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akicult · 3 years

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random zeke headcanons

cw: sfw, mild nsfw, established relationship, afab!reader

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- he kicks his shoes in the middle of the floor and you’re constantly arguing with him to put them away.

- “oh sorry.”

- he didn’t put them away.

- he’s so blunt. like you both could be having such a sweet, sentimental moment, maybe at some restaurant on a date and he’ll cut you off mid sentence saying “you have a booger in your nose.”

- he’ll also lean over and try to pick it for you, which you’ll swat him away because you’re literally in public.

- he can’t sleep unless his entire body is practically laying on top of yours, or at least his limbs are covering you.

- he does it to be annoying, that’s just his love language.

- says the most random shit out of no where CONSTANTLY.

- “i had a dream you died and i had to go to your funeral.” WHAT?

- it’s not often he wakes up before you, but when he does he’ll do something nasty like give you a wet willie. like, mf.

- absolutely has to be holding your hand when you’re walking in public, or at least have his arm around your waist.

- he’s so annoying, he’s constantly asking you “do you still love me” just because he knows it’s repetitive and annoying. your answer is always “no.”

- when you’re both like, an hour into trying to sleep he’ll just turn to you and say “wanna have sex?”

- doesn’t matter if you already did that night.

- when you’re showering he’ll walk in and dump a bunch of ice on you.

- obviously, you’ll do the same.

- then it becomes a battle every single time you’re showering. you have to learn to shower quickly.

- he got you into the habit of smoking sometimes too, even though he hates that you do it.

- and okayyy, he can be pretty romantic when he wants to be.

- he’s not bad at planning nice dates. ones where you get all dressed up, go out to an art museum or go sight seeing.

- the entire night he’s being such a gentleman—holding your hand, giving you sweet kisses, nice conversation.

- you’re almost set on giving him the night of his life.

- until he’ll be smiling down at you, and you’ll ask “what’re you thinking about?” with all the love in your heart,

- and he’ll say “just remembering what you look like with my dick in your mouth <3”

- call an uber, we’re leaving.

- he’s kind of a heavy sleeper.

- although, i feel like it takes him forever to fall asleep. he might be a slight insomniac. like sometimes you’ll roll over and notice he isn’t next to you so you’ll go looking for him, and he’ll just be on the patio smoking.

- he cares a lot about you. he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

- he hates seeing you upset, that’s why he’s hardly ever serious around you. he likes seeing you laughing.

- he has a picture of you in his wallet.

- you absolutely hate that photo of you, that’s why he keeps it.

- it’s also his favorite photo of you.

- if someone is hitting on you, he’ll just slightly eavesdrop and laugh at everything this person is saying.

- though, when they get a little too touchy, he’ll come up and say “yeah, isn’t my girlfriend one of a kind?”

- when they walk away you’ll both quietly make fun of everything that person just said to you.

- he’s so unflirty it hurts. how he managed to bag you, you have no idea.

- actually, he used to be good. you guys have just been together so long so he doesn’t really need to do it anymore.

- he honestly forgot what flirting was like, since he hasn’t had to do it in so long. so when you just start flirting with him out of no where he’s like, “are you ok?”

- he can quite literally never get drunk. he’s like 7 drinks in and still feeling completely sober.

- he likes distracting you. especially if you have a deadline for something, he’ll be all over you, kissing you and stuff.

- although he isn’t the best at flirting, he is amazing at smooth talking.

- the minute his lips are on your neck, it’s game over. he wins.

- amazing at eating pussy, sorry.

- he’s more of a receiver than a giver, but by no means does that mean he hates giving.

- honestly, the amount of times he’s just walked up to you and was like, “can i eat you out” is insane.

- though, he is expecting more afterwards.

- if you’re not in the mood for anything more, he won’t complain. he’ll just edge the shit out of you, so be ready for that.

- he’s so bad at cooking. literally horrible. oh my god awful. never let him touch a stove, ever.

- when you come home to the smell of something burning, you immediately know it was zeke.

- “i was just trying to make pasta!”

- he forgot the water.

- you still love him though, even after everything he does to annoy you.

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#aot snk #attack on titan #anime #shingeki no kyojin #aot headcanons #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager #zeke yeager headcanons #headcanons

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dracowars · 3 years

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could i request a slytherin x draco imagine where the reader and draco have been dating for a long time and she’s kind of a bitch like draco but she also doesn’t believe in blood supremacy so people are just scared of her they don’t not like her but anyways she and draco do share same feelings towards potter and stuff like that so what if draco crossed the line with potter or the trio and ron and harry get super upset but the reader feels bad and goes up to hermoine after class and apologizes because she know draco didn’t mean it to go that far but he’s stubborn and she feels better about the situation but the next morning ron confesses that he had the twins help of putting something in draco’s glass for breakfast but in actuality it was the readers cup and they see the reader drink it and they freak out because ron said that it was a smaller dose of draught of the living death where they could get sick and fall asleep for a long time and hermoine freaks out because she says that the reader apologizes and throughout the day the reader feels super ill and draco is tries taking care of her until that night where she goes to sleep and pansy her roommate and bff (we love pansy) can’t wake her up and she runs to the great hall and tells draco and the trio feels guilty until the twins get an antidote and it ends in fluff? i’m sorry it’s so long idk how else to explain it 😥

unforgivable | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where y/n gets poisoned due to draco's behavior

a/n: finally, i'm back!!! my hand still hurts, but i managed to write this on my laptop so it did not hurt that much while writing. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: angst, use of unforgivable spell, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

„Only those who really want to inflict torture on their victim and have sadistic pleasure in seeing them suffer, can create the right magical energy for a successful torture curse”, Professor Snape, your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, repeats to the entire class, strutting around in front of the blackboard that is only filled with three words. Slowly getting bored, you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling, which seems far more interesting than the repetition of the three unforgivable curses right now.

Your gaze wanders over the numerous cracks in the ceiling above you until you completely block out Professor Snape’s voice. As soon as you direct your eyes a little further to the left, you stare at your beautiful boyfriend, whose side profile is illuminated by the shining sun. Smiling to yourself, you move closer to him to gently place your hand on top of his, hoping to draw his attention to you.

But without success.

Draco does not move an inch, his gaze intently focused on the front of the classroom while he is listening to the lesson, not even stopping when you finally lay your head on his shoulder and sigh softly.

Since your beloved boyfriend obviously does not want to give you the attention you deserve, you look for something else to do to cure your boredom. Annoying Harry Potter and Ron Weasley seems like a good decision for you. It does not take you long to toss small, rolled up balls of paper against the back of their heads, careful to only throw it across the room when Snape turns his back to the class. Rolling their eyes, they turn to you in annoyance, but you just give them a malicious smile before they try to focus again.

Just like Draco, you despise Harry Potter profoundly. There has never been a real reason for your hatred, but sometimes you meet people in your life that you just can’t get along with. This similarity of Draco and you only bonded you together even more.

You were never very popular at Hogwarts anyway, neither with your classmates nor with the teachers. But you do not care. In fact, you even enjoy it when you walk through the corridors and the first years move aside in fear immediately. If Draco is with you, they even turn around and take a different path. And because the few people you actually do get along with are always by your side, you do not mind having a certain reputation at this school.

“You will write a twenty-page essay about the unforgivable curses until next week”, Professor Snape finishes the lesson and you excitedly jump out of your seat right away, collecting your stuff. Since your hand was still connected to Draco’s, you pulled him along.

“Someone seems to have a strong interest in these curses”, you giggle when you see his almost annoyed expression due to the ending of the lesson.

“And what if it does?”, he rolls his eyes at you and you wait until he has stowed all his things in his bag before you go out into the hallway together. Almost like a reflex, you intertwine your hands as you walk down the corridors of Hogwarts.

On your way to the Great Hall to get something to eat, you walk across the courtyard when you suddenly notice the Golden Trio, as they are called, sitting on one of the benches out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, they are already standing in front of you.

“Sorry, but you are covering the sun”, you mention snippily and raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to clear the way.

“What was that about earlier, Y/N?”, Ron angrily asks you and you just shrug your shoulders ignorantly.

“Do not make a scene now, Weaselbee”, Draco interferes, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, it is you, Malfoy! I did not recognize you anymore, now that you have suddenly become so meek since your father is in Azkaban”, Harry mocks and you feel the situation slowly escalating. “How does he like his new home?”

If looks could kill, you are sure all three of them would be dead on the spot.

“At least I still have parents, Scarhead”, Draco fires back through gritted teeth and his grip on your hand becomes tighter.

“Depulso!”

As soon as these words come out of Harry’s mouth, Draco is pushed back through the air, his back hitting the brick wall. In shock, you look after him, your legs unable to move. The arguments between you and them happened countless times, but no one has ever raised their wand.

“Harry!”, you hear Hermione scold him, but too late. The anger is clearly written upon Draco’s face as he slowly straightens his posture. Reaching for his wand in a flash, the next few seconds pass in slow motion.

“Cruci-“

“Expelliarmus!”, you quickly interrupt when you realize what Draco was about to say, and his wand flies through the air, landing right in front of your feet. An uncomfortable silence spreads and even Draco does not seem to understand what he was about to do.

“You have totally gone crazy!”, Ron is the first so speak up and angrily stomps towards your still stunned boyfriend, but you quickly stand between them, protecting Draco.

“Ron, stop it”, Hermione talks him out of doing anything stupid until he finally gives in and lets her pull him away. With an disparaging look, the three of them disappear into the next corridor.

“Are you actually crazy!?”, you turn to Draco, who immediately lowers his head, obviously understanding that his actions were wrong. “These curses are called unforgivable for a reason, Draco! I thought you listened to Snape today, damn it!”

“I-I am sorry”, he manages to say, lifting his head to look at you, trying to show you that he is serious. “But you hate them too!”

“And yet I would never harm them physically!”, you reply irritably and shove his wand back into his hand. You then turn away, shaking your head.

“I apologized! Wait, babe-“

“No, Draco. You went too far this time”, you interrupt him and pull your wrist out of his grip. With these words you leave him alone and make your way into the filled Great Hall. Once you arrive inside, you feel the burning and piercing looks of the whole Gryffindor table on you, but you choose to ignore them and walk straight up to their table. Contrary to what you expected, their conversations suddenly fall silent when you walk up to Hermione.

“Can we talk for a moment?”, you ask her with no emotion in your voice or face, but your eyes are almost begging her, and your heart is leaping. After exchanging a few glances with the Weasley twins and their little sister, Hermione nods in agreement and follows you out of the Great Hall into the silence of the corridors.

“What is it?”, she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

“I wanted to apologize for Draco’s behavior. He really did not mean it, you have to believe me. Draco can be so incredibly stubborn sometimes, but he would never want to harm any of you”, you rant to her while she listens closely.

“First of all, I am not the one you should apologize to, and most importantly, you should not be the one to apologize”, Hermione replies, rubbing her fingers against her temple. “We both know what happens to wizards who cast one of these curse-“

“Shh!” you interrupt her and quickly cover her mouth, suppressing her words. “I know. But- Well I-“

“I accept your apology, Y/N. After all, Harry and Ron were not entirely innocent either”, she explains to you and for a brief moment you see a small smile cross her lips. Right now, you would love to hug her.

“Thank you”, you say from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it can actually be helpful to approach things with a little kindness.

“I am also sorry about what happened. Let us just forget about it”, she suggests, and you agree without hesitation.

And Hermione really is just as sorry as you are. Especially when Ron tells her about his nasty plan at breakfast the next morning. Hermione did not get around to tell them about your apology yet, which is why Ron still wants revenge. With the help of Fred and George, he prepared a small potion of Draught of the Living Death and gave it into Draco’s glass. But when Hermione finds out about it, it is already too late.

She can only helplessly watch as you suddenly ingest the toxic mixture instead of Draco.

You, on the other hand, did not even notice that there is something strange about your drink and continue to talk with Pansy, while still giving Draco the cold shoulder. Of course, he has apologized a thousand times, but if you do not punish him in some way, he will never learn from it.

Nevertheless, you are quite glad that he does not leave your side for the whole day, because when you feel lightheaded all of a sudden and shortly afterwards pass out, he is by your side immediately, catching you.

“Babe, can you hear me?!”, Draco basically yells in your face before gently patting your cheek, causing you to open your eyes again. Confused and disoriented, you look around, not remembering what happened.

“What- What happened?”, you ask limp, almost not able to get your teeth apart to speak while your eyes keep feeling extremely heavy.

“You passed out”, he explains as he is already heaving you into his strong arms. “I will take you to your room, you have to rest.”

Carefully, he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed and covers your body with the blanket, completely wrapping you up before he sits on the edge of the bed and closely watches you. You weakly reach for his hand and run your thumb over the back of his hand before a quiet ‘thank you’ leaves your lips, drifting into a deep sleep.

After Draco lingers by your side for several hours silently, inwardly dying of worry, Pansy finally compels him to go to the Great Hall for dinner and then catch up on some sleep himself while she takes care of you. Only when she promises, does he consent and leave your room.

It is already late in the evening when Pansy goes to bed after finishing her homework while keeping an eye on you the whole time. Just as she is about to make herself comfortable, she notices that your chest is no longer moving up and down regularly as it was a few minutes ago.

You do not breathe anymore.

“Y/N!”, Pansy yells and runs to your side, placing her hands on your shoulders to shake you awake. “Wake up, wake up! Damn it!”

No matter how long she shakes your body, you will not wake up even when she slaps you lightly. You do not move an inch and your face looks as pale as that of a corpse. As if you were already lingering among the dead. As if you were in a deathlike slumber. If you had not suddenly started breathing again, Pansy would really have believed that you were gone.

Thereupon, she loses no more time and sprints out of the room, almost falling down the stairs on the way to the Great Hall. Because it is already so late in the evening, there are only a few students sitting at the tables, looking at her in shock when she rushes inside.

“Draco! It is Y/N! You- She just won’t wake up”, Pansy calls out across the hall and hurries over to the Slytherin table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch what is happening with a sense of guilt from the other side.

Before Draco can follow Pansy to the common room, Hermione blocks his way, along with Harry and Ron, briefly stopping him, causing Draco to get angry right away.

“Get out of the way! I do not have time for-“

“Listen, Malfoy! She drank Draught of the Living Death, that is why she does not wake up”, Harry interrupts him and Draco’s eyes widen in an instant.

“What?!”

“Originally, it was meant for you! As revenge”, Ron admits, hiding himself behind Hermione, just in case.

“Are you stupid?!”, Draco hisses and takes a dangerous step towards Ron, but before the situation can escalate again, Hermione intervenes.

“Now is not the time! Fred and George created the potion so they will be able to make the antidote as well. We just need a little more time”, Hermione negotiates and Draco reluctantly agrees before they part ways again and he takes the quickest way back to you.

Staying by your side all night, the tension in his body does not fade and even though his eyes start to slowly feel heavy, he stays awake. He will not let you out of his sight and pays particular attention to your breathing, which initially remains regular. When Hermione joins them in your room, a vessel in her hand, he is finally relieved from his suffering.

“This is Wiggenweld Potion. It reverses the effects of Sleeping Draughts”, she explains and hands Draco the potion. "It is not exactly described how to give it to the victim though I once heard that a prince used it to heal a princess. With a kiss.”

Hermione did not even finish her sentence as you can already feel Draco’s soft lips on yours and within a few seconds, your eyes flutter open. Whatever is just flowing down your throat tastes bitter and you look around confused, looking into blurred faces that seem relieved.

“For Merlin’s sake, you are alive”, Draco breathes out, hugging you tightly, so tight that he almost chokes you. Inhaling his pleasant scent, your exhausted body relaxes, but you still can’t remember anything. After you passed out in the hallway, you felt like you were floating on clouds. You could not hear anymore, could not move and for a brief moment you saw a bright white light in front of you, coming closer and closer.

“What happened?”, your voice comes out muffled as you talk against Draco’s shoulder. He loosens his arms around you and takes both of your hands in his, running his fingers over your delicate palms.

“You were under the influence of the Draught of the Living Death. Ron apparently mixed it into your drink by accident. It was meant for me and- I am so terribly sorry. If I had not been so stupid, then-“

“Then I would still be sleeping now”, you finish his sentence and give him a gentle smile, the tension in his face and body disappearing. Slowly leaning forward, you connect your lips again, this time for a proper kiss. “I am not mad at neither you nor Ron.”

In the corner of your eye, you also see Hermione relax at your words, breathing out deeply.

“Did you at least learn from it?”, you lift an eyebrow and look at Draco expectantly.

“I swear that I will never ever in my life even think about uttering one of those curses again”, he explains honestly and raises his hands in defense. “I was stupid and I will apologize to them.”

“Already done”, Hermione smiles and opens the door, causing Harry and Ron to stumble into the room, Ron looking at you anxiously and with uncertainty.

“Do not worry, Ron. I am fine”, you reassure him, but his gaze still wanders between Draco and you, not sure how to judge the scene.

“How about we agree that we still do not like each other, but that we at least do no more physical harm?”, Draco suggests and after everyone agreed and said goodbye, he is the only one who stays by your side.

“You look tired, babe. You should get some sleep”, you mention and take his face between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

“You do not seriously think that I will let you sleep alone after all of this, do you?”, he states as he is already making himself comfortable on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from all the evil in the world. In fact, he does, and keeps his word. After this incident there has never been another one.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Obey Me Character Song Thoughts

***DISCLAIMER: These are my blind reactions to the song. They're my opinion and based off of my personal taste in music as well. You are free to agree or disagree with them as you please, just please no hate***

Lucifer / Arcadia :

Surprisingly, I really like the music in this. I don't usually like electronic music, but this one was nice. His voice isn't my favourite, but is still good. NOW THE LYRICS!! Oh dear. Oh my. Oh boy. I was not expecting to catch feelings for Lucifer today, sir. How dare you do this to me. Update: I just got to the second verse...He's a yandere. He is fucking yandere. He's still so full of himself as usual and I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE BUT I ALSO WANT TO KISS HIM GAAAAAAAH!!!!! LUCIFER YOU ASSHOLE! UPDATE UPDATE: FINAL VERSE! AND THEN THE PRICK GOES BACK TO BEING A ROMANTIC CHARMING LITTLE SHIT 😡😣😖 Final thoughts: I- I- this whole song was a rollercoaster. I love to hate lucifer and hate to love him. I really do. This song embodied that perfectly. I did enjoy the song though.

Mammon / Are You Ready? :

Opening thought. I am not ready. Very not ready. Mammon is amazing in that art 😍.

Okay, now being serious, I'm sorry Mammon. I adore you to BITS, like so so so much. But this is exactly the kind of EDM that I despise. BUT, I bore through it and kept listening. I don't hate his voice, but he's sing talking. He's not quite rapping, he's sing talking. So it's meh. FUCKING UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE: THE CHORUS!!!! THE MF CHORUS!!!! HE SINGS! HE CAN ACTUALLY SING (still not best but pretty good)?! AND THE MUSIC SOUNDS SO MUCH BETTER THERE WHEN IT'S SLOW- ... ... ... the auto-tune on his voice on that English line 😤 WHY?!! I WAS JUST GETTING INTO IT!!!

Lyrics time: Honestly, it feels like Mammon got drunk, picked up a mic and started singing to MC, and I mean that in the best way possible. He's being honest in a way we've never seen him be honest before, and he calls himself a tsundere 😂 I love it.

Now the chorus lyrics: I love the chorus. It's so Mammon and just perfect. I love it. The lyrics just- *sighs* it's that possessive side of him that makes him the dork that he is. Okay. t-the lyrics...the lyrics also give me MAJOR suggestive vibes and I'm just here like 😳😳😳 MaMmOn PlEaSe WhAt ArE YoU DoInG?!

Final thoughts: The lyrics are also quite repetitive, which is another pet peeve of mine. All in all, it's not bad. It's just not for me. I'm so sorry Mammon 😭😭😭 That being said, I think it suits Mammon fairly well. Not perfectly, but good.

Leviathan / My Chance:

Opening thoughts: THIS TITLE IS SO CUTE AND IT'S PERFECT FOR HIM uwu Also, the vintage game-esque music is just perfect for Levi's aesthetic. Like, the light piano mixed with it gives me Undertale vibes?? Even before he starts singing, I just think it's really cute and it makes me want to hug him. Again, I'm not in love with his voice, but it's still nice. I do enjoy it.

Lyrics: LEVI BABY ARE YOU OKAY?! SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A THERAPIST 😭😭😭

Chorus: It's so sad, but this is Levi's reality. This song embodies him and everything he is so so so well. It really is perfect for him. But seriously bro. Let me hug you. And then we're gonna work on your self-worth issues because oh boy That last verse though. Oh my goodness 🥺🥺 It is the very definition of pining.

AND THEN THE FINAL CHORUS!!! HE'S BEING SO HONEST ABOUT HIS ANXIETY AND I JUST- 😭😭😭😭 LEVIIIIIIIIII!!!

Final thoughts: *clears throat, wipes tears that are totally not there* Right. So it's obvious that I enjoy this one. It just screams Levi and suits him so well and it also just breaks my heart so...yeah.

Satan / Read My Heart:

The piano. THE 👏 FUCKING 👏 PIANO 👏 So beautiful! The fact that his song is so soft and slow when he himself is meant to represent something so strong and violent is simply poetic. There are moments where I love Satan's singing voice in this and there are moments where I don't like it as much. HIS VOICE IN THE CHORUS IS MY FAVOURITE 😭 So sweet. So just- I love him. I love him so much.

Lyrics: So honest, but I feel that this is almost like a letter from Satan of all the things he wishes he could say. Also, remember that dork who can't say love words out loud headcanon we talked about earlier today? He literally confirms here 🥰🥰 Aww Satan

Chorus: AGAIN! SO HONEST WITH HIS FEELINGS AND HIM TRYING TO KNOW HIMSELF 😭😭😭 It's just so beautiful Stunning. I love it. This one hits all the markers for me. I'm calling it now. I think his lyrics are my favourite, and possibly my favourite song in general. It's just such a beautiful love song. Filled with what he so desperately desires but also his fears and it's so honest it hurts.

Final thoughts: This one made me cry. Like, literally made me cry. It was just so beautiful and perfect. I mean, there's a sad line that uses cats as a metaphor 😭 It's fantastic. Amazing. I can't praise it enough. Where I feel everyone else so far (except poor Levi, poor baby) had something that implied...suggestive things, Satan is just so desperate for love. To feel and experience it and everything that comes with it, and it's just- I love it.

Asmodeus / Pomade:

I actually really really enjoy the music here. It's more pop than EDM and I appreciate that. It's nice. Asmo's voice is also really pleasant to listen to. There's just something about it. I like it a lot. When he holds his notes, it just has this amazing sound and I dunno. I just like it a lot! AND HIS FALSETTO!! HOLY SHIT! AMAZING

Lyrics: I mean... It's exactly what I'd expect from Asmo. It doesn't feel like it's being sung to the MC though. At least not at first. It almost feels like he's singing to an audience at the Fall or something.

Chorus: It's a little more personal, but I feel like we're still only getting that one side of Asmo. We're shown in the second season that he does have insecurities and that there's more to him than being self-obsessed, and I'm kind of disappointed that the song doesn't show that.

Second Verse: We're finally getting personal here. Okay. The table has been turned and now Asmo is finally talking about how he feels about MC and that's more I like it!

Final thoughts: Now that I've listened to the final verse and chorus, I GET IT NOW! It's a story. It's how Asmo first felt like all that was there for him and all he was made for was pleasing the audience. Then you came and it was just a game of trying to make you fall for him, just like he had been able to everyone else. And finally, him realizing that it's him who has become captivated by you and that he loves you! It's actually really sweet and I love that. Sound-wise, this song is fantastic! The music really compliments his voice and it all suits Asmo's character really well.

Beelzebub / Hungry Six-Pack:

So ya'll already know I adore Beel and this ROCK MUSIC AND HIS VOICE MADE ME SWOON! His voice! His voice is FANTASTIC! And the music IS AMAZING!!! I just love the guitar in it. It's (pardon me for this) it's just so damn sexy and I love it so much! THE BRIDGE OF THE SONG IS DAMN HOT OKAY?! I CAN'T GET OVER IT!

Lyrics: What I love about the lyrics is that they confirm my theory of Beel actually being physically impacted by his appetite. He says that it can cause him to get dizzy and I'm just here like 🥺🥺 We really get a sense here of how Beel is actually desperate to stop this appetite. He hates how it impacts him. He hates how it impacts those around him. And I just - 😭😭😭

Chorus: It fucking slaps! The up tempo is just *chefs kiss* and I love everything about it. And the words 😳 Damn Beel...Damn. i love him so much even though if you really think about it these words HURT

THE SECOND VERSE WITH DRUMS IN THE BACK JUST MAKES ME WANT TO JUMP AROUND IN A MOSH PIT! I LOVE THE SOUND OF THIS ONE SOOOOO MUCH! IT'S SO GREAT!

THEN IN THE LAST CHORUS WITH THAT HIGHER OPTION NOTE THAT HE HOLDS AND SHAKES AND I'M LIKE 😍😍😍 GOD I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH

Final thoughts: As you can clearly see, I love this one. Now, lyrics-wise, I found a comment that really broke down the lyrics in terms of Beel's insecurity with his appetite and his sin and how he struggles with that and it made me appreciate the song all that much more and I just- I love this song. (The comment was left by Felix The Lemon on this if you don't understand the utter heartbreak of this song, please read this) Maybe it's my bias towards Beel. Maybe it's because it's rock. But this one, overall, is my favourite.

Belphegor / Dreamscape:

I love the almost lo-fi sound to it! It's perfect cause a lot of people use lo-fi to sleep. Very clever producers. Very clever. I both hate and love his voice at the same time and I DON'T KNOW WHY! Like it has a bit of a filtered sound to it, but what genuine sound I can hear through that filter is really really nice and I love it. I TAKE IT ALL BACK HIS VOICE IN THE CHORUS 😭😭😭 HE HAS MY FAVOURITE VOICE OF THE BROTHERS BY FAR! OH MY GOD IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!

Lyrics: GAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! OKAY OKAY OKAY!!! So! These lyrics are so great because it's showing that soft side of Belphie that I adore! It's not his teasing side, it's the side that only Beel and MC really get to see and I just- I love it.

The whole "I will always wait for you" for some reason made me think of when he was stuck in the attic where literally the only thing he had to look forward to was MC coming to set him free and update him on how Beel was doing. And then afterward, he had to wait for them to be comfortable around him again because he knew that he messed up and he had to wait for their forgiveness. And then finally, Belphie has to wait for them to notice his feelings, amongst the obvious more showy feelings of his brothers and to hopefully maybe choose him 😭😭😭 SO GOOD

Second verse is his insecurities and I just ao;dusg;bfjnaduoh;szvbjxaui;dvkjx AAAAAAHHHHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN PUT IN TO WORDS!! WHY DO I LOVE THIS?!?!

FINAL THOUGHTS: THIS SONG ALONE HAS CAUSED ME TO FALL IN LOVE WITH BELPHEGOR ADU;SFBKJACDZS IT'S JUST SO PERFECT!!! His voice! The sound! The words! It has it all! I know I just said Beel's was my overall favourite, and I'm so so sorry Beelzebaby, but Belphie takes the cake. We get his anger, his sadness, his fondness, HIS DESPERATION, IT JUST HAS SO MUCH EMOTION!!!! I CAN'T GET OVER THIS SONG!

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The songs were all incredible and I love them to bits. I feel like I know the brothers better know and I know have more feelings for Belphie than I know what to do with, so there's that 😅😅 If you're still here reading this, thanks for joining me on this chaotic journey and dealing with my bullshit. Love you guys ❤❤❤

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me character song #obey me song #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me review #character analysis #review #my thoughts #my opinon #b talks #🐝 talks #the hive

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Idk if I’m gonna end up posting this on AO3 because it’s very different from what I usually write.

But below the cut is some Johnny Lawrence sexuality crisis angst with a happy ending if you feel like it. (Heavy Christian themes and Lawrusso ending ahead.)

He was righteous, on high, the Almighty personified. Forgiving, and gracious in victory, and good through and through. Set his mind to something and he could make the whole world come alive.

That’s how Johnny felt at the Tournament, at least, when the entire crowd swarmed the floor and lifted LaRusso onto their shoulders, and Johnny snagged the first place trophy. Handed it up like an offering, a sacrificial lamb — all that Johnny had at stake, all that he’d lost, given freely and openly to this holy being.

The crowd grew louder. Johnny called out, “You’re alright, LaRusso. Good match.”

Got a pained, “Thanks,” in return.

He’d touched someone holy and lived to tell the tale.

Once Johnny is at Bobby’s house that night, since Sid and Laura flew to Miami for the week before Christmas, he asks Bobby to pray with him.

“You okay, Johnny?”

Johnny glances up to find worried blue eyes looking over at him, sizing him up — no, not quite. Measuring him, trying to gauge Johnny for what no one could see. Bobby’s eyes are such a different blue than Johnny's, clear and crisp but never cold. Johnny wonders if Bobby sees anything, if Johnny shows anything.

“I just…” Johnny rasps, gripping the glass of water in hand again and taking a hesitant sip. They told him at the hospital that he’d have to rest. Asked if he wanted to press charges, but Johnny just shook his head. “I need some guidance.”

“No better place to look to than to Jesus,” Bobby agrees, reaching out to take Johnny’s hands. He closes his eyes, and Johnny pauses for a brief moment, body going stiff, before he follows suit. Takes a deep breath as Bobby begins. “Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name.”

Daniel.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven,” Bobby continues.

Johnny squeezes his eyes tighter and tries not to let his grip tighten, too.

“Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Please forgive me. Please. Daniel. I’m sorry.

“And lead us not into temptation—”

Daniel’s eyes. His grin, his mouth, his lips. Daniel’s body. The confident smirk when he gets up into Johnny’s face.

“—but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,” Bobby finishes, squeezing Johnny’s hands. Johnny blinks his eyes open, jaw clenched, to see Bobby giving him a small smile. “Forever and ever. Amen.”

“Amen,” Johnny repeats weakly, clenching his teeth against the urge to cry. To sob.

To throw himself onto the floor and mourn the loss of a life he’d had for years now, the life he’d fought so hard for. The life of a champion, of a winner, the life of a kid from Encino Hills. The life of someone normal, a leader, head dog even though he came into this life late, no rules established, flying blind and feeling his way into his place.

“You’re sure you’re okay, man?”

“I’m not,” Johnny chokes out. Hangs his head.

There are too many thoughts in his head, too much guilt and shame, and he can’t focus on one without the other flaring up to take his attention. Back and forth, back and forth, between Kreese almost killing him and Daniel’s sensei saving him and Daniel winning the match, to needlessly tormenting Daniel all semester and making a bigger ass of himself each and every time. Over and over, like it was on a loop.

“Do you want to pray again?” Bobby asks, voice dropping lower. “Sometimes it helps. The… repetition. Try to focus on the words this time. Focus on God. Let the spirit take you.”

Take me where? Johnny thinks, but he just tightens his hands around Bobby’s and nods.

“Our Father, who art in heaven…”

When Bobby leaves at the end of the summer to go to college in Oregon, a special school for religious studies, he leaves Johnny with his new number and a prayer book.

“If things get hard, turn to God,” he reminds Johnny. Pats Johnny’s back while they hug tightly. Johnny hasn’t been apart from Bobby since they became best friends at thirteen, both newly enrolled in Cobra Kai. “God has a plan for all of us, and you can find all your answers in the Lord, man. You just have to be open to hearing them even when they’re not the answers you want.”

Johnny keeps the prayer book. Says a prayer every night. Calls Bobby once a week, like clockwork, and stops drinking. He gets kicked out of Sid’s house when he turns 18 in July, gets a job as a handyman, then starts apprenticing for a carpenter, then starts working construction. It’s hard work but it’s honest work.

Every time his eyes turn to one of his coworkers, when they catch on the sweat and grime smeared over their muscles, or the curve of their ass, or the line of their jaw, Johnny recites one of those prayers in his head.

Dear Lord, please give me strength when I am weak, courage when I am afraid, love when I feel forsaken, wisdom when I feel foolish, comfort when I am alone, hope when I feel rejected, and peace when I am in turmoil. Amen.

Every time he gets asked out for drinks by his well-meaning colleagues, he politely declines and spends ten minutes praying in his car after his shift is over, hands blistered, muscles aching.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among sinners and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Every night, Johnny lays in bed and freestyles his prayers. God needs to know, he probably already knows, but he needs to know that Johnny doesn’t want to be like this. He wants to change. He wants answers. He wants to be open to them, just like Bobby told him.

“Go out tonight,” Bobby laughs when Johnny calls him on a Saturday at his usual time. “Just get out and have some fun. Go to a movie. Buy yourself dinner, whatever. Go meet someone. You’re just working and sleeping. You need to live a little, Johnny.”

Is that what God wants me to do? Johnny thought to himself. To go out and find a woman to settle down with? Is that God’s plan?

It’s what Johnny’s supposed to do, right?

“Okay, okay,” Johnny groans into the phone, ready to slam it back onto the receiver when Bobby whoops in elated triumph. “Some good, clean fun. Fitting for the best friend of a pastor’s son.”

Johnny goes to the movies. The new sequel to Alien, aptly titled ‘Aliens,’ looks halfway decent. Definitely not a good clean movie, but Johnny can live a little. It’s on its last leg, only playing the earlier showings, so Johnny snags the ticket since he figures he can be mostly alone that way. He loiters in the lobby trying to decide between popcorn or an overpriced box of candy to go with his soda. The bored teen behind the counter pops her gum and rolls her eyes as she waits for him to make up his mind.

He doesn’t fidget as he looks in the glass case, even as much as he wants to. It’s been conditioned out of him.

“Back straight, shoulders down, chin up, Mr. Lawrence.”

“Hey, can I get a large popcorn please?” comes a voice from beside him.

Johnny glances over, shaggy hair whipping around his face, and spots the one person he thought he’d never see again. Daniel LaRusso looks the same as he did before — a little taller, maybe, his long limbs filled out a little more, but still the shrimpy kid who kicked his ass.

Same eyes, same voice, same body.

Same mouth.

Dear Lord, please give me strength—

“Johnny? Johnny Lawrence?!” Daniel’s words cut through his prayer.

Johnny inhales sharply. He has to control himself. Give me the strength when I am weak, courage when I—

“Holy shit, man, look at you,” Daniel laughs, tapping Johnny’s bicep tellingly. A year-plus in construction had done wonders for his body, and his arms in particular. “Like a brick shithouse. Are you on steroids?”

“No, I work construction.” Johnny doesn’t know why his voice sounds so rough. He clears his throat and tries again. “Hi, LaRusso. Small world meeting you here, I guess.”

“Yeah, man! You here with anyone?” Daniel glances around, as if trying to pin someone else in the lobby to Johnny, but there was no one to match him up with. No one to match up Daniel with, either.

“No. You?”

“Flying solo today,” Daniel croons, running his hands down his chest. Johnny blushes and looks up at the ceiling.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee—

“What movie are you seeing?” Daniel asks, taking the tub of popcorn from the teen and passing a bill over the counter. He snagged a handful and popped a few butter-soaked pieces into his mouth.

“Uh…” Johnny glances down at his ticket. “Aliens.”

“No way! Me too!” Daniel says around chewing the popcorn. He pauses and looks at Johnny with his head cocked curiously. “You wanna watch it together?”

O, my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended You. I detest all my sins because of your just punishments, but most of all because they offend you, My God, who are all good and worthy of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Your grace, to sin no more and to avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen.

The movie theater is empty. There’s butter on Daniel’s bottom lip, shining in the dimly lit room. Johnny licks it off in the black silence of the end credits.

Kissing Daniel feels like coming home. It feels like touching something divine, and Johnny’s stained gold in all the places they touch.

Is this God’s plan? Johnny asks himself. Daniel’s fingers tug at his hair, nails scraping gently over his scalp. Johnny pulls Daniel across the seat and into his lap as he swallows Daniel’s moan.

Below Johnny’s hands, Daniel feels like an answer.

#lawrusso #lawrusso fic #johnny lawrence fanfiction #daniel x johnny

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Juneteenth

STORY by Team at Archewell

Jun. 16, 2021

YOUNG POETS OF GET LIT SHARE POWERFUL WORDS TO COMMEMORATE THE DAY

In honor of Juneteenth, we, at Archewell, connected with our friends at Get Lit and asked them to share poetry to honor this important day. We hope their poignant words allow you to reflect on the significance of this newly declared federal holiday in the United States and its impact across this country and around the world.

AND HOLD, AND HOLD

CORTUNAY MINOR AND TAMIA JACKSON

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WHY THEY WROTE THIS POEM:

“When I wrote this poem, just a few weeks before June 15th, Juneteenth wasn’t yet a federal or national holiday. It wasn’t something I’d given much thought to, but when I had recognized that fact, it wasn’t information, it was confirmation. At first, I was upset about it. My immediate thoughts were along the lines of, ‘Where are our fireworks? Where’s our three-day weekend?’ But in reflection, I realized that this was demonstrating continued deference to a supposedly superior entity. Juneteenth isn’t the ‘Black Independence Day,’ it’s the only Independence Day. To have that nationally recognized feels amazing. But whether or not the date is printed in every calendar does not validate this holiday. We do.”

WHY SHE ANIMATED THIS PIECE:

“This poem, especially for Juneteenth, really inspired me. The color palette expresses the somber yet hopeful emotions that happen when black freedom is discussed, and what it means to be a Black individual in America. This poem as well as the visuals really emphasizes the impact that Black people have by simply existing, and the importance of our breath. We know that as long as we’re still breathing there can and will be change, and ultimately full freedom.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Cortunay Minor (she/they) is a performing artist who specializes in Stage Acting and Spoken Word Poetry. They are currently pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Theater from the UCLA School of Theater, Film, and Television. The theme and goal that Minor tries to hold in the heart of their artistry is liberation, be that emotional, intellectual, or otherwise. Expression and education are two of the most fruitful paths Minor has found that achieve that liberation, and she is immensely grateful to be able to participate in a craft that allows their simultaneous occurrence.

ABOUT THE ANIMATOR:

Tamia Jackson (animator) is a rising senior at the Rhode Island School of Design, receiving her BFA in Film/Animation/Video with a minor in Literary Arts and Studies. She has always been passionate in art, animation, and storytelling. She loves bringing stories of lesser voices, such as BIPOC, low income, female, etc., into a visual and cared-for light. Though not all of her stories or animations revolve around such identities, it is important that she shows diversity so that many people can relate and find comfort in the characters or art piece. Not only does Jackson enjoy spreading her own voice, but she also loves bringing others’ stories to life.

AND HOLD, AND HOLD

‘Holiday’ meaning ‘Holy Day’ meaning:

every second is sacred/every hour hibernates

within the spirit, huddled beneath the bosom.

To breathe is to commemorate:

inhale – exhale – cradle the thought – hold – and repeat.

When daybreak demotes breath to subconscious action,

the diaphragm still submits in reverence, still remembers that

This is Divine. This

is where jubilation begins:

in the suspension of

breathe in – breathe out – take maybe – and

forever hold the moment,

where the deferred dream stopped shriveling,

wavered in anticipation, remembered that expansion

can be soft,

recognized that it didn’t want soft

expansion.

Bodies were policied out of possession, but

the Black individual liberated their own being,

hollered themself out of state-sanctioned silence.

Words ignite, but presence sustains; this intake/expel maintains us

here

the dream explodes. The spirit absorbs the remnants and outpours,

‘holiday’ meaning ‘Holy Day’ meaning:

I hold this day as sovereign. Meaning:

I hope this day knows its home is in these lungs,

is in this breath, is in the repetition of:

inspire – expire – immortalize the memory – and hold – and hold – and release

POPLAR TREES

CYRUS ROBERTS

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WHY HE WROTE AND DIRECTED THIS POEM:

“It’s easy to say “slavery was an atrocity and we need to do better” but it’s much more difficult to say “slave masters ripped babies from their mothers and used them as crocodile bait for sport.” In the average American lexicon, phrases like ‘Never Forget’ are commonplace but are rarely attributed to periods of fundamental, ongoing violence of a racial nature for the simple fact that our pain makes the people who benefitted from that pain uncomfortable. For me Juneteenth is a day of mourning; the Confederate holidays still celebrated today seem like a gruesome counterbalance. So this is my eulogy to both the country and my own being that could have been.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Cyrus Roberts (he/him) writes, acts, and directs across poetry, theater, and film. While his work has been commissioned by organizations like Toms Shoes, Adidas, and March For Our Lives, he also enjoys working on cool independent projects, whether he’s self-publishing poetry compilations, creating movies with friends, or acting in his own plays. Roberts is currently a senior in UC Santa Barbara’s BFA Acting program. Look for him in the upcoming film Summertime, directed by Carlos Lopez Estrada. His assistant director on the project was Mattie Kranz.

POPLAR TREES

Before you there was me. But before me there was (Nina Simone audio: “black bodies swinging”). And that was the gentler time period. Everything base within you, reflected in your actions. Please don’t censor me when I mention how you wrangled our teeth from our mouths and used them to seduce your own illnesses into submission. Or how you took an interest in the skin that had a monopoly on sunlight and then took what you wanted underneath the moon. Or how you used our babies as crocodile bait and our skin as shoe leather. Look right into the eyes of our demise and try to say those times are past, that I’m being rash, that I’m being bad and so full of woe and I should be glad I’m writing this on my MacBook Pro. Yeah? Who am I to complain about slavery? Because it ended, right? On June 19, 1865, Union Army general Gordon Granger made his way to Texas and proclaimed slavery’s supposed fall and us colored folk supposed to have a ball? I mean it was two and a half years after Lincoln already announced it, but we needed a white man to tell other white men what another white man already said. I mean that is until that white man found himself dead and Reconstruction found itself at a head and chain gangs, sharecropping, Jim Crow, private prison options, perc popping, bodies dropping, cops still stopping, guns cocking to ensure that (Nina Simone audio: “black bodies swinging”). Every 19th of June we celebrate the end of chattel slavery and every 20th we’re back to fighting its descendants. Private prisons / a cop’s knee is a modern lynching / it ain’t my decision to get busy dyin’ or busy living / I paid attention, to all the digitized depictions / all the people packing up pensions while we’re backed up by the system. Put your back into the system, this is wack how mother’s missing their babies kisses and I’m supposed to be celebrating? I’m sorry. Will you forgive me, I’m jaded. My grandmother looks at me and says confidently that I made it. That she can’t possibly imagine the life that I’m living, I owe a debt to her generation, and I hope that I pay it. I just get so angry, hazy laughter at the thought of thoughts and prayers ending enslavement. So after you hear me, I’ll forgive you if you’re jaded. But you still need to know the history to have an appreciation. It’s no mystery why it’s a mystery present in our education, presently the gatekeepers keep us from it and it’s heinous. On Juneteenth, Americans across the nation eat red foods in honor of the blood spilled before and during emancipation, we celebrate the secondary, pushed-to-the-side independence day, but you don’t have to know our proclamations of jubilation for us to be heard. We will be heard in our voices screaming thanks that we are not treated as herd. We dance and we sing hymns of freedom. Freedom: absence of subjection to foreign domination or despotic government. Are my brothers and sisters in jail cells free? When there’s a glaring loophole in the 13th amendment smiling from cheek to cheek I’d imagine there’d be some incentive to ensure our purity is never free. And how can I be free when I can’t sleep because my dreams keep whispering I can’t breathe. Regardless of that fact, progress is still being made. But I fear progress is just an exchange of chains for other chains. Same way they changed our names for other names, I rest a bouquet on the graves of enslaved, singing regardless this day. In the hopes that I never again have to see (Nina Simone audio: “black bodies swinging”).

UNTITLED

SIERRA LEONE ANDERSON

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WHY SHE WROTE THIS POEM:

“When writing this poem, I really made an effort to think back to my ancestors. What was their impact? Who did they inspire? How did they carve the path for the road I now choose to take? This poem is about legacy. I am calling back to the ancestors before me to give me the strength and courage to be the ancestor I want to be to future generations.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Sierra Leone Anderson (poet) is a youth activist and professional spoken word artist from Los Angeles. Rooted in liberatory joy and armed with ancestral truth, Sierra Leone aims to bring light to the power of language, empowering Los Angeles youth of color to recognize the quantifiable influence of their voice. She has placed both second and first in Get Lit’s annual middle and high school Classic Slam respectively, co-wrote an article for the political column of USA Today, and has shared space with several influential changemakers including Dr. Melina Abdullah (co-founder of BLM-LA) and Cecily Myart-Cruz (president of UTLA). Her other organizing work includes collaborating with Students Deserve LA to make Black Lives Matter in and beyond schools. She is currently a ninth grade student at Girls Academic Leadership Academy and an avid lover of trashy teenage dramedies.

Her director and editor is Lukas Lane, an award-winning filmmaker and founding member of Literary Riot (started in his junior year of high school), and he is currently attending UC Berkeley.

UNTITLED

Every generation, the world gives birth to a new fleet of freedom fighters.

I am one of them.

I stand on the shoulders of tired women.

I dance in the footsteps of Pan-African poets, liberation fighters, and Black writers

who grew fires from a pit hungrier than a stomach. They call my name and I call theirs.

Malcolm X. Phyllis Wheatley. Maya Angelou. Sojourner Truth. Audre Lorde. Ida B. Wells.

Your resilience rivers through me. You are my founding fathers. The blueprint to a world we need to be brave enough to see, to seek.

Let us imagine a world in which we know each other’s palms

and never the fist. Not unless needed. Not unless united together.

Let us be the drum and not the war.

Let us know each other’s names and not the languages we cry in.

Let us be, let all us be more than a slave’s wildest dream

Let us beam past blueprints and what-ifs and start becoming the now we want to see, the now we want to be

Trees growing so far past the Earth, Allah would mistake our bodies for angels.

When I die, I want to ripple through lifetimes. I want my name to graffiti the mouths of the next 10 generations.

I don’t want to be forgotten. Or remembered for the way my feet wouldn’t stop running.

I wanna grow roots in this soil, in this American skin. Join the forest of my ancestors. Let my grandkids climb up my branches and tell stories of school.

And before the first pulse of morning, I want them to drip from their homes and gather at my roots.

I want to tell them my name before I forget it.

I want to tell them that morning is coming. And will always come. And will never wait for when you are ready.

I want to tell them that there is a point far beyond this tree, this forest, this temporary point in time, their bodies, their fears, their fathers, their memories. Where the sun is eternal and smiling. Where freedom rings and is never silent, never out of reach. It is called horizon. And it is right there.

#juneteenth #archewell #sierra leone anderson #cyrus roberts #cortunay minor #tamia jackson #get lit #poetry #poets #Youtube

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Hey I just wanted to ask you something I don't know if its personal so maybe I'll start with me, my psychiatrist told me that I have asperger's syndrome and like my mom keeps asking me like what does that means because I think she sees people with autism as stupid and I'm at the top of my class so she feels like it's a mistake, I personally go mute for months sometimes except for like oral tests, and idk I forget about having a body and so I hit onto walls when I'm focused on something but *

"...*is not so exaggerated like I'm pretty functional I just forget that there are walls and doors and that I can't just transport me to the other room or so,I mean I feel like I'm just trying to find what my "weird or autistic" traits are to justify the diagnosis,I didn't asked my psychiatrist to elaborate on that and so I was wondering, what would you say that your autistic traits are?Also just in case,I know that autistic people can be hella smart and I think that you are really wise I admire you"

Thank you so much, that's very sweet of you to say!

Honestly, I'm sort of in a similar situation- My parents' reaction was to say, "you're too smart to be autistic" or, "Everyone of ~your intelligence~ is a little weird in the head, anyways", and then. Expect me to live up to all the positive stereotypes without ever getting bogged down by the negative realities?

This might not be very helpful at all of me to say, but as an adult who grew up in a rather unpleasant environment, there really isn't much help for a number of things except getting old and independant enough to move out, and then just accepting that their perception of reality isn't open to negotiation. You can try debating it, or meeting them on common ground with scientific basis, but in my case....

....well. There's just some things I now know not to talk about at family gatherings.

I'm sorry, I know that's probably not very helpful or heartening to hear.

As for my personal grab bag of symptoms? I tend to hyperfocus on personal projects. When I'm really invested in an art piece, I often forget to eat or sleep or drink, and the only way I've learned to snap out of that is that if my hands are shaking or I'm falling over a lot, I probably need to eat something and lay down for a while, because otherwise- and yeah, not the healthiest motivator- otherwise I might start fucking up my hard work.

I also get overwhelmed by overlapping noises- if two people are talking at once, even if one is on a radio or TV show, I can't hear either of them and it stresses the shit out of me. White noise, like in malls or assemblies, also tends to burn my energy pretty fast.

Things like leaf blowers, people whistling indoors, and emergency sirens are physically painful. Repetitive noises like a bouncing rubber ball, sniffling, dogs licking things, and low-frequency vibrations from massage chairs, earthquakes, distant bass music, and some fluorescent lighting systems are impossible to ignore, which ranges from irritating to distressing, depending on my headspace du jour.

I hate bland food with a passion. It tends to make me nauseaus. I like lots of spice, lots of sugar, lots of sour and hot and acidic. I love strong flavours, and if I'm cooking for friends and family I often have to remind myself to tone down the seasonings for them.

Some textures make me genuinely ill, too- most types of meat, fat, and other animal bits result in.... Bad times for all. Polyester towels suck ass. Microfiber cloth. Thick cotton knit material. Any fabric covering my forearms. Thin, elastic denim. Vinyl. Polar fleece.

On the flip side, I looooove woven cotton blankets. Cotton sheets, cotton bedding- cold, heavy duvets are good, too. Acrylic, so long as it doesn't get damp. I have.... Perhaps a little bit of a problem here, as I do... Maybe, possibly, get a little impulsive with buying rugs, throws, and blankets when I come across one that feels right.

All my cups and bowls are handmade out of clay. I'm OK with smooth ceramics, but stoneware feels happy in my hands. I think of it as a treat, like packing a bit of chocolate with my lunch, or eating a whole bag of popcorn by myself. Again, I.... May go a little overboard when I come across A nice-feeling piece of dishware.

Basically, from what I understand, a lot of folks on the spectrum are under and over stimulated by various sensory inputs.

Me, I gravitate towards taste, inertia, tactile sensation, temperature, and dark lighting, while I find myself avoiding, limiting, or minimizing sound, light, color, oral texture, and smell.

As for more stereotyped behaviors, I find organizing things such as legal documents, filing cabinets, paint swatches, hardware, coins, stones, or colors to be very soothing and almost meditative. I go through special interests fairly often, and have been 'into' things like animals, insects, natural history, and art since before I could walk. I can't explain why they're such alluring subjects, they just make me happy.

I didn't realize until recently that I do stim, as well- I rock, sway, growl, swish water around, hang upside-down, rotate my thumbs, rub fabric, twirl coins, and flex my hands. I also (rarely) seem compelled to jump up and down in circles very fast when I'm particularly excited, or flap my arms against my sides like a penguin.

When I'm overstimulated, I go.... I'm not sure if you could call it 'nonverbal'. I get the feeling I COULD speak, it's just.... Overwhelmingly difficult. Usually I find a dark space or a corner away from people, put a coat or something over my head, cover my ears, close my eyes... Sometimes deliberate eye contact is hard, or I can't say more than one or two words at a time, or I find myself relying more on a hum or a grunt to communicate that I'm listening.

It... Probably all sounds weird to a neurotypical who may be reading, but I'm perfectly happy with myself as I am. I wouldn't change it if I could, except perhaps to minimize some of the more irritating things.

Mostly, my biggest peeve is being treated like a cool new pet or accessory. "Oh, this is my person with Autism- they're great at cleaning, you should get one!"- yeah, that can fuck right off. I'm right here, I can hear you, I'm a person. A little respect goes a long way.

But, whoops, here I've gone on a ramble- you want the best advice I have, though? Become comfortable with the person you are. Accept and seek out what things bring you happiness. Don't get hung up on the negatives. Love your experience, if you can, and don't worry about validating anything- you are who you are, and the words we use to explain ourselves fall so, so short when faced with the complexity of our individual existence.

The way I see it, the day before your diagnosis is the same as today, you just have one more tool to understand yourself with. The decision of how and if you choose to explain this to those around you is entirely yours to decide!

I know this kind of went off the rail of your question. My answers are a little limited. I hope I could help anyways! Good luck!!

#Long post #teaboot

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What's your fave video game sountrack(s)? =^o

Ok that is a very loaded question so this is gonna be a long ass response, I hope you're prepared for what you've done.

(ok there's a tl;dr at the end if you want it sorry for this lmao)

FIRST POINT my immediate thought was the Ikenfell soundtrack (actually my immediate thought is I can't fuckin' choose they're all amazing but. then ikenfell). On the personal side, I was pretty much obsessed with the game for like three months straight, and i fuckin' love aivi and surasshu's music. I am also a simp for chiptune so jot that down. Moving past what may very well just be personal preference there are some incredibly interesting musical choices and impeccable choices story-wise that hit just. SO fuckin hard. Like emotionally. I won't elaborate on to the context and why the song works so well but the final battle theme is absolutely SPECTACULAR. (I could elaborate though so. ask if you will and i'll write another spiel on why it breaks my heart and soul). But also to reference a less-plot relevant piece I'm gonna bring up Alchemy is for Everyone. The squish bass sounds at the beginning are SUCH a fun environmental sound, it is really just NOT a sound I hear often which makes the track really stand out. And it fits SO perfectly for all the slimes and just. It's so WET. I love it. Makes me wanna wriggle. Which ok is probably also personal preference on reflection because my friend hates a wet song that I love but. Ok it's GOOD. Anyways continuing to the melody the fuckin PITCH bends. This is digital music at it's peak. We get the fun sounds. We get the fuckin pitch bends. Which are so fun because having slightly out of tune notes is such a fun feeling. It's a little off kilter, it's a little different. It's just SO funky and sounds so awesome to bend those pitches just a little bit, take full advantage of the medium and play around with it. Now I'm gonna talk a bit about why I love aivi & surasshu's music so much which. Ok so I believe(?) they coined the term "digital fusion" where you're mixing all these fun fresh digital sounds with real instruments/more traditional sounds and it can work SO fuckin well (for extra musical literature on this subject I'd like to suggest Yoann Turpin and specifically Chip Ship). Which we already get a taste of that where the pitch bends are playing on piano but it really kicks in when the violin takes over the melody and it's SUCH a graceful instrument in comparison to all this funky/awkward stuff we've had. The dichotomy is fuckin awesome. The violin is like a graceful victorian socialite ballroom dancing in after these pitch bends just pinned their arms to their sides and wiggled their hips around. We then get a third spacey instrument (I. have no idea what it is.) and it is. SUCH a switch. We have moved from awkward and stilted to almost too perfect and graceful (I forgot to write before but the high piano at the violin adds so much) to a moment of awe and discovery. We are now exploring the universe, the world of science and alchemy, and it is fantastic. The song almost seems to have it's own little narrative, and this is just a backing track for exploring one of the buildings!!!! This is within the first couple hours of gameplay, it is incredibly non-plot-relevant but SUCH a piece of art. I am absolutely in a slime ball watching amazing science happen so precisely and it is. so fuckin cool. And I could probably go off about every single other song, but in the interest of keeping away spoilers and finishing this post before 2 am, I will not. (Addendums because I can: this is less wet than the one my friend hates, and also this song is MOIST. I would also like to mention It's Showtime and Between the Lines as other song favorites but if I went into them I would never sleep.)

Okokokok. So. So SECOND point (I'm. so sorry.) I looked at my video game music soundtrack (I have two main soundtracks one for just every music but I didn't want to overwhelm it with VG music so I made one just for that that has ENTIRE soundtracks from almost every game I've played which. oops.) and I found two other contenders based mostly on I Really Liked The Games. The Oneshot soundtrack and the Night in the Woods soundtrack. Ok I'm gonna talk about Night in the Woods first cause HOLY shit. holy shit. The fucking astral songs. Those are fucking masterpieces. Such a simple ensemble but it creates such an INTENSE atmosphere. I really love instrumental music can you tell. I specifically want you listening to Astral Train for this one (played it for my senior recital and even though I had to play the violin part on clarinet I maintain it was one of the best choices I've ever made), but we the way the layers blend together is a fucking masterpiece. Since this song had to be designed so that any layer could play alone and each one could join in any order, each part of the quartet has to be interesting, but they still all must blend together and so they each get melody moments but the harmony/bass lines have to be interesting as well and. They ARE. This is such a hard task and it's accomplished SO. INCREDIBLY. WELL. (Side note: also makes for a good ensemble piece for, say, your and your friends' senior recitals, so everyone gets fun parts, a chance in the limelight, and a chance to rest, haha totally irrelevant note right there definitely no connection to my real life). With Astral Train we really get this cool ghostly train feel and through all the Astral pieces we REALLY feel the absolute intensity of Mae's dreams and the music creates such an immaculate vibe. It is unmatched. The rest of the soundtrack contains plenty of bops in a variety of genres too, where the bass songs have to be both playable and fun (Die Anywhere Else my beloved), and we get nostalgic and mischievous music fit for this ragtag team. This is the feeling I've had hanging out with my teenage friends at 10 PM in a parking lot. It is absolutely perfect for this video game. The music is SUCH a bop and really emotionally connects to me cause the game is such a bop of a plot. It is truly fantastic. (Addendum: Ok listening to Gregg rn and. Holy shit bop. I love him. I love this)

Ok now onto Oneshot, which, admittedly, does not have as strong a holding on the podium as these other two do, but curse me for having been emotionally destroyed by the video game because now I am emotionally attached to the music too. But, again, ATMOSPHERE. I am once again gonna be speaking in the interest of spoilers here, so I hope anyone who's finished the game will forgive what I'm not saying, but the entire landscape of this desolate planet is just SO much. The world is so simple and empty, and yet awe is often mixed with this feeling of despair. This is incredibly fitting for Niko, for the hopeful little pal they are, and creates an incredible effect. (I included specific song reccs for the last but I don't quite for this - so I'll just say now that I'm listening to On Little Cat Feet). The visuals are fairly simple, the map small, and just looking at the game the world feels incredibly small. But the music makes it all seem so vast. We really get put into Niko's shoes (or their little cat feet I suppose), and get to see this world for the vast, terrifying, but incredible place it is. The music makes you feel like that child seeing a new world for the first time, (this isn't spoilers past the first chapter but I'm warning you anyways) even though you are meant to be a god, you are still made to feel small and the world still large. The music does so much of this work, and it's incredible. Throughout the soundtrack the underlying angst, the despair, remains present, and the game has so much more impact for the music. No game is incomplete without it's music, and Nightmargin does a fantastic job creating this music for Oneshot. I haven't analyzed the actual music instruments/structure so much, but it's those instrumental sounds again tearing at my heart strings again. I would also like to recommend this game beyond the soundtrack, since it is an incredible story, with some puzzling gameplay, and it has made me feel how no other game has. It is a masterpiece of a game, and I implore everyone to play it through. Get hints if you need to, or play alone, just make it to the Ending. You'll know when you're there. (Addendum: I think I'm very repetitive here but I refuse to edit it so you have to live with this. Anyways gonna say it again: Play Oneshot!!)

Now I have chosen three game soundtracks that had a story that incredibly connected with me, and music to bolster that story and those emotions in incredibly meaningful ways. But there are so many others with great music, but that didn't necessarily connect on such an emotional level. Portal and Portal 2 have fantastic soundtracks, Celeste has beautiful music, Underhero has some funky and spectacular beats, Undertale and Deltarune are famously incredible (although I also did emotionally connect with them... but they're already talked about enough. Lancer beloved.), Clam Man is just. Fun., Oxenfree is also incredibly atmospheric and spectacular, Sewer Rave just has nice beats, and Minecraft is nostalgic as all hell. There are so many games to choose from, that from the moment I saw your question I knew I would be writing a far too long Tumblr post to answer you, because it feels an injustice to just answer one without reasoning, or without bringing to light all of the other amazing sounds I've discovered.

To finally answer your question, I think Ikenfell deserves the top spot in my heart. My instinct was right, there's fresh sounds, great musical structure (see: Between the Lines that I didn't elaborate on), incredibly emotional sounds, and fantastic storytelling within the soundtrack. But I love all of these other soundtracks, so I must bring them up. For they also have spots in my heart.

TL;DR - Ikenfell wins but I also love Oneshot and Night in the Woods and many others so I don't know what to say chief (lies i have too much to say)

#i will not apologize you brought this on the world by asking #i'm so sorry you had to find out i'm such a nerd This Way #i want to ask my friends to proofread this for legibility before posting but lets be real thats not happening. it wont be legible #so sorry about being this much of a nerd. not really but. wow that got long. mm vulnerability my behated #ikenfell #night in the woods #oneshot #only tagging those three cause theyre the ones i got too emotional about.#ok ok im gonna post this now lmao #wait am i legally allowed to mention blaseball cause the garages or is that not allowed #ok i think its not allowed #but the garages r very good i listened to the newest album today and *chefs kiss*

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dt-canim · 3 years

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Oh boy, this is gonna be a long one haha. This is a bit of an unusual post, but Tumblr, I need some assistance.

Ok so I've always have known about autism and stuff like it but it wasn't until about a year ago that I started looking into neurodivergency more. If you're wondering, it was brought about by my favorite Ducktales episode (season 3 episode 6: Astro Boyd) airing for the first time and I saw people talking about its autistic/neurodivergent themes.

Since then, I’ve been picking up some of my tendencies and it got me wondering. I never remember getting tested for this stuff so this is just based on my experiences and research. So for educational purposes, I'm gonna put some of the traits I do and see if any neurodivergent ppl relate lol

The first thing I want to touch upon is something plenty of us are probably familiar with: stimming. My experiences include;

Excitedly hitting a book I'm reading because of a cool call back, a really funny joke, or simply something badass happening (this just happened to me other day lol)

Flailing my arms and/or legs when something similar (to the point above) happens in a movie or tv show I enjoy

“Vibing” with my best friend includes: waving my arms and head around, bobbing up and down like I am an idle video game character, and/or just generally moving in place for a solid minute or two

The next thing I will mention: Hyperfixations

If you have seen my Tumblr, profile, or simply paid attention to the beginning of this post, you may not be surprised that I hyperfixate with my favorite show, possibly ever, Ducktales. I got emotional last year when I heard it was ending and legitimately cried at the end of the last episode. I mean watching those final credits still makes my heart hurt. (And I know I'm terrible at posting but I will never truly leave the Dt fandom)

Sometimes it happens rather quickly. For instance, I went to the mall with my friend last Saturday and impulsively bought a book called The Extraordinaries. I finished it in 3 days and I swear if I don't go back to that Barnes & Noble and get my hands on the sequel soon I will do crimes.

When I find things to hyperfixate about it is all I want to talk about with people for a while. But then I feel bad when they don't share my interests because I don't just want people to listen to me babble my head off all the time about stuff they don't care about.

Something I found out recently, losing track of time apparently can be a neurodivergent trait.

So yeah I've done this a lot. Overall, I just have terrible time management skills. I'm not great at putting things down on a timeline and it makes me anxious when I do so.

Also, since going into homeschooling about 5 years ago, I constantly lose track of time. Most of the time, I only know what day and time it is because I have a calendar next to my bed and a phone around me at all times. (off-topic but it annoys me that I used the word time so often here)

Prioritizing tasks, knowing how to start things, and just overall getting shiz done..???

I have. So many. Sketches I want to finish. But I keep going to a new one cause woop I just got a new idea must do it now right?! (Seriously though, I'm sorry that I haven't been posting much art lately)

I have a comic I want to start developing but I have no idea how on earth I should do that. And sometimes things seem obvious, like get the outlines for your story, get main plot points down, PUT YOUR DAM IDEAS YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD DOWN SOMEWHERE ANYWHERE. But nooo I'll just sit here and keep starting new sketches of my main characters. That'll get you a product you'll be happy with.

Sometimes I will just sit there thinking ok I'm sitting here but I have work I need to get done and I am running out of time to do it and it is stressing me out right now but I can't move I can't do it but I need to because it needs to get done and I am running out of time but it is stressful. Rinse and repeat for at least a half-hour, maybe take a nap lol.

This point is the fact that even though I never got tested I know I have maladaptive daydreaming which has a link to Adhd and neurodivergency in general.

For those who don't know what that is, I will try to explain. Yes, it is daydreaming but it's more than that. (you know what? I'm just gonna put the traits I found off of a site and add my feelings toward it lol)

extremely vivid daydreams with their own characters, settings, plots, and other detailed, story-like features

daydreams triggered by real-life events (mostly media I consume in my case)

difficulty completing everyday tasks (kinda like the stress-sitting I mentioned earlier just with daydreaming mixed in)

difficulty sleeping at night (at the time of making this point is it currently 3 am, though I am aware I'm up rn because of this post, it is usually because of the daydreaming)

an overwhelming desire to continue daydreaming (ok that's just...accurate)

performing repetitive movements while daydreaming (typically I walk around my house like a ping pong ball)

making facial expressions while daydreaming (idk I usually mouth what my character are saying or replicate the face their making)

whispering and talking while daydreaming (^^)

daydreaming for lengthy periods

The last thing I will mention for now is my family cause many sources say that this stuff is commonly genetic soooooooo

My mother has been diagnosed with dyslexia since she was a kid.

We've suspected that my brother has Adhd. To put it in perspective I will paraphrase something that his 2nd-grade teacher once said. “He moves around so much I want to just strap him to a chair sometimes but I am afraid to do it cause I think he'll explode”

I have more I could potentially talk about but I don't want to make this too long. I just want to know if anyone relates to this. So here take this mess of me hahahaaaaaaaa

#neurodivergent #adhd #austism #adhd things #stimming #hyperfixation #maladaptive problems #maladaptive daydreaming #maladaptive behaviors #neurodivergencies #does any if this make sense

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moonagedaydreamohyeah · 3 years

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Can I ask you these from the autism asks?👉🏻👈🏻

26, 32, 42

Hi sweet Sin!💓 Definetely! Thank you for indulging me🌼☺️🐋

(This got looong, and probably not even that interesting, sorry😅)

26. Do you avoid eye contact?

It depends! I tend to find it real hard to talk while keeping eye contact, and when I’m reacting to something someone says I always look away too. The first one because I can’t concentrate on what I’m saying if I keep eye contact, and the second because I find it hard to do the right facial expression! In these instances it kind of feels like my eyes and the other’s are like repelling magnets. When somebody else talks I tend to look pretty intently at their eyes though😅 all this also varies depending on how well I know the person I’m talking to though!

32. What are your same foods?

- As I’m not actually a picky eater, I feel like I do have same foods but they only last for periods of time and then change! Right now I have two:

Oatmeal with hazelnut butter, flaxseed Oil, topped with peanuts and Apples! (I call it my healthy snickers-oatmeal and can 10/10 recommend!)

And a vegetarian clear soup with squash, potatoes, peppers, chili, onions and quinoa! 🍲

I’m happy eating this everyday for several weeks at a time, I really love the repetitiveness of it and it relaxes me knowing what I’m gonna be eating and not having to make decisions, and it’s pretty simple foods for me, so I never get overwhelmed with the taste, texture, or the amount of sugar or fat from them!

42. Tell us something about your special interest

- Oh Boy. It’s a difficult question to limit my answer to and I already answered this with waay too much info that none of you guys are probably interested in in the least lol😅😅

But here goes!:

• Did you know whales sleep with only one half of the brain at a time?? It’s called unhemispheric sleeping and it’s pretty cool in my opinion - that way they can keep moving to keep their body temperature up, keep an eye out for predators and make sure to swim up to the surface to breath!🐋🐋 (whales)

• The city with the largest population in most US states isn’t the state capital? I learned this when I was spending time each day memorizing the US state map and their capitals and most populous cities. Maybe this is common knowledge lol, but living in Scandinavia and not being used to this, it surprised me! (The US) (I’ve never been but I’d really like to! I often dream that I fly to the US and I get equal parts excited and scared - which is pretty much how I feel about the US cause I imagine that it’s so different from what I’m used to! Also I really don’t like flying😩)

I hope any followers of mine from the US doesn’t laugh in my face or feel like I’m being disrespectful, I really can’t help how fascinated and confused my brain is about this country!😅🥺🙃

• Tolkien partly created languages for the people of Middle Earth because there is so much culture in language, and he wanted to create well-founded cultural histories for the different people of Middle Earth (The Lord of the Rings)

• I really think fanfiction as a genre is so interesting and should be studied by way more people! It inherently has so many topics about it that would be interesting to talk about!! Queer culture, activism, political values, escapism and activism combined by creating the world you wanna see, representation, sexuality, sexpositivity, body shame, artistic motivation, what we people perceive as ‘real’ art and literature. And community! - for both all kinds of queer people and people who tend to have very intense interests! I could talk about all that for ages it’s so interesting and amazing. 😍 And lately I actually have begun to talk way more about fandom and fanfiction with a lot of my irl friends and they’ve all been interested to hear about it, and so so supportive😃

Okay, oh my Goodd Sin, I’m so sorry that my answers got so long omg?! You just hit some spots I guess (That sounds dirty but I don’t mean that in a dirty way😳)

Anyway, Thank you so much again for indulging me in Autism Ask Game!! Ily🥺💓

I hope you have the mostest wonderfullest day my darling fellow human person!!!❤️🌼🌈🐬

#Mari rambles🌼#A LOT #hehe #autism #actually autistic #same foods #special interests #eye contact #whales #lotr #fanfiction #fandom #usa #us states #ask games

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sushiandstarlight · 4 years

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“Unwrap”: NaNoWriMo 30 Days of Prompts

Prompt One

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“You look tired.”

“We don't get tired.”

“No, we don't need to sleep. We get tired. You get tired and you sleep.”

Crowley had wandered into Aziraphale's rooms, in the back garden of the estate, shortly after what he would assume was the child's bedtime. Although, come to think of it, it was a bit late even for that.

“Did the child give you a hard time today?”

“Nah, just being a kid. Lots of questions.”

“Hmm, I know you like that.”

Nanny's hat and coat hung on a rack by the door. Her tie and dark sunglasses were discarded on the coffee table. By now Crowley should have been in a relaxed sprawl, but he wasn't. He sat stiffly, staring ahead.

“Tea?”

“Sure, Angel.”

Something to fuss with, that's what he needed. Just a moment alone and something familiar to occupy himself. Really, he was reading too much into Crowley. He was always reading too much, paying the demon too much mind. So the serpent was tired. Well, weren't they both?

Aziraphale moved into the tiny kitchenette and put the kettle on, palms down on the counter as he waited for the water to boil. The only sound in the room was the kettle warming so the soft sigh behind him wasn't nearly as hidden as Crowley might have liked it to be. He took care in making Crowley's tea just how he liked it: steeped a little longer than the angel would prefer, but also with a little extra sugar. He would have drank it plain and bitter out in the world, but in here with Aziraphale he was safe to indulge. There was no one to impress, only an old friend. Neither of them would mention it, but Aziraphale would see the comforted droop in Crowley's shoulders after the first sip and that would be thanks enough. There were enough things in the world to be on the defense about: tea did not need to be one of them. Not here; not with him.

When he brought the mugs back to the sitting area, Crowley was still sitting stiffly in the chair, staring out over the yard with a pained expression on his face. Aziraphale sat the mugs down on the coffee table and knelt beside him, hesitating only a moment before placing a hand on the demon's knee. Even that gentle tough made Crowley jump.

“Ngk! Sorry, Angel, lost in thought.”

“Are you okay? I mean, really.”

“Sure, tip-top. Always okay, me.”

Aziraphale stared at him pointedly and watched as Crowley's put on smile melted around the edges.

“It's silly.”

“Perhaps you should let me be the judge of that.”

“I'm afraid,” Crowley sighed again, “that I'm rather stuck in my corset.”

Aziraphale couldn't help the way his eyes drifted downwards, to the gentle curve of Crowley's waist. Truth be told, he had been doing his best to ignore it as he did with all the shapes that Crowley twisted his body into. It was only, sometimes, when he was alone that he would indulge thinking about them... All of them. There was no shape of Crowley's that Aziraphale found unappealing. But, if this one caused him pain...

“But, my dear, we have been here for weeks... how-”

“At first, I was...” and here Crowley made a pulling up gesture, “but then I thought maybe we should take it easy on that. Wouldn't want the energy to draw unwanted attention.”

Now that he thought about it, Crowley had visited him for tea (or something slightly stronger than tea) every day the first week they had been here in disguise. But he hadn't seen the demon off nanny duty since then. Why hadn't he noticed that before now? He would never curse his ability to get lost in his books (because he had brought a few with him even for this trip), but sometimes they caused quite a bit of inattention.

“Wait, do you mean...” He instinctually reached for Crowley's middle, but stopped the movement halfway, looking up at his face, “How long have you been stuck in this thing?”

Crowley looked away, out over the yard again, and mumbled something.

“Tell me it hasn't been since the last time you were here.”

“I... can't.”

“Crowley.” It was a reproach and a pity, rolled into one.

“Well, it's not like I'm human. My body can handle it.” Aziraphale watched him try to curl in on himself defensively, but when realize he couldn't bend that way in the corset his lips drew flat in frustration and he sat up straight again.

“How long are you going to let it go on, then?” Aziraphale cocked his head and squeezed the knee still under his other hand, “until the child is grown and armageddon is postponed?”

“m'here, aren't I?” Crowley grumbled.

“And here I thought it was for the company.”

Crowley glared at him.

“Is that a request, dear?”

“... yes.” Crowley shifted uncomfortably in the chair and met his eyes in a series of darting movements.

“Well, up you get then,” this was not going to be a problem, Aziraphale thought, not at all. Friends helped friends out of corsets all the time, didn't they? How else was one to get in and out of one, after all? They seemed to require help by their very nature.

Aziraphale stood and backed up to give the demon room and thought that maybe, just maybe, he saw a smile of relief flash over his face before he turned away from him. He watched Crowley's elbows move as he made quick work of the buttons down the front of his shirt and then struggled to get it off his shoulders. Aziraphale gently plucked the shirt up and tugged it down his arms.

And so, he got his first look at the corset itself: it was mainly black, which was to be expected. But, it was decorated in swirling patterns of coiled red, too. At first he couldn't tell, but upon closer inspection, he realized the coils were that of one, long snake. The scales glittered in the low light of the room. The boning was golden and winked at him, too. It was a beautiful work of art, in and of itself, but it was the shape it pulled Crowley's body into that stole Aziraphale's breath. That decadent curve to his waist had his hands itching to touch, to trace. He fisted his hands at his sides to keep them from trembling from the want of it.

Crowley, seemingly entirely unaffected by the moment, tossed a glance over his shoulder.

“It ties at the top and bottom and laces all the way down.”

Aziraphale took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was fine. He grasped the ties at the bottom and tugged, finding them easy enough to undo, before falling into a steady pattern of unlasing upwards. The task itself was repetitive enough that he was momentarily lost in it.

Until Crowley groaned softly.

“A-alright there?”

“Oh. Yeah. Just, it feels good to have it loosened.” He wiggled a little and Aziraphale lost his grip on the laces.

“Hold still, dear, I'm not finished yet.”

“Fussy.”

“Hmm.” He was most of the way up now and faced a new challenge: Crowley wore his hair a bit longer as Nanny and, well, it was right there... The almost unbearably soft-looking waves settled only a little above the last tie of the corset. He bit his lip and indulged in admiring them. Of course, he wouldn't tough them. That's not... That's not what they are.

“Taking a smoke break?”

“No,” Aziraphale laughed, if a bit higher than he normally would, and quickly finished unlacing the corset, pulling the top knot free. He helped Crowley lift it over his head and watched as the man before him relaxed for the first time in an uncounted number of days. He cleared his throat and gently set the corset on the coffee table beside their tea. It really was a lovely item, he would hate to see it ruined; or worse yet, to be the one who marred it.

“I'm sure that feels much bet...” he trailed off as he turned back, only now really taking in all the skin he'd uncovered. Really, that on it's own would have been arresting, but what stopped him in his tracks were the lines cross-crossing Crowley's back and sides. Clear marks where the seams had come together, where the boning had held him in, and where the laces had pressed, even over a layer of fabric.

“What was that?”

Aziraphale barely heard the question, his hand reaching out of it's own accord, fingers stroking along one of the lines that started at Crowley's hip and trailed upwards. He felt more than heard the sharp intake of breath under his hand. He should pull back. He would pull back. Any moment now.

But he wasn't pulling back. Instead, he was tracing another line back downwards- right along Crowley's spine. He heard the hiss just as he felt the shudder go through the man in front of him.

“Does it hurt?” Aziraphale was whispering and he wasn't sure why. Was it reverence? Was he trying not to get caught? Maybe the moment would shatter if he spoke too loudly.

“N-no,” Crowley's throat worked loudly in the quiet room, “no, that doesn't hurt.” He wasn't whispering, but his voice had mysteriously dropped a couple octaves. Also, importantly, he hadn't made a move to pull away or discourage Aziraphale's roaming fingers.

So, instead of pulling back, Aziraphale pressed his entire hand flat into the small of Crowley's back and stroked upwards, feeling the already-disappearing lines under his palm. Crowley's skin was much softer and warmer than he expected. Every bit he touched only made him want to touch more. He was losing his grip on why that was a bad idea. His palm reached the end of the marks and continued upward, along the back of Crowley's neck and into his hair. And it was, oh it was, every bit as silky as it looked. A sound left him, whether it sounded of pain or pleasure he couldn't say.

An answering whine drifted back to him as Crowley pressed his head backwards into his palm. His breath left him in a gust, his heart somehow feeling twice as large but also half as heavy, seeing this beautiful creature so willingly submit to his touch. He stepped forward, completely into Crowley's space, guiding the demon's head back onto his shoulder as he stroked down the side of his jaw, his neck, and then along his clavicle. He pressed forward against him, wishing briefly that he was disrobed, too, and he could feel all this warm skin against his own.

His other hand drifted up and settled to wrap around Crowley's hip, but didn't stay there long. It roamed upwards, counting the ribs along his side and feeling the lines the corset had left there, too. He felt the short panting breaths stirring in the lungs beneath his fingers.

He drew his nose along the line of Crowley's arched and bared throat, taking in the scent of him: something dark and sweet like deep, red cherries. His hand had stopped, sprawled across Crowley's lower belly. The room was filled with the harsh sounds of his panting breath. Aziraphale couldn't hold out any longer, he drew his tongue along the arched line of Crowley's throat and then nipped it sharply.

“Angel, please!” Crowley sobbed, breaking any semblance of silence the room had held. Any denial that this was happening. Crowley was every bit as lost to this as he was. Aziraphale wanted to wander, lost in this experience with him.

Aziraphale soothed the spot with a kiss and then nuzzled up to his ear.

“What would you have me do, my darling?” He was idly stroking his thumb just under the demon's belly button. Crowley didn't respond with words. He grasped the hand on his belly and moved it downwards, pressing it to the front of his tight, and now tented, skirt.

“You're so beautiful, Crowley,” he murmured against the demon's neck as he traced him far too gently through the cloth. Crowley's hips bucked towards his hand, but he pulled back until he settled against him again before resuming his gentle touch. Crowley groaned, a sound of frustration that was belied by the twitching under Aziraphale's palm. He liked being teased, toyed with. That was a piece of information Aziraphale sent to the back of his mind for later consideration.

He trailed his other hand back up along Crowley's neck and into his hair, grasping it and gently pulling back, exposing more of his throat to his teeth and tongue. He watched Crowley's Adam's apple bob as the man attempted to swallow back his cries and whimpers.

His own control was slipping, though. He didn't think he could tease the man in his arms much longer. What he wanted was to take him apart, to see him loose and relaxed against him, both of them knowing that Aziraphale had given him that. Removing his teasing fingers, momentarily (he promised himself), he reached down and hiked up Crowley's skirt.

Crowley, himself, was lost to it. His hips thrust into open air, seeking out the return of Aziraphale's hand.

“Patience, serpent.”

“That's a virtue,” Crowley hissed, “I don't have any virtues.”

“We both know that isn't true,” Aziraphale nibbled on the shell of his ear, prompting an almost violent shiver to rattle through him, “but we can argue about that later.”

Now, he had wrapped his slickened hand around Crowley, tight enough to hold him, but loose enough to allow the demon to thrust into the grip. Crowley let out a guttural groan and thrust into his fingers with an every-increasing pace.

“Tighter, ah, tighter please,” he gripped Aziraphale's arm, as if to hold him in place. As if Aziraphale could stop what was happening, even if he wanted to. His eyes had been glued downwards, watching Crowley move between his fingers, but now as the man breaths of the man in his arms grew quicker and unsteady, he pulled back a bit so he could watch his face. He tightened his grip and that was all it took: Crowley's face screwed up in pained pleasure before he let out a high whimper as he came, pained pleasure giving way to utter relief.

He felt the moment Crowley's knees wobbled and caught him, pulling him in tightly to his own body and holding him there, peppering his neck and sweet, gentle kisses as his breaths slowed.

“So, uh, you liked the corset, huh?” Crowley had made no move to leave the circle of his arms. His grip on Aziraphale's arm had slackened, but he hadn't let go.

“Hmm, yes, I might. A bit.”

“A bit. Angel, you go on and tell me what you really like and I'll just go ahead and do it. I can't imagine.”

“Yes, I like the corset. But, Crowley, oh you know, don't you?”

Crowley had found his feet again, although the knees were still a bit iffy. He turned slowly, still keeping close to Aziraphale.

“Know what?”

“I like the corset because it's very you. And I love all the things that you love, because I love you.”

“Oh,” a blush crept up over Crowley's cheeks and, marvelously, down his chest as well (Aziraphale logged that thought as well), “you big, sappy Angel.”

“I don't think you mind, actually.” Aziraphale squeezed him close.

“No?”

“Not at all.”

“Hmm.”

“Crowley.”

“Yes, I love it. I love you, too. But I'll take it back if you keep grinning at me like-” Aziraphale cut him off with a kiss that made him lose his knees all over again.

#aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #star light-reads #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2020 #30 days of prompts #lemons #honestly i was trying NOT to make this a lemony prompt #because that seemed too easy #but Aziraphale wouldn't stop having lustful thoughts #i blame him

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mc-doppomine · 3 years

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30 Days of Hypmic Challenge

Day 20: Fling Posse or Matenrou?

I feel the judgment as I actually explain my whys and all that now...but since I’ve decided to do it, I’m gonna have just deal, I guess. So I guess I’ll start with character/story wise...yeah that went to Matenrou, not really much of a fight for me based off what I had at the time. Which is some combination of the anime, the first chapters of the mangas and the team albums. But based off those, Fling Posse just fell short. Like for all the closeness they are depicted with in like art and fic and all that, I didn’t get such a strong impression of friends from their initial drama tracks and a little ham-fisted in the anime (music on the other hand...) but rather they were really just a ‘fling’ with each other. And that’s not really their fault since KR did the short cut and gave Matenrou connection with each other beforehand with Hifumi and Doppo being childhood friends. But in addition to that...I just didn’t find Dice and Gentaro as interesting at first. Certainly not as appealing as Ramuda, who has so much stacked for him.

But to be fair, I thought Ramuda was a more interesting and engaging leader than Jakurai, whom I was thought was interesting in theory but not sure if I liked. Whereas I was toeing between wanting to strangle or hug Ramuda...hallmarks of me wrestling with very complex characters. But at the same time, I couldn’t trust Ramuda. Like it was bad enough I had to be slapped with Jakurai not being anything like I went in thinking he was like and finding like most of the things I accused him of, it was actually Ramuda that did it. It was a time.

And like I said Dice and Gentaro just didn’t have enough for me to think about with just their initial albums. Maybe it was just their ‘gimmick’ didn’t draw me enough? Or I couldn’t...not empathize...but get their whole deals just yet? Like with Dice, I feel nothing towards that constant need for thrills and throwing all away for what you want. And while I do write them on occasion...I’m not good with liars. I guess it’s just something that personally perplexes me. Not saying I completely got Hifumi or Doppo’s thing either because I still was thinking that they were gonna do Hifumi’s thing as one major joke. That and I didn’t get the extent of Doppo’s spiraling.

But what made the difference was the way they connect. Maybe it’s just that bias I can’t get rid of but I get the roommate/best friend dynamic very well. Although I admit I’m a bit surprised that I didn’t like Dice and Gentaro as much because looking back they remind me of Kurogane and Fai, which is like one of my earliest dynamics I loved and them fitting aspects of it well. Particularly a liar playing around with the more rough one and somehow putting up with it.

So yeah, character-wise, it was Matenrou.

Music wise...that’s a bit harder. Mainly in that I don’t really like Hifumi’s solos. I mean not every song has to be deep or something but I think it’s like how some pop songs work and some don’t? Just how some of the repetitions hit? Hifumi’s usually falls flat for me (although I’ve been stockholmed into it to the point I find myself humming Champagne Gold...). And then with Dice’s...I don’t think I disliked 3$EVEN but I also don’t find myself seeking it out. And I think generally for both...I thought they were fine. Fling Posse does have an advantage as their music is based more on pop, which I listen to, and Matenrou’s is more...varied. Overall with individual, they were more even as I liked Ramuda and Gentaro’s while with Matenrou I liked Jakurai and Doppo’s.

And group wise...they’re still tied. Because Shibuya Marble Texture is so chill and just vibing, which I love. And then there’s Shinjuku Style, which is ma’am you are going to get a speeding ticket listening to this, which is also something I love. Which is why next rounds, I’m buying the album for this one because all the songs are bops. And so it brings it down to the important part: the battle.

Like I’ve mentioned in a previous entry, Battle Battle Battle is one of my favorite rap battles as it has like the best performance of everyone sticking to the flow and the lines were just so good. I have a favorite line for everyone in this one. ‘Your luck’s running out, young gun, you’ll be sleeping in the gutters’ for some reason got me because Doppo went out the fucking gate with his first verse. I have to remind y’all this was my first experience with the battles to being with. I wasn’t ready. And Dice’s was also great because the flow of ‘Antei nante mon wa hanakara maji kyoumi nee, Honki de...’ (sorry for the use of romaji, I don’t know how everyone reads and know I wouldn’t be able to identify the kanji) and also because the translation of ‘whole ass it’ will never leave me. It’s wonderful. And then to be followed by Hifumi’s ‘boku wa hifumi GIGOLO hitotsu zutsu o tsumikasaneru,’ I am deceased. I had to learn about the wordplay but I love his wordplay and how it can be read. And what a way to be introduced to Gentaro’s catch phrase, it gives me shivers! Shivers! Ah, I love the second and thirds’ back and forth.

And you’d think with theirs being so strong, I wouldn’t remember the leaders going? No. Not at all. I can’t get Jakurai’s cadence but his lines of not only zipping but stitching Ramuda’s mouth shut, my goodness. You can tell he’s had enough of that man’s shit. But on the other hand Ramuda being that incessant buzzing in his ears and knowing that he’s annoying him. It’s such a good back and forth of feelings without ever saying outright the true heart of their issues. While it seems like a straight forward jab, it’s cloak and dagger with their dealing with each other.

But in the end...I do think Doppo and Hifumi’s verse trumped Dice and Gentaro’s because I think their disses were just better. And it’s not like it was a one-sided affair because I think the bite back about ‘wolves go extinct in this country’ and that ‘it’s already over, pay attention’ were nice bite backs to them. I also I think Ramuda’s verse did outdo Jakurai’s but again this is 2 v 1 of the overall so that in the end it went to Matenrou for me in this aspect too. But I just love both of their music so I just really didn’t want it to end for either of them.

#30 days of hypmic challenge #fling posse #matenrou #the bonus for this day will probably be out soon-ish #ramuda amemura #gentaro yumeno #dice arisugawa #jakurai jinguji #hifumi izanami #doppo kannonzaka

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.79

Running late to pick Curtis and Shiro up, Lance blamed Kosmo. The puppy making off with one of his shoes, while he was trying to find his missing pants. Curtis had sounded drunk, Shiro even more so. Lance hadn’t expected them to get plastered on their date, but with a rare night to themselves, he felt both of them totally deserved to relax. Promising to wait for them out the front of the hotel whose restaurant was where they’d gone for their date, neither of them were waiting out the front thanks to the light drizzling rain.

Heading into the lobby with his boyfriend, Keith unimpressed they were walking around in their “pyjamas” in such a rich looking place. They’d fallen into a doze cuddling after doing a little physical making up more than once. Lance’s hips were sore and his smile gentle towards his annoyed boyfriend. The vampire really loved it when Keith he’d him by his hips, and he really loved making up with his boyfriend. So that gentle smile was purely for Keith. Wearing sweats, he’d had to borrow because lord only knew where his pants, and oversized shirt in a hotel lobby made him feel like a dork. They were clearly underdressed when compared to the ornate Art Deco feel of the place. Sighing, Keith pulled out his phone, both of them moving out of the main thoroughfare to stand closer to the wall

“I’m gonna try calling Curtis again”

Lance nodded. The place really didn’t seem like they should walk further in. He wouldn’t be surprised if the receptionist had already called the cops on them, but all the money that went into such a fancy place didn’t really show on the outside with the rain coming in under the fronts plastic roofing. As Keith talked to Curtis, Lance’s smile started to waver. Not completely sure why, something pricked at his senses. The feeling annoying, as there seemed nothing wrong with their surrounds, and extra annoying as he couldn’t figure out why he was annoyed.

“They’re on their way. They went and sat in the lounge to wait for us thanks to the rain”

Lance almost thanked god out loud

“Babe?”

Humming, Lance pushed his smile back into place

“Sorry. I was totally zoning out”

Keith slipped his phone back in his pocket, Lance trying not to look as the small amount of weight tugged down Keith’s sweats. They’d already fooled around enough that now the couch and the bathroom were christened. He didn’t feel like he was in heat, but he could definitely appreciate Keith’s body, especially this hips showing above the hem of his sweats

“They could have at least texted”

Lance nodded, casting a glance around as he wondered where the hotel lounge was

“Babe?”

Whoops. He didn’t want Keith to worry over some niggling feeling he didn’t know how to explain

“I’m fine. Just tired”

“Are you sure? I mean...”

“I’m fine. Not even that sore... I mean, I’m not sore, but you know...”

Lance was blushing now. He could almost feel Keith’s hands on his hips. Maybe it was a kink? Yet, he only wanted Keith to do it, so he wasn’t sure it counted

“I know it’s harder on you than it is on me”

“Vampire stamina, babe. I’m okay. This place looks nice”

Keith frowned at the topic change, but went along with it

“It looks expensive”

“I don’t know how people feel comfortable in a place like this. I like the hotel we went to better”

“Mmm. Me too. Curtis did want things to be special. Their dinner probably cost what I make in a week”

Did Keith worry about that with him? That he couldn’t impress Lance with a low budget? Lance had his own money. He’d prefer something casual

“I don’t think I could do that. Spend that much on a meal. I’d rather get a room and room service”

“Do you want to do something like that for your birthday?”

Lance bit down his sigh. He didn’t want to discuss his birthday

“Can I think about it?”

“Sure... I get that you don’t like it, but... I want to do something with you”

Pidge and Hunk would probably want to do something

“I know. Please no 18 again parties. If Pidge and Hunk start on it, can you loop me in so I can not be there. Oh, there’s Shiro”

Curtis and Shiro were a welcome distraction. They were sober enough to walk straight, which was a relief

“Sorry! The rain started and Shiro was getting wet”

Curtis looked good. Both of them were suited up. Curtis had styled his hair a little differently thanks to his horn. The look suited him. The few flakes of dandruff on his shoulder were barely noticeable when you looked at Curtis as a whole being

“It’s fine. Can we go now?”

Ruffling Keith’s hair, Shiro laughing at Keith’s huffy tone

“You’ve got to get used to places like this one day. You can’t just take Lance to cheap hotels”

Keith deflated, Lance wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist

“Actually, he can. I really don’t mind where we go”

“Still. You do have a birthday coming up...”

“Lance would rather not talk about his birthday. It’s a sensitive subject when he doesn’t age”

Lance supposed he deserved that for confiding in Curtis. Shiro’s happiness didn’t waver, the hunter nodding understandingly

“I suppose after a while it gets repetitive. We always baked a cake for Keith’s birthday when I could. He always ate it. No matter how much he disliked it”

“Fuck off”

His little anger loaf wasn’t impressed. Lance keeping his arm around him as they moved towards the door.

That was because Shiro had made it his cake for him, Keith would always eat it like it was the best cake ever made. Lance knew those feelings well. This year Hunk would want to bake a cake for Keith, so Lance’d have to let him know not to. As Shiro brushed past him, Lance caught a whiff of vampire clinging to him. That certain undeadness with hints of blood... Now he knew what’d been bugging him. The feeling like he’d been being watched from far away. Stumbling his steps as he tried to look over his shoulder, Keith kept him upright

“Babe?”

Lance couldn’t bring up the topic now. Not if they were being watched and listened to

“It’s fine. Just making sure they didn’t call security on us”

A little white lie wouldn’t cause any drama. Maybe the vampire worked here as something like a waiter. Shiro’s neck showed, no vampire bites obvious. Confidently, Shiro bought his mistruth

“They’d hardly call security on us. Though you two are underdressed. I hope we didn’t disturb anything...”

The way Shiro said “anything” meant sex... Grumpy Keith didn’t appreciate his brother’s comment

“It’s the middle of the night. We were tying to sleep. Don’t be gross”

“You knew you had to pick us up”

“I didn’t think it’d be in the middle of the fucking night...”

Oh dear. Keith was only getting crankier. Pulling Keith closer, Keith leaned into him, Lance enjoying feeling like he was supporting his sleepy boyfriend

“It’s fine. We were cuddled up in bed. He didn’t have any coffee before we left. Are we headed back to the apartment or VOLTRON?”

“Lotor had a meeting with Allura. That should be over now. She was worried about his scent sending you into a fresh heat when now is not an opportune time. Then there’s the affect of your scent on his ego. Allura was quite unsure what the meeting was about. Lotor seemed quite keen on dating her”

Trust Curtis to know what was up. Lance hadn’t met Lotor yet. The vampire less snoopy now the Blades had sent a team. There were probably a lot of supernaturals that felt they couldn’t go to VOLTRON for help until the hunters had left. Things were fine with Coran running the show. He didn’t simply send someone after you. But the Blades didn’t play by his rules. Antok hadn’t seemed to care when he carried out his mission. He was going to have to find Allura and ask her what she made of Lotor now they’d spent more time together. They never had had to go out... and though Lance disliked going to clubs, he didn’t want Allura to miss out on the chance to get out and about. He didn’t want to third wheel on Allura’s dating life, yet he wasn’t sure he was up for Allura going out alone with Lotor, if she’d decided he was worth her time. If they went out, met in a public space, then that’d be a different thing. Allura could experience what being human was like, without the heaviness of it being a date. Not that dating was heavy. But there was a certain expectation of things to run smoothly. Lotor hurting Allura went against things running smoothly and he’d never forgive himself if something happened to her... even if meant third wheeling. Tomorrow he’d talk to Allura. Or today... He wasn’t exactly sure what the time was, only that he was out past his bedtime and he wanted to get as far away from the hotel vampire as soon as he could.

When Lance went looking for Allura in the morning, the last thing he expected was to be running into Krolia. Walking through the halls, Krolia and Kolivan were talking with Coran. Lance knew he wasn’t supposed to hear what they were saying, but he definitely caught “Sendak needs to come in and testify that he wasn’t involved in the incident at the shipping yard, or we’ll be forced to hunt him down. If you can get Lotor to agree on a meeting with us personally, we’ll be in a much better position....” before the three of them noticed him and promptly shut up. He’d heard more, but he really had tried to ignore their words by thinking about Keith. In front of everyone else the Blades made it a point to tell the world they didn’t need Coran’s help. Now they were sneaking around and meeting with him like the dodgy snakes they were.

“Lance, my boy. What are you doing here?”

Coran sounded ruffled. Being caught would do that. Sliding his hands into his jeans, Lance shrugged, pretending this wasn’t awkward, and he didn’t feel like prey with the three of them walking towards him

“I just came up to talk to Allura. Is she around?”

“She’s in her office, I believe”

“Great. Well... I’m gonna go... yep... gonna go find Allura...”

And now he was overjustifying. Kolivan stared down at him, crossing his arms with a savage frown on his lips. Lance nearly found himself dropping down and begging for his life. The man was fucking scary

“Can I ask why you wish to see Allura? I was under the impression you’d be leaving by now”

Ouch. He was currently stuck. Things half packed

“I’m not exactly here because I want to be. No offence, Coran. I... well... I was going to ask Allura if she wanted to go out for a drink and a catch up”

Coran nervously twirled his moustache

“Sorry, my boy... Allura needs to stay here today. Why don’t you call Pidge and Hunk?”

Okay. This was weird. Why was it that he felt Coran wanted Allura staying at VOLTRON because he was scared for her? Lotor better not have hurt her already

“Nah. It’s fine. I wanted to see how she was. I’ll message Keith or something”

“Ah. Yes. Well. Shiro and Keith will be required later too. Sorry. Lotor wishes to meet with them and we believe Allura may be able to obtain information pertinent to the investigation...”

“That’s enough. Anything else is to be saved for the briefing”

Coran tugged lightly on the end of his moustache

“I’m sorry, Lance. He is quite right. Maybe today’s the day to go for a nice drive? You’ll find something to do. Only I ask that you please avoid the main floor. We don’t know what time we should expect Lotor’s arrival”

“Coran, you don’t need to explain. It’s okay. I’ll visit Garrison, and catch up with Allura another time”

Heading back to his room. Lance gathered up his things. Lotor was coming on board to work with the Blades, meaning his presence here would potentially cause issues if the two of them were to bump into each other. Coran had promised to work on something for his scent and pheromones but these things took time and the man now had enough of his plate that Lance understood he didn’t really have time to be coming up with something like that. It’d suck not being able to say goodbye to Keith, but Keith had work and that needed to come first. Plus they’d made up yesterday. He’d overstayed his welcome. Not helpful in the current situation. Packing up and moving home was best for everyone... except Keith. He was being pathetic. He’d been spoiled being able to see Keith almost everyday. Mami was right. They were definitely in their honeymoon phase. He wanted to spend as much time with Keith as possible, but already had made his working life hard because his boyfriend had to take care of him during his heats. Putting it that way didn’t sound noble. It kind of sounded like he was running away from his problems. He should just call Keith and explain... but hearing his voice... he’d want to see him, and then he’d want to stay and he couldn’t stay. Ugh. Being in love was exhausting... Don’t get him wrong, he adored Keith, but if he wasn’t thinking about him then he probably would have gone back earlier.

Taking the cowards way out, he shot keith a text. Well. A series of texts explaining that for now he thought it’d be best. He knew Keith had abandonment issues and he’d really wanted to help with this “Krolia Keith issue”. But he was just one vampire head over-heels for his boyfriend. He thought maybe he get them to talk, yet if he was confined to the lower levels of VOLTRON he didn’t see how that was going to happen. With his things packed, it took two trips to his car. Keith hadn’t replied to messages, making him feel even worse about just leaving him in Platt. Keith had mentioned he wanted him to be able to go back to Garrison, where he’d be relatively safe... Matt and Rieva wouldn’t have returned there is it wasn’t... and with the three of them they’d put up a fair fight if anything happened.

Blue kept him company for the drive. Clipping her lead to the passenger headrest, his precious princess curled up on the front seat, happy to be in the sun. Her legs stretched out, toe beans pointing towards him. She was just too cute. She’d made a friend in Kosmo and now Lance felt mean separating the pair of them. Maybe he should get another cat? If things were settling down for him, it’d be good for Blue to have some company... Though the house and grounds were her domain so an intruder might not be looked upon so nicely. Plus, she’d have to share her cat tree... and watch another cat eat wet food... Maybe another cat wasn’t such a good idea... Especially when Blue liked to “play” with him as a bat. He was likely to end up dead with a second feline there to help Blue. As Keith would say, he was overthinking things again.

Reaching his house, he didn’t feel better about coming home. Hunk’s car was in the drive, him and Pidge probably already inside. After his craptastic day, part of him felt petty. Pidge wasn’t fine with sleeping over when it came to him. But she was apparently fine with two werewolves... It stung. Like maybe he wasn’t welcome in his own house anymore, like he wasn’t exactly welcome at VOLTRON. Now he was sitting in front of his house, he realised he’d left without picking up blood bags. He should have some still, from when he was going to move back before, but after skulking away, he felt foolish. His metaphoric tail tucked between his legs because the adults didn’t have time for him. Totally fucking lame. He’d stripped his room completely. Everything packed and in the back of his bronco. All that came now was pasting a fake smile on his face and greeting his friends again.

Matt and Rieva had heard him coming, Lance opening the door to the pair of them. As they wrapped their arms around him, it was the best he’d felt all day

“You’re back!”

Matt sounded happy. At least someone was happy to see him... Nope. No. No being petty. They were home and staying there now

“Yep. Back for good”

“We missed you, man! Come in already! We’ve been dying here. Hunk’s cooking is the only thing keep us alive”

Lance snorted

“You’ve missed me because you can’t cook”

“Rieva can cook... but there’s just something not the same without you in the kitchen”

Matt was careless with his words. Rieva letting go of Lance and grabbing her boyfriend by the earlobe, Matt yelping

“What was that?”

Matt grabbed his girlfriend’s wrist

“Okay! I said it wrong! You can cook! You can cook! Stop tearing my ear off!”

Rieva grinned at Lance

“Hear that? He’s volunteered for two weeks of dishwashing and drying. Now, if only I could get him so enthused about doing his washing”

Lance raised an eyebrow

“You haven’t trained him yet?”

“At this stage he’s surviving on his good looks alone”

“Then how is he still alive?”

Matt frowned, Rieva letting go of his ear as she laughed. Crossing his arms, the werewolf put on an overly hurt tone

“Man. That hurt. I thought we were buds?”

“We are. Can I blame that on my ego?”

“Only if you don’t get too mad about your living room”

“What did you do to my house?”

“Well... about that...”

It took naught-point-two seconds for Lance to wish he was buried out the back in his grave soil. His living room transformed. Now there were investigation boards up for Lotor. Rieva hadn’t given up on Lotor being bad... she’d just shifted her investigation here... roping in Hunk and Pidge from the look of it. He’d left Platt and now Platt seemed determined to mock him

“What. The. Fuck?!”

“Don’t freak out...”

Matt could go jump if he thought Lance would be cool with this

“You can’t just... What were you thinking?”

This right here was why vampires lived longer than werewolves! Rieva took him by the hand

“I know this is hard for you, but we couldn’t let it go. Lotor’s bad news. His family is bad news. Please, Lance. This is the only safe place where we can work this out”

From the sofa, Pidge looked up from her laptop

“Rieva, ignore him. He worries too much”

No. He worried just the right amount!

“Of course I worry! You guys are mostly human! I didn’t come home to be caught up in an investigation that’d make me even more dead if the Blades found out!”

“That’s why they can’t know. Shiro and Keith...”

“I’m not lying to Keith. Both of them were booted from the investigation for a good reason. I can home to get away from this!”

Hunk came running from the kitchen. Oven mitts still on his hand

“What’s all the... Lance?! You’re back?”

Why did it feel like Hunk wasn’t happy to see him?

“I am. And I see you guys have been busy”

“Uh. Yeah. Uh, bud... you see... the thing is...”

“The thing is you’re going to end up getting yourselves killed chasing this. I can’t believe you guys! You find out vampires are real and now you’re targeting one of the nastiest around? Seriously?! Do you know what you’re doing?! Allura is like a hair away from dating Lotor. Keith’s stressed out. Shiro and Curtis are finally dating. We’re all banned pretty much from going to VOLTRON while the Blades investigate this. And you bring it home?! This isn’t fun and games! People end up dead or they end up as something fucking worse. Pidge, you were scared and you haven’t even seen the worst of it! I told you I didn’t want her caught up in this! She’s your sister, Matt!”

Matt sighed

“Look. I know you care about Pidge. But I care about keeping us all safe. Lotor is bad news...”

“I know! Well I don’t know, but I know enough!”

“You’re not a hunter...”

Matt started to speak, Lance snapping mid sentence

“You guys aren’t either! You want to be turned into pets? Is that it? You want to be fed on? You want to be tortured? Why?! Why would you do this?”

Pidge stood up, yelling

“Our parents know hunters! They know. They know about things!”

“Then figure out how to help Curtis with his goddamn curse! Not how to bring down Lotor and get us all killed in the process!”

Pidge’s parents knowing hunters kind of gut punched him. Pidge must have either forced them to talk to her or snooped. Probably snooped. Colleen was scary

“You’re not our boss, Lance. We can’t let people get hurt! Or is your precious ego so fragile you don’t actually care about helping people?”

Lance wanted to shake sense into Pidge. What happened to his always dependable ray of sunshine stopping her from being stupid?!

“Of course I care! But we’re banned from investigating! You guys were knocked out by the Blades once. Kolivan isn’t going to be so kind the next time around!”

“What does it matter if it stops people getting hurt?!”

“Because you could die!”

“And I could come back as a vampire! This is bigger than us”

Pidge didn’t get it. She didn’t get what being a vampire was like at all. Pidge turning into a vampire was the stuff of nightmares for him. Why were his friends so fucking stupid?!

“I can’t... I can’t even look at you guys right now. Being a vampire isn’t a joke. It’s the worst existence you could think of. For 26 years I’ve looked 18. I’ve watched my family grow old. I tore my family apart. My sister Rachel became a drug addict because she couldn’t cope. I’ve left people behind. I’ve had to change my name and move. Everything you enjoy about being human is gone. Your precious coffee, drink that and you’ll be throwing it back up half an hour later. No caffeine buzz. No alcohol buzz. We go insane. That’s our fate. Our fate is loose our minds and turn into monsters. That’s if you even survive turning and you’re not hunted down and decapitated first. Our blood is so dangerous that even a hickey can turn our partners if they suck too hard. Fuck this. I’ll be in my grave my soil”

No matter which way he looked at it. He’d be the first to sign up for experimental time travel because today had sucked so hard that not even Keith calling him could make up for it.

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Ray Route Bad Ending 3 Guide

(donʼt/never answer messages it give good heart so i suggest dont answer it :))

Day 7 (100%)

00:58 – To become the child of darkness

Selection 1 Go to bed. It’s not good if you stay awake late… T_T

Selection 2 Zen, you’re practicing! (Nothing)

Selection 3 Yoosung, get a grip! And try again!!

Selection 4 Get a hold of yourself, Yoosung! (Yoosung)

Selection 5 ???

Selection 6 Yoosung….I’m sure this is your chance to grow. (Nothing)

Selection 7 Oh, are we getting started here? (Nothing)

Selection 8 What about White?

Selection 9 I think this hacker’s more good-looking. (Ray)

Selection 10 But lame man is my style!

Selection 11 Who said that? (Nothing)

Selection 12 Zen, you do realize we’re living in the 21st century, don’t you? (Nothing)

Selection 13 Not really interested.

Selection 14 I think this is takinf a direction just so weird.

Selection 15 Zen, try barking for me. (Nothing)

Selection 16 Great idea lolol

Selection 17 First, you gotta look like him. (Nothing)

Selection 18 You should give up your rehersal.

Selection 19 Your darkness within beckons you…. (Nothing)

Selection 20 I’ll be waiting…!!

Selection 21 I think this is all pointless.

Selection 22 Aren’t you excited? Lolol

Selection 23 I will in a few minutes! (Nothing)

03:01 – At This Night

Selection 1 It’s late. You didn’t log off? (Nothing)

Selection 2 Don’t worry. You’re not going to have another boss lololol (Jaehee)

Selection 3 For now, let’s trust him! (Yoosung)

Selection 4 When is your holiday?

Selection 5 It sounds like your office hour is 24/7…. Poor you. (Jaehee)

Selection 6 Anything new about the hacker?

Selection 7 I’m going to stay awake just a bit more. I don’t think I can sleep well tonight….

06:17 – Mr. Han

Selection 1 Did you eat something funny? (Nothing)

Selection 2 It suits him lololol

Selection 3 Mr. Kim! (Yoosung)

Selection 4 You should take a break from time to time – (Nothing)

Selection 5 Zen, show me what you can do! You’re a pro! (Zen)

Selection 6 That’s a great enlightenment! (Zen)

Selection 7 You should take at least 50000 won.

Selection 8 You should stay with him till the end if you’re there to help him – ! (Nothing)

Selection 9 Yes, sir. (Nothing)

Selection 10

It’s great that you’re enjoying your work…! I really hope that’s the case here as well…. (Ray)

Selection 11 Ok…

Selection 12 Good luck to everyone! (Ray)

08:43 – Continuously Thinking

Selection 1 Ray, did you have a good morning? (Ray)

Selection 2 About what happened back then… (Nothing)

Selection 3 That’s adorable! (Ray)

Selection 4 Remember that we kissed the other day? (Ray)

Selection 5 Of course I don’t hate you! I really like you! (Ray)

Selection 6 Who told you that? (Nothing)

Selection 7 I miss you. Are you busy?

Selection 8 First let’s try to spend more time together. (Ray)

Selection 9 Are you feeling alright? (Ray)

Selection 10 Please stay positive, even if you’re having a hard time! (Ray)

12:03 – Cooperation

Selection 1 …What about you?

Selection 2 Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!

Selection 3 Are you two together right now? (Nothing)

Selection 4 Any news from the hacker…?

Selection 5 Don’t you mean that the equipment is cool?

Selection 6 Well done, Jaehee! (Jaehee)

Selection 7 Because the hacker is so good…? (Ray)

Selection 8 That would mean more work for the hacker… (Ray)

Selection 9 Ok! I’d like to meet this knight of the light. (Email from whitehacker)

Selection 10 Welcome, Mr. Kim! (Nothing)

Selection 11 <<It’s time to awaken your dark force!>>

Selection 12

Don’t tell me… Did you collect 1500 won? (Nothing)

Selection 13 Is it time for the game event…?

Selection 14 What about Zen…? (Nothing)

Selection 15 Great! You’re trying various methods! (Ray)

Selection 16 That’s a good idea. (Nothing)

Selection 17 Wow.

Selection 18 Have fun!

Selection 19 He’s pretty smart. (Nothing)

Selection 20 Let’s invite her for the love of the world! Love the world! (707 + Email from eyegglasses)

Selection 21

What?

Selection 22 Enjoy your lunch, both of you. (Nothing)

Selection 23 Enjoy your lunch – (Nothing)

Selection 24 I’m fine… Sorry, I can’t tell you much. (Ray)

Selection 25 Thanks for your concern. (707)

14:44 – Art of Efficiency

Selection 1 Did you see how Yoosung imitated you?

Selection 2 Zen, is your sanity ok? (Zen)

Selection 3 Relax^^ I think he’s trying to tick you off on purpose. (Zen)

Selection 4 Do you think things would’ve turned out differently with definite strategy?

Selection 5 Oooh, please give me your know-how, Mr. Han! (Jumin)

Selection 6 Wow….you’ve come this far already? (Jumin)

Selection 7 Zen’s an actor. I think there’s a limit to the help he can get.

Selection 8 Who is the genius that calculated how much thread you’ll need for your stitching?

Selection 9 Now I’m starting to wonder why you won’t leave stitching part to someone else…

Selection 10 Wow! Why don’t we invite that person to the party? (Email from prorhythmist)

Selection 11 So your hobby is overall planning and stitching.

Selection 12 I do! The fundamental problem of your unsuccessful repetition of practice is none other than…. (Nothing)

Selection 13 I knew we’d need money from the very beginning.

Selection 14 So what matters is the courage to actually do it! (Ray + Jumin)

Selection 15 Can you invest in someone smart? (Ray)

Selection 16 But you can’t buy people’s hearts with money! What matters in acting is heart – (Zen)

Selection 17 Let’s not fight. (Nothing)

Selection 18 The balance of the world will stay only when you two look at the world in different views! (Nothing)

Selection 19 That’s right! That could be what gives birth to your artistic performance! You should carry on with your way! (Zen)

Selection 20 Calm down, Zen – !

Selection 21 …You should try performing White in your current state! (Nothing)

Selection 22 What are you doing right now?

Selection 23 Not at all –

Selection 24 I look forward to the completion. (Nothing)

16:27 – Power Save Mode Today

Selection 1 Welcome. (Nothing)

Selection 2 You don’t think there’s something wrong with the hacker, do you? (Ray)

Selection 3 That’s not true! That’s can’t happen…! (Ray)

Selection 4 …It’s his fate. It can’t be helped.

Selection 5 Seven, let’s talk more about the hacker. Have you picked up anything else? (Ray)

Selection 6 I think Jumin helped him enough… (Jumin)

Selection 7 That was a pretty scary joke…. (Nothing)

Selection 8 I can’t stop worrying about that hacker…. (Ray)

Selection 9 Seven, could you find out what happened to the hacker, whether something’s wrong with him…? (Ray)

Selection 10 …I hope you’d save the hacker if he surrenders. (Ray)

Selection 11 Maybe it was all misunderstanding that the hacker attacked us. We must find out what the truth is. (Ray)

Selection 12 ….He’s innocent. And good. I’ll leave it at that. (Ray)

Selection 13 I know. You have a good reason to suspect me. I’m trying to find peace in the middle…but it’s not easy. (Ray)

Selection 14 I’d have to make troulbe for V.

Selection 15 …I think V’s a good person. I think I can trust him. (V)

Selection 16 I wonder what this hacker is doing right now…. (Ray)

Selection 17 Go back before it’s too dark.

Selection 18 I know…. (Ray)

Selection 19 …I hope that never happens. (Ray)

Selection 20 I will…! Good luck! (707)

Selection 21 I will. Thank you. (Ray)

- Are you nervous? Don’t tell me…are you scared of him?

- Mmm…yeah. Everything’s gonna be okay. Don’t give it too much thought.

18:31 – The Roots of Pathetic

Selection 1 Jaehee, have you heard anything about the hacker? (Ray)

Selection 2 By results, do you also mean getting the hacker in your hands? (Nothing)

Selection 3 Welcome, Jumin. Are you done with your stitching?

Selection 4 What did you think of?

Selection 5 Exactly how would you apple your realization to business? (Nothing)

Selection 6 I want to know what it is.

Selection 7 But I don’t think you look bad the way you do now.

Selection 8 What about insecurity…? (Nothing)

Selection 9 Maybe it’s because of their personalities.

Selection 10 So you were basically running a business of yourself since childhood.

Selection 11 Nothing is truly wrong in this world… You actually understood that?

Selection 12 I think accepting even my imperfections is something really big. (Ray)

Selection 13 So that’s why people are tormented by their own inferiority and insecurity.

Selection 14 That’s because almost no one every criticizes you. you live an easy life full of respect.

Selection 15 I don’t think he flatters himself.

Selection 16 Then again, there’s really no need for him to confirm whether he’s good-looking or not…

Selection 17 Perhaps a sense of insecurity is no different from a struggle to hide one’s trauma. (Ray)

Selection 18 You’re right. Even if someone feels insecure, that sense of insecurity can actually drive a person to work much

Selection 19 I think it’d be good if I don’t have to be the best in my workplace. (Nothing)

Selection 20 I think that depends on your definition of accomplish… But whatever it is, the fact remains that no one is perfect, right? (Ray)

Selection 21 But maybe this world runs energetically because people want to win recognition.

Selection 22 So does this end with more work for you, Jaehee? (Nothing)

Selection 23 It was complicated, but thanks anyways. (Nothing)

Selection 24 I think he wants to make a team that does not drive people into competition but acknowledges each person as they acknowledges each person as they are. (Jumin)

Selection 25 I wish I could live in a world like that! (Nothing)

Selection 26 Please tell me if you pick up anything new about the hacker. Please. (Ray)

Story Mode – … Way to go, V and well, that doesn’t sound good

Who is it? Yes, it’s mine. Wait a minute! Have you seen Ray?

Jumin Calling

- I don’t think young Jumin Han would have been an ordinary six-year-old.

20:06 – Window of Truth

Selection 1 There’s nothing wrong with him, is there? (Nothing)

Selection 2 Everything’s quiet here. But…I’m worried about the hacker…. (Ray)

Selection 3 Why would you find only troubles around you? (Nothing)

Selection 4 I’m sure it’s not entirely your fault. (Ray + V)

Selection 5 Perhaps we need his advice right now. (Jumin)

Selection 6 I know you’re worried about me but… I think it’s best to admit what you can’t do and ask for help. (Ray)

Selection 7 You should gaze at yourself, V. (Ray + V)

Selection 8 Maybe you should give a call to Jumin. (Nothing)

Selection 9 Nobody is perfect…. I think you need some time for yourself. (Ray)

Selection 10 Good luck… (Zen)

Selection 11 Good luck…(Nothing)

Ray Calling

- Ray, where are you? I’m coming for you right now!

- Ray , you’ve done nothing wrong…!

21:43 – My True Identity Is

Selection 1 What’s wrong, Yoosung? (Nothing)

Selection 2 You’ll be an adult someday.

Selection 3 IS that you, Prince Seven…?

Selection 4 Why do you have no status? (Nothing)

Selection 5 An android…? (Nothing)

Selection 6 You sounds really serious.

Selection 7 Why do you think they’re running special inspections all of a sudden? (Nothing)

Selection 8 I don’t think you need to worry about that.

Selection 9 All of a sudden…? (Nothing)

Selection 10 …There’s no need for him to be concerned that much… (Ray)

Selection 11 No.

Selection 12 I’m concerned as well. I couldn’t see him all day long…. (Ray)

Selection 13 …Nothing.

Selection 14 But I’m suspicious about the prim minister’s purpose… (Ray)

Selection 15 Run along now.

23:59 – Strange

Selection 1 Have you hear nothing about the hacker yet? (Nothing)

Selection 2 Something’s not right about this.. We only had 2 parties so far. (Ray)

Selection 3 i know you’re hiding something. Can’t you slip it to me at the least?

Selection 4 Is he back!? (Ray)

Selection 5 Completely different person? Are you sure? (Nothing)

Selection 6 …The hacker is behaving like someone else…? (Nothing)

Selection 7 V…You’re coming, aren’t you? I have a bad feeling about this. (Nothing)

Selection 8 I’ll be waiting. (Ray)

Story Mode – No way… I didn’t see this coming at alllll….

- Who is it? - Ray…! I missed you so much! - Ray, you don’t sounds like you. - …This is not fair. Let go of me.

V Calling

- You’re nearby? Are you planning to sneak in?

- I figured.

#mystic messenger #ray route

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frostburnx · 3 years

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AngelFell part 13

Frisk woke up the next morning and looked over at Chara who was in a strange awkward looking position that you would think would be uncomfortable to her, but clearly isn’t. He kind of chuckled at the oddity of her sleeping habits. After a second she abruptly startled awake falling off of the slab onto the ground with a thud. Fisk’s eyes widened and he looked over the edge at her. She was just laying there with a wide smile on her face and bright eyes to complement it.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Mhm!” She sat up grabbing Frisks cheeks in her hand but not too roughly so that she wouldn’t accidentally cut him with her claws, “Good morning!”

“Good morning! How did you sleep?”

“I slept great!” she exclaimed full of enthusiasm and excitement, “You?”

“I slept amazing! Thank you for asking.”

Chara let go giggling before she stood up and promptly stretched. She turned to Frisk about to say something when one of her fairy-like ears twitched for a second and she instead turned to the entrance to the cave.

Standing there was a knight. They had short brown hair with bright emerald green eyes. They were wearing light weight armor with red accents and a small flame emblem on their chest plate. Their complexion was a soft tan and unlike most of the people Chara had seen when she was on the heaven side, this was a human. Their eyes widened at the sight of the two and they sprung forward with a wide grin.

In a swift motion the knight picked both angels up and man handled them.

“So adorable!” They nearly squealed with excitement, they had a medium toned voice.

As soon as they had picked them up Chara stiffened and looked towards the cave entrance as a familiar looking knight stepped in. It was the fish woman from the other day and she had a wide smirk on her face flashing sharp teeth in Chara and Frisk's direction.

“Quick, take Frisk and let’s go!” She ordered.

The knight sprinted past their superior still holding onto both angels and began racing towards the barrier.

“Sam!!! What are you doing!?!?” She bellowed after the guard who was still running and looking down at the two with admiration.

“Hi! I’m Sam, what are both of your names?” They asked.

“I uh I-I’m Chara,” she said meekly, very confused on what was happening.

“Aw, that’s so adorable!”

Chara looked behind Sam too see the woman running after them with a sort of agitated look on her face. Soon after they reached the buried and the knight known as Sam put Chara on the ground before quickly crossing the barrier and placing Frisk down on the heaven side. As soon as Frisk passed the barrier however, suddenly a quiet whistling noise filled the air. He turned towards what it was and saw a couple of objects flying right at him. He didn’t have any time to react before the objects hit him. They went around his body to the base of his wings and clamped down tightly. A small beep came from them and Frisk was then thrown off his feet as he was being pulled away from the barrier with a strong force. All of it happened so fast he barely registered it and started to look around to see what was pulling him, but he couldn’t see anything. Whatever was pulling him, it wasn’t an object, it had to be magic.

Chara slammed her hands against the burier watching in horror as he was being pulled away from her.

“Frisk!!!!!” She cried out.

The woman crossed the barrier beside Chara and she only noticed after she entered her sight in front of her. The woman then grabbed Same by the plate of armor on their back and was dragging them away from the crossover.

Chara fell to her knees beginning to cry as she continued watching Frisk being pulled farther and farther away out of view.

Frisk continued to be pulled, he looked around kicking his feet uselessly trying to keep up with the force but it was useless. He looked up to see the familiar arch of the doorway into the castle and he soon after came to an abrupt stop. He sprung to his feet and reached over his shoulders and around to his back trying to pull the cuffs off, but they wouldn’t budge. In his blind struggle he hadn’t noticed someone approached him.

“Frisk...I didn’t want this, but the kingdom needs you,” a familiar voice full of sadness explained to him.

He turned to see Asriel standing before him and his eyes widened. Thousands of thoughts rushed into his mind, some were worried about Chara and others were that of betrayal. In the end the thoughts about Chara over ruled the ones he felt about Asriel.

“But she is there all alone!” He cried out, “The only reason I went over there this morning was to tell her I wouldn’t be there and you sent Undyne!”

“You said you would help me, b-but you weren’t there..” he paused before continuing, “I was advised to send Undyne after I volunteered to, they didn’t want me going!”

“So now am I a prisoner that is being kept here??”

“No..” Asriel looked away with an expression that said he doesn’t want to do this and he looked like he was barely keeping it together anymore, “You aren’t meant to be over there, you’re supposed to be here. I’m sorry!”

Frisk shut his eyes turning his head to the ground with a shallow feeling enveloping him.

Asriel just quickly walked away keeping himself together with just a thread.

It was silent in the throne room, the only sound was the soft crackling of the fire. Frisk clenched his fists for a second before releasing them. He would see her again, he knew it. He had to stay determined. One day he will get the cuffs off and go straight to her and stay with her for as long as he possibly can. It wasn’t fair that she had to be alone. It wasn’t fair that both of them were being held prisoner to their own sides. But for now he had to deal with it, for now anyway.

Frisk's thoughts were interrupted by the throne doors opening and someone running up to him. He turned his head with hope that it was Chara but instead it was a small squirrel like girl. She had yellow stripes going down her and bright yellow eyes.

“Oh wow! I really am going to be working with the angel!!” She exclaimed and did a small dance spinning around.

She stopped with a wide smile, “I am supposed to tell you what your objectives are. It will be chaotic now but I’m sure it will be a-okay!”

“Yeah..sure,” Frisk blankly said, still upset.

“I’m Elexis!” She held out her hand to him with a bright smile.

He slowly shook her hand before sighing sadly.

“Alright! Let’s go!”

Roughly 11,000 years later, Frisk was 10 and a half.

Frisk was just finishing repairing a roof and jumped down. He looked up at the sky and it was a gorgeous deep blue, with only a few clouds here and there. The nice spring breeze blew down the street putting a small smile on Frisk’s face. He then looked down and started walking down the stone street looking for any more work he needed to complete before the day was over. In front of an inn there was a woman talking to two guards. The guards were smiling wide and displaying outwards body language. He walked a little closer to see if he could overhear the conversation.

“Yeah, she came back with a black feather on her armor too!” One said.

“I can’t believe she managed to kill that fallen angel,” the other guard said with a surprised tone.

The woman put a hand over her mouth, “Reall?” She had a hopeful tone.

“Yeah, I want to be strong like Undyne,” the guard looked away like they were just imagining it now.

Frisk felt his heart drop in his chest and his eyes widened, “No way, Chara didn’t die.” he thought in denial.

He then looked in the direction of the barrier and started flying to it, after a few minutes he landed in front of it. There in front of him he could see Doug a little ways into the hell side huddled over a bloodied black feather. He was circling around it and Frisk could barely make out the sound of whining. From the feather on the ground there was a black bloody trail coming from farther away.

“N-No, she couldn’t have died! Maybe she was able to get to lava, or-or maybe she- She just can’t have died!!!” Shock overwhelmed Frisk and he went to cross the barrier. But the cuffs on his back glowed a little before he was quickly dragged away towards the castle like it always did everytime he tried to cross. When he arrived at the castle he got to his feet drawing in a breath trying to rationalize what that was and what he heard. Undyne walked into the throne room and went up to him wrapping an arm around his head giving him a noogie.

“Heya punk!”

Frisk wasn’t amused this time, instead he turned to her with a worried look.

“Were you on the hell side recently?” He began hiding his shock from her as to not seem suspicious.

“I was, I had a mission,” She smiled wide at him, “You still up for anime with Alphys and I later?”

“No, I’ll pass this time,” Frisk said, suppressing a quiver to his tone.

He then ran out of the castle and flew to the barrier once again trying to cross but being brought back to the throne room in a repetitive cycle of attempting to cross and being pulled back to the throne room. He couldn’t handle the thought of her being dead. It couldn’t be.

Soon after the rumor of the death of the fallen angel spread through the kingdoms of the heaven side which brought relief to everyone that feared the potential destruction of the heaven side. Frisk kept trying to cross for multiple days and for a few years was in constant denial and sadness, but he still felt that she was alive, she had to be. She couldn’t have died, they must be wrong.

(This was a little bit longer than a normal chapter because I had a lot to put in, and it was compensation for not writing the other day since I had gotten busy, this story is far from over. I hope you enjoy what’s to come. I will eventually start posting some of my art, I can’t promise quality as some of them are a little bit old and my art skills have improved a lot since some of these were made. So yeh.)

#undertale #undetale au #angelfell #chara #frisk #frisk and chara #asriel dreemurr #undyne #roleplay

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i-write-shakespeare-not-disney · 4 years

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Director’s Commentary- Fragile Hearts, Pidge asks for the truth and first kisses

Ahhhh I miss this story so much and I love getting to talk about it!!!

When she swallowed again, her tongue was dry. “Hunk?”

He hummed and looked at her. “You alright?” Oh Hunk you oblivious gorgeous man you.

She nodded and thumbed through her book. “Um. It’s just- I read something in here and I wanted to ask you about it,” she managed to spit out.

He chuckled and tilted his head. “We lived through all that. What could you possibly have to ask about?”

“Well, it’s not something I would’ve been aware of,” she said. She opened the book and stared at the words, afraid to look up and lose her nerve. “It says you- or I guess, your character- um….” reading this right now make me want to reread the whole thing ahhhh

“What?” Hunk prodded, confused.

Pidge took a deep breath and laughed nervously.

Just spit it out. Spit it out. Spit. It. Ou- I like doing this thing where the narration may be in third person limited, but it can still have the character’s voice bleed through. In this case the spit it out is very much pidge thinking then cutting herself off because I wanted it to feel abrupt to the reader too.

“It says you had feelings for me at that time.”

She grimaced at her hands, feeling like she was drowning in the silence that ensued. To me, the panic of asking and the grimace stems a lot from the feeling of disbelief that he would like her. She tried to remember to breathe and managed to look up and see Hunk, frozen and shocked where he sat.

“Um…. I’m not sure if it’s just something Lance threw in for romantic purposes, or if it’s real, but…. I guess I kind of wanted to know from you. She was giving him an out to deny it, mostly because she also didn’t want to sound hopeful. If you… uh, liked me like that and when… yeah,” she finished lamely. She chewed on her lower lip and waited.

“Fucking Lance,” he muttered under his breath. HE VIOLATED THE BRO CODE. Hunk had no idea his crush would get into the books, and he’s really not surprised that Lance would have spent time on it because it’s LANCE and he’s just exasperated. “Can I… see?” She handed the book over and sat back, sitting on her hands. Hunk narrowed his eyes and then closed the book, chuckling into his hand. “Um… yeah. Yeah, that… that’s real. It wasn’t just added in.” Cat’s outta the bag and also he doesn’t lie to Pidge.

Pidge felt her face heat up, as she squeaked out a high pitched, “Oh.”

She waited, expecting something more. Something like, but that was back then, or yeah I liked you then but we were kids. Just something more. But the topic was left there, hanging in the air, feeling unfinished. Because it is unfinished!! It’s still there!!!! It’s still going!! But this also just shows how Pidge is always kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Finally she asked, “Why?” He frowned and looked back at her questioningly. They were both perched on the edge of their beds anxious and drawn to each other and the space between them seemed to swallow what they said and didn’t say despite the silence in the room. She swallowed and let out a shaky breath. “I mean, why did you like me? I was… I was- I don’t know.” I never wanted to demean Pidge or have her demean herself. Pidge knew her strengths, she was smart, she was quick, she was stubborn, she was a good fighter. But as any teen might, she has her insecurities. Her mind wasn’t on dating back then, it wasn’t a priority. But looking back, she does wonder what the hell because those insecurities about her body and dating very much exist now that the danger is gone.

“Smart? Determined? Strong?” Hunk finished for her. She looked at him, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. He looked frustrated, and he kept running a hand through his hair. “Pidge, you’ve got to stop putting yourself down. I don’t know why you do it, but it’s….” He sighed and stood up to kneel in front of her. Body language to show he’s at her beck and call (in a good way), and willing to be open and honest with her. Neither of them are closing themselves off. Her eyes were wide, focused on him, and she knew her cheeks were a bright red. “You’re a hero, Pidge. If people knew the things we did, you’d be every little girl’s role model. Smart, quick-witted, and resilient.”

She tried to steady her breathing, but he was too close and making her nervous. She could feel the anxiety running over her like a heat wave, making her feel like a fly under a magnifying glass in the sun. “You never said anything,” she whispered.

“The last thing I needed was to push away my best friend.”

She crossed her arms and scowled. “I’m not that terrible of a person, Hunk!” she snapped. “You’re my best friend too, I wouldn’t have just… cut you off or something. You could have told me, why would you just assume that I’d want you to go away?” Hunk also very much had his own insecurities. And I think that when it comes to best friends, there’s always that fear of what if it messes everything up?

He sat back on his heels and sighed. “I was a kid, Pidge! I was…. My crushes before had never gone over well. I didn’t want to risk that happening with you. You had more important things to focus on, we all did.”

She frowned and looked away, towards the floor. “So I find out five years later in a book,” she grumbled.

“Yeah, I’m gonna kill Lance for that.” A tiny bit of more natural banter to sort of ease the new territory they’re in.

She kept glaring at the floor and took a very deep breath before her next question. “So when did you stop? Liking me, I mean. Because of Shay? Or when we came back home?”

No answer. She looked back at him to find his eyes on her. He looked like he was in pain. “Please don’t make me answer that,” he said, the words barely even a whisper. I HAD PLANNED THIS. FOR A WHILE. I was so so so excited for this very line of a pained “don’t ask me to answer that” because just. Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies. Hunk has felt this for so long but he RESPECTS Pidge enough not to let it intercede with their friendship, not to expect anything out of her, and he RESPECTS her enough to never want to lie to her. Even when it can hurt him.

She looked at him, confused and worried. “Why?” as smart as Pidge is, emotions are not her thing even now. It’s also part of why she banked on schoolwork to distract her instead of dealing with herself.

His lips twitched into a soft, sad smile, his eyes darting away from her. “Because I don’t want to lie to you. But I also don’t want to lose you because I just got you back.”

Her heartbeat sped up and she could feel her hands shaking, longing to reach for him. “I just told you that you wouldn’t have before. Why would you lose me now?” Hunk furrowed his eyebrows, his shoulders tense, looking everywhere but at her. She reached out, turning his head to her. His eyes locked on hers immediately, but they were wide and afraid. “Hunk? Talk to me.” gentle intimacy.... T.T I love them so much and I just wanna give them every soft moment ever.

He opened his mouth but promptly clamped it shut and shook his head.

Pidge could feel her heart pounding in her entire body. She knew the desperation was plain on her face in the way her eyebrows scrunched together, the way she kept biting her lip, the way her eyes searched frantically for something telling in Hunk’s face.

“Please?” she breathed. All she had to say was please for him to break and idk that’s. I love that.

His eyes opened and he looked her in the eyes. His shoulders slumped and he leaned into her hand. “Because now these feelings are a lot stronger than they were when I was seventeen.” Pidge gasped and jerked back slightly, staring at him in disbelief. She’d gathered he still liked her but she didn’t expect him to say the feelings were STRONGER, Hunk are you trying to kill her?? “I didn’t stop. I thought I could live without you when we came back to Earth, but…. Everything came crashing back the second I saw you looking at me in the bakery. I. Loved. Writing. This. Confession. I believe hidge-resource did art for it, I can’t recall. Freckled face, tousled hair, and… big, amber eyes,” he said with a smile, pulling back himself as if to give her space. “I’m so sorry, Pidge.” anyone else as upset as me that Hunk feels he has to APOLOGIZE for his feelings? Because. God. He just bared himself and he still expects her to be upset. Because he kept it secret, for putting her in an uncomfortable position and THIS is why I love unknown requited pining.

She remained silent, shell-shocked. He still liked her. His feelings had grown. And he was… sorry for it?

He looked up, defeat coating his features. Like he was certain he’d made a big mistake.

Her entire body felt like it was shaking as she reached up to cup his face with her hands. His beard was rough beneath her palm but she didn’t mind. She’d been holding back from him for so long. She never had to. He still liked her. He still liked her. He still liked her. I drew this, but I’d love to redraw it. Also the repetition is her trying to get it in her head.

Pidge leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, eyes shut. She felt like she’d opened a dam, and there was nothing she could do to stop the flood of emotion and memories that flowed from her. Endless smiles and jokes, fighting side by side, sleeping next to him, dancing in a dark living room, hungover mornings, laughter and comfort and…. Hunk. someone mentioned in a comment that they really liked how this kiss was described. It’s not the physical aspect of the kiss, but the emotional and personal aspects. The things that culminated to this one moment.

She pulled away and gasped as his hand caressed her face. “What was- why are you crying?” he stammered.

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again, smiling against his lips. “You should have told me. Instead of having me pine after you like one of those cheesy movies we watched today.”

“Pine?” he repeated, dumbly.

She looked him in the eyes and laughed softly. “Do you think you could stop thinking for a sec and just kiss me back?” Pidge kissed him TWICE. And he couldn’t react because he was so dumbfounded. They’re both so smart but SO FUCKING STUPID.

He let out a breathy, nervous laugh, but he pulled her in and kissed her. It was a little clumsy and uncertain, neither of them really used to the other this way. But between laughter and relieved, adoring gazes, they managed to figure each other out, their kisses slipping into something familiar and comfortable. I always loved the idea of being comfortable enough with someone that the clumsy awkward parts are easy to get through before reaching something soft and comfortable and familiar to the two people involved. Like... they’re best friends and know everything else, and this is something new, but also something that, like everything else, they’re gonna get familiar with.

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