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save-the-villainous-cat · 12 days

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ruthless hero who destroys everyone verbally, doesnt take shit + chatty villain who just grins and loves banter(if its not too much) have a great day!

The hero swallowed.

Although the gun was shaking in their hand, they took in a deep breath and steadied their mind. No time for second thoughts.

This was it. They’d been searching for the villain for weeks now. They’d finally found them and they were not going to let them escape again.

“Oh?” the villain asked. They eyed the hero carefully, as if the hero was the object of their attention instead of the gun. They were sitting on the couch in their lair with all the casualness in the world. “Aren’t you a little too confident for your own good, darling?”

“Aren’t you?”

The villain cocked their head and the grin followed as so often. They stood up slowly and raised their hands but despite their actions of surrender, they were clearly mocking the hero.

“Mhmm. That’s how it is, I see. How spunky you can be…”

Determined, the hero took their handcuffs and threw them into the villain’s direction. Even though the villain seemed to be more confused than intrigued, they caught and inspected them.

“Cuff yourself,” the hero said.

“Gosh, you can be so kinky.”

“And you’ll be bleeding out in a few seconds if you don’t do as I say.” Their grip around the gun tightened. It didn’t matter that the villain had saved them so many times. It didn’t matter that they were occasionally nice.

It didn’t matter because the hero had a job to do.

They had to arrest them.

The villain rolled their eyes.

“All bark, no bite.”

“Would you like to find out? I recall breaking your arm pretty easily,” the hero said. They were aiming at the villain’s shoulder and slowly, very slowly, their anxiousness faded. It was a job like every other.

A villain, just like all the others.

Shooting at them in this moment seemed irrational. They weren’t a threat nor were they extraordinarily provoking them. Of course the hero knew it would be difficult to explain to the team how the villain had surrendered without much of a struggle.

They had to find a solution to that later.

“Mistakes happen in the heat of the moment. I understand you were distracted by my muscles flexing during the fight.” The villain was in a good mood, as so often. But the hero could also sense some sort of uncertainty.

It was in the movement of their fingers that traced the handcuffs. In their restless eyes that went over the hero again and again. If they wanted to admit it or not, the hero had surprised them.

And that was something the villain absolutely despised. Surprises. Not being in control. Not knowing what happens next.

“I can assure you it was intentional. Your muscles aren’t that special.”

“Ouch.” The villain contorted their face as if they were truly hurt. The mockery should’ve made it easier. But it didn’t.

The hero turned off the gun’s safety.

“Handcuffs. Now.”

“Fine.” The villain cuffed themselves, one wrist after the other. Once they were finished, they stretched their arms out and presented themselves. “Am I not the sweetest present?”

“The most annoying, definitely. Sit down.” The villain did as the hero commanded and leaned back, pushing their hips forward. Lounging like that was definitely not what the hero wanted them to do.

They’d been chasing the villain for weeks and they were determined to put them behind bars. Whatever had happened in the past, it was gone now. The hero had let go of it and could only pray the villain had done that too.

“We’ll wait here until my team arrives.”

“I suppose that’s enough time for me to escape. You know you love our little hide-and-seek game.” Their smile was genuine and sweet. The hero didn’t know what to make of that.

“No, this is it. It’s over. I can’t let you go.”

“But you will. You’re still so soft for me.”

“You’re really not as important to me as you think.” Then why are you hesitating?

“You’re not as cold as you think,” the villain said. “Not when it comes to me.”

They jiggled with the handcuffs. The hero could hear their own pulse.

“Just tell your team it was a good fight and I escaped, hm? Just like last time,” the villain suggested. Sweat was running down the hero’s back. Their fingers were ice cold.

“I cannot do that.”

“You’ve done it before, darling,” the villain said. “As long as I can walk, I can still escape. You know I’m skilled enough to do that.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“I enjoy my time with you,” the villain said. They looked at the ground. “…and I still have feelings for you.”

The hero felt sick in their stomach.

“I wish you hadn’t said that.” Suddenly, the hero lowered their gun and pulled the trigger. They couldn’t let them escape again. They couldn’t put their own feelings before their responsibilities. As soon as they pulled the trigger, they regretted it.

Their heavy heart sank fast.

They hoped one day they could forget the villain’s reaction when the bullet entered their knee. That stare of utter fear and betrayal. That scream and those tears of pain.

But that would haunt them forever.

#doesn’t matter doesn’t matter you had the gun #(they were lovers at some point btw)#hope this is what you meant #didn’t really get the dynamic right it’s very late I hope you’re not mad at me lol #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #lil bit of #angst

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synesthete-sylke · 8 months

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selkie smajor selkie smajor selkie smajor !!

the fact pirates!scott could've been secretly mer,,, please the angst would be so good

also scott as a chubby little seal would be so funny, he'd break into the kestrel's base to eat their snacks and to avoid being caught turn into a seal whenever someone walked by

imagine going to eat your 3am shredded cheese and you walk into your kitchen only to find a harbor seal covered in jam eating all of your pastries.

how did he get there? why is he eating that and not the fish? how did he open drawers with flippers? these are all questions scott will not answer!

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ac-art-and-stuff · 9 days

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He stole a few cards from Kremy ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

This all started with a google search of memes, then I came across save a horse ride a cowboy, which I learned is a SONG, that I then listened to, and my brain went "heh, Gideon and Kremy vibes- WAIT A DAMN SECOND." and thus...

✨this✨

plus a live reaction from Mr. Lecroux himself... ironically of course

*GATOR PANIK*

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ineffablycoin · 1 month

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day 1 of exams was crazy look what that shit did to my brainrotting ass

i like these ones specifically so um special mentions;

#DUCKS #deers #c h a o s #hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #alastor #lucifer morningstar #radioapple #duckiedeer #appleradio #lil bit of #helluva boss #hellaverse

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oodlesodoodles · 1 year

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#harrier du bois #kim kitsuragi #Lil bit of #Nudity #Bathtime again #Harry with reading glasses #Tale as old as time song as old as rhyme using guns as phallic symbols

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salamandergoo · 2 months

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STWG Prompt: Argyle

Argyle loved to go paintballing. It had started when he was just old enough to hold the paint guns for himself and his uncle would take him out with his buddies. Argyle had been the tiniest one there, but after he got over the sting of being hit, had the time of his life. It had been a surefire way for him to burn out all his excess energy as a kid. Now that he was old enough to go by himself, he spent his weekends not working with a paintball gun in his hands and splatters of rainbow paint on his skin.

The welts stung, the bruises would be visible all over his skin, but it was a small price to pay for the exhilaration.

So when he made a new friend, it was only natural to invite him out. He’d dug out all his old padding and promised to rent him a gun. He even bought a pack of paintballs in Jonny’s favorite color, dark navy blue. It wasn’t as fun as his preferred neon colors, but that was okay. Jonathan hadn’t been so sure, but even if he didn’t like it, Argyle was proud of him for trying something new.

He parked his van at the range and hopped out, shoving his keys in his pocket with one hand, tying his hair back with the other. “Alright, let’s get you suited up, my man!”

He opened up the back and grinned as Jonathan rocked nervously on his feet. “I’m not good with guns, man. Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Argyle put on a pair of chunky goggles and handed over a helmet. “They’re not real guns, you won’t get seriously hurt. No one will. Just some bumps and bruises, but like, the fun kind.”

That got a small grin out of Jonathan. “The fun kind?” He balked at the groin cup Argyle held out to him.

“Yeah, man. Unless you’re into hickeys, then there’s two kinds of fun bruises.” He gave Jonathan a once over and hummed. “Maybe we can get you covered in both,” he said, tacking on a flirty little lilt that had Jonathan’s face turning the prettiest shade of pink. “Put on the dick shield, you don’t wanna take a paintball to the dick, trust me.”

“Yeah, I’ll take your word for it.” He put it on, frowning when he saw Argyle putting on a lot less than he was being handed. “Shouldn’t you be wearing this stuff too?”

“I’ll be fine, I usually just wear the dick cup and goggles. Gotta protect my eyes and my groin.” He was wearing the shirt and pants he usually set aside for days like today anyway, paint splattered across his clothes that were similar to his cousin’s, who was a street artist. He supposed they liked paint as separate mediums. “I’m pretty good, I bet I won’t even get hit today.”

Maybe he’d been a little too cocky saying that. Hardly five minutes in and Jonathan hadn’t taken a single shot, while Argyle had bright orange blobs of paint on his bicep and chest. “Dude, you’ve gotta pull the trigger!” He was shielding Jonathan as they crouched behind a wood panel on the field. “It’s not gonna hurt anyone, I promise.”

Jonathan peeked over the wood and ducked back down just in time to avoid a pink paintball that splattered on the dirt a few yards away from them. “You’re sure?”

“I’m so sure, I’ve been doing this for years. And if this isn’t your thing, I won’t make you come back, okay?”

He hesitated, paintballs splatting on the surfaces around them, but then he took a deep breath and straightened, firing off three paintballs in quick succession. His eyes lit up and someone across the field yelped. “I hit him.”

“That’s my man!” Argyle grinned. “See, it’s not so bad!” He cringed as Jonathan got nailed right in the chest by a neon green paintball, but he just laughed and ducked back down.

“You’re right. It doesn’t really hurt.” He sounded surprised.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, my dude.” Argyle leaned in so his goggles bonked against Jonathan’s helmet. “You wanna light some fuckers up with me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”

They staggered out together a few hours later, both a little bruised, but bubbling with post-adrenaline euphoria. “You’re a natural!” He really wasn’t. Jonathan was a bad aim, though he kind of kicked ass at dodging. Argyle was the other way around, they were like yin and yang or some shit.

Jonathan nodded, the pretty pink blush back under some purple paint on his cheek. “It was a lot of fun. You said you come here a lot?”

“Hell yeah I do.” Argyle nodded excitedly. “You wanna be my permanent doubles partner?”

“We’ll see about permanent, but… I think I definitely want to come back with you.”

Argyle whooped with excitement as he unlocked the van. “Hell yeah! Pizza’s on me tonight, my man!”

#stranger things #stwgdailyprompt #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #lil bit of #jargyle

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aha4550 · 9 months

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another joongdok page 🐺🦊

#orv #joongdok #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #myhart #doodle #lil bit of #wolfhyuk #and #foxja

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unimatrix-581 · 11 months

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[House M.D.] S1EP4: Maternity

#girl bye #james wilson #lil bit of #greg house #1x4 #house md #liveblogging

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misccy27 · 1 year

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I want to talk about something that happens in Thanks to Them that has been haunting me lately.

Nobody wants to talk about it (and I know why and I'll get to that) but I want to talk about it anyway so just here me out.

I like the fact that Hunter locks Flapjack up in Thanks to Them.

I don't mean that I like that he does it. I just mean that I like that it happened.

Because Hunter was so, so brainwashed before Hollow Mind. It's hard to remember sometimes because of how much he changes after Hollow Mind, but.

Hunter was extremely isolated growing up. He was raised in a cult by the manipulative sadist his life was centered around. That is going to have some lingering effects.

Hunter is very good at adapting to changes in his environment and mirroring the behaviors of those around him. But no matter how good his intentions are and how much he's trying, it just isn't possible for him to unlearn his entire belief system overnight. Like, that was his entire life.

And it's one thing to learn that Belos is and always has been evil. But it's an entirely separate task to then have to go through any given belief that he grew up with and internalized, recognize the problem(s) with that belief, and replace it with something healthier. And that's essentially all of his beliefs that he has to do this with.

And he is doing it! Hunter is doing a great job. But it's going to be a patchwork process of observing his friends' behaviors and the healthier relationships adults are modeling for him. (This is one thing that therapy could help with; consciously recognizing and addressing problematic beliefs before he inadvertently acts on them).

But some things just won't come up, at least not within the first few months.

Which brings me back to the scene in Thanks to Them.

It gets to me so much. Because it is one of the very few less sympathetic ways that the show allows Hunter's lingering abuse symptoms to manifest. But they included it, and there are so many things that could be said about it. For example:

It has parallels to Any Sport in a Storm,

where Hunter locks up his friends because he wants them to join the Emperor's Coven.

It also has parallels to Eclipse Lake,

where Belos tries to keep Hunter isolated in the castle with the excuse of keeping him safe.

There are other things that could be discussed. Other things that I desperately wanted to see with this scene. For example, I really wanted one of Hunter's friends to see this happening and to tell Hunter, hey, this isn't okay. Because Hunter is very stubborn pre-HM, but HM really rips the rug out from under him on everything, so I just want to see how he reacts to people he now trusts telling him that he's doing something wrong. Would he defer to them immediately? Does he have trouble trusting his own judgment now? Would he feel guilty about doing something bad? Would he feel worse about not knowing that it was bad when he did it?

But we'll never know, because no one catches Hunter doing this. We also don't get to see Flapjack getting out of the cage. I'm assuming Hunter is the one who let Flapjack out after him and Luz don't find any evidence of Belos, but we don't actually see him make that decision. Flapjack is just... not in the cage a few scenes later.

Which means that this scene serves no function in the plot. It doesn't actually change the way things play out. It is only here to inform us that, yes, Hunter does indeed still have some concerning misconceptions about the way the world works and how he should treat his loved ones.

Which, fine. Great. I understand the Shortening, I get it, I will happily take my crumbs. Except:

The narrative proves Hunter right.

And that, I'm guessing, is the reason that no one likes to talk about this scene.

Because Flapjack is brutally murdered like 20 minutes after this scene takes place.

He is murdered by Belos using Hunter's own hand. It is just. The worst-case scenario.

So the order of events is: Hunter locks Flapjack up, and he thinks he is doing the right thing because he is doing it to keep Flapjack safe. Flapjack is then out of the cage just in time to be murdered.

And again, this scene could have been removed entirely without affecting the plot at all. But since it did stay in, with the events playing out the way that they did, what actually happens is that the narrative reinforces Hunter's problematic behavior. You were right, Hunter! Guess you should have locked that cage up tighter, you sad child!

So, yeah, I do love the scene for confirming that Hunter didn't just instantaneously unlearn everything. But I hate it in the context of the narrative. And if it were up to me, I would have kept this scene in and removed the plot of Flapjack getting murdered, for a variety of reasons. But that's a different topic.

Anyway, I don't expect this scene to become relevant again in the finale. I think it's just another dropped thread. But if it does come up again, then at this point I will accept nothing less than a frame-by-frame recreation of Zuko locking up Mai in the Boiling Rock but with huntlow. No one calls him out on it, the narrative reinforces it, it is actually a good thing this time because Hunter's now a ✨hero✨

#the owl house #toh #thanks to them #toh hunter #toh flapjack #lil bit of #toh salt #i don't know what tags people are using anymore #sending this off into the void

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beep-beep-robin · 1 year

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this is part 3

part 1 | part 2

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after the rest of hellfire had left, it was up to robin and nancy to clean up all the decorations. it‘d taken them about an hour to take everything down, vacuum the floor, and put the furniture back the way it usually was.

they‘d both volunteered, nancy because this was her parents house and she didn‘t want things to be put back in a way that they weren‘t supposed to, and robin because she wanted to help nancy (mike was spending the night at the byers/hopper place). the extra time she got to spend with her was a bonus.

now that everything was done, they were up in nancys bedroom, getting ready for bed. yeah - nancy had invited robin to sleep over. which, if robin was being honest, terrified her a little - she didn‘t want to come off as creepy if nancy ever found out she was a lesbian and had still agreed to sleep over at her place. in her bed. because yeah, apparently they were doing that.

“hey, um, thanks for helping me out today by the way. would‘ve been a lot to clean up on my own,” nancy said, looking at robin‘s reflection in the mirror in front of her. robin put her hairbrush down onto the dresser in front of them and gave nancy a smile, “sure! you know, i don‘t mind spending a bit one-on-one time with you, without the whole if-we-don‘t-find-something-in-this-library-everyone-might-die-bullshit,” she watched as nancy turned toward her.

“yeah. i don‘t mind having you all to myself either,” nancy said, and with a wink she sat down on the bed and left robin, who was desperately trying not to look too flustered, standing by the dresser. she wrecked her mind for something to reply to that, but all she could come up with were various sounds of surprise which would definitely be of no help.

trying to change the topic and get out of her lovestruck panic, she sat down on the bed opposite nancy. “so um. you said you have this… thing with jonathan tomorrow, right? wanna talk about that?”

she swallowed the jealousy that rose up in her at the thought of the couple and raised her voice suggestively, wiggling her fingers. girl talk, right? she could do that. just two straight girlies talking about the other one‘s boyfriend.

but nancy‘s flirty (was it flirty? probably not, right? robin was never really great at telling what people‘s facial gymnastics meant) expression quickly dropped at that. she looked away from robin, nervously letting her eyes fall onto something on her nightstand, but clearly not actually looking at it.

“oh. yeah there‘s not really much to talk about. um… we actually broke up a few weeks ago. we‘re trying to keep things friendly, so we‘re doing some sort of friend date tomorrow? i don‘t know. i guess argyle thought it was a good idea and jonathan asked me if i wanted to do that. we don‘t want things to be awkward so i guess this is the first step,” she shrugged, eyes glancing up to gauge robin‘s reaction.

which was… definitely surprise. a breakup was not what robin had expected. her mind was running a mile per minute, she didn‘t really know how to comfort nancy. they weren‘t that close, but robin cared a lot about her, so she didn‘t want to accidentally say something wrong. a small voice in the back of her mind apparently thought it was helpful to keep repeating she‘s single, she‘s single, she‘s single over and over again.

nancy seemed to sense her hesitation, and immediately reassured her, eyes back on robin, “no, no, don‘t worry! like i said, it was a while ago, i‘m over it. i just don‘t know if i‘ll be able to handle the weirdness that awaits me tomorrow. you know?”

robin nodded. so no need to act like she was sad about something that she wasn‘t actually that sad about. she was sad for nancy, ending such a long term relationship probably wasn't easy - but she‘d always thought that jonathan wasn‘t the right person for nancy, her crush on the latter aside.

“mhh yeah i get it. but i‘m sure it‘ll only be awkward for a bit. i mean, you guys were friends before you got together right? i don‘t think all of that‘s just gonna disappear just because you broke up. plus, you seem pretty great at handling awkward situations, remember when we were in the library together?”

great, now she‘d made it about herself again. her mom would be proud. she mentally punched herself.

but her thoughts of self doubt were interrupted by a soft, cold hand on her own, which had been fidgeting with the strings on nancy‘s throw blanket.

“yeah, no, i don't think i handled that situation well, at all,” she gave her hand a slight squeeze, “but thank you, robin. it means a lot,” nancy said, smiling.

robin shook her head, “no, you had your reasons to be skeptical. but we both managed to get it together in the end, right? and i‘m sure jonathan‘s not gonna actively work against being friends with you again,” she tried to reassure her, interlocking her thumb with nancy‘s.

they both glanced down at their hands. if robin didn‘t know better, she‘d have thought there was a slight blush covering nancy‘s cheeks.

“you know… i don't really want to talk about jonathan anymore. there's actually a reason i broke up with him um... i kind of realised something?” robin had never seen nancy wheeler this nervous before. “and i actually kind of have my eyes on someone else already…,” the other girl continued, meeting robin's eyes.

“oh- you- okay!”, robin exclaimed, slightly anxious all of a sudden. nancy let her gaze drop to robin's lips. she gave a small nod.

and then nancy was kissing her. robin froze for a second, eyes open and completely overwhelmed by what was happening - but then she caught on, closing her eyes and sliding one hand into nancy‘s hair, the other onto her cheek.

nancy gave a content sigh as robin smiled against her lips.

if cleaning up at the wheeler house always ended like this, robin would not be opposed to stopping by to help again in the future, she thought.

#sorry this is only ronance!#i just felt like writing about them #and bringing the last part to an end kind of #next part will be only steddie!#and we finally get to steve's procedure #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #lil bit of #autistic robin buckley #bc she lives in my every thought #stranger things #vanessas writing #original post

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edoro · 2 years

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concept: Caleb Wittebane follows a witch into to the demon realm, leaving behind one odd and socially maladjusted sister, Temperance. of course, she won’t rest until she gets Caleb back; she is plagued by nightmarish images of poor Caleb being subjected to all the torments of Hell in that place, alone amongst demons and sorcerers, and so she dedicates herself to finding a way into that infernal realm to bring Caleb back.

(she regrets so deeply that her own fear kept her from following Caleb, that her uncertainty kept her from insisting and pulling Caleb back into their own good and godly world. she won’t make the same mistake again.)

when she does finally end up in the Boiling Isles, she goes in the guise of a man. it isn’t safe, after all, for a woman to travel alone in such a place. who knows what might happen? Temperance is left behind, and it’s Philip who emerges into the winding caverns of Eclipse Lake and must find his way out and climb down the frigid Knee.

and of course, Philip needs help to understand and survive this bizarre place. he needs traveling companions, native guides. and there’s one in particular, a handsome man near his age with a barbed tongue, a quick wit, and a voracious sense of curiosity about all things human, who Philip becomes so fond of he can almost forget the man isn’t human.

as they travel, the two grow closer. they spend long hours talking into the night, discussing anything and everything - their homes, their cultures, religion, philosophy, the natural sciences - magic, of course, which fascinates and repels Philip in equal measure. it’s unnatural, and yet the very earth and air and water of this place are full of it.

he’s very handsome, this witch. Philip finds himself idly doodling his face, sketching out his profile, trying to capture the curve of his cheek, the curl of his mouth when he’s about to lean in and murmur some vicious little aside to Philip about someone else, the way the strange sulfurous sea-wind lifts and ruffles his hair. Philip cannot stop looking at him, cannot stop thinking about him.

he isn’t kind, exactly. but he is eagerly interested in Philip, as excited to show Philip his own world as he is to learn of Philip’s. he listens to Philip. he understands Philip and matches his intellect in a way so few other people ever have.

he fascinates Philip. he is, truly, the first friend Philip’s ever had outside of Caleb. they quickly become inseparable, and Philip starts to think - wrong as he knows it is - that perhaps things aren’t as black and white as he has been raised to believe. perhaps some good can come of this place. perhaps a non-human can still be a person.

their courtship is slow and tentative and awkward and nervous, and Philip does not even realize he’s being courted for quite a long time. (after all, he’s a man here. and God may have given him a woman’s form, so he might lay with a husband and bear him children as intended, and thus made his lust for men only right, only holy, but this witch doesn’t know that.) when he does, it frightens him badly, but... not enough to stop.

he likes being flirted with. he likes being treated like he’s something beautiful, something worth pursuing. he likes the breathless feeling of nervous anticipation, the blissful sense that they are the only two living creatures in all the world when they’re up in the pre-dawn light talking over some point of history or philosophy. he likes the way his entire body lights up when this man touches his hand, or leans in close enough they could almost kiss.

he shouldn’t. he knows he shouldn’t. they aren’t married, they can’t ever be married, this isn’t a proper courtship, this man isn’t a human being, if their union even could produce issue what would it be? some unholy thing, an affront to God - and this man thinks he is a man, this man is trying to seduce him into sodomy, this man is trying to seduce him away from everything he knows is good and righteous -

he ‘confesses’ his ‘deception.’ perhaps it will deter the man’s interest. (perhaps, is the secret hope in his heart, the man will want him as a woman, perhaps there is a way -)

this is an incredibly confusing conversation, because of course the witch has long since figured out his human friend Philip is a trans man, and that’s fine, it ain’t no thing, but this conversation makes it abundantly clear that Philip’s only concept of transness is as something he independently arrived at to explain his own Unnatural Nature, whatever that means, and that it very much IS a big deal where Philip is from, and that Philip for some reason feels very anxious and self-loathing and strange about it, and when witch bf very casually introduces him to the terms and language they have on the Boiling Isles about it and then equally casually alludes to the existence of hormonal and surgical treatments for it, it blows Philip’s fucking mind.

(and so he is seduced even further from God’s plan, tempted into unnaturally altering the body he was born with, and he shouldn’t he should not he knows he shouldn’t, if he does this how can he go back to the town where everyone has known him since he was a little girl?

but it feels so good. he’s never felt so comfortable in himself before. his body has always been this thing he’s trapped inside of, this ungainly anchor of flesh weighing down his soul, but suddenly it starts to feel like it’s actually his own, like he’s actually part of it rather than simply being forced to lug it around. the world seems clearer. he’s calmer, less quick to snap, less frightened, less angry.

he’s happier. he’s never really been happy before, except for in the quiet moments he and Caleb can be themselves, alone together, the world kept at bay beyond the walls of their home.)

eventually, they have sex. it’s fantastic. the man is tender and attentive and admiring of Philip’s body. it feels good, it feels right, it feels like something so pleasant couldn’t possibly be wrong - but then, that’s how the Devil gets you, isn’t it? this is what temptation means. anyone can resist something they don’t want.

Philip feels filthy afterwards. he feels small and strange and used, furious and wounded. Philip knows he has damned himself. Philip cannot blame this witch for obeying his own deviant nature; instead he must blame himself for falling prey to temptation, straying from the path of righteousness, and he must simply be stronger.

it happens again, of course. he is weak. he is alone and scared and he misses Caleb so dearly but with every passing day he becomes more convinced that this horrible place swallowed Caleb whole, that Caleb is dead and Philip is trapped here alone forever, and without Caleb what point is there in going back to the human world?

Philip, after all, has nothing waiting for him there. there is a life for Temperance Wittebane to pick back up, an awkward and ill-fitting and isolated one, but a familiar one. there is no life nor room for Philip.

eventually, his feelings reach a boiling point. he is disgusted with himself, he’s frightened for his immortal soul, he is full of such overwhelming anger and bone-deep grief and he has no idea where it comes from (he doesn’t think about those things, they didn’t happen, his father was a good and godly man and would have never - it didn’t happen like that), and the one cause for all of it is this godless creature of this infernal realm, this thing in the shape of a beautiful man who has seduced him so far off the path of his quest -

so words are exchanged. he says things, cruel things. he makes his tongue into a whip and flays the skin off this man he knows so well. he burns down this strange and delicate shelter they’ve constructed between the two of them and he salts the earth so nothing else may grow, and he parts ways from this group and goes on his own to find Caleb -

hopefully alive, so that they can both be saved from this place and go home where they belong, but failing that he wants to find Caleb’s body or Caleb’s grave or some proof of what happened.

and then, of course, he finds Caleb happy, in love, with a family, and, well. we know what happens from there, don’t we?

#i just think it would be so much worse if he ALMOST came around #ALMOST let go of the prejudice and fear he was raised with #ALMOST let himself be happy the way caleb did #and then freaked out and ruined it all and retreated into his own mind and refused to ever let anyone else get close enough #to challenge his beliefs ever again #because it hurt so very badly and was so frightening to receive love and tenderness #to open himself up to it #to even begin to consider his whole life might be built on a foundation of cruelty and lies #nope! better to be a serial killer and do genocide about it #philip wittebane #the owl house #lil bit of #csa (implied)#lots of internalized stuff #hits philip w the transgenderfication beam

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gsunny6 · 2 years

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*Thinks about them*

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cosmicbash · 10 months

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When are you going to finish cam devil? You are kinda iconic.

Ahhhh ☺️☺️☺️☺️ flattery definitely will motivate me to do it sooner that's for sure.

But honestly, I'm not sure. I do have it like all plotted out and even was about 3 chapters into my rewrite/ had the newest chap mostly written out. I just hit a bad case of writers block and moved my focus over to improving my art and that pretty much sealed up my writers block with cement. But I have been thinking about it alot lately. All of my poor unfinished fics really. So maybe I'll give my drafts a look at tomorrow or in the next few days when I finish this three pieces I'm working on and see what I beat out.

I definitely think the fic in its entirety needs rewritten before I'd be happy with continuing/finishing it. Just because my writing improved by literal leaps between first starting it and like, finishing the maid fic for example. I didn't do college cam boy Kells his justice.

Also the fic was originally a gift for someone I care about immensely. Who introduced me to the ship and got me out of my depressive state of not writing or drawing for half a decade, and throughout the life of the fic they had to step away from the ship/fandom due to some hard metal health stuff and I cowardly lost contact with them (and remain still a big wuss too scared to reach back out and check in) so it's got a kind of bittersweet feeling attached to it for me.

Like. Is it fair to continue on with the story? Take it somewhere they might not have wanted it to go? Or to ping their account again with an update years down the road with something they might still feel touchy about? Ahhhh it's a whole wave of weird emotions for me. Especially since outside of just this one friend, the fic introduced me to the amazing freaking community we have here on tumblr even with it being small and mostly dead. I genuinely owe the better state of my mental health and the incredible improvement on my art all to that cheesy porn plot fic.

So maybe I'll work on it and give it the finale it deserves. Or maybe I won't. I'm such a pain in the ass for you all to deal with. 😅😅

#but i do love yall #and im sorry im a mess #so i hope thats a half decent answer to your ask #thank you!!#emgk #asks #i love asks #lil bit of #personal shit

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arbitrarycategories · 1 year

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Tanjirou looks to the future, and Zenitsu looks to the past. They meet in the middle with and abundance of (Zenitsu’s) tears.

Heavy manga spoilers this chapter!

#continuing my bad habit of posting as soon as the chapter is finished #kimetsu no yaiba #kamado tanjirou #agatsuma zenitsu #kimetsu no yaiba manga spoilers #kamado nezuko #tsuyuri kanao #lil bit of #zennezu #inotan #tankan #inotankan #? idk their trio ship name

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lqwjsn · 2 years

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