#If he has to drop another infant from a wall for them to live

[the-lazyyy-artist]

The Underworld

Monster

[itsabouttimex2]

What do you think would make Odysseus a yandere?

I think it would happen right after he drops Scamandrius from the walls of Troy.

That little baby, already so loved that he had inspired a nickname from his father, his people- “Astyanax”, detailing what he; as the firstborn son of Troy’s heir apparent, was set to become- king, ruler, overlord.

And Odysseus kills him.

Not because he wants to, but because he is, at the end of the day, just a man. A selfish man who loves himself and his soldiers and his home, but not nearly as much as he loves his son and his wife.

The only thing that breaks him from the harrowing thought that a like-minded man might be doing the same thing to his own son miles away is a broken wail cutting through somber silence.

Odysseus turns, feet heavier than his heart, hesitant to see not what, but who he already knows is behind him.

Andromache running towards him. He sees her, wrapped in loose white robes, arms held close to her chest, tears running down her face, closer and closer to him- barefoot and broken.

And realizes that she’s not coming at him, not coming for revenge or catharsis or some measure of score-settling, but instead she’s headed for the rim of the stone wall that her son was dropped from, intending to plunge the same misty heights and fade into the swallowing vale below.

She leaps in a blitz of white silk, looking so much like an angel descending that Odysseus nearly misses his chance to reach for her in a sort of awe- though her enthralling beauty pales in comparison to his Penelope, it spurs him to try and catch the grieving wife, mother, queen.

The Itchacan king reaches for her hands and snags a bundle of white instead, accidentally tearing it from her grasp and leaving her to plummet without whatever had been so dear that she would take it to the grave held against her heart.

And after the shock has worn off, after his soldiers have moved from wide-eyed gasping and into solemnly shaking their heads at the waste of good life, after Polites calls for him to please come down and come back to the ship, Odysseus takes a moment to unwrap that little bundle with a heavy heart.

Another child, even younger than the first, blissfully asleep in spite of the carnage and ruin around them.

This time, there’s no god or soothsayer or prophet to chime in his ear an order or command, leaving Odysseus on the edge of a very welcoming ledge, contemplating his decisions as the soldiers below grow anxious at the grief in their captain’s eyes.

Polites coaxes him down again, this time even more gently, so the king wraps you back up and heads for the stairs.

His second-in-command waits for him at the beach, having paid last respects to both Andromache and her beloved son, both wrapped in a tattered sail and covered in rocks to keep all but the most determined of predators away- he and his brothers-in-arms did what they could, and even now spill wine in the sand around them.

It’s not much, but they did their best. That’s all any man can do in this situation.

Eurylochus doesn’t like the haunted look in his captain’s eyes, how his fingers twitch around the bundle of cloth, how he can’t bear to look at the impromptu grave of two innocent souls.

Nobody does.

But the deed is done, the blood is spilled, and dawn breaks soon. There’s no time for questions, no time for further delays. Home is waiting.

Six hundred families are waiting for six hundred tired soldiers, hoping to welcome them with open arms and settle for boring times.

So there’s no hesitating or comprehending or deciding. The bundle doesn’t protest, and neither do his men. No one questions the impromptu addition to the crew.

A living reminder of all the children they orphaned, even if indirectly. Bringing you along is a form of penance that none confess to wanting.

Odysseus holds the infant close as he returns to the ship, wood creaking under the boots of soldiers boarding in lockstep, heavy as his conscience and heart.

…he’ll need to think of a name for you.

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

no no but monster is probably my favorite epic song because ooohhhh myyyy goooddddd it’s like the entirety of the musical so far has been building up to this

Like “is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills, is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he kill my men to avenge his friend and sleep, knowing he has done ‘em right”?? like in ‘my goodbye’, (end of cyclops saga) Odysseus is already having trouble sleeping (“what’s a title that a goddess could lend, if I’ll never sleep at night?”) LIKE OKAY JAY OKAY

“when the witch turns men to pig to protect her nymphs is she going insane? Or did she learn to get colder, when she got older, and now she spares them the pain”?? Odysseus references how long it’s been, time passing, in ‘there are other ways’ (“but it’s been twelve long years”)

“When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown, is he scared that he’s doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him, and now no one dares to piss him off?” Pretty obvious; in ‘ruthlessness’ when poseidon says “in all my years of living, it isn’t very often that I get pissed off”

“Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans because he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse to save more lives with guile?” tbh I’m not sure on this one but could be Odysseus’ internal turmoil in general ORRRR the fact that he decided to drop the baby from the walls of Troy to save his family (“save more lives with guile”)

AND THEN AND THEN [agh I love this song so much]

The “ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves… and deep down I know this well” BROTHER YOU HAVE ME ON MY KNEES

“I lost by best friend, I lost my mentor, my mom, five hundred men gone— this can’t go on!” JFC

“I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus!” ALWAYS THE SAME WAY OF SINGING THEIR NAMES OH MY GOD THIS KILLS ME

“so if we must sail through dangerous OCEANS AND BEACHES, ILL GO WHERE POSEIDON WONT REACH US, AND IF I GOTTA DROP ANOTHER INFANT FROM A WALL IN AN INSTANT SO WE ALL DONT DIE—“ dead, oh my god.

I have a lot of feelings about this and feel free to add more thoughts on this

[ultravioletqueen]

Its time to talk about my self indulgent au of hazbin hotel that includes dadam(dad adam)...

THE ANGEL AND THE INFANT AU

This story begins when, according to the words of Sera, she will send Adam on his most important mission so far, in which he will have to put an end to the spawn of the devil: the antichrist, who will make sinners ascend and the dead walk on the earth by opening the gates of hell (basically an apocalypse).

Taking advantage of the scandal of the extermination, Adam manages to infiltrate the home of the Morningstars (who at this moment were in a meeting at the embassy of heaven), where he receives orders from Sera through his mask, she gives him instructions on what he should do, guides him to the room where the dangerous threat is located.

He destroys the door of the room and is even more surprised to see where he is: a nursery room, where there are toys, colorful rainbow drawings on the walls and a crib with beautiful chandeliers with figures of goats and sheep, inside the crib A cry is heard, Adam approaches, dropping his weapon (ignoring Sera's complaints) and looks inside the crib, which actually has a baby a few months old crying inside due to the scandal that Adam made by destroying the door.

Almost unconsciously, Adam begins to comfort the little girl, speaking in a very soft voice to calm her down and even taking off his mask to not to scare the baby, who laughs when she sees her face without a mask. Adam looks at her with nostalgia and tenderness, thinking about when his own children were this small and helpless..

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears Sera's voice from the mask microphone, he quickly takes the mask and demands an explanation from Sera, She sadly explains that the baby in his arms is the antichrist, that when she grows up it would not be possible to stop her and that the best thing was to end her when she still couldn't do anything and she was harmless, Adam is outraged and refuses to continue with the mission, Sera tries to convince him with the argument of the greater good but Adam refuses to listen and thinks that there must be another way, THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY.

In the end, Sera and Adam make an agreement: they would spare Charlie's life on the condition that she be raised in heaven, where she will learn morals and be another angel, where they will prevent her destiny from being fulfilled, and in the event that she does Adam will have to kill her and then himself as a form of punishment for let that happen.

Charlie will grow up as a true angel under the wing of her father Adam, she knows her destiny since unlike Sera Adam does not want his daughter to live in a bubble, so Charlie wants to prove to heaven that she is worthy of being among the winners helping the souls of the earth by preventing them from committing sins by making a rehabilitation center in the human world.

Thats all i got for now! You all can ask me anything about the au, maybe i'll reblog this post when i have clear ideas, but for now this is all i got.

This could count as au and rewrite at the same time, either works.

@yurnu inspired me a lot to do this au, give their art and aus some love!

[m0rninglatte]

Monster from Epic and Icarus analysis because the thoughts do be real

“How did suffering become so endless?”

- Icarus thinking it should have been done by now, but it's not. It's still going

“Do I need to change?”

…

Moving on.

“I'm surrounded by the souls of those I've lost”

- Icarus talking about Aurelius, Enderian, *Centross*, Momboo, etc.

- The idea of everyone who has died is a sacrifice, and they will be brought back, but also Icarus ability to not grieve properly because of it

"What if the greatest threat we'll find across the sea, is me?

- Icarus wondering if they are failing and they are going to slip up to the point everything crashes because they made one wrong move.

“What if I'm the monster? What if i'm in the wrong”

- I like to think this line as Icarus beginning to think of each reset and all the "antagonistic" acts they've done and thinking if they are and have always been a monster because they in their own eyes can't seem to do anything to help people as they just end up hurting someone.

“What if i'm the problem that’s been hiding all along”

- Icarus in “Lady of the world” talking about how corruption has always been there, how whatever they did then was always there they just pushed it back of their mind until corruption made it the forefront of their mind.

“What if i'm the one who killed you”

- Icarus debating if it was Quixis that killed Momboo or themselves.

“What if I’ve been far too kind to foes but a monster to ourselves”

- Foes = Fable, ourselves = everyone else minus the co-workers

- Although Icarus currently wants to fix everything and stay with Fable, i like to see this as Icarus debating if they are on the right side.

The Polyphemus section is Centross, mainly the Violet Reaper

“Or does he end my men, to avenge his friend”

- S1 funeral. 

-“Avenge his friend” is a line you could annotate “friend” to be Enderian

- If you wanted to, you could almost switch into "...,to serve his goddess"

The Circe section is Enderian 

"When the witch turns men to pigs, to protect her nymphs"

- Corruption of Ominus Bane

- You could see this line in my opinion as either to protect her realm or to prove her point about Overworlders and how they are the same, for example, resorting to violent outcomes

The Poseidon section is Fable

- This section is a mix of things, I can see mixes of Fable during the war and Fable currently, and Icarus is like thinking of the similarities and differences between Fable and himself.

The Odysseus section about him during the Trojan War is Icarus and the Wack

“Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans cause he is vile”

- Icarus using the wack to kill Momboo

"Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile"

- Icarus querying if he should just throw away his regret for any actions he has done and attempt to help people through sly and cunning intelligence (literally the definition of guile)

The section after the Odysseus section is Icarus wondering if they should just become the monster to everyone else but not the co-workers and yk Fable 

“I lost my best friend, I lost my mentor, my mom, 500 men gone…”

- Best Friend is Centross.

- Mentor is a funky one because i could see it be switched into my brother, but at the same time, you could keep it as mentor and annotate it to be Quixis

- Mom is Isla -> "Like King like Prince" : Icarus finding her portrait and realising Fable hasn't told them where she is and that he can't remember her aswell as Rae

- 500 men gone = the people and gods who have died and or been husked

“I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus”

A) remove the context of the names, no wife, no son, none of that

B) This could be annotated into two different ways but i can mainly see it as Momboo and Centross and Icarus’ hope with all this they can come back

“I’ll go where Poseidon wont reach us”

- Poseidon could be annotated into Enderian, but one that I think works well is the faction, mainly Ocie.

“And if got to drop another infant from a wall in an instant so we all don't die”

- Icarus being like if i have to kill another person, fuck it, whatever it is I need to do to prove myself or help in anyway.

The end section with Odysseus choosing to become the monster I could see as Icarus state of mind of their not meant to be helping people as all they have done is hurt people, so that's what their meant to do, it's what they were ment to do from the beginning, so they will.

Thoughts and feelings go bonkers and bit of aaah and bit of RA

[eggcompany]

Hannibal is such a daddy Part 1

Doctor Hannibal Lecter is a daddy and everyone knows it. Everyone knows he is the most perfect caregiver but he has no littles of his own. But what happens when he learns Will Graham is a Little?

No one knew Will was a little. Everyone knew Hannibal was a daddy though. Everyone wanted Hannibal to be their daddy. He was brilliant, strong, handsome, and had a big house and a big nest. But no one ever saw a nursery . Or a nursing room. Or a little. 

Hannibal was known for his dinner parties. He was known to invite not only caregivers and minx (people who are neither caregivers or little) but also littles. He usually had large dinner parties where he would cook perfectly adult meals for his big guests and then in the side room that had no sharp or hard things that the small ones could get hurt on, he would serve his little meals. 

He would usually stay with the littles while everyone else ate. He would wash their faces and hands. He would help them eat and throw their trash away. He would change their diapers and put them down for naps. He would leave and serve the next course to the adults and go straight back to the littles. Usually one or two other caregivers but Hannibal never asked anyone to help. 

Everyone knew Dr. Hannibal Lecter was a daddy. But no one knew Will Graham was a little. 

No one could look around his house and know he’s a little. He had no soft colored walls or snuggly blankets or dvd collection of cartoons and Disney movies. He didn’t have a crib or sippy cups or binkies or diapers or a rocking chair. You could search his house and the only thing that might point towards him being a little is his one pair of fuzzy snuggly socks. And those were plain black. 

That was until he had met Hannibal. And Hannibal came to his house. 

“Will you have such a... are you a minx?” Hannibal said as he looked around Will’s very plain home. Will had invited Hannibal over to help on a case. 

Will just looked at Hannibal from the kitchen where he was getting them both glasses of water. Or rather cups of water since Will didn’t drink out of glass. 

“No I’m not a minx. The files on the table. There’s pictures just spread out.” Will said as he showed Hannibal to his dinner table. 

“Oh! You’re not a minx? I didn’t take you for a caregiver. Well perhaps to your dogs! They look so healthy and playful.” Hannibal said conversationally. He knew Will might just be an ace caregiver. Someone who doesn’t care for relationships but has caregiver instincts. 

“I’m not a caregiver, I just like dogs.” Will said plainly. As if he just said he had on blue socks. 

Hannibal froze. Not a minx. Not a caregiver. That meant. No it can’t be. 

“You’re a little? But you live alone and you have no. You have nothing!” Hannibal said in a fit. If Will was a little why did he not have any color of little things. Hannibal thought maybe he hid it all. 

Will sighed loudly. He knew he shouldn’t have told. Will had had a caregiver before. When he was just old enough to leave his family. She was nice and cared about his health. But she was vain and didn’t like the way he looked. She wanted to always have him waxed and when they bonded to have his body hair laser removed. He used to get in trouble for not having his everything shaved or waxed. So when she left him because he wanted his beard, he never tried to get another. 

“Yes Hannibal, I’m a little. No, I don’t have anything. I don’t really, uh,  I don’t really regress all that often. And when I do I’m not all that little.” Will tried to sound uninterested but failed. He just sounded sad. 

When he really let go he was tiny. Practically an infant. Most littles were toddler age. Dependent but not completely. Will expected Hannibal to drop it and assume, just like Jack, that he could care for himself. What he didn’t expect was- 

“Oh we’ll go ahead I’ll just be going over the case. I have a little bag in my car, would you like if I brought it for you?” Hannibal said cheerily. He just loved caring for littles. Especially if that little was Will. Hannibal already had a soft spot for the shorter man. Will looked shocked for a moment. 

“You don’t- you don’t have to put up with me right now. It’s okay you don’t need to do anything I’m just. I’m capable.” Will tried to get together a congruent thought. 

Hannibal was already walking back towards the door. He stopped and slipped off his jacket at the door. 

“Nonsense Will. I’m here, the dogs are all here, you can relax. I’ll take care of everything.” And Hannibal stepped out the door. Will stood in shock. Hannibal always acted like this. Did what he wanted. But this was different. 

No one ever did that. Just cared. Will was a capable FBI agent and teacher. He wasn’t helpless. Maybe he was. Maybe he was just helpless to Hannibal.

Will contemplated letting the doctor actually know how small he got when he regressed. It wouldn't hurt to let the doctor know… Hannibal loved littles. All littles. Will isn’t special, he’s just another little doll to feed Hannibal’s caregiving needs. 

Hannibal returned with a blue duffel bag in tow. He smiled and walked past Will to the couch. 

“Here we go! It’s just a small kind of emergency bag, but it will serve its purpose. Do you want a sippy or a blanket? Do you have wifi? I could hook up my laptop and you could watch some cartoons.” Hannibal said in a lighthearted happy way. Will just stood still and overwhelmed at the soft colorful items Hannibal pulled from the bag. Hannibal turned and saw the special agent clenching his fists and breathing quicker than he should be and came to his side. 

“Will, are you alright? Did I overwhelm you? I’m so sorry, I just got excited. I should have stayed calmer. I’m sor-” He was cut off by a low whine. 

“‘M too small for that. I’m um I’m not like most littles, Hannibal. I get too small. Now please just… just look at the damn case files.” Will said and tried to keep the tears from rolling down his face but failed miserably. Hannibal nodded and rubbed Will’s shoulder as he turned to the gorish photographs. 

Will stayed still for a few minutes before venturing a few steps closer to the white blanket that had been placed on the arm of his couch. He ran the very tips of his fingers over it, feeling the amazingly soft fabric. He looked back at Hannibal who was looking at the case files. 

Will looked at the blue sippy cup for a moment before leaning and looked down into the bag. There were diapers, pacifiers, wet wipes, and rolled up changing mats. There were snacks and water as well. He then spotted what looked like the lag of a stuffed animal. Maybe a bear or a dog. Will felt more adventurous, he was slipping, if only a bit but he was slipping just seeing the supplies. 

Will moved the pack of wet wipes over to see the stuffed animal more clearly. It was a dog. A light brown one with dark brown spots. It was made from what felt like thick flannel material and had plain black eyes and a black nose that was embroidered on. ‘This is a baby toy’ flashed through Will’s mind as he picked up the doggy. The thought was washed away by the thoughts of snuggling the small toy while he slept. Will held the dog up to his chest and petted it. He was slipping further. 

“Do you like it?” Hannibal said from the arm of the couch. Will hadn’t even noticed him in his fogged headspace. Will nodded his head and brought the toy up to his face to rub his scruffy cheek against it. Hannibal smiled and moved slowly as he dragged his bag closer to him. 

“Maybe he can sleep over here tonight. Do you want the doggy to sleep over tonight?” Hannibal said in a soft voice and looked at Will’s eyes. Will smiled and his eyes flashed up to the older man’s. Will bounced a little bit on the balls of his feet. 

“Yes pwease! I um… I wike da doggy. Hims so soft.” Will said as he rubbed the stuffed animal across his lips and nose. Will was swaying slightly. He usually didn’t walk all that much when he was little. Hannibal noticed and put his hand on Will’s upper arm. He pushed slightly, guiding the wobbly man to sit on the couch. Will happily held the toy close to his face as he plopped down onto the couch and smiled. Will chewed on his bottom lip slightly. 

“Yeah, he is soft. I saw you touching the blankie too. Do you want that too? You can have anything you want.” Hannibal said as he held the blanket and duffel bag toward the little. Will had started rubbing the toy against his lips more, almost mouthing at the dark brown ear. 

Will took a deep breath. It had been so long, too long, since he let himself relax. Since anyone had wanted to take care of him. He felt his eyes wet and just didn’t have the power to pull himself out, to make himself big. The tears started slow but after a few seconds Will was a sobbing puddle on the couch holding onto the doggy toy. 

Hannibal hurriedly sat down next to the younger man and pulled him close so the outsides of their thighs were squeezed together. Will turned and pressed his face into the expensive fabric of Hannibal’s dress shirt. Hannibal shushed and moved so Will could scoot closer to him and Hannibal could rub at the little’s back. 

“Oh Will… I know a deprived baby when I see one. Come on, let's get you all comfy. Poor baby…” Hannibal said and rocked side to side while Will started to calm a bit. When Hannibal pulled back and saw Will’s snotty tear covered face his caregiver instincts took over and his heart broke for the poor boy. 

Will pouted and sniffled and held his stuffed animal close to his chest while Hannibal reached over and grabbed the bag and blanket. Hannibal took a tissue out from a side pocket of the bag and wiped away at Will’s face. Will sat still and looked at Hannibal with big round dazed eyes. 

“You do too much Will. Too much for Jack, too much big stuff. You live in this big house with no supplies. I can’t believe it. After we have a big chat I can take you home and really take care of you.” Hannibal muttered, really more to himself than the special agent. He watched Will melt further into headspace, his shoulders relaxed, his eyes closed a bit tiredly, and he brought the doggy up to his lips again and mouth lightly at the ear. Hannibal cleaned his face with a wet wipe and dried his face with another tissue. 

“Will, baby, do you want to change? You don’t need these icky clothes on if you don’t want them. How small are you?” Hannibal asked and slipped off the couch to kneel in front of Will on the floor. Will just shifted around and looked at him with an uncomfortable look on his face. Hannibal nodded. Too small to talk. Diaper, Dummy, and  some cuddles. Thought the caregiver as he studied the boy for a moment. Will was fidgeting his toes against each other and chewing on the soft ear of the dog and drooling a bit. 

“‘lil. ‘ungry.” Will muttered, his mouth not leaving the soft fabric. Hannibal smiled. So cute! Hannibal rubbed Will’s knees and stood up. 

“Okay then Will! How about you go through that bag and you put everything you want right here.” Hannibal explained slowly and simply. He pointed and patted the cushion opposite to the duffel. Will nodded and his hands went to the duffle bag, doggy left to fall into his lap. Hannibal smiled. “I will go make you up a bottle. I can feed you while you watch some cartoons. Stay here and pick out what you want, baby.” Hannibal finished by fluffing up Will’s hair. Will made a happy little noise before shifting through the bag. 

Hannibal grabbed up a blue baby bottle, which was much larger than an actual baby’s bottle since it was made for littles, and made his way to the meager kitchen. He shook his head at the nearly empty fridge and scarce cupboards. The little had more dog food than human food. Hannibal eventually found a can of sweetened condensed milk in what looked to be an emergency cupboard. Hannibal made quick work of mixing the sweet syrupy liquid into the bottle alongside the almost expired milk he had found in the fridge. Will certainly needed the extra calories and would most likely not mind the extra sweetness. 

While Hannibal whipped up a bottle Will happily pulled all sorts of things out of the duffel bag. He smiled as he pulled out diapers and pacifiers and pulled the blankie into his lap. He dug around until he found a pair of thick fuzzy socks. Will then picked up his doggy and put it’s ear back in his mouth and wiggled his feet around some. He was small, smaller than he had been in months, years probably, but he wasn’t fully there. He was still fighting it, forcing himself to move his hands and feet and keep his motor function up. 

But the moment Hannibal came over to him flipping a bottle full of milk, he slipped. His fingers felt all gummy and loose, his tongue felt big in his mouth, and his body felt wiggly and soft. Hannibal noticed and smiled as he sat on the edge of the small couch and put the duffel bag on the floor. 

“Do you want to come sit in my lap? Want me to hold you?” Hannibal asked but Will was already struggling to wiggle over to the older man. Hannibal helped him by dragging him up to sit across his thighs and rest his back against the arm of the couch. Will smiled and thunked his head against Hannibal's solid chest. 

“Open up darling. It’s sweet, you’ll like it.” Hannibal said and Will latched onto the nipple of the bottle and sucked down the sweet milk enthusiastically. 

Hannibal smiled and felt calm. These moments always calmed him, stroked that caring need in his chest. But now was different. With Will it was always different no matter what ‘it’ was. Hannibal never felt that urge to really feel the babies though. That need to feel their heart beats, their breaths, their skin. But right now, Will in his lap getting healthy and safe off of Hannibal’s efforts, the psychiatrist felt that urge. He used the hand that wasn’t helping the baby hold onto the bottle to rub up at the artery in Will’s neck. Hannibal breathed in and out alongside Will for a moment as he counted each thump of his heart. 

When Will finished the bottle he slumped against Hannibal's chest. Which would have helped calm that urge Hannibal felt in his chest if not for the goddamned layers between them. The caregiver decided that there needed to be many less layers between them. 

“Here you sit right here for a moment. Let’s get this off of you��” Hannibal said as he slid Will off of him and to the side and slipped his flannel off once he unbuttoned it a few leaving him bare chested. Hannibal then unbuttoned his vest and undid his tie, leaving him in a plain dress shirt. Hannibal also shifted his hips up to slip his belt off. He folded up the clothes and up them on the coffee table. 

Will whined and chewed on the stuffed animal again. Hannibal smiled and hauled the baby back into his lap. Feeling his skin and seeing his chest rise and fall made Hannibal feel more satisfied with each intake. Hannibal grabbed the blanket, socks, and pacifier over to them. He pulled the fabric away from Will’s lips. 

“Here we go baby… Suck on this and I’ll put on your cozy socks. Then you can take a nice nap. I see how sleepy you are. You poor little thing, poor baby.” Hannibal mumbled as he pulled Will’s feet up and slipped the socks on and unrolled the soft blanket. 

Hannibal laid back and Will nuzzled a bit into his chest, relishing in the warmth that seeped into his bare skin. Soon Hannibal felt Will’s breathing slow and even. Soon enough Hannibal decided Will would be coming to his home more frequently. How could he not have noticed this perfect baby hiding away for so long...

Next Chapter ->

[chickennuggetofchaos]

i should probably be asleep rn but i literally CANNOT sleep so might as well ramble on the tumblor tumbling website

keep reading if you want to read my ramble ig

the underworld

the one motif at the begining the dododododoodoodoo

"WHYYY WOULD YOU LET THE CYCLOPS LIIIVE WHEN RUTHLESSNESS IS MEERCYYYYYYYYYY"

i love how they reused the line from the cut song its SJOHSuihjfhsdofdos

oH MY GOD POLITES JUMSCARE???? I PREDICTED HE WAS GONNA BE IN THE UNDERWORLD SAGA BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT

i wasn't expecting to hear odysseus' mom as well!! (apparently she's played by jays mom??? which is like AHUISGUIHOHSUS)

how odysseus' voice softened when he heard polites and his mom AUAGHAUJHJHJAH

"Bye, Mom" SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING AUHUIJHJAHJdhui I WILL NEVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVER

no longer you

mason is the perfect voice for tiresias

"But that's not a world I know" "What."

tiresias prophesizing!!! AUGHSHSGYGSJH tHE LYRICS ARE SO GOOD When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs Is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain? When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown Is he scared that he's doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him And now no one dares to piss him off? Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile

i love the piano at "I see your palace covered in red"

"I see your wife with a man who is haunting, a man with a trail of bodies" "WHO!?"

OAOUGHHH MY GOD THE WAY ODYSSEUS SCREAMS "WHO"

tiresias singing the prophecy again but more i n t e n s e

AUAGSHJHSHJSDGUSJDHLSHSDHSOHSAJSAHISLADJSLADJ

monster

odysseus talking about to polyphemus, circe, and poseiden being ruthless and comparing it to himself

Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he end my men to avenge his friend And then sleep knowing he has done him right? When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs Is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain? When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown Is he scared that he's doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him And now no one dares to piss him off? Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile

"OOHHHH RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY UPON OUURSELVES"

"And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall in an instant so we all don't die" AUAGSHUJISOJ the way he doesn't hesitate saying that. He'll do ANYTHING to get home at this point

THE ENTIRE SONG IS SO GOOD ALL THE SONGS ARE SO GAIJHLSJLSJLSJBVYSBDONYu

guys i MIGHT spontaneously combust AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

lyrics for monster from epic the musical on account of we said that was a ford song and then didn’t give any context (except for the tags but blah blah blah who cares)

in the same format as the last lyric post

how has everything been turned against us?

how did suffering become so become so endless?

how am i to reunite with my estranged?

…do i need to change?

i’m surrounded by the souls of those i’ve lost

i’m the only one whose line i haven’t crossed

what if the greatest threat we’ll find across the sea

…is me?

what if i’m the monster?

what if i’m in the wrong?

what if i’m the problem that’s been hiding all along?

what if i’m the one who killed you, every time i caved to guilt?

what if i’ve been far too kind to foes, but a monster to ourselves?

…what if i’m the monster?

is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills, is he up in the middle of the night?

or does he end my men to avenge his friend and then sleep knowing he has done him right?

when the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs, is she going insane?

or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain?

when a god comes down and makes a fleet drown, is he scared that he’s doing something wrong?

or does he keep us in check so we must respect him and now no one dares to piss him off?

does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping trojans ‘cause he is vile?

or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile?

if i became the monster and threw that guilt away

would that make us stronger? would it keep our foes at bay?

if i became the monster to everyone but us

and made sure we got home again, who would care if we’re unjust?

if i became the- (monster)

oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves (monster)

and deep down i know this well

i lost my best friend, i lost my mentor, my mom, 500 men gone, this can’t go on!

i must get to see penelope and telemachus, so if we must sail through-

dangerous oceans and beaches, i’ll go where poseidon won’t reach us

and if i gotta drop another infant from a wall in an instant so we all don’t die?

then i’ll become the monster! i will deal the blow!

and i’ll become the monster, like none they’ve ever known!

so what if i’m the monster, lurking deep below?

i must become the monster, and then we’ll make it home!

(monster) penelope…

(monster) telemachus…

(monster) oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

(monster) …i’ll become the monster

[razypie]

thoughts on a lookism AU where everyone has chips implanted into their brains and they all live in a medical facility because they’re “special” and are forced to train their bodies to make it to the top fighter list? it’s like everyone is a caged animal, and if they go rabid the chip will shut them down immediately. Charles is probs behind it haha whatcha think? would you read/write anything like this??

hii anon! that is a pretty cool concept you have for a lookism au--the conditions are different, but fighting is still there. it reminds me of the Maze Runner series for some reason lol (with its dystopia-ish vibe and old men forcefully confining children 💀) although im not sure if you want hcs or a oneshot incorporating the au, or just my thoughts on it. would i write anything like this, though? absolutely! in fact, im dropping some of my hcs now 😭😭

What lies outside the Ivory Walls: Lookism AU headcanons

Note: Daniel's POV in most of these.

Sang-a Private Hospital is a medical facility built under the HNH Group to-- you know what? Charles Choi, at this point, could just do whatever he wants without due process as if he's above the law. 🙄

Sooo how would our Lookism characters "get trapped" in the facility? You see, Charles is a shameless mf. He'd do anything to get ahead of others, even at the expense of innocent people. So, he briefed the SPH employees as to what the real function of the facility is--to gather sickly infants (officially declare them dead to not arouse suspicion) and bring them to the secluded basement below the facility, each of them having a separate room.

Then, these kids will be raised and conditioned into thinking they are "special", a fighter, and in need to be subjected into intense training and experiments to obtain results to be reported to Charles Choi for his who-knows-what schemes.

However, little did these SPH workers know that some of these kids really are special and have innate fighting ability (yeah, it's our Gen 2 babies!)

Around ages 17-18, the fruits of their labor will be put to test. Each of their watchers implant chips into their napes to monitor their health--physical, mental, intelligence, and psychological (these are the criteria of making it into the Top Fighters list).

Each fighter gets assigned to another, and they enter a quadrilateral arena caged with wire mesh. They fight until one of them yields, or one of them remains standing to qualify for the next round. This goes on until one victor remains. The chip installed to each fighter transmits points for all of their fights as well as their health status in accordance with the given criteria. Rankings get released afterward, divided into parts: Top Fighters, Average, and Questionable Ones.

The ones in the last category are given 3 more tries to make it into the Average cut. Failure to do so (that or if they go beyond what they were tasked to do) will activate the self-destruct function of the chip... ⚰️⚰️⚰️

This wouldn't be a problem for Big Daniel, of course, since he possesses the copy ability. He always tops the Top Fighters list. Following him are Zack, Vasco, Jay, Vin, Logan, Johan, Jake, Hudson, Samuel, Eli, Warren, Jihan, etc.

This feat, however, isolated Daniel from the group; but he didn't mind. At least he could still sleep at night.

Not until he started having weird dreams of odd places that don't resemble the pearl walls he's seen his whole life, objects he hasn't seen before, and strange human expressions he never thought people could pull, and sensations he is unfamiliar to. But, despite all these things being foreign to him, he found comfort and familiarity in them.

(Big) Daniel wasn't aware that he's been switching between two bodies (Little Daniel) at that point. Although, the dreams of that world became more vivid and coherent that he couldn't brush it off as a dream anymore.

He raised his questions to his watcher, who flinched at them but didn't answer. It didn't stop Daniel, though. He kept on asking, which prompted his watcher to take action (aka violence).

Other Top Fighters saw this and went to Daniel's aid.

That's where their camaraderie formed. And to Daniel's luck, they were also suspicious of the workings inside the basement, which saves him time explaining. Most of them offered a hand in helping Daniel seek the answers he's looking for. Some were skeptical at first but joined afterward (Jake, Samuel, Vin, Jihan, and Hudson), and Logan didn't give a shit at all. 💀

Being a strategic thinker, Daniel had devised a foolproof plan to move out of the basement undiscovered. But he needed the floor layout plan first, and to locate an escape point.

This was no problem to Jay and Johan who could work discreetly; they were able to steal the complete layout of the area as well as its ventilation map.

Vasco, with his spatial ability, was able to comprehend the maps quick and volunteered to scour the entire floor to locate the best escape point. Zack, Eli, and Warren, went with him in order to remain inconspicuous from the watchers.

While the others were busy, Jake, Samuel, Vin, Hudson, and Jihan would go 'patrolling' (eavesdropping) on watchers to gather information that might be helpful for their escape.

Everything was going swiftly. They were also able to maintain their Top Fighter status in all matches so that was no issue. All they had to do now was to follow Daniel's plan to escape.

But then, security became more strict and more watchers were assigned to each fighter. They're pulling the big guns now (as in with capital G kind of Gun, along with the other Gen 1.5 fighters and Gen 1 kings)

Daniel didn't understand. Why out of nowhere? Right after him and the others have already planned their escape? Should they still push through this? Right now, there is at least a watcher in every single corner of the basement already. Do they have to fight the watchers on their pursuit even though it's not part of the plan? But they've worked so hard to get to this point.

"The timing is so suspicious." Daniel murmured.

"I'm sure the chip only detects our health status, though. We were also under the radar the entire time and kept the plan to ourselves."

His eyes widened. "...unless, there's a mole."

aaand that's all my word vomit can offer. my brain just stopped there. 💀💀 i didn't delve much into their survival in that kind of environment, but rather, how to escape from it. jeez, i watch too much attack on titan 🫣🫣

[skylarmoon71]

Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 24

It’s strange.

You pictured Harry’s face, so when you see the wall of images playing in front of you like a movie, you stare. It’s live miniature screens right there, just for you. 

The flashes of Harry’s past are astonishing. 

You gaze at the image of him holding an infant, a bottle in hand. 

“Come on, you have to drink.” 

The crying of the child caused his face to fall. You press your hand to the glass, because behind that sadness, a single tear drops from his cheek, right onto the baby’s face. 

You can see from his expression that he’s exhausted, but he’s still so gentle. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect them, protect you (Y/N).” 

The insistent fusing of the infant seems to stop, and when those small eyes look up at him, you can see the smile begin to work on his lips. 

“I promise I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”

This time when he offers the bottle, she takes it happily, drinking. 

Harry simply smiles. 

“I’ll protect you forever.” 

All of those memories rush right by. One particular image has you reaching out. You step through the mirrored wall in front of you, and your body appears to phase right through. 

Your head turns, because you’re standing in the middle of a carnival. Your intention is to look for Harry, but the sound of a crying child distracts you. Turning your head, you move towards the girl that’s standing off to the side, sobbing as she desperately tries to wipe her tears away. 

You kneel.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did you lose your parents?” 

The young girl looks up and you’re stunned at the reflection of yourself as a toddler. 

“H-He told me to stay there but I didn’t listen. I-I can’t find my brother.” She breaks out in another fit of tears and you do your best to calm her down. It’s strange, seeing yourself like this. 

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m going to help you find Harry.” 

Her eyes widened, hope now clear. 

“You know my brother?” 

“Yes, come on, let’s go and look for help.”

She reaches out, but pauses. 

“What’s wrong?”

“He says that I shouldn’t talk to strangers.” 

You can’t hide the smile. 

“Well then we should become acquainted. My name is (Y/N).”

Her eyes light up. 

“That’s my name!” 

Despite the tears that are still present, she’s smiling brightly. 

“That’s awesome, when we find your brother we should tell him.” She nods eagerly, grabbing your hand. You laugh as she begins pulling you in a random direction. 

“I think we’re going in the wrong direction.” You offer with a giggle. She stops, looking around the sea of bodies the best she can given her height. 

You search the area, spotting the tent. 

“It’s this way.” 

She tightens her hold as you head for the tent. It takes a while to get to the other side. When you do, you spot a familiar head of dark hair. It takes her a moment to spot Harry, but the moment she does, she’s ecstatic. 

“HARRY!!” 

Her call draws her in, and he sprints in her direction. She releases your hand immediately, running frantically. The second she’s within reach, he picks her up, hugging her. 

“I-I’m sorry Harry.” 

She’s crying again and he shakes his head. 

“It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re safe. Please don’t wander off like that again. I almost had a heart attack.”

She nods, small hands gripping into his shirt. 

“I promise.” 

You walk over, and the officer at the tent smiles at the little reunion. 

Harry notices you, smiling appreciatively. 

“Thank you for helping her back. I owe you.”

You wave your hand.

“It wasn’t a problem. She’s a sweet kid. You’ve raised her well. She told me you said never talk to strangers.” 

Harry laughs. 

“That’s right! (Y/N) isn’t a stranger, Harry.”

“(Y/N)?” 

He asks, confused.

She nods, pointing at you. 

“My name is (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you Harry.” 

He’s obviously surprised that you share the same name. His eyes finally focus on you, and he takes a step forward. 

“(Y/N)...” 

You smile, because he must have noticed the resemblance you share with your mother. 

“You’re going to be a great big brother Harry. “ 

He still looks on in awe. 

The light that appears behind you makes you turn. It feels as though it’s calling to you. 

That must be it. 

“I need to go.” 

“Where are you going?” 

You smile at the younger version of yourself, peering so curiously. 

“I’m going home.” 

She smiles, and you return it as you walk away with a small wave. 

The moment you’re standing before the calming light, you close your eyes, and try to envision it. 

Your home.

All those years, all the times that you felt out of place but Harry had managed to easily put those fears at ease. 

The light that encompasses your body makes you smile and without a second thought, you step forward.

You expect your feet to touch solid ground, but it’s possible there was a miscalculation. 

“AHHHH!!” 

Your body drops out of thin air and you groan at the hard floors. 

“Damn powers.” 

This is definitely going to take some getting used to. 

“(Y/N)..” 

It takes a moment to realize that you’re not alone. 

Clark, Harry, Jonathan and Martha. They all looked shocked, then relieved. You straighten slightly. Although you hoped you’d finally got it down, you could have just as easily ended up a few years off. But you’re here. 

Back.

You barely get a word out, because Harry rushes over and pulls your right into his arms. You’re a bit stiff at first, but your hands slowly lower and you smile. 

“I missed you too meanie.” 

You bury your face into his chest and Harry laughs, holding on tighter. 

~~~

“So it’s only been two days?” 

Clark nodded. 

“We weren’t sure when or where you would come back. I was a little worried about Dr. Wells being on his own so I sort of forced him to come over for dinner.” 

Harry looks away and you giggle. 

“He’s like that. You’ll get used to the whole brooding act.” You explain, patting Harry’s arm. 

Jonathan and Martha are still trying to grasp all they’ve been told. 

“So you’re saying that you came from another point in time?” Jonathan asks. 

“Yes, specifically I came from the past. I saw them. My mom and dad.” Harry turns. 

“Y-You saw Gail and Matt?” 

You take his hand, smiling. 

“I saw them and I saw you. All the memories. From the point that you adopted me, straight to the present. Harry, I knew you sacrificed a lot. Taking me in, raising me. I’ve been saying it a lot recently but I really am grateful for all you’ve done for me. You’ve never asked for anything but my happiness and I need you to know just how grateful I am. I love you Harry.” 

It’s not often that Harry gets emotional. He never truly had family to speak of and the ones he gained he lost far to earlier. Then he took on the mantle of a parent to repay a debt he felt obligated to fill. 

Looking at you, all grown up, he realizes that he wouldn’t change a thing in his life. 

Not loving your parents or loving you. 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” 

You are the one he treasures most in the world and he’s grateful. 

“When Clark and I get married I’ll definitely name my kid after you.” 

His face immediately changes and Clark stammers. 

“M-Married!” 

“Yep, you know all my secrets, besides think about how awesomely strong our kids would be.” 

Jonathan laughs because Harry’s glare is now fixed on Clark. 

“I guess we won’t have to harass you both for grandkids then.” 

“Dad!!” 

“Don’t worry Mr. Kent, we’ll have three kids, that way you all get a chance to name at least one.” 

“(Y/N)!!!!” 

It’s clear that he has a lot to prepare for in the future.

[j-morgan-fly]

(Show)Daenerys and Odysseus

[ODYSSEUS] How has everything been turned against us? How did suffering become so endless? How am I to reunite with my estranged? Do I need to change?

(This makes me think of Daenerys after arriving in Westeros, and more specifically the cold welcome she receives in Winterfell)

I'm surrounded by the souls of those I've lost I'm the only whose line I haven't crossed What if the greatest threat we'll find across the sea Is me? (Losing Jorah, Missandei and Viserion being used against her)

What if I'm the monster? What if I'm in the wrong? What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along? What if I'm the one who killed you Every time I caved to guilt? What if I've been far too kind to foes But a monster to ourselves? What if I'm the monster

(Again, Viserion being used by the Night King, the death of the Dothraki on the frontlines. Jorah dying protecting her.)

Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he end my men to avenge his friend And then sleep knowing he has done him right?

When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs Is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain? When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown Is he scared that he's doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him And now no one dares to piss him off? Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile

(Sansa could be Cerce in this case, doing what she has to protect her family and people from the threat that Daenerys presents. The Trojan Horse. Now this made me think of Daenerys burning down Kings Landing. But this is where things are different between her and Odyseus in this narrative. Daenerys did what she did out of rage, not tactic, not to spare more lives than they take.)

If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay? If I became the monster to everyone but us And made sure we got home again Who would care if we're unjust If I became the

[SOLDIERS] Monster

[ODYSSEUS] Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves (We once more can think about Daenerys burning her enemies in battle, the burning of Kings Landing. But my point in this break down is to delve into the difference in what motivates these characters. Daenerys actions can be seen as similiar, but are her motives?)

[SOLDIERS] Monster

[ODYSSEUS] And deep down I know this well I lost my best friend I lost my mentor, my mom 500 men gone, this can't go on I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus So if we must sail through dangerous oceans and beaches I'll go where Poseidon won't reach us And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall In an instant so we all don't die (She's lost Missandei, Jorah, Tyrion, Jon her Dothraki. She had to take the Iron Throne, it's all she has left. And she would burn the world to the ground to get it.)

[ODYSSEUS, ALL] Then I'll become the Monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the Monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the Monster Lurking deep below I must become the Monster And then we'll make it home

[SOLDIERS] Monster (She burns kings landing, she defeats the last enemy in her way, she finally makes it home, but in doing so she becomes what she said she wouldn't be. Queen of the ashes. Was it really worth it, alone, one dragon, no friends, just a throne and a city of bones and ash to make her kingdom on?)

[madameducyberversailles]

I saw that @ave661 posted this GEM and now I have to write. (I'm the biggest whore for any man who has a shred of fatherly qualities. I see a big mean dangerous man hold a baby tenderly and I lose all morality, someone leash my ass).

I'll be using mostly the comic lore that I gleaned from other people's posts, let me know if I got something wrong.

Reincarnate: Ghost X Reader

Warnings: Reader's AFAB, mentions of pregnancy, graphic death, drugs, violence/abuse, sexual themes, religious talk, burial, s. assault, child death

Reincarnate: CoD MWII: Ghost X Reader

Ghosts are the remnants of human souls who wander. They're broken souls, incomplete, cursed to never find Heaven in an afterlife limbo.

Wretches upon a wretched Earth.

Simon Riley was the most ghoulish thing with a beating heart he knew. He was abused in his childhood, forced to witness and endure terrible things at the hands of his father who should have been his protector. Went into the army, participated in killing for the state and crown, the colonizing lot of them. Witnessed the slow demise of his brother to drugs, even when he recovered enough and still life took a horrific downturn. Was betrayed in the army, left to die as he was tortured til he had nothing barely anything to live for.

His body taken against his will, separating him from himself in the most horrific way he would never wish even on the worst of men.

Simon bore witness to the aftermath of his torturer's brainwashing of his comrades, the horrific stains of blood and flesh spattered across the walls of what he thought of as home, a place where he could house his family and keep them safe and happy while he bloodied his hands as a dutiful son and citizen. Even his infant nephew unspared.

Maybe he died when he faked his death and switched the dog tags, killing his identity, killing Simon. After all, people live on in one another, that is how continuity works.

Not to mention he was buried alive. Maybe that was when he had died.

Either way, Simon Riley was dead. Gone. Buried in memory. Loving memory? Who even knew anymore.

All that was left was Ghost. A wanderer, flesh with no soul, no purpose. A killing machine who once in a while of fleeting human longing and emotion, made a friend or two, learned to be human again like some stupid children's movie about a ghost learning to love the living world. Who was he, Jack Skellington or something?!

But he did hear it from his mother, bless Mrs. Riley, that patience was a virtue. In her saintly way of speaking, she always told her sons that Heaven will smile on a wretch due to the compassion of a merciful god. As if such a thing existed.

It was during one of the fleeting moments of human longing and interaction that this wandering, lingering, hollow spectre met you.

You helped him once on a mission, brought in by unfortunate circumstance when you'd gotten caught in the crossfire of a random attack that was being pursued and investigated by Task Force 141, and for some reason you'd taken it upon yourself to invite him over for a drink to thank him. He thought it was a pub like he usually frequented, but to his annoyance surprise, you treated him to coffee instead. Some sweet drink that he had never had before and caused him to recoil slightly, but it was the first drop of genuine kindness he'd seen in a while afforded simply to him, and he couldn't help, as a lonely soul experiencing humanity once again, to bask in the soft pleasure of good company and a drink.

But the first drop is the sign of a storm, and soon enough Ghost was unravelling in a hurricane.

You'd kept in touch after the mission, and to his surprise he found out you lived not too far from Manchester, just about an hour away using the Tube and a lesser distance by car, and he had, in his own madness, he asked you to hold onto the keys of his apartment and ensure that his landlord didn't rent out his flat behind his back (the miserly terror), and to help him pay his rent on time while he was away on missions. He gave you his number to contact on emergencies, which you only used once when there was a fire in the building a floor below. You sent him texts if they weren't urgent, which he asked you to do, to update him about the rent and let him know of things going on.

This arrangement lasted a while, eventually you came to live in it, going from roommates to acquaintances, to something akin to friendship, to something...deeper.

He couldn't believe he was capable of it, but every time you spoke, every time you turned to smile at him, every time the sun kissed your skin or the wind played with your hair, or a butterfly landed in your nose in the summer; every snowflake on your tongue that he'd just stare at you for before you stuck your tongue out at him, every constellation you'd tell him some shite story about, every melodic laugh you gave; it tore up the grass and roots of the hundreds of weeds he'd put on the grave of Simon Riley in his heart.

You didn't just dig him out; You clawed that grave inside his mind open and poured your light into him and the man, Simon Riley rose from the dead with his heart beating once again, feeling solid and for once, for once in his life, he had hope.

It would only be dashed once, when he left for a mission and barely made it out alive. Ghost refused to back down from a fight; and Simon, fresh out of the grave, refused to go.

He returned to you, injured in his flat, and during his recovery on leave, he asked you what he'd been too afraid to ask before, what the Grim Reaper gave him the gall to do.

Simon Ghost Riley asked you to marry him.

That was the best thing that ever happened to him.

Until a few weeks ago.

Married life was...interesting, but all in all he couldn't have been happier, and he and you communicated so well since that cohabitating arrangement.

But one deployment you called his emergency number right after a mission, and he picked up to hear you tearfully whimper in a tone that frightened him with your health, when the actuality was so much bigger. You were pregnant.

You were having a baby. His baby.

He had frozen, which he still cringes at, as your voice was fearfully asking for him to say anything, to just let you know what to do with this new potential for a living being that would be the product of your love to come into this world.

Simon Riley had never considered it.

A child? A human being that relied upon him to survive, that he would have to rear and parent and protect and instill values and morals in, a human being who would need his care, his heart walking outside his body-

He still could remember how hesitant he'd been to consummate the marriage. How he'd never felt that pleasure until he was with you, the union being the most wonderful experience he'd ever had, the visceral feeling of absolute bliss of being in your arms, of belonging somewhere, of unhurried euphoria and being so goddamn safe-

When Captain Price knocked on his door after a moment, looking for him, he snapped out of it, answering the phone. He should have known it would come to this. It was only natural, but he still couldn't believe it.

Simon assured you it was your decision on what to do, and he'd support you, his precious, most beloved wife who made his heart weep with the joy of your existence, and that he'd talk to you more in depth when the mission was over, but for now, he was happy to just hear from you and assure you all was well.

After he hung up the phone, he sighed. He lied; he had no clue what to do!

He didn't know the first thing about being a father. He never thought in his life it could ever be in the cards for him; a child? Like normal people who aren't in the limbo between life and death (even if other soldiers already had wives and children upon coming joining the army), like he was worthy of having the responsibility of not just the safety of entire nations on his shoulders but the safety of his own child?! Most terrifying of all, however, he didn't want to be anything like his own father sperm donor.

Price, who had overheard, was quick to the rescue and stamp the self-doubt out. He coached Simon and gave him the hardest pep-talk the man ever had from the Captain who he'd come to see as a surrogate father, who brought him out of the gloom of his own self-doubts and reassured him all would be well.

The support was exactly what he needed to bring himself up to the challenge. And you, angelic, saintly, divine you, were one of the biggest supports he had in his endeavor to become the best father since Jim Henson, the creator of the Muppets (ironically enough it was a particular insult the 141 used almost exclusively).

The pregnancy was arduous and Simon bore witness to the process of growing a child inside your body, of the process of morning sickness, post-partum, aches and cramps and oh Lord the hormones he could barely keep up with, but the miracle of you and the child you created made it all so beautiful. (He would never admit out loud to anyone but you that he teared up at the feeling of the baby kick against his hand.)

He refused to go on deployment until you convinced him it was okay to go. During your pregnancy he talked about what you needed from him and how he could best support you, and he was, without a doubt, the most perfect man to ever have a child with, or so you said, though he would take any praise you gave him.

Simon help your hand the entire time during labour, encouraging you softly, his heart about to jump out of his ribcage when he heard your pained screams far worse than those who died in the battlefield. He couldn't help but feel scared once again, what if something happened to the baby, what if you needed a C-section, what if there are complications oh God what if something happened to you he could never live with himself if anything happened to either of you-

His thoughts were silenced by a piercing wail, squealing with new life: a tiny infant, covered in blood and something else, mouth agape in confusion and unfamiliarity and-

The baby had his eyes. Your hair. His brows and the sweet slope of your nose. Rosy cheeks of life, tiny lips crying out for parents and he was the parent he was a father he was a father now-

Simon could feel his heart stop as the baby was passed from you to him. He cupped his arms around the small bundle of pink fabric and rosy, wrinkled skin. You smiled, tired and glowing like a goddess. Your hand overtop his own as he looks at his child.

Her eyes open; her mouth parts in a smile as she snuggles into her father's sternum, listening for his heartbeat.

Simon Riley wept for the joy of his daughter.

And that was just a few weeks ago.

He wouldn't even let you hold your daughter. You had to practically pry him away from her, laughing softly as he kept doting and staring and cooing at the sweet girl dressed in the little skull onesie that Gaz and Soap had bought as a baby shower gift. Your daughter didn't help those matters, as she seemed to be attached to your husband's neck, wanting to be near the man who had the very interesting drawings on his skin, whose chest she usually slept on after feeding from you, whose large hand always burped her as an excuse to just hold her for another moment before she had to go to her crib but oh well she fell asleep on his chest again.

Ghosts are wanderers, stuck in limbo, without purpose. But being in limbo means many possibilities, the capacity for change.

There was no Ghost in these walls, it only lingered in the back of the mind of the soldier who fought to make the world a safer place for other children, including his own, who he carried in a locket he would take to deployment in a few months, along with the tattoo of a butterfly, because his daughter loved to watch them on TV.

You watched your husband kiss his daughter's head after putting the little pink socks on her feet, marveling as she babbled. His smile brighter than the sun as he indulged her little speaking game.

Instead, Simon Riley was reborn.

dad!Ghost

[angel-the-god]

DSMP CHARACTER SHIT

so. one of my recent posts was abt the song monster. and i said that the verses reminded me of dsmp characters. so i'm putting the verses all together and showing you what i mean.

Verse One: The Cyclops(Techno) Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he end my men to avenge his friend And then sleep knowing he has done him right?

Verse Two: The Witch(Niki) When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older And now she saves them the pain?

Verse Three: The God(Dream) When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown Is he scared that he's doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him And now no one dares to piss him off?

Verse Four: The Soldier(Wilbur) Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans 'cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile? Verse Five: The Monster(Tommy) If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay? If I became the monster to everyone but us And made sure we got home again Who would care if we're unjust? If I became the Monster Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves Monster And deep down I know this well I lost my best friend(Tubbo) I lost my mentor(Wilbur), my mom(Kristen) Five hundred men gone(the l'manbulgarian soldiers), this can't go on I must get to see Penelope(Tubbo) and Telemachus(Ranboo_ So if we must sail through dangerous oceans and beaches I'll go where Poseidon(Dream) won't reach us And if I gotta drop another infant(bombs) from a wall In an instant so we all don't die Then I'll become the Monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the Monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the Monster Lurking deep below? I must become the Monster And then we'll make it home Monster Penelope(Tubbo) Monster Telemachus(Ranboo) Monster Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves Monster I'll become the monster

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

HAGAZUSSA: A HEATHEN’S CURSE (2017)

“Hagazussa” is “Old High German” for “witch.”  Is this movie the Germanic world’s answer to “The Witch” (2015)?  No, it is not. I admit that's not a fair comparison, since I think "The Witch" is one of the best horror movies ever made.

Part One of "Hagazussa" is “SHADOWS.”  A young girl lives with her mother in the 15th century Alps.  They arrive home, and some dudes in outfits and horned masks harass them and call the woman a witch.  The next morning the girl wakes up, and there is blood on her sheets, because she’s started her period.  Also, mother catches the plague.  She gets worse and eventually calls the girl, named Albrun, into bed with her.  Mom sniffs her a bit and then…sexually assaults her.  She smears menstrual blood around and Albrun freaks out and flees the bed.  Mom roars a bit and runs out into the winter night.  The next morning Albrun finds her, dead, with some snakes.

Part Two is “HORN.”  Albrun is now a mature woman.  She has an infant daughter of her own.  She has some goats and takes goat milk down to the village, but some no-good teenagers harass her.  Luckily, a nice woman intervenes.  Albrun is summoned to see the local priest, and he seems to blame her for the “sacrileges” of the local villagers.  He gives Albrun her mother’s skull, which is painted rather nicely with flowers around the brow.  Albrun takes it home and sets it in the corner.  The nice woman from the village, Swinda, comes to visit, and Albrun seems happy to have a friend, ‘cuz she’s otherwise touching the goats…in an inappropriate manner.  However, Swinda sees the skull in the corner and quickly leaves.  Later, Albrun and Swinda sit in a field and look at the pretty mountains.  Swinda basically says, “we’re lucky that we don’t have any Jews or heathens here.”  Ok.  They go for a walk and meet a guy and they all sit together in another field.  Swinda rolls over and takes Albrun around the shoulders and says to Albrun, “it’s disgusting how you all stink, your rotten stench,” and then Swinda helps hold Albrun down as the man rapes her.  Later, Albrun rushes home.  Her child is fine, but all of her goats are gone, save for one that has been killed and mutilated.  Albrun desires revenge, so she takes a dead rat and throws into the spring where the villagers get their water, and she pisses on it, as well!

Part Three is “BLOOD.”  Albrun is walking around with her baby and sees lots of dead bodies being carted away from the village and burned.  I guess her biological warfare worked!  Albrun wanders into the forest and eats a mushroom.  She seems to be tripping out, because she’s looking at everything and touching everything in a trippy manner.  She eventually wanders into a swamp, and she drops her baby into the swamp and then doesn’t pick her back up.  The mushroom trip eventually ends and she crawls out of the swamp.

Part Four is “FIRE.”  Albrun goes back to her cottage and falls asleep, and snakes slither all over her!  She hears her mother’s voice and wakes up.  Albrun sees her dead child and throws it into the boiling soup!  She then eats the boiled dead baby!  Albrun vomits, and then her mushroom-induced trip hits again.  The walls flash green and she sees her mother in the corner!  Albrun runs out of the cabin and makes her way to the top of a mountain.  It’s a beautiful sight, but her eyes are clouded over.  She lays down, and as the sun rises she bursts into flame!

So, I’m a fan of “slow burn” movies like “The Witch” (2015) and “The Blackcoat’s Daughter” (2015), both of which are great movies, but this one, I think, burns a little too slowly.  A lot of scenes linger a bit too long, but there are also many that hit successfully.  In Part Two, Albrun is walking home through the forest, but she hears someone following her.  She pauses to stare at a clump of darkened trees, and maybe you see something as we focus on those trees and the entire scene turns black.  Also, anything with the painted skull.  The entire film is filled with beautiful images surrounding, not a witch, but a sad and lonely woman. She wanted a friend, but instead she got high and ate her baby.

[warishaaa]

This song is like the broken hoarding in a storm, falling adrift which almost hits you but you are saved by the unsynchronised steps you take while rubbing your eyes off the dust that found a home in them, much like everyday misery shelters in you and pain resides in the alveoli of your lungs, watering those pearly eyes like a desperate gardener saving his last plant from drought.

You open your eyes just to find yourself saved from the disaster lying beside you like an innocent infant sleeping under the covers layered by his mother before leaving him enclosed in four walls to fetch for himself and jumps into the only well leaving a parasitic hope for him to fetch her out someday and with that hope he lives the rest of his life.

The first few droplets hit your nose and you know you have got to sprint to save yourself from getting drenched as today the water is governed by winds that know it all yet in those seconds those few drops feel like a lifetime of burns being treated for the first time and you would gladly die to stay a little longer.What would dry clothes do when the heart has drowned in the monsoon that flooded your street the first time you learned to stay quiet when it hurt as love was a sin you already committed.You chose to die a little naming your blisters after flowers.

This song is a poetic brilliance, and my love for it is endless. It's painful and beautiful. Like everytime love is left helpless on signals that are stuck at red, it starts writing songs for the hope of it to turn green and the eternal wait begins. It has hopelessness of an eternal directionless love which stops looking for a map realising in this lifetime it's just a storm that attacks you with hoardings and dust that saves you. In the entirety of it this love only increases and floods your city and engulfs damaged bridges and you happily drown for the hope of it in another life.

[nexus-hates-the-celestial-family]

@dont-hug-me-im-hyperfixating I feel like "Monster" from Epic the Musical would also fit Nexus. Here are the lyrics:

How has everything been turned against us? How did suffering become so endless? How am I to reunite with my estranged? Do I need to change?

I'm surrounded by the souls of those I've lost I'm the only whose line I haven't crossed What if the greatest threat we'll find across the sea Is me?

What if I'm the monster? What if I'm in the wrong? What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along? What if I'm the one who killed you every time I caved to guilt? What if I've been far too kind to foes, but a monster to ourselves? What if I'm the monster?

Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he end my men to avenge his friend And then sleep knowing he has done him right?

When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs, is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain? When a God comes down and makes a fleet drown Is he scared that he's doing something wrong Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him And now no one dares to piss him off? Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans 'cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile

If I became the monster and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay? If I became the monster to everyone but us And made sure we got home again, who would care if we're unjust? If I became the (monster)

Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves (monster) And deep down I know this well I lost my best friend, I lost my mentor, my mom Five-hundred men gone, this can't go on I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus

So if we must sail through dangerous oceans and beaches I'll go where Poseidon won't reach us And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall In an instant so we all don't die

Then I'll become the monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the monster lurking deep below? I must become the monster, and then we'll make it home

(Monster) Penelope (Monster) Telemachus (Monster) Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves (Monster) I'll become the monster

Do y'all agree 👀

By the way, this is out of character.

No Longer You from Epic the Musical (by Jorge Rivera-Herrans) but its Nexus

Like singing to him before/around Solar's death. Before he went insane.

It fits really nicely