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This is what having autism feels like, got me right in the feels bro 🥺
Moon Cycle 2 - a redraw of this piece.
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before my nails dig
summary. in which one of Astarion's especially vivid nightmares results in him waking up to Tav at the mercy of his own hands...and the shame that comes with it.
warnings. angst, fluff, comfort
pairing. Astarion x GN!reader
a/n. someone pls get this man therapy that's all i ask,,, also this takes place sometime during act 3 before you confront cazador!! first post too so pls forgive typos
Had breathing always been this hard?
It's not like he had to breathe anyway. The undead have more perks than one would think, and having no need for air was one that became particularly useful in unexpected ways. Yet as he stands in Cazador's dungeon again--a place he longs to rid from the darkest corners of his mind--all he can do is stumble over his own breath, crimson eyes darting around frantically in search of an exit.
And suddenly, his siblings are at the mercy of the ascension, floating helplessly in the chains of a red aura--Cazador's aura. Despite the chaos, Astarion's eyes narrow in on the one pedestal with no occupant, and he realizes it's his own designated place.
It's getting harder to breathe now.
A breath creeps up behind his shoulder, sending pure dread throughout his entire body as he hears Cazador's voice far too close than he ever wanted it to be.
"Wake up, child. This is all you've ever been meant for."
Astarion whips around and lunges at the man, his hands wrapping viciously around the throat he's fantasized about ripping apart for the past two hundred years. His nails dig into the flesh of the vampire lord's neck, leaving indents in the shape of crescent moons, just enough to cause panic but not enough to draw blood. But Cazador only cackles, his eyes staring right into Astarion's as he hollers over and over again.
"Wake up."
"Wake up!"
"--Astarion!"
The spawn's eyes snap open, recognition finally flooding his expression as he finds himself staring down at you. The very face he sees in the softest of dreams, the lips he longs to kiss at every waking moment, and the eyes that gaze at him with the love and adoration he's been missing for most of his wretched eternal life. Though he'd never admit it, you saved him. From the moment he'd threatened your life at the nautiloid crash to the moment he held you close to his chest in the confines of his tent, he would be by your side until you tired of him and threw him away.
All he wanted--all he could wish for--was only a fraction of it in return. And you'd given him that, and so much more.
But now, you're scared. Terrified, even. Of him.
With horror, he realizes his fingers are digging into your throat. Your precious, tender throat that you offer him not for something in return, but simply because you care for him.
All at once as he tears his hands away, he wants to cut them off and bury himself in his own grave again. He doesn't meet your eyes, afraid of what disgust might be held in them, but he knows you're too kind for that. Too kind to see the kind of monster he is.
You're gasping for your breath, and his stomach knots in a way that would have sent him hurling if it weren't for the fact that he's too occupied drinking in what he's done. To you.
"I'm okay, I'm okay, Astarion," you choke out, perching on both your elbows as you struggle to recover. Even now, all you seem to care about is him. He almost hates you for it--hates you for not stabbing a stake through his heart the moment his hands met your neck. "Astarion-"
"Your throat," he croaks, despising the slight crack of his voice as he reaches for your cheek, but stops before he even gets close. He doesn't trust himself to open his mouth again.
"It's okay, really, I can just get Shadowheart to heal me," you shake your head, and he finds himself in disbelief as you crawl toward him, tossing the sheets to the side. He shifts the slightest away and you understand, immediately sitting back down. You look like you want to say something, but you close your mouth and watch him patiently, as if waiting for him to make the first move.
After a suffocating silence, he turns his back to you. "I'll be sleeping elsewhere tonight."
He intends of never sharing a room with you again, in fear of what he could possibly do to you as a result of his selfish desires to keep you close, and you seem to pick up on the tone of his words. You always do. "Astarion, please."
"I do apologize, sincerely. I'll form a better apology tomorrow, but for now, I'll fetch Shadowheart or that damned wizard and-"
He fights the urge to shiver when he feels your hand on his. How you manage to have such an impact on him with a simple touch he does not know, and does not care because all he wants is more. To pull you close, to beg you to keep him, to use him, to punch him, strangle him for all he cared, in hopes you'll even consider ever speaking to him again. Instead, he turns to look at you.
Gods, you're beautiful.
Even with those terrible bruises he'd go to hell and earth to take back, your beauty in unmatched with anything he's ever seen. Even with the bed hair and the anxiousness pursing your lips, he can't bring himself to look away again.
"Please stay. I'm not mad, nor afraid."
The words sound like honey on your tongue.
"Please," You say again, slowly this time. "Stay."
His chest feels tight, threatening to tear itself apart as his voice comes out in a crooked whisper. "I could have killed you."
"You didn't."
"If you died too, I don't know--what would I even do with myself? What would I-" He hates it when he sounds like this. Vulnerable, or as Cazador liked to call it: pathetic. But he can't help the words tumbling out his blasted mouth with the way you're gazing at him with nothing but worry. Somehow, with you, it feels strange.
Refreshing, almost.
Your hand squeezes around his as if to remind him you're still here. He meets your eyes again and it's all it takes to break what little will he has left, as he lets you pull him close in a crushing hug--one that's all too welcomed.
And as the two of you lie awake in each other's embrace, he thanks all the gods he doesn't worship for putting you on his path.
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#baldur's gate astarion#fluff#angst with a happy ending#light angst#bg3#bg3 astarion#bg3 x reader
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Anti-Hero
Warnings: tua season 1 spoilers, mentions of killing and death, cursing, mentions of drugs, mentions of heart attacks, drinking, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Hargreeves siblings x sister reader
*not my gif*
Summary: When you left, all of your siblings hated you, and now you were facing them once more
A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!
Inspired by: Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser
You let loose a long breath and glanced hesitantly up to the tall, menacing building before you. The building of your childhood, if you could even call it that.
To be completely honest, you didn’t even know why you had come back. You hated your father and your siblings hated you, so why would you show up to the man’s funeral, when they would all be there?
As much as you wanted to turn back around and hail another cab to get you as far away from this place as possible, you put on a brave face and pushed the door open, stepping into the vast entryway.
Barely three small steps had been taken inside by you when you froze at the sound of your name being called.
“Y/n,” Allison had her lips parted slightly in shock from where she and Vanya stood at the end of the hall.
You swallowed thickly, “Hey, guys,” You greeted in a voice that was barely even audible to yourself. You toyed with the ends of your gloves nervously.
“Oh, um,” Allison cleared her throat and strode across the room to see you, stopping a healthy three feet away, “It’s so good to see you, Y/n.”
The words were forced, and you knew it, but you gave her a tight lipped smile and a nod anyway.
“Yeah, same here, Y/n!” Vanya called, and you knew in that moment that after everything, she must have been almost as uncomfortable with being here as you were.
If your original gut instinct wasn’t any indication before, then this interaction told you everything about how this visit would go.
The sight of Diego crossing to the staircase caught all of your attention and he snapped something about Vanya not being welcome back before his eyes snapped over to you.
“Y/n,” He spoke in an awkward greeting before skirting past the three of you and clambering up the stairs.
Not only did your siblings hate you, but you just got confirmation that they were also still scared of you. After all these years, when they had grown up beside you and learned how to deal with your ‘gift’, and yet, they were still wary of what you could and possibly would do.
Midnights become my afternoons
You sat on the windowsill in the attic, legs dangling out the window as you looked up at the moon and stars.
“I figured that I would find you up here, Miss. Y/n.” You heard a voice sound behind you.
Unconsciously, you smiled and turned around, “Pogo,” You greeted kindly.
His smile was something that hadn’t changed a bit over the years, “It is so good to see you.” He said genuinely, walking over until he could grasp your gloved hand and squeeze it gently.
He had always been the only one who wasn’t afraid of you. Of what touching you could do to them. Of how painful their deaths would be if they laid a single finger on your bare skin. How without meaning to, you would slowly and excruciatingly kill them.
That’s why you wore gloves and long sleeves at all times, so that no one would unintentionally be hurt by you.
“It’s late,” You hummed when you pulled away, “What are you doing up?”
“Why, I came up here to ask you the same question.” He mused.
You shrugged nonchalantly, leaning your back against the wall, “I don’t usually go to sleep until really early in the morning.” You informed him.
“Well, that can’t be healthy.”
You laughed loudly, the first time you’d done so in what felt like many months, “It’s probably not.” You agreed once you sobered up.
Too busy looking back out the window, you failed to notice Pogo glance behind him and give a hidden figure a single nod of reassurance.
The only thing that brought your attention back to him was once he gave you a slight pat on your clothed knee, “I am always available if you wish to speak about anything.”
You smiled genuinely, “Thank you, Pogo.”
“Hey, n/n.”
Your head snapped up at the sound of a new voice that spoke as soon as Pogo had left.
“Diego,” You breathed out.
“Listen,” He cleared his throat awkwardly as he shuffled into view, coming to a stop right in front of you- less than a healthy distance away, “I’m sorry about earlier. I just didn’t think you were actually gonna show.”
You smiled tightly, pulling your knees up to your chest, “Yeah, that makes two of us.”
He sighed, dropping down into a crouch before you and looking up into your eyes, “I know none of us left off on a good foot- especially with you- but I want you to know that I’m sorry. For everything.”
Your chest tightened at his words. After all these years of thinking every last one of your siblings despised you for who you were- what you could do- you never thought one of your brothers would be telling you that he didn’t actually hate you at all.
“T-thank you, Diego.” You choked out, eyes filling with tears, “That means a lot.”
When my depression works the graveyard shift
Your eyebrows furrowed as you took tentative steps towards your fathers old office, the one that was supposed to be vacant now that he was dead.
The clattering of objects only got louder the closer you got, and it was making you nervous. Perhaps someone had broken in when they heard that the billionaire was dead? The last thing you wanted was to have to resort to using your powers, because you doubted any of your other siblings would come to your aid. Expect of course, maybe Diego.
“Hello?” You called out slowly when you stepped into the room. At the sound of your voice, a head popped up from behind your fathers old desk with a wide grin, and you couldn’t help but relax slightly, “Klaus.” You breathed out.
“N/n!” Your brother squealed, jumping up the rest of the way and scrambling over to you with outstretched arms.
Alarmed, you took a sudden step back, and he stopped short when he noticed.
“Oh!” He giggled, placing a hand near his mouth, “I forgot about the whole no touchie thing!”
“What are you doing in here?” Your eyes shone in curiosity, pushing down the thoughts that threatened to swarm your mind about Klaus’s first instinct being to hug you.
“You know,” He waved a dismissive hand, “Just getting ahead on my inheritance.”
Despite yourself, your lips twitched upward slightly at the words, “Really?” You asked in slight amusement.
The man’s jaw dropped open and he stared at you with wide eyes, “Was-was that a smile I just saw? Gosh, my memories from when we were kids consisted of you being completely stone-face.” He let out a shrill giggle again, “Though, I suppose I’m now the one that’s stoned!”
Whatever form of a smile had adorned your face immediately fell and you crossed your arms tightly over your stomach.
All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room
This was terrible.
The silence was painful to sit through. You must have looked like you had an itch with the way you were shifting back and forth on the couch you stiffly sat on beside Vanya.
Nobody was making eye contact with one another, it was just all of you- once siblings, now complete strangers- sitting in a tense circle in your childhood living room.
Finally, Luther cleared his throat and pushed himself off of the couch that was directly across from you, “So, I guess we should get started.” Everyone’s eyes snapped over to the man that had grown more than a little bit over time, “So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot.” He spoke awkwardly.
“Dad had a favorite spot?” Allison’s eyebrows had shot up alongside yours in surprise.
Luther’s own eyebrows furrowed, “You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time.” He looked around for anyone to agree with him, only to be met with bewildered looks, “None of you ever did that?”
You shook your head softly, looking down at your hands that fiddled with one another from where they rested in your lap.
Klaus strolled over and began talking loudly, and you sat back and watched silently as everyone went back and forth a little bit.
“Listen up,” Luther tried to reign the family in once more when they got off track, “Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?”
“Like what?” Diego asked with a roll of his eyes from where he was leaning against a pillar near the fireplace.
“Like the way he died.”
Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open a little as you looked at him, everyone else adorning similar looks.
“I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack.” Vanya piped up in confusion.
“Yeah, according to the coroner.”
“Well, wouldn't they know?”
“Theoretically.” It was clear that Luther was beginning to realize that he had made a mistake by bringing this all up.
“Theoretically?” It was the first time you had spoken up, and you felt a couple of the others glance at you as you did so.
Yet again, your siblings began to bicker back and forth, and you sank lower into the couch cushions, not at all liking the way their voices raised more and more by the minute.
“Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad.” Diego’s voice snapped you harshly back to the present and a dangerous silence overcame the entire room again.
You looked up at Luther in disturbance, only to find him already staring down at you. And all at once, you felt your mouth go dry and your throat begin to close up slightly, “You don’t actually think-“
All around you, your siblings caught onto what Luther was really indicating and they adopted looks of shock. Diego let out a low whistle, “That’s messed up, man.”
“Look,” Number one stressed, “I’m just saying, according to the corner, there was nothing wrong with him. With your powers- you could painfully kill a person without showing a mark.”
You hadn’t even realized when you had stood up, but flinched back violently, as if struck, “You think I would kill him?” You whispered with tears forming in your eyes against your will.
Allison pursed her lips and averted her gaze when you desperately looked around for help, making you realize that she was uncertain as well.
“Wow,” You breathed out tearfully, shaking your head back and forth softly before shuffling out of the room.
“Y/n, wait-“
“Good job, Luther.” Diego scoffed and hit his shoulder against his brothers as he trailed after you, “Way to lead.”
I should not be left to my own devices
Somehow, not too long after leaving the living room, you ended up in the courtyard surrounded by your sibling, gazing up with wide eyes at something floating in the sky.
“What is it?”
“Don’t get too close!” Allison called, moving to place her arm in front of you and Vanya, who had your mouths dropped open and took unconscious steps forward.
“Yeah, no shit!” Diego yelled back over the wind, eyes glared against the harsh wind whipping straight at all of you.
Per usual, everyone kept shouting back and forth at one another about what to do, and in doing so, Allison dropped her arm and you were able to slowly creep forward.
Just then, someone fell out of the thing in the sky, landing in a heap right in front of your feet, but everyone was too busy glaring at each other to notice.
“Guys…” You called back cautiously, “Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?”
They come with prices and vices
You sat on the stairs with your head in your hands, still trying to wrap your mind around everything.
At the beginning of the day, you had come back home expecting to say your goodbyes and possibly even make peace with your father. But now, your long lost brother is back, and not only that, but he claims to have been way older than any of you, whilst being stuck in the body of his thirteen year old self.
“Hey, n/n,” Said brother greeted, strolling over to where you sat with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a sandwich.
You linked your fingers behind your head and tried to smile at him, but you had no doubt that it came out as a grimace, “Five.” You greeted.
Before his disappearance, Five had been the only one who truly was never afraid of you. Even if Diego claimed not to be now, you knew he was still slightly wary, and with good reason too.
“I take it things didn’t go well after I left?” He asked, plopping down onto the stairs beside you.
A small chuckle left your lips at his bluntness. Same old Five.
“No,” You agreed, “They never stopped being scared of me. And I never stopped being scared of myself.” You admitted.
He had always been the only one you could tell everything to about yourself without the fear of judgment.
The two of you fell into a silence that consisted of him munching on his sandwich thoughtfully, “You know,” Five spoke up once he had polished it off, “I think the others have always been more intimidated by you than anything.”
Your eyebrows went up, “How so?” You never really saw yourself as an intimidating individual.
“Because you’re so much more powerful than we all are… and the old man knew that.” He stood up and gave you a tight lipped smile, patting you once on your clothed shoulder and disappearing up the stairs, leaving you to dwell in your thoughts.
I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)
Allison placed a finger over her mouth to signal for you and Vanya to stay silent from where your backs were pressed up against a wall opposite of her.
A large figure in a mask came creeping through the door that you stood on either side of with a large gun resting in his grip, making your heart tighten.
Right on cue, your sister lunged out, kneeing him in the stomach and punching him in the face the second he doubled over in pain.
Quickly, you ushered Vanya out of the room and made sure she was a safe distance away before spinning on your heel to face Allison and the man, the two now throwing punches at one another with the gun discarded to the side.
Without hesitation, you dove at the man and jumped onto his back, throwing him off balance and sending him to the ground.
When he fell, Allison reeled her foot back and sent it straight into his head, effectively knocking him out cold.
For a moment, the two of you just stood there, panting and trying to catch your breaths.
“You know, Y/n,” She spoke up, surprising you, “I don’t actually think you killed dad. I would never think that of you. I was just in shock that Luther would say such a thing that I didn’t know how to react. A-and I’m sorry for not saying anything when he accused you and I know I should have-“
“Allison.” You cut her off gently, “It’s okay.”
She visibly relaxed as if a weight had been taken off of her shoulders, “And listen, I know you think we all hate you,” She took a step forward and slowly placed a hand on your shoulder, eyes searching yours for any sign that you were uncomfortable with the close proximity. “But we don’t, I promise you we don’t. You were just always isolated from us by dad- and I’m not saying it isn’t partially our fault- because it is, but we’re not kids anymore so there’s no excuse for how we acted. I’m sorry.”
First Diego with the apologies, Klaus acting like everything was normal, and then Allison. You couldn’t believe that your siblings were actually trying to make up with you.
Similarly to how when your brother first talked to you like this, tears began to form in your eyes and you smiled up at her, “T-thank you, Allison. That- that means a lot.”
She shook her head gently, “I’m just sorry that it took so long for me to be able to say it.”
I wake up screaming from dreaming
You gasped, shooting upright with heavy pants as you tried to regain your breathing and keep it under control.
You have been through this routine enough times to know what to do so well that it’s almost like second nature to you at this point.
“Y-Y/n?”
Your head snapped up at the sound of Vanya's voice. She stood in the slightly opened doorway of your childhood room, where you had just been sleeping.
“Vanya,” You breathed out, leaning your back against your headboard, “What’s up?” You swallowed thickly and tried to seem as normal as possible.
The woman hesitated, “I… I left something here so I came back for it but I heard a scream…”
You let a breath loose and allowed your head to fall back, “Sorry,” You apologized in a whisper.
She shook her head back and forth vigorously, “No, no, it’s not your fault. I get it… I get nightmares too…”
You lulled your head to the side and looked at her, “Yeah?”
She nodded, hesitantly shuffling into the room before slowly sitting down on the end of your bed when you moved your feet for her.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked gently.
It was then your turn to shake your head, “No, no, it’s nothing I can’t handle- nothing I’m not used to.” You reassured.
“Well… I’m here if you ever need anything.”
You smiled softly, “Thank you, Vanya.”
One day I'll watch as you're leaving
“Five?” You looked up from your plate filled to the brim with breakfast foods your mother had cooked for you as you watched your brother swiftly walk by, “What’s going on?”
“I need to run an errand.” He answered curtly, “I’ll be back soon.”
Anxiety began to set in the pit of your stomach, “O-oh, do you want me to come with you?”
He quickly shook his head back and forth, “There’s no need, it could be dangerous.”
That made the fear double inside of you, “Are you sure you have to go?” You saw him freeze in his steps when he heard the worry seeping through your tone.
He sighed softly and turned around to face you, “It’ll be fine, I’ll be back soon. I promise.”
You gnawed on your bottom lip, “It’s just… you didn’t come back once. What’s to say it won’t happen again?”
“Me.” He reassured you, “I say that it won’t happen again. I won’t let it. I promise.”
With that, he gave you one last of his rare smiles and continued out of the kitchen.
'Cause you got tired of my scheming (For the last time)
“Oh, sorry,” You mumbled, eyes immediately turning downwards the second you entered the living room, “I didn’t realize anyone was in here-“
“Y/n.” Luther immediately shot up from where he had been sitting on the couch, “No, I’m glad you’re here.” Your quick steps to exit the room paused, “We should talk.” He cleared his throat.
You eyed him hesitantly, “About what?”
“I’m sorry for saying that you killed dad!” He blurted out, cheeks turning red as he spoke, “It’s- it’s just that I was so upset and I didn’t know what really happened so I was creating scenarios that I didn’t even want to come true and-“ He stopped himself and took a deep breath to calm down, “And I know that it’s not an excuse, but I’m still very sorry for saying that you would ever be capable of something like that.”
You stayed silent for a moment before slowly nodding your head, “It’s okay,” You said softly, “I forgive you.”
“Really?” He sighed in relief, “Good, because I was scared for a moment there because I was acting like such an ass and-“
“Luther.” You tried to push away the small smile that threatened to grace your face, “I already said it’s fine, just leave it.”
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
“We’re like outcast buddies!”
You looked over at Klaus with a raised eyebrow at his words.
The two of you sat on the stools near the bar in your living room, sipping on some concoction of alcohol that was no doubt older than both of you combined and would have given your father a heart attack at seeing if he was still alive.
“I’m pretty sure all of our siblings are outcasts.” You reminded him.
He sat there, pondering your words for a moment before signing and swirling his straw in his drink, “No, no, I suppose you’re right.” He frowned a little bit and slumped his shoulders slightly.
“Do you… want to be outcast buddies?” You asked hesitantly, eyeing your brother.
Immediately, he perked up with a large grin, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He shrieked, “We can start a club! We can print t-shirts! We can invite new members-“
You chuckled, sitting back and watching in amusement as your brother got excited over seemingly nothing.
At tea time, everybody agrees
“Thanks for the food, mom, it looks delicious.” You said sincerely.
The woman smiled softly and reached over to cup your cheek, and you immediately leaned further into the touch. Because she wasn’t actually human, she could touch you without consequence. And though you knew it wasn’t the same as if another person touched you, you still took what you could get because it was all that you would get, even if it wasn’t real.
“Of course, sweetie.” She answered with that wide, kind smile of hers gently removing her hand after a moment and leaning down to place a ghost kiss on your forehead, making your eyelids flutter shut.
I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror
“It’s really weird to look at, isn’t it?” Five asked, walking up and standing beside you, gazing up at the wall.
It was a portrait of you and all your siblings, before Fives disappearance and Ben’s death, hanging in some random of the many hallways of the home.
“It is.” You agreed with a sigh, eyes taking it all in.
The way Five was the only one standing even remotely close to you in the painting didn’t escape your attention. Nor did the way everyone but him seemed to have their bodies angled away from you just slightly.
You forced yourself to tear your eyes away and you cleared your throat, “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we never had these powers?” You asked suddenly.
It had been a thought that had been eating away at you since you were at least seven, never having been voiced out loud by you.
“I try not to dwell on it,” Your brother admitted, “‘Cause there’s nothing we can do to change it.”
Despite his words, you allowed yourself, just for a moment, to picture what it would be like. To be able to hug people and shake hands without them having to worry for their life. To not be the scariest, most deadly person in any room you stood in.
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
All around you, walls were crumbling down and falling every which way. Each small piece of flying debris threatening to hit you.
Not so gracefully, you stumbled through the shaking building, blindly grasping onto the walls for support as you watched in horror as the house came apart all around you for reasons unknown to you.
“Y/n!” You whipped around at the sound of Luther, Allison, and Diego each calling your name and you began sprinting in their direction at the opposite end of the hall.
They each took a large step back when you neared though, causing you to pause, despite the fact that you needed to push on so that you didn’t get hit.
“What is it? What’s happening to-“ You began asking anxiously
“What did you do?” Luther’s words and tone of horror made the rest of your sentence die in your throat.
“How could you do something like this?” Allison whispered, and despite all the chaos, you somehow were still able to hear her. Her eyes shone with betrayal.
“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed, “What are you talking about?”
“Dad always said that you only reached the tip of the iceberg with your powers.” Diego was glaring at you coldly in a way that made even your heart freeze, “But I never thought you could be capable of something like this.”
“What-“
“Your powers are to destroy.” Luther hissed venomously, “You can kill everything around you, so why can’t you demolish everything in your path as well with just the touch of your bare fingers?”
Your lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves, much like the walls around you, “I would never- I can’t even-“
“I can't believe we trusted you.” Allison shook her head and slowly began backing away once more, “We’ll never make that mistake again.”
The other two trailed after her once they threw more harsh glares your way, not even caring as you sank down to your knees in shock, oblivious to the house that was still caving in on itself all around you.
You had nothing to do with this, you had no idea what was happening. How could they think that you did? After everything, all the progress you all made?
Your suspicions that you had first stepped into this house what felt like years ago- when it had only, in reality, been days- were true.
Your siblings truly did hate you.
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imagine reader, muzan’s wife (aka: his only true equal. he gave her so much of his blood it almost killed them both), betrays him and joins the demon slayer corps after regaining her humanity (u can decide how that happens). since she’s his only true equal, he has no control over her whatsoever like with other demons, and he cannot read her mind. he’s absolutely heartbroken and upset when she betrays him. she joins the trio + rengoku on the mugen train without their knowledge. she saves rengoku’s life with her blood demon art and kills akaza. but…even after all that, can the trio and rengoku trust her? after all, she’s just as powerful as muzan and came out of nowhere to help…. (tanjiro and nezuko are on her side for sure; he can smell that she’s being honest about ‘wanting to make up for the things she did before she regained her humanity’. rengoku is grateful for her help, but overall…he is suspicious.) she leaves before the sunlight can reach her, and everyone is left wondering about her….
A/n: Sorry this took so long, summer has been kicking my ass more than school. coincidently I have a story like this in mind except with Muzan's son and the mother has brain damage.
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You married Muzan while he was still human
When the doctor turned him into a demon you like the amazing wife you are took the same medicine so that you could be a demon with him
For centuries you and Muzan have lived and loved together
You had followed him blinded and caused many deaths
When he created the moons he got more hostile
he had changed completely and even threatened to kill you
The first time that he hit you was out of rage after a meeting with the moons
He had slapped your head clean off, it hurt like hell
he regrated it but he didn't say anything
You had decided he had gone too far and needed to be stopped
After that you left for close to 10 years, you had started speaking to the current head of the Ubuyashiki's, Kagaya
You had told the young head many secrets, you confessed about every crime that you had committed
He had forgiven you and welcomed you into his family with open arms (after consulting his family of course)
although you never met any of the Hashira you know of them
and currently you were following Akaza after Muzan ordered him to kill the boy with the hanafuda earings
You were at the edge of the forest, judging to see if the fight was going to end in the flame Hashira's death.
You watched as the slayers fought with his whole heart. His speech really set your heart ablaze, you almost missed your time to intervene.
"Akaza, I am so sorry." You whispered into his ear as you teleported behind him. You cut off the arm that was heading towards the hashira's stomach and stabbed your nails into his neck, giving him a lot of your blood. (Muzan's and your blood don't mix and cause the body to implode or in a demons case their body disintegrates)
"Ma'am?" That was all Akaza could say before he is body went away with the wind.
You took a deep breath before looking at the astonished faces looking back at you.
"A DEMON KILLING A DEMON. WHAT'S HAPPENING" A boy with yellow hair screeched from the side of the train.
After that you had gained the respect of the Hashira (with the exception of a few *cough cough Obanai and Sanemi*)
Rengoku is very thankful that you saved his life but it also conflicted cause he was saved by a demon
Tanjiro trusts you, he knows you are genuine with everything you say
Nezuko is adorable, she always runs and hugs you when she sees you
Your kids with Muzan never lived long so being around the siblings was very refreshing
Inosuke wants to fight you, he always loses and hates it but he hates the fact that you hold back even more
Zenitsu is afraid of you, he avoids you at all costs
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#female reader#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#muzan x reader#kimitsu no yaiba x reader#reticent writes#reticent writer
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Jellicle Ask game: 1, 3, 7
Hi! (So I wrote a drabble for number 7, lol)
1. Favourite Swing
I honestly really like George, simply for the headcanon that he’s actually a dog? It’s incredibly silly but I do think it’s adorable.
3. Favourite Replica costume
I Love Misto’s outfit. It says so much about his character, he's neat, fancy, helps him stand out of a crowd,
(Moscow 2005 Misto)
I love the little black splotch on his leg, it's reminicent of the markings you'll see on actual tuxedo cat legs.
I also love that he has a single missing sock. Hence my username. Three white limbs, one black arm. It's very cute, is distinctive and unusual for tuxedos. (Which is why I don't like the Broadway revival giving him two black socks, one on opposite limbs. No.)
I also have a particular fondness for the more modern show number tuxedo, especially Xavier Pellin. It's more reminiscent of a figure skater outfit. The black velvet makes it a deeper black than Tugger's grey-black. But I like how the white patch ends just below his chest, while his chorus outfit ends at his midriff. it's like he buttoned up his coat XD
I like the idea that Misto can shapeshift slightly, going from all black to tuxedo depending on his mood XD
7. Favourite sibling headcanons
Tugger, Munk and Mac are brothers and the sons of old Deut, though Munk has a different mom. Mac is the easiest to not make a Deuteronomy, but it is my preference.
Also while I love the ‘Misto and Victoria are twins’ headcanon, I actually prefer it when Misto is fully an outsider to the Tribe, or even something supernatural in the skin of a cat. Sometimes, this is how I play around with the "Eldritch Misto" idea. So I actually like the idea that Misto and Victoria are foster siblings. Victoria found Misto as a kitten, and they adopted each other. They call each other twins because they don’t know when Misto was born so they just share a birth date.
One idea: When baby Victoria, (who is the daughter of Bustopher Jones's sister), played around the home, she felt the shadows watching her. It raised the fur on the back of her neck, like after rubbing a balloon. Her siblings hated the shadows, arching their backs and opening their mouths in snarls she couldn’t hear. But the shadows didn’t scare her. At first she thought it was the Everlasting Cat watching her. But then she realized it was different. This was not the comforting glow she felt when she stared up at the full moon. This was a quieter feeling, mist on a moonless night wrapping her gently in silver. It was the tingle on her tongue as she looked at the sky heavy with clouds, while lights flickered and flashed overhead. The lights scared her siblings too.
She started tossing toys or bits of her food into the shadow. The toys returned, the food disappeared. Her momma thought she had made an imaginary friend. It was not imaginary.
But it was a friend.
One by one, her siblings found new homes in large hands that caressed them. Hands touched her and held her, but never chose her. Her mother licked her fur with static strokes, her chest vibrating gently. The vibrations fascinated Victoria. So many things made them. The regular thumps as the humans feet hit the floor, the shaking as a truck pulled up to the house.
One day, strange men whose scents she did not recognize invaded her home. Their footsteps sent percussive shocks up her legs. She hid, watching as they put wooden tables into cardboard boxes before carrying them away. She had to move as one by one her favorite hiding spots were taken- the men upending cabinets and removing blankets. Finally, tucked away somewhere high in a nook with no furniture, she was safe. She wiggled her toes against the floor of her hiding place, enjoying the rhythmic vibrations as the strangers moved so far below. Safe, she curled into a ball, and fell asleep.
When she wakes up, the house is empty, and she is alone. No humans. No boxes. No momma. She runs through the house, mouth open, throat vibrating in a way that got momma’s attention, trying to find someone, anyone. After hours of searching the desolate house, she gives up, curling up on sore legs. She shivers, both from cold and tears.
She is awoken by something hitting her back. She unfurls quickly, so quickly she loses her footing and slips on the floor. But her heart soars. Maybe her momma is back! She is greeted by an empty room. At her feet is one of her toys, a little ball. Her hope dies all over again, grief welling up in her, even more choking than before. She buries her face in her arms. She feels a thump as another toy collides with her back. She straightens once again, more angry than sad now. Can't she be allowed to cry in peace? Out of the darkness, another toy, a little round mouse, flies towards her. She bats it aside angrily and opens her mouth. She feels her throat vibrate. She'd see her mother flinch and rub her ears when she did that. She thought it had been funny. The darkness retreats, allowing the evening sun to filter through the room once again. She hadn't realized the room had been so dark. But instead of feeling satisfied or relieved, she feels even more lonely than before. She curls back into a ball, burying her nose under her stubby tail.
After a few minutes, the shadows return, coalescing by her side, a small pool of void. When it departs, a bit of food remains. At first, she thinks about batting it away too. Instead, she manages to eat a mouthful. Then another. Soon the food is gone, wolfed down into her empty stomach. She hadn't realized how hungry she had been. She nods gratefully at the dark, before curling back into a ball.
Day turns to night. She shivers in her corner, the loneliness almost colder than the autumnal chill. Her lungs shudder with soundless tears. She wants her momma.
The air takes on an electric thrum, making all her fur stand up on its end. She sits up, confused. Before her, the shadows pool together, growing thicker and denser, until a patch of Void sit in the corner of the room. Colors flicker in the depths, oil slick rainbows swirling in the black. She stares in astonishment as the shadows tighten, and then open their eyes. Unnatural electric blue and lightning yellow eyes glow back at her. They blink, and when they open again, they are no longer glowing. A kitten steps out of the darkness. It is her age, her size. No, it is more than that. It is her mirror, her inverse rendered in shadow. The only difference is that one of the kitten's eyes is yellow instead of blue. She blinks. The kitten blinks back. It approaches her cautiously. It is clumsy, as if it has never walked before.
It approaches until it is only a few inches away. She should feel terrified. But the strange kitten is familiar, misty night air and lightning storm rain. Almost out of instinct, she holds out her paw. The kitten mirrors, holding out its left. They touch. It’s like sticking her paw in an icy creek. She flinches away, startled. The kitten tilts its head, confused. Then its eyes narrow with concentration. It holds out its paw again, inviting. This time, the paw is warm beneath her own.
They curl up together that night, her old friend and her. She is warm.
When her Uncle comes to retrieve her, he is confused by the new kitten. He knows the kittens his sister had, and this was not one of them. Victoria clings to the stranger, tails twined together. He gestures as the black kitten and shakes his head. He was only here for his niece, for his family. Victoria puffs up, and wraps herself over the kitten, eyes defiant. He is coming with us, her eyes say.
Bustopher hesitates for a moment, before he chuckles. "I guess this is my nephew," he says outloud to himself. At least the two looked similar. Uncannily similar, really. A Victoria dropped in ink.
Some tension in the girl eases, sensing the change in her Uncle's demeanor even if she can't hear his words. He smiles gently at her, and gestures towards the door. She hesitates, tightening her grip around her new brother questioningly. Bustopher nods, and gestures again to the door.
He leaves with two kittens in tow. When the black kitten's face and paws turn white, a reflection of his own tuxedo coat, he is not as surprised as he should be. There was something unearthly about the kitten, too fluid to be natural. But he decides that this action is one of acknowledgement. He chuckles. "Welcome to the family,” he tells the boy.
Thank you for the ask!
Lol, I did not mean for that to turn into a drabble, whoops 😅
#deaf victoria#cryptid misto#cats headcanons#cats drabble#victoria#mr mistoffelees#monochromatic family#ask and answer#how much they remember of this can change depending on aus
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Tell us about your other Alenoaheather AU(s). I know you have them. 🔫
- Totally not Ophe
Hello completely random anon whose identity will forever be a mystery!
See, with the way you've phrased this, you've actually opened yourself up to a few options. I'll tell you a little bit about each one and you can tell me which one you want to learn more about first.
Currently unnamed G/T Alenoaheather
Definitely the most detailed AU of the bunch. It's got backstories and character arcs for each of the three. Probably the best way to describe it is Urban fantasy since none of them are (completely) human, but they pretty much live in a modern setting.
It does get dark at times. Think Beastars-adjacent in terms of vibes. Including the murder bits. But it's mostly self-defense or being forced into it, so take that as you will. I will say that it's nowhere near the levels of toxic relationships that something like the Sea Monster AU has. And they do actually improve as people. These three still get drama mind you, but it's from keeping secrets rather than being genuinely manipulative. ...Well. Too manipulative. It does have Alejandro and Heather in it. But it's got fluff moments because fluffy giant/tiny dynamics are precious and must be preserved at all costs.
It's got Alejandro who's a giant-shifter able to grow even larger than most other giant-shifters thank to his Burromuerto heritage. The Burromuertos are a completely upstanding giant-shifter family and definitely don't have any incredibly fucked up family traditions they expect Alejandro to continue.
Noah's a were-mongoose. Werefolk come in a large variety, though mongoose is on the far more uncommon side. Unlike most werefolk, this kid genius actually figured out a way to not completely give into his instincts during full moons. This has absolutely no negative repercussions on his wellbeing.
Heather who's a giant-shifter hybrid unable to grow thanks to her human heritage from her father's side. She's the only one of her siblings unable to grow. She definitely doesn't have a complex about this. But she has managed to find her own way of making herself just as much of a physical threat as her two boyfriends. (Aka the day I take away from Heather's inherent badassery is the day I die.)
Serial Killer AU
It's exactly what it sounds like. With exactly the vibes the name implies. Definitely the darker one. They're just a thriving villain throuple with a body count. It's also mostly Noah-focused so far as I haven't figured out Alejandro or Heather's motivations.
Noah stumbles across a body of a serial killer spree, only to be the first to realize that one serial killer is actually two. Curiosity leads him to investigate...but not for the reasons you'd think.
(For this one that's pretty much all I can share before just going into the whole AU)
And then, on the completed side since might as well dump all the Alenoaheather AUs:
Noah and the Beanstalk
Another giant/tiny AU! This one's actually got its own post already. I don't really have anything else that I didn't already mention in that post. But it's my blog, so I'll advertise my own AUs as I please!
Collab AUs
The Royal Court AU
Originally named The Lords In Black AU because it was originally inspired by me watching an animatic of The Summoning from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Then it evolved into something far beyond that where the name doesn't seem quite right anymore.
It's got Alenoaheather as the worst teens at school and unashamed about it. ...Until Alejandro goes missing, and nobody else really seems to care. Leaving Heather and Noah to investigate and try their best not to be next.
They fail, but hey, at least they get cool eldritch powers out of it!
This AUs also dark because the premise is them being kidnapped to be used as sacrifices. And it's got plenty of eldritch horror in it. The posts for it are scattered because they ended up going into two separate reblog chains with @total-drama-brainrot and @ur-local-brown-multifandomist. If you look up 'lords in black au' on my blog you should be able to find most of it. I'm going to just centralize it for ease of organization one day. It'll just be. You know. Effort.
Also, @ur-local-brown-multifandomist is currently making a fic for it! It's their first one, so feel free to check it out.
Fake Dating Alenoaheather AU
This one's a collab AU between me and @total-drama-brainrot, a person you have never met because you are a completely anonymous anon. Noah gets caught in between Heather and Alejandro's attempts to make the other jealous by each making him pretend to be their boyfriend. Shenanigans and drama ensue. The posts for this are also scattered and tagged on both our blogs, and one day we might make a fic about it. For now, there actually is someone already making a fic about it that you can feel free to read!
I still can't believe two different people decided to start making fic of AUs I helped create. It's wild, and I'm incredibly touched.
"Why are all of these AUs except for one dark in at least some way?"
I honestly couldn't tell you exactly why my brain works the way it does. It just decided that the two canon villains and one-villain coded teenager deserve to be at least a little feral. As a treat.
Maybe one day I'll have an AU with them that's not so dark. That day will be a surprise to us all.
But yeah, that's all of the Alenoaheather AUs I got! The first two I'm more than happy to go into more detail for if you ask!
#perp answers ask#perp rambles#alenoaheather#alenoaheather au#td alenoaheather#lords in black au#giant/tiny#serial killer au#fake dating alenoaheather#cw murder#tw murder#murder mention#currently unnamed g/t alenoaheather au#i've seriously got to come up with a better name for tagging purposes#total drama
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#28 - Deleterious
feat Nadir
i'm back to pushing my 'yda and papalymo are awesome starting scions' agenda i love them okay every time someone says lyse is annoying i'm like sorry you don't like her mate but you're wrong
He has always found that things are far simpler when looked upon from on high. A boyhood of always reaching for the highest peak had taught him that, and it is why he finds himself scaling the side of the Waking Sands long after the rest of the Scions are abed.
“Nadir?”
Nadir blinks.
Mayhap not all of the Scions are abed, he realises as he stares at Yda, her mask-less face wide-eyed as he hesitates on the edge of the roof. “Yda? Are you well?”
She stares at him, red-nosed and damp-cheeked, as if he has asked something incomprehensible. “Is this why you don’t have thin little noodle arms like most mages do?”
“…Yes?” He tilts his head, his weight still balanced on his hands that grip the lip of the building. “May I join you?” He tries instead; he does not wish to learn how long he can stay positioned like this. Nor would his leg enjoy a second fall from a height.
“Promise you won’t tell the others?”
“My oath.”
Yda nods slowly and Nadir pulls his legs onto the flat of the roof, sighing as the burn of his muscles begins to fade. A boyhood spent reaching for the highest peak he may have had, but it has been moons since he had last climbed anything. His arms are not appreciative. Above, the night sky shines.
The stars are not quite right, just unfamiliar enough in position to be jarring, but they are still beautiful.
(The sky is not burning, the stars are not falling, his brother is not screaming-)
“My sister died today,” Yda says, quietly. She does not look at him, her gaze instead focused upon her mask in her hands. “It’s been years but I miss her. I wish she was here.”
Never has he known what to say less. The silence stretches around them as he grasps, hopelessly, for words that are not I am sorry. “I do not think we will stop wishing for that.”
Oh. That is not what he meant to say. His chest aches all the same.
“We? You have siblings, Nadir?”
She likely means by blood; that is what most would mean with that question. “A brother,” he agrees anyway, for Nahbdeen may be his cousin by birth but in every way that matters to him they are brothers. Nahbdeen is his brother and he- “I miss him with each day that passes.”
It is worth it, he reminds himself.
“Is he-?” Yda asks.
“I made a choice-” Nadir says slowly. He shakes his head, smiles sadly. “I made a series of choices. Nahbdeen was- he- the choices I made mean that he lives. I do not, I can not, regret that. Yet, those choices- the sacrifices those choices required? I did not wish them to, but they hurt him and that I do regret.” He swallows and he remembers his cousin’s screams. He remembers his closed off face and the line of his shoulders as he walked away without a glance back. “He has not spoken to me, since.”
“You miss him,” Yda watches him, her red-rimmed eyes sharp. “Would you fix it, if you could?”
I am, he thinks hopelessly, desperately, achingly. This is fixing it all. He has broken his brother’s trust in him and their relationship, if they ever have one, will never be the same. Nadir regrets hurting him. His chest aches and he misses him and still-
He would not change his choices. He cannot regret stepping forward when Master Vrtra had asked.
Nahbdeen will never understand, he finds himself thinking, and knows he is selfish for the way that he wishes he could. He would not wish those memories upon the worst of his enemies, he would not wish for his brother to be haunted as he is, yet still- still he wishes that his brother would understand why.
I cannot explain it to him, he knows. He does not have the words to do so and he apologises silently to the memory of his brother. Nahbdeen will never forgive him this.
“I do not think that I can,” he tells Yda and it is the truth.
It is worth it anyway, so long as he lives, and this he also knows to be truth.
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Hi! I am the anon about the Bridgerton fic again! I agree with what you said about Penelope I mourn the potential she had as a villain/anti-hero. I am so excited to read about s2, Kate is one of my favourite character, I am so excited to see her interact with Eloise.
Also Anthony and Eloise, we don't see them interact much in canon. What do you think their dynamic is actually like? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to ☺.
And i was wondering how do you feel about s3?
Have a lovely day! And good luck with the writing!
Hi Fic Anon!
I guess you asking about what I think their dynamic is like in the show without the extra trauma/secret that I inserted into my fic that lead to a deeper relationship between them?
Mostly I think their relationship is the kind of fond confusion you have for a sibling that you love but don’t really get. Anthony won’t have spent too much time with Eloise before becoming the Viscount having spent his adolescence at Eton, so missing her childhood.
I also don’t think Anthony understands how much Eloise is actually uncomfortable/insecure/angry in and about the system. For Anthony the system is what structures his life, and defines it, for Eloise the system is what represses and distresses her.
Yet I also can’t help but think they are alike in a lot of ways, they are both stubborn and principled, and a bit too inclined to think they are right about everything, it’s just that Anthony gets away with it because those are flaws that are kind of respected in Partriarchal figures, whereas Eloise’s stubbornness and self-righteousness is viewed as something really terrible because it directly conflicts with the way women are supposed to be.
So yeah I think that Anthony loves Eloise but isn’t very close to her because she is confusing, and also he doesn’t take her totally seriously. And Eloise loves Anthony but is likely frustrated and feels distant from him due to his embrace of the systems she rails against. And because of that neither of them see how alike they are.
Of course in my fic, what happened to Eloïse serves as a catalyst to make Eloise more vulnerable and in need of support, and also forces Anthony to look at the ways in which the system is corrupt
As for season 3 - I’m interested in seeing what they do with Cressida and Eloise, and I am still holding a tiny bit of hope that Penelope will face some sort of consequence for her actions before she gets her HEA, but I am not very excited to see Colin and Penelope because I don’t feel like the writers have put very much thought into the realities of the characters so 🤷♀️, yeah I’m excited for more Eloise, Benedict and Kanthony. I’m also excited to really met Fran for the first time properly but I do not have very high hopes for the season. I mean besides anything the repackaged DUFF storyline seems dumb and kind of offensive to the character that Penelope has been so far. Penelope isn’t a DUFF she just hasn’t been trying because she has been to busy being Lady Whistledown and mooning after Colin.
Thanks for the Ask 💜
#asks#bridgerton#Anthony & Eloise#eloise bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#anti penelope featherington#kind of
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Sal's snippets #10 part 1
------- Sarah had always wanted a sibling, she didn't really care what she got so long as she got one. Her dad had told her that it would happen when it happened. But the desire never really went away. Her dad was used to her bringing strays home, be they two-legged or four, she didn't know why she did. But she knew that it was part of her and that was fine. Then one day she was walking down the streets of the Pride Ring, enjoying herself. It was a rare day off for her and her network was running smoothly, there was nothing that needed her attention and so she had decided to treat herself to a shopping trip. She had picked up a new pair of glasses, her old ones had been smashed in a previous fight and while she knew how to navigate and fight without her glasses, she would prefer if she had them. She had also picked up several pounds of sinner flesh from Cannibal Town, she was always careful to never give her actual name. Her dad was paranoid that his enemies would find out about her, which was understandable. She also had enemies of her own, running her information network meant that more often than not she ended up on the wrong side of citizens of Hell. Add to that she had killed the previous owner of the Blackmarket and now run it? Well, there were a lot of demons that would love to see her dead. They hadn't won yet. But she had driven them to insanity as they tried and failed to find her, the ones that didn't break straight away she gave to her dad. It was wonderful daddy-daughter bonding time. Living in Hell meant that she had seen all sorts of things. It was Hell after all and despite their best efforts to clean the streets of Hell, it was proving to be a difficult task. But that didn't mean that they were going to quit, far from it. It just made the job more enjoyable for them. So when she was walking back from her shopping trip she spotted a young child crying and clutching a rubber duck, she watched for a few minutes, she had no idea if the small demoness had gotten lost or if she had run away. But she wanted to make sure that there would be no parents in the picture. Twirling her cane in her hands she made her way over to the still sobbing demoness. ------- Charlie wanted to go home, she wanted her dad, she wanted Razzle and Dazzle. She didn't want to be here! She didn't know what she had done wrong, she didn't know why her mama had left her here, but she didn't like it. The sound of heels hitting the floor had her looking up, no one had come close to her. Everyone had avoided her. She had felt invisible. Charlie looked up and the first thing that she noticed was gold, the demoness in front of her had a golden glow. Just like her dad. "Come now little fawn, what has you so upset?" The voice was husky, it reminded Charlie of the voices that she heard on the radio that her dad liked to listen to. One of the singers had a really pretty voice and Charlie loved to listen to them sing. "I can't find my mama and I want to go home!" More tears streamed down her face as she struggled to stop crying. "Oh, sweet little fawn. You have nothing to worry about, why don't you come with me and we will see if we can find her?" The golden glow inside the demoness grew brighter, something told Charlie that she could trust the demoness, that she would be safe if she went with them. "Okay." She hesitated for a few seconds before holding her hands up to be carried, there was a flash of amusement before she was picked up off the floor. Her legs hurt and she was very, very tired. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. -------- Charlie was having the time of her life, while she still missed her dad, Razzle and Dazzle she wasn't as lonely as she was before. Mister Alastor did radio broadcasts that she knew that her dad listened to, she had even heard Sarah sing lots and lots of times. Charlie had been over the moon when she found out that the singer that she loved listening to was Sarah. The doe demoness with the same golden glow as her dad.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alternate universe#sal's snippets#dad alastor#kid charlie#oringinal character
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Season 13 episode 4 - after two watches
the shots of the case books were so interesting! I tried to capture them but it's hard to really read the entries.
remember? back in season 2 we had another TB family: Julia Masterson and her father, all her siblings and her mother lost to TB. Julia gives birth to her daughter minutes before her father dies, and in the show we don't see them again. In the book though, the story ends with Julia losing her daughter to TB, and that is one of the changes they make in the show that I support. They usually do not give away anything about a characters future, so they would have to bring the family back to show what happened, and I'm alright if they don't. Their story is already sad enough.
Mrs. Stanton and her teenage daughter: She's old enough to be with her Mom during labour and she looks about 16 years old, why on earth should she not be able to at least help with cleaning, if she can't do it on her own? A Poplar girl who can't clean? How did that happen?
war in Nigeria - 1967 until 1970 there was a civil war in Nigeria. I had not learned about it before, maybe someone else who also didn't know got the chance to learn from this episode.
How long did it take from diagnosis til death for Mr. Chidozie? Two days? even if he could have stayed in hospital directly, would it have made a difference? Or was the damage to severe already when he was diagnosed? That was very mean foreshadowing with Nancy telling him that people don't die from TB in this time, "Not here" is what she says, standing in the very spot that he will stand later while coughing up blood and falling down dying.
On a lighter note: I admired the crochet part on this shirt:
Rosalind standing up for Joyce is superb, their friendship has blossomed and I do hope for more scenes with them together. The way they slow burn all of the romances with the main characters I don't expect any hand holding until the season finale, but I do hope for it.
Millicent is always prepared to take minutes, that's a highly welcome quality. Usually nowadays people will be reluctant to volunteer taking notes in a meeting, at least in my experience, so I find it refreshing that she just does it without being asked to. I noticed that Miss Flannagan refers to Nancy's mother as Mrs. Corrigan. There was no mention so far of Nancy's father, but that implies that her parents were married, and that is a new detail.
Is this the first time Trixie has reason to doubt herself as a nurse? So far she has excelled with helping in all kinds of dire situations and most of the time her patients were fine. I'm curious: Has anyone of you ever seen a placenta in real life? I haven't, but I think it would be interesting and I'd stand there like Sister Monica Joan, marveling at it.
Her enthusiasm about the moon landing is so endearing! The idea of eating something similiar to the astronaut's packets of paste and making sure the TV does not break before the big day - just the right way to go about it.
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@looseleaflettuce you absolute god you.
QUEUE THE LIVE REACTIONS
I miss the pain the moment it’s gone
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 6
oh. well then🙂 such a small line, but hit me in the chest fr
I claw and scratch and dig my way out until I can smell the familiar scent of wet dirt, the scent of my life spilled into it. Until I can feel the soil under my fingernails, digging into the ground rather than the endless darkness, the grass between my fingers instead of those snaking tendrils of nothing.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 7
IS SHE DIGGING OUT OF HER FUCKING GRAVE???!? WOAG
I was plunged into the nothing, while I was watching my own siblings be killed
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 8
aw man😕
My parents stand in front of me
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9
NO! NOT THE MAKERS
her hands shaking as she tucks the strands behind her ears, exposing her dark face to the light of the moon.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9
bitch why the fuck are you shaking, you just killed your kids ya degenerate
The three lifeless bodies lie bled out on the grass to my right. My siblings. I’jam, Rajem, and Solweh. My siblings. My family. Dead. Killed by the two people meant to protect us, life taken by the ones that gave it to us.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9
tears in my eyes. LETTY WHY🤧
My mother blinks, her fear quickly overshadowed by a wall of discontent. Of failure. A sliver of determination shining through.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9
WDYM DETERMINATION! UR DOUBLING DOWN?? YOU’RE GONNA TRY AGAIN?? HUH😀
like she has no right to speak it
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 10
you tell her luna
As though a steady stream trickled from them while it flowed relentlessly from me.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 10
ME A SPY FORESHADOWING🧐
Their ritual gone so awry
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 11
istg if they killed their kids for power, i’m gonna 🔫
paralyzing our bodies and minds but leaving us to hear and see what they were doing to us.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 12
AND WORST PARENTS OF THE YEAR AWARDS GO TO THESE FUCKERS
I had tried to escape, to run into the village and gather help for my siblings, but I had not made it very far at all
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 12
wow i am sure she will perfectly recognize she had no fault in this and will not feel any guilt whatsoever🙂
They killed me last, letting me lie there helplessly to watch, making sure I watched as they killed my siblings
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 13
this will have no consequences on her psyche in the future☺️
not wanting to stop my sister at all as she rips into his neck with her teeth, silencing his screams as she holds down his thrashing body until he stops moving completely. Until she pulls back with a gasping breath, a wild gleam in her eyes as she wipes the wave of red from her mouth with the back of her hand though it still drips down her chin and down her neck, merging with her own blood on her chest.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 15-16
HE HAD IT COMING. HE HAD IT COMING. HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME. (also hotttt)
The four imprints of our lives lost in those very spots. The grass wilted and died in our spots, leaving brown imprints of us in the earth
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 19-20
me when rebirth symbolism
I am no longer human. I do not know what I am.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 21
you’re my bbg.
I leave the clearing, towards the direction of Ra’jem and I’jam’s departure.
Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 22
damn you gon do solweh like that😭
Review Time!
Beautifully written🤌🏾 I could really grasp Luna’s desperation clawing away from the darkness, which I’m assuming was the magic that would’ve taken her life and granted it to her parents. I actually thought she would already be a vampire, so this was a nice surprise! It was a great opening chapter; a well established setting, the inciting incident allows for the reader to make a million inferences on how the plot will develop, and there’s enough characterization to gauge Luna’s personality and how vampirism may change her! Next Up: Ch. 2 ~ Starvation♥️
also a meme for you , letty
fuck around and find out igz
#simi reads:#cusp of the mend#cotm#i actually finished like an hour ago but my mom came back from work and we started cooking#letty’s writing#original work#amazing
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💫 for the Harvest Moon ask game!
💫 - Least favorite NPC?
Hehe, I had a few requests for this one.
I was going to say that there aren't really that many characters I dislike, and most of them are due to the writing being kind of weak. But... I did think of a character I don't care for. Unfortunately, I feel like she's an easy target, because I don't think she's very popular to begin with, at least as far as I know.
Cheryl from Harvest Moon Tale of Two Towns
I also feel kinda bad putting a child on here, but my biggest problem is the writing for her and her lack of depth. I am not a fan of the possessive sibling trope (I see Rick as more overprotective, which is different, and I also feel like he has more layers). To be fair, I never wooed Ash, Cheryl's older brother, so I don't know if her personality develops throughout the game, but her constant quests for items to scare away potential suitors for her brother got old really fast for me.
(Perhaps, a little too much, Jessica.)
I don't mind when a younger sibling looks up to an older one and idolizes them to a degree, but she has a bit of a sibling complex and it's a little uncomfortable for me.
If she does get growth in the game if you marry Ash, I'd love to know, because i feel like there's a lot of missed potential here for a well-written child character. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping she grows and changes!
#ask box games#babyluluru#harvest moon#harvest moon ask game#tale of two towns#hm tott cheryl#hm cheryl#thanks for the ask <3
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Thank you for answering and welcoming my questions! ^^ (I sorta tried to pre-organize my thoughts so I hope the formating of this isn't too strange, sorry if is.)
Your sirens are very neat, I think. :3 I enjoyed reading about them. I'll definitely be ready when more info on them sprouts up.
And ooo yes sweethearts is a very cute duo name for them. I like that a lot. ^^
I haven't actually played Stardew but I did grow up playing games in the series that inspired it so I think I'm picturing the vibe right, I feel like it could be very Harvest Moon, HM: Animal Parade especially. (I liked fishing too ^^ tho idk if it was so much a skill as it was just something you can do for recipes and money and got better at w/ better fishing rods)
& the setup overall seems like fun. Love the complete oblivion to start.
And since you welcomed my questions last time and said you'd like to hear if I have any more, here's some more questions!
Can we hear a bit more about the dynamics the characters will have with each other so far? It'd be fun to here about, if you want to share that of course. ^^
You mentioned before that Scar & B are brothers in this au and that it'd also be a whole other post. Is that anything you can share with us yet? Or is it future info, It's fine if it is.
Oh but otherwise can I ask how you decided on a lionfish for Scar?
Also, are the others(like Lizzie & them) around as less important townies and seafolk?
Thank you for your time and sharing your ideas!
HI ANON I FORGOT TO RESPOND TO THIS IM SO SORRY OMG Literally always makes my entire day and week and month and also year tbh when you send in an ask and I love you so much (/p)
I've never checked out Harvest Moon before, I'll be sure to try and find a letsplay or something like that. From what I looked up of it, it looks adorable and I can totally see how it inspired Stardew :)
I think Grian and Jimmy are closer to their livestream/non-traffic dynamics, the main difference just being Grian cares a little more for Jimmy outside of the life series (apart from limited life). Grian bullies Jimmy but would do anything for him, Jimmy despises Grian but would do the same. Plus they make each other 500 times sillier and goofier. They're just really close friends, likely either grew up together or met in their late teens and were roomies for a while. Classic bullying friendship. Grian's quick to blame Jimmy, but quicker to take the actual blame if need be. Jimmy's quick to get frustrated with Grian but they're usually fine by the end of the day.
Grian and Scar are close to third life, Grian being exasperated with his attempts to scam him and Scar just being a silly little menace. Oddly enough, I haven't thought of many specific interactions, but based on Grian and B's first in-universe interaction I'd imagine Grian just threatens Scar if he ever tries to use his voice on him and that stops Scar from using it real quick. Doesn't mean that he won't tease G a lot. They're best friends. I gotta catch that grian+scar disease so I can more thoroughly think about them, I can only make them besties and happy forever. That doesn't slide in this AU, unfortunately.
Grian and B are really interesting, actually. In their first interaction (at least I think), Grian makes a very close threat on B's life if he ever uses his voice. He's rather aggressive in this au, but this is only because of the fact that sirens don't have a super awesome reputation and also because, in the context, Jimmy is missing and Grian suspects it's to do with sirens. I think. But after that, they bond a lot over their dumbass siblings and just the fact they like each other so much. Grian's oddly fanboy-ish over B in a really silly way and B just thinks Grian is awesome.
BIGB AND JIMMY!!!!!!!!! They're so incredibly underrated. They are SO silly. They just click with one another. I'm going to try to incorporate their super long friendship by just making them hit it off straight away when they first meet (in the life series, especially, they just constantly bring up inside jokes from hanging out, especially irl. they're absolutely adorable. i'll be genuinely shocked if they don't team next life series). They really like each other, and one of the main things about their dynamic is that Jimmy just thinks B is plain cool, and B thinks Jimmy is absolutely the funniest man alive. Really liking how Jimmy, quite possibly the most clueless man alive, is besties with the sirens. Very fitting.
I can totally talk about Scar and B being siblings! One of the reasons I didn't answer this in your previous asks (sorry about that btw) was just I didn't really know how to word it? Again, this au is very self-indulgent and I just really like the Scar and Bigb dynamic, and also really like weird sibling dynamics where they don't quite like each other and probably wouldn't be besties if they were allowed to not grow up together. But they did. And they're besties. And don't quite like each other. Except it's even more weird than this because B doesn't quite like Scar but absolutely loves him but also would really rather prefer to never interact with him ever (one of my favorite clips of them is b hanging out in third life, hearing scar's voice in the distance, and instantly saying 'oh no oh no oh no i gotta get out of here'. then scar comes to swindle him. a very similar thing happened in last life but scar didnt even come to swindle him, he just showed up at the shadow tower after the fairy fort burned down and b just runs and hides behind a little stone box. bugs to me). And Scar loves B soooo much but even more than that he loves teasing him. 'Life series best friend' has been referenced every single life series. And most of those times has been during a moment B is not red and Scar is. Very untrustworthy man. But at the same time I just know in my heart of hearts that given the chance (forcing them on a team together) they would be SO dynamic and interesting with a more haphazard trust and confused devotion type thing going on. So yeah: Guys who would absolutely never talk to one another again in their life if not for the fact they're siblings, but since they are they absolutely love each other. Oddly, that's inspired by how my mom talks about her and my aunt (her sister), and kind of how I feel about my own sibling. I haven't really thought out parental/other family ties, and i'm leaning towards either just having siren culture be very independent from parents or just never explicitly addressing it, as I don't really think it's that important, even though B and Scar's childhood is (I do not know what the details of their childhood are yet. i am such a good storyteller. clearly.)
Being completely honest, I chose a lionfish because I think they're cool, I just kinda got Scar vibes from it, and I associate him with orange. As with all good decisions, it was completely random and I'm actually super happy with it! I guess it also plays into his dangerous side, with the toxic needles and all that. If you happen to have any ideas for what B's tail could be (doesn't need to be blue tbh i'm just trying to get an idea), I would LOVE to hear it!
As for side characters, I have a few townsfolk planned out and kind of forgot to think of more seafolk. I think Gem and Impulse run a bakery (impulse bakes, gem decorates), Martyn and Ren co-own a pub (look up the stardrop saloon from stardew valley, kinda looks like that but they have little shows and a stage and all sorts of little entertainment things in it), Pearl has something to do with spirits and the supernatural (I'm toying with the idea of having an arc where she gets possessed and there's a whole red pearl thing with an angry spirit), and a number of other hermits/lifers (?) are villagers. Since the town is built on fishing and farming due to how rural it is, that's a lot of their occupations. Still, very few choose to live on the beach, as we know. In terms of merfolk, I just know that Etho is a sea slug and Iskall is a manta ray. Sorting some people into 'categories', Scott, Skizz, and Cleo are merfolk (sirens or not, undecided) and Bdubs, Tango, Joel, and Lizzie are townsfolk. I kinda want to explore other "supernatural" creatures (hence Pearl's potential ghost arc), so I might make a few of the villagers some other creatures. That's all up to fate, though.
I hope you don't mind, but i'll be leaving your other ask in my inbox just so I can go back and look at it easily. Thank you so much for the kind words and interest in my silly little au! More questions and ideas are always welcome!!
#moss ask answers#sweethearts siren au#grian#solidaritygaming#goodtimeswithscar#bigbst4tz2#life series au
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Hello! For the emoji ask game: Moon, Spider, and Seedling for Dakarai, if that’s okay?
Hello everybody!
I found a little time between exams to pop here really quickly as I need some coping mechanism from my studies 😅
Anyway, @the-void-writes gave me this wonderful ask as describing my dearest boy Dakarai Pretorius (he/him) ✨
Leggo!!!
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🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
I think he has many dreams, he is still a little indecisive of what he wants to do in the future.
Though among all of them he just wishes to take his siblings somewhere far away from their home, take care of them and let them decide for themselves how they want to live.
Later on I think he wishes to stay with Azar as long as he can. Azar is the first person that stole his heart and gave his to Rai, Pretorius just wishes for them to live freely and happily.
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
He seems to be very fearless, confident and is up to any challenge and lodges under his feet.
But Rai is raised in abusive family and his fears developed mostly by abuse of his mother Millicent.
He also up until recent events in the story didn't feel a need to be in stable relationship and it caused him experiencing toxic gossips in the Academy.
His biggest fear that I for now settled for him to have are fear of abandonment, fear of missing the opportunities, but he also fears for his siblings, who are still living in their house in Nazargati with their parents.
When it comes to his irrational fears, he really fears that his bonds and friendships aren't as deep as he wishes so he constantly fears for losing his friends or messing up relationship with somebody.
🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?
TW: children's abuse by their parent(s)
I will dissection it into two sections: positive and negative
Positive: him meeting Mishra family. It was the moment when his life changed, because he found a close safe space he can run away every time. They were new neighbours and threw a party and invited everybody from the neighbourhood. At that time Rai was around seven and then he met his best friend of all times: young Lady Devina Mishra, her mother and father, who later he would count as his chosen family
Negative (TW!!!) : His younger brother was discovering his fire abilities. Around that time Dakarai broke the vase while playing tag with him. They knew it was a very dear vase to their mother. She immediately knew who did this and called them in. She asked Rai's younger brother to punish himself and his brother buy leaving a burning hand part on their forearms. They still have a fade wound on their arms. Since then his brother was suppressing his magic and finally didn't get to Quinque Lupi.
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Well, that escalated to a very dark place very quickly. I am sorry, hopefully you won't get sad because of this.
I hope that you like a little behind the curtain of Rai's mind ✨
Please, love one another and help those that are hurt and need your support
With love,
Agri 🖤✨
#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writer#my writing#quinque lupi#dakarai pretorius#dakarai and azar#tw: child abuse
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What’s Mothwing’s deal 👀
My bbg I love her. WCRB!Moth is both really different especially how she’s shown but also has many key canon things kept.
For a basic introduction so I don’t make a whole essay just yet on her Dawn was born to her mother Sasha alongside her littermates Dusk (he/him) and Dark (they/it). None of the siblings got to really know the place their mother lived before she had to run away but all they know is this she had many sisters, and that their mother did something that got her kicked out. Their first 4 months were spent wandering, going to find some friend their momma used to know. This ends up being Solis Leopardsoar, the leader of the Riverway, which is their new home. Except what’s supposed to be a far safer home to settle down into turns out to be not so caring. Some stare at the siblings with fear for them and others with fear of them.
After growing anxiety Sasha attempts to flee away with her kits but it starts pouring, raining so hard it hurts the kits with each sharp drop that hits them. One step too far to the left and they fall, swallowed by the river rapids that wished to eat them. Little Dawn and Dusk held tightly to each other but Dark slipped from their hold and into the currant away. Their dark fur gone before they even felt it slip out of the kits huddle. Dawn was bright enough that Sasha could see her and because she held close to her brother Dusk they both were rescued together… but Dark was never found. Lost to the water.
The family returns and the two kits are locked beside each other. They train together and both came out to each other. When Dawn wanted to do something different, try to save lives instead of learning to fight against them, Dusk helped her get the position. Her mentor Mistyfoot while being stubborn and kind of closed off to Dawn respected her choice to move to the role of healing and they even got along better. But it wasn’t easy at all as the current healer Mudmouth wasn’t too happy with letting a cat like her train under him. He didn’t hate her, and even was a bit sympathetic for her situation, but didn’t trust she could do well in the role. He was proven wrong though. As she fought with him again on her receiving training something odd happened, light of all colors bathed her making her so bright, as if drawn in and bouncing off her. Moths flocked to her and fluttered in her fur.
Mudmouth let her train under him at last as a full guardian. To provide spiritual and physically care to the cats around her was everything she ever thought it would be and more. She quickly excelled and became a guardian in just 10 moons of training, which is rather fast since most guardians take at least 12. She made friends she finally felt connected to.
She was named Mothdawn for her connection to the insects and the sign that made her into a guardian. But even as she was named she still felt something inside, like a piece missing from her. The guardian shoved that feeling down and just tried to be happy. Her brother, Duskhawk was a growing member of the Riverway beside her, and while they had some issues they still were close. Her flock of moths was beautiful. Her plants grew wild.
Until everything started to wither away.
#WCRB!Mothdawn#Mothwing#WCRB!Duskhawk#answered asks#spottyissleepy#I’ve excluded Leaf from this entirely bc I’m very uncertain on her direction still but she is a massive part still
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Blessing
Content warnings: non-graphic references to CSA/rape/grooming, mentioned child death, victim blaming (by self), referenced underage pregnancy. Also a trans character being referred to as their birth gender (he’s a newborn and while he is mostly referred to with they/them pronouns, he is called a molly)
Spottedpaw’s kits were born on a cold leaf-bare night, with only the light of the stars watching over them. She hadn’t made it to the last half-moon meeting at Highstones, too close to kitting to make the journey--and Willowpaw still needed a seer in case anything happened to her three remaining kits. She had given birth to six kits almost a moon ago, but one was stillborn and two more faded between their birth and now.
“I’m sorry, StarClan,” she whispered as she watched the five little shapes suckle from her. Two toms and three mollies, fighting to make it through the night. Two of her kits were fighting especially: a brown and white molly and a ginger tom. They were her two smallest, both weaker than their siblings, and Spottedpaw feared they might not make it through the night. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him.”
Spottedpaw was barely 11 moons old, far too young to be a mother. And she was a seer apprentice to boot--seers weren’t supposed to have a mate or kits. It went back to the dawn of the Clans, declared by the first seers themselves. I’m a failure of a seer already, she thought, forcing her gaze from her kits to her paws. Despite herself, she felt her tail wrap around her kits, fierce love beginning to burn in her chest. I’m sorry, I love them already.
“You did nothing wrong,” a soft voice mewed, catching Spottedpaw’s attention. She recognized the star-flecked snowy-white pelt of Snowfur almost immediately, and knew then that she was dreaming.
"But I did," she mumbled. Louder, she added, "I'm a seer apprentice! Even if I was mated against my will, I still had kits! Seers aren't supposed to have kits!" Tears welled up in Spottedpaw's amber eyes. "And despite everything, I love them!"
Snowfur's eyes were soft as she padded towards Spottedpaw. "That's the key, Spottedpaw. You were mated against your will. For StarClan's sake, you're only 11 moons old." The white molly laid beside Spottedpaw. "You and your sister both did nothing wrong. It was Thistleclaw who did something wrong--many things, really." She spat the tom's name with venom, contrasting the gentle words to the apprentice.
Spottedpaw sniffed, trying to bury her face in Snowfur's chest fur. "But... what will the other seers think? What will the other Clans think? There are already cats in ThunderClan saying we deserved it for falling in love."
"You didn't fall in love," Snowfur said, suppressing a growl at the end of her sentence. "Thistleclaw manipulated you both. To him, you two were hardly more than prey." Under her breath, she muttered, "I'm not sure what I ever saw in him." She gave Spottedpaw's head a gentle washing to soothe the young molly. "Any reasonable cat will see this was forced on you and Willowpaw. I don't care how lonely that foxheart was after my death, he never should have come near you two."
Spottedpaw drew back a little, whispering, "Do you miss the cat he used to be?"
Snowfur paused. "I... don't know," she finally replied. "I'm not sure if he was ever the cat I thought he was."
"He... he killed someone," Spottedpaw hiccuped. "I can't believe that's what it took for me to get away from him... I should have seen the red flags sooner."
"Spottedpaw," Snowfur mewed firmly, "it's not your fault that you were manipulated. It's his fault for manipulating you."
Spottedpaw laid there for a while, looking much smaller than she actually was. "I'm scared," she finally mewed. "I... I never wanted kits. But now I have them... and I'm scared I won't be a good mother for them."
"You'll have plenty of help," Snowfur replied. "Your sister, for one, but also your friends and family. I'm sure Bluefur would be happy to help as well." Snowfur shifted so she was curled up against Spottedpaw. "Do you have names for them?"
Spottedpaw was quiet for a bit, leaning into Snowfur's soft pelt, but eventually she nodded. "I think the lighter ginger tom will be Dawnkit. They remind me of the sun rising at dawn, especially when the sky is more red." She paused, thinking again. "The brown and white molly will be Puddlekit," she added. "Their white patches look like puddles on the ground. And the tortoiseshell molly beside them will be Stormkit. They have that ThunderClan ferocity already." Spottedpaw purred as she felt Stormkit kneading at her belly--she may be dreaming, but she was still aware of what her kits were doing.
"And the other two?"
"The brown tabby molly will be Honeykit," Spottedpaw continued. "Their fur is a little darker than honey, but something about them reminds me of it. Maybe it's a sign they'll be sweet when their personality shows more." She gently nosed the head of the last kit, a bright ginger tom. "And this last one is Firekit. Their pelt is a burning fire. I can imagine it'll be even more dramatic in the sun."
"Dawnkit, Puddlekit, Stormkit, Honeykit, and Firekit," Snowfur purred, touching her nose to each kits' head as she said their names. "I will watch over you and your mother from StarClan. Regardless of what happens, you are all in safe paws."
Soothed by the purring, Spottedpaw closed her eyes again. She felt Snowfur fading, her dream giving way to dreamless sleep, but despite the cold night, she felt warm. Safe. Loved.
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