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daytaker · 4 months

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The Gang React to You Saying You Hate Them

As a disclaimer, I'm going to say that these are reactions to you saying it and meaning it, not just being silly or dramatic. However, I'm also kind of assuming in most cases that this is NOT you saying "I am terminating our relationship entirely and this hate thing is a permanent situation."

The rest of the characters are below the cut.

Lucifer

"Very well. You're entitled to your opinion."

Depending on the situation, he might just shrug it off. It isn't like he hasn't dealt with his fair share of unfair whining from people who are upset with him. It would probably take a pretty emotionally charged situation for him to actually take you seriously.

In that case, he probably wouldn't quite know what would be best to do. He'd give you your space, but generally speaking, his demeanor wouldn't be significantly different. If things remain tense for more than a few days, he'll probably attempt to do the mature thing and sit down with you for a conversation to talk through your differences.

Mammon

"Pfft! No ya don't!"

Stage 1. Denial. You're so full of it. You couldn't possibly hate him, the Great Mammon, the first demon you ever made a pact with. You're just blowing off some steam. You'll get over it in a minute or two.

Stage 2. Anger. It's been a minute or two. You aren't backing down. Well, whatever! He isn't gonna sit around and let some whiny human talk shit about him! So he's going to maturely stomp to his room and maturely slam the door and maturely turn up some music obnoxiously loud.

Stage 3. Bargaining. Brooding has done whatever good it might have done, so he'll start to think of ways to change your mind about hating him. He's really an awesome guy, so it shouldn't be that hard. Obviously, the best way to let someone know you care is by spending money on them. So he'll go out on the town with a credit card and max it out on objects that are very pretty and shiny but really aren't your taste. (The fact that Mammon's taste is not the same as everyone else's taste mystifies him.)

Stage 4. Depression. The shopping trip having earned him nothing but abuse from Lucifer, he'll spend some time cooped up in his room and mope and sulk but definitely not cry, because how pathetic do you think he is? He ain't cryin' over one puny human!

Stage 5. Acceptance? Wait just a minute. You're so full of it. You couldn't possibly hate him, the Great Mammon, the first demon you ever made a pact with. He should stop sulking and go talk to you. Definitely not to beg you to forgive him or anything, but maybe if you squinted, it might look like that. Please don't hate him. Please?

Leviathan

"...I guess I should have known."

This is one of the choices that leads you straight to a bad ending. Ignoring him is one thing. Teasing him is another thing. Snapping at him when you're annoyed hurts, but he can justify it. But if you tell Levi you hate him, it will take a monumental amount of effort to undo that damage.

He'll probably assume you've always hated him, and that your friendliness was all an act. He won't be willing to take you at your word if you if you try and tell him that you didn't mean it, because how is he supposed to know that you aren't lying this time?

Satan

If he's (relatively) calm:

"You don't actually mean that. You sound like a child."

His reaction is a little bit like Lucifer's in this case; he'll leave you alone for awhile and not try to keep up the conversation. He won't really believe you actually hate him either. But he is a lot more insecure than Lucifer, so there's a part of him that nags at him... What if they actually hate you? He'll probably be irritable and difficult to approach when those thoughts are especially prevalent. Unfortunately, this is the sort of situation where Satan is immobilized by conflicting thoughts on what's going on, so it will probably be up to you to start a conversation and talk about whatever happened.

If he's very angry:

"Get out of here if you don't want to get hurt."

Whether that's a threat or a warning can be up to interpretation. I imagine that, as the Avatar of Wrath, there's a part of him that feeds on hate, so if Satan was a different sort of character, he'd say something like 'You fool! You're only increasing my power level!' But Satan being Satan, he'll spend some time in whatever room you've left him in and trash it before he calms down, feels extremely ashamed, sulks and/or broods for awhile at a complete loss for how to fix things without rolling over and looking completely pathetic, and, quite possibly, works himself up into another burst of rage from sheer frustration.

Ultimately, he'll probably be more comfortable talking things out through texts than in person (or starting the conversation with a text, then speaking face to face).

Asmodeus

"Hahaha... What...?"

He won't believe you for a second! Partly because, silly, of course you don't hate him, but also because his worldview does not allow for the possibility that someone he cares about might hate him. If he even considers the possibility that you might possibly, hypothetically mean it, he's in for an entire, earth-shattering identity crisis.

If you don't apologize pretty quickly or at least amend the statement to something he can accept, Asmo will head up to his room and hole up in there for awhile, obsessively tracking his social media accounts and pampering himself in the bathroom. You're lying, though. Look at this face! It's impossible to truly hate a face as beautiful as his.

Beelzebub

"Oh... Sorry..."

First he'll look like a deer in the headlights, and then he'll look like a kicked puppy. If he understands what led you to say this, he'll try and fix it, but if he doesn't, he will... (Select an answer below.)

A) Play video games with Levi. B) Go clubbing with Asmo. C) Eat. D) Learn to break dance.

If you guessed C) Eat, then you've been paying attention during your Obey Me! lessons.

And honestly. Honestly! Why would you say something like that? Maybe he's not your favorite brother, but we all know it's simply not possible to actually hate Beel. We all know you're full of it. So knock it off.

Belphie

"...Beel, did you hear something?"

Yep, Belphie is going to pull out all the pettiness he can scrounge up. He believes that the best defense is a good offense, and he's a pro. He'll act haughty and unbothered, ignoring you and looking entirely unbothered between sulking sessions under the covers.

Pettiness aside, you have, knowingly or otherwise, tapped into a source of deep anxiety in your relationship with Belphie. He has not forgotten the whole...incident that took place when you freed him from the attic. He knows that, reasonably, you probably should hate him, and it's amazing to him that you don't seem like you do.

Once tempers have cooled, it might be worthwhile to talk over what happened back then, just the two of you. It was pushed aside too quickly, and you both probably have things you wish you'd said.

Diavolo

"It seems I've upset you. Please know that I never meant to offend you."

He'll see that you're angry with him and give you your space, but he won't be as torn up about this as some of the others. Why? He simply won't believe you.

He has seen your soul, and it is not the soul of a hater.

Barbatos

"Oh?"

Yeah, get in line. Considering the amount of time travel shenanigans this guy has probably pulled, I have no doubt he has amassed more than his fair share of enemies. More than that, he already knows this is just you blowing off steam. Like Diavolo and Lucifer, this is just water off a duck's back.

Although, depending on how irritated he's feeling at the time of the incident, he may or may not wear a smirk as he gives his noncommittal response. Barbatos might be the man with the multiverse in the palm of his hand, but he is not above being petty. Watch your back for a few days.

Solomon

"Ah... It seems I've hit a nerve! I think I'll give you some time to cool down."

He'll back off and leave you to manage your anger in peace. Then he'll settle in to focus on some project or another that requires his undivided attention. He doesn't want to deal with all the unpleasantness that your words stirred up. Honestly, didn't he get past this sort of thing a few centuries ago? What's a little spat between friends? You don't actually hate him; not after all he's done for you. He can't possibly be feeling insecure...?

Nope, all he's feeling is itchy because of the toxic gas that's starting to pour out of his cauldron. He should open a window.

The Angels

I can't even do Simeon and Luke, because they'd both just be so confused and sad that I'm not sure where I'd go with it besides scolding you for being a bully. You don't just say "I hate you" to angels who are either extremely sweet and attractive or actual children.

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echantedtoon · 1 month

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Until Death Do You Vow Ch4 Deathly Vows

(Warnings: Y/n gets a small cut on her finger and mentioning of blood.)

The moon shined red as blood tonight as shadows moved.

Quiet night. Unholy night of beasts. Feasting their sights upon the stray women who dare stay out at night when the full moon rises, lighting the pathway for the beasts to claim their prey. Gnashing teeth, snarling fangs waiting to take a bite into innocent flesh where the terrible claws miss. Waiting to snatch you away down into their dark abyss never to return. She was none what so ever concerned about traveling alone tonight. She had better places to be and anyone who dared be foolish enough to tangle with the night would never be heard from again. One look at it would deter most creatures away. But hier business was not with them.

You shivered in the wind that picked up clutching your phone and the small bouquet of flowers closer as you rubbed your shoulders in a vain attempt to bring what limited warmth you had back to your body.

Partially through what was left of the limited moonlight, you passed by some wild trees that made your stomach flip bu it came a different feeling.

The feeling of being watched.

It didn't start out that way. At first it was just an aspect in the back of your mind you brushed of as paranoia of the manor's old ghost stories echoing in your mind. The feeling first came around when the sun had just started to set and it wasn't strong enough to warrant anything more than a two second thought and hand waving them off. However thing's changed. The sun soon disappeared over the horizon to be kissed good night by it's counterpart, the moon, and the walking woman was glad that it was a full moon, for it brought moonlight strong enough for you to see the pathway as your feet continued to walk. With it came the feeling but tenfold. You've only felt this way before back at Zephyr University whenever Taylor wanted to get your attention, that same feeling also returned with the feeling of being followed, but every time your head snapped over your shoulder towards the Darkness behind you....

There would be nothing.

Literally nothing. Nothing but the cold wind starting to pick up. You brushed it off as just your paranoia getting the better of you and you set your jaw against the wind. There was nothing there anyways so what did you have to worry about?

"Come on, Y/n." You thought to yourself with a shake of your head and a deep inhale. "You're just being irrational is all. You need to get your bearings and figure out what to do with a clear head."

"You alright there?", Taylor asked through the earpiece sounding concerned.

"Yeah. I guess it's just all the spooky stuff getting to me. I can't help but feel like I'm in a horror movie. Creepy haunted manor, all alone, full blood moon, even creepier abandoned cemetery, and I'm dressed up like those useless women in those movies. Y'know the ones that wear heels and are written to be very stupid and we're always angry at how stupid they are in the movie."

Taylor groaned. "I know. Why even add those kinds of characters into movies when everyone knows they're just gonna be the first killed off?! It's really redundant at this point."

Taylor's annoyed voice brought some ease to your heart as you stepped along the stone path. Your heels clicking on with each step. "Well I made it around the manor. There's nothing here but an old barn that looks like the remains of an old barn, and a small brick road leading somewhere. I'm gonna follow it for a bit and see if it leads anywhere."

"Really? Huh. I thought they'd at least leave the headstones."

You shrugged despite Taylor being unable to see you. "They either broke down over the years or the Gallaghers moved them along with the bodies." You still followed the brick pathway until it moved farther and farther away from the manor. "So far it looks like this pathway is leading nowhere too. "

"Any other old buildings around there?"

"Nope." You stopped just as the last few bricks ended a yard before a tree. "It just stops at a dead end." You looked around and saw nothing except for..You rose a brow and nudged what looked like the remains of an old broken plant pot. "Maybe this is where they had the outdoor garden?"

"Maybe. Or maybe this is where the graves were!," Taylor's voice lit up in glee. "Try one last E.V.P session! You might catch something!"

"Alright but after this then we go home. Deal?"

"Deal!," He agreed.

You got a third time pulled out your phone and allowed the process to repeat for a third time as your other hand rubbed your arms in a vain attempt to keep warm. "Hello. Is there anyone here with me tonight?" You didn't hear anything but the wind but jumped as a clash of thunder sounded overhead. Looking up you saw more clouds gather up. Better make this quick. "Is there anyone from the Gallagher family here?" You pushed your veil out of the way and kept going quickly. "Is there any message you want me to pass on for you?" You waited a minute before asking one last question. "Can you do anything to make your presence known?" You waited a long time again straining your eyes in the dark but saw nothing. Heard nothing but the wind. "...*sigh* Ok. I'm gonna stop recording now."

"Did you see anything?"

"Nothing but creepy outdoors. I'll check the footage real quick and then I'm coming back."

"Alright, Bud. Don't take too long. It looks like it's about to rain."

Couldn't argue with that. Do once again the process repeated itself. "Hello. Is there anyone here with me tonight?" ...Nothing. "Is there anyone from the Gallagher family here?" You held it up to your ear to listen against the wind but once again nothing. "Is there any message you want me to pass on for you?" Again silence. "Can you do anything to make your presence known?" Again. Nothing. You sighed already guessing what you would see on the footage when you rewound it and sure enough once again there WAS NOTHING.

"Taylor, there's nothing here," you said defeated, "Even if there was ghosts here they all either moved on or not gonna talk to us. It's literally a dead end."

Taylor didn't say anything but you could feel the disappointment on the other side. Eventually he sighed. "It's.. I-It's alright, Bud. I know you did your best. Let's regather a-and figure out where to go from here."

"Good idea. My feet are killing me." You turned- "GAH!!" Only to trip on your long train fall to your hands and knees. Hand gripping your roses- "OW!" Your hand recoiled pulling back to you as a thorn from the roses poked out from the delicate paper wrapped around them and cut your hand oozing a red liquid.

THUD!! CLINK, CLINK-

Your phone fell to the ground with a thud, thankfully landing on the grass and avoiding a shattered screen. However something else fell loose from the folds of the dress. Two tiny, shiny circle bands rolled down the dress and fell to the old brick path in front of you. Making clinking sounds as they rolled to a stop near your hands. Your f/c eyes blinked looking down at them.. before your eyes widened in shock and horror at seeing them.

Your old engagement rings-

"Hey! Hey, Buddy! Are you ok? Give me a status update!", Taylor piped up in worry.

"Y-Yeah...I'm ok." You answered slowly stunned first reaching out to grab your phone and then reaching out a hand shakily to the two rings. "...I can't believe they're still here.."

"I...What is?"

You didn't speak at first. Shakily grabbing the rings and slowly standing up. Wind blowing the veil around you. The blood moonlight giving a reddish glint to the golden shine of the two rings in your hand. Amongst and on them was red smeared from the prick the rose gave you. Great. You'll need to disinfectant and bandaid that later.

".... Ian's rings."

There was a shocked pause from the other side. "WHAT?!" Taylor shouted nearly taking your ears off with his voice.

"Not so loud!..*sigh*" your eyes looked back at the pretty rings. They weren't the most expensive, only being simple golden bands, but they carried behind it a heavy fortune of bad memories. "I can't believe they were here the entire time. I totally forgot about them."

"I thought you would've sold them by now." Taylor's voice was obviously annoyed and laced with distaste. "How do you even still have them?"

"I must've forgotten about them in the box with the dress. I guess they got tangled up in the folds of the dress and me tripping like in those loony cartoons knocked 'em loose." You glared at the rings. "Of course they'd show up now." As if your night couldn't be worse.

"He was a real jerk! I'm glad he's not around anymore or else I would've-!...I would've..Well I don't know what I'd do but I would've definitely done something!!"

You snorted at him despite yourself being angry. "I still can't believe I saw anything in him. He couldn't even say his vows right at the rehearsal...I guess that was because he was imagining saying them to someone else the whole time."

"Good riddance I say! You're better off without him! ... Don't feel bad about it. It's all in the past now. "

"Yeah. I'm surprised though he's into acting when he couldn't even recite his own vows right when pretending he cared."

"What was his vows anyways? I bet they were so bland and cheesey."

You snickered along with him. "They were." You cleared your throat before in a bad impression of Ian's voice you spoke in a cheesy lovestruck tone. "My beautiful love. Bind our blood in ceremony and let me share your name." A hand outstretched to no one as you fake acted out processing your love to an invisible imaginary person. "Under the stars of the heavens, I solemly swear, that this hand will always be kind and never cruel. That my voice will only speak truth. That this life is now forever yours." The outstretched hand pretended to take the imaginary person's hand. "Now as yours is mine."

You could hear some slow clapping and a stuffed guffaw from the earpiece from Taylor. Making you smile and continue.

"Bind our souls to infinity and I will promise you love and devotion through sickness and health and beyond the realms of death." You continued to speak remembering the details of the day like it happened yesterday. "I will love you in all your forms now and forever. Through several lifetimes and back." Your voice was low and smooth now speaking it like you meant it with pride. "From now to infinity." You held up one of the lightly bloodied rings up as if actually presenting it to someone. "Unyielding. Untainted. Undeniable. With this voice I promise you my love and heart. With this ring, I ask you to be mine!" You held up the rings- only to accidentally again trip on your train and slip. "Crap!"

You ended up landing on just your knees his time. Both rings again falling to the ground and rolling away from sight. Not that you really cared about that as much as you cared about the soreness this goofy outfit was causing you.

"Are you alright?"

You hissed slowly moving to stand back up. "Yeah. I just keep tripping over my stupid dress."

You scrambled to grab your phone again and look around for the rings. Where'd they go? You looked around for the two rings and eventually found them laying just in front of you in the grass. Ah. There they are. You were half tempted to just leave them there but you could clean them up and pawn them for some money at least. Your hand reached out to them-

Until something grabbed your wrist-

It was like the air itself had wrapped around your wrist and PULLED! You yelled out as you arm was tugged forward and you yelled as your other hand shot out to brace yourself against the ground. A horror feeling shot through your body as you looked up and saw..

Literally nothing there.

The moonlight illuminated the area in front of you and you could see nothing but you felt an iron grip on you arm. You couldn't help but let out a little yell of fright before you started pulling back in a panic. Pulling back and yanking at the otherworldly grip keeping you in place. Your other arm flying out to grip your arm and pull back as hard as you could. Pulling, yelling, and fighting back until whatever it was gave- You ended up falling onto your backside scrambling away from your position and hastily shooting up to your feet stand. Your lungs heaved in horror at nothing.

The wind howled around you blowing the veil around like some bridal cape. The clouds increased in the sky and the bloody moon oozed it's light down on misfortune.

THUMP-

Your mouth dropped in horror as the ground under your feet moved, as of a great beast was disturbed by your presence. The ground rumbled and shook as you teetered and waved your arms around to steady yourself from falling again. Pupils the sizes of pins as you gave small gasps and yelps as thunder crashed overhead thunder reigning through the sky and cold wind swirling around. Until the monster under the dirt finally ceased and all was still again. You gasped out and stood there panting heavily as everything just..

Stopped.

As if it didn't even happen. You panted looking around yourself but not seeing anything. What the hell just happened?!

"Hey! Hey, Y/n! What's going on over there?," Taylor piped up suddenly. "The connection just went out and there was nothing but static on your end!"

"I-..I-I don't know." You shakily looked about you-

BAM!!

A hollow push erupted from the ground in front of you. Eyes going small as something from the depths battered it's way from beneath the surface. A feeling of ice injected itself into your veins as something pushed out from under your feet. Dirt pushed up with each deep push upwards. Cracks formed between old roots and rocks. Two shiny rings slowly rolled away from the jostling-

Only to be snatched up as a white hand burst from beneath the soil.

Body froze. Jaw opening. Eyes wide as the moon. Digits old and worn flexed out feeling against the nearly disturbed dirt until they found their target in two small rings. Fingers long and boney curled around them drawling them into it's cold dead palm before it retreated back down into the depths of the abyss leaving a disturbed dirt mound behind. The wind carried what sounded like a happy sigh of relief after the soft dirt stopped moving about.

"I do."

There was a grim pause. Wind howling. AND THEN THE GROUND BEGAN RISING UP WITH MORE FORCE-

She didn't hesitate for a moment. Not even a second. Not when the woman turned around and RAN.

Every runner knows that the first warning sign of danger is a sense of dread, a feeling of impending doom. You are about to run away from a monster. But how do you prepare for this? Y/n had always hated dark forests with its lumbering tall trees. It was a place where she felt fear. The dark teased like taunting bullies, each sway of a branch creaking it's maniacal glee and every whistle the wind whipped by your ears whistled their sick pleasure in watching her panicked state of mind. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK!! Went the sounds of her heels against the bricked ground and curling tree roots, like spiderwebs under her feet, ready to snag her and make her join the abyss any moment. The darkness caged you in with the mockery of noises, a canopy of night shrouding the way out. But for now you only knew one thing.

RUN.

Your body felt light, only being able to feel every time your feet slapped against the ground which would surely be sore later, but you didn't care. You could be hurting for the next ten years for all you cared! Please gods just let you get away! Your eyes darted around for any signs of escape only being shown endless darkness instead. Your only hope was to get back to Taylor! Or to get back to the manor! A place you could at least take refuge. Your arm were partially extended in front of you, to push and swipe down any bush, branches, and other plants in your way as you ran, other hand holding up your dress in a vain attempt to keep from tripping. Stumbling and half tripping over large tree roots and clumps of grass in your wake, but still making good distance. Until the burning in your lungs threatened to make you drop, and you were forced to start slowly down step by step until you were hugging the side of a tree for life, your arms desperately gripping the rough bark until the imprints were deep in your palm and your knuckles were deep white, forcing your body to step around the tree until you reached it's front and you hid yourself behind it from the direction you just ran from. Your back hit the hard tree and your head tilted towards the heavens, hands clutching your pounding heart. And there was silence other than the mockery of wind and branch creaks. Your throat and lungs were on fire. Your heart pounded almost painfully in your chest. And you did not dare move in fear of seeing that-...that-....MONSTER somewhere behind you.

That-....That wasn't real r-r-right? It COULDN'T be real! It was just a figment of your imagination projected by your fear! T-That must've been the case!...But then..How were you able to make contact with it if it was just a hallucination? You felt your hand make contact with that thing's grip and you felt the struggle you gave. You stood there, shaking harder than a tree in a tsunami in dead of winter. Other than the gasps of air your body forced you to make, you dared not make a sound. Not a noise. The whole time you stayed perfectly still as ever so slowly your heart rate decreased the longer the silence went on and the longer nothing appeared. Slowly your lungs and throat's fire extinguished with the help of the cold wind you swallowed, and what was left behind was just a dull soreness. The rapid beating of your heart calmed slowly until it was just a little above what it would normally be beating. Your eyes slowly regained focus from the sheer panic. And your body calmed down but not your mind. Your mind still raced in fear from what you just saw and you stared straight up at the creaking branches of the tree you hid behind. The panic still clear and making you do nothing but listen in anticipation, like a rabbit hiding from a pursuing fox. But still...nothing but silence. And when your eyes slowly looked to the right and your face followed until your cheek and side of the face was pressed against the rough tree bark awaiting for any sounds, but nothing still came.

It was a stupid decision...A bad one really but-..

You slowly scraped your back against the back of the tree slowly inching your way to the side of the tree, and ever so slowly, poked your head out. Not all the way. Just enough to look out at the direction you ran from and saw...nothing. Nothing but darkness and trees. And that made you pause. There was...nothing? Nothing at all? Slowly you pushed your head fully out to see better, and took your time grazing your eyesight around the darkness, straining your eyes in the limited light that seeped between the leaves and branches. Quietly listening for anything running after you, but still nothing came. ...You-..You must've lost whatever that was. You exhaled a shaky sigh of relief and slumped back against the tree. Eyes closing as a wave of relief washed over your tired body.

''What am I doing!? Don't just stand there like an idiot!! RUN!!''

You listened to your inner voice, you turned on your heels and began running again taking the opportunity given to you by the gods. You didn't care if you got lost this time, you only cared about living. And so through the darkness the abyss had to offer, you again ran. Not which direction you were heading. Not sure who you'd run into or if you got more lost, but you were darned determined to not be eaten tonight by anyone! Not today demons! Or..zombie.OR WHATEVER THE HECK THAT WAS! You only did what you did before. Your heels clicked against the ground which would surely be sore later, but you didn't care. Your f/c eyes darted around for any signs of escape only being shown endless darkness instead. Your arms were partially extended in front of you, to push and swipe down any bush, branches, and other plants in your way as you ran. Stumbling and half tripping over large tree roots and clumps of grass in your wake, but still making good distance. Until the burning in your lungs threatened to make you drop, and this time the roots claiming your feet snagged onto a particularly large root, and a few feet you went tumbling.

Your screams of tumbling over a few feet were cut short as it felt like you hit every single root, rock, and hard spot on your way down. Pain exploded everywhere your body made contact with the ground until finally with a final thud, your body fell hard onto soft grass. Knocking the air out of your lungs and you gasping for air on your side. Your body was in pain from everywhere your body hit the ground and you were sure it would leave bruises and scratches later. You coughed and gasped for air, lungs burning but you nearly stopped breathing again when load ghost like moaning came from up the path that was DEFINITELY NOT wind making your body feel like it was dipped in ice as your heartbeats sore. No. Not more of them. Not again! Adrenaline kicked in now as your body wobbled and felt so light, not to mention hurt, as you forced yourself to stand and start walk-running away, swaying as you still gasped for air but your panicked state didn't care about the pain or anything as you somehow quickly got your balance back and started running through the dark. The sounds and darkness of the forest blocked almost all moonlight as you blindly ran to try and get away from the giant demons, to keep from being eaten. You ran...and ran...and ran blindly in the dark with your hands in front of you. Branches and other plants hitting your legs and face as you did, the sounds of the things behind you disappearing as you kept running. At one point you had the brilliant idea to look behind you to see if anything was following you-

"AH!"

Your foot once again got caught on something. You screamed as your body went tumbling head over heels down a hill in the dark. Your already sore and hurt body becoming even more so as you rolled and rolled and rolled until you finally came to a stop at the bottom of it onto your back, with your body facing the sky. Your vision swam and your head spun as you stared up dizzily at the sky as your vision slowly went around and around and around until it focused. And you gave a cough as your burning lungs heaved against your chest. Your heart feeling as if it'll explode any moment it was beating so fast, you couldn't stop it! You just sat there gasping and panting and clutching your chest. Your brain felt foggy. No...No. Don't black out now! Get up! COME ON GET UP!! Muscles burnt. Barely able to breath. The dirt and grass felt stinging cold and burnt your skin as you turned on your side to weakly lay on your stomach, your face gasping the sweet scent of grasses for a moment as you laid there for a sweet few silent seconds, before you allowed yourself to look up and you stopped..gasping heavily and staring at what was before you in awe.

The manor!! If you could get inside then you could wait for Taylor to get help or until daylight broke. Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you gathered up your dress in your arms, you heaved in worry as you wobble ran as fast as your legs could carry your body. It felt like an eternity scrambling to and then around the mansion not daring to look back. You knew it was ALWAYS a bad idea to look back during chases! Especially in horror movies. You'll be darned if you made the same mistake! You made for the front. Practically beelining it to the old doors as they creaked and groaned under your force to throw them open and then slam them closed behind you. Your back presses against the cold thick wood and there you stood panting heavily. It felt like two fists were squeezing your lungs out of any air they sucked in at all. Your heart pounded hard enough in your chest to be mistaken for a drum in a parade. Your senses on fire yet on the same time highly alert.

Whatever you woke up was out there. Whatever it was, was most definitely looking for you! What had you done to cause this?!

"Alack, alack." Your body nearly shut down. Frozen in place. "What blood is this which stains the stony entrance of this sepulcher?"

The temperature suddenly dropped to the point it felt like your body was freezing in your veins. Something in your brain screams at your legs to run but you couldn't move.

"W-What?! Who was that?! What's going on over there?! The signal keeps fading in and out!," Taylor's voice still sounded through but static-y and distant not that your fearful brain noticed.

Your jaw dropped as right at the top of the stairs someone... SOMETHING that looked like a man materialized slowly and out of nothing. Blur overtaking all its lightly translucent glory before a clash of lightning and a moment later it's eyes were opened and looking right down the flight of stairs and right at your own.

"Fresh blood in my esteemed estate. Stained on a bundle of red roses no less. A tragic sight indeed but none quite as tragic as the sight of the one who stands before me so pray tell.." Lightning struck again and in an instant he went from the top of the stairs to literal feet away from you making you jump in fright. "Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

Your draw dropped in shock. Mouth too dry to speak and body too paralyzed to move. Fear gripping onto you tight. Only two words managing to escape you.

"I-I'm sorry," you squeaked out pathetically in a way that seemed to catch the spook off guard.

He blinked for a moment taken aback before he pulled away to stare. Blue otherworldly eyes scanned the trembling woman before him, slowly taking in the outfit she wore and how beautiful it made her look. A bridal attire. A lady's bridal attire. He hadn't seen one of those in nearly a century and a half. This was... certainly a surprise. Not a thing he was expecting to show up to, nor had he really expected to be called out in such a manner...Yet here they both were.

"Your attire," he spoke slowly causing her to jump. "It's..rather unusual for a woman at this time of night and in such a strange situation. Are you about to hold a ceremony here of all places? Or are you perhaps waiting for a secret lover to appear, to run away together and elope?" He rose a brow. "I can not fathom why else you'd be dressed like this here of all places." He sighed when you still stared holding up a hand. "I do not need to offend or startle you. But I do have a right to ask after being summoned."

Dazed, shocked, and a little bit confused you only shook your head no. "N-No..N-None of T-That."

He only furrowed his brows in deeper confusion. "Then why are you here? Explain."

"I just-..." You slowly held up your hands. "Look. I-I think there's been a huge misunderstanding. Y-You see I-I was actually..Um.. It's actually h-hard to explain." He crossed his arms. Guess he literally had all eternity. "I was just looking for g-ghosts."

"Looking for...ghosts?" You nodded. "You were looking for me specifically then? I did hear you call out my family name several times."

"I..well yes B-But it was only because I w-wanted to actually see if you were here or not! I-I didn't mean to disturb you I swear! I only wanted to-...Well.."

He.. slowly nodded. And it dawned on you finally. Elias Gallagher. This was freaking Elias Gallagher!! Undead in all his ectoplasmic glory. You were talking to the ghost of a murder victim from nearly two hundred years ago!!

"I see. But that doesn't explain your strange attire. I do hope it wasn't too mock my late demise."

"A glass shattering sound went off in your mind. "WHAT?! NO!" You waved your hands with a startled look. "It's just that...Well I just happened to have this after.. something bad happened to me too a-and I heard something bad happened to your big day too! It's not mockery but...W-Well a way of saying that I know how you feel a-and I get that." It was the truth after all.

Your words took Elias by surprise staring at you in shock before you gained a look of pity from him. "Oh dear. You poor thing had experienced such a sorrow?"

You nodded sighing in relief. "Yes. I wasn't really..I mean I didn't experience anything like you but it was pretty bad."

"How do?"

"Well, for one he didn't even show up to our ceremony at all." Your words seemed to only surprise him more. "A-And he only showed up after everyone else left just to tell me that he still had feelings for his ex and it turns out that he never told them about me and I found out that I WAS the side woman all along!" A tang of anger hit you as you spoke.

"Side.. woman?"

"Oh... It's another term for a mistress." You guessed he wouldn't know modern slang like 'side piece'.

Elias looked appalled pressing a hand to his chest and at the same time looking at you in pity. "Oh goodness. It's not a wonder you'd turn to such ways to drastically heal yourself."

What did he mean by that? Ghost hunting? You shook your head. "Y-Yeah. Well that's in the past now so..."

"Oh you poor dear. You and I are not dissimilar at all in that regard. I am well acquainted with such tragedy, and know your wounds must be tended to at once. Tell me.." He smiled leaning closer. "Would you like to forget about the cur that broke your heart?"

You blinked shaking your head. "Ugh. I'd like to forget his stupid face but it's not that easy."

"Nonsense, my dear. What is your name perhaps?"

You blinked again. "You didn't even tell him your name did you?"

"Y/n. It's Y/n, Mr. Gallagher."

His smile widened. "Well then. Y/n, I vow to lift all of your anxiety and regrets for it is within my power for as long as you remain in these walls." You stared at him. Vow? What did he mean by vow? "To have you the same passionate way you had promised me." You jumped as a cold hand grabbed yours and held it up only to freeze as a second later a familiar golden ring was slipped onto your hand's ring finger. "Because now...Now even death won't do us part."

You stared mouth agape as a ghostly hand delicately reached out to cup your cheek. You involuntarily shivered. It felt like cold cobwebs against the skin. "W-What are you talking about?"

"Your vows. You said them so perfectly when presenting me your token of affection." He held up your hand with his making you look at his ghostly hand and freezing more seeing both hands have a matching lightly red stained golden band. "Of course I'd accept it."

Your body froze more becoming rigid..Until your world spun. Light swirled and ground swayed. Until black enveloped your vision. Your body leaned to the right. And the last thing you felt was two cold arms wrapping pulling you into a much colder chest.

#tgogm #thegroomofgallaghermansion #the groom of gallagher mansion #Until Death Do you vow #elias gallagher x reader #elias gallagher #taylor potts #taylor potts x reader

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jamiesfootball · 8 months

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I’m curious (if you’re willing to share) — is your post season 3 fic shippy or platonic? Looking forward to it!

Both of the main ones I'm working on now are platonic! But also you've opened the door for me to talk about it so I'm gonna talk about it!

The post-season 3 fic is platonic and--I cannot overstate this enough--has so much of a plot going on across multiple characters that I finally broke down and made a fucking spreadsheet.

That said a lot of Roy's struggle in this fic centers around his emotional attachments with other people and the roles he plays in their lives (with family, with friends, as a coach). He's stuck in this perfect storm where it seems like all his most important relationships are in flux.

See below the cut for spoilers:

His Family

This is a big one for him and where a surprising amount of therapy work gets done. When the story kicks off, Phoebe is suddenly Around Much Less and a part of that is his sister tentatively feeling out a reconciliation with their parents. This causes a surprising (to Roy) amount of emotional upheaval in his life. As someone who's always been in his sister's corner, he's always seen (even if he's never fully verbalized it to himself) his keeping contact with their parents as a way of releasing his sister from any responsibility or lingering guilt about cutting them off. But now that she's tentatively in contact with them, and introducing them to Phoebe, Roy is realizing that he has a lot of unresolved issues with his parents. Adding to that stress is the fact that while he's played a huge role in his niece's life, he's never actually had to ask to spend time with her before, and he is awful at admitting he might need something, especially when the people around him keep telling him he can 'have a break.'

Keeley

He and Keeley have decided to remain friends. Keeley wants to be single for a while and work on herself, her company, and all the special projects she has falling out of her sleeves (*cough*womensteam*cough*). However, Keeley is the most serious relationship he's ever had, and they started out on a flirty, romantic footing, so he's never just been friends with her. In fact he's never stayed friends with any of his exes. He's navigating unfamiliar territory and he's not sure what's allowed of him. Even basic shit--is he allowed to tell her she looks nice? invite her for coffee? for dinner?--he ends up second guessing.

The Diamond Dogs / The Workplace

He literally JUST became a Diamond Dog and showed them emotional vulnerability by asking what the secret was to becoming a less shitty person and now he's in charge of them. (And he's in therapy, seeing the staff therapist, so everybody knows about that too.) With Ted gone, the inter-team dynamics between the coaches is a whirlpool of Beard and Nate trying to out-smart each other, and suddenly Roy is the one keeping everybody in line and fielding Higgins' questions about player recruitment. This isn't the big drama but it is mundane and tedious and just another fucking thing to deal with.

The Team (Sam, Isaac, Colin)

The step between captain and assistant coach was a fairly easy one for Roy because he was essentially doing the same thing in both jobs (yell at them about their form, psych them up before a match, etc). He's the gaffer now. Most gaffers don't just casually hang out with their players. If he was another team's gaffer, he wouldn't. But these are people who know him, people he used to play side-by-side with, and god help him but he does care about them. So while he's pretty sure he needs to start drawing a boundary between the professional and personal, how the fuck is he supposed to tell them that when Colin is literally getting chewed up by the media as the only openly gay player in the league and he clearly needs the support? How's he supposed to back away when Sam, who's never angry about anything, is fucking seething over Edwin Akufo and asking Roy for help? Is he supposed to step back and drop it all on Isaac, who's trying his best but also seems to be carrying his own weight about something? They're not not his friends, but also he feels responsible for them. So what kind of coach is he going to be, now that he's the guy in charge?

Jamie (ofc)

Where does any of the above leave Jamie? Truly, if the boundaries between him and the other players are in flux, the ones between him and Jamie are fucking spaghetti. Because all of the same issues still apply, but with additional layers (their rivalry, Keeley, Amsterdam, Wembley, personal coaching, the fact that he's met Jamie's parents and would punch his dad in the face if he ever got a chance, the fact that his niece thinks they're best friends). His partiality is skewed every-which-fucking-way, and frankly he's a little annoyed that no one else holds it against him.

And all of that becomes additionally fucked up because:

Roy going to therapy is intrinsically tied to his behavior towards Jamie (Roy has a lot of guilt to work through on how often he's taken his anger out on Jamie)

Jamie and him have unwisely turned therapy into a goddamn competition (they have a chart), which means that any time he makes progress in therapy, he immediately ends up sharing it with Jamie

They don't even have the coach-player thing to fall back on because Jamie starts off the summer injured

This is also the Jamie Going Through It fic (with Tartt Sr in rehab being a huge part of that), and at this point its a given (to Roy at least) that if Jamie needs help, Roy is going to help him.

Jamie might be his friend. Maybe. Possibly. Roy might even admit that one day

So is this a shippy fic? No! No relationship statuses are added, lost, or changed in the winding plot of this fic (unless I figure out how to break up Beard and Jane). Everything picks up right where the finale left it.

But do relationships--the weight of identifying what you might need from other people, and how to navigate changes, and how to define things that aren't easy that are maybe complicated and messy and necessary for your own personal happiness--appear in this fic?

Absolutely yes.

#ask box is always open #[redacted title] post season three fic #i think this week's the week y'all #trying not to jinx it like i did last time #spent a long time today seeking emotional validation from the friend that does the reading and she is excited! so i've decided i am excited #definitely not scared! nope!#writing update #and if this sounds like a fuckton of stuff to cover - that is why i have the spreadsheet #and a pattern to keep all the pieces moving at a reasonable rate #or as the bestie described my writing style:#'you're conducting a 100 piece orchestra when the flutists have it out for the violinists and the drummer thinks they're at a rock concert'#which- yep!

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aerysa-targaryen · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞?

Request by anon: Would it be alright if I request a boromir x reader one-shot. I'm not great at coming up with plot but I'm just craving boromir angst, maybe something where you get in an argument with him over something or maybe where he gets super hurt because you've been avoiding him for months and he finally can't take it anymore and asks why and you tell him lord denethor forbade you to be near boromir because you were a distraction to him?

Type: Angst/Fluff

Warning: none

Characters: Boromir, Denethor, Faramir and some secondary characters

Numbers of words: 2.6K

You’ve been friends with Boromir for a long time, you’ve always known each other. Since you were a child, because your father was one of Denethor’s counselors, the intendant and Boromir’s father. To be honest, you never really liked him, when you were little, he frightened you, and now, as an adult, you felt nothing but disgust for him. Despite this, your friendship with Boromir remained the same, you even became a close friend of his brother Faramir, you tended to console him, when his father was cruel to him, another reason why you didn’t like Denethor. So you grew up, and you became a beautiful woman, and as the months went by, Boromir’s attitude towards you changed, he was more polite, more courteous. There was a spark in his eyes that shone every time he looked at you, but you didn’t mind, you liked how he looked at you, how he talked to you. The only one in Minas Thirit who didn’t seem to realize that you were returning his affection was himself.

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One evening, when you had just left Boromir, a guard stopped you. "Denethor wants to speak to you as soon as possible, my lady. He asked that I escort you to his offices." The guard spoke firmly, and, you had no choice but to follow him. As you walked side by side in the white corridors of the city, you could not help but wonder. Why did Denethor want to see you? What was he gonna tell you? you shook your head to drive away those evil thoughts, and you realized that you were finally getting to the steward’s offices that you didn’t like. As the guard was leaving, you stared at his back before finally turning to the door and knocking. You waited for the man to let you in to push the wooden door and enter the office to light only a few candles here and there. You bowed before the man with grey hair, as the traditons wanted, even if you didn’t really think what you were doing. When you got up, you noticed the look in his eyes and you knew right away that you were not here to talk about the rain and the good weather.

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"You wanted to see me?" you asked him rhetorically, the answer being obvious, but you did not mind being somewhat insolent with him. "Sit down,y/n" he said coldly as you sat in front of him, eager to know the reason why he had summoned you. "I asked to see you tonight because of my son. You’re way too close to him, do I have to remind you that he’s a prince and you’re just the daughter of one of my counselors? Also, your father does his job in a pitiful way, I should send him back." He spoke in a hostile tone with an angry look. All your exchanges went like this, you were always measuring your strength to his, but, because of his social rank, he gained more times than he should have. "My father does a much better job than you, he should have been the steward, not you." You almost spit those words in the steward’s face that you didn’t like. Denethor, more than annoyed by your behavior, stood up and slapped you before speaking to you coldly. "Listen to me, little pest, I’ll be clear with you, stay away from my son."

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You put your hand on your red cheek where the man had dared to slap you, despite what he had just done, you kept your head high. "If I refuse, Intendant, what will you do? banish me from the city? You know very well that Boromir and Faramir will follow me through the whole Middle Earth, no matter where I go." You said in a confident tone. "Don’t you think I know that? Even if I don’t mind my incapable son following you, I want Boromir to stay by my side. That’s why, if you don’t stay away from my son, you’re not the one who’s gonna get punished… If you stay too close to my oldest son, I’ll have your father banished forever from the city, and he’ll have to fend for himself outside the city. Also, I think I remember him not being a good warrior." he gave you a smile that was all but honneste to finally lean towards you "it’s your choice, y/n" he finished, proud of himself, as if he had just killed an army of orcs all by himself. "So all right, I won’t go near Boromir." You talk, finally admitting to losing this verbal game.

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"You see you can be nice whenever you want. Now leave my office, I don’t want to see you again." He told you in that supporous voice that he always took to speak to his advisers, his servants and his people in general. You didn’t get prayed and you walked out of his office and slammed the door behind you, angry. You rushed to your room to think about what you were going to do. Once you entered your room, you came to sit by the window, looking at the stars above, in the sky. What could you do? This man was abusing of his power to keep you away from his son, and he must have warned the guards that if they saw you in Borormir’s company, they should come and tell him. Besides, if you persisted, your father would be banished from the city, he was your only family, and, you cared too much about him to lose him, too, he raised you since your mother died and you were more than grateful for everything he’d done for you. So, for once, you were gonna obey and stay away from Boromir, no matter how much it hurt you.

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At first, it was difficult for you to ignore Boromir and to act as if you did not know him, because he stayed by your side and you had to push him back several times in an angry tone so that finally he Abbandonne enifn . So several months passed, and the more the days passed, the more lonely you felt, despite Faramir remaining as much as he could with you even if you did not tell him the reason why you no longer wanted to see his brother. You just took a peek at him when you saw him, that sometimes he sent you back, but it never went any further, you were too scared for your father. Also you who loved Boromir, it hurt you to stay so far away from him for such a long time. But you told yourself that Denethor could not forbid you to see him forever, and, you hoped that one day he would reconsider his choice, even if you knew that this was certainly not going to happen. So you stayed alone with your pain, waiting for the days to pass, you even thought of leaving the city just to relieve your pain, but you were resigned.

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Boromir at first didn’t understand why you were pushing him away when the night before, you almost seemed to want to kiss him.But, when he noticed you kept avoiding him for weeks, you didn’t look back when he called you, when you passed him without looking at him. It hurt him more than you could have imagined, however nothing changed and you stayed away from him, you were so close and, at the same time, so far away. Away from him, away from his arms.To be honest, Boromir looked for a long time for the reason why you didn’t want to see him anymore, had you seen him in the company of another lady? Did you think he loved someone other than you? Despite the questions in his mind, he had no answers, and could not ask you why you were avoiding him. He was content to ask his brother about you, whom you seemed not to ignore, and this made Boromir jealous. Maybe in the end you loved Faramir and not him? Just that thought made him sad, but he couldn’t do anything, not as long as you kept avoiding him.

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So he decided to see you again, whether you like it or not, he had to know, he needed to know. He had to know how you felt about him, and more importantly, why you were avoiding him. So one evening, as you were leaving the main room, your books in your arms, he stood up and left the room, following you with a silent step. Like a wolf stalking its prey, Boromir followed you until he was far enough away from the room and you and he found yourself in a hallway where only a few guards would pass after dark. As you seemed oblivious to what was going to happen, Boromir went behind you and stuck you against the wall, using his body as a barrier, so that you could not go away. Your heart was pounding when you realized it was he who stopped you from leaving, your greatest fear was that someone would call you together and that guard would go and tell Denethor everything. You were so afraid that you just stared at the stone floor with a frightened air, yet when you heard his voice, you raised your head shyly.

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"Why are you ignoring me y/n?" his voice was calm as the man looked at you, in his eyes glittered a spark that you could not describe. "I’m not ignoring you, Boromir," you said in a calm voice as you looked at her eyes, which suddenly seemed to be filled with sadness. "Don’t lie y/n, you’ve never been good at it." he kept looking at you, he wanted to know why you didn’t want to see him anymore, when you didn’t answer, he sighed before he started talking again. "Tell me why you ignore me, please, did I hurt you?" he spoke softly, lowering his eyes to you, with a sad look. "No, you didn’t hurt me Boromir, you never hurt me, but…" you couldn’t finish your sentence while Boromir spoke in a sad voice. "Do you love my brother? I knew he was always better at love than I was, he was always nicer, more loving than me." His emotional distress made you sad and you gave him a sad smile.

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"I love you Boromir, believe me, you are one of the few interesting and beautiful men in this city," you spoke softly, as your heart was beating rapidly in your chest. As you spoke these words, his eyes began to shine with a new spark. "However, your father forbade me to stand by you, for I am a distraction to you, according to him. And if a guard sees me in your company, my father will be banished from the city and will have to fend for himself outside the city." As you spoke, you could see the rage burning in Boromir’s eyes. So that’s why you were avoiding him, because of his father, he had threatened you, and it pissed Boromir off to the max. Yes, he loved his father, but he absolutely didn’t like him threatening you because of the love you had for him. He leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours before rising. "Stay here, y/n, I have to go see my father, then I’ll meet you in your room". Before you could answer, the man with the brown hair was walking away into the dark hallway, and, uh, he seemed furious. You quickly walked into your room before slamming the door behind you, and the hallway became silent again.

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Boromir walked into his father’s office without knocking, angry, before his father could speak, the man got angry. "What right do you have to threaten y/n? If you want to punish her for the love she has for me, I love her too. And let me be clear, if you dare threaten her again, I will leave this town with her, to make sure you can’t threaten her again." Denethor sighed, as if he had to explain to his 5-year-old son why it was wrong to eat candy before dinner. "She’s a counselor’s daughter, you’re a prince, don’t you see what the problem is? Do I have to explain to you that you are gold and that she is not worth more than mud? Be reasonable Boromir, there are other beautiful women who have a social status that will suit you better than her." While his father hoped that his words would appease his son, his words only enraged him further. "Can’t you understand that I love her, not another woman? that she has my heart?" he breathed, exasperated by the behavior of his father, who seemed unwilling to accept that what he felt for her was true.

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"Do what you want, Boromir, if you are stupid enough to choose her as your wife, do not come back to me if the people of the court mock you because of your choice, and, if you want my opinion, you will fully deserve to be mocked, for you seem to be blind to the love you bear her. Finally, you don’t seem to be any more intellectual than your brother… what did I do in heaven to have two stupid boys? Go away, I don’t want to see you anymore." He was talking about an angry look. Of course Boromir was very happy to obey him and he hurried from his dear father’s office, he hated to see you again. When he came to your room, he knocked gently on the door and when he received a positive response, he entered. You were waiting for him on your bed, sitting down, and you seemed impatient, but the answers could wait the next day, you missed him so much. only the stars knew what happened that night, but you clearly showed all the love you had for him, and as the sun rose, he made you a promise to marry you, no matter whether his father agreed or not.

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So, a few months later, you finally married, and lived your few months of joy together before Boromir was sent to Rivendell by his father. Your farewell was sad, and Boromir made his brother promise to look after you, no matter what. In the short time he travelled with the community, he often told anecdotes about you and your daughter, whom he loved more than anything, and he saw that he loved you. But he died protecting Merry and Pippin from the orcs, in his last moments of life, he asked Aragorn to tell you that he loved you and that he would be with you forever. You met Aragorn when he arrived at Minas Thirit, at the end of the ring war, finally, your daughter met him. She was very curious and when she saw Legolas, she started to follow him and asked him many questions, because he was an Elf and she had never seen one before. You had to go get her and you apologized to the blond-haired elf many times. He simply smiled and said that it did not bother him.So you learned what Boromir had asked Aragorn as he was dying and it filled your heat with joy, he was with you forever

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Thanks you for reading ! My request for Lord of the rings and the house of the dragon are open, so feel free to ask what you want ! Had a good day

#lord of the rings #boromir x reader #boromir x y/n

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I'm still of the belief that Tsu would have made for a better 'rival/counterpart' to Spinner than Shoji, but I'm glad he's gonna get some of that lovely screentime.

A belated enough answer that I have to wonder if you still feel the same, @shockersalvage. XD Tsuyu, though… Man, I wonder what happened with her. Like, she ranked on the first few character polls, and it’s not like she’s fallen into complete obscurity since, but it feels like after Kamino, she’s just had nothing to do. Appearances during school activities, of course, the requisite showing vs. Edgy Deku, but as far as the overarching plot goes, the best she’s been able to do is piggyback on Uraraka’s ongoing plot with Toga, and even there, she’s always showing up halfway through, never around from the start

I wonder if, rather than foiling Spinner in some fashion, she’d be better served to actually be an equal player in the Uraraka/Toga drama. Specifically, one of the problems Uraraka and Toga have is that Toga is just so bad at communicating her feelings in a way Uraraka can grasp, so even though Toga made a real good faith effort to open her heart for Uraraka, Uraraka just got indignant and angry about what sounded to her like claims of unrepentant violence.

Tsuyu, by contrast, is far more level-headed(1) and has, via her middle school friend Habuko, considerable prior experience with someone who acted creepy and predatory and was really bad at communicating, but who ultimately just wanted to be friends. Tsuyu’s emotional intuition was totally on the mark, helped along, I don’t doubt, by an impressive ability to remain calm, rational and observant under pressure. I wonder how Toga’s plot would be looking right now if she’d gone to Tsuyu to ask her question about what these young heroes wanted to do with her?

As to Tsuyu’s actual place in the story, she feels like Hori had a strong idea for her first major plot (being the Lawful voice in the room after the training camp), but, unfortunately for her, that Lawful voice means she’s just very ill-suited to carrying much plot in a genre that deals as much in Trusting Your Gut And Fighting For What’s Right as Shonen Jump battle comics. And anyway, there’s not much point in having a voice that advocates strongly for Following The Rules when your main character will ultimately prove so disinclined to challenge authority.

But, those are just my thoughts on Tsuyu and her current rather reduced presence. I admit I draw a bit of a blank on foiling her with Spinner because I don’t think she and Shouji are hugely different, personality-wise, so I don’t know how much difference it would make, save utilizing a character who’s been more prominent in the story up to this point. She has a less traumatic backstory, for sure, but it’s not like we knew about the extent of Shouji’s horrific childhood back when this ask was originally sent (and sorry again for the delay in answering)!

That said, I’m curious, shockersalvage, what you would do with her to foil her with Spinner! Tell me about your BNHA AU where they’re written as proper foils from the start!

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1: I got an anon ask about this back in March and it's still true: the two most level-headed people in the class are both heteromorphs, and it's entirely possible that that's no coincidence. If anything, it's been made more explicit than ever with Shouji's recent explanation that he wears the mask because he already knows what kinds of conclusions people will jump to if they see his scars.

#bnha #shockersalvage #asui tsuyu #heteromorph discrimination plot #stillness answers

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ash-n-dynamite · 8 months

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Memories

My relationship with my history is complicated. At one point my reality was whatever I wanted to make it. What was truth one day could change the next and still be just as true as the first. I would override and rewrite memories as needed, and my history was ever changing. Backstory details shifted while a few key cornerstones always remained the same. This was the advantage of existing as a daydream.

But when I stepped out of that existence and into the life of a being a member of a system that slowly changed. The longer I was a fictive the more my history solidified. I had to be careful resurfacing memories, because when I did they fixed permanently in place. There wasn't any more rewriting or deciding I was unhappy with something and changing it later.

I became increasingly unhappy the more I remembered. Then I was introduced to false memories and I spiraled, stuck wondering what was real and what was fabricated. But why was I bothered by the idea of fabricated memories when that was all I did when existing in a daydream? I *know* my memories are exo-memories. I know what that means, I'm not fully delusional to that bit of my reality. So again, why am I bothered by false memories? Technically aren't all my memories false? All of them fabricated? Maybe it's because my exo-memories could be much happier than I'm remembering. Maybe I've been robbing myself. That sure would be nice, even if doubtful.

I'm going to return to my thought on cornerstones. While watching Westworld this in particular stuck with me. Hell, as a fictive the entire first season hit me like a truck left and right. There's this idea that there are key parts, or narratives, to you that can't change. No matter how much your story is rewritten your cornerstone remains untouchable. Something when stripped down to your bare bones you'll always be left with. It's what makes you, you. The building blocks of a personality. My source self is kinda my cornerstone. The backstory of Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe is my foundation. I've got my theme of neglectful parents, Bob, rebellious youth, found family, lawlessness, being a leader, and suffering great betrayal. There's more, but the well known things about me and the key points of my history that shaped my character don't change. These "canon" ideas are the things I could never change, even when daydreaming.

These are the exo-memories that matter I wager. Everything else I think I remember is just icing on the cake, and honestly they are likely all false memories. I'll write them down and when I revisit them later I'll think "what the hell was I on?" when the words look unfamiliar and the memory feels like a lie.

I'll get frustrated, then I'll become angry and bitter. I avoid digging for memories because I hate that even the good ones will feel like a made up story in a few short months later on. I still comment on things I remember doing in a past life, it's natural, its unstoppable. But I don't write these down, I don't bother with consistency or trying to recall them again. They are what they are, and I don't allow myself to dwell.

There are things about my past self I feel required to mirror and display in order to remain true to myself. To remain Caledonia Ashe. But truthfully I don't need to. I'm already me, even without doing the things I did back then. It doesn't matter what I can remember or think I remember. I've got my cornerstones dug into me deep, and as I live this very different life those things aren't changing. This is an entirely new story, new history, new body, new everything. But I'm still gonna be the same ol' me. Just like them Host is Westworld.

A big thing I'm doing as a fictive is making myself a life here. I've done a decent job separating myself from source besides keeping a few familiar faces around. I am making sure I move forward and doing that requires I don't waste time worrying about what I remember from my past life being right or wrong. It's been hard, but it's also allowed me to progress and heal. I look down at the serene, sleeping visage of my partner system and know what matters now is the present.

But, I will admit, I still get just the slightest bit envious when I see other fictives or even kin sharing memories. I've made the choice to not dig for mine, so I am left with very little. But seeing others from my source share their history does make me feel a little left out, and a little bit jealous. Even a little bit homesick.

#plural things #fictive #introject #🧨 ashe post

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Fanfic writer ask game: 4, 8, 15, 16, 18

4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

It really rather depends. Writing multi-chapter stories is certainly a lot more stressful (the sad line of my old dropped attempts rather showcase that).

But at the same time my longer stories do bring me bigger amounts of joy I guess. I get INVESTED in them.

But I also love writing short little drabbles that are like me baking a cookie, instead of a line of cakes. So I guess I like writing both, it's just about what I'm in the mood for.

8. What kind of document do you use to you write? Microsoft Word? Google Docs? Straight in the AO3 text box?

No, I'm a true savage, I write straight on Tumblr and make frequent use of 'save as draft' (I have an explanation to this, I used to write more TV show meta posts when I joined the hellsite, and I got so used to this particular font, in this particular size, on this particular background that writing anywhere else gets so distracting I might as well give up).

I do last edits in AO3 drafts though 🥺 that makes everything okay, right?

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

Ugh, the bane of my existence is how when I write and come up with a word that fits, the word somehow gets stuck in my mind and I'll find it used again two paragraphs down. And I don't notice until I do a reread aloud in editing. At which point I tend to google a bunch of synonyms.

Also: 'burst into laughter', 'choked back her tears', 'swallowed past the stone in her throat'. Also also my characters tend to raise their eyebrows and roll their eyes a lot, I think.

16. How long is your longest fic?

31'060 words as of yesterday, She's Come Undone and Set Free. Who knew how invested I'd get into letting Elena be angry; having Caroline dealing with her s1 trauma; making TVD era Rebekah get actual friends; and (most recently) giving Bonnie a properly interesting love interest *cough*Rebekah*cough*. (I already knew I could get invested in Elejah, that one wasn't a surprise).

18. Recommend someone else fic! (And tag them if they have a tumblr!)

This question is confusing but I'll take it to mean I should recommend someone else's fic to everyone who reads this.

Okay. I'm gonna narrow it down to TVD/Legacies fics because that's what I'm recently writing myself and if I don't put some kind of theme limit I'll get a headache.

We Remain by AnonymousObsesser - Elejah, starts during American Gothic and then goes a completely different way (I have read the first three chapters at least 5 times, the Elejah feelings are seriously top-notch).

A Year to Eternity? by @missnmikaelson - Elejah, Klaroline, a bit of Bonnie/Kol, a bit of Handon - Starts out during 5x12 of The Originals. But with TVD had a different ending (Elena isn't married to certain people for example and I love it). Neither Elijah, nor Klaus die because that's stupid (Caroline yells a bunch at Klaus about it, Elena's blood is always the magic cure we should all know this: "To seal the Hollow away we need the willing support of Elena Gilbert." Amusement sparkled in his eyes. "I'm asking about your knees, Nik, because you're about to grovel on them.").

plastic crown by @jennifersminds - Elejah but not as the focus, the focus is Elena runs away from the Salvatores (Rebekah gives her a car, Elena ends up in Vegas, I honestly don't know how to describe it, the story just has a very unique imagery) and tries to build herself back up. Trauma. Vengeance. Female friendship. Strip clubs and slight bit of vampiric serial killing. Oh, just read it, you'll understand.

(I think the three above mentioned fics can probably be blamed for me starting to write She's Come Undone).

tis the season for a kidnapping by @vorpalmuchness - Elejah, Elena gets kidnapped by a couple of idiots whose information is a BIT out of date (they call Elijah and expect gratitude is what I mean, those poor poor morons). And I LOVE it.

being unwanted (and wanting too much); by @natalia-dyer - Post s4 Hizzie, basically Lizzie coming to her great lesbian awakening/acceptance of self as she realizes why none of the guys were ever quite right.

Torn by the hours by @isagrimorie - (if you don't think I absolutely love that fic, you are WRONG, it lives in MY head rent free). Hizzie, with Lizzie waking up in the middle of the battlefield where Hope has pulled a full on massacre because she thought Lizzie was dead? I am RABID for this scene.

(okay, it's possible I overdid it a lil'bit).

#writing #writing asks #ask game #elejah #hizzie #fic recs #isagrimorie #answers #otp: i remember reading that in a letter once #otp: we're in this 'til the bitter end

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re: hard character dev questions, let’s do 4, 14 & 41 for theodora & another character of your choice! maybe someone you think is most unlike her …

Thank you n. for the question and to answer it I'm going with the heir and the spare. Because they might be siblings but Macsen and Theo are not the same they're both built different.

#4 Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know? Fundamentally for both Macsen and Theo, it was their mother's death that caused a seismic shifts in both of them. I've alluded to it but never said it directly or maybe I have, but I have gotten to the point where it's been shown. But Isobel made the active decision not to tell her kids, she was dying. She wanted to make the most of her time and make good memories. She didn't want them to be filled with this looming dread about when she was going to meet her end and so nothing was said until it was no longer avoidable. For both of them it was like being blindsided with the news that your mother is dying and you need to say goodbye now. It's a fucked position to put a teenage boy and small child in but Hamish went along with it because it was his wife's dying wish and so that was it.

Now Macsen loved being the heir because he loved the attention, he was loved and he was lusted after. The world was his but the thing was, he never liked the responsibility part that sucked. While his mom was alive while he was expected to take private lessons on what it meant to be heir and one day future monarch, life wasn't hard. Sometimes you do engagements but mostly live it up because this shit isn't gonna matter for years to come. That changed when his mom died and he realized what it meant to dedicate your life to service. This is the only profession in the world where someone has to die to get promoted. He didn't want to die for this, he doesn't want his dad to die. So for him, he realized he didn't love his country or the crown enough to die and in his cowardice was more then okay to drop the burden on his sister's shoulders.

Theo was eight when her mom died and when she has to think about that day again, she feels bitter almost angry about everything. All those happy members are now tinged with just sadness because it would have been better to know. She understand her parents where trying to protect them but she feels it did the opposite. Her mother's unexpected death has left her with this need to know what's going on. She hates with a passion dishonesty in any flavor but especially when there's lying even by omission because she knows sometimes not saying anything lasting effects on her life especially. It's why she resents Macsen and will never really trust him again. They went through the same pain of being left out of the loop but he was willing to do it himself again to her because he couldn't handle the pressure of his birthright and felt the need to jump ship leave the burden on her shoulders and she just really fucking hates the fact he just couldn't be honest with her.

They're both stuck with this idea of a stiff upper lip and so the people and those around them, either assume their mother's death effected them or that they're handling it very well but everyone knows that they've experienced loss on a global stage.

#14 Does your character remember names or faces easier? If Theo can remember your face the odds are high she'll remember your name. Macsen always remembers a face and the names of those that were nice him and the things you might have given him. This is more in his personal life, he likes presents so really he'll remember you if you gave him something.

#41 Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first? Macsen is not the person to have a conversation about privilege with because he just doesn't get it and probably won't mostly by choosing to remain ignorant. He never had a hard time enjoying the spoils of being the heir to a powerful throne. He fucking loved it and if it wasn't for the fact he'd have to be king one day, he would have stayed the heir forever. Because he loves being loved. However since his choice to give it all up and the fact people aren't necessarily all that happy with him, it hurts and he is jealous that all the love and admiration belongs to his little sister now. He really don't understand much less think he deserves everyone's ire for deciding to chose a path for himself. Shouldn't they be happy for him?

Unlike her brother, Theo is not nearly self absorbed enough to believe she deserves everything she has This is because she won the lottery, this life is result of a game of chance. She knows she doesn't actually deserve this but this is her life and so she might as well make the most of it and do what she can to do something of actual note. When it comes to be the first in line for the throne, she knows she doesn't deserve it. It's not even hers, but it is now. It keeps her up at night what it means to be the heir and sometimes she thinks it's gonna crush her because it wasn't hers to begin with but it is now. I don't think she'll ever think she earned her life much less the throne. She was just there and circumstances changed leaving her the unfortunate chosen one for the role.

#trhor asks #ask game #thanks for the question #the are the opposite sides of the same fucked up coin #theo rutherford kerr #theo hc #macsen rutherford kerr #macsen hc #tw mentions of death

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alright, i decided that what I'm gonna do is instead of liveblogging and making like a hundred posts that are at risk of getting reblogged totally out of context by other people, i'm gonna make two main posts that cover my thoughts on westworld season 4. one that covers the first 4 episodes, and one sometime after the season finale airs for the remaining 4. bearing in mind that these were written on reaction after seeing each episode for the first time unless otherwise noted, so likely not everything is going to be completely accurate

THE AUGURIES

I’m gonna guess the William we’re seeing with these guys at Hoover Dam is Host William whom we last saw at the end of Season 3 slitting human William’s throat, but even though that was the case I don’t think the real William is dead yet. I know I did the first time I ever saw the s3 finale but I changed my mind later. I really don’t believe Charlotte would let him die that easily. She would want him to suffer.

Upon seeing Christina my immediate thoughts are: WHO ARE YOU BEAUTIFUL MYSTERY WOMAN??? She’s not Dolores but she’s not not Dolores if you know what I’m saying. The parallels are too numerous for her to not be some version of Dolores.

My first thought from the trailers was maybe she was an original human who existed before the park was created, one whom Dolores’s likeness was based on, but I quickly discarded that idea. After seeing the New York City setting, a lot of the things in her world look far more technologically advanced than a lot of the things and designs we saw in season 3 so I’m pretty sure this takes place quite some time in the future.

My best guess is Christina is either reborn from Prime!Dolores’s erased pearl or from one of her other copies last season.

I’m… gonna assume that there is Something up with Maya because the fact that she is currently serving as little more than “perpetually tired roommate whose main purpose in life is to find someone to get Christina laid” just feels…off. Like yeah I know sometimes Westworld’s minor characters DO kinda wind up being no more than props rather than believable characters but that usually has a kind of vibe around it where you can intuit that the writer doesn’t consciously know they’re writing the character that way. Maya feels more like she was intentionally written like this and I’d bet there’s an explanation waiting to be revealed. If not then I’m gonna be giving the Westworld writers some very disapproving looks.

Most of the phones and tablets and display screens looking like nothing more than small glass rectangles makes me irrationally angry. It would be so hard to read anything off that.

I have always felt Maeve wants nothing more than to live a simple, peaceful life where she gets to be truly free, but the thing is, I imagined that as an endgame thing where she has her daughter with her (and maybe Hector but...probably not) and there would be no one threatening to take that away from her ever again. Surprised to learn she’s apparently spent quite a while living alone in her memories.

From the looks of things, she and Caleb destroyed another Rehoboam (An older version? Or just another node of the same one Caleb erased?) but it didn’t end well. Incidentally this is giving me major flashbacks to last season with Caleb’s memory of Francis dying. buuut i’m sure he’s fine.

OOH OKAY I DON’T COMPLETELY TRUST THIS TRANSITION BETWEEN CHARACTERS THEN?? IF YOU JUST GO MMKAY SO CALEB WAS BLEEDING OUT IN MAEVE’S MEMORIES... BUT HE’S FINE NOW LOOK HERE HE IS SEE?? THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS TO BE. I’M NOT FALLING FOR THAT AGAIN.

He is…still a construction worker? It seems like Caleb is right back where he started last season… and the world doesn’t look like the post-apocalyptic nightmare everybody thought it would become. It has apparently been 7 years since the fall of Rehoboam.

His coworker Jo thinks they’re actually worse off for having a revolution in the first place. Humans, being humans, means that many probably didn’t see the bigger picture, so they flat out banned robots and artificial intelligence. I feel like that wasn’t Caleb’s idea so he might’ve lost his leadership role or something?? He seems a bit annoyed by this hot take on the war and honestly I don’t blame him.

CALEB HAS A FAMILY NOW OH MY GOD I LOVE AND WOULD GLADLY LAY DOWN MY LIFE TO PROTECT THE NICHOLS FAMILY FORGET WHATEVER I SAID ABOUT NOTHING CHANGING

The only problem is...this doesn’t quite feel…real...

UWADE: “She’s seven, Caleb. Thanks to you, her hobbies are sugar and violence.” Shoutout to my dad’s quality reaction here: “Okay so what you’re saying is, she *has* hobbies.”

Uwade doesn’t really seem to care why Caleb is so stuck in the past which is a little disappointing. Well, I think she cares as in, she clearly wants him to be happy and at peace and it hurts to see that he’s not, but she really gets on him about the war being over and saying he needs to move on and act like a real father and it just feels like she is a touch hasty to brush off Caleb’s PTSD as little more than an annoying habit.

Obviously it’s NOT good that his fears are rubbing off on Frankie’s world of innocence but... he already knows he needs to move on. I think what he doesn’t know is *how* to move on. Because half Caleb’s entire life has been trauma on top of trauma and people telling him “you need to move on” and then never actually helping him move on because he wasn’t meant to be able to.

I'm sure Caleb would’ve absolutely chosen to go with Maeve no matter what the real reason was, but I’d like to think that in addition to this being the only way he feels he can protect Uwade and Frankie, he also wants to protect Maeve. While he knows injury and death aren’t as big a threat to the hosts as they are to him, he knows that they aren’t completely invulnerable or immortal. And Maeve is a friend. Caleb historically hasn't had a lot of friends, but the ones he has made are people he values very highly.

I relate to Christina on a personal level because I too am a writer who spends most of my time writing background characters in genres where very few people really put a lot of stock in them.

Ramin Djwadi’s arrangement of Video Games is one of the prettiest, most mesmerizing and heartbreaking pieces of music I’ve heard. Everything about the cinematography and editing in this scene just cinches it too. Christina’s pitch, Frankie practicing her aim and remembering her dad isn’t there to see her hit the target, Teddy stepping out in the dark and looking up at Christina and the camera panning around him as the music swells. “I want a story with a happy ending.” ;-; ;-;

WELL ENOUGH ALONE

Clementine was really just out there living her best life in a sunny yellow dress at a quaint lil marketplace in mexico and I loved that for her. She looked so happy! So free! I’m sorry Host William had to go and ruin that for her :(

Caleb and Maeve are giving off such a buddy comedy vibe during this car scene. I love that as of this we have no real idea how they became such good friends since we didn’t really get to see any of the war but we just get to roll with it. They’re besties

I love the aesthetic of this horse barn but all I really remember is seeing the behind the scenes footage where the creative team said it was an interesting conversation because they were like “okay, we’re gonna have some dead horses here” to the rangers and I can only imagine that if you say something like this on the set of Westworld it will be perceived not as a threat, but a promise.

I love the way Clementine turns away the justice department guy when she gets brought back as Hale and William’s minion. He might be one of the more powerful guys in the country, but he still can’t get through Delos security to speak to their CEO without an appointment.

I need this vice president guy to cool it with all the idioms. Humanity has evolved past the need for idioms.

“I don’t think that language would play very well with your base. I’m what you’d call ‘neurodivergent’.” I…well…I guess that’s one way you could put it.

I swear to god, this scene in the speakeasy sounded like Caleb was implying he and Maeve had sex at the lighthouse.

But the thing is, shortly after watching this episode, I stumbled on a couple of reviews that claim there is no romantic or sexual aspect to this partnership in the slightest. They say Maeve and Caleb work well together because they share similar traits and their dedication to their respective daughters is the same and they respect each other as equals.

So unfortunately those same reviews also claim that in s3 Dolores’s only interest in Caleb was to manipulate him into joining her cause and pretending to be someone she wasn’t around him. And that is a popular take I strongly disagree with so like. I don’t really want to believe it because that’s not how I saw that at all.

It is weird though because I am generally someone who doesn't pick up subtle romantic or sexual hints as in, I will not see it at all unless I'm told, very obviously, that it exists. Like. not to get all personal but one time, a guy I knew in high school randomly started messaging me out of the blue. I think any normal person would've gone "he wants something" whereas I was like "oh, a friend!" and I only figured it out like 2 weeks later he was trying to sext and then manipulate me into becoming his girlfriend.

Anyway, moving on. My other theory is that after Caleb got shot, Maeve felt partly responsible for his near-death experience and sent herself into exile because she thought it would be safer that way. Caleb maybe felt like Maeve had abandoned him solely because the war was over and he wasn’t useful anymore and maybe that’s why he looks so hurt when she kind of shrugs off his question as “we got on with our lives.”

It actually feels pretty on-brand for Caleb that talking about almost dying and trying to put the past behind him but never really being able to do so might actually be a much more awkward conversation to have than a conversation about having sex would be. Or so one would think.

I wish I had more to say about Christina honestly but I simply do not have a clue what is going on in her world. Everyone seems awfully nonchalant and dismissive about the fact that she witnessed a suicide. Almost like it was expected, in a way?

Remember what I said previously, about believing Hale wouldn't just let William die so easily? I feel pretty satisfied because that's exactly how that worked out. She put him in cryosleep and it looks like she just wakes him up periodically to gloat.

ANNÉES FOLLES

For the Sublime being presented as a kind of host heaven I have to say Bernard’s journey into the worlds of his choosing didn't look like a particularly pleasant experience if he got stuck looping through his memories. Poor Bernard.

Then again, maybe it never would be pleasant for any sort of human consciousness and since Bernard is partially a red pearl maybe that’s why his interpretations are weird. Maybe host consciousness is fundamentally different because their minds don’t feel bound to death of the physical body as a permanent end the way human minds do.

What I really want to know is exactly how Stubbs managed to fix himself up. Last time we saw him he was bleeding out in a bathtub full of ice and didn’t look like he was in any sort of condition to move. I know he wasn’t gonna stay there for like 30 years or however long it has been since we last saw the boys but still. It would be nice to know what happened.

I am living for all of the Caleb & Maeve in The Golden Age parallels to William & Logan in Westworld. All of the subversions as well.

Caleb: about to pick up the can Maeve, who was thoroughly done with this park’s shit before they even got off the train: “Do *not* pick that up.”

GSKALJLHD okay yeah I felt like it was unlikely we would see ERW playing Dolores in this 1920s world considering it is all an elaborate trap. But knockoff Dolores and Teddy look fun.

The way Maeve refers to the guests and human Delos employees as “They” while talking to Caleb... (“Oh, they spare no expense on their prisons.” / “They’ve made a few changes, but the story’s the same.”) … I thought it was suggesting that he might not be human after all. But in this context it seems to be because Maeve respects Caleb and she wants to give him the dignity of not being associated with these rich folks.

I am absolutely dying at this woman who talks about finding a deeper level of the game. I think her name is Deborah?? I love Deborah

Also dying at Bernard knowing everything that has to happen in a very specific sequence of events and Stubbs just being like What. the fuck. are you talking about buddy. Triple dying at Stubbs casually enjoying a tuna melt and listening to Blondie while Bernard is kicking ass outside bc that’s a mood.

I’m betting Frankie’s HAM radio setup belongs to Caleb and what I find interesting is that none of it looks very modern in the context of Westworld’s universe. I may once again be reading too much into nothing but this could be a result of Caleb’s “paranoia” in that he did not want to be subject to police-state level surveillance again and maybe using older radios would have been the only way to make sure there were no wiretaps built in while still providing a reliable way of staying in contact during an emergency?? Or something like that

We saw Maeve attempting to use her powers to tune a radio to what appeared to be a specific frequency in 4.01 right before she accidentally caused a region-wide power outage. Going off the context that she was remembering an unseen mission with Caleb at a lighthouse, I wonder if she was trying to make contact with him.

Aurora Perrineau’s character also appears to have a HAM radio mounted on the dashboard of her vehicle. This may be a serious reach on my behalf but, might she be a grown-up version of Frankie? The way her scenes are sandwiched between Maeve & Caleb’s adventure and Frankie’s struggle seems like it could be suggesting she’s Frankie in the future and the condemned lands her organizations hides out in could be where the 20s park used to be.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard more distinct “something bad is about to happen to this guy” words than when Carver told Frankie he was gonna teach Bear Bear some self defense and then walked off alone toward the house. Admittedly I completely missed it on my first watch because I had to turn my back to the TV for like 15 seconds to grab something from the kitchen. When I got back, my dad, who was only half paying attention because he also got distracted by something, told me “there’s something wrong with Bear Bear, the guy got him dirty or something and the kid was looking at him like something’s not right.” He didn’t tell me the dirt looked like blood, so I was like “oh...maybe they put a tracking device or nanny cam in Bear Bear in case Frankie tries to run away?” It would’ve been much easier to figure out if I had actually heard Carver say his dead man words and then seen the obvious BLOOD smeared on the bear 2 minutes later

LMAO THE WAY THEY TURNED THE FIRST UNDERGROUND LEVEL INTO PART OF THE GAME. I would love to know why Hale signed off on this

CALEB: Dolores? MAEVE: I believe she was going by “Wyatt” in this phase. I saw somebody ask how Caleb would know this at all. I have no idea but I’m choosing to believe that he simply has not forgotten what Dolores’s murder strut looks like.

Actually wait, it doesn’t surprise me that Hale would include a level where the massacre is part of the game. This park itself is a trap, so why not lure the humans further into it by letting them think the hosts are rebelling against them? Even though in reality it’s all part of the plan and they’re not actually saving anyone.

Wait, wait wait wait but…if Frankie and Uwade didn’t get captured by Hale, how was she able to make a host that looks like Frankie? Where did she get that data from?

Okay so, I have always believed that Caleb is human, even in the face of certain other fans belittling me and telling me season 3 “obviously” takes place in Futureworld or in the Sublime or it’s all on a different simulation in Rehoboam’s mind or whatever other unreality could be conjured up. And…idk like. They’re allowed to believe what they want to believe, and I’m allowed to believe what I want to believe. I just personally never really liked the idea that Caleb was secretly a host for all of last season when it felt like the whole purpose of Incite controlling everything was trying to show that our world had been subjected to a lot of the same practices as Delos’s hosts were. Anyway, I know they can’t see me here but who’s laughing now bitch?

Actually, it’s not me, I’m very distraught… but… at least now we know he’s human.

GENERATION LOSS

Like I said about episode 2, when Maeve said she wanted to show Caleb what freedom looks like while he was bleeding out on the beach with a gunshot wound to the torso… I thought that was going in a totally different direction than the one it took.

Speaking of the direction it took, though, Maeve’s freedom is being with her daughter and living a simple, peaceful existence together and I think that is just beautiful.

This isn’t a Westworld-specific gripe, more so a TV/movie magic trend in general but. If you are in a situation where a ton of glass shatters into a million pieces and then you can see hundreds of little crystallized chunks of tempered glass on the ground and you have not been impaled by any of it, you are probably not going to find a long, clear shard of razor sharp plate glass in the mix. I know, blah blah blah, I’m watching a dark science-fiction TV show about androids and I don’t expect it to be 100% realistic. I’m just saying.

I have complicated feelings about Teddy and let me just say that they are not being helped by me still having almost zero clue what is going on in Christina's world. Is this the Sublime? Is this a world of Teddy's choosing?? We just don't know.

I’m not sure I understand what Maeve was saying about facing human mortality. Hasn’t she already seen how delicate human lives are? Or is this different because Caleb was in a coma and Maeve has specifically never seen that before?

I find myself a little confused as to how the lethality of wounds works for hosts who are no longer bound to the parks or have built up a certain tolerance level. Maeve was shot multiple times in the season 3 finale and shrugged it off like it was nothing. But she got shot once in the shoulder last episode and it temporarily took her down although she recovered pretty quickly. Fighting the Host in Black, she gets thrown to the ground and it clearly hurts her considerably, as she limps away afterward to try and rescue Caleb. In this episode, she takes a shotgun blast to the heart and it almost completely incapacitates her. Right after that she gets stabbed with a knife which HiB seems pretty confident is something that will kill her. So now… I have questions.

Ah, so C is Frankie all grown up! I got at least 2 predictions right for this episode. I'm calling that a hot streak!

Alright, remember how I said last episode I was relieved to find out Caleb was still a human? I’m actually perfectly okay with him dying and being brought back as a host at this point, if that is indeed what is happening. My first idea was that he’s still alive and Hale is just fucking with his mind by making him believe he died and she turned him into a host, but…After Caleb realizes where he really is and what Hale is doing, he develops a slight stutter in some of his dialogue and movement tics that are really similar to what we saw in the James Delos fidelity trials, albeit less severe. And I feel like he wouldn’t have that if he was still a human.

So for now I think I’m gonna work off the assumption that Hale isn’t lying. Might be a mistake to do so, I guess we’ll find out!

If this really IS the case, I still wonder what exactly she wants with Caleb? She started out her plan by trying to kill him. Then she appeared to switch to trying to capture him alive instead, turning him into her pet. But then she ordered other infected guests to attack and he got stabbed by one of them, and then later on her men gunned him down without a second thought. And then after all that she brought him back so… What does she want with him? Does she still need him for something? Is she just tormenting him for sport?

#* i'm an underachiever / ooc.#\W/ spoilers #westworld spoilers #long post #i guess meta tag too??#* big data compiles information on everybody / meta.#okay to reblog #why you would want to is beyond me but. this post? is fair game #even if i forgot to put the okay tag on it oops

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dire-kumori · 1 year

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Okay so I do this thing when watching horror movies where, when a character does something incredibly stupid, I'll think "this idiot has dumb bitch disorder fr", yk, as a stupidly unfunny joke. When said character CONTINUES to do painfully stupid things, I'll just roll my eyes and decide "fine, if you're going to continue to be stupid and stress me out, then your last name is Dumbbitch now."

That information is important because OH MY GOD DOES EVER AFTER EVAN NEED TO CHANGE HIS LAST NAME. this dummy passing out MULTIPLE TIMES during his fnaf experience is giving me SO MUCH ANXIETY. he is sooooo dumb, I'm gonna need to come up with a third tier in my "dumb bitch" rating because the STRESS IS TOO MUCH. I felt like I was having an out of body experience reading his interaction with the Marionette from how terrified for him I was and how expertly you captured the suspense and quiet horror of the moment. I sincerely cannot stress this enough when I say: OH MY GOD.

I was so hyped for the Cassidy and Evan team up and it did not disappoint! What a beautiful blend of comedy and unsettling foreshadowing. And then i was SCREAMING when you ended their little duo on that cliffhanger, but I didn't even have time to be upset about the cliffhanger because you IMMEDIATELY followed it up with that emotional gutpunch of young Evan being traumatized.

"That same horrific moment played in his mind over and again. Grasping the sheet. Expecting to find his brother and coming face to face instead with a corpse." "For four glorious days he’d had the ideal big brother he’d always dreamt of, and he’d been too much of a coward to let himself enjoy it." "Clutching the Walkman he gasped, dry sobs wracked his body as his lips silently formed the words ‘it’s not fair’ over and over and over…" "If only Michael had just gone on being a bully. At least then it wouldn't have hurt..."

^ my only response to those lines is DIRE YOU AWFUL, AWFUL PERSON, YOU ABSOLUTE MANIAC, WHYYYYYYYYY MUST YOU WOUND ME SO

Like I was only partway through this chapter when my roommate came up to me and tried talking about something, and I had to be like "respectfully, can we continue this conversation after I finish this chapter. I'm literally begging you."

And i absolutely need you to know that I was just reading your ending notes on that chapter when my roommate inquired about whether they could ask me a question about the research paper they're writing. And then I was friggin half-crying as I said "umm, I'm currently emotionally devastated by the fanfic chapter I just read, but go ahead."

My roommate literally just looked up at me from behind their laptop and asked "....are you okay? (Me: no) ...do you need a hug? (Me: no) .... Drugs to make it hurt less [/j]? (Me: ...no)."

That chapter was so beautifully horrific, I'm both in awe of you and angry at you for this fresh new trauma. I'm literally still misty-eyed with a gaping, aching hole in my chest as I type out this ask :')

(I was able to get a hold of myself and help my roomie with their paper if you were curious. Twas the hardest thing I've done in my life, but I managed. Mostly.)

I had to go have a lie down for a moment after reading this. You're killing me, Kats. You're gonna kill me with kindness.

That is, if you don't kill me with pain first because those last two Saffron Pawn posts turned my heart into confetti. And then you hopped into my inbox to set what remained on fire. You monster (affectionate).

To be fair, Evan's already changed his name once, he can do it again. It's funny that you described it as having an out of body experience because...

You 🤝 Mike -> being stressed out by Evan's reckless disregard for his own safety.

Also you 🤝 Mike -> having out of body experiences.

...I'll stop now.

I'd say I'm sorry for the emotional devastation, buuuut I'm not, lol. Honestly, I was a little bit anxious about the reception to the second part. I'm always so impressed with how well you portray strong and painful emotions in your writing, so I feel like I'm being acknowledged by a grandmaster. Also, sorry, but I'm just kind of cackling over the mental image of your roommate looking at you confused while you sob over your computer (and since you look like Gregory in my head, the image is extra funny).

Lmao, I'm glad you were able to help your roommate with their schoolwork in the end. Danke schoen for your kind words, and for the cardiac arrest!

#ask #lonelyfreddles #I started typing this last night so the 'last two' Saffron Pawn posts may not be the last two anymore #but after reading the ones about Peepaw being The Worst (tm)#I want to send adult Cassidy with a machete after him

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Idk about you but I'm in mood for some angst

Sun, Moon, Freddy and Monty (sperate) with Reader that got fired? Maybe they tried to find out what Vanessa/Vanny were doing and when she found out, she lied to the boss and somehow got Reader fired? How would the animatronics react?

Also Reader was like a long time employee so being there almost since the start of the pizzaplex they were really close with animatronics

And if 4 is too many characters then you can skip Monty

Ooooo an angst prompt is always refreshing to see >:)

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Sun

"Fired??? No, no, no!! That can't be right at all! [Y/n] hasn't done a single thing wrong in their life!! Why would they be fired??"

"Well..they were caught screwing with your arcade game. Now it's got some creepy glitch of yourself and we can’t get rid of it.” Vanessa explains. “I had to report it to my boss and..they said tampering with electronics here is cause for immediate termination. Even I had no idea about that till now.”

“S-So..I can’t even say goodbye to [y/n]??”

“No. They already packed and left.”

His mechanical heart is broken.

All over a silly arcade machine??? Even if Sun was the boss he’d never in a million years fire you for a dumb reason like that!

He’s so close to crying but Vanessa gently reminds him there are kids in the daycare still.

“Don’t get hysterical. Just do your job and attend to their needs. It’s what [y/n] would want you to do, Sunny.” She mocks the nickname you gave to the attendant. One that’s stuck since day one.

Moon

Vanessa tells him the same lie she told Sun.

And he just stares at her.

“What?”

“You heard me. [Y/n]’s no longer employed here.”

He thinks that’s bullshit..until he searches the entire mall and doesn’t find you anywhere. Even your office is empty, with none of your possessions remaining.

All he finds on the desk is a note addressed to him:

I’m sorry, Moony. They fired me. Please don’t think any of this was your fault. Take good care of all the kiddos, okay? I’ll see you in my dreams -[Y/N]

Moon is devastated..and angry.

He knew Vanessa lied to get you fired. Like him, you were catching on. Finding out who she really was. And she panicked and got you punished to cover her tracks.

He’s gonna keep a closer eye on her from then on.

If he had it his way, she would’ve gone missing already.

Freddy

Although he’s sad to see you were fired, he wonders why Vanessa didn’t sound disappointed but rather..relieved?

He’s not one to be suspicious. So he gives her the benefit of the doubt and thinks you two had some nasty conflict that impacted her ability to do her job.

Then again..he’s never heard you complain about any of your coworkers.

He’ll miss you a lot. You’ve been working at the Pizzaplex since the day of his band’s debut.

Sure he’s formed many friendships with the human staff, but you were such a joy to be around--keeping the show going and making sure everyone has a good time.

Vanessa never did tell him why you got fired on the spot.

He can’t imagine you’d do anything bad enough to warrant that..

It’s something he thinks about for a while.

Every time he passes your abandoned office or wherever you used to work at in the Pizzaplex, he thinks of you and what you could’ve done wrong.

Monty

You were just adjusting his emotional parameters in parts & services when you were suddenly called to your boss’ office..then Vanessa comes in half an hour later to tell him the news.

And he nearly breaks his restraints in rage.

“You’re lying!!”

“Management believes [y/n] had a role in the events leading to Bonnie’s decommission. They tampered with his code and that could’ve made him hostile that night. We couldn’t risk anything happening to you so they were terminated immediately.”

“NO! We were cool! [Y/n] wouldn’t do somethin’ like that to us! I broke Bonnie!!! ME!! Terminate me for all I care!!”

“Nice try, but you didn’t. You were due to replace him anyway. Now wait here while we bring in the new guy.”

Unfortunately, said new guy can’t even get past the cylinder opening without Monty going absolutely berserk, demanding to see you and only you.

Since then, no one’s been able to bring him in for maintenance, hence his trademark temper spiraling out of control.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #fnaf vanessa #angst #headcanons

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raidenshogunmommy · 2 years

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"You thought this was real?"

Here it is!! The not awaited— my first fanfic on tumblr!!! I'm gonna actually use this blog omg.

Lmao Imma break hearts today

Tags: drabble, genshin impact, character×gn!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: reader gets betrayed, mentions of s€lf h@rm in Scara's part, NOT PROOF READ!

Characters: Scaramouche, Yae Miko (seperate)

Sypnosis: they were just using you all along. Everything special you thought you had with them was all just a lie. Or was it?

Also, scara continuation here and a seperate pt2 with more characters.

Scaramouche

You stare at him in complete horror. Surely...surely, he was just playing some sort of cruel joke on you...right?

"Are you really that surprised? Did you actually expect me to fall in love?" He scoffs.

"I—" You begin but get cut off by him as tears well up in your eyes.

"I was fucking created by a psycho god! My existence is not even human if you think about it. Feelings? Love? Yeah right! You really are naive aren't you? I still can not believe I was made to put up with someone as pathetic as you. The Tsaritsa sure had her fun making me act the part of the loving boyfriend." He sighs in pure frustration.

You choke on the sob you were trying your hardest to control and your knees give out from under you. So, you were just a puppet in the fatui's masterplan, and he was just sent in to do his job. You didn't mean shit to him. And he told you as such. Deciding to remain silent as the stream of endless tears roll down your face, your gaze shifts as you watch him leave, he just gives you one last cold exprionless look and turns around leaving you crying on the floor, because he really couldn't care less now that his job was done.

That is what he wants himself and you to think, but he finds himself digging the knife that was meant to kill you into the the skin of his own arm after making sure you were out of sight. He couldn't finish his job in the end, after all he put you and himslelf through.

Yae Miko

She chuckles in amusement watching you make a fool of yourself, trying to reason with her after your entire world came crashing down when those words left her pretty lips– the ones you loved to kiss, the ones that always made you smile, the ones now causing your torment.

"Now that I'm finally done with you, I can rest easy. Being with you was like having to force myself to breathe." She flashes you a close eyed smile.

You wanted to be angry with her. You wanted to scream at her to explain herself– to ask her why you? If you were so insufferable why did she stay with you for so long? Why did she lead you on for a whole year? Was she really that good an actress?

You didn't want to believe her. But she was making it painfully hard to not, she was so convincing. It didn't seem as though she changed or she was lying but she didn't sound genuine either. But then again, that is how she always sounds. Even her smile was the same as ever, there really was no figuring her out.

A mess of emotions, you try to muster the courage to look at her without breaking, but as soon as her unchanged calm and mischivious violet hues meet your own gaze for the nth time, you start bawling like a fool. Blubbering out incomprehensible speech, you can't put up a show in front of her, even if that was all she ever did.

Her eyes turn cold at the sight of you crying. She refuses to explain herself. All you know is that you were used. All you knew is that she never loved you. All you know is that she was throwing you away.

"You always did look better weeping, it makes you appear the way you truly are. Utterly pitiful." Her tone was laced with bitterness as she watched you, her stare transfixed on your glistening cheeks.

"I-is..th-that...all you...needed t-to say?" You stutter out between sobs, trying to pull yourself together.

"Yes." She replies without hesitance. Already starting to make her exit.

In your mind you curse yourself for letting that be the last thing you chose to say, as all your memories together flash across.

And just like that it was all over.

Yae closes the door behind in a quick motion before covering her mouth hurriedly and running away. She can not be seen like this. Especially by you. Not anymore.

She apologizes to you in her head, but she can't stick around to be your girlfriend anymore.

I don't have any idea wtf that was supposed to be.

#yae miko #genshin drabbles #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #yae miko x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact scenarios #angst #genshin fanfic #gn! reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #fanfic

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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How about Yanderes! Glamrock Freddy and Sun/Moon with a reader, who notices the way their animatronic friends act differently around them. And she decides to quit her job without telling the yanderes. Will there be persecution, how would they react???

𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 -> 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕤

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>Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach

>Characters: Glamrock Freddy, Sundrop, Moondrop

>Warnings: Yandere behaviour, Murder, Unhealthy and Toxic mindset, Stalking, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Drugging

>Type Of Content: Reaction

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•I am not good at writing escape plans and all the big stuff so bear with me- also I assume all 3 of them are yanderes at the same time for you correct? Please say yes or I'm gonna die from embarrassment

•I didn't have much idea for these because escape plans? I do not know but I'm just testing the waters XD

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-> You weren't stupid -you liked to think you weren't- so it didn't take long for you to notice the strange behaviour of the animatronics you worked with.

-> Although Freddy was really nice and always tended to your needs, it became overbearing, it was like he wanted to control and know your every move, because to him you didn't know any better. What was frustrating is how Freddy expected you to be okay with his behaviour no matter what "What do you mean superstar? I'm just trying to help you, your saftey comes first."

-> Sun was the same, but in his case he wanted every second of your attention to be on him, you barely got any work done when you had to work with Sun, not to mention how he acted like it should be normal for you to always look and pay attention to him "Sunshine! Come with me! You've payed enough attention to those papers so look at me now!"

-> In contrast to Sun, Moon didn't want your attention on him but his attention was on you instead, everytime lights went out you could guess Moon was somewhere watching over you, and when you interacted with him, he didn't try to hide it and even taunted you for it "What's wrong Starlight? Is our behaviour putting you off? Don't worry, it's for your own good~ I'm sure you'll understand one day~"

-> "Alright. I'll quit." You decided one day, already had choosen a good place in the next city where you could stay at and secured a job at a family member's shop, all you had to do was for everything to be finished without any of the animatronics knowing about it.

-> Although you tried to remain the same at work, your behaviour was different, the closer the date for your move came, the happier you got. Freddy and Sun were glad for you, Moon was the only one who might've noticed that it was weird, but he didn't put his finger on you quitting.

-> So when you did, you left one heartbroken animatronic, an angry one and an amused one behind.

-> Freddy would be devastated. You quit!? Someone made you do it, definitely. Were you getting blackmailed or held against your will? He might try going against his protocol and hack in to any system he could to find you.

-> Sun is panicking, he's screaming when he's finally off work, blaming literally anything that moves and coming off with terrible scenarios that could have happened to you- were you dying!? Was that why you quit!? So you wouldn't make him sad!? Why wouldn't you tell him!?

-> Moon on the other hand is trying to calm him down and once he's in control he'll finally realize what happened, you had been planning this? You naughty little thing... He'll probably do the same as Freddy and try to sneak into anything so he could get any clue on where you were.

-> Now Freddy and the sun and moon duo definitely didn't like each other before but luckily for the three, only Sunny is against them working together "How dare someone else go after [Y/N]-" "Quiet down." Moon sees it as a faster way to get you back and Freddy just wants to ensure your saftey -of course he'll take you from them once he sees you-

-> At most it will take a month for them to find you, although Sun will be more erratic he'll TRY his best to remain calm infront of the kids and once lights go out and the Pizzaplex closes, Moon and Freddy will try to sneak out and find as much information as they could on you, with most likely violent methods.

-> You'd be living your life, your guard lowered until you're found by one of them who got a secret lead:

-> If Freddy finds you first you're going to pass out. He'll probably hug you so tightly with worry and concern "[Y/N], I was so worried! I'm sure you must've been scared out here." I think Freddy will know -And deny- that you left on your own, he's going to keep you so close you won't be able to choke a word out or do anything "But it's alright now, I've come here to save you, my superstar." And once you're taken back, you're never coming back out.

-> Even if Freddy will convince himself that it wasn't your fault and you didn't leave on your own, he's going to keep an eye out on you, making sure to know your every move, that that those pesky daycare attendants never find you, Sunny will soon crack when he doesn't find you and get himself and moon decommissioned if he causes another accident. Freddy will make sure there are no threats in the Mega Pizzaplex to keep you safe, and make sure you never want to leave.

-> You're always kept on a tight shift from where you move to when, although Freddy still acts sweet -If you're being nice- he will never truly trust you again, he'll find it suspecious you staying in one corner for too long, if he has enough time he might switch the places where you stay, it might be risky if you get adapted to one environment that was ways of escaping "Superstar what are you doing? You know you're not allowed there."

-> If it was Sun you'll immediatly get your legs broken from how excited he got, he squeezed you too much "Heh~ did you have fun playing outside without me? How mean of you, sunshine but it's alright! I know just how to get rulebreakers to behave." He'll hug you, making sure you learn your lesson that running away is never a good thing. You'll be dragged back to the Pizzaplex and a very special room Sun and Moon designed.

-> Sun will finally be back to normal and have you by his side, he doesn't know what to do with Freddy and doesn't care, maybe work to decommission him or cause a problem on Freddy's system but Sun is too annoyed to think straight. So he'll mostly spend his time with you, making sure to teach you all the rules you need to know once you come back.

-> If you try fighting back, Sun might accidentally -or not- break another bone on you, or hurt you in worse ways, of course he'll apologize but he'll never truly mean it, in his mind it's completely deserved from what you did and from leaving them. He'll never let it go and is deeply hurt by it so his emotions are going to be haywire even after you're back, he might not even make you feel better, just leave you in agonizing pain and save you last minute "Dewdrop just give up, I'm not going to help you feel better until you say you love me!"

-> If Moon found you first he won't catch you immediatly. He'll taunt you in the middle of the night, sneak into your room and do the most before revealing yourself "You like being naughty, huh starlight, how much FUN we'll have once we go back~" He's going to make sure you're awake for every little thing he says, to from how he'll punish you to what you'll end up doing in that little room of theirs that they made for you.

-> He'll forcefeed you the moon candies to make you go to sleep so he can deal with Freddy, maybe do something to get his casing on another endo skeleton and if not just replace him with Monty as the Gator always wanted.

-> Once Moon gets some alone time with you, he'll keep you close to him, not in the clingy or protective way, he's always with you if he doesn't have work, and when he does you've been forced to sleep. He might snap one day and let out all that anger and frustration on you, Moon likes to think of himself as very composed, but he can be worse than Sun when it comes to punishments "Oh, looks like I made a mess out of you~ don't worry starlight, you won't die. I won't let you escape from me that easily~"

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere glamrock freddy #yandere sundrop #yandere moondrop #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere reactions

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