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ox1-lovesick · 1 year ago

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✶ ─── TXT REACTION TO YOU FORGETTING THEIR PET'S BIRTHDAY

pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff and crack warnings. profanity (?) wc. 100-200 each

synopsis. you forget tubatu's pet's birthday, and they aren't very happy about that 😟

a/n. here she is, from the 15th of October 2022 😭 literal nonsense ahead I wrote this at 4 am on a school night. may odi rest in peace 😞❤️

✧ YEONJUN

yeonjun unfortunately has no pets so we're going to pretend like you forgot his nephew's birthday okay 💀

memory was never your strong suit, and you've only met his nephew a few times so he couldn't really blame you after all but he's still heartbroken 😞

it strikes a nerve because as his partner, yeonjun expects you to make his family a priority as he does yours

his nephew adores you, whenever he's on the phone with his cousin he always yanks the phone away and asks to speak to you or asks about you if you're not there

and when you are there he'll chat away with you for hours at a time, telling you about the new dinosaur figurine he got or whatever shenanigans his favourite hey tayo character is up to

so when you go about your day acting like his nephews birthday party was not later that night his heart just 💔

"anything special you were supposed to do today? 🤨 y'know maybe you had somewhere to go or someone to see, maybe something special is happening 🤨"

was he upset with you ? if so why ?? should you go talk to him ??? will that make things worse ????

has you googling HIS birthday every 5 seconds to make sure you didn't forget it

bro's so butthurt 😭

does a little fashion show for you to help him choose an outfit for later

takes your mind off the whole thing for a while because you're just having fun styling him

you decide on an outfit you both like and get all his accessories in order and he's like "cool, what are you wearing to match?"

huh 🧍

"today's my nephew's birthday silly don't tell me you forgot 🤨🤨" and he absolutely knows you forgot he just wants to be spiteful

he feels a bit guilty after seeing the way you panic, but in back of his head... deserved

you feel really sad because you know how much his nephew loves you 🙁 it just completely slipped your mind somehow

so he decides to put his pettiness aside and tell you to get changed quickly so you can both be there on time and hopefully make a pitstop on the way to get a present

and happy nephew = happy junnie. and happy junnie = happy you, so happily ever after

and although you arrive a little late—his nephew is beyond ecstatic to see you and yeonjun, maybe

✧ SOOBIN

firstly, how DARE you forget the 4th gen it pet's birthday???

secondly, soobin is so so petty about it

even more than yeonjun probably

yes he knows odi is an animal and probably doesn't give a shit whether you're there or not, but you know who is a human with feelings and does give very many shits? soobin.

after you've both decided to raise him as your own? after all the family photoshoots? after soobin odi wrote that card for you on parents day telling you how happy he was to have you? how could you forget your own son's birthday??

he's livid

talks about odi the entire day, shows you a gazillion pictures of him doing random things and constantly redirects any conversation you have to back odi

"there's a fire in the kitchen" "okay, but didn't odi look so cute today?"

if you don't catch on after a while he'll be even more upset 😭

cue the silent treatment

you have to remember on your own, it's not special anymore if he tells you

locks himself in his room to celebrate with odi while complaining very loudly

"why am I the only one here? well odi, I'm the only who cares enough to remember your birthday"

every few minutes he randomly laughs at the top of his lungs as if odi told him the most stomach grabbing, knee slapping, air gasping joke in existence

gets sick of it eventually and just tells you to join him because as much as he loves odi he can't keep pretending to have conversations with him 😭

you make odi a paper mache birthday hat as an apology and all is forgiven

✧ BEOMGYU

poor gyu had a vision of how this day would go

he was ecstatic when you told him you too the day off on toto's birthday a weak prior

the two of you would head to daegu on a bus and share earphones and listen to the playlist he made and you and his family would celebrate toto's birthday together and the day would be full of rainbows of and glitter

why are you not sticking to the script and taking on a shift for your co-worker instead of celebrating your son's birthday

you will be receiving an earful from both him and toto

teaches toto how to swear so he can yell at you too

it's already a crime you didn't get him any gifts ontop of it you just forgot it was his birthday as a whole? the audacity

will take you to court to file for a divorce and claim full custody of toto

jokes aside i feel like of them all he'd be the most upset about this

it's not just about you forgetting toto's birthday, it's about you promising you'd be there just to forget and bail last minute

it wouldn't hurt him too much but he's still sad your forgot because toto means so much to him

i feel like at first he'd get in his head about it, wondering if maybe you did remember but just don't care or didn't want to go with him in the first place

which will make him more upset 😭

will definitely complain to toto

eventually he'll realise it's silly to make those assumptions and calm down but don't expect him to forgive you

silent treatment pt 2

you're so confused about why he refuses to talk to you until his mom sends you the pictures they took that day with toto

you are screwed ❤️

you will NEVER live this down

buy him iu albums for his lp player and he's all over you again, but he won't forget to mention it every birthday toto has in the future

✧ TAEHYUN

he doesn't want to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad but at the same he wants to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad

being a sadist and an opportunist is a dangerous combo

he is a bit sad you forgot hobak's birthday but we live, we love, we lie 🤥

probably one of those pet owners who go out of their way to throw their pet a birthday party and bake them a cake and everything

he understands it probably just slipped your mind and it isn't that deep to him, he just wants to tease you because it's funny

so he's making a cake out of fish heads for hobak as you watch in horror

goes on about how fish bones are actually really good for your digestive system and you're just nodding along trying to figure out how you're going to order other food without him noticing

"...what are you making babe?" "dinner"

expects you to realise what's actually happening when he starts grinding cat treats for a crumble but at that point you're just too scared to question what's happening

and it is hilarious to him 😭

tries to feed you some every now and then and puts all his child actor skills into not laughing

"but you're my taste tester babe how else will I know of everyone else will like it?" 😞😞

you can feel your heart in your ass when he says that because no way he's planning to feed his monstrosity to other people too???

he drags you along to his parents' house and you don't even want to look at the food table because he's convinced you everyone will be enjoying a pedigree tiramisu

you wonder if it's too late to break up with him and save yourself

thankfully his sister informs you that taehyun is pulling your leg and the cake is for hobak

you don't even care anymore you're just glad to not be eating cat food for dinner

✧ HEUNINGKAI

honestly forgot his rock's birthday himself

both of you are just blissfully unaware it's been a year since Huening Lionel Mbappe has graced you with its presence

he collects dust on Kai's windowsill as you both go about your day 😭

it's like one of those toys you're fascinated with for a day and then it rots and decomposes in your cupboard for the rest of eternity

the both of you wake up with this feeling of impending doom thinking that you forgot something really important, but can't put your finger on it

so to try and figure it out you both do everything you've been putting off for a while

it's the most productive either of you have been in years

assignments? submitted. lyrics? written. laundry that's been laying on the floor since 2018? washed, dried, packed and folded

gets praise from all the staff and members because they think he's finally taking those new years resolutions seriously

january was almost a year ago but it's never too late to start !!

you get a shit ton of chores done but something still feels off

the both of you are just going mad lol

eventually you admit defeat and decide whatever it is, you will hope it wasn't important and deal with it when the time comes

you're both watching jjk when taehyun comes in with a cupcake ready to sing to the birthday rock and you feel so stupid ❤️

he's genuinely upset you both forgot the rock's birthday

the fact taehyun remembered just adds salt to his wounds 😭

so you split the cupcake on behalf of Huening Lionel Mbappe and call it a day

🗯️ taglist. @k-labels @kpopcontentcreatorsclub @kflixnet @newbie-kpop-fan @fairy-yeo @tsxkkis @pnkvernon @kynrki @hoonfever @haknom @soov

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creatingblackcharacters · 1 month ago

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What do you think makes y'all not say anything?

Often if I don't say something, it's because I'm not in that particular fandom and don't want to give any engagement to that person because I find it incredibly distasteful. Either that or it's not the original artist posting the image and I can't find them.

Why do you think your peers are comfortable with what they're doing?

I'm not sure, but usually if it's someone I know or is inside my space I point it out and give constructive feedback. I wonder if it's purposeful ignorance, sort of like how people pretend to be bad at chores to get away with it?

Why is it so safe to be antiblack in these fan spaces?

I think people feel comfortable being anti Black when creators and artists don't shut that shit down.

If it's just ignorance, why is educating oneself not a priority when it is offered?

Probably because people don't want to face the fact their behavior isn't okay. It reminds me of a toddler who doesn't want to admit they broke something so they blame it on the pets.

Does it not bother you?

It bothers me immensely! But I don't often see these things, usually only finding them when scrolling Google images or on Pinterest whenever I'm looking for references. In which case I don't know who the artist is and feel too disappointed in humanity to go searching for them.

What is the boundary to where you feel you would be bothered enough to speak up?

If it's someone within my space, someone I know through mutuals, common friends, or someone I have interacted with prior I would confront them. Based on that interaction I'll either help or give up on them.

I also feel like it depends on the severity, if it's something a little more subtle I'm more likely to privately DM and say "hey, you should probably fix [x]"

But if it's an egregious error such as skin lightening or white-washing features I'm more likely to comment publicly and encourage my friends to speak up as well.

Am I asking the wrong questions?

I think you're asking the right questions, but I think a lot of people also don't want to answer them truthfully. Or with their names attached (I can't help but feel uneasy about my name being attached but I know it's an opportunity for me to grow if my viewpoint is inappropriate or inaccurate)

What questions should I be asking, and what exactly do you think the answers would be to those questions?

I think the question that is missing is, "Why are creators allowing their fans and fan spaces to be anti-Black and not protecting their own fans?"

In my opinion, creators have to protect their minority groups in their fan spaces. If you let one nazi in a bar, it'll become a nazi bar, y'know?

I don't think creators are fully at fault for everything their fan spaces do, but I do think they have a responsibility to shut down shit and point out that they don't stand for that.

If people who have the power and strength speak up and make it cringey and shameful to be anti-Black, then people will follow suit. I think people who white wash are super cringe. Like what are you??? Afraid of melanin? Go get skin cancer, stinky. /Silly

Genuine question- why do you need to be in a fandom to call out racism if you see it there?

What happens when it's the creator who is also racist, especially when they are comfortable with the fan base that is on the same page? What will be the creator's motivation to change if their fan base is okay with their behavior in exchange for their content?

I agree about the creators, yes. More questions to consider: If the creator allows Nazis into their bar, yes it's a Nazi bar. But if the other patrons know Nazis attend this bar uncalled out, and still go to it knowing full well that they're not the ones in danger if they say nothing... What makes them not a participating Nazi? Because they have power too, more than they think, and aren't using it!

Also you shouldn't joke about cancer 😅

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citrusinicake · 8 months ago

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Day 2 :: Zombie Apocalypse

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do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to be a zombie in this economy? you just go out there trying to have a bite to eat so you go up to some randos and they just start SHOOTING YOU! like straight up just SHOOTING YOU! like what the hell man? i mean i know im trying to rip your brains out and shit but cant you let a guy just fucking eat???? speaking of, this guy's brain tastes weird like im pretty sure its at least fifty percent plastic, maybe even a hundred percent i don't know. was he your boyfriend or something? does this mean you're single? wanna go out sometime? you're annoying as shit but i like that in a man, keeps you on your toes y'know? keeps you humble as well like you just wake up in bed one day and go "oh god this is the guy im dating and i don't even want to break up with him or anything what the hell's wrong with me," which i think is a pretty important thing to have-- at least for me 'cause im awesome as shit and if i don't have that sort of anchor i'll probably lke turn into god or something and i dont wanna be god. not out of self-esteem issues or anything, just out of principle 'cause i think that everyone should have a fair chance at killing me which not gonna lie is pretty easy but that's besides the point, the point is that i think anyone who wants to be god is fucking stupid and should just fucking die. like, hello??? who the hell do you think you are rying to reign above other people? are you stupid? are you dumb? hello? anyways, if you wanna know more about what i think of this i post a lot on r/atheism, im user u/waffleontopp-- wait , do i have to explain reddit to you? 'cause you seem more like a tumblrina to me, honestly reddit's pretty similar to tumblr so you won't have a lot of trouble figuring it out on your own but don't be shocked ifbyou see cock and balls on there since porn isn't banned there unlike tumblr. how's that whole thing treating you by the way? must be tough not seeing some girl's boobs every once in a while-- wait are you gay or bi? must be tough not seeing some guy's boobs every once in a while, that won't be problem if you start dating me though. haha just kidding, my chest is basically concave now after a survivor beat me repeatedly with a baseball bat so ive got like negative double D's now. oh but i do know this one guygirlthing whose boobs are out basically 24/7 who likes to hang out with me and this other guy so maybe that'll make up for it. they're not zombies and im pretty sure they didnt get infected so you don't have to worry about that but they miiiight have rabies or something im not sure to be honest so maybe watch out for that instead. if youre wondering why two non-infected humans are hanging out with a zombie then we're in the same boat, might have something to do with the possible rabies i mentioned earlier. also if they tell you that im their pet zombie that is simply not true, if anything it's the other way around, they're my pet guard dogs and they do basically anything i say even if it kills them. or at least i wish it would kill them, they're way too hardy in my opinion, i need them to die so i can eat their brains-- oh but then i'll have to do manual labor. hmm, on second thought, they can stay actually i don't wanna deal with all that. normally i dont even do my own kills nowadays, i just leave a trap or get the other two to do it for me, you guys just caught me offguard which is lowkey embarassing but trust me i am a huge, like Huge alpha sigma gamma male and would totally dominate everyone else around me. but not in a god way of course, just in a lone sigma alpha gamma wolf kinda way like those anime wolf furry drawings. you know the ones. and like im not a furry but not gonna lie they totally popped off with those

#mine.art #baconswagweek2024 #baconswag

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techs-ass · 1 year ago

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Shark Sundays: Epaulette Shark

Hello, hello! Welcome to my Shark Sundays post where every week I let people pick a shark that I then just kind of info dump about on Sundays. This week's shark winner is the Epaulette shark!

Now, please remain seated for the whole ride and try not to throw popcorn at the narrator, they're very sensitive.

Conservation Status: Least Concerned

This adorable little sea pup is the Epaulette shark or Hemiscyllium ocellatum! Their base body color is a creamy or slightly brownish hue and marked with widely spaced dark brown spots. The Epaulette shark gets its name from the very large, white-margined black spot behind each pectoral fin, which kinda looks like decorative military epaulettes. These little guys are one of the smaller species of sharks growing at a maximum of 27 to 35 inches long (70-90 cm) and living for around 20 to 25 years. They can be found in shallow tropical water at around the depth of 131 ft. (40 m) in the western Pacific Ocean usually near New Guinea and Australia.

The Epaulette shark feeds at low tide and is most active during dusk and dawn. They hunt for food by pushing their snout into the sand and shuffling around, once the prey is located they will thrash their body around to catch it. The way they chew their food is actually kinda cute as they'll chew it with little bits sticking out of their mouth. Speaking of prey and eating, these guys eat things that are somehow tinier than they are, mostly feeding on crustaceans, small fish, and polychaete worms. The adults will usually eat shrimp and crabs while the juveniles will mostly eat worms and fish. Though both of them use suction feeding!

Now because these little cuties are usually found in warm, shallow waters they regularly interact with humans. If you happen to see one in the water, don't panic! The most these guys might do is nip at your toes if you wiggle 'em too much but otherwise, they're completely harmless and have no recorded attacks on humans.

Fun Fact: Some Epaulettes are actually kept as pets. They thrive pretty well in smaller environments and are relatively docile besides the occasional little bite to their caretakers.

Now that we've gotten past the basics now I can tell you about the most fascinating thing about Epaulettes. Are you ready? Cause you gotta be ready for this fact. It's a really cool fact. Are you sitting down? Not drinking anything? Ok, ok here it is:

Epaulette sharks can walk on dry land for up to 98 ft. (30 m) and survive hypoxia - a deficiency of oxygen- for two. whole. hours.

Yeah, you read that correctly. The Epaulette SHARK can walk!!! on land!!! Look at this gif and tell me it's not the coolest shit you've ever seen.

Look at him go!! AHH!! *shakes you aggressively* WE ARE LITERALLY WATCHING A MARINE ANIMAL GO THROUGH THE EVOLUTION OF LEARNING TO WALK ON LAND!!! IT COULD POSSIBLY EVOLVE TO BE A FULL LAND ANIMAL WITHIN 30 TO 40 YEARS!!!!

*ahem* Now you may be asking, "But Mal, why are they walking on land?" Well, there are multiple answers to this question. The main one is that they do this to get from tide pool to tide pool allowing them to access new pools to forage for food, or tidepools with better-oxygenated water. They also use this little talent to evade predators! As y'know, other sharks and large fish can't walk on land like this absolute Chad. Scientists believe that with the effects of climate change, this ability will help them to survive drastic changes to their environments.

Speaking of survival, let's talk about the Epaulette's conservation status. Thankfully for these little guys, the IUCN Red List has them as a species under "least concern" This means that there's nothing that really poses any major risk to their species and they're relatively abundant. They do, of course, have natural predators but because it has no value as a commercial food fish and is not considered a sport fish, the Epaulette isn't really targeted by humans except for the aquarium trade. So if you're favorite shark is the Epaulette then you've got pretty much nothing to worry about as the Epaulette's are happy and thriving!

This doesn't mean that humans pose no threat to the Epaulette. Our actions still have a huge impact on their lives! From overfishing to reef destruction, and how toxic the exotic trade can be, we still have to be careful. It's important that we recognize our actions have consequences and not just on us. It's our job to spread awareness and hold each other accountable (especially big corporations who cause most of the damage.)

Aaaand this concludes this week, Shark Sundays! I do hope you enjoyed reading about this cute shark and I hope you learned something new! Thank you so much for stopping by <3 If you want to be put on the tag list for Shark Sundays (including the polls to vote for which shark you want to read about next!) then just let me know in the comments or reblogs!

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#sharks #shark facts #shark conservation #epaulette shark #shark sundays #sea puppies with very sharp teeth #marine life #marine biology #sea life #sharks are just neat little guys #science #conservation

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astral--horrorshow · 1 year ago

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Dollhouse - Platonic Yandere Dastardly Danny x GN Reader

A/N: Sorry if the ending was rushed, I had to get it out quick because it's @katswritingcorner birthday today!! Happy, birthday, Kat! This has been in production since early July, so I hope it's okay.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

TW: Kidnapping, extreme babying/coddling (NOT AGE REGRESSION, nothing against it just wanted to make it clear) spinal injuries, non-consentual touching (NON-SEXUAL) this is strictly platonic

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You gripped the end of the mitten with your teeth, pulling the end of it as hard as you could. Despite your hardest efforts, it didn't budge, leaving you in a state of distress. You had been trying for days to take off the mittens to no avail, Danny must've stuck them on your hands with magic.

It was extremely humiliating, being stripped of your independence. You could barely do anything by yourself with them on. Then again, he barely let you do anything by yourself, mittens or no mittens.

Maybe that was just your life now. Full of mittens and socks and being spoon-fed porridge by a criminal who had kidnapped you and also happened to be a giant rat. Was that sad or funny? You didn't know.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear, or so they say, as you were caught up in your thoughts of your life with him, you didn't hear Danny's footsteps nor did you notice his presence behind you until he had set a hand on your shoulder, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

He chuckled, "Hi, honey. What are you doing in here?"

You looked up at him from your sitting position on one of the boxes in the storage room, a room that you hadn't had the chance to go in, until now. Danny pet the top of your head like one would to a cat, smiling at you patronizingly.

"Silly, there's nothing interesting in here. Why don't you come have some dinner?"

Danny didn't wait for you to speak at all, as he was already leaning down to pick you up before he even finished his sentence. He pulled you up into a sitting position in his arms, and you instinctivly wrapped your arms around his shoulders to stay steady.

Danny carried you to the kitchen, where he set you in a foldup chair at the table. His accomplice, Leonard, eyed you and him up with a furrowed brow. The other accomplice, Mickey, focused his eyes directly on you, not even trying to conceal his excitement at seeing you. Unfortunatly for you, he had a bit of an obession with humans.

Danny halted your train of thought by gently rubbing the top of your head and lifting up your chin with his fingers, "I'm going to get you a blanket. Will you wait here for me?" He spoke in a saccherine tone, and he smiled at you when you nodded.

"Good, good."

He strolled out of the kitchen, shooting Leonard and Mickey a stern look as if ordering them to play nice. All in vain, for as soon as his footsteps were distant, Mickey jumped up from his seat and rushed towards you.

You tried to dive under the table to avoid his grasp, but he merely wrapped his flippers around your waist and dragged you back out. He threw himself back onto the chair he was sitting on, pulling you onto his lap. You squirmed and whimpered, but he didn't let up. Mickey pinched and squeezed your cheeks while asking you various different questions about humans.

"What's it like on the topside, y'know, cause you don't have magic and all! How do you even fight? Or rob places? Or-"

"Mickey!"

Leonard snarled at him, his face twisted into a sort of grimace. He took a deep breath, and unconvincingly put on a calmer countinance.

"Leave the human alone."

"But why?"

Mickey whined, dragging out the word "why" for a few moments.

"Because, you goob, Danny'll get pissed at us! You know how much he likes that human!"

"Well, I don't care what Danny says! This is the only human I've ever me-"

Mickey cut himself off abrubtly, staring at the doorway. "Hi, Danny..."

Danny didn't say anything, opting to stand there, fuming. He looked like he was about to snap at his eel companion, but calmed himself down when he looked at you. He merely marched up to Mickey and scooped you up into his arms again, giving him a few moments to scramble back to his chair. Danny glared at him for a few seconds before setting you back down and wrapping you in the blanket he had retrived. His face softened as he cupped your chin in his hand, carefully pointing his sharp nails away from you. He went to the counter and brought back a bowl of pasta. Those bow-like things, as you knew them. Danny held the fork up to your mouth.

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Danny finished buttoning up your pyjama shirt, careful not to scratch the fabric with his nails. When he was done, he stood up again to his normal height and smiled at you fondly.

"Time for bed, sweetness."

He lead you over to the bed in the corner of his bedroom, all for you. It was decorated with various blankets and pillows for the most comfort a dingy criminal hideout could provide. He pulled back the covers for you, and you crawled inside.

"I'll be in the living room. Tell me if you can't sleep. Alright, honey?"

"Mhm..."

Your eyes were already getting heavy. Maybe he'd conditioned you to feel sleepy whenever you got into that bed. When he had first taken you there, you couldn't sleep at all, even of you tried. Unfortunatly for you, Danny's solution to insomia were sleeping pills. Many, many, sleeping pills. He only had to slip them in a drink he gave you, and you would be out before you saw the bottom of the cup.

Danny chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

He left you as you drifted off, turning out his bedroom light and not taking his eyes off of you until the door was shut.

He sighed when he shut the door, and strolled to the living room, where Leonard and Mickey were watching TV. The ogre yokāi side-eyed him as he sat down in his armchair, and his eye twitched when he saw him pull out a sewing kit and one of your shirts with a broken button.

"Why do you even like that human so much?"

Danny jerked his head up, but not in surprise. He knew the day he found you that Leonard would eventually ask that question. "I don't have to answer that, Leonard." If he had been naive, he would've been more snappish and aggressive. But he had mentally prepared himself, and was able to keep his temper under control. Besides, he had dealt with both Leonard and Mickey for a while. He was stern, not aggresive.

"Yes, you do! I'm the leader!"

"Not here, you aren't."

Leonard shut his mouth, but was clearly infuriated. Mickey continued to watch TV, used to Danny-Leonard arguments. Danny got up from his chair and left, taking his sewing project with him.

Leonard watched, but didn't say anything, still pissed at Danny but knowing he was kind of right. He was only the leader in missions and heists. He had no control over what his cohorts did in private, unfortunately for him. He could make Danny return that human he obviously stole. Why did he even want a human in the first place? It would only weigh them down. But, no. Danny insisted on treating the human like it was sentient doll or something. Leonard fell back into the couch, groaning and massaging his temple. He could bother himself with Danny later. Family Feud was on.

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You stood on the toilet seat, your socks protecting your feet from the freezing porcelain. Tugging at the lock on the window with all your might, you were so desperate to get out of your captor's grasp. He had finally left with his cohorts on a heist, you overheard them say. Fortunately for you, the lock was flimsy enough to snap off with some pulling. Unfortunately for you, you no longer had something from keeping you from falling backwards.

You fell to the floor, landing on your back and knocking all the air out of your lungs. Despite the pain your spine was in, however, you picked yourself up off the ground. You had come this far. You couldn't give up now.

You squeezed yourself out of the winow, which was ground level, and stood up, looking around. It was a desolate alleyway, with trash and debris strewn around. Some sort of creature was eating the sludge out of a tipped-over garbage bin, and the whole alley gave an unpleasant smell.

As soon as you had taken in your surroundings, you immediately booked it down another alleyway. They could be home any minute, you weren't sticking around for that. Ignoring the awful pain your spine was in, you wouldn't stop moving your legs. Despite the coldness of the alleyways and the wind whipping at you, sweat ran down your body in buckets, soaking your shirt. The horrible mittens weren't helping, either.

You took a break from your running to sit behind a dumpster in a dead-end alley, gripping a mitten with your teeth again. But no matter how hard you pulled, it wouldn't budge off your wrist. You struggled and grunted, perking up the ears of someone passing by. You didn't hear the footsteps walking towards you, too focused on your mitten eviction efforts.

"Hello, little one. What are you doing here?"

You gasped and looked up in surprise. A monsterously tall and muscular cat mutant was gazing down at you. You backed up as far as you could against the wall, eyes widening. "Hey, hey. It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. See? Here."

They held up their hands, trying to assure you that they had no tricks up their sleeves. You relaxed yourself cautiously, (tensing up only made your spine hurt more) but still had your arms wrapped around your body in vain protection.

"My name is Darby. Were you trying to get your gloves off?"

You nod, silent.

"I could help you with that, if you'd like."

You thought for a moment. On one hand, you didn't want them to get close. On the other hand, you really needed those mittens off, and Darby might be able to do it. You nodded, slowly, and Darby smiles gently. They walk over to you, and you give them your hands.

"Oh, this is just a simple binding spell."

They ran their finger across the edge of each mitten, and then pulled them off effortlessly. Your head turned up to them, and they smiled wider.

"Is that better?"

You nodded, and they stood up to their full, monsterous height. They didn't seem very scary after they helped you, though. For the first time in weeks, you smiled.

"Do you need help with anything else? I can help you, you know."

You shook your head. You didn't want to risk them getting in danger if Danny found out they helped you. "Are you sure? Isn't there something wrong?"

"No. It's okay. I'm okay."

The sound of your own voice surprised you. You didn't talk much these days. Darby frowned, but didn't come any closer. "Well, alright.. but if you need help, you always have a friend at the bar on 47th street. Keep yourself safe, now."

With that, they walked off, and you didn't stop gazing at them until they had turned a corner. You took a deep breath, and picked yourself up off of the floor again. You involuntary switched between stumbling along and akwardly jogging every few seconds. Jeez, did you sprain your legs in that fall, too? They were killing you.

Still, you pushed on. The pain was worth it to get away from Danny and that horrible, miserable, no-good bunker. You practically dragged yourself until you found a ladder leading up to a rooftop. You could climb it to get a good viewpoint of at least the area you were in. This wasn't New York, this was a mutant city. You needed to get to a vantage point.

You stumbled to the ladder, and took a deep breath. With your pained legs and possibly fractured spine, this wasn't going to be easy, but you needed to do it if you ever wanted to escape back to the topside. You flung yourself up and gripped the bars so hard you were probably going to have blisters later. You continued to clamber up the metal rings, heart stopping every time your foot slipped a bit.

You were making good progress, until you heard something that actually made your heart stop for longer than a second.

Someone was calling your name. Frantically.

The voice sounded all-too familiar.

You turned back to see Danny sprinting towards you.

All your pain was forgotten as you started to scale the wall with all of your speed and might, finally reaching the top of the building as Danny reached the base of the ladder.

Once you were standing on the rooftop, you frantically looked around for any sort of way out. Another ladder, a fire escape, awnings or balconies you could shimmy down.

Alas, nothing.

Danny's hand reached the top of the ladder, and he ran straight for you. You were sweapt up into a tight embrace that had you gasping for air. You started to sob as the adreneline wore off, you became aware of your injuries again, and the hopelessness of situation all came crashing down at you at once.

Danny shushed and hugged you, "Shhh, it's okay, you're okay."

A tear fell down your cheek and you gazed at the bright lights of the city.

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Taglist: @yanteetle @oleander-nin @faetaiity @lucifernos2

#yandere #yandere rottmnt #yandere mud dogs #yandere tmnt #yandere dastardly danny

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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This was requested by an Anon.

Sort of similar to the other concept I did for him, just with a different pairing/intention. This became more self indulgent than I wanted, but I'm obsessed with the idea of such a badass guy going soft for you.

Yandere! Doom Slayer Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Protective behavior, Violence/murder, Slight stockholm syndrome if you squint, Clingy behavior, Trauma, OOC Slayer I guess?

The Doom Slayer seems like he'd be an overprotective yandere for the most part.

He falls into one of my favorite dynamics, big buff superhuman falls for weaker darling.

He'd definitely keep you in the Fortress of Doom after meeting you, believing you aren't safe on Earth until the demons are rid of.

At first he'd probably be rather dismissive.

Based on what he's gone through, he isn't the most sane person.

He doesn't know how to interact with you for a bit other than checking in on you.

He knows after you've been on Earth you're quite shaken.

He's used to seeing demons everywhere but he has to get used to you being a bit more fragile.

His yandere intentions don't manifest until much later on, to you he just seems like humanity's protector.

A slayer sent to Earth to cleanse it of its sins.

Plus, like my previous concept, you grow close to him.

It's you being in the Fortress of Doom that allows you to see the Doom Slayer in his more vulnerable moments.

You've caught him rearranging his little collectible toys, holding back a playful snicker he couldn't hear.

You also watch him tinker with his praetor suit.

He enjoys it when you sit beside him while he tests components, simply asking about him and his mission.

Not like you get much, he usually likes to communicate through actions.

When he really starts to feel comfortable around you, he lets his guard down.

One time you caught the armored soldier slouched over, asleep surprisingly.

He doesn't usually sleep... or at least you've never seen him.

It must've been a power nap as when you tried to help him be more comfortable, he woke up to you.

He merely stared at you while you hovered over him, a gaze so gentle and full of concern....

Luckily his helmet hid his gaze-

Speaking of which, you rarely see the Doom Slayer without his armor on.

He hasn't been around people often, used to gore and tearing demons apart.

Which is why when he spends softer moments with you he acts so confused.

One time you saw him with his helmet off, you both looked at each other shocked.

Then you smiled.

"Y'know, you look nice without it."

He stares at you in surprise before changing his gaze.

You are the only recent human he's close to now.

Sitting with him in his station... seeing what he looks like.

Your compliment encourages him to take it off more around you.

It'll be awhile before he takes the full armor off, but the helmet is fine.

It weakens the barrier between you.

Such a simple action makes human contact so much easier.

The Doom Slayer isn't sure how to act when he develops softer feelings for you.

You give him such a gentle look, so much softer than his hardened gaze.

One time, you weren't thinking and lightly touched his exposed face.

You both freeze and you pull away.

"Sorry..."

"...No."

He didn't want you to pull away.

Next thing you know you simply sat by him, hand in his own.

You two could be the only humans alive and you wouldn't know.

All you ever see is him.

Can you really blame yourself for getting attached?

The Slayer himself thaws at your presence.

You make him, someone meant to slaughter, melt.

The first thing he does after his missions is look for you.

You're usually keeping things tidy while he's gone.

Then he greets you with a tap on the shoulder, putting the helmet down.

For the most part, around you he's uncharacteristically soft.

You give him comfort similar to what Daisy gave him.

His pet rabbit, yes, the Slayer compares you to his closest pet.

A small, gentle animal... meant to be held and cherished.

He may even hold you when he's comfortable enough.

You're all of a sudden picked out of your seat, placed on the cold metal of his armor.

He then ruffles your hair in calming patterns, sighing.

You have an effect on him.

Even more so when you hold his face, trying to share the affection.

For the most part, you may reciprocate to him.

He's the only human you have left....

It's when he gets overprotective that you distance yourself a bit.

He gets clingier, wanting you by him when he's around.

He even gets frustrated when he has to continue his mission.

The lack of personal space irks you.

Yet you also enjoy the Slayer's affections.

You just wish you could wander the station without him breathing down your neck.

It slowly becomes less about overprotective behavior and more just him exploring this fixation he has with you.

He pets you when he hugs you....

It's so weird to feel when he does it.

If he catches you no longer giving him those gentle looks or soft touches, it upsets him.

You saw him without his armor when you wanted to be alone once.

Like he was trying to make you more comfortable by being more casual.

Sighing, you give it a shot.

He calmed down when you laid on top of him, allowing him to take in your warmth and run his hands down your back.

The Slayer would slaughter every demon in existence for you.

The thought of such beasts hurting you...

Taking you away from his arms after he's tasted comfort...

It keeps him going.

That alone is enough motivation to continue his crusade.

He'd kill anything for you.

Just to have you in his arms.

You rarely see his yandere tendencies.

It's all taken out on the demons.

A Marauder commented about you once...

The Slayer didn't let him finish, a chainsaw shoved deep in his gut.

Rage fuels the Slayer.

Along with obsession, a craving for attention from you.

He's told you make him weak...

He responds by killing more and more hordes.

He's meant to be a gladiator, a fighter for demonic entertainment...

Now he's yours and he's happy.

What would make him happier is a kiss, a true unfiltered form of love from you.

He sinks further and further both into the army of demons, and his obsession for you.

He worries he'll scare you.

That you could never love a beast such as him.

Yet, you reciprocate mostly.

You encourage him to relax at the station with you.

He'd never give you up.

The demons would have to pry you out of his grasp if they wanted to take you away from him...

Although their claws would be cut before they got the chance.

For being what he is, towards the one he cares most about he is obsessive, protective, and clingy.

But in the situation of Doom Eternal, it isn't that bad.

He's all you have any way... how could you not soon grow to love him?

#yandere doom #yandere doom eternal #yandere doom slayer #yandere doomguy

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scarletiswailing347 · 9 months ago

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postinf the text for my day 2 bsweek prompt here cause its making me lag lol

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catsafarithewriter · 1 year ago

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A/N: PART 9 of the Bedlam au, and the plot thickens (for Baron and Muta, at least)

Baron's human facade is almost perfect, save that there's something still a touch feline about his eyes. People generally don't notice – or can't quite pin down his exact cause of uncanniness – and so he can navigate the human world at least without incident, if perhaps not with expertise.

"It's the stop after this," Muta whispers beneath his breath, curled up on the train seat beside Baron. Despite the temporary human spell being something Baron was fairly sure he could adapt for a regular cat, Muta had always refused, making it quite clear just how much he didn't trust Baron's dabbling in magic. Given that Baron's first attempt with the spell on himself had actually transformed him into a full cat for a week, Baron can't exactly argue.

If Muta had agreed to try out the human spell, Baron can't help but note, it'd make taking directions from him a lot easier.

The other reason Muta had refused the human spell, Baron suspects (along with the amusement of watching Baron make a fool out of himself by asking directions from a cat, he's sure) is obvious the second time after a fellow traveller pauses to pet him and smuggle a treat or two in the process.

"See if I ever bake again for you," Baron murmurs as a schoolgirl hops off the train, her lunchbox significantly lighter than when she hopped on. "I thought you said you were worried for Haru and Toto."

"I never said worried," Muta corrects critically. "Anyway, a cat can multitask. And this is us." He jumps down from the seat before Baron can argue any further, and Baron has to get moving before he's left behind.

Despite all the time that Haru had been with them, the Bureau have never visited her flat. They know where she lives – and occasionally they may have crashed through her window on more than one urgent case – but the front door is untrodden ground.

"We could just sneak in through the window," Muta offers as they approach the flat block.

"We're not breaking and entering into Haru's flat."

"Well, not looking like that, sure," Muta says. "You'll need to ditch the humanity, otherwise we'll have the cops called on us. Anyway, it ain't breaking and entering if we don't break anything."

"We're doing this the courteous way," Baron says stiffly.

"Oh good, we can just look like cold callers then."

Baron rings the bell for Haru's flat, not deigning Muta with so much as a glance.

"So what's the plan if she's not home on account of the, y'know, whatever drama she's thrown herself into?" Muta asks. "Can we then use the window?"

The intercom buzzes into life, and only years of practice stops Baron from throwing a triumphant smirk.

"Yes, who is it?"

It's not Haru's voice which rises from the intercom, but still that of a woman. Baron recalls the name of Haru's flatmate – Hiromi. "We're friends of Haru's," he replies. "Is she in?"

"She's at work."

"Doesn't sound too perilous," Baron mouths to Muta, who only scowls.

"Excuse me, but who is this?" Hiromi asks again, her voice sharpening with suspicion. "How did you say you know her?"

"We're friends from the charity she volunteered at," Baron says, repeating the lie he knows Haru gave to explain her frequent Bureau absences. "We were hoping to ask her a few questions."

"Can't you just wait until she has another shift?"

Baron pauses. Blinks. "I'm sorry, another shift where?"

"At the charity," Hiromi answers. She speaks slowly, curtly. "The place you claim to also volunteer at?"

"What?"

Hiromi scoffs. "Look, I don't know who you are or why you're pretending to know Haru, but you'd better scram before I call security."

The intercom goes dead, and Baron and Muta exchange glances. Muta makes no attempt to hide the smirk, however short-lived it is. "So what's Chicky doing still pretending she's part of some bogus charity if she ain't with the Bureau anymore?"

"Perhaps she really has taken up volunteering," Baron suggests, but it sounds weak even to him.

"Right... and it overlaps so perfectly with our odd hours that her flatmate hasn't even noticed a difference, I don't think." Muta raises an eyebrow. "Come on, we did it your way, now it's time for mine."

#bedlam au #cat writes

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e-tankx · 5 months ago

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Y'know it's been a while since I saw this and liked it, but I think it also needs a reblog because holy fuck, what happened to the adults? Why did this happen? How did this happen? What fucking snuck into their brains and led them to thinking shit like this? My mother still doesn't want to throw things away because it all just goes into a landfill and she doesn't want the environment to suffer. But when I explain that unless we stop things *right now*, we're rendering the planet potentially uninhabitable to the human race, within my life time, and that us clinging to trash that is cluttering our house is doing literally nothing compared to the oil companies, the silicon valley bros with their pet derivative AI, and the fucking US Military and their goddamned dick waving? "Well people said that things were going to go bad in the past and it never happened so why do we believe it now?" I tell her that I'm afraid of how capitalism demands eternal illness and sickness with the current plague still running through humanity, causing 10% of all infections to lead to potential life long disability. "Well it just won't happen to us." I bring up that people are desperately trying to escape the world we are creating for ourselves by immigrating to places that are less affected, and that truly this is *our* fault. "Well the border needs to be secure, and it's not! it's like anyone can just walk across and be here." Why are our parents simultaneously so afraid, and yet so cavalier about our future? It makes no goddamned sense. You're terrified of the idea of 'Illegal immigrants', but an actual fucking plague that still can kill, can still leave you permanently disabled, even with vaccinations, even with treatments, you're fine with? You don't want to have things languishing in a landfill, you want to do your part for the environment, but you dismiss every single climate scientist saying that things are fucked and will continue to be fucked unless changes, immediate changes, are made now? You don't want 'bad actors' to get into the country, but you instead want to continue to facilitate the reason *WHY* people feel the need to get into our country? And then simply throw up your hands because 'What if someone who comes in does something bad' What if the world was made of pudding? If we judge everyone on what they could potentially do then nobody is innocent. We all have hands that can hold weapons, we all have mouths that can speak poison, we all have thoughts that can turn dark and hateful. I just don't understand anymore.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.

then they started fighting Covid precautions.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.

now my parents think climate change is a myth.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.

then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.

now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.

you can guess who they voted for.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.

when did they forget?

#Why are they like this #Who did this to them #I remember my parents being smarter than this #willing to listen to me #willing to consider others opinions #was it all a lie

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wc-m0ch4 · 2 years ago

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Shadow the Hedgehog x gn! Reader Headcanons

I watched all the Sonic Prime episodes in one day LMAO I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Anyways,

PROLOGUE HCS

As most hcs with this mf starts, it took forever for him to finally trust you, let alone get into a relationship with you

I mean, can you blame him really? He's lost a lot, he's gone through a ton of shit, it's kinda to be expected

He talked to Rouge one day about how he felt more comfortable around you than others and she teased him relentlessly

"Shadoooow, you like them?"

"I prefer them over others, if that answers your question. Why are you making that face?"

Lowkey funny thing, when it finally hits him that he liked you he tries to figure out why he likes you.

At first he thinks maybe it's your looks so he stares at you a lot trying to pinpoint what part of you he likes, but he's got a rbf so it concerns you gravely

"Shadow are you angry at Y/n?"

"No, of course not. Why?"

"You're kinda... glaring... at them..."

"Oh."

Then he theorizes that it must be something from your personality. So he starts asking you a ton of questions randomly, but like, theoretical questions

'What would you do if two of your best friends were drowning and you only had enough strength to save one?' Type questions y'know

Then he tries to see if it's something you do, like if you're 'useful'. So he keeps a mental tally of how many times you do something for him or others. When you pay for yours and Amy's lunch, when you give Sonic the rest of your bag of chips, when you hold the door open for Rogue, etc.

Finally he realizes that it's not something in particular, he just likes you

He reveals this revelation to Rouge and she snorts lmao

She sets up a whole date-confession-thing without either of your knowledge to get Shadow to confess

REAL TIME HCS

He's very quiet with his affection

He'll pat you on the head or back, give you a small smile, make you lunch, help you with some work, small things y'know

If you're a human and a lot taller than him he uses this to his advantage and climbs you so he can see more

^Some of the few times he will allow you to carry him

He'll text you updates about what he's doing and when he'll be home and expects you do the same

If you forget he'll scold you like a toddler lmao

Don't forget the skin-care routine and ironing the sheets every night according to the Twitter takeover LMAO (it should have been me)

He's not one for going out on dates but he does enjoy going to the library or the park with you, somewhere quiet with not a lot of people

Shadow would enjoy theatre all the way (I don't say this cuz I'm a theatre kid nope def not)

Also not a fan of PDA but he'll hold your hand or have a hand on your shoulder

He gets jealous easily lol

Like if someone starts talking or, God forbid, flirting with you he'll be standing right behind you glaring at them

His pet names are demeaning LMAO

Like how he calls Sonic 'hedgehog' it's the same for you

He'll call you more typical terms of endearment if it's laced with sarcasm

"Well, dear, if you had done like I said earlier this wouldn't have happened."

"I'm sorry, I should've known making toast was too difficult for you, darling."

Shadow has a phone and social media and the only reason is so you can send him memes you find funny to him

I like to imagine showing him a funny video and he just sits there staring at it for a bit before turning to you and going "This is hilarious."

If you're in college or work from home he'll help you with some of your work

Okay but imagine he's standing behind you helping you with homework and he leans over to grab a pencil or something and then you're pressed between him and the desk JAGFHEBAUWVDHJ– ANYWAYS

He likes keeping his space clean so if you're mentally ill like me (LMAOOO) or just messy in general he's willing to help you clean up

Just enough to keep him satisfied :)

Okay but imagine stay-at-home dates with him like:

Cooking dinner together

Laying your head on his lap while you two watch a movie

Playing games or doing puzzles

Speaking of games, game nights are a regular thing with the group and Rogue drags Shadow along so in turn he drags you along

I ask you to imagine a huge game of Uno between Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, Amy, Cream, Big, Team Chaotix, Rogue, Shadow, and you.

Yeah, fucking insanity.

If there's any game where you have to pair up Shadow immediately grabs you

Absolutely NO chance he's pairing with Sonic lol

Moving on, he likes playing with your hair

If you need help doing a complex or a protective hairstyle he's got you fr

If you wear makeup, whether it's natural or more bold, he will compliment it

He'd probably help you with your makeup too if you asked lol

On a more sad note, he has times where he gets upset about his past so just give him space or comfort, whatever he needs at the time

If he gets upset about Maria ask him about her. It helps talking about her in a positive light when she was alive than replaying her death on repeat

So if you have your own bouts of depression (*cough cough* me *cough*) he'll understand and try to help in any way he can

On a more happier note, he likes getting you gifts

Homie is a very gift giving/ acts of service type of lover fr fr

Btw dating Shadow means being friends with Rogue and Omega, no exceptions

Ugh sorry this took forever to make I'm really lazy lmao

Did you guys notice that Jacksepticeye voices a character in one of the later Sonic Prime episodes cuz I did and I almost SCREAMED–

Anyways, send in requests if you want :)

#fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadow x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow headcanons

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betweenthescarletmoon · 3 years ago

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The Hollywood Reporter Roundtable Analysis

It was very intriguing for me how Oscar carefully delved into the question he was given by the host Lacey in 38:45, but in a slight surface-level way. Some information he's given in other times filled up a lot of the blanks he left behind in his answer.

First let's go over what they said.

Lacey: Your co-star from Scenes From a Marriage, Jessica Chastain, talked about [how] she had to go to a place that was so dark, and she's not sure she can sort of ever go to these places as an actress again. And I'm curious if you've felt any of that and how your individual, personal sort of boundaries shift with time, with experience, with success.

Oscar: You know, before I'd be like: "what limb do I have to take—cut off to make this scene three percent better?" But I think that it's about inspiration. [...] The whole reason process exists is to inspire, right? And sometimes you don't need a wild process to be inspired by something. Sometimes the words themselves will do it, um, sometimes the character is enough. Sometimes the situation is so harrowing that that's enough to inspire a whole history of a character. And sometimes you gotta: "what did he eat for breakfast? why did he do this?" In order to try, y'know, to inspire some imagination and some sense of truth, right, or some sense of—some emotional, interesting thing.

Oscar [continued]: But boundaries, I think, are becoming more important to me now. And then you have kids. Time is the most valuable commodity. And I think with Scenes From a Marriage, the scenes themselves—that [was what was] so harrowing, not so much the character. But also it mirrored a lot of things in my own life. [...] I'd be reading a bed time story to the young actress that's a five-year-old with a little bunny lamp, and then go home, arrive just in time to sit in the bed with the same exact bunny lamp, somehow, and read a story to my five-year-old— You know, it just starts to fuck with your head, because we're just a human being, so that's a weird situation! [...]

Oscar [yeah he makes up for not talking for almost the entire hour with this question]: After a while, I think it was just all the nature of it, you know? It was right in the height of the pandemic. It was in this factory in the Bronx that had been turned into a studio. It was only like sixty people. And these were very long—almost every shot was like a thirty-minute take. It felt like a weird hybrid between theatre and TV and film. And with someone that I've known for twenty years as well—so all those things created a very uncanny situation, that I think, going back, I probably would have been a little more mindful about. Like, y'know, a little clearer boundaries— And the truth is, even if it wouldn't have been quite as real or good (you know?), I'm okay with—I'm getting better with that idea that—I don't have to cut off a limb just to make it slightly better. It's okay. It's okay.

First off, i just wanna gush over his speech patterns bc I am that all over the place when I try to communicate my thoughts (i actually skipped a lot of his endearing stutters, pet phrases, and filler things he said to grasp at his next message). It's so relatable especially in a group full of people (not to mention legendary actors), because even a guy who looks as confident as him can still sound like he's making a discovery as he speaks and takes you along.

Now on to my analysis of what he said because at first I didn't completely get what he meant!

I have a feeling he's very perfectionistic, and from how he speaks about work in other articles as well as here, he also seems a workaholic. I believe in here he's trying to say that there should be different levels of immersion and hard work to connect with or explore the character instead of always bringing his all and beyond to the job.

Also, scenes from a marriage was as traumatic an experience to film as it was for us to watch (his words after 1:56 on this vid), and Jessica admitted to crying every day for four months during filming. It was a very intimate and emotionally intense series to film especially with such a close friend from Juilliard. So i believe both Oscar and Jessica gave everything they had to make this already overwhelming series feel as real and painful as possible. And since it's a hard setting to feel far removed from (both are married, have kids, have a sex life, could be facing divorce in the future bc of its high rates), it must have hit them even harder. I believe it's not truly an experience to watch sfam without you screaming at, insulting, or feeling immensely sorrowful for the characters because THAT is the reaction they fought hard to get from you. That pain, that anxiety, that tension, that rage, that pity, every emotion you felt that you could barely cope with? All crafted thanks to their extremely immersive and talented performance coupled with their flawless chemistry. But if it feels real to us, through a screen…for them it must've felt even more so. Unbearably more so.

So i believe these experiences, as well as having a family to take care of, and other priorities like time and mental health, have recently made it more important for him to strike a balance in his life. To stop obsessing over creating the perfect role or immersion, or to use these roles to cope with and process real life struggles (as he's admitted to do). I think it's important for him to now connect with real life more, like being a father and a husband, as well as just a human being. Not just an actor or a character.

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Important Excerpts from Articles about escapism and coping through acting (in case you don't feel like reading the last references):

New York Times: After His Mother’s Death, Oscar Isaac Turns to Shakespeare for Solace

“I didn’t know how to process any of this, but this [performing as Hamlet] I knew how to do.”

But [Hamlet is] also a tragedy that asks Mr. Isaac to relive the anguished death of a parent at every performance. In Sam Gold’s rowdy, deconstructionist staging, every time Mr. Isaac mud-wrestles, or lofts a prop skull or performs a mad scene in just a T-shirt and briefs, he seems to be working through his own loss, transforming raw private grief into riveting public performance.

As Mr. Isaac explained, performing has always helped him come to terms with his emotions. “This is how I’m able to function,” he said. “The only way that I’m really able to process stuff is through reflecting it.”

Esquire: The Dream of Oscar Isaac

To be in conversation with Oscar Isaac, who is forty-three, is to talk with someone who has thought deeply about the course of his life—not out of narcissism or vanity but by necessity, a desperate desire to find what feels like solid ground. For him. For his family. For us, whom his art reaches. He has worked to wrest meaning out of his confusions and fears. His effort is ongoing, and his audiences have the privilege of following him in his relentless and shattering performances, in search of the firm footing he lost every time another of his dreams was interrupted.

If superheroes have their capes and their flamethrowers to help them survive, we ordinary humans have our imagination. It has been our shelter for millennia, a way to express and to understand what feels incomprehensible. When it all gets too heavy, sometimes the fragile rope tethering us to solid ground snaps clean, and there is often no refuge sturdy enough to put us back together except in the intimate, private shelter of our minds.

NPR: For Oscar Isaac, life — and acting — is all about impermanence

“It [acting] is a funnel, and it's always been where I go to understand things about life and things that are happening to me. But it's one thing to grieve as a character and one thing to grieve as an actual person. And I think that there's still quite a lot of unresolved stuff there.”

I hope you enjoyed this post! I had to organize all my thoughts in one place because it's so fascinating and complex

#oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #the hollywood reporter #actors roundtable #the dream of oscar isaac #new york times #esquire #maaza mengiste #scenes from a marriage analysis #scenes from a marriage 2021 #scenes from a marriage #sfam #long post.#perfectionism #workaholism #oscar isaac roles #oscar isaac analysis #oscar isaac meta #long post

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jenodunno · 3 years ago

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Studying

a/n: aish i’m sorry i haven’t written in a while, i have no excuses for myself other that i had no inspiration to write. Anyways i hope you enjoy this cute little story of Jaemin tutoring you hehe

pairing: Jaemin x Reader

warnings: none ?

"How can you even get good grades in this class" You sigh looking at your boyfriend's test paper that the teacher just handed out.

"I don't know," He shrugs looking over at the grade on your paper "But I do know I'm better at it then you" He lets out a small laugh

"Instead of laughing you should be a good boyfriend and help me" You sulk, laying your head on your desk.

Let's just say Human Anatomy isn't the class you do best nor do you even like it, but the sadly you still need to pass the class to no disappoint your parents.

"Of course I'll help you out, love," He smiles looking at you before petting your head "I'll come over after school, like that we can get started"

"Wait, what ? Now ?" You asked in disbelief "I know I asked for help but not right away I want to rest my brain a little"

"Yah...no, the faster we study the faster you'll understand what's going on and anyways the next test is schedule for next week so it's best if you start now, love." He says letting out a small laugh at the end when you sighed once again for like the one hundredth time.

"Fine" You mumble burying your face in your hands.

Wednesday at your place, (A week till the test)

"Wait" Jaemin says trying to hold back his laughter while looking at the test you received back from your teacher yesterday because he's a great boyfriend and doesn't want to laugh at your failure "You're really going to tell me you don't know where the esophagus is,"

"No, I know where it is, It's just that-"

"Then why did you put throat instead,"

"Because technically-"

"No baby no, technically it isn't our throat"

“Well technically yes because when we eat food goes down in it-“

“I can tell this is going to be long” He sighs chuckling

“Heyy don’t laugh at me !” You huffed, pushing him lightly “can we take a break we've been reviewing for hours" You sighed

"It's only been 30 minutes, my love," Jaemin says and looks at you with an 'are you serious' face "And I pretty sure we'll need more than that if you don't know where the esophagus is" He chuckles

"You're really not going to let me go for that one" You say getting up off the floor

"Nope" He smiles at you, before kissing you on the nose.

Thursday at Jaemin's place, (6 days till the test)

"Maybe you'll focus more at my place" Jaemin mumbles opening the front door for the both of you.

"What's that suppose to mean" You say looking up at him

"I mean that, maybe studying in another environment that's not your usual one might help you focus more" He explains

"I practically live here with you, Jae" You looked at him laughing a little

“Yeah yeah whatever, come on” He laughs stepping a side a little letting you go in first before closing the door behind himself.

After getting settled on the kitchen counter with all the school work laid out in front of you guys and Jaemin to your left you try to pay attention. In the end you actually are paying attention to what Jaemin is showing and explaining to you, maybe he was right earlier....

"So as long as you can try to remember this graphic by heart you'll at least get a 10 out 35 on the test" He says trying to make you feel better

"Yah but that isn't enough," You blow out a breath

"I know it isn't, love, but that's still better than the grades you got yesterday, and anyways I'll try my best to help you" He says grabbing your hand into his own "Anyways let's focus on this chapter, most of the vocabulary and work that'll be on the test is in this chapter, okay ?" He says softly looking at you and when you nod at him he starts explaining.

After 2 hours of studying flying by, you both decide to take a break.

“You know I hope you focused more on what I was explaining to you and not my face.” He smirks before drink out of his water bottle

“W-what do you mean,?!” You answered back in a flustered state “I was paying attention to you.”

“Yeah to me or to what I was explaining,” He chuckles before raising an eyebrow at you “because to me it seemed like you were paying more to me, as in my face and not the work.”

"T-that's not true," You defended

"Come on just admit to it and I'll give you a kiss" He once again lifts the corner of his lips forming a smirk

"J-jaemin !"

Saturday at Jaemin's place, (4 days till the test)

You don't know if Jaemin is actually a really good tutor or he is a good tutor because suddenly you can understand things you didn't think you could or at least you think so. I guess you could say you were lucky to have him.

"Are you guys really studying on a Saturday ?" Jeno says walking in Jaemin's house as if it's his own with a basketball in his hands

"Hmm, Oh yeah I'm helping my princess over here not fail for our next test" Jaemin hums a response to Jeno barely acknowledging his presence "Anyways, do you understand the graphics over here, It's explaining how the fluids in-"

"What's up fuckers" Donghyuck says bursting into the living room with a football soccer ball in his hand "Jeez it's literally the weekend and you both are in here studying, tsk, you know it feels really good outside ?" He smirks at you, dropping his weight on the couch "I would say the weather is about 28 degrees with a few clouds and the wind is-"

"You know it's better to stay in here than to be outside with your presences," You playfully glare at him

"Oh come on, stop acting like you hate me when you don't" He laughs before throwing the ball his holding in the air before catching it again.

"Stop being lame Donghyuck," Jeno chimes in "Anyways come on Jaems, It won't kill to take a little break and have fun, right Y/N ?"

"Okay, okay fine how about about we take a small break," Jaemin says getting up before smiling at how happy you looked

Let's just say it wasn't a small break you both took.....

Tuesday afternoon in the library (The day before the test)

"I'll never understand why it's so important to learn this, I honestly don't care about the human anatomy and how it works," You whine pushing your folder away from you

"You know your only learning about this because you chose this course" Jaemin says letting out a small laugh at your defeat

"Yeah well I only chose the scientific course because I wanted to have Laboratory but even that is hard and boring, I should have chosen the literature course like that I would of gotten art and I'm pretty sure that is much more fun and less hard than this human body thing. And also I wouldn't be alone because Renjun is there" You ramble out.

Jaemin pauses looking at you, then looking at all the school work flared out in front of you both before letting out a small sigh with a light laugh at the end.

"Look baby, I'm going to be honest with you. I know we've been studying for this test since last week but going the way we are going and the fact that the test is tomorrow, you're going to fail this test, I love you, but there's nothing we can do about it now" Jaemin says looking over at you before you let your head fall on the table with a bang gaining peoples attention. Jaemin just smiles at them before bringing his attention back to you caressing your back

"I knew it, I'm going to fail again and like you said there's nothing we can do" You mumble out lowly with a sigh following at the end

Jaemin doesn't respond but just sits there and comforts you.

Wednesday, ( test day )

The moment the teacher handed out the test papers, you knew you were doomed. On the first page you barely understood anything and the second page even less, though on the third page there was the graph that you studied so hard to remember, which you shockingly did. While filling out the graph you started remembering a few things Jaemin had taught you a few days prior.

30 minutes passed by pretty fast before you heard your teacher's timer going off "Okay times up, everyone pens down" He then proceeded to collect everyone's papers before going back to his desk to grade them leaving the class to do whatever.

"So how do you think you did ?" Jaemin says looking over at you, who was staring at the bracelet you were wearing

"Hm ? Oh umm well honestly I'm pretty confident, after I completed the graph suddenly things you had explained came into my head and I feel like I got a lot of things correct !" You say cheerfully. You honestly do think you did pretty well, all the answers suddenly came into your head at one pointed so yeah you are confident in yourself.

"I'm glad to hear that you're confident, It puts me at ease knowing I tutored you well" He smile at you like always

"Of course you did, you're a pretty good tutor y'know now I understand why Jisung always comes to you for help" You laugh softly

"Good morning everyone, i hope that today has been a pretty decent day for you all" Your teacher speaks out to the class walking in front of his desk. "Now before you ask yes I've graded yesterdays test, I will now hand them out" Your teacher announces.

"Yay finally, I could barely sleep last night because of this." You giggled cheerfully

Your teacher finally reaches yours and Jaemin's desk handing out your papers. When giving Jaemin his paper, you didn't miss your teacher giving him a small pat on his shoulder before giving you your paper with a small smile on his face. Giving him a small smile back you checked out your grade on the top right of the paper. The moment your eyes landing on your grade, you practically had stars popping out out of them.

With a little squeal of happiness you turn your paper around to show it to your lover with a huge grin on your face.

"Look !" You beamed happily at your boyfriend "Ahh thank you so much" Leaning in giving him a hug

"You're welcome my love," He chuckles looking down at you on his chest, reaching to pat your head "But you do know that having a 14/30 doesn't exactly mean you passed"

But you were quick to look at him and shush him with a finger to your lips "Don't ruin it for me, it's the highest grade I've gotten in this class" As your face changed from having a playful pout on it to having a smile letting a few giggles escape from your lips.

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alexhogh7137 · 5 years ago

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Rule The World with Me-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Fourty is here...

The Epilogue

Word Count 1.8k

Warnings: only fluff

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Five years ago today, you gave birth to a beautiful daughter, Ivar named her Freya: the goddess of love, war, death and beauty. She has your red hair and Ivar's eyes. Baldur is now six years old and is absolutely obsessed with his little sister. He is joint at her hip twenty-four, seven. You remember the day that she was born, when he saw her for the first time, he laid his head on her tiny little belly. When she was born, he started to be able to speak some words and learned her name fairly quickly. Ever since that day, they have been inseparable. You and Ivar have raised two miracle children to be the best little humans that they could possibly be.

Today is Freya's fifth birthday and Baldur wants to get her something special since we got him his first bow and arrow for protection when he turned five.

Baldur "Dad, can we go?"

Ivar "Go where son?"

Baldur "You know…" Ivar realizes what he was talking about and gets up to get ready.

Ivar "Ah yes, of course. Are you ready?"

Baldur "uh huh!" He runs out of the door, Messiah chasing him around the house. You watch your husband throw on some clothing in admiration.

"Where are you two off to?"

Ivar "Well since Freya isn't in here...Baldur wants to get her something special."

"He is too good to her." He smiles and agrees.

Ivar "I know. We raised him to be a nice young man."

"I cannot believe our little girl is turning five Ivar."

Ivar "I know my sweet, time goes by too fast when you have children. But at least we are here to witness it all, yes?"

"Yes, you are right. I love you, you two be safe. Take Messiah."

Ivar "No no, you and Freya need Messiah, we will be fine. I love you." He kisses your lips long and hard.

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Ivar takes Baldur into the woods, specifically where he found Messiah with Hvitserk all those years ago.

Baldur "Thanks for taking me, daddy. I really want to get her one."

Ivar "Of course, my son. Messiah loves you very much, you know that right?"

Baldur "Yeah! He is my best friend! I want Freya to have a best friend too."

Ivar "Well you are her best friend, Baldur."

Baldur "I know, dad. But I want her to have protection like we do with Messiah. When we take Messiah, I want her to have her own."

Ivar "I know, sweet boy. Come on, let's keep looking."

Meanwhile, you and Freya are at home waiting for her aunt and uncles to arrive. Hvitserk has never missed an event, gathering, birthday etc. Ubbe has but that is because he could not leave Kattegat during some of the gatherings.

"Are you excited to see uncle Hvitserk?"

Freya "uh huh!" She has learned quite a vocabulary, but like any kid, she struggles with some of them.

"What do you think your brother is getting you?"

Freya "I don' know..maybe a new dress?!"

"A new dress!"

Freya "YEAH!"

"That would be cute, little one." You pick her up and sit her on your lap while you relax on your throne. Messiah is by your feet, looking up at you both. He starts whining for attention, making Freya giggle.

Freya "He's licking my feet!" She says as she giggles.

"Ewww he's licking your tooties?!" She is a laughing mess, "does it tickle?"

Freya "Yeah!" You pet his face, making him stop licking her. All he wanted was some pets, he is like a pet dog, always wanting cuddles and pets. You blame Hvitserk for that: when Messiah was a wolf pup, he was always cuddling him, holding him in his shirts. Nowadays, Messiah wants to be cuddled around the clock. You absolutely love it though, without Messiah, it would be so different and difficult. You and Messiah have gone through a lot together and he has always been by your side. He is like your third child!

"My queen..princess, Hvitserk and the other's have arrived."

You gasp, "Ya hear that!? Uncle Hvitserk is here!" She screeches in excitement and hops off of your lap and runs to the door, Messiah by her side the whole way. You walk close behind and just admire your daughter running to her uncles. Hvitserk spots her little red curls a mile away and runs to her, throwing her up in the air and catching her.

Hvitserk "There's my little girl!! How have you been, huh?"

Freya "Good!"

Hvitserk "Oh yeah, where's momma bear at-?"

"She's right here!" He looks down at you walking right up to him. He smiles and hands Freya to Ubbe and Torvi so that he could hug you. Like always, he picks you up in his arms and twirls you around.

Hvitserk "How have you been, momma?"

"Good, busy busy. You?"

Hvitserk "Good, better now that I am with all of you, where's Baldur and Ivar?"

"They went out to find Freya a present for this afternoon. I don't know when they will be back."

Hvitserk "Oh, very good. I have missed you."

"I've missed you more. As soon as you leave I miss you like crazy!"

Hvitserk "I know, little sis. I love you dearly."

"I love you too." You lean into his side and watch Ubbe and Torvi gush over your beautiful daughter.

Torvi "You got your mother's beautiful hair, I'm jealous!"

Freya giggles, "Thank you!"

Ubbe "And she has manners...what a lady!" He walks over to you, hugging you tightly. "You've been good, yes?"

"Yes, of course. How are you and Torvi?"

Ubbe "Good! Ivar hasn't been giving you trouble has he?"

"Oh never! He treats me very well."

Ubbe "Good, I am glad to hear it Y/n."

Hvitserk is playing around with Messiah as you three catch up. Every time they come home, it is always the perfect day.

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Baldur "Dad...do you see that?" He stops and looks down at the ground. There are tiny animal footprints in the dirt.

Ivar smirks at his son, "Follow them, we are close son." He thanks the gods because he is starting to get very sore from walking for so long. Over the years, he has been able to walk without his crutch. Another blessing from the gods. After a moment, Baldur runs towards something.

Ivar "Baldur! Don't run off, y'know I cannot run!"

Baldur "I see one!" He stops and gets low to the ground. When Ivar gets up to him, he leans to the side and sees a black wolf pup.

Ivar "Oh...so precious."

Baldur lifts the pup up and check's it's gender, "It's a girl, Dad!"

Ivar "Oh that is perfect! She will be smaller than Messiah."

Baldur "How small?"

Ivar "Only a little, son. She will be perfect for your sister."

Baldur "I have the perfect name for her!" Ivar looks down at his son and smiles.

…

After around fifteen minutes later, Ivar comes in but Baldur does not. He greets his brothers and you of course.

"Ivar...where is our son?"

Ivar chuckles, "He is outside, my love."

Hvitserk "Why is he outside?"

Ivar "He is outside because he has Freya's present."

"The present couldn't come in?"

Ivar "My love..just trust me," he picks Freya up into his arms, "Are you ready to see your present?"

Freya "YEAH! What is it!?"

He laughs and you all walk outside. After a few steps, you see your son holding a tiny wolf pup in his arms and you immediately melt. Messiah runs to Baldur and sniffs the new wolf pup. Freya is screaming from her excitement.

Freya "IT'S A WOLF PUP!"

Ivar "Freya..meet Asena. She is your protector."

Freya "She...mine?"

Baldur "All yours sis."

Ivar "Your mother and brother have Messiah for protection, he is trained to protect them so now you have Asena."

Freya "I...thank you!" She starts to cry tears of joy and wraps her arms around her father's neck. You are crying as well, this is such a beautiful, moving moment for you and your family. Because Ivar is holding Freya, you lean on Hvitserk. He sniffles away his emotions and rubs your shoulder.

Baldur "Want to hold her? She is super soft, just like Messiah!" She softly nods and Ivar puts her down. Seeing your daughter have her own beautiful wolf is so special and precious. Ivar looks at you and smiles. He reaches out to you and he pulls you into his arms.

"How are your legs, my love?"

Ivar "They are sore, I'll probably use my crutch for the rest of the night. I don't want to push my luck."

"I think that will be good," you look down at your daughter, "She is so adorable, Ivar."

Ivar "Isn't she? Her name means she-wolf in Norse...Baldur thought that you would love it."

"I do love it. It suits her."

Ivar "She is much smaller than Messiah was when we found him all those years ago."

"I love her already. Baldur came up with this idea?"

Ivar "He did, he came to me last night while you were reading Freya a bedtime story. He told me that he wanted to get her a protector like we have Messiah and of course, how could I say no?!"

"He loves her so much. I can't get enough of them."

Ivar "It is because they are all ours, my love. We made them, they are our little babies and they always will be. Even when they are fighting their own battles, winning their own wars, getting married and having their own kingdoms, they will always be our children." You are in tears at this point because he is absolutely right. You are so in love with your family that your heart could just burst.

"You are right. I love you so much Ivar, thank you for being an incredible father."

Ivar "And thank you for being an incredible mother, and for making me a father. I love you beyond words, kitten." He kisses your lips and then you all pay attention to Asena. She is just as kind and as gentle as Messiah. Your lives have gotten better and better as the years went on and now Asena is in your lives and it just got even more blessed with love and happiness.

Hvitserk picks her up in his arms and giggles, "Can I take her home?"

Ivar "Absolutely not!" You all laugh. Freya is beyond happy with her gift and is so thankful for her older brother. When you get inside, she is holding Asena while sitting on her brother's lap. The sight is heartwarming.

Ivar "Happy birthday, angel."

Freya "Thank ya daddy!"

Baldur "Do you love her?" Freya simply nods and he smiled and kissed her cheek. Ivar grabs your hand and looks up at you, "We did good baby."

"Yes we did, beloved."

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40 long chapters later and this story ends. I honestly poured my heart into this story and I loved creating every chapter. This story was my first and it will be my favorite story that I will ever write for Alex. The support that I got for this warms my heart, I have gained friends from this and I am so thankful for everything!! I hope you all loved the ending, get ready for my next series coming soon...

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fracturedmotivationwriting · 5 years ago

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Pollux shares the truth and Datura lives up to her namesake

To say that Datura was shocked to find Pollux on her doorstep again was an understatement. Yes, her and the warlock had grown closer into actual friends recently, but there was still something odd about having him come over without Prometheus. Judging by the expression on his face, however, Datura realized that maybe Pollux wouldn't be seen with Prometheus for a long time.

He wasn't crying, per se. But he looked as close to crying as Pollux probably ever got. His eyes looked bloodshot, like they wanted to produce tears but were incapable. His typical scowl was even more prominent on his face. Only one thing could make Pollux look this miserable: he and Prom had broken up. Datura's heart was breaking for him.

He didn't need to say anything before Datura was ushering him inside, pushing him towards the couch as she immediately swept into the kitchen to brew some tea. She always stocked up on the ingredients for a calming potion. Maybe she would brew a little dreamless sleep draught for Pollux later. She suspected he may be grateful for the aid.

Pollux had zombie-walked towards her couch. Perched on the edge, he let his head fall into his hands. Things were really screwed up this time. Pollux didn't think he could fix it. Was there any way to mend a relationship that had fallen to distrust? Maybe for normal couples. But Pollux and Prom had never been normal.

Datura gently placed a teacup on the coffee table before him, one steaming in her own hands as she took a seat next to him. She waited as Pollux lifted his head slowly. This was a conversation that he needed to start. She had to be patient.

Pollux reached forward, staring at the contents of the teacup for a minute before taking a sip. A sigh escaped him as his shoulders relaxed a smidge more. He wasn't at peace yet, but it was a step in the right direction.

"She kicked me out," he rasped, gripping the teacup tighter. "We were arguing about Fiona again. I said some things that I probably shouldn't have and... And she told me to get out."

Datura placed a hand on Pollux shoulder. Just talking about this was taking a lot out of him, she could tell. Pollux was never one to talk about his feelings. He was never one to talk, period. Not as much as the others, at least. No, Pollux was the silent, "I'm listening to everything you say, but I will only grace you with my wisdom when I have to because I am much, much smarter than all of you," type. When he spoke up it was usually with sarcastic quips or logical facts. Not his emotions. Those conversations were reserved for Prometheus only.

Until now.

"Pollux, whatever you said, whatever she said," Datura started softly, but Pollux cut her off.

"No, what's done is done," he shook his head. "There's no taking back what we said to each other."

Something in his voice struck a chord with Datura. Pollux was feeling guilty over what he said to Prom, even though Prom likely said some pretty terrible things to him too. So what could Pollux have said that would lead to this kind of reaction in the usually stoic man?

Datura didn't even need to ask to get the answer to her question.

"She promised me she could handle Fiona. That her powers weren't getting out of the control, and that if they were, she would handle it," he scoffed, standing suddenly to pace around the room. While he was distracted, Datura carefully took the teacup from his hands (unnoticed) before he accidentally dropped it or threw it at a wall.

"And you know what I said? Y'know what my brilliant mind thought was a good response?" He asked, turning to face Datura with an almost crazed look in his eye. "'Like you took care of your brother, either time?' That's what I asked her! I used the one thing against her that I promised I never would."

Datura had absolutely no idea what Pollux was talking about. After the seance, Prom had fed the group a story about what had happened to her dead brother. Datura hadn't believed that the story was the entire truth, but she had no idea what was. And something in Pollux's eyes told her that he was less angry about whatever Prom did or didn't do to her brother, but more disappointed in himself for even bringing it up.

"It's bad enough she's tormented by him all the time, and I just had to throw it in her face," Pollux sighed, slouching down onto the couch again. "He's haunting her. That's why we had to summon Mormo."

"What?" Datura breathed out, not quite believing it.

"Most of what Prom told you about her brother was true. After his death, her parents had her as a replacement of sorts. Prom was tired of always being compared to him, so she tried to raise him from the dead. The necromancy stint didn't go as planned. Body and soul were raised, but Prom couldn't put them together. When they killed the body, the didn't manage to put the soul to rest. He's been haunting her ever since."

"That's terrible," Datura whispered, trying to imagine what Prom was living with these past few years. Datura did her fair share of seances, she'd spent plenty of time with ghosts. But to have one constantly by your side? Especially the brother you never met but were always compared to? It sounded like hell.

But not telling your coven the truth? About your past or why it was necessary to pull a demon out of hell? Not cool.

"We were hoping Mormo could devour his soul. Putting him to rest has been a dead-end, we figured having a demon consuming him would be the next best thing," Pollux admitted. "And so far this demon has brought nothing but misery to my life."

Datura snorted. Even with everything going on, Pollux wasn't going to miss the opportunity to badmouth Ambrose. Sure, the Fiona situation and therefore the Prom situation could be traced back to Ambrose's involvement, but he wasn't the only player in the game.

Handing Pollux his teacup again, which had significantly cooled, Datura leaned back on the arm of the couch and watched him carefully for a moment before speaking.

"I know it may not seem like it, but the two of you can get through this. Prom will forgive you. She'll understand," Datura reassured him. "It'll just take time. Things will work out."

"I don't think she will forgive me," Pollux disagreed sadly. "And even if she did... I don't know if I can forgive her this time."

Datura leaned forward. Pollux hadn't mentioned exactly what Prom had said during their fight. It was about Fiona, though, so Datura assumed that the witch was defending her friend and trying to assure Pollux that the human wouldn't get out of control with her powers. It was the same fight they had before. How much stronger had Fiona gotten that now it was different?

"What's different this time?" Datura asked quietly, but Pollux was refusing to meet her gaze. "The two of you have fought about Fiona before. What's changed? What did Fiona do this time to warrant the topic being brought up in the first place? How much stronger is she?"

Pollux shook his head. He knew Datura was asking because she was fearing the worse: that Fiona's powers were already uncontrollable. But truthfully, Pollux wasn't sure how far Fiona's powers were now. It wasn't a concern of how strong she was, it was a concern of what she had done to get there. And the fact that neither Fiona nor Prom seemed that concerned about it.

"I don't know how strong she is," Pollux admitted softly. "It's... It's what she did this time to get stronger."

"Well, what did she do?"

"Her last sacrifice... She wanted to use something bigger," Pollux murmured, his eyes slowly meeting Datura's. "Like a cat."

"No."

Datura was shaking her head, tears already forming in her eyes as realization dawned on her. But it couldn't be true. Not even Fiona would have done that. That was crossing a moral boundary.

"Datura, she sacrificed Hades."

"NO!" Datura shouted.

She stood abruptly, dropping her teacup at her feet. She didn't seem to notice. She kept shaking her head, muttering to herself as she paced through the room. She was so consumed by her own pain that she almost stepped on Hecate, who had been napping in a sunbeam. The frightened kitten scurried under the couch for refuge as Datura continued to cry and pace.

"Datura," Pollux sighed, standing and trying to reach for her, trying to pull her into a hug to comfort her. The witch merely shrugged him off.

"No! Fiona couldn't have done that," she insisted. "She could not have sacrificed my innocent, baby kitten Hades. Because if she did then she crossed a moral line. You don't not tell your friends that you killed their cat. You don't sacrifice your friend's pets, period. But you especially don't do that when that pet was a tribute to the Greek god of the Underworld, because that just means you're laughing in the face of magic. There is no turning back from here. If she sacrificed Hades, she is going to go too far because it means that she's already arrogant beyond belief. To risk my anger? To risk the anger of a Greek god?"

Pollux was a bit scared at the look in Datura's eyes. It reminded him of Prom the night she told him she was going to raise her brother from the dead.

He knew Datura would be upset, angry even, but he didn't expect her to react quite like this. Yes, the kitten had been her pet, and yes, he supposed it was a tribute to the God of the Underworld, but would the real Hades really care if a little kitten was sacrificed? Probably not. But apparently, Datura had made up her mind. She and the god were angry.

He watched in fear as Datura started plucking leaves and flowers off her plants. Mainly because he knew what all these plants were. And the majority of them were very, very deadly when alone. Throw them together? They would create a very slow, very painful death that not even the most powerful witch on earth could withstand. Pollux was pretty sure it would even cause a demon some rather intense and agonizing pain.

"She wants to kill my cat as a sacrifice? Fine!" Datura was muttering to herself, tossing ingredients onto the coffee table as she searched for her favorite gold-plated (merely pewter underneath) cauldron.

"Then it's her turn to be sacrificed. Oh, Hades and Hecate will love this treat," she laughed darkly, dropping a few petals of the datura plant into the cauldron first.

Before she could grab what looked suspiciously like a jar with a tiny brain and some blood in it, Pollux's hand grabbed her own. He tugged her away from the cauldron and made her face him.

"Datura, you are not sacrificing Fiona to the gods. We will confront her, and we will stop her, but you are not sacrificing her as revenge."

Datura practically pouted, but she pulled away from Pollux and nodded.

"Fine," she agreed, petulantly crossing her arms. "But if she steps foot in this apartment I can't promise I won't hex or maim her."

#witches and ghosts and demons oh my

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doodledust2017 · 6 years ago

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Wow! Someone tagged me??? Thank you so much @quinndecker214! I don't really have any OCs from any games that aren't self inserts why am I like this, so I guess I'll do one from a story I'm working on called The Lepers. I hope that's okay 🥰

If you're reading this and you really want to do this interview thingy, then guess what? I'm tagging you! :D

Mainly because I don't know who to tag

1. What's your name?

"Gabor. Nice to meet you."

2. Do you know why you’re named that?

"Yeah, I was actually given this name when I was, like... yeesh... 19 I think? It means 'God's greatest warrior', which I think is a bit much, but I am a good fighter, I suppose. My given name is Azrael. It means... Well... 'Archangel of death'... yeah I think you can see why I changed it."

3. Single or Taken?

"Ha! Single. Not to many girls into the whole 'cabin in the woods, living off the land' thing."

4. Have any powers or abilities?

"Yooou'rrrre... joking... right?"

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"Mary what? *chuckles* Come on, I know my hair's getting long, but that's hardly a reason to call me a girl.

That reminds me, I should stop at the barbers on my next trip into Empyrean."

6. What’s your eye color?

"Brown. Well... My grandma calls 'em russet."

7. How about hair color?

"Black. I like it that way. Helps me blend into the night when... uh... necessary..."

8. Have any family members?

"My parents, I suppose, but I'm honestly not really close with them. My grandma on the other hand, is more of a mother to me than my real one could ever be!"

9. How about any pets?

"No pets. Just my loyal companion, Aala... Ah, did I forget to mention she's a hawk? She helps me hunt rabbits, small birds and things. Some would call her a pet. I would call her a friend."

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you dont like.

"I... Well, I suppose I'll be honest... I don't... really like... myself... uh, yeah, sorry, I... I shouldn't have- L-let's just move on."

11. Any hobbies or activities you like to do?

"Oh, that's easy. Hunting with a bow and arrow. Hands down my favorite thing to do. I don't always kill the animal, though. If I already have all the meat I need, sometimes I'll hunt down an animal just to... y'know... watch it, I guess.

Hey! Don't judge!

Watching deer graze is very relaxing!"

12. Ever hurt anyone in any way before?

"Well, yeah, I suppose. I'm not proud of it, but that's part of being... human I guess."

13. Ever killed anyone?

"Ah, that's... that's quite the question. Well, I... I did say I'd be honest a couple questions back, didn't I? Okay, alright, well, I was 18. 18 and... I was so young... It was an accident I didn't mean to, he was going to hurt my dad and... and... and I broke... I broke...

14. What kind of animal are you?

"This is what you choose to ask after that last question!?

S-sorry, I didn't mean to snap.

Alright, I guess you could say I'm a lion. I would do anything to protect my family and I have a strong 'bite', I suppose you could say. I'm also pretty strong willed."

15. What are your worst habits?

"Worst habits, hm? I dunno, it drives my grandma crazy when I leave my bow and arrows lying around in random places."

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Other than my grandma? Elohim. The King of Empyrean. It's incredible how he just spends time with all of his subjects. He knows every one by name, he helps them with their duties, he plays with the children. It's just amazing."

17. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

"Straight."

18. Do you go to school?

"Nah, been there, done that."

19. Ever want to get married and have kids?

"I suppose I'd like to, sure, but realistically I don't think I'd be a very good dad."

20. Have any fangirls/boys?

"Oh, yeah, most definitely, everyone's lining up at the door for my autograph.

You hear that?

Those aren't crickets, that's actually the sound of the paparazzi taking my picture."

21. What are you most afraid of?

"Yeesh, what's up with these random deep questions amidst the fun, goofy ones?

Okay, okay, fine, I'm afraid of myself, happy?

And also crabs, but don't ask why.

Seriously, don't."

22. What do you usually wear?

"This. White shirt, green pants, gray cape, black boots. Earthy colors, you know? Helps me blend in with the environment."

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

"Oh, man, nothing beats a good slice of cornbread that is absolutely doused in honey... my mouths watering just thinking about it!"

24. Am I annoying to you?

"What? No! No, of course not, why would you think that?"

25. Well it’s still not over.

"Good! I enjoy making conversation. Wish it wasn't so focused on me, but that's alright."

26. What class are you?

"Class? Oh, like Level? Well, back home in Malaise I'd be forced to live as a level 3 which is, uh, upper class I guess you'd call it. But here in Empyrean we don't have levels or classes. As long as you got food, family, friends, and a good roof over your head, you're the richest man in the world.

Heh. That was weird, I'm pretty sure my grandma was the one speaking just then."

27. How many friends do you have?

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just have five close friends. My grandmother, Elohim, Mr. Alden - ah, the butcher, Trista - that pretty young girl I met in Malaise when visiting grandma, and her friend Odysseia. Well, I'd say it's a love-hate relationship with Ode. I lovingly tease her, she unconditonally hates me, it's a great friendship. And of course there's also my best friend, Aala."

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Delicious! Kaarina, the baker, makes the best rhubarb pie you'll ever taste in your life!"

29. Favorite drink?

"A nice hot coffee with just a touch of honey to cut down the bitterness a little."

30. Favorite place?

31. Are you interested in anyone?

*blushes* "Me? Interested? Ha, that's, uh, that's ridiculous! I mean, Trista's nice and all, but it's not like she'd ever see me in that way or anything, heheh..."

32. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

"Well, I've never swam in the ocean, even though it was right next to Malaise. Wasn't allowed outside the city limits, y'know? And when I did finally sneak out, my priority was making it to Empyrean, so... I guess I prefer swimming in the lake."

33. What’s your type?

"My type? I dunno... kind and honest are the two main things I look for. Not to picky, otherwise."

34. Any fetishes?

"Right, I'm gonna take a pass on this one."

35. Camping or outdoors?

"Aren't they the same thing? Unless by camping you mean those stupid travel trailers. It's not camping unless it's in a tent. Or even just laying on a blanket next to the campfire."

#oc interview #oc #Gabor #The Lepers #quinndecker214 #my story #art #forest #hawk

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