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koenigami · 2 months ago

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tags : child!caleb & child!reader, fluff, angsty wc : 600 synopsis : oh, to be a carefree child again.

He winced at every strangled sob and shuddering breath that sounded through the room, seemingly tearing through his chest and amplifying the guilt he was feeling. Keeping his eyes glued to the carpet beneath his feet, Caleb shyly looked up every once in a while through wet and clumpy eyelashes, checking whether you had calmed down. Grandma Josephine cooed soothing words into your ear while gently swaying you back and forth in her lap.

“I didn’t hurt her-”

“Liar!” You interjected and pointed an accusatory finger at him, tears still trailing down your puffy cheeks. Josephine hushed you gently, her fingers tenderly combing your hair back and keeping it out of your face. The other hand still held a cooling pad pressed against your sore knee.

It had all started with one innocent little quarrel. A stupid one at that, because if he remembers correctly, it had something to do with him tearing your favourite plushie. An old, ugly one whose stitches were meant to give in sooner or later. Apparently, Caleb had underestimated how much said toy meant to you since you wouldn't leave him alone until he admitted your accusations.

However, having had enough of your tantrum, he simply had meant to get to his room and pushed you aside. He remembers it also being the day he learned that his physical strength was by far more developed than yours. Because what he had calculated as a light shove, had actually led to you stumbling and your knees harshly hitting the floor. The second your eyes found his, he knew he was done for. Desperately, he had tried to hush you, apologising profusely while trying to calm you down. Yet, the damage had been done and when gran alarmedly came out of her study, curious to know what the commotion was all about, Caleb knew that there was no backing out.

“Now, now, kids.” She chided, a gentle smile on her face as she set the cooling pad aside. His eyes widened slightly when she offered him an open palm and coaxed him to sit down beside you two on the couch. “I'm sure it was all just a really bad mishap. Accidents happen, you know? But-” Gran's face took on a more serious expression as she turned toward him. “You're a big boy now, Caleb. You gotta be more careful.”

He remembers her talk about how the both of you need to have each other’s back, take care of each other, even if you're mad at one another. That he, as the older between you two, should be the one to protect you.

That day, the argument had been resolved pretty quickly, with linked pinkies, exchanged sorrys, and one last tight hug. Many following quarrels were resolved in the same way, with the both of you always keeping in each others' minds that no matter what had transpired during the argument, none of you would ever purposely intend to hurt the other.

Somehow, it was all so much easier when you were kids.

Because now as he stands in front of you, his gaze a little darker, his voice a little colder, and your wide scrutinising, almost fearful, eyes observing him as if you were looking at a stranger-

Will you believe him that he has not changed? Will you believe him that he has never meant to hurt you?

Will things between you change now that he's sure that his love towards you, and his intention on keeping his promise to protect you, both stem from feelings that are significantly different than those that he had for you when you were unbothered children?

#caleb #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #lnds caleb #caleb lnds #caleb love and deepspace #caleb x reader #caleb x mc #caleb fluff #love and deep space #lads x reader

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neuvislover · 10 months ago

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☆༉ — 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷. 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.

pairing. neuvillette, wriothesly, lyney, chlide, cw: slight sexual themes, no smut, gn!reader genre: fluff, established relationship

about. genshin men having baby fever

request. Hiii, I saw your requests open, so I was wondering... Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Thoma, and Childe + baby fever, showing it as rubbing/kissing reader's belly or being clingier than usual

note. I apologize that this took so long and that I've been away for quite some time but I hope u enjoy this

𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂 — the realization hit him hard, and it hit him deep. he wanted a family, and he wanted it to be with you. the mere thought of you all swollen up with his child in your stomach elicited all sorts of emotions inside him. the vision of you rocking your baby to sleep as returned home after a long day made his heart light up. the thought of you sleeping side by side with a mini him brought a dimension of bliss. He couldn't wait to see you having his child, couldn't wait to build up a family with you.

𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 — the thought of having a child had been lingering in his brain for days. he is trying to ignore it, pushing it aside yet every time he sways his thoughts it is just getting stronger day by day. his hands were wandering around your stomach rubbing and caressing your soft skin. taken aback by the sudden affection neuvillette showed you because he was typically not the first one who gets needy in the morning. so you fixed your position to see his face properly. cupped both of his cheeks with your palms and laid your forehead on top of his “neuvi what’s wrong?”. he didn’t answer you albeit he pulled your waist closer to him and ran his big palms on your stomach.

“just thinking, my dear”

𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓪 — he has always had a soft spot for children. whenever he sees kids playing in inazuma city he can't help but smile and feel a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. he’s always quick to help a child who’s fallen down, offer them treats, or entertain them with funny faces and stories. thoma reads books and articles about parenting, wanting to be well-prepared. knitting up adorable baby clothes, He enjoys every second of it, thinking about the day he’ll dress his own child in them. he often finds himself smiling at the thought of little everyday moments—like walking through the market with a baby in a carrier or tucking a child into bed with a bedtime story.

𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮 — grinning as he watches your smile widen at the baby in front of you both at the store. a playful giggle fills the air, warming his heart as he imagines a future home with you and the baby. childe is already very family-oriented, often talking about his younger siblings and how much he loves them. his baby fever stems from this deep familial bond and his desire to create a family of his own. despite these thoughts, his eyes remain fixed on you as you bag the groceries. you ask if everything is okay, and he responds with a gentle smirk and a kiss on your temple

"Hmm, just perfect, sweetheart."

𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽!:

𝓓𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓬 — tho he doesn’t openly show his feelings but often watches families and children with a soft, contemplative look. He sees parents with their kids in mondstadt and feels a deep yearning for a family of his own. diluc yearns for a family of his own and starts making small gestures hinting at his baby fever, like buying cute trinkets or toys when he sees them. he prepares himself mentally and emotionally for fatherhood, practicing patience and empathy. diluc carefully discusses his dreams and hopes for a family with you and secretly plans how he would decorate a nursery in the winery.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #⋆.ೃ࿔*:･neuvilette my beloved #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #genshin fluff #childe x reader #thoma x reader

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midnight-in-town · 1 year ago

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Ao no Exorcist is a Shonen series written by a woman and it shows

Since the latest chapter, I've been thinking about how several usual Shonen tropes are written rather differently under Kato-sensei's pen. No judgement or anything, it's just cool to observe. Some examples :

1) Rin's mentor is a woman

2) Rin's secret, despite being the MC, was revealed in ch13 to the entire cast, meanwhile Shiemi, The Main Girl, who was introduced to be so helpless is only starting to be explained.

3) Also, the Mysterious plot-relevant Shonen Parent is actually the twins' mother. (Of course Shiro is super plot-relevant too, but Satan is still angsting over Yuri and she's a huge part of the reason why he's the big bad)

4) Rin also changed his view about his future throughout the story: from dropping out of school, passing by hoping to become the Order's Paladin (probably to cope with Shiro's death and also to antagonize Arthur), to finally showing way more interest and potential in the (less epic and heroic in appearance) field of talismanic cooking.

5) When it comes to arcs, mental illness is a valid reason to build a character arc around...

6) And so is making an arc about girls being "cursed" to basically "get married and have children before they hit 30, the age where their beauty fade thus they become useless" :

7) ANE is a story about women becoming traitors to protect their loved ones, like Mamushi

or becoming overwhelmed because men toyed with their feelings like Tamamo

8) Older women can be absolute badasses like Shiemi's grandma

or Lucy.

9) Complicated mother-daughter relationship and girl friendships are given as much focus as complicated father-son relationships and sweet bro friendships (like Bon and his dad during the Kyoto arc, as well as the complicated but deep bond between the Kyoto Trio)

10) And one of my favorites: full time single dad, asking for help to do the job as well as he can and finding his true purpose in life by doing so :D

Hmm and now that I think about it, the only other Shonen series written by a woman I've been as invested in is Kuroshitsuji, by Yana Toboso, and similar examples can be found in it too, namely:

1) If Ciel ever finally admits needing a mentor, his aunt Frances will probably play that role

2) Girls can be super strong & skilled (Elizabeth, Mey Rin) and clever (Sieglinde)

3) (one part of) the Big Bad is a woman (Queen Victoria)

4) maybe Ciel's entire revenge stems from a conflict between Queen Victoria and Ciel's maternal grandmother, Claudia.

5) the Undertaker has been a continuously freaking pain in the ass because he probably fell in love with that same maternal grandmother and couldn't mourn properly

TL;DR we love our boys and their spectacular growth and development under women's pens a.k.a shonen series written by ladies are hella fun to read. :D

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to-the-stars8 · 5 months ago

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Book Shop Nanny

It was too nice of a day in Gotham to pass up sitting in the park. So, you packed up a little basket of food, a picnic blanket, and some toys, and rounded up the brood of children to force them into a day of outside activities. They all were enthusiastic about it, in reality, and even Mr. Wayne decided to join you.

Now, you were sat between Damian, who was getting a bit sleepy already, and Mr. Wayne, who looked too pale in proper lighting. The rest of the kids, save for Dick, were running about playing a sham game of badminton. You watched them happily, your heart leaping with every childish giggle or joke. Then, you noticed the eldest Wayne boy sitting across from you.

Dick was torn between paying attention to the group and a fine pair of brown eyes not too far away. You looked to where his eyes were to see a young redheaded girl sitting on a blanket with some friends, giggling away. Like you, they were having a picnic.

Smiling, you said, “You should go talk to her.”

“What?” Dick said.

Bruce glanced down at you, now focusing on the conversation right next to him. He didn’t say anything but listened as you said, “I see you staring at her, Dickie. Just go say hi.”

Looking over his shoulder, Bruce saw Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Jim Gordon’s daughter, sitting with her friends. Dick stumbled over his words, eventually getting out that it wasn’t really an option for him to go up and just talk to her.

“Do you know her?” You asked. When Dick nodded yes, you added, “Then it shouldn’t be a problem. Just go up and say you saw her over there and wanted to say hi.”

The boy seemed a little more interested now. “What if she really doesn’t want to see me?”

“Then get the hint and leave her alone. You’re making this too complicated.”

“What do I say?” Dick said.

Bruce was going to give some advice at that point, just to seem like a parent, but you were quick with a response. “After you say hi, ask her what she’s up to today. Just ask her about herself. People love talking about themselves.” You took a moment to yell to Jason not to be so rough with Tim and Duke before going on. “For instance, if someone asked me about my books, I’d never shut up.”

“But…” Dick paused to think. “Well, okay, I guess.”

Slowly, the boy got up and made his way over to Barbara’s group. She smiled upon seeing him approach and immediately invited him to join. Smiling, you told Mr. Wayne that you knew everything would turn out.

After a few minutes of silence, Bruce finally asked, “I never took you as much of a reader.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said with a bright smile. “I would say I read about as much as Jason, but I think he might have me beat.”

Bruce chuckled. “If reading ever becomes a job, I think Jay would be ten times richer than me...You’re always welcome to the books in the library at home, you know.”

You smiled kindly at Mr. Wayne. “I do now. Thank you.”

“Well, I think a majority of them are law and medical books, but it never hurts to brush up on your STEM knowledge.”

You laughed a little and adjusted Damian on your lap. “Oh, I’d say the books I read are a little medical.”

“What do you read then?”

You smiled before turning back to the kids, and he began to wonder if what you said had a little mischievous double meaning. Bruce stared at you, trying to find something to say, either about books or just about you, but couldn’t find the right question. Finally, he settled on just suggesting that, after the park, maybe they could all go to the bookstore. You agreed heavily, thinking that Jason and the rest of the kids would enjoy it.

“You can get something, too, if you like,” Bruce offered. “I think we can fit it into the budget.”

You laughed a little too hard at the joke, not having anticipated it from Mr. Wayne of all people. “I mean, if we can squeeze two pennies together then why not!”

“But, you do want to go?”

“Of course, I’d do anything for a free book,” You said with a playful wink.

Bruce chuckled as he looked back at his kids, thinking that just maybe there was a bit of weight in your advice.

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knight-of-flowerss · 9 months ago

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I Will Wait.

Part one.

|__> part two will have smut I think :p also if u wanna be added to the house of the dragon tag list pls comment on here and I’ll add u!!

Benjicot ‘Davos’ Blackwood x Bracken!Reader.

Fluff + a bit of angst

Song inspo: I will wait by Mumford & Sons

Masterlist

Being a Bracken was hard. Well, being a Bracken girl was hard. Your brother, Aeron, was a pompous arsehole. Always acting like he was this big, tough knight, when in reality, he was a little boy who was playing as a pretend knight.

Your uncle, Humfrey, also known as Lord Bracken, was also a pompous arsehole, but he knew how to toy with people. He wasn’t a pretender, he would make promises and keep them. Like the promise that he would get one of his guards to whoop you as a child if you didn’t stop misbehaving, and as all children are, you continued misbehaving, and as you can expect, your uncle stuck to his words, even had the nerve to laugh at you when you tried to sit down on your sore bottom the next morning.

There are many things wrong with House Bracken. But the worst and most annoying of all was the ongoing rivalry between House Bracken and House Blackwood.

Apparently, to the Blackwood’s, years and years ago, the Bracken’s poisoned their dear Weirwood tree. It could be the truth or it could be another of the miscellaneous lies that both houses seemed to spew about each other to back up their rivalry. But in reality, I don’t think either side really knows why they hate eachother.

But what you did know is that you love a Blackwood.

And that was wrong.

Benjicot Blackwood was a sweet boy. Shy and caring. He was everything you wanted in a man. And he didn’t care that you were a Bracken.

Even when you were little, Benji always intrigued you. He was an honourable boy, an honourable man. He would never include a girl in a family feud that all stemmed from jealous men.

“Benji.. the war is coming, isn’t it?..” You whispered to him. You were both deep in the forest, Benji sitting up against a large tree, and you lying in his lap, your head resting on his chest as you get your large dress comfortable on the ground. Playing with his shirt, you look up at him, seeing him staring infront.

“Yes my love. I’m sorry but I must fight, it’s what I was born for. If I cannot protect my Queen then what type of Lord am I?” Benji breathed out. You sit up slightly, placing your left hand on his leg and your right on your chest, your faces inches apart.

“And what about me Benji? If you cannot come back alive then where does that leave me? Married off like a brood mare to the highest bidder? Dead at the hands of the other Blackwood’s? And what if Aegon wins? You could get executed for going against the crown-“

“And you can’t? Rhaenyra will win. And when she does she just might have mercy on the disloyal houses like House Bracken. Or she might kill you. But I know my Queen. The backers of the usurper cunt call her King Maegor with teats. She mourns her children! Her legacy! But even after all that she would spare the lives of those serving the pretender, because she is a good Queen.”

Tears brim your eyes as you stare at him. Wishing this could all be different. “Benji.. I don’t care who wins and who loses, I just want you. I want us to marry and grow old and have children, I want to not be afraid to love you Benji..”

Leaning your head against his, you squeeze your eyes closed and pressed your lips together tightly, trying not to spill tears or a pathetic whimper.

“I’m sorry my love. I promise you I’ll be back. And when I do, I promise I’ll marry you under the Weirwood tree, under the Old Gods and the New. I’ll love you unconditionally, no matter what any Bracken or Blackwood say. You are mine and I am yours. The day we get back, I either ask for your hand or take you as mine if anyone objects.”

You open your eyes and look at him, lips parting slightly. “Really?..” He adorns his sweet little smile finally and let’s out a small, breathy laugh. “Of course my love, you mean the world to me and I’d rather die than let you be used as a political piece for those piece of shit Brackens. Always have been a piece of shit, do you know what your uncle did to my father when they were-“

You grabbed his face, slamming your lips onto his, it was probably the last time that you could and you were going to make the most of it.

It had been two years. Two full Fucking years. It was over, finally. The usurper, Aegon, had been defeated.

From the start of the war ‘til now, you had matured a lot. All Noble women and children of the Riverland houses had lived in Riverrun since the war started, protecting the houses heirs and family.

Two years ago you were naïve, wide-eyed, and dependent on your surroundings to comfort you. Innocence was your very essence.

Now, post-war, you had come to terms with the world, it couldn’t change, people will continue to kill each other for power. But also, you were ‘ready for children’ according to Lady Tully. She claims your hips have widened and your breasts have grown. She is determined to find you a living husband to carry on your Bracken line but in reality, you wanted to taint that line, with Blackwood blood.

Soldiers were returning home.

Finally, your family was returning home.

Thousands of men from each houses spewing through each and every crevice, determined to get home.

Tully men made their way towards the Riverrun to celebrate their victory with their wives and children, with those who fought bravely along side with each other.

Darkmont men marched their way home, proud banner men who were eager to pray to the Seven, giving thanks for the victory that the Warrior gifted them, grateful that the Warrior answered their prayers of protection, valour and skill in battle.

The Piper men stalked towards the Pinkmaiden Castle near the Golden Tooth and the border with the Westerlands. Their loyalty towards the Tully’s unwavering in and out of battle. They make their way home while their faces reflect their words, ‘Brave and Beautiful’.

Other houses marched home, House Endymion, House Deddings, House Teague and others. They were all either matching home or to Riverrun to celebrate. You would try and pay more attention, but you’re too busy to acknowledge each and every men as you’re looking out for your man.

Your silly, crazed, depraved man that, hopefully, still has that shy, tender-hearted, gentle and loving boy inside.

You were just about to turn away, to pack up and return home to see what was left of your family, when you see it.

Three sets of flags, each having a trail of burned, bloodied and beaten soldiers following.

In the middle there rode a man holding the Clement House coat of arms on a large banner, a white flag with for blue, jagged line going down vertically.

They were loyal men of the Tully’s, Defenders of the Riverlands but there is only so much those soldiers can do before they stick their swords through their chest due to the constant bickering of the houses on either side of them.

On the left of House Clement, there was your family. House Bracken. Holding their golden banner with the Carmine coloured Stallion plastered in the middle up high as if they weren’t serving the pretender, the usurper, the loser. They had been defeated, yes. But their life long rivalry with the house over the field seemed to make them forget that.

You finally spotted your brother, Aeron. He looked utterly defeated. But that was in his eyes, his body and mouth concealed his battered condition with a confident facade.

Even from so far away you could tell they were bickering. They always were.

Finally your gaze drifts towards the right of House Clement, to your enemies.

A large, grey Stallion, big hooves, a dark matted mane with bit splotches of white and grey littering it the further you get towards its back legs moved in sync with the others at the front of the House Blackwood line. It was the most beautiful horse you had ever seen, trotting at a slow pace and showing off its regal strut. For being such a big and burley horse, it was quite elegant.

But, as beautiful as the horse was, a god sat atop it. The Maiden herself reincarnated as a Blackwood boy, Man.

Benjicot Blackwood had returned, more a man than those marching. He held his family’s banner up high, displaying their victory.

You smiled and stepped away from the window, running through the halls of the Riverrun. You stood at the front of the gates, greeting men as they trotted in.

All the other houses entered or passed and then finally House Clement entered, the banner men leading the Fyrd.

Next came your house, House Bracken. Your cousins and siblings came boasting in. Upon an auburn horse, your brother chucked the banner to the on foot soldiers and got off his horse.

“Sister!” Aeron shouted as he rushed towards you, “The fucking bitch Queen won, the little fuckers burnt half our house, I’ll fucking kill them.”

“Maybe it is for the best Aeron, we should at least be grateful she hasn’t burnt us to a crisp. And.. I’m glad to have you back brother.” You smiled and pressed a palm to his cheek. He sighs and wraps his arms around you tightly, “I’ve missed you sister, truly. It was horrifying out there, you ever seen a dragon rip a man to shreds? Well, hopefully not. Has everything been alright while we’ve been gone?”

“Of course it has brother, I’m a Bracken after all. A Bracken woman. I know how to handle myself. Now, go inside and show everyone how a Bracken stands tall, even after a loss.”

He smiled at me, tightly nodding. He let of me and started walking inside, catching up with our cousins on the steps.

Finally, finally the Blackwoods came marching. But that large stallion wasn’t matching at the start, Benjicot Blackwood, your Benji was no where to be found in fact.

Panic set in through you. Where had he gone? Had he fled? Had your family hurt him? Your questions were left un-answered as Lady Tully came out.

“Sweetheart, come inside, celebrate.” She spoke to you with great kindness, her hands gripping the sides of your arms and gently pulling you away into the Riverrun.

While the Lady Tully was coercing you inside, Benji was arguing with your uncle, Lord Bracken.

“Your false, usurper, cunt of a ‘king’ has been defeated Lord Bracken, I see no reason why you still think you can act like you have the upper hand.” Benjicot had started to lose his temper.

He had came to Lord Bracken to ask for your hand in marriage, to throw away their rivalries and start a new beginning of joint houses. Of course this was not Benjicot Blackwood speaking, Benjicot Blackwood would rather die than admit this. No, this was Benji speaking. This was the boy who loved a woman speaking.

But as time passed, his new nickname gifted to him in the war came shining through, Bloody Ben came out. He started losing his temper, lashing out at your depraved uncle, calling out his foolishness.

In reality, Benjicot was being just as foolish, lashing out at a Bracken while their large hoard pricks surround him, fucking stupid. But, he had brought Oscar and Kermit Tully alongside him, two long friends of his. So if shit went down, at least they’d die together.

As the bickering continued, both Bracken and Blackwood became increasingly more agitated and aggressive, the two Tully boys standing there like they’re ready to kill them selves and not the men coated in yellow.

“Young Lord Blackwood, do you really think I’d let your tiny Blackwood cock defile my innocent neice?”

Benji huffs, “Lord Bracken, your neice will have the taste of a real man, not a Bracken boy. The gods know we are destined-“ , “You worship the old gods! You will not say the fake gods destine you and her.”

Kermit moves forward, leaning to whisper into Benjicot’s ear, “Ben, maybe we should leave”, Benjicot puts a hand on his chest and softly nudges him away.

“Lord Bracken, rest assured, the old gods and the new know our binding of houses will avoid years of bloodshed in the future-“

Lord Bracken interrupts him, “Why would you want out houses binded? The Blackwood’s hate the Brackens and vice versa, it’s been like that for years, why would you of all people want that? You wish to take a jab at House Bracken while we are at our weakest? Belittle us?-“

“I love her.” Exclaimed Benji, Kermit looked to Oscar and Oscar rolled his eyes, just wanting to sit and feast, tired from the war.

“You know nothing of love, boy.”

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @tiredsleepyhead @onlyrealjoy

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the-labyrinth-of-me · 5 months ago

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I don't know if that has been discussed in the past, but I wanna talk about a few things that stand out in the apartment of the Wakes, at least for me. First off, it's absolutely weird that the apartment looks nothing like the one from the first game, neither interior nor floor plan wise. Before Alan was trapped in the Dark Place, the apartment looked drastically different. Photos for comparison:

Seems like a regular home of a best-selling crime novelist, right?

The apartment in Alan Wake 2 has, as already mentioned, a different floor plan and weird structure. Like you leave the elevator and there aren't even any further doors, let alone a hallway. As if the Wake apartment was the only one on the whole floor. Then there's the entrance area with the cameras from Alice that set off once Alan leaves the elevator, with a few paintings on the wall (like graffiti) that seem to have replaced the skyline posters.

Then you enter the actual apartment. It holds a layout that doesn't make much sense. There's also no bathroom / toilet and Alice's studio seems to be missing. Some other paintings of graffiti on the wall mix with really old, outdated, simple furniture. Nothing that displays wealth for the cozy feeling of a real home, it's rather minimalist.

If only the furniture would be outdated, though...

A collection of old files, devices (seriously, who has a telephone like that in the 2010 and upwards years?), and old toys. Since the Wakes don't have children and there wasn't any mention that they, at any point, planned to start a family, one can assume these toys weren't bought for children to be born and they seem to be well-used as well. Maybe Alan's toys from his childhood?

The books all seem to be really old as well.

All that old stuff and the composition, how things are placed and displayed, rather give me the feeling I'm walking through a museum rather than an apartment.

(wtf why is there even an accordion??)

And if we take a closer look at the kitchen...

... we see a weird oven and coffee machine. Stuff we'd expect to find in restaurant, maybe. Or a diner. A very specific diner.

Moving on, what catches the attention in the living room isn't only the lack of a television (although the Wakes had one in the first game), despite the TVs can be found practically everywhere in the Dark Place in the most odd spaces. But not in an actual apartment, of all things? Hmmmm. As if someone deliberately choose not to have one. Maybe the one who is imagining that whole stuff?

Which would be my conclusion to the weirdness of the apartment: dream logic mixed with whatever is left of the apartment in Alan's memory mixed with what is necessary for him to move on. TVs is what he might be kind of scared of, since often he sees another version of himself speaking insane rants. Nothing he could use that close to escape. The old furniture and books and toys could really stem from his longterm memory, his childhood home blended in with his actual one, from his subconscious. His mother seems to have a key role because she was the one who gave him the Clicker. And he never got to know his father. There definitely is some pain in his childhood years. Maybe he has a box somewhere in which he keeps some of his toys?

In dreams our brain processes what we experience throughout the day, sometimes memories mix in, or things we suppress / are in denial about bc we're too afraid to confront them. That could be one explanation of the interior of the apartment. His childhood even gets a small section in the musical since we walk through his old bedroom. So, early memories are covered. Brings us the next subject - striking what isn't necessary to move to. Alice's studio apparently isn't necessary (and something he doesn't have a connection to. Makes even more sense considering her work didn't contribute much to their income, as she says in the video. So her office might be kind of invisible to him. His work being the "more important" one.) Bathroom? Not necessary. Interior replaced with old stuff bc its more important to him, maybe? But what about the industrial oven and coffee machine? That really seems to be a nod to the Oh Deer diner, where his journey (and demise) practically started. Where he got the keys for the Bird Leg Cabin and met the Dark Presence for the first time. It seemed to have left a mark. Rose, the superfan waitress who helps him from the real world. Rusty, the first major Taken he had to fight (iirc Stucky came after Rusty). The Old Gods and their stupid jukebox. I'm not gonna link Coconut here don't worry. There's also a pack of the Bright Falls Blend coffee on a shelf.

Summarized, we can say that dream logic blends all kinds of things together whenever Alan visits the apartment in the Dark Place. Not to mention that it even looks different each time he goes there, during each draft. If I find the time I'll try to draw floor plans of each version. I think it's very interesting.

If you made it this far, thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

Edit for additions / stuff from tags (holy shit is this a long post now)

- @taniushka12 yes you're right of course, the bathroom appears later however and not during the first draft. It seems Alan readjusts the apartment due to what he needs to go further, or Alice had a say about this. Idk. The bathroom appears in the next draft I think, with the expedition. He remembers they have a bathrooms yay! But it still looks completely different.

- @omena-perkele thanks for elaborating on that. I was planning to go into more detail about Alan progressively forgetting how his home looks like but only put it in half a sentence lol. It's my interpretation of how empty the apartment actually is, like not much personal belongings, if any. Bedroom is almost empty. There are pieces of furniture he remembers or remembers there should be some at certain walls in the rooms, but many empty spots. The rest is mixed with old stuff and dream logic / dark place fill-ins.

Thanks for each comment on this!

#alan wake 2 #Alan wake 2 meta #Alan wake #Alan wake meta #alan wake remastered #remedy entertainment #I just love stuff like that. Hope you enjoyed it!

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lettiegrief · 9 months ago

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Best moments from book 2 of the revised version of TGCF for me

Hong Hong-er asking Xie Lian to hold him and snuggling into his arms like a kitten:

"The child cuddled into Xie Lian's arms, as well-behaved as a kitten." Chapter 58

Hong Hong-er covered Xie Lian with a blanket:

"Xie Lian suddenly woke up, turned around, and felt something slipping off his body. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a patched blanket." Chapter 71

Xie Lian comforting Hong Hong-er and giving him a daruma doll to sleep cuddling with it:

"The child hugged Xie Lian tightly and cried a little. Tired of crying, he finally fell asleep. Xie Lian remembered that many children liked to hold toys while sleeping, but he didn't have any toys, which made him very distressed. He went around looking for someone to beg for help and finally got a daruma doll to put in his arms and let him hold." Chapter 60

Xie Lian holding the flower given by Hong Hong-er tightly close to his heart, as if it was the most precious thing in the world and being comforted by it:

"But when he lowered his head, he saw a lone little flower not far away from him.

Xie Lian wasn't sure when that flower appeared there, so he freed his hand and took it.

It was a small flower. A snow-white flower, the light green calyx and thin stems were still wet with dew, like tears, and it looked very pitiful. The light fragrance felt familiar, unobtrusive yet refreshing.

He couldn't help but hold the flower tightly and close to his heart." Chapter 73

#tgcf #xie lian #heaven official's blessing #hua cheng #tian guan ci fu #hualian #hob #crown prince of xianle #mo xiang tong xiu #mxtx tgcf #crimson rain sought flower #hong hong er #tgcf revised version

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phoenixremix69 · 1 month ago

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Holy fuck guys, i just thought of the saddest Owl House AU ever. I call it the unified world

It all stems from one very simple premise; What if the Day of Unity happened before Luz ever came to the isles?

imagine it, your parents all leave to go to this massive celebration and you're watching on the crystal ball, eager to see this glorious new world. and the next thing you know, everyone is dead. and not just them, adults, older siblings, neighbors, everyone with a sigil all over the isles just slumps over dead. Only about 100 or less wild witches are left scattered around the country. and the children are left to rule over the dying country full of dangerous monsters that love to eat flesh they've inherited

Amity made it out better than most, Ed and Em didn't have sigils so they're still alive. But dammit, Hexside needs order and it looks like she's got to be the one to do it. The children have to be protected. So she takes over with Boscha as her number two. and they make hexside...not safe, but better than outside. Order must be maintained

Gus and Willow leave. Amity's made it pretty clear how she feels about Willow and she's not about to let anything happen to Gus, someone needs to be his rock. poor little guy, not even 12 and his whole world is gone. at least they met up with the legendary owl lady. surely she could protect them if anybody.

She can't. Oh, it was a normal day. she was watching her sister and her ex on the crystal ball, lamenting days gone by. then suddenly, everyone she's ever loved is gone. It's just her, King, and Hooty left. And now these two kids on top of that. And they have to keep moving. The owl house was safe for a few weeks, but then this one monster showed up, covered in eyeballs and screeching about a door and attacking the crap out of them. She almost lost an arm to it. looks like whatever it is heard about her human world goods and thought it could escape to the human realm. Well like crap she's letting that happen. It doesn't matter that without Morton around she's slowly losing her body and magic, she has to keep the kids safe. Worst case Scenario, She's shoving all the kids through and giving them the key. Let this rotten world rot with all of them inside it.

The Collector doesn't like this game. It was going to be so Fun! the Day of Unity would happen, Philip would free him, and they could start a new game. But none of that happened, All he did was shove the disc in his latest grimwalker's arms and shove them both down a big hole, and even if the toy survived the broken leg(gross, did all mortals have that weird red water inside them?) it started dying anyway once the spell started. At least it listened to him when he told it to slice it's arm off. But then the lack of food(right, mortals need food?) made it turn to stone to conserve energy, and it's not like HE can wake it up stuck in this disc. Now he's got no one to play with

ROTTEN UNFORGIVABLE WITCHES! HE'S WON! YOU'RE ALL DEAD AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE COURTESY TO GIVE HIM WHAT HE WANTS FROM YOUR CORPSES! WRETCHED PALISMEN ALL RUNNING TO THAT FALSE IDOL THE BAT QUEEN! HE NEEDS THAT DOOR NOW! HE WILL HAVE THAT DOOR! HE WILL GET WHAT HE DESERVES! IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!

#the owl house #owl house au #day of unity #amity blight #toh amity #willow park #augustus porter #gus porter #eda clawthorne #eda the owl lady #the collector #toh collector #toh belos #emperor belos #philip wittebane #owl house fanfic

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miss-dollette · 3 months ago

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Ghiaccio’s backstory and (Het.) Romantic headcanons.

Backstory:

Spent most of his time alone, as he felt isolated from the other children because they were afraid of his temper. He was intensely sensitive to others and made sure to express his feelings in the way he showed them the most - rage.

His own siblings didn’t play with him for the same reason. Though they lived in the same home, Ghiaccio was territorial and would snap at them for playing with his toys. It wasn’t just yelling, it was physically destroying things and hitting them with strength fed by his rage.

Extremely intelligent and sporty, his parents praised him for those qualities, but besides that, he wasn’t acknowledged all that often. Instead of getting him help for his anger as a young boy, his parents decided to not bother talking to him, because they’d rather not accidentally trigger him into a rage fit.

This led to him to feeling like a stranger in his own Home. A sense of dread would swell in his chest, as he felt his own family had abandoned him. Despite how he expressed himself, he had a deep love for them, but he was troubled by his overactive anger.

Him and his father would get into fights the most. He began to deeply dislike his father as he grew older.

Puberty hit him like a truck, and his anger issues were fed by his hormones like gasoline. His parents sent him to a school for troubled children after he had gotten expelled from his school for beating another child so badly, he had fallen into a coma.

It didn’t do much to help him, it only made him angrier. And soon enough, his parents couldn’t handle a growing Ghiaccio anymore, and he was given up into the system to be raised by the government. They were afraid of what he could do to his siblings on a bad day.

At Foster care, he began to run away, fighting police officers when they came for him, and he’d spend weeks on end in juvenile detention centers, where he almost thrived in that violent environment. Most of his cell mates were moved to other cells, because he’d beat on them for annoying him.

In the detention centers, he’d spend most of his time vigorously working out, and reading Winter sport magazines, raging when he read anything about his favorite athletes losing or do something stupid. But his favorite thing to do was hurting others. Any excuse would be used to fight.

Once he turned 18 and aged out of the system, he returned home one last time, and beat his father, and was officially exiled from his family.

Found work at a dock, lifting heavy shit and moving things around. He took his first life there. He had killed his former boss with his very fist. An insatiable hunger for the thrill of taking a life bloomed at that moment.

Now a fugitive on the run, he found himself working for Passione as a petty thug, intimidating and beating the crap out of anyone that he was pointed at. His talent for violence and his clearly intelligent mind moved him up in the ranks, until he was summoned by Polpo, and was given his Stand.

Risotto, who saw potential in him, personally asked for him, and trained him into a fine assassin.

La Squadra Di Esecuzione was formed, and Risotto’s investment paid off. Ghaccio was a natural born killer.

Romantic:

Overprotective, to an overbearing degree. If he even gets a hint of disrespect in your direction, the subject of your ire’s nose would be smashed in by his fist (and my god, does he have some power behind those punches), and you’d have to beg him to stop before he kills the poor fool.

On the upside, you don’t have to worry much about disloyalty on his end. He’s loyal as loyal gets. And yes, he is possessive. Once you make your mark on his heart, you’re his - completely. And that’s because it stems from an insecurity from his childhood, where he felt as though everyone who should have stuck around didn’t. He couldn’t bare to lose you. So he’d subtly isolate you from others.

Jealous as hell. This man will monitor you, probably following you when you’re out and about because you didn’t answer your phone that one time, making him spiral into a puddle of insecurity, just thinking about you canoodling with some other guy (fucking).

Would never physically abuse you, but he’d punch the shit out of a wall (classic white boy move) when he got pissed off.

He would need constant reassurance from you if he thought your relationship was threatened. And he’d make constant decisions for you. Partly because he wants to help you, but also to reinforce his dominance over you.

Would try to isolate you. He’d take care of things, under the illusion that he’s being a good boyfriend, but it’s really about you not being exposed to anyone who could take you away.

Don’t even think about wearing those skirts you used to wear before you got with him. He’d control the way you dress, like some fashion dictator. Anything that could get someone else’s attention would drive him completely nuts. He would also want to protect your dignity from prying eyes. Paranoid, much.

And he would have misogynistic tendencies. Not exactly an outright misogynist, but some of his behavior will stem from him being male, and you being female. He would expect loyalty, submission and obedience from you, like a good girlfriend. He would be more likely to disregard your thoughts. He wouldn’t forget what you said, but he wouldn’t give it much mind.

He would limit your independence because “you’re too good for this world, and this world would destroy you.” How touching.

Wow, he would be really toxic as a boyfriend. But he would definitely have a good side.

Could be incredibly sweet and tender when it’s just you and him. He’s a show, don’t tell kind of guy. You won’t hear “I love you,” but you’ll know it.

He doesn’t “half-love” this guy loves with his whole being. He would share his thoughts with you, feeling as though you’re the only one who could fully understand him.

Total show off. Would totally use his stand to ski down the side of a mountain in the middle of the summer just to see your reaction. Would freeze a lake to take you ice skating because he hates how crowded ice skating rinks are. He would do some dumb ass, shit that would equally scare and excite you. Like, picking you up and skating with you in his arms at fast ass speeds. You’d be begging him to let you go, but laughing and giggling at the same time.

Remembers everything. If you mention something you like, he’ll cultivate your interests, gifting you presents of your favorite things.

Overall, a very intense guy, but has a whole lot of heart.

@thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli

#ghiaccio #jjba ghiaccio #la squadra x reader #la squadra #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #la squadra di esecuzione #ghiaccio x reader #JJBA Ghiaccio x reader #jjba part 5 #jjba golden wind #jjba vento auero

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