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rispwr · 3 months ago

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Hate you - chapter 3 - J.JK

Pairings : ex! Jungkook x ex! Reader

Notes : didn't get to do my word goal again:(( will definitely do it again next chapter. we don't talk anymore by charli puthh "what kind of dress you're wearing tonight, if it's holding onto you so tight, the way i did before"

Genre : Ex2L, angst, slow burn, fake dating, slice of life, fluff, e2l, corporate rivals, smau, smut

Sypnosis : ‘You were always told that hating someone is the only way it doesn’t hurt but what if you can’t hate him? No matter how hard you try your heart will always find it’s way to his’

2 years after breaking up with your boyfriend of 2 years you were finally on your way to become the ceo of your family’s company your rival turns out to be your ex.

Contents/warnings :

Misunderstood break up, insecurities, mentions of self harms or mental health issues, jk is mean at the start, yelling, sensitive language or words, mentions of family trauma, corporate au, smart (both), mentions of yoongi x oc, mentions of cheating, soon to be ceo! Jk, soon to be ceo! Oc, oc is still named Y/n or {__}, corporate rivals?, fake dating, lack of communication, death of a character, mentions of suicide attempt. not proofread

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Can't believe this

February 10, 2027 — Present Time

You’d decided it was finally time for Yoongi to meet your mother. His calm demeanor and unwavering support had been your anchor during some of the toughest times.

Your fingers were laced with his, the warmth of his hand grounding you. The two of you looked effortlessly coordinated in matching blazers—his in classic black, yours in a crisp white.

As you reached the door, you took a deep breath and pushed it open.

And then you saw him.

Jungkook.

He was seated next to your mother, deep in conversation, his voice low and composed. His hair, once a warm chestnut brown, was now jet black, styled into a sleek, elegant mullet. It framed his face perfectly, the strands slicked back with precision. His right arm rested casually on the table, the sleeve of his shirt rolled up just enough to reveal the intricate tattoos that snaked up his skin.

This wasn’t the Jungkook you once knew. He carried himself differently now—poised, polished, and every bit the powerful CEO.

Your heart clenched, a mixture of shock and betrayal surging through you.

“Mom?” you said, your voice cutting through the quiet hum of the room.

Both your mother and Jungkook turned to face you, but it was your mom who spoke first. “Oh, Y/N, dear. I was just about to tell you about our new brand deal—”

“No,” you cut her off sharply, your tone icy. “I don’t want to, Mom.”

Your mother frowned, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. “Y/N—”

Before she could continue, Jungkook stood, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Y/N, listen—”

“It’s Ms. Kim Y/N to you, Mr. Jeon,” you snapped, your voice sharp and unyielding.

Yoongi shifted beside you, clearly sensing the tension. “Uh, maybe I should step out—”

“No, no, Yoongi,” you said quickly, your tone softening as you glanced at him. “It’s fine. We’ll be out of here soon.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. His gaze flickered briefly to Yoongi, his expression unreadable.

Your mom sighed, attempting to mediate. “Y/N, this partnership could be beneficial for both companies. Jungkook’s team—”

“I don’t care,” you interrupted, your voice firm. “We don’t need this deal, not if it involves him.”

The weight of your words hung heavy in the air.

Jungkook’s face remained stoic, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, perhaps, or frustration. “Understood,” he said finally, his tone even.

Without another word, you turned and walked out of the room, Yoongi following close behind.

Once you were out in the hallway, Yoongi gently squeezed your hand. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

You nodded, though your heart still raced. “Yeah,” you said quietly, looking up at him. “I am now.”

I gathered my bag and slid out of the car with his help, the cool morning air brushing against my face. Adjusting my blazer, I turned to him and said, “I’ll be out late, so don’t wait for me or pick me up. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a respectful nod. His stoic expression didn’t waver, but I knew he’d make sure everything was handled as usual.

Just as I was about to step inside the building, my phone buzzed in my hand. It was Yoongi. I couldn’t help but smile as I answered.

“Heyyy, wanna go out tonight?” he asked, his tone playful.

I hesitated for a moment, remembering the plans I’d already made. “Well... I kinda have plans with Namjoon and Sana tonight at the club,” I admitted. “But you can come. Can you?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said without missing a beat. “Pick you up or just stay at your place?”

“My place,” I replied, knowing it would be easier that way.

“Alrighty. See you, pretty,” he said smoothly, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“See you,” I said, hanging up.

I slipped my phone back into my bag and walked into the towering office building. The lobby was sleek and modern, filled with employees and visitors. I walked confidently across the polished floors, my heels clicking rhythmically as I made my way to the private elevator reserved for executives.

Once I reached my floor, the familiar scent of fresh coffee and crisp paper greeted me. My assistant, Sejun, was already waiting by my office door, his usual clipboard in hand. He was a sharp dresser, his navy suit perfectly tailored, and his hair neatly combed back.

“Good morning, Ms. Kim,” he greeted me with a polite bow. “Someone sent you a letter. It’s on your desk.”

I raised an eyebrow. “A letter?” It wasn’t often that I received personal mail at the office, especially in this day and age.

“Yes, it was hand-delivered this morning,” Sejun explained as he opened the door for me. “It seemed urgent.”

I hummed in acknowledgment, stepping inside my spacious office.

I sank back into my chair. After all the training, coaching, and pressure to step up as CEO, I’d finally started to find a rhythm that felt… right. There was satisfaction in this work, a sense of control I hadn't experienced before. For months, I'd felt buried under the weight of everyone’s expectations. But now, as I glanced around my office, I felt the slightest glimmer of pride.

With a small smile, I gave in to a rare moment of relaxation, spinning slowly in my chair. Just as I was beginning to feel settled, something caught my eye. A sleek,brown, small envelope lay on my desk, standing out starkly against the polished white surface. I frowned. The name on it was written in bold, elegant script:

To: Kim Y/N, CEO of RNT Inc. From: Jeon Jungkook, CEO of GCF Productions.

My heart dropped as I read his name. Jungkook. After everything, after years of hurting me, he was reaching out now? My fingers hovered over the envelope, hesitant, but curiosity won. I picked it up, feeling the weight of the paper in my hand, the texture rich and smooth under my fingertips. Slowly, I slid my nail under the seal and pulled out a letter, already bracing myself for the frustration I knew would come.

The very first line felt like a slap to the face.

Dear Y/N, the love of my life.

A harsh, bitter laugh escaped me, almost involuntary. "Is he kidding?" I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes. He had to be joking. This was the same man who’d walked away without a single explanation, leaving me to piece together the wreckage of my heart on my own. Yet here he was, casually calling me "the love of his life," as if that title could erase everything that had happened between us.

Taking a breath, I continued reading, my fingers gripping the edges of the paper.

I wrote this letter back in December 2025, almost a year after we broke up. Well, after I broke up with you. I know what I did could never be justified, nor will it ever be okay, and I’m writing this to tell you I’m truly sorry.

I’ve spent every day since hating myself for how I hurt you. I couldn’t even bring myself to face you and say it out loud. I was selfish, Y/N. I was only thinking about myself, my fears, my insecurities. But the truth is, losing you was the biggest mistake of my life. I know I didn’t deserve you then, and I probably never will. You deserve someone better, someone who can love you fully and without hesitation. I was never that person, and for that, I’m sorry.

A slight tremor ran through my hand as I lowered the letter, blinking back the prickle of tears that threatened to gather. So that was it? That was all he had to offer? An apology scratched out on a piece of paper, years after he'd torn me apart? I felt a strange mix of rage, sadness, and exhaustion welling up in me as I reread his words.

I’d spent countless nights trying to understand why he’d left. I’d gone through every possible reason in my mind, analyzing each argument, every little moment that might have led him to walk away. And here he was, admitting to being "selfish," "insecure," and telling me he’d "made a mistake." But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed an answer that made sense, something to validate the pain I’d gone through.

I let out a shaky breath, the frustration building inside me. His "explanation" was just a reminder of how deeply he’d scarred me. All those moments I’d doubted myself, the insecurities that had crept in because I thought I wasn’t enough for him. And now, he was telling me that none of it had been my fault? That he’d just been... scared?

I felt a surge of anger rise, mingling with the hurt I’d buried over the years. “So that's it, huh?” I muttered to myself, voice edged with bitterness. “You just get to come back and apologize? You get to ‘hate yourself’ for what you did, and that’s supposed to be enough?”

Another part of the letter caught my eye:

You deserve someone better, someone who can love you fully and without hesitation. I was never that person.

My eyes narrowed as I read those words. I didn’t need someone to tell me what I deserved—I’d worked hard to find peace, to rebuild myself without his validation. I’d made it to where I was now because I had pushed through the heartache, and I refused to let him swoop back in and disrupt the life I’d built for myself.

My gaze drifted to the windows, the city skyline gleaming in the afternoon light. This was my world now—a world I’d crafted from the pieces he left behind. And the more I thought about it, the angrier I felt. He had no right to just appear out of nowhere and stir up these emotions, no right to force me to relive the pain I’d worked so hard to bury.

I glanced down at the letter one last time, reading the final lines, feeling the bile rise in my throat.

If I could go back, I’d have done things differently. But I can’t change the past, Y/N. I know you might never forgive me, and I understand. I just needed you to know how sorry I am. You deserved better, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be that for you.

With a bitter laugh, I folded the letter neatly, my fingers pressing down on the creases with a sharp finality. “You’re sorry?” I whispered to the empty room. “No. It’s too late for that.” My voice trembled with the weight of years of bottled-up resentment.

For a brief second, I considered crumpling the letter, letting it join the discarded pieces of him I’d long since cast away. But instead, I placed it back on the desk, staring at it with a cold, unfeeling gaze. Jungkook could write all the letters he wanted. He could regret everything he’d done, but he’d never be able to undo the damage he’d caused.

“You miss your mommy, huh? How about me? Don’t you miss me?” he said in a playful, high-pitched voice, scratching behind Cosmo’s ears. My dog wagged his tail enthusiastically, clearly enjoying the attention.

Smiling to myself, I crept quietly toward the couch, leaning down to wrap my arms around Yoongi’s shoulders from behind.

“Y/nnn!” he whined in surprise, tilting his head back to look at me.

I laughed, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Surprised you, didn’t I?”

He huffed, a small pout forming on his lips, before breaking into a grin. “Cosmo misses you,” he said, pointing dramatically to the dog. “And this person too.” He jabbed his thumb toward his chest.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, you’re funny,” I said, shaking my head. “Let me get ready, and we can head out to the club?”

“Sure,” he replied, leaning back into the couch. “Which club is it, anyway?”

“Oh, Namjoon just opened a new one nearby,” I said, making my way toward the bedroom. “It’s called Serendipity.”

“Cool,” Yoongi said, his tone casual. “Leave it to Joon to pick a name like that.”

After finishing the final touches on my outfit, I stepped out of the bedroom, feeling confident. My eyes immediately met Yoongi’s, who was leaning casually against the armrest of the couch. His gaze softened as he took me in, a small, appreciative smile curving his lips.

“You’re always beautiful, babe,” he said, his voice low and warm. He pushed off the couch, closing the distance between us. “You know, I was thinking…” His hand reached up to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. “Maybe we could just stay home tonight? Just you, me, and Cosmo.”

I crossed my arms, giving him my best pout. “Yoongi,” I whined. “This is the opening night. Namjoon will kill me if I don’t show up.”

He chuckled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to my pouty lips. “I’m just kidding,” he said, his laughter rumbling against my cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Besides,” he added with a wink, “I can't wait to see the new club anyway.”

at the club

“Babeee! You made it!” Namjoon grinned, pulling me into a quick hug. Sana followed, giving me a playful nudge before turning her attention to Yoongi. She stepped back, arms crossed, and eyed him from head to toe, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Ohhh, so you two are together now, huh?” she said, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Well, not exactly yet,” I admitted with a small smile, glancing at Yoongi, who simply shrugged with his usual calm demeanor.

Sana leaned in closer to him, lowering her voice. “Listen, Yoongi,” she said, her tone light but with an edge of protectiveness. “You know what her ex did. He broke her, left her shattered. If you even think about pulling something like that…” She smirked, “Let’s just say you’ll be picking up your pieces from the floor.”

Yoongi didn’t miss a beat. With a playful grin, he gave a mock salute. “Understood, ma’am. Won’t let you down.”

Sana laughed, giving him a soft punch on the shoulder. “Good. I like this one,” she said, turning back to me. “Don’t mess it up.”

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, Sana, let the man breathe. Y/N’s got good taste.”

We made our way deeper into the club, finding a table near the center. The place was packed, people swaying to the beat under the shimmering lights. Namjoon leaned in, his voice barely audible over the music. “You might want a heads-up,” he said. “A lot of important people showed up tonight.”

“Oh? Like who?” I asked, taking a sip of the cocktail Sana had handed me.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, then said, “I’ve got a new partnership lined up. They’re interested in using the club as a film set.”

“Really? That’s amazing!” I said, genuinely impressed.

“Yeah,” he nodded, his expression slightly cautious. “It’s with GCF—Golden Closet Film Productions.”

The name hit me like a freight train. My smile faltered as my grip tightened around the glass. GCF. Of all the production companies, it had to be his.

“That’s…interesting,” I said, keeping my tone neutral, though my heart raced.

Namjoon noticed the shift in my demeanor. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Before I could respond, a familiar figure stepped into view. The air seemed to thicken around us as Jungkook made his entrance, his confident stride drawing attention. His sharp suit and slicked-back hair.

He didn’t notice me right away, but when his eyes finally landed on our table, they locked onto mine.

The moment Jungkook’s face came into view, panic surged through my fading consciousness. He couldn’t get my company, and now he had to come after Namjoon’s? My mind spiraled, and the pounding music faded into the background. My vision blurred, and before I could process what was happening, my legs buckled beneath me.

The world tilted, and everything went dark.

When I came to, faint voices surrounded me. My head pounded, and the bright lights overhead stung my eyes. Slowly, I began to piece together what had happened. I was lying on the floor, my body weak and heavy. As my vision cleared, I saw three men hovering over me.

Yoongi was the first to catch my attention, his face etched with worry. His hand rested gently on my shoulder, his voice calm but firm as he whispered, “Y/N, stay with us. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Namjoon was on my other side, his brow furrowed in concern. “Breathe, Y/N,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with panic. “You’re going to be fine. We’ve got you.”

And then there was him.

Jungkook.

The one person I never expected—or wanted—to see like this again. His face was pale, his hands trembling slightly as he checked my pulse. His eyes, usually so confident and cold, were filled with something I hadn’t seen in years��genuine fear.

“Someone call an ambulance!” Jungkook’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. “Now!”

I blinked slowly, my vision flickering in and out. I could feel Yoongi’s grip tighten protectively, as if shielding me from the man who now knelt beside me.

“Y/N, wake up,” Jungkook pleaded, his voice softer now, almost desperate. “Please.”

Why was he here? Why was he acting like he cared? The questions swirled in my mind, but my body betrayed me. I was too weak to push him away, too drained to tell him to leave.

The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me again was Yoongi glaring at Jungkook, his jaw clenched, as if silently telling him to back off.

But Jungkook didn’t move. He stayed right there, holding my hand, as if he had any right to.

The ambulance raced through the city, its sirens blaring as it made its way to the hospital. Inside, tension was thick in the air as Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook all hovered around me, waiting for any sign of movement. The nurses worked swiftly, checking my vitals and preparing me for transport.

One of the nurses, a woman with a no-nonsense attitude, looked over her shoulder at the three men. "So," she began, glancing between them, "what are your relations to the patient?"

Namjoon spoke up first, his voice steady but tinged with concern. "Uh, I’m her best friend. Kind of like a brother, but we’re not family... just very close."

Before the nurse could respond, Yoongi interrupted, speaking with an air of calmness that didn’t match his inner turmoil. "I’m her... partner. We’re not exclusive," he said, his eyes still on me.

The nurse raised an eyebrow, but she nodded, jotting something down on her clipboard. Then her gaze shifted to Jungkook, who had been unusually quiet until now. "And you?" she asked, her voice neutral but probing.

Jungkook hesitated, his eyes flicking to me before he finally answered. "I’m... her ex." His voice faltered just a little, but he didn’t look away, clearly uncertain of how to explain himself.

The nurse gave a quick nod, her expression unreadable as she continued her work. "Alright, noted," she muttered

Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook all nodded in unison, their faces still drawn with worry.

As the nurse made her way to the front of the ambulance, muttering something under her breath, it was clear she wasn’t too keen on this complex situation. "Tough," she mumbled, not entirely directed at them but loud enough for all of them to hear.

The other nurse cleared his throat, breaking the awkward tension. “We’re almost at the hospital. Just hang in there, alright?” He gave a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to the equipment.

at the hospital

"Okay, it seems like her vitals are stable," the doctor began, "but it appears there may be an underlying issue—more psychological than physical. I suggest she undergoes a check-up with her psychiatrist."

He paused, looking from Yoongi to Namjoon, then to Jungkook. "Does she have any psychiatrist or—?"

Before he could finish the sentence, Yoongi spoke up, his tone calm but firm. "Yes, she has a psychiatrist, and a therapist as well," Yoongi added, as if it was no big deal, but the words seemed to hang in the air, carrying an unexpected weight.

The doctor nodded in acknowledgment. "Good to know. I'll make a note of that," he said, before turning back to the charts.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's eyes narrowed, shooting Yoongi a quick glare.

Is he trying to rub it in on me that he has her or what?

Jungkook thought, feeling the subtle sting of jealousy. But he kept his thoughts to himself, watching as the others focused on the doctor.

The doctor continued, "I'll send the nurse in with the medication and a prescription."

Namjoon, who had been mostly silent up until now, spoke up, his voice tinged with concern. "Is there anything she should avoid or...?"

The doctor looked up, his expression softening slightly. "Avoid stress, skipping meals, too much screen time, excessive caffeine, and salty foods. That should help, at least for now," he advised. "She will be discharged tomorrow once she wakes up. We’ll keep monitoring her overnight."

Yoongi and Jungkook, both clearly anxious and equally invested in my well-being, bombarded the doctor with questions at the same time.

"When should she take the medication?" Yoongi asked, his voice urgent but trying to remain composed.

Jungkook jumped in right after, his tone sharp with impatience. "And how much should she take? Should we be worried about any side effects?"

The doctor looked between the two, raising an eyebrow at the sudden competition for answers. It wasn’t lost on him how the situation was unfolding. "It’s really up to her, but I recommend following the instructions on the prescription. If you’re both helping her, make sure she stays hydrated and follows a good routine," he said, handing over a piece of paper with the details. "Just keep an eye on her mental health. That’s the priority right now."

Namjoon, who had been standing back a little, exchanged a quick glance with Yoongi. He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly under his breath. "I think the doc's right, you guys. She needs care, not a competition," he joked, trying to break the tension.

"Where am I?" I mumble, still feeling dizzy.

And then it hits me, my confusion turning into full-blown panic. I sit up quickly, my head spinning, my eyebrows furrowing in frustration. "what the fuck is happening?" I yell, completely freaking out. My heart is racing as I try to slap myself, muttering under my breath, "This is a dream. This is a dream." I say it enough for them to hear me, hoping I’m just imagining this whole nightmare.

Before anyone can respond, I hear the doctor’s voice, soft and nonchalant. "Alright, I think it’s time for me to go out," he mumbles, and the door clicks shut behind him.

I stare at the empty doorway for a moment before scoffing bitterly. My emotions are spiraling out of control. I turn my attention to Jungkook, the rage bubbling up inside me. "Wow. Just—just wow," I say, pointing a shaky finger in his direction. "You! You took two, three and a half years to finally show up in my life again?? Are you trying to ruin my life or something?" My voice is shaking with anger, every word feeling like it’s tearing me apart.

"Y/N," Yoongi tries to calm me down, but I don’t want to hear it.

"No! This is all stupid!!" I yell, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. My hands cover my face as I try to stop myself from breaking down. I can’t hold it in anymore, and I let out a frustrated yell. "Fuck! You guys should’ve let me die there!" The words slip out before I can stop them, too raw, too real, but they’re there, and I hate myself for saying them.

"I’m sorry, Y/N..." I hear Jungkook’s voice, but it only makes things worse.

"No. Save your fucking sorrys," I snap, cutting him off, my heart pounding in my chest. "When you can finally man up and tell me why the fuck you left me, and what was your reason for it, then maybe I’ll listen to your sorry. Until then? You won’t be hearing a fucking word from me."

"fine!" I watched as Jungkook stormed out of the room, his blazer in hand, his anger vibrating through every movement.

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ickbite · 8 months ago

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WEEPING ANGEL! — Megumi one-shot!

megumi fushiguro x weeping angel!reader

she/her pronouns used, misunderstood reader

Megumi knew he was screwed, his time was coming to an end and he didn’t know what he did to deserve it. His life has only been misfortune after misfortune; his dad was never involved in his life, and then tried to sell him to the Zen’in clan, then he got adopted (which was a plus!), but his adopted dad got sealed despite the fact that he was the strongest.

Even though everything was going fine with Megumi’s life in terms of family and friends (his sister came out of her coma, his dad was freed, his friends force him to play Mario Party every night), by himself was a different story.

He always heard you. You were always there. He never knew what exactly you were, or what exactly you looked like, he just grew aware of the angel statue that he found everywhere he went. You were beautiful; your color was gray, your wings were magnificent, but that’s all you were, a statue… or so he thought.

It started when he was fifteen with the introduction of his friend, Yuji. They were off walking to meet up with the second-years and in the distance Megumi spotted you, a statue whose hands covered her face, with curly hair covering the parts that aren’t visible. After that moment, you followed him everywhere and he was started to grow bothered. You were more than what you led on, he searched the internet for statues like you and they were never found, you’re unique. It grew to a point where he had to ask his Father-Mentor, Gojo.

Gojo sat him down and explained the story of the L/N clan, a family created of statue-like curses, “the L/N clan takes the role of a regular statue, but in actuality, they’re planning something, Megumi.”

“What if it’s just a statue? She’s covering her face every time I see her.”

“The L/N clan, have a powerful asset, they can transport you to a different time, you can be in the 1950s when you were just here two minutes before. As a defense so they can catch their prey off-guard, they turn into stone when they’re looked at, they cover their eyes to avoid looking at each other.”

After that talk, Megumi made sure to stare as long as he could, but you never grew closer until he least expected it. Gojo was just sealed and megumi was alone in Shibuya, trying to figure out how he could possibly unseal him.

“Fushiguro~~~”

His eyes widened as your sweet voice rung in his ears.

“What will you do Fushi?~~~”

He hurriedly turned towards you, you had a big smile on your now stone-face with your eyes closed, hair sprawled around you as you were not face-to-face with Megumi.

“Why now? Out of all days?” He sighed, he raised his hand to your face, cupping it slightly. “You’re cold… what are you exactly?”

After a moment of silence he remembered, turning his back but keeping a distance between them.

“You know what I am, pretty, and I know what you are,” your back touched megumis as you interlocked your hands with his.

He pulled his hands away, “It’s been three years and you still show up, why?”

Your hands found comfort in his hair, “because you’re soooo cute~~~ I couldn’t help myself, I had to follow you,” you pouted.

“Stop putting your hands on me, I don’t know you.”

“But you could! My name is Y/N,” your arms snaked around his neck, rubbing his chest ever so slightly. “You know what I am,” you whispered in his ear, giving it a slight bite.

“You’re in the L/N clan—“

“Puh-lease, we’re angels,” a devilish smirk spread on your face, “my people are sad, we weep and weep, we were excluded from the sorcerer world because of our… unique abilities.”

“You weep? Your people are killers, you send them back in time and feast on their energy.” Megumi’s messy hair fell in front of his eyes.

“We don’t do that to everyone, we do it to enemies who attack us first, the sorcerers hate us because we’re curses, they attack us and kill us. I bet you didn’t see anything about me besides the stone, my eyes are E/C.”

“E/C?” Megumi turned his body to face the girl, her eyes were open and now we really took the chance to look at her, she wasn’t bad looking, beautiful even.

“Megumi! We found a way to free Gojo! C’mon!” Nobara yelled from down the street, “we need you!”

Megumi turned his head towards Nobara to tell her he’s on his way, but when he turned back, you were gone. A sigh escaped him as he started his plan to see you un-stoned.

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beansmack2021 · 11 months ago

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Consider: Lucifer and reader who was a Satanist while they were alive (or Luciferian, that works too)

Big Fan

Disclaimer: I don't really know much about Luciferians, so I had to do a little bit of research to make sure that I didn't make any mistakes. I hope I didn't offend anyone's religion, and that you enioy!

You had only been in Hell for a few days, but a few days were plenty. You weren't really sure you believed in Heaven or Hell when you were alive, but now that you were really there, you kind of had no choice.

You'd always believed that Lucifer's decent from Heaven and fall to Hell was devastating. You were also inspired, though. You believed that if he was willing to challenge the beliefs of those around him, you could, too.

You weren't one to tell others that you believed that Lucifer deserved more credit than he got. You knew that'd get you funny looks. Still, you admired him. You also pitied him. He never got to see the "joys of humanity". He was forced to see the bad. Somehow, he managed to rule over the bad, though. He was a pillar of strength, in your eyes.

He was kind of cool. You'd always thought snakes were pretty awesome. You believed that they, like Lucifer, were misunderstood and could do amazing things.

Now that you were in Hell, you realized you were right. There was a whole society in Hell. People would often say that Hell would be an eternal firey pit of damnation. It definitely was, but there was a lot of structure to the kingdom of the damned. It just goes to show that Lucifer can build something incredible if given the chance.

You didn't expect to run into the king himself, though. You were walking down the street, still trying to get a feel for things, when someone suddenly appeared before you. The short, blonde man looked around frantically, just repeatedly saying "apples. Charlie wants apples." He saw right through you, but he definitely couldn't walk through you.

The two of you landed on the sidewalk, groaning.

"Sorry," he blurted out. "I was just looking for a shop that sold apples. My daughter really wants them."

He stood, grabbing your hand and helping you to your feet. Now that the two of you were actually looking at each other, you could see that he was pretty attractive. His hair was shiny and smoothed back. His skin was fair and his smile was bright. You shook your head when you realized you were just staring at him and still holding his hand.

"That's okay. My name is Y/N. I only got here recently so I was kind of just seeing what I could. Taking it all in, ya know?"

He nodded, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, this place isn't half bad. I'm Lucifer, by the way. Lucifer Morningstar."

You froze, eyes widening. You felt your blood pressure increase by tenfold. "Wait. You're him? You're Lucifer! You're so awesome!"

Lucifer tilted his head to the side. "That's, um, not usually the response I get."

You grinned from ear to ear, trying not to hop up and down with glee. "I'm sorry. Its just that I think you're amazing. You're like, this huge symbol of self-sufficiency, strength, and independence."

Lucifer's pale cheeks flushed red. He stammered for a moment. "Really? You think so?"

"Oh, I know so! You're the only person who had the balls to stand up to Heaven and tell them what you really thought of the way they ran things."

You stopped for a second, realizing you were acting like a crazed fan. "Hey, listen. I'm not doing anything right now. Or ever, actually. Can I try to help you find your apples?"

Lucifer smiled softly. "I think I'd like that."

#x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic #hazbin x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader

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merwgue · 4 months ago

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@sjmvillainweek DAY 2: WEAKNESS

Summary: amarantha gets interviewed for her crimes.

A/N: The organisers probably hate me for always doing law related stuff but at least it's good😢, pls tell me u like it

They think they’ve won.

Dragging me into this pit, chaining me like an animal. The darkness of the dungeon is nothing compared to the darkness inside me, the one I’ve lived with for centuries. The guards yank at the chains, pulling me into the interrogation room as though I’m some cornered beast, some defeated thing. Fools. All of them.

I won’t break. I can’t break.

I smirk through the grime caked on my face, ignoring the ache in my limbs. Let them have their little show of power. It means nothing. It’s always meant nothing. Power… real power, isn’t in the iron clamping my wrists or the locks on the doors. It’s in here. My mind. My will.

The interrogator sits there, too calm, too composed. I hate him instantly. I can smell the arrogance on him, the smugness of someone who thinks they can peel back my layers, see what lies beneath. He’s a vulture, circling what he believes to be a dying animal.

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Amarantha: “So. This is your grand plan? To lock me up in this filthy hole and try to… what, make me confess? Apologize?”

I throw the words at him, each one a sharp-edged dagger. My voice rasps from disuse, but I make sure it drips with disdain. I want him to know—no matter what they do, they’ll never take away my pride.

He doesn’t react. His eyes remain cold, calculating. I want him to sneer, to snarl, to feel the bite of my words, but instead, he leans forward, his fingers tapping lightly on the table between us.

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Interrogator: “I didn’t come for apologies, Amarantha.”

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His voice is soft, like he’s dealing with a child. Patronizing. Infuriating.

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Amarantha: “Then what are you here for? To watch me rot? To gloat?”

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He doesn’t rise to the bait. That calm demeanor—it’s unnerving. I’ve had stronger men crack under my gaze, but this one… this one is different. He’s playing a game.

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Interrogator: “No. I came to understand.”

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Understand. I let out a sharp, cruel laugh, the sound echoing off the stone walls. What could he possibly understand? He, with his polished clothes, clean fingernails, and a life free of true suffering. His words are meaningless. But still, I can feel something shifting in the air.

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Amarantha: “You think you’ll understand me? Me? You pathetic little worm—”

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Interrogator: “You’ve spent your life being misunderstood.”

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The way he says it, like it’s a fact, makes my breath catch in my throat. There’s no accusation in his tone, no threat. Just a statement. And it burns. I hate that it burns. My lips curl, but for a moment… just a moment, I hesitate.

He’s not wrong.

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Amarantha: “And now what? You think you’ll figure me out? Crack me open like a nut and see what spills out?”

---

I sneer again, forcing venom into my words, but my grip on the chains tightens. I can feel the cold metal bite into my flesh, and I welcome it. The pain helps me focus. It keeps the memories—the ones clawing at the edges of my mind—at bay.

He doesn’t respond. He just watches. Waiting. He knows. Somehow, this snake knows that the silence will unravel me faster than any accusation or threat ever could.

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Interrogator: “You weren’t always like this, were you?”

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My heart skips a beat.

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Interrogator: “Once upon a time, you were something else. Something… vulnerable.”

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The word hits me like a fist to the gut. Vulnerable. It’s the one thing I’ve never allowed myself to be, the one thing I’ve buried so deeply that no one—not even I—should be able to reach it. But here it is, staring me in the face, waiting for me to acknowledge it.

No. I can’t. I won’t.

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Amarantha: “I was never weak!”

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I snarl, yanking hard on the chains, making the guards flinch. My blood pounds in my ears, hot and deafening, but even as I shout the words, they taste hollow. Weakness. Vulnerability. They were never the same thing, were they? They were intertwined, though. I’ve spent centuries twisting them together, hiding one behind the other.

The interrogator knows. He sees it. He doesn’t need to say it.

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Interrogator: “Weakness isn’t the same as vulnerability, Amarantha. But you’ve been running from it for so long, haven’t you?”

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I freeze. My throat tightens, and I can’t seem to swallow. His voice is softer now, like a blade dipped in honey. He’s trying to cut me without me noticing.

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Amarantha: “You know nothing.”

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But my voice shakes. The words aren’t as strong as they should be. My hands tremble in the cuffs, the cold metal suddenly feeling like it’s suffocating me. I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms until I feel the skin break. The pain is grounding, but it doesn’t drown out the flood of memories that are rushing to the surface.

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Interrogator: “What are you so afraid of?”

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I laugh, a sharp, hysterical sound, but the fear is rising. I can feel it, crawling up from the pit of my stomach, wrapping its icy fingers around my heart. Afraid? I’m not afraid. I’m Amarantha. I have never bowed, never broken.

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Amarantha: “I’m not afraid.”

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But it’s a lie. We both know it. The silence presses down on me like a weight, and suddenly the room feels too small, the air too thick. My breathing quickens, my pulse racing in my ears.

I was never afraid of losing power. Not really. I was afraid of being seen. Seen for what I am.

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Interrogator: “You’ve always been afraid of weakness. But not the kind others fear. You’re not afraid of death, or pain, or losing control. You’re afraid of what’s inside. Of that vulnerability you buried so deep you can’t reach it anymore.”

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I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut.

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Amarantha: “Stop.”

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The word comes out choked, barely more than a whisper. My throat is tight, and I can feel tears stinging at the corners of my eyes, but I won’t cry. I can’t. Not here. Not in front of him. But it’s too late. The memories—the ones I’ve tried so hard to bury—are crawling up, clawing at me.

The day I learned I would never be loved. The day I realized I was alone, even in a court full of people who feared me. They feared me because I made them. But no one… no one ever wanted me. Not for me.

I became cruel because it was easier than being cast aside.

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Interrogator: “Power couldn’t protect you from it, could it? No matter how much you took, how much you destroyed… you couldn’t escape it.”

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Amarantha: “Shut up.”

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My voice trembles. The chains are so tight. I pull, yanking at them until my wrists bleed, but I can’t escape. My breath is coming in short gasps now, and I can’t seem to draw in enough air. It’s suffocating me, the weight of it all.

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Interrogator: “You were never as invincible as you wanted the world to believe. And now, you’ve run out of places to hide.”

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I bite down on my lip, tasting blood. It’s like I’m crumbling from the inside out, and I can’t stop it. I hate him. I hate him for seeing me, for knowing exactly where to dig. But I hate myself more for letting him in.

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Amarantha: “I’m not weak. I’m not…”

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The words feel foreign in my mouth, like a lie I’ve repeated so many times that I don’t know what’s real anymore. Tears blur my vision, but I blink them away, desperately trying to hold on to the last shred of control I have.

But I’m slipping. I can feel it. The mask I’ve worn for centuries is cracking, and underneath… underneath there’s nothing but a broken, terrified girl who once believed that power would save her.

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Interrogator: “No one is invincible, Amarantha.”

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The guards are moving now, pulling me up, dragging me away. But I can’t fight them. I don’t have the strength. The cold metal digs into my skin, and my body is limp in their grasp.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this empty.

As they pull me down the dark corridor, the whisper escapes my lips, barely audible, but the words hang in the air like a curse.

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Amarantha: “I’m not weak…”

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But the lie echoes back at me, hollow and haunting.

#acotar #sjmvillainweek #sjmvillainweek2024 #sjm villain week #amarantha acotar

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nightxcreature · 3 months ago

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Old MacDonald

Summary: On a hunt with Sam, Dean, and Bobby, Reader finds herself navigating an uncomfortable situation.

Warnings: Cursing (obvs), Claustrophobia, fear of snakes (mentioned), Prob grammar mistakes (sorry), Reader and Dean fighting for a brief moment

Pairing: Bobby Singer x Daughter!Reader, no established relationships

A/N: Sorry i went on a little hiatus, we're prepping for vacation, and I've been distracted getting everything ready for that. I hope you enjoy this one, its just a fun little hunt.

The small axe in my hands hadn’t touched the wooden floorboards since we arrived at the creepy cabin in the woods several hours before, the three men in front of me having taken it upon themselves to try and pry the wood apart with various other tools. We had been looking for the bones of an old farmer from 1780 and had been led here, in search of a tunnel where he had supposedly been disposed of. Dean had been using anything he could find to tear apart the old building, claiming demolition was his ‘specialty’…and I had rolled my eyes so many times at this point that I’m surprised they hadn’t gotten stuck in the back of my head. The three hunters had yet to find the tunnel under the home, throwing boards and dirt around the cabin haphazardly when Sam finally broke through into blank space below his feet.

“Found it.” He called, bracing himself against the wall in front of him as he regains his footing, “Doesn’t look like any of us are fitting down there though.”

I pushed off from the stool I had been sitting on to duck under his arm for a good look. The hole was roughly the size of a laundry chute, big enough for a child or small adult to fit through. I grimaced and shook my head, my thoughts already racing at the idea of someone having to go down there; I’ve never been claustrophobic, but I certainly wasn’t interested in developing the fear.

“Any other ideas?” I ask, still staring down at the tunnel entrance. When no one answered, I slowly looked up and made eye contact with the two men across the room who were looking at me as if I had two heads. I glance up to Sam and raise an eyebrow, “Is there something on my face?”

He chuckles awkwardly and shakes his head ‘no’ before pulling me away from the edge as he steps back, “I think you misunderstood me…”

I look between him and the two men currently avoiding my gaze before pointing at the hole in the floor, “You said none of us are fitting down there. I’m not sure how I could misunderstand that.”

He shakes his head again and gestures between himself, Dean, and Bobby, “None of us are fitting down there.”

I gape open mouthed at him before bursting into a fit of laughter, “You’re hilarious.”

None of the men reply, each avoiding my gaze in their own way before Dean mumbles under his breath, “You’re the smallest.”

My laughter dies as quick as it started when I snap my head in his direction, “Yeah, the smallest, not the stupidest! If you want those damn bones so bad you go down there yourself.” I pointed a finger toward the hole, my other hand placed high on my hip as I glare at him.

“Me? I couldn’t fit down there if I wanted to!” He yells back, crossing his arms across his chest.

“So, you admit that you don’t want to?”

“Who would want to go down there?!”

“Exactly!”

A shot goes off in the middle of the cabin causing the two of us to snap our mouths shut. Bobby stands in the center of the room, his shot gun smoking and a harsh look of annoyance on his face. He raises a single finger and points toward Dean, “I raised you boy, if I hear you yell at my little girl like that again I’ll skin your hide, you hear me?”

Dean nods his head and looks back at me, mouthing, “Daddy’s girl.” From behind Bobby’s shoulder.

I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him until Bobby turns that menacing finger in my direction, “And you,” He gruffly starts, narrowing his eyes and frowning, “Stop being a wussy and do your damn job. Ain’t a single one of us in this room that’ll let you die.”

A deep sigh leaves my lips as I hold his gaze, “He started it.” I mumble as I cross the room and grab a flashlight from the duffle by the door.

“I don’t care who started it, I’ll finish it.”

I shake my head, patting his back as I pass him on my way back to the hole, “Yeah, I know, Old Man.” I squat down by the tunnels edge and glare back toward all three of them, “If I die, just know that none of you can reach my bones down here and I’ll haunt you for the rest of your miserable lives.”

Sam nods, a slight smirk on his lips as he wraps a rope around my waist, tying it in a knot and grabbing the other end tightly, “Wouldn’t expect anything else.”

I let out a little laugh and glare at Dean playfully, “Better keep that magazine collection in a safe place…ghost me’ll be gunning for it.” I turn back toward the tunnel as he lets out an awkward chuckle, the smile on my face falling as I stare into the darkness. I take a deep breath and brace my arms on the edges before dropping down into the darkness below.

A quiet grunt leaves my body as my feet hit the rough dirt at the bottom, the flashlight had fallen from my loose grip causing the inky blackness of the tunnel to surround me. My breathing was heavy, and a shiver ran through me both at the temperature down here and at the thought of not being alone in this darkness. I scrambled on my hands and knees in search of the light, running my hands cautiously over the ground where I finally found the plastic tool.

“You good, Sweetheart?” I hear from above me, Dean’s baritone echoing down the tunnel as the sound reaches me.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright.” I click on the flashlight and crawl my way down the narrow tunnel, as quickly as I can, “Be right back!”

“It smells like ass down here.” I whisper to myself, squinting ahead to try and make out anything that even closely resembles bones, “You better be down here, Old McDonald, or I swear to god on this farm you’ll have my foot in your ass.”

At that, my light lands on a large brown bag thrown against the wall ahead, it looks to be empty save a small bulge at the bottom, “Bingo…” I point the flashlight up toward the ceiling and shimmy my way over the rocks and dirt between the bag and me. Gripping the mouth of the bag, I slowly slid my hand inside.

“Please don’t be a snake, please don’t be a snake. Please, please…” I breathe out a sigh of relief when my fingertips brush the brittle surface of aged bone, “Oh, thank God…”

I dump them out in a pile, glancing at them quickly to make sure they’re real before dumping salt on them and backing down the tunnel again, throwing a lighter as I go. I make my way quickly back to the entrance and stand, bracing one foot on the dirt wall in front of me, “Pull me up!” I yell, feeling a strong tug as one of the guys yanks on the rope. I climb my way up, grabbing onto Sam’s hand as he lugs me the rest of the way out.

“That wasn’t as bad as…” I glance between the three of them, each looking like they’ve had the shit kicked out of them and I grin, “Did he finally show up to stop us?”

Dean rolls his eyes, throwing dirt at me and grabbing his duffle bag, “Just get your shit and lets go.”

I let out a loud laugh, grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder, “You wish you would’ve been the one navigating the tiny hole now, huh?”

#dean winchester #sam winchester #spnfandom #spn fanfic #supernatural #sam and dean #castiel #jensen ackles

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years ago

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Random random question of randomness for funsies:

What would a love triangle — actual or misunderstood (as in the guy who is actually crushing thinks there are vibes going on with his crush and the other guy, or at least he thinks the other guy is romantically interested, but there are neither vibes nor romantic interest) — between the following look like? And would the other guys actually be interested after all?

Floyd > Ariel < Kalim: Kalim has a lot of energy, like Ariel, and he too is fascinated by interesting things as well as excited to share elements of his culture to her. She is excited to take him on his offer to join him on a magic carpet ride. No one is sure how/when/why Floyd is there and squeezed himself between Ariel and Kalim, but the latter two don’t mind; the more the merrier!!

Vil > Snow White < Jade : Even as he continues to wear a polite smile while sparingly interacting with Snow White, the elder Leech brother is initially unsure if this girl is as genuinely naive and trusting as she acts or if she’s just plain stupid. After a few carefully executed accidental/coincidental encounters, he finds himself trying to figure out Snow White less and casually acting more as her bodyguard gentlemanly acquaintance who just so happened to suddenly appear behind any stalkers/passive-aggressive bullies she is unwittingly accumulating. While Vil does buy some products from Ashengrotto on occasion, he sees Jade as trustworthy as a sea snake. Why was this eel suddenly paying close attention to Snow White? Did Azul want something from her?? No??? Their summarized conversation: V: Why are you interested in Snow? J: May I ask why you care? V: You may not and I do NOT. J: Then it is of no concern to you. ^_^

Azul > Tiana < Trey: Baking Buddies!! Cue Azul trying not to sulk on the side as Trey and Tiana bond over exchanging recipes and learning each other’s baking/cooking tips.

Rook > Merida < Sebek: Sebek basically challenges Merida to random challenges, and cannot fathom why she is able to keep up with him despite being a human. Rook probably just is having fun watching and is cheering them both on (esp Merida) if not energetically participating.

Silver > Mulan < Epel : Epel and Mulan maybe both bond over others judging them for their appearance more-so than their abilities. Silver doesn’t care regardless if he can see or not; it’s Lilia’s hands poor Epel may catch if anything he does seems to “threaten” Lilia’s ship)

Jamil > Jasmine < Ruggie : idk maybe Ruggie made a snide comment about Jasmine’s cushy life as a princess who didn’t know about “real world” challenges but then gets cowed by her stern rebuttal while proceeding to educate him on exactly what a “cushy” life as a princess is actually like as well as what she understands about —and what she is currently doing about —real world challenges others face. And idk maybe Jamil is watching this exchange with heart eyes at Jasmine for being an absolute QUEEN and forgets to be jealous?

Leona > Belle < Malleus

AND

Malleus > Aurora < Leona

In both Leo’s and Mal’s case, it is obviously a misunderstanding to everyone but them for a little bit 😅 Basically they both happen to meet each other’s crushes, happened to have an engaging interaction, had some more, caught the other during these interactions with their crush (Malleus and Belle have a lot of conversations regarding books/maybe gargoyles; Leona and Aurora both quietly hang out taking peace in the silence and each of them taking turns watching over the other as they nap or they both nap), and both feel a bit threatened (Leona thinks Malleus is showing off his knowledge to Belle and is demonstrating how he’s her intellectual level, therefore implying that Leona isn’t and thus isn’t good enough for her; Malleus wonders if he is frightening to Aurora after all if she is comfortable enough with Leona to watch over and take occasional naps alongside him).

Kalim and Ariel are too oblivious to realize Floyd is jealous. Jamil is nervous and tries to explain this to Kalim, because it's obvious to literally everyone else but them. But Kalim is all, "Aw, no, we're all friends! We're having fun!" All the while Floyd is deliberately sitting between them or when he can't, has his arm over the back of Ariels seat or something in a protective manner. I think Floyd knows Kalim isn't interested and that i's all platonic with him, but it's more an instinctual thing and less to do with logic.

Meanwhile Jade kinda likes getting a rise out of Vil a bit. Jade got got close to Snow White purely out of curiosity. But Snow is sweet, she likes walking in the woods with him, even trying mushroom recipes with him. I feel like Snow would think mushroom decorated stuff was very cute and gift Jade stuff decorated like that. So after some time, Snow becomes part of Jades circle, and Jade looks after her, because she is that naïve and trusting and someone has to keep her out of too much trouble. Cue Vil who is not all that happy with this turn of events. Snow is hanging out with Jade more and more and likes talking about their hikes and cooking. Vil knows the Tweels, especially Jade, is shady, and doesn't want her hanging around him. and like you said, Jade just goes "It's none of your concern". Half because it's not his business, but also getting a rise out of the normally put together housewarden is entertaining.

Trey loved the beignets Tiana brought to the unbirthday party and offered one of his recipes as trade if he taught her how to make them. Tiana agrees and they keep having this back and forth recipe exchange where they show each other different recipes. All of their dormates and friends are very pleased at this delicious turn of events. Well everyone but Azul. Tiana and Trey get along extremely well and have gotten very close and are often seen together and Azul is pissed. He keeps trying to get to come hang out at Mostro Lounge or to check out their new kitchen equipment and even then Trey comes up, "Oh that would perfect for the pastry Trey wanted to try and make!" "I have to study with Trey, but i'll come by later." It is infuriating to Azul.

The thing about Rook and Silver is that I don't think either of them are really the jealous types. But everyone else will do it for them.

Vil: Doesn't bother you that Merida is spending awful lot of time with Sebek?

Rook: Not at all! I find their competitive comradery a wonderful thing!

Lilia: Mulan seems to have gotten awfully close to Epel recently. She hasn't come by for sparring as much as she used to.

Silver: Yeah, they took up boxing together, they're really enjoying it.

There is not a jealous bone in either of their bodies.

Jasmine, while she does not take shit from people and will defend herself as needed, also acknowledges the benefits and also downsides of her upbringing. Like she brings up at the start of the movie her frustration at the fact she has never done anything for herself or of her own choice. I think Ruggie would have similar appeal to her as Aladdin, someone who has had the opposite background but won't quite condemn her for it. I think he initially expected her to be like Leona or Kalim, someone spoiled that needs someone to do everything for them. Only to be pleasantly surprised that Jasmine is willing and wants to learn to do things herself. Like maybe she asks Ruggie to teach her how to mend clothes or something because Jamil and the other princesses are busy lately and she's getting frustrated with herself, and she just wants to fix her favorite pair of pants, dang it! So Ruggie helps her and explains it in a way she can understand she picks up quickly afterwards. Then they keep hanging out after that, and it turns into Jasmine asking Ruggie for help or excitedly showing him something she did that he taught her to, more and more than Jamil, and now Jamil is feeling her absence in the dorm. He even walked through the Scarabia mirror to see Jasmine scurrying over to the Savanclaw mirror with what looked to be a plate of home made doughnuts. He stopped her to say Hello and ask what she was up to, and she explained she made her first batch of doughnuts without any help and wanted Ruggie to be the first to taste them since he showed her how to make them, before saying bye and hurrying off through the mirror.

The whole Malleus-Belle-Aroura-Leona thing I like to think is going on at the exact same time. Belle and Aroura are great friends, they hang out all the time, so of course they interact with Leona and Malleus all the time. But never all four of them together. Aroura, compared to a lot of the other princesses, is very calm and has a pleasant voice, she's been singing as she walks through the botanical garden tending and collecting plants, and instead of finding the noise annoying, Leona finds it very soothing. Belle will sit and read to them and they will both pass tf out. Meanwhile Malleus enjoys Belles company as another friend. Aroura is his Child of Man, but Belle is definitely someone else he considers a dear friend. (Something Lilia is very happy about. His boy has friends!) I feel like they would info dump on each other about their specific interest. Like Belle will talk at length about whatever series she's reading and Malleus will go on about gargoyles and architecture, and then they go try ice cream flavors with Aroura later. But again, it's never all four of them together, they aren't some big happy group, their with Malleus or Leona, on their own or as a trio. So it never clicked to either guy that the girl they like is hanging out with the other, even though it makes perfect sense. Only for Leona to find Malleus and Belle looking over piles of boos on the history of gargoyles and and Malleus to go into the botanical garden to find Aroura happily chatting with Leona after they both woke up from a nap. Neither of the mare happy about it, but have no way of telling Belle and Aroura about it without sounding like an asshole.

#twisted wonderland #twisted princess au #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #floyd leech #jade leech #vil schoenheit #trey clover #azul ashengrotto #ruggie bucchi #jamil viper #epel felmier #twst silver #rook hunt #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge

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dranna · 1 year ago

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Blossoming Love through the Ages

2500BC - Chapter 1

AO3 / Commissions / Links / Prologue

Summary: How does their friendship and eventually their feelings blossomed through the ages? I'm attempting to rethink the scenes we saw from the seasons, adding Crowle's thoughts and additional segments.

Warnings: none

a/n: I've finally gathered enough courage because I've never wrote nor shared anything of this poetic, sonnet like?? fanfiction before. I'm a little nervous tbh, but comments and feedbacks are warmly welcomed! Let me know, if you would like to see more:))

Later on, I might add my drawings too.

English is not my first language, so I apologise for mistakes.

Crowley’s POV:

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In the year 2500 BC,

Stood someone, on top of a dry hill,

where this story line began growing.

There he was in all confidence,

Because he knew, he was protected by the law of all Light and Dark of the Great Universe.

He was, as he always been a soul of a misunderstood kind,

Caught up in between the two sides of eternal corrival.

His name was Crowley, not long ago changed from Crawly,

A Demon, fallen from the cold, white sky,

Which he once filled with hope and light.

His stature was camouflaged with all black, decorated with a little carmine,

Just like ever since, after the Beginning of Time.

As he was standing in the frying rays,

The flaming flocks and bushy beard of his, absorbed every heat it seemed.

His golden, snake-like eyes, remained hidden,

Under the darkened glasses of man made brand.

“You should know why, you are about to die.

I was sent here to tell and corrupt, there is no need to deny,

God has abandoned you, yet claims to love you.

Demands your praise, and has given you up to be ruined.”

How ironic is it not? To send a once all devoted angel to the destruction of a devoted man?

What was his sin, if I might ask, or it’s just for thy amusement?

He gave all of his mind and heart to you,

Is it thy reward to kill, then give everything back but new?

– Reflected the serpent, while placing the huge fire of decay,

In front of the burning planet’s radiate.

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The destruction of Job, was about to begin,

When came in a warm golden light,

The warning of another eternal life.

In appearance he was the opposite of the fiend,

White and gold were what he wore,

Hair white, cheeks puffy and in general being silly.

Aziraphale, as he was called, appeared out of a colourless mess,

Demanding the demon to stop his evil progress.

Before he could cast something holy upon him however, he halted amused:

“Oh! It’s you isn't it?

We haven't met since the drowning of the creatures of this Planet.”

“Ah, yeah. That's quite correct.”

“....Well, if you don't mind, I have a duty here, I can't neglect–”

With that exchange, he opened the blanket of his holy light,

And started his speech a second time.

How charmful he is standing there,

Casting blessed words to my care.

He is rather lovely on his own,

Wouldn't need all this devine glow.

What a funny effect it will have,

When I tell him, I’m allowed to do that!

– Crowley was chuckling inside,

Then suddenly, calmly exhaled,

“No”

“No?”

Azriaphale was so surprised,

He thought, he didn't hear it right.

After all, what he had known all this time,

That Job is the favourite of the Creator.

And, God is just and right,

He wouldn't punish an innocent that tight.

“What do you mean no?

I would like to remind you, that Job

Is favoured by God,

Therefore you see, I can't let you do your evil deed.”

“Noooo.. Thank you? I have a permit you see,

By God. Yes!

So I’m more than allowed to do that.“

“But this can't be right!

You know well, I don't mind jokes of the harmless kind,

However this–”

Crowley reeled the parchment of the godly permits,

The sooner before Aziraphale could finish his speech.

The paper just rolled and rolled and rolled,

Over hills and valleys,

Because it was so long.

To the utter fright of the Angel,

The licence seemed legit.

His look of puzzlement has such an endearing effect,

As he is focusing on the subject,

How is it possible that we are on friendly terms,

Since he still has so much fate,

In the doings of Heavenly concerns?

Why do I wish to be closer to him, to him!

Among all beings?

— The Snake’s reflections wandered yet again,

As his good companion took the permit,

And took a visit to the Ones Up there.

How come, he didn't know,

While everyone got a note?

I’m pretty sure the High Ranks were the firsts,

Who was imparted in confidence,

How he, who was sent to Earth,

Didn't learned about this providence?

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Alright now I should destroy everything this poor man, Job has,

Farms, buildings, animals and children,

What did they ever do to You?

Nevertheless I have no choice,

But to obey the orders of my Boss.…….

Yet, I'm a Demon after all,

So they mustn't be mad if I do fuckery.

After all, what Beings of the Down supposed to do,

But do mischievous tricks on their own?

– Sighed the Demon with the flaming hair,

Then launched the fires from the air,

He seemed to be in deep, deep thought,

While all the goats, to whom he first spoke,

Appeared to be evaporate under the heat,

Still he carried on, in rather a cheery emotional state.

Yes, the idea might work,

His home will be perfect for this toil,

All I have to do is be careful and focus,

So the Downstareians don’t except a thing!

With that, he turned towards the home of Job,

Among the falling fiery petal jewels.

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Thank you for reading dears! <33

Tags my beloveds: @giosnape

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gointothevvater · 1 year ago

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🥤 [PARTY CUP] 🥀 [WILTED ROSE] 🍅 [TOMATO] 🍩 [DONUT] and 🍉 [WATERMELON] for the Emoji Themed OC Interview Questions!

🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves? Honestly, she loves drama! She's all about drama! And yes, she'll start it herself if she has to. You know that Troubled Birds meme, "Looking for trouble, and if I can't find it, I will create it"? That's her!

🥀 [WILTED ROSE] How good is your OC at meeting deadlines? What motivates them? She's pretty good with deadlines! Mostly it's because she hates disappointing people. There's nothing worse! Her ego can't handle not meeting expectations, y'know?

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL. I know there are people IRL who think she's lame, and that's definitely misunderstanding her, because she's actually awesome! 😂 Nah, in all seriousness, I don't think she's really misunderstood at all, save by the people both in-universe and IRL who think she's only the image she projects and not everything underneath that. She's wearing a metaphorical mask through a lot of the series!

🍩 [DONUT] What is your OC’s biggest flaw? How do they deal with it? Do they deal with it? That's probably the performance bit. She's always acting, always wearing a mask, at least during the early seasons. She's always aware of how she's perceived, and she does her best to project an appealing image. She's starting coming out of it since she got with Charles, and we can see the evidence in her change of style as the show progresses. We see her go from wearing mostly black to mostly white and baby pink, swapping her silver jewelry out for gold. This symbolizes the shift from the St. Cecilia persona to something more like Felicity, the girl she was before she joined Snakes N' Barrels and put the mask on for in the first place

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave? Ooh, boy, that's ominous. Um… Hmm. I might have to get back to you on that. She doesn't really have any secrets! She likes to be an open book so the press doesn't try to fill in the gaps with petty gossip

#i had the idea for maybe an attempted suicide being her deep dark take-it-to-the-grave secret but that just makes me sad #and she's catholic anyway so she probably wouldn't do that #st. cecilia jameson #metalocalypse #my mtl #asks

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darkfelidae · 2 years ago

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my nonhuman alignments 🐾

i wish to keep this brief; if youre a fellow nonhuman & youd like to learn more about any of these / my experiences feel free to ask :•}

ALTERHUMANITY - otherworldly terms; something not from this world; akin to a demon, apparition, entity, yokai, of the like.

n. my alterhuman and therian identities may not be entirely separate, so i usually combine them, hence labels i use like ‘vulpine entity’.

I also associate w/the general ideas…

• The Void, Darkness / Obscurity, “The Unknown”

• Lore/Mythology, Monsters, Magical Creatures

• Deep Space, Dark Matter, 'Outside the Phaneron'

• Solitude, Stillness, Liminal; Nighttime, Winter

• Sapio / The Sciences, Pursuit of Knowledge

THERIOTYPES

T-1: Black Morph Vulpes Vulpes [red fox]

i imagine mostly all black morph, but variations of silver to black also work. global variant of red fox is unknown. more strategic rogue than cheeky prankster in terms of trickster spirits.

i heavily lean more towards fox folklore and vulpine beasts aside from just “fox”, so i prefer to call myself that over simply the mammalia, but the id still stands.

T-2: Black Morph Felis Catus

first ever id; awakening/connections since childhood. no discernible breed. fully dark coat; more wild than domesticated. the shadowy familiar, perched beside a bubbling cauldron. a small, dark shape slinking between headstones.

T-3: Arachnids (Spiders)

i’ve yet to discern a specific species of spiders for myself, but the deep relation still stands. i have debated skeleton tarantula, spiky orb weaver, common black spider, among others. a misunderstood little creature with a brilliant mind. one of the witches’ smallest, craftiest familiars.

assorted notes.

i take autistic nonhuman identity in general seriously & have been dealing with such matters for a very long time; it’s all very personal

i can never discern whether im truly canid or felid or both…. top 10 unanswered questions…. regardless i happily embrace it

im very shy when it comes to reaching out to the public community RIP still i lovingly spread kindness & fortune to you

whatever form i take just know that i am incomprehensible & live in the backrooms thanks

NOTEABLE HEARTTYPES: barn owls, corvids, various snakes

♕

#for bio purposes #ok to interact #spiders

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will-you-pick-me · 2 years ago

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mikeeeeey <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3, ugh I am so in love with him it is UNREAL, I will happily be the siren that tries to take him only to fail and end up angrily crawling around his deck cause he managed to catch me ALSO!!! Jessica in her full madam rouge outfit, that's so fucking HOT! We love a lady in uniform, id personally kill 2 have one of her corsets, comfy cozy pressure on the torso makes the autism brain happy Zach remembers other timelines? Oh, oh that is SO interesting, the things you can explore with an yn that acts wildly different depending on the timeline, the conflict they must face when dealing with such a thing......delicious, spicy, amazing!!!!! Now, what kind of pets would they all have? (that they WANT to have, not having for reputation points, looking at u Ulrich) (dont worry narrator my dearest husband to be ill flirt with you at your ticket booth and still bring you neat rocks i promise, multiple timelines wont stop me mwah mwah)

"... Husband...? You... You want me to be your husband...?"

[Shoving him in a closet] Narry darling please go have your crisis in private I can't write all that right now I'm not emotionally equipped---

Mikey is a big dog type of person, partial to shepherds, pits, and mutt mixes. Really any large dog that he finds abandoned on the street is subject to paperless adoption, and no he doesn't care if they have a collar on already or might be chipped. That's why it's paperless! (aka, stealing the dog, but shh-)

Ulrich doesn't have enough time to even pay attention to Y/N properly, so a pet is out of the question. But, if he did, then he'd probably have a snake, since they don't need to be fed as often as more traditional pets, and are perfectly content without the cuddles. And the butler would end up feeding it, more often than not, but at least the snake would have high-quality, live mice, and a very very large and elaborate tank to explore.

Zach is likely to have some kind of bird, perhaps a pair of doves. They're more hands-on and attentive to details, so they can manage the more specific needs of an avian friend - and also I just really like the idea of them taking their birds out to fly together with them.

Jessica strikes me as a rat type. They're awfully misunderstood as pets, nowhere near as dirty as people think they are, and they're actually very sociable if raised properly! She'd end up having 3 or 4, since they're a pack animal, but if you ever want a "chaos potato" dropped on your lap, she'll be happy to share her babies with you.

Jack would probably get jealous of other pets in the house, if I'm going to be honest. He's needy, and doesn't take being ignored or rejected very well - even if that rejection is only in his interpretation, and not reality. It might be different if you talk to him about it in detail first, but if it was sprung on him out of nowhere it is not a change he would handle well, thinking that he wasn't giving you enough love and attention, possibly even shutting down.

Narrator mumbles something about cats from the closet.

#pick me! arg #pick me! characters #mun talks #teasers #narrator speaks #alternate ulrich answer: you ARE the pet 👀👀👀

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ashenberry · 21 days ago

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8, 12 ^_^

this is really funny bc i think the last time i did this ask game you sent similar numbers

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

so so so so i was gonna say. kaz wouldnt have a bionic arm post v but uhh i went ahead and checked real quick AND I SAID THAT LAST TIME AUHG FUCK. .3. hmmmm. i guess other than that uh. psh i dont think that bb 'misunderstood' the boss's will the way most people seem to understand it? I think he knew what she wanted and he made the conscious decision to not follow her footsteps but thats. just the textual canon of the end of peacewalker? and i feel like this more stems from people just playing 3 or just v / not playing peacewalker which in that case yeah that IS how it reads but he's like.

Snake: ...She betrayed me, Kaz. Miller: She what? Snake: In the end, she put down her gun. And when she did... she rejected her entire life up to that point... including me. Miller: What do you mean? Snake: In giving up her life, she abandoned everything she was as a soldier... Miller: And you consider that betrayal? Snake: I won't make the same choice as her. My future's going to be different.

like it took him a while to come to this conclusion, grief is one hell of a drug, and during portable ops he even states that he isnt even really sure what she meant but i feel like this is like. the most plainly you can get of, "I know that she wanted a world without war, but i have staked my entire identity in being a Weapon so I wont follow her example"

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i know there is a ton there in canon but sunnyyyyyyy pleaseeeeeee she is like trucy wright to meeee

but also? man i really like eva :> i came around with her SUUPER hard i didnt like her first time i played 3 n if u look at my posts around that time you can tell but god i love her so much i wish we gotta see her during v

#ashen.ask #and re: 8 a little more #uh. disclaimer: i used machine translation so the reliability is eh #and I thhiiiink maybe becomes a translating the same sentence back n forth kinda thing BUT i think its neat to mention otherwise #if u take the japanese lyrics of heavens divide n translate them into english the vibe is slightly different from what we actually got #specifically #“i will leave a trace for love to find a way” becomes “I will leave behind my footsteps so you wont get lost” which i. i feel like just kin #represents it really well. she set her example. twice. about where she stood on the matter. and i think pw shows that bb is deciding not to #follow i. I THINK ITS A MORE INTERESTING READ to treat him as an actual character who has opinion on things and not just #making the war orphan economy because he misunderstood his mom mentor #LIKE. peacewalker is the last time **bb** stops a metal gear.#in v its venom stopping salehnthropus and idk too meee its shown venom is less. his issues are different from bb's in this area

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z7rkive · 6 years ago

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#i lovs snakes #wehy r they so misunderstood #theyre just long dogs w out legs #survesomeof them are dangerous but all animals have theyrr dangerous counterparts :(#hognoses might have a bit of venom but they hardly bite theyre just angry all the tiem #garters might be a big wiggly n nippy but theyre so sweet!!!!!1!??????#ball pythons r so cute i wanandjdj #boopboopbooo #ccorn snakes r rlly calm n h wont have any trouble #they just need love :(

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#...how am i even surprised that people are taking the speech (c!dream's honest words) and making it about tommy #HOW??? i should fucking know better!! >:( #god forbid anybody open their eyes and ears and realize what he's actually SAYING for fuck's sake #op i am very much platonically smooching you on the forehead and framing this on my wall what the fuuuuccckkkk #he's a person! he's always been a person! he's been hurt and caused hurt BUT HE IS STILL A FUCKING PERSON!! #he's been dehumanized to hell and back but that doesn't erase the fact that he IS a person goddammit pls recognize that!! #c!dream always causing me anguish that is exacerbated by the fandom's ridic bias and gigantic c!tommy-shaped blinders like shit man #i just like him okay and i want him to be okay and find happiness and be treated like a person again by more than two people :(((

“Tommy is snake.”

Dream: monologues a cool ass speech that accurately describes his character using snake metaphors of all things, explaining the reasoning for his actions but not excusing it, all the while keeping it in character. And it works. It’s great. Very c!Dream.

Non-Dreblr hot take: Tommy is snake. Dream is the hawk kicking the Tommy-snake.

W H A T.

No. But—what.

Hold up.

“I’m not gonna stop until you put me down. Because I’m no longer protecting my eggs. They’re already gone.”

Does that sound like Tommy to you?

Tommy is not the snake. I am at a profound loss as to how you could connect 'Dream Snake speech = Tommy'. The speech isn’t describing Tommy. It doesn’t ‘fit’ Tommy more. The speech isn't even about Tommy.

Just because Tommy was traumatized doesn't mean you get to dehumanize Dream. That doesn't mean you get to reduce him to a power-hungry villain who abandoned his allies and only cares for himself and not much else. That doesn't mean you get to take his speech, a speech literally about that, a speech he made for himself, "a reserved guy" (aka an emotionally repressed bastard), expressing his feelings in the only way he knows how, in the only way he won't be judged for it, the culmination of all his past trauma and the main driving force of his character and use to further your own agenda. For fuck’s sake, he acts like someone hurt, who hides his pain because his pain has never been validated, ever. (Punz and Techno aside, it really hasn’t.) You speak of how Dream is a hawk who cares for nobody and nothing at all but kicking the Tommy-snake, but that's missing the point. Dream is the snake, not Tommy. Tommy would never be the snake, because he would never be Dream, and weaponizing someone else's trauma for shitty reasons is filthy and awful and something he himself will never condone–how would you think he’d react to Quackity justifying torture by claiming it was for Tommy?

Dream is the snake, because the speech is Dream indirectly admitting to himself that Dream cared, because like the snake cared so much for those eggs, Dream cared so much for what was his, and just cause a snake's hiss isn't as loud as a hawk's call or if their body runs cold doesn't mean they don't. Care. Dream is the snake because nobody sees him as human enough, so much so it's been drilled into his head (he was literally tortured). Dream is the snake BECAUSE he did bite back, because he'd been cornered, because it was a last resort, because in his mind he tried literally everything else, but biting was the only thing that worked. He wouldn't be the snake otherwise.

Dream is the snake because it's not upset about being kicked too much, of being hurt, of being reduced to a mindless beast, because all of that is nothing—nothing—compared to the loss of his eggs. His nest was threatened, and he was supposed to protect them and now they're gone. This is Dream, telling the story of a snake silently crying for help until there had been no point anymore. This is Dream, speaking of loss. This is Dream, and he is lost, and devastated, and it's a fucking tragedy.

The point is that Dream doesn't need to become a hawk. A snake can just be a snake. A snake is capable of hurting others. A snake is equally capable of loving others. A 'villain' is capable of grief, of loss, of love, of hate born from love.

Did you ever think about that?

Do you?

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“Cause imagine the snake finally decides: Fuck you. I-I am just gonna bite. I'm gonna lie in wait in this bush, gonna watch your ankles go by, the clock ticking while venom slowly fills my fangs, and I'm not going to stop until you put me down. Because I'm no longer protecting my eggs, they're already gone. They were stolen by the hawks when you chased me away from my nest. So, some snakes do just bite. Do I? Do you? Not even once?”

P.S. This is not an attack, more like an explanation after the straw the broke the camel's back. I'm just really upset. So much that I practically came out of lurking because as much as this has been a goldmine of a month for c!Dream and Dreblr content, I’ve been seeing just as many takes that just rub me the wrong way. I get that for many Tommy is their comfort character, but for some of us, c!Dream IS their comfort character. I have so many emotions for this green blob, and when they tried taking this too... I just want people to understand that Dream isn't a Disney villain, he's a person too. He's fucked up and he fucked up and that's just because he's fucking human. He lost so many things, let him have this. It’s just one fucking speech, dude. :(

#Dream SMP #dreblr #fandom nonsense #dreamwastaken #oh for- are you SERIOUS right now??#more than one person is legitimately saying this????#this is a widespread TAKE??#literary analysis is dead RIP it is decomposing in the dirt as we speak oh my GOD #can we just have ONE - O N E - c!Dream POV without the inniters making it all about their problematic meow meow?#we haven't gotten a c!Dream POV since what before Manberg? and now we finally get a tiny two minute glimpse into his psyche #and people are already trying to take that away from us! what the HELL you guys!!#sorry to break it to you but c!Dream is NOT a one-dimensional Disney villain okay he is a PERSON with FEELINGS #and an inner life just as rich and complex as ANY OTHER CHARACTER on the DMSP #snakes have feelings too!#some species of snakes are wonderful loving and attentive parents who sacrifice everything for their babies #tirelessly looking after their nests and going back and forth to bask in the sun and curl their warm bodies around their eggs/hatchlings #neglecting their own health and wellbeing to the extent that some mothers lose almost 40% of their body mass before their eggs hatch #other species will throw themselves into danger at the drop of a hat if their eggs are threatened #snakes are generally laid-back shy and gentle creatures; they don't WANT confrontation they don't WANT a fight #they don't WANT to bite!#hell some snakes are even super social!#as i've said elsewhere some snakes will travel long distances just to hibernate all winter with their friends in a big snakey cuddle pile #snakes are such incredibly misunderstood creatures and tbh I think it's a stroke of GENIUS that cc!Dream picked this animal #to represent his sad fucked up little Minecraft OC #so don't FUCKING make this about c!Tommy #I WILL get out my whacking stick if this train of thought persists >:(((#I've had it up to HERE do not TEST me

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