#i am just... really frusterated about all of this and i know it's something you almost 'get used to' but it still fucks with me
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Let me in
Let me in
Aged!Up!Lo'ak Sully x female!navi!Metkayina!reader!
Lo'ak is 25 and Reader is 23
Warnings: Pure Angst with happy ending, insecurities, fear of love, arguing and shouting, some cussing, raw emotions, comfort ending.
Summary: Lo'ak and Y/n have been seeing each other and y/n is scared of her feelings because of her fear of love, letting someone in to see the vulnerable side of her and all of her.
The past few weeks have been nothing but great and yet there was one problem for y/n.
Love.
Y/n's always been afraid of love every since she was a little girl. Scared of letting someone in just for them to realize she wasn't worth it and leave. Scared of giving her heart to someone just for them to return it back in a million pieces. Y/n wanted to love. She wanted to have a mate and grow a family. She wanted that special someone to be Lo'ak.
But she was scared.
Y/n feels a gentle kiss on the side of her temple, bringing her back to reality as she looks to her side to see Lo'ak. "Whatcha thinking about darling?" Lo'ak asks her curiously as he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close. She gives him a small smile as she shrugs her shoulders "Nothing interesting, just thinking about some stuff is all" She answers before giving him a quick kiss then walking away.
She couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell him the fears she has about love and letting someone in. She didn't want him to realize just what kind of mess she was. She didn't want to lose him but she couldn't let him in.
"Stop it y/n what are you doing?" Y/n asks herself as she pulls open the front entrance flap of the hut to the side then began walking towards her secret place, her safe spot. She moves some leaves to the side as she began walking down the path that led to one of the many shores in the village.
She finds a spot st her safe spot and sit down while letting out a defeated sigh. Tears pooled in her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks as she began to break down. Sobs racked through her entire body as she sat there, letting all her emotions flow out of her. "Y/n? Baby" Lo'ak's voice rang in her ears as she looks up to see Lo'ak rushing over to her.
Fuck she was caught
"L-Lo'ak what are you doing here?" She questions as she stands up and quickly wipes the tears streaming down her soaked cheeks. "Why are you crying my darling" Lo'ak asks her, concern laced in his voice as he placed his hands on her arms in which she pulled away from. "What are you doing here" Y/n croaked as she started to walk away from Lo'ak but he reached out and grabbed her wrist.
She turned and look at him as he looks right back at you with a sad expression on his face. "Why are you crying? Why did you push me away?" He repeats his question as he walks closer to her, placing his other hand on her wet face and she looks down at the ground.
Silenced filled the air between them and Lo'ak clears his throat to try and break the silence. "Please answer my question y/n. Why are you crying and why did you push me away?" Lo'ak says softly and this makes something break inside of y/n. "You really wanna know why I was crying? I was crying because I realized how too fucked up I am for you!" You tell him, raising your voice slightly as you tore your wrist from his grasp.
"What do you mean "too fucked up" You aren't fucked up" He stated confusion written all over his beautiful features. "It's nothing just forget it" She whispered under her breath as tears began to fall down her cheeks once more.
You're fucking this up y/n, why can't you just tell him
Lo'ak shakes his head "No I'm not going to just forget it y/n! Just talk to me!" He cried out as his voice cracks slightly. She looks up to see him crying and this breaks her.
I caused this. I caused him to cry. I'm hurting him
"FORGET IT" You shouted at him as frusterated tears fell from your eyes. "I'M NOT GOING TO FORGET IT! JUST TALK TO ME LET ME IN" Lo'ak screams at you as he points his hands to his chest, his eyes pleading with you to let him in.
So you did.
"I'M SCARED OF LOVE LO'AK! Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm so fucking terrified of love that I'm too scared to be vulnerable with anyone especially you because I'm scared you'll walk away. I'm too fucked up for you. You deserve someone better and not someone who's a mess,
who hurts everyone around her because she can't even come to terms with how she feels about you! I'M SCARED YOU'LL LEAVE ME WITH MY HEART SHATTERED INTO A MILLION PIECES!" You ranted then fell to your knees as sobs racked through ever fiber of your body.
Lo'ak collapses next to you and pulls you into his arms, both of you crying in each other's arms.
Vulnerable. Both of us are vulnerable
"I won't leave you my love. You aren't too fucked up for me, if anything I'm too fucked up for you. You can be vulnerable with me and I'll never walk away. I'm here to stay and I'm here to love you" Lo'ak croaks out as he kisses the top of your head and it felt like a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders.
He's still here? He didn't leave me?
"You're still here. You didn't leave me?" You mumbled out loud as you pull away to look at him. "Why would I leave? People who love each other don't leave their partner especially when they're vulnerable" He explains as he puts some loose hair behind your ear.
You leaned in and give him a soft yet passionate kiss to show him how much you love him. He returns the kiss with just as much passion and pulls you into his lap then places one hand on your face and the other one on your hip. You pull away slowly from the kiss and rest your forehead against his and take a deep breath.
"I love you Lo'ak" You whispered softly and he tightens his arms around you.
"I love you Y/n" Lo'ak says as he gives you a gentle peck on the lips.
"Please don't leave me" You begged him fear laced in your voice but he was quick to wash that fear away.
"I'll never leave you. You are the one for me and I for you. I promise to never leave" He assures you and you let out the breath you were holding and relax against his chest.
Is this what true love feels like? Cause if it is I hope I never lose it - I hope I never lose him.
Edit: I just realized that I wrote this in 3rd person pov, 2nd person pov and 1st person pov lol. I'm sorry if it's confusing I'll try to revise it when I get the chance, I kinda wrote this on the whim and I was in my feelings haha. Enjoy darlings!
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i have really bad health anciety and in genersl severe anxiety, ontop of ptsd, autism, and ocd and i dont Understand why the Fuck talking to anyone about my issues with any of the things i deal with, even a therapist, just..Does Not Work.
like..talking about my issues just makes my issues even Worse, but at the same time i need reassurance but getting said reassurance makes me more anxious and feel even worse and Guilty after a bit and i dont exactly know what to do and its frusterating as fuck.
I Want to tell friends but i dont want to like dump it all on them because im Bad with knowing when to stop talking because when im upset its hard for me to know when to stop talking because i cannot read social cues or subtext at all and thats a whole issue in itsself and i am just Overwhelmed as fuck about it
I don't know why either because it is not a professional on the area and I don't have the same personal experiences with it as you do. I think it would help if you asked the people you're talking to that they tell you if it becomes too much, and maybe discuss with a therapist how to actually get helpful therapy but also talk not necessarily about what happened but why you feel this way when addressing your issues. The thing is: completely opening up all of a sudden about your trauma is not the way to go, you should take it slowly. I did therapy for my issues with trauma and it requires different types of therapy (this one is called EMDR). There is also a process everyone goes through in therapy that when you face whatever you are going through, it's often very painful and distressing and it might make you not want to do it again. EMDR tackles this problem - the process of opening up and coping with things is very carefully done so it doesn't overwhelm you. Cognitive behavioral therapy is often practiced, but personally it doesn't help me as much as other types of therapy does and that is perfectly fine. There is DBT too that helps a lot with soothing myself. I forgot the name of the method my current therapist uses, but it works better. I don't it's healthy to put yourself in distress because what works for others doesn't work for you (which is okay because everyone's minds are different). Therapy is supposed to help, and it doesn't really help to feel so overwhelmed by talking about something that is so deep without building bridges between you and the therapist and going at it at your own pace and trying different methods of therapy too! You have a right to actually do therapy in a way that works for you, and to ask around until you find the right therapist. I know it may sound silly, but it does help me a lot to vent on my journal too. Some people do vent art too, and it gives them some release and I think it might help you, just don't vent a lot if it becomes overwhelming.
I know we are going through different things, and I hope you can find some relief, maybe none of what I said helps, maybe someone in the comments can help, maybe just sending this messaged help, but I hope it gets easier and less heavy. You don't deserve to carry this alone and in silence and I hope you find healthy ways to communicate that don't overwhelm you and that are adapted to your needs, because that is how treatment should be.
Idk anon. We're going through completely different things but I can relate to what you are feeling a lot.
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HELLO AGAIN! ITS ME, NIGHTGOWN ANON (IG)! Poe ideas omg. I don't know the man well, but I LOVE HIS DESIGN and i see you love him too! I'm more of a ranpo fan but POEEE these are just general headcannons/ideas for gn/fem s/o 🤷♀️ if you want you can add on! i'm just sharing my thoughts :)
- You guys spend hours together talking and browsing dress magazines. not only that, but you guys talk about old fairytales and their dresses :) OR ITS JUST HIM AND HE SPENDS HOURS SPENDING TIME ON WHICH DRESS WOULD FIT YOU BEST
- I heard you mention sugar baby? YOU ARE DEF HIS SUGAR BABY OMG. Him on the first date: ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Look i bought you [insert expensive crap]! You: ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)
- Wait what if it was you dating him for his BANK but you just started falling in love with the baby boy?? OR REVERSE (which idk how that would work)
- Poe being frusterated at his desk, writing stories to outwit Ranpo at 1AM and sleepy you just nodding along while petting Karl
- Okay hear me out: You have a pet and Karl and your pet get along so they have playdates. Poe uses this as an excuse to get closer to you, and then like you start dating OVER YOUR PETS <3
- Haha you know the song "popipo" imagine you just start calling poe that and hes just like: man wtf
- Head empty only Poe.
haha ill let you know if i have any more bsd ideas because your writing is AMAZING! VERY GOOD 10/10 <3 AGAIN MY LOVE STAY HYDRATED AND HAVE FUN!! ❤️
HELLO NIGHTGOWN ANON (that name is so funny to me skjsksjsjs) AAAAAAAA I LOVE ALL OF THESE!!!! ALSO YES ALWAYS PLEASE DO COME STRAIGHT BACK HERE IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE IDEAS BECAUSE THESE ARE STELLAR
okay so now i really wanna write a fic where you start dating poe for his money (or for a mission or something, maybe agent!reader who's investigating remnants of the guild idk lol) but then you fall in love with him and it's gonna be fluffy but also angsty okay. i need to make an ao3 account. i've read some stuff there but i've never actually posted, so if i ever post stuff there i'll link it here <3 but yeah either way, he would absolutely spend WAYYY too much on the first date.
as for the dress thing, if you're like me and think old fashioned fancy dresses are just gorgeous, he would get some tailored for you and write you a scenario where you could wear them, like an old ball or something. when it comes to poe's 'i must destroy ranpo' agenda you're gonna have to be the mother of the couple. Give him a bedtime and make him shower and give him a time limit for writing because he will not stop otherwise.
i have unfortunately come to learn that it is illegal to own a raccoon where i'm from. however i do have a puppy who would square up against karl for absolutely no reason because she's just silly like that <3 also they would become partners in crime for sure. poe WILL use this as a reason to hang out with you more. he sees the animals getting along as some kind of foreshadowing because writer
change your ringtone to popipo and be like 'hey edgar call my phone rq' and watch his face just 😦 when that song starts playing on your phone he's like 'wh. what is this music' asjkjdaskkhsfhh bonus points if you show ranpo this exact thing because he would find it HILARIOUS
okay this got too long too quick. i am very inspired at this moment. i shall start mass producing poe wips immediately
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We need more content about the doctors!
Like how was their first meeting with the reader? What was their reaction when they heard the nickname? How did their relationship develop?
And some curious questions, are they twins or something like that? Do they have separate personalities? Have a great day~
Yaaaaaaay more spooky doctor content!!
For a handful of the staff, the first meeting with the reader was probably (at least in this first story) chasing the newly escaped patient. XDc
They were working, minding their own business when they see a human poke their head around the door.
Now this is by Zelle's private sector there uh-- there really shouldn't be ANY humans or patients around here. And since Zelle's staff isn't always in the loop about what projects the chairman is working on-- UHHHHH they think you've sneaked all the way down from the normal wards and that's. . . bad.
You probably see a few gently put down their tools and slowly start to move towards you. Catiously, wanting to get close enough to grab you like an alarmed frog and cart you back to where they think you belong.
You uh-- you do the bad thing and RUN
Creepy room full of creepy creetures?? (About 5-7) And they are coming at you now?? No tHaNkS. Don't know what going on in there, don't wanna know!
Which of course they give chase because now they think you know you're in trouble. And making a break for it. X'D
Running down the hall with a bunch of these beans chasing you, is going to alert Merlot who is bewildered and has NO CLUE WHAT'S GOING ON.
And thankfully they can stammer out an explaination, I am sure Zelle has excitedly babbled about this whole thing to them. How they pulled your soul back into your body made sure you were doing fine, leaving you to rest. Which OBVIOUSLY he must have left you to rest unsupervised and you snuck out. XD
Hahaha it's chaos.
You get to sit with the Merlot until Zelle can get back. And this is probably when you meet Sun, who doesn't introduce themselves, instead curiously watches you.
When Zelle does return they intorduce you to the staff, all of the staff, and there's a lot of them. You don't mention you've already met. . . and they few that chased you don't either ahaha.
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Relationship wise it depends, and there can be a lot of routes you can take? =3
If you cause too much trouble (Get the achivement: Escape Artist) you get one assigned to you.
If you visit Merlot a lot you meet Sunder, and you can get to know them.
You have an extended stay in the little frankenstein story because you've been patched up and are now being monitored for any issues. And also healing through what happened.
You are pretty much in the same space as all the doctors all the time. And can befriend any of them if you so choose! Some areas are off limits of course but other areas like the lunch room and possibly other activity rooms are going to be shared spaces. Think of it kind of like... a scientific sort of dorm.
The doctors live out their daily lives in here, study, work, rest, eat. At the moment you are living alongside them.
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Yup! They do have different personalities, they tend to be on the quiet side for the species norm? But getting to know the staff you'll find some are sillier and jolly, some are sterner and quicker to get frusterated. The doctors are more like, a species I have been working on. Some could be related to one another in the building it's possible! The building is pretty large, so there are a lot of these beings around. ^^ ) Not just one or two, they make up a huge portion of the staff! A ballpark thought might be... 100-300 of them?
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And for Sun and their nickname? They adore it. Even if it was something you might have said offhandedly or to be silly. They will gently prompt you to keep using it.
And if you call them 'Sunny' they will become very quiet and embarrassed dkdkxkkss. It's a cutesy name, not something they would ever picture someone calling them. So that's a very surprising and affectionate term. They like it a lot.
Sun is a little bit of a special case compared to the other doctors. They are Merlot's Assistant, and also work very closely with Zelle at times. They appear to be one of the highest ranking of the doctors just from showing who they work with. Sun also looks the most battleworn. They are pretty scarred up underneath their clothes.
They have been through a lot.
and original story constraints have you dealing with them quite a bit because you are under Zelle's watch, which means natually the upper staff all keep an eye on you too. ^-^ )
And while Sunder is a high ranking doctor they spend a lot of time with Merlot, giving the two of you the ability to bond since Sun has more free time on their hands to show you around then the tall shy guy.
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Relationship wise Sun is protective. Sun is also battle worn, which makes them tense when you are out of the facility and moving about the city. They can't really help that fact, and they probably don't recognize this trait until you gently bring it up to them. ^^; )
The closer you are, the more you mean to them, and the more worried they will be about your safety. Which makes them tense and a prickly if strangers get too close. Key word is strangers, people they know they don't really mind-- Though if Zelle is teasing you too much and you're getting visibly upset or agitated. (If Sun is in a relationship with you) They will confiscate you from the chairman. Giving Zelle an annoyed huff and carrying you off.
Alone, Sun is sweet and tender. There's safety in secluded spaces, so they don't feel as though they have to be on edge. They tease you a little but it's more on the affectionate side.
For the anxious reader, relasionship!Sun will wrap their tail around your ankle or your wrist, or put a hand on your shoulder or the small of your back. Little, "I'm here for you" gestures if you're feeling overwhelmed.
(♡˘︶˘｀♡) I hope that answered your questions! ♡♡♡
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hi I call this “xiao has a crush and doesnt know what tf to do” which is an understatement. anyway enjoooooooy~ - mod Cake
Things began to calm in Liyue. When you first met Xiao and heard about his rather antisocial personality, your immediate thought was “I’m going to be his friend”. This mission statement was rather bothersome for the yaksha, but he tolerated your presence, even if reluctantly.
Yet over time, something began to shift. A new feeling blossomed within Xiao.
This feeling in his chest was tight. Sometimes it felt as if his heart would explode. He would clutch his chest, grit his teeth, and wonder what the hell was wrong with him. All he knew was that you were the cause of this feeling. Why did you make him feel this way?
As much as he denied it, he looked forward to your visits. Your smile, your laugh, all the silly little things you would do, he waited for all of it. For the longest time his world was eclipsed by darkness, and yet you piece through it all as a shining light. No. He wasn’t meant to feel like this. He was nothing more than a tool for slaughter.
All he knows is death. All he knows is how to kill. He can’t love.
To try and ease his own aching heart, he started to avoid you. Every time you stopped by Wangshu Inn and spoke to Goldet Verr, he made sure to keep himself out of sight. And the more it went on, he saw your expression fall. Each time you left sadder. And yet, the ache in his chest didn’t go away. In fact, it hurt so much more.
.........
Another day, another battle to the death. A group of hilichurls swirling with evil energy wondered the plains. As such, it was his responsibility to kill each and every one of them. Donning his mask, the yaksha began his slaughter.
He was charged at by mitachurls, surrounded by enemies on all sides. It was natural that he took a few hits, but soon his jade spear was stained red. He battled relentlessly, moving as swift as the wind. Finally he started to thin their numbers, when all of a sudden he heard the crashing of a rock right behind him.
A hilichurl archer flew into the air over him. Jumping over the geo construction was you. Slashing at the monster, it vanished into a puff of smoke, and soon the rest of the monsters were gone.
“Phew!” You sighed. “There was one sneaking up on you, Xiao. Are you alright?”
He stared. At least, you think so. His mask remained on his face, covering his expression. Maybe he wasn’t done demon slaying for the day? He isn’t speaking, either...
All of a sudden, the yaksha slashed at your gut. On instinct you managed to block it, but you were so thrown off by the action. “Xiao?!” You exclaimed, completely caught off guard. Why was he attacking you? Did he really hate you that much?! Too many thoughts ran through your mind for you to make sense of.
“Xiao! H-Hey, it’s me...!” You called. Unable to read his expression behind the intimidating mask, you stepped back, over and over, doing everything you could just to stay alive. There was no escape. Xiao’s attacks came faster than you could think. Unable to see where you were going, something caught on your foot.
“Ack!”
You fell flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. All you saw was white for a moment. You gasped despite not taking in any air. There was a flash of green, and you truly thought you were about to die. After all the worlds you’ve traveled through, this is the one that ends you...
There was no pain. Opening your eyes, you looked up. Xiao had his spear pointed at your neck, but it only hovered above the skin. His grip was shaky, something you’ve never seen before. All of a sudden, the silence was broken.
“Why....?” It was strange to hear the adeptus’s voice after so long. It was rough and low, but it sounded so much sadder than you remember. The edges of his mask began to fade away, slowly revealing Xiao’s face. His brow was scrunched up, frusterated and upset. But more then that....
There was a drop on your cheek. Gasping lightly, you stared into the gold pools of sorrow that were Xiao’s eyes, tears falling freely. Now his mask was gone, and his spear began to vanish as well, both fading into the wind. Now leaning forward, his hands now rested on either side of your face.
“Why do you make me feel this way?” Sadness mixed with anger. “Make me feel...like I’m worth more than I really am...” Those words broke your heart.
“I don’t deserve this... I don’t deserve your kindness! A tool has no need for these feelings...! And yet...you caused this..” His fist pounded on the grass next to you. There’s too much to take in...
Raising your hand, you made contact with the adeptus’s cheek. Holding it gently, you couldn’t help but notice how Xiao seemed to lean to the touch. You chuckled, the sound ringing out through the world around you.
“Next time...” You spoke quietly. “...how about you just come talk to me?”
After a moment to take in your words, the yaksha’s face crumpled even more. Lowering himself to hide his shame, his forehead came to rest on your chest, elbows now touching the ground as he cried quietly.
You wrapped your arms around the other, hoping that when he had calmed down, you and Xiao could just...talk again.
#genshin impact#genshin xiao#xiao#genshin x reader#mod cake#man im hoping i communicated everything I wanted properly
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15 and Barry!
15. paying attention when they are talking about their passions
Still taking prompts from this prompt list!
Barry is a man with a lot of patience. He has to be, especially now that he's on a seemingly impossible mission to save all of existence with studying the Light of Creation being one of the only ways to figure out a way to stop the Hunger once and for all. A job that is also nearly impossible for the simple fact that, more often than not, even when they do happen to find the Light early on in a cycle, it's usually with people who won't give them access to it until they've proven themselves worthy by the end of the year. A few weeks, at best, every two to three cycles is not enough time to get any meaningful information from it.
This is why Merle being taught the ability of Parlay was such an exciting breakthrough. Getting a direct line to the Hunger has got to be the biggest and best accomplishment they've ever had. His frusteration with not getting the Light in Tesseralia until the end of the cycle had evaporated completely with this news... until Merle came back the next cycle with no information whatsoever.
It was only the first meeting though. It established that communication was possible, that there was someone who Merle could communicate with which is big in and of itself, and Merle was eager enough to jump right back in after telling everyone what happened.
It sucked that Merle died again after less than fifteen minutes, but he did come back with news that he got something from John even if it was obvious and really broad with a dash of confusion on the part of everyone on the Starblaster. What does growing larger than the limitations placed on living things even mean? How do you overtake the creator of limitations?
Barry isn't too thrilled the Hunger is getting information on them too, but that is how conversations work. He has to be patient.
He reminds himself of this as he listens to the end of Merle's third report: in exchange of giving them in detail specs of the ship, they got... John's previous occupation and the fact that the Hunger contains multitudes, much of which he and his family have already seen as he added more planes to his mass.
"Hey- hey, Merle? Just as like a tactician I guess am I- am I the tactical officer?" Magnus asks.
"Yeah, you're proficient in that," Merle agrees.
"Yeah yeah yeah, maybe stop giving him so much tactical information about, you know, our ship and how we escape him every time? Just aaaaa suggestion?" Magnus says, crossing his arms. "We're learning a lot about him esoterically, but not like... weaknesses, strengths, fighting... uhhh"
"Okay, I'll just say, 'how do I kill you, John'. I'll just ask that next time, smartass." Merle says heatedly with his hands on his hips.
"That's what he's asking you!" Magnus exclaims exasperatedly.
"No he's not! He's-"
"His first question was how do you come back to life! That's how do I kill you for good, Merle!"
"I don't know!"
"Okay, guys? We can't fight over this, alright?" Davenport says as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Merle, Magnus has a point. Next time he asks you something like that, can you please be a little more vague in your answer? It's fine if you have to give him an answer to get him to continue talking to you, but we can't afford to have you tell him everything about us."
Merle slumps his shoulders. "Yes, Captain."
Lucretia closes the notebook she was writing in and tucks it underneath her arm. "Are you ready to go back, Merle? We could use any more information you can get out of him."
Merle shakes his head. "I'm uh, I'm actually going to take a break this cycle. Dying sucks, and I haven't tended to my plants in three years. They're probably all dead by now, but I can replace them with whatever plants this next planet has to offer, I guess."
"That's fair," Lup says. "Not gonna lie, it's been weird not seeing you at the dining table for three years in a row. I'm kind of glad you're sticking around this time."
Merle smiles, and opens his mouth to say something, but Taako cuts him off.
"Yeah, you know you don't have to go talk to him at the beginning of the cycle, right? Especially if you dying is going to uh... become a thing? Like, you can just wait until we're all about to leave anyway, my dude."
"I don't know, I kind of like getting it out of the way," Merle says with a shrug. "But I would rather spend time with you all, so we'll see."
Everyone disperses after that. Barry watches Merle walk down the stairs to head back to his quarters before he remembers that he needed to talk to him about something really important now that he's going to be back with them for the year. He runs to the top of the stairs and calls out, "Merle, wait! I need to tell you something!"
Merle pops his head back around the stairwell to look up at him. "Is it about John?"
Barry shakes his head. "It's about... well... it's about your plants." He starts feeling jittery as he walks down the steps. Is Merle going to be mad he went into his room everyday for the past three years?
"Okay? What about them, Bar?"
He stops in front of Merle and starts to fidget with his hands. It's been over thirty-three years since he's met him. He knows he's probably not going to mind, but he's still getting needlessly stressed about this.
Maybe he needs to increase his dose of anxiety meds.
"Um... so since I knew you weren't going to be back to take care of them for a while, I kind of... um... I started taking care of them for you? I'm sorry if it wasn't cool of me to go in your room. I promise I didn't touch or move anything except the plants, but I remembered the routines you were telling me about that you have on how you take care of them, and I thought I'd give it a shot? I managed not to kill any of them which I'm sure you'd be glad to hear, but the marigolds from cycle 25 came close. Also, last cycle I found a seller who had bags of plant food that was similar to the stuff you brought from home, and the few plants you still have from home loved it! I have some extra bags of it in my room for you, so it should last a while. Oh, and I know you said you've always wanted to get a philodendron pink princess, and I found one back in cycle 31, so I got that for you, and- hey, are you okay?" Barry looks at Merle with concern as his eyes start to tear up.
"Yeah, I'm good, I just... I didn't think anyone actually listened to me when I talked about my plants. Thank you."
Barry kneels down to let Merle in for a hug. "Of course I listened. I know it's important to you, and after looking after them for the past few years, I kind of get it. I'm still not the biggest fan of dirt, but it was really cool to watch them grow and know I was helping to make that happen."
Merle laughs and pulls away from the hug. "It's really cool, isn't it? It's really something special. I know not everyone can be a fan of dirt though, so thank you. Really. That really means a lot that you did this for me."
Barry smiles and stands up, feeling the anxiety leave him completely. "Of course. Now go get some rest. You've earned it."
Merle smiles and nods. "You too, Bluejeans. See ya at around dinner time?"
"You bet!"
#thank you for the ask!!!#taz#taz balance#taz fanfic#barry bluejeans#merle highchurch#ipre#a gift from Gab#written works of Gab
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Hii, I've seen you have open requests and I have been thinking about this for a while, so I wonder if you could do something with Mammon x female reader who one day just snaps at brothers, because the way they keep talking about him being stupid and worthless hits too close to her own experience and she doesn't want anyone else to go through it? 🥺 I hope it's not too complicated, I just feel so soft for Mammon lately 🥺 Thank you in advance! 💖
Of course! I actually love this idea. This is more gender neutral than female since there wasn’t really any instance where pronouns/gender became really relevant for the reader.
Scummy (GN!MC x Mammon)
Warnings for cussing, possibly emotional abuse
I’m also a little mean to Satan, Asmo, and Leviathan in this I’m sorry (I don’t hate any of them but MC had to snap at someone in this 😔 being mean to Satan especially hurt bc hes my favorite)
You were sick of it. It was as if Mammon so much as breathed wrong that his brothers would start insulting him.
It reminded you of how your family would take every opportunity to put you down, picking apart every mistake you made while ignoring all of your successes.
Today was the day you finally had enough.
Mammon had come in, excitedly talking about a big modeling gig he had scored and how he was going to make loads from it. Rather than congratulating him, his brothers began making jabs at him.
“So what? You’re just gonna gamble it all away in a week.” Was Satan’s voice always this condescending?
“A week? More like a day lololol!” Leviathan’s laugh sounded crueler than you remember.
“I don’t even know why you keep getting gigs! You’re not even THAT good looking!” Asmodeus’ normally comforting voice sounded more like nails not a chalk board now.
Mammon’s smile faultered, distress hiding behind his eyes.
“Shaddup! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” He was getting defensive, trying to protect his ego.
“You know we’re right, scumbag. Just because you did one thing right doesn’t mean-“ You didn’t even let Leviathan finish.
“CAN YOU ALL SHUT UP? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
The four brothers froze and turned to you, their faces all expressing various degrees of shock.
“Why do you always pick on Mammon? I get being frusterated when he steals from you, but this? HE DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING!”
You looked at Satan first, not caring about any possible consequences about what you were going to say.
“If he’s scummy than what are you? You’re a passive aggressive asshole who resorts to cursing people rather than talking anything out!”
Leviathan was next.
“You’re so absorbed in self pity that you would cry about nothing being fair instead of going out and fixing your problems!”
And finally Asmodeus.
“And you’re a whiny narcissist who thinks you’re entitled to everyone’s attention!”
The brothers were dumbfounded. You had never lashed out at any of them like this.
Without another word, you grabbed Mammon’s hand and dragged him to your room.
“M-MC what was that about, huh? They could have hurt you for saying that kinda stuff!” Mammon was trembling, overwhelmed and confused as to why someone would do something that bold to defend him.
“Because I’m sick of them treating you like shit! Why do you just let them talk like that to you?” You noticed that small tears started to form in the corner of his eyes.
“The G-Great M-Mamm-Mammon doesn’t-“ He couldn’t even finish his sentence before breaking down.
“Fuck, MC, I don’t know! Maybe cause they’re right. I’m the scummy second born! All I do is steal and gamble and lie and-“
You cut him off by hugging him tightly, burying your face in his chest as his tears fell onto your head.
“They’re not right. You’re the best demon I know. You protect me, make me laugh, keep me company, and so much more. You’re my first man and I love you.”
His face turned red when you said that you loved him. While he would often say that he’s your first so you should love him, he never thought you would genuinely love him back.
“I love you too.” He gulped.
Feeling bold, he gently lifted your face to his and kissed your lips like he had been dying to for so long.
You moved your arms to rest over his shoulders and deepened the kiss.
By the time you pulled away, both of your faces looked as red as Diavolo’s hair.
“S-so does this mean you’re mine? I mean you’re already mine but I mean-“
You cut him off with a laugh.
“Of course I am. As long as you’re mine too.”
He continued to hold you close until you heard a loud knock at your door.
Realization smacked you when you remembered that you had insulted three of the most powerful demons in the Devildom not even half an hour ago.
Mammon saw that you were scared and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t protect my treasure if they try anything.”
Mammon opened the door, making it clear to his brothers that if they were here for revenge that he would stop them. While he may not be the most calculating demon he was still the second strongest of them all.
“We came to apologize. MC made us realize that we may have been too harsh to you.” Satan said, looking at his feet shamefully.
“While you might not be as pretty as me-“ Satan elbowed Asmodues in warning before the fifth born continued, “getting a modeling gig like that is something that you deserve to be happy about.”
“This reminds me of this one episode from ‘I’m a the Second Most Powerful Demon Lord but No One Respects Me’ where the main characters brothers realized that they were being jerks because the main character’s human friend yelled at them!”
Everyone looked at Leviathan with a look of annoyance before he blushed.
“I mean um- I’m sorry for being a jerk to you, Mammon.”
“W-well you should be! Insulting the Great Mammon like that! In fact, I think each of you should give me 1,000 grimm to show me how sorry you really are!”
The brothers groaned in annoyance. At least Mammon was back to his usual self.
#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me mammon x mc#obey me mammon x reader#mammon x reader#mammon x mc#obey me imagines#obey me reader insert
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10 years with Jungkook
California
You met Jeon Jeongguk in the summer of 2012. Two kids brought together by a calling to California and a chance at making it big. Best friends from the start, what happens when only one of you becomes successful? Do you ever forget your first love?
Childhood friends to lovers, angst and smut.
Words: 4600
Warnings: 18 plus smut. Oral F, Sex MF, Swearing. Pretty Mild for me. This is a previously posted fic that has been updated and reworked.
It was a rare rainy August day in California. The heavy drops created a sad melody on the window as you put the dishes away. Tired and lonely, the feeling in your gut kept nagging at you, maybe it was time to give up.
The savings account was drained, there were no jobs to be found and this was the second month of falling short on rent. Surely it would only be a matter of time before your roommates would stop exchanging house cleaning for money.
Hanging the threadbare towel over its hook you stood in the kitchen, your mood mirroring the dim light of the afternoon. Feeling frusterated and stupid, it had taken you way longer than it should have to realize that in LA, you were nothing. Not pretty enough, rich enough, skinny enough or talented enough to ever make it big. So this is how the great Califonia chapter of your life would end, not by choice but necessity.
Gathering up the mail that was strewn across the countertop, you shuffled through it sorting its priority. Junk mail, bills, personal…one in particular standing out. Your heart began pounding as you took in the details.
The penmanship was nice, black ink on an unassuming envelope. But it was the stamp that caught your attention. It was sent from Korea.
Flipping it in your hand you examined the torn top. The letter, having been read, was cradled back safely inside. Addressed to your roommate a frown crept onto your face. Why wouldn’t he write to you?
It was a ridiculously hopeful notion but you widened the envelope and inhaled trying to find a trace of his fragrance, something, anything to trigger a happy memory. Cool California nights were the best excuse. How many times had you borrowed his sweaters just to have his smell on you?
You missed him. It had been a year and a half and you couldn't help but once again ponder the nagging question that always crept back. If you hadn't forced him to break the rules would he still be a part of your life?
It was too tempting to resist, your fingers pinched the paper inside of the envelope and pulled it free.
I’m feeling low, I don’t know who I am, only who I’m supposed to be.
What would life be like if I had stayed in California? We could all be roommates, hanging out and having fun, going to the beach on weekends.
Does she even think about me?
It sounds greedy that with how much I have right now, it’s not enough. I would give anything to wake up in bed beside her everyday. I want more than anything to be able to talk to her about these things but I can’t. I’ve made the mistake of trading her for fame and now I’m destined to keep her at an arm’s length so she’ll never know the price I paid.
How does she even see me? As an Idol? As the boy who abandoned her? Has she forgotten the good days we spent together?
I’ve been wrestling with myself, whoever that is. I wish I could be the teenage boy from that long ago summer again. I wrote this song thinking about it…
~When I see you smile in the screen
You’re good at everything
You’re just perfect
Feels like I've never been you
Do you even see me?
Do you know who I am?
Or how do I look now?
You don’t like me like that
I want to be your decalcomania~
I’m afraid I may not get back for a while, please write. Your friendship and thoughts of her are the only things that are keeping me tethered to some semblance of reality.
JK
Clutching the letter to your chest, your mind took you back to that day.
"Decalcomania, the art or process of transferring pictures and designs. Making a copy of the original on a different medium"
Reading the description on the wall you’d both stood laughing at the piece's strange name, Decalcomania. The gallery visit felt like lifetimes ago but you still remembered clearly. You remembered, not because the piece had struck you as particularly special but because that's where you had decided that Jeongguk's laugh was the best sound you'd ever heard.
California had lured you into its promise when you turned 14. Having been accepted to an intensive dance program at The Movement Lifestyle Studio you packed up and headed West for the summer.
It was July and it was hot, the dancers stepping off the bus one at a time took their places in the studio.
Looking around there were so many older kids, you were probably one of the youngest. Calling out names they put you into groups, it appeared to be by age so you made your way across the unfamiliar wooden floor to the tiny gathering of teens in the darkened corner.
Shy introductions were made as one more member was ushered over to where you had congregated. “This is Jeongguk.”
He had the cutest smile and barely spoke english but his eyes twinkled like the constellations. Immediately drawn to each other you became fast friends.
Absolutely exhausted by the end of the first few days he quietly knocked at your door.
He was homesick and lonely, used to being surrounded by his six members, he couldn’t sleep well without someone beside him. You let him crawl into bed with you, you were 14 and it was innocent.
Inseparable, days and nights were spent side by side, the others began referring to you as the twins. It was the best summer of your life but like every boy meets girl summer story, it had to come to a close. Promising through tears to keep in touch and stay friends you went your separate ways.
Jeongguk would send silly videos of his practice sessions, goofing around with the other members. He’d facetime and text but he always loved to send handwritten letters.
They lived in a box under your bed and contained stories of how hard he was working to become an idol. He always signed off with, "I miss you,” and a few lines of lyrics he’d written.
You didn’t know then how important they would become, the only tangible piece of him you could still hold on to.
Whenever he came back to America you did everything you could to see him. You always found a way to get to the small tour stops whenever they came through. 2015 was the first, then KCon in 2016, but 2017, it was different.
Facetiming you with the news that they were bringing the Wings tour to NY, Chicago and Anaheim, he asked if you’d be part of the dance crew. How could you turn down two weeks with Jungkook the hottest new K-pop Idol? They were getting bigger, more popular and their lives were changing rapidly.
He had strict rules, girls were completely off limits. No talking, no hugging, no smiling at one another, any little thing could be easily misconstrued by the fans. Everything had to be done in secret. Jungkook would sneak you into his hotel room where you would spend your nights together catching up. The boys would bring you in food and cover for him while you both stayed locked away out of sight.
While happy to be with him, you could tell there was an underlying sadness he was holding on to.
"I wish I could go and explore the city with you like we used to," his voice trailed off.
You were laying in each other’s arms cuddling on his bed. Leaning over he kissed the top of your head.
"All I really want is to take you on a proper date."
You snuggled closer into his side as he exhaled deeply, releasing his secret.
"I’ve been waiting so long to become someone, a man worthy of your affection. Now I’m stuck. I have everything I wanted and I’m not allowed to share it with you."
His arms gripped you tighter.
"I’m sorry, this is a terrible confession. I don’t expect you to love me back, not under these circumstances, I just need you to know, you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved and there won’t be anybody else, ever."
Every bit of his confession, every moment of that last night in the hotel room had stuck with you to this day. The words of a 19 year old boy whose life had become bigger than the feelings of two people.
He'd left in the morning without knowing. You were a coward, too afraid to tell him you loved him too.
LA became your home right after they left Anaheim. Focused on your dancing, if you became good enough, maybe you could join the tour with him.
A letter with a big bouquet of flowers arrived a few weeks later.
"Congratulations on your new house in LA!
I hope that all of you are getting along as roommates, it’s hard living with others sometimes.
Last night I dreamt that I was there with you and all of our friends. We were having a party on the beach and we sat together watching the sunset.
Do you remember after practice when we would skateboard as fast as we could to the ocean so we wouldn’t miss the colors?
Maybe one day my toes can feel the sand there again.
I miss you, I miss me… the me I am when I get to be with you.
We're coming back in October for a few days and I’m hoping I can see you, I’m lonely already.
Jeongguk
~Won’t you please stay in dreams
I can hear the sea from far away
Across the dream, over the bush
Go there where it becomes clear
Take my hands now
You are the cause of my euphoria
When I’m with you, I’m in utopia~
By the time The AMAs came, the plan had been finalized. You would steal Jungkook away so that you could take him on your first real date.
Having enlisted Namjoon to help, he was your inside man. The boys, happy to help finally get you together, would cover for his whereabouts with management. The day before the awards they were only scheduled for styling, as long as he wasn’t late for the press rounds the next afternoon your plan could work.
It was Namjoon’s job to get him out of the building. Telling him to follow his lead, Joon convinced the managers that Jungkook must have eaten something bad for lunch. Claiming to not feel well, he was whisked away to meet you at the hotel’s back receiving door.
Sitting in the shiny red rented convertible you tossed him a pair of sunglasses. What you wouldn’t give now to see that smile again.
Barely giving him time to get in you’d sped away heading straight for In And Out Burger.
"Kookie, I hope you’re ready for the best day of your life! We’re going to eat until we explode, drink and party at the beach and then, instead of returning you to your fancy 5 star hotel you’re staying the night in my crappy little house with a tiny uncomfortable bed!!"
He laughed, that perfect laugh. It was so pure and honest, thinking about it now made you sad. Was that the last moment he'd gotten to be his true self? Jeongguk the man not Jungkook the personna?
Knowing you only had one day to give him everything, one day to show him you loved him, you tried to make the best of it.
Picking up the food Jungkook held onto the red and white bags in the passenger seat, sneaking his hand in to steal fries when he thought you weren’t looking. If you weren’t sure you were in love with him before you you certainly were now.
Pulling up beside the tree on the beach he was stunned, "Ahhh Jagi, I can’t believe you brought me here."
Happy that it meant as much to him as it did to you, you both sat on the branch and ate. Two blocks from the old studio this used to be your escape. Every break you’d make your way to the tree for some time alone, together.
With the burgers done he turned to you and smiled. It felt like he wanted to say something, but stupidly, you'd cut him short leading him back towards the car.
Making your way through your checklist you brought him back to where you'd first met. The Movement studios students were starstruck when he walked in. After insisting that he teach some choreography, he reluctantly led the class.
Your eyes were glued to him as he moved in front of the mirrors, no longer that awkward teenager but a full grown man mesmerizing you with his every move.
Getting back to the car he stopped you before you reached for the handle. Putting his arms around you he pulled you in close. But again, you resisted him.
"You stink Jungkook, our next stop is the ocean."
You remember pulling away. How stupid you were, you should have held on to him longer. Reaching into the back seat you revealed a pair of swim shorts and a towel. He looked disappointed that you kept interrupting his attempts at intimacy. It broke your heart but you had a plan and limited time to execute it.
The Ocean was chilly but the wind was warm, he came out of the change room with the shorts on but still wearing his shirt.
"Kookie, this isn’t Korea, you don’t have to be so modest here. Plus, you should grab some sun, you may not believe it but when your skin is sunkissed," you grinned, "you look really sexy."
He raised his eyebrows and quickly removed the shirt at your request.
Running into the water you splashed and played and he took great pleasure in picking you up and throwing you as far as he could.
The sun was getting ready to set and you wanted to dry off before the cooler air set in.
Leading him back to the shore you both laid down on the towel. He put his arm around you and you cuddled into his side.
"My god Guk, look at your abs!"
He blushed like crazy as you traced the muscles on his stomach.
"Stop, it tickles," he giggled.
But you didn’t, you kept tickling him until he held you so tight you couldn’t move. He had you pinned, flipping you on your back he shook his wet hair flinging water droplets all over you. Pleased with himself he leaned in closer to you, his eyes asking for permission to kiss you. As the gap between you got narrower you could hear his name being shouted and footsteps running closer. He flopped onto his back and sighed as your roommates and friends piled on top of him.
Eating, drinking and catching up with everyone you watched each other from across the bonfire. Moving from person to person he slowly made his way back to your side.
"Welcome back." Running your hand through the back of his hair, it was now or never.
Pulling him closer your lips finally met in the way they were destined, soft, slow and full of love. His hands instinctively moved to cup your face as the world stopped around you.
"I love you," you whispered.
Nose to nose he smiled at you and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
It didn’t last long, his phone started going off incessantly. The managers knew, you’d been careless, photos and videos of him from the studio had been posted online.
"I’m so sorry Jungkook, I didn’t mean for you to get in trouble."
His eyes turned hungry as he grabbed your hand.
"You promised I wouldn’t be going back to my hotel tonight, let’s get out of here."
If he was going to get in trouble anyway, why stop now?
The drive back to your place was quiet, adrenaline and hormones flowing like electricity through you both. The time for smiling was over as the seriousness of the situation lingered in the air between you.
It wasn’t just being in trouble or being caught, but the fact that you both knew what was going to happen when you stepped into your bedroom. One act that would change everything between you, it held the power to change the dynamic of your relationship forever.
Leading him to your room you closed the door and stood staring at him as he sat on your bed. He raked his fingers through his hair before he spoke.
"I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be able to make love to you. BUT I also know that when I leave I’m not going to get to see you again for a very long time." His head hung low. "Management is going to do everything possible to keep us apart and that won’t be fair to you. I think that maybe we should just let our happy memories of today be enough, I don’t want you to regret anything. "
Walking closer you stood between his legs and he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"The only thing I'll regret is never getting to experience all of you. I can’t live not knowing how it feels to be totally yours even if it's only for one night."
He rested his head against your chest, "You’ll always be mine."
His hands traveled to the hem of your shirt and his fingers ran over the soft skin of your stomach. Undoing the button of your jeans he slowly slid them down your legs and you stepped out of them.
Standing up he lifted the thin fabric of your shirt over your head and you stood before him waiting as he took his off too. Unclasping your bra he sighed as he looked at you taking in your shape, his fingertips hovering over your hard nipples.
"I’ve never done this before," he confessed.
"Me either," you whispered. "I've only ever wanted it to be you."
More relaxed he let his mouth start exploring your body. You were goosebumps and shivers beneath him as his tongue found it’s home between your legs.
He was soft and careful, placing his lips over your clit sucking it in delicately until your moans couldn’t be contained any longer. You could feel his eyes burning into you as he watched in awe as his finger slid inside you.
"It feels good Kookie, please…"
You could feel his mouth stopping to smile before he picked up speed. Moving your hips to eagerly meet his mouth you were unravelling quickly.
"The way you taste is better than anything I had imagined."
Devouring you in sessions between his words of adoration you came hard on his tongue.
"I'm really regretting running you all over town today when we could have just been here...doing that.. " You were out of breath.
"I was worried that I wouldn't be any good." He grinned at you pleased with himself.
Moving up to where your head lay on the pillow he pushed the dampened hair off your face, "Are you ok? Do you need anything?"
He placed his forehead against yours.
"I just want you. I need you to know I'm yours, forever.
Rolling a condom on he moved slowly to line himself up with your entrance.
"Tell me if you need me to stop okay?"
He pushed carefully, slowly stretching you around him. Watching intently for discomfort he froze when he saw the tears welling in your eyes.
"Shit, I’m so sorry, let’s stop, I didn’t mean to hurt you." He was apologetic as he thumbed away the tears.
"No," you delicately kissed his lips. "I’m okay… I’m just so happy, so overwhelmed with how much I’m feeling right now."
He smiled down at you, pressing his body closer he gave another push until he was fully inside. Your bodies fell into a beautifully choreographed rhythm until Jungkook was so lost in pleasure he began to move at his own pace. Quicker and deeper he moved until he finally spilled into the condom.
Laying together in euphoria you kissed, and kissed, and kissed until you finally found sleep while wrapped around one other.
Every few hours he’d wake you up. His hands running over your body checking to make sure you weren't just a dream. You’d made love each time, everytime better than the last.
It was 9 am when he caressed you awake once more.
"I have to leave soon. I don’t want to." He spoke in whispers nestled into your neck. "Please tell me to stay."
Your heart broke at his words. "If I ask you to stay, I’m selfish, you’ll always wonder if you made the right decision." The tears came, knowing you had to do what was right. "If I tell you to go, your dreams come true… ” your voice trailed off.
"And I’ll always wonder if I made the right decision,” he finished.
Your phone started ringing and you knew time was up.
It was Joon, "I’m outside. Sorry, I held them off as long as I could. I told them that I’d come get him so you could at least have time to say goodbye."
Your tears fell out in heavy ugly sobs, "Okay, five minutes… and Joon… thanks, I know you’re probably in trouble too."
Hanging up you turned back, Jungkook was already out of bed with his clothes thrown on. He stood with open arms bravely waiting.
"Thank you for yesterday I'll never forget it."
Laying your head against his chest you took a moment to listen to his heartbeat. You could hear him sniffle and knew he was crying too.
You flashed back remembering that night long ago when he came to you homesick, holding you so he could sleep while he tried to hide his tears. There was a knock at the door and Namjoon’s voice broke through the moment.
"We’ve got to go Jungkook."
Stepping away you’d left his shirt soaked in tears, handing him his sweater he pushed it back towards you. "You keep it."
He kissed you one last time before opening the door to reveal Namjoon's weary face. His Hyung put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the car.
Turning one last time he looked back, his eyes were filled with tears as he gave a small wave before getting in the back of the big black sedan.
For months you pretended that management was the only thing keeping you apart.
You held on to that silly notion until May when they were coming for the Billboard awards. For weeks leading up you waited for a message, a secret meeting arrangement, but you got nothing. His image was all over the TV and his voice echoed through your empty heart. Then, just like that, it was over and he was gone again.
Now, here you stood in your kitchen, his letter bringing him to the forefront of your mind and opening old wounds.
He was just as sad as you but what could you do?
Picking up a pen you began writing…
I shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
I wanted to reach out but I never said a thing
You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are
And honey, you don’t ever have to act cooler than you think you should
You’re brighter than the brightest stars
You’re scared to win, scared to lose
I’ve heard the war was over if you really choose
The one in and around you
You hate the heat, you got the blues
You’re changing like the weather, oh, that’s so like you
I’ll pick you up
I’ll catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California
We’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far
We’ll hit up all the old places
We’ll have a party, we can dance till dawn…
Y/N
October came again and a chill was in the air, the smell of the ocean hit your nose and you stopped to take it in.
Bundled in Jungkook’s hoodie you threw your bag over your shoulder and began your walk to work. You'd gotten lucky, Movement had hired you just as you were about to give up and leave California. Filled with hope and excitement a new intensive program was scheduled to start today and you were going to meet the future superstars of the dance world.
Memories flooded your mind as you made your way through the familiar neighborhood. It still hurt, but things were beginning to feel happy again. Writing the letter had given you closure, he knew how you felt and beyond that there was nothing else you could do.
Opening the heavy door to the studio you caught a familiar reflection moving in the mirror. Chalk marker in hand he was writing something, It couldn’t be?
Hearing the door click back into place he turned to face you.
"Hi."
He walked towards you slowly. Unsure of what your reaction would be, he approached with caution.
"Hi."
You were breathless, in the months of not seeing him he’d only grown more handsome.
"I can’t change what happened… and for the rest of my life I’ll be sorry for all of the time we missed."
He was getting closer.
"But I can’t take another day not knowing if I can fix this… somehow…"
He reached for your hand but you pulled it away. His head fell in disappointment.
"Jungkook, I can’t listen to this… look at me."
Reaching for his chin you pulled his head up until he was facing you again.
"I refuse to listen to you apologize for something that is out of your control. Your life was decided before you met me and I am nothing but grateful that I got to appear in some part of your story."
He tilted his head and pressed a small kiss into the hand that was still holding his chin.
"God I’ve missed you." He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.
"How long are you here? I’ve got to teach class.. It’s the first day but I’d love it if we could catch up?"
He laughed at you and your knees buckled at the sound of his happiness.
Taking his chance he pressed his lips to yours and you could feel the smile forming on his face.
"I’m your private lesson Jagi, I’ve booked you for the next two weeks."
Taking a step back you had to ask, "How Jungkook? What will you be giving up?"
Pulling you back to his embrace he began to dance with you.
"There is no more giving up, on anything. Our contracts were over and I only had one thing I wouldn’t negotiate on, that’s you."
He guided you to look at the mirror.
"I wrote you something."
~Please call my name one more time
I’m standing under the frozen light,
but I’ll walk step by step towards you
Still with you ~
"I promise I’ll never let you go again."
#jungkook#bts jungkook#jeon jungkook#Jeongguk#jungkook x reader#kookie#nochu#10 years with jungkook#california#lana del rey
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Ok but I have been thinking about this “Astor takes Zelda when she’s young” AU all night like:
So Zelda’s mom dies and Astor gets his astrolabe from Asivus after he fucks with the guardians and [REDACTED] and Astor has his little Calamity agenda all within a shorter amount of time than the span of time in HKU. This is so that Zelda doesn’t have too much knowledge about her role as Hylia’s vessel yet so that when Astor takes her she’s like “dope” and doesn’t really know exactly how important she is. I mean as soon as your mom dies and your dad turns into a dick, the first magic dadstor to come into your radius going like “let’s go vibe somewhere else” I think anyone would accept that.
So the princess is whisked away and the kingdom goes into pure shit and chaos, and Rhoam is left no choice as to basic double, no, triple down on Sheikah tech and the divine beasts, all while sending out searches for the princess—which never come into fruition.
Meanwhile, Zelda grows up with the Yiga Clan as an assassin shes got a sickle and short hair because yeah!! Zavis is still a spy but instead of joining the Yiga Clan to be more useful to Zelda, he joined the Yiga Clan to find her and when he did, since his dad and Zelda are all basically on the same side he doesn’t have really any loyalty to the crown anymore
Now just in case, Astor pretty much lies to Zelda about her past as she grew up, just so that there isn’t a chance she gets dragged back into castle life or anything. “Oh yeah, you were just some little noble girl who’s dad was a dick, and I was friends with your mom before she died so I decided to take you in” and it lines you just enough with what few memories Zelda has of her childhood that she believes it. And ironically, with her loyalty to Astor and the Yiga Clan, she grows to despise royals and laughs at the stories of the missing princess like “ha, what a nerd. Hyrule really is doomed since she dipped from her destiny, what a loser.”
Does Siv team up with Astor earlier since he doesn’t have Zelda to give him hope that he can overcome the Calamity? Maybe. Idk.
So anyways, Zeldas going out doing Yiga things and she meets a knight with a pretty cool looking sword, and she’s like “Oooo imma steal that” and then she tries but she failed because this kid is REALLY skilled. He beats her, but doesn’t kill her when he realizes “You’re just a kid?” Then, they hear someone coming, like a captain or something, and he tosses her a few rupees like “get out of here and go home, the others won’t hesitate to kill a Yiga like you—girl or not”
Now Zelda goes home but she’s PISSED. Not only did she get her ass beat despite being the most badass Yiga she knows, the kid has the audacity to toss her RUPEES as if she was just some common poor thief. What an asshole! But also, she’s super ingrained by him because pretty much her whole life she’s believed the knights and those with the royals are a bunch of ruthless assholes who do nothing but blindly adhere to their commands and rules. So the fuck is with this kid??
She doesn’t tell anyone about this encounter (mostly because she doesn’t want to be yelled at, nor admitting the embarrassing detail of being beaten) but she does tell Zavis about it. And he’s like “pfft. He’s just a kid, btt it give him a few years and he’ll grow up like everyone other asshole out there, trust me”
Then later on, Zelda sneaks out looking for this kid again. And she does, and they kinda cross blades, but mostly she just complains to him about how annoying he is, and she tosses the rupees he gave him back like “I don’t need your pity money!” And they banter for a bit more and eventually she’s like “what’s your name, huh?” And the knight is like “....you don’t know who I am?”
“Oh let me guess, you’re one of the hundreds of people named Link, is that it?”
“Something like that.”
“Well Link, I’m Mallory, and I’m going to kill you now!”
Suddenly Link’s stomach grumbles and he sheathes his sword “Dinner break!”
“WHA—?? Keep fighting me you idiot!”
“Nah...I’m super hungry.”
“What?!?! What’s wrong with you??? I’ll kill you!”
“No you won’t.”
“I will!”
“You’re already breaking a sweat and I’ve been holding back this whole time. Plus, if you wanted to kill me why did you just give me back my rupees when I had my back turned instead of stabbing me? Either you like talking to me, or you suck at your job. Anyways, cucco nugget?”
So they’re kinda friends now.
So time passes and they’re still secret friends, and they like being friends because they “keep it real” as the kids say. Link never admits to her that he’s the hero, but vents about his knight life and his dad who never seems to be happy for him despite his accomplishments. And Zelda vents about her life in the Yiga Clan, and despite being the best, Astor never seems to want her involved in the more important missions and never tells her jackshit”
“Well I guess that’s good for me. Would hate to have the Yiga’s best asset being used.”
“Hey this is serious!! I need to help in the destruction of the royal family with the Calamity!”
“Do you really believe that? That we’re all already doomed?”
“Well yeah. I mean, even if the hero’s around, the princess is dead, so you all don’t stand a chance. But don’t worry, when the Calamity comes I’ll give you a heads up and you can go chill in Faron or something”
Then, things be picking up with Astor and the gang, and he’s finally found an opportunity to kill the hero. And Zelda remembers hearing from Link that he sometimes hangs out with the Champions and the hero for protection, and she’s like, “can I come?” because she wants to be useful, but also to make sure Link doesn’t die or anything. Yet per usual, Astor’s like “No. Just stay here.”
Now Zelda gets super pissed and him and they have a fight, mostly circulating around the fact that Zelda’s been nothing but loyal to the Yiga Clan and yet she nevers gets to actually feel useful and it also put on the sidelines whenever anything actually impactful happens. “Hell, even ZAVIS does more than I do! What’s your problem?! Can’t you have confidence in my for once??”
And Astor in Astor fashion ends the argument super harshly like, “You won’t be ready for anything, ever. You’re still incredibly naive and foolish, so if you want to help, then you can help everyone by staying here, and safe, and away from everyone. THAT is the only thing of use you can do, so do it.” And then they go off to kill the hero and Zelda runs off to her room al frusterated and shit.
But you know, you often meet your destiny on the road you take to avoid it. And this Astor’s little plan to keep Zelda away from Calamity related business so that she can never discover her powers or who she is...is gonna backfire, splendidly.
So Zelda sneaks out anyway, with the idea in her head that if she kills the hero before Astor even gets there he’ll have no CHOICE but to recognize how competent and useful she is and he’ll eat his words!
But then she gets there, and she sees the Champions, and Link, and she goes to confront Link with sickle in hand like, “I don’t need you! Just tell me where the hero is, and I’ll spare the rest of you!” And the Champions are like “wtf” and Link is like, “Just leave. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing! Just tell me where the hero is and no one else has to get hurt.”
And Daruk’s like. “Uhh...but he is the hero?” And everyone glares at Daruk, and Zelda goes into shock, like w h a t. Aw shit..so that fancy sword was the master sword...and he’s so good at fighting because he’s the bloody hERO FUCK, IT’S SO OBVIOUS NOW FUCK.
And I feel like as Zelda is contemplating her life choices in the moment. Revali would attack first because he’s like that. So he shoots her in the shoulder, or something, and she releases Link, and then something something her mask falls of and Urbosa recognizes her because of course she does. And Urbosa’s like “Zelda?!??!?” And Zelda’s like, “Who the fuck are you? Who’s Zelda? I’m Mallory.”
And by that point, Astor is there and he’s like “wtf is going on here.” And he sees Zelda, and he’s like “Mallory get over here right now.” And she hesitates for a moment because she’s right between him and Link.
“Move aside, now. Quickly. We’ll discuss your insolence when we get back home.”
And she’s like “...No.”
“Excuse me?”
“T-There’s no need for this. The princess is dead, right? S-So what’s even the point?”
“We have to ensure victory for Lord Ganon. We’re just making sure there’s no chance of anything happening. There’s no need to defend them, they’re all doomed, they’re all the same. If the hero doesn’t die by my hand, he’ll die by the Calamity’s. So move.”
“You don’t know that!”
And Astor raises and eyebrow because this is basically the first time Zelda has questioned this, ever. “What did you say?”
“I...I said you don’t know everything! You could be wrong!”
And he gives a sad smile and shakes his head. “I know more than you know.”
“I’ll tell you when we’re done here, promise.” And then he does his little malice teleport thing and he’s about to kill Link with a big ol’ malice attack, and Zelda does that reaching out thing like “No!”
And the BOOM. Her powers awaken, and EVERYONES like “oh shIT.” And Link’s the first one to be like, “You’re the princess???” And Astor’s like “hmmmmmmmm....fuck.” And Urbosa’s like, “Ok, I’m gonna stab Astor now.” and then she does! good for her.
And then Zelda is freaking out like what the fuck just happened who huh where what huh and then theres conflict because she doesn’t want Link to die but also his team just sorta stabbed her father figure and then its chaos or something and uhhhhhhhhh yeah that’s all I got I have no idea how this would end.
I feel Zelda wouldn’t go back to the Yiga Hideout after that, in fact I think she might run off with Siv because he’s like “hey, hey, hey. maybe gimme some of that light juice and get the calamity out of my head?” And of course Zavis would go whereever Zelda went (maybe?) She definitly wouldn’t go with the Champions yet, but they’re out looking for her. And also Astor would be looking for her with the Yiga Clan but mostly he’s like “fuck my life.” because literally everything he had been working towards and planning for over a decade has been ruined in like, an hour.
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You Do Deserve It (obey me brothers x fem! reader)
Started: May 16, 2020 at 5:55pm
Ended: May 16, 2020 at 7:01pm
Pairing(s): (obey me brothers x fem! reader) (oc!mc x fem! reader)
Trigger Warning(s): suicide talk, loneliness, being ignored, confrontation, maybe some more.
Author’s Note: hey! I can’t answer your ask since you dm’ed me (which is totally fine 🥰) so I’ll tag you here: @leowillbefine . Also for the fem MC I decided to just insert myself, nothing will really change other than using they/them pronouns 🥰 I hope you like it!
Prompt/Request:
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The lights of emergency rooms are blinding. You had always been told that, but you never really believed it until you experienced it after you tried to end your own life. The fluorescents were so bright, it was almost as if the doctors wanted you to stay longer because you had ended up blind.
“Hey! You’re finally awake,” a voice came from beside you, and you turned your head to see another figure sitting up on a bed, hunched over what looked to be an embroidery object. “Your parents were just here, but they had to leave because visiting time was over.”
You continued to sit there, looking around the room and the person coughed and leaned over the side of the bed a little bit, spitting into a trash can. You winced a little bit, and they took notice.
“Sorry about that. I guess having your stomach vacuumed will do that to ya,” they giggled a bit before turning back to their embroidery. “My name’s Esther, but that name is too biblical, so I go by Coda. I go by any pronouns, but I prefer they/them. Whatever’s easier for you.”
You continued to be quiet, before looking over at them and seeing what they were working on.
“Oh! Do you want to see what I’m working on? Hold on, I’ll come over,” they offered, and moved over to you, kneeling on the ground beside your bed. “Look, I’m trying to make a flower, but I’m new at this, so I don’t know if I’m doing well.”
“I think it looks good, Coda,” you complimented, and they lit up.
“Really? Thank you,” they cheered, before moving back over to their bed. “I would stay over there, but I got in trouble last time I tried to move around without someone in the room with me.”
“I’m in the room with you, though?” She looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling again.
“Good point, but I don’t want the doctor informing my parents I wasn’t cooperating again,” they explained, and then looked up from their embroidery. “What’s your name?”
You looked over at them, frowning slightly. They could’ve just read the patient info at the end of the bed. Or asked your parents.
“My name’s [Y/N]. Did my parents not tell you?” You asked, and they shook their head.
“Nah, they tried not to look at me much. It probably didn’t help that I was dry heaving when they were in here, anyway,” they answered, putting one final stitch in their work before setting it to the side. “They seemed kind of.. off. Of course, I can’t really judge how I would react if my child tried to take their life,” they thought some more. “What am I talking about? I don’t have children.”
You laughed a little bit, and their eyes lit up. You two sat in silence for a little bit, until you looked over at them. They had been heaving a little bit, but it was gradually becoming less and less as the night went on.
“So,” you started, and they gave you their attention. “You mentioned you and your stomach pumped? Sorry if it’s too personal, but what happened?”
“Oh, it’s fine. I just tried to overdose,” they said lightly, but it held a sad undertone to their voice. “My big brother caught me in the act, but I had taken them already, so he drove me here.”
“Oh,” you mumbled. You didn’t look at them again, and you thought back to earlier that day when you had tried to kill yourself. You two were such different people, it was hard to imagine someone like Coda feeling what you felt, and you felt bad for them. You wouldn’t wish anyone to feel like that, not even your worse enemy. “I also tried to off myself.”
They nodded, smiling a little bit.
“Yeah, but hey! We’re both still here, that has to count for something, yeah?” They offered, trying to cheer you up. “Beside, judging by how they roomed us, we’ll probably be together for a few days.”
After that, the two of you became good friends. You exchanged numbers, and kept in contact, talking often.
But the day that you were transported down to the Devildom, you were filled with sadness. They had taken your phone, so you couldn’t talk to them. You felt dread, but that feeling quickly changed when you met the other exchange student.
It was them, dressed in the same jacket as you, but with a button up, small tie similar to Asmodeus’ and pants. They were talking with Diavolo, about something, but the prince laughed often, which didn’t surprise you. Finally Diavolo’s eyes landed on you, and he pointed to you, and they turned.
A squeal was heard, and you were quickly bear hugged by them.
“[Nickname]! I can’t believe you’re the other exchange student! Fate, right?” They let go of you before assuring Diavolo that you would be well taken care of and that they would personally introduce you to the boys. They sent a jolt of anxiousness through you, and they lovingly put their arm around your shoulder. “It’ll be alright, I’m right here. If those boys even try anything, I’ll let them know what up.”
On the way to the House of Lamentation, they explained to you what you needed to know, and about the brothers, so you wouldn’t have to learn it yourself.
“Yeah, I heard the last exchange student I think their name was.. [MC]? Yeah, they had to learn it all by them self, evidently almost died a couple of times? I dunno, that’s just what I’ve heard.”
You didn’t know what to make of the brothers, they seemed to be pretty doting on Coda, even when they kind of brushed off the advances and tried to get the attention back onto you. They was more frusterated today than you think you had ever seen them, and finally they showed you to your room.
“I hope you don’t mind, but they wanted us roomed separately. Of course, they can’t really stop us if you want to room with me, but-”
“It’s fine, Codes.” They looked over at you concerned.
“You sure?” They asked, and you nodded, opening the door to your plainly decorated room. “Alright well, if you need anything, remember I’m always here for you, ya know?” You nodded again, and they hugged you goodbye. “Oh! Also my room is just down the hallway, the last one on the right. My door is always open.”
With that, they left toward their room, taking off their jacket and shoes, leaving the shoes outside the room. You found that peculiar and remembered to ask about it later, but right now you just wanted to lay in your bed.
This day had been weird enough, and you never dealt with change easily. So you tore off your clothes and changed into some clothes that happened to fit you perfectly and crawled into bed.
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The boys ingoring you (pretty much) didn’t just happen the first day. It spread into the next day, then the next, almost like an infectious disease you couldn’t stop. You wanted to say something about it, but you didn’t want to be needy. But one day, you didn’t need to worry about bringing it up.
You all were sitting in the lounge room, you sat on one of the big chairs playing a video game you had bought off of Akuzon, and Coda sat between your legs on the ground, continuing the embriodery project they had been working on for the past few days. Now they was sewing leaves and what looks to be a cat.. holding up middle fingers? Anyway, it was calm, with Satan also in there, but reading a book and Belphegor sleeping.
At least it was calm before Mammon and the other brothers came in and started pulling Coda in every which way. Coda was started to get frusterated, before they ripped their wrist from Mammon’s hand.
“Why don’t you guys ever dote on [Y/N] like this? She can get attention from y’all too.” They explained, frusterated at the boys.
“She’s fine, she’s been more than fine in her classes and getting used to RAD,” Lucifer answered as that was the most obvious answer in the universe.
“Plus, she’s kind of quiet, anyway,” Mammon explained more, and Coda’s eyes snapped over to him.
“Shouldn’t that be more of a reason to talk to her? She’s quiet, get to know her,” they scolded. They then looked over at Lucifer. “And how do you think Diavolo would feel if he found out you all were neglecting one of his beloved exchange students?”
Coda grabbed your hand and lifted you up, leading you to the threshold of the room.
“Now, is you’d excuse me, I’m going to spend a lot of quality time with my.. friend, for the rest of the week, or until y’all get your priorities in order.” They declared, before being stopped by Lucifer’s voice. You dug your face in their back, trying desperately to stop the tears from coming. You didn’t really like showing emotions, but you also didn’t really like confrontation, whether it was between you and another person or two people.
“Who do you think you’re talking to with that attitude?” He asked, and Coda’s head whipped around.
“You, Lucifer. I’m talking to you. And Mammon. Each and everyone one of you that ignored her for the first week of her being here, but decided to give me all the attention like she was worth less than me. Which by the way, she isn’t.”
They then turned and led you to their room, locking the door behind them and putting you on their bed. Their room was decorated in greens and blues, a light colors, with books and miscellaneous embroidery designs and threads here and there.
They knelt down to your level after you say down.
“Are you alright?” They questioned, and you nodded, not looking them in the eye. They frowned, and cupped your face, but you smacked away their hand before standing up, hunching over in a corner and covering your face, hiding the rivers running from your eyes.
“[Y/N]-”
“Esther, why did you help me?” They flinched a little bit at that name before telling you that you were their friend, and they couldn’t stand the look on your face anything the brothers would talk to them but not you.
“I don’t like seeing my friends in pain, and they were obviously causing you that. So I put them in their place.”
“Coda, I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve to be treated like that, I don’t deserve any acts of affection you try to give me, I don’t-”
“I swear to God if you saw one more thing about you not deserving something that you do in fact deserve, I will cuddle you until you realize your worth.” They threaten, crossing their arms over their chest. “[Y/N], you deserve to be treated like how they treat me. And any acts of affection I give you, I give you because you do deserve them.”
You just looked away from them, and you heard them sigh and walk toward you, wrapping their arms around your waist from behind.
“[Y/N], c’mon. Let’s watch some Netflix and cuddle. I need to show you a lot of love to make up for the amount that you’ve been missing out on, obviously.”
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It’s not needed to be said, but the boys started to treat you a lot better. It’s not like all of them were mean to you, Satan talked to you everyone once in a while before that as well as Asmodeus, Belphie also slept with you in the room occasionally, but the others didn’t really.
Now they included you in everything, and you felt a lot more included, but you sometimes felt like they just let you be there to please Coda. When you felt like this, Coda knew almost every time, and would grasp your hand and tell you to stop thinking like that. Nothing good would come out of it, and that you could rant to them later tonight about what was bothering you.
The rest of the year was great.
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This was written by me in no way trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I try to write what I feel would help me in the moment. I completely understand that mental illnesses don’t just ‘disappear’ when you’ve figured out that someone loves you or someone helps you once- that’s why I don’t write what happens after in most cases. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust, or call a hotline.
#obey me#obey me x reader#obey me oc#obey me imagine#obey me oneshot#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me belphegor#obey me satan#obey me angst#obey me diavolo#lucifer#mammon#satan#belphegor#tw suicide
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Scroll past now if you don’t wanna see a rant..
I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep until I get this out and say this but I am *so* emotionally exhausted from Taemin’s concert. He had me going from the beginning by opening with I Think It’s Love and Think of You and it just kept going from there. I’m PISSED that his mic had so many issues and what’s worse is you could tell he was too. It was all so utterly frusterating to have such a major malfunction at the beginning of the live section of the concert. I can only imagine how that effected him for the rest of the night. Like, people, do your jobs and give the man something to work with! I do think that it kinda set him off kilter for the night. I don’t even think the whole of that first set was live vocals, I think they just turned off the mic and ran the track. Which increases my po’d level like ten fold. He should not have to deal with this stuff, this kind of thing is the whole reason he didn’t want to do an online concert in the first place- and fans not being there was another huge detriment too. WHY for the love of all that’s good didn’t they have shawols mics turned up louder too?!?!? You could barely hear them and you could tell he was searching for them too. He NEEDS that live feedback SOO MUCH and this is the time you’re going to clown and keep shawols mics low?? Are you kidding me??
In the end he did the absolute best with what he had to work with. I fault him for *nothing* that I’ve ranted about above. He’s amazing and always will be. But I’m just sitting here post concert and crying for my boy because it felt like such a crappy way to say goodbye.... like you just gonna throw some of the saddest ballads at me and dip?? No ending greetings? No chat with shawols in the encore/extra?? Like what?! It felt so abrupt to end that way and maybe he wanted that way because I know he was struggling with his emotions as well but I feel so bad for him. And so bad for us. Maybe I’m just being extra with my emotions tonight and out of bounds with bringing this all up but I just want the absolute best for him because he’s the absolute best and he’s been working his tail off to put this together for us and prepare a new album too. It’s not fair. It’s not right. And I just really want to go give him the biggest hug in the world and reassure him that he was wonderful and that we aren’t forgetting him and will be staying with him. I think in the end that’s what he really needs to hear.
#personal#taemin#shinee#beyond live tm#i’m so drained#i really need to sleep#maybe that’s all this is...sleep deprivation#tomorrow will be better#i’ll come post about all the things i loved#sleep well darlings
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Making a new au so here we go:
The ‘idk wot to call it yet au’
So Naga and Grima both have religions connected to them, but what if the Cult of Grima disbanded after Grimas defeat by the first exalt? So people stopped believing in Grima. Grima became another myth, another scary story to tell in the woods to unnerve people.
So Robin is born, but he has the same parents as canon. So he ends up with the right lineage and genes to be
The vessel for Grima!
But no one knows that.
Robin grows up as a tiny bean (his mom IS around and validar isnt a meanie because haha no grima to make all those issues and because i need robin to be happy this au might end up really angsty) and then he turns five or somethin and Robin begins to hear a voice in his head. At this age it is very faint, much like a whisper, and he tells someone, but they just tell him ‘thats your thinking voice’. Robin goes with that for quite awhile until he line 9 or 10 and he’s like ‘this aint my thinking voice’, cause 1: he has a thinking voice and this one is very different, and 2: this one doesnt even have his personality. So Robin once again tries to tell everyone and they deny it again (possibly trying to pass it off as an imaginary friend??).
Robin is frusterated but goes along with it. Time passes, and Robin is now a teenager. the voice gets louder and meaner and he still has no idea what it is. Then he turns eighteen. The voice is pretty much equal in volume to his own thinking voice, and its finally able to tell him “I am the Fell Dragon, Grima.” Now of course Robin is just like ‘what???’ So Robin tries to do some research. Robin is able to find one source, in a very old book. Robin reads of how Grima was ‘the god of destruction’ and how ‘he killed many people’. Robin is well, disturbed, and tries to ask the voice if it really is Grima. The voice tells him one thing: “I am the Wings of Despair, I am the Breath of Ruin, I am the Fell Dragon, Grima.” Robin is like: ok this thing might actually be in my head for some reason?? But he is also internally laughing because wile the voice was threatening, it was still quite funny to hear it almost repeat itself. Robin reads the rest of the small amount of information on Grima, and finds out Plegians used to worship him. Robin gets v e r y nervous. He IS plegian afterall. So Robin puts the book away and sits with this information for a while.
Grima continues to say the same thing, it seems only capable of saying that for now even though it used to berate Robin at almost every turn. Robin gets more nervous and tries to tell someone. Whoever it is, they laugh. They tell Robin that Grima is just a myth. ‘Its just a voice in your head. Don’t even worry about it.’ Robin is well, frusterated. He’s even a little bit scared. ‘The voice only keeps getting louder. What if it can take control?’ Robin begins to get paranoid. He tries talking to other people but they all don’t believe him, saying similar lines of ‘its a myth’. Robin feels a need to get to the bottom of this, and he is technically an adult now, so he ventures off with a small amount of gold to go find more information on The Fell Dragon.
He ventures around Plegia, but is unable to find much more information in the places accessible to him. And he even snuck in some places. He finds some buildings with Grima-like markings but they all seem run down and the few markings left were practically unreadable. All the places seemed destroyed on purpose, but destroyed long ago. (They were destroyed by the cult of grima for one reason or another, but robin dont know that) So since Plegia was lacking info, Robin decides to venture to Ylisse, because it seemed that Grima and Naga were connected somehow.
Robin is sttill unable to really find anything, and the people of Ylisse also denied Grima’s existence. Robin thinks there must be information somewhere, so he settles down in a tiny three room shack (he aint got that much money and hes currently more worried about Grima) with a kitchen, bathroom, and empty room. Robin sets up a bedroom in one half of the empty room, and uses the other half for research. He is able to get his hands on quitw a few books and tries to connect the information together. It takes a long time, and he gets little information from it. Robin starts to think that he’s going to need the more valuable history books and scripts for this.
So one day he is on his way the capitol, and is walking through a field. He is almost to the town when he stumbles and falls into the dirt. People find him and one person (yall all know where this is going) offers a hand. Robin takes it and is introduced to Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick. He learns that they are out all patrol and that Chrom and Lissa are royalty. Now this sparks a plan in Robin. He could try to see if they’d let him into the rarest history documents. So he asks and is shot down by Frederick, who is suspicious of someone just wanting access to such important documents. Chrom is like ‘Robin asked nicely so we should let him’ Frederick scolds Chrom for being too trusting. (honestly robin is kinda suspicious rn..) So they part ways.
Robin continues his search, and every once in a while, he’d find another small snippet of information. He begins to gain a reputation of ‘The guy with a weird obsession with Grima who believes the Fell Dragon lives in his mind’ and so people are a l i t t l e reluctant to give information. Robin is able to still get money through small jobs and stuff. Robin gets a little more disheveled as time goes by and Grima only gets louder. He meets Chrom on multiple occasions, and they eventually bechrom friends. Robin gets a ton of information written down and connected. But it still isnt enough.
Chrom can see how Robin is getting more frantic, and begins to worry. Robin brushes him off as he bechroms more secluded. Grima gets louder and is able to once again berate Robin. Grima begins telling Robin how no one will ever believe him and help him, how he’ll never be able to figure it out.
And so Robin goes to Chrom. The thing is, Robin liked having Chrom as a friend, so he never told Chrom about any of it. Chrom only knew he was researching something. So Robin sits him down for a chat. He starts off simple “I think the Fell Dragon, Grima, lives in my mind. Of course, Chrom laughs about it, but he stops upon seeing Robins face fall. Robin tries to tell him about it all, but unfortunately, like everybody else, Chrom was raised to believe Grima was a myth. Chrom is worried, thinking maybe Robin had been alone for too long. Chrom still wants to help, but he doesn’t believe Grima is the issue. Robin gets frusterated and attempts to politely leave, but is a little rude.
Chrom is very worried, and tells Lissa and Frederick. They also worry. Chrom wants to be a helpful bean but this information begins to spread like wildfire. If Robin wasn’t known before, he was now. This ain’t a good thing either. People make fun of Robin, and Robin begins to get more bitter and cold due to bearing constant mockery from Grima and others. Grima is at a shouting volume in Robin’s head, and is able to give Robin a headache everytime he speaks. Things are not going well, but Robin is still too paranoid to go back home.
Then Robin is sitting alone one night, looking over his information. There’s a knock on the door. He gets up to see who it is. Then he collapses. In his head is a low rumble, one that slowly rises in volume until Robin wants to shout at it to go away. His vision blurs, gaining a red tint. In the panic and pain Robin remembers something. It’s his twentieth birthday. He was born some time in the early night. The rumble stops. There’s a dead silence. Then a cold laughter begins to ring in his ears. It morphs into a sentence,”My patience has been tested.. And I won.” Robin is confused as the pain stops, and his eyes focus again. Then its as if a force slams down on him, shoving him down into his own body. His vision blurs again and he goes numb. He tries to turn his head, only to see black. He turns around in every direction. Its all a pitch black void. Everywhere but where his eyes last looked. Then the view changes, as if he’s stood up. A voice comes, slightly muffled,”Robin are you okay in there?!” It was Chrom. The laugh starts again. Its not in his head. Robins hand is brought to his face, sparking with electricity, before being moved away. He ‘walks’ and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Robin reels back as he now has six glowing red eyes, six black wings, and horns on his head. The Robin in the mirror smiles before going to open the door. Robin realizes what has happened. Grima took over. Was there a way to take control again!? Robin is quite frantic, but the void is, well, a void. No end, the only thing in there was the vision. The door is opened and Chrom is obviously taken aback, asking what had happened. Grima laughs and his hand begins to fizzle again. Luckily Chrom notices and backs away before being stabbed with a spear of electricity. Grima begins launching an attack on ‘that wretched Naga spawn’. Robin could now hear Grima’s thoughts. They really had switched places. Robin could only watch as Chrom drew his sword and the two began to fight. Both are hurt, but Robin does live in a town, and people begin to notice. Robin hears multiple gasps of ‘is that really grima??’ And similar lines. Some try to help, but they are kind of useless.
The fight chromtinues. Then Grima charges another spear, and drives it through his stomach. Robin screams. Grima laughs about that. Chrom falls unconscious, but still breathing. Grima rises into the air on his wings and continues to laugh. “You all didn’t believe the vessel, but now you can see, I have returned after so long. I am not a myth, but I am the Fell Dragon, Grima!” And Grima begins to attack the town. After a while he stops and thinks ‘can a revert to my dragon form?’ He tries, only for it to fail. Grima is furious and goes back to end Chrom for good out of rage, only to find the prince gone. Robin by now has found out that Grima cannot hear him unless he actually speaks, so he is able to internally sigh with relief as Chrom might be okay. Grima goes on a rampage and guards try to stop him, only to fail. Grima is not back to full power, but he is still extremely dangerous.
So he goes and begins to try and take over Plegia, and remake his cult. He attacks and stuff and finds Robin’s parents. They are of course freaked out and pained to know that Robin was telling the truth. Grima is able to take about half of Plegia for himself. Soon the Shepherds return and want to defeat Grima. (Haha soon... this is probably like three or four years later) Chrom is luckily alive and is quite angy about Grima taking his ‘friend’. They fight and have to retreat. They join with the Plegians that have been trapped in Grima’s controlled land and use the next 1-2 years to form a full rebellion. Grima has made the dragon’s table his home. He is finally able to conjure his dragon form, but only can keep it for about a day before needing another day’s rest. But his human form is powerful enough gor him to not need the dragon form very often. The rebellion makes its way to the Dragon’s Table, a force of about 2,000 people. Grima has countless Risen guarding and controlling his land, but the rebellion is able to get to Grima.
Grima transforms into his dragon form to end the rebellion for good, but Chrom and a few others are able to make it to him and end up on his back once transformed. They fight the summoned risen and make it to the human form. Chrom once again fights Grima. Robin, still stuck inside his own mind, feels hope. A feeling he truely hadn’t felt in years, but the only way he could think of that would get rid of Grima, was his own death. And he accepted it. Chrom and Grima both were able to go unharmed for quite a long time. Risen kept the others from helping. Then there was a loud hiss from Falchion as it sliced through the palm of his hand. It burned unlike any injury had before. Even the other cuts from Falchion on their first fight hadn’t felt like this. Grima’s vision blurred as he was partially shoved back into Robin’s mind. The dragon almost fell, quickly stabling itself. Robin stood, speechless, as he had regained partial control of his own body. He was distracted, and Falchion was able to leave a deep gash in Robin’s arm as he began to flee. Grima shouts and takes back control. But Robin isn’t completely locked away again. Where he has been cut, his hand and forearm, he could feel a small amount of control. Grima kept trying to fire magic at Chrom, but if it was cast by the right arm, Robin could mess up his aim. Grima figured this out and Robin was rendered almost useless. Robin tried to still help as both Grima and Chrom began to sustain more injuries. Robin was able to mess up Grima’s attacks and dodging. Every wound gave him more control. Soon Grima was barely able to fight, as Robin forced him to be hurt. But Chrom was also starting to struggle, as he has been sustaining multiple injuries as well. Chrom wasn’t aware of Robin’s help. He thought Robin was gone. So he went to try and slash Grima’s neck, convinced that his ‘friend’ was gone forever. Robin had gotten Grima to fall. But Robin couldn’t help but flinch, holding his right hand over his neck. The blade connected and sliced through the glowing mark that stained the hand. A great tremor shook through the dragon. Grima screamed in utter fury and agony as Robin could feel his presence fade away. The numbness turned into a sensation of wind and scales. Grima’s roar died down, his gritty voice gone. Robin felt something he had almost never felt. Emptyness. But.. It was good! Grima was.. completely gone. He couldn’t feel the god’s presence at all. His eyes began to burn. But then he saw a wrathful blade swing at him, and he had to dodge. Finally meeting eyes with Chrom after all these years. Chrom kept trying to attack him but Robin shouted,”It’s me! Grima’s gone!” Chrom only got angrier, believing Grima was just taunting him. Robin kept trying to convince him that Grima was truely gone. Then he decided to tell him,”No one ever believed me before. Please, believe me just this one time..” Chrom stopped and stared at Robin. Stumbling to Robin with wide eyes and dropping Falchion, he focused on his face. Noticing they were brown after being red for so many years. “..Robin...” Robin could only give a smile, as the now dead dragon began to drop from the sky. All the people on the back rushed to the pegasi and flew down. Once making it down to the ground safely, a cloud of dust forming and dieing down from the dragon’s impact, the Risen all fell, dead once more. The rebellion tried to attack Robin, but understood that Grima had no control over him anymore. Chrom once again turned to Robin and enveloped him in a hug as both began to shed tears, but for different reasons. Robin was still in disbelief that he was alive and free from Grima’s grasp, and Chrom could only choke out one whisper into Robin’s ear,”I love you..” Robin froze but nodded, agreeing. “I thought I lost you.” “Me too.”
(Woah that made a big space) And so they go back to Ylisse and make a cross-country announcement about Grima’s defeat and Robin’s return. They get married. But Grima did start another cult. Not everyone who was in Grima’s controlled land was in the rebellion. And upon learning of Grima’s defeat, they wanted him back. So.. is it truely over?
#fire emblem#fire emblem awakening#robin#chrom#grima talky in head au#idk ill find a better name and tag it xD#lissa#frederick#validar#grima#robins mom
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Sunset Curve: A Hollywood Legacy
Word Count: 1454
Chapter 5 of ???
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Chapter 5
“Okay, wait,” Rachel interrupted. Alex groaned and flopped back onto his long since forgotten pillows. “Start from the beginning.”
“Have you been listening at all?” Alex said all too loudly. Rachel shushed him, afraid they would be heard. “We’ve been here for like an hour, I can’t start over!”
Rachel scooted eagerly closer to her brother, a pleading look in her eyes. “Just tell me the part about Willie again.”
Alex laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not what the point of the story is!” Rachel pressed a finger to her lips. Both glanced nervously at the door, as if waiting for their formidable mother to burst through the door and lecture them or throw Alex out the window, or something else outlandish yet totally in character.
“Okay, what was the point of the story?” she asked. “You’re no good at parties?”
“Forget it.” Alex stood up, only half intending to truly leave. Rachel seized his arm and forced him back down, even though she knew he wasn’t going anywhere, and if he was he could easily push past her limp hold on him. “Why do I tell you stories? You’re patently difficult.” Rachel nodded, seeming to agree, but not really listening. “Are you listening?”
“Mhm, I’m the worst, you’re the best, yada yada yada. The point?”
“Did you miss the part where I kissed Luke?” Alex asked, seriously considering leaving.
“Yes, Alex, I must have. What I did hear was you meeting Handsome New Boy with excellent hair, and then being approached by Olivia Garcia.”
Alex stood up and paced the room. “Right, but I can’t focus on that until I figure out the other thing.”
“What other thing?” Rachel was toying with him, following him with her eyes. He stopped walking only for a moment to glare at her. “Right. Sorry. So, he kissed you. He was drunk. So, you kissed him back, you were caught up in the moment. Did I fix everything?”
“No, you fixed nothing.” Alex turned and looked out of the window, which was still open. Light was shining through it, creating a golden sliver across the floor, which was interrupted by Alex and the light reflected beautifully off of his golden locks. “I have my feelings under control, thanks. What I’m worried about is the awkwardness. We’re in a band together, and our band is very clearly going places. He and I can’t have issues.”
“Wait, you said you have your feelings under control.”
“I do.” Alex turned away from the window to look at Rachel, confused.
“Right, but you’re scared of things being awkward?” she clarified.
“Yes!” Alex insisted, visibly upset.
“Are both awkward and afraid not emotions?”
“Well, awkward is a situation, and fear is a response,” Alex leaned backward out of the window, and peeked to his left and right, looking for some out of this conversation.
“All emotions are responses,” Rachel countered. “And yours?”
“My emotional responses are fine!” Alex snapped. “Just help me!”
“Fine.” She stood up, cracked her knuckles, and walked to the door. She pushed it open and looked this way and that. Then she snapped the door shut and ran back to the bed. “I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve never had my drunk best friend kiss me naked in the ocean the day I met a handsome man, and performed the show of a lifetime. You’re really in a pickle.” Alex groaned and leaned further out of the window. “Look, I would just talk to him. You two have been friends for the past fifteen years. Nothing can possibly change that, so just shut up and talk to him.”
Alex laughed and pulled his head back into the room. “Ooh, shut up and talk to him. I’ll be busy.”
Rachel opened the door. “What I mean is don’t hole up in your sarcasm.” With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Alex, determining that enough time had passed and he could head to Bobby’s left through the window, still exhausted, but with a renewed spirit.
Reggie, who, as Rose had said, made it home at a reasonable time, had woken up early. He had gotten up early for two reasons. First, he threw up. Then, he went to tell Carla everything that had happened. She listened intently, nodded at the important parts, and grinned at the fun parts.
Though it was only ten in the morning, halfway through Reggie’s story, the fighting started. That day, unfortunately, the topic was Reggie and Carla.
“He’s your son, too!” a woman shouted. Reggie cringed and stopped speaking.
“How am I supposed to control him! He’s seventeen!” a man holler back.
“I don’t care! He can’t just run off to be a rockstar!” the woman yelled.
“I don’t care what he does!” the man snapped. Carla got suddenly to her feet, hurried to the door, and shut it quietly. She sat back down on the bed, her legs folded beneath her.
Neither siblings said anything. Reggie had his hands folded in his lap, and was staring intensely at them. His hair was falling down over his dejected face, and Carla couldn’t catch a glimpse of his face.
A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and onto his clasped hands. He jerked his hand up, and wiped away anymore, but Carla had seen.
“Hey.” She scooted forward on her ankles and dipped her head to meet his eyes. Reggie couldn’t stop the tears now.
“That’s the first time it’s been about me,” he sobbed, not looking at Carla.
“It wasn’t really about you,” Carla assured him. “They just need a scapegoat. A reason to be upset. Trust me.”
“I do. But, why do I feel like crap?”
“Because this is crap.” She leaned toward him, and pulled him into her warm, strong embrace, letting his tears stain her shirt.
Luke had called a band meeting. And to Sunset Curve, mainly Luke, calling a band meeting meant saying something cryptic and then they all discuss it.
“We gotta start thinking about the future of the band,” he said. Reggie and Bobby, who had been sprawled next to each other on the couch in a way that bros do in a way that is completely heterosexual, both groaned and exchanged a frusterated glance.
“I thought we just did that,” Reggie pointed out, sitting up. Bobby followed in suit.
“Dude, we just played the Orpheum. Give us a break!” Bobby said.
“Exactly! We’re on a roll! We can’t stop now!” Luke countered. “We gotta talk about our next move. Olivia Garcia?”
“I don’t know, Luke,” Alex spoke up nervously. “Our senior year starts next week. Can we just… wind down for… at least this week?” Why he was suddenly afraid to speak up to Luke, he wasn’t sure. Then, Rachel's words came back to him. Are both awkward and afraid not emotions? Just shut up and talk to him. Luke looked at Alex, and his gaze softened ever so slightly. Reggie cocked his head, confused, and Bobby leaned forward, his hand on his wrist, clearly very entertained. Alex had had an effect on Luke. Whether it was because Luke was his friend and cared about his opinion, or because Alex had broken the tie. Maybe Luke only agreed because he still felt weird about the kiss. Whatever the reason, all the boys were grateful.
“Fine,” Luke agreed. He rose from his position on what he called his couch despite the fact that it was Bobby’s house. “I’m gonna go for a walk. Clear my head.” He looked at Alex, though the blond couldn’t tell if it was pointedly or longingly. Bobby and Reggie felt like a live audience as they watched Alex stand too and follow Luke quickly from the studio.
Alex found Luke on the street, unmoving, looking across the street at an empty bike rack, whatever that was supposed to symbolize. He wandered closer to his friend so that they stood side by side, facing the roaring cars.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked. Luke nodded. Alex waited for him to elaborate, because he didn’t want to say what was on his mind before Luke established the topic of the conversation.
“I’m really sorry.”
This was not what Alex expected him to say, and he turned to face him surprise, so his back was now to the traffic.
“I don’t know what I was thinking yesterday. I didn’t mean that kiss, and I didn’t mean to screw anything up,” Luke continued, his eyes on his shoes. When Alex realized he had finished speaking, he pulled his best friend into a hug, glad that particular conflict had come to an end.
“It’s okay,” he whispered.
Notes: Thanks for making it to the end! A reblog is very much appreciated! I’m still sort of pissed at myself about the whole Luke and Alex thing, but that’s over, and hopefully you’re still here.
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#luke patterson#charlie gillespie#alex mercer#owen patrick joyner#reggie peters#jeremy shada#bobby wilson#taylor kare#jatp fanfic#jatp fandom
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If I cry and say how much I’m hooked on it and that I’m sad when I went to click the “5” it had a strikethrough and say pretty please a lot will you continue Graffiti （´-`）? Cus this is that •w•
N-not to be demanding or entitled or anything!! I didn’t mean it that way I just really really like it 👉🏾👈🏾🥺 sorry 😔
gah the more I think about it the worse I feel, it must be so frusterating and pressuring for ppl to dm you asking you about updating your works I’m an anxious person and i know for a fact that it would make me too anxious to even open this app if I got messages like that all the time heck I don’t answer sns messages or calls & texts bc I’m worried someone just wants me to do smth idky I said that I’m sorry pLs don’t hate me and or soft block me I just got overexcited I’m sor er y ( ; _ ; )
BABY, IT’S OKAAAAAAAAY.
I’m very flattered that you are loving the story; it looks like you’re new to my blog. I made a vow to myself when I opened this blog that I would never leave anything unfinished (with exception). I just finally updated that piece after a whole year and have been trying to work on it, but the writing gods are not agreeing with me right now for ANYTHING, not just that. :(
I definitely do not mind people anticipating and asking when to update within reason. You came in very politely and didn’t demand anything. I respond a lot better to that than “When are you going to update _____?” Because first of all, how should I know. Most writers I know can’t put a due date on things, that’s typically not how the creative process works....
Anyway I’m going off on a tangent. That story doesn’t get a lot of love anymore (probably because I kind of abandoned it for no apparent reason and didn’t update for a whole year) but that’s not going to stop me from updating it--I just am having a hard time putting anything down. It’s not that I don’t have inspiration, I know exactly what I want to write, and I have the motivation to write, but for some reason when I go to write nothing comes out, and if things do come out, they’re incomplete and I’m unhappy with them. I’ve been grappling with this for about two months now, and I hope that it goes away soon because I’m really sick and tired of it!
I’ll never hate you or block you for being enthusiastic about something I wrote, so don’t even worry about that. And you didn’t have a bad attitude about anything that would rub me the wrong way in the first place. In fact, I really appreciate everything you’ve done and said about Graffiti, it makes my heart warm.
I will update: that much I promise. When I’ll update is a whole different story. I won’t post something I’m not proud of. So, we just have to wait for the creative kinks to work out and hopefully I’ll get an update posted when that happens. Until then, thank you for your unrelenting patience.
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I had a sort of freaky dream. It started off with me in a school setting, which I always dream about tbh. It was after school and I had somehow completely forgotten to bring with me my backpack and phone or something. But seeing as school was over, the classroom doors were locked. I had to ask the people who clean if they could accompany me to get my stuff since they had keys. After asking some guy where the cleaning peoole were, a lady was nice enough to go with me. I was like, I'm sorry to the lady as it was sort of a long walk, I felt. So, I got my stuff and had to hurry up since my mom was waiting on me.
The dream then shifted as dreams always do. This one I don't remember to clearly, but I had been walking along side a girl in a small hallway. The girl was taller than me, had purple hair, and wore black and purple clothing. I also remember her having some sort of symbol on her head. She sorta reminded me of Raven from Teen Titans, tbh lol. On both ends of the hallway where people walked through, were rows of seat. The atmosphere of the place was heavy, to say the least. Idk, it was really uncomfortable.
It was obvious that people or something were going to come through the closed doors in front of us. I also remember feeling some level of fear. The girl quickly drew a sigil on a piece of paper or an item, I can't remember. She said it would protect and keep me invisible from the people or things that were about to pass through the closed doors. So, both me and the purple haired girl, quickly took seats and kept our heads slightly down to not draw attention to ourselves.
As the door opened rows of demons passed walking, dancing, and talking it seems. I knew I couldn't directly look at them, so I just kept my head and eyes down. I remember being afraid and knowing that if I looked up I would see awful and grusesome looking things. I just held the paper or item of the sigil in front of me, and silently hoped or prayed that I would not be seen. I don't know what would happen if I was.
From there came a more terrifying figre standing before me. Speaking, with an arm raised as the demons continued walking by. I don't know what he was saying or really remember what he looked like. But I sorta remember the feeling of this being, being someone important, I think. Maybe having an aura of authoriy. Idk if he was supposed to be Lucifer, but definitely someone very high ranking.
Then, once again, the dream changed. These next scenes are even harder to remember, much less in order.
I remember being in the bedroom of my sibling. Various people were there with me, but I can't remember if I knew them from my real life or only within the dream or not. We were talking about something, I don't recall. But it felt serious. It's kinda frusterating how much I can't remember from this sequence. Right now that I'm awake, trying to think back on the dream; it's if I feel a looming presence from the dream.
In the dream, what I can remember standing out was the Witch Father. I believe he was there, perhaps. I vauguely remember me having or maybe trying to establish, idk some sort of relationship with this being. A sort of relationship like Chise and Elias from The Ancient Magus' Bride. So, a teacher student relationship. But it's so unclear and muddy if this was actually with the Witch Father or some other being. I feel like maybe I was being offered protection? Idk if knowledge or anything else too. Again, it's all very muddy.
Then I woke up, but I awoke with a feeling of fear. But as with any dream or nightmare that I wake with fear, I just shrugged it off and went back to sleep. Though the Witch Father was very present and in the forefront of my mind for some reason.
Idk, if it was just a weird dream or something deeper? That's why if u guys read all this, I wanted to ask the witchblr community what they think? Could Lucifer, the Witch Father, idk be trying to contact me? Though, tbh, I am very much a 'baby witch.' Idk a lot about the Witch Father or anything related to that regard. Maybe it was a warning of some kind?
I say this because literally like 20 min ago, my mom told me that apparently my nephew's brother was tested positive for coronavirus. And this is very worrying because my nephew is more vulnerable, as he has asthma. I told my mom my dream, but well, she is studying with the Jehovah's Witnesses. So, she believes demons and the devil are evil and out to destroy mankind. Thus, she simply said maybe the devil wants to kill one of us or something. I knew she'd say something like that, but just wanted her input.
And I'm pretty sure she would be against witchcraft of any sort too. I am in the broomcloset. Only one of my best friends knows. I've actually secretly renounced the Jehovah's Witness and any other Christian faith (which this too my friend knows).
So yeah. This was my dream and news that we got. Do you guys think it means anything, am I being contacted by the Witch Father or Lucifer, or it was just a dream and an unlucky event with the corona?
@wolfofantimonyoccultism @scarletarosa I hope you guys mind the tag. Wasn't sure who to ask. Btw, love both your blogs!
#witchblr#dreams#dream meanings#dream interpretation#witchcraft#lucifer#satan#witch father#my posts#personal#demons#traditional witchcraft
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What about fishman island do you not like? I wasnt exactly very fond of it. Shirahoshi frusterated me and literally everything about Vander p*do Decken to be specific. I only really liked the flashback stuff with Fisher Tiger.
Okay, I’m going to try to keep this concise because no one needs to see me go off the deep end about how much I hate this arc.
It all comes down to the fact that I think the message of this arc is terrible and Oda shouldn’t talk about things he knows nothing about. Skypiea has a similar issue in that its central theme makes me mad, but at least Skypiea has aspects that I enjoyed, kinda.
I can’t stay that for Fishman Island.
Like, get the fuck out of here with this Not All Humans bullshit. Fishmen and mermaids have every reason to hate and distrust humans and this is not something I am looking to debate.
I have this theory that Oda got his feelings hurt by someone from a marginalized group and he used that as inspiration for this Not All Humans narrative.
Oh, and this isn’t a reason why I hate the arc, but there’s also the matter of this being Sanji’s third worst appearance in canon. Oda, why do you hate your own character this much? What happened?
Truth be told, I’m not super crazy about a lot of the post timeskip arcs for different reasons, but at least most of them have something I like. (Most.) This one, though, just infuriates me, and I don’t have anything nice to say about it without really digging deep.
I mean. I guess it was pretty cool when all of the Straw Hats were able to fight off thousands of enemies together, but, uh, it’s not enough.
I don’t want this reblogged, by the way.
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