#I feel like i say these things a lot.... but its true!!

[dayas]

8 + elphaba & fiyero?

8 ⧽. giving them unabashed heart eyes when they do something cute and getting caught

AHHH MY FIRST FIYERABA PROMPT I AM SO EXCITED!!! I’ve been wanting to write for them since I got out of Wicked last week. Hopefully this is okay!

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Fiyero Tigelaar isn’t exactly known for thinking. In fact, all he’s ever projected to his fellow students is that he doesn’t think, that he simply dances through life and refuses to invite further stresses and woes in with further consideration. And yet. He hasn’t been able to keep her out of his mind. Elphaba Thropp, the spirited, stunning witch he’d nearly trampled on accident in the forest. She’s the very reason he finds himself in the library of all places, a location he actively avoids. Books are mirrors just as much as they are windows into different worlds, and the last thing he wants to do is risk seeing himself reflected within the pages of some myth or legend.

She’s sitting at her favorite table, her head bent, her braids pulled back away from her face. Her finger traces a singular line a few times over before it moves on, winding itself around the ends of a few of her braids. She’s reading (no surprise there), but what catches his eye isn’t what she’s doing. It’s that she’s smiling. Fiyero doesn’t think he has ever seen Elphaba smile, not like the one she wears now. Something soft and secret, wholly hers, belonging to no one else. Unbeknownst to him, his own face mirrors her expression, a soft smile settled upon his lips. He watches her because he can’t help himself, because he’s still intrigued by her even when she’s silent.

“I can see you, you know.”

Elphaba’s eyes flicker up, catching his gaze and holding it hostage. Fiyero doesn’t flinch, only shrugs.

“I wasn’t certain you could. You’re missing your glasses today. I’m glad to know you’re so attuned to my presence, though.” Her eyes roll quickly, and that same fondness appears in his.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tigelaar.”

“So you dream about me, Thropp?”

She shakes her head, and he flashes a charming grin at her.

“What exactly happens in these dreams?”

“What do you want? You were staring rather intensely, so you must want something.”

Fiyero moves closer to her, settling a few steps away from where she is seated.

“Can’t a man admire beauty from afar?”

Elphaba frowns immediately.

“You don’t have to lie.”

He shocks himself by lowering his voice, the softness of his tone matched evenly by its authenticity.

“I’m not lying.”

Something flashes behind Elphaba’s eyes. He can’t tell what it is — she tears her gaze away from his before he is able to determine it.

When she speaks, it is barely audible.

“Why were you looking at me like that?”

Her eyes, so wide, a beautifully deep green, return to seek his out. The prince’s words are barely above a whisper, the blue of his own eyes holding hers steadily.

“You know why.”

Elphaba takes a sharp breath, biting down on her lip. She takes her book and stands abruptly, nearly running into him in her rush to leave.

“Elphaba — ” Fiyero says, confused, laying a gentle hand on her wrist to stop her. He’s thankful she does, and he uses his other hand to brush his fingers beneath her chin, turning her head so he can see her face. He’s shocked to find tears welling up in her eyes.

“You are a lot of things, Fiyero,” she whispers, her voice shaking, “but I never thought you were cruel. Not like this.”

“You don’t have to believe me.”

His own whisper is an impassioned blurt.

“You don’t have to believe me, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. That what I feel for you isn’t real.”

“It can’t be real.”

“It is.”

They are locked in a stalemate he never expected, but one he refuses to leave first. He feels it, when she begins to break down. He takes a step closer, cupping her cheek in his hand, his other holding hers.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too.”

He will leave her alone, he will, if she doesn’t. She’s close enough to him that their chests brush together with every breath they take.

“I can’t.”

The sound of heels clicking cuts through their moment.

“Meet me tonight,” Fiyero murmurs into her ear, “the woods. Eight o’clock.” Elphaba nods, and he takes off then, nearly crashing into Galinda as she puts herself in his path.

“There you are!” she chirps, as bright and bubbly as ever, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, dearest.”

Fiyero lets her steer him away from the outside of the library and chatter on. He doesn’t hear a word she says; he’s too busy thinking of what will come when the sun sets and he can finally see the woman’s who’s forced him into thinking again.

[floylia]

# MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾

14. “Sly fox, dumb bunny”

There’s a litany of reasons why the world spins.

Childe thinks his, revolves around you.

“Childe!” A kid in a Spider-Man costume exclaims, jumping up and down with his ghost basket, “You’re back!”

The ginger shows off his paper-white teeth, grinning like a dog wagging its tail, as he raises his palm for a high-five: “Hey buddy! Nice costume! I missed you!”

“Me too! I thought you forgot about us…”

Childe felt a pang of guilt. He hasn’t visited for a year, after all. The kid has grown in height yet his mannerism stayed the same. A lot can change in a year, but some things stay the same.

“Tell you what,” Childe kneels at eye level with the boy before taking big bars of candy from his pocket. The boy’s eyes twinkle in joy, “You can get these and I’ll personally tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”

“You’ll be here? You promise?”

Maybe, he thinks. The same reassurance he gives to his family.

“Yup, I’ll be here–I promise,” he says, hoping he can stay true to his words.

“Apologies accepted,” The boy grins before running towards his friends.

“Bribing them with gifts. Did Rosaline teach you that?” Arlecchino creeps from behind, hands behind her back with an unamused expression.

“Hello to you.”

She stares him up and down with judgment in her eyes. He feels a knot in his stomach. He’s unsure whether it’s out of guilt or fear.

“What are you? A fox?” She asks.

“Have you never seen Zootopia?”

“No, but the more I look at you, the more it makes sense.”

“What does?”

“Everything.”

What?

“Since you’re here, help my older kids set up the booths.”

“Right, straight to work. Let’s skip the “How are you?” “Where have you been?” “I’m surprised you’re still alive,” talk.”

“When was I ever the conversational type? If you need to talk about your feelings, get a therapist. If your therapist can’t handle that, go to a psych ward. And if you understood me just now, go help that young lady carrying a box. She’s setting up the face paint booth and you’re staying there whether you have artistic skills or not. Just don’t make my children cry.”

“When have I ever…” His voice trails off while his eyes follow the only person keeping him up at night; the only person aside from his close circle he constantly worries about, “I can’t tell if you're punishing me or rewarding me.”

“From that creepy grin on your face, I’d say neither,” She hits his arm—it does its damage, “And quit smiling like a pervert.”

“I am not!”

Like a man on a mission, he walks across the orphanage hall, stumbling into you who’s currently carrying a box of paint, “Be careful.”

“Thanks,” you say, clearly not recognizing his voice. His heart drops, until you get a good glimpse of him, Wait, what are you doing here? I didn’t think this was the Halloween party you’d be at.”

“This was the only one I was invited to,” He shrugs. It’s true–half true.

“I doubt that.”

“I promise. I usually visit during the winter. But haven’t gotten the time. So when I heard they needed help during the fall, I thought I’d swing by.”

“You sure you didn’t follow me here?”

“Who knows?” He winks, “Maybe I did.”

You chuckle and begin walking outside. He took the box from your arms and followed you to the small booth just beside the entrance along with the other games the orphanage was hosting.

“Nice costume by the way,” He breaks the silence–one that has been sitting for two weeks in empty phone calls and delivered messages. But he doesn’t hold a grudge. There’s no reason to. You don’t owe him an explanation. You’re just friends. Friends who flirt on the side. Friends who spend their days like dates. Good friends. He convinces himself.

You laugh, “You too, where’d you get that from?”

“A photo booth in an arcade.”

“Must’ve been memorable for you.”

“First dates usually are.”

You cough—almost choking. He knows what he’s doing.

“You alright?” He asks.

“Yes, I am. It’s not often I choke on air.”

He chuckles, “True, but that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh.”

He thought he didn’t have to know. But he has always been a curious one and you have always been a mystery. From the moment he saw you in the gym to the convenience store he lent you an umbrella at, to the messages online, to the “date” that led up to that moment, to your disappearance that itches his brain, and now, here–he just wants to know. To feel like he deserves to know—that your friendship means more than it should.

Why am I like this? Too curious.

“That wasn’t on purpose. I was just busy. I’m fine now, you don’t have to worry. I’m sorry for leaving you hanging like that. I was having one of those… days,” You smile. He should be glad that you’re smiling. But your eyes are lying.

He lets it go though, “I figured, no one can resist me anyway.”

You roll your eyes, he loves that–because that is genuine.

“Right, how dare I, [Y/N], ignore the presence of The Tartaglia.”

“Ajax.”

“Yeah?”

“My family calls me Ajax.”

“I know that, silly.”

“From now on, I want you to call me Ajax,” He wonders what that would sound like. To hear your voice say the name that so casually makes him vulnerable. To watch your mouth utter the two syllables. Or To feel your lips on his own. He wonders and he wants to feed that curiosity.

Carefully, his hand rests on your cheek, testing the waters. You let him. You shouldn’t have, he thinks.

But he leans in, closer, until–

“Is that your girlfriend?” A kid asks, breaking him and you out of your fantasies. You two back away from each other. Too flustered to deny the question.

“She’s really pretty!” The kid smiles.

Childe chuckles, “I know, the prettiest.”

The kid comes closer and whispers in his ear, “Don’t lose her.”

He gives the kid a thumbs up, “I won’t, I promise.”

He’s said that word too many times today. Hopefully it hasn’t lost its meaning.

“Sly fox,” you whisper, while preparing your tools to attend to the kids.

He turns to you and watches you trying not to shiver–you must’ve forgotten to bring a jacket knowing you’d be working outside–but he notices. He seems to notice everything about you. So, he grabs his varsity jacket, and places it around your shoulders, “Dumb bunny.”

NOTES:

i can’t put the link for the masterlist or previous chapter for some reasons. i will fix it later, sorry about that :/

yes, childe is nick wilde and y/n is judy hopps (reference to chapter 10)

SYNOPSIS: There’s a line Childe knows he shouldn’t cross; A line built on years of friendship; A line that happens to cross you, his best friend’s younger sister, grieving her first love; A line where he plays savior, wears a halo, then feign ignorance, because love is a game for fools—and he happens to be the biggest idiot when it comes to love.

When a new stranger invades your life and an old poet writes back

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[milliesbattleaxe]

more Mastermind analysis, while I think its infuriating I don't think its a mischaracterisation that Bee and Ozzie didn't say anything, bc:

They don't know the full situations. Even if Ozzie knows more, there's a lot of things neither of them know.

While they're outspoken and call people out, in this case, "standing up for what is right" would require them to put in question all of Hell's hierarchy, and Satan's right to pass this ruling in any measure.

The punishment of Stolas may be a "flick on the wrist" but not for these two. Hell is based on power, love these people we deem unworthy and you might lose it all.

While Andrealphus is lying about Blitzø's motifs, both him and Stolas always knew they were breaking Demon Law with this. What's illegal here is Blitzø's use of the grimoire/Stolas relinquishing of the grimoire. This is the entire reason why Stolas asked Ozzie for a crystal.

For Ozzie specifically, to admit he did this would be implicating himself and making him an accomplice.

Them singing "he is the law" implies Satan actually does have a right to pass on the judgements, what he was just lying about was being higher ranked than Lucifer. Furthermore, and like I already said, to question him is to question their own place and neither of them are willing to give it up. They benefit from it, they like benefiting from it. It's Stolas specifically the one who has a problem with Hell's Hierarchies, because he doesn't want to rule, he wants to know things.

This is purposeful in Stolas, as he's Blitzø's mirror and foil. Stolas doesn't want power, he wants to know things, and his entire character arc revolves around "is the power I have worth sacrificing my personhood? my true self?" Bee and Ozzie do not feel trapped in the system like Stolas does, they ENACT the system.

This doesn't make them "bad characters" this is not Oliver Cromwell's decree on the immorality of plays and theatre. This makes them compelling characters who might have conflicts with their own partners, LIKE IT SHOULD BE. Stolitz has always been canon, regardless of their status of together or not, they are their respective love interests, and their relationship is one of the most important components of the narrative. Therefore they have to have something that sets them apart from other couples in their situation, and its this. Bee and Ozzie may be dating Vortex and Fizz, and they love them I do not doubt this, but their relationships aren't challenges to the order in hell. Not really, not even if Ozzie fights Mammon about it.

If you also watch Hazbin, remember that Hell's hierarchy does not like being challenged and this is exactly why they don't take Charlie seriously. Because she is disputing their idea of "power" (both Heaven and Hell's tbh). Even Lucifer hates being challenged, despite being the "og rebel". The only person who can question him is Charlie, no one else can.

Like, think about it. Bee provides things, she is the great provider, Ozzie is a fair boss if a temperamental one who their employees know not to fuck around with, and does a lot of things for Fizz. But that's it. Not once it has been implied they're willing to go (metaphorically, existentially) where their partners come from. Stolas has. Stolas has been trying to know Blitzø in his entirety BEFORE Full Moon. He was doing it like ass, but he was.

Another thing is neither Bee nor Ozzie try to bring their partners to their level. They rule alone, they do not share their power. Stolas did, because while Stolas knows its illegal, he probably does not see it as wrong. And it makes sense given what we know of him and his realm. His realm is knowledge, he doesn't like knowledge because of power, he likes bc he just likes to learn things. He was like this BEFORE he knew what his role in the family was. Paimon even looks at him weird for knowing things and saying them aloud as if "sharing" his power by mentioning it near their butler. Stolas doesn't want to get in trouble but if he loves Blitzø why wouldn't he a) try to learn him exactly as he is (see All 2 U) and b) share ALL that he has with him. why wouldn't he give him ALL that he has.

If they decide to lean on this and show what conflicts it causes, and I think it will given how they're pulling Stella and Striker together, I am rubbing my hands eagerly to see where it goes. And also to see how Ozzie and Bee react and start acting, because there's still two entire seasons to see where they go as characters, their stories aren't yet done

[toasts-httyd-hyperfixation]

To answer your question, we don't know exactly how old they were when they got married

Also, its a good point about her being pregnant, and it's definitely something that you can use to have the timeline and ages make sense and be more accurate, but there are a few things

One, them announcing they're trying for a child is irrelevant because that's expected of them the moment they get married, like producing an heir, thats part of their job, they're supposed to be doing that

Two, its not inherently true that Hiccup would be considered heir as soon as he was conceived

There are places and times where that was the case with heirs, but babies weren't typically considered heir until they were born (hence the term 'firstborn' often being used) because obviously, something could happen and cause that baby not to be born, that baby might not be considered legitimate, and, regardless of your opinion on whether a fetus is a full person or not, historically, a lot of places did not consider fetuses people until they have been born, and in some cases, until they've been Confirmed

And we don't know when a baby is considered Officially the Heir in universe, but we do know A: pregnancies and life in general was dangerous for them, so there's no guarantee that the baby will even be born and B: the babies could also be a runt and therefore have to be put to death

So in my opinion, the most likely time that Hiccup was declared heir was After he had been taken to the Naming Dame, when everything is all clear and he's (supposedly) legitimized

And even if it is from conception, I don't know that the amount of time for a pregnancy strictly gives enough time for the ages to quite fit

Because pregnancies don't last multiple years, and say it was that they announced Valhallarama was pregnant when Snotlout was 3 almost 4, lets be real here, Hiccup was probably a premie so like 8ish months, that still only gets him to 4 years older

And that's assuming they know Val is pregnant from the moment he's conceived, which, you cannot know you're pregnant right away, and Vikings didn't have accurate pregnancy tests, so either they're going based off Vague Inaccurate Prediction ( which, not unlikely) or they're not really gonna know until she starts showing symptoms, and that could be anywhere from a week to over a month or more

In which case, they wouldn't be announcing it right away, there would be additional time cut out of this, so there's still not quite enough time to span the 3- possibly 6 years

So like, yes, the gestation period could have an affect, but since this was all based on the fact that in the book Snotlout specifically refers to Hiccup being Born, and then taking everything else into consideration, in my opinion, it probably isn't relevant

But regardless, yeah, it is definitely something you could use to make the ages all fit a little bit better

And just to be clear, I, obviously, am not an expert on any of this stuff, this is all based on what I came across while doing a little research into inheritance laws, so anyone who sees this, feel free to correct me if I got anything wrong or if you have anything to add

I realise none of this is probably really relevant to my original point in this set of posts, but I enjoy doing random research for funsies and I have a need to explore various concepts so, yeah 👍

Love that with the way its set up, Snotlout is anwhere from barely 3 to almost 5 years older than Hiccup

[ivysprophecy]

please please please

word count; 1644

summary; turning off your phone and shutting out the world isnt the best way to handle your problems but its what you do. and jjs had enough of it.

warnings; i dont think there is any? mentions of anxiety attacks? tagging @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

"well hey there stranger"

i turn from my book to look behind me, seeing the boy id been actively avoiding for the past two days. carrying his surf board.

i shouldve remembered he'd come here to surf. i just wouldn't have guessed this early in the morning.

"hey jayj."

"oh thats all i get? 'hey'? no 'i miss you so much'?" he sets his board in the sand taking a seat next to me on my blanket.

guess im not finishing my book today. "oh my god jj! youre here! ive been dyingggg to talk to you! i cant believe youre really in here in the flesh! there. better?"

"oh dont be like that- cmon mama whatd i do?" i feel bad with the genuine concern on his face.

okay was ghosting him out of nowhere awful of me? probably. i just didnt know what else to do.

after that night at the bonfire i realized that with my feelings for him growing it wasnt a good idea for us to continue our casual... something. it played with both our emotions. it isnt fair to either of us.

especially after his 'i love you'. that really did it in for me.

"you didnt do anything jj. trust. i just... ive been in a funk. needed some me time thats all."

"well... do you still need your 'me time'?" he looked so hopeful. how could i say yes? where jj maybank is concerned ill easily fold every time. "cause you havent answered my texts so i couldn't ask you to surf with me this morning."

"... i dont have my board. but i suppose i can hang out with you for a little while."

"im honored," he smiles laying back on his elbows, "but really. are you good? i like to think i know you pretty well and this whole MIA thing was not normal."

turning to face him more, i sigh, what the fuck am i supposed to say? 'yea im just so in love with you i cant be around you' yea that would go over really well.

"i dont know. just gotta lot of stuff goin on. you dont have to worry though. im good."

"well do ya wanna talk about it?"

"trust me jay you dont wanna hear about my problems. theyre trivial at best."

"what are friends for if not for listening?" he nudges me with his shoulder urging me to talk. i really dont think i can do this. i was not prepared.

"youre not a very good listener," i point out, to which he immediately takes faux offense. jaw dropped and everything.

"oh thats just not true! i can listen!"

i run a hand through my tangled hair in frustration. this cannot be how i tell him. it just cant. i came here to get away from thinking about this and now hes right here in front of me acting so unserious while im spiraling.

"jj i really appreciate how eager you are to help me but its really not necessary. i didnt really prepare myself and its just too much-"

"prepare yourself? mama what the fuck are you talking about? does this have to do with that night after the bonfire? i mean obviously it does who am i kidding you havent talked to me since then. did i do something wrong? was- was it bad?" he leans in closer, lowering his voice thats laced with worry and guilt.

oh my god that is the absolute last thing i expected him to say. shit i really fucked this up. and honestly just not true.

"what? no! no jj you didnt do anything wrong and it was perfect. promise," i try to reassure him but i know deep down hes gonna over think this whole thing if i dont tell him straight up

i may love him but i never said he was the brightest in the bunch.

"okay so whats the problem?"

"the problem is that it was perfect," i cant help but let out a sigh before hiding my face in my hands as the words leave my mouth.

god my heart is racing, im not ready for this conversation. maybe if i pass out i wont have to. yea if he has to call an ambulance then we can avoid this all together. but an ambulance is also like five grand so...

shit.

"... youre mad at me because you had a good time?" his face contorted in a weird fixture of confusion.

"no! no- god youre so dense sometimes!"

"mama i dont have a fucking clue what youre saying! how does that make me stupid??"

i hide my face in my hands again trying to compose myself because what the fuck kind of confession is this?

"jj im avoiding you because ive been developing feelings for you and i cannot in good conscience keep being so casual with you and sleeping with you knowing this and i know that you do not want anything serious so i figured id just make it easier for the both of us and just take myself out of the situation entirely so that nothing bad happens and i cannot stop fucking talking so please for the love of god say something or do something because i feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest and-"

oh my god im getting my book moment. he just kissed me to make me stop talking!!! oh my god hes kissing me.

is this where i kiss him back?

of course i kiss him back!! what the fuck!!? and oh my lord does it feel nice, so so so nice.

the way his tongue presses against mine, the way he cups my jaw and pulls me close to him. it was slow and confident and loving and everything he knows i like. his hands find my hips like muscle memory, pulling our bodies together, eventually having me on his lap. where he takes my hands and places them on his chest so i can feel his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.

“… mama you need to learn to breathe.”

“that’s not funny right now jj. im actively having an anxiety attack, horrible thing to say really."

"what're you so anxious about? i think we're havin' a pretty calm conversation, dont you?"

"i mean yea- but thats not-" he interrupts me while shaking his head with a shrug.

"listen, i get why youre a little nervous to say that, all things considered. but i thought it was pretty obvious i was into you, i just didnt wanna push you because you made your boundaries clear so i just took what i could get."

my eyes bug out of my head in shock. am i the dense one? i mean yea hes a really good kisser and i can feel he cares deeply about me when we do stuff and makes me feel safe and supported but that doesnt mean-

yea im stupid. he all but outright said it. actually he has. thats what started this panic.

"... okay yea- maybe. but you agreed they were a good idea so i figured that meant you wanted them there too. and i dont know- it just kind of got overwhelming and i didnt wanna be one of those girls who expects something huge after sex so... you know what i mean? and truthfully youre not what i expected for me."

"what does that mean?" his face showed a little offense.

"i just mean- ya know. for one i didnt expect to love my best friend. and then on top of that i didnt think id love a guy who was a treasure hunting, or- adrenaline junkie i should say."

he leans back putting some space between us, "is that supposed to be a bad thing?

"no! no jay im not saying this right- i-... youre a fighter and youre adventurous- a lot of things im not. if that makes sense. all im sayin is a few years ago i wouldnt have expected to be here. but i like it here. love it here even," i smile at him teasingly trying to ease his worries. the last thing i need is to say the wrong thing right now.

"so what youre saying is that you love me?"

"youre such an idiot."

'but do ya? because i think you do mama."

i roll my eyes chuckling, "yea. yea i do maybank," i press a small kiss to his cheek leaning back into him.

"does this mean youll let me make you a maybank mama?" his eyebrow was quirked up as he teases his question.

"lets not get ahead of ourselves. how about we take this slow?"

he looks down at my button up shirt i was wearing over my bikini to shield me from the ocean breeze, and i could tell he was debating taking it off of me. giving me that same look he always does.

"slow? mama i dont think we're gonna be too good at that."

"all 'm sayin is we dont have to jump the gun, we both admitted it, doesnt mean we gotta change the way we act or announce it or nothing. we can just enjoy this ourselves ya know?"

"you embarrassed of me mama?"

"not at all baby, just want you all to myself. is that too much to ask for?"

he shakes his head leaning up against me, our faces inches apart, "nah i dont think so. i like the sound of that."

i meet him the rest of the way pressing his lips to mine, smiling into it. pulling him as close as humanly possible. i need him under mind skin, in my blood, you know?

"i do too, so we agree? we'll keep this between us for now?"

"whatever you want mama. yes maam."

[jarofstyles]

Robins Egg - Indigo 8

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Warnings- slight angst, fluff, Mention of anxiety, H being slightly oblivious

Harry wasn’t real, Y/N thinks. She was a bit stumped.

While she had read a lot of romance novels, as a self proclaimed member of the book community, she hadn’t ever expected any of that to come true. Sure, it was nice to read, but men like that didn’t exist. The butterflies she got reading them had been more than enough, but she was finding that the more time she spent with Harry that she preferred real life over her story books.

It was just… odd. Not in a bad way, but the things he did had her doing a double take. Venmoing her for the cookie ingredients, paying for the pizza, texting her good morning and good night, checking in on her tattoo, even sending her a bunch of sunflowers when she had woken up in a shit mood and let him know. They were so early in it and she had become a bit nervous.

It felt like waiting for the other shoe to drop. The tension, the knowing it's too good to be true. It wasn’t like he was absolved of fault. He was a little possessive, he was a bit of a workaholic, he was hard on himself, he was a little pessimistic, a little cold, rigid but these were all things she could deal with. But there was just something making her nervous. It had never been this good for her and her cynical side was trying to come out, trying to rear its ugly head and leave a brown smear on this pretty new relationship tied up in a silky red ribbon with pristine white wrapping.

She had been so wrong about him, it was insane. He wasn’t any of the things she had assumed, at least not to her. He was still a bit of a snarly asshole but she was never at the receiving end of it. Their date had blown her mind, how he had been so down to earth with her, how he had kissed her so thoroughly and left with a swagger in his walk, how he left her wanting more. It was strange for her to yearn for someone so much, to want to be around a man more than she had experienced in the past. She feared becoming clingy as it progressed, addicted to the intoxicating kisses and the spice of his cologne, the roughness of the calluses on his hand and his deep voice talking in the cajoling whispers that he had given her a little taste of.

For all intents and purposes, Y/N was realizing she was fucked. Absolutely ruined.

H: Hey, I’m on my way. Do you need me to stop for anything else? Xxx

Y/N: No :) I’ve got everything! Just come on in when you’re here. It’s unlocked. Xxxx

From the beating going on in her chest, she knew she was in for a ride tonight.

After their night making cookies, they’d had a few more dates. All of which he had been a gentleman. They’d made out, he’d felt her up, but he didn’t push for more. It wasn’t something she was used to. All her past experiences had rushed the sexual bits of it and she sort of felt like she was doing something wrong even though she knew she wasn’t. Harry teased her, making her feel hot but backed off shortly after only to be soft and gentle with her. It was confusing and she craved more but it was difficult to know how to push. He’d told her that he wanted to take time with her, that he wanted to do this right because he liked her a lot, but how long was it going to take?

The main concern was that he be comfortable. That’s what mattered the most and she could see he got a little nervous sometimes, like when he’d placed his hands under her shirt and palmed her tits over her bra a few nights ago, only doing it for a short while and not pushing further than that. She’d been aching for it when he left. If this was some sort of edging, he was doing a great job of making her crave it.

Harry was incredibly attractive. This was common knowledge, and she’d go as far as to say it was fact. Her body reacted to him in a very strong way, but the slight rejections were starting to make her wonder if she was the one pushing too hard. It was hard to control herself with his hands on her. His large palms holding her waist and pulling her close so he could lick into his mouth, letting her hips rock a little on top of him- and he got hard! That’s something that stumped her. He was hard and she could feel it under her, so obviously he had to be at least attracted to her, but something was stopping him. Tonight, she needed to figure out what it was.

She heard the door open and the telltale clank of the keys attached to his jeans, making her smile as she continued to stir the pot of soup on the stove. She’d learned a recipe for broccoli cheddar soup when he said it was his favorite and managed to do two trial runs to make sure it was actually good. She’d cheated with the bread, getting store bought, but it had led her to find a new favorite wine.

Hands found her waist and chin rested on top of her as he looked down at the pot she was stirring, a little hum coming from his throat. “Should’ve known you were up t’something when you wouldn’t tell me what we were going to do for dinner.” He clicked his tongue, using a finger to turn her head so he could catch her lips. He was smiling as he pulled back, eyes light and happy as he looked back down at it. “You didn’t have t’do this all by yourself. I would have helped, or paid. But you’re too fucking sweet.” His hands went back to her waist to give her a squeeze before moving next to the stove to look at her. “Is there something I can do to help?

Y/N’s stomach was a mess of butterflies from his reaction, cheeks hurting from keeping her own smile contained enough that it didn’t look crazy. It did smell good in here and her trial runs ensured that her recipe wasn’t a fuck up. “You can get wine glasses out. I found a cool wine at Trader Joes and wanted to try it.” She hummed, tapping the spoon against the side of the pot to get off the excess before resting it in her sunflower spoon rest. For once, she was actually using it as it was intended and not just decor.

“Yeah? I’m excited to try.” He moved past her to get the wine glasses on the bar cart she had set up when she got a wild hair and wanted to do a DIY thing. She went the opposite way to get two bowls, placing them down before gathering the spoons. “How much did the ingredients cost?”

“None of your business.” She playfully snipped, ladling the soup into the bowls. “You’ve paid for enough. I can handle paying for some of our meals and stuff. You know I don’t expect you to cover everything, right?” Sometimes she had to wonder if Harry thought she expected this. Of course she fought him on paying every time but he was quicker to place his card or cash down every time. How? She didn’t know.

“Course I know that. But I like to.” He saddled up next to her, watching as she served their dinner. “I like to take care of you. I know you don’t expect that and you’re not runnin’ around trying to get money off of me. But even if you were, I think I’d give it to you.” He adjusted the strap of her apron, eyes on the side of her face. “I enjoy paying. I can’t describe exactly why, but it feels right. You give me your company, and it’s worth a lot more than dinner.” Harry felt pretty strongly about it, it seemed. Y/N had to wonder who instilled this in him. She knew it was old school, and he did sometimes do things by the book, but he was progressive with his views. It confused her a little.

Harry himself, though, was holding back. Of course he wanted to spoil Y/N. He liked her a lot more than was probably normal for only being together for a few weeks, and he didn’t want to scare her off. It was hard. He wanted to pay for her nails, wanted to make sure she had the things she wanted. It was hard to hold his true emotion back, but he feared the rejection. Coming on way too strong. He fell hard and fast, but Y/N was the hardest and fastest he’d even crashed. His crush had predated their relationship, making it even worse.

“Well.. Okay.” She sighed, turning to hand him his bowl. “If it actually makes you happy, I suppose I can let go. I just don’t want you to think I’m some sort of freeloader or, or a gold digger. I make my own money and I can take care of stuff for us too.” He followed her to the table, choosing to sit next to her instead of across.

“Never. You’ve never asked me for a thing. If you did, I’d probably say yes, but I know you’re none of those things. You’re the sweetest girl I know. Let me take care of you.” He rested his palm on her thigh to squeeze it lightly before spooning some of the soup into his mouth.

“Careful! It’s hot.” Y/N knew it was still steaming and worried for him, but he simply swallowed and gave her a smile.

“Been drinking hot coffee for ages. Doesn’t bother me. Plus, I’ve literally poked a hole through my tongue, so it’s safe. But thanks for looking out for me.” He laughed. “This is really fucking good, Y/N. Probably the best I’ve had.”

She knew he had to be exaggerating but the praise made her flush. A tiny, shy smile painted her lips as she watched him take another bite. A groan of satisfaction came from him, making her stomach flutter for a variety of reasons, but she needed to get her mind out of the gutter. “You think so?”

“Know so. You’re never gonna be able to get rid of me. Gonna have to be bribing you to make this for me again.” His knee knocked into hers. It was a slight joke- he would definitely ask her to make it again, but he would cover the ingredients. Maybe she could make it at his house? He loved the idea of her in his kitchen, in his living room. In his bed.

“Well, there’s plenty of leftovers.” She chirped, happiness coursing through her at his words. Succeeding at this goal made her extremely happy. Her boyfriend liked her soup! “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go to the bars with everyone tonight or if you wanted us to stay here. The choice is yours.” They’d been informed in the groupchat that there was a pub crawl tonight, but Y/N could feel his hesitation. They hadn’t been out with them together yet, and something was keeping him from wanting to go with her.

“Let’s stay here.” He sighed, stretching his arms over his head. “M’not in the mood to have to deal with drunken people spilling their pints on to me. Didn’t you say there was a documentary about a cult you wanted t’watch?” The way he brushed it off made sense, but she had to wonder why he didn’t want to go.

“I’m fine with that, but you used to love going out. I don’t want to stop you from doing that.” She approached it carefully, watching as his brows furrowed together.

“Not at all. T’be honest, I used to only go out when I knew you were going. Wanted to make sure you were okay, and… I dunno. I would always end up staring.” His cheeks pinkened a little, looking down at his bowl. And before her, it was going out to get laid. He didn’t need the bar for either of those things anymore. “So now I’ve got you, get to spend time with you. If you want to go, we can. I jus’ don’t want them poking at us.”

That was a worry of his.

“How do you mean?” This was something she’d been a little insecure about. Their friends didn’t really know she and Harry were together. Harry hadn’t mentioned telling anyone and she hadn’t wanted to say something too early. It was hard to navigate the relationship this early on. Harry was a private person but she also liked the idea of people knowing that they were together.

“Well.. They’re just a nosy lot, aren’t they? I’ve kind of kept this to myself, wanted to enjoy you before the group of them descend on us like vultures asking for information.” The distaste was clear on his face, making something in her tummy turn. “They’re gonna ask for the whole story, and apparently they all thought I didn’t like you so it’s gonna be a big deal. I’d like it to just stay between us for a while longer.”

“Oh. Okay.” She peeped, swallowing the lump in her throat.

She was being silly. Of course, she knew what he said made complete and utter sense. He was correct. It would be a big deal and they would demand to know what and how and when and it would be a lot, but something about it made her feel icky. Moving her soup around with her spoon, she stayed quiet as she tried to talk herself down. Harry had never done something purposely to hurt her feelings, but this had done so by accident. It wasn’t his fault- but part of her worried he was ashamed or something. She knew she didn’t exactly look like his normal type,or the type he apparently went for prior to her. She wasn’t covered in tattoos yet. Was it weird to be dating a girl that was sort of your opposite?

Meanwhile, Harry’s heart sunk to his ass. He could see, he could hear that it wasn’t okay. He’d hurt her feelings and he caught it on her face, and he felt a little queasy that he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly about that had made her upset. She looked a bit like a kicked puppy and he felt awful, the guilt crawling up his throat as he turned to her. “Hey… Y/N.” He urged. “Can you look at me, sweetheart? I think I just hurt your feelings and I didn’t mean to.” His hand settled on her shoulder, thumbing over it as he tried not to freak out. This was what he meant by putting his foot in his mouth. Sometimes he didn’t think things through, or maybe had some emotional incompetence.

“No, no… You just, I don’t know why it upset me.” She looked at him, seeing the genuine stress on his face. He had just turned anxious in a way she hadn’t seen him before. “I uh, I think I’m just being silly.” Even though her eyes burned a little bit, he obviously hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings.

“Your feelings aren’t silly.” He murmured. “What felt bad about what I said? I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to upset you.” His hand grabbed hers as she dropped her spoon. “Talk me through it. What part felt bad to you? M’sorry.” His apology came out again and Y/N felt guilty herself. She knew she was ultra sensitive and lots of things hurt her feelings that didn’t make sense, but she didn’t want him feeling that way about her! He’d just been talking.

“I uh… I think, somewhere in my brain… Part of me has been thinking you don’t want people to know we’re together because I’m like, y’know. Not your type.” She winced even as she said it, stumbling over her words. “Like, I’ve seen the girls that approach you and the ones you used to talk to.” One of his ex flings had come up to the table once but he had swiftly rejected her. “I’m nothing like them. I just get nervous that you’ll be like… embarrassed to be seen with me or something.”

Harry looked at her with a sad frown, shaking his head adamantly as she finished the sentence. So that’s what it was. She was comparing herself to other girls that seemed to fit his aesthetic more, which had been true before. He’d gone for girls that had lots of tattoos and wore darker makeup and different clothes than she had, sure. But she was his absolute favorite person. Couldn’t she see that?

“Darling… No. Absolutely not. M’the furthest thing from embarrassed.” He promised. “I want everyone to know. It’s nothing to do with that. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to call mine. I adore you, and sometimes I even have to stop myself because I feel like m’gonna come on too strong but… It isn’t that I don’t want them to know. It’s the part where they harass us for answers.” Harry wasn’t too good at the whole talking thing sometimes but he was doing his best for Y/N. He liked her far too much to let her worry like this. “I am a private man. I don’t want to share all the gritty details, no, but you know how they are when they’ve been drinking. They’re relentless and they’re gonna bother you about it. And I know that you can get overwhelmed and I just…I don’t want them to hound you while I just sit there next to you.” They’d know better than to go after Harry for answers, but Y/N had been so open with them in the past, they’d expect the same.

“I like you a lot more than you can probably tell. So much that I’ve had to pace myself. I don’t like the idea of being too much for you, or moving too fast. You deserve a proper dating experience with the lead ups, or whatever you want. You’re not just some hookup I want to divulge dirty details about. You mean something to me and I think… I think that’s part of why I like keeping it to us right now.” He swallowed, adjusting in his seat to get closer to her. “I don’t want them to intrude on us when we’re doing so well on our own. But if you want them to know, I’ll tell ‘em all.” Harry knew he’d try to find a way to lasso the moon if that's what the girl in front of him wanted.

Y/N felt exceptionally silly for thinking he was ashamed of her, but his explanation made her butterflies return. He really liked her like that? She sniffled, looking into his earnest eyes before nodding. “Okay. That makes a lot of sense.” Taking some initiative, she got up and sat herself on his lap to get a cuddle. They both seemed to need one. Harry had a damn near heart attack seeing her lips downturned. “We could do like…” She paused before shaking her head. “Nevermind, It’s silly.” Her face heated.

“No, it’s not. What is it?” He urged, trying to hear her out. The man had no idea what she was going to suggest but he doubted he would tell her no.

“People sometimes like, hint that they’re with someone. On social media. They post photos that are kinda like, unsure. So it isn’t as much of a shock when they do come out as a couple. Is that something that would make you feel a little better about it?” She knew they called it soft launching but it felt weird to call it that out loud.

They could ignore texts if they wanted to. It was obvious they weren’t going out tonight, but maybe people could put things together and they didn’t need to be harassed in person. Harry thought about it for a moment before nodding, still unsure as to how it would work. He was picky about his privacy, especially on socials, but he trusted Y/N. He didn’t mind later on if she posted him fully, but it would make sense to him to start it that way. “I don’t see why not. How do we do that, though?”

“Well, later when we’re watching something I can take a selfie and your arm can be in it or something. I dunno, it doesn’t have to be extremely obvious. Just enough that there's a hint. You move on from there.” She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, adjusting herself. “If you’re worried about them harassing me, which is very sweet by the way, it may be easier to just do something like that. Let them see we’re hanging out on our own and we can just ignore our phones and answer when we see fit. It may be less overwhelming for the both of us.” It made sense to her.

“Hm.” He hummed, thinking about it for a moment. “I think that could be alright, yeah.” Lips quirked up in a smile. “We can do that when we’re watching TV. Sounds like a plan?”

“Yes, absolutely.” She beamed. Thank god he hadn’t rejected her. She’d probably crawl into her own skin. “Did you want seconds before we do that, though?” His bowl was nearly empty and Y/N couldn’t help but be giddy about it. He’d really enjoyed her soup!

“Mm.. Yeah, I think so.”

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To be fair, Y/N was sort of expecting it. When their TV time and ‘soft launch photo’ (consisting of Harry’s hand on her thigh- the one with the cross tattoo- and the bowl of popcorn in her lap) lulled, the tension had risen again. One thing was leading to another and his mouth was glued to hers, her body hauled up on top of him as he leaned back on the couch. His touches were eager, squeezing her hips and pulling her into him, the girl was gagging for it.

Harry had been holding back on her and she was dying for even the slightest nibble of intimacy with him. The way he kissed her was so thorough and hot, like he needed her mouth to breathe, and yet when he gently pulled away this time it made her whimper. Frustration rose in her belly and chest as she watched him wipe under her lips, the movement of her hips paused by his other hand. It always stopped here, and she had to wonder why it was.

“D-Do you not want to touch me?” She asked breathlessly as her hands fell from his shoulders back to her sides. It didn’t add up. He kissed her hungrily, touched her when they kissed like she was his anchor, he’d been suggestive in texts- but there was this lull that had always come up and halted their progression.

Harry’s eyes widened and he shook his head, sitting up slightly whilst keeping her in his lap. “What? Are you joking?” He whispered, confusion painted on his face. “It’s all I want to do. I can barely keep my hands off of you. What are you talking about?”

“E-Every time we get to this point you stop. I know we talked about taking it slow and I never want to push you further than what you want to do but we spoke about you wanting to do more to me a-and I’m just a little confused.” She peeped, looking down at his lap. She could visibly see he was hard, it was obvious. “I want to make you feel good, H. I really, really do.”

She hadn’t meant for it to be whiny. Really, she hadn’t, but she’d been thinking about having him down her throat and hearing him praise her for weeks now. He’d been patient and gentle and of course, she loved how tender he was with her but… “I’ve been a mess and I keep thinking about sucking you off and I would really like to. Can we do something more tonight?” She brushed her nose against his, a fleeting kiss being pressed to his slightly open mouth. “Please? If you’re comfortable, I promise I’ll be good and do whatever you want. I think- I think you’ll have to show me how you like it but if you want to hold off touching me, let me do it to you.. Please, H…” Her hand slid down and rested at the waistband of his jeans.

Harry was a bit shocked, really. He’d been taking his time with her because he really, really didn’t want to fuck this up by thinking with his dick, but he hadn’t realized it had been grating so much on her. Of course this was his fuck up, but he could only focus on the fact that she was nearly begging to have his cock in her mouth. “M’so sorry, baby. Was trying to take it slow. I want to touch you so much.” His voice was slightly hoarse as he replied. “Don’t ever think I’m not attracted to you.” Grabbing her hand, she let it sink further so it was over his cock. His breathing caught in his throat as she squeezed, giving him a needy look that was unfamiliar with him.

Who would have thought Y/N would be the one to make the first move?

“You feel that, Sweetheart? I get like this every time I’m around you.” Her hand was smaller than his, he noticed as he let go and let her do as she pleased. “I’m obsessed with you. Y’know that? I meant it in my text to you when we talked about this.” His nose brushed against hers. “I’m always thinking about how hot and wet I can get that pretty cunt. Do you think I don’t imagine you every single time I wrap my hand around my cock?” He clicked his tongue. “It’s always you. Always your gorgeous face I see when I cum. Imagine making you cum for me, how you’d feel. Don’t think for a minute that I don’t want you when you’re all I can bloody think about when I close my eyes.” It was intense, maybe, but true.

“You can do whatever you want. What’s my girl need, hm? Want my fingers? My tongue? We’re going to hold off on having you squeeze around my cock for now until we’ve got days to spare… M’not going to be able to do it just once. But It’s up to you pretty girl.” He would get on his knees for her if he was being honest. He’d never wanted to make her feel like he didn’t want her, and he knew he would be making up for it. His pretty girl, however, had a different thing in mind.

“I want to touch you. Please?” She whispered. “I meant it. I want you to touch me too but, I’ve been thinking about this for ages.” It was slightly embarrassing to admit but she felt that confidence going through her now, especially since he had expressed how much he wanted her too. “I’m okay with anything but you’ve been teasing me for so long…” Her fingernails dragged over the side of his neck and tangled slightly in his hair, making him hiss and his eyes roll back slightly at the accidental tug of his hair. His cock was thick in his pants and he knew he didn’t have it in him to deny her- not after all of this.

“Can’t say no to you, baby.” He panted, gently taking her hand and leading it to his belt. His eyes were dark as he took her lips again, groaning as her palm slipped down and squeezed over him. It was a welcomed feeling for the both of them, her lips parting against his own as she felt the hot bulge underneath the denim as it throbbed against her hand. Yes- this was exactly what she had wanted. “Go ahead. Whatever you want to do, m’yours.”

[ckret2]

I'm staring at the newest chapter in horror but also, there are SO many witnesses and there will probably be a ton of documentation about the second dimensional incident, which makes it that much more baffling Bill got an insanity plea. I know it's for Story Reasons and I probably shouldn't think about it too hard but goddamn.

They legitimately looked at all of this and said "yeah no he's found not guilty by reason of insanity, Theraprism NOW." (I thought at first it was "guilty but insane," however we get no indication that he's going to be sent to a normal multiversal prison after he completes his karmic rehabilitation. They all but say that reincarnation is the goal after this is over, which seems to be equivalent to release and reintegration into society.)

That being said it could simply be that interdimensional court has different requirements to be declared insane enough not to get permadeath. Or I'm misremembering how the Theraprism works...It's a forensic hospital, right? Not prison. He's being treated not punished.(Kinda debatable. That place sucks.)

The Axolotl gotta be the single best lawyer of the entire multiverse how the hell did they pull this off. I would love to just be in the court when this went down actually I can already feel how absolutely insane it was. No way either side didn't fight tooth and nail.

the fact that Bill is willing to look every single person he meets dead in the eye and say "no my dimension wasn't destroyed, it's fine, all my people are alive and they love me" is ngl gonna be a big part of the ax's defense strategy.

They have a lot of documentation of what Bill's like after the massacre—but there's absolutely no record, anywhere, of what happened during the massacre. You know what they do have documentation of though? Bill insisting that he dumped Euclydia into Dimension Zero so that he could do renovations and that he's built a paradise universe in its place when all he's built is a void with a few strobe lights. Bill claiming that all these people he kidnapped himself are actually from his dimension. Bill pulling off "rescues" with seemingly no self-awareness that he slaughtered more than he saved. Bill being told MULTIPLE TIMES "if you keep trying to fix Dimension Zero then the multiverse will collapse" and Bill going "okay. i hear you. So how about i fix Dimension Zero, and then, everything is fine."

What do you do if you get Bill into a courtroom and ask him "do you plea guilty to the massacre of Euclydia?" and he goes "I don't know what you're talking about. There was no massacre. I liberated everyone, they're fine. They're literally still alive today. Nobody died." Like. You're trying to decide his culpability in a crime he doesn't acknowledge happened.

You've gotta ask 2 questions: does Bill literally not know what happened to his dimension—even if the knowledge comes and goes, is it still sometimes genuinely missing—or is this just an act to try to wiggle out of trouble? And, if he does literally not know what happened to it, is that a trauma reaction to the massacre, or did he commit the crime not comprehending what the result would be?

Bill's a known liar, this could all be an act. But, like, god, wow, it's a really, really good act.

The Ax can argue that Bill literally doesn't grasp the difference between right and wrong. He can tell them that Bill is completely unable to differentiate fact and fiction. He can tell them that Bill has delusions that he didn't destroy Euclydia, that the neighboring dimensions are Euclydia, that all his people are alive and healthy, and argue that he probably had delusions that whatever he did to his dimension wouldn't destroy it in the first place. He can argue a whole lot of things about Bill.

Are any of these things true about Bill? Debatable. Probably not. Somewhere between 30%-60% true. Could the Ax convince a court that they're true? Probably. Everyone already agrees Bill's insane. The only question is if he was the right kind of insane at the right time.

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my best friend, billie, was meant to be coming over so that we could have a movie day, and she was sleeping over too. i mean it was good for me, since i'd always liked her. i just didn't know how she felt about me. she always seemed happy to come round, and often invited me to do stuff too. we were very close and touchy with each other and would always cuddle and have naps together, i didn't know if that meant anything though. i didn't know if she was like this with other people too or if it was just a me thing.

anyway, i'd just finished getting ready right as she arrived, so i obviously let her in and we went up to my room pretty much straight away. once she'd taken off her shoes and jacket, we got into bed. well, she practically tackled me onto the bed. i handed her the remote and told her to pick something to watch since i didn't mind what was on. the only reason i didn't mind was because i knew i wasn't even going to be paying attention to the movie, i'd be thinking about her and also laying on her at the same time.

as soon as she'd picked something, she put the remote next to us and pulled me onto her so that my head was right next to her neck, and i was practically straddling her waist, but soon enough she'd turned me around so that i could see the tv. i didn't know if i was just telling myself that she liked me because i wanted it to be true, or if she actually acted like she wanted me, and i was just too scared to tell her how i felt in case she didn't feel the same. if that happened then i knew i'd lose her and that was the last thing i wanted. i really couldn't lose her, she's the only one who understands me.

i was laying there daydreaming about her whilst one of her arms was resting over my waist, and the other was moving my hair out of my face. i glanced at the tv every so often, but i was paying more attention to her hands on me. she must've noticed eventually that i didn't know what was going on in the movie because she moved her hands off me and put her fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to look at her.

"why aren't you watching the movie hmm?"

my cheeks turned a little pink as i looked into her eyes and tried to hide my face with my hoodie, which was actually her hoodie, but i claimed it as my own after she let me borrow it once. she once again moved her hand and grabbed the part of my hoodie i was using to hide my face, and pulled it down so that she could see me properly again. that was when i moved my head to hide it in her neck as she giggled at me. i didn't want her to see what her words did to me, although she could definitely tell from the way i was acting.

"can i speak to you about something?" i heard her gently speak after a while.

i sat up and nodded, worried about what she was about to say to me.

"it's nothing bad don't worry love." she smiled at the nervous look on my face and gently kissed my cheek before cupping it in her hand.

"i just.. i noticed you're really clingy with me and you know i'm the same with you, and we act like we're dating already. well what i'm trying to say is.. i was just wondering if you would be my girlfriend? and i'm sorry if i've got this completely wrong, its okay if you don't feel the same way, i just really like you a lot." she slightly mumbled, as if she was nervous to hear my response, and as if she was worried that if she spoke any louder then i'd suddenly disappear, but it also seemed like she needed to get this out.

"i'd love to be your girlfriend. i've liked you for the longest time, i just didn't know how you felt about me and i was too scared to ask." i smiled so much while answering, feeling her hand reach my face once again and pull me closer to her. closer and closer until our lips finally touched and we began making out. she started moving her hands down to my waist, then to my thighs, before moving back up slightly to rest on my hips, pulling me so that i was straddling her waist again.

she flipped us over so that she was now on top of me, kissing her way down my body and undressing me as she went after i nodded to confirm that i wanted this. i wanted her. small whimpers and moans left my mouth as her hands were all over me.

"do you like this baby?" she teased, not touching me where i wanted, but getting close.

i just moaned and tried to hide my face from her.

"look at me." she spoke sternly, waiting for me to do so. i didn't at first, but when she turned my head so that i was looking at her, she continued, "use your words. do you like this?"

"yes baby." i mumbled, only just managing to answer as she pushed two of her fingers into me, causing me to arch my back off the bed and throw my head back, crying out.

"that's my girl." she smirked, going faster as my moans got faster and more frequent, and i tightened around her fingers.

"you're doing so well for me beautiful, just hold on a little longer for me, you can do it." her voice was gentle but stern at the same time.

"i can't. please its too much i need to cum." i rushed out.

"just a minute angel, you can hold on a bit longer. do it for me."

my legs shook and hands tightened around the bedsheets, trying not to finish yet. not until she told me i could. this continued for a few more minutes before i began begging for her to let me finish.

"please billie. please i'll do anything!! i really need to cum pleaseee." i sounded so pathetic and whiny, but i was just needy and desperate.

finally, this made her give in. i moaned and whimpered as she slowed her movements down, eventually pulling her fingers out and holding me in her arms to relax. in fact, she was quick to pull me against her and help me calm down.

"i'm really proud of you sweet girl. you did so well for me. just relax now, okay?"

i smiled and blushed as she ran her fingers up and down my arms and back, causing me to quickly fall asleep for about an hour whilst clinging onto her. when i finally woke up, we showered, got into pyjamas, then carried on watching movies all evening before falling asleep together, cuddling all night.

a/n: i’m too tired to check for mistakes so i’m going to sleep instead, ignore if there is any mistakes please😔

[velvvetcat09]

ok so this is talking about cc!mumbo for a bit

mumbo goes wild (haha pun intended) when he’s brought back as a zombie because he’s now not restraint from life counts. put him in survival mode and he panics, unsure of what to do, his mind zeroes on the fact that he can’t die stupidly and has to keep staying alive, this results in his paranoia and all. but sometimes, a lot of times actually, he forgets that he’s in survival mode, he forgets and becomes reckless bc that’s his natural instinct. he dies stupidly because he forgets his life counts.

mumbo plays mostly on creative. hermitcraft already feels like creative what with the shop and how everything functions there, death is just temporary. he’s such a sandbox guy. he’s so accustomed to sandbox environments that when you put him in actual long survival, he’s paranoid of dying but forgets his own habits. and yet his fascination and curiosity trumps his paranoia.

if you remember when grian first built the tnt minecart rail, grian was scared of how close mumbo was. mumbo felt he was already so familiar with this mechanic that he knew the range and felt he could inspect even closer. and when the setup was turned on, grian scared of how to turn it off when mumbo suggested it, easily saying about taking the redstone torch and doing it without caution bc he felt like this is his area of expertise, he knew how everything worked and forgot to be cautious. his death is so very mumbo that you’re not that surprised, really. he was doomed from the beginning by his own mind.

and zombie mode mumbo just unleashes mumbo’s restraint. no longer has to be concerned about his life counts, his true color shows. his intial idea of life series and its pvp mechanic (tho i think in his mind it’s ‘how many ways can you kill someone’) his creative mind is insane. he’s trained to see the subtle things (being a film director and all). mumbo shines like this. he’s already more unhinged at the start of wild life, bringing back him as a zombie just unleashed hell. all those kills and mumbo got the credit, with each written text it boosted mumbo into his next target.

i think wild life will be a huge lesson to mumbo personally on his approach to survival mode. he knew he died stupidly in previous series, tried to correct it by being more careful (paranoia). but evidently he’s still a subject to his own habits. found the validation that he wasn’t bad at killing people, it’s just he’s restrained by his own mind. a hesitation, second-guessing; resulting in him fumbling his kills. now with proper focus (not having to think about the survive part), he’s truly a menace lol he knows his strength now and as how he acted first in this season, he assessed his previous performances.

which means next season life series mumbo might be a beast. or at the very least no longer the last or second last.

what a guy

[alexanderwales]

The push for "person-first language" came from the 1983 Denver principles published by the organization "People with AIDS".

We condemn attempts to label us as "victims," a term which implies defeat, and we are only occasionally "patients," a term which implies passivity, helplessness, and dependence upon the care of others. We are "People With AIDS."

This makes sense to me, and it's mostly because the formation "AIDS people" is, instinctively, ludicrous. But this is because "AIDS" isn't an adjective, and there's not a great adjective that we can use in its place, and because there's not a great general term for "people with AIDS" or other formation. Some of this is also just "if the condition is stigmatized, then any term that refers to it will grow stigma".

But then "person-first language" started to spread.

I think it's defensible to have people write "an alcoholic man" rather than "an alcoholic", and I do accept the argument that writing "an alcoholic" in some way essentializes the condition of alcoholism. I don't think that this is some massive improvement, and there are definitely some very untested Sapir-Whorf theories that we'd need to be true for this to be best practices (and the replication crisis should give even more pause than normal), but sure, "homeless people" rather than "the homeless", this is not egregious in my opinion, I can go along with it.

But what a lot of person-first language prescribes is different. It's "a person who is blind" rather than "a blind person". And this runs into the problem that in English, we put adjectives in front of nouns as a matter of course. We say "the cute black cat" rather than "the cat who is cute and black", just as a default.

So there are, naturally, a lot of arguments about this, and a lot of them are premised on shaky sociological studies and linguistic arguments about what goes on in someone's head when they say a thing.

When you say "blind person" are you putting the blindness before the person? When you say "person who is blind" are you making an awkward, ungainly sentence that sticks out and others? Which construction is more alienating? Which one is inclusive? Which more closely aligns with the fundamental reality of the adjectival trait?

And of course some people feel the urge to try to cut the Gordian knot and say "ah ha, let's ask people what they prefer", but I think in practice this doesn't really work, because different people prefer different things, and there isn't always a consensus, and also ... do we really want to have to memorize what every different group prefers, if there were consensus?

I had a section here where I listed out every major American organization and their preferences (if they had one), but it wasn't very funny or interesting, just sort of monotonous, but it would suffice to say that there's a lot of disagreement and/or mixed preferences, and if you're not talking to or about some specific person, it's a crapshoot. The National Federation for the Blind is pretty insistent on "blind people" or "the blind", with a number of articles having come out in strict opposition to person-first language. The Deaf community likewise seems to have a fair amount of opposition to person-first language, for most the same reasons.

So one-on-one, if you're talking with a friend or coworker, you let them lead the way, but if you're writing a letter to the editor, or a blog post, or talking to or with the general public, there are two standards to use and a complex morass of discussion about what's "preferred".

Personally, I loathe the language police, but as I hope I've made clear, I do like playing language detective.

[exnoiafork]

our interpretation of darkheart x reader (angryheart...) ?? if thats okay.. (/nf ofc!!)

-hexx & sovvka 🌀

angry!darkheart heart x reader

☆ TL;DR: the spiral stereo’s version of darkheart is just traumatized by Illumina and he was kicked out lol

☆ also this is the response to the other 2 people who asked for a darkheart req.

….

☆ 2/23/2020

☆ today I was exploring an.. ancient ruin of some sorts! apparently it belonged to the sfoth deity named.. darkheart. that’s from history class, i’ll admit..

☆ I’ve always been interested in the sfoth deities! like, they’re pretty majestic but, yet some of them interact with us .. mortals.

☆ oh, i’m getting ahead of myself! the ruins had a lot of weird .. drawings. specifically those like ancient-drawings that you see on caves? yeah, those!

☆ it looked.. really worn down too. I tried to imagine what it looked like before , but I think it’s beyond repair. I kinda wish to see it in its full glory! imagine that..

….

☆ 2/24/2020

☆ so.. I’ve been seeing a few weird shadows following me whenever I go outside? it only lasts for a few minutes so , definitely not stalking!

☆ but.. I’m not sure how to feel about this. yeah, it’s only when i go outside but.. someone’s definitely watching me.

☆ i just want.. actually. maybe they care for me! or whatever pronouns they go by , but.. I’ll need to keep my guard up for a while.

☆ 2/25/2020

☆ okay! um.. the shadows are starting to talk to me! they’re.. very friendly, so I can’t really complain.. but, it’s kinda creepy? maybe — .. maybe ghosts are real? orr maybe not?? actually, ghosts ARE real! there’s evidence they’ve existed for a while now!

☆ ghosts aside.. they introduced us as.. darkheart? the sword deity that was.. missing! for a while! their followers have been on their knees praying for them to come back but— I’ve figured that ruin was haunted in some way. it was… creepy.

☆ but .. dark as I like to call them.. they didn’t trust me as first, as all people do but.. they were more.. distraught.. than normal people! like, I don’t wanna offend them and all but.. i just wonder what happened to them. i can’t help but feel worried, even though I’ve met them once.

….

☆ 8/14/2024

☆ oh. Dark opened up. it’s because of.. Illumina? i thought she was lowkey just a chill guy! but.. ugh.. is that why they’re so angry? i mean.. i can’t blame them at all. considering what they told me is true.. i can see bruises all over them, and.. i .. i want to comfort them but.. i don’t know how.

☆ i don’t want to say the wrong thing. I’ve experienced it.. before… and the thought of someone experiencing something.. like that.. it makes me sick to my stomach. I— i don’t know how to feel about this! I just want to help them out however i can. just.. i need some time.

☆ 8/15/24

☆ okay. um.. i managed to get darkheart some cake! i figured they would like it, i love cake myself, but they like phish a lot. specifically the ones phished up from the crossroads river to blackrock. they said they.. live there. i dunno how, but as long as you’re comfy.

☆ i.. i know how to cook phish pretty well, so i asked for a phish from them and.. cooked it! my signature dish, i cook it all the time, and yet i don’t know what to name it.

☆ man.. that was a REAL mood switch from yesterday.. but, whatever it takes, i guess!

☆ in all honesty, darkheart liked the phish. they gobbled it up like some.. hungry cat you find at the street if you give food to them! imagine that! we also talked about a lot of things, like shadow things and all.

☆ even though they still have a bit of .. anger issues.. i still love them nonetheless!

[asoulwithadream]

Proof of why Hozier pre-read the Good Omens S2 scripts and made Unreal Unearth based on it.

The song is very obviously "Crowley", as will be explained in this analysis that was very much not fueled by overconsumption of sugary pastries. You may believe that there is one line that does recall Aziraphale more than our loveable sad demon, however I do have a theoretical explanation for that to maintain the strictly demonic narrator. This song, much like its original meaning, is about how he feels betrayed and tricked, or at least, deluded by his own hopes.

You know the distance never made a difference to me. This is the metaphorical distance between them, as angel and demon. They’re considered the opposite of each other. Good and bad. The locations of their respective headquarters, (the basement and the top of the building) is also a physical show of the distance between the two in management and creature type.

I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea The lyrics say that he “SWAM” past-tense, so this would refer to actual things Crowley has done: he did step into a whirlwind of Hellfire disguised as Aziraphale, right? And he did run into a burning bookshop for him. Metaphorically, he did swim through a lot of fire. Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen and all that we believe Crowley believes that what he thought their relationship was (“us”), in the end, was just his own imagination or fantasy of what he wanted them to be. So I thought you were like an angel to me This is one of my favourite parallels in the song, due to the changing definition of “angel” throughout the song, and how it’s used in the phrasing. Here, “angel” becomes the goodness and kindness that Crowley sees in Aziraphale; how angels are traditionally viewed by humanity. Then, he adds “to me”, alluding to their special relationship, different from the usual angel/demon relations between Heaven and Hell. He thought that Aziraphale had been, was, and would be, good and kind, to him.

Funny how true colours shine in darkness and in secrecy To not only Crowley, but most beings, the secrecy here is God’s Ineffable Plan™, and the darkness is the Metatron’s manipulative meddling. In light of fulfilling it (through the Second Coming), Aziraphale shows his true colours by siding with the angels. If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of me Crowley justifies putting Aziraphale on a pedestal that “he didn’t deserve” (because of said betrayal) because he was so blinded by love and hope, that he couldn’t realise the extent of Aziraphale’s religious trauma and character. Where a blinding light shone on you every night and either side of my sleep In the Divine Comedy, Dante is blinded by light in order to see God. Aziraphale has been systematically coerced into siding with Heaven, and this blinding light is what he sees as his destiny and responsibility to the world and to God’s Plan™. I wouldn’t doubt that Crowley would have nightmares of this, considering that he canonically does sleep. Where you were held frozen like an angel to me Here is the second parallel of the term “angel”. Angel has now become what demons see angels like: cold, callous creatures, only different from demons by look and power. Aziraphale trapped himself (or “held” himself “frozen”) in his vision of a grander future, encouraged by the Metatron, which made him become distant and cold to Crowley in the time-span of a poorly-timed confession.

It ain't the being alone (sha-la-la) Here begins a part where Crowley seems to try convince both Aziraphale and himself that some of the consequences of the divorce don't really affect him, to emphasise the LAST effect, as will be explained below. Thus, being alone is a big part of being Hell’s representative on Earth, so that wouldn’t be the biggest hurt that Crowley experiences post-divorce. It ain't the empty home, baby (sha-la-la) Though I can imagine that the bookshop without Aziraphale is not the same, he could still find some nostalgic comfort in the place. And after all, it's as cold as his own apartment now. You know I'm good on my own (sha-la-la), sha-la-la, baby Crowley repeating the fact that he's alone. He reminds Aziraphale that he really doesn't care being by himself, maybe trying to get a jab at the angel by showing that "Us" can just be Crowley if h wants to. You know, it's more the being unknown So much of the living, love, is the being unknown What I believe hurt Crowley the most about the entire situation is that he thought that they knew each other and shared an incredibly special relationship given their circumstances (even if it was just platonic, and never ventured further). However, through choosing Heaven, the entire worth of their relationship seemed to shatter into pieces, as if Crowley never truly meant anything to Aziraphale, as if they were never friends. And that hurts particularly, because to Crowley, Aziraphale was the only one to ever truly know him.

You called me "angel" for the first time, my heart leapt from me You could very clearly read this as from Aziraphale, however, it doesn’t make as much sense in the context of the song (as being predominantly Crowley coded), so I have another theory that could explain this line, that I, truthfully, like more: - Aziraphale has, through the history of their friendship, called Crowley a variation of “nice” due to different occasions (2500 BCE, 1793, 1827, 1941, 2019, and so on…) This calls back to the first usage of angel in the song, synonymous to the traditional qualities of holy beings (nice, kind, etc). Whilst Crowley does react negatively every time Aziraphale refers to him as such, imagine being seen for the first time in a positive light by someone you thought was your enemy after being condemned and judged as pure evil forever. Maybe this was what solidified Crowley’s feelings: the realisation (or, the fabrication of a delusion) that Aziraphale was different, that he was like him, that he could see through the pre-set prejudices. You smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth Even in the end, during the 15 Minutes, you can still see Aziraphale smile, and I believe that Crowley recognised that Aziraphale in the one that was ultimately "betraying him". Of course, now there's this entirely new side of the angel, but I believe that in these moments he’s realising that both the angel he knew, and the angel he’s meeting now, were both Aziraphale all along. And what's left of it, I listen to it tick, every tedious beat Crowley’s hanging on to the last memories before they vanish completely. Their dying relationship is like a heart about to fail, a clock saying goodnight, and whilst I can imagine that Crowley would want to distance himself to avoid getting hurt any further, he would be able to completely, especially because of the lines after the next one. Going unknown as any angel to me Aziraphale, by becoming Head Archangel, has ceremoniously become the authority of Heaven itself, one of the many things that Crowley hates the most. By doing so, Aziraphale is now part of the group of angels that Crowley has as the second definition of “angel”. The ones that never knew him.

Do you know, I could break beneath the weight Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? I know that even though all of this happened, Crowley still has his feelings for Aziraphale. If he didn’t the 15 Minutes wouldn’t have been so painful, especially considering the weight and length of their relationship: they’ve been through Hell (literally) and knowing someone for so long can not be erased within a day. And I think that despite Aziraphale’s actions, Crowley still loves him, and with time will come to understand him. That I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you The "ironic" line delivery is very much a testament to Crowley’s character and how he behaves, and most importantly, the betrayal which he feels. Anyways, Crowley has sacrificed both material and emotional value for Aziraphale. Not only did he give up God’s Ineffable Plan™ (not only for the angel, but he was a part of the reason), but he abandoned his position and allies in Hell and completely isolated himself to be on his and Aziraphale’s side, and helped the angel with the Gabriel crisis and its implication all throughout Season 2. And not only that, but confessing is also a pretty demanding and difficult task. Everything he’s done was for the person he imagined Aziraphale to be, only to be hurt by who Aziraphale actually is and what he’d actually do. Sacrifices thrown to the side.

It ain't the being alone (sha-la-la) It ain't the empty home, baby (sha-la-la, sha-la-la, la-la-la) You know I'm good on my own (sha-la-la), sha-la-la, baby You know, it's more the being unknown

And there are some people, love, who are better unknown Another jab at Aziraphale, trying to convey that Crowley regrets ever taking the time to know, befriend, and fall in love with the angel. He’s trying to convince the both of them that this was a waste of time, and that it was never truly worth getting to know each other, if heartbreak was the only conclusion of their relationship.

[sleepy3012]

Hello Nieghbor Fan Fic: Welcome to you new home (part 4) *Final*

Summary: Enzo Finally reunites with the ones He Loves

One Monday morning: Enzo wakes up by Leslie shaking him awake, he does this every morning. For Enzo's "safety" Leslie has watch over him 24/7 which really pisses him off.

In the middle of the day where him and Leslie spend the day at the lake he breaks the silence.

"Hey Leslie..." Enzo asks

"Whats up kid?" Asks Leslie"

"Will I EVER see my sister again?" He asks

Leslie stays quite for a moment untils he sighs and get ready to tell Enzo the unspeakuble.

Flashback to two weeks before the present- Maritza's P.O.V :

It's been one week scince my brother went missing and it hurts me..the last place he told me he was, was the park..unless he lied to me, NO! He would never lie to me only to solve a stupid mystery!

As I keep thinking I bump into Trinity and the others..

"Any luck with finding Enzo?" Asks Ivan

"No..." I say feeling a bit stressed

As the day went on I kept putting missing posters on every Corner I see. When I got home in the afternoon I open the door to my parents house until I see them.

My mom was crying non stop while my dad was trying to comfort her. Before I can even quistion what was going on Leslie and his partner pulled me out side.

They both had a sad expression on their face and they both took thier hat off until...

"Maritza Espisito..your brother is pronuced dead.." Officer Leslie said with a sad expression on his face.

I felt my heart sank...NO THIS CAN'T BE TRUE MY BROTHER ISNT DESD HIS LYING! I couldn't take it anymore I just stood there crying while Leslie tried to comfort me.

It did not work It just made me even hopeless.

The next day we had a fenural thier were a lot of people..trinity was there crying..so was ivan..and there was delroy just standing there but something about his face made me think that deep inside his was sad.

Enzo is gone..and its my fault....

End of flashback back to the present: Nobody's P.O.V :

"YOU GUYS DID WHAT!?" Enzo yelled

"Kid it was the only way to keep u safe, with us." Leslie said in defeat

Enzo felt his heart break...they lied to his parents and friends about him..He wasn't dead he was alive! All these thought made him shiver and boil up in anger.

He never thought it'd be THIS bad to just live with these people. For the rest of the day Enzo wasn't any of it, he wanted to fight but who was he? He wasnt brave like his sister.

'My sister would've escaped by now' Enzo thought

When it was night time everyone was alseep but one person and that was Enzo..he felt like escaping but he was scared. What would happen if he got caught again? Would they hurt the ones he loved? Would they hurt him?

Enzo couldn't do it anymore he got up and backed his stuff up...he looked around for his old clothes and there they were..he wasn't part of no cult! He was Enzo Espisito..and he would always be that.

He putted his clothes on and walk out his room, he tip toe'd his way to an exit and tried to open it which made alot of noise..before he could even run out he heard a voice say

" so you still haven't learned your lesson, ESPISITO?" Crow face asked

Enzo didn't hesitate to run out as fast as he could he looked back to see crow face catching up he ran and ran and this time..He wasn't going to let this thing win... NOT again.

As he ran he ran into a cunstrution building site and that when he knew he he had a chance of escaping

He ran and ran until he hid in a place that looked safe it was dirty and moldy he didn't wanted to get in because of how nasty it smelt but then he saw crow face enter the site he had no choice it was eathier THIS or THAT

He his and made sure he didn't make ant aounds or movement at that point he thought he was safe until a arm grabed him he struggled to break free but its graps was to strong.

"Enzo Enzo Enzo...you Never learn or listen? DO YOU!" Said crow face in a deep growl.

"LET ME GO YOU STUPID.BIRD.!" Enzo screamed with that

Enzo kicked Crow Face in the face which made him fall back and Enzo escaped just in time because the whole site of bricks fell on Crow Face.

Now Enzo had he his chance, he ran into the neighbor hood that he lived and banged on his parents door yelling for help, Maritza gasped in supprised to seem him at the door she opened the door and hugged him while calling for her parents.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU NOT DEAD! DONT EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" She sobed between he cries.

He parents ran to Enzo to give him a bug giant hug he had ever gotten. He felt happy and relifed. He turned to look at the woods to sed crow face standing there.

Instead of runing to catch Enzo he just disaper into the woods of Raven Brooks, Enzo's parents called the police and he told the whole story about what had happen.

Although he told the whole story he did not include Leslie in it...one part of him wanted to snich and say his name but another part of him didn't want to, and with that he kept his mouth shut about everybody but Crow Face.

Moving forward Enzo never lied to his sister about where he was going, NEVER. He felt happy again that he was once again reunited with the people he loved Most.

(Sorry 4 the short ending guys forgive me and for bad grammer if there's any😔)

[milestonekestrel]

Makes it feel all the more hopeless, to learn that everything the shape is doing is engineered. all to fuck with you. Makes it feel worse, that you had hope, for a second, that your friend was in there. Only to realize... no. they're not. its all an act, everything's an act. and you have no way to stop it, and neither do they.

The only way it ends is is you die, or if the shape dies. nothing you can do, running around, scrambling to keep the rig standing. unless you kill one of the two, yourself, or the shape, there's always going to be a Soggy version of your loved one, following you. sometimes taunting you, sometimes yelling at you, sometimes comforting you. and you had hope, for a moment, that they could break out.

but they can't. they're dead. corpses littered about the rig. Bodies in the ocean. they're dead. and they're gone.

and the only way to stop it is if you are, too.

and, I do think its harder to nail down the personalities, or "roles", of the Soggies before they die. How they go down plays a lot into it. the last things they say. death tends to show someone's true colors, it seems. Brodie went down, talking over the phone. He promised they could still get off the rig, and that it would be alright. so Soggy Brodie is a cruel bastard who smiles at Finlay's corpse and tells Caz that there is no reason to keep fighting. tells him calmly, firmly, to give the lighter back. Finlay went down the stubborn woman she is, imploring Caz, with her last words, to destroy the shape, and the rig with it. so Soggy Finlay gives him such a soft smile, and promises him that its okay. that she's stopped hurting, and he will too, if he just lets them take him home.

But I do think the general demeanor, how the person carries themselves, does factor into the decision. so yes, non-dead Soggy Brodie is more likely to be a cunt, still, because normal Brodie is rather determined, and more optimistic. and a non-dead soggy Finlay is more likely to be kind, because normal Finlay is a hard-ass. But you still get moments where Soggy Brodie will be kind and Soggy Finlay will be angry, because this can be considered a testing phase. trying to figure out the person and determine their role.

I'd say, the shape has the Soggies' roles change depending on the person's relationship. for example, and I'll bring Muir into this because <333 I like him <333, Soggy Muir, to him, would be way more angry and mean than to Innes, who hes more desperate and pleading too. Because Caz and Muir are just friends, but Innes is his partner. Finlay and Caz are friends, but not as close as her and Brodie, I'd say. so, until her real death, Soggy Finlay is more likely to be more demanding, to him, than Brodie, who she would be sweeter too. Until he tells her to fuck off, of course, and the shape gives her a "slip-up."

oh, but the shape gets everyone, in the end. so its okay. no matter how it acts, in the end, they all fell.

alright, so! I talked a little bit about Soggy Muir, here, but with Innes, he's on the gentler side. A very desperate, pleading man, it seems, who's begging Innes for help. saying that he loved him, and bringing up the promise, and all manner of things. He doesn't get very aggressive with Innes, because its easier to prey on their bond. "It hurts, Innes, will you please just help me?"

its basically like. a second infected Muir, but not sounding as angry.

and Soggy Mary, is also more comforting. very sweet, giving O'Connor loving smiles and embracing him. and eventually getting him to succumb to the shape. and become starfish stomach O'Connor. She's kind of like Suze, where she could get angry. but for the most part, there's no need. she's got O'Connor.

Of the infected, who does Caz interact with the most outside of Soggy Suze?? Seeing as Roy, Brodie and Finlay are late comers to the Soggy party, who else would be there tormenting him until the three eventually join and become soggies too?? Going from that, can The Shape, create hallucinations of Roy, Finlay and Brodie even if they’re still alive by then?? Because we know it can do something like that, seeing as Soggy Suze is here, so can it do the same thing to the trio?? I can imagine the confusion and distress Caz would be in if it can. Like, your getting tormented by your close friends, saying ungodly cruel things to you and about you, only to then run into the real person and having to act like it wasn’t their face just now saying all those things.

hm, he gets a lot of different soggy versions (Gregor, Douglas, Innes, lot of people he's watched die, really), but none are as effective or constant as Suze, until the end, of course, when he gets Roy, Brodie, and Finlay.

But, I think another notable person would be soggy Cait and Maidie. They aren't always there, not like soggy Suze, but when the shape shows him his soggy daughters for the first time, well.. he's lucky Roy is there to keep him steady. Something so terrible about it, beyond the emotional manipulation, even. its that they can even exist. that his girls can be here, looking at him with such dead eyes. that the shape can use them against him, that the shape can pluck them from his memory and use them to try and kill him.

they're just kids.. his kids.. they're his girls..

also! yeah, technically I think it could! It can make a soggy version of anyone, it just typically goes for dead or not present people because the illusion is harder to break. and the guilt is usually easier to prey on in those cases. BUT! I did have a thought that, while Roy was trying to get to the cabin, the shape is trying to trick him into giving up via making him think Caz is dead. and Caz, maybe when he's going back through accommodation to find Roy, gets pre-death soggy Roy, Finlay and/or Brodie, in another bid to trick him into thinking people are dead and hopefully make him give up.

of course, Roy actually does end up dead, when he gets there. and then Brodie's phone call. but he will see Finlay again! ...briefly.

I do like them, when they're alone, getting told off by soggy versions of still living people. Caz is getting ripped a new one by non-dead soggy Finlay and then he finds the real one and, involuntarily, flinches away from her. they all get these moments, the shape is trying to kill them, after all. single them out. get them alone and miserable enough to give up, or unlucky enough to be killed.

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