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neptuneofthesky · 3 years

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The Demon Babysitter | HDBNY pt.1

Karl Jacobs x reader

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collab with @alec-lost-bee, (you can go follow him if you want to know some headcanons and behind-the-scenes stuff!!)

The taglist for this fic is open!

also, we are not promoting summoning demons and stuff, this is just a FANFICTION

"Boredom will kill me."

"Not if I kill you first."

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Bored.

So bored.

So freaking bored.

Ugh.

That's what Karl was feeling.

Bored.

Even scrolling through his phone was not entertaining him.

He let out a sigh as he got up from his chair and plopped down back on his bed.

He sighed.

Nothing to do.

Sleep?

Nah.

He sighed as he got up from bed and plopped down on his chair and just started to aimlessly surf on his computer.

CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE NIGHT SKY...[Read More]

PERFECT WINGED LINER!! HOW TO...[Read More]

JACKBOX PARTY PACK...[Read More]

HOW TO SUMMON THE GODS OF HELL

….What?

Karl squinted his eyes and clicked on the last link as it opened to a… funny-looking website.

He scoffed, really? Summon a demon?

He hummed as he thought for a second.

Well, he had nothing better to do anyway.

Imagined being so bored that you try to summon a freaking demon.

Welp, Karl knew it wasn’t gonna work anyways…

He skimmed through the site as he decided to skip the big paragraphs,

Treat them with honesty and respect. NEVER command, demand, or try to exploit them in any way

1. Know the demon you are trying to summon, [demon list: demons WE have interacted with]

2. It is important to have a specific purpose, know exactly why you are summoning a particular demon.

Well, he was bored.

Isn’t that valid enough?

3. When we ask for assistance from a Demon, it is only proper to offer something in return. Be prepared to give something in return.

He hummed as he thought for a minute, what can he offer?

His eyes landed on some monster cans on his desk as he shrugged.

Monster is a cool offering in his opinion.

He skipped a few parts as he just started skimming through the things he needed.

A quiet place.

Incense stick.

Black candles.

A paper containing the demon’s sigil.

He clicked on the demon list and started scrolling.

Knowledge.

I have plenty of knowledge.

Astral projection.

What the hell is astral projection?

Love.

Ha. Love.

Advice.

He hummed.

Advice?

Like a demon councilor?

Sounds pretty cool.

He clicked on the first name he saw,

Asmodeus

He hummed as a sigil opened up in a new tab and he proceeded to print it.

Okay, candles and incense sticks.

He must have them.

Probably.

After looking for five minutes, he found three candles and two incense sticks.

He turned off his lights as lit them all up in front of his mirror as he exhaled.

What does he have to do now?

Okay, imagine the sigil in your mind, and chant the demon's name in your head without any interruptions.

He closed his eyes as he did what was told.

Asmodeus.

...

Asmodeus?

He opened his eyes as a gust of wind blew out the candles.

He furrowed his brows.

I thought the windows were closed.

The smoke from the incense sticks started to make weird patterns in the air as Karl's eyes widened.

There is no way in hell this is happening.

He gulped in panic as he mumbled to himself, "Why the fuck am I doing this? Summoning a fucking demon? Why-"

"Now, that's a bit harsh, don't you think?"

Two bright red dots lit up in the dark corner of the room, as Karl's eyes widened.

It actually freaking worked.

He whipped his head around so fast that he almost got whiplash, as those two red dots glowed even brighter.

"Holy shit-"

You hissed, "Please don't use that word, Mr. Karl Jacobs."

He slightly gasped, "How do you know my name?"

You chuckled and stepped out of the dark and clicked your fingers as his lights turned back on, "You know mine, it'd be rude if I don't know yours."

Karl just gulped again as he drank in your appearance.

He didnt really expect a demon to look like... this.

There were no horns, no wings, no tail.

You were wearing a suit?

Pretty.

You slightly smirked as you noticed he was practically checking you out, "Karl Jacobs?"

He snapped out of his trance as his lips parted, "You're... you're a..."

You raised a brow, "A demon? Yes. Now, what is it that you want me to do?"

He took a deep breath, "You're... you're Asmodeus?"

You smiled and nodded, "Yes, that is my demon name."

He slowly nodded, "And I summoned you?"

You closed your eyes as your jaw tightened, "........Yes. YOU summoned ME. That's why I am asking, what do you need me to do?"

He blinked as he nervously chuckled, "That, you see... um, you give advice, right?"

You tilted your head and folded your hands, "Yep, advice, answer to any of your questions, astral projection, relationships, I can even guard an important possession of yours."

He blinked as he slowly nodded in understanding, "Oh..."

You clicked your tongue and "Karl Jacobs, did you summon me without any purpose?"

His eyes slightly widened, "I... I do have a purpose...?"

You rolled your eyes, "So no purpose got it."

"I was bored," He blurted out of fear.

Great Karl.

You raised a brow, "You were bored... That is your justification? You were bored, and that's why you decided to summon me, out of boredom?"

"Um, it's not like that-"

An unimpressed look came over your face, "And I'm guessing you have nothing to offer either?"

He eyed the monster cans, "You... like monsters?"

You slightly smirked as your eyes turned slightly red, "Of course I do. I am one."

He gulped as you traced the monster can with your pointer finger, "Well, it's only fair if I take your soul as compensation for wasting my time..."

His eyes widened like saucers, "What? No, please no-"

You smiled in satisfaction as you could feel his fear, "Tell me, Karl Jacobs, what is it that you desire?"

You took a step forward as he leaned away from you, "Um, the will to live?"

You blinked and paused, "What?"

He paused as well and tilted his head, "Was I supposed to give a different answer?"

You squinted your eyes as they turned back to brown, "You were actually... Can you show me your wrist?"

Before he can even move his arm, you grabbed it as you turn it with slight force.

Karl's eyes slightly widened as he saw what was written on his wrist.

Asmodeus

You hummed, "I like the cursive."

Karl stared at his wrist in wonder as he looked up to you, "Is my name written on you too?"

You nodded, "Yeah."

His eyes twinkled, "Show me."

You playfully rolled your eyes, "I can't. It's on my ass."

He blinked, "What?"

You chuckled and shook your head, "I'm kidding."

You pulled up your sleeve as you showed him his name, which was written in the same cursive font.

"So, are you gonna take my soul? As compensation?"

You laughed as you went in front of the mirror and started fixing your hair, "I just wanted to scare you. I like fear. But since I'm here now..."

You hummed and picked up the paper with your sigil as you stared at it, "I can't really leave now."

You clicked your fingers as a book appeared in your hand and tucked the paper inside it, "Keep this somewhere safe, maybe among your... mangas? Good vibes, you know?"

You turned to him and patted his head, "Don't burn it or I'll kill you."

His eyes widened, "What?"

You just hummed, "Your hair is so fluffy. How old are you again?"

He just awkwardly chuckled, "Thanks... I'm turning 24 in a few months I guess."

You nodded and hummed again, "I gotta go now. I have some work to do."

He blinked as you sniffed the incense stick, "W-work?"

You nodded, "Yeah, work. This smells so good, I'm keeping this."

You tucked both the burnt-out incense sticks in your pocket, "Better than perfume. Can I use your phone?"

He fumbled with his phone as he unlocked it, "Y-yeah, sure."

You smiled and dialed a number, which was obviously unknown to Karl, "Wilbur? Can you- what do you mean who? It's me, Y/n."

Y/n?

You peeked out of the window and paused, "I need you to pick me up. I have some work to do, need your help as well. Alright. Dream? Sure."

You muttered the address and ended the call, handing the phone back to Karl, "I'll see you later. Someone else will come and visit you."

He furrowed his brows, "Wait- what? Who is gonna visit me? And is your name Y/n-"

But you were already gone.

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Both Dream and Wilbur stared at Karl's house in disgust.

Wilbur turned to you, "So, you are like his councilor?

You rolled your eyes, "More like a babysitter. He doesn't have a purpose but my name is already imprinted on him."

Dream rolled his eyes, "Why are you even staying if he doesn't have a purpose? Just take his soul and go back."

You sighed, "My... desire thing didnt work on him."

They both paused as Wilbur furrowed his brows, "...What?"

You nodded and cracked your knuckles, "That's why I'm gonna stay."

Dream clicked his tongue, "What do you need us to do?"

You took a deep breath as darkness slowly surrounded your form, "I need you to find out why Karl has an angel charm on his house."

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Karl was staring at his shelf.

More specifically, on that book.

The book that had that sigil.

He sighed as he wondered to himself.

What will happen if he burns the sigil?

Will you be gone?

He hummed.

You did tell him NOT to burn the book, and that you will kill him if he tried to.

But,

What if he did burn it?

He hummed.

Maybe he should burn it.

That is what got into him in this mess.

Well, technically, it was his boredom but,

never mind.

I have to pee first.

He got up as he went to do his business. But when he got back,

He jumped in surprise as he saw three total strangers in his room, one was sitting on the window sill, one was leaning on his computer table, munching on a muffin, and one was sitting on his bed.

All of them were staring at him.

Karl shivered as a deep voice rumbled,

"What were you thinking of doing, Karl Jacobs?"

His eyes widened as the one on the window sill got up and took a step forward.

Karl gulped, "You have... you have a very deep voice, mister..."

The guy offered him a handshake, "Corpse."

The one with a muffin happily waved at him, "I'm Bad!"

Karl furrowed his brows, "You're bad?"

Bad giggled, "My full name is Badboyhalo, but you can call me Bad."

Karl slowly nodded as his eyes moved on the guy who was sitting on his bed.

The guy gave him a mini salute as Corpse spoke for him, "That's Callahan."

Karl nodded again and cleared his throat, "Oh... um, I'm Karl, but you already know that so... Who are you guys again?"

Bad grinned, "We are Y/n's friends! Wait, don't tell me she didn't tell you that we were going to come and visit?"

Karl paused as he recalled that you did tell him, "No, she did say that someone will come and visit me... Are you guys... demons too?"

Callahan nodded in response.

"So back to the main topic, why were you thinking of burning the sigil?"

His eyes slightly widened as he looked at Corpse, "You guys are psychic? Well, I should've already-"

Bad pointed at Callahan, "He's psychic, so be careful of what you are thinking around him."

I think you guys are idiots.

Callahan gave Karl a 'really' look as Karl let out an embarrassed chuckle, "Sorry. And I wasn't really going to do it, I was just wondering what would happen if I did burn it...?"

Corpse's eyes darkened, "Don't burn it. If you break your bond abruptly, it won't end well for both of you."

Karl tilted his head in slight confusion, "Our bond?"

Callahan gestured to his wrist as Bad hummed, "You summoned her, so you both are kind of connected now. She'd be here, even before you think about her."

He blinked, "Really? She'll appear anytime I want her to?"

Corpse nodded, "Yeah, kind of. Unless she is super busy."

Asmodeus.

Karl closed his eyes tightly as he braced himself from the sudden gust of wind that blew in the room.

But the demons didn't even flinch.

"I was eating."

He flinched as he turned around to find you standing there with a fork and knife in your hand, "Oh... okay then, um, go back to eating?"

And she was gone even before Karl blinked.

Bad hummed as he looked at Corpse, "The charm is already gone right?"

Callahan gave Bad an 'I'm done' look, as Bad gasped, "Oh, right, if it wasn't gone we wouldn't be here."

Karl furrowed his brows, "What charm?"

Bad smiled at him, "It's a demon thing. So, Karl, do you like muffins?"

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Glossary

Sigil: a symbol

Angel charm (here): a protection spell on Karl's house, that prevented demons to enter his house

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rosesisupposes · 3 years

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with a door between them

this is one part projection/comfort, two parts fix-it

Set right after SVS Pt 2: Putting Others First

read on ao3

characters: Roman, Janus (Remus is mentioned but not present)

pairings: no romantic; platonic roceit

content tags: dialogue-heavy fic; self-doubt; crisis of self-worth; arguing; Roman-centric hurt/comfort; apologies; fix-it fic

reader tags: @royally-anxious @jemthebookworm @arandompasserby @sparkly-rainbow-salt @astral-eclipse @thelowlysatsuma @adorably-angsty @max-is-tired @almostoveranalyzed @potestessemagishomosexualitatis @mariniacipher @vintage-squid

word count: 1,619

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Janus fidgets with his gloves, staring at the gilded door in front of him. He takes a breath, and knocks.

“Yes?”

“May I come in?”

“Are you sure you didn’t mean to go to Remus’ door instead, I know you get us confused!”

“Roman, I just want to talk.”

“Thanks but no thanks, I’ve had enough lectures for one day!”

“I’m not here to lecture you-”

“I don’t care. Go away.”

“Roman, please, just listen-”

Instead of a reply, Janus hears the orchestral sounds that mean Roman’s opened up a portal to the Imagination.

With a sigh, Janus pushing open the bedroom door to see the portal starting to close. He snaps, and it freezes just long enough for him to follow the Prince into his realm.

A grand castle, shimmering in polished marble and gilded roofs, stands before him. A flicker of a familiar red sash pulls his attention to the highest tower. He makes his way through the corridors and staircases until he finds the heavy oak door to the tower room.

“Roman, listen, please, just for a moment-”

“Oh my god, do you have to just slither in everywhere? Is it not enough to just fucking bask in your newfound acceptance and everyone agreeing with you? You’ve just gotta rub it in how wrong I always am?!”

“No, I just really need-”

“The only thing you need to get lost. There’s a whole magical forest just south of here, why don’t you try it. Better yet, get out of the kingdom.”

“I’m not leaving. I need to talk to you.”

“Too bad, this castle is enchanted so that no one can lie, guess you’ll have nothing to say.”

“That’s rather harsh.”

“Yeah, well,” Roman says with a bitter laugh. “That’s all I’m good for now. Just fuck off and let me wallow, will you?”

“I have something you need to hear.”

“Too bad.”

Janus sighs, and sinks against the wall, sitting on the tower landing. He glances at the heavy door, and settles in to wait.

Long moments pass in silence, before Janus hears a huff on the other side of the door. “You’re still there, aren’t you.”

“I am.”

“Ugh.”

Janus hears footsteps, retreating and returning. Roman must be pacing on the other side of the door. Janus just waits.

“Shouldn’t you and Patton be busy planning your wedding by now?” Roman grumbles.

“And break my confirmed bachelorhood?”

“Ugh!”

More footsteps, stomping across the stone floor and back.

“Does Virgil know what happened yet?”

“I assume so.”

“He hasn’t said anything to you yet?”

“I haven’t exactly gone out of my way to let him hiss at me more.”

“Of course you haven’t.”

Stomp-stomp-stomp.

“Why are you just sitting there!!! Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me?”

“I told you, it’s important that I talk to you.”

“And I told you, I don’t want to hear it!”

“I know.”

“So why won’t you just leave?”

“Because it’s important.”

“UGH!”

The steps shuffle and stop. Something thuds against the door, followed by the sound of cloth sliding against wood. Janus shifts until he’s leaning against the door from the outside.

“I don’t see what could possibly be so important that only you could tell me,” Roman grumbles.

“Who would you have preferred in my stead?”

“Anyone but my brother. Actually, scratch that, I’d rather have Remus.”

Janus smirks, knowing Roman can’t see him. “What’s the saying? Blood is thicker than water?”

Roman snorts. “You’re not water. Unless you’ve secretly been Jesus this whole time and you keep miracle-ing it into wine.”

“Alas, no, my secret is out, how ever will I recover.”

Roman huffs out laughter, then groans. “No, stop that. No making me laugh when I’m mad at you. Fuck off. Go away.”

“Sorry, no can do. Not until you let me tell you what I came to say.”

“Lalalalala, I can’t hear you! Hm, wonder if the snake is talking? I don’t know, I can’t hear anything. Lalalala blah blah blah blah bubba gump shrimp!”

Janus waits as Roman continues to ramble, fiddling with his cape chain until the stream of words lessens to a trickle.

“I don’t think either of you is the “evil” twin, you know,” Janus says as Roman finally lapses into silence.

“What?”

“You and Remus. I don’t think either of you are evil. Evil implies some inherent level of ill will.”

“Okay but- wait, what? Is this what you came to say? Is this the big thing that couldn’t wait?”

“No, but- earlier. I’m quite fond of Remus. He’s chaotic, but not malicious . I don’t think comparing someone to him is necessarily an insult.”

Roman grunts.

“I know you don’t like the comparison, because being separate from him is important to you. But I- that’s what I wanted to say. To ask. Why do you think it’s such a sensitive issue for you?”

“You do remember how we ended up as two sides in the first place, correct?” For a moment, Roman’s voice is a dry as Janus at his most sarcastic.

“Yes, but- you’re still Creativity. Being similar to him won’t change that.”

“The mindscape named us for a reason, snakeface. I’m the Prince, not the Duke.”

“Prince William is technically a Duke-”

“Yeah, like technicalities matter in the subconscious!”

“Then what’s the big difference that overcomes the technicalities?”

“Has Thomas ever, ever, read a story where the Duke is the hero?”

Janus leans his head all the way back against the door. There’s an edge in Roman’s voice, a warning note that says don’t keep pushing. But Janus can’t let that stop him, not when they’re both so close.

“Why does being his hero matter so much?”

“It’s what I’m supposed to be!”

“So?”

“So without it, I don’t have a purpose!”

“Roman-“

Roman’s voice is speeding up, no longer talking to Janus, just himself. “No purpose means I’m useless, and useless means I’m not needed, and not needed means-“

Janus waits.

Roman’s voice breaks “If he doesn’t need me, Thomas won’t keep putting up with me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh please, like you of all people don’t know.” Roman snaps, voice strained with the effort to not cry. “I might have only one brain cell but at least it still knows what I’m like. I’m extra. I’m over the top. How many times have I pulled us all into dumbassery because I didn’t pause or hesitate and just charged in? I have no impulse control, even when I really should. Like when someone trusts us with personal information that took a lot to share and I just- laugh.”

Janus grimaces. “Your reaction being inappropriate didn’t justify mine. I knew how hurtful my words would be. Like you, I didn’t control the impulse. But my slip was worse. And I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“But you’re not escaping talking about this. Thomas won’t ‘keep putting up with’ you? Roman, he loves you. You’re important to him, without being ‘of use.’”

Roman grunts.

“You don’t believe me.”

Confirming grunt.

“You still think you have to be needed.”

A pause. “Mhm.”

“Roman, what’s my function. What do I do for Thomas?

“I- well, I know it’s more than just deceit.”

“That’s right. Lies are a means to an end. And the end is self-preservation.”

“You protect him.” Roman says quietly. “From running himself ragged just to meet others’ expectations. From the rest of us completely take over his energy, whether that’s creating endlessly, or learning everything, or sacrificing himself to be perfectly selfless.”

“That’s part of it, yeah. You want to know a secret?”

“What”

“I mess up too, Prince. Not just in lashing out at you. Sometimes the lies that are meant to be self-preserving backfire.”

“I- what?”

“Sometimes, I let us tell ourselves lies that protect our egos, or that let us avoid having to grapple with more painful questions and realities. I help us spin a narrative so strong that it doesn’t even feel like a lie anymore, just a fundamental truth. But eventually, even the strongest narratives get enough holes poked into them that they crumble.”

Janus shifts, leaning sideways against the door, and continues. “And the worst part is that even as they crumble, you can’t always tell that the foundations were fabrications in the first place. You just accept them as truth, and the crumbling as failure. You believe your doubts and worries are clear-eyed truth-tellers.”

“You?”

“All of you. Thomas, Patton, Virgil, everyone. But you, Roman, most recently.”

“Oh great, I’m lying to myself now too?”

“Yes, you are.”

“And how, pray tell, am I deluding myself today?”

Janus pauses, makes sure Roman’s listening, and says, “By saying Thomas has to ‘need’ you to love you. By telling yourself you need to 'earn' your place among us. By thinking we don’t treasure you regardless of your contributions.”

“What do you- I-”

“Roman, listen very closely, okay? You are worth it. You’re worth the ‘trouble.’ You’re worthy of our love, and our time, and our care. We want you around, and we’ll keep wanting you around. Full stop.”

Silence, only quiet breathing, and Janus finally cracks open the door. Roman’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, tears flowing through the fingers hiding his face as his shoulders wrack with silent sobs.

Janus scoots over until their shoulders touch. Without speaking, he runs a gloved hand gently through Roman’s hair, over and over, until Roman manages to speak.

“You really mean it?”

Janus turns just enough for Roman to see him as he removes the glove from his right hand. He lifts his bare hand, and waits until Roman meets his eyes to say quietly, “I promise.”

#svs redux #POF #sanders sides fanfiction #ts roman #ts janus #my smol drama son #my smol slimy boi #roses writes fanfic

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dork-empress · 4 years

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The Time Travelers (Immortal) Husband Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

When you lived for centuries, a decade wasn’t all that long. Kravitz had gone a decade without seeing natural sunlight, without a vacation, without….without seeing Taako.

But this decade felt more...real. Kravitz was beginning to wonder if he’d beaten destiny and time and fate, and gotten rid of Taako for good. They didn’t offer therapists in the astral plane (something they should probably change?) so Kravitz didn’t spend much time trying to analyze how that made him feel, but he knew somewhere it hurt.

The last place he expected to see him was on a space station trying to hunt down Lucas Miller.

He was different. It wasn’t just that he was much younger (centuries younger) his whole...everything about him was different. His skin was smooth and flawless with sharp, angular features, and luminous golden hair. It had none of the freckles or tiny blemishes that Kravitz often found himself looking over, the teeth weren’t slightly crooked on the face he had kissed, and none of the love handles he had held when they danced.

Not to mention, he clearly didn’t know who Kravitz was.

“Hey thug, I’m gonna tentacle your dick!” The elf shouted at him.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what was happening. He told himself he targeted the dwarf because of his higher death count, but he knew at some point he’d have to bring in Taako as well. Could he somehow cause a paradox, this way? Stopping Taako before he ever became an Emissary, and thus never met Kravitz in the first place.

Ugh, time travel was confusing. Time to do what he always did: Bury all his feelings in a deep dark hole and focus single-mindedly on the job in front of him.

Hey, don’t judge, it was working so far.

As he probably could have expected, it didn’t work exactly as planned. There was something odd about this Taako and his band of death criminals. They didn’t act like they knew anything about their own deaths.

Taako himself was...young. Arrogant. Same attitude as ever, but had none of the world weary knowledge that the Taako he remembered had. In the end, he let him and the others go, even that robot they had with him. Taako always said he had a kind heart, and he hoped he meant it as a compliment, and not a synonym for ‘soft.’

For the first time in 10 years, Kravitz went down to the Neverwinter theater. It had been renovated since last he went, and seemed to be prospering. Kravitz had a passing thought of being disappointed that they’d possibly sold out, but that wasn’t what he was here for.

He wondered if Taako would be here. If he didn’t, he’d feel really stupid. Alas, when he went up to the Rafters, there he was, in pastel pink robes with a matching hat, looking down at the orchestra pit.

“So, you met me, huh?” Taako asked, not looking back.

Kravitz froze, “How’d you know I was here?”

Taako looked back, smile on his face. “I didn’t, I just kept saying that every few minutes til it worked.”

Kravitz tried to fight it, he really did, but a smile crept onto his face anyway. “Do I get to understand now?”

Taako hummed, low. “Soon,” he said, “A lot’s happening soon. The timeline’s been busy, a lot of people still wanting the relics in the future.” He looked back down to the orchestra pit. “I still try and make it here, any night I can.”

Kravitz finally went and sat down beside him. He imagined Taako, sitting here alone, waiting for Kravitz. A dark part of him was glad, that he knew what Kravitz had felt, wishing for him. “I’m still angry,” he said, “I don’t...I don’t like to feel controlled.”

“I never wanted to control you,” Taako said, looking over at him.

“I know,” Kravitz said, “But...with you here, it feels like some sort of destiny. Fate. I don’t like thinking that I don’t have a choice in what I do.”

“You do have a choice,” Taako said, ignoring the applause from the audience below, “You always will. Just because I know what some of those choices are now--”

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it?” Kravitz said, “I feel...unequal. When I first met you, I was so...swept away by how confident and in control you were. You knew me better than I knew myself, and I...I knew so little about you. Now, I’m...frustrated. And to be very honest, intimidated.”

Taako took a deep breath. “Well, that really is a shift from normal,” he said, and he held out his hand for Kravitz to take. “I can’t tell you what’s going to happen, in part ‘cause it’s literally my job, and part...I kinda like the way things happened, and I don’t want to change it.” Kravitz hesitated, but gave him his hand. “We’re reaching a turning point, both for us and the world. And maybe you’re right, I know...too much.” He glanced up at the ceiling, “But the guy up there doesn’t.”

Kravitz squinted, “God?”

“No!” Taako said, squeezing his hand, and making Kravitz laugh, “Fantasy Jesus Christ...ME you dumbass! The other me!”

Kravitz chuckled, “Yeah, I know, but I couldn’t help it.”

Taako sighed, rolling his eyes, and getting up. “The point is, give him a chance.”

“You’re not going to stay?” Kravitz asked as the music started.

Taako shook his head, “I’m not the one you need right now. Plus I have heard this symphony like 5000 times, it is grating.”

He leaned down at pecked Kravitz on the cheek. Kravitz closed his eyes, holding onto the touch. “Normally I’d say Catch you later, but...I guess you’ll catch ME later, huh?” He winked, and then he was gone.

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

#taz #taz balance #taakitz #the adventure zone #taako #kravitz #my fic #my writing #TTTIH

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hitandrunduorp-a · 4 years

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SONGS TO WRITE MY MUSE !!

WHETHER IT BE MELODIES THAT GIVE YOU INSPIRATION FOR YOUR MUSE OR SONGS THAT GET YOU INTO THE WRITING MOOD — PICK 10 SONGS YOU FIND TO GIVE YOU THE URGE, THE DRIVE, OR THE CREATIVITY TO WRITE FOR YOUR MUSE !

1. "Can't Help Falling in Love" Cover [DARK VERSION] (feat. brooke) // Produced by Tommee Profitt

KK honestly this song EASILY puts me in the mood for shit, especially anything angsty (more so with Mattie than Matt, but it still works with him as well~!) It’s dark, and you can hear the pain that this song can bring.... UGH I LOVE IT

2. M2U & NICODE - Marigold (Full Mix)

I found this by accident once and just, I fell in love with it? I’ve never played Deemo, but this and a couple others I listen to just for the sake of it’s pretty, but this song gets me in the mood pretty often to write, even if it’s a lil bit! (more so wanting to write Harvest/Despair things, but that’s beside the point xD)

3. Undertale Neutral Song - Unaligned

KK this song i love. when i first got into undertale, i started binging a lot of the songs, and this one always just, struck a chord with me? Don’t have much else to say, buuuut yeah~!

4. SIAMÉS "The Wolf"

When I found this song, no word of a lie I replayed this song alone almost all day. It’s got SO MANY moods to it, that I just

i love it soooo much!!! (srsly, ask Kota, he can attest to this xD)

5. Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco - Miss Jackson/Twin Skeleton's (Hotel in NYC) (Mashup)

Have I ever mentioned I LOVE mashups? Done right, they just make me shiver in delight~! This one particularly I tend to listen to a lot when writing, and it tends to help me focus!

Or sometimes I end up distracted, imagining scenes to the song xDDD

6. Yousei Teikoku - Astral Dogma - 妖精帝國

A bit ago, I was just trying to look for new music and I stumbled across Yousei Teikoku. I’ve been pretty hooked to this song, and their other song Hades; The Bloody Rage...and their stuff for Yume Nikki!

7. Madoka Magica concept trailer

I’m a big fan of Madoka Magica if you didn’t know. I still thank my two friends for finally getting me to watch it, since it really wasn’t at ALL what I was initially expecting, and thus was the reason I had avoided it.

This song came out for a teaser we got for the 4th movie (if I’m correct) and for a LONG TIME there’s been no news, but apparently this past summer, one of the VAs admitted that the ‘original story isn’t over’. Currently, they’ve been working on making a show for the phone game, Magia Record, so we’ve had total silence about movie 4...

but whoops, this post isn’t about that, it’s about musings! And this one does immensely! If I’m in a real rut, this usually helps me, but not all the time...but that’s usually when I’ve hit a full stop in writing ability qwq

8. Timmy Trumpet & Savage - Freaks

Why this song? Couldn’t tell ya honestly. It popped up in my autoplay and now it’s stuck in my head, and been a good song to listen to while writing. Who knew, right?

9. Higurashi - "When They Cry" (Opening) | ENGLISH ver | AmaLee

Kk I watched Higurashi a long time ago, and honestly besides the fuckton of gore and shit omfg- the music always captured me, and this is the only English cover I’ve found that I like. AmaLee did a few others I REALLY love too, from Sailor Moon’s ‘Moonlight Densetsu’, to Madoka’s ‘Magia’ and ‘Connect’...I’d suggest taking a look, she’s done a LOT of covers!

10. You Are My Sunshine (MINOR KEY) - Ian Johnston Music

Yeah, this is number 10! It’s so dark and haunting and I love it so much! Usually helps when I need to write, especially angst or just, genuinely sad shit.

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WTW March Madness: Day 21

Challenge 2: Discuss the politics of your world

Ah politics. Aka royalty shenanigans.

In main series Astral, the most of politics we see is the whole “Maddox usurped the past king and queen, and people are fighting to get the rightful princess on the throne” dealio. *looks at part 2* *whispers* I’m gonna have to work out politics in more detail........ but gonna make that a problem for when I get around to writing those bits of Part 2 lol

LBW gets to explore fun things such as line of succession problems, assassination, and absolutely awful political shenanigans for somebody who would very much like to basically be a hermit.

Challenge 3: Write your wip from the antagonist’s point of view

(Not the antagonist, bc Maddox’s perspective is hard, but an antagonist)

The firelight cast flickering shadows across the boy’s face, briefly highlighting his eyes. Just the brief flash was enough for Danielle to see that his eyes were two different colors: blue around the edges, she thought, fading into something more like gold near the center.

The combination was startlingly familiar to her. She stopped short, trying to remember.

James grinning at the camera, a boy with blue and gold eyes tucked under his arm.

“Aiden?” The name left Danielle’s mouth before she could stop it.

“What?” The boy blinked in confusion.

Of course it’s not him. Danielle shook her head. “Who are you?”

“Wait, how do you know me?”

This was getting too complicated too fast. Danielle shifted uneasily, not sure if it was just her imagination conjuring the feeling of Maddox’s eyes on her. “Ugh, okay. Yes or no: You’re Aiden Heller?”

The boy nodded hesitantly.

Danielle cursed under her breath. Great. Just great. James was going to kill her if anything happened to Aiden. If he ever knew. If she couldn’t handle keeping a secret and letting the guilt eat her alive.

You’re getting ahead of yourself. One thing at a time.

“Get out of here.”

“What?” If possible, Aiden looked even more confused now. Danielle probably did owe him some explanations. Just not now, when they could run into trouble at any moment. “Wait, how do you know me?”

Yeah, definitely not right now.

“Stop asking stupid questions,” Danielle snapped. She sheathed her sword and approached Aiden, trying to ignore how he winced when she got within arm’s reach. She unfastened one of her earrings, hurriedly muttering all the protective spells she could muster (and one for tracking. Losing him now would be... unfortunate). Then, she grabbed Aiden’s hand and made sure he closed his fingers around the earring.

“This will keep you safe,” she said. “Get out of here now. Head east towards the forest. I’ll meet you there, alone, and hopefully then I can answer all your questions. Okay?”

“Why should I trust you?”

Now that he wasn’t asking stupid questions, Danielle could start to see why James liked this kid so much. Not that she was condoning his taste; He’d always made questionable decisions in her opinion.

“Because I’m going to make sure you make it home to James.”

“James?” The name was barely above a whisper.

“I’ll explain later.” Danielle stepped back and opened a path through the flames for Aiden, heading east like she’d told him to go. “Now get going!”

For a moment, Danielle thought Aiden might argue further, but then he gritted his teeth, the golden parts of his eyes burning bright in the firelight. Then, he whirled around and dashed down the path Danielle had made, quickly disappearing into the haze of smoke.

#writing #worldbuilding #in which i write #snippets #the astral chronicles #the astral chronicles: part 1 #lost beneath the waves

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⭐️Can you please also do a director's commentary for "Foundations" chapter 3? Thank you for your commentary on ch. 2, that was fantastic btw, :D I love that chapter!!

Yes! Thanks for asking! Link to AO3.

I used to write such short chapters, haha. This one is under 2500 words! I talked a bit when I did chapter 2 about why I wrote Foundations. Chapter 3 was actually the first chapter I wrote. It was The Scene (you know, the one you see in your head that’s the whole reason for writing the thing in the first place) for this fic, but when I write, I usually write The Scene first, haha.

Loki shifted in his camp bed, reaching up to pull the orb of light floating next to him closer before he turned the page of his book. Wind rattled the walls of the tent, but the storm outside wasn’t enough to drown out the rising and falling swells of sound from the impromptu feast that had sprung up several tent rows over.

I remember really struggling to get the atmosphere of the setting of this chapter...mainly because I didn’t really care that much, haha. I wanted to write a fraught conversation between Loki and Thor and what to you mean I need to describe where they are? Though I actually think it turned out well in the end.

He paused for a moment, listening, knowing the right thing to do—the expected thing to do—was to be there himself. Eating, drinking, bragging and inflating whatever deeds he’d accomplished in battle that day. And singing, apparently, if the sound he could hear was any indication—and if one was extremely generous with their definition of ‘singing.’

I don’t think I’d come up with my head canon yet that Loki hates to sing at this point.

They were on Alfheim, one of the Nine Realms, which was facing a minor insurrection; nothing that Asgard’s forces couldn’t put down in a week or two.

Sneak peek! Alfheim features prominently in the sequel to The Real Asgardians of the Galaxy.

They’d been there three days and the tide of the war was already turning in their favor. Still, it had been a shock when the Bifrost had brought them there. Years ago, Mother had taken Loki and Thor to visit, and Loki had found the planet breathtaking. Asgard was beautiful, of course, the pinnacle of the Nine Realms, but the lacy architecture of Ljosalfgard and the forests twinkling with lights was captivating. Thor had wanted to capture a unicorn and ride it;

I draw a lot of inspiration from the comics when I write about Alfheim, since we’ve only seen one very brief shot of it in the MCU. Ljosalfgard is the capital (Ljósálfar is Old Norse for Light Elves). Unicorns are native to Alfheim in the comics.

Mother had forbidden it, and added for good measure that if he was gored, he’d have to sit in bed for the duration of the trip and wouldn’t be allowed to have any fun.

The forests were nowhere to be seen now, though. Or the unicorns, for that matter, though during that long ago visit, neither Thor nor Loki had gotten anywhere near one, anyway. The rebel army was moving towards Ljosalfgard, burning everything as it went, and the tall, graceful trees that had fascinated Loki as a child were nothing but smoldering stumps now. Whole towns had been reduced to rubble, with the bodies of those who had been unable to flee lying amid the wreckage.

In the last such ruin they’d passed through, Loki had stopped to stare down into the face of a dead elf. Her legs were pinned under the collapsed wall of a building, crushed beyond repair, but what had killed her was the discharge weapon that had been fired into her stomach. Tarry blood, turning black as it dried, was spread around her. Not a quick death, or a painless one. He’d knelt down and closed her eyes, but he couldn’t do anything about the howl of pain that twisted the rest of her face.

I added this paragraph about the dead elf during editing, feeling that my description of war was too impersonal and sanitized. Since writing this, my body count in my fics has multiplied. Now I kind of look for excuses to describe corpses.

A crack of thunder brought him back to the present with a jolt. He realized he’d been staring at the same sentence on the page, reading it over and over again.

Mood, Loki.

With a yawn, he closed the book and set it aside on the small, ornate table he’d carted to Alfheim from Asgard.

My pocket dimension head canon wasn’t as well developed at this point. I was imagining the table physically being carried. I’ve actually always intended for this table to make an appearance in my fic again, like Loki chucked it in his pocket dimension and sort of forgot about it, but I try to limit the amount of Asgardian stuff he’s got in there for angst value, so I’ve never had it show up again.

The book was a treatise on astral projection, wherein the author theorized that with the proper source of power, the range of the projection could be amplified infinitely.

I still think this is clever, haha. This is a reference to Infinity Stones! Specifically the scene in Avengers where Loki astral projects and talks to the Other. I head canon that Loki really can’t astral project very far (maybe, maybe, a mile or two), but that the Mind Stone allowed him to do so in that scene.

Interesting, but not the lightest reading after a day of battle. He’d brought other books—and been roundly mocked for it

Whether Loki was being mocked or teased is open to interpretation. He can’t see it as anything other than mocking, though.

—but his focus was shot to hel. Whatever he picked up, he’d only end up sitting with it open on his lap while his mind wandered.

At that moment, the tent flap burst open, letting in a spray of wind and rain. “It’s pissing down out there,”

The fact that Loki and Thor both have English accents makes me desperately want to make them speak British English, but I don’t because they don’t in the movies. Sometimes, sometimes, I allow myself to throw something in.

Thor said, apparently to no one in particular, because when his eyes fell on Loki, he added, “Ah. I thought I’d find you hiding here.”

“I’m hardly hiding,” Loki said. “Anyway, I was tired.” He flicked his light orb higher and expanded it with a twist of his hand so that it illuminated more of the space.

This is the first time I wrote about this spell of Loki’s, which I now use alllll the time. It’s one of my go-to spells for him. If you’ve followed me for any length of time you’ve probably seen me talk about this fic I have where Strange goes into Loki’s mind (still unposted)—this spell is actually a major part of one section of that fic.

Thor looked at it, shook his head a little, and switched on the lights on his side of their shared tent. “What?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.

Generator? Asgardian tech? Who knows!

Glancing at him, Thor replied, “Tricks.”

Uh oh.

With a slight smile, Loki said, “Correct me if I’m wrong, brother, but one of my tricks prevented an axe from lodging in that thick skull of yours earlier.”

Thor snorted. “Not so tired that your wit’s dulled, I see.”

“Well, no. Never.”

Obviously, I try to capture the characters’ voices when I write, especially their dialogue, but I do it to the point where if there’s a kind of really distinctive delivery of a line, I’ll take that and turn it into almost like, a verbal tic? You know how you’ll catch yourself saying certain things a certain way, little phrases, that sort of thing? This is an intentional echo of Loki’s line in Avengers, where Thor says, “You think yourself above them,” and Loki responds, “Well yes.” I use this one all the time.

Removing the vambraces from his forearms,

The amount of time that I have spent looking up what different pieces of armor are called, UGH. And I never remember. When I edit, I always have to double check. The only one I know for sure now is demi-gaunts because I use it so often, haha. Those are the things Loki wears on his hands in Ragnarok.

Thor chuckled, then said, “You should have joined us. No party is complete without your troublemaking.”

Loki put a hand over his heart, a grin twitching at his mouth. “I’m touched. I had no idea I was so appreciated.”

“That,” Thor said, “and the fact that Fandral couldn’t stop bragging about how many more rebels he slew than the both of us combined. I could’ve used your help knocking him down a peg or two.”

I wanted to show a few things here. One: Loki is used to Thor being dismissive about his magic, and he doesn’t actually dwell on it too much in conversation. Two: Thor’s attitude about Loki’s magic isn’t actually awful. He could certainly be nicer about it and have more respect for something that Loki is really good at it, but this isn’t something that Thor feels really affects their relationship. He’s mildly contemptuous, and he forgets immediately. And three: Thor enjoys Loki’s mischievous side. The two of them still have a decent relationship, though the cracks are showing.

“Mm. Sorry to disappoint you,” Loki said.

Thor snorted. Removing his cape and slinging it over a chair back, he asked, “What are you reading, anyway?”

With a glance at the book, Loki said, “I don’t think it would interest you.”

“I don’t think so either.” Thor smirked at him. “I’m just trying to show some interest in the things my little brother’s interested in.”

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Loki said, “Ah, I see. Mockery, then patronization. What a day.”

Thor chuckled and came over to pick up the book. “Astral projection,” he said, then looked at Loki. “You already know how to do this.”

Really trying to hammer (haha, pun intended) home the point that Loki is an extremely unreliable narrator. Thor asks Loki what he’s reading, then shows that he knows what Loki can do. And then:

Loki raised an eyebrow. It was always a surprise when Thor demonstrated that he knew what Loki was capable of.

Yeah but, is it, Loki? Is it?

“You already know how to swing a sword, but you still train.”

“Hm.” Thor put the book down. “Once Father gives me Mjølnir, I won’t have to.”

Still pre-Mjølnir.

Right. Mjølnir. It had been heavily implied, when Father had sent them to quell the uprising on Alfheim, that the reward for success would be Mjølnir. For Thor, of course. For Loki, well, he supposed the reward was the satisfaction of a job well done. Once, when they’d been children, the two of them had snuck down to the weapons vault to see if they could lift the hammer. Thor hadn’t hesitated; he’d strutted up to it and yanked on its handle. It had come off its stone pedestal easily, and Thor had crowed and brandished it while Loki had stood there grinning.

Then, Thor had set it down and said, his face flushed with happiness, “You try it!”

Loki had reached for the handle. But he’d stopped, his arm outstretched, and closed his fingers around nothing but air before withdrawing his hand. What if he couldn’t? What if he wasn’t worthy?

To this day, this bit hurts me. I find it so relatable. If you try, you might fail, so maybe it’s better to not even try? At least you won’t feel like a worthless failure that way. And on a broader character note, this is Loki as a child already feeling that he isn’t living up to expectations.

So he shook his head and had said, “Father will be angry if he finds out we came down here.”

This was a thin excuse to put off learning something about himself that he didn’t want to learn, but even at a young age, Loki had been all-too-cognizant of his own failings. Thor had looked crestfallen, which almost made him feel guilty enough to try lifting Mjølnir, despite his misgivings.

HE’S NOT THOR. This is something that I definitely address in my fic series, this idea that he’s not Thor, so he’ll never be good enough. And yes...it is something that he gets over. He stops worrying about the fact that he can’t lift Mjølnir. He begins to see the value in his way of doing things, and not in a defensive way, but in a way he’s actually proud of. He realizes he doesn’t need to be Thor because he’s Loki.

But this is waaaaaay before that, haha.

Almost.

Rain beat on the tent, which luckily was imbued with enough Asgardian technology to keep all of it outside. Winter on Alfheim, at least in this hemisphere. If the blood didn’t turn the battlefields to mud, the rain would. Loki glanced up, his brow furrowed, as thunder rumbled and a gust of wind made the canvas billow like a sail. “The weather could be better.”

“If it doesn’t stop, it will just make the battle more glorious,” Thor said.

Smirking, Loki said, “I think I find dry clothing more glorious than battle.”

Thor shook his head at Loki, looking like someone had just told a wonderful joke, but only he was in on it. “You enjoy it, admit it. You can pretend you’re above it all you like, but I see it in your eyes.” He paused, clearly wanting his punchline, or thesis, or whatever this was, to really land. “That’s the rage of battle, brother.”

This was the first bit of dialogue I thought of for this fic. I remember it coming to me while I was sitting in bed one night.

Loki somehow hadn’t expected that. Taken aback and hoping it wasn’t showing, he said, “You’re mistaken.”

[...] Thor chuckled and laid down, his hands laced under his head, but Loki remained sitting, staring at the opposite wall of the tent and fidgeting with his hands. The rage of battle. Ridiculous. If there was one thing that Loki was good at, it was not letting his emotions get away from him.

OOF. If you thought to yourself while reading this, That doesn’t sound like the Loki I know, then you are correct! Frigga has that line in TDW where she says, “So perceptive about everyone but yourself,” and that line is one of my guiding stars for writing Loki. He’s very, very good at reading other people...but terrible at knowing his own mind. And then his read of what other people think of him gets filtered through his skewed perception of himself.

Anyway, I very much believe that Loki is horrible about keeping his emotions in check. He absolutely, when agitated, thinks entirely with his heart and not at all with his head. Here’s the thing...

He was as collected in battle as he was any other time.

He wants to be a Good Asgardian. So in his mind, it’s controlling your emotions in battle that’s important. Other times? Not so much. As long as he does it in battle, nothing else matters. And Loki is very good about keeping his head in battle. He’s an amazing warrior, just as good as any other Asgardian.

To lose your head was to invite costly mistakes. Absently, he ran his thumbnail over his other fingernails. He feared losing himself, anyway. Sometimes he thought it would be all too easy, when he wasn’t always sure who he was to begin with.

This is one of the core elements of Loki’s character to me. He doesn’t know who he is. He fears a loss of control. I absolutely keep these things in my head at all times when writing him. These things affect everything in his life and hold him back from things he wants. Love? That’s a loss of control.

“You’re quiet, brother,” Thor said.

Loki glanced over at him. “Just thinking.”

“You think too much.”

“Possibly.”

Another intentional movie dialogue echo. “Are you mad?” “Possibly.”

Propping himself up on his elbow and facing Loki, Thor said, “This is war, Loki. You get up, you slay the enemy, you drink, you feast, and then you go to bed so you can do it all over again the next day. There’s nothing to think about.”

Life was definitely simpler for Thor back in the day.

With a slight smile and a mirthless exhalation of laughter, Loki said, “I’m not like you, Thor.”

“Really? That’s so shocking, whatever could you be talking about?”

Loki gave his brother a sidelong look. Once in a while, Thor displayed a snideness that came directly from Mother. While Loki was truly their mother’s son, some of it was bound to rub off on Thor, too.

I’ve never liked the idea that Thor is stupid, and I do like those moments where he’s sarcastic and clever. “I thought you liked tricks,” from TDW comes to mind, and obviously a lot in Ragnarok. Loki has a tendency to think in binaries. Father=Thor, Mother=Loki (in the sense that they take after their parents, not like, Loki is maternal). He has trouble seeing that Thor also takes after their mother...and he has even more trouble seeing how much like Odin he himself is.

“I don’t mind battle,” he said. “I’m perfectly happy fighting to protect Asgard and the Nine Realms.

It’s really important to me to show that Loki isn’t squeamish about killing people, but also that he sees it as a duty.

But you know I’d rather be sitting by the water, reading a book.”

“The water” is what I’ve come to call the body of water that surrounds Asgard’s land mass. It’s not an ocean, it’s not a lake. Here, I’m literally just saying ‘sitting by the water’ the way you’d say that if you were like, sitting on a dock or on the beach or whatever, but since then it’s become my official name for it. I like the idea that Asgardians really do see themselves as superior, and this body of water sitting around their planet is The Water, like there’s no other water.

“Or causing mischief,” Thor said without missing a beat, which made Loki shrug in acknowledgment of this point. Thor stared at Loki for a minute, and then he said, “Perhaps you should…” But then he trailed off and shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Perhaps I should what?” Loki asked, a sharp edge to his tone that he knew would put Thor on the defensive.

A flicker of irritation crossed Thor’s face. “Perhaps you should take greater pains to be more like a warrior. We’re Asgardians, Loki. We don’t hide in bushes and cast spells. We face the enemy head on.”

Aaaand there it is. Thor definitely feels this way, but he’s also more of a dick than he has to be, because Loki purposefully needled him—and Thor’s quickness to anger is one of his flaws.

Loki’s eyes narrowed. “A dead rebel is a dead rebel. It doesn’t matter if I stood in front of him and ran him through with a sword or if I distracted him with an illusion while I threw a dagger through his windpipe.” Tilting his chin up, he said, “And I hardly ‘hide in the bushes.’ Don’t be insulting.”

“The men talk,” Thor said, still sounding prickly.

Loki is the one we think of as being the one who feels like he doesn’t fit in and as though he has to maintain an image of someone he isn’t...but I’m really partial to the idea that Thor feels the exact same way. The two of them have actually had this in common their entire lives, but they never talk about it or see this basic fact about each other. They’re both trying to live up to something, and it isn’t who either of them are.

Ah. So that was the issue. There Thor had been, just trying to get drunk with the Warriors Three and the Lady Sif while they compared body counts, and it had been interrupted by the troops questioning Loki’s prowess on the battlefield. Or perhaps even his commitment to the battle itself. What an inconvenience. How embarrassing. “Do they,” Loki said, his tone flat. “And do you defend me, brother? Or do you let them talk?”

Thor rolled his eyes. “Don’t start this.”

Does Thor not really answer the question because obviously he defends Loki, or because he doesn’t, and it embarrasses him? I left this purposefully ambiguous here. Loki certainly knows what he thinks.

Loki held up his hands, his eyes widening a little in an expression of sarcastic innocence. “I thought you started it. Didn’t you just tell me to stop hiding in the bushes?”

With a frustrated sigh, Thor said, “You take everything the wrong way.”

“Perhaps you should choose your words more carefully,” Loki shot back.

Their whole relationship, summed up in two lines.

For a long moment, Thor glared. Loki tried to return it with a look of cool haughtiness. Finally, Thor said, “Of course I defend you. But when even Hogun and Sif—”

At this, Loki’s mask dropped, he knew it did, and he knew that for a split second, the hurt showed on his face. Thor’s glare slipped as well and guilt flashed across his features.

They’re so good at hurting each other. It’s exactly what they’re trying to do, and then they instantly regret it. But it doesn’t stop them from doing it again.

Well, Loki had just told him to choose his words more carefully. It would do his brother good to listen. Otherwise you ended up saying things that other people didn’t need to hear.

Loki snorted derisively, a hard twist of a smile on his face. “I see.” The fact that Sif was bad-mouthing him stung more than he cared to admit. His feelings towards her toed the line between platonic and something more on and off for years, though he knew he’d never stand a chance with her.

Loki definitely had a thing for Sif for a long time. He’s being wishy-washy here.

Thor was her type. Blond, muscle-y, typical Asgardian male.

Loki’s type, when it comes to men, certainly involves muscles, just not the like, bulging bodybuilder muscles.

Which made her just like everyone else. Loki held out his hand and snapped his fingers shut, and the orb of light hovering over him snuffed out.

“Loki—”

“Good-night, Thor,” he said, his voice tight. Anger and resentment coiled in the pit of his stomach like a viper, slithering up his spine to the base of his skull so that it sat there, an intrusive otherness scratching at his mind.

Some purposeful snake imagery; and the use of ‘viper,’ which has connotations of treachery, was also deliberate.

As he laid down, he knew it would keep him awake, and that Thor probably wouldn’t be fooled by his stillness. He could cast an illusion, so that it looked like he was sleeping, and then leave his slumbering form here and roam the dark encampment, if he wanted to.

But he didn’t want to. He wanted to not feel like an outsider amongst his family and friends. He wanted ‘Asgardian’ to encompass his particular gifts too.

Loki is definitely arrogant about his abilities, which is an interesting thing to balance, since he’s also so deeply insecure. A lot of his bitterness comes from the fact that he knows he’s good at things, but they aren’t the right things. And even when they are the right things—like being great in battle—he doesn’t do it the ‘right’ way.

“Loki,” Thor said again.

He ignored his brother and closed his eyes. Tomorrow, Thor would have forgotten about this. Thor never had any trouble forgetting the things he said and did that wounded Loki.

This is true. Thor thinks before he speaks, but he also puts more stock in actions than words. Loki is the opposite.

That was a gift, he supposed, his face twisting in the dark. A very particular gift to be able to let go of words that hurt, one which he both hated and longed to have. Of course, Thor didn’t need to remember hurtful words, because the only person who ever flung any of them at him were Loki himself, and very little that Loki said was worth remembering in the eyes of his family and friends.

This is not true. Loki is being an unreliable narrator.

Fine. Thor would forget. Loki would try to, as well.

Thank you so much for asking!! 😄

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Fuck(!) Divine Intervention (2/3)

[AO3] [Part One]

The astrals may denounce him an unruly, ungrateful bastard – and they're well entitled to their wrong and completely hypocritical opinions – but let it never be said that Ardyn Izunia (previously Lucis Caelum) is a sad, boring dullard of a villain.

If there's any bigger insult to the way they've ruthlessly stripped him of his birth right and cast him aside as one would soiled diapers, it'll be to pigeonhole him in the role of the pathetic, maniacal incarnation of pure evil, bent on total destruction for no reason other than just that. How trite. How mundane. How dreadfully lazy.

No, Ardyn's had centuries, twenty of them actually, to help that stuffy prick Bahamut set the stage for a brilliant grand finale. It will be glorious, a beautiful, tragic swan-song that'll go down the ages. But then of course, it only takes the gods ten minutes to derail the carefully crafted climax he's been meticulously planning for ten years.

"I see you're still struggling with human colloquialisms, my dear," Ardyn says, when Shiva appears in his office on the top floor of Zegnautus Keep, unannounced – no appreciation for locked doors, that goddess, "There's no shame in that, I consider modern language rather tricky myself. But I'm sure you meant to say, 'it's a pregnant moment', as opposed to 'he's pregnant'."

Shiva narrows her eyes at him, slighted by the correction no doubt.

Ardyn continues. "You see, the former would mean that you are emotionally invested in the outcome of your little King's pathetic struggling. And the latter would mean-"

"He is with child," Shiva says.

"Well, yes," Ardyn waits for Shiva to tell him he's right, waits for her to avail him with divine knowledge of whatever has brought her to his little shoebox of an office and when none of that is forthcoming, he resists the urge to stamp his foot. "He is a boy. How is he with child?"

"The oracle-"

"Put a baby in him?" It must be Jester's Day; the astrals must be playing an awfully tasteless joke on him, there must be some other reason for Shiva's visit other than the ludicrous notion that the Chosen King is pregnant, "I've always been under the impression that females carried the offspring."

"I'm afraid my brethren misconstrued Lunafreya's intentions when she prayed for life."

"They thought she wanted her husband-to-be pregnant," Ardyn says, voice uncharacteristically flat.

"By his lovers, yes, you can see how the vague wording allows room for misinterpretation."

No, no he doesn't see how the vague wording allows room for misinterpretation, not when Noctis is, for all intents and purposes, a boy – as in male, as in lacking the right organ for childbearing purposes hereafter referred to as a womb.

Shiva continues talking, perfectly reasonably as if the gods haven't just made the most colossal, imbecilic gaffe known to Eos in the past five centuries – only rivalled by the time one of Ardyn's own grandnephews thought it possible to drink the sea dry (he wonders how they've managed to keep their rule for so long). "I understand your agenda involves delivering the Chosen King to the crystal. Should you wish to see your plans to fruition, it would be wise to keep in mind that he is… less sturdy than you might have imagined."

"Can't you… magic the foetus away?"

"Not at the moment," Shiva says, "Not without great risk to the Chosen King."

And with that she vanishes. Without so much as a by your leave. How unspeakably rude. But then the gods were never one for niceties.

Right scoundrels they were, going around impregnating people and leaving others to deal with the repercussions, like… like deadbeat fathers! Oh, that was a thought. Ardyn almost feels sorry for his great-grandnephew. He may even be developing some unwilling sense of solidarity, since they're both being made to host foreign, life-draining entities in their bastardised bodies.

Between the two of them, they've a wailing bundle of petrifying, nightmarish terrors and… a fairly decent cacophony of daemons.

Ardyn is very nearly certain that Noctis has drawn the shorter stick on that count.

He spends the next couple of days corralling his scourge-infected and magitek underlings in the facility, because it won't do to have the Chosen King… expire from shock or whatever it was expectant fathers do.

It's a terrible pain, to have to rework his intricately planned masterpiece almost in entirety, but needs must. The Snagas will almost definitely have to go – they're notoriously dreadful at listening to instructions. There's a possible correlation with their scourge-shrunk stature and diminutive brain size, although there hasn't been enough research in the area to prove the theory factually sound.

He's right in the midst of sending those ankle-biters out when he's rudely reminded that Aldercapt and Ravus are inconsiderate buffoons who have the absolute worst timing ever. An altercation in the throne room, Shiva's disproportionate tits, on a weekend? They're not even paid for overtime!

Aldercapt sends Ravus flying a few stories down, just before Ardyn arrives on scene. The old man always had a flair for cheap theatrics, nothing as polished as the beautiful punchlines Ardyn delivers. But one can hardly expect perfection from a mere mortal, especially so deluded a one. Ravus is struggling to stand as Ardyn approaches him. And Ardyn briefly considers sticking to his original plan of ending the Oracle's line, but… the Chosen is now pregnant, and unfortunately, Ravus may still be of some use.

"At last you've arrived Noctis," Ravus says as Ardyn draws near. Hm, not very lucid, he's probably lost one too many brain cell in that fall. Maybe Ardyn ought to kill him after all. Let that annoying brat of a great-grandnephew find his almost-brother-in-law's corpse.

Ardyn calls a blade to his hand, before remembering that mood swings may be debilitating for pregnant mothers according to the internet, and they shouldn't be subjected to unnecessary emotional upheaval. Ugh. Bahamut's puny balls.

He dissolves the blade and offers Ravus a jaunty wave instead. "High Commander, I'm afraid I don't have the time to deal with your adorable little rebellion, if you could have it rescheduled to next week that would be just lovely."

"You-" Ravus starts, hackles rising, but it only takes a casual flick of his wrist, and the Oracle's boy slumps like a puppet with its strings snapped.

That ought to do it. Ardyn casually steps over Ravus' prone form, humming that incredibly catchy victory tune that's been stuck in his head for weeks- a veritable hit in the daemon's Billboard charts, that one, perhaps they've come to associate it with absolution. He none-too-gently prods Ravus with the toe of his boot and Ravus slides sideways, head thumping against the metal railing at an odd angle. The lad's going to get a crick in his neck sleeping like that. A terrible, terrible crick.

A pain in the neck for his pain in the neck. Oh, how delightfully, poetically evil. Slightly cheered, Ardyn heads back to his Snagas.

And then the Chosen King is on his doorstep, separated from his Shield, his Hand and his armiger, and looking rather miffed. Ardyn hasn't seen fit to dismantle the Wallbreaker Wave, not when one of his great-grandnieces somehow induced an early labour by warping too much. He is not about to take that risk with Noctis. This leads to Noctis flailing about and swearing like a sailor, when Ardyn recalls too late that in his haste to clean out the keep, he's swept all the extra daemons just outside their door, so the welcoming party for Noctis and his band of merry men is… a bit… much.

No matter, Noctis manages to tuck roll his way through the mess. Ardyn is reluctantly impressed, how is the brat not hurling yet? He's practically turning cartwheels and he's pregnant!

Thankfully, Noctis ends up in the somewhat safer confines of Gralea's imperial facility none the worse for wear, although clearly out of breath. Ardyn waits as his great-grandnephew pants and curses and pants some more, it goes on for about a minute- does pregnancy affect one's stamina? He'll have to search that up on the internet later. Assuming the servers are still operational. Although, he supposes it's just the extra weight around the middle that might throw someone off. But Noctis… Ardyn squints at the surveillance feed, hm… doesn't seem to be showing yet.

Oh, now he's dry heaving. And he's taken to abusing a trash can.

Ardyn's been expecting some moping, some tears maybe, but he hasn't expected a tantrum. "Step away from the innocent trash can, Your Majesty. I assure you it has nothing to do with your current affliction."

"It's just the flu," Noctis snipes, not very convincingly.

"Flu? Your Majesty, I'm sure you mean the morning sickness – very common symptom in the first trimester of your pregnancy. Do they not teach you these things in Lucis? What happened to all that extra government budget your father pumped into the education sector?"

"I'm not pregnant!"

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You-" Why is he arguing with the brat like an astral-forsaken five-year-old? Ardyn sighs, "Oh, you don't have to keep the bun in your oven under wraps, Shiva's told me in no certain terms that I'm to be mindful of your delicate condition."

"Bun in my- what?"

"The baby," Ardyn says slowly, "In your womb. Magical, astral-blessed womb."

Noctis is beginning to look rather pale again and Ardyn's about to politely suggest the brat visit the bloody toilet before he pukes all over Ardyn's shiny, clean floor when an awful, brilliant thought strikes him. "They haven't told you."

"They- You're lying!" the brat accuses – which is rather rude, really – but Ardyn sees the flicker of uncertainty on his face and he knows Noctis is slowly joining the dots to reach an altogether impossible conclusion. Oh, this is amazingly dastardly. It truly is. The astrals are simply masters at being callously cruel brutes. Ardyn's thought he's gotten the hang of their wicked ways, but no, no, the Six are just so effortlessly vile it's utterly spectacular.

"Why don't you put on that ring of yours, O Chosen King, and ask daddy dearest yourself?"

The brat makes a face like he's considering tossing the ring just to spite Ardyn, but his better sense eventually wins out, and he petulantly removes it from his pocket – oh such indolent disregard for millennia-old family heirlooms – and shoves it on his middle finger, pointedly at the camera.

He zones out for exactly eight minutes and thirty seven seconds.

After which, he's kicking the poor trash can with renewed vigour.

"You're not taking news of your pregnancy very well," Ardyn observes.

"I-" the brat starts, before doubling over and gagging with a hand over his mouth.

"Room to your right, first door on your left," Ardyn tells him and the brat actually listens for once.

He makes it to the toilet bowl just in time, regurgitating water and stomach acid. The brat ought to be grateful that Ardyn has had all the toilets cleaned spotless just prior to his grand entrance. But of course his pampered, cloistered great-grandnephew takes things like properly sterilised sanitation facilities for granted. And oh, fine, if Ardyn's giving him the benefit of the doubt, he may be a little too preoccupied with puking his guts out to marvel at the perfectly polished porcelain surface of that toilet bowl he's intimately making an acquaintance of.

"You know, this wouldn't have happened if you'd just kept your legs closed," Ardyn says as his pregnant great-grandnephew clings desperately onto the toilet bowl.

"Are you," the boy gags and coughs for several seconds before he continues, "slut-shaming me?"

Slut-shaming… he's unfamiliar with the terminology, but it's clearly a complex predicate of slut and shame, which makes it fairly self-explanatory. Noctis is a slut, and he's shaming Noctis – that seems accurate enough. He quite likes the word, actually. "Yes, I am."

"I'm going to kill you," the brat yells into the toilet bowl, "You tricked my dad, you hurt Luna, you stole our crystal, and now you're criticizing my sex life!"

"Oh astrals, do refrain from hysterics. It's bad for the baby."

Ardyn's supposed to be having the time of his life, watching the astral's pathetic Chosen scramble through Zegnautus' winding pathways like a rat in a maze, but instead, he's babysitting an increasingly testy, pregnant great-grandnephew, who's making excruciatingly slow progress because he's rushing to toilet every five minutes.

"I thought they'd invented this nifty thing called condoms. Apparently, you put it on your penis – or well, you have your lovers put it on theirs, since you're evidently not on the penetrative side of things – during intercourse and it prevents unplanned pregnancies. Also the transference of sexually transmitted diseases, a serious concern considering your obviously promiscuous lifestyle."

"Who's pregnant?"

"Why, you are," Ardyn sighs, "Is memory loss a symptom of your pregnancy or have the gods sent an idiot to fight for their cause?"

"I beg your pardon?"

Ardyn double-takes at the screen, belatedly realising that he has it switched to the wrong feed, so it's Noctis' paramours who are staring up at him through the cameras, from all the way on the other side of the keep, looking both mortified and aghast.

"Oh. Wrong number."

It's thoroughly satisfying to watch the confusion and horror dawn on their faces as they began to 'demand you tell us what that means, at once!' He's chortling to himself as he turns his attention back to Noctis.

"I may have accidentally let the coeurl out of the bag, so to speak – about your being pregnant, to your paramours."

"Paramours," the brat repeats, making a face.

"Ah, I forget you younglings speak in a completely different vernacular, I believe the term you use is 'main squeeze'."

The brat shudders and looks ready to vomit again. Oh, dear.

"The nearest toilet is down the corridor to your left," Ardyn supplies helpfully.

The brat glares at what he thinks is a camera, but is really just the automatic air freshener, and enunciates very pointedly, "Fuck you."

What an odd way of thanking someone. Honestly, the younglings' slang is growing more inconceivable by the day.

If anyone were to ask Ardyn what he considers the three most romantic words in all of Eos, his answer will likely be– no, not the entirely overused, plebeian 'I love you', he'll have to go with the much more unconventional, 'blast the astrals'. It perfectly encapsulates the passions of his vengeful, scourge-riddled heart. But at this precise moment, he'll make an exception and say, 'blast Gargantuas'. Which is only two words, but conveys his passions just as thoroughly.

He swears he's gotten rid of that Gargantua. Seriously, he has, right with that last group of axemen he shepherded out just the other day. But here it is, clumsily slashing at his pregnant great-grandnephew, who's now falling a hundred feet or so, oh good gods. Who in the name of Ifrit's burning asshole let that bloody thing in again? He'll find them and kill them, but they're probably already dead what with the chaos going on outside.

Nevertheless, this is an excellent time for Ravus to make an appearance. He knows he's kept the Oracle's boy alive for good reason. With a flex of his magic, he propels Ravus awake and up, while changing Noctis' trajectory through a stitch in time, just so that he'll land right… there. Right in Ravus' open arms, beautiful, he really couldn't have timed this better – only the force knocks Ravus off his feet, so they both end up skidding across the metal walkway for a few metres, before coming to a halt in an ungainly sprawl. Well.

At least Noctis appears to be properly cushioned by Ravus' fancy robes.

"Ravus?" Noctis groans, "You're hurt!"

Yes, clueless great-grandnephew mine, that's what happens when people fall from an indeterminate height, after which they're assailed by random kings falling from platforms of other indeterminate heights.

"My thanks," Ravus says stiffly as Noctis cracks an elixir over him.

Noctis shrugs – good gods, has no one taught this boy basic royal etiquette. "No problem. And, uh, thanks for catching me. And for keeping dad's sword safe."

"Now that we've all shaken hands and put the past behind us, perhaps we'd like to make haste back towards the elevator, preferably before Noctis requires another detour to the toilets," Ardyn suggests.

His great-grandnephew clambers up to his feet clumsily, oh dear astrals, he's not miscarrying, is he? Or throwing up? No? Ravus steadies the Chosen King with a firm hand on his elbow, just as Noctis waves an angry fist at… he's not sure what Noctis is waving his fist at, but it's about thirty degrees left to where the cameras are actually placed. "You said you'd cleared that floor of daemons, you liar!"

"I did," Ardyn sniffs, affronted, "I've no idea where that one came from. Stubborn thing. I just shooed it out two days ago!"

"I knew you can't be trusted."

Ravus looks at their Chosen King, and then at the cameras, before turning back to the fuming king at his side, and questioning, "Noctis?"

Ardyn rolls his eyes. "Oh, don't worry, he's the real Noctis, albeit an overly emotional Noctis due to the hormonal fluctuations that come with pregnancy."

"Will you stop announcing to everyone that I'm pregnant?" Noctis snaps, just as Ravus says, "I'm to be an uncle?"

Noctis gives him a look.

"Well, if you're pregnant, it stands to reason that the baby must be Lunafreya's as well."

"Tenebrae didn't invest much into sex education," Ardyn stage whispers over the speakers.

Noctis groans and makes a helpless sort of gesture at Ravus. "I'm a guy. Guys don't get pregnant."

"I know," it's Ravus' turn to sniff with affront, "But the gods will what they will, and my sister had been soliciting their blessings."

"Wow," Noctis says.

"Oh my," Ardyn says, "You're being remarkably level-headed about this, High Commander."

"I am of the blood of the Oracle."

Ardyn purses his lips, before adding gleefully, "Then you must know it is not the Oracle's child His Majesty bears."

"You have been unfaithful to my sister?" Ravus accuses.

Noctis glares at the not-camera, before making a face at his almost-brother-in-law. "Technically, yes, but wait, hear me out. I told Luna, before… before everything happened. And she encouraged me to-"

"Cheat on her?"

"I was going to say 'follow my heart', but if you want to put it that way… Well, yeah."

Ravus stares hard at him for several seconds, before sighing. "As much as I'd like to rake you over the coals, that does sound like my overly generous little sister. And you have always been rather naïve and impressionable-"

"Hey!"

"So it thus falls to me, your only living male family member, by marriage in spirit if not in name, to champion and reclaim your virtue from the knave who has so ignominiously trampled upon your trust and good faith outside the sanctity of holy matrimony."

"Knaves," Ardyn corrects, at his great-grandnephew's frustrated cry.

"Astrals," Ravus says, "I… am terribly sorry, Noctis."

"Why."

"For so many of your people to harbour designs on the purity of their monarch, and worse, to act upon those baser desires of the flesh, it is the gravest felony imaginable. Tell me who the riff-raff are and I shall deliver justice expeditiously."

"Uh, okay," Noctis stalls, "Yeah, um, you don't need to do that," Ravus raises a brow and Noctis quickly continues, "Because! Because… they, uh, the fall! Yeah, when Insomnia went down-"

"They ferried His Majesty away like the good paramours- ah, I mean, crownsguard, they are, in a fancy automobile dearly deceased Regis relinquished, to embark on an incredibly licentious road trip en route to His Majesty's wedding in Altissia."

Ravus snarls. "You have been canoodling with Scientia and Amicitia!"

"And the blond one," Ardyn says.

"Prompto," Noctis corrects, before slapping a hand over his mouth.

"A commoner is mayhap not taught to be reverent of his king's chastity, considering the state of Lucis' public education, but a nobleman has no excuse for such insolence!"

"I like them insolent," Noctis petulantly mutters.

"And for the matter, where are they?" Ravus huffs, "How are they to protect you, as is the duty of Shield and Hand, when they are not present and accountable?"

Ardyn takes that as his cue to hurry the duo along. They've spent far too much time arguing about the Chosen King's virginity – or lack thereof. But it's been so terribly amusing he'll have to forgive the delay in his timetable. With a few quick adjustments to several buttons and switches on the main console, he has a new path made available to the last scions of Lucis Caelum and Nox Fleuret. "Up the elevator, gentlemen."

Noctis and his paramours are reunited in a gloriously demonstrative, maudlin, sentimental episode that'll thaw the weariest of hearts – save for ones ravaged by daemons over two thousand years and counting, or ones set on protecting the questionably-existent virtue of the Chosen King. There are hugs all round, and several misty-eyed confessions, maybe a tear or two, slightly wet laughter and quiet, discreet kisses which fail to escape Ravus' unrelenting eagle eye.

The Oracle's boy holds out for all of nine minutes and fifty three seconds, just enough time for them to infiltrate the throne room, shut down the Wallbreaker Wave with extreme prejudice – honestly, great-grandnephew, what has that machine ever done to you – and trace their steps back to the hangar where Ardyn's originally planned a grand confrontation.

Seeing that Ravus is still alive and untainted by daemonic scourge, the confrontation has unfortunately been shelved indefinitely. Ardyn's mourning the death of his ingenious masterplan, when Ravus bursts out, "You… You three have impugned the King's virtue, and I am unable to hold my silence any longer."

Oh, this is… this is an acceptable substitute for the woeful, heart-rending battle that's supposed to take place. Ardyn leans forward in his seat and pulls up the feed across multiple screens. Now, if only he had some popcorn, but the downside to having devastated an entire city is the sad lack of easily available sweet treats.

There's a length of stunned silence, before Noctis' paramours rally around him.

"I assure you any act of intimacy between Noct, Gladiolus, Prompto and myself has only been completely consensual," Ignis Scientia says, slightly defensively.

"Yeah, he wanted his virtue impugned," adds Gladiolus Amicitia, to Ravus' mounting fury and his lovers' obvious exasperation.

"Not that there was any impugning at all, Gladio means," Prompto Argentum squeaks, "No impugning whatsoever."

But the damage is done, and Ravus points an armoured finger at them. "We will duel at dawn."

"I'm not sure if that'll be forthcoming anytime soon," Ignis mutters, and Ardyn finds himself unwillingly amused, ten points to Scientia. "What I mean to say is, Noctis' conduct is outside your purview, Prince Ravus, although your opinions have been duly noted."

"Outside my purview? He was to marry my sister, as his brother-in-law, I find it a mild concern that he is carrying another man's child!"

At that entirely explicit confirmation of Noctis' condition, the three fathers-to-be, defilers-of-monarchs, plunderers-of-royal-virginity gape at Ravus, then at their king's torso with varying looks of bewilderment and resignation.

"So Noct's really pregnant?" Gladiolus balks.

"I'm too young to be a dad!" Prompto wails.

"For once in my life, I'd like my suspicions proven wrong," Ignis says.

Noctis crosses his arms in front of his mildly swelling pecs – his great-grandnephew is going to start lactating soon at this rate – and pins them with an impressively stony glare. "If you don't want the kid, I can take care of him myself."

"Aw, of course, we want the kid, buddy!" Prompto quickly reassures.

"Yeah, we'll help raise the sprog, what sort of fathers do you take us for?"

"I would love any child of yours, Noctis, no matter who his or her other parent may be."

Oh, astrals, Scientia. No. Ardyn quickly grabs for the mic, poised to say something witty, or scathing, he's not sure, just anything to distract the brat before… oh, Ramuh's inappropriately sexy beard, now he's done it. The brat's blubbering like how the little menace pressing on his bladder is going to blubber, whenever they deliver him to terrorize all of Eos. Noctis reaches out to grab whoever's standing closest to him – which turns out to be his Shield – and hiccups. "I love you guys so much."

"We love you too," Prompto replies.

Then they're all holding him and petting him, with nary a care to the exceedingly chagrined Prince of Tenebrae not five metres away, or the impressively intellectual, illustrious Imperial Chancellor who's been guiding them the entire time they've been in this bloody keep, watching them over the cameras – which is terribly insulting, Ardyn thinks.

Titan's shapely butt-cheeks, now there's tongue – he doesn't need to see this – way too much tongue for a two-thousand-year-old great-granduncle, or well, any person remotely acquainted with any of them. Good gods, have some dignity, boys, you're the astrals' Chosen. "Gentlemen," Ardyn coughs into his mic, "You have an audience."

They're still kissing. Why. Why are they doing this? Gladiolus rucks Noctis' shirt up above his swollen nipples, and Prompto slides a hand in between their bodies to palm Noctis' arse. Ignis is placing reverent kisses along his king's jawline and down the line of his neck. Ardyn turns up the volume of his mic. "Boys, that's enough. We know that's how you made the baby."

Astrals, are they unbuckling his belt? And is Noctis smugly grinning at the cameras? He… He is. Oh, that infernal brat. Ardyn's absolutely had enough of this. He slams the heel of his palm down on the giant 'DO NOT TOUCH' button in the middle of the console, and all too suddenly, daemons flood into the hangar.

"Oops. Perhaps His Majesty should run along to the crystal while the rest of you clean up over here."

There is an expected amount of grumbling from Noctis and his paramours, although Ravus looks entirely grateful for the interruption. Clothes righted, his great-grandnephew speeds away to the hangar's exit and Ardyn feels an inexplicable twinge of worry at all that excess warping Noctis is using to get to the doors, while he prepares to leave for the crystal's chambers. Well, then, as amusing as it's been, they both have a long overdue date with destiny.

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What is the worst fandom in your opinion?I used to think it was the Skeleton Clique, but nah, the KPop fandom looks like hell on earth (and I’m going nowhere near it, especially after hearing about the abuse and torment the KPop stars face. I will NEVER support KPop even if there was a gun to my head. Those people don’t deserve this hell.) 14. Do you still have stuffed animals?Buddy I’ll still have stuffed animals when I’m 50.15. Do you have any fears that other people might find weird? Is fear of time weird? 16. Which of your parents are you closer to?Probably my dad.18. Thoughts on roleplaying?There’s nothing wrong with it if it ain’t hurting anyone!19. Does the world scare you?Yeah, but it doesn’t discourage me, we CAN make it less scary.20. Any good advice you have?A priest that used to work at my church (he moved tho and I miss him bc he was the sweetest guy) once told me that people tend to view the world in black and white, when in reality it’s multiple shades of gray (not 50 shades of gray this is a church goodness.) That’s something that’s always stuck with me. I think that’s a mindset more people should have.21. Thoughts on this site? What’s good about it? What’s bad about it? What can be fixed?The good things about this site is that it can give people opportunities to share their art, interests, views, and build communities. It’s a shame that instead people use it for hate speech, hypocrisy, this gross hive mind, extremism, etc. Oh, and a staff that ignores all the crap.22. Ever gotten anon hate?Not directly.23. What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?All of my dreams are freakin bizarre, I can’t choose the weirdest of them all. Like last night I had a dream that a rat turned into a worm and that’s one of the more “tame” dreams.24. What do you think heaven and hell look like/would look like?I don’t believe in the fiery hell a lot of people believe in. I believe in Sheol tho, you know, the depths, a v v cold lonely sucky place. Heaven...idk exactly what heaven would look like, but I know it’s beautiful and otherworldly in the bed way possible.25. If you had to have an encounter with any famous horror movie character (examples: Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Mike Myers, a Xenomorph, etc.) who would it be?Okay I haven’t seen any of these kinds of movies, but wasn’t there a movie where this girl ended up kinda-befriending Xenomorphs?? Bc in that case I’d go with a Xenomorph.26. Do you think science is flawed?To an extent. I’m gonna make an entire post about this subject, because I my views are different based on different situations.27. The age old question: what came first, the chicken or the egg?I mean,,,chickens are the closest relatives to dinosaurs, and dinosaurs laid eggs, so obviously the egg.28. Any book recommendations?The Plague Dogs by Richard Adams (the same man that wrote Watership Down!) It’s my favorite book, I will warn that it has gore, both human and animal death, animal abuse, and even mental illness?? (There’s a character that experiences delusions and hallucinations and stuff like that but he’s not demonized at all. There are outdated terms to describe him at times though, the book was written in the 1970s so there’s another warning.)29. Ever go through an “embarrassing” fandom phase? (You know the ones.)Anime and Vocaloid (even though I will always low-key love Vocaloid with my entire being.)30. Favorite superhero?Used to be Batman, but now it’s Black Panther. One movie was more powerful than years of attachment and nostalgia regarding another character. I really hope I get buy a lot of the comics soon, I need money.31. If there was any outdated meme you could bring back, what would it be?Any memes from the past that were focused on just having good fun. Stuff like the “Just Do It” and John Cena prank call, you know those kinda memes. Less “cringe compilations” and more of those please. 32. If there was one holiday you could get rid of, what would it be?Columbus Day, I don’t even have to think twice about that. Replace it with Indigenous People’s Day. Genocide should never be celebrated, I can’t believe we live in a world where that’s a controversial statement.33. Thoughts on the education system where you live?It’s a flaming heap of garbage.34. What would you do for a Klondike bar?Buy one at the store or something if I want one, duh.35. What’s a question you hate being asked?“How can you be ____ if you’re Christian?” Ugh.36. What’s the worst nightmare you’ve ever had?I don’t feel comfortable talking about it openly, because a lot of them are REALLY bad ones and I only feel comfortable talking about a few with friends though personal messaging.37. Worst villain you can think of? They can be from anything.Scourge from Warrior Cats HOLY FRICK HHH38. A reverse of the last question, the worst hero you can think of?There’s definitely a worse hero that’s not coming to mind but the worst one I can think of is Beck from Mighty No. 9.39. Look left to you. The first thing you see is what you use to fight the devil. What is it?A gigantic blanket. Welp.40. Does rainy weather make you happy or sad?Happy, probably bc rain is fairly common where I live and I associate it with home.Whew! That took a while but it was fun. Thank you so much love 💜💙💜💙💜💙 I hope you’re doing well!

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bibliotecaria-d · 7 years

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White Lies, sidestory #2

#hektorthegecko #Kaon #White Lies

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deecherrywolf · 7 years

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Okay idk if I’m going to stay awake or not, I’ve only slept for two hours, but I can’t make myself go back to sleep so maybe a nap will happen later today, idk ANYWAYS I want to sort out my thoughts on Season 2

So here is my BIG ASS SPOILERY POST, in bullet points on key reveals etc So if you haven’t watched season two, don’t read!

Major Key Points

Galra Keith - It is so weird for this to be an actual thing, even though we all knew the writing was headed in that direction. It actually panned out as I imagined but yet not. The reveal was amazingly done, and I loved the fact that Keith’s maternal figure(? since his father is human!) must be a part of the Blade of Marmora and I loved the way he went through all this stuff to find out who he was. I also expected Allura’s lashing out. I was glad they did it and I’m glad she made up with him. I loved Hunk’s reaction and Shiro’s nonreaction - but I can’t help but wonder why Pidge and Lance didn’t react THAT much. Oh well!

Blade of Marmora - AMAZING I LOVED EVERY BIT OF IT, ALL OF IT.

Thace’s role - I was on my toes with each cut back to Thace, it was so thrilling to watch and damn, I am so sad he sacrificed himself, but hey - he did it for the greater good so that says something.

Haggar’s reveal - I was not expecting that, but loved it immensely.

Fight for the Black Lion - Daaaamn I’m so happy that Shiro won over Black, but at what cost?

Mysterious Woman everyone was panicking over - I have a feeling it may be Keith’s blood link to the Galra, after all - who knows how long they have been in that Weblum!

Zarkon - wow, he’s done for the count for awhile - probably not dead, but down. He should have listened to Haggar. He truly was over-obsessed with the Black Lion, like damn!

Matt - WE GET MORE CLUES ON WHERE MATT IS! I hope they find him next season. And you know what, for a second there I was worried Slav and Laika were Sam and Matt LMAO but my tired brain was thinking all sorts of things at that hour ouo;

Prince Lotor - Enough said? LOL Can’t wait to see him next season!

And now, the key point I want to talk about the most before I go into other details I just fangirled over

Shiro’s disappearance and Keith becoming pilot of Black Lion - OKAY okay... I don’t think Shiro is dead and I think, Keith will become a temporary pilot of the Black Lion but... BUT I think if that is the case, I have one, major - MAJOR problem with that. If they pull that, which is fine, why in the hell even bother showing how deep Keith and Red’s bond is? Why make Red bond with Keith on that level only to have him become the Black paladin? It makes no sense to me and feels insulting to be honest. Like I think it’s great if Keith does become leader, it would be interesting to see and a great homage to the original, but.... why even bother making Red and Keith so connected then??? It makes me feel sorry for Red! But that brings me to an idea that kind of wormed its way into my head - maybe Allura will pilot the Black Lion? Only on the fact that a lot of her leadership was brought up in this, stressed even. I mean, Keith is more than likely going to do it - he’s already done it once, so. Yeah... still! If he does, then does that mean Lance will pilot Red, like in the original series? And if so, how in the fucking fudgesicles will that even happen when KEITH AND RED ARE SO DAMN BONDED LIKE DAMN ugh. it kind of pisses me off really. (Also is it possible Shiro is on the astral field? He melded with his lion? Hmmm)

OKAY NOW ONTO JUST MINDLESS FANGIRLING BECAUSE BEFORE I BEGIN TO REBLOG STUFF, I GOTTA GET SHIPPING COMMENTS AND SILLY COMMENTS OUT OF THE WAY. KAY? KAY!

Allurance - I WAS CLAPPING AND SCREAMING AT ALL THE CALL BACKS TO THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN THE ORIGINAL LIKE OH, MY, GOD. THE KISS FROM THE MOUSE(tho that was to og pidge but lol still counts), ALL OF LANCE’S CHEESY LINES AT HER, I LOVED IT. I just wish Allura was more, idk, amused by it rather than exasperated >>;; give me allurance.

Pidgance - I WAS ALSO SO HAPPY WITH THE TIMES PIDGE AND LANCE WOULD BOUNCE OFF OF EACH OTHER AND THE MALL SCENE, OMG I’M SO HAPPY OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE

Kallura - oooh boy, bb, where do I begin?? They had so many moments, a very tender moment. I just aaaah. I think Kallura will be end game, just going by the lovely chemistry they had and the writing! But who knows its only season two out of, what? Possibly 7, I think? (I heard something about 70 episodes? mrr)

Sheith - They love each other so much!! I know its platonic, but my heart raced ok

Shallura - they didn’t have that many moments, but there were a few scenes my heart dokid

Klance - saving this for last, of course - I loved every single squabble and scene with them. Omg the elevator scene. KEITH GOING ‘YOU LIKE THAT?’ IN THAT DAMN LOWERED PITCH VOICE OMG, HE SOUNDED FLIRTY TO ME BUT THAT’S JUST MY DAMN BIAS AAAH. I was dying at the fighter pod things with them bumping into each other like a couple of damn kids. I love them so much lmao

Non shippy stuff now

SPACE MALL LMAO I DIED

CORAN. just coran in about every damn episode

ALL THE NEW POWERS

pidge, PIDGE!! I love her.

LANCE WITH HIS HAIR IN A TOWEL AND FULL FACE MASK AND ROBE, HIS GESTURES SO FUNNY OMFG

I feel like I’m missing stuff, but I’ll probably reblog anything I missed. All in all, I loved the new season. The only thing I had beef with is my last point in key points, but even that I can look past.

#vld spoilers #vlds2 spoilers #thought post #ok imma get food and then let the spoilery posts begin!! you have been warned

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Weird Webs Withhold

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Weird webs withhold.

WW... WWW...

World war, world wide web... Webs... Spiders... And the feeling webs make, so troublesome... Psychic or energy, astral webs, etc...

Can seem to suddenly materialize into vivid intensity, like psychic entanglement, like cording, heavy and clingy and disturbing,... Intrusive...

Obsessed feelings... Or feeling overly worried about someone...

Or sensing their thoughts, feelings, etc... Far too much, more than is comfortable, perhaps heavily burdening one’s life...

Even if you like the person it can become much far too close, too close for comfort, too much lack of privacy, too in their heads, hearts, souls, emotions, issues... A confusing tangled web that turns into something much more heavy, constrictive, like wading through mire instead of light webs, annoying but trivial enough to deal with... How does it happen, and how is it that it can be lopsided, so that one person can feel it like a leaden weight while another person seems to be oblivious of the fact that their feelings, their thoughts are somehow tying up and binding others? I don’t know but it seems to me this happens sometimes. It’s not necessarily a conscious thing at all, even if a person is very developed psychically and all that... It might be that they feel light and free, harmless and innocent, just living their lives but they feel they have some connection to another, psychically... And it’s just that, just a connection, like an acquaintance, a friend, someone you care about or matter or they matter to you, in your circle of endless connections, the web of life, and degrees of separation and it’s nothing much, just a whatever, usually not even thought of... Just someone you know, a little bit...

And then to the other person it’s like intense, huge, complicated, heavy, either in a good or a bad way or both or changing between good and bad... Or confusing, just too much, too at a loss, what is this, what does it mean, what to do with it, how to interpret it... And it’s like, come on, I’m not your close friend, not your lover, not your family nor your therapist or doctor... Get rid of yourself, get away from my energy field... I don’t deserve this, don’t care, don’t even notice or think of you so what the heck? Why is it happening? When you also seem to be pretty much fine, light, breezy, not that concerned or caring or wrapped up in me, as a person, as another human being, as a friend or acquaintance, or even wishful lover of best friend, those what ifs,... Where you like someone but you don’t know if there could or might or will ever be anything much deeper, so it’s all this realm of observing from a distance, ... Still, not attached, really because you can’t be attached when it’s at that level,... Because no, you DON’T know each other... Not that much... Not enough to even really talk much so the thought that there’s some deep, attached bond is really such a huge joke... Even if there could be hope of a bond developing, maybe someday, in wonderland, in fantasy world, imaginations, subconscious, daydreams,... Because we all do need that... at least... if nothing else... We at least need the chance to have role models, who we can imagine as someone who might be someone who we could relate to... If we don’t have anyone else in the real world and real life, we at least need role models, so we can imagine and believe it might be possible to be close to someone... Or else we’ll crumple and decay and close down and withdraw because... We’re social animals... Even if we can make do with imaginary social life or even self-referencing and imagination and spirit and animals, plants, signs, symbols, gods, the voice of the world... As surrogate social substitutes... But... All that takes time to develop as a bond, as an easily accessible surrogate... and so,... Sometimes you need someone real to make you feel hope, to feel the role model sense that triggers imaginations and ideals and hopes and faith and courage and effort to try, to improve yourself, learn about yourself, to try to build for a possible future you can believe in as worth the effort, the emotional investment, and the psychic energy...

So you don’t feel flat and dry as a bone but have real emotional stimuli even if it is part illusion... But it seems to me that such surrogate or role model roles can create these big psychic bonds maybe? Where it’s affecting people more than it seems like it would, a one sided, lop sided web or cord or whatever you call the thing... And I have had it go both ways... Or sometimes, somebody seemed to be affecting me a lot, but I don’t know if they were attached to me as a surrogate something or other or whatever,...

But there have been times when I was somewhat attached to the role model persona I saw in another and they seemed heavily burdened, felt too close, too much information, psychically, they were receiving... from me, when I didn't’ intend for it to be that way for them at all... And so sometimes they got mad... Sometimes they also thought they “read things” or “sensed things” from me, and accused me thereof, when actually they were way off base and I didn’t think or feel any such thing as they thought they sensed from me...

Anyways, I think that I’m just writing all this because I realized that it’s not at all just the hm... Sexual or emotional love or affection that I fear might be uninvitedly affecting people... But also this whole kind of psychic web stuff that might feel light, innocent, protected.... Intervened between me and all else with spirit, to keep it pure and for the higher good of all... And it might be very healing and bring me so much insight and learning but somehow... I fear, what if it’s heavy, annoying, burdensome,, ominous, too close... for the other person and I had no idea... What if all my attempts and intentions and rituals to protect and keep it pure, good, light... What if it’s not working?

But again I go back to last post’s conclusion, and the one before it too... If it’s bothering them, can’t they tell me? Can they tell me? Do they even know who I am or might it actually be a mystery thing that is intrusive but vague and mysterious and an unknown being or energy? Which I hate absolutely the thought of that...

Yet based on past experience, no one except one person admitted to ever being bothered by my energy,... So what am I to do when other times I tried to ask people it only had the effect of destroying what was sacred, elaborate, intense, complex and healing of the highest order and direst need for me... What am I to do about all this when I only want to do what is right and the synchs are sometimes too much for me and confusing that make me fear I’m affecting people negatively,... But then I try to ask them and they’re all like, what are you smoking or else, they’re like, running away from me, creeped out by such a bizarre sounding situation and thinking I might stalk them or something...

When again, I’m not attached to the actual person,... Only the spirit bond... I need nothing from the person, but only want the soul I’m connecting with... And so it’s like, it seems like... I maybe ought to leave a good thing alone because it’s good for me so far...

And other times when I took the “leave a good thing alone” route, they ended up insulting and implying things but that eventually died down and felt far less painful oftentimes than the more direct communication route... And for all I know it’s all synchs so that they were not trying to imply or insult things about me and it was only subconscious or spirit making them do that when they had no idea consciously what was happening or how they were giving me these strange and bizarre signs... Because when I talk to people that is how most people seem to portray it...

Either that or else, also rather likely, they’re denying it because it’s too weird and they don’t wanna go there so they act like nothing’s going on with them even though it is... Maybe they don’t like the real me and want to stay away and not feed this strange connection... Heck, I don’t know.

But I just wish it all made more sense, seemed more clear and clean and cut and dry, easily healable closure and the pain, the cuts easy to heal, if there must be cuts, pain, misunderstandings or being misaligned to each other and affecting each other in awkward ways... Then why can’t we just leave it at that and let go without dragging each other through insult, drama, accusation, character attack, guilt trips, rejection,... Just say “we are not on the same wavelength”...

We don’t relate. It’s just life and some people don’t relate. We’re not all social butterflies, relating to everyone... I relate to so few people that it would be very strange for me to actually relate, so no one ought to get offended by my not relating or avoiding them... I try to not get offended either, by others avoiding me, just as long as basic respect and acknowledgment as a human is there...

Which often seems to not be there, from others towards me... Oh well... I try to let go and move on as long as they don’t hurl insults and put downs and condescending advice, etc,... Which can be very painful and long lingering in its trauma on my so neglected, isolated soul... So abused and rejected for decades by nearly everyone... Fed up and I can’t take anymore of it hardly... Ugh..

That is part of why I avoid people... too... I see the likelihood of being rejected and so I steer clear... It’s only self protection and self love. It’s all I can do to avoid a useless and humiliating interaction that adds nothing to my overall well being, understanding or knowledge of life. Just the same old, people can be jerks thing... Shown in many different examples and expressions of that fact, not needed.... No more fuel to the hate life, hate people or hate the world, let’s hide forever, let’s give up and hide from the world feelings... No, just go away. Before I can find more people to want to avoid, I want to avoid them so I don’t have to know I want to avoid them...

Lol Sigh. Ugh. Whatever... yeah.

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