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nixie-writes · 1 month

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Being Adam's Daughter (both in life and in heaven)

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-you were the only daughter to Adam and Eve. You were born into sin via Eve. You spent your entire childhood wishing you could visit the garden of Eden and see what was so bad about it that your mother had to eat the fruit of knowledge after God specifically told her not to.

-you were also very suspicious of your brother, Cain. Though you didn't know it, he showed wrath, envy and gluttony towards your brother, Abel. You, being born a woman, were raised to never question a man, especially not one older than you, so you never got in between their fights.

-then the day came that Cain killed Abel, the brother you were closer to. You witnessed the murder but your parents did not; you did as you were raised to do and didn't speak a word of what you saw. Cain threatened your life if you told them he had killed Abel, so you kept your mouth shut.

-as you lived your life you grew closer to God, closer even than Adam. You spent your days worshiping him, thanking him for every meal you ate, preaching to your parents about how good he was. Adam would always respond with something along the lines of, "hell yeah he's good, he made me!" and Eve would just smile.

-it was late one night when you saw your mother fall victim to the worst sin of all-debauchery with Lucifer himself. You caught her and Lucifer together, doing things you could never describe as the sweet little girl you were. You didn't understand the severity of it at the time but you ran back home and told your father that his wife and your mother was, in your words, "making friends" with the fallen angel who stole Adam's first wife, though you'd yet to have been told the story about Lilith yet.

-Adam stormed out and took you with him, you pointing him in the direction of Lucifer and Eve. He told you to wait behind a bush and he confronted Eve for sleeping with Lucifer. She wouldn't admit how many times she had done so. You were innocent and didn't understand the concept of "sleeping together", you were unsure why your father was so mad. He told Eve she was no better than Lilith, who you'd never heard of before and you suddenly had a lot of questions. Adam bid Eve his final goodbye and told her that if she ever came to him again he would kill her. You were stunned to hear this but seeing how you were raised, you didn't question it. It terrified you however.

-following your father home you asked him who Lilith was. Adam briefly explained that Lilith was his first wife, who refused to submit to him, and she fell in love with Lucifer and resided in Hell. In a rare moment of kindness he knelt to your level and placed his hands on your shoulders. "[Y/N], you're my only daughter and the only woman left in my life. Promise me, you'll never fall into the follies of sin," he spoke in a wavering voice. You understood how serious this was and nodded your head in agreement. He took you back to his hut, his hand in yours.

-you spent the remainder of Adam's life comforting him over the loss of Abel and Eve. You told him about how you saw Cain kill Abel and Adam sentenced Cain to live alone somewhere else, leaving only you and him. Throughout Adam's life on earth he always told you how much he loved you and how he expected to see you in Heaven when your time came.

-as time went by you never had any children, leaving that to other women God created. After learning the harsh reality of what your mother did you never wanted to risk falling in love with the wrong person, so you kept to yourself and became a traveling healer, helping those who were sick and hurt through God's will. You did this until you were around your middle ages, and God called you to Heaven. It was time for you to be with Adam.

-you were met by Sera, the high Seraphim. She told you your time had come, and you had been good enough to come to Heaven. You had done what your mother and brother failed to do, you lived a good and justified life and worked in God's mysterious ways. She brought your soul to Heaven.

-once you arrived in Heaven you saw how much of a dick Adam had become. He was proud, he was gluttonous and he was a jerk. He was always flaunting to the women in Heaven about how he was the first human soul to arrive there, likely to get them in bed with him. You were disgusted by it.

-when Sera brought Adam to the side and introduced you, his daughter, to him he was so stoked. "[Y/N]! You made it at last! That's daddy's little girl!" He rubbed your hair with his first and hugged you. He encouraged you to tell him what earned you a place in Heaven and you were proud to tell him of your years as a traveling healer and of how close you became to God. He was smiling the entire time.

-fast forward a little while, and the ranks of Hell were growing. Adam kept the extermination a secret from you, knowing it would break your sensitive heart to hear that countless souls who could have very well been your mother or brother, were being killed. His little secret was that he killed them both in the first extermination.

-as time went by you remained oblivious to the extermination, Adam never wanting you to know. But that fateful day came, when Adam told you he had to "take care of business", and promised you he'd be back later. He left with Lute, who you considered your true mother, and that was the last time you saw him.

-when Lute arrived back in heaven you rushed to her with glee in your eyes, asking where your father was. You were so excited to know what his business had been and if he'd carried out God's will. Your smile faltered when you noticed Lute clutching Adam's halo in her hand, her other arm missing entirely. Whatever had happened, had been serious. You begged her to let you heal her the best you could but she refused.

-with shame in her eyes she told you Adam died fighting and the last word he spoke was your name. She told you in detail about how she saw the light die in his eyes, his smile slowly falling as he bled out. She admitted to you about the yearly extermination and how he had made the decision to go back twice as fast to stop the hotel, which you had only heard whispers of.

-before Lute left to confront Lilith, she hugged you with her remaining arm and promised to take care of you the way Adam would have wanted her to, and that even though she could never replace him, she would do everything in her power to make you feel loved, wanted and accepted no matter what. She finished by telling you she had an errand to run, but when she was back she would give you Adam's halo to remember him by.

-you were in tears, clutching her remaining arm by the time she had finished speaking. All you could do is nod your head, too choked on tears to give a real response. You couldn't believe your father was dead and gone for good. Sniffling, all you could say at the end was, "thank you mom". Lute kissed your forehead and promised she would be back very shortly to give you his halo.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam x daughter reader #hazbin hotel adam x child reader #hazbin hotel x child reader #hazbin hotel x daughter reader

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kyloherrera · 4 months

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How would MASHLE boys react to you eating icecream in a erotic way in front of them.

cw. Slighty suggestive, fluff, blowjob, fem!reader, chocking

an. omg, friends my first post of mashle. well nothing to say I love this anime but love more mash so probaly a fic, and a series and more are coming soon! Also remember to like, comment, reblog, follow for more mash content. It really makes the difference <3. Also I will write based on the character as we see him in the anime cause' i havent read the manga.

ft. mash, lance, finn, dot, abel, rayne, abyss

MASHLE MASTERLIST & MASHLE TAGLIST

#MASH!

When he saw you eat your icecream like that he just make a confusse expression, he didn't understand you, so he titled his head a little, he raised his hand to ask you but instead of that he thought that you we're licking it like that because it was the most delicious icecream in the world, so he licked it but then he didn't find the answer. "I don't understand, why are you licking it like it? creampuffs taste way better than this." You just blushed and looked away, ashamed that he didn't notice, but then you heard the rest of the comment and sigh, it was mash just being mash.

#FINN!

When you where in your date you two bought icecreams, and finn invited you, since you have never try sex you taught that this was an opportunity to turn him on, and an extra point was that you were wearing something that let him see a peak of your boobs, of course when he noticed he couldn't help but look away with a red face. So you started seductively eating the icecream to then let the drops fall in your boobs, finn just look like he was a tomato, when he saw you do that, but then he looked at you and said. "y-you are doing it wrong" He said while turning away. and just answer him, "I know baby."

#LANCE!

When you decided to tease him, you weren't hoping it will turn out the way it did. Lance decided to make icecreams for your birthday party and you decided to use this opportunity to tease even tought it were in all of front of your friends. You started to lick the tip of the icecream has it were the tip of his dick. Lance gaze's didn't moved from you from all the party with a cold deadly grin, he was planning on how to get revenge for provoking him and make his the fabric of his boxer thight in such a pressure he couldn't handle, of course he trained a lot his patience when he teached his friends so he could hold a little bit but when the pressure was way too much he excused himself to go to the bathroom and jack off. You just smiled in such a satisfactory and cocky way, and Dot noticed what you too where doing, but you couldn't care less, but after Lance came back he cryied to him that he was too lucky to get such a beautiful girl to get him to tease him like that and by the way you licked your icecream you were such a goddess. That made Lance to give him the most deadly gaze and to even lift his wand ready to attack him, if he weren't for Lemon your room will probably end up a mess and destroyed. After your party he make you choke in his dick so bad that the only thing you could think off was his cock. And he even slap you when you were talking or smiling because he wanted to erase that cocky smile from your face.

#DOT!

You two were alone on a summer date and because of that you brought a strapless and u-shaped t-shirt giving him a peak of your boobs, he tryied to look other way that weren't your boobs but he couldn't help and he tought he was making it discrete but the reality is that anyone has notice that the first part that he looked at were your boobs. After that he bought you an icecream because that was his manual of dates said and you with an evil grin, just started to licking it with like it was a dick, Dot just try to articulate words but a redness cover his face and someblood started to fell under his nose . "You.. You, a-are d-oing it w-wro-ong" He said while looking away and lowering his tshirth with his hand so you couldn't notice the erection. "I know" you just smiled at him. You then choke on your icecream like you were chocking on a dick even though everyone was looking at you but you couldn't care less. Then he started shaking his head up and down, hitting himself with his hand. "It can be its just like in the porn movies." He said to himself and you couldn't help but laugh and whisper him "exactly." he just fell to the ground and said again to himself "Know I can die in peace" He said to just close his eyes and play dead.

#ABEL!

You two where in a date, and it was weird to no see abyss with him but he told you that you wanted some alone time with you, and you told him that you wanted and icecream and he almost bought all of the flavors that were avaible, until you told him that it wasn't neccesary. Then you too seat on a bank togheter and you started to lick it, it was your opportunity to turn him on since he had never been horny. So you made circles around the tip of the ice cream and he just looked at you confused. "What are you doing?". "Nothing you wouldn't like" You answer him. And after you two were at the school he make you swallow and lick his dick exactly the same.

#ABYSS!

You were sitting on a bank with him icecream on your hand, and you were holding hands, he had a slighty blush on his face since he had never experience love or physical touch before. But then you started to turn things naughty, he just looked away while you eating the icecream in such a seductive way that you could seduce anyone, he just looked away face more red. But you could notice his hand holding you tighter. But then he notice the bulge over his pants and look at you. "My lady can you stop?." He looked away a face more red. "Because if you don't I don't know if I am gonna be able to hold myself."

#RAYNE!

Since he was a divine visionary, he was very busy so dates with him were every one or two months, every two months it was a cute date and every one month was a date to just fuck you, but it came one time when he take you out to the cinema, a place in which you can both have some privacy, he was a wealthy man so he bought you anything you want even an icecream. You then started the movie and even though you weren't trying to provoke him, but the led noices were turning him on. So then he grabbed your chin and make you look at him, to then whisper. "Such a lewd girl, doing all of this because she is desperate of tasting his master's cock, want master to choke you on his cuck in front of all these people?" You just say no with your head, you didn't want to damage all of his reputation. He just choke you with his hand "Don't tell me what to do bunny, a pet doesn't get a saying on this." You could feel your legs already going weak as the way his voice ring in your ear. So he just take you the bathroom and make you suck his cock while he chocked you feeling his cock down you throat.

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#MASHLE: MUSCLES AND MAGIC #MASHLE SMUT #MASHLE X READER #MASH SMUT #DOT BARRET SMUT #LANCE CROWN SMUT #FINN AMES SMUT #RAYNE AMES SMUT #ABYSS RAZOR SMUT #MASH X READER #DOT BARRET X READER #LANCE CROWN X READER #FINN AMES X READER #ABYSS RAZOR X READER #RAYNE AMES X READER #MASHLE HEADCANONS #MASHLE HCS #F!READER #ABEL WALKER SMUT

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kittenfangirl20 · 1 month

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*it had been a couple years since Adam and Eve were thrown out of Eden for tasting the Forbidden Fruit, they recently had a twin boys together, Cain a boy looked so much like Adam and Abel a boy who looked so much like Eve, the pregnancy was a painful event because Eve claimed that she tricked Adam into taking a bite of the fruit even though he made the choice on his own because he didn’t want to lose someone else he loved because she didn’t want him to be punished, he was woken to the boys crying, he got up because Eve needed her sleep and made his way to where the babies slept and to his shock, Lilith was standing over the small bed Adam made for them, she was still beautiful, but in a twisted way, she now had large red horns coming from her head and large red bat like wings, she wore a crown and a deep purple gown*

Adam: What are you doing here Lilith?

Lilith: In order to be Queen of Hell with my beloved Lucifer, I was cursed to not be able to bear children of my own. Lucifer wants to be a father and I think that these beautiful little babies will be the perfect Princes of Hell. If you love Lucifer like you say, you would be willing to sacrifice them to make him happy.

Adam: Fucking stay away from Cain and Abel!!!!!!!!

Lilith: We definitely have to change their names.

*Adam charged at Lilith and she grabbed him by the wrists, now that she was a demon she had super human strength and Adam screamed while the bones in his wrists were cracking, Lilith held him up by the wrists and slammed him into the ground*

Lilith: Why fight when you can just have more children of your own.

*Lilith started to mercilessly beat him, tears started to fall from Adam’s eyes while he wondered why Lucifer could choose her over him, he hated the fact that he couldn’t protect the wife and children he loved dearly, suddenly the beating stopped and Lilith screamed, even though it hurt to move, he moved himself up a little to see Eve standing over a cowering Lilith, in Eve’s trembling hands was the angelic sword of Michael which he had given to the couple after they had been thrown out of Eden to protect them in case something like this happened, Adam was impressed to see that Eve had snuck up behind Lilith and cut off her wings, since it was angelic steel, the wings would never grow back*

Eve: As my husband said, fucking stay away from Cain and Abel. Also if you lay another hand on the man I love, I will end you and you won’t be able to be reunited with your husband.

Lilith: Fine, I will have a child one way or another. Besides I don’t understand how this hideous creature inspires such loyalty in you, I at least have better taste in men and I am not an imitation of who Adam really wants.

Eve: Lucifer chose you over Adam, I have to question his tastes. I know Adam loves Lucifer and if the world had been fair to Adam, Lucifer would have loved him the same way. But I know that Adam loves me the same way as he loves Lucifer and anyone who is loved by Adam is a very lucky person. I feel sorry for Lucifer when all he has is you when he could have had so much better.

*Lilith just spat at Adam and disappeared, Eve ran to Adam and held him in a way that wouldn’t cause him more pain*

Adam: Eve please know that I love you so much.

*it hurt Adam to speak, but he had to say it*

Eve: Don’t speak, I know how much you love me. Someone please come help Adam, I can’t lose him.

*to the surprise of the couple, one of the Archangels, Raphael, who was a healer came to heal Adam’s wounds, Adam thought that he would have been abandoned by God and the other angels like how Lucifer abandoned him, as he was being healed he wondered if Lucifer told Lilith to steal his babies with Eve because they couldn’t have their own and if Lilith had truly poisoned his first love against him*

#angst #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam #human adam #eve #hazbin hotel eve #adam/eve #mentions adam/lucifer #lilith #lilith morningstar #hurt/comfort #cain #hazbin hotel cain #abel #hazbin hotel abel #baby cain and abel

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 7 months

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Oh we are so BACK

When I tell you I saw this and died. HELLO?????

I keep hiding my face lahshjsdhjgfsaf HE HAS NO RIGHT. NO RIGHT AT ALL BEING THAT SEXILY INTENSE AAAAAAAAAAA

Anyway, I should probably try to make some attempt at describing the event since. If I don't I'll just be barking/crying/hiding my face for the next twelve hours.

Basically--and I'm not sure this is going to be across the board, but it held true for Napoleon and Sebastian at least--each suitor has a birthday event this year instead of a separate story. Comte's won't be released until tomorrow, but they have posted a preview.

From what I gather, he talks a little bit about himself and reveals parts of his past that haven't come to light in the game yet. There wasn't really enough to convey a coherent narrative beyond attending a party, but the line displayed here does get across the larger theme:

Comte: (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.)

He talks about how the aristocracy have thrown parties and extravagant celebrations for his birthday for most of his life. But none of it has ever really made him happy, largely because he knows that they are attempts to strengthen and broadcast power relations within high society. While I don't think he means it's entirely devoid of well wishes, I do think he sees it as a nexus of influence--and thus, by nature, impersonal. And honestly, I don't think he's wrong about that; the higher the echelon in social standing, the more it requires performance to maintain the position.

That being said, there is a fascinating flashback where he remembers a pureblood telling him about how falling in love with a human is an experience of another caliber entirely. My understanding is that Comte was still a fairly young vampire at the time, so he didn't really understand what the person was getting at. It seems like the other pureblood was trying to convey the difference in feeling, perhaps the fact that humans are more grounded in accordance with how they live--the reality and necessity of change.

After reading this--and the recent 5th bday story--I can absolutely see how change is something Comte has a complicated relationship with. He's known a certain way of life for so long, has constructed a sensibility of distant, rational maturity. After all the heartbreak of his youth, and two very acute traumatic events in his life, I can see why he'd be so afraid of broaching any kind of proximity with another person. Because on some level it's so much easier not to put your feelings on the line, to never have to fear devastating loss. And that's to say nothing of the worry of being unable to measure up on behalf of another person, of letting them down.

I'm so excited to see the rest of the contents, but something about the preview made me equal parts giddy and enamored (all I do is kick my feet with excitement LOL). I think what gets to me with Comte is that he truly does love companionship as a place to rest, a place where he can be honest about himself and his feelings without fear of ridicule (and the same goes for MC). In a world increasingly obsessed with surface level performances of power, status, and emotion, it's hard not to feel his exhaustion to the core.

Also, because these lines at the end more or less destroyed me in the best possible way:

MC: ...The you who had nowhere to belong no longer exists. In much the same way...Abel, I belong to you. Comte: ... Comte: I wish I could say to myself all those years ago, the me who kept indulging in such paltry things. Comte: Until you meet MC, you will never know love... The warmth of MC in my arms filled me with such joy I was near tears. (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.) The moment my lips found hers, the sweetness lit a fire deep in my body. Comte: These cute lips that melt against mine, the heat of your skin, the love that envelops me in your embrace--always leaves me so deeply in love with you.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp spoilers #LETS GO ABEL UNPACKING ALL THOSE COPING MECHANISMS #**pats the couch next to me** CONFIDE IN ME #but in all seriousness i really do love how raw his relief and happiness feels #to have spent all of those years trying to subsist on emotional crumbs and numbing himself #and mc is so real for just gathering him in her arms and holding him tight QUEEN MOOD!!!!#i really really really love that general recurrence in his stories too #of how he always feels so isolated and out of place even when he's surrounded by people #yet all it takes is mc saying 'you belong to me--just as I belong to you. you're never truly alone :>'#to make him both overjoyed but also unhinged with so much love for her--to feel alive #also man........MAN.....#him looking back at who he used to be vs who he is now #im so caught between memeing like 'you know what that is? growth!'#but also lowkey weeping from the fact that he feels loved enough to look back and fully admit it wasn't quite happiness #that he was just surviving the only way he knew how--not really living #ABEL THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME #CMERE LOVER BOY #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus #literally october was always my favorite month but its even better now that it just becomes a comte-loving festival for me #truly all the joys of monsterfking all tg

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povofjustme · 10 months

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CAOS

Reader Coming Home Drunk

Fluff

Ambrose S x Prudence B x FemReader

If you are a Moral

Going to your first party

Will your first party you would be drinking at.

Being the DDR to your friends, let’s simply say

Ambrose and Prudence have been busy with dark lord shit and you have been alone, A lot

You told one of your best friends from school and she had you come to a party and drink the feeling away

And you did just that. You had told your mom that you was stay at friends houses. But the drinking made you miss them even more.

That night Ambrose and Prudence wanted to surprise you and come spend some time with you. They called but you didn’t hear your phone due to the music

You had to use the bathroom. You drank more than you than you could that night. Your friend followed you. Right then and there is when you see all the missed calls and texts from both

You felt bad but your emotions were everywhere. You saw Ambrose caller ID popes up and you handed the phone to your friend

At the same time you where feeling asleep, slowly sliding down to the cold bathroom floor

We have been looking for you, where have you been? -Ambrose

Hi Ambrose, this is her friend. I believe she to drunk to talk on the phone right now -BFF

Is she okay? - Prudence

Yes, I think you should come get her. I would take her home but she been calling for you two all night. -BFF

Ambrose told her on the phone to send the address and wait with me outside.

Not even 7 minutes late. Prudence and Ambrose show up at the front of the house party. Prudence was driving, and hadn’t stopped, Ambrose hopped out of the car to get to you.

You were falling in and out of consciousness. You see Ambrose running to you.

Ambrose, what are you doing here- you

Your words were all over the place but he was Abel to understand

Let’s go little one. Thank you so much- Ambrose

Anything for her - BFF

Ambrose somehow got you into the car. Putting you in the back sit. In the car ride the were talking but not making out what they were saying.

Now back to the Spellman house, they were having a hard time getting you out of the car without you trying to throw up. Prudence was saying teleport you to his room but you yelling about how it was gonna make you nauseous

We can’t have you sleeping in this car -Prudence

What will make it easier for you? -Ambrose

Carry me, please- You

So they did just that, you were to cute to say no to. Ambrose had to bring your arm around your neck. Your head in his shoulder, and lefted your legs around his waste.

You were holding on to him like a koala. Prudence was right behind him. Taking her finger to your face, moving your hair out the face.

They finally got you to his room. In his mattress, you got yourself off of him. Now walking in your own , you took every single clothing off. Leaving you with your shirt and underwear.

Can someone help me take off my makeup please- you

How could ever say no to that face - prudence

Ambrose got prudence some water, face wash and a towel. Prudence had Ambrose sit you in between his legs so you wouldn’t fall over

She grabbed your face softly and started taking off your makeup. She ended up doing your whole night routine. She knew if you wake up in the morning and be upset that you skipped it

You started crying at the little thing that they were doing the whole night

Why are you crying? Is there something wrong- prudence

She stopped what she was doing to help out with your mixed emotions

Nothing wrong- you

You would be crying if something wasn’t wrong- Ambrose

You landed your head back onto his shoulder

It’s just, you two are too good for me- you

Baby, there is no need to cry. We love you, and deserve everything in this world - Ambrose

Prudence finish with your routine while wiping the tears away from your face. They tried to help you back up but to told them you had it.

I waking up to the bed, pulling up the bed sheets and going under. Walking into his room. You she they were gone, but you could hear talking coming from downstairs.

Putting on pj pants and walking down. You see that it was only Ambrose, Prudence and Hilda. Hilda was cooking breakfast, while the two was sitting at the left end of the table

Walking to the table, said good morning to Hilda, and sat at the right end of the table. Putting your head down on the cold table.

I know you had a Long night, so here. It will help with that headache of your- Hilda

You are a lifesaver, Hilda, Thank you so much- you

Hilda handing you a morning after drunk to get rid of the headache but saying her goodbye to head up to work

Looks like you joyed yourself last night- Prudence

I don’t even wanna talk about it Pru- you

#poc #black reader #ambrose spellman #caos imagines #prudence blackwood image #prudence x female reader #ambrose spellman x reader

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skyloftian-nutcase · 7 months

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It had been two weeks since it was all over. They’d spent the majority of their time in Kakariko Village. Impa had been gentle and fastidious in her care of the princess, and Link felt a little out of place at the sight of it – the two remembered each other, remembered everything of the past. Impa could tell Zelda of what had happened since, and Zelda could be nostalgic with Impa. Link could really offer neither, he supposed, though he’d seen more of Hyrule nowadays than Impa had.

Despite all of this, though, both Link and Zelda struggled. Link spent his spare time sparring or traveling the area, resting in Hateno, helping the villagers in both places. Zelda just… rested. After two weeks, even Impa was showing signs of uncertainty and worry. Link didn’t know what to do.

The swordsman sighed as he kicked a pebble into a pond, watching a frog hop away. He had so little understanding of the past, he felt useless to help. But at the same time, he just felt useless, period. His entire purpose and life mission when he’d woken up, the main goal he’d built his entire identity around, was over. Zelda spent a hundred years holding the Calamity at bay and now it was over.

It was over.

And they were both left with… they didn’t even know.

Maybe that was the issue, then. Neither knew what to do now. Neither knew how to move forward after they’d spent so long being stuck in the past.

Well, Link wasn’t quite stuck in the past. He couldn’t remember it. Maybe that was why it still seemed to hold him hostage. Either way, the wounds of the Calamity were everywhere, whether it was remembered or not.

Link stared at his reflection in the water. Now what?

He sighed, falling into a seated position in front of the pond. The frog from earlier landed on a lily pad. He watched it aimlessly, mind restless and heart hurting. As he watched it, the world seemed to fade around him, his body growing light, and he recognized the feeling, the sensation, and his eyes widened a hair – he… hadn’t had new memories trying to resurface since the Calamity had been defeated.

Link took a small, shaky breath, letting his mind go where it wanted to, drifting into the past.

He’s home. The lighting is a little dim since it’s raining. There are sniffles by the stairway, and he feels the need to go to them, but whispers to his left catch his attention.

“Til, this is ridiculous. A funeral for a frog? Really?”

“Honey, she loved that frog!”

“She saw it for maybe a few weeks, didn’t she?”

“Yes, and she loved it! She even named it.”

His father sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re proposing we hold a funeral. For a frog that lived by the pond for a few weeks. Because Lyra is upset that it died.”

“That’s exactly what I’m proposing,” his mother replies.

“Til, everything dies, if we held a funeral for every single thing we’d be mourning our entire lives.”

“This isn’t about mourning, Abel,” his mother argues. “It’s about learning to close a chapter of your life and move forward. She’s young, this is a good way for her to learn this.”

His father watches her skeptically and then sighs again. “Very well.”

His mother smiles and nods, heading towards the stairs and kneeling, blocking someone from view as she speaks softly. His father approaches him, and he stands a little straighter, eyes watching him with unspoken curiosity.

“Well,” his father huffs. “I suppose we should put on our formal attire for this, seeing as it’s an important affair.”

He catches himself midway into smiling, unsure if this is an actual joke or a grumble, but the wink he gets from his father make shim relax. He nods and the pair go their separate ways, and the world fades and spins dizzyingly for a moment before he finds himself standing outside. He and his father are dressed in colorful regalia, a hat keeping his head warm in the damp air. His mother is wearing dark, somber clothes, and he sees a little girl—his sister—holding a candle in front of the pond. He can’t hear the words being spoken, or even tell if there are words being spoken, but somehow, he feels… at peace.

Link gasped, startled as he opened his eyes, cheeks chilled by tear tracks that had half dried. For a moment he just sat there, processing what he’d just seen. That was—he’d seen his—

He shook his head. Somehow… that felt…

He glanced up at the sky and looked beyond it, his heart racing, and he struggled to catch his breath before looking back down at the pond.

Grief over a family he didn’t know anymore welled up inside him, but the lesson they’d taught him burned even more. He rose, taking a steadying breath, clenching his fists and closing his eyes as the tears fell.

He knew what they needed to do.

The next day, Link and Zelda stood at Fort Hateno, flowers in the princess’ hands, Link dressed in his freshly cleaned champion garb. The pair looked out over the field and all its wreckage.

Zelda took a shaky breath, and stepped forward, as if she were getting ready to address a crowd of people, as if the dead were all standing there waiting. Link felt as if they were, he felt the gravity of the situation sitting heavily on his shoulders.

At the same time, though, he felt… good. This felt right. And he…

The images of his memory came unbidden, of faces he barely knew in his mind but knew in his heart.

They’d lost so many.

“Calamity Ganon… is gone,” Zelda said, her voice thick but growing stronger. “The plague that destroyed our land is no more. So you… you all can rest. We thank you for your sacrifices, we mourn you for your loss, we beg for forgiveness that it… that it took this long.”

Link stepped forward, his shoulder brushing hers. When she glanced at him, he offered a smile. No more regrets, Zelda. This isn’t about that.

Zelda seemed to read that in his expression, and she nodded, closing her eyes.

“It’s over,” she whispered, kneeling and placing flowers by a stone they’d found and decided to use for the occasion. “It’s over.”

And for the first time in two weeks, Zelda cried. And for the first time in his living memory, Link cried.

And as the sun set and their tears dried, they smiled, and moved on together.

#the frog's name was Mr. Froggums by the way #writing #I was TRYING to write fluff and this popped in my head and I had to write it #there's comfort in it ok? I don't know why I can't write pure fluff right now ugh #well it's not fluffvember material but November is the month of the dead anyway so it still works lol #ANYWAY please enjoy :)#Abel and Til are teaching their kid even a hundred years later and it hurts my heart but also warms my heart and--#ajfiejowgklsjfkojewlanvh #breath of the wild #breath of the wild link #botw link #breath of the wild zelda #botw zelda #abel #tilieth #legend of zelda #I should post this to AO3 too but it isn't that long... meh whatever #anybody got a title suggestion #how about Mr. Froggums

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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Heyyy love!

I loved the Benjamin Pavard Imagine you wrote so much omg <333

And while I was reading it, I thought of slow dancing with Benjamin? Could you write that? <33

“benji, do we really have to do this now.“ you whine out.

getting dragged out of your warm bed in the middle of the night wasn’t really something anyone enjoyed. all of this because you once told your boyfriend that french men were usually known for being romantic, him not really fitting into that stereotype.

you thought it was funny when pointing it out, you just wanted to mess with him a little, already loving him the way he was, but apparently he took it quite seriously.

“of course, mon ange, this is the perfect time, fais-moi confiance.” he looks back at you, smiling, his cheeks rosy from the cold, making him look ethereal, while also squeezing your hand a bit, as he continues to drag you out of your house, after forcing you to wear a coat and scarf, so you wouldn’t freeze.

you didn’t know why he was up at that time, but as soon as his eyes saw the white scenery outside, he decided to wake you up to, his words, ‘make you fall even more in love with him’, as if that would be even possible.

“the snow won’t be gone by the morning, love” you sigh, coming to a halt, now standing infront of him and looking up, his eyes already looking at yours.

“well, we can’t do this in the morning, can we?” suddenly he pulls you flush against his broad chest, one hand resting on your hips and the other holding yours.

understanding his intentions, you put your other hand on his shoulder, slowly swinging from side to side with him. the love sick grin not leaving either of your guy’s lips.

laughing breathlessly, a small fog cloud forming, you shake your head, eyes never leaving his, scared that this was a dream and he would disappear if you looked away.

“yeah, we couldn’t have done this.” you agree.

he looked so good, streetlights shining down on him, giving him an almost angel-like appeal, all while you continued to swing from side to side, him squeezing your hands three times.

your silent code for ‘i love you more than words could ever explain.’

he did that quite a lot.

but you had to give him the point, he truly did make you fall even harder in love than you could’ve ever imagined.

so, while the comfortable silence spread out even more you, too, squeezed his hands three times.

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abel makes me feel things that i did not know were able to be felt.

#benjamin pavard x reader #benjamin pavard x you #benjamin pavard #football x reader #football one shot #football #football imagine #benjamin pavard fluff #fluff

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entropic-saudade · 1 year

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Also can we just talk about The Implications from when Jack says “I wanted mankind to make their own fate. No interference from anywhere, no exceptions”?

Without interference, Sam’s world could’ve been destroyed too. Even if Sam and the other living hunters would’ve copped onto the danger eventually, because the Akrida needed to be killed by something not from earth, then their chances would’ve been slim (of course, they could’ve gone to Purgatory or Hell or used the HunterCorp versions or Apocalypse versions of the people that may have still been down there —unless Jack put them back — in order to find a suitable weapon, so it’s possible they had a better chance of not getting destroyed compared to other worlds). We know this, bc Dean says it next as his reasoning for meddling.

That fact is why Dean and Baby were vital, even when the core four did most of the work throughout the season to make their own fate after Dean set the ball rolling in The Winchesters. Dean needed to interfere in order to save all the worlds.

And in doing so, isn’t Dean making his own fate?

Or do you only get to make your own fate if you’re alive? (In which case, Heaven isn’t quite as free as it claims to be).

Are you only considered part of mankind if you’re alive? (Ouch. The person who throughout the show, at least to Cas, has been humanity’s representative (“He’s in love… with humanity,” “I loved everyone because of you”) and one of its saviors is no longer considered to be part of that?)

Thinking outside of “Chuck won”/“Jack is corrupted by Chuck/god power” theories, it’s possible that since Jack is still pretty much a kid (he still can’t tie his shoes 😭) he just doesn’t understand the nuances or full implications of the rules he’s trying to implement. He doesn’t understand that without Dean’s interference those worlds— even a world with people he cares about on it— may have been lost. He doesn’t understand that not doing anything to save those worlds is a bad thing (abstaining from action is not a neutral choice, it aligns one with the oppressor (in this case, the Akrida, and thus Chuck) in situations where one otherwise has the power to help). He’s trying so hard to maintain peace and order, to not repeat the mistakes of his grandfather and father, that he’s tragically still missing the point. It’s a lot of responsibility and power, and the only existing guidebook on how to wield it is basically trash so he’s having to make stuff up as he goes too. Which is terrifying and stressful and things would work so much better if people just stayed in the lines he’s drawing.

A large part of early SPN was focused on how God (and by nature, all gods, fathers, & makers) seemingly left. No prayers answered, no signs, just radio silence. His absence was the impetus for a lot of major events— the angels gunning to get the apocalypse started and over with bc they wanted some peace too; the angel civil war after they averted the apocalypse and Cas subsequently swallowing Purgatory for power, going mad, and unleashing the leviathan; Cas inadvertently causing the angels to fall in the struggle for power after Naomi and Metatron’s manipulations, Metatron making himself God, the factions that arose from fallen angels; Amara being released and yelling to be heard. God being absent, and being seemingly hands-off, didn’t work.

[For now I’m not even going to dissect how Chuck claims he left because ‘helicopter parenting’ didn’t work, and that him leaving was okay because humanity made it— because it had Sam and Dean. But then we see him later (and in actuality throughout the show) just trying to repeat the same narrative patterns he already wrote— Isaac and Abraham, Cain and Abel, etc for the sake of the story when it’s revealed he does interfere]

The late seasons posit that in actuality the issue was that God interfered too much, both by writing the overall narrative and with all the times he interfered (writing himself in as Chuck, resurrecting TFW countless times, anything he did to make a good story— and specifically, with his actions toward the end— killing Jack, raising Hell, snapping everyone away and trying to make his ending happen).

Jack only knows or has only experienced the latter— with the exception of Cas not being there after he was born and his short-lived experience of being separated from a father figure in that way, he hasn’t had to experience what Cas, Sam, Dean, humanity and the angels experienced for centuries. [This to me would’ve made leaving the deleted scene from 15x19 where Jack prays to Cas but gets no answer more poignant if they left it in— Jack knows what praying to no one feels like, what that pain and confusion is like]. Especially since Jack was just able to wake Cas up from the Empty anyway, and evidently pull him back out unseen in the finale, compared to everyone else he hasn’t had to experience the early seasons absent god/father struggles. He doesn’t understand that interference from on high isn’t always a bad thing in terms of where it gets humanity; the issue was that Chuck did it as entertainment, toyed with them and forced them through all this for a story. The solution then, is to just try to get Jack to understand the nuance and help with the rules and reign (which we see here a little bit, when both Dean and Bobby explain why Dean interfered and Bobby vouches for him, so Jack allows it, giving him the Colt. He still wants to put Dean back in the Heaven box but again, he’s just trying to hold things to gather and it would be a lot easier if everyone would stay where they were put).

But it shouldn’t be solely up to Jack to bear that weight.

Over and over the show has shown us that any single person trying to dictate how Heaven should be run or trying to fill that space — be it Chuck himself, or a well-meaning Cas, or Raphael, or Naomi, or Metatron, or Lucifer— doesn’t work. Over and over the show has shown us that what does work is when people work as a team— team free will, both versions; any time they rally all their allies to unite against a force bigger than they are; every version of found family on the show. Every time a hunter helps another. (Something The Winchesters emphasizes too.) Any time they win — whether it be finally killing Azazel, stopping the apocalypse, stopping the leviathan, or Amara, etc— although it’s usually one of the boys that does the final act, they never get there on their own. It always takes the help and teamwork from friends and foes alike to get there.

Although Amara wasn’t always great (blame her early attitude on Chuck), she brought up a good point about how ruling should have been about balance— not a single point of view or dictatorial narrative, but at the least two of them, working in tandem. Although Chuck absorbed Amara and Jack took in Amara when he took Chuck’s power, this balance still isn’t something we necessarily got to see onscreen in either show. It would be nice to see Amara out and let her help, along with getting visual confirmation that Cas is there and helping too, and it’s not just Jack.

If you do look at the situation from a ‘Chuck won/corruption’ theory, however, then the implications are far more sinister— Jack doesn’t want Dean or anyone interfering, meaning those worlds including Sam’s would’ve been destroyed. Interfere, and risk getting cast out of Heaven— and away from where you got the chance to meddle in the first place. He’s choosing to not interfere because on the surface it makes him look like a better, changed God, but I reiterate: abstaining from action is not a neutral choice, and in a situation where he literally has the power to do otherwise, it aligns him with the villain— the Akrida, and thus Chuck. So nothing has really changed, underneath. Mankind makes their own fate but only within limited parameters set up by Chuck, making it a rigged game. It’s a no-win scenario. Dean has to go back to the box of Heaven, where despite his family being down the road from him he still feels driven to seek out a universe where his family had a shot at a happy ending. Dean is made to go back to where Carry On was playing, where he no longer gets to pick the music. (In. What. World. Would Dean pick that cover of Wayward Son. 💀)

Either way, whether Jack is actively corrupted by Chuck, or if he just doesn’t really fully understand what he’s doing, Jack needs a little help in running Heaven and the multiverse. Dean should be allowed to be part of that help. We should get to see Cas be part of that help. We should get to see Jack change a little more, to have more nuanced understanding and flexibility.

And we should get to see that more in Season 2 if the show is renewed.

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My Good Omens Season 3 fan project

I spent most of my day fleshing out "my 3rd season of good omens" and I have to say I'm pretty damn proud of it. It's structured in 6 episodes and all.

I don't know if I'll have the time and patience to type everything. I wrote it on a notebook. I'd actually prefer to make a podcast or maybe a video narrating everything, but I guess people prefer to go to AO3 or something like that...

Some "spoilers" of my headcanon:

* hilarious scene of Crowley doing confession in a cathedral in Oxford to get a chance to talk to the priest (Crowley wears a full body raincoat and extra padded boots).

* Aziraphale starts the story overseeing the 7 angels practice playing their trumpets (they need to be ready for when the 7th seal is broken) as part of the insufferably useless corporate routine the metatron imposed on him. Another one is supervising incense production. Lots of incence in the book of revelation.

* there's a crown court hearing/ trial taking place at Oxford (that's a real thing and real name, I didn't make it up) that moves the plot forward. There are 12 jurors as a reference to the 12 apostles (that's the real number of jurors for these cases). The trial at Oxford triggers flashbacks to Crowley's trial. Back in Crowley's trial, Aziraphale tries to testify in his favor but the heads of Heaven, especially the metatron, subvert everything he says to make Crowley (Starmaker back then) look guilty. An angel - none other than Pre-Fall Dagon - comes in as accusation witness, Crowley says hey, you rebelled too! And dagon says they were a special spy infiltrated under superior orders and all their actions will be pardoned in exchange for them testifying. Dagon's testimony seals Crowley's destiny, and later, once all the rebels have been sentenced, Heaven sentences Dagon to hell anyway claiming the deal was invalid because of some ridiculous technicality. Season 1 was a chase story, season 2 was a mystery story, season 3 is a trial story (not exclusively, of course, but it's important. The whole theme of the second coming is Christ judging everyone, one by one. There's no escaping the "judgement" theme here) (I'm a lawyer so I'm pretty confident to approach this theme).

* did you know that Milton Keynes was designated as a new town in 1967? Do you know what else happened in 1967 in season 1? And do you know that both Crowley and Aziraphale took credit for Milton Keynes to their respective head offices, in the book? Put 2+2 together and we get an amazing flashback including Aziraphale and Crowley's first ever dinner at the Ritz! (for reasons I already explained in another post, no, they don't kiss before the s2 scene, so hold your horses).

* possibly a flashback of Aziraphale and Crowley during the wars of religion in Wales that serves to showcase some of their conversations trying to understand Christ's message and why humans misanderstand him so much. It's included for a number of reasons: we need to have something in Wales for Michael Sheen (now that David Tennant got to do his Scottish accent!) plus they really should talk about how ironic and tragic it is that so many people have killed each other over religious differences concerning Christ's message of peace and love among all persons and all peoples. Including the commandment of not killing each other. Seems to have gone right past people somehow. (this flashback also helps to give us some lighthearted Aziracrow early on, because Aziraphale and Crowley only really hit it off again by the end of episode 3 and only really get back together in episode 4).

* a new human character named Abel J. Ryuss has an important role as well. His full name is Abel James Ryuss. We get some 4 ou 5 new human characters that are important to the plot.

* Crowley kind of calls attention on a new human prophet and "outs" him as a prophet by accident and the dude ends up becoming a famous influencer - aka the modern equivalent of a prophet.

* the story begins with 4 out of 7 of the apocalypse seals already broken (aka the 4 riders of the apocalypse). When the 5th seal breaks, the dead arise. When the 6th seal breaks, in episode 5, Gabriel and Beelzebub return. But they're foreshadowed in episode 4 by the appearance of a blue bird with a fly flying around it in a tree in the background.

* the trio of angels: Michael, Uriel and Saraquiel each makes very different choices and have very different endings. One is irrelevant, one is killed and one ends up as the supreme archangel.

* heaven has at least 3 different factions with different agendas working to their own ends simultaneously. Hell has 2.

* catastrophical destruction followed by huge battle.

* In the end Gabriel and Beelzebub become consultants.

* careful with those to claim to speak for God.

* a marriage at south downs - and it's not Crowley and Aziraphale's! It's another couple we love. Aziraphale and Crowley needed a reason to go to south downs in the first place. Then they can take a walk and stumble upon a lovely cottage that just happens to be for sale.

#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable dumbasses #good omens thoughts #good omens spoilers #azicrow #good omens headcanon #good omens season 3 headcanon #good omens 3 #HEADCANON

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maisiestyle · 2 years

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They're still Mad.

Look at this clown:

Imagine being this obsessed and bitter. Having read the history of the kind of characters GRRM writes... I can't imagine him being as dumb & simplistic as these haters.

Arya's narrative is more than some petty ass love story or beauty competition. But cateyhightowaaa reduces her own fave to those cliches and you wonder why most people think their distorted version of Sansa is so mid.

GRRM writes about a lot of different tomboy/unconventional female characters who grow up, embrace who they are, fall in love, gain or loss power and were all forced to confront whatever situation the world threw at them. Arya will end the story as old or possibly older than Lyanna Stark so a lot can happen in the coming years/books. If you think Arya will remain stagnant, experience no growth in the opinions she held at 9 or 10 years old - you're completely out of touch and clownish.

Lyanna was the Helen of Troy type, despite being a sword wielding, outspoken, rule-breaking tomboy.

"The crowning of the Stark girl, who was by all reports a wild and boyish young thing with none of the Princess Elia's delicate beauty, could only have been meant to win the allegiance of Winterfell to Prince Rhaegar's cause".

One of her rivals, the conventionally beautiful Cersei (who used to dress up as a boy when she was a young & envied the privilege being male gave others) the same Cersei who drew pictures of herself & Rhaegar riding a dragon only for him to run away with the boyish fierce unladylike Stark girl. Poetic.

The same Arya from book 1 wouldn't care about being graceful and understanding the power of a sweet smile. Yet there she is Mercy, revelling in her own growth. So far, Arya has had only 1 positive female figure in her life (besides the females she idolised in the songs & and stories) and that was Lady Ravella born from House Swann. She washed and put Arya in a dress, told her she was pretty and to always be brave. In TWOW, I think she'll get another positive female figure in the Black Pearl courtesan, a targaryen descendant - the most famous courtesan who seems to feature a lot in Arya's current Braavos chapters. In Mercy, Arya transforms into one of those pretty giggling girls. Which again… is not something old Arya would ever waste her time with.

Arya's story doesn't revolve around Sansa despite how much her haters want it to be. But they're threatened by Arya's potential. Imagine this lonely little girl across the narrow sea has absolutely no idea she is "Lady of Winterfell" and that Northmen are marching to war to save "Ned Stark's precious little girl."

Jon Snow freeing 4,000 wildlings to save "Arya Stark". He even sends a King Beyond the Wall to steal Arya for him. GRRM even has Mance take on the alias of "Abel" an anagram of "Bael" the Bard to do the deed.

Why can't haters stay in their own very limited lane? Your bitterness has you seething, knowing Arya is GRRM's favourite female character and will play a key role in the story ahead.

Stay mad. We get why.

#arya stark #sansa stark #asoiaf #asoif/got #game of thrones #grrmartin #anti sansa stans #house of the dragon

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choose violence! 2, 8, (is there any specific one you're really hoping for the chance to grumble about)?

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

I'll answer a variation on this one. I might be more compelled by sub!Hannibal if he actually behaved the way he does when restrained or overpowered or captive in canon, i.e. continuing to be cool and collected and trying to influence the situation to his advantage, rather than turning into a puddle of goo. And if it were Will tying him up and hurting him? Someone he loves and knows can't bring himself to really hurt him and someone whose aggressive side he's been trying to tease out since day one? He'd be DELIGHTED. He'd be UNBEARABLY smug. He wouldn't be able to resist egging Will on and asking him if it felt good to torture him and have him at his mercy. He is immune to subspace.

Which is to say I think he can bottom in stuff like rope or painplay (I think he actively enjoys a good invigorating beating) but he can't submit to save his life.

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

You've seen me talk about this in your vicinity before, I think, but the idea of Will as being ~so jealous and possessive~ towards Hannibal, and this being a primary element in how he relates to Hannibal.

Yeah, you can pinpoint contexts in which that arguably bubbles up, particularly with Bedelia, but she's also a person he's got plenty of other moral reasons to dislike - it's not as if jealousy is the sum total of why he hates her. And most of the other attributions of his behaviour around/about Hannibal to "jealousy" are nonsense imo.

But what really drives me up the wall is that Will is somehow equally jealous/possessive to Hannibal, or even more so! Or that this somehow makes him "just as bad as" or worse than Hannibal! i.e. "people think Hannibal is the jealous one, but it's actually Will"/"ok, but Will is jealous too!"/"Hannibal might be evil but Will is ~jealous~ so it balances out" and whatnot.

Yeah sorry but I think the guy who engineers a situation in which Will's unborn child gets aborted, stabs Will and then kills someone Will cares about right in front of him as punishment for Will betraying him (and for valuing getting justice for the previous-presumed-dead person Hannibal kills more than he values going with Hannibal), AND tries to have the family that Will formed without him killed... might be a little bit possessive towards Will! That's not actually a wild and crazy extrapolation! And those actions are unequivocally worse than Will being bitchy with Bedelia in season 3.

(Yeah, there's the leg post-fall, which could be said to be an escalation of Will's antagonism towards her. But that comes after the events of canon and doesn't represent a tendency Will displays throughout the show. And furthermore, while it's reasonable to assume Will is an active participant in that, I'm pretty convinced that going after Bedelia was Hannibal's idea - there are a lot of hints dropped in 3A that Hannibal's been planning to eat her Abel Gideon-style for a long time. I might make a post about that later.)

A lot of this stems from people wanting to avoid interpreting the characters through very narrow archetypal lenses. And to some degree, that's understandable, because neither Will not Hannibal is just one thing, and they both defy categorization in a lot of ways. But sometimes people resist common character tropes a bit too extensively, in ways that also ignore canon characterization. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes the serial killer dude who displays a complete lack of regard for others' boundaries over the course of the show is jealous and possessive. It happens.

Furthermore, I think that Hannibal's possessive behaviour is extremely sexy of him and a major part of the appeal of his character, to me. It's a gothic romance! We do not need it to be egalitarian.

[free space]

This is also relating to Will, but something that's been getting my goat frequently is the idea that because Will has a penchant for manipulation (which, yeah, he does), everything he says and any emotion or vulnerability or inner conflict he shows must be a lie. As I argued in this post (and touched on it here too), Will doesn't like being perceived as weak, and with very few exceptions, his active manipulations are about playing up his confidence and certainty. (The deleted scene from season 2 where he plots with Mason Verger is a good example of this - the sort of faux-joviality and barely masked contempt of his affect are a pretty clear indication of how he performs). And while he's often unforthcoming about his own motives, like when he talks to Pazzi and says "you don't know whose side I'm on", he doesn't usually show the inner conflict turmoil he's actually feeling.

All of that is to say - when Will does outwardly express fear or uncertainty, he usually means it! I've seen a lot of takes that downplay the degree to which he's conflicted about Hannibal, especially in 3B - like, the idea that he was "manipulating" Bedelia in their therapy sessions and wasn't actually unsure at all as to whether Hannibal was in love with him (which... manipulating her to what end??? he doesn't need anything from her other than therapy at that point. he hates her! why would he subject himself to her company if not for the simple reason that she might be the only person on Earth who has any capacity to possibly understand what he went through with Hannibal?) Or that he wasn't actually conflicted about getting involved with criminal investigation again (and by extension, seeing Hannibal again) at the beginning of 3B, and he was just "manipulating Jack" (again, why??? Why not just readily agree to Jack's request, and claim he's invested in saving lives, if he really is super murder happy at that point and wants to hide that? And if he was truly so uncomplicatedly eager to see Hannibal again, then... why didn't he just visit him? Why wait until another murderer needed to be caught?)

Those are just a few examples of that sort of thing, and they stick in my mind because season 3B is just more interesting to me if Will was sincere about wanting to break free of Hannibal at the end of Digestivo, got pulled back into Hannibal's world in a way he couldn't bring himself to say no to, and seeing him against brought up long-denied personal feelings and inner urges. But it does crop up in plenty of other contexts too, and it just seems like such a flattening take on his character. Will being constantly torn in two and at war with himself and his own impulses is such a fundamental element of his character! What's the point of even having a story if he doesn't feel at all conflicted about Hannibal and his own darker side?

#the rest is under a cut and got long #menciemeer #my meta #hannibal talk #will graham #hannibal lecter #awkwardly memes #replies #also do NOT try to tell me that 'bottom' is not a kink term. you are simply incorrect

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final thoughts on the ilw finale: lincoln edition (ch 23 spoilers below) @itlivesproject

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Put some respect on his newly issued government name y’all- it’s time to get into the magnificent, the wonderful, the man touched by the Power himself- ✨Lincoln Aquino✨

Having Lincoln be my final deep dive puts him in a unique position. By now, I’ve shared my thoughts on each ending Rowan can have with their LI (Blood/Mixed/Shadow). My fear is that if I were to do the same format with Linc, I’d run the risk of sounding redundant. The solution? I’m taking Ro out of the equation- just for a little while- so I can focus on Lincoln’s story.

Having a connection/trauma related to the Power is not unique to Lincoln’s character. However, apart from Rowan, his ties to it are the strongest.

Childhood trauma is a bitch. And so is Matthias

For Lincoln, the Power is isolating. What was supposed to bring him and his father closer together only drives a wedge between them. His abilities separated him from a ‘normal’ lifestyle. It’s not explicitly shown, but I’d imagine Lincoln constantly needing to come up with excuses as to why he’d miss so much school as a child. “I was out sick” is much easier to digest than “I was rendered unconscious from yet another ritual my dad made me perform in the woods.” His struggles were ones that he couldn’t necessarily go out and seek help for. Not even from his closest friend, Abel.

Abel: And now I’m just finding out you’ve had powers this whole time? But I guess it’s no big deal for you, just another secret to add to the pile.

While it is minor, this line hints at a distance between Abel and Lincoln that has been present for years- far before their falling out after their senior prank. I’d like to think that Lincoln chose to keep Abel out of the loop to maintain something pure in his life. But hiding something of that magnitude from his best friend couldn’t have been easy. My point is that from a very early age, Lincoln had to learn to cope with his connection to the Power on his own. At 19, after his mother’s death, he leaves the McQuoid household entirely. Isolation had turned into Lincoln’s greatest weapon. One he wielded against the harsh world around him.

Rowan: You don’t have to be alone all the time, you know. It is okay to let people in and have friends. Relationships.

Lincoln: Maybe.

Rowan: Maybe? Why maybe?

Lincoln: Because the people you love today will end up breaking you tomorrow. It’s better to avoid it all in the first place than to set yourself up to fail.

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Lincoln: I... shouldn’t have kissed you.

Rowan: Why not?

Lincoln: Because, Rowan, you deserve so much more than me. I’m a screw up at the best of times, and you... you’re special. You shouldn’t have to put up with that, and I don’t expect you to.

After consistently being told his wants/needs don’t matter, Lincoln starts to believe it himself. Being alone meant that no one could hurt him. He’d never have to disappoint anyone for not being enough again. That way of life kept him safe from pain he was all too familiar with. Then came Rowan.

It is both wonderful and terrifying for Lincoln to cross paths with someone like them. Someone so similar. Someone that gets him to do the one thing he hasn’t done in years: open up. Initially, it’s Rowan’s connection to the Power that loosens Lincoln’s tongue. He reveals more about himself to Ro, who he’s known for less than a day, than he has in years with anyone else. There is a certain ease one feels when sharing things with others who truly understand; a relief of finally being seen and heard by someone else. Bit by bit, Lincoln’s defenses crumble the closer he gets to Rowan. Their affections are understandably met with his resistance. But eventually, he lets them into his heart completely. And what that does goes far beyond restoring his faith in others. This is best seen in his final nerve test aka the nightmare sequence:

Lincoln: No. I’m not going to kill myself to try to make you love me for who I am... I want to be me. The tattoo artist who just wants to live a normal life with people I care about doing mundane things like staying up late watching TV. That’s who I am and there’s nothing wrong with that... I don’t need anyone’s approval to be myself.

Matthias left Lincoln feeling worthless. But Rowan? Rowan made him feel worthwhile.

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Despite Lincoln’s insecurities, he is a strong, grounding presence for Rowan right from the start. Selfless, despite his tendency to avoid strangers. Let’s go all the way back to the beginning:

During times of instability (most likely Power-induced), it’s Lincoln that gets Ro to regain control over their body. With him, they are able to make sense of something so foreign yet so intrinsic to their being. With him, Rowan realizes that the Power doesn’t always have to be violent and destructive. It can be warm and calming. Beautiful, even. And with time, Lincoln sees Ro as the Power’s most perfect creation. You can argue that Matthias does these things as well- there’s a whole chapter dedicated to him doing just that. But my man Linc here is saying perfect with his whole chest. He really means that shit and there’s the added bonus of him never having the thought to kill Rowan for more power. So... yeah. #teamlincoln lmao. In all seriousness, Lincoln’s love for Rowan is healthier and far more sustainable than whatever romance Ro could have with Grandpa Matty.

Regardless of route, Lincoln makes a deliberate choice to remove himself entirely from the Power. That means leaving Westchester for his tattoo shop in Vegas, dissolving Matthias’ assets, donating what he can to charity, and relinquishing the McQuoid name. Finally making good on what he thought would be his final words to Matthias:

Lincoln: I don’t need you or your help to make something of myself. I’m gonna go out there, and I’m gonna be just fine, and it won’t have anything to do with you.

Y’all already know Rowan’s journey with the Power can end one of three ways. I’ll be honest gang, even as I’m typing out this sentence, I’m still unsure of how I want their story to conclude.

Shadow:

Lincoln: No, I would choose to love you again, and again and again, even if it’s just for a month or a week or a day. Of course I wish we could’ve had years together. But a lifetime spent missing you is better than a lifetime where I didn’t love you at all.

In his final scene, we see Lincoln alone in the woods, grieving. Yet he does not meet his heartache with malice. Instead, we see a sort of gratitude for the pain he feels. Pain that he desperately tried to avoid for much of his adulthood. It’s an impossible mission, really. Trying not to get hurt. It left Lincoln with nothing more than a bunch of hollow relationships. Nothing real. But Rowan gives him the greatest gift of all- a real, true love. A love worth hurting for. In return, Lincoln gives something back to the world that it had long lost: his heart. As wounded as it may be, it’s finally open to letting others back in. He will never truly be alone again- and that’s all thanks to Rowan.

Man, I love the shadow ending😭

Mixed:

Simply based off the epilogue scenes, I feel that Lincoln has the hardest time coping with a long-distance relationship. Touch is intrinsic to his character. His abilities aside, there are several moments in ILW where Rowan taking Lincoln’s hand in theirs provides him comfort. Their physical presence, no matter how small, soothes Linc. That being said, Rowan being able to share their feelings for him through the Power? Magnificent. Brilliant. 10/10.

I’ve expressed my preference for a mixed route multiple times. Knowing that it wasn’t originally one of the available outcomes makes me want to hold onto it a bit tighter lmaoo

Blood:

Lincoln: There’s too much painful history there. It’s hard enough finding a way to move forward when we’re not constantly being reminded of the things we’re trying so hard to leave behind.

No one is coming out of ILW completely unscathed. It’s all about that sustained trauma, babyyy

While there is no ‘right’ ending, the majority of players chose the Blood route (according to the tumblr polls) as their end. Maybe ILW’s official survey will have different results- who knows? I myself see the appeal of it, however it is hard for me to justify this end with the majority of my playthroughs. In my opinion, Ro’s connection to the Power is too great to cut off completely. But it is in the spirit of the Blood ending to leave the past behind. Starting over. Both Linc and Ro take on new identities and are ready to forge their own path together.

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Every ending (sans the betrayal routes lol) leaves Lincoln better off than when we first meet him- ready to embrace the world around him rather than hide from it. Where do I see his journey ending with Rowan? The selfish part of me wants them to be together, but I can’t help but feel a pull towards the shadow ending. It’s just that bitch. In conclusion, I’m still torn lmaoo. I’d love to read how everyone else’s endings went with Linc if your MC romanced him, so feel free to share your journeys below! Maybe it’ll help me finally make up my mind 😂

Other thoughts:

getting linc into trashy reality tv?? sign me tf up

i will never be mad at having more moss content

these two are artists (iykyk)

lincoln’s heart being ro’s greatest treasure 😭😭 someone hold me

seeing linc express love so freely is just... so... beautiful???

no stats for this post bc clearly i can’t make up my dang mind but i will end with the starry night end card since i haven’t used that one yet

to all the writers, artists, readers, and general enthusiasts- thank you ♥

#ilw spoilers #ilw #it lives within #playchoices #choices #ilitw #ilb #it lives in the woods #it lives beneath #it lives anthology #it lives series #lincoln x mc #lincoln aquino #lincoln mcquoid #happy finale weekend😎😎

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thesweetnessofspring · 10 months

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Chapter Nine

“I cannot understand why the judgment of the Lord has not fallen upon that man long ere this,” said Mrs. Frederick petulantly, as if she thought Providence was very dilatory and ought to have a gentle reminder. “He’ll be picked up dead some morning—he’ll fall under his horse’s hoofs and be trampled to death,” said Cousin Stickles reassuringly. Valancy had said nothing, of course; but she wondered to herself if Roaring Abel’s periodical sprees were not his futile protest against the poverty and drudgery and monotony of his existence. She went on dream sprees in her Blue Castle. Roaring Abel, having no imagination, could not do that. His escapes from reality had to be concrete. So she waved at him today with a sudden fellow feeling, and Roaring Abel, not too drunk to be astonished, nearly fell off his seat in his amazement.

First, here is Mrs. Frederick talking again as if she knows better than God. The pride on these Stirlings!

Second, it's so insightful and empathetic of Valancy to note that Roaring Abel had his own suffering that he had to escape from. She already knows about *spoilers* but that's not brought up here. Instead of blaming his life on his alcoholism, she can recognize that Roaring Abel turns to alcohol to cope with his life. That's really amazing for someone brought up by the Stirling clan.

As much as we love rebellious, sassy Valancy, I also adore her for her compassion.

#blue castle book club #the blue castle #l.m. montgomery

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edelgarfield · 18 days

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you are both cain and abel (3/8)

Relationships: Astarion/The Dark Urge, Gale & Rolan Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

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You meet his words with a hiss. “You’re my team. I’m responsible for all of you,” you snap. Astarion’s eyes harden, the rubies in his gaze sharpening to match his fangs. “It’s a team, do you not understand what that means?” He huffs out a breath of frustration. “We work together.”

A tenday ago he would balk at the words coming out of his mouth. He sounds like one of the heroic fools from the tales Wyll loves so dearly; the kind that rescue kittens from trees and help old grandmothers cross the street and save the city without ever asking for anything in return. Damn you for forcing him to espouse the merits of, ugh, friendship, but it’s the only way to get through to you. Astarion clicks his tongue admonishingly. “Stubborn as you are, you couldn’t have made it this far on your own.” “I know that.” “Then why can’t you trust us?” Astarion presses, his words seeking the gaps in your armor and prying them apart. “Do you think we’re just going to fall apart without you watching our every move?” At one point that may have been true. In the beginning when everyone was constantly looking over their shoulders, hoarding secrets close to their chests, and one wrong move would have half the party holding a knife to your throat. But Astarion can turn his back to the others without fear, his secrets have unfolded, and the daggers no longer point inward, but towards anything that seeks to do him harm. None of your friends need you to remind them to work together—they already know how. You shake your head. “Of course I trust you—” “Then take a break,” Astarion begs, both his hands coming up to squeeze your shoulders. “Go back to camp and let us handle this, for once.”

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#baldur's gate 3 #durgestarion #the dark urge #astarion #bg3 rolan #gale dekarios #fic tag #mine #cardinal series

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abelflints · 1 year

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Abel x MC Ficlet

For day 4, favourite ships of @ila-appreciationweek

This is an old piece I did when chapter 14 first came out, I changed it after new chapters released.

Basis: She loves him. He loves her. But it's not time for him to see her skin, not just yet. (or, Rowan has scars too, she goes back to Abel's apartment in chapter 14, but decides that for now, she just wants to be held.)

Pairings: Abel x MC

Warnings: self-consciousness, spoilers for old chapters, there are some sinister sounding parts where Abel is fearing about the power, angst, vague references to pain from old injuries.

Work is under the cut!

He holds her and prays no villain will take her from him.

But they will.

They will.

But not tonight.

Not tonight.

He eyes the wolves fed fat on flesh warily, the flickers in the forest, the howls on the wind.

The foolishness of mortals prevails, once more.

If you see the creature coming, were they ever really a threat?

You see a necklace, the enlightened, a noose.

Real creatures do not leave their prey in anticipation.

Real creatures know the art of the façade.

Of fitting, softly, delicately, into the network of cracks.

His unsuspecting eyes; the warmed over hearth.

But all it takes is one creature, one gust of wind, one whisper on the breeze to blot out the sun, trading mischievous twinkles for crystalline tears, true.

Foolish, so foolish, now–

For he knows the swiftness of the pounce all too well, knows how quickly the course of life swerves.

Knows all it takes is one swift yank.

And suddenly you’re falling down…

Down…

Down.

Over trees, over roots, over rocks, over hills.

Why would he forget all his past hurts, now?

But there’s a woman – and she’s waiting in the wings.

She stares up at him, with mis-matched eyes, and sings to him in dulcet tones.

The prey.

He fears, if he’s unlucky, wrapping her in a warm embrace.

The prey.

But he has been burned by maskhood before, and he shall be burned by it again.

She’s soft. She’s warm. A muted mirror of the man before her.

Her skin is not smooth.

It’s not soft, it’s not supple.

The colours don’t match, the hues don’t blend, it hurts as she lifts her coverings, even for him.

Even for her.

A mutual hesitation, a shared simmering of slighted skin.

She’s scared. He’s scared.

She wants to.

He wants to.

But all is silent. And all is still.

As it always was. As it always will be.

He has a story. She doesn’t.

Just simmering. Simmering, simmering, softly, softly so, the fear alight in her eyes not at spirits, not at sinners, not at souls.

But at skin.

Her skin.

His skin.

Because they are a mirror, because they are the same.

And he loves her.

And she loves him back.

So it’s simple, no?

…Never.

Earnestness, and modesty, for all the wits he would wat, for all the grins he would glat, for all the quirks they would crack–

The two of them could light up any room.

But this room, this room– is dark and sweltering under the light of the moon, even in the afternotes of him etched into the wooding.

Turning away as the other slowly, gingerly, disrobes.

All the jokes he would share– squandered by a single swipe.

He tells her, it’s not pretty.

That she won’t like what she sees.

She stares. Because she has no answer to give. Because the words die on her mouth. Because, she is the same.

“Nor will you me” she’d say, if she had the courage, fumbling despondently with her clasps.

One hand stuck at their own sides because they just...

They just don't know.

Standing paused for so long that their skin goes cold in the chill of the night.

…But they'll wait.

They'll wait.

Eventually, she breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry– I’m just– so stupid–"

"...You’re not stupid. You never were.”

"But I don't have a story! I just have– skin. And I don't want it… I don't want it."

Her head hung in desolation.

"And people– don't understand, when you don't want your own skin-- like it's something you can control? But I... I just wanna…–”

A pause, a mulling it over.

"You don't owe me a story. You don't owe anybody a story."

"And if I can't give you my skin, either?"

“Nothing. You owe me nothing. You know that, right?”

“You, as you are, you, as you are, wherever you are– you, are enough."

“I… Ok. Ok.” She nods, throwing the man a shy smile.

“...I– I want to stay. Hold me? Please?”

And she looks at him.

And she trusts him.

And he tries not to melt.

Fabric envelopes flesh once more, nestling into waiting– clothed– arms.

Lids close.

Arms embrace, time soars–

Lids open…

To the warm kiss of day-break ushering in streaming sunlight over entangled limbs and nestled bodies.

The covers spill off of her, her shirt ridden up in the night– if he lingered, he would see skin mottled many mittling hues.

But he doesn’t linger.

Because she looked at him.

Because she trusts him.

And he is melting.

So the blankets are pulled back over, with smiles so soft and warm, the promise of sweet specialities and crisped delicacies on lips that quirk as he throws the slumbering beauty one last look, pattering to the kitchen with steps so delicate, nary a mouse could rival him.

(And maker, but he is melting.)

#abel x mc #abel flint #ilw #ilaw #it lives within #it lives choices #it lives series #it lives anthology #it lives #choices #playchoices #my writing

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