#I LOVE YOU GOBLIN ANON /p

[androgynous-agent69]

info dump away!!! *grabby hands at your amazing writing*

Ohohoho~! Thank you dear anon! :3

So, this info dump is gonna be about the lore regarding my COTL fanfic mainly focusing on Leshy, Leon (my name for the Yellow Cat), and the other main Characters of COTL such as Narinder and the Lamb (and i even managed to add the Goat in as the Lamb's advisor(?), but i havent shown anything on this blog yet. Maybe soon, idk :p).

I'm only gonna be discussing the backgrounds and context of my posted story works and any essential still-private work that gives further context, because I'm too self-conscious about the rest of the still-private stuff, but what I will tell you is that the full story is mainly just me creating pages of either backstories, or building on relationships with Leshy and the others (such as when Leshy & Leon visited the coast area to hang out on the pier, discuss Leshy's background, and terrorise a few lighthouse cultists).

So, let's begin!

(WARNING: MENTIONS OF PTSD, CHILD ABUSE/HARM AND TRAUMA, VIOLENCE, GENOCIDE, AND SUICIDE BELOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

Starting off, I wanna talk about my most recent post, which is about Narinder trying to apologise for what he did to Leshy and the other Bishops.

I'll be honest, I do take inspiration from the stuff I see on tumblr, and when I came across THIS post of Leshy crying on Narinder (art by @wels-corner)

I suddenly had the urge to create a similar scene where Leshy begins arguing with Nari, which then slowly dissolves into a mental breakdown.

The whole "Shamura being essentially brain dead" isn't shown explicitly in that scene, but in the story there is a part where Shamura gets Leshy to chat, where they explain that trying to regain the Green crown will be useless as "the crowns will not accept a bearer who has failed" (failed = died/beaten by the Lamb). Leshy then begins to angrily panic and grabs Shamura by the shoulders to ask for more information, but Shamura's brain injuries then takes hold and they revert from "Bishop of war" to "elderly librarian who doesn't even know who their younger brother is, let alone their name".

Next up: The nightmare that Leshy has about Narinder's betrayal! Let's hear it for PTSD!!!

Jokes aside, I REALLY LOVED how this turned out, especially after all the tweaking I did to the story. The scene takes place after another part of the nightmare involving Leshy's regret and guilt regarding the Lamb Genocide, which is why it begins with "When you look back up", as Leshy looked down at the ground and tuned out the noises and sights.

I also did my best to make Narinder's words about each Bishop reference their injuries, if anyone noticed. Shamura was said by Narinder to "always be the smartest" resulting in their head and brain being caved in. Heket "always said such profanities", resulting in her throat being slashed. Kallamar always "eavesdropped", which made Narinder rip off his ears, and little kid Leshy in that scene was, what Narinder referred to as "a worthless spectator", which made Narinder rip Leshy's main eye out.

Final bit of the post I wanna talk about is that deerfolk mentioned at the start. the one that's twitching and makes "strange, savage noises". In that point in time, Narinder had created a basis for the resurrection spell, however it was not without flaws. While the soul re-entered the body, this body was not repaired of any decay, and as such, they essentially became zombies. The Lamb, however, managed to iron out the ritual's error, and thankfully caught it out before Narinder had to use the ritual on them after a botched crusade (thank heaven for that, imagine a crazed zombie Lamb o-o)

The next post of my fic is the one with Leon and Leshy casually talking, which happens near the start.

This scene has no real inspiration, it's just Leon and Leshy bantering. One thing I would like to talk about is the quote "Ugh, I forgot that fool actually got to your head...". My last attempt at this fic, Leon had a completely different personality. He was a hater of Chaos entirely and instead a devotee of the Lamb, whereas currently he is a former Chaos follower who, after the Lamb genocide and The Lamb's gaining of the crown, was forced by the other, higher ranking followers, to be sacrificed to Leshy. This was interrupted by said Lamb, who recruited Leon to the cult and the rest there is history!

This is important, because there's another part of the fic where Leshy finally reveals his wounds to Leon, who then gets a feline instinct to lick the wounds (inspired by the multiple artworks of this), which makes Leshy warn Leon that black ichor is deadly. This, however, makes Leon confused as only God's like the Lamb and the Bishops have black ichor blood, and Leon quickly puts two and two together.

Yeah, it ends in a rather depressing scene where Leon attacks Leshy out of sheer anger, and Leshy stops a knife that was going for his throat, only to grab Leon's hands around the grip, apologise, and pull the knife into his neck. But don't worry, because the Lamb revives him on Leon's wishes roughly two weeks later after he mentally recovered.

Finally, for those that bothered to read all this way (or just scrolled right down, idrc lmfao), have a reward through the form of the aforementioned scene above!

(BTW ignore the long ass "~~~~~"'s. Its just how I divide the 'chapters')

(Edits just fixing Shamura's pronouns, adding proper links, and fixing some grammar)

[biteofcherry]

I got mooooore! 🫠🤤🥵

1) If these two were to brawl/one-on-one fight/face-off/smackdown/fist fight without weapons, who would win and why? Enforcer!Steve (Cherry) vs Mob Boss!Steve (Touch of Darkness).

2) Who would ruin a p*ssy more and why? Alpha!Ari (Bad Moon Rising) vs Dom!Ari (Ruby Garden).

3) Who would the Kindergarten Students love more and why? Kindergarten Teacher!Ari vs Kindergarten Teacher!Nick.

-Evil Goblin Anon (You gave me a nickname. Bwahahaha! 🤣)

Evil goblin Anon never rests 😜

Enforcer!Steve. I mean, dark mafia Steve is very dangerous and skilled, but enforcer Steve is a literal mercenary assassin. It would be a quite even fight, but theoretically enforcer Steve has a higher chance of beating the other.

See, there's a certain problem with this ask - ruin pussy how? If we're talking pure penetration fucking, then Alpha!Ari. For the knot alone. Also stamina. But if we're talking about all components of ruining a kitty, then Dom!Ari wins, because the mfcker is a wicked man who has all these implements and ways to make you ache and drip without even sticking it in. Alpha!Ari is too impatient to edge you for hours, or use toys on you.

I'm sure kids adore Nick and love when he says things that other adults say are inappropriate for their age to hear, but Ari is that teacher who is so warm and fun and compassionate. The kids can climb him, but also do arts and crafts with him, and he's great at fixing dolls. So teacher Ari gets more love and hugs.

[trippygalaxy]

About Me Info!

Hello! I'm Trippy but Galaxy works too! More info under the cut!

Welcome Welcome! Pleasure to have you here! :3

Heads up! This blog is a mixture of a writing, art and personal blog which i intend to keep that way. I have masterlists for both my art AND my writing which you can check out, but I don't intend on switching all of that over to a new account.

I AM CURRENTLY IN HIGHSCHOOL! So that is my TOP priority. So please, do not be rude or snappy if I don't get requests out as quickly as you want. I also consider myself a slow writer so do keep that in mind as well!

With that out of the way, I'll tell you more about myself!

My Pronouns are They/She, I really don't mind which one you use as along as you address me as both!

I identify as a Bisexual Demi-girl! If either of those terms make you uncomfortable, you can block me and get out.

I was born and raised in Canada! No I can not speak french, no I don't eat poutines but I do really like Tim Hortons <3 Donuts are fire frfr /lh

I'm a minor! (17) So PLEASE keep that in mind when sending me asks/requests or just interacting in general!

I'd like to consider myself a writer and an artist! I make a lot of stuff for both my oc's and fandoms I'm in! Though I do like to make art a BITTT more than writing hehe

Interests!

My current hyperfixation is DEMON SLAYER List Of Other Fandoms I've Been In! Undertale, Critical Role, God Of War, Hades, Stardew Valley, Cup Head, Detroit Become Human, Sallyface, Spiderman PS4, Subnautica, LOZ (aus) and Drawfee (probably forgetting some ngl-)

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I love learning about different mythologies and folk stories! I also really like crystals (cause their pretty and cause I find their 'abilities' interesting) and have quite a few in my room rn. You will also see me gushing A LOT about dnd and my oc's so keep that in mind!! OOH OH!! I ALSO RP!! I have a different blog for it but I have a few mutuals on here that I roleplay with! Its very fun!

FAMILY TREE????

Yeah so, I just got adopted one day?? and then I got kidnapped into a group of other really cool people?? Not complaining tho <3

@magpie-sherlock -> birb parent @treasure-goblin -> Sibling! (Also a child of Locky) @spicy-seaweed -> Big sibling/sister! (Not a child of Locky! I made myself their little sister MWAHAHHAH) @plzleavebeealone -> Big Sib!!! (Birb child AND kidnapped by me <3) @vio-starzz -> MY TUMBLR SPOUSE /P!!!!!

@skyward-shade -> Tumblr Husband /p!!!!

@isasan347 -> Tumblr Wife!!! /p!!!

@yourlocaltreesimp -> Tumblr Spouse <3!! /p

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#trippy talks -> Just me rambling! I try to keep this rant free but be careful, i might have forgotten to delete old ones

#trippy talks dnd -> Pretty obvious! Dnd ocs, my dnd campaigns and other things like that!

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#trippy going feral -> UHHHHH....Okay so I have a tag of me just being a simp-- SO BE CAUSTIOUS AND DONT JUDGE ME IF YOU GO THROUGH THIS!

[baladric]

H,P,T,W,Y for the writer ask thingie!

ouuu thank u, anon!!

H: What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel?

this doesn't feel like a particularly thoughtful answer, considering that most of my interaction on here is from the tge fandom—but hands down it's the goblin emperor! so few people have read it, but i really think it does about a million popular narrative with this very understated skill that makes me warm and also emotional every time i really sit with it. like? unreliable narrator? kindness as praxis? found family? unaddressed but (to me) noisy queer allegories, as well as disability allegory and hella diaspora?? it splits the uprights on so many levels and i actually wish i was a little less in love with it so i could recommend it to people recklessly

P: What’s your biggest writing flaw?

mmm understanding and voicing conflict between characters. the more nuanced and multifaceted the conflict, the worse i am at it—which is extremely annoying, considering the shit i'm currently trying to actualize lmaoooOO, thing's got the most complicated goddamn character dynamics i've ever even dared to put my lil hands on and it's a STRUGGLE

T: Do you believe in writer’s block?

as my therapist loves to remind me: two things can be true! so on the one hand, yes, i absolutely believe in writer's block, bc i feel it regularly like a literal brick wall between me and my writing brain. but on the other hand, that block is always, always born from other circumstances—stressful life changes, bad sleep, hot weather making my blood pressure fucky. so on a deeper level, i mostly just believe life is hard and all things exist in a constant state of flux—including your creative energies and the quality of your focus.

W: Are you a planner or a pantser? Or somewhere in between?

mostly i'm a pantser bc if i think about a project too hard, i tend not to finish it—except for the current project, which is loosely sketched out by necessity of it being fucking long and us not wanting to get lost in the weeds while hammering our way through drafts

Y: Are your characters based off of people you know? Yourself? Or no one at all?

several of my oldest OCs were re-skins of pre-existing fictional characters i loved, meant for use in online text-based RP forums! they've since evolved so densely that they no longer resemble their source characters at all, but their origins make me think a lot about the consistency of derivation. like, i don't deliberately make my own versions of other characters anymore, but nobody creates in a vacuum etc etc and i think there's always aspects of characters that have had an impact on a creator within their original characters—as well as aspects of the creator themself. could outline a really alarming number of examples here, but i'll spare us all the experience of reading my exegesis on learning that i myself am autistic from my own original character

get to know the writer!

[izusun]

ALRIGHT I'M THE ANON WHO SENT THE STRIPPER AU SO IM DUMPING ANOTHER AU THAT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH ONTO YOU (don't ask where it came from lmao)

Basically, quirkless Izuku gets a vibe check early in life when he realizes that his mom is really struggling to survive after his father walked out (no I'm not projecting onto him shut up-). Through middle school he slowly comes to the realization that capitalism sucks actually, especially when you are or are related to someone quirkless.

The sludge villain incident happens relatively as normal, only this time after rescuing Katsuki he fucking snaps at the pro heroes on the scene, then goes home without running into All Might. He does a bunch of research on pro hero scandals, losing that hero fanboy mindset as he goes along, but also does research into vigilantism and pre quirk media, discovering an ancient European pre quirk tale about a figure who robbed the rich and gave it back to the poor and needy.

Now he's on the streets as the vigilante "Robin Hood" who robs corrupt heroes and politicians and then uses that money to preventatively stop crime (donating to homeless shelters, giving it to various community centers for addict recovery programs, etc; he'd also stop any crime he happened to come by on the way to and from heists). He may or may not collect various other teenagers in his band of Merry Men all while Izuku dodges around telling Katsuki what he actually does all day (yes Kaachan's the Maid Marian stand in fight me).

TLDR; Quirkless Izuku becomes the vigilante "Robin Hood" thanks for coming to my TED talk-

- Goblin anon (I'm claiming it now, it's mine)

HI GOBLIN ANON!!! your au dumps in my ask box are always welcomed and loved!! sorry for the late reply hnsnsns, my lectures just ended

quirkless + vigilante midoriya who gave up on the hero system IS my fave trope, i’m not even joking. and this au??? this is just godtier!!

i have a thing for midoriya snapping at the heroes during the sludge villain incident. to set up the mood, i’d like to just unpack that scene for a bit.

ok sure there are many things that probably happened behind the scenes during that incident, such as them calling for more equipped reinforcements to take down the villain, but i think that they should have also done more for bakugou. like at least buy time to ensure he wouldn’t suffocate or, idk, strike a deal with the the sludge villain because their priority shouldn’t have been apprehending him but should have been saving bakugou. so imagine midoriya thinking the same thing i did. the torch he carried for heroes have dwindled over time and this was the breaking point.

imagine him growing up, accepting that sometimes the society just turns its back on you because you’re quirkless. imagine him thinking that there are certain thresholds only the quirked individuals would ever get to cross. imagine him thinking that being a hero really is only for bakugou and not for him. then-

then midoriya sees this powerful and strong individual who he kept looking up to at the hands of the same villain who also almost killed him, choking and panicking because the heroes are not doing anything. he thought that heroes only do nothing when you’re quirkless, but apparently they also do nothing to people like bakugou. bakugou who has a perfect quirk and a smart mind and who’s so so young. bakugou who the heroes aren’t even helping.

and midoriya snaps. he snaps because heroes do nothing to everyone. he thought he was the anomaly because of his pinky toe and everything, but no. the hero system is just fucked up. so as he ran towards bakugou and hurled his bag on the eyes of the villain, he thinks the hero system failed us but i will not. and he thinks i will not be a hero because i do not want to be like them. and he thinks i am here.

and so he saves bakugou and the heroes berate him for-? for what? for doing their jobs? he laughs maniacally and goes off. he spills his anger, spills the way it took a puny, quirkless middle school boy to save the day, and people are watching. people are watching the way he is screaming and opening his heart and pouring and pouring everything he never would have said, and the heroes are silent. they are silent as they listened. all of the them were.

people filmed this exchange, posted the videos they took online and then even more people listened to him. and midoriya sees this huge response and support; he sees the way people agreed with him so it helped him push his plans forward.

and so he does many many research and opens up several cases against slimy heroes and billionaires, and boom, he’s japan’s robin hood.

OK BUT we can’t have vigilante midoriya without dadzawa. LOVE ME SOME DADZAWA. and maybe parental tsukauchi because i love these two just trying to help this little vigilante who is too angry at the world who failed him, but never fighting the world back. they care for their little vigilante who shouldn’t be awake at the crack of dawn, busting out villain groups upon villain groups on his own. they care for their little vigilante who is becoming too popular.

so popular that even villains are looking for him. and maybe there would be an altercation between the LoV and midoriya, and who else would save him if not for dadzawa (and tsukauchi)?

also i’d like to imagine that bakugou too was moved by midoriya’s explosion of a speech. he’s taken aback and goes “huh, he’s right.” so he tries bridging their relationship back and midoriya always loved his friend so he accepts AS LONG AS bakugou does not cross him. because even if the hero system failed midoriya, as long as bakugou, who’s willing to change, still wants to become a hero, then there is hope in changing the hero system from the inside. to reshape it to how it should be.

and so bakugou enters UA and is more open (he’s in therapy) to everyone compared to canon (although not as much, still), and almost has a heart attack when aizawa pulled him aside one day, in the middle of the term, and asked if he knew who robin hood is. of course bakugou’s a master liar so he says no but aizawa is squinting his eyes at him.

also imagine: midoriya recruiting shinsou (they’re apparently from the same help group and they met up one night when midoriya saved shinsou from middle school bullies who cornered him and berated him even if he’s already in UA) and bakugou accidentally recruiting hatsume because she saw that someone changed some of his hero gear and she wanted to meet the smart genius who did it (it’s midoriya).

so midoriya’s circle grew from bakugou to now with the addition of aizawa, tsukauchi, hatsume, and shinsou.

(it probably would expand more because midoriya would stumble on this juicy information about the number 02 hero, endeavour but that’s for next time!)

AHHH ok i’m gonna cut it here because it’s getting too long BUT I LOVE LOVE THIS dhaksjwk

THANK YOU SO MUCH, GOBLIN!!!

[the-gay-goblin]

*leaves a box of chocolates at your door with a note that reads "you are most definitely attractive" and walks away*

*states confusedly at the box of chocolates and slowly takes it*

[sensitiveheartless]

(crime crossdressing dazai anon) I'm gonna claim the moniker of goblin anon bc that is easier to type and i am on my phone :p

Anyways you know the drill, more ADA Chuuya brain rot

1) In case I didn't make it clear last time, Atsushi and Kyouka are absolutely adopted into the Nakahara family. Kenji is kinda adopted too, he's kinda like their cousin.

2) Dazai got really into finger weaving and sewing (cause he's gotta be able to do some of the chores, he can't cook, he'll set water on fire) and makes things for people.

3) Dazai and Chuuya are both emotionally constipated idiots, so they show affection through gifts: Dazai with plushies he claims he finds and Chuuya with food. Ryuunosuke and Gin have matching Umbreons: Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way and her boyfriend Draco Malfoy.

4) Fukuzawa knows that both Dazai and Chuuya are ex Port Mafia (as does Ranpo, bc of course) because they told him at the beginning. Because of that, they're often sent on the more legally grey missions, where they would have to skirt the law a lot.

5) Chuuya and Kunikida actually don't get along. Chuuya tends to puts his family and loyalty above his morality, and Kunikida usually puts his Ideals over everything else. (This causes a lot of problems when it's revealed that they were Soukoku)

6) In order to go undercover, Dazai got them new names... while drunk... so legally they are Dazai Chuuya and Nakahara Osamu. They joke that they're married (no one really wants to be the ones to tell them that it's not a joke anymore). Ango is slowly going insane.

7) Related to last post, Dazai doesn't like Mori, but understands he's good for the city in the long run and is willing to keep his grudge to petty annoyances. Chuuya will kill Mori on sight. Chuuya is not allowed at the treaty meeting (he does sulk about this).

8) Chuuya doesn't gain control of Corruption when he joins the ADA, but he extends the amount of time he can be in Corruption before he starts hurting himself. (He also didn't join the ADA at first because he was afraid of being backstabbed by another organization)

9) Finally, to leave off on a gut punch, Chuuya was the one to bury Oda :)

KSDFJSKDFJSD goblin anon please know that last one killed me, WHY—CHUUYA HAS BURIED ENOUGH PEOPLE but oh man. I love all of thissss, I can totally see Chuuya and Kunikida clashing tbh, Chuuya does not have ideals in the same way as Kunikida does—also I'm weak for the Nakahara family aaaaah also soukoku WOULD sort-of get married and then just continue on as usual lololol

[saintobio]

hihi i know you're tired rn so you can just read this ask as something that would help your mind to focus on smth else from the rude anons or read this later on :P or u can don't read at all, idm! i feel like it's quite angsty dioshsksnsjdhddd

“You wanna hear a secret?”

“…”

“I don’t think I can love you the same way I loved my first wife. Even if you try your best, she was everything I wanted in life and the only woman I could ever offer my heart to. She’s irreplaceable.”

what if gojo says this to utahime after yn already passed at the end of sy because of a heart attack? maybe this is the convo gojo is going to have with utahime regarding their relationship and how to move forward after this. i have a feeling that there's a "but" after that quote ends, maybe it's gojo saying that he loves utahime differently, just not the same way as when he loved yn.

i think yn will get a heart attack when she's alone. just a thought, at the time she collapses is when gojo and utahime are getting married at a venue and sachi's there (because he's gojo's son after all why wouldn't he be there). toji and yn are not together anymore, so yn is left alone at home. the stress on her heart was too much for her to handle anymore, causing her to get a heart attack but nobody is there to help her. her last thought before she lost conscious is "im all alone" and "im sorry sachi".

ok and then after yn passed, gojo falls asleep on his bed due to exhaustion but then he dreams of yn. yn telling him that she loves him, yn telling him goodbye and to have a happy life (all of this happening while saturn by sleeping at last playing in the background cuz yea angsty!) then at the end of chap14, in his dreams, yn waves at him and walks away while gojo watches her leave.

this is a parallel to the ending part of twin flames by mgk:

go to sleep [gojo asking yn to rest easy eternally]

i'll see you in my dreams [gojoyn's final closure in gojo's dreams]

this changes everything [facing the reality that yn is not alive and on earth anymore]

now i have to set you free [gojoyn saying goodbye to each other and walk different paths now –> gojo continue living his life while yn meets her mom in the afterlife]

ok and then in the epilogue gojo moves on, grows old and then he dies and reunite with yn in the afterlife.

see you later (ten years) by jenna raine:

cause time wasn't in our favour [yn dying suddenly]

this isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later [them waving in his dreams was just like " goodbye, see you later in the afterlife "when it's gojo's time?]

...

the memories won't go away [memories gojo had of yn being alive]

i feel pain every time i hear your name [when people talk about yn in past tense, in front of gojo]

oh no why is this giving the-ending-scenes-of-the-red-sleeve/ goblin vibes... hope you enjoyed this little angst, saint!!

oh noooo u guys complain abt too much angst but you all love giving me angsty ideas 😭 that’s a rly great theory tho !!!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Hey mom 😌😊😊 How have you been?

I have just seen the funniest and adorable shit at the same time today 😍

Okay, so as you know i am a med student and I was posted in the OBGY ward today. Everything was going great, it was nice and calm when suddenly a patient goes into labour and she is rolled out to the delivery room

And the thing is somehow the student room is almost next to room for delivery. So when we went for our break, we could hear the woman screaming threats to her husband and they were the most creative and ridiculous ones. My favourite one was " IF YOU DO THIS TO ME ONE MORE TIME, I WILL DILATE YOUR D**K AND MAKE YOU GIVE BIRTH" 😂😂😂

P. S She has 4 kids prior to this

With love 💕😘,

Japan manager anon

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 ok but as a person who has delivered two children, I can attest that nothing is more painful than a friend crotch goblin exploding from your vagina 🤚🏻 after my second one I literally ran to get my tubes removed because there was no way I was pushing another Demon out. Love them but God it's wicked 🥲

I specifically remember swearing alot and one of the male doctors said "that's quite the vocabulary you have". I looked him dead in the eyes and said "if you don't like it LEAVE!" 😅

[idjitlili]

You underestimate my power.

Jareth x reader.

This is anon request. (Not my image)

Summary: Imagine wishing away your pet by accident, and having to complete the labyrinth, only for Jareth to sprain his ankle...

Word count:1456

Warnings: Surprise guest.

A/n:Sorry this is short.

You had not planned on a trip to the Labyrinth, it was the heat of the moment, your pet had been winding you up relentlessly, and you had snapped. Snapped meaning you had wished them away to the Goblin king

Nor had you meant to anger Jareth; simply by getting through his Labyrinth at super speed.

Well,  until you started making your way through the forest when Jareth appeared. His attire the same, tight pants, big hair. "Jareth," Softly speaking his name, as he had made you jump with his sudden appearance.

His hands hands on his hips, as he went to walk towards you , only for his foot to roll outwards, him letting out a Yelp of pain as he towards, unable to save himself he had almost face palmed into the mud.

You however, had rushed forward grabbing his forearms saving his fall, his blue eyes looking back into your e/c ones, looking down at his feet, his left foot barely on the floor.

He clearly could not put pressure on his foot, you had pulled him gently towards a tree, to get him to sit down. “I don’t need your help.”

“Shut up, tight pants, sit down.” Jareths face scrunched up in annoyance, allowing you to help him to the dry mud and grass, his back against the hard bark of the tree. Letting go of his hands, making your way to his injured foot.

Jareth had watched as you grabbed underneath his calf, lifting his leg from the ground.

“May I?” It is always a good idea to ask for consent before doing something, especially if it has to do with someone’s body, definitely a king that could snap your neck. Always ask.

“Yes.” His voice so quiet, you almost didn’t hear him, his eyes avoided yours when you looked up to him, with a small smile.

Yes Jareth didn’t give the best impression, but it all felt like a show, you felt bad for him, he had no one but the Goblins. It was kinda of honourable that he took the children, that got wished away, such as it were he was saving the children from people that did not want them.

Slowly pulling the boot of his his injured foot, you found a small sock, his foot little for a man, place his foot down gentle. Shrugging off your jacket, folding it up, to place under his foot. Jareths eyes stuck onto you the whole time, the little touches , from your fingers sending sparks up his leg.

“I suggest no heels, when in the forest, I think you look bodacious in them, but they simply not suitable or this landscape.” Your voice was calmed as you gave a gentle squeeze on Jareth’s leg, before making your way to sit next to him. You hadn’t seen the blush upon his cheeks that worsened by the physical contact.

You weren’t worried about making your way to the Goblin city, you were already so close 7 hours left still, you figured you had some time.

“Why aren’t you carrying on? You didn’t have to help me?” Your shoulders touching,,turning your face to look at him as did he, his eyes searched yours for answers.

“I’ve got time, you can rest for a while, and I’ll help you back to your castle after,”

“Why would you help me? After I put you through my labyrinth?”

“Don’t be like that, I did that, if anything why wouldn’t I help you, like you don’t save all those unwanted children, I know you care, you’re not evil, not at all.” Not that Jareth would admit it, but his heart-ached, he hadn’t had anyone care for him in years , hundreds even. His throat dry, as he tried to hold back a sob.

Your smaller hand making it’s way, into his as you squeezed his cold hand, a few seconds before he interlocked your hands properly. A small smile tugged at his lips, for years he tried to his hardest to show his worthiness to those that entered his labyrinth. Every single one had rejected his advances until now. His stomach twisted , at the thought of being loved, though he was scared to do anything about it.

He didn’t know that you thought he was quite a catch, those butterflies erupted in your stomach too, at his touch.

“If I make it through your labyrinth-“ The feeling was gone, Jareth’s heart dropped. “will you still be able to come see me?” Your face flushed pink, embarrassed to be so forward, Jareth had to sit forward, hand still tightly in his, to look at you properly, just in case you were playing a joke. Concluding you weren’t, he had grinned down to you.

“Only if you wish me too, I can only leave here if your feelings are true.”

“I-if I love you?” Jareth’s head snapped towards you, looking down at you lap, watching your thumb rub the back of Jareth’s soft skinned hand.

“Do you?” How could you after six hours, but you had read the The labyrinth more than a dozen times, always you felt drawn to his character. Jareth’s voice soft, as if he wouldn’t be surprised if you just told him no out right, the feeling of rejection was not new to him.

“...I-I’m not completely certain, but if I did, would you?” You looked at Jareth, as he looked at you , your heart pounding your chest, you were only here because your pet had been misbehaving all day, and within 6 hours you had developed a crush on the Goblin king.

“Yes, yes I would.” Looking into his mismatched pupils , him looking into yours, his pale hand made its way up to your flushed cheek. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to him, your lips almost touching. You felt your lips graze over his-

"Hello, there." A man had interrupted you, Jareth’s hand dropped from your face as you had turned to face the familiar face, you recognised deeply, this beard trimmed , his hair blond and long. A metal object upon his belt, his shoes brown leather, his eyes the colour of the ocean. He had just popped out of ground, like a female dwarf, a Darrow dam.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Jareth was confused on the appearance of the strange man, he had went to stand stand up, but instead you had helped him, trying to prevent the pressure off of his sprained ankle.

"Master Kenobi!"

Jareth’s mouth gapped open in shock; as you smiled at the strange man waving, as he did the same. “You know this man?” Jareth was more than confused.

“Yeah, he’s a Jedi, the best, he’s here to help.” Obi-wan had made his way over, taking your place, you going to other side of Jareth, even with Jareth’s resistance. “That’s right, now we must hurry, because my dinner is getting cold.”

Before you knew it, all three of you made it to the Goblin castle, the Goblins allowing you past, only due to Jareth saying so.

“Well, this is goodbye little ones, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintances.” With that Obi-wan was gone,you and Jareth continued on into his castle.

“Did that really just happen?” Your voice unconvinced with what you had just saw, even though both you and Jareth had seen him.

“Maybe, we just ate shrooms?” You had snorted at him, making him to turn his head at you and laugh. “I’m 100% , I didn’t , I’m starving , I would’ve remembered, next time you should have a buffet.” Jareth had smiled at you, finally making it to his throne.

Helping Jareth into his chair, it wasn’t even seconds before your pet came running to you, sitting on floor, to pet them as they excitedly ran about. Jareth had cleared his thirst gaining your attention, a grin on his face, as he gestured for you to go sit with him on the throne.

Sitting gently on Jareth’s lap, your pet again came running, sniffing at you , and then Jareth. “This is y/p/n.” Jareth had weary went to pet your pet, you had ushered that is fine, your pet was friendly with some.. people.

“Uhm, Jareth?” Your voice soft as he now concentrated on your pet, honestly you were surprised they and him were okay with eachother, Jareth had turned to look at you briefly nodding his head.

“I love you.”

[jrueships]

Oh please share all your thoughts regarding kyle/Demar. Im desperate for content too. Also, can you share that flop video? Their last game was 3 months ago cus Kyle didnt play in the one last month.

OOOOOOH okay YEAH that's what i was THINKIN!!! that the flop video HAD to be the one from 3 months !! YEAH okay YEAH my thoughts EXACTLY YOU OMNOMONO-S M A R T , anon !!!!!! I don't think this sentence made sense but whatever we move

HERES the flop vid!! Notice the tie and the quarter LOL klow RUTHLESS to his mans lol!

AS FOR MY THOUGHTS ON THEM...... let's Talk.

They sure do love taking turns staring at each other in manic Lust huh. Hashtag just guy things Girlpower !!!

FIRSTLY uh hmm WELL i think they are.. just such an Iconic ship like TRULY the BLUEPRINT. Even in a nonshippy sense, the way they tell each other i love you i love this man i love kyle he's my guy i'd run through 15 brick walls for him i love demar he's my best friend LIKE.. it's REAL it's an UNABASHED bond!!!! They are CLOSE! they LOVE each other they CARE for each other!!! SOOO much!!!!!! THEIR POWER... UNLIMITED! and of course serge tryna pit bad bitches against bad bitches in his how hungry deebo guest vid; he recognizes REAL!! Not just delusional TUMBLRINAS realize their INFLUENCE but like! Everyone does!! IT'S SO ELEPHANT!!! IT'S SO THERE!!! love that for them!!! And i think them being so 'popular' and loved scares me off from privately publishing any writings not ONLY bcs i don't wanna DISAPPOINT people that follow em religiously down to a T, but bcs like! KYLE/DEMAR SO GOOD!! i don't wanna TAINT it with a thought process that can be COMPLETELY wrong from the source! I CANT DO THEM LIKE THAT!!! You know like i LOVE THEM because they're TRUE LOVE but i also HATE them because they're TRUE LOVE like! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY OTHER THEN 'it's true love baby!!' Because it IS! it's so GOOD and DEEP and COMPLEX and i LOVE that but my brain NEEDS to be able to simplify things down to lil bounceable points so i can understand it better but i CANT?? i can't let my brain DO that to something so HUGE and AMAZING????? The way they INTERACT is so DYNAMIC and fun and full of LIFE and!!! 1 U DONT EVEN HAVE TO GO INTO GOBLIN MODE TO VIEW EM & POINT OUT LITTLE THINGS TO. PROVE THEY ARE IN LOVE LIKE! they just ARE everyone can SEE can KnOW its so STRONG!!! They're my og favs for a reason but i also Hate them for that reason..... gay people

FOR DEEPER THOUGHTS ON THEM THO.. ACTUAL ANALYTICAL THOUGHTS BESIDES 'theyre gay. They're husbands. We win!'

This is from a lil note in one of my MANY unpublished kyle/demar fics to help keep me on point, SO if i ever DO sum up the courage and publish a fic that kinda hints to this idea, you guys WILL act SURPRISED and HAPPY at this BRAND NEW UNEXPLORED IDEA into kyle/demar lol (it gets touched upon a Lot in the kyle/demar owner player fic which is ALSO very long and WILL be hidden from the general populace )

BUT TO ELABORATE UHHHMM hmm so like

People HEAR kyle. People hear his shouting, his demanding, his AWFUL jokes (deebo: the chips are down kyle: like? Potato- potato chips? *extends pop bottle microphone closer to demar's interview*), his loud laughter, his unnecessary SOUND effects with his unnecessary physical COMEDY ( s T O M P I N. wiTH. the. BIG. boYS !WITH... *swaggers away from his made shot as demar giggles. Probably emphasizing his stomps just to make demar laugh MORE), his smartass comments to reporters ignorantly written off as friendly cheekiness by them despite the OBVIOUS fact that he HATES them (EXCEPT when it's to talk about.. DE-MAAAR!!). KYLE IS.. heard. Does that mean he's LIKED??? um. Well.

Kyle can be .. bossy. To put it lightly. Or an ASSHOLE, to put it now DEMARLY(beloved) but DEROGATORILY. He can argue with coaches like it's a HOBBY! And refs! ESPECIALLY refs! He can argue with the other players!!! You tryna start a fight after we get ejected from a game? Alright, HERES MY ROOM NUMBER. Spoiler alert though, demar GONNA be there because we BOTH loyal af and we BOTH gonna whoop your ass so. have fun losing to homosexuality you sexless giblet ! EVEN IF KYLE ISN'T EVEN PLAAAYING, if a fight breaks onto the floor you can BET he's stepping up all suit and tie to put his two cents in. And people are gonna respectfully disrespect him for that! I mean like.. that's Okay, it's REASONABLE you know it's ALRIGHT. Kyle's been living his entire Life being disrespected so he's just disrespectful right back and that's FINE. it's a little tiring though. Never making someone happy. Never making people Smile because you're just. An asshole. BUt you ARENT juST An ASSHOLE!!!! youre actually REALLY funny and REALLY clingy and REALLY sweet and full of LOVE!!! just.. you know.. also full of... Opinions. Opinions you think EVERYONE deserves to hear DIRECTLY because you HATE fakeness. You also hate being boxed in too... so maybe youre Kind Of an asshole, YEAH so WHAT? thats not ALL? Sometimes you SAY things... yeah.. but youre.. more. Youre So much More. And no one wants to See that . . . And YEAH you COULD hypothetically 'change' that but then that wouldn't be YOU. So you'd rather live a life unloved than live a life not yours. You've already been doing it so long.

Demar is beloved. Like. Thats just FACTS! reasonable tangible understandable FACTS!! serge would PUNCH a man for even HINTING dislike toward demar! We ALL would!!! Deebo is nice and sociable and truthful, can hold pleasant small talk, responds to reporters with delightful little metaphors for rudy gay to question. DEEBO IS A K I N G !!! a pleasant MANNERFUL king! Elegant demarvelous GORGEOUS he is THE WORLDS girlfriend! We DONT deserve him!!!! you know.. he's good at decency. 'Deebo's a Nice Guy. He's known for freezing up during playoffs.. but he's Likeable. He's Nice. So he'll be OK.'

Deebo has the 'i can socialize well in small conversations and i WANT to act pleasant to others because i care for them!!' Attitude People go through where they're 'on good terms' with a lot of people but not... their Number one. Not really KNOWN for ALL that he Is. All that he DOESN'T say. Because what if people Don't want to hear it? What if people Don't want their 'perfect' image of Deebo destroyed? Marred by depressing thoughts, chocked uselessly full of silly Obsessions and Ideas. They just like Pleasant deebo.. Want pleasant deebo. So he gives them that. And represses what he thinks isn't needed. Hides it. Doesn't speak it into life. well- absolutes are Difficult. Sometimes he let's Some Things slip out. Just little things though. No one cares enough to put what he says into memory though. It doesn't make impact that way. He's content with it, he supposes. Because others are.

But. It really does feel Good being with Kyle. JOKING with him, TALKING to him, telling him all your 'silly little ideas', goofing off with him, proposing a MOVIE together, little roles they can fit (the matrix clip..), it feels nice BEING with him. Because he LISTENS. Even if others only see Kyle as this stubborn asshole who takes no opinion beside his own into account, Kyle really does Listen. He might make some snide comments in reply, but he Retains the information given.. the things said. They can hurt him, or they could make him feel Alive. Laugh. Kyle lives for pushing people past their 'Decent' boundaries at the beginning to see who they REALLY are.. the Extent of their Being. He gives them his 100% in search of 100% in return. And you can Bet Demar gives that to him plus More. Plus the moon and the stars and the old movies of his time and his dumb little dances and his musical aspirations and his bothersome interview interruptions and his Love... demar is More than willing to give Kyle EVERYTHING. Because Kyle Asks for his everything. WANTS his Everything. Kyle takes Demar's everything and makes it Beautiful. Let's demar know it's meaningful. He doesn't show it as perfectly Expected, but he Shows it. Demar tells Kyle about his rapping hobby on a lazy afternoon relaxing from another harsh conditioning morning. He tells it as nothing more than a mere Afterthought, just an excuse able comment sprung by music listening inspiration. But Kyle HEARS it, TALKS about it. He brings it up in an interview... the reporter didn't ASK for it. She asked about his favorite rapper. But because Kyle thinks about demar SO much and about EVERYTHING he says, the good, the bad, the Cringe, he brings DeMar's hobbies up. He doesn't EXPOSE them in DEPTH though, just gives them a shoutout. To let the people hear. And to let demar know he's Been heard

Demar thinks of kyle often. Feisty asshole kyle. Couldn't live without me kyle. The man i leaned down to while he was on the floor kyle. The man i told i'd be by no matter What kyle. Because no matter What anyone else thinks of him, Deebo will be there .

Because Kyle's a Listener.

And DeMar sees that.

It's the little things that count.

[teddy06writes]

The Phantom Of The Opera AU

requested by this anon: “Okay so I know you’re a musical kid so you have probably listened to/heard of Phantom of the Opera. Picture this: Dream as the Phamtom x Fem!reader as Christine x Sapnap as Raul”

Dream x Fem!reader and Sapnap x fem!reader (with dream as the phantom and sapnap as Raul)

trigger warnings: death, dream being a low key creeper, maybe some swears, my general lack of knowledge of this musical

premise: Phantom AU, not neccicarily the full story, its mainly what I’ve seen/read/listened to that I think is important, and like eight of the songs. Ummm, I feel like the summary above is enough for you to get the general idea.

(y/l/n)- your last name

“blep” regular talking

“Belp” singing

When things are in counterpoint, regular text will be (y/n), (text in parenthesis is sapnap), and {bracketed text is Dream}

if you, like me are unfamilliar with the story, this is the summary that arrived in my inbox last night (thank you so much to the person who sent that by the way, it really helped)  

“So basically phantom of the opera is a love triangle between 3 people, the Phantom (P) x Christine (C) x Raul (R). C and R were childhood friends until R had to move away. C grew up in the Opera house with her dad (deceased) as a music writer. C grows up getting “private” singing lessons from P ( he is literally talking to her through a vent ((Among Us omg)) or something idk). Fast forward into the future to present day. C is a ballerina at the opera and one day, the phantom makes the set malfunction so that the lead female opera singer (she’s a jerk. Forgot her name) can’t preform and C has to preform as the lead instead. Coincidentally, the night Christine sings as the lead is the day R comes to see her show and R is like “ooWooga she be fine now ig”. R and C catch up after the show and R goes away for a minute and then P is like “aight C imma kidnap you for a sec with no purpose whatsoever to the plot except for a cool song” and then C returns to her normal life ig. P them sends stuff to the people in charge of the Opera saying “ayo C be pretty fine, let her be the lead again” the people in charge of the opera were like “nah fam, let’s have the person who was supposed to be the lead be the lead”. Upset by this, during the show, P broke the chandelier and it fell into the audience. C is like “I love you uwu” R is like”let’s get engaged” C is like “let’s keep it a secret so the crazy P guy doesn’t find out” and little did they know during that conversation P was hiding and overheard everything and is now sad boi hours. A masquerade happens and P shows up like “ayo I heard you trynna steal my boo” and R is like “nah she my boo” and they duel or whatever. Idk how it transitions to this but the Opera runs another show and they make C the lead to not upset P. However, during a love song (Past the point of no return, it literally slaps), C realizes that the person singing isn’t the original actor, it is P! And then P straight up kidnaps C after the song, takes her to his lair and is like “boo you gotta marry me or I destroy the opera house with everyone inside it” C is like “fine ig” P takes off his mask and reveals he is hiding burn marks and he kisses C and C kisses back. P is like” my mom never even kissed me” and P let’s C go, telling her to go marry R... or you can just watch this video lmao https://youtu.be/4a5nahw3zi8″

On that note, here we go:

{that only goes for the final scene where its all three, it varies otherwise}

{Things I have learned while preparing this story, 1. the actual phantoms name is Erik, like what a nerd, 2. he’s also not actually a ghost??? He’s literally just some creeper who lives in an opera house screwing with people; also yes Eret is the strict lady who yells at everyone and talks to the phantom, deal with it}

{pls send me more musical au asks I really liked doing this, even if it took me a while}

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The ravenous applause of the audience seemed to echo in your ears, even after you had left the stage. 

You’re debut as the female lead in Hannibal had been a smashing success, and as the rest of the chorus girls backstage were saying, it was all thanks to the Phantom scaring Hannah off.  

Niki practically ran up to you from the rehearsal room, “(y/n) that was incredible!” 

You grinned, “Oh I feel like I’m floating Niki! Thank you for volunteering me for the role.” 

“Don’t thank me, Thank whoever's giving you those lessons,” She bumped her hip against yours, grinning cheekily, “And if what the girls are saying is true you’ll have to thank him for getting Hannah out of here.” 

You chuckled, but before you could say anything else Madame Eret was approaching, knocking the end of their cane of the ground, “Miss Nihachu, you are a dancer are you not?” 

Niki nodded. 

“Then get back to rehearsal,” he waited until Niki hurried off to turn to you, “He is most pleased with your performance, here.”

You took the note from him, reading over it quietly, “Red scarf..... the attic.... little lotte?” 

She simply shrugged, leaving you to turn and head up your dressing room. 

As you changed out of your costume from the show you couldn’t help but hum the song that had earned the most applause, “Think of me, think of me of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.” 

Reaching around you found your dressing gown, pulling it on and tying up the front, “Remember me, once and a while. Please, promise you’ll try...” 

Your words faded off as your sat down at your vanity, beginning to brush out your hair. 

“Where is your red scarf Miss (y/l/n)? I hope you haven’t lost it. Not after all the trouble I went through to retrieve it for you.” 

You turned to see a tall dark hair man standing in the doorway, a grin spreading across your face as he continued, “I was only 14 and soaked to the bone...” 

“Because you ran into the sea to fetch my red scarf!” You exclaimed, jumping up and flinging your arms around him excietedly, “Sapnap! How I’ve missed you!” 

He chuckled, pulling away, and offering you a single red rose, “(y/n)... Little Lotte let her mind wander...” 

“You remember that too?” You asked with a giggle. 

Sapnap smiled and kept singing, “Little Lotte thought: am I fonder of dolls,” 

“Or of goblins or shoes?” You joined in, “Or of riddles of frocks, or chocolates.” 

“Those picnics n the attic...” He reminisced. 

You closed your eyes, remembering those long ago days, “Father playing the violin.” 

“As we read each other those dark stories of the north.” 

“No what I like best, little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,” You sang, “And the angel of music sings songs in my head!” 

“The angel of music sings songs in my head.” He repeated softly. 

You smiled at him, an excited fond feeling forming in your stomach as you sank back into your chair,  “Father said, when I am in heaven child I will send the angel of music to you. Well now father is dead, Sapnap. And I have been visited by the angel of music.” 

“Well that is very evident,” He chuckled, taking your hands, “Your performance was wonderful. And now, we shall go to supper.” 

“Oh- sapnap I can’t, the angle of music is very strict.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the urgency in your voice as he laughed again, “Well I shant keep you up late.”

“No- Sapnap, things have changed-”

“You have to change,” He interrupted, “And I have to grab my hat. Two minutes little lotte.” 

As he went out the door you cried after him, “Sapnap! Thing have changed Sapnap!”

But he was out of earshot, and the voice that had become so familiar to you was booming, “Insolate boy! This Slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing my triumph!”

“Angel I hear you! Speak, I listen! Stay by my side and gude me!” You begged up to the ceiling, “Angel my soul was weak! Forgive me! Enter at last master!”

“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in the shadow I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am their inside!” 

The voice sounded closer now, and you couldn’t help but look around, “Angel of music! Hide no longer!” 

You turned again, finding yourself face to face with what seemed like a mask, floating in your mirror, “Come to me, strange angel!”

“I am your angel! Come to me angel of music!” 

A shadowy figure seemed to appear behind the smiling mask, a hand outstretched to you. In a daze you stood, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you away down a dark pathway.

“Who’s voice is that?” Sapnap asked, knocking on the now closed door, “(y/n) who’s in there?” 

“Come with me angel of music!” Dream, the Phantoms voice echoed again. 

“(y/n)!” 

~~

“In sleep he came to me, the voice which calls to me and speaks my name!” You moved quietly through the passages, following Dream, “And Do I dream again? for now I find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind!” 

“Sing once again with me our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to look behind, the phantom of the opera is there! Inside your mind!” He sang, turning back to make sure you were following once more.

The walls of the tunnel seemed to widen, and you could almost make out an empty candle lit space. 

You reached out, fingers almost brushing the edge of his cloak, “Those who have seen your face draw back in fear! I am the mask you wear..”

“It’s me they hear...” 

As you emerged into a cross roads of the tunnels, you sang in tandem, “Your (my) spirit and your (my) voice in one combined, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your (my) mind!” 

He helped you into the boat that waited in one tunnel, before casting off, propelling the boat down the slow moving current, “In all your fantasies, you always knew the man and mystery...” 

“Were both in you....” You sang softly as the boat came to dock in a wide chamber.

Slowly you climbed out of the boat after him, looking around the dank space, and at the organ in the corner. 

Dream pulled off his cloak, “And in this labyrinth where the night is blind..”

“The Phantom of the opera is there! Inside my mind......” 

~~

As the people downstairs argued, you tried to think over what had happened. Was it a dream? It didn’t seem like it, but still, a man appearing in her looking glass? Taking her away and singing words of praise, words of love, words that made nearly no sense now that it was day, and a haze covered your memory. 

The one thing that remained clear was the monster she had found beyond the mask.

All too soon it seemed you were being rushed into rehearsals, being told you no longer had a speaking role, as Hannah had returned, and was back to her diva ways. 

Rehearsals that would normally drag on seemed to go quicker now, and soon you and the rest of the girls were getting ready for the performance. 

“This is ridiculous,” Niki muttered as she adjusted her costume, “You should be playing the duchess, not Hannab.” 

“Hannah is the featured soprano. She’s always the lead.” You retorted. 

“But how will Sapnap know to look for you in the chorus?” Niki teased.

You elbowed her, laughing lightly, “Shut up. Besides I doubt the phantom would let him see me again.”

The show had gone well, at least until the fifth scene. 

All the music stopped abruptly as a voice boomed, “Did I not instruct that box five was to be left empty?”

“He’s here: The Phantom Of The Opera!” Niki cried from offstage. 

Your head jerked up to turn and look at the audience, “It’s Dream!” 

“Your part is silent, you toad!” Hannah snapped. 

From somewhere up in the audience Dream frowned, “A toad Madame? Perhaps it is you who is the toad...” 

Hanna opened her mouth to continue on her script, but no sound seemed to come out, save for what was close the a croak. 

The men who had bought the opera house, Wilbur and Tommy were coming rushing down from their box, “Ladies and gentlemen we apologize! The performance will continue in ten minutes time, with Miss (y/l/n) as the duchess!”

Tommy nodded as Wilbur finished, “And for now, we will give you the ballet, from act three of tonight's show!” 

The ballet didn’t last long, as when you returned to the wings dressed for the new role you had been given, someone let out a horrified scream.

“What the-” 

You were cut off as you looked up to see Shlatt, the stagehand in charged of the curtains, hanging from the rigging, a noose fully tightened around his neck. 

“Ladies and gentlemen remain calm! It was just an accident- remain calm!” Someone shouted. 

Through the darkness you could make out Dream’s menacing figure, the smiling mask watching you threateningly as you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that had ripped at your throat. 

“(y/n)? (y/n) are you alright?” Sapnap had run down onto the stage in all the chaos. 

“We- we have to get out of here,” You choked, grabbing his hand, “We aren’t safe here.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the reason behind your panic, but even so he offer you his arm, “Lets leave then.” 

~~

Twenty minutes later you ended up in an empty park, the panic that filled your chest not yet fading as Sapnap asked, “Why have you brought me here?”

“We can’t go back there!” You exclaimed. 

“But we must return.” He gripped your hands, “Darling their bound to be missing you.” 

You shook your head, “Sapnap- He’ll kill you! His eyes will find us there!” 

“(y/n), don’t say that! It’s okay (y/n), it’s okay!” 

You looked up into the darkened sky, “No it’s not- no it’s not- Those eyes that burn!” 

“Don’t even think it!” He cried desperately. 

You couldn’t tell whether you were trembling from fear, or from the cold, as you sang, “And if he has to kill a thousand men....” 

“Forget this waking nightmare!” Sapnap insisted. 

“....The phantom of the opera will kill.” You sang distractedly. 

He gripped your shoulders, “This phantom is a fable, (y/n), believe me!” 

“And kill again....” You shuddered at the idea of Dream doing anything to Sapnap. 

Both of you sang, “God who is this man, who hunts to kill? (this mask of death?)

“I can’t escape him!” You cried. 

He shook his head, “Whose voice is it you hear...”

“...I never will!” 

“With every breath?” 

His grip on your shoulders tightened, pulling you closer to him as you both sang, “And in this labyrinth where light is blind, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my (your) mind!”

“There is no Phantom of the Opera!” 

“Sapnap- I’ve been there, inside his world of never ending light! To a world where daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness! Sapnap I’ve seen him!” You cried. “Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape that face? So distorted, disformed it was hardly a face!  in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound in that night there was music in my mind And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before!” 

“What you had was a dream and nothing more!” 

You could hardly look up at him, “yet in his eyes was all the sadness in the world! Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore!” 

“(y/n), (y/n)!”  Sapnap exclaimed. 

“.....(y/n)......” A different voice seemed to cry into the night. 

You gasped, pressing yourself against Sapnap, “What was that?” 

He hugged you tightly, before pulling back and singing gently, “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears. I’m here, and nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” 

You relaxed into his grip, listening to his quiet voice, “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears, I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” 

“Say you love me, every waking moment. Turn my head and talk of summer time,” You looked up at him, biting your lip, “Say you need me now and always, promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.” 

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light, you are safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.” He assured you, smiling softly. 

 “All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you to always be beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” You admitted. 

Sapnap’s smile grew wider, “Then say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n), that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time,” You repeated, “Say the word, and I’ll follow you.” 

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” You sang together as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Say you love me?” 

He smiled, whispering, “You know I do.” 

“Love me- that's all I ask of you.” You both sang, before he leaned in to gently press a kiss to your lips, “Any where you go, let me go too. Love me- thats all I ask of you.” 

Sapnap kissed you again, before pulling away, “We could go anywhere- we could be married! You would marry me, yes?” 

“Oh, yes, Sapnap, yes I would. If you’d have me.” You nodded, eagerly. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help but giggle, before turning back toward the direction of the opera house, “I must go back, they’ll wonder where I am. Wait for me Sapnap!” 

“(y/n), I love you!” He exclaimed. 

“Wait for me, Sapnap. Order your finest horses and being waiting by the door.” You could go back, and continue working at the opera house, there was nothing left for you to fear while Sapnap was there.

“And soon you’ll be beside me!” He chuckled.

You grinned, “To guard me and too guide me!” 

Sapnap offered you his arm again, and you headed off out of the park, toward the opera house. 

Slowly, Dream slinked from the shadows where he had watched the proposal, “I gave you my music, made your song take wing. And now your repaid me, denied and betrayed me.” 

He groaned running a hand through his hair, “He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing. (y/n)- oh (y/n)-”

He was cut off by the sounds of your voices drifting down the street, Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time, Say the word, and I’ll follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.”

Dream’s hands flew to his ears, desperate to block out the sounds- he had been so sure that you could’ve loved him, but now Sapnap was stealing you away. 

“You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!” He bellowed. 

~~

The following weeks at the opera house were a blur of panic masked by busyness, Wilbur and Tommy refusing to let the disaster of the chandelier falling from keeping the company from working on their next performance. 

You kept on working, the ring on the chain Sapnap had given you around your neck helping you to feel safe, even as the chorus girls cited the Phantom for the cause of all the distress. 

Now you were back in your dressing room, getting ready for dinner with Sapnap.

“Wander child, so lost, so helpless,” A soft voice seemed to drift down from no where, “Yearning for my guidance.” 

You looked up at the ceiling, “angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it their staring?” 

“Have you forgotten your angel?” The voice murmured, Dream appearing once again in your mirror. 

You turned to him, almost in a trance, “angel, oh, speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper.” 

Sapnap, having arrived to the opera house appeared in the door, watched as you moved toward the phantom. 

“Too long you’ve wandered the winter...” Dream continued to sing, hand outstretched to you. 

“Once again she is his.” Sapnap sang, as you started to cross the room toward the mirror where the phantom stood. 

“...far from my far reaching eyes.” 

“Wildly my mind beats against you....” You sang, transfixed. 

Behind the mask Dream grinned, “You resist. Yet your soul obeys.” 

“Once again she returns, to the arms of her angel. Angel or demon? Still he calls her, luring her back from the grave. Angel or dark seducer? Who are you strange angel?” Sapnap sang, again, more to himself than you or Dream. 

Dream beckoned you forward again,  “I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music!”

“Angel of darkness, cease this torment!” Sapnap exclaimed, moving into the room properly and drawing attention to himself. 

Dream unbothered, continued to sing, “I am your angle of music! Come to me angel of music!” 

“(y/n), (y/n) listen to me! Whatever you may believe- this thing, this man is not your father!”  Sapnap yelled, “(y/n)! Let her go! For gods sake let her go!” 

Jarred by his sudden yell, you turned, the trance broken, “Sapnap...” 

Dream, unimpressed, began to clap, deadpanning, “Bravo monsieur. Such spirited words.” 

“No more tricks monsieur!” Sapnap yelled, stepping forward to put himself between you and Dream. 

“Oh, but that's not any fun. Why don’t you come closer, sir? Keep coming this way.” 

Sapnap, not liking to be challenged, stepped forward, “You cannot win her love by holding her prisoner!” 

“No- Sapnap don’t!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him back. 

He nodded resolutely, gripping your hand as you both moved toward the door, “Lets go then, no more time will be spent with this monster.” 

“Don’t go!” Dream wailed as you hurried away down the hall, “Now let it be war upon you both!” 

~~

Something was going wrong, of course it was, because when was it not?

Your entrance in Don Juan Triumphant had gone according to plan, but the man who had stepped out as Don Juan was not George, as it should have been.

You steeled yourself, trying to come up with a logical reason.

George must have gotten sick, and a stand in had taken his place, yes that must be it.

“Past the point of no return, no backward glances, the games we played till now, are at an end.” The man sang, “Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting, abandon that thought and let the dream descend.”

Your panic seemed to rise, the double meaning in his words filling you with dread.

“What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire locks the door? What sweet seduction lies before is? Past the point of no return, the final thread hold. What unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.”

You moved carefully to your next mark, trying to work out who it was in George’s place, “You have brought me, to the moment when words run dry, to the moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why, in my mind I already imagined, our bodies entwined. Defenseless and silent, now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided.”

You just barley stopped from trembling as you realized, it was Dream, “Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right and wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one?”

“When will the blood being to race? When will the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?” You finished, taking an only slightly shaky breath.

The phantom grabbed your hand as you both sang, “Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn, we’ve past the point of no return!”

Everyone in the audience seemed to hold their breath, they too knew that this was not George. The cloak that had hidden Dreams mask fell, and they gasped upon seeing the plaster smiling face.

He grinned behind the mask, and punctuated, “Say you’ll share with me, one love, one lifetimes lead me, save me from my solitude.”

The words stung even before he pulled out a ring, holding it out to you, “come with me, or this whole place will come down upon us.”

Slowly you looked to the audience, Sapnap was standing in the isle, looking worried.

You couldn’t let him get hurt.

You nodded reluctantly, as he continued, “say you want me by your side anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n) that’s all I ask of-“

Slowly, you reached up, pulling the mask off his face, revealing the terribly scared face to the world.

The gasps turned into horrible screams as a curtain was raised, and Georges body tumbled onto the stage.

Almost immediately Dream flung his cloak around you, disappearing.

Sapnap ran up onto the stage, along with the crew, police officers and other patrons.

“Sapnap! Sapnap you’ve got to come with me!” Eret cried, rushing out onto the stage.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Sapnap!” They yelled again, “I know where they are!”

“But can I trust you?” He demanded.

She nodded, “yes, and remember, keep your hand up at eye level.”

“Why?”

“Punjab lasso.” Was all he offered in explication as he led Sapnap away.

~~

Soon enough Sapnap was creeping through the shadows of the phantoms layer, watching as he tried to place a wedding veil on your head, “Too bad pity comes to late, turn around and face your fate, an entirety of this before your eyes!”

You turn to face him, looking up at the mess of scares that cover his face, “this haunted face holds no horror for me now, it is in your soul that the true distortion lies.”

The phantom turned suddenly, to Sapnaps hiding place, “Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come And now my wish comes true— you have truly made my night!”

“Free her!” Sapnap yelled, stepping into the light, “do what you want to me but let her go!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” Dream laughed at you.

“Sapnap it’s useless!” You cried.

Sapnap shook his head, “I love her! Does that mean anything To you? I love her! Show some compassion!”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” Dream retorted.

He reached out toward you, “(y/n), (y/n), please let me see her!”

Dream grinned maliciously, “be my guest.”

Sapnap rushed forwards, as Dream contiued to taunt, “Monsuier, i bid you welcome, did you think that I would hurt her? Why should I make her pay, for the sins which are yours?” 

As he finished the last words the Punjab lasso came sailing out, and Sapnap barley had time to fling his arm back up as he was dragged back, the only thing keeping him from hanging being the fingers he’d wrangled between the rope and his neck. 

“No!” You cried, struggling to your feet. 

“Order your fine horses now!” Dream yelled, “Nothing now can save you, except maybe... (y/n).” 

You stood, shaking as he turned to you, “Start a new life with me- buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me now and send your lover to his death! This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” 

“(y/n), forgive me, please forgive me, I did it all for you, and all for nothing.” Sapnap sang, looking at you desperately.  

At the same time you turned toward Dream, “Farewell my fallen idol, and my false friend, one by one my delusions shattered.” 

“Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity!” Dream sang.

“{all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting!} (say you love and my life is over, either way you choose, he has to win!) {for ether way you choose, you cannot win! So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?}”

“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Sapnap yelled. 

You looked between them desperately, “Angel of music..... {past the point of no return!} (For pity’s sake (y/n) say no! Don’t throw your life away for my sake!) Who deserves this? When will you see reason? {The Final threshold! His life is now the prize you must earn! You’ve passed the point of no return....}”

You looked at Dream, no longer trying to hide the fear that coursed through your veins, “Angel of music, you have deceived me, I gave myself blindly to you.” 

“You try my patience! Make your choice!” Dream yelled. 

Looking back at sapnap for a moment you stepped forward, whatever it would take, you would keep him safe, “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.” 

Reaching out, you took the mask from his hand, tossing it to the side as he moved closer to you as well. 

Before you could hardly blink he was kissing you, and with little more than a second thought you kissed back. 

Sapnap watched, in partials horror, until the phantom drew back, shaking as he whispered, “No one has ever kissed me- not even my own mother.” 

You nodded, and then suddenly Dream began to move across the room, grabbing a knife from somewhere as he stalked up to Sapnap.

He paused for a beat, and you could feel the terror in the room- until he slashed at the rope, and Sapnap fell the ground. 

You rushed over to him, kneeling beside him, “Sapnap! oh Sapnap!” 

“Take her,” dream wailed, “Take her and forget me, forget all of this! Leave me alone- forget all you’ve seen....”

Sapnap struggled to his feet, holding you close to him as he backed towards the channel. 

“Take the boat, leave me here, go now, please!” 

The sounds of the mob looking for Georges murderer seemed to grow louder as they grew closer.

“Hurry! Now before its too late!” Dream yelled. 

Sapnap hurriedly started to help you into the boat, but you pulled away, moving back to the Phantom, long enough to hand him the ring. 

Then you were off, turning to Sapnap as the current carried the boat away, “I’m sorry Sapnap- I couldn’t let him hurt you- I couldn’t!” 

“Shhh. It’s alright (y/n), it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He murmured, pulling you into his arms.

“Say you’ll share with me, one love one lifetime.” You sang shakily.

Sapnap nodded, “Say the word and I’ll follow you.”

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning...” The sounds of your voices traveled back up the tunnel for Dream to hear. 

He sighed, looking resolutly into the distance, “You alone can make my song take flight- It’s over now, the music of the night!”

[kdramaxoxo]

I’ll say a potentially unconventional opinion,but I think Doom At Your Service could’ve been the next big Goblin if the writing was a little more different and they cut out the side love triangle.

I love Seo In-guk and Park Boyoung,but I feel like something was missing in the writing of their relationship that made me believe why they fell in love in the 1st place because they do have the chemistry but something’s missing (then again I’m stuck at ep 10 b/c I forgot to pick it up again so maybe it gets better in that aspect?)

Honestly, I agree with everything you're saying anon, and I know a ton of people that agree with you! ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

I actually wrote a review of Doom At your Service where I talk about the lack of world building, and the strange and stilted script at the beginning (aside from that lame extra plot line we all wish we could forgot lol - if you LOVED the 2nd storyline I'm sorry!! Love what you love :D)

But because they are both excellent actors, they really carried that entire drama on their backs, uphill, barefoot in the snow. :P

I did in the end get emotional for the Doom Couple tho, and man Seo In Guk can act his way out of a paper bag, but if you're having trouble finishing it, I say let this one go anon ;-)

[baladric]

I don't want to be greedy, but I want to hear about any (all?) TGE works in progress.

oh boy, a big and possibly unexciting answer actually!

my main and loudest focus is the goblin emperor pirate au, which i'm unsure whether to assume you, my dear anon, have heard of, so quick rundown: What would happen if Maia's gay sea captain aunt Shaleän came for him after Chenelo died and snatched him out from under Setheris' nose? Mainly, he becomes the world's most compassionate pirate under Shaleän's captaincy, and sails for a happy five years before shit hits the fan in just... so many ways! featuring: a whole lot of very slapdash headcanons about the various and sundry countries addison mentions, an undercover csevet with several ultimately unconvincing ulterior motives, telimezh being the only rational person within several hundred square miles, and the phenomenal celebros and i pretending very hard that we know literally anything about sailing a fucking tallship (also please read celebros' fic if you haven't, she is a legend and an icon and i will never stop feeling kind of dizzy that she wants to write with me)

the pirate au will involve some side-fics, bc c and i are at this point physiologically incapable of not creating a whole lot of apocrypha for this bc it is all either of us thinks about anymore ;lakfjwae

side-fic ideas:

a fic that will take place after the end of the main story, in which deret goes to work for a very liberated version of csethiro (csethire ceredel here) and ends up forced to deal with a much freer cala who spends his ethuverazhin ex-pat life fucking around with hedge magic (and starting a lot of fires by accident), and they fall in love while deret grapples with his own very fucking tangly sense of self, and it's extremely cute

telimezh backstorying and possibly pre-main fic pov stuff, his take on the maia he meets, which sounds boring but boy howdy if we do it, it will be Feels Central

we already have various and sundry drabbles about Shaleän and her wife (Freja Pelnoor-Sevraseched) and also her second-in-command, Paris, who we are GOING to make you care about, you have no fucking choice, you will join us

and god only knows what else

also vague plans to actually attempt a thara celehar-as-the-abhorsen crossover fic, bc c and i have the exact same brainworms, but that'll come p far down the line (gotta finish this beast first)

i'm futzing with various attempts at character studies of iäna and his relationship to music and singing (for personal reasons ;lakdfjaowef, me? overinvest a character with my own experiences? NEVER!!!)

also... possibly a thara time loop story, bc i just have this very loud idea that he could invent reasons not to give iäna a chance for 1000 years, but huck a guy in a time loop and who even Knows what can happen ;) (suffering. suffering can happen. i'm so sorry.)

oh and i'm taking repeated runs at a deeply homoerotic Nohecharei Dress Maia In Lieu Of The Edocharei fic, bc people always do the clothes porn for taking the clothes off, but have you ever had someone dress you?? it's incredibly fucking intimate!!! augh!!!!!!

everything else is p much just stuff i banged out the first 500 words of in a fugue state and won't get finished, but the lovely thing about writing is that everything gets used at some point!!!

[clonecest-bin-account]

May I please request Boil/Cody, post Order 66, sfw? Thank you!

(I apologize in advance anon. The angst goblin was too strong to resist)

They call each other by names only when they’re alone. By now, those are the last things that can be considered theirs; they refuse to share it with their natborn companions.

Besides, it’s not like they’d understand: for them, they’re just a series of numbers, someone without a face, someone expendable. It’s not like they haven’t fought the previous war for them, ungrateful shits.

 The only good thing about their condition, is that the natborns don’t really mind them, to the point that they could even believe to have some sort of privacy with how little people care about what they do.

 When Cody gets transferred to instruct the natborns on Kamino, he accepts only because he’s aware of the fact that he doesn’t have any other choice. Oh well, at least he can finally catch a break from the frontlines, though he has no more love for a place like Kamino.

 The only good thing about this assignment is that Boil has come with him, since he’ll be serving as a trainer as well, meaning that at least Cody will not be alone in a place that he used to call home, but that now isn’t anymore.

They can vent their frustration together, shittalk the natborns without fear of the other snitching on them and… well, even just their general closeness helps a lot. It almost reminds them of the Clone Wars, the good days, though as good as they were, they are incapable of remembering much of it. Some things are fresher in their memories, like the battles they’ve won or lost, while others are harder to recall.

They’ve tried, countless times, to remember, but after a while they’ve decided that it’s not worth the world of hurt it brings them.

 And yet, they know something is missing, and that it’s something that they’ll never get back.

Even when they embrace, in the security of their quarters, where nobody can watch them, even when they kiss, even when they hold each other and don’t let go until the sense of dread looming over them vanishes - or to say it better, retreats into the back of their minds, because it never actually goes away - there’s still something that should be there, but isn’t.

 “I think I was in love with you,” Boil has the courage to say once, when they’re laying together. Cody cocks his head to the side, looking at him with a stare that he’s not able to decipher; he doesn’t say anything, but drags Boil down for a kiss that leaves both of them breathless.

Love… This is such a hard concept for them to grasp now. They’re both pretty sure they used to feel it, but now it’s like something prevents them from doing it again.

Yes, they’re pretty sure they used to love each other back in the day. Not that the feelings they once felt have vanished altogether, but they don’t have the same intensity they used to have. It’s like something has numbed them to the point that they’ll never be able to go back to what they used to be.

 Still, they can at least count on the fact that they’re both alive, on the fact that they at least get to share something.

It’s not enough, far from it, but as sad as it sounds, they have to settle for what they can afford to have.

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[destiniesfic]

apparently lb said she loves villain/protagonist romance? say what now? 🤨

Anonymous said: she also said she loves enemies to lovers? it’s a trope she can’t get enough of?? H E L P i’m so confused after she shat on all darklinas what

After getting these asks, I went to listen to the podcast (it’s the “Who’s Got Your Back?” episode of Netflix’s Behind the Scenes podcast) to see if additional context was offered here. It wasn’t. That’s okay! It was an interesting listen regardless. The bits anon was referring to are right at the beginning, if you’re curious.

I think it’s fairly clear from LB’s work that she’s very interested in both villain/protagonist romance and enemies-to-lovers, but not necessarily interested in playing them straight. In this Siege and Storm-era interview, she cites characters like Raistlin and Jareth the Goblin King, who have complicated relationships with heroines, as inspirations for the Darkling. If you think of Darklina as LB trying to look at those and other villain/protagonist relationships and think “Why are these dynamics attractive? How do they fail? How do they do their participants a disservice?” then yeah, what she said makes total sense. The story she wrote isn’t necessarily the sum of what she likes in her off hours.

Is the Darklina story we got the one that I’d be interested in telling? Do I want to write a narrative in which the ETL couple (who in the Grishaverse canon case is Helnik, not Darklina, which is enemies-to-enemies-with-benefits) finds each other only for the redemptive power of love to not be enough? I mean, no, but I think LB is more interested in consequence and atonement in her own work than I am. I do very much believe her when she says she likes villain/protagonist and ETL, she just also likes dissecting those tropes.

(As an aside, I don’t think LB is a perfect person or writer, but there are more things I like about her and her work than dislike. I only feel the need to clarify this because, from what I’ve seen, I’m not very Leigh-critical for a Darklina writer/blogger.)