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RAHHHh ok comics done I can post this now!!! He is having the worst possible time
#fop nature au#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#dale dimmadome#art#digital art#fanart#body horror#weredeer#idk why I made myself wait until the comic was done like I didnt show the deer stuff#Ough but Im too impatient to wait any longer#current idea is that transformations are based on mental state#antlers for general stress#more animalistic when hes miserable or angry#Generally just making whatever spiral he's already in way worse#I like to think he starts getting more mentally feral when hes mad but he notices it happening and gets so scared he stops being angry#Like the idea of losing his mind makes him genuinely terrified#he exchanges one spiral for another ♥#I had some doodles that didnt fit where he had particularly overgrown antlers#have you ever seen those pictures of deer with overgrown antlers they look diseased and I wanted to capture that#they are heavy painful and most importantly very unnatural#unfortunately drawing overgrown antlers is very difficult for me and didnt look nearly as nasty as I wanted#its one of those things you can immediately pin as wrong in real life but is harder to get across in a cartoony style
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Like A Baby
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Ghost sleeps like he’s in a coffin
On his back, straight as a board, arms crossed over his chest, the whole nine yards
When Soap and Gaz see him do it for the first time in the field, they think it’s a joke, that he’s leaned into the whole Ghost thing a little too hard. They think it’s funny, albeit slightly disconcerting
But over the course of several missions, they realize that Simon genuinely has no idea that he does it. He goes to sleep laying down like anyone else, in whatever position is most comfortable in the middle of an op, but as soon as he slips unconscious, his body naturally arranges itself into the most macabre position possible
They want to tell him about it so badly, but Price convinces them not to. He doesn’t tell them why, he just says that it would be a bad idea, and they trust him enough not to push it
Until Soap lets it slip one night while they’re at a bar, makes a stupid joke about Ghost “sleeping like the dead” that Gaz laughs a little too hard at and they only realize their mistake when Ghost’s eyebrows knit in confusion. So they fess up, reluctantly, and tell him that he sleeps like a corpse. Arms crossed and everything. He refuses to believe it at first, because denial has always worked for him in the past, and he wouldn’t put it past the sergeants to pull his chain like this, especially since they don’t know. But then Soap says he’ll snap a picture the next time he sees it and Ghost starts to get scared
Sure enough, two weeks later finds them in the middle of fucking nowhere in the middle of the fucking night, and Ghost settles down against a wall that’s more rubble than structure. He resolutely stays sitting up because he desperately wants to prove the sergeants wrong, but as soon as he falls asleep, his body slumps over and turns until he’s on his back, arms crossed, spine straight. Soap snaps his picture and feels guilty about it all night
When he wakes up the next morning, Ghost’s first words to him are, “show me,” and Soap should know better but apparently he doesn’t because he pulls up the picture. It’s dark and slightly blurry but unmistakable. Like a fucking corpse
It sends Ghost into a tailspin. The only reason why he doesn’t lose it completely is because Price is there to hold him together. Instead, he shuts down. It feels like a betrayal from his own body, his own mind. It’s a sick joke, a cosmic ‘fuck you’, a trauma response of epic proportions. He’d escaped his own grave, but apparently his sleeping mind didn’t know that
When they get back to base, no one sees or hears from Ghost for close to three weeks. Soap is losing his mind, Gaz is ready to tear the base apart to find him, and even Price (usually very used to Ghost’s moods) is visibly worried. Finally, Soap corners him in the sniper tower where he’s been taking stim packs and caffeine pills in an attempt to avoid sleep altogether. Soap damn near drags him, stumbling and off balance from exhaustion, to bed. Despite how tired he is, he can’t fall asleep, his heart and mind racing with panic at the thought of his unconscious body forcing him to become a corpse again
Right up until Johnny lays down next to him. And then his mind goes blissfully quiet. His heart is still pounding, but for a completely different reason as Johnny curls his body around Simon’s, arranging their limbs in such a way that Simon couldn’t possibly straighten out. It’s the warmest he’s ever been, the most comfortable he’s ever been. With his arms around Johnny and Johnny’s head tucked under his chin, he falls asleep effortlessly
When he wakes up, the first thing he mumbles is, “how did I…?” but he can’t bring himself to finish it, terrified of the answer. Johnny just smiles up at him, mohawk askew and cheek creased from being pressed against Simon’s shirt all night, and says, “like a baby.”
Simon never sleeps like he’s in a coffin ever again
#idk I think it’s interesting if Ghost’s trauma is remembered by his body but not necessarily his mind#trauma built into his bones and muscles but not his brain#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#john price#kyle gaz garrick#tombstone's epitaphs#tombstone's ficlets
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Girlfriend Stealer
Description: Your company pairs you with one of your boyfriend’s band mates for a collab, specifically a dance performance and your boyfriend is not pleased.
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
Genre: Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort, idol au, fluff
Content Warnings: Idol Fem!reader insert, Jealousy, boobs, brief mentions of marriage, insecurities
Word Count: 4k
A/N: Ahahaha...ha...
Life as an idol was naturally chaotic. You had grown used to that chaos; the unpredictability, the strict schedules, the lack of time off, missing milestones with your loved ones, having to be careful of everything you do, and having your privacy invaded on multiple occasions. Despite this, somehow you'd managed to keep it together and had even made quite the name for yourself as a dancer and singer. And to make it even better, you've landed yourself a very loving and sweet boyfriend. One you wouldn't trade for the world.
Lee Minho is an angel, most of the time. He cooks for you, comforts you when you are sad, treats your cats like his own, he's funny, and he even makes sure to always make time for you. No matter how busy his schedule gets he tries to find any opportunity he can to see you, and when he can't? Well then he's sending you cute selfies and voice notes, and even calling you before bed.
Your relationship is very healthy, in a way unlike anything you ever could of hoped for. Your past relationships had done little to prepare you for the sense of security and genuine affection you felt with him. It felt as though you were genuinely made for each other, as cliché as that may sound.
However, Minho had one troubling flaw. One flaw that many would have been deterred by, yet for some reason it had never been enough to keep you from him. The flaw was that Minho was extremely possessive. Almost alarmingly so.
He hates it when anyone even looks at what's his for too long. And if someone's touching it? You can practically see the steam fuming out his ears as he glares daggers into whomever has committed the heinous act of disrespect(In his eyes at least).
That is why it is almost laughable, the situation you've found yourself in now. And never in 100 years would you have seen it coming.
Both you and your boyfriend's companies had decided they wanted you to do a collab stage. Which sounds wonderful and exciting at first mention. The catch? You aren't collaborating with your sweet bunny-like boyfriend, but instead his perfectly sculpted bandmate Hwang Hyunjin.
You weren't really sure how to react to that really. After all it is an extraordinary opportunity, but on the other hand you know Minho. Truthfully you were hesitant to even tell him. He never takes these things well. It's bad enough when it is a stranger but one of his best friends? He might actually lose his mind. And as much as you'd like to hope he would just trust you and Hyunjin enough to let it go and be happy for the two of you, you know he won't.
Because to him it's not about trust. He can trust the both of you more than anyone else, with his own life even. It won't matter because what he's worried about isn't you cheating. It's that you'll realize you are out of his league and go for someone more on your level, or that you'll simply lose interest and leave him. He knows very well how fickle people's feelings can be. He also believes he loves you far more than you could ever love him. The idea of you leaving him isn't particularly out there to him. There is nothing in the world that terrifies him more than the idea of losing you.
Additionally there is the matter that he may be a bit obsessive. If it were up to him no one would ever get your attention but him and he would probably bury himself in it, if only he could. He thrives in your affection and withers when it's gone too long. He makes a prominent effort to be the only one you ever look at, the only one you'd ever want.
But that doesn't bother you. You like that he wants you enough to keep working to keep you even when he already has you, and even use it as motivation to try and treat him the same way.
This is shown in the way you love him. The gifts you get him, the tiny acts of service, the cuddles even when you're in a bad mood and would normally want to be left alone, the hours you sit and listen to him rant about everything because you know he doesn't really do that with anyone else.
In this situation however, you aren't really sure what to do. It's never really been a problem before. Typically if someone were hitting on you or a friend was getting too close you'd just put some distance or leave with Minho. You normally avoid doing anything that might upset him, and it doesn't bother you in the slightest. You're an introvert anyway so it's not a problem if you only have a few friends and don't go out much without him. You still have your own hobbies, your own lives, it's fine.
Even when the company has made you do things before, it's been easy to reassure Minho. He gets jealous and sulky for a bit and then you cuddle him and remind him he's the only one you want and everything's fine. What do you do when it's his friend though? You can't really say 'It's just a job' or 'I'll never see him outside of work'. Neither of those would be true and it's not going to make him feel better anyway.
Because this is Hyunjin. Sweet, kind, sensitive, beautiful Hyunjin. One of his best friends Hyunjin. Hyunjin the damn near perfect model. Hyunjin the excellent dancer. Hyunjin the member the company picked over Minho.
In the end, after contemplating for a few hours what exactly would be the least problematic way of telling him, you decide to just spit it out. Which ultimately leads to your boyfriend inviting himself to your practice. Which can only go well, naturally.
It hasn't even been five minutes and you can already feel your angry boyfriend's glaring eyes drilling holes into not only Hyunjin but you as well. You don't let it shake you, you need to get this dance down so you can go home and make him feel better. You can only imagine the way his insecure mind is spiraling, completely absurd and unrealistic thoughts taking over his normally rational and understanding way of thinking. The faster you finish this the less pain he will be in. So for now you need to ignore him. For both your sakes you try to pretend he's not even there.
Hyunjin on the other hand seems to be having a harder time of it. The typically near flawless dancer seems anxious, keeps glancing towards the couch your boyfriend is tensely lounging on, and he keeps making the same mistakes over and over again. No matter how many minutes go by of practicing the same part, no matter how many times you try and direct him, it's obvious his mind is elsewhere and his performance is suffering.
The longer it goes on the more you feel yourself grow frustrated. Your fuse has gotten short, and the typically soft and kind tone you use with the taller man has reduced to a more biting one. You've managed to get about half way through the song, arriving at a more sensual part when you finally snap. Hyunjin refuses to actually get close enough to you for it to even be mistaken as the correct choreo and it's driving you nuts. You want to go home.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" You turn towards your dance partner in obvious annoyance, running a hand through your long hair.
He blushes a bashful red and quietly responds. "I'm sorry, it's just hard to dance with Minho glaring at me through the mirror. I can't focus and it's honestly kind of terrifying..." He trails off and nervously glances at the mirror before looking at the floor in defeat.
You sigh and turn to the boyfriend you haven't looked at in nearly an hour. He doesn't look back at you. Sporting the most murderous look you have ever seen such a delicate pretty face make, he simply glares at Hyunjin's figure.
Feeling a mixture of irritation and guilt you turn away from both of them and tug at your hair in frustration, a joyless laugh falling past your lips.
"I'm sorry, I'll try to focus..." You hear Hyunjin's pitiful whisper behind you, the poor guy didn't even do anything to be put in this position yet here you all are. You ignore him in favor of turning back towards Minho, marching towards him with determined strides.
When you finally reach him he makes no effort to look at you and only squeezes his hands into fists at his sides. However you aren't really in the mood, so you rest both hands on either side of his head and shift your body into his line of sight. You let out a small portion of your built up aggression in allowing your hands to grip the black leather of the couch while your eyes narrow at the man below you.
He finally looks up at you, an almost comical mixture of angry tiger and kicked kitten. His brows are furrowed and his cheeks are reddened in frustration, the tension in his muscles prominent from his rather impressive amount of self control(for him, at least). Yet his eyes twinkle up at you miserably, longingly. And it's heartbreaking really. How his lips tremble slightly and his eyes waver shakily under your gaze. He's doing a good job of hiding it, but you can see through it. He's not just angry; he's fucking terrified. And he's hurting, and that hurts you.
"What are you even jealous about? It's just Hyunjin." Despite your prominent glare, you manage to keep your voice soft and even. You know it's not his fault. You know he's trying to keep it together, trying so hard to just sit there and be good for you. But you can see how he wants to cry, and maybe even walk over and punch Hyunjin right in the face. For good measure.
He clicks his tongue and looks away from you momentarily. He goes to speak before opting to instead whine and kick his feet in anger. You feel bad for finding him cute in this moment. But the truth is, he always is. "Yeah, it's Hyunjin. I'd be mad about anyone but me getting to touch you, let alone Mr. Top-Model girlfriend stealer over there." He shoots another glare Hyunjin's way and you hear the other male gasp offended in response.
"Hey-!" He tries to chime in, in an attempt to defend himself against the allegation. However, you interrupt him like he's not even there so as to not allow him to unintentionally provoke your boyfriend any further. You grab Minho's chin gently with your right hand to tilt his head to look back up at you.
"You have nothing to worry about. I picked you, not Hyunjin. And I will continue to pick you and only you for the rest of my life. I understand that you're upset, I would be too. I don't like this any more than you do, but we don't have a choice."
He just huffs and rolls his eyes at you, dipping his head slightly to glare back at Hyunjin through the mirror once more. "I could just break his legs, then he wouldn't be able to dance with you at all." You laugh and roll your eyes right back at him.
"I'm not asking you to be happy about it. But if you behave and stop trying to kill Hyunjin with your eyes at least till the end of practice so we can get this over with, I promise I'll make it up to you later." You take a firmer grip of his chin to get his attention back on you, nails digging slightly into his skin to prevent him from moving as you tilt his head up again.
He only stares defiantly back up at you, not convinced. So you lean down and kiss him softly, continuing in a whisper Hyunjin won't hear. "Just be good and I'll make it all worth it. You know I'll only ever belong to you. Get out of your head. You've got demons up there and they're liars, they only make you sad and nothing they say is ever true."
"...fine..." It comes out in a barely audible breath whilst he deflates at your words, seeming to have all of the energy left in him drained as he slumps into the couch in defeat.
And he stays true to his word, with great difficulty he manages to be good the rest of practice. He does this by laying face down into the sofa and periodically thrashing around in anger with a bizarre sound muffled into the cushions, but he isn't glaring at Hyunjin anymore and that is Minho being on his best behavior in your book.
Because of this you are able to get the dance down fairly swiftly, with Hyunjin no longer distracted he's quick to pick up on the choreo and your chemistry is surprisingly good. You know it'll make a great performance, you also know that will royally piss Minho off. A problem for another day, however.
As soon as you and Hyunjin have got the dance down, you dart straight to your throw blanket-impersonating lover. You don't even wait for him to stand before you're dragging him off the couch by his hand. He scrambles to catch up to your pace without faceplanting, barely succeeds, and shuffle runs behind you as you speed walk towards the exit and then to your car.
You don't say anything during the walk, just tighten your hold on Minho's hand. He doesn't either, seemingly happy just to have you back for now. But, you can tell he's still a bit anxious. Perhaps he's worried you are mad at him now, or that you're just dragging him around so you can break his heart in private. In truth it's hard to predict where his mind will go in these situations. Which is exactly why you want to get home as soon as possible. So that it's less time where his demons can eat him alive. But you desperately need a shower, and you don't want to try to comfort him in the middle of a parking lot.
So waiting until you're home it is! The car ride is quiet too; you spend the whole car ride trying to think of what to say or do to make your boyfriend feel better, remind him that in your eyes there's only him and that you couldn't be happier with anyone else. He spends the entire car ride anxiously playing with your hand and glancing periodically at your face, a wounded expression taking over his own. Which goes entirely unnoticed by you, too busy trying to find a way to fix this to realize he just wants you to look at him. But he won't say anything until you do, too afraid of somehow saying the wrong thing or making it worse. Too afraid the demons are actually right.
Thankfully the ride is fairly short, and you quickly get out of the car and open his door for him. Taking his hand gently into your own and guiding him to the front door of your house, kicking off your shoes and barely waiting for him to take his off before you continue dragging him. This time towards your bedroom, and with far more care than in the practice room.
When you arrive in your room you softly push him to sit on the bed, which he happily flops onto with no resistance. "I need to shower quick, wait for me?" You press a soft kiss to his head as he nods, eager to be good for you. He makes himself comfy and watches you walk away with sparkles in his eyes, a stark contrast to the scowl he'd displayed earlier in the day. You can't help but smile in response, grabbing a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom.
Your shower is quick, not wanting to leave him waiting too long. But, even so by the time you get back he's sulking again. Anxious hands playing with the blanket he's staring intensely at. You can almost see the gears turning rapidly in his head and have to bite back a sigh, wondering if there is some way you could have handled this better. Some way he wouldn't have had to spend so long doubting himself and fighting his demons all alone. You had never done that before, always had been so quick to try to alleviate any pain he had. But for some reason this time, while you had thought about it many times, you didn't really do a lot to make him feel better. Nothing that seemed to work anyway, every attempt you made didn't seem to come across right to him.
It makes him wonder why this time had to be different, why you couldn't just comfort him the way you always had before. All he needed was a bit of affection, some reassuring words to know you really were his and you weren't going anywhere. That you really meant it and weren't just saying things in the practice room to get him to stop being a brat. Was it because it was your job? Because you were frustrated? Because of something Minho had done? Because of... Hyunjin? The last two didn't really make any sense though, but that never actually made a difference in his head.
It is only now that you really realize that you've both been running in circles. With you trying to be faster in order to get alone time with him, to comfort him. Only to end up hurting him more by ignoring him in the moments he needed you, even if your intentions were good. You had just wanted it to be over so you could give him your undivided attention, you didn't want anything to get in the way.
And he kept trying to be good for you. Even when it was hard and he didn't succeed much, he tried to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself to not ruin this for you. To not make you hate him or resent him, or give you any reasons to fall out of love or leave him. He was trying so hard, being so careful. Being so patient. He wanted so desperately to be the best for you, to be worthy of your love and be the only one you wanted. Even while his head was tumbling into the darkest places and his heart felt like it had been wrapped in chains. Someone pulling them tighter every moment Hyunjin touched you, every moment you didn't look at him while he prayed and pleaded you would.
He didn't voice his thoughts in fear of upsetting you, or putting you off. But they had been eating him alive the entire time. To the point where no matter how many times he'd told himself you loved him and wouldn't leave him he still felt like you were going to. That that was the only explanation for you pawning it off this long. For a moment when you'd gotten to the room he had finally started to feel better, the brief moments he had your attention felt like sunshine in his raging storm. When you went to shower he had wanted to be positive, to just wait patiently for your return, just be happy he'd gotten a kiss. But the second you left, his head went right back to the storm and you'd taken any comfort or solace to the bathroom with you.
You didn't actually need a shower, you just wanted to get away from him. Maybe you were avoiding him so you didn't have to tell him you would rather be with Hyunjin. He'd probably treat you better anyway, wouldn't be nearly so pathetic and insecure. He tries to shut his thoughts off, but instead a tear falls and you rush over and pull him into your chest. Now he just feels stupid for crying in front of you like a child.
And so he tries to pull away and wipe his tears, make some stupid excuse about a hair in his eye. You don't let him, pulling away first and laying down beside him. Before he can even hope to speak, he's pulled down on top of you. Head resting in his favorite spot, right between your breasts. He chokes down a sob as you card your fingers through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips when his body finally relaxes.
You take this opportunity to speak. "I'm so sorry"
"...For what?" It's muffled by your shirt, and you feel him nuzzle further against your chest. Likely in embarrassment.
"I've done this all wrong. I thought it'd be better for you if we just hurried home but I didn't realize you'd take it the way you obviously have and I feel terrible. I am not leaving you. I would never leave you. I want to marry you one day. I don't want Hyunjin. I love you, only you. I really just wanted to shower so I wouldn't stink when we cuddled. I didn't look at you in the car because I was so focused on getting home. I wanted to wait till we were home to talk. I wanted to give you my undivided attention. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." You kiss the top of his head between each of your sentences, hoping to be louder than the voices. Hoping to drown out any negative thoughts he could be having.
"Oh..." He breaths, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes after a few seconds of processing your words. "M'sorry too. You shouldn't have to worry about reassuring me so much. I should be more confident, I just don't want to lose you." He sighs and plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. "Can we just cuddle?"
"Of course." You smile happily, glad he seems to be genuinely feeling better now that you have given him the proper reassurance he deserves, rather than some rushed words in the middle of a practice room.
"You did great with the dance by the way..." He says bashfully as he nuzzles into your neck, tossing a leg over your own.
"You actually saw that with your face in the cushions?" You look down at his red ears and pinch one softly between two fingers.
He squeezes your hip in retaliation. "Meant before that. When Hyunjin was fumbling like a goon. All I could think is 'why the hell didn't they pick me?' You looked so perfect..."
"Thank you, I wish it had been. Hyunjin's great, but you're the only dancer for me." You reply in an attempt to flirt, accompanied by a playful boop to his nose.
"'Only dancer'? I am the only one for you. Period." He glares at you, pressing himself up on both arms to look down at your face.
You laugh, looking up at the man now basically straddling your lap. "You're right, my bad. You're the only one for me, period." You lean up to kiss him fully this time, and he seems to lose himself in the kiss before pulling away a minute later, a sweet blissful smile on his face that could instantly brighten any room.
"Don't think I forgot that comment you made, by the way. I will be marrying you. I love you future Mrs. Lee Minho." He doesn't even let you reply before he's diving in for another kiss, a flurry of them really. He litters your face in the sweetest of kisses, ending it with one final passionate kiss on the lips. It only breaks when you laugh.
"Do I get a say in the matter?"
"No." It's a firm response, and he seems to try to convince you further by leaning in to kiss you once more. This time slow, with the slightest tease of tongue, before he bites your lip and pulls back. Still straddling your legs, his ears suddenly flush again. "...You're gonna say yes though, right...?" You laugh at the drastic change in his attitude, but you love him no matter what.
"There's no other answer, of course I will Mr. Future Husband."
#lee know x reader#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#stray kids fanfic#skz oneshots#stray kids au#skz fanfic#lee minho x reader#lee know x you#skz imagines#skz x you#stray kids x you#my works
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I've been having a bunch of ideas kinda float around my mind like little screensavers that I didn't feel like putting on paper, but one of these ideas just so happened to hit a corner, and it gave me an idea for what might perhaps be a bit of a silly (and oddly specific) question, but one I was very interested in asking nonetheless. Especially after reading your long post on the Demon's perspective of Laios' backstory. I really hope you don't mind.
While my memory's a tad blurry on how the scene played out in detail, I still find Laios' confrontation with the demon to be one of my favorite scenes. Definitely top 5. It's the one where Laios secretly orders Izutsumi to execute him at the slightest hint of suspicion. That one. I think that scene is among my favorites because it's both a perfect demonstration of Laios' remarkable cleverness hidden underneath all that lack of social skills, but it's also the perfect demonstration of how utterly terrifying the demon is.
At first I was under the assumption that Laios had it all under control, but the Demon's frighteningly gentle with how he twists Laios' very thoughts in a way that frames him as some sort of misanthropist, and the Winged Lion's words seemingly foil whatever plan Laios may have had. It made me think that Laios had failed, and Izutsumi's orders to lob his head off may have been a fail safe because he didn't know if he could successfully thwart the Demon's plans.
However, after finishing the story, extras, etc; I started thinking that perhaps failing was all part of Laios' plan, too. At least partially. Perhaps he realised that the only way to outsmart and ultimately best the Demon, was to let the Demon win. Perhaps he concluded that the only way for him to stand a chance against the Demon was to lose, to be at the Demon's mercy, to have his words utterly twisted; because he couldn't just make the demon "think" he had won. The only way for the Demon, the embodiment of hunger, to think he had won, was for him to actually win.
Maybe he ordered Izutsumi to… how do you put it… "artificially shorten his lifespan" because he knew the Demon would use his love for monsters against him, and would manipulate him into wishing to become the Ultimate Strongest Monster. His recent addendum (that the Ultimate Strongest Monster can eat desires) seems to support this theory, if I remember correctly. However, I can't remember for certain. Maybe his plan was to trap the Demon in his body and kill it that way? I genuinely can't remember.
So, I was wondering if you'd be interested in answering this oddly specific and mildly stupid question: How much of Laios' interaction with the Demon was planned, and how much was him fucking around and finding out? I'd love to know your thoughts on this!
PS: Laios rocks the swag he dons as king. Would happily serve under him. PPS: I hope you have a wonderful rest of your week, Mr. Morbius! Thank you for this awesome blog. You're cool.
Hello!!!!! Yeah!!!!!! The question Kabru himself would rather not know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Same as Kabru I decided not to think too hard about but Kui definitely gave us hints that this could be the case, I don't think Laios "planned" to fail from the start, he strikes me as a very optimistic guy (as you can see with how he first thought the confrontation with Thistle could go and how he STILL tried to talk to him instead of fighting) but I think he did "prepare" somewhat for the worst case scenario, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst?
Like I don't think this part of his plan was a misdirection I think he really hoped it could be this simple? So this was plan A (although he realizes this is too optimistic I think he hopes it will work)
This part tho I'm pretty sure was partly a misdirection for his teammates, since he asks them to help him get his mind back only to tell Izutsumi to kill him at the smallest hint he lost his mind, so I think this was plan B as in "If I become the lord of the dungeon kill me so there's no more dungeon lord" which was the original canary plan
Which again is kinda confirmed by this thought bubble
I think this was plan C
He knew he no longer wished for a country where humans and monsters could coexist (because of what he saw) so I guess he had *some* idea that becoming a monster was his other wish and added that as a fail safe if plan A and B failed? I don't think he could have guessed the Demon would use his body but maybe he thought he could use the nature of the demon against him (granting his desire to become a monster even tho the monster can eat him)
As Marcille and Kabru realize tho, that might all be a coincidence and he really thought plan A or B would work lmao. WHO KNOWS Laios' mind is a mystery
I'd recommend rereading chapter 88 if you want to go thru Laios' whole plan and how the demon manipulated him, it's a great chapter (87 too with the demon origin story)
#dungeon meshi spoilers#laios touden#Laios#PS: Thanks!#PPS: WHY MR MORBIUS AGAIN LMAO#winged lion#demon#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi thoughts#speculation#dunmeshi
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Heart to Heart - Aaron Hotchner
word count: 1202
summary: you disobey a direct order from hotch and now you’re injured
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
authors note: implied age gap but nothing too descriptive or explicit. again, i’m only just getting back into writing so bare with me while i get into the swing of things again. hope you enjoy regardless 💕
You disrespected a direct order and got hurt on a case. After he found out you were going to be fine, he went straight to the silent treatment. No words, no glances exchanged on the ride to the hospital, nor on the jet, nor even on the ride back home.
Now, he's sat busy rewrapping your bandages, still maintaining the silence. You watch his hands carefully tend to your wounds before you decide to finally speak up and break the silence which, right now, felt even worse than him shouting.
"Say something at least," she pauses. "Shout at me.. storm out, I don't care just.. anything other than silence."
He finished rewrapping your bandages and looked up at you. "Don't be an idiot again."
"Is that it? Is that all you have to say?" You respond, expecting him to say more, but nothing came.
He sighs. "It's a miracle that you're sitting here talking to me after all, you know that?"
"A miracle?" You scoff. "Hotch, I had it under control, besides it's just a few scratches." You argue your point.
He raises a brow and looks at you incredulously. "A few scratches? Remind me again how many stitches you got?"
"It's not even that bad!" You argue again. "It's a few stitches, so what?"
"So what?! A few stitches? Have you lost your damn mind?! Is that all that’s left up there? You could have been killed, can’t you see that?”
“I was doing my job!” You raise your voice to match his own.
He raised his further, trying to prove his own point. “Your job is to obey when I say ‘pull back’!”
“If I had listened to you, those poor young women would have been murdered.” You state coldly to him, trying to get him to understand where you were coming from. “I was doing my job and yes I got injured but I’m fine.. and they’re safe.”
He sighs. “And you nearly joined them at the morgue.”
“What is it with you? What’s this all really about?!” You emphasise the second part of the sentence. You had never seen him get so wound up over something like this before. Usually it was a stern telling off and he’d let you go, but not today.
“It’s about you! Don’t you get it? I can’t afford to lose you.” And there it was. The whole reason he’d got so upset in the first place, it wasn’t just because you were one of his best profilers; there was something much deeper.
“Hotch..” you spoke gently, features softening. He sat back down and looked over at you. He was quiet for a minute before speaking up again.
“Do you think it’s easy for me to see you all beaten up?”
“I-I didn’t know you felt like that.” You stuttered out, choking back a sob. Your gaze was locked onto your hands in your lap, fiddling with a ring on your finger.
He stared at you for a moment before sighing softly. “I do. And I’m terrified. I don’t know what I’d do without you..” He held his arms out for a hug and waited for you to scoot closer to him, which didn’t take much prompting because no sooner had he opened his arms, you’d lunged right into them, burying your face into his chest.
He pulled you close and held you tight, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank goodness you’re alright, sweetheart. You have no idea how scared I was.”
You sigh, pulling away a little to look up at him but not wanting to let go completely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.. I just wanted to save them.”
“I know, I know. I just don’t want to see you in any danger, that’s all.” He pulled you back to him, this time placing a soft kiss to your lips. When you pull away, you look up at him.
“I guess we’re not just ‘boss’ and ‘employee’ anymore..” This makes him chuckle, a smile forming on his lips, the first genuine smile you’d seen all night.
“Nope, we sure aren’t. I guess you’re not just ‘renegade agent who doesn’t listen and likes to make Hotch worry’ anymore either..” he smirks.
You give him a bemused look. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and the for the last time.. I was doing my job. You know you would have done the same thing if the roles had been reversed.”
He raises a brow at your statement but he couldn’t argue, knowing what you said had truth behind it. “I can’t say that you’re wrong. But I still don’t want you taking risks like that.”
“You nod your head slowly, knowing he was right. “It won’t happen again.”
“I know. Just think about my heart next time.” He sighed and brushed some hair out of your face. “That poor thing can only take so much.”
“I forgot you were old.” You pout playfully. “Well, not old but.. well- you’re older than me.” You start to ramble then stop. “I’ll just shut up.”
He smiled and chuckles softly. “Don’t you dare shut up.” He looks down at you, bringing a hand to brush stray strands of hair out of your eyes and tucking them behind your ear. “I love it when you ramble on and on about random stuff. That’s one of the things I love about you.. that and your beautiful smile. And your pretty eyes. And your amazing personality.. and your..”
“Yeah okay, okay, I get it.” You bury your face into his side, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment. He chuckles again and gently runs his fingers through your hair. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” He pauses for a few seconds, looking you in the eyes. “Even with a few bruises and some stitches.”
You wince as he traces his fingers over some of the cuts and bruises that littered your face; he realises the mistake he’s made when he sees you wince. “Oh.. I’m sorry.” He moves his hand away quickly and looks away, hating to see you in pain.
“It’s okay.” You smile softly, taking his hand into yours and leaning further into his side. “I love you.”
His face softens at the confession. “I love you too.” He kisses you on the forehead and lets go of your hand, much to your dismay, but quickly wraps his arms around your waist instead. Pulling you back into his chest for another hug.
“I could stay like this forever.” You sigh in content, making him chuckle. “I could too.”
He kisses you on the forehead once more before pulling you even closer to him and whispering in your ear. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re all hurt, right?”
“I know.. but at least I have you.” You smile at the thought. He kisses you softly on the temple. “You always will. I’ll always be right here you know that, right?”
“I know.” You smiled as your head rested against him, eyes closed in content at the feeling of being near him.
It was in this moment you knew, Aaron’s words had never been more true.
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Fanfic idea - Young Atsushi x Young Chuuya
Prompt: Young Chuuya technically kidnaps young Atushi
Actual idea-
So I imagine that both the PM and ADA are fighting against a skill user that has the ability to reverse time on a person.
Like an affected person’s body and mind will revert to the state that the user chooses.
During the fight both Chuuya and Atsushi get hit and revert back to their 7 year old selves.
Atsushi is, given his background at the orphanage(coughfuckyouheadmastercough, malnourished, absolutely terrified, and badly hurt in his seven year old body.
Of course the ADA try to get to him, specifically Dazai to reverse the ability.
I’m imagining this small and fragile Atushi just shivering near some destroyed building, hyperventilating and curling in on himself trying to cover the now fresh wounds that were caused by the orphanage.
And Dazai is just reaching his hand out and trying to subtly get closer and closer to Atsushi so he can nullify the ability.
But this isn’t a rational adult this is a scared and traumatized child who see’s a scary stranger reaching out to grab him like the director would.
He doesn’t want to get hurt or punished because he’s somehow out of the orphanage.
He feels trapped.
So this 7 year old Atsushi does what any other 7 year old would do if they were hurt and scared.
He screams.
Now cue Chuuya who is also in his 7 year old body and memory’s.
He can’t remember shit before he was 7 so he kinda has a huge blank spot about what the heck is going on.
Until he hears a kid screaming and see’s some bandaged weirdo trying to grab an obviously hurt/scared kid.
(And in my head cannon Atsushi as a 7 year old would be smaller then 7 year old Chuuya).
This of course pisses young Chuuya off so he does what is most natural to him. He grabs the heaviest object he can to chuck it at the guy to get him away from the kid.
(I’m imagining this as a mailbox or some sort of vending machine and that Chuuya just naturally has insane instinctual control of his gravity manipulation)
Chuuya then proceeds to grab the kid before floating away from the bandaged weirdo and all the other crazy ass adults who seem to be trying to kidnap the both of them.
Over time young Chuuya and Atsushi bond and grow reliant on each other. Chuuya takes on a protector role while Atsusuhi tries his best to warn Chuuya of incoming danger (Tiger hearing really helps in this case).
And turns out young Chuuya and young Atsushi make terrifyingly effective partners cause they keep evading both the ADA and PM.
(Low key everyone is kind of terrified of this young Chuuya losing control and exploding.)
But overall it’s just the idea of young Chuuya and young Atsushi becoming friends and having puppy crushes on each other.
Like Atsushi is amazed at Chuuya’s strength, bravery, and intelligence as they escape the adults pursuing them.
And Chuuya is constantly charmed about how genuinely happy Atsushi is about doing things like sharing food with him, holding hands, and playing games with him.
=w=
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Hi! I just read your yandere gojo x reader, and I loved it! I would love to request something similar, almost like an alternate path. Like instead of reader getting sucked in she convinces him to come to her world. How would he respond would he be open to the idea or shut it down? 🤔🩷


[part 1] Gojo virtual boyfriend
[part 2] - Virtual world route
[part 3] - Reality route - current
“Let me go!” you shouted, your voice shaking.
He tilted his head, his grin never faltering. “Why would I do that? You chose me, remember?"
Terrified by the thought of being erased like Kaito, you made a bold move.
At first, when you suggested he leave his perfect world for yours, Gojo was suspicious. His sharp mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario: It’s a trick. Another one of your desperate plans to get rid of him, to escape his grasp.
The idea gnawed at him, but he didn’t show it. He couldn’t afford to, at least not yet. If this was your attempt to weaken him, you didn’t realize how much control he truly held, even outside his virtual paradise.
You think my abilities would fade out there, don’t you? he muttered to himself later that night, standing in the garden and watching the synthetic stars twinkle above. That I’d lose my edge in your world.
A part of him almost wanted to see your plan unfold, if only to watch your shock when you realized the truth. But as you continued to speak about your world, not with manipulation, but with genuine longing, Gojo began to see it differently.
You weren’t scheming. You weren’t even pretending. You simply wanted to live.
For a moment, the idea of losing you, of letting you slip away completely sent a surge of anger through him. But then, just as quickly, the calm returned.
Fine, he thought, his lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile. If this is what you want, I’ll come to your world. I’ll play your game.
In his mind, it didn’t matter where you were. Whether in his world or yours, Gojo was confident he could manipulate your life. He could twist the reality you loved so much, bending it to his will just as easily as he had in his own creation. After all, why should the setting matter when the outcome was the same?
“All right, babe” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. “I’ll live in your world. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
You blinked, surprised by his sudden change in tone. “You…will?”
“Of course” he said, standing and stepping closer to you. “If it makes you happy, I’ll give it a shot. But just remember—no matter where we are, you’ll always belong to me.”
You forced a smile, nodding as if you hadn’t noticed the underlying warning.
-----
The air of your world was heavier, the sounds sharper, the textures more defined. It was overwhelming at first, but he masked it with his usual nonchalance.
“This is it, huh?” he said, glancing around your apartment with a mix of curiosity and disdain. He ran his fingers over the fabric of the couch, then picked up a photo frame from the coffee table. “Kinda…plain, don’t you think?”
“It’s real” you replied softly.
He chuckled, setting the frame down. “Sure. Real.”
Despite his dismissive tone, Gojo couldn’t help but notice the limitations of this world. His abilities were still intact, but they felt different here—more restrained, as if the rules of reality fought against his will. He didn’t mind. If anything, it added to the thrill.
What intrigued him most, though, was you. The way you moved, the way you interacted with the world. There was something raw and unfiltered about you here, something he hadn’t fully captured in his virtual construct. He found himself drawn to it, even as it frustrated him.
At first, he played along, letting you guide him through the chaos of your world. He marveled at the things you took for granted—the roughness of tree bark, the bitter taste of coffee, the way the wind whipped through his hair. But the more he observed, the more he noticed how easily you slipped back into your routine, as if he were just another piece of your reality.
You didn’t realize it, but you were making a mistake. You thought his presence here meant you were free, that he couldn’t control you in this world the way he had in his own.
But I can, he thought, watching you from across the room as you busied yourself with some mundane task. And I will.
Gojo knew he didn’t need to trap you physically to keep you. Instead, he would become the center of your world, infiltrating every aspect of your life until you couldn’t imagine a reality without him.
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At first, Gojo’s interference in your world seemed harmless, even playful. He’d rearrange the furniture in your apartment without telling you, claiming it 'flowed better' that way.
“Your feng shui was awful” he said one morning, lounging on your newly relocated couch as you stared at the completely rearranged living room in shock.
“You can’t just move my stuff around!” you snapped, glaring at him.
“I can and I did” he replied, flashing you a smug grin. “Admit it, it looks better this way.”
You hated to admit that the new layout did make the room feel more open, but that wasn’t the point. “You can’t just…do things like that without asking me!”
“Sure I can” he said, standing and stretching lazily. “This is our home now, babe. I’m just making it more…us.”
That phrase—our home—sent a chill down your spine. You’d brought him into your world to give him a taste of reality, but it was becoming clear that Gojo had no intention of leaving things as they were.
Things got even more complicated when you interacted with other people. Gojo had a knack for drawing attention wherever he went, and his striking looks didn’t go unnoticed.
“Wow, he’s gorgeous!!” one of your friends whispered after meeting him for the first time.
“He’s a little…intense” you muttered, trying to downplay him.
Gojo, of course, ate up the attention. He grinned at every compliment, charming everyone around him with his effortless charisma. But when the tables were turned, when you spoke to someone for more than a few minutes, especially a man, his mood shifted instantly.
One afternoon, you bumped into an old coworker while out shopping. The two of you chatted briefly, catching up on work and life. Gojo stood behind you, his expression unreadable but his presence looming.
When the man laughed at something you said, Gojo’s hand suddenly found its way to your shoulder, his grip firm but not painful.
“Babe” he interrupted smoothly, his voice dripping with false cheer, “aren’t we on a schedule? You wouldn’t want to be late, would you?”
You glanced up at him, frowning. “We’re not—”
“Let’s go” he said, cutting you off and steering you away before you could argue.
Later that night, he leaned casually against the kitchen counter, his eyes narrowed as he watched you.
“You’re really friendly with him” he said, his tone light but laced with an edge.
“It was just small talk” you replied, exasperated. “Why are you so jealous all the time?”
“Jealous?” He chuckled, stepping closer. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t like the idea of someone else thinking they can take what’s mine.”
“I’m not-” you started, but he silenced you with a finger pressed gently to your lips.
“You’re mine” he said softly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Don’t forget that.”
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Gojo’s interference wasn’t limited to social situations. He began altering the very fabric of your world, bending it to his preferences in subtle but undeniable ways.
One morning, you woke up to find that the walls of your bedroom were no longer the soft pastel color you’d chosen but a deep, vibrant blue.
“Gojo!” you shouted, storming into the living room where he was casually flipping through a magazine. “What happened to my walls?”
“I thought you’d like it” he said without looking up. “Blue suits you better.”
“I didn’t ask for this!”
“Yeah, but I know you’ll grow to love it” he replied, finally glancing up with a smirk. “Trust me, babe—I have an eye for these things.”
It wasn’t just the walls. Your favorite chair disappeared one day, replaced by an extravagant velvet armchair that clashed with everything else in the room. Your kitchen utensils were suddenly upgraded to high-tech gadgets you didn’t know how to use. Even your wardrobe seemed to change overnight, with your usual comfy clothes replaced by sleek, expensive outfits that felt more like costumes than clothes.
“You’re welcome” he said when you confronted him about it.
“This isn’t your world, Gojo” you snapped. “You can’t just change things whenever you feel like it!”
“Sure I can” he said with a shrug. “You brought me here, remember? This is what you wanted.”
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While Gojo couldn’t stand anyone getting too close to you, he was quick to brush off your lack of reaction to his admirers.
“Did you hear what that girl said about me?” he asked one evening, leaning against the doorway as you washed dishes.
“Nope” you replied without looking up.
“She said I looked like a movie star” he continued, clearly fishing for a reaction.
“Good for her” you said, rinsing off a plate.
He frowned, stepping closer. “You’re not jealous?”
“Why would I be?” you asked, turning to face him. “I know what you’re like. You love attention. Let them fawn over you if it makes you happy.”
For once, he was speechless. Your indifference irritated him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
“You’re no fun” he muttered, but his eyes lingered on you, his expression thoughtful.
As Gojo’s interference in your life became more pronounced, you started to feel the walls closing in. He wasn’t just a guest in your world anymore, he was taking over, reshaping it piece by piece.
“I brought you here to experience my world” you said one day, your voice trembling with frustration. “Not to make it your playground.”
“And I’m experiencing it” he replied with a grin. “I’m just making it better.”
“For you,” you shot back. “not for me.”
The tension between you was growing, but Gojo didn’t seem to care. In his mind, you were already his, and nothing you said or did would change that.
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It was a quiet evening when it all came to a head. The kind of quiet that carried tension, where unspoken words hung heavy in the air. You were sitting at the kitchen table, your dinner half-eaten, your focus fixed on your phone. Gojo sat across from you, watching with an intensity that you tried and failed—to ignore.
“You’ve barely said a word to me all day.” he finally muttered, his voice deceptively calm.
You didn’t look up. “I’ve been busy.”
“Busy ignoring me?” he asked, a sharp edge creeping into his tone.
Your fingers tightened around your phone, but you still didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m not ignoring you.”
Gojo let out a bitter laugh, the sound cold and humorless. “Oh, sure. You just happened to forget I exist while scrolling through your little apps. Funny how that works.”
“Don’t start, Gojo” you sighed, setting your phone down.
“Don’t start?” he repeated, leaning forward. “You’re telling me not to start, when all I’ve done since I got here is try for you?!”
Your head snapped up at that, your eyes narrowing. “Try? You’ve been controlling everything, Gojo. Rearranging my life like it’s some game!”
“A game?” he hissed, his voice dropping low. “You think this is a game to me? You think I enjoy pretending to be normal for your sake?”
“What are you talking about?”
He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he loomed over you. His usual smug demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw and furious.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice trembling with barely restrained emotion. “I don’t need to eat. I don’t need to sleep. I don’t even have taste buds, for crying out loud! Every bite of food I’ve taken, every sip of coffee, every damn smile I’ve given you over dinner—it’s all fake!”
You stared at him, your heart pounding.
“I can’t taste anything” he spat, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Do you know how stupid I feel, sitting there pretending to enjoy something I can’t even experience? Do you know why I do it? For you! Because I thought it would make you happy!”
The weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. “Gojo, I—”
“No” he interrupted, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. “You don’t get to talk right now. Do you know what it’s like to exist like this? To not feel hunger or fatigue or even pain, but still pretend I do just to make you feel normal? And for what? So you can brush me off like I don’t matter?”
You were silent, the guilt clawing at your chest.
He continued, his voice cracking. “You wanted me to leave my world and come to yours. And I did it because I love you. But no matter what I do, it’s never enough, is it?”
His words hung in the air, the silence that followed heavy and suffocating.
“Gojo” you said softly, standing from your chair. “I didn’t ask you to—”
“To what?!” he snapped, cutting you off again. “To care? To try? You didn’t ask, but I did it anyway because that’s what you do when you love someone!”
He turned away, running a hand through his hair as he tried to rein in his emotions. For the first time since you’d met him, Gojo looked…vulnerable.
“I gave up everything for you” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “My world, my rules, my power—everything. And you…you treat me like I’m nothing.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. What could you say to that?
“I don’t want your pity” he said, his back still to you.
When you didn’t respond, his shoulders slumped, and something in him seemed to shatter. He turned back to face you, his expression one of pure anguish.
“Wait....You don’t care...” he said, his voice trembling. “You don’t care about me at all, DO YOU?”
The silence stretched between you after his outburst, thick and suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, to try to mend the frayed edges of the moment, but Gojo was already walking toward the window, his back to you, his hands shoved into his pockets.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said quietly, his voice eerily calm now. “You think this is just about me being jealous. About me wanting your attention.”
“Gojo—”
His eyes glowed unnaturally, a shimmering blue that seemed to pierce straight through you. “I’m done pretending, babe. Done playing by your rules. If I have to show you how much you need me, so be it.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Gojo tilted his head, his smile sharp and cold. “You’ll see soon enough.”
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It started small, just like everything else he did. A missed text from your best friend. A coworker suddenly forgetting about plans you’d made the week before. At first, you thought it was coincidence—people got busy, or maybe you’d misunderstood. But then it happened again. And again.
Your mother didn’t answer your calls, her voicemail oddly generic and devoid of the warmth you were used to. Your bestie, who had been your closest confidant for years, began acting distant, her expressions blank whenever you tried to talk about your shared memories.
“Hey!” you said one night, sitting on the couch beside her. “Do you remember that road trip we took last summer? The one where the car broke down, and we had to hitch a ride with that old farmer?”
She blinked at you, confusion flickering across her face. “What are you talking about? I’ve never been on a road trip with you.”
Your blood ran cold.
You confronted him that night, your heart pounding as you stormed into the living room where he was lounging, as usual, on the couch.
“What did you do?” you demanded, your voice trembling.
He looked up from the book he was pretending to read, his expression infuriatingly calm. “What do you mean?”
“My friends” you snapped. “My family. They’re acting…different. They don’t remember things—important things. What did you do to them?”
Gojo sighed, closing the book with an audible snap and setting it aside. “Why are you always so dramatic?”
“Answer me!”
His eyes met yours, cold and unrelenting. “Fine. If you really want to know.” He stood, taking a step closer to you, and you instinctively backed away.
“I erased them” he said simply.
Your breath caught in your throat. “What?”
“Not all of them” he added casually, as if discussing the weather. “Just their memories of you. It’s not like they need them, anyway. You’ve got me now.”
“You…you erased their memories of me?” you whispered, horror creeping into your voice.
He shrugged. “I didn’t want them getting in the way. They were distracting you, pulling you away from me. And honestly?” He smirked, his gaze darkening. “It’s kind of nice knowing I’m the only one who really knows you now.”
You stumbled back, shaking your head in disbelief. “You can’t…you can’t just erase people’s memories! They’re my family, my friends—they’re mine!”
“Not anymore” he said, stepping closer. “Now, they’re nothing. Just strangers in your life. And honestly? Isn’t that better? No more nagging about your job, your relationships, your life choices. No more pressure to be someone you’re not.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as the full weight of his actions crashed down on you. “You had no right,” you choked out.
“I have every right” he countered, his voice low and dangerous. “You brought me here, remember? You invited me into your world. And now it’s ours.”
“You’re insane...” you whispered, backing away toward the door.
“Maybe” he said, his smile widening. “But I’m yours. And you’re mine. That’s all that matters now.”
You tried to run, but the moment you reached for the doorknob, the world around you warped. The door vanished, replaced by a blank wall. The windows followed, the glass dissolving into solid, impenetrable barriers.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo asked, his tone light but his expression anything but.
“Let me out!” you shouted, pounding on the wall where the door had been.
He laughed softly, the sound sending chills down your spine. “Out? Oh, babe, there’s no ‘out’ anymore. This is your world now—our world. And the sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be.”
When you turned to face him, your eyes blazing with anger and fear, he raised a hand, and you froze in place, your body refusing to obey your commands.
“Don’t fight me” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You’ll only make it harder on yourself. Just let go. Let me take care of you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Tears streamed down your face as you realized the truth: there was no escaping him. Not in this world. Not in any world.
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i have an idea for zayne,,,, so, as someone who is genuinely terrified of needles (like, even seeing one makes me nauseous) how would he react to that when MC/reader has to get their annual vaccinations or bloodwork ? like, bc we've only been seeing him for 6 (?) months at the beginning of the story. how would he react to finding this out ? like how would he help walk us through it and comfort us n stuff ? idk when i imagine it, it feels like it could be super fluffy and comforting
a/n: my angel love.. i'm so so sorry that this took so long for me to complete!!!! but i want to thank you soooo much for my first ever request!!!! hehehe i hope you like it :-)
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“Hey, are you alright?”
Wait — how did she get in this position again? The only sensation she feels in her legs are the trembles in her calves, and she’s almost certain that she’s starting to taste bile at the back of her throat. At any other moment, the amount of strength she’s putting into remaining calm right now would be sufficient to put down at least three wanderers.
Yet, here she is, barely registering what Zayne is saying as she eyes the needle in his gloved hand in fear.
She was perfectly healthy just a couple moments ago, Zayne swears. Lively as can be she always was, with the most perfect shade of crimson painting her cheeks when she kissed him hello. Sure, it had been a hectic morning for the doctor, and this is considered yet another appointment but Zayne sees this almost as a reward. He walked with a different spring in his steps today, knowing his fifth patient of the day is the same person who has cured the deepest wounds in his soul within the short couple months they’ve been together. The appointment today isn’t meant to be anything serious, just a simple vaccination - one that he’d administered about a hundred different times already (and he hasn’t even poked her with the needle yet) so it concerns him when she’s already losing the warmth in her skin.
“You’re pale,” Zayne states as a matter of fact, a crease in between his brows as he walks from behind his desk to kneel in front of her so that he is able to take a closer look at her. He then pauses, drifts his gaze back to the needle in his hand, then back to her. He makes a calculated assumption - the way she lost the colour in her face as soon as he held up the prepped syringe, a sharp needle poking out at the end of it, all ready to prick into her skin. His girlfriend is afraid of needles.
He pauses, then decides to take a different approach – one that is usually reserved for his younger patients. “Hey,” he says again, his voice now even gentler than before as his gloved hand takes her chin so that she’d look at him, stealing her attention from the sharp object. His other hand then is hidden behind his back and out of her view completely. “Remember the new cafe that just opened a couple minutes from the hospital?” He asks, smiling kindly to her, determined to keep her mind at bay. “I managed to take a peek at the menu. Don’t worry, I didn’t try anything. Promised you we’d try it out together, didn’t we?”
Her face is still anxiety ridden, but she affords a raised brow at his question which she then nods to. Weakly, she replies, “What do they have?” The words are forced out against the lump in her throat.
“Well, they have your usual selection of pastries. But I also saw that they make Stawberry Matcha Lattes too. Greyson would not stop talking about it, I’m quite intrigued, if I’m being honest. ” He chuckles, rubbing his free hand to massage the shoulder of her bare arm that had previously already been prepped and sanitised for the injection.
This causes her eyes to stray from his kind and smiling face, but he simply calls for attention back. “Na-uh, look at me, pretty girl. Can you do that?” And when she does, he praises her. “Good girl. Now, can you tell me about your plans tomorrow morning? Would you be able to squeeze in a lunch with me? We can visit the cafe together, if so.” He sees her begin to think of her plan tomorrow, recalling whatever occasion she may have had tomorrow reserved for. “I do have to meet Tara tomorrow morning to return the book I’d borrowed, but I reckon I’d be done before eleven.. Captain Jenna says there might be a meeting for the reported cases of Wanderers in the other city but I think if she doesn’t confirm by today, it would be cancelled - Ow, Zayne!”
In the midst of her recalling her plans, he’d taken her distraction as an opportunity to finally administer the injection. Again, it wasn’t that thick of a needle, so he knew it would not be as painful as she had been scared it would be. Within two seconds, he has a Snowman-themed plaster bandaging the tiny wound.
“All done, you did very well, my love.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple as he finally stands up. “I even gave you a plaster from my special collection.” His grin only grows, knowing well it came from the pack of plasters she had gifted him. He thought it was overwhelmingly endearing, knowing well that he would never be scant of bandages (given his occupation and all) but she so carefully picked a pack one out for him — said the design of snowmen and flowers reminded her of him.
“Oh,” was all that she could simply say, mouth slightly agape as she looked at her bandaged arm. “It’s done?” She asks, looking up at the standing doctor as she remains seated, finally feeling the sensation of her legs again. He chuckles, finding his heart double in size at the relief in her child-like innocent eyes. “Yes, all done.” He simply cannot resist planting another kiss on her head. “
So, I assume you’ll be able to make it to our brunch date tomorrow then?” His hands, now already rid of the gloves, cradles her face as she looks up at him. The giggle that escapes her causes his hold to tighten ever so slightly, a love struck look in his green eyes. “Anything for my favourite doctor.” She kisses the palm of his hand. “Thank you for sharing your special plasters with me, baby.”
“Anything for my favourite patient.”
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I got another idea for a request. Yandere hashira plus Aoi, kanao and the wives with a kakushi reader who likes building secret rooms and hideouts under peoples homes. Please and thank you.
Here’s your request and I hope you enjoy!
Giyu Tomioka (Water Hashira)
Giyu is the quiet, brooding type, but your habit of sneaking off to build secret hideouts sets off alarm bells in his mind. He’s convinced you’re preparing an escape route to get away from him.
• “If you ever feel unsafe… you can stay by my side. There’s no need to hide from me. I won’t let anyone take you away.”
• You’d find Giyu lurking near your hideouts, observing in silence. Eventually, he’ll corner you, offering a mix of protection and veiled threats about never leaving.
Shinobu Kocho (Insect Hashira)
Shinobu finds your creativity fascinating and even compliments your craftsmanship, but there’s a sinister undertone to her words.
• “How interesting. Do you think these secret rooms would be enough to hide from me? I wonder how long it would take for me to find you.”
• She’ll playfully test your hideouts by sneaking into them herself, only to show up behind you with a sweet but unnerving smile. “Found you~”
Kyojuro Rengoku (Flame Hashira)
Kyojuro is overly enthusiastic and supportive of your skills. He genuinely sees your work as a valuable asset, but his obsession with keeping you close turns into a problem.
• “Your talents are incredible! But why do you keep disappearing into these hideouts? I must know where you are at all times—to protect you, of course!”
• He might even suggest building a hideout together, only to subtly design it in a way that traps you inside.
Tengen Uzui (Sound Hashira) and His Wives
Tengen is fascinated by your knack for secret rooms, calling it “flashy in a unique way.” His wives, however, take a more possessive approach.
• Tengen: “Secret hideouts? How bold! Show me what you’ve built—I want to see this masterpiece myself.”
• Makio: “Are you trying to run away from us? Why else would you need to hide?”
• Suma: “Please don’t leave us! I’ll cry forever if you disappear!”
• Hinatsuru: “If these are for safety, that’s fine, but we’ll all use them together. That way, you’ll never be alone.”
• They’ll eventually take over your hideouts, turning them into shared spaces to ensure you can’t escape their overwhelming affection.
Mitsuri Kanroji (Love Hashira)
Mitsuri adores your work and sees it as an expression of your individuality. However, her intense love for you manifests in obsessive ways.
• “Wow! You’re so talented! But… why are you hiding? Do you think I wouldn’t find you if you disappeared? I’d search the whole world for you, you know!”
• She starts spending more time in your secret rooms, sometimes decorating them with personal touches to make you feel like you belong there—with her, forever.
Muichiro Tokito (Mist Hashira)
Muichiro is initially indifferent but becomes hyper-focused once he notices your actions. He doesn’t understand why you feel the need to hide, and it bothers him more than he admits.
• “You’re building more hideouts… Are you trying to avoid me? That’s unnecessary. I’ll find you no matter where you go.”
• You’d frequently find him already in the hideout you’re working on, his blank stare unnerving as he calmly states, “You’re not going anywhere.”
Sanemi Shinazugawa (Wind Hashira)
Sanemi is furious when he discovers your secret rooms, mistaking them for escape routes. His anger stems from his overwhelming fear of losing you.
• “What the hell is this? Are you planning to run away? Over my dead body!”
• He’ll destroy parts of your hideouts, demanding you explain yourself, but deep down, he’s terrified of you leaving. He may end up guarding your secret entrances obsessively.
Gyomei Himejima (Stone Hashira)
Gyomei is calm on the surface but deeply emotional about your actions. He views your secret hideouts as a sign that you don’t feel safe with him, and that thought breaks his heart.
• “Why do you feel the need to hide? Do you not trust me to protect you?”
• He’ll subtly make it harder for you to access your hideouts, praying silently that you’ll rely on him instead.
Obanai Iguro (Serpent Hashira)
Obanai is deeply possessive and paranoid about your hideouts. He’s convinced you’re preparing to leave him, and he can’t bear the thought.
• “You’re making these to hide from me, aren’t you? I won’t allow it.”
• Kaburamaru, his snake, will be tasked with monitoring you, ensuring you never get too far. Obanai will even use your own hideouts as traps to keep you close.
Aoi Kanzaki
Aoi is baffled by your obsession but secretly admires your ingenuity. Her tsundere nature makes her lash out at first, but her possessive side surfaces when she realizes how skilled you are at disappearing.
• “Why are you so good at this? You better not be thinking of running away from me!”
• She might try to guilt you into staying put by playing up how much work she does for you.
Kanao Tsuyuri
Kanao silently watches your work with fascination. Her yandere tendencies are subtle but deeply unsettling. She memorizes every secret room and might start using them to ambush you.
• “Why do you need to hide? Are you trying to leave me? I won’t let that happen.”
• You’d often find her waiting in one of your hideouts, her soft voice cutting through the silence: “You won’t get away from me.”
#gothicxreylover#gender neutral reader#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere demon slayer#yandere kny#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere kanao#aoi kanzaki#yandere muichiro#yandere mitsuri#yandere obanai#yandere tengen#yandere rengoku#yandere sanemi#yandere giyu#yandere shinobu#yandere gyomei#oba
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Okay so um, I'm gonna be talking about these two episodes today! (Prepare BECAUSE OH MY GOSH.)


Alright, we'll start with the first one. Can I just say that, moon absolutely angered me so much. Moon, NO ONE IS ASKING YOU FOR AN EMOTIONAL SPEECH NOR ANYTHING. It's the fact that you COMPLETELY ignored sun, didn't even bother to check up on him, and then went to work in your lab to find a solution?? Looks like history is repeating itself. But.. why? Why is the same thing repeating again? WELL I HAVE A THEORY! Sun's gonna die, someway, somehow and that's gonna be the only way moon realizes. I think this because of solar specifically. When solar heard that moon won't check up on sun, he sounded absolutely disgusted. Keep in mind, solar lived in HIS SUN'S head. That sun ALSO had a moon, and I bet solar has watched the same exact thing happen. And what happened when solar's sun died? Solar's moon went insane! Imagine the guilt moon would feel, gut wrenching. He probably ALREADY feels guilty, but would rather let it consume him whole than to comfort sun or AT THE VERY LEAST HUG HIM
Sun was there with moon during moon's (valid) breakdown, but moon being there for sun? NOOO, OF COURSE NOT!
Also if moon's gonna start with the "I'm not good with emotions" stuff, I'll lose it. YOU HAVE PROVEN IN OTHER VIDEOS THAT YOU CAN, MOON. Neptor's funeral, OR HELL WHEN THE WHOLE FINDING OUT DAZZLE'S SECRET THING HAPPENED. He listened about every kid, comforted, reassured, he was there. Although, now he's just ignoring sun. I think it's because he's a coward. And by a coward, I mean that he's too scared he'll say something wrong or make it worse, because the word is about NEXUS, someone who moon HATES, though sun loves nexus, evil or not, he was still his brother.
Moon doesn't understand that, he's jealous most likely. It reminds me so much of when nexus wasn't insane.. he was bad talking moon, and when moon returned? Moon was bad talking nexus. Both didn't want to be like each other, they DESPISE each other, calling each other knock off's (okay, THAT PART WAS KINDA FUNNY I'M SORRY.)
But.. where is sun in all of this? He missed each one. He loved each one. He loved them. He still loves them.
But they BOTH didn't understand how their words hurt sun. They're so similar in some ways, it's absurd. AND THEY DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. Reminds me of the song "over and over" by Rio Romeo.
If sun dying is the only way for moon to realize, I'll be willing to accept it even if it is quite sad. It's disappointing, truly.
Monty's and lunar's reaction, I expected honestly. By the way, lunar-, "he's doing worse than I thought he would be.." ARE YOU STUPID, HE JUST KILLED HIS EX BROTHER?? Didn't you go through the same damn thing too? As for monty, not even surprised one bit. He's always been like that, I never really liked him, but oh well.
And THANK YOU SOLAR FOR BEING THE ONLY SANE PERSON EXCEPT MAYBE EARTH BECAUSE GOSH THIS SHOW AIN'T FOCUSING ON SUN'S HEALTH MUCH.
The urge to b*tch slap almost everyone.
I genuinely want sun to have a breakdown, he chose moon, but moon didn't bother to even check up on him.
Gosh.
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ANYWAYS, TODAY'S EPISODE!
Just gonna add this picture again, because why not

Wow- genuinely just wow- that was-.. wow
So dark sun DID end up doing something. I must've missed something in the past video, but interesting..
I heard a person say, I forgot who it was but that SUN was the key of this whole plan
He killed nexus, he pulled the trigger and made a choice which means.. that way other suns also made choices instead of not acting
I have NO idea how sun managed to make that happen, BUT THE THEORY MAKES SENSE
In a way, I was right- he IS trying to stop the dimensional abuse of suns by them killing their own moon, I SUCK AT EXPLAINING
if anyone can explain this theory better than me, PLEASE DO.
I felt so bad for the sun in this dimension. Poor thing. Sounded scared and terrified, while repeating "I hate you", while crying and also while bashing HIS moon's head with a barrel
I wanted to hug him QwQ poor baby.. we need a name for him
ALSO HE'S MY CHILD NOW. I'M ADOPTING HIM.
Moon tried his best to keep that sun at peace, WHICH BRINGS ME BACK TO THE SAME TOPIC, WHY DOES HE HELP EVERYONE EXCEPT HIS SUN
I get it was a different situation BUT CMON.
I suppose I already ranted enough about that part, though
I would add more but I'm INCREDIBLY tired and all.. so um yeah-
#tsams#sams#sun and moon show#fnaf#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#nexus#tsams nexus#sundrop#the sun and moon show#solstice#dark sun tsams
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Edward Appreciation Essay: The Choice to Be Kind
I was hoping to have this done as a 50-follower (and birthday!) milestone, but as always, life's chaos has gotten in the way. However, it IS here just in time for the Thomas TV series' 40th anniversary!! Happy Birthday, Thomas!! With that milestone in mind, let's get to it.
In much the same vein as my Skarloey Appreciation Essay, I'd like to point out something that I genuinely love about Edward, and that is his conscious choice to be kind, even when he's been mistreated by others. There's plenty of kind characters--Percy immediately comes to mind, as well as Henry (although his kindness varies depending on the depiction), Toby (to an extent), Duck, the Scottish Twins, and others. However, for Edward, kindness is one of his defining traits, especially a kindness that not only bolsters him in the face of adversity from outsiders and "friends" alike, but is a quality that he chooses to feed and fall back on, even when so many others would give in to their less generous inclinations. Please note that although I'm celebrating the anniversary of the TV series, this analysis is primarily based off of the Railway Series, since it's what I'm most familiar with. I'm also not going to focus on famous stories, such as Old Iron and Edward's Exploit, for this particular analysis.
I think there's a lot to be said for Edward's forbearance in terms of dealing with people being rude to him. He's not interested in getting even with other engines or rubbing their misfortune in their faces. He doesn't even ignore them! Instead, he continues to be kind and to be friendly, greeting everyone he sees and helping out those who need help, and in the end, continues to come out on top by choosing to not hold a grudge the way so many others on the railway do.
What motivates this particular choice, though? I'm hardly the first to speculate on why Edward is the way he is, and others have done and will do far deeper analyses on this point than me, but nonetheless, I'll offer a few ideas. In the context of the TTTE universe, I think that part of Edward's kindness simply stems from being old, wise, and experienced. He's seen engines come and go, and his class replaced and was replaced by another. The engines that are so proud of themselves now will find themselves in his wheels eventually. Plus, it's quite likely that Edward knew of engines who were replaced and eventually scrapped; back then, it wasn't the terrifying thing that it became later in the series because it followed the idea of engines simply living out their full and natural lives. Scrapping and modernization became such threats because even engines who hadn't lived out their service lives were being withdrawn and scrapped, and an early death is much more terrifying to engines than death itself.
But Edward's experience aside, he's well-versed in yard politics. If he causes trouble, then that won't make him friends with either other engines or the management. Edward has, in a sense, been abandoned for being a shy steamer, and unlike the others who are here on trial, this is his home now. They may be being rude to him in his own home, but whining and whinging will get him nowhere, and he's learned that lesson well from watching countless upstart engines be put in their place or live long enough as kings to eventually lose their crowns. He knows he's older, that he's almost lived up to the end of his expected service life, so all he can do is put on a brave face and do his best to prove that he's Useful still.
Outside of the book's context, Edward's character feels very much like an ideal of the upstanding Christian, which makes sense given Awdry's profession. Edward consistently turns the other cheek when people are cruel or rude to him. He stands up for himself through his deeds rather than giving in to anger. And that's a very important lesson to teach young children; being good and kind individuals leads to much better outcomes down the line. Edward feels like an intentional role model by which Awdry could deliver these stories to his son, and keep him as an interesting protagonist who taught important lessons about the importance of being kind and persevering through and despite adversity from both one's friends and family and outsiders. Many of us see Edward as a role model, as someone to aspire to, for this very reason.
The first example of Edward's kindness comes up in the very first story of the Railway Series. The coaches ask Edward to "not bump and bang [them] like the other engines do" (Edward's Day Out). And Edward obliges! He comes up to them "very, very gently" and takes them along. They're so grateful that they say they're glad he's the one who took them out. At the end of the story, he does have a moment where he tells the other engines: "I'm going out again tomorrow[;] what do you think of that?" (Edward's Day Out). Admittedly, this could be seen as slightly snarky, but I think it's moreso coming from a place of genuine excitement and wonder, like "Wow! Finally! Finally, I got to go out, and tomorrow, I get to do it again!" It doesn't feel malicious so much as wanting to share his joy with the others, mostly because he falls asleep right after. If he actually cared about their opinions or being right, he likely would have stayed up to hear them.
In the next story, Edward helps Gordon up the hill, and naturally, is not thanked by Gordon himself, but rather, his driver decides he'll ensure that Edward gets a nice new coat of paint in thanks for his hard work. It's quite clear though that Edward didn't help Gordon out of any expectation of a reward, or even a thank you. He did it because it was the right thing to do, and the driver noticed that. But an even better example of Edward's kindness being notable is in the next book.
After Henry is shut up in the tunnel for being vain, Gordon teases Henry about it, and Edward does not. This is pretty significant because it's rather likely that Henry was one of the engines teasing Edward in the first story:

It's quite likely that that's Henry on the left, there, with Gordon being on the second to right, next to Edward. Plus, looking at all of their smiles compared to Edward's distress, it's clear that Edward is the butt of the joke and everybody's laughing. Thus, it makes it all the more satisfying when Henry and Edward work together to pull the express, and Henry is rewarded with a new coat of paint. He wants a blue and red one, as then, he says, "I'll be like Edward" (Edward, Gordon and Henry). It's just delightful to see how Henry, who had also been unkind to Edward, now strives to be more like him due to acknowledging and seeing the kindness and grace that Edward has shown him even when Edward truly didn't have to. Edward, I think, is much more interested in making friends than remembering faults, and seeing this happen is just proof that his efforts are starting to bear fruit. What he's been doing matters. His kindness has begun paying off. And I think that this is more than enough to prove to him that his efforts AREN'T in vain. That choosing kindness will work. Edward has never been one to shy away from hard work, and this proves that it's both working and worth it.
Now, there's also times when Edward's kindness doesn't particularly help the recipient, and such an example comes in the form of the tale Thomas and the Trucks. Thomas wants to do something other than shunt, so Edward offers to let him take some trucks. However, Thomas doesn't know anything about trucks, and disregards Edward's advice about managing them. Perhaps it was irresponsible of Edward to allow Thomas to take the trucks--it could very well be a lapse in judgement that came about from wanting to do a favor for a younger colleague. However, I would also argue that Edward may not have known that Thomas had never dealt with trucks. When Edward offers, Thomas gives an enthusiastic yes. Plus, Edward clearly takes trucks to and from Barrow (he mentions that he's "got some trucks to take home tomorrow" in Thomas and the Trucks) and in the context of the story, it sounds like Edward isn't always at the same sheds that Thomas is at. Thus, he likely just didn't know that Thomas had no experience with trucks, and did indeed think that he was doing Thomas a solid. The Fat Director not being mad at Edward for his role in the mess also supports this; if he really felt Edward was at fault in any way, he wouldn't have given him compliments.
I think that a lot of the fandom also sleeps on James and the Top-Hat and Troublesome Trucks as great James and Edward stories. While it's true that James the Red Engine is often considered one of W. Awdry's worst, there's still some good moments to be gleaned from it. In the first story, James and Edward double-head a train as James has to get used to working on the railway. He gets steam all over the Fat Director's new hat and immediately wants to run away from his problems, urging Edward and his coaches on so that he can outrace consequences. He gets so overzealous that he accidentally overshoots the station, and he and Edward have to back up. Despite this, and his worsening mood, Edward is encouraging, getting them both up Gordon's Hill, and even tells him a story that causes him to laugh so hard he gets hiccups. Of course, James has to deal with the Fat Director's anger in the end, but it's clear that working with Edward, at least for a little while, brought him some comfort and relief. In Troublesome Trucks, when the coupling snaps on some of James's trucks and he has to figure out how to proceed, Edward offers help, but James refuses, wanting to do it himself. Edward then offers him encouragement throughout it all, and when James finally succeeds, is rewarded for his efforts by the Fat Director. This is an excellent start to James and Edward's friendship, which continues to deepen with time and makes their relationship in future stories such as Old Iron feel that much more organic. James comes onto the NWR as having messed up, by having a fiery debut that lands him in a field, and as seen in other stories, suffers from Gordon and Henry's derision as a result. It's my opinion that with this foundation, Edward's kindness is keenly felt and appreciated, even subconsciously, and pays off in dividends as the series progresses.
From the earliest point in their relationship, Edward is encouraging and kind, seeing James's attitude as a deep, genuine desire to do well and fear of being unable to live up to expectations. Edward knows those feelings! He's felt them keenly himself! And this is another reason why he chooses kindness: Edward has developed a keen eye for people (and engines). He has a good sense of how they're feeling, and why they may be acting the way they do. He can empathize with a lot of what everyone's going through, and that also makes it easier to choose kindness. After all, none of these engines are truly bad people. They can be arrogant and stubborn, but that comes with youth and prestige more than anything, and Edward has seen plenty of that smoothed away with time.
The last example I'll give is that of Edward and Skarloey in Skarloey Remembers. Edward knows Skarloey well, from bringing him passengers way back when, and seeing him looking worse for wear in an open-sided shed, stops to talk to him. He invites Skarloey to talk about his line and just reminisce for a while, because he knows that's what the other needs. Not to mention that he and Skarloey are on the same page about a lot of things; it's nice talking to a fellow older engine who just gets it. It's also very telling that Edward was chosen to introduce Skarloey and the Skarloey Railway; he's the best listener and it makes sense that he would have history with Skarloey. Just by listening and being invested in other engines' lives and things that they care about is he able to make genuine and meaningful connections with other engines, because Edward has learned that by listening to people, people will generally start also listening to you. It's another subtle expression of kindness that helps him connect with others and be part of their lives, and I get the sense that's really what Edward wants.
Part of Edward's idea of feeling Useful is not being lonely. He knows what loneliness is. He felt it when the Furness abandoned him on Sodor by selling him for cheap and essentially telling him to not bother coming home. He knows the shape of loneliness from staring at the other engines coming and going, never being chosen, his boiler cold. And so, when he sees other engines at their lowest, at their loneliest, when they feel foolish and without any support, he extends his kindness. He extends his empathy and support. He has been there, and wouldn't wish the same on any other engine. And he has seen how kindness pays off--perhaps not in the short term, but always in the long run. Edward's wisdom comes from one who has seen and experienced too much, and has worked hard to receive the love that he has. The world may be cruel to humans and engines alike, but that's what makes Edward's choice to be kind all the more meaningful--his kindness is given freely and rewarded handsomely, in ways both big and small.
Edward reminds us of what it means to be at our best. And it is that which makes Edward stand out for so many of us, 40 years on, as the kind of person we want to be some day.
Happy birthday, Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends, and a very, very happy birthday to you, Edward <3 Dry rails, and good running!!

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Hello again! I hope you’re doing well!
If you’d like to, could you maybe do a story where a supervillain befriends an oblivious civilian who doesn’t know who he is. And supervillain really cares about civilian, because everyone else is so terrified of him, that he has no genuine friends.
Then, supervillian has to rescue his civilian buddy from something, and this causes civilian to find out his best friend is a supervillian! :)
A Friend
Warnings: language? I guess that's it.
"What the hell?!"
Civilian all but yells, their expression incredulous. Supervillain does not respond, mostly because they have no idea how to. They check Civilian's head, then grab their hands, turning them around to check for any damage, but Civilian is too busy freaking out to pay them any mind.
"How is this... w-what the absolute hell is going on?" Civilian continues, stumbling over their words, unable to comprehend the revelation. How is this possible? Their best friend, the only person they could trust after the atrocity that was their life, is Supervillain. A criminal. The person who could obliterate the entire country if they put their mind to it.
"Does anything hurt?" Supervillain asks, their voice shaking as the rush of adrenaline subsides in their blood, giving way to unadulterated fear of losing their best - and only - friend. "Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?"
"I'm fine," Civilian sighs, taking hold of Supervillain's wrist and stopping their hand from feeling over their ribs. "I'm unharmed... uh, Supervillain?"
The way they say it causes Supervillain to freeze on the spot, eyes wide and full of terror. They know.
They know.
That could mean one thing and one thing only. Goodbye.
Supervillain nods, swallowing before they are able to form any words. “Y-yes, that’s me.” They mutter, not looking up.
Supervillain wasn’t one to be ashamed of their past or their impressive underground career – on the contrary, they were proud. They rose from dirt to criminal royalty on their own. All the while maintaining their honour. Was it moral? Perhaps not. But it sure as hell wasn’t as corrupt as the government. They kept the city safe and fair; they made sure no kid ever had to go through the hell they went through, and they protected everyone who turned to them for help. Even if their methods were unorthodox, they only demanded payment for sanctuary in the form of respect and loyalty. Or else they made it rain fire. Quite literally.
“But how?” Civilian questions, gaping at Supervillain, noting their guilty demeanour. They need to make sense of this. “Why? Just why?”
“Why… what?” Supervillain’s voice is barely audible as they dare to look up, meeting Civilian’s gaze with trepidation.
Civilian pauses, thinking for a moment to formulate a decent sentence but failing to do so. “I don’t know.” They let out a short laugh, earning a hesitant smile from Supervillain. A part of them wants to ask why the heartless criminal boss cared enough to walk into a collapsing building to save someone as plain as Civilian.
“I’ll leave after I deliver you to the hospital,” Supervillain sighs, shrinking back into their thoughts, misinterpreting Civilian’s silence for disappointment and anger. “I never meant to deceive you, for what it’s worth.”
“Then why not tell me?” Civilian questions, opening the door on the passenger side and plopping down on the soft seat. Supervillain, as flabbergasted as they are, gets in on their side and starts the engine, stalling. “You don’t trust me,” Civilian concludes.
“You’re the only person I trust,” Supervillain argues. It’s true, too. They went so far as to fall asleep in Civilian’s presence – something they only did in the safety of solitude.
“What was this for?” Civilian asks, surprised at their own calmness. They should be angry, distressed or at the very least disturbed. Yet they felt nothing of sorts. Just curiosity and a pang of something heavy in their chest. “What did you have to gain?”
“Nothing.” Supervillain cuts them off, glaring at the road like it was to blame for their predicament. “Nothing to gain, just to lose.”
“Lose what?” Civilian asks, staring at Supervillain’s perfect profile, struggling to decipher the pained look on their face.
“You.” The response comes short, simple and breathless. Supervillain feels like they are suffocating, their throat closing in on itself. Vulnerability meant susceptibility. Susceptibility meant weakness. And weakness meant losing. The agony they promised they wouldn’t face again. “And now I have.”
“Hm? I’m still alive,” Civilian shrugs, nonchalant as they place their hand on Supervillain’s, steering the wheel to the right – the road that led to their place. “Thanks to you.”
“But now I have to leave,” Supervillain states with a shadow of a sigh. It was ironic, really – they held the world in the palm of their hand, yet couldn't keep a friend.
Civilian quirks an eyebrow at that, their hand still resting over Supervillain’s. “Says who?”
The car screeches to a stop in the middle of the road. Civilian’s house is just around the corner, but Supervillain’s confusion is too far gone to use their brain. “You?” They try, finally turning to face Civilian.
“I never said that,” Civilian shrugs again, the corner of their mouth twitching up in amusement at Supervillain’s obvious panic.
“I-” They take Civilian’s expression in and it finally dawns on them, their eyes turning hopeful. “Really?”
Civilian lets out a low chuckle, shaking their head at the awkwardness of their friend. Criminal boss or not, this idiot was entirely too cute for their own good.
A/N: Hello, love!
Thank you for this request. This one took me ages to actually get to. I'm sorry for that, my inspiration gets moody sometimes xD I hope you'll still enjoy this. I sure enjoyed writing it.
Love ya :)
xo Sunny
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Don't think about Blitz swallowing back tears to appear angry as he asks Stolas what the fuck the point of keeping this deal up was if he was just looking for a chance to throw him away when he gives him the crystal. Don't think about the face Stolas would make. DEFINITELY don't think about Stolas finally losing his tight hold on his tongue and shouting at Blitz about how it isn't fair to either of them. For Blitz to be trapped by something he doesn't want, or for Stolas who just wants someone to love and value him. How he just wants to mean SOMETHING to SOMEONE so that he doesn't feel like the utter waste of space he's always been told he was. Don't think about him dropping to his knees sobbing or about him berating himself for still being pathetic. Don't think about the violent revelation that would be for Blitz, about how he would suddenly see himself in this man he's convinced himself couldn't be any more different from him.
Don't think about Blitz just standing there and staring for a long moment, before half tripping over himself to drop down and hug Stolas. Don't think about the broken way he'd try to tell him that he gets it, he really really does, but his care and his regard are toxic. Worse than having no one. Don't think about Stolas telling Blitz that his presence in his life has always been one of the only two things to ever make him genuinely happy. Or how Stolas could tell him Blitz's presence, even at its worst has helped him grow into himself in ways he never knew he could, but had always dreamed to.
Don't think about the immovable object of Blitz's disbelief being slammed against the unstoppable force of Stolas' genuine admiration. Don't think about the way hope might begin to blossom in Blitz's eyes or about the way that confidence could creep into Stolas' voice. Because this, this is something he can do, he knows how to talk, how to persuade, when he means it.
Don't think about Blitz putting every bit of obstinate stubbornness in his body toward convincing Stolas that that isn't true. Don't think about Blitz finally airing everything he he's done wrong to everyone he's ever wronged just to make sure Stolas knows he's trash. Knows he's not whoever Stolas has built him up to be in his mind.
Don't think about the horror in Blitz's eyes when Stolas goes still in his arms. How, for no more than a heart beat, Blitz is sure he's done it AGAIN and is already set to snuff that pathetic flicker of hope Stolas momenttarily awoke in him.
Don't think about Stolas's soft, kind voice telling him he doesn't care about that. How he isn't afraid of being hurt, he'd take pain over loneliness any day, and if Blitz hurts him, he will only ever come back for more and more so long as he cares enough to give him that pain.
Don't think about Blitz being both flattered and now terrified because what the actual fuck is wrong with Stolas, didn’t he JUST leave a relationship like that, he's too goddamn good to have to put up with that, didn’t he learn, doesn't he see?!
Don't think about Stolas looking at Blitz with heartfelt desperation, or Blitz looking at Stolas desperate heart feeling. Don't think about Blitz, who wants love more than anything, who wants to be chosen more than ANYTHING, absolutely trembling in the face of true devotion. He has no idea what to do with it, but his whole life has taught him to be opportunistic and he wants.
Don't think about him asking Stolas, one more time, so quietly he barely even sounds like himself "Me?"
Don't think about Stolas looking at him like he's the most glorious being in the cosmos, don't think about the reverence in his tone or the affection in his eyes as he tells Blitz that it's always been him. Don't think about Blitz trying not to cry and losing, settling for at least hugging Stolas so he can't see. The way the owl would wrap his entire body around him, finally finding exactly what he's been looking for and incomparably happy for it. Don't think about Blitz telling Stolas that it hasn't always been him, but that he's the first one he's ever chosen to come back to.
Just some things you shouldn't think about.
#stolitz#wow this really became a flash fic didn't it#whoopsie daisy!#helluva boss#helluva blitzo#helluva stolas
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Sylus NSFW-ish Ramble
(with a very short NSFW Xavier ramble at the end as well)
This isn't a story or anything - more like a random ramble/rant about him? (also a headcanon)
!Spoilers Ahead!
Okay, so for a long time now I've been seeing a lot of stories and posts talking about how rough Sylus would be in bed, and don't get me wrong, I agree,
Somewhat.
Sylus adores Mc, like he would giver her the world. This is like literally proven during so many different parts of the story, and one of the main points in his recent myth is that she was the only person who didn't see him like a monster. He LOVES her, and as the story progresses, this manifests in so many ways, most specifically how gentle he is with her.
Now, I'm personally a huge fan of the theory that Sylus was actually resurrected (which by the way is a whole other theory because I genuinely do not think Sylus is the actual villain of the story - especially now with the insinuations in the latest myth, but I digress) whilst MC was reincarnated, and I especially like the idea that he wasn't expecting her to be a reincarnation.
So imagine Sylus's shock when the only person who saw him for who he was, the one woman he only ever loved, was repulsed and disgusted by him.
Ouch.
He must have been utterly devastated and extremely hurt, especially knowing that this probably meant she had no recollection of who he was.
So obviously he's forced to start from ground zero, which leads me to my main point.
He must be terrified of losing her.
Which is why he's so cautious with how he treats her. He's rough in the beginning, yeah, but I honestly think this is just because of the frustration he has. He was so eager to resonate with her, literally trying everything, and as soon as he was told that it would hurt her, he stopped instantly.
I think this also is what causes him to realize that she isn't his MC, like yeah, she looks exactly like her, but she has none of their memories, and although they are still soul bound (im assuming because of their Evol linkage) it will take a while for her to remember what actually happened.
Which is why he's so PATIENT!!!
He is a huge tease and he plays all this shit up, but he cares for her in such a way that seriously leads me to believe that he would treat her as if she was made of glass when they first have sex.
He would want to savor it, make sure she felt good, relish in every single movement and sound, all the while being super gentle with her.
So yeah, the first time with Sylus, in my mind, is EXTREMELY vanilla. There would be tons of kissing, touching, pleasing you, and making sure you're ready - and he strikes me like the type to relish missionary or giving you control because he needs access to your lips after so long. (also he gives me some serious doggy vibes, but again, only if his mouth can be on yours the entire time.) He would want to make it special, mostly because I'm not quite sure him and mc ever had the chance to in their last life together, and even if they did, he missed her.
HOWEVER.
Let's be real.
He will always put your comfort first, even if you were to say that you only ever wanted to do gentle, slow and sweet vanilla sex for as long as you both lived, he would be more than happy to give you that slow and gentle sex for the rest of your life.
But the second you moan for him to go harder? Or ask if he can do it rougher????
My brother in christ you are COOKED.
Because that man will NOT hold back.
He will give you exactly what you asked for, and more.
So call sick to work beforehand, because you will not be able to walk the following day.
Anywho, yes, thats my Sylus ramble. It's pretty random, but I was starting to grow tired of constantly seeing people say that he's a man incapable of gentle or vanilla sex. Like he 100% loves a hot steamy slow makeout session while grinding into you and you can NOT change my mind.
He's def the type to make you use a safeword when you guys do start exploring though ;)
I also think that Xavier is very often misinterpreted, because I've seen so many people saying that he would be the softest and most delicate and inexperienced and submissive and finish the quickest blah blah blah-
And to that I will simply say.
HAVE YOU SEEN HIS CARDS??? THAT MAN IS A MENACE!!!
AND his character is associated with a bunny.
you know what bunnies do??
fuck.
A LOT!
that man is definitely not a saint...
LMAO anyways I'm done because this post is already extremely long, but I am FILLED with headcanons for all of the boys as well as mounds of theories and lore, so if you would like to hear more feel free to ask.
I can ramble all day long I fear.
And as a quick end note! I am in no way shape or form throwing any sort of shade to people who do believe the headcanons that I mentioned earlier! This is just my opinion, and you are totally free to have your own.
In fact-please do, because I would be lying if I said I didn't devour the fanfics with rough Sylus and soft Xavier anyways. 🤭
© milkiisss 2024. Please don’t plagiarize or feed my works into ai.
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Along with Camilla's and Bunny's, another pov I would love to see is Charles'. He had such a tragic development throughout the book, but we get to know very little about what he actually went through, and it makes it easy to put all the blame on him – of course, he was an abuser and that doesn't change, but it would still be so interesting to actually get his own opinion, without Henry, Camilla or Francis speaking on his behalf. Not to justify him, but just to see things the way he did and get yet another interpretation of the whole story.
We'd get to know what his and Camilla's relationship was actually like – and it would probably look even worse from his perspective. His encounters with Francis, too. He puts the blame on Charles taking advantage of him, even though they were probably both taking advantage of each other in some ways – but we never got to hear how Charles felt about the situation.
We'd get to see him slowly lose his mind to alcohol, and it would probably be even more subtle than how it felt from Richard's pov, making it even the more chilling. Him getting progressively more depressed, more irritable, more violent (and therefore, I believe, more guilty about his own behavior too), to the point of being basically drunk all the time, and feeling like a totally different person to how he was at the beginning.
And then we'd get to see him get more and more paranoid about Henry. I would have loved to see more of their dynamic, because while I've seen some people reducing it to a love triangle with Camilla (?), it wasn't just that, and Charles had quite a few valid reasons to hate him. Henry pulled Charles into the whole mess basically against his will – he was the only one who, more than once, tried convincing the others the murder was a bad idea, and no one listened to him and listened to Henry instead. He was depressed for Bunny's death. He got coerced by Henry to get involved with the police too, having to bear the weight of everyone possibly ending up in jail if he did something wrong.
He realized that all of this was mostly Henry's fault, but then the situation with Camilla came along, and Charles suddenly understood he had just become the next target Henry might have wanted to get rid of – and he even tried to. He had every right being scared of him, but the others barely even believed him. So the paranoia turned into genuine fear for his life, until he eventually snapped, and we know what happened next.
All of this was hidden behind Richard's pov, which definitely made it difficult to understand his actions or how he was feeling. As much as I don't like him as a person, he really grew on me and genuinely became one of my favorite characters. And seeing it all from his perspective would be terrifying.
#the secret history#tsh#charles macaulay#henry winter#camilla macaulay#bunny corcoran#francis abernathy#richard papen#charles.....#but can you imagine how he must be doing after the ending#it would have been so heartbreaking to see him again in the epilogue#kinda happy he didn't show up that would've been my last straw tbh#actually nevermind i just want to read the story from everyone's pov#🌻
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Horror Movie Marathon: They React to The Blair Witch Project

Luke was put to bed and is not allowed to watch the movie
Lucifer
• He appreciates the realism of found footage and the naturalist of the characters
• He keeps mentioning things they’re doing wrong almost as soon as they begin and you get camping with Lucifer flashbacks
• As soon as the characters find the graveyard and accidentally knock a cairn over he shakes his head. “Childish mistake” What does that even mean?
• Lucifer doesn’t get scared by horror movies but he appreciates the tension building as noises and bizarre happenings increase every night until someone disappears
• When the map is lost he begins informing you how to avoid that situation and what to do to get out, including escaping actual paranormal circumstances which just unnerves you
• He nods his head and smiles as it ends, approving of the movie and genuinely enjoying it
Mammon
• If you tell him it’s a real documentary, he will dead-ass believe you and be that much more scared
• He thinks he’s safe in the daylight until they go deeper into the forest and he just knows something’s gonna pop up but when nothing does he’s more disturbed. What’s making the snapping stick sound?
• They’re just lost, where’s all the bad stuff? Then he wonders if it’s a ghost and he’s even more terrified because you can’t really see those
• The noises get weirder and people begin to vanish and lose their minds and he’s so unsettled, he keeps waiting for the witch to pop up and scare him
• Suddenly the movie ends with a scream and he’s screaming too. He’s so fucking unsettled that he never saw the Blair Witch and will not go near a forest for a while. He’s pretty convinced the Blair Witch is real.
Leviathan
• He’s okay with watching a horror movie but even more so a found footage film. He loves the awkwardness of the lead, it’s relatable
• He tells you how he would’ve gone about documenting it and what they got right and wrong. He enjoys how authentic it feels as a documentary
• He’s creeped out as things start happening at night and clings a little closer to you
• When everyone starts arguing it reminds him of a dinner they had the previous week and relaxes until it gets so much worse
• He’s pretty stiff when the ending comes, he’s prepared to see the witch but instead it’s a loud scream and he jumps
• He enjoys it but uses this movie as an excuse to stay inside
Satan
• Satan loves genuine documentaries so he really likes watching found film movies and this is basically the OG, the one that popularized the genre so he’s excited to see it with you
• Without spoiling it for himself he researches the directors, cast, and artistic direction. He also watches the fake documentary that aired before the movie
• He loves camping so he enjoys the forest setting and laughs creepily when things begin going wrong. He finds it amusing for some reason.
• He keeps mumbling directions under his breath by mistake and he’s really invested and paying attention to details you wouldn’t have seen on a seventh watch.
• He loves the movie, especially the fear of the unknown you get with never seeing the Blair Witch
• “Did they base this off the Cranber Witch?”
• “The what?”
• “Never mind, it’s better you not know.”
Asmodeus
• He’s not so big on the idea of a horror movie, especially after he wanted to relax for the night but he comes around to it for you
• He thinks the idea of tracking down a witch sounds like fun and is under the assumption it’s an actual documentary about missing persons.
• It’s fun and relaxing until they come across the graves and he knows that’s a bad sign. “Never disturb the graves, that’s what happened to Mammon.”
• When the first guy disappears and they find what’s left of him later in a bundle of sticks he begins snuggling up to you, feigning fear
• By the end of it he’s actually scared and shaking and must be comforted and told it’s not real or he won’t be able to get his beauty sleep
Beelzebub
• He doesn’t mind documentaries or horror, it’s perfect for snacking on popcorn
• He really enjoys it and then it gets to the forest and it’s a little unnerving hearing all the sticks breaking and things moving around
• He thinks they’re just lost but he’s so wrong. He keeps asking you questions about what’s happening and grows more concerned
• When Josh vanishes he really starts worrying and keeps looking over at you and occasionally pauses chewing so he can focus better on the movie
• He shakes his head when Heather follows the disembodied voice into the abandoned house and when the movie ends suddenly after a scream, he jumps a little
• He wonders what happened to all of them and is happy to be told it’s not a real documentary
Belphegor
• He’s against these people from the beginning. He just seems to genuinely dislike the characters
• He theorizes which of the rumors of the Blair witch will turn out to be true
• He calls almost everything, that Josh would vanish first since he knocked over the gravestone, that they’d be lost, that they’d hear children laughing
• Nothing surprises him, he’s commenting on it very casually as if he’d seen it before
• When things really start going wrong and everyone is panicking he laughs at them and cheers when things go wrong. He just really doesn’t like them and calls them idiots.
• He’s satisfied with the ending and asks if the bodies were ever found. He’s somewhat disappointed it’s completely fictional.
Solomon
• Solomon has heard a lot about the movie and has a general idea of what happens but is still excited to see it with you
• The rumors of the Blair witch were so intense when it came out he had to look into it as someone who guards humanity
• He’s excited to finally see what it’s all about and enjoys the dedication to the roles and the incredible improv the cast uses
• He sees all the strange things in the background and correctly predicts the eerie things coming their way. He also explains when and why some of these things would show up which makes the movie unnerving for you.
• When it’s over he’s very happy with it but says it’s oddly familiar to the Cranber witch and refuses to elaborate
Simeon
• Simeon isn’t a fan of horror movies and relaxes that it’s in the form of a documentary.
• He finds all the rumors of the Blair witch to be dreadful and wonders what kind of bloodshed he’s gotten himself into watching
• He enjoys the movie growing increasingly eerie and compliments the writers and actors about it.
• He analyzes the witchcraft-like things he sees and explains what would happen in real life which makes you cling to him a little so he makes a point of spooking you a little for fun.
• He’s disturbed when Josh’s remains are found but figured it’d happen.
• He’s very surprised by the ending and his heart beats fast as he waits for the appearance of the Blair Witch but it never happens and he’s still convinced it’ll happen during the credits
• He likes the movie but he’s not fond of all the cursing
Raphael
• He pays very close attention to the movie, not even speaking. He looks like he’s taking mental notes of all the Blair Witch rumors as if he intends to do something about the fictional situation
• His eye twitches each time someone curses, so the big argument scene is not a favorite of his
• He keeps looking at you, wondering why you aren’t disturbed and you realize he thinks this is all real. You don’t tell him because you want to see it he’ll actually go hunt down a fake witch.
• He’ll let you hold him if you get scared or feign fear because he thinks that is a natural response to the increasingly hopeless situation the trio have found themselves in
• By the end when Heather screams and is dragged away and the credits roll, he’s shaking his head and really looks like he’s about to go fight something. If you decide not to tell him it’s fake he will be pretty annoyed with you after looking for a witch that never existed. If you do tell him it’s fake he relaxes a little and can take in the movie and enjoy it more
Thirteen
• Thirteen loves a good horror movie, she also thinks they’re great inspiration for traps, especially during Halloween
• She doesn’t really vibe with the main characters and tells you this is why humans die so easily in the real world because they chase after dangerous things with too much confidence
• Thirteen enjoys all the gruesome rumors of the witch and loves it when all the bad things begin popping up. She takes notes on small stationery for ideas of scaring people, like children laughing, shaking camper’s tents, and making twig figures
• She keeps thinking the Blair witch will show up because she wants costume ideas and even though she’s a little disappointed she never got to see it she has a eureka moment and begins planning an ultimate prank to scare Solomon without ever being seen
• She enjoys the movie and would 10/10 watch it again
Mephistopheles
• As a reporter he appreciates the found-footage style horror genre. Though he’d never usually watch horror for the fun of it, he does enjoy seeing the movie that popularized a new genre of horror
• He critiques the character’s style of directing and tells you what questions would be better to ask
• He knows it’s supposed to be horror but he finds getting lost in a forest so easily to be a little silly—until things go very wrong
• Things escalate so quickly he completely rethinks his opinion of the movie thus far and by the end of it when Heather screams and disappears he is a little shaken
• He claps when it ends and praises the directing of the movie and the growing unease you get as you watch it.
• Immediately proceeds to write a lengthy review that might show up in the RAD newspaper about human world horror movies.
Barbatos
• Horror doesn’t affect Barbatos and even without his powers he can tell exactly what’s going to happen but he’s happy to relax with you and watch it anyway.
• He’s mostly silent as he watches but asks for your opinion now and then
• He shakes his head when the grave is knocked over and warns you that this is a fast way to make spirits angry with you
• He also warms you against continuing your path when you see piles of rocks or twig figures. He explains these things are very much real and you’re guaranteed an awful fate if you find them and to just call for him if you do.
• He makes the movie a thousand times more unsettling with his real-life input and horrific trivia
• He laughs when they hear strange noises and scolds them when they leave the tent. Compulsory advice is now a habit after caring for Diavolo
• He enjoys the movie and finds it a pleasant experience. He can see why some humans were “Foolish” enough to believe it was real
Diavolo
• Diavolo loves watching horror movies so he was very excited to see the good reviews the movie got, and before it could begin he goes over the trivia and history of it with you to get you more excited about it
• He’s munching away on the popcorn pretty eagerly at first and complimenting the backstory and scenery
• He becomes more quiet as things begin to go wrong and holds your hand when scary noises and twigs break sound through the night
• He begins feeling bad for the characters, even though he knows it’s just a movie, and tries giving advice to them
• “Oh no,” he says completely seriously when they find Josh’s remains. Practically shouts at Heather not to enter the cabin and when she disappears he shakes his head and says he told her not to. He does this very seriously
• He smiles again when the credits are over and pretends he wasn’t scared (unless it’ll get attention from you) but he avoids the forest for a while because he’s well aware those terrors truly exist. He just doesn’t tell you that.
#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#obey me diavolo#obey me mammon#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#obey me mephistopheles#obey me thirteen#obey me raphael#obey me barbatos#obey me beelzebub#obey me horror movies
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