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In one of your last answers, you said “series reboots are usually pretty gross and sad”, and I was wondering if you could expand on that? Assuming “reboot” covers any kind of continuation of a currently cancelled or finished show (and maybe that’s the wrong assumption!), from the outside looking in it feels like a pretty mixed bag. On one hand, if I love XYZ Show, it’s cool that I get more stories with these characters and another chance to support XYZ Show and its creators. On the other, it definitely feels like a lot of ideas can only get funding if they’re tied to something already, meaning creatives are having to now tie whatever cool idea they have to some reboot/relaunch/retread, which can feel pretty disheartening if you don’t want to do a reboot/relaunch/retread. Is that a similar feeling from your side of the industry?
Thank you so much for all your answers and insight!
Usually reboots and spin-offs are just cash grabs. It happens a lot in animation. In fact, I would argue that the entire industry is just one big cash grab now. In the 80s, everyone complained that cartoons were just half-hour commercials for toys. And they were right. And we're right back there, but now that you can't legally push toys all day, it's just general "IP". Mugs, posters, more spinoffs, whatever.
I was offered three show running gigs over the pandemic. All reboots that I would consider unwise to pursue because they were "of a different time" and didn't (in my opinion) have anything more to say. Two of them were properties created by notorious sex pests, so there's also that. The animation industry loves to prop up its sex pests.
I turned all of them down, partially because I didn't respect the original creators but also because none of them had anything going for them except just being "more of the same".
I don't think any of those projects survived the intervening years, so in retrospect I maybe should've taken the job. I'd probably feel a bit gross, but at least I'd have floors in my house.
The entertainment industry is in a bad spot. The whole thing. I've had I don't know how many pitch meetings in the last few years, and they all start the same way:
"Hey! Before we start, we just want to let you know that we're not actively producing anything right now. We think maybe soon, but we won't be picking anything up today..."
And then later:
"The little we are doing is IP, so if you have a new take on our IP or a new IP you're connected to that you can bring in, that'd be great."
I always wanted to make original stuff. There came a time when I'd had my fill of Billy & Mandy and wanted to do something else new and original. That never manifested, and I was constantly being offered IP to produce. I turned too many of those down, maybe, before deciding that it was probably better that I run the IPs that mean something to me rather than having some hack do it.
But now those jobs have all gone to celebrities and fallen live-action writers, who are also slowly being eaten by the system. WB was hot for Scooby stuff a few years back, so I pitched some ideas. A few of them were turned down for being "off-brand" in a variety of ways. WB has now made (I think) all of those off-brand shows (or something close) with celebrity show runners.
I was going through a whole Midlife Impostor Syndrome thing recently where I was wondering if maybe I don't just suck. Like, it's weird that for a couple of decades I'd have people calling me trying to get me to run shows, and now nobody will call me back about the possibility of a design job.
Talking to some friends and realizing that they were in a similar situation helped me feel like I wasn't alone. That was nice. Talking to some of the most talented colleagues in my industry made me made me realize that those people weren't getting jobs either. That was unnerving. Talking to complete strangers in other parts of the entertainment industry now has me thinking that the whole house of cards is coming down. That's real concerning, yo.
It's hard not to think it's purposeful, when deranged billionaires own the entirety of our media and want to shape a society where they can't be criticized. We're letting wealthy tech bros firebomb the very heart of our culture, and it's weird that no one is talking about it. Because (for now) we still have that capability.
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Please some jealous (kind of toxic ) joost but with a happy ending 🙏🙏🙏🙏
A/N: **fiddles fingers maliciously** this- I love this- He would so be sorta toxic and totally let his ego get ahead of him- this is gonna be fun to write! I hope you like it!!!!-
GN!Reader x Joost :>
CW: Toxic mannerisms, Marko is being used as the reason Joost gets worked up- (I love Marko I swear-), swearing, Angry Joost, tinny witty bitty bit of angst, Joost overthinking, smoking. (Let me know if I missed anything!!
Word count: 1,747
The after party for eurovisions semi final was packed with the singers and the energy in the room was for sure through the roof. Joost your good friend and his group invited you to come with, Joost wanting to share this moment with you more than anything- the excitement and hype of everyone putting their hearts out there and competing only to come together to talk about how much happened, having you there would make it even better, if that would be even possible.
You agreed to come along, not that you had much choice, the Dutchman having begged and nagged and spammed you until you agreed. Not that you didn't want to come! But you knew you would stand out like a sore thumb, probably hang out by a corner waiting for the delicious food to be available or not so crowded. Looking over your outfit and the time you smile pleased with how you look and wonder slightly if Joost would too. You have had the biggest crush on him since a few months after you got to know him, the feelings having appeared and clung onto you with every ounce of power possible, and honestly? You were fine with that. Smoothing out your clothes you look at the time and decided if you want to make it in time you absolutely had to leave.
Grabbing your bag you left your hotel you had booked for the event and quickly drove over to the Venue like Joost told you it would be, not leaving the Malmo Arena, I guess the hosts didn't want to spend more money renting another place out for the singers, at least it was well know and easy to find. Stepping out of your car you hurry inside showing the security your invite from Joost and entering the main lobby reading your friends text to find the way glaring at the device unsure of what Joost was even trying to explain
"Are you looking for someone?" A strong accented and shy voice came from behind you causing you to turn around and blink a few times at the man in a very midevil looking outfit and gentle eyes holding a cup of what you assumed was water, but could be vodka- maybe he was crazy like that "Sorry- Im Marko.." He quickly introduces himself before continuing "You look extremely lost- Im sorry for spooking you" He says with a genuine tone leading to a smile pulling its way onto your lips. After introducing yourself you look back down at your texts "Im actually here for the after party? my friend- one of the performers invited me and he is quite the character when it comes to instructions..." You rub the back of your neck trying to explain the situation to the stranger who was just as bashful as you "Oh! I was just heading back! I'm not very talkative so I got some air but I can take you to the area they have for us" He offers running his hand through his hair that is surprisingly still in good shape like he had maybe applied hairspray not too long ago "Oh would you??" You put away your phone letting Marko nod and wave his hand indicating you to follow
"So who is your- eh- friend?" Marko looks over at you trying to make small talk. "Oh! His names Joost, he is representing the Netherlands." You explain and Marko's face brightens a little "Oh yes! I enjoy his company!" Marko nods with a smile "Makes sense you two are friends! it seems he can befriend almost everyone" He explains putting a finger to his jaw in what seems to be thought "Do you like cats?" Marko questions as you two get closer to the room, music can be heard from inside. nothing too crazy or club like but maybe just background ambiance "Oh yeah! They are so cute! I don't have any of my own but I like visiting my friends kitty's" You smile watching Marko excitedly pull out his phone "Oh let me show you mine!" He says as you two enter the room Marko going through his camera roll leaning into you to get closer so you can see better
Joost Turns to look at the door, hearing the squeak of the hinges that whines under the weight of it being even cracked open and furrows his brows seeing you walk in with Marko...What was he doing out there? Realizing he must have left the party Joost grows even more confused as to why you two were together- wasn't his directions perfectly understandable? His large blue coat long since shedded, Joost rolls up the sleeves of his white button up and crosses his arms leaning on a table watching the two of you interact. 'he is very close to you' he thinks to himself, a sour taste in his mouth watching you laugh at something he had said 'why is he, the shyer one of the bunch all buddy buddy with you? I mean you always have been so approachable- but that's not fair.' Joost clicks his tongue growing more and more impatient 'what if you are leaving me for him? what if you even forget who invited you here?' Joost can feel his patience thinning and the party getting quieter the more he focuses in on you two. Marko with a big grin on his face and you laughing at a photo he had shown you.
"Hey there you are!" Joost doesn't even recall when he had took strides over- or when he was so close to you he could feel the warm body heat emitting off of you "Marko! How nice of you to find my nieuwsgierig hertje". he purrs looking down at the man who is staring up at him "Oh uh-" Marko looks over at you and then slowly puts his phone away and wraps both hands around his drink "Yeah no issues" Marko nods. "No issues." Joost repeats grinding his molars together forcing a grin. he had never any issues with the Croatian- until he was basically in your arms "Bye-" Marko waves at you with a small smile wanting to escape the current situation and looking at Joost before entering the party again "Joost- You spooked him away" You sigh wrapping your arm around your friend leaning into him and Joost can feel his mind calming "He was too close to you" Joost huffs taking his glasses out of his chest pocket putting them on and pushing them up his nose
"He was showing me his cats-" You raise a brow and Joost looks down at you "that close? I think he just wanted to be up on you" Joost rubs his arms and looks away with annoyance lacing his voice "Whats got you in a mood?" you tug on his shirt and Joost grumbles "Nothing." He reply's and you frown "Nothing my ass, what's wrong" You stand your ground not expecting the tall blonde to drag you out into the hall not caring about his grand exit.
"Nothing is wrong." He snaps once you both get out into the hall "You were all emojis and smiles before you saw me walk in with Marko! he was very sweet." you huff and Joost crosses his arms "Sweet huh? sounds like you have a crush." He fixes his glasses that are slipping off his nose "I just met him Joost, what's up with you?" you frown walking towards him "This is a new side of you" You observe and Joost shakes his head "Im always like this okay?" he throws his hands up and you shake your head
"What- is wrong." you demand and Joost glares "Maybe I don't want to see someone I think highly of with some other guy." He says sarcastically "Highly of?" You push and Joost shakes his head "What are you talking about." You reach for him and Joost grabs your wrist, not hard- you could actually pull away if you wanted too "Someone I have wanted as mine forever, walks in with a guy who clearly was hanging off your every word." Joost pushes through his teeth.
you both stand there still as a wall and Joost observes your face, his pupils scanning you over and avoiding eye contact " you- want me?" You repeat and Joost sighs "onoplettend" he mutters and you shake your head "You cant use your mother tongue to get out of this Joost-" you say and take a shaky breath "Do you like me? like- like like-" You mutter and Joost swallows hard "Ja." He responds and you can feel your face grow hot "Really?" you mutter and Joost drops your wrist "Really. and it really- shook me I guess seeing you come in with him.." Joost grumbles and you shake your head "Your directions were ass" You laugh a little upon noticing Joost's offended face "They were eligible-" He defends and you sigh "I- feel the same- I have for such a long time-" You admit with a small smile "I never thought it was possible-" You shrug and Joost blinks at you like you are speaking in a whole other language
"Not possible-??" he repeats in pure shock "You are the most funniest, smartest, good looking, talented, and so much more of a person that I have ever met." Joost says his eyes going soft and you cant help the silence that comes after your brain still playing catch up with the new information "I wanted to tell you properly- a way you would see me as the same ways I see you..." He rubs his forearms nervously tracing his scattered tattoos. "but I guess-" He smiles "This might do?" he chuckles and you rub your mouth slightly with your hand "It does more than might do- I'm so happy-" You mutter and close your eyes taking a deep breath before walking towards him and embracing him in a big bear hug "You don't know how happy I am that you feel the same way" Joost says exasperated "Next time just tell me you goof than getting all jealous" You tease and Joost shakes his head "I was NOT jealous lets get that straight right now" He states playfully "Okay Mr.Not jealous" You chuckle as Joost wraps his arms around you "how does dinner sound tomorrow night-" He smiles and you nod slightly into his chest "consider it a date." you hum
Dutch translation: Curious deer: "nieuwsgierig hertje". Yes: Ja Oblivious: onoplettend
A/N: heheheh I'm just cranking these out!!! I hope you liked it Anon and I hope it was what you were wanting! if not feel free to request again and I'm more than happy to keep writing!!! Thank you all for the love and the requests and everything! it makes my day seeing how many of you like my stuff....thank you!
i love you all!!!!!
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Wren: Robinnnnnnn, mom asked you to watch Ava for a minute.
Robin: [tuts] Don’t drag her like that.
Wren: Why not? She likes it.
Robin: Until you drag her over a rock.
[Wren ignored Robin as she continued hauling a giggling Ava through the long grass]
Wren: Why’re you here again?
Levi: Why not?
Wren: ‘Cause this isn’t your house.
Byrd: Shut up, Wren-.. you’re being a meanie!
Wren: You shut up!
[Wren scowled, muttering something under her breath]
Levi: What?
Wren: I said you’re stupid!
Levi: I bet you’re stupider.
Wren: Not as stupid as Byrd.
Byrd: I’m not stupid!
Wren: Are too!
Robin: No one’s stupid.
Robin pulled Ava safely into his lap and listened to Wren and Byrd bickering, eventually turning their attention toward Levi, accosting him as ferociously as they would anyone else; his usual walls crumbling to dust as they wrestled amongst the clover. His friends might not have understood why he wanted to hang out with Levi, but Robin could sense that there was an entirely different boy hiding beneath his prickly, well-maintained façade.
The rustling birch trees and the dappled shadows beneath created a rare safe haven for Robin’s classmate, who in the absence of anyone to impress or mislead, finally smiled and enjoyed himself with a genuineness that Robin had never seen before.
Straightening Ava’s little bow and holding her closely, Robin couldn’t help but think how awful it must be to be part of a family that never played or laughed together, a family that didn’t particularly enjoy your presence or show you much affection-.. if any. It wasn’t hard to imagine how strenuous it’d be, constantly pretending to be someone you weren’t.
He didn’t exactly want to spend every waking moment with his parents, nor his siblings, but Robin loved each one of them dearly and struggled to picture his world without them. It wasn’t expected or necessary given how supportive Oscar and Courtney usually were, but Robin took his role as an older brother quite seriously and enjoyed lightening their load by looking out for his brother and sisters; he felt a pang of sadness for Levi as he realised that on top of his absent parents, he couldn’t even rely on his own sister as a source of comfort or approval.
Robin wondered what would’ve happened if he hadn’t heard Levi in time-.. what if he’d been that bit better at blocking everything out, what if he’d been distracted, what if he was too far away or hadn’t been there at all?
He’d tried to convince his parents that he wasn’t interested in going because an elementary school disco sounded like the most boring event in existence, but they’d assumed his reluctance had been due to anxiety and cajoled him into going anyway, for a little while at least. In the end, he supposed it was a good job they had.
If something had happened to Levi that night, he would’ve struggled to forgive himself, and the thought of anything terrible befalling anyone else at the hand of his apathy or purposeful ignorance filled him with dread.
Although it could be difficult and tiring sometimes, he probably ought to pay more attention to his surroundings rather than ignoring everything, as he’d been partial to recently-.. just in case.
It was nice to have the option these days, but maybe Robin was never meant to suppress his gift completely, maybe he’d been given it for a reason. He had no idea why, how, or where it came from, but it wasn’t just a quirky annoyance anymore, it’d literally saved someone’s life; it was clearly far too important to wilfully dismiss...
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All About Fur!
Nightcrawler HCs
I have lots of thoughts about lots of things, and Nightcrawler’s fur is one of them! So I had to get a few things out of my brain 💙 Some x reader stuff in here too ;)
Warnings: a few sexual references | a few fluffy (no pun intended) references | no pronouns or specifications on reader obvi
⚜️Unfortunately, he doesn’t get any fluffier, much to your dismay 😔 a fluffy winter coat would have been cute, after all!
⚜️But even that short fur does get thicker and longer in certain places on the daily 😏 you may notice his jawline is a bit shaggy by the end of a lazy weekend 🤭 that there’s more fur on his chest when you run your fingers through it 🥺 his belly and a line above and below is belly button gets fluffy and curly if he lets it 🥺🥺
⚜️Even if you’ve typically preferred your past partners more… clean-shaven or well-trimmed down there, you surely can’t have any issues with his fluffier crotch and thighs 🥰 the saving grace here is that all of his fur is velvety soft 😌
⚜️Now, while it doesn’t grow any longer outside of those places, he is naturally shaggier in some other areas!
⚜️His forearms are a bit more furry than his upper arms
⚜️The backs of his thighs and his little booty have longer, curled fur 🥰🥰🥰
⚜️Rub a balloon on him and watch it stick :)
⚜️Bathing with him is fun because you get to play with his fur! Run your fingers through it! This is a feature, not a bug!!
⚜️Except now he’s more like a soggy kitten 🥺 a happy one at least!
⚜️The tail is surprisingly not just, like, skin! It is fuzzy! The fur there is very very short and fine, but still soft and fuzzy! It kinda feels like one of those lamb’s ear plants! Or peach fuzz!!
⚜️But the tip isn’t covered in fur 😔 just like the bottoms of his hands and feet!
⚜️He says belly rubs are degrading, but he likes them 😘 especially when that fur on his chest and belly hasn’t been trimmed in a while, he’ll absolutely stretch out and let you run your fingers through it during late morning cuddles 🥰
⚜️Don’t be afraid to pay extra attention to his quasi-beard, too 😉 it’s not the same as pubic hair on a human! It’s just as soft as the rest of him!
⚜️And for better or for worse, you won’t have to worry very much about beard burn, at least!
⚜️He really doesn’t mind being petted anywhere and everywhere— so long as you do, in fact, have a close and/or (preferably) more intimate relationship!
⚜️Though, if all your past partners have been more on the human-presenting side, you’ll have to get used to always getting a mouthful of fur whenever you want to kiss his cheek or affectionately bite his arm 😅
⚜️This also makes it a little more difficult to do body shots tbh 😔 not to mention trying to get any sticky wine out of that fur later 🤧
⚜️Among other sticky things 🤭
⚜️And when you’re trying to be sexy and trying to lick him down from neck to abs 😔
⚜️But!! At least he’s all soft and cuddly :)
⚜️You’ll probably literally be rubbing your cheek against his like some kind of cartoon couple! You can’t help it that he’s so snuggly 🥰
⚜️But it’s gonna get very warm under the covers— and not just because he’s getting frisky 🥲 sorry if you get hot easily!
⚜️Also sorry if you're ticklish 🥺 he’s probably trying to be very sexy and romantic by kissing down your stomach all slow and teasingly 😏 but those fuzzy cheeks are probably going to have you giggling and squirming away from him instead 😅 it’s okay, he’ll work with it 😘
⚜️His tail is also a major offender of this! Sometimes, he does it on purpose, but other times, he’s genuinely trying to be sexy when he wraps his tail around your thigh or waist, but it’s so fuzzy! It tickles!
⚜️And that’s okay, too :) he does love making you laugh 🥰
⚜️But there’s another disadvantage… sweat and fur don’t mix— there’s a reason dogs and cats don’t sweat!
⚜️Bandaids and fur also don’t mix 😬 but hey, it’s a lot more intimate wrapping medical tape around his arm or whatever 😏
⚜️And no! He won’t get fleas 😤
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Jealousy
Warnings: Petty behavior, light not sfw themes, but soooo minimal.
Leona Kingscholar
When he's jealous
Tries to play it off.
You really think he gives a shit who you talk to? He has better things to do than to worry about where you are and who you're hanging out with.
If that sounded like bullshit to you, that's because it is.
Involuntary grunts whenever you bring up someone who he's feels threatens your relationship in anyway.
Leona: Where were you this afternoon?
You: Oh, I wanted to shopping so Vil and I-
Leona: *low growl*
You: Excuse me?
Leona: Tch- Whatever.
Starts tagging along to thing he really doesn't want to go to or do because he wants to be close keep an eye on you. So next time you go shopping with Vil, Leona's sitting out front with the bags. And you know what, take his card and pay for all your own things, don't let Vil treat you.
Doesn't communicate what makes him unhappy, expects you to read his mind and ultimately stop hanging out with people that aren't him, or at least people he approves of. Leona doesn't like Malleus or Vil because he finds them threatening to your relationship.
Leona's appeased easily enough though. Just make it obvious that he's your number one and he'll settle down and stop being so grumpy. Tell him that there's no way you would even consider anyone else. Tell him you think he's perfect the way he is and Leona just might start purring.
When you're jealous
Oh sweet precious herbivore. You have nothing to worry about. Probably. But he’s entirely tooo flattered.
Thankfully Leona's too lazy to cheat so you really have nothing worry about. It’s already a lot of work keeping you happy, so Leona isn’t about to try twice as hard to keep a side piece.
Doesn’t even remotely entertain the attention of others. Like it’s actually so hard to turn his head. He just wants to sleep, preferably next to his herbivore, please and thank you.
He does however think your jealousy is hot.
“Hey herbivore, why don’t you show ‘em who I belong to.”
Wants you to mark your territory. Take him a little rough, leave hickeys, scratch his back. He’ll remark that it’s troublesome but won’t make any effort to cover anything up. Wears them as badges of honor.
So no he wasn't texting anyone else, or making plans with another person, or being particularly sneaky. He just wants to play chess on his phone and cuddle with you.
Cater Diamond
When he's jealous
The WORST. Turns into the world’s pettiest bitch. It’s like you’ve already dumped him.
Pouts. Sulks. Whines.
Get's a little childish. "Wouldn't you rather go hangout with your future boyfriend. 😒"
When you tell him he's being ridiculous he gets upset and defensive.
Give's cling wrap a run for its money. Starts hanging on your in public, especially around the person in question.
He was already shameless about PDA in public but when his hand starts creeping down towards your ass, while you make out on a park bench you have to give him a proper scolding. And know Cater, he's timed it perfectly so that the interloper in your relationship is passing by for class just at the right time to catch your heady make out session.
Other people likely intervene before Cater has a mature discussion with you about his jealousy because he's likely become a bit insufferable complaining about you and or this other person/people taking up your time and or attention to his friends.
Trey probably approaches you like, "uh, can you please tell Cater you're not gonna leave him for whoever?" Because he's getting on everyone's nerves with the complaining and comparing of social media profiles. Trey will make you a cake, whatever you want, just shut him up.
When you're jealous
Hot. Like soooo hot.
Makes you jealous on purpose because he finds the way you get a little possessive hot.
If you don't get jealous, its much the same as part one. He gets pouty and whiny, about how you don't really love him if you're just letting him get brazenly felt up by some random person. (He's never actually been groped but you know your man is prone to hyperbole)
When you're jealous he wants you to take control, but him in his place, gently, but passionately please.
"Sorry my partner says no," Loudly turns the other person down. Proclaims he's a taken man and that you wouldn't approve of him hanging out with them.
"But even if I wasn't taken, the answer would still be no." He's rude. And you should scold him for it.
But also praise him because look at what a good boyfriend he is, turning down his other suitors for you.
Cater thinks he's due for a little reward, don't you think?
Vil Schoenheit
When he's jealous
Watch the fuck out. Tartarus hath no fury like a Vil scorned.
He gets better about it with time, but not really. If you make Vil jealous he's going to directly confront the perceived threat to your relationship to assess the danger level.
"Hello my love, who's this?" He fights the urge to call the offender a "potato."
Gets moody with you. How could you even entertain the thought of another with the most beautiful man in the world warming your bed.
Now Vil won't get jealous of every other attractive person you come across (unless he knows for a fact this person has eyes for you.) He's not nearly that insecure but when random people start cutting into your time with him that's what he'll really make a stink about.
He's already so busy and his time is so limited, so when you go off with anyone when he has free time to be with you, he gets pissed.
Vil swears he not trying to monopolize your time but can't you see them when he's busy? He carved out this time especially for you, he believes he's owed your attention.
This is where he'll get especially petty. Oh you were going out with friends this afternoon, well he just happened to have booked a surprise spa day for you both, but he supposes he can cancel. He doesn't know when he'll get another day off but if you'd really rather go with your friends. Do not under any circumstance go with your friend if you want to keep your boyfriend
And while he's petty Vil will be very vocal about his disapproval, he won't leave you to read his mind. However, if after multiple conversations about not spending time with him on his limited days off, your relationship will be in jeopardy.
Don't make him repeat himself.
When you're jealous
Oh you sweet little darling. You're jealous of all of this attention from adoring fans who would happily destroy the life you've built together just for the chance to sniff his socks? Don't be silly. Vil would never entertain the thought of another when he has you. He's far too loyal and principled, he'll tell you if there's a problem in your relationship long before he would ever be compelled to cheat.
But also, while he'll say these sweet placating words "you're the only one for me," "how could I even look at another when I have you etc."
However don't you dare stop getting jealous. You'll have to pace it out. Too jealous and Vil will get annoyed and likely want to leave the relationship, but also know Vil is entirely that bitch who gets turned on by your jealousy.
He's a little toxic in his belief that your jealousy means you love him, that the passion in your relationship is still alive and burning hot. So if you're not acting jealously in circumstances where it absolutely makes sense for you to feel jealous he gets concerned. What do you mean you trust him to respect the fidelity of your relationship? Are you cheating? When did you stop caring about him?
"I don't like the way they look at you. Don't they understand that you're mine..."
Wrap your arms around him, nuzzle into his chest and say those words to Vil and he'll promptly need to adjust his slacks. Please show him how he's yours. He's not very fond of being submissive but if you're passionately displaying your affection while pleading for his attention he'll avoid exerting control...too much. Cover him in kisses, don't mark him-, but feel free to get a little handsy. He'll allow it just this once.
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gave into the urge to redesign Madame Flurrie, oops.
design notes under the cut bc I like to ramble
I ultimately wanted to make her feel less... naked. and make her face look a bit less off, as aforementioned
the main way I tried to achieve the former is by making her breasts less. spherical. and making their form a bit more like they have some sort of clothing over them (even if there isn't actually any) as opposed to them just being Out. along with this, I made her bottom distinctly flare out a bit to make it look more like she's wearing a dress. I think dropping the neckline of her necklace also unintentionally contributed to this illusion.
I added a fluffy boa because it felt like it fit her both as a retired actress and a wind spirit since it can look kind of cloud-like! this choice was vaguely inspired by Misstar's ribbon-boa. most importantly, it also helps make her look less naked.
I decided to make her hair and face look less like certain koopalings while keeping the overall shapes intact. i have to imagine those resemblances were entirely accidental because they don't really make any sense with who Madame Flurrie is.
more jewelry, more gems! it helps make her lucky necklace stand out a bit, all while adding to the "glamour" factor.
also, I added the nozzle into her main design as some kind of jewelry because I think it's really funny. girl why do you have that
#she's probably my least favourite partner by default (everyone else just clicks better with me) but. man#she could've been designed so so so much better . justice for fat and/or aging women#Vesper's Art#Madame Flurrie#Paper Mario#also that is a little bit of marilyn up there in the right corner. just know that
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Lightning Round QnA!
We had over 250 questions in the form and we focused on ones that were very open to anyone in the cast. So specific detail questions got left out :(
Here's a lightning round of questions to answer for y'all and my ask box is open if you have more!
Rae/Heyhay Questions
What happened to Icarus's birds?? We know Rae said he'd take care of them, but with the birds being wacked and Icarus whole memory type thing, what would happen with that.
Sherb and I talked about this a bit and landed on the birds seeking out Rae and he builds an aviary for the strange new little friends following him around. I might even write a fic for it!
Heyhay how long did the scrapbook (shown at the end) take to be made?
I worked on it for nearly a month and a half between organizing with the artists and making it myself!
How did you come up with Vaeh's Name?
It's from Fenris' sister Nevaeh!
Will you continue to cosplay the characters after this?
Absolutely!
To Rae/Hayhay: what was your favorite memory to make in the Always Remember Book?
I think probably all of the wedding details. I loved talking with my friends to plan out the details and outfits SO MUCH and a lot of the poses are based on my own wedding photos!
Are there any plot lines that you wish you could have done or explored more in depth, but couldn't due to time?
We initially had some ideas for finding a few more Telchin temples, including Project Protetus. I really like building the temple/facilities so that would have been fun!!
How did lore planning/pre stream work?
We usually plan out rough ideas for a stream in dms and then meet 30 minutes before a stream to go over everything, dry run some things like flight paths, and do sound checks!
Out of all the characters on fable smp, which one do you think you could win in a fight against?
Ven lol
Will we see other versions of the fable characters in other smp's like Bound?
You might >:3
If your character didn’t ascend, what would they be the god of? And if they did ascend, were there any other domains they could have been the god of other than the domain they got?
Rae's took FOREVER to actually land on. I was really stuck on wanting something that felt more correct than Knowledge and we tossed around a lot of ideas until landing on Wonder.
How much of the relationship constellation was planned?
Literally only Raax and Ocie's original partners (Rust, Jerry, Shawn) were planned! The others came about naturally as the lore progressed.
Did Rae ever get better at baking/cooking?
YES! At least slightly-
How old is Rae in the time period that Rye made in Rae’s epilogue
Not an exact age for Rae, but his epilogue takes place when Vaeh is roughly 4-5 years old.
The first two seasons have “names” (endstone reset and skulk reset) but what would be season three’s?
I like to think it'd be called the "Last Reset"
What is your favourite kind of fanfictions written about your character? (Tropes/themes/etc)
I'm a massive sucker for Hurt/Comfort fics-
Clarification Questions
What was that one gold aura building near the temple of creation in S1?
It was a build from Sherb's hardcore world at that time!
Why did Rae remember Icarus? I thought everyone was supposed to forget but I might’ve misunderstood
Rae remembers Icarus as a child up until when Icarus' first death would have been! Isla would also remember Icarusa as a child as well.
Was the release me book from season one written by fable?
Yes!
What is Haley? She came back from the dead but no body ever said if Midas made her come back or if she was a god.
Midas brought her back, switching her and Fable's places so he would go back into Purgatory
Why couldn’t Haley see quixis’ changes from purgatory?(and fable)
There is no record of Quixis in the Akashic Records. This is also why Icarus is missing from the records in Rae's epilogue!
General Questions
Are you guys gonna do another smp where its everyone as the same cast?
Nope, not with this exact cast at this time, but we all are on a bunch of other smps you can check out! Mer, Bound, Siege, and more!
Is there a reason behind all of the seeds you use in Minecraft? Or is it just the first biome that pops up is the new setting for the season?
We actually look really hard for a good world seed that we like. For season 3, we really wanted a good spot that the tree could be near the ocean and this seed worked out great for that!
Will we be able to have a world file of S3?
YES - it's coming soon!
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NSFW alphabet with King Baldwin IV
Please note that this is not the historical figure but the movie version. Also MDNI for my sake and yours.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He's a god at aftercare. Literally will get you whatever you need or want. He puts his needs last. When you take care of him he is shy, but very thankful.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He doesn't like his body that much due to his leprosy. He has to admit he was good looking before and during which he loved his hands, but now they're covered in sores. So maybe his eyes. He loves everything about you but more specially your hair. He loves his soft it is and he likes playing with it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He loves cumming inside you. He wants to get you pregnant so bad, he wants and heir to the throne when he eventually succumbs to his illness. Even if you can't get pregnant he still loves to cum inside you.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He gets hard every time he sees you naked. Even if it's not in a sexual context. Taking a bath. Boner. Get dressed boner. Hell if you give him a kiss and shower him in praise he gets hard. He can't help it just loves you so much.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He is a total virgin. No experience. I mean he's a strict Cristian so obviously no sex before marriage. He is super happy that your taking his first and he gets to experience these pleasures with you.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He really likes doggy. You can't see his scarred body which is a plus. He also likes how he can hit every angle in this position. He wants to make sure you feel good.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Serious 100% He views this act as sacred and something that your taken care of. Making a joke would just ruin the atmosphere.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Does leprosy affect pubic hair? I personally believe that he would try to keep it tame down there. It's not perfect but he put in the effort and that's all that matters.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He is sweet and a little clumsy but it's his first time so. Your pleasure is always number one. You'll have at least three organs before he has one.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He does not masturbate. He views it as an unholy act. The only way he will cum is by your "hands". Even thinking about masturbating grosses him out.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise. Oh my gosh dies he live when you praise him. He feeds off of your praise. He performs better if you praise him. Especially when he cums and you praise him he will go wild.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
The bedroom. He'll only do it there because it's the safest. Why would he fuck you anywhere else?
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He really wants to get you pregnant, but at the same time he doesn't because he doesn't want his kid to have leprosy. So it's more so that he just really wants to be close to you.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Degradation. To him or you. If you say something degrading he will not stand for it and make you apologize immediately. And he could never degrade you because he thinks your near perfect. It would literally kill him to degrade you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He wants to give but is afraid he'll be bad at it and it probably might hurt his scarred skin. He doesn't mind receiving but is awkward the whole time. He doesn't know what to do with his hands.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He is slow until he is on the edge and picks up the pace a bit. His leprosy effects him a bit in this department. He can't go to fast or all his stamina will deplete.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
No, he prefers to take you properly. Also quickies just wouldn't be good because y'know he's king and all. He has not time to quickly fuck you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
No he is comfortable with what y'all have now and that's all he wants.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He has bad stamina because of leprosy, so he can't last long. But he makes sure you'll have many orgasms and feel overwhelmed with pleasure. He always prioritize your pleasure over his.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Toys weren't even invented back then lmfao
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't tease, much. He'll never deny your orgasm but he'll gently poke fun at the way your face is all red and teary eyed.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He isn't very loud but he doesn't hold back his voice. You'll hear everything that comes out of his mouth.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He likes when your on top and gently take you fingers through his hair and whisper praises. And maybe call his your king or majesty.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He's about 5-6 1/2-inches long and kinda thick. It has a little scaring due to his leprosy but it looks normal. It is not cut but he does clean it well.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It's not high but not low. He wants to do it more frequently than he does but his body can't handle it. He feels repulsed by himself but seeing you moaning his name makes him feel better.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After your both cleaned up and taken care of he falls asleep pretty quickly. Your in his arms sleeping and then he falls asleep.
#x reader#gender neutral#gender not specified#gender neutral reader#kingdom of heaven#koh#kingdom of heaven Baldwin#baldwin iv x reader#king baldwin iv#baldwin iv#Baldwin x reader#yandere Baldwin#yandere king Baldwin#yandere Baldwin iv
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Pt. 3
Pairing: Father! Eddie Munson x reader
Warnings: I've never been on tour so the set up with how it's planned is probably wrong.
Series Summary: Years ago you and Eddie used to be friends. After you graduated, you two fell out of contact. After years of not speaking to each other, Eddie offers you a job you can't resist; be a nanny for his little girl.
Part Summary: Being a nanny for the child of a famous man is a lot harder then you expected. Will you be able to handle it?
*Not Proof Read*
Tag List: @maskofmirrors @saucypeanuttt @hugdealer
Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3
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This is it. We're going to fly.
I look out of the small airplane window beside me. We're so high up.
The sky is bright blue with minimal clouds. That helps relieve some of my anxiety. At least we don't have to worry about a tropical storm or something.
We're still so high up though. If someone were to fall off the plane, even when it was touching the ground, it definitely wouldn't be pretty.
In a few minutes we're going to be thousands of feet in the air. That's terrifying.
" You alright? " Eddie's voice breaks through my thoughts. He glances up at me from a random rock magazine in his hands.
I nod stiffly, pulling my gaze from the window. I take a small breath to help myself calm down. " Yeah, I've just never been on a plane before. I guess I'm a little nervous. " I admit while beginning to play with my fingers. " Flying over the ocean is freaking me out a bit. "
Eddie sets his magazine on his lap and turns his full attention to me. " It's going to be alright. I've done this a million times. Nothing's happened then and nothing will happen now. Just try to distract yourself. " He reassures me. " Here. " He pulls out another magazine, this one also about metal music news. " It's band stuff so I hope you don't mind, but it might help to take your mind off of everything. Plus there's a pretty fire crossword puzzle in the back. " He says with a grin, trying to help me feel better.
I smile at him. " Thanks, Ed. "
Eddie's grin widens at the use of his nickname. " Why of course, m' lady. " He exaggerates a playful bow in his seat.
I roll my eyes. " You're a clown. "
" Actually, I prefer the term Jester. " Eddie laughs at my reaction. He glances to the chair next to him where Rose is curled up against the arm rest. The look of pure adoration in Eddie's eyes sends a flutter of happiness through my body.
He loves her so much. He's matured a lot since High school. I never would've pictured him to be this responsible. It's amazing what having a child can do to a person. He just wants the best for her.
" She's a great kid. " I compliment.
Eddie nods in agreement. " I'm very lucky. She's put up with a lot, especially with the tour and everything. "
I wonder where her mom is? I haven't heard Eddie mention anything about her and Rose never calls her.
" If you don't mind me asking, " I begin cautiously. " where's her mother? "
6 months seems very long for a kid to be apart from their parent, especially when they're as young as Rose.
A flicker of anger crosses Eddie's expression.
Worried I offended him, I try to fix it. " You don't have to tell me. Sorry, that was very personal, I shouldn't have asked. "
Eddie shakes his head. He gently pulls the blanket around Rose's small shoulder. " No, you didn't do anything wrong. " He sighs. " It's...it's a long story. "
Overhead the pilot announces that we will be taking off. My hands clamp onto my arm rests as we suddenly begin to move. I refuse to look out of the windows, focusing my attention on our conversation. " Well, lucky for you, I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon. " I nod towards the window. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the ground rush by. We're going to fucking fast.
When we pick up from the ground my stomach drops. A weird unsettled feeling courses through my body. I try to ignore it.
It's okay. It's just a plane.
Yeah a plane thousands of feet in the fucking air.
Eddie seems to pick up on my distress. He leans forward in his seat, as well as forward as the seat belt will allow him to go, and he pats my knee. " It's gonna be alright, Y/N. " He glances over at Rose who's still sleeping and very much unbothered by what's going on around her. " Her mom is a model I met at a party a few years ago. We dated for a bit and then we found out she was pregnant. " Eddie sighs. " She wasn't that interested in being a mom, her career was just taking off. We tried to stay together at least until Rose was born but she wasn't happy. We decided it was best if we broke up. She isn't around much. She's still out there 'finding' herself. She's supposed to come see one of the shows when we get back into the States. She wants to see Rose. We'll see how that goes. She doesn't even bother with child support so I wouldn't be surprised if it's too difficult for her to make it out to see Rose. " He doesn't sound like he carries much belief in the woman.
" I'm so sorry. " I send him a sympathetic look. " That's very rough. "
Eddie shakes his head. " It's alright. I've got Rose and Rose's got me. She doesn't need anyone else. " He tenderly brushes a strand of hair out of the young girl's eyes. " Besides, now she's got an awesome nanny who will be there for here when I can't. " He sends me a smile.
" Of course. "
I've only been around the little girl for a little while but I'm starting to grow more and more protective over her.
Eddie and I continue to talk and eventually, my fears of flying begin to subside and I can finally relax.
It's nice catching up with Eddie. It's been so long since we've seen each other. I forgot how easy he is to be around. In many ways he's changed but in so many others he's exactly the same. He's kind and funny. He cares about what I have to say.
Things my ex struggled with at times.
I don't even realize when I begin to fall asleep. The peaceful atmosphere along with Eddie's soft voice lull me into a hazy state.
" Y/N? " Eddie's voice feels distant and quiet.
I don't respond, my lips feeling too heavy to move. I manage to muster up enough strength to crack my eyes open just enough to see through my lashes.
" Can I get a blanket please? " Eddie asks a nearby flight attendant. She quickly returns with a blanket which he opens up.
I hear the faint click of his seat belt as he takes it off. He shuffles around for a moment before leaning towards me.
My eyes, too heavy for me to keep open, close completely. I feel Eddie's gentle hands tuck the soft blanket around my shoulders. His touch is light as if he's scared of waking me up.
" Sleep well, Y/N. I'm so glad I ran into you. " His voice is so quiet I almost miss his words.
Too exhausted to think over his words, I let my mind slip into darkness, the feeling of safety and comfort completely surrounding me.
I missed Eddie.
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" How the fuck did they find out we were going to be here? " Eddie's slightly panicked voice.
My eyes widen at the sight in front of us. Dozens-no hundreds- of people are gathered around the entrance of the hotel we're supposed to be staying. Some are carrying large cameras with blinding flashes that go off as they snap pictures of the car. Others are loudly screaming and carrying signs. Everyone is loud and their eyes are desperate for a chance to see or be noticed by one of the boys.
" Someone must've leaked where you're staying. " Eddie's body guard, Tony, sighs. " Don't worry Ed, we'll get you guys in there safely. " He leans over to say something to the driver.
Eddie turns to me. " I forgot to pack sun glasses for you guys so this is what we're going to do. I'm going to get out and cover you two with my jacket. Keep her face hidden. Try not to look into the flash, that shit can blind you. " He pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his backpack and slips them on. " Trust me, it's not fun stumbling around while not being able to see. Don't worry about the bags. I'll send someone back to grab everything. "
I take Rose out of her car seat and pull her hood up. Eddie waits for me to get ready before he finally opens the door.
Noise floods into the car and the light is so much brighter than what the tinted windows let through.
I'm terrified. The crowd looks uncontrollable and hungry for the attention of Eddie.
The hotel's security struggles to keep a clear path for us to walk through. They firmly tell the crowd to back up but their voices only end up blending with the chaos of the screaming fans and inquisitive paparazzi's.
Eddie keeps true to his word. As soon as he's out of the car he turns his back to the crowd and holds his jacket out.
I hurry towards him, terrified of being in this mess longer than we have to be.
One of Eddie's arms snakes around my shoulders to block out the flashing lights. I tuck into his side, pulling Rose closer.
I keep my head down to watch my feet and keep an eye on Rose who's now restlessly twisting in my arms. The noise and lights are too overwhelming for her, she looks like she's about to burst into tears.
" Daddy! " She squeaks while trying to reach for the man. I struggle to keep a good grasp on her.
" It's okay, Rosie. It's okay. " His voice is calm, but I can tell he's nervous. His body is tense against mine and he's basically holding onto my shoulder for his life.
" Eddie! Who's with you right now? It this a new partner? " Someone shouts from around us.
" Is Rose there? How old is she now? "
" What do you have to say about the band that allegedly copied one of your songs? "
" Show us who you're with! "
Questions dart through the air causing an overwhelming feeling to flood me. There's so much going on.
" Back up! Back up! " Tony demands ahead of us.
" Please give us some space. We're just trying to get into the hotel. " Eddie's voice is forcibly polite.
It'll be over soon. We're almost there, right?
Damn it this walk feels like it's taken an eternity. The entrance really didn't seem this far away from the car.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot of hand reach under the jacket. It roughly yanks me back, causing me to slam further into Eddie. I let out a small gasp in surprise, my eyes widening.
Eddie firmly holds me down so I don't fall backwards, both of his arms grabbing onto me. " What the fuck! " He exclaims, pulling me further towards him and away from the person who grabbed me.
The jacket slips down slightly and I'm able to peek out over the top.
Rose is now full on sobbing, terrified of the sudden rough movements. Her small hands cling onto my shirt, looking for any form of comfort. The top of her head slightly peers out from between Eddie and I revealing one of her tear filled eyes.
I pull one of my hands over her face, trying to bounce her slightly.
I don't know what the fuck to do? How am I supposed to comfort a child when I don't even feel safe myself.
Eddie's livid. He sends a rough look towards the paparazzi who yanked me. " What the fuck is your problem? Don't touch them! Back the fuck off, you entitled piece of shit. We're fucking people! My daughter's right here! You could've hurt them both. " His grip around me is tight and protective.
The man's eyes widen in surprise. He's momentarily paused from taking pictures. " Hey man, I didn't mean anything buy it. I was just trying to get your attention. "
" Well you fucking got it. " Eddie snaps.
I haven't seen him this mad since failed Mr. Ryan's chem class for the 3rd time.
" Eddie please, let's get inside. " I beg the man.
Eddie's eyes shift towards us. His anger seems to morph into slight concern at the sight of our state. " Yeah, I'm sorry. Let's go. "
He sends one last nasty look towards the man who pulled me before we continue towards the hotel.
Eddie was right. These lights are blinding. If Eddie wasn't holding my shoulder's I'd definitely fall.
We finally make inside and I let out a breath of relief.
The doors close behind us and immediately security guards stand in front of them to block the entry of the nosy mob.
Eddie lets go of me and immediately reaches for his daughter. He shields her from the windows by blocking everyone's view with his back. " Oh, baby. " He mumbles with guilt. " I'm so sorry. Daddy's sorry. " He gently rubs circles into her small shaking back.
We make our way further in to the hotel and finally out of the view of the mob outside.
The crying seems to have worn out Rose because by the time we reach the front desk she's passed out. Not that I blame her, the whole day's been exhausting.
We collect our keys from the front desk before beginning our journey to find our rooms.
" This was a mistake. I shouldn't have brought her here. What if she's like traumatized now? She's too young for all this crap. " Eddie mumbles in concern.
" Hey, she's going to be alright. " I try to reassure him. " She's a strong little kid, she'll be okay. Don't beat yourself up too much about it. "
Eddie doesn't look like he believes me. Instead of voicing his concerns further, he chooses to nod and remain silent.
We finally come across the massive suite we're staying in. As soon as we enter we're greeted by a large common area with a beautiful gift basket full of treats. To the side is a small kitchen and bathroom.
Eddie disappears into one of the other rooms, one I'm assuming is a bedroom.
I make my way into the other room and a rush of exhaustion hits my body. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I saw the bed.
I abandon my backpack near the door and flop onto the bed. A small sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes to block out the bright lights.
This is going to be harder then I thought.
#fanfic#x you#x reader#x female reader#stranger things x reader#fanfiction#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie x reader#rockstar!eddie x you#dad!eddie munson
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Losing someone can be so beyond words. Here is some advice for losing a FP but it can probably be applied to losing someone in general!
Some things I like to remind myself are:
The feelings are temporary. They will pass. No matter how crushing they may be, you won't feel like this forever. Sometimes it can help to remember that what we're feeling is temporary because when we forget that and think it's how we're going to feel forever, it can make us feel so hopeless. So here's your reminder. This isn't forever.
You survived without them before, and you can do it again. I promise. It doesn't mean it'll be easy but it can help to have the reminder that we existed before then, and survived before them and we can do both of those things again.
Be kind to yourself. You are valid and you are allowed your emotions.
Healing is not linear. Grief isn't linear. And for a lot of us, when we lose our FP, it is something we need to heal from. It is something we grieve about. And it's okay if we feel ourselves doing better for a bit and then falling back. It doesn't mean you've failed or anything like that.
Some things I do:
Note that these are all personal things I do and aren't rules for how you should cope. I'm sure your own list will differ! But maybe my list will inspire you to think of ideas for your own list!
Focus on myself. Even when it's uncomfortable and I don't want to, I focus on my hobbies. I focus on finding new hobbies. Sometimes I make a list of different hobbies I've never tried, and then I go through it and try them at least once to see if I enjoy something. If not, it gets scratched off. These could be new shows, books, activities, etc.
Feel the emotions. Usually not all at once because it's too much, but my instinct is to bury the emotions. To turn my emotions off entirely ((I'm sure others relate to the turning them off thing. It's like a switch I can use). And it's uncomfortable, but sometimes I force myself to feel them. In bits as I can handle it. Allow yourself time to grieve.
Focus on my DBT skills like Urge Surfing for any urges that arise or Radical Acceptance for accepting my feelings.
Come up with a Crisis Plan in case I start to spiral. Here’s my walk through on that.
I diversified my relationships. I think this is an important thing to do. Even if you have a FP currently. Diversifying your relationships to have other people in your support system can be really good.
This is a personal choice, but I cut off all ties. I used to keep screenshots of messages they wrote assuring me they cared and stuff like that. I deleted all screenshots. I also made sure I couldn't look at their profiles and check on them. I made sure their numbers were deleted and anything else.
I like to do nice things for someone else. It's hard sometimes to get there, but there's a feeling I get when I make someone smile or help someone out that makes me feel a bit lighter. It reminds me that I am valuable as I am. This is actually a part of the ACCEPTS skill if you're interested in reading more about that.
Work on forgiving myself. Maybe you don't feel you need this, and that's valid. But I did. I had to learn to forgive myself for not knowing better, for making mistakes, and I always remind myself that I am human. In connection with this, I work on letting go of any regrets I have. It's easier said than done, I know. It's important for me to remember that I can't change the past, so dwelling on any regrets doesn't help me. What I can do is learn from them and do better.
I know it's hard. But it really does get better. I have lost FP's and thought the entire world was ending and that I would never recover. I still think about them sometimes, but it's such a dull ache that I barely notice it. It might always hurt a little, but it will be manageable.
Here are some other coping ideas.
You can do this.
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Obsession in a Good Cause
Since I finally watched Season 4 of "Lego Monkie Kid" today (MAGNIFICENT!), I feel the need to extol and ramble a bit about something deeper I noticed. A profound, recurring theme that really elevates the series in yet another way I wasn't expecting from silly lego people having magic, kung fu adventures with monkeys and such (gods damn, this show really has no business being this good).
And it's how characters with noble intentions and even kind hearts repeatedly fall to an obsession to make things *better* in some way. They can never leave well enough alone, they can never settle for good. And then ... in pursuit of making things *better*, they end up succumbing to a mentality of "The Ends Justify The Means" that winds up making things so much worse AND costing them everything they held dear.
Spoilers below.
Season 1 starts off with Demon Bull King, an archetypal bad guy, especially for a cartoon; he's big and strong, he wants to rule the world, he wants revenge for being trapped under a mountain, he's even cruel to his son. But a funny thing happens after his Season 1 finale butt-kicking: He spends some time bonding with his son (who he now sees grew up without him yet still only wants his love and approval) and worrying about his absent wife (while also being pretty sure his kickass wife can kick the ass of anyone who comes after her). Then, after being saved by people he ought to consider his enemies, he just ... goes home and mellows, watches some cooking shows, and spends more time with his family. Just being happy with them.
Everything we learn about DBK after that is practically a flashback to his pre-imprisonment days at minimum more than 500 years ago. And it makes one thing clear: he loved his family with a fierceness that would face down armies. Literally. He fought the Celestial Realm with his sworn brothers ... and I'm pretty sure he tried to conquer the Mortal Realm originally to build what he would consider a fitting kingdom for his wife and son. (Before he became obsessed with conquest itself, thanks in part to Lady Bone Demon's influence--obsessed enough even to lash out at the two people he was doing it for). That last one, I admit, is speculation, but I think it fits with how tenderly he was shown to love his family in the past and how mellow and domestic he becomes after letting go of conquest and just deciding to live in the moment. It was principally for them, like a father who spends too much time at work to provide for his family. Arguably a noble cause, but he became so obsessed with it that he lost 500 years of his life (and nearly the rest of his life) with them.
(Princess Iron Fan and Red Son both demonstrate it to a lesser degree, I reckon. Their relationship was not really loving at the start of the series, probably having suffered as a result of their obsessive drive to free DBK at any cost. Then to please him after his return. At least until he crossed a line--under LBD's influence--and lashed out physically at them, prompting them to leave him ... until he came back to them.)
Next there's Lady Bone Demon ... She's as terrifying and seemingly inevitable as death itself (fittingly, even Sun Wukong is scared of her), and her goal isn't to conquer the universe, but to destroy it.
Why, though? To make a better, perfect world free of the pain that plagues this one. Because she sees this world as fundamentally imperfect, and that imperfection at its very heart is the reason for all the pain in the world. From a certain perspective, she champions a very noble cause ... It's simply unfortunate that the world and everyone in it needs to be mercy-killed for her plan to work. But what's a little pain now to prevent greater pain later, right? It'll be over quickly, and then everything will be better for everyone ... somehow. Never mind the pleasure and happiness and joy people find in their lives despite (or even because of) the world's imperfect nature; she knows better so she will make things better, even if she must make everything worse first.
(Likewise for Spider Queen. She's so obsessed with reclaiming power she once held, that she loses the good thing she has left with her three loyal subjects. Instead of moving on and starting over and living a good if humbler life ... she dies.)
Then we come to Azure Lion and Yellowtusk (not so much Peng, as he seems to have always been more self-serving, but whatever). Two former warriors of the Celestial Realm who rebelled after seeing its corruption and indifference to mortal suffering. Where LBD was cold and nihilistic, they are warm and reformative. Their ideological position is that the flaw isn't with the world itself, but with those in power who care more about their own wealth, position, glory, and appetites than the needs of the common people. Replace the current leaders with ones who actually care about good governance--who have compassion for mortals--and they believe things *must* get better.
And GODS DAMN that's a sympathetic cause. How do you argue against it, given everything that's shown of the Celestial Realm's inactivity and isolationism? How do you argue against it when that's the story of real world politics? How do you not admire their courage and perseverance to try a second time after getting beaten down?
But it isn't enough for Azure Lion to reunite with Yellowtusk and Peng, just like it wasn't enough to form his own utopic kingdom where he could make a real difference (Note: A region they seemingly drained of life to form?). He could've had a good thing and walked away, but it wasn't enough. He was obsessed with casting down the Jade Emperor and replacing him to make *everything* better, so it was worth every dishonorable act he had to commit along the way. Lie to MK and Mei, let the others suffer through the scroll, imprison a sworn brother (and his family) when he chooses not to join yoir fight, slay a celestial army (and it seems a good deal of the palace staff), and risk the cosmos tearing itself apart? Strike preemptively at a potential threat even to the point of levelling mountains and slaying innocent mortals? All justified to keep his power, because he's the only one who will use that power responsibly and honorably. Ironic and tragic.
Finally ... Sun Wukong himself. What I love about Season 4 is how we see him before and druing that pivotal Journey to the West. And we get the perspective of several people who were very close to him before it--his sworn brothers. Azure and Yellowtusk admired how deeply SWK cared for his monkey subjects enough to be inspired to rebellion against the Celestial Realm, and even enough to choose SWK as their original replacement for the Jade Emperor. Macaque arguably loved him as more than a brother (if you interpret their interactions that way) and was prepared to follow along despite believing SWK should just stay on Flower Fruit Mountain and live happily ever after.
But Macaque gives us a fascinating insight into SWK's character before even that--insight into why SWK went to train with Madter Bodhi and raided the peaches and pills of immortality and so on. He feared death, he feared the good times ending, he never felt secure enough. He always needed more immortality, more power, more of a guarantee that things would stay wonderful for himself and those he cared about. Which eventually saw him imprisoned under a mountain, alone; which eventually saw him indentured to Tang Sanzang and forced to combat his sworn brothers; which eventually put him right back on Flower Fruit Mountain without any of his old or new friends. He was obsessed with things being *better* than they were ... and that inevitably cost him in the past, and threatens what happiness he does have in the present.
Thankfully, like DBK, he is capable of learning to move on. Hopefully, he'll be able to do so (and can help MK learn to do the same) before it's too late.
#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#sun wukong#monkie king#demon bull king#lady bone demon#azure lion#yellow tusk elephant#obsession
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I just watched the scene with Eddie and Buck in Buck's apartment Season 7 Episode 5 and I am crying 🥲 because watching that scene was - being in the presence of love.
I don't care about labels and as a demisexual, I don't much care if Eddie and Buck are "doing it" or not.
But THAT, right there IS LOVE!
...well....at least everything I know and feel about love 🤷♀️ ....
The tenderness and pain (not really fear but deeper than that) in Buck's eyes when he decides to tell Eddie;
Eddie switching gears immediately and focusing 100% on Buck and forgetting what he was fretting about 5 seconds ago;
How Eddie softens when he reassures Buck and guises it in "we all love you".
How Buck seems more grounded and on a surer footing standing before Eddie now that he understands himself a little better...
The juxtaposition of Eddie behaving like a bit of an idiot and Buck feeling like an idiot....until they both meet, just by themselves, and help each other to figure it out....
and, then what finished me off was
Eddie walking back from the door to hug Buck 😭😭😭
How could anyone be okay after that? Should we really be expected to be okay?!!
I think...and yes! absolutely, you can call me crazy for saying this...but, I think Maddie not hugging Buck after he comes out to her was a deliberate story choice, so that Eddie could be the first person to hug Buck when he comes out to his 911+ family. Because during the Maddie Buck scene, I was screaming at the screen "please cross that island and hug Buck" because Maddie's expression said it all!!! She was mentally hugging Buck and kissing his forehead. But Eddie had to be the first one to hug Buck....because out of everyone he was the one Buck was probably the most scared to tell. Because it would hurt too much if their dynamics changed even a little bit and as someone on the spectrum Buck knew he would notice it no matter how well Eddie tried to hide it. So that hug is much much more than what it seems.....
Okay, rant over. Now I will go and watch the rest of the episode and then rewatch that scene and cry some more.
And if you are still reading this, please go get a life 🥲😝❤️😘
#911#911 abc#bisexual evan buckley#911 buck#bi buck#maddie buckley#oliver stark#ryan guzman#911 buck and eddie#eddie diaz#911 eddie diaz#buddie rant#buddie
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Part two of the Goth! Nico/Surfer! Percy!! @neo-kid-funk liked it so much I couldn't not post another part so soon!! That's what your art does to me!! Pure inspiration!!!
This time it's Percy's turn to be a huge loser with a huge crush lmao
Part one, if you haven't read it~
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Percy threw himself on his beach towel, trying his best not to spill his precious drink even in his excitement.
“Annabeth, he smiled at me!”
His friend looked up from the huge book she was reading, a skeptic but fond look in her eyes.
“Percy, he works in retail, smiling at customers is literally his job”.
Percy groaned, took a sip of his drink - not alcoholic, but maybe it could make him forget his huge absurd crush on a boy he didn't even know.
The prettiest boy you've ever met though, his brain usefully supplied. What did it even matter that they didn't really know each other and that they had exchanged perhaps a total of twenty words to each other? Nothing, not when said boy had the prettiest features Percy had ever seen, the most enchanting eyes, the deepest and most beautiful voice, and the most charming shade of pink coloring his nose and cheeks. And, finally today Percy could add to the list that he even had the softest and cutest honest smile ever - because Percy could tell the difference between a “customers smile” and an honest one, and the way Nico had smiled today? It couldn't have been anything but honest, and it had made warmth bloom into Percy's stomach, made his heart grow ten sizes.
“No, Annabeth”, he said, at the cost of sounding like a petulant little child. “He smiled for real! He even laughed a little!”
“Did he?”
“I'm telling you he did!”
She seemed to consider it for a long moment. Percy waited with as much patience as he could muster for her opinion. He could always count on Annabeth being horribly and unapologetically honest with him; he could definitely trust her to be the one to offer him a cruel but needed reality check to bring him back to earth.
She had been the main witness of Percy’s fall into the hopeless (or maybe not so hopeless?) rabbit hole that was his crush for the kiosk boy, had been listening to him ranting on and on about him for probably almost a month now, and had been dragged on the beach way too many times against her will for Percy to ignore her valid as always opinion.
“That doesn’t necessarily mean he likes you, Seaweed-brain, you know that, right?”, she said, and Percy knew, but his heart fell anyway. “Still”, she added, and Percy couldn’t help but perk up at the tone of her voice. He knew that tone - it was the tone she used when she was about to say something optimistic even against her better judgment.
“I guess it is weird for him to smile like that at customers - at least, I’ve never seen him do it - and we do spend a whole lot of time on this beach and at the kiosk”.
She said the last part with just a tiny little bit of annoyance - but Percy knew her well enough to know that she would forgive him eventually.
“I need your support, Annabeth, you know that!”
“You could take Grover with you next time”.
“I did once, remember? He was even more nervous than me”, Percy said. “Not exactly the best wingman”.
Annabeth rolled her eyes at him. “It’s not like you’re doing much but staring at him and daydream anyway”.
Well, that was a low blow, but true.
“That’s not true”, he still said, just for the sake of it. It earned a raised eyebrow and the most skeptical expression he had ever seen on his friend’s face.
“Percy”, she said, slowly as if she was talking to a kid. “Showing off your surfing skills and hoping he’ll find you so incredibly hot he’ll fall on your knees for you is not doing something about this”.
Ouch. Alright, maybe Annabeth’s reality checks were a little too honest and harsh sometimes.
“You can’t know it won’t work”, Percy said.
She was right, of course - she always was, and Percy hated and adored her for it.
He sighed, setting aside his drink and looking at the kiosk, his eyes finding Nico right away with practiced experience. He was serving someone, and Percy’s first thought was I wonder if he’s smiling like that at them too - which was stupid, and he knew that too, but knowing it didn’t really change anything. Percy was perfectly aware of how ridiculous he was being, but despite what Annabeth might have said about it, knowledge wasn’t always all that mattered.
He sighed, forcing himself to look away.
“What do you think I should do?”
“Well, you really only have two options”, Annabeth said.
It wasn’t exactly hard to guess what she was referring to.
“Either giving up or finding the courage of asking him out?”.
“Precisely”.
“Ugh”, Percy groaned. “You’re not much more helpful than Grover, you know?”
Annabeth laughed. “You know I’m right, Seaweed-brain”.
“I hate you”.
“Hating me won’t make you date the boy of your dreams”.
The boy of your dreams - oh, he really was, wasn’t he? Percy didn’t even know when exactly he had started to be unable to think about Nico, to want nothing more than to talk to him and get to know him for real; things had degenerated pretty fast - one moment Nico was just the cute goth boy working at the beach, and then the next he was Percy’s newest obsession.
It was weird - Nico wasn’t exactly his type; he seemed to be all dark and sharp edges, cloaked in black like he was constantly trying to hide in the shadows even under the bright sun. He looked like the kind of person that kept everyone at arm's length, and it only made Percy want to get closer and closer.
He realized his eyes had turned to him again, following his every move. He was talking to his friends, his words accompanied by wide hand gestures - Percy had noticed this habit of his before; it was adorable, really. Percy wanted to talk to him and see it from up close.
“He’s so pretty Annabeth, I’m gonna die”.
That was probably the thousandth time Annabeth had heard him saying that, so the roll of her eyes was definitely justified.
“Then go talk to him and ask him out”.
Percy groaned. She made it sound so easy.
He got up, took his surfing board again. “Maybe”, he said. “But first I’m going to see if my plan of being too hot to resist is gonna work”.
“You’re ridiculous”.
“Thanks, I didn’t know that”.
Annabeth rolled her eyes again and went back to her book. Who even preferred reading a book on a beach instead of going into the water? Percy would never understand that.
He walked towards the water with his mind still fixed on the same thought. He wondered if Nico liked the ocean - maybe they could enjoy it together, maybe Percy could teach him how to surf.
Maybe. If he could actually find the courage of asking him out.
#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackon and the olympians#nico di angelo#percico#pernico#nicercy#at this point maybe i could just start posting it on ao3 lmao even tho i dont like starting to post when the fic is still unfinished#but oh well#NEO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! just some loser Percy absolutely head over heels for Nico!!!#this whole thing is making me so excited you know ;A; ily ily
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wasteland | part 2
part 1
and we’re back! sorry this took me a bit, i wanted to restructure some things. i think this part is (hopefully) a little more structured/detailed since part 1 was more of a rambling of ideas. thank you for the support and i hope you enjoy!
c/w: canon typical violence, panic attacks, implied assault, implied sexual violence, murder & death
reader is definitely a little unwell and mischievous (but who wouldn’t be in a post apocalyptic world)
word count: 2.9k
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Within the first hour of your crash and subsequent capture, your captors had proven not to be the smartest survivors in the world. They were strong, yes, but if they meant for you to be some prize bound to them for the rest of however long any of you survived in this wasteland, then it wouldn’t be a matter of their wit that kept you all alive. It would be of pure brute force.
You had come to accept this fact. You had also come to accept that if they were taking you with them, and if you couldn’t fight your way out, you could probably outsmart them. They were gross and downright awful, but that was the standard nowadays. It was the standard taught to you at past settlements, and this shared knowledge amongst the wasteland gave you some insight. If you could just bear the initial pain, maybe gain favor with one over the other, you could manipulate them into a fight that would hopefully end up with them doing enough damage to themselves that you could carefully sneak away with all their supplies, leaving them abandoned and alone in the dust.
There were just two of them, after all, and if things got too rough, you knew you would always try to fight again. You weren’t the strongest out here, but you picked up a thing or two by surviving this long. You vowed that you weren’t going to die without a fight at the hands of some lousy, greasy scavengers who just happened to have a faster car.
The more they talked, though, the less confident you were.
You didn’t know how long it would take to get back to their so-called “boss,” but from all the groups you’ve been in, you remembered that most scavenge trips take at least a week to return home from their destined locations. You didn’t know where their home base was or if they even had one, but you could only hope you would have enough time to get these two idiots to turn on each other. Or to kill them yourself.
If not? Well…you’d cross that bridge when you got to it.
You finalized your plan within that first hour. You knew you were no better than any other desperate, starving survivor out here, but some pride filled you, knowing you at least still had some semblance of your brain left.
But nearing the end of that genuinely awful hour, your captors had moved to attempt to bash your ankles in - quite literally throwing a wrench into all that planned confidence. You didn’t even have a moment to process that maybe the world was more savage than all your careful plotting could handle because, on the horizon, a new and stronger force was coming to uproot them. Uproot you, like some damn harbinger of death.
Great. Just great.
The KorTac Dog, as the rumors and legends so nicely named him, was a mountain of a man. You could tell that much was true even as he was still barreling towards your crash site in the dunes. His vehicle — some modified monstrosity that roared like an actual living beast — was decked out in armor and spikes. You couldn’t even tell what kind of car or truck it originally was. From this close, though, you could see that your one captor’s eyesight seemed to be failing him. The flag he called out as a skull was instead a crudely painted wolf. From a distance, perhaps it could look skull-like, and maybe that’s where all these rumors of death on wheels came from. Only those watching the KorTac clan’s carnage from hundreds of yards away could spread rumors of them. Things were bound to get lost in translation.
What wasn’t lost on you was how the Dog’s vehicle was built to be intimidating. Unlike your once small and camouflaged car, this hunk of metal was meant to be seen. Smoke billowed out in ominous plumes, and along with the frankly terrifying sound of its engine, you knew that this man didn’t care that he drew attention to himself.
He probably craved it.
Craved the battle. The raids. The bloody war that he could win solely from his own two hands.
You couldn’t stop the tremors of terror that began to spread through your body. Your captors really were idiots if they thought they could reason with a man like this. And you? You were an idiot for thinking you could ever survive out here alone if people were crafting vehicles of war like that for fun.
Slimy was packing up anything he could into their little off-roader, which in comparison looked like a child’s toy to the gruesome machine that was hurtling towards you all. Wrench was arranging anything he could spare from your scrapped vehicle and supplies - including you.
Your carefully crafted plan withered the second they had mentioned the incoming rider. It had been crushed into a finite dust when they actually asked who was on their way towards you three. You suppose it really shouldn’t matter to you who was on their way. You knew by leaving the last settlement that if you didn’t find another sanctuary soon, you would eventually die out here - either by people like these two idiots or withered away all on your own.
But if you were going to go out, it might as well be from a legend, right? from someone who was practically a god out here. It would feel like dying with some dignity left in you. Like you would still live on in rumors and stories, not just scatted remains. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. It helped stop the impending panic attack.
The truth was, you had never faced a foe more formidable than the two in front of you. Survival was more of a hide, scavenge, and hide-again sort of situation for you. and you were good at it, for the most part. But actually having to confront a warrior like the Dog face-to-face might break whatever slim sanity you were holding onto.
The man was getting closer. You could tell now that he wasn’t wearing a mask like you thought. It was some kind of hood - like a medieval executioner would wear. His vehicle had one word on the bumper, painted in bright red for all the world to see as he came barreling toward his victims: JÄGER
You just knew it had to mean something violent.
He wanted to be intimidating; that much was clear. He had made a name for himself out here, and you doubted he would let his reputation plummet to something even close to regarding the word “merciful.” It would have been better to run. Your captors' vehicle was fast - that’s how they even got you in the first place. All three of you could have been out of his way by now, but no. They were scared, which was fair, and didn’t want to risk it. And now you just happened to be caught in the scheme of two of the most idiotic people the wasteland still had to spit up.
The Dog had clearly taken note of the fact that none of you were fleeing if the now slowing vehicle was any indication. You thought, maybe even hoped a little, that he would just run the three of you over. Grind up your organs under those monster truck tires. Maybe pick his teeth with your bones. But no - he stopped.
Maybe he liked to play with his food.
Both of your captors had their hands raised up, even had their guns and knives on the dirt away from them. You guessed they were trying to make the situation seem like a harmless negotiation meeting. They had tied your hands and legs earlier, as well as placed a cloth gag in your mouth to keep you from hollering at them to leave while they worked. You had to admit, it really did look like they were offering you up as some enticing meal. A placating gesture for their escape.
All too soon, the war machine JÄGER rolled to a stop a few feet before you. A dust cloud puffed over your shaking boots - the vibrations from the rumbling engine enough to move the ground around you. The Dog had yet to dismount his vehicle, but he leaned back. Crossed his arms. The bastard looked relaxed - amused even.
You heard Wrench gulp from behind you.
The Dog was clearly waiting for someone to begin or lead the negotiations they had prepared. Why was he so accepting of this? Had this happened before? For some reason, the idea of a so-called war dog accepting negotiations didn’t sit right with you. You kept your head bowed, trying to remember some past rumors that might save your life - just in case.
As silence passed, the monstrous man before you finally let out an unimpressed sigh.
“What’s all this then?”
His voice wasn’t what you expected. Higher than the deep baritone you were expecting and accented. A bit scratchy, but if he had to shout over that still-rumbling engine every day, then his vocal cords were bound to take some damage. But still, it was weirdly nice to hear someone so…calm. Commanding. You didn’t know how long that would last, though. His fingers were twitching - clearly a short fuse. You could feel his eyes scanning the three of you, probably unimpressed with what he saw but still not attacking anyone.
Yet.
Maybe these idiots had some semblance of an idea after all. It made your skin crawl. You knew you could, at the very least, survive a little longer with these two, but the Dog was an unknown. And unknowns meant danger.
Slimy, the leader of your captor duo, finally gestured with his hands to the bag of rations, two gallons of fuel, and you. “We saw you coming - wanted to make an offer so we could get home safe.”
You couldn’t help but look up. The silence from the man before you was going to kill you. As you did, the Dog tilted his head, looked you over again, and hopped out of his vehicle.
By god, he was massive.
Here, bound and gagged on your knees, you really did feel like a sacrificial lamb for some demi-god. You quickly turned your gaze back to the dirt, praying for the first time in years. The closer he walked to your trio, the quicker your heart rate spiked. You swore you were going to die just from his presence alone.
“Why the girl?” he asked. It was nearly a whisper as if he were baffled by the idea of a human offering.
“We just got her; she’s fresh. Probably a tight lay.”
You couldn’t help the sob that left you. God, you hadn’t felt this miserable and weak in eons. You thought you were tough, but you had just been lucky. Everyone knew the wasteland was hell, but you had become numb to it. You hadn’t been at the receiving end of this kind of treatment before - you had never been captured. You had only run, hid in camps or makeshift civilization, and ran again to the next point of safety. You only knew what kind of plan to form thanks to the stories and tricks traded by other non-warrior survivors like yourself at the places you found yourself in. You thought you could handle it when the time came, but this? This was breaking you.
The Dog’s boots stepped into your vision. You wanted to keep your head down, to at least give yourself the false hope that looking away will save you. But then his gloved hands grabbed your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his. It was surprisingly gentle for a madman. You went with the motion, too afraid of what would happen if you resisted, but you couldn’t stop the tears that began to flow.
He seemed so sad looking at you. Like he had just stepped on a puppy’s tail and was trying to figure out how to make it up to them. You knew he could feel you trembling, and it made you all the more sick. You didn’t want his pity. You were a survivor; you knew you were, but god, this was terrifying. Something must have hardened in your eyes, something he must have recognized. His own narrowed at you - were they blue? or green? You couldn’t tell but damn him, they were pretty - and he let your chin go.
Wrench shifted behind you, clearly unsure of how this was all going down. The Dog shifted to stand behind you, effectively becoming a barrier between you and your captors. He could easily snap your neck, shoot the other two, and take whatever supplies he wanted at this point. Slimy and Wrench didn’t seem to take note of this - instead, you heard them chuckle something along the lines of “I think he’ll take her.”
Again, your captors were complete idiots.
The Dog was tense behind you. It felt like one wrong word, and all three of you would become the next story that built up his gruesome reputation. If he was going to kill you all, you much would have preferred a vehicular slaughter. Now that you’ve seen him up close, you are sure that you don’t want to die by those hands, looking up into those unfortunately beautiful and gentle eyes. It would be too much for your brain to process.
You would probably thank him as he closed the final chapter of your miserable little life.
No. No, you couldn’t think like that. You would get out here, somehow. Even if your captors were beginning to anger him, maybe you could still appease him. Better to get on his good side than stick with those two weasels.
The Dog had said something during your panic-induced interlude. Something that had caused your captors to cease their excited chattering.
“What?” Wrench squeaked. You didn’t know he could make that sound.
“No.”
Oh. Oh, you were fucked. This behemoth didn’t want the trade. He didn’t want you. He was just going to kill all three of you, take whatever he could carry, and be on his merry way. Your captors finally seemed to register this if the sound of panicked shuffling was any indication. They should've kept a weapon on them. Idiots, Idiots, Idiots-
“We can negotiate! KorTac always does negotiations, right?”
“We negotiate with survivors, not mutts like you,” the Dog spat. “You took a random girl captive and used her as a piece of meat to trade. Worse than the worms, the both of you.”
“A mistake! One we’re sorely sorry for, but please take anything else, and we can-“
“I said no.”
Bam. Bam.
Gunshots. You didn’t even hear the Dog take out his gun to shoot them. He was fast, precise too. Your once captors’ bodies slumped to the ground with sickening thuds. You were surely going to follow.
Another sob forced its way out of your throat, causing the man to turn back towards you. He had holstered his pistol again before he kneeled in front of you, making sure you couldn’t look at the dead behind you.
“Don’t cry, Mausi, they are gone now,” he said. He gently raised his hands, afraid to spook you. “I am going to take these binds off now, and then we will go home, ja?”
Home? His home? Oh. Oh, he did want you. Your frazzled mind was trying to keep up with all of this while panic was simultaneously erasing your rational thinking. But some hindbrain survival part of you was kicking in. If he took you, it was no different than those two from before. You could manipulate him, too. You could still survive.
He still hadn’t touched you, which was a good sign. You nodded, and finally, those tight ropes around your ankles and wrists were gone, skin rubbed raw from the harsh treatment. He let you take the gag out yourself, and when you didn’t immediately bite him or make a move to run, he settled back on his haunches, pleased.
“What is your name?” he asked, still so gentle for someone you were convinced was made of nothing but violence. You shook your head, unsure if you were ready to give up something vulnerable and buried to this stranger. He sighed and leaned closer, “You don’t have a name?” Seconds ticked by. The fear of angering him with your incompetence was gnawing at your bones.
“What did you call me? Mouse? That works,” your voice came out rough from all the straining and crying, but still, he huffed. It was not entirely a laugh, but it was close enough to slightly lower your guard.
“It’s pronounced Maus. Say it like that, Liebling,” he said, rolling the word out slowly. You took a shallow breath.
“Maus.”
Damn, if those eyes crinkling didn’t relieve even more of your terror. “Very good,” he patted your knee, then raised himself to stand over you again. “You may call me König.”
König. It sounded intense, something more powerful than just Dog. You wondered if he knew the rumors about him, wanted to ask if he knew what people called him out on the road. That would have to wait.
König looked behind you, sighing at the work he needed to do. “Well, Maus, you just stay put, and I’ll get you somewhere safe very soon.”
You weren’t sure where you were headed precisely. You were even more unsure if this König could be trusted. But as you watched this mountain of man scavenge whatever he could from your ex-captors’ belongings, waving whenever he caught you staring at him, you began to hope that your new plan would work out just fine.
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that which remains unsaid…
workaholic bf x male reader
word count: ~1.0k
genre: angst(?), fluff(?), slice-of-life
author’s note: this was based on plucholy’s accountant/office worker oc. plucholy is an 18+ artist, so minors should NOT interact with his page.
feedback/interactions are appreciated! helps me keep motivation alive ^_^
archie sits at his desk, flipping through various documents piled up on his desk. he pores over the numbers over and over again, wracking his brain to come up with a way to increase the projected profit for the department he manages at work.
he’s been crunching numbers all week trying to balance budgets and get the sales projections to go a certain way that would boost the department’s output, but the prospects are not looking good.
it doesn’t help that a lot is riding on his ability to pull this off, and if he fails to do so, his boss will never let him hear the end of if it. not to mention the board will most definitely be on his…
…his uh…
…his concentration is momentarily interrupted by a gentle knock on his at-home office door. you poke your head in cautiously, your eyes adjusting to the dark room. his face is illuminated by the screen of his laptop, a glare of which can be seen reflected on his glasses.
steeling yourself, you clear your throat before speaking up. “archie…?”
archie glances at you briefly over his glasses before turning back to his documents. he mutters a terse “yeah?” in lieu of a response.
“sorry to bother you, i just wanted to make sure you’re okay and that you’re taking care of yourself… drinking water and all that.”
he doesn’t so much as spare you a glance. “i’ll drink some water when i’m done with this. now is not the time.” he dismisses your concern with little more than a click of his mouse. the cold attitude hurts a little, but you try not to take it personally.
“ah, okay… is there anything i can do for you?”
archie eyes you with some disdain. he lets out a frustrated sigh, letting the arm that was previously propping his head up drop on the desk with perhaps a bit too much force to be considered passive. “don’t you think i’d ask you if i needed something? leave me to my work. i’m trying to meet a deadline.”
okay, that one stings. you know it’s only because he’s stressed about work, but still... you have to repress the urge to sigh. sometimes reminding yourself that it’s just his work-related frustration manifesting itself doesn’t reassure you as much as you’d like it to.
rubbing the back of your neck, your ears burn in embarrassment as you weigh your options. you don’t want to test his patience, but not making sure he’s taking care of himself just isn’t an option. ultimately, you figure if he’s gonna keep working like this, he should at the very least get some food in his system.
“alright then, um… i’m gonna order some takeout, you want anything?”
“no. do what you want.” another curt response. his voice remains sharp, uncaring, and dismissive as he glares back down at his documents.
“okay,” you reluctantly concede. “let me know if you change your mind…”
“i won’t. now leave me alone.”
you wince at his harsh words. if it were anyone else, you would have probably gotten fed up and snapped at them by now. but this is your boyfriend after all. you know him better than to think that pushing the issue would amount to anything other than more frustration for the both of you.
you decide to take the path of least resistance and slowly back out of the room. just before you close the door, however, you poke your head in one more time.
“i love you…” at this, archie pauses. his eyes soften as he sits upright, finally making eye contact with you.
“i love you too, honey. just…” he sucks in a tense breath of air through his teeth. you can see his exposed chest rise and fall almost theatrically beneath his unbuttoned shirt as he sighs. “just leave me alone, alright?”
you give a thoughtful nod, carefully closing the door to make as little noise possible.
archie sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. despite being very cold with you just now, he feels himself soften after the exchange. he takes a moment to re-collect himself, then gets back to work.
archie doesn’t emerge from his office until well past midnight, after you’ve long since retired to bed. he enters the kitchen to make something quick to eat, but stops in his tracks the moment he turns the corner. there, sitting expectantly on the counter, is a box of chinese takeout with a note taped to the side.
"i know you asked me not to, but you know me, always the worrier... i got you your favorite. enjoy :)"
archie sighs. shaking his head at the note with a soft smile creeping up on his face, he takes a seat to eat his food. Archie finishes off his portion and puts the leftovers away in the fridge, and then does a quick sweep of the kitchen to tidy up before he heads off to the bedroom.
sure enough when he enters the bedroom, you've already long since fallen asleep, breathing softly with just your head poking out from under the covers.
he stands there for a moment, unable to tear his eyes away from your peacefully sleeping form. eventually he approaches the bed and begins to silently remove his clothes, careful not to disturb you.
down to just his boxers, he gently slips into bed, not wanting to startle you. once under the covers, archie reaches over to wrap his arms around you, gently pulling you close.
you shift a little in your sleep, unconsciously chasing the warmth of your boyfriend's embrace, at which archie chuckles to himself. nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck from behind, he closes his eyes, and allows himself to drift off, comforted by the all too familiar scent of his beloved.
#male reader#mlm#oc x male reader#damn how do you tag things that dont have a fandom lmao#mlm yearning#oneshot#also#hurt/comfort#i think??#angst
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Fall From Grace - Lucifer x Fallen Angel! Reader - Ch. 4: "We Can Be A Family Again."
The next day everyone at the hotel made their way down to the news station. Alastor and Lucifer both wasted no time threatening Katie. After hearing about everything that happened last time, it really wasn’t that surprising that she’d not want us there. Regardless, she gave in to Lucifer’s commands.
“Are the two of you ready to do this?” I asked, turning my attention towards Emily and Sir Pentious.
“Yes!” Emily beamed. “We got this.”
“Indeed!” He replied, sounding a little nervous.
“Hello, citizens of Hell,” Emily stood at the desk, Katie looking rather unenthused. “My name is Emily. I’m a Seraphim Angel from Heaven.”
Charlie bit down on her lip, eyeing Emily and Sir Pentious nervously. I placed a hand on her shoulder, assuring her that the two of them would be okay.
“I know you all don’t…have a good impression with Angels after everything…” Emily laughed nervously. “But I can assure you we’re not all like that. I, just like a majority of Heaven, had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. I’m disgusted by what the exorcists have done, and I’d like to show you all that it’s possible to make it out of this place and have a better afterlife.”
Emily placed a hand on Sir Pentious’ shoulder, pushing him forward just a bit. The snake Angel raised his hand slowly, nervously waving at the camera.
“Hello…”
“Here before you is the first ever redeemed sinner! Sir Pentious!” Emily beamed, a smile upon her face.
When she said that, the crowd remained rather quiet. They didn’t seem to show all that much interest. I noticed that Emily had froze; she seemed like she wasn’t sure what to do next. I’m sure she expected them to have more of a reaction than that.
“Come on everyone…” I muttered under my breath. “Listen…”
“You really think we can trust you after what’s been going on down here for years?” A demon from the audience yelled.
“This is dumb!” Another yelled.
“You see,” Emily began, forcing a wider smile, “He’s changed form. The proof is right here, see? Ahahaha…”
“Well the loser became a prissy Angel, who cares?” Another demon said, laughing loudly.
“Who’d want to come to a place like that anyway?” Yet another demon chimed in.
A sigh escaped my lips. I know that Emily probably wanted to do this on her own, but the least I could do is support her in this. Even though I hadn’t been down here in Hell for long, I did have more of an idea of what they were actually like than Emily did. This was the first time in her life that she had been to Hell.
“Everyone, as a former Angel myself… I too was disgusted by the actions of those above. That’s how I ended up down here. I understand why you’d all be skeptical.” I said, stepping onto the set and taking a stand next to Emily.
“Y/N…” Emily trailed off, stunned.
“But we all want to work towards making Heaven and Hell a better place for everyone,” I said. “That’s why we’re asking that you give Charlie’s hotel a shot. If it’s not for you, you may leave at any time. We all believe in you, especially Charlie. We want to make sure no demons have to suffer ever again.”
I reached my hand out to Charlie who was just behind the camera. She took it without hesitation, and I pulled her onto the set with us.
“Charlie and her friends showed true courage during the last extermination; they proved that us demons are strong and we can achieve anything; especially Sir Pentious. You can sit there and call him a loser all you want, but at the end of the day he’s achieved something none of you ever have.” A smirk made its way onto my lips. “You’re going to let a so-called loser outdo you?”
“All of you are welcome to check into the Hazbin Hotel at any time,” Charlie said, a bright smile upon her face.
As soon as those words left her lips, a bright beam shot through the ceiling. On instinct, I pushed Charlie out of the way, the light gashing through my side. Charlie fell safely into Vaggie’s arms.
“Y/N!” Lucifer called out, sprinting towards me.
I could hear the vibrations of the building, and took notice of debris beginning to fall; the building was going to come down.
I went to take a step, but stopped in my tracks when I took notice of the pain in my side. I looked down, noticing a yellow liquid dripping down my side. I bit down on my lip, taking a deep breath.
“Y/N, we gotta go,” Angel said, throwing one of my arms over his shoulder. As he did that, Lucifer did the same on the other side.
All of us fled the building rather quickly, not wasting any time for sightseeing. Despite what had just happened at the station, everything outside seemed normal. I began to feel rather dizzy, but I did my very best to hold on; I refused to black out.
Soon enough, we made it back to the hotel. Lucifer and Angel placed me down onto the sofa in the lobby. All of the hotel residents hovered around me, looks of concern on their faces.
“Are you alright?” Lucifer asked me, applying pressure to the wound on my side.
“…I’m fine,” I replied. “I’m just… a little tired.”
“Y/N…you…” Charlie sniffed, on her knees in front of me.
“Thank you,” Vaggie said.
“I’m so glad you’re alright,” Emily said, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “It’s still so new to me that….that Angels can even be hurt, so I never imagined this would…”
“Don’t worry,” I said softly, showing her a reassuring smile. “Though I’m not exactly an Angel anymore…”
Suddenly, we all heard loud static coming from the television that was across the room. It began to flicker vigorously, until eventually coming to a clean picture. On the screen before us was a woman with bright, blonde hair and an overall striking appearance. She seemed to be sitting in some sort of empty studio. Where was she?
“That little news segment was just preposterous, if you ask me. Demons like us don’t belong up there with all their rules.”
“…Mom?” Charlie muttered under her breath.
“Look what you have down here,” the woman said rather calmly. “Freewill to do whatever you want. Do you want to lose all that?”
“…No way.” Lucifer said. As he said this, I could physically feel him applying even more pressure to my side; it was really hurting, but I remained silent.
“I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, but just know I’ve been watching for a long time,” she said. “Charlie proved that we can fight back against Heaven, didn’t she? What’s the point in going up there when we’re no longer helpless down here, hm?”
I looked over towards Charlie, who was eyeing the television intently, a small smile upon her face. Then, I turned my attention towards Lucifer. My eyes met his, then he immediately looked away and removed his hands from my wound. I continued to bleed, so I moved my hands to apply the pressure myself. My face fell, a pit forming in my stomach. I swallowed roughly, turning my attention back towards the television.
“Think about it a bit. The hotel idea is silly, you’d all be better off buying yourself some weapons in case the Angels strike again. I’m sure you’ll make the right decision, my subjects. I’ll be seeing you all soon.”
And with that, the screen went black. I looked towards Charlie and the others. While the others mostly just seemed confused or surprised, Charlie seemed rather excited.
“Dad, she’s here,” Charlie began, stuttering from excitement. “I-it’s been so long I…can’t believe it!”
“Charlie…” He trailed off, his eyes still on the ground.
“Dad, she’s finally come home,” she replied, taking a stand. “I-I don’t know where she is, but this means she’s close. We can be a family again!”
When she said those words, I felt my jaw drop. Lucifer had said that he and his wife had grown apart, so Charlie’s reaction seemed rather unreasonable; surely she knew this? Or perhaps she was more naive and hopeful than I originally thought?
“Charlie stop it, that’s enough!” he spat, causing Charlie’s smile to vanish in an instant. “We’re not discussing this.”
“…Dad.”
Lucifer quickly began walking towards the stairs. Everyone watched as he walked away, not uttering another word until he had vanished entirely.
“I know it’s been a long time since you’ve seen your mom,” Vaggie spoke up, grabbing onto Charlie’s arm. “But didn’t you hear what she just said?”
“Yeah, w-well,” Charlie stammered, “I was able to change dad’s mind, right?”
“But your dad didn’t outright blast you like that, did he?” Angel spoke up, throwing his hands into the air. “It sounded like she was mocking you or something.”
“I-I’m sure she didn’t mean to do that,” Charlie said. “Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.”
“Your dad seemed really upset,” I said softly, looking towards Charlie and the others as I hesitantly sat up, wincing a bit.
“Well, he and mom weren’t on the best terms before she left, ”Charlie admitted. “But it can be fixed. Right, Y/N?”
“…Mmhm,” I muttered under my breath, unsure of how to respond. My eyes then met the floor.
Something about her words made me feel uneasy. I knew that Charlie wanted to fix her relationship with her mom and her dad, which was fine, but I didn’t see her fixing her mom and dad’s relationship. Perhaps I was being selfish in thinking so?
I found myself thinking that Lucifer and I’s relationship would be different with his wife around. Until now, I hadn’t really realized how close the two of us had become over the course of just a few weeks. Was I ready to give that up?
“WAIT!” Charlie exclaimed. “I’m so so sorry, you still need medical help and here I am worried about my mom…”
“Hold on, I got this,” Cherri said, making her way towards me. “Come with me and I’ll get you patched up, alright? Then you can get some rest.”
“Thank you,” I replied softly, allowing Cherri to help me walk.
Cherri took me to the bathroom, helping me get my wound cleaned up and bandaged. For a party girl, she was surprisingly gentle and good and seemed good at treating wounds. Though I had grown to be friends with Cherri over the past few weeks, we mostly just played games and did a bit of partying.
“How do you know how to do all this?”
“I get myself fucked up all the time, what do you expect?” Cherri said, laughing. “At least now it can actually come in handy.”
After Cherri helped me get fixed up, I made my way to my room to rest. I sat in my bed for a little while, blankly staring at the ceiling. After all that had transpired, I wasn’t really sure how to feel. The only word I could think of was…empty.
“Y/N,” A familiar voice called behind my door. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re injured and I have to leave tomorrow,” Emily said, entering the room. “I don’t really know what else to do after what happened today.”
I sat up in the bed, my eyes finally meeting hers. Emily gave me a small smile, but the frown upon my face remained intact.
“It’s…fine,” I replied, my voice low and blunt. “They have undeniable proof. If they choose to ignore it, that's their problem.”
“What’s wrong?”
She walked closer to the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. I simply stared back, my expression not faltering.
“I got slashed, Emily,” I replied bluntly.
“No, there’s more to it than that,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
“Charlie wants to fix her family,” I replied with a sigh, pausing for a moment. “But I don’t know if I can help her with this. I guess you can say that’s the new thing bothering me… along with everything else that happened today.”
“Charlie told me about how her mom went missing seven years ago,” Emily said. “She also told me about how they had separated before then.”
“Lucifer told me about it briefly.”
“How would you feel if they got back together?” Emily asked rather suddenly, causing my eyes to widen.
This was a subject I had only really thought about just before heading off with Cherri. It was something I refrained from thinking about because it made me feel uneasy, bad, and cold… maybe the best word to describe it was scared?
“Scared…of losing him,” I replied softly, my eyes widening a bit at my own words.
“Y/N?” Emily said, sounding a bit surprised.
“The way he turned away from me when he saw her made my stomach hurt….” I trailed off. “I’ve never felt that way before, so I…Oh god..”
It was at that moment that I realized what Emily had said before was true. Surely, I felt something more for him than I had originally thought? I had plenty of friends at the hotel, but I didn’t click with them in the same way that I did with him. They didn’t make me smile in the same way that he did either.
“It’s okay to feel that way, Y/N.”
“It doesn’t feel like it is,” I said. “What would Charlie think?” I looked down, clutching the blankets tightly. “I don’t want to ruin her family…”
“She’s been gone for seven years… that alone says a lot about her mother in my opinion.” Emily said. “I think she already considers you a part of her family.”
“I…”
“Y/N?” I heard a voice sound behind my door, followed by a knock. “Can I talk to you?”
“Hello,” Emily said, opening the door to reveal Lucifer. “I was just about to leave anyway. She’s all yours.”
My eyes wandered to the other side of the room, trying to look at Lucifer. His hat was bent down slightly, covering his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m not interrupting, am I?”
“No, no,” she laughed. “Good luck, Y/N.”
After Emily left the room, Lucifer remained rather quiet. He avoided eye contact with me, which made it feel even more awkward. He quietly made his way over to the bed, sitting on the end of it facing away from me.
“What is it, Lucifer?” I quietly spoke, feeling unsure of my words.
I had just come to terms with the fact that I felt something more for this man, then merely moments later he was sitting on the other end of my bed, avoiding eye contact. My chest felt rather tight, and I could feel my heart racing as I awaited his reply.
“Thank you for saving my daughter,” he finally said, his voice rather low. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to say that to you earlier. I was a bit…not myself I think.”
“It’s okay,” I said, feeling unsure of what else to say in the situation.
“No, you don’t understand, Y/N,” he said bluntly, his voice louder than before, catching me off guard. “This wasn’t some coincidence. That Heavenly light was meant to hit Charlie, and it happened right before that broadcast…” He stopped for a moment, his voice becoming softer as he continued. “I didn’t want to believe it, but I just can’t think of any other explanation.”
“She… wouldn’t, would she?” I asked in disbelief, my eyes staring at the back of his form, trying to imagine the expression upon his face.
“I want to say she wouldn’t…” he said. “But truthfully I don’t know. She was gone for so long and then acted like it was nothing…”
I threw my legs over the side of the bed, slowly scooting closer to him. As I did so, I could feel my heart racing. I reached out my hand, moving towards his shoulder, but I froze as soon as I heard his words.
“Please, don’t,” he said, his voice almost harsh. Though, it was evident that he was feeling rather overwhelmed, so I tried not to take it to heart. Despite that, I could still feel a heaviness in my chest.
“Lucifer…” I spoke softly, retracting my hand. “What can I do to help you?”
“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he said after a moment. “But can you continue to help me protect my daughter?”
“Of course,” I replied.
He finally shifted on the bed, turning to face me. His facial expression was rather bleak, and I could tell that his eyes were a bit swollen. He probably didn’t want me to know that he had been crying. After everything that had happened, I would have been more concerned if he hadn’t cried.
“Thank you, Y/N…”
I could see the tears threatening to fall from his face again, and I wanted so badly to make him feel better. However, I really just didn’t know what I could do at that moment. As much as I wanted to comfort him and tell him it was okay, I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything else.
Without saying a word, I threw my arms around his neck and held on tightly. He felt rather stiff and resistant at first, but eventually wrapped his arms around me as well. I could hear him softly sobbing, which made my heart sink. However, I knew that that’s probably what he needed. He needed to let all that emotion out, and I was willing to be his shoulder to cry on.
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