#I SEE HIM AND I BECOME MONSTER FUCKER FOR REAL

[sentiniel]

adopting the curious cat as my fursona i will not be taking questions thank you very much

[room-surprise]

IS LAIOS A FURRY? AN ANALYSIS.

(Laios imagining himself transforming into a wolf in Marcille's mindscape.)

(SPOILER WARNING FOR THE ENTIRE MANGA! This is an excerpt and elaboration from The Essay about cultural and linguistic references in Dungeon Meshi)

WHAT IS A FURRY?

The furry fandom is a subculture interested in anthropomorphic animal characters. Some examples of anthropomorphic attributes can include human intelligence and facial expressions, speaking, walking on two legs, and wearing clothes, but not all of these traits must be present at the same time. Warrior Cats, The Lion King, Zootopia and Sonic the Hedgehog all have huge furry fandoms, to give a few examples.

Many furry fans feel a deep connection to these characters and desire to “become” one through designing their fantasy alter-egos (a furry persona, or fursona), making artwork, role-playing, and if they can afford it, building and wearing costumes called fursuits that allow them to dress up as their fursona in real life.

(Laios' ultimate monster design, you could argue this is his fursona that he's been dreaming about, and refining since childhood.)

Ryoko Kui self-identified as a furry on her blog a long time ago, saying that she “was a furry in high school.” I’ve been unable to track down the original artwork or blog post that states this in order to cite it properly, but I think by looking at Kui’s extensive history, interest, and skill in drawing animals, monsters, and anthropomorphic characters, one can clearly see the “furry” influence.

She has a very clear interest in the intersection between humans and animals, several of her characters are furry characters, and a lot of her work appeals strongly to furry fans in ways that work made by non-furries often does not. She even makes an extremely specific joke about the Japanese furry subculture in a comic about Lycion and Laios arguing about authenticity, which I will get to in a moment.

But whether or not Kui has ever considered herself a furry, I think it’s safe to say that she’s on the internet enough that she must be aware of the subculture, and so it’s possible that she wrote Laios with that in mind.

Laios’ intense desire to become a monster, the way he repeatedly fantasizes about being a dog or wolf, his fascination with all animals (but especially monsters), his skill at drawing animals (and lack of skill in drawing people, or anything else), his interest in becoming a beast-man, and his desire to visit a kobold country because they look like dog-people, all paint a very vivid picture of his interests, and his experiences match up astonishingly well with the experiences of many people who identify as furries.

Western fans often call Laios as a “furry,” or a “monster fucker” mostly as a joke, however I think this should be taken as seriously as interpreting him as asexual or autistic, which are other labels fandom commonly applies to him in a more serious manner… And, incidentally, there is a great deal of overlap between the autistic, asexual and furry communities, so if Laios is one of these things, it’s also very possible that he’s some of the others, too… Even if Kui didn’t intend it, and simply modeled Laios after “some people she’s known” without realizing they were furries, autistic, or asexual, or any combination of the three. This happens frequently in fiction.

I think the most accurate broad labels for Laios would be “therian” and “monster fetishist,” because I believe these two terms encompass the canonical behavior we see from him in the manga and extra materials in a way that I think “furry” and “monster fucker” do not.

JAPANESE FURRY FANDOM: KEMONO VS. KEMONOMIMI

Japanese furries use the terms kemonā (ケモナー) to describe themselves, or kemono (ケモノ) to describe the characters they create and love. Both words mean “furry,” as in, covered in fur.

In the What-If comic where Lycion and Laios meet, Laios awkwardly says that Lycion isn’t a real furry because turning into a beast-man didn’t change him into a wolf on the inside.

“Isn’t that just like wearing a pair of animal ears on a headband and saying you’re a beast-man?” Laios asks, to which Lycion derisively tells Laios that he is just a “beast-man wannabe” or “poseur.”

This is a direct reference to one of the major conflicts in the Japanese Kemono fandom: are characters who are mostly human, but have animal ears and tails really kemono, or do they not count? The general consensus in the fandom is that ears and tail alone are insufficient; these characters are called kemonomimi, literally “beast ears”, like the headband Laios references. Most “cat-girl” characters fall into this category.

A real kemono character includes a muzzle instead of a normal human face and/or an animal-like appearance on the body surface, such as fur, scales, or feathers. According to researcher Inokuchi Tomohiro, this is due to the recognition that "disconnection from humans" is a crucial factor that distinguishes between kemono and non-kemono. He then defines kemono as "an animal that is depicted as a non-human being, but with the potential for mutual understanding/communication with humans.”

By this definition, Izutsumi in Dungeon Meshi is a kemono (furry) and not a kemonomimi (cat-girl), since her body is covered in fur, and she doesn’t have human breasts, but a more beast-like torso. The Winged Lion, the Goat, Kuro the kobold, and possibly the orcs are all kemono (anthropomorphic animal) characters as well.

IS LAIOS A THERIAN?

Though the terminology is very modern, and wouldn’t exist in the Dungeon Meshi setting, it’s possible that if Laios existed in the modern world he might identify as a type of Otherkin known as a Therian. Otherkin and Therians are sometimes part of the Furry fandom, but the two subcultures do not overlap completely.

Otherkin are a subculture of people who identify as nonhuman. Some Otherkin believe their identity derives from spiritual phenomena (such as possessing a nonhuman soul, reincarnation, or the will of God), ancestry, symbolism, or metaphor. Others attribute it to unusual psychology or neurodivergence and do not hold spiritual beliefs on the subject.

Therian refers to people who identify specifically as a real animal of the natural world. The species of animal a therian identifies as is called a theriotype. Therians mainly attribute their experiences of therianthropy to either spirituality or psychology, and often use the term "species dysphoria" to describe their feelings of disconnect from their human bodies and their underlying desire to live as their theriotype. The identity "trans species" is used by some.

Therians may seek out opportunities to perform species-affirming acts like wearing costumes, adopting animal-like behaviors such as making species-specific noises, eating species-specific foods, or moving/performing actions that their theriotype would do.

For example, someone with a horse theriotype may experience joy from snorting and neighing, pulling a cart, stomping their feet, or having a vegetarian diet. Someone with a shark theriotype may want to swim every chance they get, or enjoy eating a lot of raw fish. They may have special accessories they like to wear that make them feel connected to their theriotype, like animal ears on a headband, an actual animal’s tail or a symbolic tail hanging from their belt, an animal tooth necklace, or even just a t-shirt that has an image of their theriotype on it.

In Laios’ case, we know that he likes to imagine himself as a wolf, and in the real world he enjoys/is proud of his ability to bark and move like a dog. He’s practiced and performed this dog impression so often and so well that Falin thinks it’s his most noteworthy and amazing skill. He clearly holds hunting dogs in high esteem and admires them, and says that he learned many important life lessons from spending time with them. He enjoys playing with leftovers from monsters they kill (bones, skin, seeds, fur, etc.) and sometimes tries to collect them for either practical or sentimental reasons… And at the end of the manga he takes the pelt of his ultimate monster form and chooses to wear it as a cape, something that he continues to do for the rest of his life, possibly just because he likes to wear it, or because wearing it eases the pain of no longer being the ultimate monster.

It’s also possible that he’s only wearing it because he thinks it is a pragmatic, politically expedient move, but I think Kui very clearly communicates to us that Laios likes his monster cape, and it is the one thing he immediately thinks of when he wants to try and be king “on his own terms.” He’s willing to accept being king… if he can wear his monster cape. Whether or not it’s a good idea to wear it is secondary to the fact that he wants to do it.

Otherkin and Therian are of course both modern names for this phenomenon, but the concept of people strongly identifying with and being fascinated by animals is as old as humankind itself, so it isn’t impossible that Laios may feel this way, since so much of his behavior overlaps with things a Therian might do or feel.

MONSTER FETISHISM

In English, the word fetish originally described an object believed to have supernatural powers. Fetishes are often used in a spiritual or religious context. However, over time the word fetish has been used so frequently as a euphemism to describe a type of unconventional sexual interest that “sexual fetish” has become the primary meaning of “fetish” in English.

Fetishism is a sexual fixation on an activity, inanimate object, living thing, or human body part that is not normally involved in sex. The object of this interest is called the fetish; the person who has a fetish for that object is a fetishist. The current medical consensus is that sexual fetishes are very common, and as long as they do not negatively impact a person’s life, they are harmless.

Like the English word fetish, the Japanese word 趣味 (shumi), has multiple meanings, such as “hobby”, “interests/tastes”, but it is also used euphemistically to refer to “sexual taste, vice, or fetish.” What meaning is intended must be intuited by the context surrounding the word. I believe the other words used to discuss fetishes are the loan words フェティッシュ (fetisshu) or フェチ (fechi), but these are extremely blunt and direct, and shumi is preferred in situations where polite euphemism, ambiguity or plausible deniability is desired, or is perhaps even necessary in order to make a joke.

Shumi is used throughout Dungeon Meshi to describe various people’s interests, including Laios’ interest in monsters.

Meanwhile Namari’s interest in race-specific weapons and gear is never explicitly identified as shumi as far as I’m aware, but she is called 武器マニア (weapon maniac) in the World Guide, and in the Bicorn chapter, Chilchuck labels her as 武具フェチ (armor/weapon fetishist), and uses the English loan word フェチ (fechi) which is very unambiguously “fetish.”

(The official English translation from Yen Press changed this to “armor fiend.”)

It seems odd to me that Namari’s interest in weapons and gear is identified by most readers (though not Yen Press) as a fetish, but Laios’ interest in monsters isn’t always, when their behavior around their special interest is shown to be the same in the manga:

Both Namari and Laios blush while talking about their respective interests, and get embarrassed and/or excited about the subject. In the post-canon comics, Laios blushes, hides his face, and has to be prodded to confess to Yaad, Kabru and Marcille that he wants to have his body eaten by monsters when he dies. He obviously finds the idea embarrassing and titillating somehow, and is too shy to admit it out loud until they force him to do it. He also blushes on several other occasions in the manga while thinking or talking about monsters.

I think this is because having a “weapons fetish” is normalized: many people have a fetish for weapons or armor and find it sexy. However the idea of a monster fetish makes people uncomfortable because in a story were monsters exist and are a type of animal, they assume Laios having a monster fetish must mean he wants to participate in bestiality.

This is not necessarily true. A fetish of this nature can (and most often does, for reasons of morality and safety) exist entirely in the realm of imagination, and the sexual fixation may not even involve the act of having sex with the fetish object.

WHAT IS A MONSTER FETISH?

In a world where monsters exist, a monster fetish could involve a sexual interest in the sight, smell, sound and feeling of a monster (looking at or creating artwork of monsters, observing monsters in the wild, wearing a monster costume, or owning monster pelts or body parts that can be safely touched, smelled, etc.), the experience of hunting monsters, eating monsters, the fantasy of being a monster, or the fantasy of performing sexual acts with or as a monster.

The fantasy element could be Laios simply wanting to be a monster, and that giving him sexual gratification without any further scenario being necessary, or it could be imagining himself as a human having sex with a monster, imagining himself as a monster having sex with another monster, or imagining himself as a monster having sex with a human.

All of these possible scenarios would fit under the “monster fetish” umbrella. We know Laios canonically does at least six out of these eight things, but we don’t know whether or not he derives sexual pleasure from them… However, we do know that talking or thinking about monsters makes Laios blush in a way that interacting with other human beings does not, and blushing is often a sign of intense emotion or sexual arousal. Kui’s meaning is intentionally ambiguous, but both meanings should be acknowledged: Laios might be emotionally excited, or he might be sexually excited and Kui is leaving it up to us to decide which it is.

This is, specifically, why I think “monster fucker” isn’t an accurate label. We don’t have enough evidence to assume Laios wants to have sex with monsters, or for monsters to have sex with him. All we can tell is that he becomes excited by the subject of monsters, and often times it is specifically the idea of eating them or being eaten by them that gets him the most excited.

VORAREPHILIA

Because so much of Laios' interest in monsters revolves around eating them and being eaten by them, and Dungeon Meshi's plot revolves around the very concept of eating and being eaten, let me make a brief side-bar to discuss the extremely popular, but niche furry sub-culture of vorarephilia.

Vorarephilia is often used as the butt of jokes on the internet, and very poorly understood by most people, so I felt taking a moment to explain it would be beneficial. Most people are probably not even aware that a fetish like this exists, and therefore aren't able to identify that the things Laios is interested in are something he shares with an entire subculture of real people.

Vorarephilia is a fetish that revolves around the fantasy of devouring or being devoured by another person or creature. The prey can either be swallowed whole and alive, or killed and then eaten... But the former is vastly more popular, and most fetishists imagine themselves as the prey, not the predator.

The fantasy of being eaten or eating someone else is just an extreme form of power exchange. Since vore is an impossible fetish in the real world, it exists entirely as artwork, writing, or verbal role play.

Like in most sex practices, the majority of people want to be the submissive partner, and have someone else do the work of pleasing them. You could compare the "predator" in a vorarephilia roleplay session to a "dom" and the "prey" to a "sub" in BDSM. Incidentally, most predators identify as women, and the vast majority of prey identify as men.

Kui's personal work seems to involve some themes that are similar to vorarephillic art.

And Dungeon Meshi features a lot of content which appeals to vorarephiles.

Meanwhile, the many tiny Laioses being eaten by the Ultimate Monster is a classic example of Macro/Micro, another niche furry sub-culture that sometimes overlaps with vore... A giant monster eating mouthful after mouthful of tiny humans is a classic theme.

The vore fandom is extremely diverse, some of them are furries, others are not, and the exact element of devouring and being devoured that appeals to every one of them can be totally different.

What the demon does to Mithrun and Thistle, and Laios does to the demon, is specifically a fetish called "soul vore", where someone's personhood/soul/awareness is eaten and (usually) destroyed by the predator via some kind of "digestion"... Often while the prey is conscious and aware of the process.

For many, the fear and pain the prey experiences while dying is essential to their enjoyment... And remember, most people want to imagine themselves as the prey!

The art on these pages is indistinguishable from things you would pay thousands of dollars for if you hired a furry artist to draw them.

It's also very important to note that on the other end of the spectrum, some vore fantasies revolve around the prey wanting to be loved by someone so much that they would devour them completely, so that they can absorb the prey and keep them with them forever.

Sometimes it's about wanting to become part of something greater that the prey admires or idealizes… the way Laios admires monsters. He explicitly states that when he dies, he wants to become a part of the food chain… While blushing furiously.

And although it isn't about Laios, I think it's important to note that Mithrun's desire was for the demon to finish eating him. A key part of his depression is the fact that he felt he wasn't good enough to consume, that the demon didn't love him enough to want to eat all of him.

I won't go further into vore or macro/micro, because I want to keep this post as simple as possible, and it's already quite long... But if one wanted to dig even deeper into what specifically Laios' interests are, beyond the very broad umbrella of "monster fetishism", I think vorarephelia would be worth considering.

DO OTHER CHARACTERS THINK LAIOS HAS A FETISH?

Characters frequently notice that Laios gets very excited when he’s talking about monsters: he talks louder and faster, his pupils dilate, he blushes, and he forgets what he’s doing, where he is, and what the appropriate behavior for his situation is. This behavior almost universally causes other characters to react with intense scorn, disgust and disapproval.

I don’t think it makes sense for everyone in the manga to react as negatively as they do to Laios’ behavior unless they think there is something off-putting, unsavory, or creepy about it. Their reactions mean they must think Laios’ interest isn’t innocent. It isn’t just a hobby, but of course none of them will say this explicitly, it would be much too direct and rude, and also it wouldn’t be funny if they started accusing Laios of wanting to participate in something as horrible as bestiality.

Part of the joke Kui is frequently making is that nobody says what they’re thinking out loud. For example, at the end of the manga, Kabru gives Laios a disgusted look and warns him to “not talk about your hobby (shumi)” while addressing the participants of the feast. I think we can intuit that hobby/shumi in this instance is probably meant as a euphemism for fetish, otherwise why would Kabru have such a disgusted look on his face? If he just meant hobby, his expression would probably be much more relaxed. Shumi being a euphemism is the joke.

Another example is the fact that Chilchuck frequently calls Laios a psychopath, sick in the head, etc. Those are extremely harsh things to say if he thinks Laios has a completely innocent interest in monsters. He doesn’t call Senshi a psychopath, even though Senshi is equally interested in eating monsters… Because Senshi doesn’t engage in any of the other, suspect behavior that Laios does. Senshi’s interest in monsters is perceived as innocent, while Laios’ is not.

For clarity’s sake: I am not arguing that Laios’ interest in monsters is canonically a sexual fetish, I am only arguing that there is evidence that it is, and that other characters in the story perceive it to be a sexual fetish, whether it actually is or not.

DOES LAIOS THINK HE HAS A FETISH?

People who have fetishes, especially extreme fetishes that are not normalized, often try to hide them. They do this out of fear of social disapproval, and feelings of shame, because they feel guilty for having abnormal desires. This is true even though the majority of fetishes are completely harmless, and morally neutral.

Most people also know that things which provoke sexual excitement are supposed to be kept private, and it’s not acceptable to express those feelings in public spaces, so even if they see something related to their fetish while in public, they will repress their sexual feelings about it.

Laios, who has difficulty understanding social rules and nuance, is aware that his interest in monsters is socially unacceptable, even though there are many other social things he is not aware of.

Laios has spent most of his life hiding his interest in monsters as much as he can, and it is only during the events of the manga that he starts to express himself openly, because his monster knowledge has become useful for their survival, because Senshi encourages him, and because Falin isn’t there to act as a social buffer for him.

But Laios knows people won’t approve, he knows something about his interest in monsters and the way he expresses it will cause people to react negatively, like in the post-canon comic where he doesn’t want to tell his friends about his desire for his corpse to be eaten by monsters, and the part of the finale where he is hiding in the woods, too ashamed to let people see him because they now know that his greatest desire was to become a monster, and not reviving Falin, which he thinks is the "correct" desire that he should have had.

(This of course ignores the fact that the desires the demon preys on are unconscious, and cannot be controlled by the victim.)

This likely means that Laios has encountered negative reactions to his interest in monsters so frequently, and they have been so intensely negative, that it has trained him to conceal his feelings. It is one of the social rules that he has learned.

Laios thinks there is something shameful, wrong, and inappropriate about his desires related to monsters so he thinks it is something he needs to hide.

IS ANIMAL/MONSTER FETISHISM ANACHRONISTIC?

Some may feel that being a furry, a monster fucker or a monster fetishist is something only modern people do, and therefore anachronistic for Dungeon Meshi’s setting. However humans have been admiring, dressing up as and pretending to be animals for rituals (including fertility rituals) since the dawn of civilization, and continue to do so in the modern era every time someone dresses up in a “sexy cat” costume for Halloween, or wears a multi-thousand dollar fursuit to a furry convention.

There are many instances throughout history of people wearing pelts, masks and tails in order to “become” animals, poetry and art of people fantasizing about either becoming a beast/monster (modern werewolf erotica), or having a beast/monster ravish them (the many, many times artists choose to depict Zeus turning into an animal to have sex with women), or coming of age rites that involve animal sacrifice and the adoption of an animal-like persona as part of the process of becoming an adult.

The stigmatization of this behavior, where “sexy cat costume” is normal and “fursuit” is weird, most likely originates from the disappearance of religious and social context for it. In the past, the admiration, imitation and idealization of animals by humans was part of many cultures, but the modern dominance of religions that forbid the worship of anything other than one, immaterial god has left no room for such things, and so society can only view it as the deranged behavior of abnormal people, who have something “wrong” with them, rather than a harmless, common human impulse to admire, fantasize about, and imagine themselves as animals.

[juletheghoul]

a/n: I saw a post a few weeks ago (if anyone sees it please send it to me and I'll tag it) about a partner turning into a monster little by little and becoming increasingly aggressive and this came to me. Hope you enjoy! 🩷🩷

warnings: a little bite, mentions of sex, language (let me know if I missed anything)

Frankie x f!reader

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It was only a scratch.

The dog had come out of nowhere, scared him half to death but he’d managed to get away before it bit his leg off. Big fucker, biggest dog he’d ever fucking seen but he’d gotten away. Had gotten in his car and driven the fuck away.

It was only a scratch.

It healed without issue, but he still felt it. The ghost of sharp, yellow teeth gouging out a tiny bit of the skin of his shin. It followed him throughout the week, every day a little more visceral, a little more corporeal.

It was only a scratch.

He dreams about the dog, it haunts him in his sleep. It stalks him as he lays in bed, the one place he cannot get away. The dog is a spectre as the days go by, an omen at the edge of his vision and it slowly heats his blood. It cooks him from the inside and he swears he’s never been so fucking angry in all his life.

It was only a scratch.

Aggression grows, and he’s almost a different person. You notice it, it’s so blatant. The sweet, soft man you’d fallen in love with is hidden behind the curtain of his eyes. He’s still in there, somewhere but as the days turn into weeks, it’s harder and harder to find him.

It was only a scratch.

There’s no more lovemaking. He fucks. He rails and makes you take everything he has to give. He gives you his anger and his terrifying devotion, and as far away as his eyes get you’ve never been wetter. It’s so good, it’s so rough, it’s so fucking consuming you think he might eat you alive.

It was only a scratch.

He disappeared for three days. The moon is full, but your bed is empty and something in you is frozen with fear. He’s never been gone like this, your Frankie has never just left without an explanation. Something howls outside while you worry about him in bed and the sound is so sad, it raises the hairs on the back of your neck.

It was only a scratch.

He comes back and it’s like the sun touches your face for the first time because it’s him. The real him. The smiley, soft, caring man you love and you’re so happy you forget all of the worry, all of the strangeness and bask in the safety of his arms. He keeps touching his shin, rubbing at a spot under his sweats.

“Everything okay?” You ask him.

“Yes, it’s only a scratch.”

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[cartoon-buffoon]

Okay because I came up with a (in my humble opinion) the FIRE ship name of "Starbuck" which is Monster Frankie X the contestant, I wanna explain why this ship is so good because y'all fr sleeping on it. Unlike Rabbit royale which I've been seeing as portrayed as a toxic yoai situation where neither parties are good for each other, Starbuck is DOOMED yoai and it makes it SOOOO GOOD, now lemme set the scene real quick:

Monster Frankie has been acclimated to being the star of the show. No contestant has ever survived more than a few MINUTES. He's a sadistic killer who fucking GIGGLES when he kills someone, there's nothing the bastard loves more than crushing people and having all the audience watch him do it. A new season starts and the plan changes a bit, he has orders to NOT kill the contestant and this is what bothers him. He's mad, after all this is HIS gameshow, he is Frankie, the star, the one everyone comes to watch kill, and suddenly he's not supposed to do that? I mean, he does ATTEMPT to listen but ultimately he argues with Real Frankie about it because he's pissed, he doesn't want this nobody to survive until Hexa-Havoc, he wants them fucking DEAD! He goes out of his way to kill the contestant yet he's stopped by Real Frankie and this ultimately leads to the final confrontation. When he sees Real Frankie try to help the contestant out he's enraged and grabs him by the springy wrist and effectively tells that smiley bastard to fuck off and he's done, the plan is over, they made it to Hexa Havoc meaning what happens now is FAIR GAME!

And it was a fair game, but THAT'S THE ISSUE! In a fair fight with the platforms disappearing and them giving chase they somehow lose. For the first time in 50-something seasons they actually LOSE, this random nobody comes in and beats them and they get sent into an incinerator. Not only that, but after he comes back to life with his consciousness going into a spare suit they had he finds that same fucker who beat him as a contestant in the NEXT season.

And this is where it starts

Season after season Monster Frankie chases with the contestant running and ultimately beating him each and every time. Obstacles change, renovations are made to the parkour palace, seasons tick by. But never once does Monster Frankie figure out how to beat this masked weirdo who just showed up and asserted themselves as this reoccurring guest. His fame, his fun, EVERYTHING that he had built up as a cruel and relentless killer who the audience bets on to murder is flipped upside down. It's this loss after loss that makes Monster Frankie stop thinking the contestant is some lucky little fuck, he begins to realize what he's losing to is SKILL!

THAT'S WHERE IT BLOOMS! There's this unspoken rivalry that starts between them. Monster Frankie will continue to hunt and the contestant will continue to run, the contestant has this constant thrill of being near death thanks to this giant toothy rabbit and Monster Frankie has this little thorn in his side who continues to best him. He's intrigued, mad, but ultimately he can't help but feel a sort of attraction to this. And maybe it ain't one sided? After all the thrill of getting chased is what keeps the contestant coming back after each season and no one else gives them such a rush expect for Monster Frankie. Even if they don't talk much (at least they don't on camera, what happens off screen is left up to anyone's imagination ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭ ) they still fall for each other and find themselves constantly trying to beat the other in this constant hunt.

All good things must come to an end though. As one would guess watching the same person get chased by the same monster may become boring to the audience. You can only change up the obstacles so much before it STILL becomes boring to the watchers. Now's the tragic part: the show has to change. It HAS to, the ratings are starting to drop and then higher ups are demanding things to be shaken up leading both to make a choice. If Monster Frankie and his continuous failures has bored the audience which is gonna force the higher ups to scrap him, they're gonna get rid of him and instead have something else replace him, idk maybe some NEW mascot and he'll be left forgotten and in the incinerator instead of getting a new body. On the other hand the contestant could die, the reigning champ could be dethroned leading to a new champ to possibly rise leading to a new fan favorite the audience can cheer for.

Whatever the case then end is near for the two. One of them is doomed no matter what, one HAS to perish and it's beyond devastating. This rivalry that blossomed into love, what started off as hate that became fondness and possibly even affection is torn away by the same gameshow that brought them both together. It's this tragedy that makes this ship SOOOO FUCKING GOOD! AHHH! I FUCKING LOVE THIS, YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA!

[mochathelion]

hey goopers and gunkers, here is, drumroll please

All of them council quotes from my quotebook (ft markiplier)

"Your blood is worms" -slimecicle

"Eenie meenie miney fuck you" -gillion tidestrider

"This is not the becoming of a prince. This is the becoming of a monster" -shilo bathroy

"I have a lot of opinions, none of them matter" -chip

"You must have confidence in yourself peter. Only then will you slay pussy like you slay gods" -thanatos

"IM GONNA MIGHTY BLOW YOU" -slimecicle

"PRETZEL! JUST A FEW MORE FEET PRETZEL! ITS NOT EVEN A MULTIPLE OF FIVE PRETZELLLL!" -gillion tidestrider

"I've never met God, but when I do I'll break him." -William wisp

"Great rune of the unborn? What is that, like an abortion perk?" -slimecicle

"What if you were like oh let me just check if the floor is real and you kicked it one day and it just disappeared, you'd probably be like of fuck I shouldldnt have done that" -slimecicle

"What do you really want? And just say it so I can fight for it" -gillion tidestrider

"Welp, you know what they say! When life gives you wolves, kill them. Also what? " -slimecicle

"Oh my Lord I smell estrogen" -slimecicles chat

"I'm beans mother fucker" -slmccl

"I'VE MET WAR CRIMINALS MORE DELIGHTFULL THAN YOU" -bizlybebo

"Two Mommy?"-Gillion Tidestrider

"This Jesus guy seems really cool!"-Gillion

"I can't wait to k*ll myself!" -Jay Ferin

"That girl just bit me. and I think I was into it?"-Jay Ferin

"If you zoot one more time im gonna choke you."-Rumi

"…Zoot~"-Peter

"Yippe"-Dakota Cole

"I'm just gonna kms and its gonna be your fault!" -Bizly ooc

"Ahhghduhiejbagci wa"-Kian Stone

"Julian the groomer… has a nice ring to it" -julian

"Its.. sewer ravioli!"-Dakota

"i didn't really think destiny was a thing before i met you, you know everything i had in life was just kinda a shitty hand . i really think it was you that made me feel like we were right where we were supposed to be, you're my friend you know- id drown the world for you" -chip

"CPR THREE LETTERS, WHAT DO THEY MEAN? COMBAT. PATIENT. REPEATEDLY. KICK HIM THREE TIMES GET HIM BACK UP, HE'S GOOD. CURED. Think he had cancer, not anymore" -slimecicle

"That must have been a slant rime because she seemed pretty tilted" -slimecicle

"Be the beans you wish to see in the world" -slimecicle

"A vagina with fangs? Bitchin… What? It sounds stimulating" -grizzlyplays

"Even If it was all inevitable… I'm glad we were written into the same story" -Gillion Tidestrider

"Niklaus is making a deal with russian Goku rn"-Bizly i believe ooc if not Chip

"PRIME DEFENDERS AT THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION" -William Wisp

"Fuck my fucking gay ass life" -condifiction

"SKIBOMBAY" -gillion tidestrider

"I WAS DRINKING YOU PRICK" -bizly

"He looks like a stop sign and has an ass disorder Its not my fault" -William wisp

"Dude you've GOTTA get advantage on this, dude is built like an among us" -slimecicle

"Beans. Beans. I grow my own beans. They are local and they are green. If you taste them you won't be mean. Come on now and try some beans. If you mean business, then trust my bean business. Have a legume, it won't be your doom. Have a legume, you will enjoom. I see your attitude is kind of mean, but you know what cheers me up? My beans. I grow em in the garden, they don't grow far from my home. Beans. I'm in the BEAN ZONE." -slimecicle

"WHAT THE FUCK??!!! FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S?!??! AEEEEEE AEEEE AE AEEE" -slimecicle

"NO NO NO NO YOUR NOT REAL GO AWAY! AMOUNGUS????!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD" -slimecicle

"I am weaponless but not defenceless" -slimecicle

"Don't play the game, eat the dirt, win." -slimecicle

"FATHER, SON, HOLY TROUT COME ON GET US THE FUCK OUT" -gillion tidestrider

"I WILL ABSORB THIS DEMONNNN. IT IS MY MEALLL!" -dakota cole

"You underestimate the power of SEX" -slimecicle

"aHgiA- FORTNITE" -slimecicle

Demonic rambling -slimecicle

"People will say eating chicken nuggets is bad for you, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS BAD FOR YOU? BEING A LITTLE BITCH. WHAT ARE YOU SPONSORED BY SALAD?" -grizzlyplays

"That's right I got two extra hearts and a wooden sword what the fuck are you going to do about it god" -charlie slimecicle

"I'm grabbing bed knife and I'm grabbing bed spear and I'm duel wielding that shit" -markiplier

[rdng1230]

Your post has me desperately needing a bucktommy/saltommy edit to mitski’s washing machine heart but continuing on because ✨pain✨

Anyways because i need more angst do you think sal ever thinks about that night and wishes he had stayed. Had had the courage to whisper words in the daylight instead of moon light. Do you think he’s happy for Tommy when he sees him with Buck but goes home and brings out the old whiskey bottle because he cant stand to look in the mirror because he’s scared what might stare back at him, scared to accept both of them moved on but a part of them both will always be tangled under those sheets under a night sky and lost promises.

(Honestly i gotta quit getting drunk and writing shit at 1:30 in the morning ignore this if ya want to)

ya know I wish I had the patience to become a good video editor, but I honestly fear the monster I would become. I am also chronically bad at remembering song names so I had to Spotify that one real quick and as soon as that little electronic beat came on I was like “oh fuck it’s THAT ONE” I see you anon, I see your vision.

on to the actual answer. There’s two nights you could be talking about so I guess we’re doing double trouble angst on this fine evenin’

Toxic Sal Tommy version with the bad call and the bottoming and the being a fucker afterwards? I think that version of Sal is a lot more terrified of the idea of wanting to be taken care of rather than letting tommy love him specifically. And also just the fear of being truly known, no cocky arrogant mask, no hierarchy, just a guy who is *deeply* affected by the horrors of his job and for one night let’s those wounds be seen. I don’t think this version of Sal truly loved Tommy, I think he profoundly trusted tommy, and that scared the shit out of him which is why he lashed out and ended it. I don’t think seeing Buck and Tommy together specifically would affect him. I think just seeing Tommy as he is now, such an open person who’s honest and doesn’t hide, I think that’s what would haunt Sal the most. I also think his behavior is a repetitive pattern. It’s a matter of 2 steps forward 3 steps back. He finds someone he can bond with, eventually builds a trust, let’s them in for the briefest of encounters, and blows it up again. Rinse lather repeat.

ok doomed lovers Saltommy? Dear god. I think so much of his decision to go into Tommy’s room that night is wrapped up in about 10 layers of guilt at probie’s death, shame at wanting comfort for something he thinks he caused, desire because that pounding in his chest that happens only around Tommy has become undeniable, and just wanting someone there to share the grief with. And even with the crushing tide of all those negative emotions, being in Tommy’s arms for the first time is still one of the best nights of his life.

But the rest of their relationship? That’s the part he truly aches over. He knows the way things ended hurt Tommy deeply, and all the hurt was avoidable if Sal had just admitted his own cowardice, that he knew he was going to hold Tommy back and that it was for the best he leave Sal behind. But instead he let that resentment of Tommy’s bravery build up inside him and made Tommy feel like he was doing something wrong or that Sal just didn’t love him. He used Bobby, a man he knew deep down was right to call him out, to place himself in exile, finally giving Tommy the freedom Sal couldn’t bear to give him himself.

when he sees the picture in the paper he spends the day letting himself cry in a way he never has before. He cries for the dead probie, he cries for all the people he hurt because he couldn’t stand their vulnerabilities, he cries because he knows the man he loves is truly lost to him. He genuinely does feel better after letting it all out and he ends up resolving himself that even though they’d never be together, he should have the decency to tell Tommy it was never his fault, and that all those things he’d said when their romantic relationship ended were completely untrue. so he writes that down in a letter. Tommy’s moved since they cut contact, so he decides to deliver the letter to harbor station in person.

when he gets there he’s surprised to see the 118 kid clearly bringing Tommy lunch. Sal stands just out of sight but he catches their conversation. He realizes Evan Buckley is already fixing all the pieces of Tommy’s heart that Sal broke. And that knowledge makes Sal happier and sadder than anything else ever has.

[devildomditzy]

My General List of OM! Headcannons

If it’s listed here, you can assume my fics/drabbles/headcannons are compliant to it unless stated otherwise. I’ll keep adding to this as I think of/remember more of them that’ve popped into my head at some point.

Remember these are my opinions, it’s cool if you don’t agree with them, but please don’t write a multi-paragraph essay about why I’m wrong on this post.

It’s chill. It’s cool. It’s a mobile app. I’ve managed a gamestop. I’m a certified gamer. You can trust me.

so, without further ado…

Belphie is also a red head (bc twins), but he dyes it because he likes to be dark and brooding

The white stripe grows naturally and is from an accident back when they were still angels, but he thinks it looks cool so he makes a conscious effort to not cover it up

After the events of chapter 16, Mammon rarely wants anything to do with Belphie, causing major tension when either of them have to be in the same room

Riding off that, Mammon does not let Belphie get anywhere near MC, and will make sure he never has a chance to be alone with them

Mammon gets those gold streaks in his hair whenever in his demon form because it’s sexy and i say so

Lucifer is not an extreme sadist, he’s a tired old grandpa trying his best to keep his energetic siblings in line, because if he didn’t, who would?

Asmo is a LOT more fucked up and evil than in the cannon game but not is a psycho way, in a Jennifer’s Body way you feel me?

Diavolo is up to…. something… his charisma and charm hide some very ulterior motives for dragging you down here

Barbatos knows about them too

Lucifer does too but does not agree with them to a full extent so he goes out of his way to secretly keep you from harm

Solomon can probably do some form of mind control which makes him 1000 times scarier to think about

Their lives as angels were just as hard and painful, if not MORE than what they are experiencing as demons

The hardest part of the fall was adjusting to becoming the avatars of sins, they were like almost feral there for a moment

They are always under tremendous amounts of pressure and self control to not revert back to that state

but it is possible :) and if they do :) run :)

On God they have hideous eldritch monster forms be not afraid fucking demonic ass beasts

That’s their real form ^^^

And MC sees them and goes “…eh.”

And they are floored

MC is monster fucker supreme

They can shape shift into whatever form they’d like

What you see (their cannon designs) is the product of years and years of figuring out what they wanted to look like, they can change overtime

That’s all I got at the moment! I’ll update this over time.

[an-theduckin]

Billy Hendricks Character analysis

[DISCLAIMER: I am not justifying or condoning his actions, I am merely showing that he is not just a mindless villain and I'm exploring the depth of his character. This is probably obvious but yeah please don't come after me for this]

Billy Hendricks, kidnapper of Mark. He's a terrifying villain who has no redeeming qualities. Let's dissect that fucker cuz he's got a LOT of layers and depth.

First, let's see some context.

Billy Hendricks was a child actor, starring in 'my dear monster'. He was groomed and made into luring children into Big monster's sewers where Big monster kill them. When Big monster was caught, Billy's mom got him out of the show, saying she doesn't think a life in the spotlight is for her son. In that newspaper poster, Billy Hendricks is seen to be crying. In the poster above, Billy is smiling. Showing how he views Big monster as an inspiration and loves acting. Keep in mind that he was just a child when this all happened, he was supposed to become famous. This was supposed to be the film that make him really get famous in the film industry. He was about to get everything he ever wanted, but than in a flash, everything was taken away from him. He was taken away from what he loved most, acting. Now imagine how this would make him feel. Billy was a kid when this happened and he was an adult when he kidnapped Mark, this suggests that his hatred for Big monster (who's the reason he can't act anymore) has been burning for many years. He is still hung up on his dream, a dream that was shattered long ago and would never be possible to achieve again. This suggests that he cannot move on from the past. (Plus he's a theatre kid and theatre kids are dramatic as hell. Trust me I'd know, I'm a theatre kid too)

The way he act and treat Mark

I think it's obvious that Billy hates Mark, his hatred for Big monster transferring to Mark just because he's Big monster's nephew. His hatred for Mark just grows more and more episode, this can be seen because in the earliest episodes, he refer to Mark as his "best friend". For example, in the first episode he starts off with, "Hello kids! And welcome back, meet my best friend, Mark!" But he stops doing that in later episodes, just referring to Mark as his "friend" instead of "best friend". This subtle change hints that Hendricks is getting more and more impatient with Mark. He also constantly silence Mark for small reasons, in the first episode he just shook his head when he didn't want Mark to say that he want to see his parents, but in later episodes he go as far as to shutting up Mark by putting his hand on his mouth. He doesn't just normally do that too, in the picture below you can see that his grip on Mark is strong. That must hurt Mark. He probably does that on purpose as he resents Mark and is very impatient and hateful towards him.

Billy Hendricks feel as though he is achieving his childhood dreams by doing all this. This may be true because of the way he act. In the rain day episode, when they do those activities such as building a pillow fort, Hendricks actually look genuinely excited for it. He could just be good at pretending to be excited for camera, but it actually felt real. Him acting childish like this reinforces the idea that he is living in the past and hasn't move on from it. Even though he's not a kid anymore, he never grew up. This is also furthur proven because of the fact that he has a "signature outfit" and wears the same set of clothes since he was a child, showing how he never grew out of his childhood. Anyways so, in that episode they do three activities. Building pillow forts, making paper cut pictures, and playing hangman. In the first activity, he looks genuinely happy when Mark says he like the pillow fort that Billy made for him. He could just be acting to be happy, but I don't think that's the case. Because in the other two activities where it starts having a twist of him taunting Mark, he did look "happy" but not as geniune as he did in the pillow fort activity. The comparison can be seen in the pictures below. It's subtle but you can see it, the smile on the right picture looks fake. This implies that he sometimes forget that this isn't what he wanted, and has to remind himself that he isn't just doing this to make himself happy but to also torture Mark and get revenge.

His attitude switches up very fast. Most of the times he talk in a singing-ish tone, mimicking kids shows where they do that. But when he's angry, like for example when Mark tried to escape, his voice becomes firm and serious. This shows how he struggles to stay "in character" sometimes, because his hatred runs so deep that it can be hard to pretend to be this cheerful kids show host. When his voice is firm and he calls out for Mark, he usually emphasises on the 'k' sound of his name. This creates a plosive sound, illustrating that he is being rough in the moment.

Billy Hendricks is dedicated to make Mark suffer. Besides the very obvious tortures that he make Mark go through, he torment him in other more subtle ways too. Here are some examples where he does that.

In the Staying healthy episode, they look at the anatomy of a Little Monster. When Billy said that "It's important to stay healthy so your brain continues to think!", Mark continues the advice by saying, "and your heart continues to love!". But then Billy corrects him, saying, "Pump blood, Mark!". This illustrates Billy as shattering Mark's innocent view of life, contrasting how his childhood dream got shattered too (even though this is a less extreme extent of it)

In the Pet episode, Mark says that he knows alot about pets and suggest that maybe he could lead that episode. But Hendricks shut him off by saying, "I know alot about pets too, Mark". You can sense the anger in his voice when he says that line, suggesting that he gets mad when someone else gets the attention and not him. This ties in his whole character of him getting so much attention from his classmates because he was a child actor and people loved him, but then he got thrown off the spotlight later because of Big monster. His mother's line, "I just don't think a life in the spotlight is for my son" suggests that he doesn't get attention anymore. (Plus he's a theatre kid and theatre kids are attention seekers- yeah okay I'll stop bullying theatre kids now). This idea is further reinforced in the positivity episode, when Mark says that he made a sticky note saying "Yes you can!", Billy tries to get the attention back on him by saying "I wrote some sticky notes too Mark!". This shows how he wants the attention and spotlight on him, and gets mad when Mark tries to get attention too.

Billy Hendricks doesn't just torture and torment Mark himself, he forces Mark to do things he doesn't want to too. For example, in the cooking episode he pressures Mark into killing the paperbag monster, "Are you gonna skin it Mark? Or do I have to do it?", he says the second sentence with a hint of anger in his voice, implying that Mark will probably get tortured if he doesn't do what he ask him to do.

Billy even goes as far as to hurting himself to hurt Mark. Like in the episode where they go to sleep, he brushes his teeth until they're bleeding. He hurt himself just to scare Mark. This portrays him as someone who's dedicated to taunt Mark, and would do it at his own expense.

He also seeks to control Mark, like in the drug episode he says that he'll give drugs to Mark if he's good and go along. This may be because he was forced out of the film industry and it was all out of his control, so he wants control back.

Recurring themes

There's a lot of scenes where Billy Hendricks monologues. All of those monologues portray a pessimistic and negative view of life. He constantly puts a negative spin on things that Mark enjoy too. Some examples are in the Halloween episode where he put razorblades in Mark's candy and ask if it's still his favourite holiday, in the pet episode where he carelessly gave Mark a pet that he wanted who died of neglect, and the biggest example is the career day episode where he puts a negative spin to the jobs that Mark said he wanted to do. This links to how he was going to be a famous actor, but it didn't work out.

Billy Hendricks is presented to have a weird obsession with death and wasting your life. This can be seen especially in the career day episode, where he monologues, "There's only 2169 days until you have to choose a job and it creeps up on you fast. 60 years will pass and before you know it you'll be lying in your death bed wishing you had picked a different career to waste your life on". This may suggest that during the time between after he quit being a child actor and before he kidnapped Mark, he had 'wasted' the years by doing a job that he didn't enjoy. He believes that he would have been happy if he was an actor, but now he couldn't be one. This may be one of the reasons why he is portrayed to be very pessimistic.

His obsession with death is further explored in the kids episode where he says that a child is your peak because "you get showered with adoration and have lots of fun". He wants to be a child again because now he's miserable as an adult, but instead of trying to improve his adult life and moving on from the past, he took away another child's childhood. In that episode, he also taunts Mark by saying that in the adult world, life goes by very fast and that before he know it, he's gonna be too old to work and die. There are many more instances where he monologues about this, but these are the main ones.

There's also a recurring theme of toxic positivity. This is obviously shown in the last episode, the positivity episode. Where his 'inspirational' sticky notes say that everything is okay, while it's not. This is further shown in the posters where he says that you can do dangerous things because "everything works out".

The theme of toxic positivity is also seen in other episodes, like for example in the feelings episode where Billy asks Mark if the pictures are happy or sad. When Mark said that the picture of a dead penguin is sad, Billy says "No silly, all these images are happy". This may be because he was forced out of his dream yet he had to pretend to be okay with it at that time.

People who influence him

There were two people who were a major influence on him. His mom, and Big monster.

Let's talk about his mom first. She just wanted what was best for him, and she got him out of the film industry because she thought it was best for him. She was just looking out for her son, but she didn't realise the negative consequences that her actions would bring. Billy was just a kid and didn't fully understand why his mom would do that, she probably could have explained it to him better. But even if she did, Billy most likely would have just turn out this way anyways because his ambition was too strong. But still, if she did explain it maybe he could have turned out differently. Maybe he wouldn't have this much resentment in him.

Now let's talk about Big monster. He tricked Billy into luring his friend's brother, Johnny Hackett, into the sewers so he can kill him. He was Billy Hendricks' idol, Billy probably saw him in a rose-tinted light and never saw anything bad about him as he idolised him too much. But then he turned out to be a murderer who used Billy to get his victims. This may turn Billy into a pessimistic person, linking back to my point earlier, and would make Billy just expect the worst of everything. He's the main reason why Billy Hendricks became a kidnapper.

Ashur's acting skills

Ah yes, the very necessary ramble about how cool Ashur is. Skip this part if u wanna, I added this solely for myself <3

ASHUR IS SOOOOO GOOD AT ACTING LIKE WTF??? HE SLAYS THE ICONIC BILLYS THREATENING SMILE FACE LIKE HOLY SHITTT THAT MAN IS TERRIFYING!! HE EVEN SOMETIMES SCARE ME GENIUNELY LIKE HOLY FUCKING SHIT HES AMAZING. BILLYS VOOCE RANGE IS JUST SO PERFECT TOO AND NOT 2 MENTION THATS LIKE HIS FIRST TIME ACTING USING VOICE?? (HIS PREVIOUS ACTING SERIES ARE JUST TIKTOK POVS WHERE HE DOESNT TALK) HES LITERALLY SO COOL BRO HES LIKE MY NUMBER ONE INSPIRATION FOR ACTING!!! LIKE THIS MAN LOOKS ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND I LOVE IT!!

The cycle of abuse

The backstory of Billy Hendricks is very tragic. He was an abused child who turned into an abuser. It is important to recognise him as a human too and not just a cruel villain, this does not mean justifying his actions. I firmly believe that dehumanising villains is a bad thing to do, because if you so that you will separate yourself from them and won't recognise it when you're being an accidental asshole. So while I hate him for everything he has done to Mark, I still think we should also see him as a hurt person who continued the cycle of abuse. Let's just hope Mark doesn't do the same thing.

End notes

Ahhhhh I've been planning 2 make this post for so long now! And even though this post is like, VERY long, I still feel like I've only barely scratch the surface of his character. He's a very interesting and complex character n should be treated as such. Also, this is just the way I see him, you are allowed 2 disagree with me ofc! You can have a different opinion on him than me, and you can express it, but please just don't be rude about it! If you'd like 2 discuss his character further or is confused abt smth I said here, feel free 2 ask me abt it! I'm more than happy 2 do it (if you're nice with it ofc) :3

Anyways yeah I hope u enjoyed this character analysis of him, and please reblog if u did (no pressure) cuz it took me such a long time 2 make this TwT

[ambyandony]

Illuso monster au concept sketch (very very sketch quality)

Illuso (probably his first name but idk his last)

mirror ghost

presumably dead human - definitely dead (thats most ghosts most ghosts are dead. non-dead ghosts are classed under spirits) i've established that he's dead

COD unknown (he doesnt like to talk about it) (most ghosts do not like to talk about it. I recommend not asking ghosts about the circumstances of their deaths.)

whatever it was was probably fairly traumatic and he misses being alive. he is spiteful towards prosciutto, who is a lich (basically voluntarily zombified himself with necromancy in a bid to achieve immortality) LEARN TO DIE LIKE A REAL MAN FUCKHEAD I DIDNT DIE A GRUESOME DEATH TO SEE SOME PASTY-ASS BLOND FUCKER EVADE DEATH LIKE A FUCKING COWARD

He is only able to appear in mirrors / reflections. While he's able to be outside of mirrors, he is invisible / inaudible (unless under certain conditions). When seen inside of mirrors, his skin and particularly eyes appear to be shattered, so it's possible that when he manifests in a mirror, he's accompanied by a cracking noise when he moves as the mirror breaks. The mirrors only appear broken where he is, so they probably repair themselves when it comes to specifically this.

his fingers are often seen broken off in a jagged fashion, which makes his body appear to actually be glasslike or maybe statuesque. Which fingers are broken may not always be consistent, and the extent to which they are broken can differ, but his hands are never fully intact. Sometimes they are missing completely (though never both at once... at least hopefully, ‘cause that would fucking suck for the poor bitch).

other parts including his arms and legs (and maybe even his ponytails on rare occasion) can sometimes also be seen 'broken off'. whether this affects him directly in terms of him "actually" missing those parts is questionable. but if he's manifested and his leg appears damaged it does seem to impact his mobility, and its not entirely clear when or how these breakages occur / repair / change / etc

his ponytails also appear jagged somehow

illuso likely spends a lot of his time in the mirror world because it's the only place where he actually exists as a physical entity and can (possibly?) make physical contact with people. hes actually very lonely and really misses the ability to hug people under normal circumstances but of course he would never fucking admit that.

Being in the mirror world isn't necessarily the same as manifesting inside of the mirrors, though it appears similarly; when manifested inside of a mirror, he sort of becomes part of the mirror, whereas when in the mirror world, he can actually move around independently from where the mirror is despite being ‘inside’ the mirror still. In both cases, he is visible, but intangible outside of the mirror world itself, since he's inside of the mirror, and not just being seen reflected in the mirror. He can therefore be outside the mirror, wherein he's 'semicorporeal': he can kinda be made contact with, but is completely invisible and would mostly just get in the way, and only his reflection is actually being seen.

Sorbet's Stand (Super Trouper) has an ability that is light-based (it pretty much uses light to knock people out). This could be a bit troublesome considering Illuso has to be in a mirror to manifest which perhaps risks redirecting Super Trouper's light which was funny once (despite Gelato's rage) but problematic the second time

There's most likely at least one mirror in almost every room of La Squadra's Hideout, because Illuso would be unable to interact or communicate properly with the others otherwise. illuso everywhere system

Formaggio has used Little Feet to shrink down mirrors for easy illuso transportation and im not sure if theyve just forgotten that compact mirrors are a thing orrrr……..

[rosalind-hawkins]

Diceshipping for the ask game?

Ask Game

1. What made you ship it?

The short answer is: my own imagination.

It's one that I've only recently given serious thought to, so this is a new one that I'm playing with. I like to think that if Yami Bakura had met Duke during Duke's villain phase, they might have teamed up, not because Bakura would have seen Duke as an asset to him, but because he thought he could use Duke as a distraction for Yugi and co while YB does his own thing. I think he would have found Duke too interesting to toy with to get rid of after that. As villains together, they would have very Fatal Attraction vibes and be a super possessive, fucked-up couple in a way that's fun to watch but horrible for real life. Duke keeps trying to prove he should be Bakura's focus instead, and as a result keeps getting in the way. Bakura is his mentor in villainy. Duke will absolutely turn on him if he ever finds out that Bakura killed Pegasus, and then it becomes a "if I'm going down, I'm taking you down with me" mutual-destruction-but-at-least-we're-together kind of thing.

All evil and villainy aside, I think YB (esp the Season Zero version) would actually really enjoy Dungeon Dice Monsters. Then he sees the hottie who invented it, and in the most unhinged way possible, he says "I want to devour you" (because that's him trying to flirt) and Duke sees it for exactly what it is but laughs and says, "Get in line, pal, you're not the only one," and Bakura realizes he has to prove himself worthy of his attention (that's always going to be a theme with this ship). So he does his usual attempts at getting to know someone: digging through their trash, stalking them online, breaking into their home—and decides that since DDM means so much to Duke and us something Bakura also enjoys, he's going to prove him myself by winning a DDM tournament. Duke is present at the tournament of course and sees Bakura's efforts and realizes that he isn't just one of his fans and is seriously interested, so Duke decided to give this raccoon of a man a chance. You know they shop at Hot Topic together to be their fabulous goth selves and bond over dice collecting.

2. What's your favorite thing about this ship?

Goth dice dorks bonding over complex dungeon games.

Duke is the bad bitch that Bakura pulled by being autistic.

Duke doesn't care about Bakura being an eldritch magical monster of destruction, he will still call him Babygirl~ and Bakura gets flustered just trying to process that.

And if we go with Duke x Zorkura, you know Dukey Boi becomes a certified monster-fucker, and is proud of it.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't know that this rare pair even has popular or unpopular opinions on it, but I do think it might be uncommon for people to consider both the villain and non-villain potentials for this ship, because I think most people forget about Duke's villain phase (or Duke entirely 😭).

I did just realize that they lowkey have the same vibes as Thiefshipping without the toxicity or the mind control, and I feel like that opens up a whole new world of possibilities. 👀👀👀👀

[daydreamingfuel]

Freak Like Me

Chapter 5

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

AO3 // previous // next

Y/N has just moved to Hawkins from England with her parents and is starting at the high school in the final term of her senior year. Eddie immediately takes a liking to her and they become fast friends, deciding to take her under his wing and falling to her charms. This is Hawkins however and things are never quite as they seem...

WHOLE FIC TAGS & WARNINGS: gratuitous use of Y/N (I'm not sorry), friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, eventual smut, semi-fix-it-fic, angst, injury, canon dialogue and events used, canon graphic violence, no main character death :)

Chapter Tags & Warnings: lying to the Police, Y/N has Eddie brainrot (same babe, same), important conversations, use of the word 'slut' in the form of intrusive thoughts, panic attack, Eddie trying his darndest, smoking, a lot of swearing, canon-compliant events and dialogue used, heavy flirting and moves being attempted again (these fuckers just can't catch a break)

Chapter Word Count - 6.4k

A/N - so, apparently I can't write anything in a time period shorter than two months. to make up for it this chapter is incredibly eddie-heavy after the last update, so you're welcome for that.

They didn’t try to stay in the fishing shed for much longer as fatigue set in quickly, though Y/N doubted she would get any rest at all. Eddie, desperately trying to make things right, tried to convince Y/N to stay with him, so they could talk about everything, to no avail.

“Don’t, Eddie.” Y/N pulled away from him. “We have a lot to talk about, but not right now.”

“But Y/N-” Eddie pleaded but Y/N cut him off.

“I’m exhausted, I haven’t slept. And the news about alternate dimensions and monsters being real? I need to be alone for a while.” Y/N’s voice cracked as she spoke, and Eddie’s face fell, “Plus, the police are probably going to want a statement from me so I should probably be at home for when that happens.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head, “Why would they want to question you?”

“If Max saw us both go into the trailer with Chrissy, and only you leaving, chances are others did too.” Y/N reasoned, and he sat back against the wall. Y/N started to walk away, to where Steve was holding the door open for her – trying to not eavesdrop, but paused. She bit her lip in thought for a second before turning back and crouching down in front of him. Lifting up his chin, she forced him to make eye contact, “Hey, I’ll be back as soon as I can. There’s a conversation we need to finish.”

With those final words, she left the shed and found her way back to the car. Somehow, the journey back into central Hawkins felt quicker than it had last night, though that may have been just because she was in and out of consciousness; awake enough to let Steve know where to drop her off and pick her up in the morning, but not enough to remember getting there. As Steve pulled up to her resting tree, she could see her mother in a dressing gown on the front porch with an absurdly large mug of what she assumed was tea. They bid her goodbye, Dustin giving her a big hug and Steve squeezing her hand gently, and let her know that they’d be there around 8am to pick her up for a supply run.

Y/N stumbled up to the house and into her room, collapsing on her bed and passing out fully dressed. She was abruptly woken up by harsh knocks on the front door and a shout that it was the police when they didn’t get an answer. Groggily, Y/N pulled herself up, glancing at the clock reading 7am and cursing to herself before wandering to the door.

“Miss Y/L/N? Can we come in? We have a few questions.” A man asked the second she opened the door. Giving him a quick scan, she noted the chief's badge and nodded, allowing him and his fellow officer to enter without a word. At the sound of people, Mrs Y/L/N soon entered the kitchen and took a silent place next to her daughter at the dining table when she read the situation she had just walked into. “I’m Chief Powell, this is Officer Callaghan. I just have a few questions, answer with honesty and there won’t be any trouble. Are you aware of the events that have taken place at the trailer park two nights ago?”

“I have heard that there was a body found in the Munson trailer, yes,” Y/N answered as calmly as she could, though her heart was beating out of her chest.

“Can you tell us where you were on Friday night?” The chief asked, and Y/N nodded before telling her story.

“Well, after school finished, I played a long game of Dungeons and Dragons with my friends, like we do every Friday,” I thought for a second then said, “Afterwards I went to the trailer park with Eddie and Chrissy, to pick up a notepad that I had left there whilst studying on Thursday and then I came home and had dinner with my mother. Usually, I’d stay at the trailer with Eddie on a Friday - but my dad left for a business trip that morning, so I came home to spend the night with my mum.”

Mrs Y/L/N, smiled at the story though she knew it wasn’t the truth, and placed a hand on top of Y/N’s on the table. Powell and Callaghan exchanged a glance before proceeding with their next question, “Can you tell us why Chrissy was at the trailer park?”

“I assumed it was to pick up some stuff for the championship party, she’s head cheerleader and her boyfriend is on the winning team, I didn’t question it.” Y/N answered, leaning back in her chair, a quizzical raise of an eyebrow accompanied her fidgeting hands, “Why? What’s Chrissy got to do with any of this?”

Y/N allowed the world to go numb around her as Chief Powell gave her the earth-shattering news that Chrissy was dead, the memories of her murder haunting her again like they had been since it happened, more tears falling. She hadn’t been certain that she could cry any more over this, but she was proved wrong. “Do you know where Eddie Munson is?”

“What?” Y/N was pulled out of her stupor at the question, blinking tears away as she looked between the Chief and the Officer in front of her, “You think Eddie, my Eddie, did it?”

“The boy’s van was gone when we got there. There are multiple witnesses seeing the three of you entering the trailer, but not a single one saw you leave.” Officer Callaghan spoke, and his voice immediately made Y/N’s skin crawl. It seemed to Y/N like he wanted Eddie to have done this; like it would be so easy for him to lock him away without another thought. At least nobody had seen her leave. “All the evidence points to-”

“Evidence? What evidence?” Y/N questioned before she could stop herself.

Well done, this isn’t going to end well for you.

Chief Powell was taken aback by the abrupt questioning, “Miss Y/L/N, we cannot disclose case detail during an ongoing investigation, it’s-”

“Have you found a murder weapon?” she cut him off, pushing further, knowing they had nothing on him.

It was Callaghan who answered, to the shock of his Chief, “Well, no but-��

“A motive then? Or signs of a struggle in the trailer?” The pair stared back at her unsure of what to say, she had put them on the spot unexpectedly. “No? So, all you have is circumstantial ‘evidence’.” Y/N knew that would be enough to turn the town against them, but she stood her ground anyway. They were innocent. “He didn’t do this. He couldn’t have, he’s completely harmless. Yeah, he’s a bit much for most people but he would never actually hurt someone maliciously. And he definitely doesn’t have it in him to, to kill.”

Callaghan, having grown increasingly agitated, stood up and towered over her, “Do you know what I think? I think you’re covering for him. I think you know he did it and are hiding him somewhere.”

“What’s your proof?” Y/N bit back, rage consuming her at the, not-completely, false accusation.

“Tell us where he is!”

“That’s enough!” Chief Powell stood up as well slamming his hands on the table. “Callaghan, take a walk.” Callaghan huffed and stormed out of the room, Chief Powell sat back down and spoke more calmly, “Miss Y/L/N, I get the feeling you’re not telling me something. Any small detail could help us solve this.”

“I- There’s nothing to say, I don’t know what happened after I left.” The lies were bitter on her tongue but there was no other way around this. Feeling her mother's hand on her’s gripping it slightly, she took a deep breath and continued. “I told Chrissy to have fun at the party as I left and hugged Eddie goodbye, saying that I’d make it up to him for ditching our movie night tradition and that’s it.” Chief Powell sighed in defeat. Y/N couldn’t help a small scoff from escaping her, as she added with a little more bite, hoping that it stuck, “Do an autopsy, figure it out. Cause I can’t explain this any more than you can.” They stared at each other for a second before Y/N collapsed back in her seat, “I just know that he’s innocent. I just do.” Y/N pleaded with the chief, hoping to any God that would listen that she sounded like a distraught friend in shock and disbelief, instead of a lying suspect, “Why would he kill my best friend?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

By the time Steve arrived with the others, the paranoia had started to creep up on Y/N – re-running the conversation again and again until she had the whole thing memorised, dissecting every last detail in an effort to convince herself that they had believed her and weren’t going to be back with a warrant for her arrest. Having restocked her own backpack with everything she thought she could possibly need for the day, she headed out to the car where the others waited. Mrs Y/L/N had whispered a small ‘be safe’ in her ear as she kissed her cheek goodbye, but Y/N had the feeling she couldn’t make that promise, not knowing when she’d be back. Sliding into the backseat again, the group settled into an uneasy chatter, trying to embrace the brevity of the morning before the inevitable manhunt for Eddie began throughout town. Robin fiddled with the radio until a news station reporting on the incident made her turn it off altogether.

“They have no fucking clue,” Y/N muttered under her breath, covered slightly by a deep sigh, but they all heard it.

“Who doesn’t?” Dustin immediately piped in, Robin turning in her seat to look at Y/N quizzically and Steve eyeing her in the rearview mirror to let her know he was also listening. Even Max moved a headphone off one ear so she could listen.

Groaning and massaging her temples, Y/N closed her eyes for a second to collect her thoughts, before ultimately saying, “The police. I had a visit from them this morning before you guys arrived.”

“What?!” Steve exclaimed from the driver's seat, sounding vaguely parental in his scolding, “Why did you not tell us as soon as you saw us?”

“I’m sorry!” Y/N, befuddled by his concern, apologised to Steve, who gave her a look that said, ‘you’d better be’. She continued, “Look, they have nothing on me or Eddie, nothing tangible that would hold up in a trial anyway, but it was still fucking scary to have to lie to them, about where he is and what’s going on, at 7am after a horrible nights’ sleep.”

“They really have no idea?” Robin asked for confirmation and Y/N shook her head, “Well that’s something at least, I mean when we were messing with Dustin’s Cerebro and listening in to the scanners they’re certain he’s still a suspect and they’re absolutely going to pin this on him either way but-”

“If it goes to trial somehow, it’s unlikely he’ll be charged.” Y/N finished the sentence and Robin nodded. “If we survive whatever this is anyway.”

“We’ve survived before, we can do it again,” Robin reassured her, though it sounded more like she was convincing herself. The rest of the drive to the store was mostly silent, barre Dustin going over details under his breath and occasionally asking Y/N for clarification on what happened again. As she wandered through the aisles, absentmindedly picking up Eddie's favourite snacks and drinks, her mind drifted to the what if’s.

If only you didn’t suggest that Chrissy buy something for her nightmares.

If only you’d asked earlier about what was going on with her.

If only you’d kissed Eddie in the drama room after Hellfire like you wanted to.

Maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

Maybe Chrissy would be alive.

Maybe Eddie would be with you right now.

She was still mystified that he’d abandoned her, and she was going to make him work for her forgiveness for that, but the more and more she thought about him, the more she just missed him and wanted to make it right. And the more she desperately missed Chrissy, weighed down by how she contributed to her demise.

You’re not innocent.

“Y/N? You okay?” Steve’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears, and snapped her out of her thought-spiral, shaking it off and smiling at him.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He wasn’t convinced. “Is this too much?” Y/N referenced the growing pile of snacks in her arms.

He cocked his head looking at it then smiled back at her, “Whatever he doesn’t want, we’ll split between us.”

She laughed lightly, “Deal.”

Another hour passed in the car and they were back at Ricks’ fishing shed. In the daylight, Y/N could really see just how dilapidated the building was - dented, marked up and covered in a weird moss or algae growing from the lake brine, the few windows in desperate need of a clean, and worst of all the smell was a lot more pungent under the sun.

“Jesus!” Eddie exclaimed, panicked as they too loudly kicked open the heavy metal door, bags in hand, five of them huddled together in the doorway.

Dustin grinned cheekily, “Delivery service!”

Eddie sighed, looking at them all in exasperation, seeing them all grinning back at him, Y/N feeling Steve lift up an arm to give him a little wave. Carrying over the bags, Eddie immediately took them from Y/N with a small thanks before digging through them like a racoon in the night, smiling to himself somewhat at the plethora of things she had obviously picked out. He collapsed into a half-exposed boat and pulled a box of honeycomb cereal to his chest, diving in with handfuls, interspersed with chocolate milk. The rest of the group had dispersed themselves around the room, finding their own places to perch or lean on, but Y/N moved to sit next to him, giving him a small smile before he shifted up to give her enough space. Despite this, she elected to sit as close to him as possible, craving his presence and leaning her head on his tense shoulder as he continued to eat.

“So, we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” Dustin broke the silence, “How do you prefer it?”

Eddie didn’t stop eating to respond, “Bad news first, always.”

“All right. Bad news.” The teen searched for the correct phrasing for a second before breaking the news to Eddie, “We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max added, looking from Eddie to Y/N, urging her to speak.

Eddie looked down at Y/N, eyes wide and accusatory, where she rested her head on him and she pulled herself up to sit straighter, “Yeah…They came for me this morning, tried to get me to rat you out and throw you under the bus- I just mixed my metaphors, anyway-” Y/N rambled, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, and flicking her eyes between all of them between looking down at her shoes, “-Obviously I didn’t say a thing…Actually no, that’s not true, I basically told them to do their jobs better, probably really reckless of me but maybe now they’ll actually do a full autopsy and realise there’s no way you could have done it-”

“You lied to the police? For me?” Eddie cut her off, cutting off her ramble with a long blink to process it all in complete disbelief, which turned quickly to awe as she gazed up at him – not needing to say a word to let him know it was the truth. “And the good news?”

Y/N gave him a weak smile, “Your name hasn't gone public yet.”

“But if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do.” Robin, then added gravely,  “And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.”

Y/N could see him deflate slightly as he took in her words, “Hunt the freak, right?”

Robin could only confirm, and Eddie cursed to himself before Dustin tried his hand at reassurance, “So, before that happens, find Vecna, kill him,1 and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin?” The dry sarcasm dripped off Eddie’s tongue, exhausted just at the sound of the ‘plan’, “That's all?”

Dustin just grinned sarcastically back at him, “Yeah, no, that's pretty much it.”

Before Eddie could bite back another retort, Robin jumped in, “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this before.” The pair in the boat gave her a look of confused disbelief, so she continued, “I mean, they have a… a few times, and… and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

At this point, Steve, who had been listening in decided to pipe up with further explanation, as though it was the most normal thing to discuss, “Yeah, see, usually we rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

Robin volleyed, “So we're technically in more of the-”

“Kinda…” Steve searched for the right words when Max found them for him.

“Brainstorming phase.”

Steve clicked a point at her, “Brainstorming.”

“There…” Dustin splutters as he tries again to give Eddie peace of mind, “There's nothing to worry about.”

Steve scoffs lightly in agreement, and gives Eddie a calm and confident smile, but it quickly fell as the wail of sirens sounded. Steve cursed, “Shit.” As the sirens grew louder and closer, Robin urged to cover the boat with Eddie and Y/N were sat in with tarp for them to hide, and Eddie immediately complied by grabbing the bright blue tarp with one hand and pulling Y/N closer with the other as he covered them.

Y/N then found herself pinned to Eddie’s chest, laying uncomfortably on the bottom of the boat, the cereal he’d dropped surrounding them as it spilled from the box. Face to face, mere centimetres apart, they got to finally look at each other properly for the first time in days. Eddie was paler than usual, eyes tired and lips reds, presumably from nervous biting, hair a tangled mess a top his head. She was sure he could see that she wasn’t doing much better, if the bags forming under her eyes from restless nights weren’t evidence enough, the way she clung to him in fear like she had before would be solid reminder. The tight grip around her waist loosened slightly as the sound of sirens died down but still the tarp remained until Steve called the all-clear.

Lacing their fingers together, Y/N pulled Eddie back up to sitting with her, pushing the tarp of with her other hand. Steve was pacing, hair dishevelled from running his hands through it but it still managed to look perfect somehow, which annoyed Y/N greatly. After a few more seconds of pacing as the sirens fully died off, Steve stopped and pulled his car keys back out of his pocket.

“I think we should follow them.” He finally spoke, “Just to make sure they’re definitely not on Eddie’s trail.”

Robin shrugged and started collecting her things, followed quickly my Max and Dustin, who added, “We should probably also loop Nancy and Lucas in on what’s happening, if it is the Upside Down again, we’re gonna need all the help we can get- Y/N? You, okay?”

Y/N hadn’t moved an inch as the other made their moves to leave, “I think I should stay here with Eddie.”

“Absolutely not. Nope. Not happening.” Eddie protested, squeezing her laced hand as he turned to her. “You can’t stay here, your mom-”

“My mum told me to come look for you.” His eyes widened and mouth gaped as she stopped his rant with a hand to his chest. “She believes in you, and more importantly she believes in me. She told me to bring you home. If I don’t come back she’ll assume I’m still looking, at least for a little longer, before she starts to panic. Besides, weren’t you the one begging me to stay here with you just last night?”

Eddie lets out a sigh that turns into a frustrated groan, “Harrington, just- just go, do what you need to do.”

The man didn’t need to be told twice, shepherding Dustin, Max, and Robin back out to his car. As he reached the door he paused and turned back to the pair in the boat, locking eyes with Y/N, “Stay safe.”

The door slammed shut, leaving Eddie and Y/N alone. Silence, tension palpable in the air the longer they sat, fidgeting, hip to hip. Eventually, Eddie broke the uneasy quiet, with a hushed whisper of, “Are you still mad at me?”

Y/N sighed, “Yes.” But then squeezed his hand, “And, no.” Eddie closed his eyes in slight relief, “I’m a little confused about how I’m feeling right now.”

“Do…do you wanna talk about it?” The question posed, though heavy, was asked so awkwardly but with such sincerity that Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that he was always ready to lend her his ears if ever she needed it, he had told her as much on Friday before all the chaos started but she didn’t quite believe him, part of her thinking he just said it out of courtesy, until now. “We’ve nothing else to do whilst we wait to be hunted down by townies.”

Unable to speak as her mind raced, trying figure out how best to phrase everything she needed to say, debating how much to say and devising ways to get around the whole thing, she just nodded. He unlaced their hand momentarily as he made himself a little more comfortable in the boat, straddling the bench to face her, before reaching for her hand again. Taking a few shaky breaths, she folded one leg under herself to face him and let her hands fall into his. His thumbs rubbed circles into the backs of her hands to soothe her as she collected her thoughts, opening her mouth to speak before thinking better of it and closing it again a few times over.

“Eddie…” Y/N sighed his name softly, “Look...on Friday night, before all this happened, I had this plan, I guess, to tell you everything that was going on with me – secrets from my past, plans for the future and where you fit in to it, and I had a surprise for you that I was – am! – still really excited about but it all feels…not meaningless, just…not as important anymore, not when your livelihood is at stake.” He didn’t interrupt. Though he was fidgeting, it was the quietest she’d ever seen him. Eddie was trying desperately to pay attention and hang on to every word she was saying. “All cards on the table - when you ran, it all just fell apart and I’ve been spiralling ever since. Furious that you ran. Confused about what I did wrong. Hopeless in the thought I wouldn’t find you. Mind-numbing fear that what killed Chrissy was coming back. But mostly, I’ve just been sick to my stomach thinking that you weren’t okay, that I’d find you dead, mutilated like Chrissy and I- What happened?”

Eddie licked his lips, blinking few times as he thought back to Friday night, “Y/N, no amount of explanation is going to justify me just leaving you there, believe me I know that, but please believe me when I say you did nothing wrong, I fucked up. Big time. And I’m so, so unimaginably sorry,” His big brown eyes pleaded with her to understand that he was truly remorseful, as he gripped her hands tighter, “I wanted to stay, every bone in my body willed me to stay there with you and as soon as I left, I wanted to come back, but my stupid fucking brain was screaming at me to just get the fuck outta there at all costs. Survival instincts I guess, to flee. Run away.”

Y/N looked away, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back indignant tears, taking a few breaths. Still, her hands never let his go, clinging on to him for dear life. She urged away the thoughts to snap at him again for she knew it would be of no help, no matter how badly she wanted to. Being mad at him caused an ache in her chest that made her nauseous, but full forgiveness wasn’t quite on the table yet but wasn’t far off. Her concern for him far outweighed the spite brewing in her anyway.

After a small sniffle, she finally looked back at him. Eddie was tense, chewing on his lip as his eyes racked over her again and again for any sign of her pushing him away, but found none. “I can’t stop thinking about why ‘Vecna’-” She scoffed sightly at the name Dustin had given the killer as she said it, thinking back to his notebook where she had caught the word ‘Demogorgon’ and realising that it was probably how they referred to the monsters they had previously fought and not notes from a D&D campaign like she’d initially thought, “-came for Chrissy in the first place.”

“I’ve got no idea…” He looked haunted by the memory for a second before he spoke again, “Well, she was your best friend, apart from me - though I’m not sure I deserve the title anymore,” Eddie looked down at their entwined hands in shame, before meeting her eyes again, “did you notice anything weird going on before Friday? You know, like signs that we missed?”

The nightmares and late-night phone calls came to mind. “I mean, she was having horrific nightmares, had to call me to calm her down on Thursday night. She said that they felt too real. Like they were actually happening to her. It was driving her crazy. I thought it was down to stress, she doesn’t- didn’t have the happiest home life…her mum’s a colossal bitch, trying to keep her ‘perfect’”.

“Her life seemed pretty damn perfect from the outside. And she was actually nice, unlike the preppie dickheads in that school. Where do the nightmares fit into that picture?” Eddie questioned, perplexed. He hated most of the preppies because they despised him, but Chrissy never had a bad word to say about him, so he grew fond over the limited time they spent together. But he never truly considered to be a friend, until she died, and he realised just how much he liked having her around - the girly bubble-gum blur that she was. Regret had consumed his every waking moment, for many reasons since that night, but not talking to her more niggled at the back of his mind like an itch he would never be able to scratch.

Y/N sighed before gently explaining Chrissy’s issues with food and her mother’s pressure to look and act perfect, the rage and regret bubbling up inside her again. “I should have recognised it sooner. She was always skittish whenever we ate together, and her mum always gave me the stink eye whenever we were at her house, bringing home snacks for movie nights. I assumed she just didn’t like me and didn’t pay any mind to it. But obviously there were some other reasons she didn’t want me and my cookies around.”

Eddie was simmering with the same rage that Y/N was, “And I’ll bet anything that she’s going to act like they were as thick as thieves to the press, knowing that she made her own daughter sick.”

“Chris deserved better,” Y/N muttered to herself, “Eds, I’m such a bad friend, I should’ve-”

“Sweetheart, you did everything you could.” Eddie cut her off, the familiar nickname spawning a flurry of butterflies in her stomach despite the gnawing guilt in her mind, “The fact that she even told you any of that, trusted you enough to call you in the middle of the fucking night, says how much of an effect you had on her.”

She couldn’t look at him, anxiety still crawling all over her, “…I think, apart from the guidance counsellor, I was the only one she told about any of it.” He hummed in acknowledgement.

“And,” His voice dropped, slightly hushed, testing the waters, “speaking from experience, you are not a bad friend.” Making a bold move in their reconciliation, he reached out and tilted her head up with two fingers under her chin to make her meet his gaze. She didn’t push him away, but leaned into his hold on her instinctually, “Alright, enough of the heavy for now. I need a smoke, you want one?”

An olive branch, a gesture of normalcy. She nodded as much as she could with his grip still on her jaw. Lightly dragging his thumb down her neck slightly and watching as her eyes fluttered closed for a split second, an easy smile graced his lips as he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He lit up his own before placing a second between her slightly parted lips and lighting it, receiving a face full of smoke as a thank you. “D’ya wanna know why I came up here? Rick’s 'outta town' for a while, told me I could use the house whenever I wanted, ‘needed an escape’ or some shit like that.” Eddie scoffed at his friends’ words, making wild gestures with his hands as he spoke. It felt almost…normal, to sit and talk and smoke. Easy. Familiar. Comfortable. As though they weren’t in hiding, “I was actually planning on kidnapping you for a few days, bring you up here…just us, to hang in peace, uninterrupted…” he let the implication hang in the air - Y/N getting more and more flustered by the second as ideas flooded her mind as the memory of their previous private unfinished moments ghosted over her - before he continued “well, it doesn’t really matter anymore, anyway my point is, when I ran, it was still in my head – the idea of us here - and I guess my body kinda drove me here on autopilot.”

“You know that doesn’t absolve you, right?” Y/N said, half teasing but the underlying seriousness didn’t go unnoticed.

Eddie snickered, “Yeah, I know.” He flicked off the ash of his cigarette onto the floor beside the boat before taking a long drag and blowing it into the air. The sight of his exposed neck on display made her cheeks heat unexpectedly, not quite believe how attractive she found the simple action. Leaning into her personal space he murmured, “M’gonna do everything I can to earn your forgiveness, sweetheart, just tell me what you want.”

You.

Just you.

“Just don’t run from me again, you sure do know how to bruise a girl’s ego.” She whispered back, slightly breathless from the proximity.

The smirk he was holding back was thinly covered by the furrowed brows of a serious façade as he nodded, “You got it, no running. As for your ego…well, being stuck in this shithole whilst on the run from the police is a hell of a lot better with your sweet company.”

“Why thank you darling, that’s what I’m here for.” Letting out a sharp laugh, she lightly pushed him away, prodding her cheek with her tongue in exasperation.

Eddie laughed a little too loudly before remembering where they were and looked back at Y/N sheepishly, “You know what I meant, you just…things are easier when you’re around, is all.”

She did know exactly what he had meant. Since that first day, when he had made her feel so welcome, when they had instantly clicked, the air had felt lighter whenever he was around. Every menial, monotonous task became a game with Eddie there that ended in fits of laughter. Every study session felt less like reading a drill manual when he read the textbooks aloud like he was presenting a campaign. Seemingly simple movie nights in held some of her favourite memories, his head thrown back in carefree laughter, the sound reverberating in her ears like a symphony for her soul. Whenever he was around, the stress and anxiety simply washed away in calming, happy waves with every condescending smirk; every mischievous glint in his eye; every squeeze of his hand on her thigh; every soft breath that fanned over her lips when he crowded her space.

Her gaze softened as she gently brushed his cheek with one hand, cigarette held limply between her fingers, as the other reached for his hand to lace their fingers again, “Yeah, I know what you meant.” As he leaned in slightly, eyes scanning her face, Y/N pulled away slightly, “Eddie…I want to, I do,”

“Good, ‘cause I do too,” Eddie muttered, free hand sliding up onto her waist, before he sighed and dropped his forehead against hers, “But not right now, right?”

Y/N silently nodded against him, fingers still laced as the other hand on his face slid down to hold the nape of his neck beneath the tangled mess of curls, “Somehow it feels inappropriate, couldn’t possibly guess why…” voice low, resisting the urge to groan as he let his hand rub along her side.

“Yeah, it’s not like I’m a fugitive or anything, that’d ruin the mood,” He snickered, wrapping his arm around her back, and sliding closer to her on the bench, “One day, one glorious day, there won’t be any stupid fucking thing in the way.”

“No interdimensional monsters framing you for murder, no running from the police…” He hummed in approval, nose bumping against hers, “just me, telling you how much of a dumbass you are for waiting so long.”

“Well excuse me for trying to be a gentleman,” The statement completely undermined by the sharp squeeze to her hip, pulling a choked gasp from Y/N.

He smirked as Y/N tangled her hand in the curls at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, cause you giving me the ‘fuck me’ eyes ten times a day and almost defiling the Hellfire room on Friday, was completely gentlemanly, I feel sufficiently courted.”

“If I recall correctly, sweetheart,” condescension oozing with every word, staring her down, “you have been just as eager, dare I say needy, for me as I’ve been for you,” Y/N gulped at the phrasing, hating the immediate effect it had on her, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every chance you get and giving me the ‘fuck me’ eyes, as you so succinctly called it, whenever I’m DMing or playing guitar or driving - so cut the bullshit, princess.”

Make me. The phrase itched on her tongue.

Fuck, I want him.

Slut.

Your best friend dies, and Eddie is on the run and you’re horny?

You completely insensitive bitch.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Suddenly everything became too much - his hands on her, the proximity, her spiralling thoughts – and she couldn’t breathe. “I uh- I’m sorry, I just…” Y/N completely pulled away, standing up and walking away to lean on a nearby work bench, trying to calm her ragged breathing. Her hands shook slightly against the hard wood of the table, eyes clenched shut as she attempted to focus on her breathing, counting to ten over and over again inaudibly.

“Y/N? What- are you okay? Sweetheart?” the metalhead scrambled up and out of the little boat, rushing over to where she was stood, trembling. “Oh god, was it me? I went too far I’m sorry.”

“Eddie…” Y/N’s voice, soft and weak made him pause, calling out for him as the panic consumed her, “Can’t- I can’t breathe.”

He buffered, arms frozen mid-air, half reaching for her and half wanting to give her space, “Uh…try, try taking some deep breaths. I’ll do it with you. In and out, in and out.” She tried to follow his lead but the voices in her head were getting louder and louder. Overpowering her. Collapsing under the pressure, Eddie immediately crouched down beside where she was curled into a ball on the grimy floor. “Jesus, fuck, Y/N talk to me, what’s going on?” The boy’s voice shook as he cradled her to his chest, her hands balling up his shirt in her fists, holding on for dear life.  

Disgusting little slut, you deserve to feel like this.

Did you really think that this would be okay?

You’re pathetic.

He’s just playing you, feels bad for you.

Chrissy is better off dead than being your friend.

“Shut up, shut up! It’s not true…It’s not true, get out of my head.” Y/N held her hands to her head, as if to squeeze the horrific thoughts free from her mind, sobbing whilst being rocked back and forth by Eddie as his strong arms circled her protectively.

His head dropped down, to rest his cheek atop her head, “C’mon darlin’, breathe with me, don’t listen to it.” Though his voice was shaking with intense concern, Eddie tried his best to calm her down. After another fifteen minutes, Y/N breathing finally started to regulate and she was able to lift her head to lock eyes with him, following his breathing. Once she was stable, he asked softly, still holding her tightly, “There you are, where’d you go, huh?”

“Panic attack…that one was a bitch,” she sniffled through a small laugh, “My head can be pretty damn cruel sometimes.”

“What was it saying?” The question hung in the air for a couple of seconds, “Sweetheart, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Playing with the fabric of his Hellfire shirt to distract herself, she took another breath to soothe herself before talking again. Though she had planned on telling him everything on Friday and had already done the mental gymnastics of how to say it all, actually having to say it all out loud made her stomach twist horribly.

He already has too much to deal with, he doesn’t need my baggage on top.

Before she could get another thought run wild, his hand on her face brushing away a few stray tears brought her back to reality.

“Okay, so…”

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currently 2am and i can't tell if i'm having one of those delirious late night old hyperfixation comebacks that go away when i finally succumb to sleep or if it really is coming back full force and knocking me over like a 13ft high ocean wave. said hyperfixation is undertale.

anyways, my dear favorite sans enjoyer (you) immediately came to mind. name everything you love about this skeleton man GO

BEE. OUUGHGHGH BEE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST UNLEASHED. EVERYPNE SHUT UP I GOTTA TALK ABOUT MY BOY

god bro i literally cannot express how much i love sans the skeleton. like really and genuinely in every which way he is my Favorite Fucking Guy. ages ago my friends and i had a simp-based slideshow night where we made presentations about our biggest fictional crushes/hyperfixations and i made mine into a tier list bc i love putting things into arbitrary categories and the last tier was "category F: the final frontier (I’m pretty sure I’m going to be on my actual fucking deathbed before I get over these fuckers)” and guess who was #1 on the list babyyyy

but besides all the silly sentimental reasons why i like him so much, i just. genuinely he's such a good fuckin character. UT is a game with a fucking MEGALOAD of excellent characters designed in a lab to steal ur heart and sans is no exception. his introduction is so god damn good in terms of characterization. when you (frisk) first enter the underground proper, the only other character (besides flowey/napstablook technically) you've gotten to know at that point is toriel, and you just finished battling her specifically because she was trying to stop you from going through the door. you don't know anything about this new area except what toriel has told you/implied, that it's dangerous and full of monsters who are not your friends, who will try to kill you without a second thought. as you the player step into the snow, the background music is silent, there isn't any sort of comfort from the knowledge that you are now stuck in this new place without toriel's protection/guidance (not to mention your encounter with flowey and the fact that you can't get back into the ruins). the only thing you (frisk) can do is go forward, so you do. you start walking. it's quiet. it's cold. you're alone. and then you start to hear footsteps. you pass a stick on the ground, and the second it's out of view of you (the player), you hear someone (something?) step on it and break it. if you go back to look, no one's there. you're about to reach a small bridge when there's more footsteps, and suddenly you can't move, which is an absolutely terrible thing to happen when you're playing a video game. the footsteps get closer. a voice speaks, slow and purposeful. "human. don't you know how to greet a new pal? turn around, and shake my hand." you don't really have a choice. you turn, you take the figure's hand– and then there's a fucking FART NOISE and instantly the tension is completely fucking broken. it's like a dark cloud is lifted off of you. the music comes back in (sans' theme, bouncy and silly and perfect for him) and you see sans fully for the first time and he's this round dorky little funnyman with the biggest grin of all time and he switches up instantly, becoming a comedic relief character after essentially faking you out as your first “boss battle”. doing this is so freaking smart because it is a perfect showcase of sans as a character, not just hinting at his real level of power while also showing that he is at his core just a funnyman, but also exemplifying his primary strategy when it comes to avoiding conflict. he purposefully scares you, and then lifts the tension by revealing he's not here to hurt you, and that sense of relief makes you instantly trust him a little more. he starts his true introduction off with a joke, not just lowering your guard and making you underestimate him a little but also making you like him more and feel more at ease. not to mention it's the exact opposite of flowey's intro which is just such a cool additional thing. it's so good. it's sooo good.

and that's not even touching his relationship w papyrus, his connection to toriel and alphys, the fact that if you reset after defeating him in the genocide run, he could literally kill you the moment he meets you again (and he'd have every understandable reason to do so) but he chooses not to because at his core he WANTS to give you a chance, he wants to believe that even the worst person can change. not only that but in the genocide run he watches you kill his brother, the most important person in his life, and he STILL doesn't take action because he's holding out hope that you'll make the decision to stop on your own. it's only when you reach the judgment hall and you've killed almost every single other character that he finally decides to fight you himself because he's essentially accepted that you're not going to stop unless he stops you, and even then he knows he can't stop you! he only has 1 god damn hit point!! so he hits you with his biggest move right at the start, hoping that'll kick the wind out of you and make you stop trying to get past him, and then when that doesn't work, he dodges and dodges and dodges until he is literally falling asleep on his feet from pure exhaustion, until he's been fighting so long he physically cannot keep going. like it's framed as him going to sleep but let's be real, it's him passing out from fucking dodging and throwing everything but the kitchen sink at you for fucking ages, and his final resort is stalling you, but eventually his exhaustion catches up to him and you get the opportunity to attack him again. but even then he dodges your first attack, probably out of adrenaline, only to run right into your second because he's so fucking tired, he can't keep doing this, he's so tired.

like dude, i know, i kNOW he is funny haha skeleton but he is also genuinely such a good fucking character. he is silly and goofy but also so, so heartbreaking, lazy and yet so so smart, a silly little guy who loves his brother and who didn't ask to be so aware of the resets but he is and because he is he takes it upon himself to become the judge, to watch over you and if necessary make sure you don't take a step outside that hall. he's my fucking favorite dude. i could go on but this is already way way way too long. tl:dr i love him <3

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I'm sure I'd be called crazy by the fandom for this but I actually feel bad for Belos.

After the (obvious) reveal that he was a human I didn't like him, rather I hated the idea than the character, because I much more preferred the mysterious figure he was in s1. However the Wittebane brothers conflict was an interesting concept I was curious about until it got no resolution on how things escalated to the current situations.

So I agree Belos is boring (become so to me since mid S2), but I can't hate him.

Especially when it's SO obvious that the writers want me to hate him and they're so insistent about it. It was the same thing with Odalia too, (and Boscha to some degree). And when I can see through the stupid decisions these characters are made to do, despite being nonsensical, it gives me the opposite effect and makes me pity them for the simple fact they've been done dirty. I may also do it out of spite because I hate when a show basically tells me what to do. In this case how I should feel about these characters because they are so evil~ , ok and? I get the idea, are you gonna do anything else besides this?

So the villains that I'm supposed to hate I don't hate. But (ironic) the villains that I'm not supposed to hate, I DO actually hate, which is the collector, for the same reasons you said before, he's really flawed as a character and that sad story of him being a misunderstood child didn't sell me shit, I rolled my eyes.

So this has me torn between talking about The Hand of the Author and kind of the sliding scale of villainy and its weird impact on your audience. I feel like this is mostly about Belos and why his actions never really sell you on him being a monster so let's talk about the inverted relationship between a villain's action and audience response. What am I talking about? Well... It's effectively why our response to someone killing a dog is "I'm so ready to see that fucker die," possibly even with a smile on our face while our response to someone grimacing at a person of color makes our blood boil but then the dude who kills a thousand people by destroying an entire town still needs to give us a reason to care. One is active aggression and the taking of a life while the other is a microaggression... But one that most people will actually relate to. And the last one is so beyond the realm of believability or resonance that it doesn't actually leave much of an impact. Boiled down: It's why the fandom absolutely despises Odalia and Bosch but this is the THIRD ASK where someone goes "I never got into Belos as the most evil thing there". Belos is evil to absurdity. He's killed a LOT of people for really BAD reasons so HATE HIM. Meanwhile, Boscha's just a bitch and not even that good of one and yet people HAAAATE HER. This is why it's an inverted relationship. The more a character is strictly evil, the less an audience is actually going to hate them because often times in order to do so, they become more of a caricature and their actions frankly get more absurd from a human standpoint. Meanwhile, a character who wouldn't even be tried for a crime in real life but is still doing harm is seen as much more evil because that's all too real to the human experience.

This isn't purely meta though. Part of it is that the more plainly evil a character is, the more subconsciously an audience knows they're going to get their comeuppance. This is probably part of why people hate the SU finale so much because these people have done such awful, horrendous, unforgivable things and instead of a punch out or punishment, they're talked down. I haven't seen the finale though so I can't say too much. Quick tangent: The other way around is almost as bad. I've seen Belos' death scene and I despise it because that is not Luz standing there. That is a commentary on "Happy Ever After" endings where even the villain gets to live or the main characters are just that kind hearted. TOH goes so far as to almost characterize even RAINE as being GLEEFUL in murdering this man who is already dying. There's a reason why more finales who want this will have the main character, who is good hearted enough to not want to see life lost, be pulled away by a more morally nuanced character who says it's better this way. Neither is expressing joy but they both recognize the danger needs to be dealt with so they can't save him. It keeps your good guys looking good while allowing for a final moment of moral complexity about when the kindness of the main character finally runs out. Then again, that implies Luz is an actually kind character who has endless amounts of love to give and is not just blessed by the author to make friends with anyone they want to.

Sorry. Back on track. This meta context makes it so that a pure evil villain, one who does things that are entirely unrepentant, is flagged as going to be taken down someday. There's no coming back for them. Someone with more nuance or does smaller aggressions though can still appear human which makes the actions feel less like the writer's evil thoughts made manifest and instead like a person who had the choice one day to be mean or kind... And chose mean. And that they may never choose kindness but that the chance is always there. And not only is that more compelling, it's far more painful to the audience. It's effectively what I HAVE to write a lot for Rich Witch because these characters claim to be friends but have been raised in a way that makes the inherent act of friendship almost toxic... But you can see glimpses of better. Moments like Igni and Azu talking about a book series they like. Blair and Pythia showing real care for each other. Azu opening up and taking risks with Daina even while she keeps such strict control over the rest of the friend group and even Daina. It's meant to be frustrating because that's where they're going to grow out of. And this is also why the show's attempts at humanizing Belos, at trying to pull back from him pure evil, is actually worse than him being one note. I've talked to MANY people about the fact that Rich Witch is a LONG series because these complications require time, effort and focus not only to make not all be lip service (Hi Hunter) or feel rushed (Hi Amity to some extent, because while Lumity doesn't feel rushed, your character development does). It is genuinely good sometimes to just have a one note, but fun, villain that an audience can be excited to see curb stomped. They don't need much fleshing out. They don't even need much screentime because they can set up their credentials REAL FAST. But then we get into the inherent issue with TOH: It knows one note villains are not something people praise... But it doesn't know why a show like Avatar still has Ozai. Because Ozai is not a complex villain. Any complexity comes from his children but we learn honestly very little about him throughout the series besides him being a bastard and that works GREAT. It gives us a moral opposite to Aang, who constantly tries to do right by everyone, his evil justifies Azula's evil and why we would go so far against his son and banish him and allows us to understand why the Fire Nation is as ruthless as it is... All without wasting much time! I'm pretty sure the closest we get to a real episode that is an equivalent to Hollow Mind for Ozai is pretty much during the invasion of the Black Sun when Zuko defects... AND IT'S STILL NOT EVEN MAIN PLOT OF THE EPISODE! Because what's important there is the deep villain, not the one note one. And yet TOH devoted so much time to Belos while ignoring Hunter besides backstory implications which is not how you flesh out one of your theoretically main characters at that point. Because it doesn't want to be accused of having a basic villain despite all the fun people have had with characters like the Joker.

And frankly, I feel like that comes down to not understanding either the importance of that inversion. Something going for horror or cruelty might try to humanize to cause discomfort in an audience. A reflection of our own reality but also broken is going to hurt more. But... If you're, I dunno, an adventure comedy, that sort of tone might not be useful for you. It might just be better to have someone who can facilitate really cool fights and let our heroes have a lot of Big Damn Hero Moments because those fit with the tone you're going for. It also sells us on why EVERYONE wants this fucker gone so we don't have to worry about the consequence of if the heroes murder him because you're curious why God himself has not struck him down. And not understanding this creates a problem like not understanding why simple, likable, mostly flawless main characters exist. Because sometimes that's just what's best for the story, especially if you have any sort of time limit to telling your story. But Belos only started getting spotlighted in S2B so the writers clearly didn't give a fuck about that expect, did they? So they went with what makes for a better video essay. Or blog in this case, even if it made for a worse story.

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🍋🍪🍫!!

eeeeeeee thank!! doing this out of order cos the worst memory definitely had to be put under a readmore 😬

🍪 - what is something sentimental to your oc?

saved this one for last and i still don’t really know. i don’t think he’s very materially sentimental though. i think when he peels the face bandages away after Gortash gives him the lip/neck scars it’s like. in tv shows when they get makeovers and look into the mirror and cry because they’re so beautiful lmao. truly an insane response. but the Orin lobotomy happens really not very long after that so he doesn’t get the chance to enjoy it for long.

OH. the spiders lyre that Minthara gives him. when i mentioned everything reminds me of her by elliott smith was an aerynthara song the part i forgot to mention was that i imagine him playing it on the spiders lyre 🥹 i don’t think this Literally happens but it’s a cute image. i think he does try to teach himself how to play it but he sucks so bad and his singing would make your ears and eyes bleed.

🍫 - where does your oc go to think?

do people actually have “thinking spots”? i feel like that’s not really a thing. (<- guy who never leaves his room) anyway i don’t think he has a thinking spot but his “stop thinking” spot is basically any body of water. amphibious little fucker. maybe he wouldn’t be so weird if someone took him on a swimming date.

horrible horrible shit under the cut i’ve talked about this a little bit before in the tags of a post a few days ago, but this is in more detail. mentions of rape, both physical and psychological is the only way i can think to explain it. it’s bad. and csa.

🍋 - what is your oc’s most painful memory?

it isn’t one specific occasion, more a chain of events that gets worse and worse. i don’t know how to say this gently so i’m just gonna be super matter-of-fact about it. Aeryn got groomed and eventually sexually assaulted by his private piano tutor as a kid. (the fact that gort plays piano. ick) emphasis on the “groomed” part cos when his foster parents found out and they tried to have the bastard arrested he killed them to protect him. i don’t know exactly what happens between that and him getting adopted by Zhander the warlock mentor, but he doesn’t see the bastard who did that to him again. at least uhh. not for a while. Zhander isn’t too bad of a guy and doesn’t mistreat Aeryn, but their criminal lifestyle exposes him (young) to some more people who do over the years. Aeryn coming into his bhaalspawn legacy makes him increasingly difficult for Zhander to handle, especially seeing how Aeryn is using the same language he uses to justify his grey morality to justify brutal murder. he becomes terrified of him.

ok why is this just becoming aeryn’s backstory. yknow what i’ve started now i’m just gonna keep going cos i’m on a roll

Zhander eventually can’t handle the monster he created anymore and sells him to. some kind of Entity. idk Great Old One, it’s weird. this part’s a little a fuzzy if you couldn’t tell lol. anyway The Entity eventually becomes Aeryn’s patron after uhm. some amount of time? lots of horrors experienced in that time i’ll tell ya that much. Aeryn joins the Bhaalist cult at 21, only 4 years before meeting Gort.

to get it back on track to Aeryn’s Worst Memory, at some point he tells Gort about the piano teacher when they were playing their weird “Gortash as Aeryn’s therapist trying to cure his sex addiction” game. a mistake. first off Gort is super fucking creepy about it. but the real horror is a few weeks later when Gort leads him blindfolded into his basement (normal bestie activities) and uhm. locks him in a room with his former piano teacher. (big windows of course) and has no plans on letting him out until he gets his revenge. and i’m not talking about killing him. “takes back his dignity” as Gortash calls it, while forcing him to do the worst thing you could do to another person. and he eventually does do it, to be clear. strangles him to death while he does it and cries until he loses his voice, but he does it. Gortash makes him say “thank you” after wrestling him into accepting being cradled and told how good of a job he did. 😬

oh and Gortash makes sure to adequately break the guy beforehand to make sure it is rape.

and for context on why Gortash does this, because there is a reason: it’s pretty soon after he has the “Aeryn is my literal heart” realisation, but before he realises that his heart is an asset, not a burden. in that period of time, he does a lot of the worst stuff he ever does to Aeryn, including this, in an effect to kill his empathy. his heart. he doesn’t succeed, he never could, but he definitely fucks him up scary style.

so um. yeah. sorry

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Scolek's Pripara OC Digest 2k23: Spreadsheet and Idol Land Hype Edition

the anime that saved my life is gonna be on my phone in literally a week.

THE SPREADSHEET:

obviously there is more data i can enter but for now it was sorting out the mychara parts situation.

UNIT: GLOWING MILE

Two college freshmen still wet behind the ears from their days at Paprika and an English teacher from Avocado somehow end up in a unit together.

LEADER: HIKARU

legally blind, can play 4 different instruments, and a total party pooper. hikaru used to be a big shot in pripara, but when his partner, hotaru, disappeared, he quit. until, in his final year of highschool, suna showed up.

SUNA

extremely popular and elegant, so it's very gap moe that she's an easily excitable nerd who has never met a bad idea in her life (this is not due to her own good fortune but rather her own poor judgement). latched onto the rather serious hikaru like a baby bird imprinting, and dragged him back to pripara where she accidentally became a kami idol after entering pripara in porocco, wandering around, and somehow exiting in parajuku.

SAMII

it's me but its also not. like, im not an english teacher at avocado. im not an anything teacher at anywhere. but that doesnt matter its pripara time bitches.

UNIT: ROYAL LOVE BUG

childhood friends otome and kinoko have a yuri moment in pripara on their first day of middle school and accidentally birth a vocal doll during said yuri moment.

LEADER: OTOME

a naive and out of touch rich girl who always sees the bright side and wont let an injustice slide, ever. she prefers sitting in the gazebo and drinking tea, but will without hesitation get down in the mud and dig with kinoko.

KINOKO

kinoko loved to go camping with her sister hotaru, but then hotaru disappeared, so she went camping by herself. kinoko spends a lot of time alone in the woods, foraging for her namesake and looking for beetles. but as close as she has been with otome, and as close are they will become, she has never thought to invite otome to go camping with her. in her mind, it is not an option. shes curious to a fault, except for when it comes to her own emotions.

VALALA A MORE

valala was in the process of being born for decades, maybe even centuries. the sheer amount of girls who found love with other girls in pripara, each unknowingly adding their own spark of life to what would eventually become a fully fledged vocal doll, cannot be understated. it was just coincidence that otome and kinoko's first kiss was the final straw, but being birthed into existence in front of it was, to valala, destiny. she wants so very much to rise to the top with her moms, hand in hand, the very manifestation of love.

UNIT: ETERNAL OMEN

LEADER: RYUU

the 3000 year old azure dragon whose domain of pangri-la exists deep within the woods of pripara. they are evil. they kidnapped hotaru because she had a very strong prism voice, and has kept her captive for years.

HOTARU

there is not much point in describing who hotaru was before. a wonderful sister to kinoko, a perfect match in her duo with hikaru, talented, shining, destined for great things. that was four years ago. hotaru's prism voice hasnt waned, a testament to her will, but her will is all thats left. its a comfortable prison, a gilded cage, but a prison nonetheless.

KURORO

danpri has a lot of shadows. dark alleys and dimly lit corners. kuroro is a manifestation of them. his personality is muted, as all aspects of him are, but the darkness is not merely a place where monsters lurk. it is somethimes that, which is why he has no qualms about working with ryuu, but the darkness can also be a haven, a quiet place where wonder, mystery, and even hope can flourish without tyranny to stamp them out. he's too awkward to give hotaru real hope, but he's trying.

expect to see more of these fuckers.......extremely soon!!!

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#5

Pt 1.2

1. HalfOrc Cai 18+

Warning: Extreme Abuse, Gore, Sexual Theme

Wrd count: 1,211

(Y/n) P.O.V

I would never understand my father, and I know he'd never understand me. I felt that every living breathing thing should have a chance to be their own person, where my father is a hunter of many creatures. He even partakes in The Creature Games, and when my brothers were of age he took them. Mother was the one that tried to teach us that everyone has a heartbeat, and it can break just like ours. I became absolutely sick of my whole household when my father walked in with a servant that was half orc, and would literally push him around. At night I'd bring him some real food, instead of the stale bread my father would give him. We became very close during that time, he'd tell me about his battles throughout life, and I'd tell him about the arguments with my father.

One night after a long hot day of working we fell asleep talking. I woke to my father snatching me off of the ground.

"Who knew my own daughter is a whore, for a creature no less." His grip on my arm becomes bone crushing. "You don't move." He orders Cai, and pulls me out of the room.

"Father please. I'm sorry." I beg as I trip over my feet.

My mother and my brothers come into the hall from the commotion. My mother tries to get him to let me go, but he just throws her off. My brothers don't try to touch him, just follow behind him, trying to get him to listen. He throws me into my room, causing me to fall to my knees as he locks me inside.

"No one is to let that whore out until I'm done with her!" He yells at my family.

I hear his heavy footsteps walk away, and my brothers follow. My mother lightly knocks on the door to let me know she is there. I run to my window as I hear yelling outside. My father is dragging Cai to the tree in the middle of the field, and my brothers are tripping behind him. I fall to my knees losing my will to stand. I couldn't stomach to watch him hurt Cai. The sounds of the whip, Cais scream of agony, and my sobs filled the air for a good hour. I thought he was done, but when I heard his footsteps get closer, and my mother's frantic voice. I knew he wasn't done. He comes into the room, throwing his bloody whip on the floor, and grabbing me by my hair. My mother tries getting between us, but he throws her to the ground.

"I will not have this family letting those creatures think they are nothing, but animals!" He throws me to my bed.

I try to get to the other side, but he already has my ankle in his hand. He ties me, on my stomach, to the bed posts. I can hear my mother beg him, but he just locks the door. All I hear is him moving around, and then the worst burning sharp pain. The scream I released would shatter the devil's heart. He didn't go as long as he did on Cai, but I still was fighting to stay awake. I start to lose my sight when I see my mother run to me apologizing over and over.

I started to wake up feeling the heat of the sun on my face, but I couldn't move. I'm still strapped to the bed, but I am on my side instead. I feel something wet, cold, and stings on my back. I turn my head to see my mother's hair.

"I'm so sorry I can't untie you. Your father has gone completely mad." She comes around my bed to kneel in front of my face. "I have a salve on your back that will help with the pain, but I made you that tea you love." She gives me a soft smile, and helps me drink. "Your brothers are helping Cai. He seems to be healing a lot quicker. Already sitting up." I squeeze my eyes shut as my eyes start to water. "I know honey." She gives my arm a soft pat.

Once night came I was able to actually sit up, my back had the salve linens mother put on. I try not to look out the window, but it's all I can do right now until mother or my brothers wake up. I know my father is still here, because I hear his footsteps stomping around. My stomach falls as my door starts to open, but when Cai's head comes into the moonlight I almost squeal out. My mother comes in behind him, carrying a candle, and an empty bag.

"I'm getting you out of here." He moves the blanket off my body. "Can you move at all?" He looks over my body.

"I can move my legs, but standing is straining." I look over as my mother puts some of my things, and a jar of the salve in the bag.

He helps me stand up, and holds me to his chest as my mother changes my bandages and changes my dress. I hold onto his arms as he steps back. I give him a worried look.

"Cai? What is going on?"

"We are going to Silentdew, and once we meet the King, your mother will come with your brothers." He kisses my forehead as I nod.

"(Y/n)? Please know I am so sorry." My mother comes to us, handing the bag to Cai.

"I love you mother. It isn't your fault he did this." She hugs me the best she could.

"Alright you two get going. You have a bit of a journey."

As we sneak around the halls my heart was steady hammering in my chest. I just know he'd kill us all if he knew we were leaving. I hug Cai's arm to my body, mostly for support, but for something to help my hands from shaking. My mother kisses my cheek before she opens the backdoor. I squeeze her arm as Cai leads me to the waiting carriage. My brothers were there keeping the horses quiet, and hooking everything up.

"Be good to her." My eldest brother, Burgess,told Cai.

"She'll have the world." Cai told him as he helped me into the carriage, shutting the door.

My brothers crowd the door, giving me sympathetic looks.

"We are so sorry we didn't stop him." My brother, Milgard tells me.

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#4

Sons of Anarchy

Opie 18+

Word Count 2,619

Y/n P.O.V.

       Leaving Belfast was the best thing I could have done with my life, so when my Uncle Chibs told me I could live with him I ran to Charming. Seeing ruthless killing left and right wasn't something I wanted to do, granted Charming has killings, but you didn't see them in the streets. When I got to Charming I didn't believe how small the town was, and how blinding it was.  

          Chibs got me a job with him at Teller-Morrow garage, but in the office. That gave me an easy way to meet all the guys. I didn't really talk to anyone, especially at their parties, yes I drank, and had my fun, but I kept to myself. I met Opie my second week here, first day on the job, and since then I've seen him around me. When he's not working he's sitting on the couch in the office, and I find myself looking at him. 

"So you and Opie huh?" My uncle Chibs asks me, nudging my side.

"What are you talking about?" I laugh as I put papers in the file cabinet. 

         Before Chibs could say anything Opie walks in, and sits comfortably on the couch, looking between me and Chibs. Chibs looks at me with his eyebrows raised, but chuckles as he leaves. 

"What's up with him?" Opie asks. 

"He's just old." We laugh as I get back to work.

      We talked as I finished working, and when I'm done he walked me to my car. I finally got my apartment a couple months ago. I love my uncle, but he's still a man. As I'm driving back to the garage two bikes comeuppance behind me, and then one in front of me. I had to swerve my car to stop from hitting them, and they drove past me. When I come to a stop I call Chibs, my hands shaking as I wait for him to answer. I barely hear him answer over my heart pounding in my ears. 

"I'm broken down on Denton street." Is all I can get out. 

       I leaned my head against the headrest, but I couldn't calm down. I hear bikes coming up behind the car. I knew it wasn't to guys, because they'd be in front of me. I look in the mirror to see five bikes, four of them stay by their bikes as one walks toward my door. As we walked closer I tucked my gun in the waistband of my jeans, and when I looked up I was pulled out of my seat. 

"Look at the little reaper whore." The group laughs at his statement. 

"We should take her back to the clubhouse, and keep her." One says.

          While I push the guy that is squeezing my arm I put my gun in his face, making him back up, and have my back to my car. Before anything could happen, headlights come towards us, and when I hear the grumbles of the tow truck I start to calm down. Opie gets out of the truck to immediate gun fire, so they could get onto their bikes. Opie and I shoot back as we use my car as cover. As they drive off Opie shoots after them, I just lean against the hood of the car. 

        The shooting stops, and a moment later I feel Opie's hand running up my back. I quickly spin around, cuddling my face to his chest, and grabbing onto his shirt. 

"It's okay. Let's get back." He talks into my ear. "Go ahead, and get in the truck." He goes to walk away, but I grip him.

        He helped me into the truck, making sure I knew he'd be back, but I still watched him as he got my car hooked up. When he is done I hold onto his arm as he drives back to the garage. Some guys are outside when we pull up, so they run to get my uncle and Clay. I still grip onto Opie's sleeve as we get out the truck. My uncle rushes toward me, but slows down when he sees me. I quickly tell them what happened, and Clay calls church immediately. Opie didn't even pull away, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, and turns me to look at him. 

"Go to my room, and try to relax." Opie tells me. "I swear I'll be there soon." He kisses my forehead. 

         As soon as I let go of his arm I rushed to his room, sitting on the edge of his bed, and thought things over. How my uncle could be right, how easily people could still get me, and how Opie acted tonight. 

Opie P.O.V

"Someone explain to me how Mayans got so close to the club, and why (y/n) was their target?" Chibs angrily questions around the table. 

          I fume as I sit quietly next to him as I picture how pale her face was, her body shaking, and how she clinged to me. As the meeting went on Clay told Juice to look into anything different in the Mayans money flow while he, Jax, and Chibs went to talk to Álvarez. 

"She needs to be on lock down until we figure this out. I'll have the prospect …" Clay starts. 

"No. She won't let him near her. She'll stay by me." I cut him off. 

           He locks eyes with me before hitting the gavel on the table, ending church. I'm trying to get around people, but chibs pull me toward the hallway. 

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115 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Part 1

1.2 Halforc Cai

Warning: Sexual Theme

(Y/n) P.O.V

The journey to Silentdew was filled with rain, and bad winds that caused us to stop and camp. I hated how I couldn't help Cai get the small camp set up. However when Cai would gently change my bandages I didn't mind the pain so much. During our resting Cai would hunt something for the both of us, and he would usually bring a couple rabbits. He didn't sleep inside the carriage. I did tell him I didn't mind, but he insisted. Didn't matter though I still couldn't sleep without picturing my father.

When we got close enough to see the castle of Silentdew I started getting nervous. Will they even believe us? What if the King sends me back, and they actually kill Cai this time? What if this whole welcome creatures thing is a ploy to trap them for the games?

As we waited for the King, Cai kept me tucked into his side. Once it was our turn to walk into the throne room I clinged to Cai's shirt. As we got closer I felt a calm sense come over me like I am finally safe.

"What kind of sanctuary do you require?" He asks.

"We are hiding from her father who beat us, Sire. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that." Cai tells him honestly.

"Do you wish to be here?" King Jule looks right at me when he asks this.

"Yes Sire. We didn't do anything wrong." I told him.

King Jule didn't ask us many questions. He simply needed to hold our hand for a moment, to which I learned is a fae power to look inside someone's memory. He sent me to a fae healer to help with my back. Although the fae healer joked saying my mother must be fae, because the healing salve she made was making great progress already. She told me to just keep doing what I was told as long as it's not infected it should be fine.

As I was with the healer Cai stood outside with King Jule, and when he told King Jule his abilities in the fields King Jule had a job for him as head cropper. He gave us room in the orcs quarters close to the healer just in case, and until our cottage was finished. Cai insisted he build it himself to make sure it was built right. He's been the best man to me. He only would kiss my forehead, and sleep on the floor to not hit my back.

Tonight I was waiting for Cai to return as I made the ginormous bed we were given. It was big enough to hold two orcs, which is why I found it ridiculous that he would sleep on the floor. Anyhow I'm finally healed, and I've found no more excuses. I heard his deep sigh as he walked inside, and stop when he sees me trying to move the blanket.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles as he leans against the wall.

"Well since I'm all healed I thought I would make the bed properly for us." I simply tell him while I tuck the pillow under the blanket.

"Us? I sleep on the floor." He gets so confused.

"Cai you told me it was so you didn't hit my back. Well I'm completely healed now, so I don't see why you have to keep sleeping on the floor." I stop making the bed to face him.

"You are completely healed?" He asks, taking a step from the wall.

"That's what the healer told me this…" I'm cut off by Cai lifting me over his shoulder.

I squeal from surprise as he starts to casually walk. The orc women that we walked passed giggled at me. He doesn't stop until we are some ways away from the castle, and sets me on my wobbly feet.

"What is the matter with you?" I hit his arm.

"Turn around." He tells me while laughing.

I huff in frustration as I turn around. I'm met with the most beautiful cottage with a wood porch, and lovely flower bed surrounding the entire house. I'm completely lost for words as Cai guides me inside.

"I only have the kitchen, and this area finished, but the bedroom is just about done." He points to an area behind the kitchen.

"This is absolutely perfect, Cai." I smile wide as I turn to him.

He smiles down at me as his arm goes around my waist, and slightly pulls me toward his chest. His other hand rests against my cheek as he leans down. I stand on my toes to get closer as his lips connect to mine, and my hands hold onto his shoulders. His arm lowers under my ass to lift me up. There is a seating couch on the side of the room that he lays me on that completely surrounding me, but looks like a love seat to him. He kisses me harder as he leans over me. I moan against his lips when his hand opens my legs, so he can rest in between them. I have to pull back for a breath. My dress is ripped down the middle as he kisses along my stomach and up to my chest. I run my hands along his big shoulders. His hand goes with the curve of my body as it arches against his chest.

"Cai, I need you please.'' I moan out.

His hands move to my hips to hold me up as his tip rubs against my opening. My breathing stops as he starts to enter me, but his soft kisses to my face make me take a deep breath. He rubs his hands down my arm and thigh as he sits to give me a moment. Me tightening against him made him start to pull out until he was almost out, he kissed me deeply before snapping back into me.

"Cai!" I moan out against his lips.

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121 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#2

Happy 18+ Abuse warning

Word count 2,935

Happy 18+ abuse warning

Y/n P.O.V

Helping people is all I ever wanted to do, so when a job opened up to be an in -home caregiver I took it. I did have to move closer to be in Bakersfield, so I ran at the opportunity. I currently live an hour away, and found a great little house. I needed to get out of Potterville.

During my move I sent my patient, Mrs. Lowman, my information just so we could get to know each other. I know it could be uncomfortable for a stranger to come into your home, and start moving things. I found out my house is actually across the street from her home. When she saw me unloading, she brought a plate of little pastries, and we laughed when we learned who was who.

Today I started my actual job. I'm usually nervous, but it's like I'm seeing a friend. I put her medicine schedule in my phone alarm, got her food for the day, and just sat around with her until she needed something. She was sick, but it didn't mess with her until the afternoon. While she'd wake up from her nap she'd tell me about her son, Happy, and I could tell he's her heart.

Happy P.O.V

I knew when I saw her name come across my phone I knew she was going to need something.

"Yes ma'am." I answer.

"Son, I want you to come meet my new nurse. She's been here for a couple weeks now." Momma talked like I wasn't even here. "She's such a sweet girl, and can't wait to meet you. I've told her almost everything about you." She laughs. "I'll be making lunch Friday, and will see you here." She then hangs up.

I grumble to myself as I pocket my phone, and notice it's getting dark. I gotta tell Jax I'm heading to Bakersfield. He asks if mom's okay, and I tell him she's fine. I'm packing my duffel bag as a thought hits me of how my mom said certain things. "Can't wait to meet me." like I'm getting set up. I say bye to the guys, and as I'm sitting on my bike I think. I know it's my mom, but why does she do this? I'm not ready to settle down yet.

Y/n P.O.V

Today when I walked into Mrs.Lowman's house she had bowls of different things out. I walk around the kitchen, racking through my head trying to remember if it's a holiday, or if she had plans.

"Oh sweetie I didn't hear you come in." Mrs.Loman scares me when she just pops up.

"Did you have plans today Mrs.Lowman? I don't remember." I take the box of different spices, putting it on the counter.

"That's because I didn't tell you. My son is coming for the night, so I have to make his favorites." She smiles so big as she sets everything up. "You're staying too."

I just say yes ma'am, and get to work helping her cook. She seemed to be in good spirits today, so I just stirred. She made so many different European dishes like dolma, soup, and some flaky pastries. While she was wrapping the dolma a motorcycle pulled into the driveway.

"Oh that's him." She wipes her hands as she walks to the door.

I stay in the kitchen, finishing the rest of the dolma, to let them greet each other. I was taking the empty bowl to the sink when Mrs.Lowman came back with a tall, bald, sexy man in a leather vest. It took me a second to realize Mrs.Lowman was talking.

"She's been a real help around here." She rubs my arm as she walks around me. "Everyone sit, we can have soup as we wait for the dolma to finish." She practically pushes us into seats next to each other.

"Mrs.Lowman I can do that." I try to stop her.

"I can put soup in a bowl." She's sassy when she wants to be, so I just hold my hands up.

Happy just looks at me, like he's trying to understand something. While we eat the only talking comes from Mrs.Lowman. Happy tries to talk, but she beats him to it. I smile watching them together. She still treats him like a kid, sad he gets grumpy like one, trying to move away. The dolma dings, but I notice she's getting droopy. I must have been making a face, because Happy looks from me to her.

"Why don't you go take your nap, and we'll eat this for dinner?" I offer, taking the oven mitts from her. "I might save you a piece of your pastry." I giggle.

"Alright. Just don't let me sleep too long."

"I won't, I promise. Let me get this out, and I'll help you get into bed."

"I'll take it out." Happy jumps up, and turns the oven off.

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130 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Damaris pt.1

1,969 wc

You know those fairytales stories about the princess being locked away in a tower, and her true love saves her? Have you ever thought about why the princess is there? You see I got scared one day when three men grabbed me, and tried to pull me into the woods near my father's kingdom. When I screamed I, somehow, opened the ground causing the men to fall into fire, and I covered myself in a protective ring of fire. I tried telling my parents what happened, but they didn't listen. They kept saying this was for my own protection. Granted I was called devil's daughter, Lilith, hell's demon, along with a lot more, but I knew they were only scared of me.

Before my parents left me, they told me why I can do what I did. Apparently my father is a whore who broke the heart of a fae. He played with her heart only to cut her ears, and he left her there. As he told me this horrid act I could see pride in his eyes as his mouth sounded of regret. The day after they left the woman that supposedly cursed me showed up. At first I was worried about her being there, but after she explained she's an actual goddess that was sent to test my father for what's to come. She swore to me I was never cursed, however she did curse my father from never having children again. For that I will forever be grateful. She taught me about my ancestors, the power they all had, but when humans came the power was locked away.

While she taught me of the power I had, she would share with me what she's been through. She was called many names Mother Nature, Demeter, Terra, but her actual name is Kefira.

As I grew older I could control all the elements. What surprised us the most was, I could also overpower animals. Everything was going so well until she walked into the kitchen this morning.

"You'll be free soon, and you'll be taking over my role in this world." She softly smiles at me.

"What do you mean? You'll be back right?" I stood as I started to get worried.

"I've been teaching you how to be the balance for this world, and once your power is full I will be sent back to empyrean. Where I can relax, and watch over your wonderful work." She rests her hand on my shoulder.

"So you'll die?" I query.

"A goddess never dies, Love. I will still be able to come see you, help you, and anger you just as I do now." She laughs as I roll my eyes at her.

Since there is nothing I can do but wait, we spent our day reading different scrolls on creatures. Kefira told me when I first got locked away the creatures got tired of running, so they all came together overpowering all kingdoms. My only hope is that my kingdom still stands, but I know my parents are gone. Just by the way they treated me I just knew they'd do something wrong.

"Y/n." Kefira calls to me as she stares out the window.

As I stand next to her I watch smoke clouds come from an area in the woods. A bird flies over the trees, so I overtake it to get a better look. Flying through the camp I see many creatures, and humans. I'm drawn to a large tent in the middle of this rather large group, and as I land at the tent's opening I hear talking inside.

"We'll scope it out for now, but it looks like it's in ruin." I hear a deep voice that makes my body shiver.

"I did see smoke coming out of the tower this morning, so maybe someone is in the tower." Another voice says.

I can only assume they mean my tower, so I fly around to get more information. Sadly nothing important, so I let the bird have its body back. Once back in my body I'm in my bed with Kefira staring out of the window. I can feel the air difference, and I just know everything will change.

"Is this what you meant, but I don't understand how they found me?" I thought aloud as I walked toward Kefira.

She sighs. "I helped them a little. Please don't be upset, but your mate is in that group." She tells me.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I sit on the window sill.

"I thought you'd get scared and run away, and we all would be in trouble." She softly takes my hand. "I know it can be overwhelming, but your mate is…very interesting." She smirks like she just told a joke.

"I don't think I saw him when I was flying around." I look towards the camp.

The sun started to set as I got distracted from the music in the distance. As I listened I didn't notice a group of men coming out of the trees closest to the tower. Once I noticed them I used wind to close all the curtains, and watch them from the side of the window. They started walking toward the opening of the wall that surrounds the tower, and I did the only thing I could think of. I form a fire wall around the whole tower, causing them all to jump back. They try to find an opening, but it only causes me to push it out more.

I watch a man walk toward the group, and talk to them. He points up at the window, and the group leaves. Who is this man, and why do I want to meet him? When the others are back in the woods he looks right at me, and I'm so surprised the fire goes out. He looks at the burnt ground for a moment, then back at me before walking to the door. Cursing myself for taking all the boards down.

I take a deep breath to gather myself to go down the stairs. As I got closer to the bottom I could see his shadow moving around. I slowly walked to the kitchen doorway, and could actually see him. The fire from the fireplace showed the scars on his dark skin, and his eyepatch. The poor man was so much bigger than my small kitchen it made him hunch over, and almost hit his head on one of the beams. I couldn't help the giggle that slipped when he almost hit another one. His head snapped to me before I could move.

"H…hello." I stutter out.

He just watches me as I come into the kitchen completely. I fiddled with my fingers before walking to the cupboard, grabbing the bowl of berries, and placing them on the table.

"Would you like anything? I made it all myself." I give him a small smile as he steps toward me.

"Why aren't you running?" He questions.

"Because I know why you are here." He smirks at my answer.

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325 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

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