#<- because his soul is already trying to get to heaven but since hes. possessed. and yknow murders people. he cant get there
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fun youngblood chronicle idea: patrick dies of his injuries in the phoenix music video and the only thing keeping him alive is the drugs from young volcanos/demon possessing him
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How to Tame Your Dragon - Malleus Draconia x reader
Since you and Malleus have gotten into a relationship, you've become a bona-fide dragon soother. But whenever you fumble, the entirety of NRC faces the consequences.
aka the 7 times you cause ecological disasters and the 1 time it works out for you.
this is one of my favorite works i hope y'all enjoy it too
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Instance 1: The Unbirthday Party Fumble
It all started so innocently, as most disasters do.
You were sitting on a bench in the gardens with Malleus, who was in one of his "look at my shiny things" moods. He had decided to show you his prized possessions from his extensive, possibly cursed, hoard. Usually, this was an easy gig. You’d nod, say something like “Wow, so shiny,” and then give him a kiss. Easy peasy.
But not today.
Because today, your brain decided to take a little vacation while your body stayed behind, stuck on autopilot.
You were half-paying attention, your focus more on the distant ruckus over at Heartslabyul’s tea party, where Ace and Deuce were most definitely in the middle of doing something stupid. Riddle was probably screaming about proper fork placement, Trey was juggling a thousand responsibilities, and Cater was... doing whatever Cater does.
You could hear the faint sounds of plates clinking and people panicking about the sugar cubes being uneven. It was practically a symphony of disaster waiting to happen.
Meanwhile, Malleus was holding up what looked like a teapot. But not just any teapot—this thing was ornate. Gleaming, intricate patterns, probably blessed by some ancient fae god of beverages. You didn’t notice any of that, though.
Instead, when Malleus asked in his deep, romantic, “I’m-giving-you-a-piece-of-my-soul” voice, “Do you like it, my treasure?” you waved him off like he’d just shown you a half-eaten sandwich.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Looks fine.”
Silence.
Not just any silence. The kind of silence where the air pressure changes and you suddenly realize you might’ve done something very, very bad.
You blinked, finally looking over at Malleus, and oh no. His eyes were narrowed, his lips pursed, and a shadow seemed to fall over him—literally. The sky darkened as if the heavens were in on his mood. His grip on the teapot tightened, and you could swear the wind started to howl.
Oh, no no no.
The moment you realized your mistake, the storm was already brewing. Quite literally. The sky went from clear to “about to smite someone” in about two seconds flat. You could feel the temperature drop, and leaves started swirling around like they were auditioning for a role in a natural disaster movie.
You were in for it now.
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Meanwhile, at the world’s most cursed tea party:
Riddle was just getting ready to pour the first cup of tea when the wind decided to yeet the tablecloth right off the table. Teacups clattered, pastries took flight, and the entire garden descended into chaos.
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE QUEEN’S LAWS—” Riddle screamed, clutching a teapot like it was his last lifeline.
Ace, currently dodging a rogue scone, looked over at the sky. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this a Malleus thing?”
Deuce, who was using a sugar bowl as a makeshift helmet, shouted over the wind. “It’s always a Malleus thing! Why do I even ask anymore?!”
Cater, hair blown sideways and desperately trying to keep his phone in hand, was trying to snap a selfie in the chaos. “Guys, this is prime MagiCam content—wait, no, my phone’s gone!” He dove after it as it got carried away in the wind.
Riddle, already on the verge of a meltdown, turned to Trey, who was trying to shield a cake from the incoming storm. “I demand an explanation!”
Trey, forever the calm one, glanced up. “Well, if I had to guess, I’d say the prefect did something to upset Malleus.”
“OF COURSE, THEY DID,” Riddle shrieked, practically levitating with fury. “Why do we suffer every time they breathe near him?!”
“I don’t know, but we need to fix it before Riddle explodes!” Ace said, dodging a flying plate.
Deuce grabbed Ace’s arm. “We need to talk to them! Make them apologize or something!”
And so, in the middle of the flying teapots and pastries of doom, the group sprinted to find you, dodging airborne desserts and Riddle’s wrath.
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Back at the epicenter of destruction:
You were still sitting there, eyes wide as you watched Malleus literally brood so hard it summoned a small hurricane. “Uh, Malleus
?”
He didn’t respond. Nope, he was fully in Pouty Dragon Modeℱ. The sky darkened even more, the wind howling, the trees bending, and you could faintly hear the sound of Ace, Deuce, and the others screaming in the distance.
Your casual dismissal of the teapot had, quite literally, ruined lives.
Before you could say anything else, the chaos squad came barreling toward you like a human avalanche, looking like they’d been through a war zone.
Ace was covered in frosting, Deuce had bits of shattered china stuck in his hair, and Trey was holding onto what looked like the remnants of a cake stand. Cater was still trying to get a selfie in, even though he looked like he’d been through a tornado.
“FIX. THIS.” Ace wheezed, dropping to his knees dramatically. “BEFORE WE ALL DIE.”
“Riddle’s about to combust,” Deuce added, his eyes wide. “Please. We’re begging you.”
Trey just gave you a calm look. “If you don’t make this right soon, I don’t know if we’ll make it to the end of the day.”
You sighed, realizing there was no escape. You’d have to face the storm—literally—and make things right.
Turning back to Malleus, you slid off the bench and stood in front of him, gently tugging on his sleeve. “Malleus?”
His eyes, still stormy, met yours, but he didn’t say anything. The wind continued to howl, the sky still dark.
“I’m really sorry,” you said, your voice soft and apologetic. “I didn’t mean to dismiss your teapot. It’s beautiful, really. I was just
distracted.”
Malleus’s eyes narrowed slightly, but the wind died down just a little. Progress.
“I’d never intentionally dismiss something that’s important to you,” you continued, taking his hand in yours. “Please forgive me? I’ll pay more attention next time, I promise.”
The storm finally started to calm as Malleus’s expression softened. The sky cleared up, and the wind turned into a gentle breeze.
He sighed dramatically, though it was more theatrical than anything. “Very well, my treasure. I suppose I can forgive you this time. But you owe me proper attention.”
Relieved, you grinned and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “How about I give you all the attention you want right now?”
That did it. The storm completely vanished, and Malleus’s mood visibly brightened. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a possessive, yet affectionate embrace. “I suppose that’s acceptable,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head.
Behind you, the chaos squad groaned.
“Oh, sure,” Ace said, rolling his eyes. “One cute kiss, and suddenly the hurricane stops. What even is our life?”
“Let’s just never bring up teapots again,” Deuce muttered, shaking bits of pastry out of his hair.
Cater, who had finally managed to get a decent selfie, grinned. “Well, at least we survived!”
You chuckled as Malleus nuzzled into your hair, clearly pleased with your apology. At least for now, disaster had been averted. But something told you that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d have to apologize for accidentally setting off your dragon boyfriend.
But hey, at least you had kisses to fix everything, right?
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Instance 2: The compliment conundrum
It started as one of those innocent slip-ups—the kind that makes you wonder why you even opened your mouth in the first place. You were lounging by the side of the spelldrive field, watching NRC’s teams practice. Malleus, busy handling his own royal duties, hadn’t been able to make it to practice today, so you’d spent the afternoon watching Leona and his squad dominate the field.
It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong. You were just
 appreciating talent, right? And Leona was talented. You couldn’t help but admire the way he effortlessly dodged tackles, sending spells whizzing through the air with precision. The guy was annoying, sure, but he had undeniable skill.
So when you casually mentioned to Jack and Ruggie, “Man, Leona’s got some impressive moves,” you thought nothing of it.
Until you felt the ground crack beneath you.
You froze mid-sentence, glancing around as a creeping, eerie silence settled over the field. The other players stopped in their tracks, confusion spreading across their faces. The once lush, green training grounds were slowly transforming before your very eyes—the grass yellowing, the soil drying, the sky dimming. It was like nature had collectively decided, Nope, we’re out.
Jack blinked at the ground, then at you, his eyes wide with dawning horror. “Did
 Did you just—?”
Ruggie, a master of putting two and two together, slapped his hand to his face. “Oh, no. Not again.”
Before you could even ask what was happening, you heard the faintest sound of rumbling in the distance, like some ancient, angry being had woken up from its nap. And that’s when the full weight of your mistake hit you.
You’d praised Leona. And Malleus, who was more possessive than a dragon guarding his hoard, definitely heard you.
“Oh, crap,” you muttered, already starting to backpedal. “Oh, crap, crap, crap—”
The drought spread faster, draining every last drop of moisture from the air. The once-pristine spelldrive field now looked like a scene out of some post-apocalyptic desert movie. Cracks snaked across the ground, the once-refreshing breeze now felt like it was straight out of the Sahara, and the remaining players started wheezing from the dry heat.
Leona, of course, was the first to piece things together. He sauntered over, glancing at the parched earth beneath his feet, then back up at you with a deadly glare.
You tried to stammer out an excuse, but Ruggie was already grabbing your arm and yanking you toward the nearest path off the field. Jack, looking somewhere between worried and resigned, trailed after you.
“Listen,” Ruggie said in a panic, “we gotta fix this now, or the whole school’s gonna turn into a wasteland.”
“I didn’t mean to!” you protested as they half-dragged you across the desertified landscape. “It was just a compliment!”
“You can’t just compliment Leona when you’re dating Malleus!” Jack huffed, sweat dripping from his forehead as the oppressive heat intensified. “You should know better by now!”
You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your temple as you tried to keep up with their frantic pace. “I didn’t know he was that possessive!”
“Oh, he is,” Ruggie muttered, glancing nervously at the sky. “And he’s sulking. You know what that means.”
You groaned. Yes, you did know what that meant. A sulking Malleus equaled world-ending storms, natural disasters, and in this case—apocalyptic droughts.
Leona, who had followed you guys, clearly had enough of this nonsense. He stomped up behind you, glaring daggers. “You’ve ruined my field,” he growled, voice dripping with irritation. “Do me a favor and never say anything nice about me again.”
“Don’t worry, Leona,” you sighed, exasperated. “I’ll only insult you from now on. Promise.”
“Good,” Leona grumbled, adjusting his collar. “Now fix your dragon before I lose my mind.”
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By the time you reached Malleus, the situation had reached catastrophic levels. The entire island felt like it was one sunny day away from turning into a desert. The sky was an angry, cloudless blue, and even the birds had fled, probably deciding they didn’t want to risk spontaneous combustion.
And there, in the middle of the courtyard, sat your dragon boyfriend, arms crossed, looking as grumpy as you’d ever seen him. His aura was practically radiating misery.
“Malleus,” you called out, panting from the trek across the sun-baked campus.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge your presence, but didn’t say a word. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowed, and you could practically see the pout written all over his face.
Ruggie gave you a light shove. “Well, go on. Apologize before we all die of thirst.”
You shot him a look, but he wasn’t wrong. Sighing, you stepped closer to Malleus and knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Hey
 I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He huffed, his gaze fixed stubbornly ahead. “You praised another.”
“I didn’t realize it was such a big deal,” you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I swear, I didn’t mean anything by it. I only have eyes for you, you know that.”
Malleus remained silent for a moment, but you could feel his mood softening. The tension in the air eased ever so slightly, the heat less intense, the grass no longer crumbling beneath your feet.
“I don’t like sharing your admiration,” he murmured, still not quite looking at you. “Especially with him.”
“Leona’s not a threat,” you chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “He’s too busy napping to notice, anyway.”
That earned a tiny smirk from Malleus, though he was clearly still in sulk mode. You couldn’t help but smile as you nuzzled into his neck, placing little butterfly kisses along his jawline. “Come on
 I’ll make it up to you. I’ll praise you for hours if you want. No one is more worthy of my compliments than you.”
That finally did the trick. His stiff posture relaxed, and he let out a deep sigh. “Very well,” he murmured, turning his head to look at you. “I suppose I can forgive you
 this time.”
You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Malleus, now fully basking in your affection, wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head. The sky finally returned to normal, the air cooling down, and the earth itself seemed to let out a relieved sigh.
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Meanwhile, back on the now-saved-from-death spelldrive field, Leona collapsed onto the cracked ground with an annoyed grunt. “I swear, if they ever break up, I’m moving to a different continent.”
“Honestly, same,” Ruggie groaned, lying down beside him. Jack just nodded in agreement, too tired to even complain.
But as the world finally returned to normal, and you cuddled up against your not-so-grumpy-anymore dragon boyfriend, you couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—you’d be more careful with your compliments from now on.

Maybe.
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Instance 3: Dinner Downpour
It had started out as an innocent evening. Just you, Malleus, and a nice dinner at the Mostro Lounge. You figured it was a good idea—a cozy meal, some quiet time away from the usual chaos. Plus, Malleus had never been to the Lounge before, and you wanted to show him a little piece of what passed for fine dining at NRC.
Everything was going smoothly. The candlelight cast a soft glow over the table, and Malleus seemed to be enjoying himself, even if he occasionally side-eyed the giant aquariums and questionable dishes swimming in ink. You were halfway through your meal when it happened. The moment that would soon be known as The Great Mostro Lounge Flood of the Century.
Malleus, eyes warm and his tone utterly princely, leaned toward you as the waiter left the bill on the table. “Allow me to cover this,” he said, reaching for his wallet—or whatever it was that dragons carry their horde in. “I would like to treat you.”
You, not sensing the danger, waved him off with a smile. “No need, Malleus. I’ve got this.”
Oh no.
If you could rewind time, maybe you would’ve noticed the way his expression faltered ever so slightly. The tiniest furrow of his brow, the faint tightening of his grip on his silverware. But you didn’t. You were oblivious. You, poor unfortunate soul, paid the bill yourself.
And that’s when the first clap of thunder rolled through the building.
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It didn’t take long for things to go from zero to we’re-all-gonna-die levels of chaos. The sky outside darkened almost instantly, rain pouring down like the heavens had just decided to empty all their buckets at once. But it wasn’t just rain—oh no, this was a full-blown, hurricane-tier downpour. Lightning flashed, illuminating the shocked faces of the Mostro Lounge patrons as water started seeping in through the windows.
Inside, chaos erupted. The once-elegant ambiance of the Mostro Lounge turned into something out of a disaster movie. Jade was frantically trying to keep the dining area dry with what looked like twenty towels, but the water just kept rising. Floyd was sitting on top of a table, cackling at the sheer absurdity of it all, while Azul was on the verge of a mental breakdown, clutching his ledger to his chest as if it could somehow save him from bankruptcy.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Azul’s voice broke through the chaos as he practically teleported to your side, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a maraca.
“I—I don’t know!” you stammered, still processing the fact that the place was flooding. “We were just having dinner!”
“Oh, you were ‘just having dinner,’” Azul mocked, his voice climbing an octave as the water level rose past your ankles. “Sure, just dinner—and now I’m watching my profits swim away!”
Jade appeared next, a suspiciously calm smile on his face despite the absolute catastrophe around him. “You didn’t happen to upset the prince of Briar Valley, did you?”
Floyd leaned in, grinning like a maniac. “Yeah, did ya snub him or somethin’? This is hilarious.”
Your face paled. Oh no. You replayed the scene in your head—the offer to pay, your refusal—and realization hit you like one of the lightning bolts currently striking outside. “Oh my god. He’s upset because I didn’t let him pay.”
“That’s it?!” Floyd burst out laughing, clutching his sides. “All this ‘cause you didn’t let him foot the bill? Man, that’s rich!”
Azul’s eye twitched. “Fix. This. Now.”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal!” you protested, feeling the water slosh against your calves as the storm outside intensified. “I just wanted to treat him for once!”
“Clearly, that was a mistake,” Jade said, entirely too serene for someone standing in knee-deep water. “I suggest you
 rectify it.”
“Rectify it,” Azul echoed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Or I swear I’ll have you and your little dragon both in debt until you’re ancient fossils.”
Floyd, still howling with laughter, gave you a light shove toward the entrance. “Better hurry, Shrimpy, before we gotta start charging people for canoe rentals!”
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You rushed outside, braving the storm as the winds whipped around you. The ground was already flooded, rain pelting down so hard you could barely see two feet in front of you. But there, standing in the middle of it all like some tragic figure from a gothic romance novel, was Malleus.
He wasn’t even trying to shield himself from the rain—he just stood there, soaked, staring up at the stormy sky as if summoning the wrath of the heavens. His mood was palpable, the air around him crackling with discontent.
“Malleus!” you called out, running over and nearly slipping in a puddle. “Malleus, wait!”
He glanced down at you, a flash of vulnerability in his eyes quickly masked by his usual regal composure. “I thought
 I could treat you. It seems you do not trust me to do even that.”
You winced. He wasn’t angry, not really. He was hurt. You should’ve known better—Malleus was always thinking about how to show you he cared, and this was just one more way for him to do that. And you’d brushed him off without realizing the significance.
“Hey, that’s not it at all,” you said softly, stepping closer and taking his hands in yours. “I just
 I wanted to treat you this time. But I didn’t realize how important it was to you.”
The storm rumbled ominously overhead, but you could feel his mood starting to shift.
You squeezed his hands, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry, Malleus. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t appreciate it. You always take such good care of me.”
His shoulders relaxed slightly, the tension easing from his posture. “I simply wished to show you how much I treasure our time together.”
“And I treasure you,” you said, giving him a gentle smile. “So how about this—I’ll let you treat me next time. Dinner, ice cream, whatever you want. You’re in charge.”
The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. “You promise?”
“I promise,” you replied, kissing him again for good measure. “But for now, maybe we could, uh
 ease up on the weather a bit? I think Azul’s about to have a heart attack.”
Malleus chuckled softly, the storm clouds above beginning to break apart as the rain slowed to a drizzle. “Very well. I shall spare them—for now.”
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Back inside the Lounge, Azul was clinging to his precious ledger like a lifeline, watching with wide eyes as the floodwaters slowly receded. The place was still a soaked mess, but at least it wasn’t Atlantis anymore.
Floyd, leaning against the bar, gave you a lazy grin as you walked back in, hand-in-hand with Malleus. “Well, looks like you managed to cool down your dragon, huh? Good job, Shrimpy.”
Jade smiled pleasantly, though you could tell there was relief in his gaze. “The Lounge owes you a great debt.”
Azul, drenched and looking like he’d aged ten years, just sighed. “Please. Next time
 just let him pay.”
You grinned sheepishly. “Noted.”
Malleus, still holding your hand, glanced down at you with a fond expression. “Shall we continue our evening?”
You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of his affection, even if he had almost accidentally drowned the entire restaurant. “Yeah, let’s go.”
And as you left the Mostro Lounge, water still dripping from the ceiling and Floyd’s laughter echoing behind you, you couldn’t help but think that for all the chaos that came with dating the prince of Briar Valley, it was worth every second.
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Instance 4: Deserted Dreams
It all started with an innocent suggestion over breakfast. You and Malleus were sitting at your usual spot in Diasomnia, peacefully munching on breakfast. Things were nice, calm—Malleus was in a good mood, the sun was shining, and there hadn’t been any catastrophic magical incidents for a solid two days.
But, of course, you just had to ruin it.
"So," you said, casually buttering a slice of toast, "I was thinking
 maybe for our next vacation, instead of going to Briar Valley again, we could head over to the Scalding Sands? I heard Kalim raving about the heat and all the festivals, and I thought it might be fun to experience a little warmth for a change."
Malleus, who had been sipping his tea, froze. He looked at you, his eyes wide and a bit too intense. "The Scalding Sands?" he repeated slowly.
"Yeah, you know—sun, sand, maybe a beach or two. Something different!" You smiled, clearly not reading the massive red flags flying in the air. "I mean, don’t get me wrong, Briar Valley is great and all, but we always go there. I thought a change of scenery would be nice!"
And that, was when the Dorms of Scarabia and Diasomnia turned into a hellish desert wasteland.
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It started slowly—just a bit of extra heat creeping into the room, making you fidget in your seat. Then it escalated. The temperature spiked dramatically, and before you knew it, the dorm felt like someone had thrown open the gates to the underworld and invited the sun to personally burn it all down. You swore you could hear the sound of sand shifting beneath your feet, though you were still indoors. Indoors, for crying out loud!
Malleus sat in silence, clearly displeased. His usual dark, moody aura was now tinged with the kind of slow-boiling frustration that made you realize: you’d made a huge mistake.
Just as you were about to apologize and backpedal your way out of the desertification of Diasomnia and Scarabia, a loud crash echoed from outside, followed by a chorus of complaints.
You stepped out of the dorm and were met with chaos. The whole area around Diasomnia had transformed into an arid, sweltering desert. The grass? Gone. The trees? Withered. The nice, cool breeze that used to blow through? Now replaced by blistering heat waves. Students were dragging themselves around, sweating profusely as the once lush grounds became a scorching wasteland.
At the heart of the chaos stood Kalim, as cheerful as ever, while a very sweaty and very done Jamil stood nearby, looking like he had reached the end of his rope.
Jamil spotted you immediately and marched over, steam practically rising off his skin. “What did you do?!” he hissed, looking like he was five seconds away from spontaneous combustion.
"I—" you stammered, glancing at Kalim, who was happily waving a fan like he was at a resort.
"Isn’t this great?!" Kalim chirped, smiling ear to ear. "It feels just like home! Now we can have all the desert parties we want! Thanks for the heatwave!"
You blinked. "Um
 you’re welcome?"
"No," Jamil interjected, glaring at you like you’d personally set him on fire. “Don’t thank them! What possessed you to turn Scarabia into a furnace?!”
You grimaced, wiping sweat from your brow. “It’s not my fault! I just suggested we vacation in the Scalding Sands instead of Briar Valley and—"
"You did what?!" Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. "So because you didn’t want to vacation in Briar Valley, this happens? Do you know how long it’s going to take to get the dorm back to normal? Or the fact that I’m now stuck babysitting Kalim in what feels like the surface of the sun?"
Kalim, still oblivious to the suffering around him, beamed. “You should make up with Malleus! Then maybe we can have two vacations!”
Jamil’s eye twitched.
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It didn’t take long before you were escorted (dragged) back to Malleus, courtesy of a very sunburned Jamil and a still-chipper Kalim. They deposited you at the door to Diasomnia, giving you the kind of look that screamed fix this, or we’ll make you regret it.
Sighing, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. Unsurprisingly, it was even hotter indoors than it had been outside. Malleus was sitting in the corner of the common room, his arms crossed and his gaze distant, like he was contemplating the deep mysteries of life—or brooding over your vacation suggestion. Probably the latter.
“Malleus?” you called softly, approaching him carefully as the air around him practically sizzled with residual magic.
He didn’t respond, still looking like a dragon that had just been told his gold stash was getting replaced with copper coins.
You sighed and knelt down in front of him. “I’m sorry,” you said, resting a hand on his knee. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just thought it’d be nice to see a new place, but if you want to go back to Briar Valley, that’s totally fine. We can go wherever you want.”
Malleus blinked, finally looking down at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. “You wished to travel somewhere unfamiliar,” he murmured, his voice low. “I should have taken your desires into account. But
 the thought of you preferring another land over mine
 it unsettled me.”
You blinked. “Wait, is that what this is about? Malleus, I love Briar Valley! I just wanted to try something new, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to go back. We could go anywhere, and I’d be happy as long as I’m with you.”
He softened even more, the heat in the room fading as his magic began to relax. “You mean that?”
You smiled and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Of course I do.”
His arms, once tense, reached out to pull you into his lap, holding you close as if the idea of you slipping away to some other land without him had weighed far too heavily on his mind. You snuggled into him, feeling the last traces of heatwave melt away into nothing but warmth and comfort.
Malleus nuzzled his face into your hair, his voice a soft rumble. “Then we shall go wherever your heart desires. As long as we are together.”
You chuckled, pressing another kiss to his jaw. “Okay, deal. But, uh, maybe we avoid any more heatwave-related disasters? Jamil might actually combust next time.”
Malleus chuckled softly, his mood lightening as he held you close. “Very well. I shall spare them from further torment
 this time.”
And as you cuddled into him, the remnants of the desert wasteland outside slowly returning to normal, you couldn’t help but think that as long as you had Malleus (and could keep him happy), the world—weather catastrophes included—would be just fine.
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Instance 5: Fashion Fiasco
You and Malleus were at one of Vil’s fashion shows, sitting in the audience with everyone else as Vil strutted his stuff on the runway, looking absolutely flawless as per usual. The lights sparkled, the music boomed, and Vil practically radiated beauty and grace in an outfit that could only be described as something plucked straight from a dream.
"Wow," you breathed, eyes wide as you watched Vil pose dramatically at the end of the runway. "Vil really does look amazing, doesn’t he? Like, how is anyone supposed to compete with that level of perfection?"
Malleus, sitting beside you, went absolutely still.
It didn’t register right away. You were too busy marveling at Vil’s next ensemble to notice Malleus stiffening beside you, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. But as the next model waltzed down the runway, you felt a sudden chill in the air. Literally.
You blinked. Was it just you, or was it
 colder? You glanced up at the ceiling, frowning as tiny snowflakes started to drift down from nowhere. The air grew icy, your breath visible as the temperature plummeted in mere seconds.
"What the—" You stood up, just in time to see the entire fashion show being transformed into a literal winter wonderland. Snow was now falling heavily, frosting over the runway, the lights, and, most importantly, Vil’s perfect hair.
The shriek that followed was one of pure, unbridled horror.
“No! My HAIR!” Vil screeched, desperately clutching his head as snowflakes clung to his golden locks, which were slowly wilting under the weight of the ice. “This is a disaster!”
Models fled the scene, their designer clothes dragging through snowdrifts that were rapidly accumulating on stage. The music cut off, the audience panicked, and Vil looked like he was about five seconds away from declaring the end of the world.
Amidst the chaos, Rook Hunt stood in the middle of the snowy storm, spinning in circles with glee. “Magnifique!” he cried, twirling with open arms as if he were auditioning for a Broadway production of Frozen. “The raw beauty of nature meets the elegance of fashion—oh, how the world has blessed us with this miracle of frost!”
“ROOK!” Vil screeched again, eyes wide and wild as he tried—and failed—to maintain some sense of composure. “This is NOT a miracle! This is a CATASTROPHE! My show—my hair!”
Epel, looking somewhere between terrified and confused, rushed up to you, nearly slipping on the snow-covered floor in his haste. “We need your help!” he gasped, grabbing your arm and shaking it with the desperation of someone who knew what was at stake here. “You have to do something! Malleus is causing the storm!”
You blinked, still processing the fact that this wasn’t just some freak weather event but a full-on emotional meltdown from your very moody fae boyfriend.
“Malleus is
 mad?” you asked, finally connecting the dots.
“Of course he’s mad!” Epel huffed, snowflakes clinging to his own purple hair. “You complimented Vil! Now he thinks you like Vil more than him! We’re all gonna freeze to death if you don’t fix it!”
“Oh
 oh no.”
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It took a few minutes (and a shove from a panicked Vil) to find Malleus, who had retreated to the far corner of the room, looking like a grumpy snow dragon with his arms crossed and snowflakes swirling around him. His expression was dark, brooding, and way too dramatic for someone who was causing a blizzard in the middle of a fashion show.
You approached cautiously, trying not to slip on the ice that was now coating the floor. “Malleus?” you called softly, inching closer. “Are you
 okay?”
He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I see you were quite taken with Vil’s appearance today.”
You blinked, a bit thrown off by the sheer seriousness in his tone. “Uh, I mean
 yeah, Vil’s always beautiful. But, um, you know that’s just how he is. It’s his whole thing.”
Malleus’s frown deepened. “So you find him more beautiful than me.”
Oh. Oh.
You nearly facepalmed at the realization. “Malleus, no, that’s not what I meant!” you rushed to say, waving your hands in a flustered manner. “Vil is beautiful, but you—you’re, like, otherworldly! You know, fae beauty and all that. No one could possibly compare!”
Malleus eyed you warily, his lips pursed. “So
 you do not prefer him over me?"
“Of course not!” you said quickly, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm. “You’re the most beautiful person I know. No one comes close to your level of magnificence, I swear.”
There was a long, heavy pause. Then, ever so slowly, the storm began to die down. The snowflakes stopped falling, the icy chill in the air dissipated, and the temperature returned to normal. Malleus’s expression softened, his moody sulk fading as he looked down at you with a much gentler gaze.
“Is that truly how you feel?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
You smiled up at him, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Of course, Malleus. You’re my favorite, always.”
Malleus visibly brightened at that, his usual regal aura returning as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a warm embrace. “Very well, then. I shall forgive this transgression. But only because you have reassured me of your affections.”
You giggled, snuggling into his chest. “I’ll make sure to tell you more often how beautiful you are.”
Vil then walks directly up to you and stares you down. "If you're done wrecking my show, could ypu please keep your dragon in check?"
All you can do is grin sheepishly at him.
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Instance 6: Gaming Shenanigans
It all started because of that one last raid. You and Idia were deep in an epic gaming marathon, tackling a boss so difficult that even Idia—self-proclaimed gaming god—had to break out his limited-edition controller. It was all good fun, hours flying by without you even noticing, as you spammed attacks and worked together like the perfect gaming duo you were.
That is, until Idia hit you with a question that made your stomach drop.
"So, uh, aren't you supposed to, like... do something tonight?" Idia asked, mid-battle. His voice was a little too casual, almost like he already knew the answer but was waiting for you to figure it out yourself.
You froze for a split second, still pressing buttons but no longer fully paying attention. Something... tonight? What could he—
Oh no.
You had plans tonight. With Malleus.
Specifically, your nightly walks around campus, which had become somewhat of a ritual. Every night, you’d stroll through the darkened grounds, hand-in-hand, talking about anything and everything. It was Malleus’s favorite part of the day—something he eagerly looked forward to.
And you’d
 forgotten.
Your eyes darted to your phone, which was lying face down on the desk, completely ignored for the last several hours. You didn’t even need to check it to know what you’d find: missed calls, unread messages, probably a voicemail or two from Malleus, wondering where you were.
"Oh no," you whispered, voice barely audible over the sounds of explosions and battle cries on screen.
"Wait, what?" Idia’s character paused for a second as he glanced at you. "Did you just say 'oh no'? What 'oh no'? Are we talking minor 'oh no' or, like, 'I've-angered-a-final-boss-oh-no'?"
You gulped, heart sinking as you realized just how much trouble you were in. "Um... the second one. Definitely the second one."
Before Idia could even react, the room went dark. The power cut out so fast, you barely had time to process it. The glow of the screens, the hum of electronics—all gone, leaving only the soft pitter-patter of rain against the window.
Idia's horrified gasp echoed through the sudden silence.
"No. No, no, no, no, no—this can’t be happening! We were in the middle of a raid!” His hands flew to his hair, the blue flames flickering wildly as panic set in. "Dude, you forgot your dragon?!"
The color drained from your face as the gravity of the situation fully hit. “I—um—got distracted?”
Idia’s eyes widened, and he stood up so fast his chair rolled backwards. "Distracted?! You forgot about your nightly walks with the dragon fae, and now we’re sitting in a power outage caused by his emotional spiral?!”
In the faint glow of Idia’s flame-lit hair, you saw Ortho zip into the room, looking far too calm given the circumstances. “I detected a sudden shift in weather patterns around campus. It seems like the storm has caused a widespread blackout. Should I assume it’s related to Malleus Draconia’s emotional state?”
"YES!" Idia practically screeched, pointing at you in betrayal. "They ditched Malleus for gaming, and now we’re all suffering the consequences! Ortho, tell them to fix it, please! I beg you!”
Ortho turned to you with his usual chipper smile. “I suggest you go to Malleus and make amends before the entire campus loses power. I’ve already calculated a 98% chance that further emotional distress will result in structural damage to the dorm.”
Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. “This is why you never piss off boss-level boyfriends. It’s just common sense.”
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So, that’s how you found yourself trudging through the stormy night, rain soaking your clothes as you made your way to find Malleus. The lightning flashed overhead, thunder rumbling ominously as you approached the usual meeting spot for your nightly walks.
And there he was—standing alone, looking very much like the picture of heartbreak. His tall figure was framed by the pouring rain, his expression a perfect blend of hurt and brooding. The storm seemed to swirl around him, almost as if it were a physical manifestation of his emotions.
“Malleus,” you called out, rushing toward him, your voice barely audible over the sound of rain. “I’m so sorry!”
He turned slowly, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “You did not answer my calls.”
“I know, I know! I got caught up in a game with Idia, and I didn’t check my phone, and—well, now we have a blackout.”
His lips twitched ever so slightly, his gaze softening just a fraction. “You left me waiting, and the storm came.”
You winced, feeling a pang of guilt. “I didn’t mean to forget about our walk. I love spending time with you—I swear.”
Malleus let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. “I do not wish to be a burden to you.”
“Burden?” you echoed, stepping closer until you were right in front of him, the rain pouring down between you. “Malleus, you’re not a burden. I love our walks. I love spending time with you. I just
 lost track of time. That’s all.”
For a moment, there was silence, the only sound being the rain hitting the ground. Then, to your surprise, Malleus looked away, a faint hint of vulnerability in his expression. “Do you
 truly mean that?”
Without thinking, you reached up, gently cupping his face in your hands. “Of course I do. There’s no one I’d rather be with.”
Malleus’s gaze softened further, and slowly—so slowly—the storm began to quiet. The rain lessened, the wind died down, and the oppressive atmosphere that had settled over the campus lifted. He stared at you for a long moment, searching your face as if looking for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he finally let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth turning up in a faint smile.
“You always manage to calm me,” he murmured, leaning into your touch.
You smiled back, feeling warmth spread through your chest despite the cold rain. “I guess I’m just good at soothing dragons.”
Malleus raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Perhaps.”
The rain had stopped entirely by now, leaving only a light mist in the air. You let out a relieved sigh, brushing some stray raindrops off Malleus’s cheek before standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“I’ll never forget our walks again,” you whispered against his lips, earning a quiet hum of approval from him.
“I shall hold you to that,” he replied, his voice warm with affection. “Now, shall we take that walk?”
You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his. The world felt calmer now, the storm gone, replaced by the soft glow of moonlight breaking through the clouds. Malleus’s mood had lifted entirely, and as the two of you strolled through the now-quiet campus, you couldn’t help but feel content.
And, of course, Idia and Ortho’s screens flickered back to life, much to their relief.
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Instance 7: Dessert Disaster
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were about to partake in a picnic with none other than Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek. Everything was perfect. The blanket was laid out beneath a sprawling tree, food arranged carefully across it—courtesy of Malleus himself, who had spent hours in the kitchen the night before, preparing what he considered to be the piĂšce de rĂ©sistance: a pie.
Not just any pie. No, this was a Malleus Draconia-crafted masterpiece. The filling was made from rare berries he’d harvested himself, the crust baked to a perfect golden brown. You could practically smell the love (and maybe a little lightning) that had gone into it.
Malleus, with a glint of pride in his eyes, carefully handed you a slice. "I hope it meets your expectations, my love."
You eagerly took a bite, eyes widening as the flavors exploded on your tongue. It was amazing. No, better than amazing—it was downright phenomenal. How did he even manage to bake something this good? A prince of darkness and a master chef? This was unfair.
"This slaps," you declared, totally unaware of the impending doom those words were about to unleash.
The moment the words left your mouth, you noticed a visible shift in Malleus’s expression. The proud smile he’d worn just seconds ago faltered, his brow furrowing in confusion. His green eyes darkened, clouds suddenly appearing overhead. You could feel the electricity in the air as the temperature dropped.
"I see," Malleus murmured, voice tight. "So
 you dislike it."
Wait. What?
You blinked, realization dawning far too slowly. Oh no.
Before you could correct him, Malleus was already raising his hand, a faint crackle of magic sparking between his fingers. You could practically hear the thunder rumbling in the distance as he stared down at the pie slice in your hand, preparing to smite the poor, innocent pastry.
"No, no, no, no—wait!" You waved your arms frantically, standing up so fast you nearly tripped over the picnic blanket.
Sebek, meanwhile, had already leapt to his feet, eyes blazing with righteous fury. "How dare you insult Master Malleus’s baking?!" he shouted, fists clenched. "His skill is unmatched, and yet you have the audacity to call his creation—"
"Sebek." Silver’s voice, calm but firm, interrupted the impending tirade. He was still sitting, but his eyes were half-open now, watching the situation unfold with mild concern. "They didn’t mean it that way."
Lilia, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He was absolutely delighted by the chaos unfolding, his laughter ringing out across the clearing. "Oh, this is too good!" he cackled, practically rolling on the blanket. "I haven’t seen this much excitement at a picnic in centuries! You modern humans and your strange expressions never fail to entertain!"
You shot him a look that screamed, Please stop encouraging this.
Silver, bless his soul, finally spoke up again, this time turning his attention to you. "You might want to explain before the weather gets worse." He nodded toward the now very ominous-looking clouds gathering above Malleus.
Right. Explaining. You could do that.
You turned back to Malleus, who still looked like he was contemplating whether to zap the pie or not. You could tell his feelings were hurt—his brow was furrowed, his lips set in a tight line. And the thought of him feeling like that, all because of a misunderstanding, made your heart clench.
"Malleus," you said, stepping closer and reaching for his hand. "When I said ‘this slaps,’ I meant it’s really good. Like, insanely good. Amazing. Best pie I’ve ever had."
Malleus’s stormy expression faltered slightly, though the dark clouds remained. "But you said it ‘slaps.’"
"That’s modern slang," you explained, gently squeezing his hand. "It’s a compliment. I promise."
Malleus blinked, the magic at his fingertips dissipating as he processed your words. "So
 you enjoyed it?"
"Absolutely. You knocked it out of the park with this pie." You gave him your most reassuring smile. "I could eat the whole thing."
The storm clouds began to thin, sunlight peeking through once more. Malleus tilted his head, considering this new information, and slowly—very slowly—a smile returned to his face.
"It pleases me to hear that," he said, his voice softening.
Meanwhile, Sebek was still standing there, sputtering indignantly. "W-Well, if that’s what they meant, then
 of course Master Malleus’s pie is the best! I knew that all along!"
Lilia, still chuckling, waved a dismissive hand at Sebek. "Oh, calm down, boy. No harm done. Besides, now we know modern slang! What other fascinating phrases do you have, I wonder?"
Silver sighed, finally sitting up properly. "Maybe let’s avoid any more slang for today."
With the situation calming down, you took the opportunity to lean in closer to Malleus, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek. "I’m really sorry for the confusion," you murmured. "You’re an amazing baker, and your pie is delicious. I meant that, okay?"
Malleus’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly at the affection, and he gave a small nod. "I believe you."
Feeling a wave of relief wash over you, you pressed another kiss to his lips, slow and tender, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way his hand gently squeezed yours in return. The last of the clouds above you finally cleared, leaving the sky blue and bright once more. The storm was over, and everything was at peace again.
"Shall we enjoy the rest of our picnic, then?" Malleus asked, his voice much lighter now.
You nodded enthusiastically, sitting back down beside him. "Absolutely. And just so we’re clear—your food? Total banger."
Malleus raised a brow, clearly still unfamiliar with the term but now much more accepting of your strange modern ways. "I see. I shall take that as a compliment."
Sebek, still recovering from his earlier outrage, grumbled something under his breath, but you didn’t care. Lilia was still snickering, Silver was finally getting comfortable again, and Malleus was happy. Everything was right in the world.
And hey, now you knew—if you ever wanted to spice things up at a picnic, all it took was a little modern slang.
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Instance 8: Destruction of NRC (Well, almost)
Crowley’s “magnanimous nature” was, quite frankly, killing you. Whether it was sorting mountains of paperwork, being sent on endless errands, or handling Grim’s regular chaos, you were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached, your eyes had dark circles deeper than any pit, and you were pretty sure you were on your third day of functioning on nothing but caffeine and sheer spite.
Grim, bless his fiery little heart, watched you from his perch on your bed, tail flicking in irritation as you barely managed to drag yourself into Ramshackle after another long, thankless day.
“Ugh, henchhuman! You look like death warmed over,” Grim sniffed, narrowing his eyes at you. “How long do you plan on letting that featherbrained Crowley walk all over you?”
You groaned, flopping face-first into your pillow. “As long as it takes to survive this semester, Grim. No one else is going to deal with his nonsense. Not like I have a choice.”
Grim was silent for a moment, watching you with uncharacteristic concern. Then, in a low mumble, he said, “Well, I’ve had enough. You’re my henchhuman, and I won’t let him destroy you.”
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You thought Grim was just being dramatic. But when you woke up the next morning to the sound of distant thunder rumbling ominously across the sky, you had a very, very bad feeling.
By the time you made it to NRC, the situation was in full swing. You arrived just in time to witness Crowley practically on his knees, looking like a man who had stared death in the face and lived to tell the tale—barely.
The sky above NRC was pitch black, clouds swirling and crackling with magic as the wind howled through the campus. A storm of epic proportions had descended, and it wasn’t just any storm. This was a Malleus Draconia-grade storm. The kind that didn’t just bring rain or wind—it brought devastation, and everyone was cowering indoors, peeking through windows, afraid to go outside.
Crowley spotted you immediately, rushing over with his cape flapping dramatically behind him as he stumbled, nearly slipping in the mud.
“Please,” he cried, hands clutching your shoulders as if you were his last lifeline. “Please, you must calm him down! I beg of you, prefect, do something!”
You raised a brow, half-expecting some pitiful excuse, but the Headmaster, in all his avian glory, had gone straight to the begging stage. “What did you do this time?” you sighed, knowing it had to be his fault.
“I did nothing! Absolutely nothing! Well, perhaps I’ve
 been a little harsh on you, but that’s no reason for him to destroy the entire campus!” Crowley wailed, looking pitiful as a gust of wind nearly knocked him off balance.
“I’ll pay you! I’ll pay you an actual wage! I’ll give you a budget to renovate Ramshackle, and I’ll personally sponsor your vacation! Just please—stop him before there’s nothing left of Night Raven College!”
You blinked. Did
 did you just get a salary offer? And a vacation? And a renovation budget? This was new.
Before you could process the sheer absurdity of the situation, Professor Crewel passed by with his coat dramatically billowing in the wind. “Honestly,” he muttered under his breath, “about time that birdbrain faced some consequences for his incompetence.”
Professor Trein, walking with his trusty feline Lucius, shook his head gravely. “At this point, the Headmaster deserves everything that’s coming to him.”
“Do you not see the storm?!” Crowley shrieked, pointing to the lightning that was now dangerously close to striking the bell tower.
Both professors exchanged a look before continuing on their way, Crewel muttering something about how this was Crowley’s mess to fix.
You couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction seeing the Headmaster squirm. But at the same time, NRC was at risk of being blown off the map if you didn’t act soon. And judging by the way Grim was laughing maniacally in the corner, proudly declaring how he “fixed” your problems, this was going to be on you to clean up.
With a sigh, you gave Crowley a nod. “Fine. I’ll talk to him. But if you go back on any of those promises—”
“I won’t!” Crowley promised, hands clasped as if in prayer. “I swear on the very foundation of this school, you will be compensated!”
You rolled your eyes but turned on your heel to head toward Diasomnia. The storm seemed to know you were coming, the wind parting just enough to allow you passage. The moment you stepped into the courtyard, the thunder seemed to quiet, though lightning still flashed ominously in the distance.
And there, standing at the center of it all, was Malleus. His expression was dark, eyes glowing faintly as he stared up at the storm he’d summoned. His hands were clasped behind his back, and even with his composed stance, you could sense the simmering frustration beneath the surface.
You approached carefully, calling out softly, “Malleus?”
His head turned slightly at the sound of your voice, though he didn’t fully look at you. “Ah, my love. I see you’ve arrived.”
You moved closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Grim told you what’s been going on, didn’t he?”
“I cannot stand to see you work yourself to exhaustion for that foolish crow,” Malleus muttered, still staring at the storm. “He takes advantage of your kindness. It is unforgivable.”
You couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest. He was genuinely upset—for you. But, you also couldn’t let NRC be reduced to rubble, and you needed to calm him down before it got worse.
With a soft chuckle, you stepped in front of him, gently cupping his face in your hands. “It’s okay. I appreciate how much you care about me, but you don’t have to destroy the school over this.”
Malleus’s eyes finally met yours, the storm above softening ever so slightly. “But you’re suffering.”
“I was,” you admitted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But not anymore. Crowley’s going to make it up to me—he promised me a wage, a renovation budget for Ramshackle, and a vacation.”
That seemed to catch his attention, the storm clouds above beginning to dissipate. “A vacation?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, leaning up to brush another kiss against his cheek. “In fact, I was going to ask if you’d like to come with me.”
Malleus blinked, his earlier frustration melting into a look of surprise—and then, a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips. The storm overhead faded into nothing, the sky returning to its usual clear blue.
“I would be honored,” he said softly, pulling you closer to him. “A vacation, just the two of us. That sounds
 delightful.”
You grinned, pressing a final kiss to his lips, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. “It’s a date, then.”
And just like that, the storm was over. NRC was safe, and more importantly, you had managed to calm your dragon—and score a well-deserved vacation in the process.
As for Crowley? Well, you’d make sure to enjoy every moment of watching him squirm while you cashed in those promises.
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arsenic-catnep · 7 months ago
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Slipping Through My Fingers
Wincest, weecest, >1k, not explicit.
Also posted on my AO3
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School bag in hand, he leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absent minded smile.
The door to the impala creaked as Sam popped open the door, ready to head into school. Dean watched as his brother ducked under the doorframe, he'd gotten so tall already. Sammy gave a half hearted wave and a “See you later, Dean.” before letting the door swing shut.
A breeze blew back into the car as the door clicked. The early autumn air chilled Dean to the bone despite the layers he was wearing. A knot in his stomach formed as he watched Sam disappear into the crowd of the other highschoolers.
Dean was happy to no longer have to attend school, he found it pedantic and useless. Sam seemed to like it though, and his grades certainly reflect that. The only thing that Dean didn't like about graduating was that he no longer had an eye on Sammy at all hours of the day.
Call it obsessive, or possessive, Dean would agree. He doesn't find shame in the fact that he wants to protect Sam. That's his baby brother, and Dean won't let a damn thing happen to him.
I watch him go, with a surge of that well known sadness, and I have to sit down for a while.
Dean finally looked down at the steering wheel once Sam was nowhere to be seen. A deep breath escaped his lips, a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. The knot in Dean's stomach grew tighter, and he needed to get out there.
Once he was finally on the road, Dean fished out the pack of cigarettes from the glove box. Sammy hated when he smoked, but right now he needs it. The smell should clear by the time Dean picks him up anyway.
Guilt still ate at him. For what? He didn't know. Dean would like to believe it was because he's smoking against Sammy's wishes, but he knew deeper down that it was much more than that.
The smoke burned his mouth and lit a fire in his chest. The tightness dissipated and by the time Dean made it back to the shitty motel, the cherry of the cigarette was burning the filter.
Dean stops himself from putting it out on the skin of his wrist.
The feeling that I'm losing him forever, while never really entering his world. I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter.
That sunny little boy.
The closer Sammy gets to 18, the more nervous Dean becomes. He knows that once Sam is a full fledged adult, that he'll pack and leave. Hell, he'd talked about it for years. Ever since he had that major growth spurt during the summer they spent at Bobby's. Sam was different. Sam was becoming a man.
Dean knows that Sam loves him. He knows that they're very different people and he knows that it's not personal. Yet he still feels guilty, like he'd run Sam off; made him mad in some way.
He was always mad nowadays. Dean remembered a time when he was his brother's whole world. That summer is burned into his soul, no creature on earth or in heaven nor hell could make him forget.
They'd spent half the summer in the watering hole just half a mile from Bobby's. The two would pack a cooler and walk down there early in the morning and just spend the day being kids. Acting how they were supposed to.
Little Sammy would insist they bring sunscreen and rattled off some sciencey blabber he'd read about in school. Something about UV rays and skin cancer.
A smile spread over Dean's lips as he remembered.
If he closed his eyes he could almost feel the sun warming his skin, smell the creek water and honeysuckle. Along with the sunscreen he so lovingly rubbed into Sam's skin.
Dean used to love helping Sammy apply sunscreen and aloe, his hands would linger on his brother's shoulders and the small of his back.
Now he wished he hadn't stuffed the cigarette into the ashtray. Dean deserved the burn for where his thoughts were heading.
Slipping through my fingers all the time. I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it.
Do I really know what's in his mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, he keeps on growing.
Memories are a funny thing. Tricky, and not always accurate to what really happened. Dean knows. He still likes his interpretation of that hot, humid summer night.
Sammy had turned 13 just a month prior and was already experiencing a massive growth spurt. He was still shorter than Dean, but his limbs were long. Awkward; It reminded Dean of a newborn fawn.
They'd forgotten sunscreen that day. Sammy got burned up something awful. He was being tough about it, but the way he flinched when putting his shirt back on made Dean's heart rabbit up.
He felt bad for enjoying how Sammy had to rely on him for a few days. How he had to have Dean help take his shirts on and off. Had to have him rub aloe on his scorched skin.
Sammy slept on his stomach for a week and Dean enjoyed laying next to him, ever so gently running his fingers along Sam's blisters. ‘My poor baby’ Dean had thought at the time.
He still thinks that way in all honesty.
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ambrosialdesire · 3 months ago
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is it chill if i show yall my yandere ocs ‌
i have to revamp their designs and give them names, but i’ll list what/who they are rn from oldest to newest with brief descriptions priest: his name was originally fernando as a joke but i never really liked it/it never quite fit, i also made him back in like 2019; he's like kinda a cult leader who made a deal with the devil but he originally wasn't like that (think villain and violent, infant and innocent vibes). he's mostly nonchalant, but when he's around the person he loves (which is an angel in disguise as a detective trying to figure out who tf is doing all these fucked up sacrifices cause there's a little too much souls missing in heaven rn), he goes absolutely BONKERS, all teethy-smiles and giddy. he's still batshit insane though since the deal and his background made his head all fucked up lol minotaur: khristopher (yeah i'm also not into his name it's getting changed LMAO), made in 2021; he's a rancher, very hostile and antisocial so he kinda lives very isolated away from people, so yk that already makes him desperate for any sort of romantic affections. kinda has his moments of flirtiness, but it comes off as sleazy. he's rarely ever seen in public unless he's selling his farm produce in the farmer's market every sunday, but he gets some good sales in since his juice products are pretty popular. werewolf 1: sung-jae yeon (his name is being kept), also made in 2021; he's a singer/actor that got turned into a werewolf (which he hides surprisingly well as a famous person) and though he may seem to be kind, he's actually a big egotistical asshole that does whatever he wants when he wants because of the amount of fame and wealth he has. he's also kinda goofy in the way rafayel is from love and deepspace is iykwm siren/merman: pollux agineus (his name is also being kept), also made in 2021; he's a professional surfer who's seemingly the shyest and gets flustered so easily around the one he loves BUT THAT SHITS ACTUALLY A FACADE he's so mindlessly possessive that he'll literally try to cannibalize his love cause he thinks that's normal to do (in his species), and his short temper isn't something to mess with either. he's a mean mf fr
werewolf 2: this guy i had a dream about back in late 2021 after those three above and he was originally a viking werewolf, but i meshed him into sung-jae's lore and he became the one that turned him into a werewolf (on accident). never gave him a name but he's a feral werewolf (born one), meaning that he's way bigger and tougher than sung-jae's werewolf form. there's not much about him other than him being stoic and gruff, saying barely saying anything because he also doesn't know how to speak any human language, so you're basically constantly being slung onto his shoulder and doing whatever he wants you to do.
idk how to describe this one since it's like a regular dude: levyathan "levy" sampson miller YES HIS NAME IS THAT LMAO I MADE IT PURPOSELY LIKE THAT and i made him last year. COMPLETE SCUMBAG, AN MISOGYNISTIC GAMER INCEL, THE WORST OF THE WORSTTTTT AND he's in a mechanical engineering major. he's so disgustingly depraved and decrepit that if i ever post the concept sketches i did for him, you can fs tell he smells like sweat and monster energy drinks. he literally has no interest in irl women EXCEPT his best friend's (yeah it's really surprising he has one, i'll go into it later) girlfriend, that's how fucked up he is. i had to get some of my friends' opinions on how to make the worst man ever and here he is LMAO also he’s into his best friend, but he’s so in denial of being bi that it affects their relationship (not completely cause there’s other factors)
uhh yeah that's about it that i want to share, there's like a small handful that aren't mentioned but i wanted to keep those to myself since they're like sorta niche and personal ig lol i'll get to drawing them maybe next week since i wanted to try out my new drawing program 😈
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bi-bard · 2 years ago
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Our Process Implies Our Progress - Dean Winchester Imagine [Supernatural]
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Title: Our Process Implies Our Progress
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader
Based On: Land or Sea
Word Count: 1,246 words
Warning(s): grief, mentions of death
Summary: Hunting was sometimes a painful reminder that no day was promised to you. When (Y/n) is given that harsh reminder, Dean takes it upon himself to help them as much as possible.
Author's Note: You would think it would be easier to find gifs of Dean that would match the banner art.
Part Two of February [Release Date: 3/4/2023]
Part Three of February [Release Date: 3/6/2023]
YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST
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Hunter's funerals always had this medieval sense to them.
My dad had explained to me that lighting the body on fire kept out the bad things. Allowed freedom to one's soul. Since then, I had imagined pieces of a person's soul jumping from flame to flame and then jumping onto the particles of smoke and following them to Heaven.
I knew better.
Not only did I know that it was simply to avoid possession and prevent people from turning into vengeful spirits, but I also knew very well that most people in our line of work were not going to make it to the pearly gates.
But it was still a comforting thought.
A comforting thought that I clung to. Especially when the body burning was my dad's.
That had been days ago.
I hadn't been sleeping much. I could still see the flames so vividly. Still burning just behind my eyelids. If I closed my eyes tight enough, then I could hear the crackling.
My sleep or lack thereof didn't change how the smell hung around me. Like I was wearing the clothes of some lifelong smoker. The particles had seemingly stuck to the inside of my nostrils and offered no escape. It didn't matter how much I showered, how many times I changed, how many candles I tried to light. There was no escape.
Maybe it was guilt. Guilt shaking hands with my grief.
Or maybe it was because I wasn't sleeping, so I was losing my hold on reality.
It didn't really matter at the end of the day.
After the funeral, I had confined myself to my room in the bunker. I had joined Sam and Dean when my dad started slowing down on the number of hunts he was pursuing. They allowed me a more consistent line of work.
Maybe that was selfish.
If I had stayed with my dad, then I would've been there to save him. I wouldn't have needed to get that panicked voicemail. I wouldn't have needed to burn the body.
I shook my head at the thought, trying to push it away.
"(Y/n)."
I picked up my head when I heard Dean say my name. He was standing in my doorway just barely tilting his head in.
"How are you feeling," he asked.
"How do you think?" my head plopped back down on my pillow as I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not one to make assumptions," the sarcasm dripped from each word. When I didn't even entertain him with a scoff, Dean walked in and pulled the blanket from me.
"What are you doing?" I muttered, wanting to go back to avoiding every ounce of the world around me.
"Getting you to eat," he replied. "Let's go before I have to carry you."
I grumbled before pulling myself out of bed and starting to follow him down that hall. It was a silent walk for a while. I had mixed feelings about that. I liked not answering questions but hated feeling like all I could do was drown in my thoughts.
He led me to the kitchen before pointing at one of the seats. "Sit down. I'll whip something up."
"This is just an excuse to show off that you know how to use the kitchen," I muttered as I sat down.
"Can a man not use his fancy kitchen without judgment?" Dean joked.
A chuckle escaped me before I could stop it. Dean had already turned away from me to walk toward the fridge.
"Heard that," he said proudly.
"It was a cough."
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."
I just rolled my eyes and rested my head on my folded arms on top of the table. My eyes closed for a few minutes, listening to Dean mutter the lyrics to some song to himself. I couldn't quite hear the words, so I couldn't make out what song it was.
I only picked up my head when I heard a plate hit the table. Dean had put together a sandwich and thrown some chips on the side.
"Would've made something fancier, but it's last minute," he shrugged, putting his own plate down and sitting across from me. "I'll prove my cooking skills soon enough."
I just nodded, picking up a chip and eating it.
We fell silent again. I had a million and one thoughts but no way to express them. Not all of them. Not properly.
I heard Dean let out a small sigh. He wanted me to talk to him, but he didn't want to push the topic. He did the same thing when he went through pain. He shut down, closed himself off. He understood it all.
I only spoke up after my chips were gone, "What do I do now?"
"What do you mean," Dean asked, setting his sandwich down and swallowing the bite he had taken.
"What do I do now," I repeated. "I... I hunted with my dad to keep him safe. I hunted with you guys so I could keep him safe. But he's gone. I failed and I... I don't know what I'm hunting for now."
"It's still him," he replied.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Now, you keep his memory safe. His work safe," he continued. "As far as failing goes, that's just crap.
"You are easily one of the most badass hunters I've ever seen. You made your dad proud. I saw it."
I nodded a bit. It must not have been very convincing.
"Listen. I... You had a bit more luck with your dad than I did with mine. God knows that I should be the last to talk about good fathers, but I saw your dad's face. I heard him talk about you. He was proud of you. He really was.
"Now, you hunt for him. Because you can. He had a legacy behind him. You get to hold onto it. Everything is in his name. Continue doing the work that made him so proud."
I nodded again, wiping away a few tears that had fallen. "Thank you, Dean."
"It's nothing," he kind of waved it off. "I'm gonna grab us some drinks, alright?"
"Yeah, please," I said as I took a deep breath. He grinned before pushing himself out of his seat.
I felt myself staring at his back as he got the drinks.
Dean had always been the first one to want to help me. I hated asking. I always had. But he seemed to always know exactly when to show up. He always knew when to hug me or check on me or make some seemingly inappropriately timed joke. It seemed like an instinct for him.
"You alright?"
I blinked a few times when Dean spoke up. He was suddenly not standing at the fridge with his back to me but standing next to the table again with a concerned look written on his face.
I nodded.
Dean let out a sigh before circling me. Instead of sitting across from me, he moved to sit right next to me.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," I muttered. "I just got lost in thought."
"You sure?"
I nodded.
He reached his hand over and placed it over mine. He grinned at me sympathetically. I found a small grin forming on my lips.
It felt selfish at the time, considering everything that had happened in those few days, but in that moment... something shifted in how I looked at Dean.
And it was good.
Really good.
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trannydean-moved · 1 year ago
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Feigning Normalcy - Fictober Prompt #02
Prompt - #02, "Don't worry, I got you."
Fandom - Supernatural
Rating - T
Warnings - General angst, death and dying mentions, grief, torture mention, cursing
Word count - 1.4k
Summary - Jaime hasn't been taking care of himself since Dean left. Cas knows he needs sleep, and isn't going to let Jaime keep going without it.
A/N - This is a smaller piece of a future scene I plan on writing for my mainverse series for Jaime--I hope everyone likes it <3
It had been six days since Dean had left, and Jaime was showing no signs of returning to a normal schedule. He was still barely eating, and sleeping even less. Castiel knew this was an issue—knew even better now that he had experienced what being human was like. If his experiences had taught him anything, it was that humans needed food and sleep. Lots of it, really.
If you didn’t get that, it hurt, for one thing. As if your insides were revolting against you for not feeding them, and deciding to try consuming itself to satisfy the hunger. Or, your mind got fuzzy and you couldn’t concentrate, because keeping itself awake was all your brain could handle—it couldn’t start thinking beyond that.
Castiel had a hard time with this when he had first landed back from Heaven as a human. But after Dean told him to leave, and Jaime came with him, Jaime was very keen on keeping the both of them not hungry, not exhausted. Castiel recalled that Jaime had lived out of his truck, by himself, for a long time, and was already used to the conditions they met up with.
He was able to fix their situation swiftly enough to the point where they weren’t suffering too badly. Castiel had been lost, but Jaime had a constant grip on him, so at least he wasn’t alone. His companionship had been good.
But now Jaime was the one who was lost. Now Jaime was the one who needed someone to grip him and hold on tight, to let him know that despite how awful things were, he wasn’t alone. He needed that terribly right now.
Castiel couldn’t stand the thought of leaving the Bunker when Jaime was in this condition, so he had lingered, feeling awkward. He didn’t know how life usually was in the Bunker, but he was sure what occurred now wasn’t it.
He had watched children play, having fun with just existing. Though most of the young ones here were actually adolescents, poor souls stuck in between carefree child and experienced adult, it was almost certain to him that these sullen faces and quiet voices weren’t normal.
Sam was the one carrying almost all the weight of keeping things as usual as possible here. He tried acting normal, tried treating each day like an average one. But Castiel could see in all of their faces—it wasn’t the same, no matter how much they pretended it was. It wasn’t the same without Dean.
That’s what was hurting Jaime the most. Of course, that didn’t downsize any of the other things he’d experienced within the past two weeks. He had lost Kevin, he had watched Sam—Gadreel possessing Sam’s body, but still, Sam—being tortured, he had died, for goodness’ sake. Though Castiel and the Winchesters were unfortunately familiar with dying, Jaime wasn’t. This was his first time, and Castiel hoped dearly it was his last.
But losing Dean, again, so soon after getting back to him, was the final blow that had really thrown Jaime into the state he was in now. He would’ve been able to handle everything better if Dean was here. But he wasn’t, and Castiel was helpless to make that hurt go away.
He couldn’t remove the pain, he couldn’t fix this. That was something Castiel hated. All he wanted to do was fix this, but he couldn’t. No matter how many times he touched Jaime’s forehead, or how many soft kisses he press to his face or his heart, none of it could take away the anguish Jaime was harboring.
Castiel knew he had to do something, though. Jaime was going to kill himself if he kept up with not eating or sleeping. That was something he could remedy, surely.
So he entered Jaime’s room, the place he had been spending the most time in. He was usually at his desk or on his bed, laptop in front of him, looking for any clue to where Dean could have gone. Castiel was sure Jaime’s eyes were straining from how much they have been staring at the screen.
Right now, Jaime was sitting on his bed, legs crossed over each other. He didn’t look up as Castiel entered, though Venus did—she raised her head to stare at him for a moment, then rested back against Jaime’s leg, looking up at her owner with big eyes. Castiel could feel the concern that the little dog held for Jaime, and he wondered if Jaime knew how much his dog cared about him.
With soft steps, Castiel came to sit on the bed beside Jaime, on the opposite side Venus was on. Jaime’s eyes flickered over to him for a moment, before returning to the screen.
“Jaime,” Castiel said softly. “How long has it been since you slept?”
He was given a halfhearted shrug in return. Castiel waited a moment, to see if he would be given anything else to go on, but he got nothing.
“If you can’t remember how long it’s been, then that means it’s been too long,” he commented, quoting what Jaime had told him, several weeks back. Probably remembering this, Jaime let out a small huff, a little bit of amusement showing through.
“It’s fine, Cas, I’m fine,” Jaime told him, his voice a bit rough—it was from lack of use, and that was saddening, since Jaime wasn’t one for keeping quiet.
Castiel had by now learned that “I’m fine” was code for “I’m not fine, I just don’t want to talk about it”. Both Winchesters and Jaime did this so often that it was something Castiel was actually able to pick up on somewhat quickly. That was all right, however—they didn’t need to talk about it. Jaime just needed to sleep.
“You need sleep,” Castiel said bluntly. “Humans can’t survive on such little sleep. Your body is going to shut down sooner or later. Probably sooner, at the rate you’re going.”
“Dammit, Cas, I said I’m fine.”
“That isn’t true.”
“Yeah, well, whatever. Doesn’t matter. I’ve got better things to do than sleep.”
Castiel seriously doubted this, and he was sure that could be seen on the frown he gave Jaime. Jaime caught a glance of it and sighed heavily, rubbing his face with one hand.
“I’ll sleep later, okay? I’m doing shit right now.”
This was something common with this particular group of humans, too—they would say they’d do something later, but then didn’t end up doing so. It usually was something that could be counted under self-care, a category that Sam, Dean, and Jaime all had issues dealing with. It was incredibly frustrating.
He couldn’t let Jaime put off sleeping any longer. When Jaime removed his hand from his face, Castiel reached forward to press two fingers against Jaime’s forehead. As soon as his fingers touched, Jaime’s eyes rolled back, and a moment later, he was collapsed onto his back, out like a light.
Venus was startled by Jaime’s sudden collapse, springing to her paws and racing up to Jaime’s face. She sniffed him fervently, giving him a little lick on the nose before concluding he was okay. She sat back down.
Reaching for Jaime’s laptop, Castiel picked it up and closed it, returning it to its rightful place on the desk. Then, he lifted Jaime to properly lay him on the bed, covering him with his blanket, resting his head on a pillow. Venus curled up at his side, resting her head on Jaime’s stomach. She was a very good dog.
Castiel sat himself on the other side of the bed Jaime wasn’t occupying. He carefully toed off his shoes before bringing his legs up to rest. A soft sigh left him as he glanced over at Jaime, now sleeping peacefully. At least now he could get a little rest.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” he whispered, unnecessarily. He had noticed Jaime had whispered similar things to him, when he was still human and Jaime had thought Castiel was asleep. He knew Jaime did it to comfort him, and Castiel wanted to do the same for him. Needed to, even.
He reached over to caress Jaime’s cheek with his knuckles, a slight touch he’d hardly notice even if he was awake.
Dean wasn’t here, but at least Jaime didn’t have to worry about that for a little while, now. He could sleep for a time. That would be okay.
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anonymous-3197 · 2 years ago
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Shen Qingqiu’s curse Au
This au is very simple, to start, I will go like this. What does Shen Qingqiu (Shen Jiu) hate the most? The heavens? The Qiu’s family? Yue Qingyuan? Liu Qingge? Or maybe Luo Binghe?
The answer, is himself. Shen Qingqiu hate himself, because of the person he became and is, along with his issues. So what he is gonna do to dealt with it? Simple, he is gonna get rid of the parts he hate the must.
After his death by the hands of Luo Binghe, not wanting to deal with himself in his next reincarnation, Shen Qingqiu unconsciousness broke his soul in two parts, leaving the traits he hate of himself to his other half, giving birth to two people.
Jiuge and Jiumei. Two soulmates, which one try to get loved by their other half while the other just want them to be gone.
The people from their past life can’t do nothing to help them even if they wanted, after all
the only one who can save them is no other but themselves.
Self’s love
is a hard thing to accomplish, the only way to make it happen
 is that the person had to take the first step.
Characteristics:
Shen Qingqiu’s traits : Ambitious, aggressive, proud, arrogant. Possessive, tenacious, hard working, loyalty, resentful, withdrawn, sulking
He being divide
Jiuge: aggressive, tenacious, loyalty, like hanging with woman more, apathy, depressed, bad temper, self esteem issues, help people without waiting something. Suicides thoughts. Don’t like to be touched. Clueless at the reason why Jiumei bother him. Hate Jiumei but manage to reconcile with her ( metaphor of reconcile himself)
No memories from his past life but feelings are there
Use the sword xiu ya and a spear
Male
The word Xiao jiu triggered him, making him go like Qiu’s massacre style
Despite Jiumei is a woman, he feel hate and uncomfortable towards her
He knows what Jiumei is and after the reconciliation, he feel responsible for her creation
Jiuge don’t cry, he just feel rage
Jiuge is the traits that stayed or at indifferent from Shen Qingqui
Jiumei: proud, arrogant, possessive, ambitious, manipulator, hate man, envious, cynical, help people waiting for something in exchange. Starve touched. Want to be loved (by Jiuge) (metaphoric of love himself) tease Jiuge to get his attention.
With memories from the past
Use a fang war and a whip sword
Female
Jiumei cares about Jiuge since is a part of Shen Qingqiu that want to like himself and love
She is like the representation of Shen qingqiu’s trauma
Has a manipulator, she know how to act and make people like her despite not being interested in them, she just use them
The only one who can make her cry is Jiuge.
Jiumei is the traits that Shen Qingqiu hate the most and wanted to get rid from himself
What they both have in common:
resentful, withdrawn, sulking, hardworking, go to brothels (Jiumei to relax and being pet whileJiuge to sleep ). Like tanghulu. Paranoid, intelligent.
Dynamic between them: fight a lot to each other ( Sometimes too serious like to the point of bleed) but when they have the same objective, they work together
Dialogue or phrase:
Someone asking how to court Jiumei
Jiuge: Want an advice?
Let’s someone else’s life get ruined
Jiumei: first day and already making enemies? If you keep acting like this, no one would like you. But again
has someone ever like you before
Jiuge~?
Jiuge: I don’t know. Has someone ever like you without manipulative them to do so? Jiumei?
Jiuge to Luo Binghe: I don’t know who you are
but I don’t like you at all

Jiumei to Luo Binghe trying to court her: You
really don’t understand when someone want nothing to do with you
don’t you?
Jiumei to Yue Qingyuan: Don’t you see? *chuckles* you were nothing more than an obstacle in my life
I should let Wu Yanshi kill you in that conference

Jiuge to Yue Qingyuan who call him Xiao jiu: *grab at his neck and push him into the wall* Don’t
call me like that
Ever *he let’s go of him* Next time I will kill you for sure

Jiumei to NingYing Ying: Maybe I saw you as dear daughter to me once. But now, I only see you as an ungrateful brat who open her legs to a poor excuse of a man who murder all your sect that you sell
bye~! Hope to not see your face again
Jiuge to Ning Ying Ying: What is going on? You look down.
Jiuge to Liu Qingge : Look your surroundings you moron. You almost die. Next time I won’t help you.
Jiumei to Liu Qingge : Why I didn’t tried help you? Well
Let’s say that last time I tried to help someone I failed
which lead to people think that I murder that person
What? That they are in the wrong to think that?
Wow
you let me out of words

Uff! Feel good to let this out of my head.
Next post I will describe how their clothes are.
Part 2 - Part 3
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quaranmine · 3 years ago
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How to Be a Human Being (Chapter One)
In which Mumbo gets a little more than he bargained for when he steals Grian's soul, and accidentally reopens a chapter of Grian's life he's been trying very hard to forget. With Mumbo now in possession of some shiny new Watcher powers, Grian takes the responsibility to teach him how to use them. But it's harder than he thinks when his own past trauma and a too-big moon are looming in front of them.
Masterpost | Chapter Two
Words: 4355
Gen; Grian and Mumbo centric; mainly hurt/comfort; Watcher lore and headcanons; S8 moon big; content warnings may be added if needed.
Here we are, finally! This whole thing has been in the works for a long time for me, as most of my followers know. It's also my first ever multichaptered fic, and I'm frankly a little nervous to post it. But I'm very proud of it, and I hope you all like it too. I plan on releasing chapters both on tumblr and AO3. Look out for an AO3 link in a reblog.
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So, let’s get a few things straight. 
Mumbo stole Grian’s soul in order to be human again.
Grian signed a contract giving him permission to do this, which was very silly of him for not reading the fine print–always read the fine print–and fair play on Mumbo’s part. 
Grian no longer has a soul. 
Or does he share one with Mumbo?
He doesn’t actually know, and, like, he should probably get on that.
Grian is not human, which means this was a very bad idea from the start. 
Grian now has a problem. Mumbo has a bigger one. 
In summary: Grian had made a mistake. Well, actually Mumbo had, but Grian knew that this would all have been avoidable if he’d just paid enough attention and flipped to the back of the book. He wasn’t really angry at getting his soul stolen–weirder things were already happening every day. Have you seen the moon lately? But he was angry at himself for not paying attention. Mumbo had been acting really strange. Grian shouldn’t have just written it off as normal Mumbo strangeness and looked closer. 
After all, it’s his responsibility to know things like this. He’s supposed to be better than this, more observant. He’s supposed to see these things coming. 
Grian hadn’t said anything yet. It was possibly the second mistake that he had made today, but he was hoping that Mumbo’s contraption hadn’t worked, or had worked differently than he expected. This was, surprisingly, new territory even for him. Did it actually steal his soul? Would Grian even know if it did? Did he even have a soul to steal? But he knew something had happened, because Mumbo looked normal again, and that sparked a heavy dread that had lodged itself deep in his chest and made it hard to breathe all day. 
These were the questions that were keeping Grian up tonight. And it made him uneasy to think about what they’d just done, and what Mumbo might have just done to himself. There was a lot at play here, more than Mumbo even knew. 
Grian snorted as some brief amusement temporarily alleviated his anxiety. It may be more than Mumbo knew, but his friend really should have known something. Grian hadn’t exactly done a good job of hiding the fact that he wasn’t human. 
Of course, he didn’t just walk around flaunting his Watcher powers constantly but–he had wings for heaven’s sake. Did Mumbo just gloss over that? Did he think there were winged humans? Well, there might have been now that Grian thought about it–the universe is vast and weird and he’d long since given up any expectations of what he’d find in there–but Grian had the ability to shape and change his wings to suit the task he needed, and last he checked even winged humans don’t have minor shape-shifting powers. It was a mild taste of his powers compared to the ones he did hide, sure, but certainly enough to distinctly flavor him as non-human to anyone actually observant. 
This was a spoon moment if he’d ever seen one. 
“Maybe it didn’t work,” Grian said out loud. “Maybe what I think just happened didn’t actually happen and he’s actually just human now.” Nevermind how it worked. Grian used to be human, so maybe his soul was human-like too. It was a possibility. 
But speak of the devil and he will arrive, in this case with a frantic but quiet knock on Grian’s door. It was like the person knocking desperately wanted help, but was just as happy to have an excuse to go back home if Grian had been asleep and unable to hear the knock. It was obviously Mumbo. 
Grian knew he was right to have been worried the moment he opened the door. Mumbo looked frazzled, with pieces of normally-slicked-back hair falling in his face. He had redstone smudged on his suit, but in all fairness that was normal. He wrung his hands, and was doing that pacing thing he always did. The nervous energy was pouring off of him in waves. 
“Are you going to come in?” Grian said after a moment of staring at him. 
“Oh! Right,” Mumbo exclaimed, and stepped in quickly. Grian shut the door behind him, and took a moment to rub his eyes before turning back around. 
“So . . .” he started, as if he didn’t already know, “what brings you here to my house at-” he checked his clock “-half-past one at night?”
“I need your help,” said Mumbo simply. 
“Ah.” Grian grimaced, feeling that heavy dread settle over him once more. “Well, uh, come sit down I guess.” I have a feeling we’ll need it. He led him over to a table in the corner, and lit another lantern so they wouldn’t be so in the dark. 
When he looked up again, Mumbo seemed about two seconds from bursting into tears. “Mumbo, calm down,” Grian said gently. “Whatever it is, we can . . .” What, fix it? How were they going to do that? “. . .figure it out.”
“Grian, please forgive me!” Mumbo cried. “I was so dumb, I definitely didn’t think it through, an–I should’ve asked you before trying to uh . . . take your soul. I don’t know why I was so secretive about it, but it was a bad idea, and now something is wrong and I really really don’t know what to do, or why, because clearly there’s a problem here and I should’ve just asked. I’m just so dumb and-”
“I know. And I forgive you.”
“What?” It seemed to bring Mumbo out of his spiral. 
“Well, I know you’re dumb, but it’s nice to see you’ve already acknowledged that. And I forgive you. I also know what problem you’re having. I was hoping it wasn’t the case, but based on how you’ve come knocking on my door in the middle of night nearly in tears, I think I can guess.” 
“I’m sorry.”
Me too.
 “Mumbo, didn’t you know I’m not human?” Grian ran his hand through his hair, and adjusted his glasses. Well, it was time to explain this. Somehow. 
He didn’t want to. He’d done his best to forget it the past few years. It was a buried piece of his past, and nobody on Hermitcraft ever asked about your past unless you told them first, so he’d been able to easily put it behind him. He used his wings every day, but those were simply a part of him now–they were associated with more than just being a Watcher for him, and frankly he couldn’t live without their convenience. He didn’t want to go back there, though. Not that anyone was making him, not physically, but . . . he knew Mumbo would have questions he would have to explain. And in order to do that, he’d need to grab a shovel and start digging up everything he’d so meticulously buried.  
Mumbo deserved to go into this eyes-open, though. Grian hadn’t had that chance. 
“I guess I should’ve known, huh?” Mumbo chuckled, but the humor wasn’t really there.  “But I was desperate, which led to me doing a very stupid thing.”
“Yeah, I assumed I was making it a bit obvious but I guess not,” Grian replied. “I guess we should’ve had this conversation a lot earlier. You were desperate and did something dumb, but I should have seen something coming and stopped it. So you stole my soul, in order to . . . what, eat it? That’s a bit weird, so I’m just going to move on from that point, but you’ve been turning into different things all season. A potato, a carrot, a pig, so on. And you wanted to be human again. If you ever were, by the way, because most humans don’t turn into potatoes when they eat them, but that’s moot at this point. But you chose me of all people, for some reason, in order to become human again. And now I’m guessing you’re like me too. Do I have this all correct?”
“ . . .Yes.” Mumbo sounded miserable. “Grian, can I take my shirt off? I need to show you something.”
“At least take me to dinner first before you start stripping in my house.”
Mumbo rolled his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt after slinging his jacket over the back of the chair. He turned around, showing Grian his back. Two small wings were folded there, and Mumbo’s skin looked red and painful. They were still far too small to fly with and still easy to hide, but they’d grow. The feathers were smoky in color, soft grey and black with a slight blue tinge. They were beautiful, and would likely be more beautiful when they weren’t such a mismatched mix of downy baby feathers and newly grown flight feathers. Grian’s wings had grown in tawny gold-brown to match his hair, but he’d taken to changing their appearance to parrot’s wings lately; he liked their colors. Mumbo’s seemed to be dark to match his hair too, which suited him. 
“Welcome to the Yes Wings Club,” Grian said. “Properly this time.”
“It hurts,” Mumbo whined, pulling his shirt back on hastily and fumbling with the buttons. “I had to take a regen potion earlier for the pain. What am I going to do with them?”
Grian bit his lip and sighed. “Yeah, it hurts,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. You can keep taking the potions though if they help.” I didn’t have anything to take. “They’re going to get bigger though--I mean, you’ll be able to fly with them eventually and they’re much too small right now. We’ll have to alter your clothes soon because keeping them folded like that will hurt you, not to mention that they’ll get too big to hide that way. I hope you aren’t too attached to your suits, because we will have to cut them.”
“I guess I don’t have much of a choice,” Mumbo said, raking a hand through his hair. It just mussed it up more than it already was, and Grian could picture him having done it many times already this evening.  “What do I tell everyone else? When they notice I suddenly have wings?”
Grian shook his head. “Just don’t make a fuss about it. If you don’t act like it’s a big deal neither will anyone else. They may be curious, but nobody on the server will question you if you don’t want to–after all, you never questioned me, did you? That’s one of the best things about this group,” he said fondly, “nobody cares what you are.”
Mumbo was silent for a few moments, and Grian could almost hear him processing the information. “What are you, though?” he finally asked.
Ah. There it was. The penny dropped. 
“I mean, do forgive me for asking,” Mumbo continued, “since I’m the one who put both of us in this situation, but I feel like I need to know. If things like suddenly growing wings are going to continue to happen to me.”
Grian took a deep breath, and began quietly. “Okay. I’ll explain everything to you. But I think you should know, starting off–I used to be human. Like you.” It seemed important that Mumbo knew that, for some reason. We’re kind of the same now. 
“Oh,” Mumbo said, but waited for him to continue.  
“Have you heard of the Watchers?” Grian asked carefully. Might as well gauge what he already knew. He’d confided in Mumbo before when he needed help, he just normally left out these parts or kept certain details vague. Grian never pretended to have good coping skills, but “bury it and never talk about it” had worked pretty well for him so far. Aside from the times it didn’t, like when he woke alone in his base from a nightmare (fewer these days!) or had to excuse himself from a situation that was making him anxious.
“Yes, I’ve heard of Watchers but . . . I thought they were a myth to scare people with,” Mumbo said. “Something tells me you’re about to correct me on that.”
“They’re not a myth, although they certainly like using that perception to their advantage. Makes it easier to stay in the shadows when nobody’s really looking back at them. No, they’re real. And I’m a Watcher. Or, well . . . a former one.”
“And now I’m–I’m a Watcher too?” Mumbo said. 
“It appears so,” Grian said. “‘Cause you stole my soul, and I’m a Watcher, so the logic that follows dictates you’ve now got Watcher traits. Like those wings you just showed me.” 
“Oh,” he said, eloquently. “You said you used to be human, though. And I don’t think you stole a soul like I did, so how did you become a Watcher?”
Grian pushed down any panic at the back of his throat and willed his hands not to shake. That was a big question, although he anticipated it. Anticipating it meant he could answer it. Mumbo didn’t really know what he was asking, but he deserved to be told the truth after all these times Grian danced around it. 
 “It was before I came to Hermitcraft. You know, I was the admin of a world called Evo. I told you that. But . . . it was a Watcher-controlled world. They were basically omnipresent in the world, always watching us. The name’s not hyperbole, you know–they really do watch. They liked to exercise judgement when we made them angry. They enjoyed toying with us and sending us on wild goose chases and different challenges. Maybe it was fun for them. They helped us move between updates in their portals, and they kept our world in balance. We were rightfully wary of them, but we didn’t really know what to think–it was simply a fact of the world that they existed, and sometimes they rewarded us too. Sometimes they were nice, which made it all the more confusing when they were cruel.” The words tumbled out of him quicker than he intended. “I always made them mad, though. Stole from them, defied them.”
“That sounds like you,” Mumbo said.
“I guess–I’ve never been able to quite rationalize it, I think, but I guess they found me interesting or something. Or maybe vulnerable, because I lived alone and far from spawn. They wanted us to reach the End, and kill the dragon. But when we did, we were all separated.” He stopped for a moment to breathe. “After I killed the dragon, they took me, and . . . made me into one of them. I didn’t have a choice, honestly, I just had to go with them.”
“I’m sorry,” Mumbo whispered.
“It’s-it’s okay. It’s in the past.”
“You refer to the Watchers as ‘them,’” Mumbo noted. “Never ‘we.’”
“I ran away,” Grian answered. “I took the first opportunity I had and I ran away and I ended up here and that’s where I’ve been ever since. I’m a Watcher but not a Watcher.” 
He hated being a Watcher. He was never very good at it, either. He never quite fit in with them, was never quite able to see the world the way they did, even after being trained and taught the ways he was supposed to act. They had rules to follow, and Grian had never been good at following rules–he defied the Watchers back on Evo, and had an unfortunate tendency to do the same when he was with them. One would maybe assume that with all his propensity for chaos and pranks that he’d have fun with it, but he didn’t. Those traits had made him interesting to them, and maybe he would've been a good Watcher if he’d gotten better at listening to directions and worse at being kind. 
Even when he wasn’t human anymore he was still all-too human for their tastes, and all he could ever do was put himself in the shoes of the players he was assigned to. He’d been there once, like them. It was honestly something he was a little glad of–maybe he would have been less miserable if he’d managed to assimilate, but he would have lost himself somewhere along the way. 
It was better to have run away, even though it had been dangerous. He’d looked for the Evolutionists first, but when he hadn’t found them, he tried to find an empty world and somehow ended up in Hermitcraft instead when Xisuma had created the new world. Grian didn’t even know if the Watchers were looking for him either, but when he’d met the hermits and they’d shown him so much kindness, he swore to never take any chances. As long as Hermitcraft ran smoothly, the Watchers wouldn’t have a reason to look at them. He knew they had other matters to deal with. Of course, there was the issue of the moon, but that didn’t seem too bad yet. 
Grian blinked out of his thoughts, realizing Mumbo had gotten up out of his chair and walked over to him. “Wh-”
Mumbo hugged him, and Grian let himself melt into it, suddenly realizing he’d started to cry a little at some point during the whole explanation. “I’m glad you told me,” Mumbo said as he pulled away. 
“You deserved to know,” Grian said. “Because well, now I’ve dragged you along with me.”
“I don’t think you can say that,” Mumbo replied, “considering I’m the one who stole your soul. You didn’t do anything, that was definitely all on me. I’m the one who lied and tricked you into signing it, and I’m the one who killed you, so please don’t somehow put this on yourself.”
Grian couldn’t find a way to argue that so he didn’t. He was, admittedly, still a little bitter about being murdered. He lost 97 levels!  “Pearl knows too,” he said after a moment. “She was there. In Evo.”
“I’m glad you got to see her again,” said Mumbo. It was no secret that they’d known each other prior to Hermitcraft. Grian had been able to see his old friends from Evo a few times before at MCC, but had never really been able to spend a lot of time with anyone until Pearl joined the server. Her presence in Boatem was comforting, and Grian was decidedly not clingy about it. Definitely. 
“Me too,” Grian said with a smile. “She’s not a Watcher though. She’s not . . . like us.”
Mumbo frowned. “I don’t think I’m used to that ‘us’ quite yet, buddy.”
“I don’t expect you to be.”
They sat in silence for what seemed like a few minutes. The lantern on the table flickered, sending faint dancing shadows around the room. He probably didn’t even need the lantern, to be honest; the moon was big enough now that true darkness was hard to come by since it was always full. Its blue silver light was bright enough to read a book outside.  
Grian studied Mumbo’s face. He looked deeply tired in a way that betrayed long term stress. Not being human must have really been bothering him, and Grian felt a little guilty he hadn’t noticed up until the point where Mumbo resorted to building a death machine to harvest his soul. Mumbo normally acted weird, yes, but perhaps he had been acting more weird. Unfortunately, Grian had a feeling this was only the beginning of what was now their mutual stress. 
“Why don’t you go to bed,” Grian suggested, “and we can look at this in the morning. Don’t worry about going back to Treeza, just stay here. I have a spare bed around here somewhere.” Grian didn’t know if he would be able to sleep, but if he could get Mumbo to that’d be a win in his book. Mumbo looked like he could sleep for a million years, but instead he’s here, sitting at Grian’s table in the middle of the night listening to him spill his past like some dark backstory in a novel. 
“I guess that sounds okay,” Mumbo said. “Like a sleepover.”
“You’re stifling a yawn. It better sound okay. Go to bed or I’ll make you.” 
“Is that a threat?” 
“It can be!” Grian replied cheerfully. “Now shoo. I need to go set up the bed.”
“Can you find it in your storage system?” Mumbo asked after him, and the amusement in his voice made Grian want to commit some small crime against him. Instead, he was just unfortunately very aware of every extra chest he opened trying to find what he needed. 
“Yes,” he snapped. “Don’t make me regret letting you stay here.”
“You offered,” Mumbo pointed out. 
“I know,” Grian said, trying to convey annoyance but landing just south of fondness. 
Maybe this will all look better in the morning. 
───  ïœĄïŸŸâ˜†: .☜ . :☆. ───
Grian hadn’t expected to sleep, but he woke with a start to the sun streaming into his windows. After Mumbo went to bed, he’d stayed up longer, just thinking. But he must’ve drifted off at some point, and had blessedly slept soundly for a few hours. 
Unfortunately, he must have slept soundly in a crooked position, because his back was killing him when he woke up. And he didn’t even sleep on the couch or anything since Mumbo got a spare bed, so what was up with that?
Mumbo was still asleep, and had somehow managed to sprawl across the bed and knock one of the pillows on the floor. It was a little impressive, honestly. Grian decided to let him sleep a little longer before kicking him out of the bed. But he would, if necessary, very literally be kicking him out of bed. 
I guess I should make some coffee, Grian thought, hazy and still half asleep himself. He hummed to himself as he put it together, not being particularly mindful of how much noise he made, since he planned to wake Mumbo up soon anyway. On a moment’s reflection, he dug a regen potion out of one of his chests and dumped it into Mumbo’s cup. His wings would probably be sore. Regen worked as a handy pain reliever when nothing else was available, lasting about two hours and healing you a little each time you needed it. None for himself, though; he could stand the pain. Don’t say I never did anything for you, Mumbo. 
Lucky for Mumbo, Mumbo had already woken up by the time that Grian finished the coffee. “Grian . . .” he called out nervously. “Can you come here?”
Grian walked out of the kitchen, and set a mug of coffee in front of Mumbo. “Yes?”
Mumbo clutched the mug tightly, face pale. “Grian, the wings are bigger.”
Grian sipped his coffee, wincing at how hot it still was. He drank it anyway. “Yes, I expected that. They’re growing. At some point they’ll be the size of mine.”
Mumbo’s eyes were wide. “So quickly?”
“Um, yes. It’s magic.”
“It’s magic???”
“Mumbo, what do you think is happening right now?” Grian sighed. “It’s not going to be instant, but yeah, it won’t take too long. It didn’t for me, but it was also different for me. You won’t be able to fly for a while still–they’re still way too weak and your body hasn’t adapted to them yet. I can’t give you, like, a timeline or anything though, because believe it or not I don’t actually have experience with what happens when someone steals a Watcher soul.” 
It felt . . . a little weird to refer to himself as a Watcher openly, but almost relieving. 
Mumbo frowned petulantly. “You were nicer to me last night.”
“What happens in the middle of the night stays in the middle of the night,” Grian retorted. “You’re reaping what you sowed for deciding to steal my soul. Now can I see the wings again?”
“I guess,” Mumbo said and complied. The wings were definitely bigger overnight, and some of the down feathers had fallen out, which would be a fun surprise when he tried to wash the sheets later. Grian stroked one of the feathers, but Mumbo stiffened immediately at the touch so Grian quickly withdrew. 
“Sorry buddy,” he said, “but I think we’re going to have to cut your suit now. It’ll probably feel better though, because they’ll hurt more if you try to keep them folded under your shirt and jacket.”
“Well, do what you need to do,” said Mumbo as he sipped his coffee. Grian thought he looked like he hadn’t fully processed it yet. Or he wasn’t awake yet–one of the two.   
Grian found some scissors in one of his chests, and picked up Mumbo’s shirt and jacket. He eyeballed the measurements–he’d had to alter quite a few pieces of clothing for himself before, so he was fairly confident. “It’s not going to look pretty, sorry. You’ll have to do a better version of this yourself with hemming later.”
“What, Grian’s Tailor Service doesn’t include sewing?” Mumbo asked, watching him work. 
“Well, maybe I’d throw it in, but you did steal my soul,” Grian replied, “so I think you can live with one ruined jacket. I’ve seen your closet, you have plenty of these things.”
“How many times are you going to bring up the soul-stealing thing in one morning?” Mumbo complained. 
“Oh, I think I can get a lifetime’s worth of mileage out of this,” Grian said with a smile. “Alright, I’m done. Try it on?”
Mumbo put his shirt and jacket on, trying to guide the small wings through the new holes. He was struggling a little, since he didn’t have good control over them yet, but Grian didn’t say anything. He remembered the feeling. 
“Oh, look at them!” Mumbo exclaimed. “Wow, I’ll have to get used to this.”
“Move them,” Grian said, and Mumbo did an experimental flap.
“Whoa!”
“There you go, you’ll be flying in no time,” said Grian with a grin. 
While Mumbo marveled at his new wings, Grian sipped his coffee, wondering how on earth he was supposed to start tackling this problem. This problem of . . . teaching Mumbo to be a Watcher, or at least how to be safe about it. Mumbo deserved better than Grian had gotten, yes, but how was he supposed to do that? And where would he even start?
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mochikeiji · 4 years ago
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When the Rain Came
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↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x F!Reader
↠ Warning: smut, soft gojo moments with reader
↬ Word Count: 1k
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Usually around 7 am the skies would've been as clear as his eyes shining through your curtains by now. Today had a change of weather perhaps as outside remained gloomy. You'd be mistaken, thinking it might be 5 or 6 am in the morning when in reality it was already 9 am. Though the loud patter of droplets continued to aimlessly pour above your rooftop, you couldn't be more thankful that the two of you were given a three day off for the meantime.
The weather was calming though outside it seemed to be more than stormy. Many wouldn't want to get up from the comfort and confines of their bed because of the cool sensation. Not to mention when it rains it happens to be the best season of staying in bed and cuddling with the love of your life. Simply dragging your skin as the sheets began to adapt on the same freezing like feeling outside in comparison of your warm bodies, it was as if it formed a perfect temperature.
Warm. It felt more than warm on this particular day. To have Gojo's body hover over you, littering little kisses all over your neck to your collar bones. Every morning he was more than an affectionate person than he already was. In mornings he goes completely in a new level of soft and gentle around you. Full of kisses you would receive, and love spreading through the air of your room. Strong hands that you knew had gone into rough battles, palming every inch of your body to feel the comparison of texture the both of you possess.
Whispers of countless i love you's and never missing a chance you lock gazes with you and his hypnotizing eyes, full of unreadable and uncharacteristic emotions for the mighty shaman to even own. These were the very moments your mornings would go whenever he was home.
"You're squeezing so tight on me, cupcake."
How could you not when he was all the way in, practically abusing your cervix to this point. The weight of his body above you, the way his arms would flex every time he'd push into you while your hands were laced together, with you underneath him almost bent in half as your legs were thrown on his shoulders. How could you not be overwhelmed of this man?
"G-go ah, slower."
You cried as you felt him beginning to move to his original pace. It was so early. Too early to have to be drooling and crying. It wasn't always Gojo has had the opportunity to take you since you both have hectic schedules. So why not now when the roars of rain was coming in contrast with your cute whines and squeals?
"Mmm, you like it this way, don't lie to me now, sweetness."
Thighs already left shaking above him, the feeling of you buried on the crook of his neck with tears in your eyes. Unable to hold back the volume of your moans as they become more heard as the rain outside, only fuels the man more to keep on battering your sweet cunt despite your pleads of slowing down.
"Oh fuck."
Gojo curses when he feels you suck him in once more. Moving away you away from his neck, he takes a mouth full of your neglected nipple. The warmth of his mouth engulfing the coldness of your sensitive nubs had your eyes rolling until only the white can be seen. Too warm, it was too warm at this point you were bound to burst.
"SATORU!"
His cock ramming into the spot that drove you into a crazy haze. Your toes curling and back arching at the sensitivity. Gojo only responds to pushing your laced hands together down harder, angling his hips to hit deeper knowing how this sent you off the edge every time.
"Yeah. That's it, baby. Taking me so good as always."
The comparison of his soft praises and merciless thrusts was an illegal duo. You don't even know if you want him to stop because of how stretched you were and how impossibly deep he was impaling you with his cock was. His lips searched for yours, attacking them hungrily and in need. The rain pouring heavily enough for the neighbors to be blocked out by the sound of love making next door. At least that was nothing to worry about.
"Fuck, I missed you so much. Even your cunny misses me too."
He was close. With the coldness of the atmosphere and your hot bodies connected to one another, it was making him dizzy that his hips began to move desperately. To the point he was already sending you to heaven because he wouldn't leave your spot alone along with making you feel more shy.
"Honey.." he whines when he doesn't hear a reply from you who was lost in the sea of him. All focused on the way he was pounding you into the oblivion. Making up for the lost moments and taking advantage of the perfect day he claims. He misses you so much that he just wants to hug you and hide away from the world.
"SATORU!! Ahn Please!"
God, the way you were quivering right now makes him lick his lips. He so wants to ruin you longer but he thinks he'll save it for another time. Maybe later again if you were feeling the mood.
Right now he snuggles himself perfectly inside of you. Despite being sweaty and panting out in pleasure, he finds himself smiling softly down to your cute fucked expressions. Humming in to the sounds of your cries, removing one of his hands from yours, zeroing down to where you both were connected, his thrusts slowing for a second to push you off the edge as he circles your clit gently.
"N-no! Satoru, please!!"
Your empty hand reaches forward to grab his wrist in attempt to speed up. Your hips pathetically trying to match up with his deep strokes because your peak of release was on halt. You find yourself in a trance Gojo wanted from the beginning. Absolutely a wreck.
"Tell me you miss me too." he starts before peppering your face with kisses. As if he wasn't nested deeply inside your vice grip of walls. "Please." he always had trouble in expressing his feelings. Let alone expose the vulnerable side of his. The time lost whenever you two had your own tasks, he was always in his most expected aspect. The strongest. Even being the most unbearable person in the world, he always has to show up being only the strongest.
But with you he was only Gojo Satoru. The guy who craves for intimacy any time and any where. A guy no one knew of was capable of loving someone so much he was willing to get on his knees with. He was not afraid of showing you what he truly is deep inside. Hidden from the world and on the sheets he was right now. Exposed, naked from not just physical but from his soul as well.
It was atmospheres and timing like these make even the strongest crumble, hoping to be caught by someone who anchors them. Allowing them to be free even for a moment.
That's why he loved you so.
"AH! I love you, Satoru! I miss you so fucking much, please, please! I love you!"
His moans spilled to your endearing words. He can feel his cock twitch inside of you when he picked up the pace. Abusing your insides in the most delicious way with the pad of his thumb frantically rubbing circles around your clit.
"I LOVE YOU! AH, I LOVE YOU! SATORU!"
Nails digging in as you gripped his bicep, you missed the way his own eyes lulled back beautifully. His lips forming into a perfect O before whispering down to your ear. A hot cry spilling from him with his hand gripping yours tightly, "I love you too, cupcake."
Your body jolts up as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Gojo's hips faltering their movements, releasing a grunt of satisfaction. Emptying himself with thick spurts inside of you, the pulse of his cock making your legs shake with tiny gasps from your lips.
Nothing but endorphins surrounding your bodies, him finally taking his resting place on your breast with a contented sigh, no sign of him wanting to pull out either. Like the usual, Gojo expresses his love through lingering touches and vocally. His eyes remained closed, but parts like his hands and lips moved in sync as if they were worshipping your entire being.
The rain outside hasn't stopped nor calmed down. But that was okay if it meant he gets to stay longer in bed with your naked bodies basking in thw warmth radiating upon them. More than okay knowing he was finally with you after weeks of work and in constant worry because life was always on the line.
Today felt more than okay despite the rain that came.
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astermacguffin · 4 years ago
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What if the Mark of Cain manifests differently when it's imprisoning God and not the Darkness? If the Darkness makes the Mark bearer go insane with unbridled want for destruction, then what does sealing God make you do?
An obsessive desire for creation? Creation to the point of corruption? (Think of the Shimmer from the film Annihilation. Continuous reproduction to the point of begetting alien, cancer-like entities. A refracted, distorted notion of creation.)
Okay, so canon divergence from The Trap. They successfully seal away Chuck, then Castiel bears the Mark. (Jack won't be back until later episodes, so he's not here yet.)
At first, they think he's fine. Cas says he's not feeling any bloodlust just yet. (He does feel a certain itch under his skin. Not a desire to murder, but a desire to do...something. He doesn't tell this to anyone.)
His grace is getting stronger, almost archangel-like (if not more). It's incredibly helpful for hunts, and Cas is happy to feel his wings healthy again after a long time. Sam is happy for him, but Dean is suspicious of things (especially since he's a previous Mark bearer).
After a while, Cas starts feeling...burdened, almost bloated by grace. (After all, he does have access to an infinite supply of it.) He needs to have an outlet for it.
Cas tells them so and Sam suggests healing people. Dean gives the green light on the condition that he remains invisible and he doesn't go Godstiel on them again.
It's a great outlet, and for the first few weeks they start feeling normal again. But unfortunately, healing stops being enough to relieve Cas of his excess grace anymore. The mass healings start to pile up all across the globe and it catches everyone's attention. Some think it's a blessed miracle, some think it's a sign of the end times. They make him slow down on the healings after that.
Without an outlet, however, Cas starts feeling antsy and pained. They brainstorm on possible alternatives. Cas suggests going to Heaven and saving it from collapse by healing his brethren's wings and creating more angels out of consenting souls in Heaven.
He explains Heaven's endangered and dwindling numbers. Sam agrees that it would hit two birds in one stone: relieve Cas from excess grace and prevent the extinction of angels. Dean doesn't like the idea of more winged dicks so he shoots down the idea. Eileen says that since Cas is the one in pain, he should be the one to decide.
Ultimately, Cas defers to Dean's judgment (as always). Sam protests, arguing that he can't just shoulder that pain. Cas replies: "I've suffered worse, Sam."
Cas doesn't complain about the pain for about a week, so for a while, everyone believes him when he said he can shoulder the pain. One day, Dean finds him outside the bunker, groaning in pain as he bleeds himself out, his grace pouring into the ground and sprouting plants. Dean sees this and is finally convinced to allow Cas to make more angels.
What follows then is a series of escalating events:
While Sam and Eileen are practicing their witchcraft for spell they need in a hunt, Cas suggests to enhance Sam's physical and magical abilities using his grace. "It will make the process faster and safer," he reasons. He agrees, but Dean eyes this suspiciously.
During one of their hunts, they encounter a young and freshly-turned vampire. The boy begs them not to kill him, and Cas gives him a proposal. "Promise not to feed on humans ever again and I shall cure you of your hungers and your pains. Pledge your allegiance to me and you shall never be afraid of yourself ever again." The boy agrees, and before Dean could even protest, Cas slices his palm and feeds the vampire his grace.
They argue about the grace-feeding in the Impala. Dean notices Sam's pointed lack of complaints and figures it out. "You're in on this, aren't you? How long has Cas been doing this? He's going Michael behind our backs and you're letting him?"
Sam argues that it's different because Cas isn't making super monsters; he's making them less "monstrous" (whatever that means). Sam's obsession with his own "purity" is key to understanding him here.
One time, Dean catches Cas in his "garden" ("forest" seems more apt with how lush the greens already are) creating butterflies and bees out of thin air using his grace alone.
Reports of the miraculously healed people suddenly gaining new abilities like increased strength, heightened senses, and prophecy start popping up. Some are experiencing phantom limbs, talking about their sprouting "wings."
Sam is becoming addicted to Cas' grace to the point that he willingly lets himself be hurt in hunts just so Cas can cure him. Dean confronts him about this, but Sam just argues that he's "never felt this pure before." Eileenn shares the same concern as Dean.
Hunts are becoming less frequent the more monsters are being "cleansed" by Cas. The world is becoming disconcertingly quiet.
Cas' "garden" is starting to emit this strange aura. The plants and creatures growing inside it are starting to look more...alien.
One of the original angels goes to Dean and tells him of Heaven's affairs. The Host is stable again, but the angels he created are...not exactly angels. They're graced up and they sustain Heaven, but their true forms are "horrifying and incomprehensible, even to an angel." The angel adds that more than 60% of Earth's creatures have already been touched by Cas' grace.
The final nail in the coffin is when Dean catches Cas in the garden fiddling with his angel blade. It's emitting a strange glow, vibrating a subtle hum and looking as if it's liquid, flowing and distorting here and there.
Dean asks him what he's holding. "Oh, this?" Cas responds. "This is the Last Blade. Last, not in terms of time but in concept, for no other blade shall ever compare to it. The spark of creation. Fiat lux."
Dean's heart sinks. Of course. The First and the Last, Alpha and Omega. "Cas...the Mark, I think i-it's scrambling your brain, man."
"I know," he replies, eyes wet and apologetic. It's a small moment of lucidity amidst weeks and months of...whatever that was.
"Okay, okay, so you're still you, that's... that's good. Okay." Dean doesn't know how to approach this. Give him a fight and he'll know what to do, but this? Watching his best friend, the love of his life, be distorted into something incomprehensible? Yeah, this is totally beyond him.
"You know, I used to hate Chuck," Cas says. "How could the Father of All Creation be this angry, petulant child? But," he continues, "knowing what I know now, it's either regressing into a petty child or being reduced to insanity."
"Cas...what are you talking about, man?"
"No mind should bear this burden, Dean. No matter how infinite they are," he says, voice trembling in exhaustion.
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He continues. "The awareness of everything is the awareness of nothing at all. Imagine perceiving every possible piece of information about the world all at once. Seeing light in all its forms all at once: ultraviolet, infrared, etc. Sensing all the neutrinos zip by, sensing gravitational waves, sensing the slighest bit of seismic activity."
Dean doesn't know how to respond, so he lets him go on.
"Knowledge can only ever be a slice of the Totality of Truth. Truth is absolute chaos, and Knowledge is the partial ordering of this chaos. One can sanely approach Truth only through organized paritions of Totality. Why do you think Chuck is so obsessed with stories? Stories are linear and finite; they're sensible snippets of the endless sea of possible worlds."
"So, what? Are you trying to—"
"I'm not trying to justify Chuck's actions, Dean," he interrupts. "I just want to contextualize them. Chuck's simplistic and repetitive narratives are what they are: manifestations of a chaotic Totality, gone insane trying to understand itself. Looking for simple things to hold on to."
Cas takes a deep breath. He speaks with a shaky voice. "I'm barely holding myself together, Dean. I can feel the universe beneath my skin."
He doesn't know what possesses him to ask, but he does it anyway. "What are you holding on to?"
Cas smiles at that. "You."
They stare at each other for a while, frozen where they stand. Cas, with unrestrained affection in his face. Dean, struck by shock and indecision. It's Cas who first breaks the silence.
"I think we both know what needs to be done, while I'm still lucid enough." Cas slices his palm and lets his blood drip down the soil. He then thrusts the Last Blade into the ground, lifting it when the soil glows.
Dean stared in awe as the ground erupts and a familiar shape rises from the hollow. "Is that.."
"The Ma'Lak box, yes. I also enhanced it with the Blade to be able to house things as powerful as me."
"Cas, wait, maybe we can think of another way to—"
"Dean," he says, calmly. "You know there's no other way. I wouldn't ask this of you if there was."
In any other scenario, Dean would've kept arguing, but even he knows that they're running out of time. Sam's grace addiction is getting worse and all the creatures touched by Cas' grace are slowly mutating into eldritch horrors. Dean offers a shaky nod. "Okay."
Tension visibly releases from Cas' body. "Thank you, Dean." He opens the box and enters it with ease. "When you lock this, bury me with the garden's graced soil. Once I'm under, my influence over the world should dampen."
Dean gives a wordless nod. For a while, they just stared at each other, Cas lying down and Dean trying to memorize every inch of his face while he can.
Cas presses his hand into Dean's left shoulder where his mark used to dwell. "My untainted grace," he whisper gently. "Some of it is still inside you. That's probably why you're not as affected by me."
Dean wants to say, I'll always be affected by you, but he holds himself back.
He takes his hand back, a bloody handprint now on Dean's jacket. "I love you, Dean," he says, breathless.
"Cas..."
"I probably would've built up to that if we had more time but," he makes a surprised laugh, "I am, as you would say, already 'losing my marbles', so."
The air quotes would've been funny and endearing in any other scenario, but it just makes Dean's vision blur up with tears.
"Thank you for everything, Dean. I know we've done nothing but repeatedly hurt each other these past few years, but I don't want to spend a deathless eternity with that as my memory of you. I forgive you, even for the things you haven't forgiven yourself for yet. And I'm sorry for everything, especially for ending things like this."
He should probably wipe away his tears to clear his vision, but Dean can do nothing but stare at Cas in awe, in fear, in grief, in reverence. They're both fully crying now.
"Goodbye, Dean."
"Wait, Cas."
Cas looks at him, waiting.
"Can you...can you say it again?"
He doesn't need to clarify what 'it' means. They both know.
With one last mournful smile, Cas says: "I love you, Dean."
And with that, Dean finally gathers all the strength he needs to shut the lid and lock the box. He stares at it for a while, unblinking. He forgot to ask, Can you hear my prayers down there? But it's too late now to ask.
The box automatically lowers itself into the hole it arose from. Now all that's left to do is to cover it again with soil.
Dean doesn't bother with a shovel. He gently buries the box with his hands deep in the soil, some of it getting trapped under his nails. He continues the mindless task, whispering a tireless series of I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I hope you're okay I'm sorry, over and over between his quiet sobs. Cas is quiet inside the box. No screaming or crying. Dean doesn't know if that's better or worse.
When the final clump of soil is pressed into the mound, he suddenly feels it: a visceral shift that echoes throughout the world. The alien glimmer of the garden dims, and the world corrects its axis. Dean screams his agony into the air.
That's how Sam finds him: sprawled over a mound of soil, crying his heart out. Dean doesn't need to say anything: he knows what happened. He pulls his brother off the ground and brings him inside the bunker.
For the first two weeks, Dean cycles through drinking and passing out in various places in the bunker. If he's not wearing the jacket, he's holding it with close to him. Sam gives him a considerable space to grieve while he monitors the world grace problem with Eileen. The grace mutations have significantly dropped since then and everyone's going back to normal.
Unfortunately, that means monsters are getting hungry again. Sam doesn't want to leave his brother alone after going nonverbal with grief and dysfunctional due to alcohol. Eileen assures him that she can handle hunts on their own and that the hunter network that they're building will lessen the workload.
Sam's attempts to sober Dean up finally work, mostly due to the latter having very little strength to protest. Dean remains sober an entire day for the first time in weeks, and all he can think about is: I haven't prayed to Cas in a while. The longing might have reached him, but never a coherent prayer.
The first time he goes out of the bunker in a while, he heads straight to Cas' garden. Sam's glad that he's finally going out because "the sun is good for you" or something, but he's really only here for Cas. He kneels in front of the burial mound (where a patch of an unknown species of flowers is already growing).
The first prayer he says to him in a while is: I love you, Cas. I should've said it while you were still here. Not saying it out loud and just strongly thinking about the words somehow bolsters him to get the words through.
He's crying again, and he knows he's losing coherency. In his mind, he's explaining about his hangups and his regrets and his continuous denial of his own joy, but one constant remains: he's beaming all his love and affection into this prayer.
He's halfway through explaining all the traits that he finds endearing in Cas when suddenly, he feels it like a snap. If the glimmer dimmed when he buried Cas, now it's as if it was never there in the first place. With an unsettling amount of certainty, Dean just knows that Cas is gone. For real, this time.
"C-cas...?" It's the first thing he's said in a while and it sounds rough in his long unused voice.
"CAS! CAS!!! " He's now screaming, ripping away the flowerbed with his bare hands and scratching the soil away. Tears are obstructing his vision, but he has no time to wipe them away. He needs to make sure that is really gone. His hands are bleeding and he doesn't give a damn.
Eventually, Sam comes running towards him. "Dean! Dean, stop!"
He tries to hold his brother back, but Dean just keeps on clawing away soil. "Sammy, Sammy he's gone, he's not there anymore, Sammy I have to see, please, let me see Cas again, I need—" he breaks into sobs again, and like a puppet with its strings cut off, he slumps into Sam.
"Dean, it's okay, it's okay..." he says softly to his shaking brother.
Eventually, when Dean calms down, he looks at the carnage he's done and starts sobbing again. The flowers, his last evidence of Cas being here, are all destroyed. Now Cas truly is gone.
. . .
When Cas first heard Dean's confession prayer, he was overcome with joy. When he realized what that means, however, his stomach suddenly sinks.
He hears before he sees the Empty arrive, slithering like black goo.
"Wow, were you excited enough for eternal slumber that you wanted a preview?" The Shadow teases in Meg's voice.
At first, he was dreading the Empty, but now that he thinks of it, it's actually the perfect prison for him: a vast, endless nothingness for him to fill with his creations.
And if Jack wasn't in Heaven, that only means that he's in the Empty, and he can't wait to see his son again. Even when blinded by the madness of the universe, he can never forget the joy of being a father.
"Yes," he replies, "I'm actually glad you're here now."
. . .
Somewhere around the globe, Billie drops Jack back.
"Don't worry, kid. You'l reunite with your father very soon."
(to be continued)
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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago
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This was requested by @sweetpotato-97
Request: Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude and Ash with an s/o that is worshiped by a cult like a god/goddess since they think of them as the reincarnation of an entity. The people of the cult always follow the s/o, try to do things to please them and even try to go to bed with them.
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, mentions of kidnapping, death
s/o is worshipped by a cult
Ciel Phantomhive
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☕Ciel would be majorly annoyed by all of this. He doesn’t take his darling often out due to his possessiveness, only doing it to hold in the people’s eyes the couple image since they’re engaged after all. Not only that, but he hates such fanatic people like that. He knows that there are more things to this world, his butler and the contract in his eye the living proof of this, but this is straightforward ridiculous.
☕For someone who did unspeakable things himself to have a firm grip on you, Ciel won’t tolerate their behavior, those people even daring to step onto his ground in order to get to you, leaving gifts and presents behind which will be all thrown away by Ciel who’s already short string of patience will surely run thin.
☕He would definitely talk with you about this since this is pure harassment, those people chasing you everywhere you are and doing about everything to reach you somehow. Ciel would want to know how it all started and if there are things they already did to you. If he didn’t snap already before then he did he heard they even wanted to go to bed and sleep together with you. That’s nothing, but lowly and disgusting in his eyes.
☕He remembers that many of them said that they would die for you. And they were true after all, Ciel sending his demon butler after all of them to murder them. Because Ciel might be very harsh, but he would never force you into bed with him. He can and will ensure that you’ll never come into contact with those people again, will never be harassed like this again.
Sebastian Michaelis
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🐈‍⬛Sebastian would be somewhat fascinated by all of this. Humans are fascinating indeed, aren’t they? He’s almost amused that his little kitten is seen as a god/goddess by them. Might actually tease them playfully about this at first.
🐈‍⬛However, he would also be very overprotective since I think the people might get a bad feeling about him and try to save their “entity” from him since he’s bad influence for them. And that’s a sure way for them to get on Sebastian’s bad side. To some degree they’re right, he is after all a demon. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re his mate and there is nothing that is worse than trying to take a demon’s mate away from them. Not only that, but the fact that those people want to do everything for you makes him in a way jealous since he’s the one who wants to take care of you. He firmly believes that he can do about everything better than they can and at one point would scoff at their attempts to please you.
🐈‍⬛Sebastian would quickly find out on his own everything about them the moment they started to become a thorn in his eyes, meaning pretty early. And not gonna lie, he was pretty angry when finding out that those people even tried to get into bed with his darling. No force in heaven or hell would let him ever accept someone except him letting his darling be touched in such a way. Their soul, body and heart belongs all to him, not to mention that this man is smug about the fact that he can pleasure you better than anyone else.
🐈‍⬛Sebastian has an amazing string of patience for you, almost unbreakable. But with other person he’s more than happy to play a game if they should expose to be a threat which is the case in here. Sebastian will get rid of all of them, showing them what he exactly is and most likely mocking them about how they ever thought that they would have a chance with you. You have him after all and he’s all you’ll ever need. Would afterwards comfort you and do everything to make you forget about all the harassment you had to endure. Don’t worry anymore, you have him now.
Alois Trancy
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👅Alois would throw, as the spoiled brat he is, a tantrum when finding out about this. Alois himself treats you like a royalty and if you would really be a god/goddess he would for sure worship the air you’re breathing. But the thing is that he wants to be the only one who gets to worship you like this. No one else deserves it. Other people are scum.
👅This was most likely the reason why he kidnapped his darling in the first place. Because those people were everywhere! Alois rarely had a moment alone with them and we all know that he is an attention seeker, a really bad one too. And this human trash there ruined it all, daring to try to take his darling away from him.
👅Alois would snap pretty early on, not allowing to let anyone near you. Would be very persistent and wanting you to tell him more about them. Say what they did and he’ll make their death as agonizing as possible. And when you finally told him that they even tried to sleep with you? He exploded. How can those lowly bastards dare?! He’ll rip their skin off their bodies!!
👅Normally he let’s Claude do all the work. But if he himself is angered enough, he’ll have his sadistic fun as well. He wants to see them all suffer, wants to show them what happens if someone tries to take you away from him. He’s so much better to take care of you! He’s so much better than all of them! Would torture and slaughter every single one of them and afterwards smother you in affection and love. He’s so sorry for not taking care of this problem sooner, but now you don’t have to worry anymore.
Claude Faustus
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đŸ•·Different from Sebastian, Claude wouldn’t be all that amused since he’s the slightly more jealous demon and the one who has less patience when it comes to other people. It just annoys him that this cult acts so unbelievably pathetic in his eyes. He would also be very overprotective over his darling, seeing that they aren’t all too happy about this.
đŸ•·But similar to Sebastian, the people from the cult might also sense the dark aura around him and try to save you by taking you away. And that’s the worst thing someone could ever do. A demon is ready to destroy whole cities for his beloved mate and for Claude that’s no exception. Not only that, but he’s cocky and confident in his skills. He’s a demon and that means he can do everything better than a human could ever do. You don’t need those people since you have already Claude who can make dreams come true for you. You just have to tell him and he would make it possible.
đŸ•·Claude saw all of this as a problem from the very early start, from the moment he saw those people lingering around and following you everywhere you went. And he has all the power required to find out everything he desires. And he felt majorly pissed off when finding out that those things tried to coax you into letting them go into bed with you. As if he would ever let someone do this to you. He can show you a complete new kind of pleasure the moment you let him and no one could rival this.
đŸ•·Claude is a very sadistic man and for that would surely get a bit lost in the process. He would be amused when seeing the horror in those people’s eyes the moment they get to see what he really is. And he would be oh so cruel and mocking, provoking them. Did they really think that they ever stood a chance against him? They’re only humans after all. You as his little songbird shouldn’t worry that much anymore. He’ll always be there for you, protecting you and keeping you as his.
Ash Landers
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▫Ash has a somewhat different view on all of this. Because he worships his darling as a god/goddess as well, only more extreme than this cult. And in his eyes everyone else should worship his darling like this as well so in general he wouldn’t be against this concept. However, people should also know that they’re clearly far under you and for that have no right at all to even dare to touch you or follow you anywhere because that leads him to become horrifyingly paranoid.
▫The fact that they trail behind you, touch you and try to do everything for you makes him crazy. How can they dare?!?! They shouldn’t touch you like this?!?! This was the reason why he took you away because next to his already incredible fear that someone might try to taint you, this only added in the worst ways possible up to this. He thinks that he’s the only creature on this planet who is allowed to serve you since not only his touches aren’t as dirty as his, but he can do everything better as well.
▫He had an even worse outburst than Alois had when finding out that they sinned the ultimate sin. Trying to sleep with you. Listen, doing that to his darling would lead to Ash crying and wailing since someone managed to this to them. Even the slightest touch is enough for him to go berserk, but what happens if someone would have really done this to his darling...We don’t want to talk about this. He would most likely even punish himself heavily for this since he failed basically as your guardian angel.
▫The whole cult will get mercilessly wiped out from him the moment he knew that they existed. They all deserve death! Die! Die! Die! He’s a true lunatic when he loses it. Not only that, but he is an angel and for that think that a god/goddess is in better hands with him than a human. Who knows, some people of the cult might think that too. Others on the other hand will experience seconds before their death that angels aren’t all that harmless like it’s always told in stories. Expect him to apologize to his darling countless times afterwards, feeling beyond worthless that he wasn’t earlier there to protect them from those dirty souls.
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dreamkidddream · 4 years ago
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Hi I love love LOVE your blog would you maybe do all the obey me brothers x reader yandere wise?
Hi anon! Thank you for the love I really appreciate it!! I know I sound like a broken record, but I was so nervous to start this blog and I’m so happy that people are enjoying my writings. So this request was kinda vague (and it’s my first yandere request!), so I’m assuming you mean general headcannons being in a relationship with the brothers (separately) being yandere. If I’m wrong, just send in the request again with some more details and I’ll be happy to redo it. Reader is gender neutral and I hope you enjoy!
Sidenote: Beel’s and Belphie’s part is a little bit short. Sorry!
TW: Unhealthy relationships, toxic behavior, yandere behavior but not too graphic is mentioned
Spoilers for Lesson 9-11 (mentioned in Satan’s) and Lesson 16 (mentioned in Mammon’s, Beel’s and Belphie’s)
Yandere HC’s with The Bros
So let me begin by saying this: I think that all demons are very territorial and even more so possessive. The brothers no doubt all love you, but you couldn’t help but realize that their way of love was starting to get just a tad bit worrying. I mean, you knew that they were demons and that they wouldn’t dream of hurting you (again), but it was starting to feel...intense. After all, they were just starting to express openly how they feel. You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, but it was scary. They were determined that you were going to know just how much they love you...
And you were going to accept it, whether you wanted to or not.
Lucifer
Very controlling
You thought he was strict before, please, you haven’t seen anything yet
It went from telling you when to eat to downright constantly being in his presence. You were pretty much living in his room at this point, with the exception of leaving for school where he was your only escort
He was the embodiment of Pride, he took in pride in everything that he does, which included you. He was the reflection of perfection, and he were going to make sure that you and your relationship with him would reflect that too
He couldn’t help it. He was the oldest and the brother in charge, and that control transferred into your relationship. There was no room for backtalk or disobedience with him, it was his word, and his word was final
But, it was coming from a good place (in his eyes). He only wanted the best for you, because you deserved the best. And you’re a human, one of the weakest beings to ever exist that demons wouldn’t hesitate to rip limb from limb for fun. And he already lost you once due to his negligence. If he was there, if he knew what you were up to, if he knew your every move, then it wouldn’t have taken place. If he takes control, you would be safe. Sure, you would complain about wanting your “freedom” back (relax MC, he didn’t lock you up yet), but this was the best course of action. 
Being the Avatar of Pride and the oldest (and most powerful) of all the brothers, Lucifer was intimidating. He knew the power and the weight that his name holds in the Devildom, he wasn’t Diavolo’s right hand man for nothing. So with that being said, he didn’t have to worry about any lesser demon even thinking about trying to take you away. 
He didn’t see anyone as competition. Psh, do you see who he is? If anything, he sees these “competitors” as nuisances. Annoyances that didn’t know how to go away when they noticed that they weren’t welcomed. They weren’t going to take you away, they won’t even get the chance to be physically close to you, but...
He didn’t have a problem in making an example out of one or two people, as a matter of fact he relished it in. Have them on display for the whole Devildom to see. After looking at their disfigured and nearly destroyed bodies, the message is made clear: to make sure that it’s known that you are off limits completely
He loves you MC, and you may not understand that when he hovers over you, demanding that you never leave his sight, when he makes it to where none of your friends talk to you anymore (when they see you both walking, they immediately turn the other way like they haven’t seen you at all), and even when your time with the other brothers is limited to the point where you see him and only him, but he truly does love you
Lucifer loves you. He let his walls down and even swallowed his pride when he admitted this to you, and he doesn’t want to regret it. Which is why he had to be the dominant force in this relationship. He wasn’t going to lose you again, he refused to. No one was going to take you away from him, lest they incur the wrath of the firstborn
Mammon
This demon was already clingy, so just amp it up to an 1000
Mammon already gets picked on by demons, witches, and even his own family. So when you started to defend and comfort him, he was smitten. You, a mere human, making the Great Mammon feel butterflies in his stomach? Had you told Mammon this 100s of years ago that he would fall in love with a human, he would have laughed in your face and blew you off. But here he was, head over heels in love with you
He was already following you, since he was deemed your protector, and he took that title very seriously.
“Oi MC, stay close with me, that creep’s walking too close.” “Human, ‘ya need to let me walk with you every class, what if some no-good demon’s plannin’ something and I’m not there?!” “MC, stay away from that scumbag, I don’t like him being near you...”
Your safety wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a risk he would be taking like he’s playing a game of poker. No. He loves you, and he hasn’t felt this kind of warmth since his days in the Celestial Realm. If it means that he would never leave your side (and trust me, he’s not complaining), then he was happy about it. Ecstatic even. You were a pure soul and you made him smile everyday, he wasn’t willing to lose you by a longshot
He escalated from being a puppy to a growling rabid demon, baring his fangs at anyone he deemed a threat (which was starting to be an alarming rate of people, even people that you both personally knew). Mammon would always have some sort of grip on you, ready to pull you away under the guise that he was defending you. It got to a point where it just seemed like he was always on edge, just picking fights for no reason, and it got to the point where you confronted him about it. These people were your friends! They weren’t random demons trying to eat you alive, they weren’t trying to torture you for entertainment, and you are your own person! You’re not just some possession, and you’re not a child! You can take care of yourself-
He didn’t like that at all
You didn’t understand it, you’re a weakling compared to everyone here, and you wouldn’t make it by yourself (was Belphie not enough proof of that statement?!). You needed Mammon, and he was going to be there protecting you, whether you wanted it or not. He failed once, and got a second chance, and he wasn’t going to waste it. And if you didn’t want his protection, that’s okay. You’ll grow to live and love him soon enough
Many people forget that while Mammon does act childish and does rather stupid things at times, he is the second born. The second most powerful brother right after Lucifer himself. He won’t (or at least tries not to) do these acts in front of you, no. He knows how vulnerable you can be, you’re not used to seeing vicious acts like these in front of you, but he is. Your classmate that wanted to do a study date for a big test? He’s trying to curse you so he can hurt you Canceled last minute and unenrolled from the class next day. Beel’s teammate that asked you for your number? He obviously wants to get some inside info to harm you Bones broken beyond repair to the point where he couldn’t play Fangol anymore and left in despair (you were only trying to plan a surprise for Beel since he’s been working so hard). The demon that accidentally bumped into you on the street? He tried to attack you and Mammon stepped in before it got worse You personally saw what he was capable of before you begged him to stop. 
All in all, he’s the Avatar of Greed, it’s in his nature to be selfish. Before, he hated himself for how low his sin would make him feel, but damn did it feel good to indulge in it with it came to you
Leviathan
Out of all the bros to go yandere, he would be one of the worst to encounter. Good luck MC, cause you’re gonna need it dealing with his yandere side
Being that his sin is jealousy, it’s just a disaster waiting to happen. Why were you ALWAYS talking to his brothers and not him?! It’s not fair, it’s not fair!-
On top of that, he can be very manipulative, and he knows it. Whenever he talks down on himself, saying that he can understand why you would want to talk to other people instead of him. After all, he’s just a icky otaku who’s a worthless excuse for the third strongest brother-
Whenever he has this spouts, he knows that you’ll drop everything and come reassure him. You can always reschedule, he needs you now
With Levi, he knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can’t help it, and he doesnïżœïżœt care to. It took him so long to find real affection, and even then he still had his suspicions. You don’t really care for him if you keep trying to leave him, you don’t! Clearly, your love was just an act. If you really did love him, then wouldn’t you spend all of your time with him and no one else? 
He knew that you couldn’t physically be with him forever, you weren’t immortal after all. But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t spend your remaining time with him. You could switch to online classes like him, constant anime and TSL marathons, and you could even watch him stream live! That sounded like heaven (ironically) to him and it would make him beyond happy, so why aren’t you agreeing with him? You would do this if Mammon asked or even if your hex classmate begged you too, so why not do it for him?? Was he not enough for you?! He knew that someone would try to steal you, and there will be hell to pay
Another thing, Levi was smart. Granted, not as book smart as Satan, but he was smart and sly. Always being stuck in his room, it gave him the chance to be stealthy since no one ever expects him to leave (unless it was for a rare appearance at RAD for student council meetings or something he was actually excited for and wouldn’t shut up about it). This gives him time for what needs to be done: collecting some “personal souvenirs” for himself and getting rid of some scum
Levi is like Mammon, many people forget that not only is he the third strongest, but he is the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. They just don’t see him in this position of power because of his image as the shut-in otaku who fanboys over Ruri-Chan. But when he breaks out of that mentality, people should worry...
He doesn’t like to be super messy, his route is silent but quick. Doesn’t mean that it would be painless though, just quick and without much of a mess. Being an reptile/aquatic demon does have its perks, especially when it comes to using his venom
Levi, while he struggles with openly expressing his feelings, won’t have that much of an issue showing you how he feels. He may not be able to say it with words confidently, but he can definitely show you how he truly feels by never letting you go
Satan
Another one to where if he went yandere, he would be the worst to deal with
Satan, while he had a better handle on his emotions, still struggled from time to time. He is the Avatar of Wrath, and yes, you all didn’t feel like you had to walk on eggshells when conversing with him, it didn’t mean that you could just say or do anything
He still reacted in his angry ways, but it wasn’t nearly as ruthless as how it was before. For example, if you spilled something on him by accident, he’ll be just a little irritated, but after looking at your guilty expression, it would slowly drift away. He knows that you aren’t idiotic like some of his brothers , and it was you, he couldn’t stay mad at you no matter how much he tried. It would eat at him, anger turning into sadness, then clarity and understanding. And you were to thank for that
After the whole body swap fiasco, he gotten better with understanding emotions other than the usual fury that flowed through his body. And the ones that you would make him feel got him addicted, to say the least
Like Levi, he starts to understand that what he is doing can’t be right, but he doesn’t understand why. Satan, one of (if not) the smartest of the brothers, could not figure out what you were making him feel, until it finally hit him when you said the three words he desperately didn’t know that he needed to hear:
“Thank you so much, Satan! Seriously, I love you.” 
This feeling became much clearer now. This...was how true love felt? Like the ones that he read so much about? This was like a dream come true then. He, a demon that born from literal wrath, was receiving genuine love. Someone loved him, and he refused to let that go. 
He would occupy your time and space more, always offering to help you study for some tests or completing assignments, and even inviting you to come read with him. This was fine, it wasn’t an issue. 
What was the issue was how territorial he was getting of you. Whenever someone else wanted to hang out or just be in your presence, Satan would lose his cool. It would start out slowly building with him making snarky comments out loud, saying that they were boring you and wasting your time when you could be with him. Then it would lead to him lingering around, sticking close to your side by either grasping your hand or, if he was feeling extra possessive, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with him giving a threatening look at the offender. If none of these things were working however (Diavolo forbid if the person was ignoring him or even acting smug), he was ready to explode.
He didn’t want to scare you anymore than he already had. Satan knew that in the past that he used his reputation as the Avatar of Wrath to strike fear into people, including you when you first arrived here. But he was a new demon! He couldn’t make his anger or wrath go away, but he could control it and find new ways to release it instead of the usual rampages. And he wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t just the rage-filled demon, but a man that was more than capable of loving you
But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, let this person get off scot-free. You noticed how tense he was getting, and before you could even blink he already had them dangling by their neck. You could make out some of the things he was saying, “How dare you think you can take MC away from me?! I won’t hesitate to end your pathetic existence if you so much as glance at them-”. He could feel you tugging at him, pleading at him to please calm down and that you could both just leave-
Well, why didn’t you say so earlier MC? All of this could have been avoided if you were just with him this entire time instead of this filth. As long as you kept giving him this euphoric feeling and have him feeling like he’s on Cloud 9, then everything will be fine. A non-rampaging Satan is a happy Satan, and a happy Satan is good for you and everyone around. Just stay in his presence, just give him love, and everything will be peaceful.
Satan is not a merciful demon, and when he acts on his wrath it gets very gruesome. If you want people to keep their body parts attached and not scattered across the Devildom (and not find their bloody heart at your door since they wanted you to have it so much), then don’t stray away from him. When Satan is with you, he feels content with everything, and he doesn’t want that to change. He wants you to be happy with him like he is with you, and he won’t let anyone get in the way of that
You were the beauty to his beast, and he was going to get his happy ever after, even if he had to tear through and rip apart every single person in the way, one by one
Asmodeus
Getting the Avatar of Lust to fall in love with you is a feat that was rarely (if not ever) obtained. It was both a blessing and a curse
A blessing to where you got the treasured fifth born to show you just how much he appreciates you for you, and only wanted your eyes set on him. A curse to where he only wanted your attention, and was furious if your eyes wandered off him for a millisecond.
You knew how Asmo was, he lived for the attention, the spotlight on him and only him, with people announcing their undying love and affection just for him. But there was a glaring problem with this
Asmo wanted you announcing your undying love and affection just for him. He loved his fans, but he didn’t love them like he loved you, and that was a problem for him. You made him fall in love with you, so it’s only fair that you deal with it, right? It’s only fair to love him as much as he did you right? Really, you were the one that was suppose to be madly in love with him, not the other way around
It doesn’t matter what you answered, loving him was the only choice that you had. Your head should be filled with thoughts of Asmo, your attention only set on him, your pretty lips only speaking praises and “I love you” just for him, you should dedicated to Asmo and only Asmo
What did you do to make him fall so hard for you? He’s no stranger to having flings and the feeling of love in general. In the past, he’s convinced himself that he was in love with certain people, but it would never last, the “love” that he felt fleeting. So for you to make him feel this emotion, to feel this true love for so long and it not leave him yet frightened him so much. He wanted you to need him, to feel like he’s your very reason to breath, to live. 
And he hated it when other people took your attention away
Asmo definitely wasn’t the one to be messy (he still has to look his best and some pieces of trash was not about to change that), so he lets his charm do the job, literally. Who could deny his request when he tells them that they should just leave MC alone forever, and that maybe they should go pay Cerberus a visit if they’re so desperate for some attention.
All in all, Asmo is borderline delusional that loving him is by giving him your attention, always and forever. He loves you, and the bare minimum that you’ve been giving him (in his eyes) isn’t enough anymore. He deserves your love and affection at all times, even if it means that he would be the only person in your life, then that was even better. Your love was only fitted for perfection, and he was perfection, no one else
Beelzebub
Okay, so Beel is already the nicest brother out of the bunch, so I think he would be the least concerning yandere to worry about 
He’s already soft when it comes to you and his family, and he’s protective of you
He’s very, very protective of you
Beel, although he’s among the youngest, is one of the strongest physically. He’s muscular and the tallest out of the family. He doesn’t even need to open his mouth to threaten anyone, he can just stand there and stare menacingly in the background, and whoever was there would run for the hills 
He’s always around you, which isn’t a bad thing. All he does is eat (which he offered to share and even feed to you), make small talk, and walk with you to wherever you needed to go. Besides, to you Beel is a big cuddly teddy bear (just with really sharp teeth). He wouldn’t hurt anyone without reason. As long as no one was trying to take you away or hurt you, then everything was fine. 
He is willing to share you, but only with Belphie. He’s used to sharing with his twin, and he loved the both of you too much to be completely selfish with you. Plus, he knew that Belphie loved you too. This was the perfect reality for him: having you, his twin, and food. It makes him and Belphie happy, and they’ll make you happy along with keeping you safe
Now, if someone did have the courage to try anything with you, Beel would have no problems eliminating the issue. He’s a nice guy, but he won’t tolerate anything if it deals with his family. He’ll be conscious enough to where he won’t handle it in front of you, if anything he won’t even leave a trace. He’s the Avatar of Gluttony after all, he always has an appetite. 
Beel is a very understanding, but also very wary, guy. After the Fall and losing his baby sister Lilith and having Belphie taken too, he’s terrified that something can and is bound to happen to you again. He will be ready this time, he won’t take anything else as an answer. You’ll still have your freedom, and you can still hang around some of your friends (at least for now), but just know that Beel will always be around. He’ll be like your second shadow, and always on the go. He loves you, and he refuses to lose anyone else that he loves. 
Belphegor
This man was already yandere, let’s be real
After the whole situation happened and he was given a second chance to build a real relationship with you, he wasn’t going to screw it up. Believe it or not, despite his laziness, he was going to try his hardest to create a genuine bond with you. Actions speak louder than words after all, and he wanted to show you how much he’s changed. He was indebted to you, you gave him the chance to be with Beel again, and to get out of that cursed attic (even though he did kill you afterwards and was playing you like a fool)
Very possessive and very selfish. If he had to share, it would only be with his twin obviously. No one else was going to have you, and he would make sure that was a fact. After all, all he needed was you and Beel, no one else
Also like Levi, very manipulative. He doesn’t want to be that way, but if it keeps you by his side and no one else’s then oh well, he’ll get over it. If it has to be done, it has to be done
You don’t need to go to that party with Asmo, it’s time for your nightly cuddle sessions. Don’t go with that idiot Mammon, he wants his cuddles now. Why are you going with Diavolo and Lucifer? Are you forgetting what they did to him, what his dear older brother did to him to save face? See what you did, you made him sad, maybe if you take a nap with him and forget about everyone else he’ll start to feel a little bit better...
He’s lazy, but don’t take his laziness for weakness. If someone is really starting to become a bother, he’ll happily eradicate the threat. He’ll leave the body behind too, he wouldn’t feel like cleaning up. Plus, he would be proud of his work. Many people think that just because his sin is Sloth is that he’s a puny demon, but they also forget that he’s one of the most powerful demons to even grace Hell. And like Satan, he’s not very merciful. He won’t be as savage and bloodthirsty like him, but he’ll make sure that the problem goes in an agonizing way. 
MC, just know that Belphie loves you for you, and not because of the Lilith revelation. His words may not come across like he does, but what he doesn’t say with his words, he makes up for in action. I mean, you don’t have to worry about other demons being a pain because he’ll make sure that they’ll go away, and plus you can just stay in their room! Studies show that sleeping next to someone you love is super healthy and helps you sleep better in general, and who else is better for the job than him?
He’s going to prove to you that he really loves you, he’s not going to make any more mistakes, and he’s not going to have any more regrets when it comes to you, he’s going to make sure of that. No one is going to get in the way of the ideal dream: just you, him, and Beel. Not random demons, not the other exchange students, not even Diavolo. No one was getting in the way, no one. 
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readermishok · 3 years ago
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Top 20: my favorite interactive stories
Hello, guys!
Once I saw that one of my popular and mostly likeable posts was about IF, I decided to share with you my personal top of the best IF authors I have known. 
I read a lot of WIPs (work in progress) and finished novels since three long years, so I might recommend truly incredible stories. I apologies for adding pics and some additional info about my MC, but I wanted to bring spark of life into this top.
MC – Julia (deShanre), she|her.
I'll start with telling about quartet of works greatly affected on me. It was almost like
 living my second life. It felt so real, so vibrant. In the darkest times it gave me the strenght to meet the next day.
1. Samurai of Hyuga, Books 1-4 by Devon Connell (WIP, planned 7 books). Patreon. Buy Book 1.  Buy Book 2. Buy Book 3. Buy Book 4.
Samurai of Hyuga is a brutal, heart-pounding interactive tale. Prepare to enter the land of silk and steel, where fantasy clashes against grim reality, and where the good guys don't always win in the end. It's a harsh world with tough choices at every turn. Good thing you're the toughest ronin around.
My MC: Ronin, the master of the Jigoku Ittƍ-ryĆ«, The Sword Who Cuts the Heavens
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2. Fallen Hero by Malin Ryden (WIP, planned 4 books). Tumblr: @fallenhero-rebirth​. Patreon. Buy Book 1.
Become the greatest telepathic villain Los Diablos has ever known! Once you were famous; soon you will be infamous. That is, unless your old friends in the Rangers stop you first. Juggle different identities and preserve your secrets as you build new alliances and try to forget the friendships you've left behind.
My MC: Sidestep Puppetmaster:
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3. I, the Forgotten one by Bacondoneright (WIP, planned dilogy). No tumblr or Patreon|Ko-fi. Demo.
It has been five long years since the end of The Border Wars. Five long years without a purpose. Endlessly drifting around from one job to the next, serving your apathetic father only to receive no credit. Nobody in Kanton truly knows what you did. How you won The War, leading the armies of Kanton as a youth.
Nobody knows what it took out of you. Spending your formative years in war is not good for one’s outlook on life. Your emotions now lie behind a mask of stoicism. After all, all emotions do is cloud one’s judgement and wind up costing lives.
Nobody knows how much it hurt to be cast down from the throne and succession. To be disinherited, cast away from the family, and left aside to die.
My MC: The Marshal, the bastard child:
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4. The Exile by Pheo (WIP). Tumblr: @exilethegame​. Patreon. Demo.
You’re the ex-commander of the Kingdom of Plaithus, and your name is known by all. It used to be whispered in fear by your enemies, and the very mention of it could send men fleeing. Your people had cried it out in battle, swords raised in your honor as they faced death fearlessly. You were a hero, and to some, a legend.
Until you weren’t.
You can’t remember what happened. All that’s left are blurry faces, screams, and the feeling of blood on your hands. The only reason you still have your head is because of the pity of an old friend.
And now? It’s only been a year since the incident, and already things are going wrong again when a rather peculiar sorcerer offers you absurd amounts of gold in exchange for protection from
 well, that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t know.
My MC: the Commander:
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Shepherds of Haven by Lena Nguyen (WIP). Tumblr: @shepherds-of-haven​ Patreon. Demo.
Shepherds of Haven is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. In it, you play as a Mage living in a world where magic is outlawed and your people—those possessing supernatural powers—are oppressed and reviled. The world is ruled by humans who believe in science, technology, and industry: at best, you and your kind are nothing more than a fairytale, and at worst you are the state’s greatest threat.
My MC: Human Mage, gunner
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God of the Red Mountain (WIP). Tumblr: @friendlybowlofsoup​​​ Demo.
You are a spirit born of the Red Mountain–though you’ve run away from it long ago. You’d be content to stay away, too, if not for the mountain god who suddenly comes looking for you. But what purpose do they have? And what exactly is your end goal?
Based on East Asian myths and folklore, you play as a powerful, nameless spirit in a shifting world. As a being caught between death and life, you are connected to a stream of limitless power, and the more you are known, the more powerful you become.
However, your journey will not be so smooth. You have been cursed by powerful, malignant beings known as Foxes, and it’s only a matter of time before you fall from sanity yourself.
My MC: Owl spirit, human appearance
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The Bastard of Camelot by Rebelgirl (WIP). Tumblr: @llamagirl28​ Demo. Ko-fi.
Your child will be the undoing of Camelot. Born under an ominous prophecy, you are the incestuous bastard of King Arthur and Morgana Le Fay. Will you fulfill the prophecy, or rebel?
Be the villain they expect you to be, or the hero they don’t- be remorseful or unapologetic, make your destiny or be Morgana’s tool of revenge.
Arthur can’t have any more children, making you the sole blood heir, and sole other Pendragon. As a Pendragon, you have the power of dragons.
The Bastard of Camelot is a trilogy following Mordred as they become a knight of the Round Table, and save or destroy Camelot.
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The Seven Heirs of Ophaesia: Part One by (WIP). Tumblr: @fantasyfawkes​​​ Demo. Patreon.
The Seven Heirs of Ophaesia is a low-fantasy game set in a Renaissance-esque world where you play as one of seven heirs to a fictional kingdom rife with intrigue. As the King’s seventh child, you are a prince or princess of Ophaesia, a luxurious nation along the southern coast of Selanes. You are the first child of your father’s third wife, a woman hated throughout the realm due to the pervasive suspicion that she poisoned the previous queen, and her poor reputation taints your image in the eyes of the court and beyond. From your days in the palace nursery all the way to adulthood, you must navigate treacherous court politics and delicate foreign affairs while trying to find your place in the world — and your family.
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 Attollo by A.E. Jendryke (WIP). Tumblr: @attollogame Demo. Patreon.
After several years of radio silence, you receive a message from your younger sibling that carries a strange sense of urgency to it. Either out of familial concern, or boredom, you embark on a journey from your residence to your siblings apartment in New Hampshire to see what’s wrong and then get on with your life. Too bad it’s never so simple.
Deal with cults, interdimensional entities, and far too many people with superpowers (where, for once, you’re the odd one out) in your journey to bring your sibling back from an underworld far out of your control.
My MC: lawyer
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 Land of the Dragon (WIP) by Hilsee Foo. Demo. Last update was long ago... (crying)
Welcome to the Land of the Dragon! Here you shall experience an adventure in an ancient land, navigate court politics, forge friendships, and maybe even pursue romance if you so choose!
The Dragon Emperor sits upon the throne, as he inherited it from his father before him. But all is not well in the realm. In the provinces, an Uprising is gaining both strength and popularity. At court, the Elder Prince plots in secret to usurp his brother's throne. And within the Emperor's harem, the Empress and Imperial Consort vie for power.
As the Emperor and Empress' only trueborn child, you are at the centre of this power struggle. When all hell breaks lose on your 21st nameday, what will you do to find your place in this world?
All this, and more... In the Land of the Dragon.
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The Northern Passage by Kit H.J. (WIP). Tumblr: @northern-passage​ Demo. 
The Northern Passage is a horror fantasy CYOA, where you play as a hunter sent up north to investigate a series of missing people along the border and in the port cities of the Blackwater.
Working with your handler, Lea, you will travel north and discover that things are far worse than you ever could have imagined, and that there is something powerful lurking out in the deep, dark sea

My MC: Hunter
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 The Nameless by Parker Lyn (WIP). Tumblr: @parkerlyn​​ Demo. Ko-fi.
The Nameless is a low fantasy WIP that is character and romance driven, with your race (sheevra) loosely based on stories about the fey and other myths. Where deals are a weapon and a name is the most intimate secret someone can offer. You play as a sheevra investigating the city of Renescen after the complete disappearance of one of four sheevra Clans in the world, running across a ragtag group of both sheevra and mortalis along the way.
Will you find out what happened before it comes for you?
Mortalis appearance
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Virtue’s End by Crimsis (WIP). Tumblr: @virtuesend-if​​​ Demo. Patreon.
In a dark world overrun by monsters from the shadow plane, you exist as a hybrid monster hunter called a helvling, a human whose very soul has been Bound to one such entity. Travelling from warded settlement to warded settlement with your surly Keeper, Shea, you have the thankless task of defending the common folk against these horrors from Hel.
Usually, a fate such as yours is only reserved for the lowest of criminals, as penance for their loathsome deeds
 You wouldn’t know if your fate has been deserved, however, since upon completion of your Binding seven years ago, all former memories of your human life have been lost.
You’ve been moulded into a weapon by the Virtuous Order, trained to be an unfeeling and ruthlessly efficient hunter
 But is that who you are? Who are you, truly?
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A Tale of Crowns (WIP). Tumblr: @ataleofcrowns​​​​ Itch.
A Tale of Crowns is a high fantasy love story with Middle Eastern roots, both on pc as well as mobile! It’s entirely text-based, with choices throughout to shape both your main character’s personality and skills as well as influence their relationships with others. There are four love interests for you to choose from, both female as well as male, each with their own stories and secrets for you to uncover!
Crown of Arsur
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 Wayfarer (WIP). Tumblr: @idrellegames​ Demo. Patreon.
When your mercenary work backs you into a corner, you take the only option available and accept a contract: to travel to the city of Velantis and steal an ancient artifact said to be blessed by the gods. Simple, right?
But Velantis holds more than you bargained for. Gathering a ragtag party of malcontents and renegades from across the city, you must navigate enemy factions, meddling guilds, and escalating political tensions. Your choices will ultimately determine the city’s fate – and the fate of every person who lives there. 
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When Twilight Strikes by evertidings (WIP). Tumblr: @evertidings​ Demo. 
You are a bounty hunter. Responsible for taking in rogue supernaturals, you work for IAOS—the International Agency of Supernaturals—where, alongside your best friend and partner, you two have quickly become the best hunting duo of the branch. After a particular tricky hunt, you brief your boss, Caine Atheron, and come back to work the next day to find that he has mysteriously disappeared overnight, the company is now in the hands of his best friend, Sebastian Mai. And though no one else seems to question it, something tells you that there’s more to the story.
With bounty cases rising at an alarming rate and a second mystery unfolding, you and your ragtag team of allies set out to find the truth.
But as you go further and further, the secrets you uncover begin to make you question: who
 or what exactly are you fighting for? 
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Passanger by Pime (WIP). Tumblr: @the-passenger-if Demo. Ko-fi.
Do you like monsters? Do you think they are the best part of their respective movies, books, and shows? Then The Passenger might be the game for you.
The Passenger is a choice script work in progress in which you are an eldritch abomination that’s about to be devoured by another unthinkable creature. Good news is you are pretty crafty and know how to jump dimensions to escape your ghastly fate; bad news is, you’re now stuck on Earth, trapped inside a dumb human larva.
As years go by, you realize the amount of energy you need to leave this horrible dimension behind is a lot more than you anticipated. Not to mention the creature that almost ate you all those years ago never really stopped looking for you. But there’s no way it’ll pinpoint your actual location
 right?
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Scout: An Apocalypse Story by Anya (WIP). Tumblr: @anya-dev​ Itch.
It has been over a decade since a worldwide natural disaster obliterated the natural planet and decimated human civilization. There are small groups of humans still alive, fending for themselves, trying to create communities amongst the rubble.
You are a 24-year old scout living in a small community on the edge of the Orange Plains. You lost your mother and your sister before finding your way here. You are primarily an academic, and you put your skills to use on regular scouting missions. With your best friend and your scouting team leader in tow, your small group is a pillar of the Community.
On your first scouting mission of the hot season, you meet the leader of the People Across the Orange Plains. Will you break from the Community you have known your whole life? Ask a romantic partner to join you? Discover secrets that your own people have been hiding? Become a leader yourself?
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Body Count by Nell Bolton (WIP). Tumblr: @bodycountgame​ Demo. Ko-fi.
Your life isn’t going how you’d hoped. Despite having big plans when you graduated, you’re stuck in a dead end job and a crappy flat with zero romantic life to speak of. All until a friend convinces you to join the cast of a new reality TV show.
The premise is simple: 12 singles are sent to a villa on a tropical island and they live there together for a month. After 28 days, the couple who is voted by the other islanders as being most likely to withstand the test of time will win ÂŁ500,000. In addition, the couple with the highest body count will win ÂŁ500,000. Total prize pool? ÂŁ1,000,000.
In this context, “body count” refers to how many people you’ve slept with
 right? Well, that’s what you think when you sign your contract. Turns out, though, that not all of your fellow cast members will be using that definition to get to the prize.
Fall in love, win big money, solve some murders and try to stay.
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Project Hadea by nyehilism (WIP). Tumblr: @nyehilismwriting​​ Itch. Ko-fi.
You play as an OPERATIVE of Scytha Industries, a highly selective private security company. As their most elite Operative, you possess many skills and talents, not to mention top-of-the-line equipment - including your very own AI module, IVI.
This, of course, puts a price on your head. An AI module goes for billions on the black market; carrying one around in your skull is, perhaps, not the safest idea. Sure, you’re more than a match for anyone who might come after you - but no-one outside the high levels of Scytha knows about it, so you should be safe anyway, right?
Wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
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I do want to thank all these tremendously talented authors for creating such complex and beautiful worlds. I love it with all my soul.
Thanks for reading, I hope you will find story for yourself. I’ll gradually extand this top! 
Stay tuned.
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finalgirlbrainrot · 4 years ago
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sam and victim blaming
inspired by this post, because sam getting victim blamed for one reason or another has been a consistent pattern since s1 and I wanted to make a comprehensive list of all the examples I can think of. if you can think of other examples, please let me know
dean blaming him for john's abuse "maybe he had to raise his voice a few times, but you were out of line" (1x08)
john making excuses for the way he treats him and blaming it on him "walking away" (1x20)
john trying to split the blame for their failed relationship between both of them (2x01)
dean putting the blame for sam and john's failed relationship on sam (2x02)
dean telling sam that he has something evil inside him because he was force-fed demon blood as a six months old infant (4x04)
s5 is literally the Victim Blame Extravaganza with everyone and their mom blaming him for being taken advantage of and tricked into breaking the last seal and for ruby's manipulation
war being like "addiction makes you evil" and sam agreeing with him and saying that the problem isn't the demon blood or ruby, it's him (5x02)
one of the hunters who tried to force-feed him demon blood saying "come on, you know you want to it" and "there, was that really so bad?" (this scene is already plain awful and has extremely rapey vibes, so those lines just makes it even more disturbing) (5x03)
the wraith-nurse telling him that he's far too angry to be out there in the real world (5x11)
sam saying that he doesn't understand why he's angry at john, lilith and lucifer, even tho he has more than enough reasons to be angry at all three of them (5x11)
dean victim blaming and shaming him for wanting to escape an abusive environment and because his heaven didn't include memories of his horrible home life (5x16)
brady blaming him for being manipulated by azazel's minions and ruby (5x20)
dean getting mad at him because of his hallucinations (7x02)
dean blaming sam's mental illness for him lying about amy's murder and for almost getting them killed (7x07)
sam apologizing for being mad about amy's murder (7x07)
hallucifer saying that he can't get rid of him because he let him in / wanted him (7x15)
dean saying that he wouldn't have manipulated him with the amelia text if sam just trusted him (8x10)
dean's list of sam's sins "ruby, killing lilith, letting lucifer out, losing your soul" (8x23)
sam getting blamed for the apocalypse for the 816482th time (9x02)
the aftermath of the gadreel possession aka the Victim Blame Extravaganza 2.0. I'm not even gonna list all the examples because there are literally too many to count, but mainly every single character telling him to get over it, dean demanding that he get over it without even offering an apology or acknowledging that what he did was wrong, dean getting mad at him for saying he wouldn't do the same thing to him, etc...
demon!dean's grossly victim blamey speech about how everything wrong in his life is sam's fault (10x03)
dean's whole speech while trying to convince him that he deserved to die to fix dean's own mess (10x23)
toni asking him if it was good for him after mind raping him via spell (12x02)
dean blaming sam for him lying about jack's death and saying that it's because he knew sam couldn't handle it (15x16)
I wanted to keep this list pertinent to instances that happened in the show without including fandom stuff, because otherwise the list would've been endless, but I have to include this one: people getting mad at sam for his speech in 8x23 and turning it into him emotionally manipulating dean and not wanting dean to have any friends, when he's literally suicidal as a result of dean spending a season guilt tripping him, putting him down and verbally and emotionally abusing him
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jostepherjoestar · 4 years ago
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Ah I was sitting on this idea while waiting for requests to open! I loved your ask that had La Squadra meeting Risottos daughter from the future that got me thinking what if La Squadra had a memey s/o from present time? Would they ask lotta questions about the future and get confused when they speak in vine or tiktok references? 😆
La Squadra with a meme-y s/o from the future
gn reader // sfw
ahh that was such a cute ask and glad it made you think of this idea! thank your for requesting this and omg so so so so sorry it took so long, hope you’ll still enjoy it none the less! 💖✹ (you and your LS bf have a good comprehension of each other’s timelines and are used to traveling back and forth a bit :D)
Risotto
He knows the complications are endless and at times it all seems incomprehensible- having an s/o who can literally time travel; but your sheer knowledge of memes and the way you seem to effortlessly drop them into everyday conversation is astounding to him.
He doesn’t understand them that well, no amount of context or explaining will help. It’s simply a language he does not understand that well. And the memes or slang he kind of does understand, he just doesn’t find that funny. 
However, he will never actually find it a bother when you drop a few weird jokes. The way they make you laugh and sometimes even dry-heave from the hilarity makes him love you even more. 
In moments like that he’ll dryly let out a few slang words he remembers. You will never forget the time he let out a serious and deep “yeet” when you were already hysterically laughing, his addition might have made you stop breathing for a minute. It still makes you grin when you remember him shaking your shoulders and telling you to “breathe dammit!!”
Overall this man does not really get it or find it that entertaining himself, but he’ll gladly tease you and make you smile with the stuff he picks up. Risotto just can’t stop staring at your beaming grin.
Formaggio
Although he doesn’t truly grasp the layers of certain jokes or memes, Formaggio is your man! He’ll start using jokes and memes he learned from you and is so pleased when he makes you laugh with them. 
Formaggio is great at continuing a bit but once he loses interest he just...stops. Which is kind of perfect since your knowledge of vines is a lot bigger than those of tiktoks so those quick six seconds are easy to get the point across. 
He’ll still get some stuff wrong but he gets the gist of them. He loves annoying his teammates with his newfound references and they all can’t stand him. The second he opens his mouth with that smug look in his eyes, they all sigh in unison and prepare for the incomprehensible babbling that’s about to commence. 
The rest of the gang likes you but when you and Formaggio are hanging out at headquarters together, they tend to keep conversations quick because they know once you two team up, the suffering will never end. 
“Babe, wake up! New meme just dropped!” 
You two are a menace to deal with but god if it isn’t sickeningly cute and funny when he calls you his baby, his cinnamon apple!
Illuso
Don’t get Illuso wrong, he loves you but dear heavens you are on thin ice with him. He isn’t the most joke-y type, he likes a good chuckle but please do not oversaturate him with references he does not get. 
He has little to no interest in the videos you wish to show him and even less interest in remembering the ones he begrudgingly watched. 
At this point you’re allowed a couple jokes a day, he doesn’t count or literally prevent you from saying them, but you know each other well enough to see when he’s actually getting annoyed. 
To shut you up he’ll try and fluster you! He’ll look into your eyes so intensely as you continue talking about a meme, one eyebrow cocked and one side of his beautiful lips curled up into a smug grin. 
He’ll place a single hand on your cheek, his thumb gently swiping across it while the rest of his large hand and fingers rest on your scalp. As he hears you stumble over your words and can feel your cheeks heating up he’ll get in nice and close to your lips. Ghosting his over yours and placing a single kiss that you wish would last longer. That’ll keep you quiet for a bit 😌
He accidentally (re-)invents “that’s cringe” without your help. (he’s referring to you, sorry bestie)
Prosciutto
Why are you saying these weird words AT him? Why must you crease his brows even further?
Prosciutto’s patience is getting tested with you and your innate need for adding incomprehensible colourful commentary to everyday things and situations. He truly doesn’t get it and there is no amount of explaining you can do to change his mind. Even after the memes make even a little sense, he won’t find them funny.
He does love you, so much in fact, that he knows asking you to stop isn’t going to work and it wouldn’t be a fair thing to do. He sees how your smirk feeds into the satisfaction of landing a joke in your present time where most of your friends know what you’re talking about. 
However when you come around his part of the space time continuum, playtime is over. Well mostly. He does enjoy being a bit goofy around you, his snarky comments get a sarcastic edge that parallels your need for adding a fun flair to mundane things. 
The only time you made him laugh with a meme was when you kept repeating “i can’t believe you’ve done this” over and over while poking his cheeks during a playful mood. After a final poke, Prosciutto’s resolve finally breaking, he couldn’t help but snicker. With one final addition of the line, ever surprised by the wonderful sound he makes when he finally breaks, you stop and stare. Enamoured by your wonderful boyfriend and his gorgeous smile. 
Pesci
He’s the most supportive partner out there! Anything that makes you laugh and giggle, like the memes you keep showing him, fills his mushy heart with joy. 
Pesci will kind of get them? They all make sense in a way, but some of them just go above his head because of the layers of internet knowledge he does not possess. Although he really loves it when you show him stuff that reminded you of him.
đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș <-- his face the entire day after you show him cute pictures of animals and said they made you think of him. He’s just so in sickeningly smitten with you.
He’ll try out a couple of internet slang terms and blush really badly when they make you laugh. If Pesci could, he’d play your laughter on loop 24/7. Him baby, ok?
When the whole internet was debating their existence and that of every object because everything is cake, you quizzed Pesci on his cake-recognizing skills. He failed horribly, they all looked way too realistic and he might have had a small existential crisis. 
You playfully bit his wrist to show he wasn’t made of cake, planting some kisses along the sensitive spot. He shivered at your tickling pecks, relieved he wasn’t just a tasty confection and even happier that you’d love him regardless. 
Melone
Your meme comrade. 
The first mistake was showing him what the internet was like in your future timeline. He got so invested in its machinations and the entire culture surrounding it. He studied every single social media outlet. Every niche he could find only fuelling his curiosity. 
Pandora’s box has been opened and there is no turning back now. Not only does he get all the memes and vines you show him, he memorized them too. Melone will artfully display his knowledge in daily life when you’re around and show off.
Do you regret showing him? Maybe...but is it hilarious to hear him quote terribly long copy/pastas? Yes. Yes it is.
He will steal your phone so he can feed into his meme needs, saving the most fried up images that barely make any sense, to your gallery. You sorted the ones he saves into a special folder so you wouldn’t have to strain your eyes so much. 
It’s all fun and games until he starts referencing stuff during more intimate times. At first they made you laugh but as time went on you had to ask him to stop. 
Hearing Melone whisper “eeby deeby” while kissing his way down your neck might not be the mood you’d preferred. (hearing him sigh and say “so, no head?” was pretty hilarious tho)
Ghiaccio
To your surprise, once he understands the memes and gets the references, he becomes quite good at using them as well. Steering clear of the misspelled ones, of course. (one bad gloop might actually kill him)
Ghiaccio is such a big softie once he’s alone with you, letting his guard down and finally calm, not irked or stressed by his surroundings. 
He loves it when you show him new weird pictures you saved because they made you think of him. You don’t allow him to have a smartphone no matter how much he wants it (it’ll mess up sensitive time stuff) so when you’re scrolling through your preferred meme gathering app with Ghiaccio alongside you, he’ll point out ones and snicker a “that’s you”. 
It makes your heart melt how cute he can be with the stuff he picks out. Once he actually said “you’re baby” and you felt your soul leave your precious body as his cheeks turned redder than plush tomatoes in summertime. 
When he’s around the rest of the squad or in a more public setting, the usual stressors return. But with you around to offer quick witty jokes, things tend to become less focused on irritation. 
You are 100% sure you’ve heard him yell the famous words “AM I WRONG?!” during a heated argument with Melone. You had to leave the room to prevent worsening things, holding in your laughter and silently dying as you heard him rave on. 
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claire-starsword · 3 years ago
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Some observations about titans
Spamton won’t shut up about becoming a [big shot]. When he acquires the NEO body, he complains that it’s still so dark, that he must become bigger to escape the darkness, to reach heaven.
The word “titan” by itself implies a big and powerful creature. The titans are also likely linked to heaven according to Ralsei. His prophecy in chapter 1 says the heroes’ job is to banish the angel’s heaven by sealing the dark fountains. His prophecy in chapter 2 says that the opening of dark fountains will bring forth the titans, so they were probably this angel’s heaven, or at least part of it. This makes even more sense considering the context Ralsei brought this up. Noelle (who is surrounded by angel symbolism) felt tempted to open up a new fountain because the dark world felt better (heavenly) than facing the troubles of the light world.
Did Spamton want to become a titan then? Big enough to see beyond the darkness, which symbolizes lack of freedom? I don’t know how he would achieve that though, as we know little of Spamton’s deals, but more importantly, is this what Kris wants? Is that why they open fountain(s)? Some people have already pointed out that the titans have markings similar to save points. Despite Queen implying every lightner has determination and ability to make a fountain, so far only Kris has been able to interact with save points, even without player input, as they have save files at the start of each chapter. So there’s something special about them that could be related to the titans.
(unrelated, but has anyone else noticed that back in chapter 1 save points would say something like “a power shines within you” and now in chapter 2 is “you’re filled with [something]” like in Undertale? I don’t know if this means something but it feels worth noting)
Also what about entry number seventeen. Spamton is horrified of being in the dark, Seam also seems very dejected since their “view of the world has become darker yet darker”. Gaster on entry seventeen however seems interested in the darkness. Was it him who brought the darkness through his experiments? Is everyone’s lack of freedom in the dark because he’s the one pulling the strings, calling the shots, and making the deals? If so what the hell does this have to do with the fact he’s torn across space and time, and also fell into his creation? Is he scattered through the very world he created? Is that why he’s contacting us, to fix some mess he made? Or was falling into his creation his idea, and his followers only think it was a tragedy because they don’t know the whole story?
And why is he in the game over screen for the first chapter? If you give up on playing in that chapter, the world is covered in darkness. Maybe that’s because Kris or someone else will continue to open fountains and call the titans, much like Ralsei described. That implies only the red soul has the ability to close fountains i guess, again, despite other lightners having determination. And if Gaster made the connection for this red soul to enter the world, then he must want the fountains closed. Even though I was feeling so far he wanted the darkness. I give up on trying to pinpoint the goals of this man okay I’m just listing observations here at this point.
Final observation in fact. We know now that at some point Kris entered the Gaster bunker in town. This is likely related to their current situation of being possessed by the red soul. Before the red soul gets stuck with Kris though, it creates a goner vessel, which is then discarded. Monster Kid and Snowdrake are now thinking of entering the bunker. Is this how goner kid gets created?
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