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kissorkill16 · 5 months ago

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They Don't Care: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: An AU where Nicky was born into the Peterson family,...but not cared for.

(P.S., inspired by @ghostly-writers ! For more info...)

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My name is Nicholas Michael Peterson, but you can call me Nicky.

My parents took care of me as a baby, but as I got older, they started to...stop.

Apparently, when I was a toddler, my dad began to act weirder and weirder. When I tried to ask him about it, he just growled at me.

"Get away from me."

He looked so scary, even as I got older. So I just did whatever he said. But as I left his office, I heard him mumble one small word.

"Omen."

I didn't know what that was, so I didn't think much of it. But when I asked my older brother, Aaron, about it, do you want to know what he told me?

"Omen means a source of bad luck. That's what Dad called you, huh?", he said. "Well, he's right. It's because of you that people die on the rides he builds."

My eyes filled with tears.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

My own dad and brother thought I was an omen.

But they weren't the only ones.

Before I went to bed one night, I gave my mom a hug. But she didn't hug me back. I looked up at her with my eyes filled with tears.

"Mommy, you don't think I'm an omen, do you?", I asked her.

She didn't answer my question, she just looked down at me. She looked tired, lifeless, almost like she wanted to say yes, but didn't want to hurt my feelings because I was still a small child.

She patted my head, "Go to bed, little wolf.", she said.

That night, I laid awake in bed, crying as I kept thinking about how I was an omen.

"It's my fault.", I said to myself.

Years later, after Mya was born, we moved to Raven Brooks, Missouri. Dad said he used to live there when he was younger, and our grandparents left him this old house in their will.

And during those years, my own family still believed I was an omen.

But I didn't cry myself to sleep telling myself it was my fault. Instead, I just kept telling myself "It's not my fault."

I only believed those words, because I was a dumb little kid. But now that I'm old enough, I'm starting to know better.

As me and my siblings started school, Dad began to work on a new ride for the Golden Apple Amusement Park. He called it the Rotten Core Rollercoaster.

It was big, so many twists and turns and long drops, it almost made me sick to my stomach just thinking about riding that.

I was hoping this ride wouldn't end up like all of the other ones. Where people died or got injured, and I was blamed for it, since I was considered the "omen" of my family.

But I heard that one of Mya's friends, Lucy Yi, got on that ride, and one of the carts flew off the tracks and right into a tree, killing her.

Ever since that day, Mya hadn't spoken a word to me.

I've tried so hard to tell her that it wasn't my fault, that I wasn't an omen. But she wouldn't listen.

Then one week after Lucy's funeral, she asked Mom if she could move in with our Aunt Lisa, and then she was just...gone.

Not only that, but Dad became more aggressive, Mom became more distant with me, and Aaron also hadn't spoken to me ever since the incident.

As time passed, I started to feel cold. I was starved for human contact. I wanted one of my parents to hold me tight like they used to when I was a baby, but no one even wanted to get close to me.

In school, Aaron pretended not to know me. He always hung out with his cool, popular friends, Seth, Ruben and Enzo. Meanwhile, I signed up for an after school club to distract myself from my neglectful family.

I found myself having a growing love for science.

"Hi there!", said one of the boys in the club. "I'm Ivan Torre. Welcome to the Inventor's Club!"

Another boy stood behind him and waved at me, "Hey, I'm Delroy. I'm not an official club member, I just come here so Ivan can help me with my homework."

I shrugged and nodded.

"I'm Nicky.", I said.

"It's so nice to meet you, Nicky! Something tells me we're all going to be the bestest of friends!"

Ever since then, my friendship with Ivan and Delroy strengthened. I felt like I could talk to them without them thinking I was an omen. I was closer to Ivan, but I still hung out with Delroy. He was Ivan's best friend, even though he wasn't really that smart, Ivan made sure to make him feel included.

One time we did get a little closer was when he took me to the back of the school, and he showed me something that made my eyes widen.

Cigarettes.

"Swiped these out of my aunt's purse.", he said. He took one out, lit it, and inhaled it. When he breathed out, a huge cloud of smoke covered the air.

He handed one to me.

"I can't.", I said. "My parents would kill me."

"Dude, if they're okay with Aaron doing it, then they shouldn't have a problem with you doing it.", he said.

Yes, I also knew that Aaron sometimes snuck off to smoke cigarettes with his friends, and I didn't want to end up as irresponsible as he was.

And smoking was definitely irresponsible.

He shook the box, waiting impatiently. "It's not like your parents are gonna give a shit.", he said.

I hate to admit it, but Delroy had a point. My parents stopped caring about me the moment I could walk, and they treated Aaron and Mya like they were their only children, making me feel excluded.

They didn't even care about all those prize winning science dioramas I did back in middle school or freshman year of high school, and hadn't even bothered to show up when I signed up for a couple of school plays.

So why should they care if I picked up a few bad habits?

Without another thought, I took a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled it.

At first, I coughed, but after a little more inhaling and exhaling, I felt my throat relaxing.

Me and Delroy leaned against the wall of the school as we smoked our cigarettes.

"Next time, we'll try something stronger. Like alcohol.", he said. I looked at him incredulously, "Where are you even gonna get alcohol?"

"My dad's girlfriend."

After that, me and my friends kept meeting up in secret places. Normally, we'd just hang out in the science room to do homework and stuff. But when we were done with that, we'd just go somewhere no one could find us and just blast off to mars.

Sometimes I snuck out so I could meet them at a party or somewhere in the woods, and we'd run back home at the crack of dawn.

I tried to find a balance between all of that, because I was extremely tired of going home early in the morning or late in the evening and suffering painful hangovers and almost throwing up in class. So me and my friends just saved all the partying for the weekends.

I was starting to feel like my brother, Aaron.

Speaking of Aaron...

One night at dinner, me and my parents sat at the dinner table, and Mom was trying to call Aaron over and over again, but no one answered the phone.

Then just as I was finishing the dishes, the phone rang. Mom immediately picked it up.

When she hung up, she collapsed to the floor and cried her eyes out, and Dad went to her side to comfort her.

Then he turned to look at me and tossed me the car keys.

"Go start the car.", he said.

We drove to the hospital, where I saw Aaron and all of his other friends laying comatose in hospital beds.

From what one of the police officers told us, apparently, they were drinking while one of them was currently drunk. They swerved around in the car until they crashed into a bread truck.

My parents cried at his side, and I didn't know why, but I just couldn't seem to cry. The tears just weren't filling up my eyes at the moment, and here my brother was, comatose.

I just left and waited in the car.

After that night, my parents were still pretty shaken up. Whenever they weren't doing anything else, they were just driving as quickly as the speed limit would allow them to go to the hospital.

As I had the house to myself, I decided to check the mail.

When I flipped through it, I noticed an envelope with my name on it. So I opened it, and as I read it, my jaw dropped.

I scored high on my SAT, and I got accepted into one of the best colleges in Brooklyn, New York!

I practically flew out of my seat and started dancing around with joy. After I was done, I called my friends and immediately told them the good news.

"Guys, I got into college!", I said.

"ME TOO!", Ivan squealed. I could tell he was more excited than me right now.

"Me three, man. Ivan, you were right. All those years of tutoring really paid off!", said Delroy.

Even though we still had time, since it was only July, we immediately packed our bags and booked a flight to New York. As I packed, I was thinking about how I was going to tell my parents about this.

Oh well, they'll probably be happy I'm leaving. After all, I'm an omen.

The night of my flight, my mom and dad were in the kitchen, Dad was making dinner while Mom sat at the table, hands folded and looking at her lap.

I cleared my throat, and they turned to look at me.

"Mom, Dad, I have something to show you."

I took out my college acceptance letter from my pocket and sat it down on the table. Dad sat down next to Mom, and Mom took her time reading it, and then she handed it to Dad, who also took his time reading it. When he was done, they both looked at me.

"Why didn't you tell us?", asked Mom.

I rolled my eyes and scratched the back of my head, "Well, it was after the day Aaron was hospitalized. I wanted to wait until a better time."

It was silent for a moment, then Dad spoke up. "Is that why you've been packing a bag?"

I nodded.

Mom looked at me and smiled, "Honey, there's still time. Why don't you think about taking an online college?", she asked. "Or maybe you could take a gap year?"

I looked at her like she was insane. "Mom, what -"

"Nicky, we just think it's better if you just stayed here a little longer."

I got up from my chair, my hands on the table. "Where is this coming from?", I asked. "Why do you guys want me to stay so badly?"

"Honey, think about it. Lots of people who are unbelievably smart like you don't go to college. Besides, we just don't think you're...responsible enough to be out on your own. I mean, sneaking out late? Doing who knows what?"

"With hell knows who."

So they've noticed? They actually noticed my rebellious behavior during my high school years?

I rolled my eyes, "So? Aaron did shit like that, so why should it matter if I'm a little rebellious?"

"Exactly, Nicky! Aaron did stuff like that and look what happened to him.", said Dad.

I couldn't take it anymore. I slammed my hands on the table in anger. But before I spoke to them, I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Mom, Dad, I loved you both so much growing up. But when have I ever gotten that same amount of attention back? You favored Aaron and Mya, and treated me like I was some kind of insect. Now Aaron's in the hospital, Mya's still living with Aunt Lisa, and I'm the only one left. And now that I want to leave, you want to suddenly act like you two were the best parents in the world. Do you think I enjoyed being neglected for so long? Do you think I want to stay here and be the source of bad luck for the rest of my life? Hell no. I'm leaving this hellhole, I'm going to New York, and you can't stop me."

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. When I opened my eyes, neither of my parents looked at me.

"When do you hope to leave?", asked Mom.

"As soon as I finish packing, you can pick up the car from the airport.", I said. I turned around to go to my room, but I looked back once more at my parents. I sighed, "If it means anything, I can always come back and visit to see how things are going."

Once I finished packing, I took my bag to the car. I drove to pick up Ivan and Delroy.

We still had a couple of hours before our plane left, so we decided to stop at a bar to grab a couple of drinks.

We drank so much, and ended up getting really carried away. I was still a little sober enough to walk my friends to the car, and I could still drive properly, but my vision kept going weird, and I could feel my stomach aching.

"Oh fuck! I think I'm gonna throw up.", said Delroy.

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. "I do too, man. But I want to try and hold it until we get to the airport.", I said.

Ivan clutched his stomach and head, "It hurts too much!", he whined. "Nicky, pull over! I don't think I can hold it!"

I slammed on the brake pedal, but the car wouldn't stop. I slammed it again, and the car still kept going.

"I can't stop!", I screamed, starting to panic. "Damn it, I think the brakes are broken!"

But that's impossible! My parents always kept this big hunk of junk in perfect shape! So how were the brakes broken!

I was panicked, I was drunk, I was nauseous, it was absolutely hell. I couldn't stop the car, my friends and I were close to throwing up, and on top of that...

We suddenly crashed into something.

The last thing I felt before I lost consciousness was a pain in my arm, and my insides spilling out of my stomach and mouth and onto my pants.

I don't know how long I've been out, I didn't even know where I was or what day it was or anything. But when I woke up, I was laying on a bed that looked shockingly identical to the one I had back at home...

Because it was my old bed.

I looked around the room I was in, and I saw that all of the stuff from my room was right here. But this wasn't my room. It was dark, the only light that emanated the room was a couple of fake windows with chalk drawings.

I tried to move, but I felt a pain in my arm and my head. So I just laid back down, clutching my head and breathing heavily.

Then I heard a door open, and my parents walked into the room, and Mom was carrying a bottle of hangover medicine and some water.

She handed them to Dad and ran straight to me, wrapping her arms around me.

"Oh, honey! Thank God you're okay! We were so worried!", she said.

I wanted to ask what happened, where I was, and what happened to my friends, but Dad beat me to the punch.

"You crashed the car on your way to the airport. The police told us you were driving under the influence, several beer bottles were found in the front and back seats. Now our car smells like vomit and alcohol.", he said.

"You fractured your arm, but the doctor said with painkillers and plenty of bed rest, you'll heal in no time.", said Mom.

Dad sighed, "And you planned on going away to college?", he rhetorically asked. "You can barely take care of yourself, let alone your friends."

My eyes widened at the thought of my friends.

"My friends...", I said. "Ivan and Delroy. What about them? Are they okay? Did the police say anything about them?"

Mom and Dad looked at each other, then back at me, eyes filled with pity.

"Mom? Dad? Are they okay? Please tell me they're okay! Please!"

As I began to panic again, my mom hugged me again, and Dad joined in soon after her.

"Oh, Nicky. My sweet baby.", said Mom, "I'm so sorry."

I started to cry. This was enough to tell me that neither of my friends were okay, and it was my fault that they weren't okay.

Dad gently caressed my head as he began shushing me, "It's alright, Nicholas. Calm down.", he whispered. "How about you go back to sleep?"

They gently pushed me back down on the bed, but I didn't want to go back to sleep. "But...but what about my flight? I...we were supposed to leave for -"

"Honey, you're not going. Not while you're in this state.", Mom firmly said. "From now on, you're just going to stay home with me and your father. No more drinking, no more sneaking out, just us taking care of you."

As Mom spoke, she filled the small cup with medicine and handed it to me. I quickly swallowed it and immediately opened the water bottle, downing that as quickly as I could to get that nasty taste out of my mouth.

I laid back down onto the bed, and I felt Dad keep caressing my head and Mom gave me a kiss on my forehead.

I felt myself slowly falling asleep, and the last thing I heard was my parents leaving the room before I was all the way knocked out.

"My parents will take care of me from now on.", I thought. "They care about me now. I'm all they have left. I don't have to worry about anything else."

(Extra scene):

News Reporter: This just in, a car crash was reported on New Town Street. There was evidence of three young men in the car covered in vomit and alcohol substances filled the front and back seats. However, one of the boys, Nicholas Peterson, wasn't found anywhere near the area of the crash. His friends claimed that he was the one driving the car, and he said that he couldn't pull over due to the brakes not working. Once the police gave the car a closer look, they found that the brakes had been cut. Mr. and Mrs. Peterson have reported their son missing and the police are currently on the case as we speak.

#hello neighbor #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #theodore peterson #diane peterson #aaron peterson #mya peterson #nicky roth #ivan #delroy #tw car accident #death mention tw #tw drinking #tw smoking #tw cigarettes #tw throwing up #hurt/comfort #tw injury

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vickyvicarious · 1 year ago

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Today's entry is really not Dr. Seward's best on display. He's matter-of-factly drugging his patient and rifling through his belongings. He's daydreaming about a cause worthy enough to justify even greater breaches of ethics than he's already doing. But in amongst these musings, there's some interesting foreshadowing too.

How well the man reasoned; lunatics always do within their own scope. I wonder at how many lives he values a man, or if at only one. He has closed the account most accurately, and to-day begun a new record. How many of us begin a new record with each day of our lives? To me it seems only yesterday that my whole life ended with my new hope, and that truly I began a new record.

Seward's interest in Renfield's skillful reasoning "within [his] own scope" and subsequent curiosity at how he measures the worth of men is of course ironic. He himself has been guilty of reasoning that only goes so far because of his own bias (about this guy in particular, in fact) and also values lives differently depending on the person. Or at least in different ways - we'll see the distinct difference between how he cares for Lucy in her illness (even when there is a question of potential 'madness') versus how he has behaved with Renfield. Obviously, there's other factors at play there too, but I can't help but think of the distinction here, particularly when it comes right before he moves on to thinking more directly about Lucy.

Renfield ends his first account when Seward denies him a cat, and eats all his birds to put a close to the whole process. But then he begins anew the next day. Seward muses about endings and beginnings, and claims that to him it feels like only yesterday that his life "ended with [his] new hope." This refers of course to Lucy rejecting him, and his beginning again was our first introduction to his audio diary. By his count, we're already on his second record. And those of us who have read the book before can recognize that a third will be coming up. Once again, a loss of Lucy will mark the end of his account - according to him, but then he will have to start again when he's inducted into the vampire-hunting. And that's when, as I've seen other people joking about, he gets his "strong, unselfish cause to make [him] work" - but it's far from happiness. (Though he in particular does get a line about savage delight in killing vampite!Lucy, it's another instance of unfulfilled potential in a way. The statement is anticipatory, and when it comes time to actual kill her, Jack is firstly the support, and secondly recognizes it as a terrible task. If he were the one staking, would he take a savage joy in doing so as he expected, or would it be a burden he bore out of love for the woman she was, as Arthur did? He actively participates in beheading her afterwards, in filling her mouth with garlic, in sealing her up. We don't hear his thoughts on any of that in any depth, and that happened after she apparently returned to her former self in death anyway, so... who knows.)

So it will be until the Great Recorder sums me up and closes my ledger account with a balance to profit or loss.

This line is also really interesting. In line of what happens later - both in how important records are throughout this story, and also in the epilogue making it clear that the entire book we've read is a preserved account.

But it also draws a comparison with Renfield's notebook. When Seward looked in it previously, he directly compared Renfield to an accountant, balancing numbers representing what we now know represent lives. This wording is kind of placing Renfield in the position of God; at the least imitating a Godly approach. That also goes along with what happens later on with Mina being burned by the Host and the characters seeming to interpret that as God deeming her unworthy (marked down as 'a loss') for no fault of her own.* It could link back to that line about reasoning within one's own scope again. I'm reminded of this excellent meta by @animate-mush which talks about how transgressing or occupying multiple roles is key in so many ways throughout this book. Staying within one's (typical/expected) scope is limiting, while Doing Both is strengthening. A madman's reasoning only goes so far - but then again, so does his doctor's. In that sense, having a straightforward binary of profit/loss is unhelpful. But of course, all this is happening within the context of the Good People fighting Bad Vampires book. As a rule, the novel doesn't delve too deeply into realizing moral dilemmas, even though it raises the question of them multiple times. So this whole line of thought I've been led down by these lines is kind of another instance of that, and there's no clear resolution to it. But it's interesting to think about.

*Pretty sure I've read at least one meta suggesting the mark was actually a warning to instill the necessary sense of urgency they needed to motivate them to save her before it became too late. That it was never meant as a mark of shame at all. In this case it's fully the characters' own limited view affecting their understanding of the situation, and the accountant view of a God tallying up more 'objective' pluses and minuses is lessened.

#dracula daily #jack seward #dracula daily spoilers #just... thinking aloud i guess #fitting response to a seward entry #dracula meta #sort of

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beardedmrbean · 1 month ago

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Really and truly not sending this to be dismissive, but apparently there’s more to that Jonathan Joss situation than what we know. His husband claiming that the house was burned due to homophobia was already lying, as there’s a news article that stated that it was because they left a grill lit (and Johnathan admitted it):

https://www.expressnews.com/lifestyle/article/king-of-the-hill-jonathan-joss-san-antonio-fire-20053771.php

Also people are pointing out that it makes no sense that the shooter killed Jonathan for being gay but didn’t bother killing his husband. Something isn’t adding up, but I still firmly believe Jonathan should never have died. It’s just that there’s way more than what’s being told and I don’t like people potentially lying about hate crimes

Clickable link to the article here it's about the fire

Actor and San Antonio native Jonathan Joss lost three dogs and his childhood home in a South Side house fire Thursday.

The McCollum High School grad, famous for his roles as the voice of John Redcorn in the animated series "King of the Hill" and Chief Ken Hotate in "Parks and Recreation," said the vacant home lacked gas and electricity.

"I don't have a job," Joss said via phone Friday from a San Antonio hotel. "And now my three dogs died in my home. I can't even concentrate on work."

Joss said he and his partner had lit a barbecue grill inside the house for warmth and to "make some Abuelita" Mexican hot chocolate earlier Thursday, but were sure they extinguished it before leaving at noon to get lunch and pick up supplies to clean the home.

Fire crews reportedly responded to the home in the 200 block of Dorsey Drive around 1 p.m. Thursday. By the time Joss and his partner returned just before 2 p.m., the uninsured residence was a smoldering loss.

"I told them it was my fault," Joss said. "Very easily it could have started because of my stupidity."

Joss noted his father bought the home in 1957 and his mother willed it to him before she died. Joss said the fire also destroyed his 1994 Chevrolet Impala SS, along with his "King of the Hill" library and more than 30 years of television memorabilia.

He broke into tears as he recounted the loss of his three dogs at the home. Firefighters found the body of one dog and Joss found the other two.

Of his eldest dog Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, a 13-year-old Chihuahua mix, Joss said the dog always kept him safe.

Joss noted he was in the process of returning to Los Angeles to resume his acting. He returns as John Redcorn for a "King of the Hill" revival slated for this year on Hulu. Joss' other credits include the 2016 remake of the 1960 classic "The Magnificent Seven" and the Paramount+ series "Tulsa King" starring Sylvester Stallone.

Joss said he and his partner are just trying to get some aid. Those interested in helping can contact Joss at 210-929-9017.

"Just [want to say] thank you to my fans, and always love your puppies because you never know when accidents will happen," Joss said. "God speed and be strong, everybody." _________________________

Ugh, this is muddying the waters.

Trial should clear a bunch of that up though, hopefully at least

#anonymous #nunyas news

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casliveblog · 3 months ago

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Custom Toonami Block Week 218 Rundown

Devil May Cry: We get Lady’s little backstory as the cold open and it’s not as generic as it could be but it’s not anything special, like she’s a dumb little kid that always believed in demons and ironically SURVIVING a demonic attack is what tore her family apart, though if demons are common enough to just trip over in the subway you’d think her dad would get scooped up by some SCP Foundation shit for all his talk about it. Meanwhile back in the present, the Vice President offers Dante a job like some sort of Suicide Squad and after a casual Resident Evil shared universe drop, we find out Dante just thinks he’s an X-Man and really doesn’t know that his necklace is important. And the the thing sticks out to me about that is Dante was STILL protecting the thing with his life and not willing to give it up for anything, not because it was important but because it was something his mom gave him and I think that’s really sweet. The Rabbit shows up with a fucking rocket launcher and all the demons that would probably be mini-bosses if this were a game. Lady kinda gets stuck on cleanup duty and it’s clear she doesn’t stand a fucking chance while the Rabbit re-forms the necklace with the help of the sketchy PTSD guy and like did he even need help? The Rabbit’s been shown to just be able to samurai slice anything human like butter so what is this guy actually doing to help him aside from handing him something that was five feet away anyway and releasing Dante? Like I guess he helped them get the location of Lady’s team but that wasn’t directly shown and I feel like the demons can probably track Dante well enough without his help that they could’ve found it without him. Still with Dante freed we get an awesome high speed chase to the sound of Last Resort and I love this show’s lack of shame to be cringe like it reminds me of the Sonic movies, they know what they are and they lean into it hard. Still at the end of the chase after Dante’s non-lethally beaten the minibosses so they can come back later while simultaneously mulling over his Inuyasha existence, the Suicide Squad bomb stops the rabbit from pulling his Devil Trigger and blows half his face off in a real ‘Man what does it take to kill me?’ moment.

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: Rimiru uses the “Goddard: Options” mode to try and figure out how to jailbreak his new dragon buddy and decides he can just eat the dragon to smuggle him out and figure the rest out later. They give each other names in a sort of blood brother oath before Rimiru eats him and I’ve always liked the trope that naming a thing gives it strength, Bleach does this too and there’s a couple others where announcing the name gives it like extra aura points and this feels like that taken to its logical extreme with people because when you really get down to it Names are important for a sense of identity, a kind of superpower that makes you you. Afterwards Rimiru bounces his way around killing snakes and bugs like a weird version of a Pokemon game where you’re a Ditto that gets to keep its stocked Transforms. There’s a part of humans driven by vague political nonsense since the dragon was apparently powerful enough even sealed and undisturbed that he can destabilize the region and they basically open the door for him. Outside he runs into goblins begging for the Grand Demon’s help because he’s just putting off Conqueror’s Haki with his big magical slime dick hanging out and considering he’s a nice enough person and the Dire Wolves after them are kinda indirectly his fault it’s the least he can do to Seven Samurai his new vassals into fighting off the wolves.

Cyberpunk Edgerunners: So David has straight-up superpowers now and officially puts in his resignation at school by beating the shit out of his Fist of the North Star bully and basically having… no plan after that, only finding Lucy on the train (also I’m just now realizing the train is the only thing in this Capitalist hellscape that DOESN’T seem to cost money since David seems unconcerned with riding it for the hell of it, does Cyberpunk’s exaggerated hyperpredaroty Capitalist system STILL have better public transportation than the real US?) Anyway Lucy puts him to work stealing people’s micro SD cards which is somehow money I guess, like yeah I guess any technology you can sell it technically money but they act like it’s pickpocketing a wallet and idk enough about the Cyperpunk world to know if it’s actual currency or just parts. Still after all that David’s superpower limit has been reached and his doctor gives him a three a day max limit on the superspeed, working on Chidori rules here, I do always love the ‘X uses per day’ trope, kinda puts some added tension on any superpowers and keeps the viewers counting. Lucy takes him through a BEAUTIFUL chase through the city and a Moon video, giving out max Manic Pixie Dream Girl vibes in the process and they kinda connect in the way you’d expect people running around in a beautifully shot music video to, though of course this show still has –punk in the title so they’re also still guarded assholes sharing the vulnerabilities ironically of course. Still Lucy seems to have set him up with the Moon Video and now people responding to the APB on his robo-spine have come calling, hope we don’t find out that despite being a traitorous bitch Lucy does have a soft spot for him and only mildly hedged her bets on him escaping, no way that’s happening.

SAO Alternative: The NPC-testing mission continues and before SHINC and LPFM can engage, the Machine Gun Bros step in to noisily wreck things as only they can, using basically infinite machine gun ammo to basically disintegrate their cover. LPFM and SHINC call a truce and Pito and one of the SHINC girls sacrifice one of their three lives to respawn on the perimeter behind the bros while M distracts them with Manly Machine Gun Talk for Men™ and they get jumped because they didn’t have a lookout, I love the Machine Gun Bros they’re so fucking dumb. SHINC and LPFM decide to go their separate ways and actually focus on the mission instead of having an awkward truce break. LLENN moves ahead but is put into the trap that kills her which was the cold open from a few episodes ago, though of course now we know she has extra lives. Everyone regroups and thanks to Pito’s drone we get the names and faces of all the NPC while Fuka ascribes random backstories to everyone, our girl putting in more thought to characterization than the developers. Still we have a few scenes of Memento Mori and SHINC acting as jobbers for the NPCs and losing one of their lives as both get teamwiped. Like they play this up as the NPC AI being really good but realistically the NPCs outnumber any single team and have a heavily fortified vantage point with a wide range of weaponry, it’s not exactly Jack and the Ultra-Bots given the decks are already stacked against them. Still the Machine Gun Bros are back and they just want into the castle so they can have fun blasting stuff from a fortress so they surrender to the NPCs which is really fucking funny. Looks like it’s alliance-forming time as next episode has LLENN running around forming liaisons with the other teams.

Heavenly Delusion: Since I’m still kinda having a hard time keeping track of the Promised Neverland plot given nothing’s really happening yet I’ll start with that summary again There’s some drama going on cause all the girls want the artsy kid just like in real life and they’re selling nude pics to each other, again just like real life. Also they seem to have sharp physical abilities and this kid survives a definitely lethal fall without a scratch so they may be in a simulation? Like these Promised Neverland kids may just legit be in the Matrix and that’s why they can’t go outside because the program only has so much range. Anyway back with Kiruko and Maru, they sneak out to do some monster fighting and fight the Whip Crow only for the caretaker to have the classic zombie apocalypse thing of wanting to protect the thing that ate her son because they may still be in there somewhere but that door’s slammed pretty shut when it kills her and then Maru uses his… superpowers to… squeeze it’s heart or something so it dies. They leave the whole situation deliberately vague and it’s kinda up to the viewer on how charitable they want to be with this setup and its ramifications on the world, like I don’t usually like ‘it’s open so you can draw your own conclusions’ because it’s a lazy method for just not finishing a story and not having to deal with the consequences of a solid ending but for something small like this it’s actually pretty neat, like in the end this doesn’t matter at all so leaving it up to interpretation is fine. The two do make their way to the tomato farm from last episode which has mild Jamestown vibes so Kiruko wants to get the fuck out of there before the Kool-Aid starts getting passed out, just in case. Maru reveals that he does know his mission is to inject someone that looks exactly like him with something so it will ‘help everyone’ and given they already placed the Great Disturbance that wrecked the world at around Maru’s age we can establish he’s basically on a mission to kill his evil twin and stop the animal mutants thereby, but that’s just a theory. We also get a little Kiruko lore in that she was apparently a racer that killed her brother in a crash, idk how that works given she’s spent her entire life in an apocalypse but sure. Still they get another lead for where the laser gun they have was made and given this whole trip is based on following shoestring leads, might as well. They get on a boat back to Tokyo and Maru’s had enough of dragging the romance plot out and confesses to Kiruko who… says she’s a man and I’m not sure how to take that. Like first, idk what the dichotomy is that says you’re trans and being a man would preclude having a relationship with other men like ‘I’m a man and also straight’ may not have the same coming-out impact but it’s a little befuddling to me that this confession is progressive in some ways and weirdly heteronormative in others. Second, idk if this is actual trans discourse of sci-fi nonsense like given all we’ve seen that could also be the case, it’s a heck of a place to put a cliffhanger because the more I dig into it the more I look like the asshole. Third this could also be a joke, I’ve heard of this trope before and it’s a very weird thing some tomboys do to just kinda get out of awkward situations, like Kiruko doesn’t seem to have any problem with female pronouns and she may just be tired of correcting people she’ll only know for a few days anyway but I really don’t know where to go with this, like if you like the person’s personality and find them attractive idk if the rest matters and I seriously doubt Maru’s gonna be baited away by this revelation either because boy’s got it bad.

Trigun: During the Actual Typhoon story arc, the Figurative Typhoon decides to visit the closest place he can consider home, a seed ship that’s somehow suspended above the planet, do not ask me how this works, Vash’s ride up there also kinda floats so either the city produces some kind of anti-grav field or Trigun Planet’s atmosphere is just like that and has zero gravity at a certain altitude. Wolfwood tags along but the people are VERY Xenophobic given it’s one of those ‘peace hanging on by a thread because of isolation’ societies and Wolfwood does have a point that it’s been over a hundred years of this ship floating with no maintence so they will have to integrate at some point, seems kind of like a Fallout Vault-Tec situation here. Vash gets a new coat and chats up the little girl crushing on him and the big muscle guy who might as well be the grandkid of the big muscle guy on the original crew because they’re basically the same character despite the new guy not being a SA-ing asshole. Still when the Gung-Ho Guns version of Sasori manages to dump his puppet pieces into the vents shit really starts hitting the fan when Wolfwood gets caught with some dead bodies which the people are not happy about given they were already throwing rocks at him for just standing there. The new muscle guy does have a crisis of conscience and flashes back to Vash saying peace is a matter of having faith in each other but luckily we don’t drag out the falsely accused plotline too long as Sasori shows himself and notably Wolfwood does seem to recognize him and vice versa. They manage to de-escalate the situation and Vash comes in to rescue the little hostage girl and destroy Sasori’s puppets but Sasori reveals he’s got more puppets and two more Gung-Hoes along for the ride with him, so… oops.

Revolutionary Girl Utena: So this is probably the most shook I’ve ever been from what’s essentially a clip show because despite all the fluff and reused animation it slowly becomes obvious what this episode is all about and oh fuck I was not ready. Akio’s answering quiz show questions in her car and Utena is somewhere away from the school near an amusement park doing her usual talking to herself and asking thinly-veiled vaguely existential questions. I probably figured it out about halfway through but the long and the short of it is Akio finally seduced Utena and took her to his vacation place and went to the amusement park and the fucked. And full credit to the Late Rachel Lillis because the scene where Utena’s just listing off her lunch options for tomorrow and her voice is breaking because she has no idea how to cope with her moment of weakness where an older man took advantage of her and she betrayed the trust of several of her friends all in one fell swoop is fucking fantastic, like the delivery kinda fucking broke me. There’s a lot to fucking unpack here even though this episode only has like five minutes of new content. The whole thing’s shot like Utena’s doing an ASMR video like the camera’s from Akio’s POV, meanwhile Anthy slowly gets revealed to have thematically delivered Utena to Akio in a long-term and short-term sense and it’s weird to say that Utena sleeping with Akio is a betrayal of Anthy too given she literally caused it and they aren’t technically actually a couple but given all the vibes and bonding it does still kinda hurt. But yeah they really felt the need to drop a bomb during a clip show just to make sure you fuckers were still watching huh.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Devil May Cry #That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime #Cyberpunk Edgerunners #SAO Alternative #Heavenly Delusion #Tengoku Daimakyou #Trigun #Revolutionary Girl Utena

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baileys-3 · 2 years ago

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NEW CHAPTER ONLINE on AO3

Sneak Peak:

Genny is walking across the baseball field, lost in her thoughts and not paying much attention to her surroundings. She's thinking about tomorrow and all the things she needs to get done. But before that, she has to help Tim clean up his training equipment and then pick up Mat from her neighbors. It's a relief that she lives next door to an elderly couple who are always happy to look after Mat for a few hours. Being a single mom can be tough, but it's been that way since the last year of her marriage to Rob. Not that he was much help with the kids anyway, even when they were still together.

"Hey mum. Can Blake and I throw a few more balls?" Tyler startles her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sure." The two boys cheer and immediately start throwing balls at each other. Even now, after training, they still haven't had enough. Which is surprising, because Tim and Lucy chased the boys around the pitch so much that they were all dripping with sweat by the end. And yet, at the end of the training session, the boys were all happy and beaming. It seemed like they couldn't believe what they were capable of. Genny doesn't want to complain about Tyler's former coach, he had a rather cozy and familiar manner, not taking the job so seriously. It's not entirely his fault though, as he only took the job out of necessity, just like his predecessors apparently did. Tim and Lucy seem to be the first to have found an approach to the boys, if the parents' conversations in the stands are to be believed. And the two of them are an amazing combination. Tim, with all his expertise and the eye that you need to have as a coach. And Lucy, who has this likeable manner and simply knows how to deal with people. And apparently also with boys of this age. She even reckons that at least half the team have developed a little crush on Lucy. Judging by the giggles. And how they sometimes turned red in the face.

During training, something fascinating happened. Genny joined Lisa, Samantha, and Anne shortly after the start of training. She realized Tim would no longer need her. As time went on, more and more parents joined them, and a lively conversation about the two new coaches and the team ensued. The parents were enthusiastic, and Genny completely understood their excitement. She had seen many training sessions, but never one like this. Some parents even asked if the two coaches could continue, or if Genny could get them interested in doing so. Genny doesn't think the chances are high because both coaches have jobs that demand a lot of time and involve overtime. However, there's no harm in trying.

When she arrives to the sides where Tim and Lucy already started tidying up, Lucy is handing Tim a baseball bat, which he stows away in the front pocket of a bag. Genny kneels down next to the small trolley they are using to transport the equipment. She picks up the helmet lying next to the trolley and starts to help tidy up. Or rather, loading the equipment onto the small trailer.

She doesn't waste time; she gets straight to the point. There's no need to beat about the bush." I think you two should co-coach. You were great together. "

Tim's rebuff comes straight away: "Oh, no, no. I'm -- I'm ready to hand over the reins entirely."

She's not at all surprised. But Lucy chimes is right away, not letting Tim quit so fast. "Not a chance."

Genny decides that this is a wonderful opportunity to push the two of them a little. She is so curious and is almost certain that there is something going on between her brother and Lucy. It's all these little signs.

"No, but seriously. I saw today why you work so well together."

And indeed! Her brother starts stuttering. That never happens to him, except when Lucy is brought up, whether directly or indirectly." I-I ... It's just, uh ..."

So, Lucy immediately jumps in, as an attempt to save Tim from total self-destruction. "We spend so much time together on..." and immediately corrects herself. Which is totally suspicious. "... out on the job."

Tim can only contribute an "Mm-hmm." Genny has to be careful not to smile too obviously. Tim doesn't know where to look at all. She's hit the bull's eye. The confirmation of this comes when Lucy suddenly changes the subject entirely.

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #tim x lucy #archive of our own #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #chenfordsource

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itsybitsybatsy · 2 years ago

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I've been lurking in the G/t community for long enough, so I figure it's about time I introduce my OCs! They're the main characters of my current WIP called "Dwindle and Diminish".

Basic premise? Sizeshifter protagonist participates in a fantasy heist, with the catch that he's cursed to slowly shrink away into nothing so long as he has these powers. Now he's on a quest to find the cursed contract that gave him these strange abilities and destroy it, before he completely shrinks away into nothing altogether. In the meantime, he learns how to not only accept his situation but take advantage of it, utilizing every new shrunken size to its maximum potential in his quest to become a master thief.

Anyway, meet Emory Bloom (shifter) and Lucy Fox (normie), the two main protagonists of Dwindle!

(Apologies for using a Picrew instead of drawing the characters myself 😔 I unfortunately lack any real art skills, so hopefully this will suffice instead!)

A few years ago, Lucy got into a car wreck that killed her entire family, leaving her as the sole survivor - unfortunately, that same accident also left her in a heavily vegetative state. Emory, one of her only living relatives, took charge as her primary caregiver, and has sacrificed his life and happiness to give her the best quality of life he can. But with little to no support system to help, Em consistently feels inadequate and wishes he could do more.

One day, Em is presented with the chance of a lifetime: accept a curse that will steal away about a foot in height, and in exchange receive the magical powers needed to restore Lucy's health to her pre-accident condition. This seems like a pretty sweet deal on paper, but it quickly becomes apparent that the contract is trying to steal a lot more than just twelve inches.

Determined to put a stop to his shrinking curse, Em and Lucy put together a team of thieves to help them steal the contract draining his soul before it's too late. All the while Emory finds new and inventive ways to take advantage of his dwindling state to help him become a better thief.

Basic personalities:

Emory (initially 6'3" but gradually shrinking) - responsible, mature, and very polite to strangers, but with a profoundly sharp wit and deadpan/sarcastic sense of humor around loved ones. He's very patient and empathetic, and strongly characterized by his intense loyalty to Lucy (as well as everyone he cares about). Has a problem with being self-sacrificial, associating his worth as a person with his ability to care for others. As a result, he can be a bit of a pushover at times. He used to have a passion for his aquarium hobby, but gave up a lot of his own personal interests in order to invest more of himself into Lucy's care. Now that her health is restored and she doesn't need a caregiver anymore, Em is slowly rediscovering all those passions again.

Lucy (5'4") - fierce and passionate, very artistic and creative and pours herself into everything she does. Can be loud and abrasive and impatient, but that's how you know she likes you. Because when she's genuinely mad, her rage is cold and silent and terrifying. Loves reading, writing, art, and cooking. Any kind of artistic pursuit is something she will gladly experiment with. However, she's also burdened by a strong weight of guilt. She blames herself for the car accident that killed her family, she blames herself for Em giving up his happiness to take care of her, and most of all she blames herself for Em taking on the curse to restore her health. She sees this as her fault, and therefore her responsibility to fix - no matter the cost.

For years, Em acted as Lucy's caregiver. But as Em becomes increasingly smaller, that dynamic switches - now, Lucy is the one responsible for taking care of Em instead of the other way around. And for Em, who considers his existence to be a burden and that he must always take care of others in order to prove his worth (and also has a boatload of trust issues)...well, you can imagine that he doesn't handle this change very well.

Anyway, I'd be happy to elaborate on the story and characters if anyone is curious! I understand things are a lot less interesting since I don't have any visuals to show you (curse my lack of art skills!), but hopefully this gave you all a good sense of their personalities and dynamic!

#i admit its a lot more tame that a lot of the other g/t stories you see in this community #but i love the slowburn shrinking trope and i wanna see more of it!#also! sizeshifting in the context of a heist scenario has so much untapped potential as a concept #at least i think so anyway #g/t #G/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t oc #sizeshifting #shrinking #dwindle and diminish

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 1 year ago

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No after figure we're not 😭😭

AWWW HONEYYY NO 😭😭😭🥺🥺💔❤️

Well yeah but he can decide to break up with you too

But yeah honey totally valid :(((

Hmm not always though Tim

Oop true 😳

Punishing yourself like everyone else 😬

OOP that's the tea o.o

Bitesize therapy where you can't escape xD

Hmm

"Bailey" NO CELINA'S HERE ASK BAILEY

GORL I WAS RIGHT O.O

Celina's face XDD

SLFKGHDS YEP

Yeahhh diseases xD

LOL

Idiots xD

Yeppp slfkdjs

Oop Emma :O

UH OHHH

OHH NOOO

Uh ohh

OHHH BLOOD

Crap

Oh noo

Dead :(((

Poor girl 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺

Yeeeah she shouldn't be here

OOP yep dibs xD

Hmm nah there's gonna be an issue with her xD

Yeah probably not

But also near murder apparently lol

Yep xD

Yeah it's not great but it's an option

Okay whatever you say

"Took the words right out of my mouth" LOL

You needed to say it

Yeah :)

Yeah o.o

Dang all y'all right there lol

Ik it's your job lol but

Old zoo o.o

Yk memories xD

UH OH

Oh gosh :O ayyy she's okay!!!

Awww poor girl :(( 😭😭

It's not your fault honey <33

Right forgot which one was which, anyway interesting that he killed Emma first

Maybe just chance

Yeah real :(

Awww honey 😭

Honeyy tell the truth if you know it

Ahh because she escaped :(

Wasn't she already dead? Oh like kill her too

Oop suspicious old look out

The baby thing is sensitive to everyone too :(

Well kids in general

Maybe not Tim and Lucy but they have their own problems lol

Oope

I doubt he's in there

OPE O.O

Nahh there's gotta be somebody else involved

And there's already flies

Maybe they did it? Idek

His wife??

They're like "yeeeah he's dead"

Hmm okay hours

Ah crap right o.o

But she's there-

Okay phew

Hmm still suspicious

Oogh that look at the camera

OPE

Agh gosh

OH NO knife o.o

I wonder if she killed and now is just in it and thinks she needs to run? Idek

Agh gosh what a complicated place to run in xd

Yeeah that's annoying

Thissss is annoying

If somebody sees her and they slightly misspeak 😬

OOP she running

Uh oh

Why is that rando just walking by o.o

Aww honey :(((

Poor girl 😭

Awww 😭😭

This is wild

This is amazing acting though :(

OOP she killed both o.o

Awww honey 😭😭😭💔

Oogh those screams

This is so good but just ouch 😭

Wow

That was amazing but so sad :((

#the rookie #oasis's the rookie chatter

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chloehazeljane · 2 years ago

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"The Atom Bomb" by Chloe HazelJane

Original Post On: chloehazeljane.com

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Lucius Abaddon was the President’s son. That was all he was and all he had ever been. From the moment his mother had died and his father had used her death as the base of his first Senate campaign—and every campaign after that—all hope of another life had been lost. So when Alec Abaddon had pushed the button to release the United States’s nukes and started a chain reaction of destruction as, in retaliation, other world leaders did the same, the fault had fallen on Lucius too. It didn’t matter that he was the one who had walked into his father’s bunker with a gun he’d taken off a Secret Service officer and shot Alec in the face with it, ending his tyrannical term. He was still the President’s son.

He took a deep breath, sucking the air in through his teeth. The air of New York City, like that of the rest of the country, was no longer as arid as it had been when he had first arrived after the bunkers had opened. Though, he supposed he should probably stop thinking of this land as the United States. It wasn’t and it never would be again. The world had already been dying from the intensity of extreme weather and pollution, and the bombs had rocked the world enough to send most of the land underwater. As far as they knew, this was the only land left. They had to assume everything else was gone because hoping anything else was true would make moving on that much harder.

The roar of the Atlantic tide was like static in his ears, as he stared out at the swirling blue-grey water. He was standing at the memorial site for the World Trade Center, the story of which had always felt like a faraway tale to him, as much history as the American Revolution was. Nearly a century and a half later, it couldn’t be much else.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” The voice coming from behind him was too familiar. It was a voice that did nothing more than remind him there was nothing he could do to stop the circle of societal destruction the world had so long been plagued with. It was and would always be one tyrant after another, regardless of intention. Callix was a fool to think otherwise.

“Yes, and I thought you had gotten the memo,” he said, turning to face Callix Martinez, leader of the New World. “It’s been years.”

Callix shrugged. “I’ve had people looking for you the entire time, Lucius, but apparently you’re good at keeping yourself hidden.” He sighed. “I want to talk. I have since the moment you left. You hardly gave me a chance to explain my plans for this country.”

Lucius stared at him. It was like looking at his father, though he and Callix looked nothing alike. Callix was young, a few years Lucius’s senior, with wild dark hair and skin a dark shade of taupe. His eyes were green as the grass was finally once again growing to be. Alec had looked much like Lucius, his hair silver and his complexion somewhere between white and brown, though the two did not share their eyes. Alec’s had been brown, but Lucius had his mother’s eyes, eyes like a glass of cognac. But it wasn’t literal appearance that made Alec and Callix mirror images of each other. Callix had noble intentions, but so had Alec, in the beginning. At least, Lucius thought so.

“Lucie—”

“Don’t call me that.” Lucius’s voice snapped like a whip, and he saw Callix’s shoulders tense. “You asked for my opinion, I gave it to you, and you ignored it. So I left. Because I won’t be associated with what you’re doing. Why can’t you just leave it at that?”

“I asked for your opinion because I value it, and yes, I didn’t agree with it but that didn’t mean I wanted you to leave,” Callix said. “I understand that you’re worried about the power dynamic, but you staying is exactly what could help keep it in check. Opposition is a good thing.”

“You say that now, but so did my father, at first,” Lucius said. “And then he started tearing down political institutions from the inside and talking about how what this country really needed was a king. He tried to create a kingdom for himself instead of doing his duty as a keeper of democracy, and your response to his failed coup is to turn what’s left of our home into an empire with you as its king. A king chosen by the people, sure, but a king all the same. Maybe it won’t be you, but someday down the line, one of your successors will become exactly the type of person that put us where we are today. I can’t support that. I won’t.”

Callix shook his head. “No, I’ll set it up in a way that won’t happen.”

“You know you can’t do that. You know that it doesn’t matter what you do. You can’t control the future.”

“You’re still mad about Rowan,” Callix said, hesitancy in his voice. “I know that’s part of this.”

Rowan. Rowan with soft skin the color of black coffee. Rowan with a laugh so deep it was like it was coming from the core of the earth itself. Rowan who somehow managed to always keep himself composed, even in the face of a literal apocalypse. Rowan who tasted like joy and honey and smelled like eucalyptus leaves. Rowan who had died defending Callix’s empire.

He felt his eyes darken. “Stop it.”

Callix did not stop it. “He believed in it, Lucius. He helped me build it. You know Rowan—”

“He believed in you, Callix, not the plan. And see where that got him.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No? Because I seem to recall it being your ideas that got him killed. And not just him either.” Lucius’s chest was hot, the pit of feebly contained fire in his stomach breaking through his ribs. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t think about his father or the idea of returning to Callix’s side as he fortified his empire’s heart in the rubble of Chicago, and he certainly couldn’t think about Rowan or anyone else he had lost in the years since his father’s third inauguration. “Why don’t we talk about Carlos?”

He knew he was off base. Carlos had been Callix’s best friend, practically his brother, and his death was far from his fault, though he blamed himself for it. He didn’t need another reminder of it. But it was what he got for bringing up Rowan.

“Fine.” Callix exhaled. “Just know you’re always welcome back at my court—my home.You’re right. Becoming your father is something I could do very easily. And nobody knows what he was like more than you. I could use your advice.”

When Lucius said nothing, Callix nodded and turned his back. Lucius wondered if he should call after him—continue their conversation or tell him he would return to Chicago with him—but he couldn’t bring himself to. To support Callix was to support empire-building, and to support empire-building was to support his father’s beliefs, something he could never allow himself to do.

But if there was one thing Callix was right about, it was that opposition was a good thing, and while he wouldn’t do it within the walls of the newly constructed Martinez Palace, opposition was something Lucius could create. He would hold the monarchy accountable. If they ever stepped out of line, he would be the atom bomb that destroyed them and took back the world. On the very ground where he stood, he would build the Abaddon Rebellion.

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motownfiction · 2 years ago

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⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

Maggie’s not sure what it is about Charlie that makes him so special. But every year he grows, he just gets better and better. He’s got a smile that could power the whole town. Before his third birthday, he can whistle any tune you give him. He walks into his first day of first grade whistling a happy tune like Anna and Louis in The King and I. By the end of the year, he can play “Heart and Soul” like nobody’s business. He plays it at the talent show in June of 1976.

“Hoagy Carmichael, watch out!” Maggie yells in the midst of the audience’s cheers.

Her husband leans over and whispers to her, pressing his nose into her ear.

“Maggie Doyle, watch out,” he says. “You don’t want them thinking you have a favorite.”

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

Here, in this motel room, she is twenty years old, and she is in love with him. The days of pink gel pens and sugary sweet crushes are over. Elenore has fallen in love with Charlie, like she always thought she would. Like she always thought she could, if they lived in a world where he would ever give her a shot.

👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with

i don't think i particularly struggled with this piece (the conclusion to sadie's part in first of may), but it did apparently take more than a month for me to finish it. november and december of last year were so much work! here's part:

Sadie sighs and sits at the foot of the bed, parallel to Sam, the place where she belongs. She really looks at him for a long time. Maybe ten whole seconds. Sometimes, she almost forgets he’s just her twin. Sometimes, he feels like so much more. Like he’s her eyes when she closes her own.

“You know, this is all your fault,” she says.

Sam scoffs in mock surprise. He presses his hand to his heart like a parody of a Southern belle. Sadie can’t help but laugh, just a little.

“Me?” he asks. “What did I do?”

“I keep thinking about this one time, about two years ago, I think,” Sadie says. “Mom and Lucy ambushed you with that college visit in Ohio. Do you remember?”

Sam snorts.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “That’s the kind of thing you don’t just forget.”

“Right. Well, anyway. I keep thinking about what you said to me that day. You asked if I ever thought about how you and I are different.”

“Yeah. I remember that, too. You said you thought about it all the time.”

“Yeah, well, I was telling the truth. I do think about how we’re different. Except I don’t know if I know who I am. I know … I know you’re a genius, and I know you’re funny. I know you were always more willing to put yourself out there, to get rejected, to be wrong … just so you could say you tried. I know you like The Replacements, and when the college rock stations are on, I usually prefer The Pogues … but that’s about it for comparisons between us. I feel like … I feel like I know exactly who you are. But I don’t know what makes me different.”

She looks up at Sam, not really sure how she expects him to react. And in truth, she really didn’t expect anything in particular. She just didn’t think he would sit there and shake his head.

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“I’m standing around,” Sam says. “I could have given the first bite to myself. But I’m not doing that. I’m giving it to you. That’s how nice I am.”

Eddie chuckles and takes Sam’s hand in his.

“I would never describe you as nice,” Eddie says.

“How would you describe me, then?” Sam asks. “Am I an asshole? Because I’ve always had a sneaking suspicion.”

“You’re not an asshole, Sam.”

“Then why am I not nice?”

“Because that’s reductive. Nice means stupid. You’re … I don’t think they have a word for what you are. But if they ever do, you’ll be the one who invents it.”

Sam feels himself blushing like a kid. He knows it’s a line. But it’s a good line, and dammit, if he’s not a sucker for a good line.

#asks #omegaponyboycurtis #thank you!

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evita-shelby · 6 months ago

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It is! honestly its such a good dynamic for angst and thanks for letting me use Lucy for it.

Eva absolutely knows she's the consolation prize because he wouldn't be here if Lucy hadn't left(even if she's his wife and mother to his child and he'd be with her out of duty). and she knows Lucy wouldn't come back (its why she and Tommy are now going, maybe this was always meant to happen)and yet sees her returning one way or another because Eva is cursed to see the future and now sees her future change with every decision she makes. I have the idea that this is a thing that appears to be two paths but it leads to the same place: Eva and Tommy being unable to work out because he was always meant to be with Lucy even with the presence of his soulmate from a different universe where his true love is a witch who mocked him for falling in love with a narc the first time they ever spoke to each other.

Divorce laws were pretty strict, there were some towns that allowed no fault divorce, brothels that for a price allowed men to stay the night and have a prostitue there claim adultery happened. Tommy will end up hiring a girl to name as his lover because he never cheated on Eva with Lucy and as much as Polly would love for Eva to blame her, Eva knows the one at fault was Eva for knowing she wouldn't be able to live in a throuple and getting married anyways.

I'm doing rewrites for the main fic and honestly it is what contributed to how much the long for each other (before it becomes apparent that Eva is not willing to give up her freedom and is never going back to Small Heath, thus making Tommy realize its been over for good) and it really adds to the punch i think lol.

I have always had this thing of Eva always being the outsider not just because she's an exiled aristocrat with more skills than barbie but because she's gotten shit like good therapy that works, a family that supports her(even if they think her mental illness makes her a liability like they do in between the s3 and s4 arcs thanks to Michael exaggerating her manic episode) and the ability to play metaphorical chess with Tommy’s enemies without resorting to violence.

Perhaps

sequel to Look Both Ways and Wreckage, Tommy and Eva spend New Year’s Eve together and consider giving each other a second chance

cw: mental illness, pregnancy, angst, a lot of introspection, suicide, guilt, 1920s divorce laws

Lucy Winters belongs to @mischievouslittlecreature

venor tag: @justrainandcoffee @zablife @call-sign-shark @thegreatdragonfruta @hoodeddreams13

Happy New Years, i hope you get a good cry out of this, i know I did.

“When I said I wanted to greet 1921 with you, this wasn’t what I meant.” Tommy puts out his cigarette knowing how little she can stand it in her condition.

“You should’ve specified then.” the witch retorts not liking how he’s intruded on her out here and yet wishing they’d be as close as they used to be a year ago. “Now you have me here by force.”

There is a strange delight she has in hurting him in retaliation for hurting her. While Eva dislikes regressing to her bitchy ways, when her pride and her heart are injured, that venom comes out along with her forked tongue.

Tommy Shelby learned that day he will die unforgiven no matter what he does to prove he is sorry for even letting that thought form in his fucked-up mind. Not that he will ever admit defeat, he thinks that because Lucy’s gone, and Eva was vulnerable enough to let him into her last night he stands a chance.

And while Eva still yearns for him and that beautiful future she saw when they made love that morning alone in Brighton, she stands by her words: Never Again.

He chose Lucy and will chose her again and again no matter how many children, how much wealth and power and how much love Eva would give him if he had made the right choice. The moment the red head comes back, the witch will lose her only chance at happiness to her.

In her worst moments, Eva almost regrets stopping her from taking her own life. But the witch said no more killing in 1918 and her biggest regret in this tragedy is that she didn’t make Tommy choose from the beginning.

Then Tommy would’ve stopped pursuing her allowing Eva to find a man who did not expect her to be content with whatever crumbs his other lover left.

Or he could’ve chosen Eva and all would have been bliss between them, as her unnatural abilities love to taunt her now.

“You didn’t think that last night.” His tone is hurt, soft and reminding her how damnably weak she was beneath the façade she wears. “You still love me, and I you. I meant everything I said last night, Evie.”

“Don’t.”

She is not sure why she keeps her resolve to end things with Tommy for good when last night had felt like that night seven months ago when she gave herself to him. The universe kept conspiring to have them alone for most of their whirlwind courtship and now it had the two of them alone just as she had wished it.

“She’s not coming back, maybe she was always meant to leave and let us have that future you saw for us.” He is good at convincing you he is right, it is what will make him a great politician when the time comes.

“Has she truly left or are you just telling me what I want to hear?” the dark haired beauty asks fearing what the answer will be.

If he is truly resolved to be the husband she needs, if he truly wants to be the man he should have been months ago, Tommy Shelby needed to choose.

It was true he could not find Lucy and that the Lovells refused to let him see her, but Lucy physically gone was very different from him closing the door between him and his lover.

If he wanted to re-enter paradise, everything should be over for good. The Goddess demanded exclusive devotion, there was no room for others.

And she knows what the answer is even when he claims otherwise.

He thinks he can forget Lucy if he is given the chance, if he can prove how much he loves her and their son and wants that life she saw for them.

“Will you let me prove it?” he pleads knowing she is as alone and vulnerable as he is.

He hated being alone, to feel the emptiness creep in and the shovels return. He used to sleep with a perfumed sachet to keep the nightmares away before they got together while he had Lucy his nightmares had returned worse than before following Grace’s treachery.

Lavender, rose petals, anise and incense, her signature scent. Lucy preferred rose and vanilla, but lacked the smell of witchcraft Eva had.

“If I do, will you be content to know it doesn’t mean I forgive you?” she asks no longer feeling the chill in the cold air. The fire works would start soon, she’d come here knowing he can’t make himself tolerate the noise for too long only for him to follow her to her balcony looking over her garden.

She liked this house, this house she paid for herself and is under her name and the keys are hers and hers alone. Tommy had to knock and wait for her to let him in. It was the physical manifestation that she was resolved to end things between them for good.

But now he was inside, had stayed a week with her because she had been unwell, and the fucking lawyer had been intimidated into making her wait until the baby is born.

They were encouraged to try and see if their differences could be resolved in these next six months. After all, despite what transpired neither would wish to name Lucy as the person with whom Tommy committed adultery and this only allowed for Eva to be awarded a judicial separation for the time being.

She had all the rights of an unmarried woman, but she remained married to Tommy in the eyes of God and Men. But she could not divorce him unless Tommy was willing to find a whore and claim she is the reason it failed. Lizzie was out of the question; it would convince her she and Tommy could still happen.

“I know.” He puts his hands in his pocket wishing he could turn back time and undo it. He hates himself for letting his fucked-up mind produce such a thought.

How could he ever think a woman who hated killing would kill another for something as worthless as the love of a man?

Lucy had only discovered bloodlust, the catharsis of killing, she had yet to see how it will only just fuck you up more in the long run.

Eva and Tommy had killed for survival, ordered to kill with no way to refuse. While Lucy’s rapist and her father had deserved it and gave her the closure she needed, the red-haired woman had been given the privilege they never had: choice. Lucy Winters had yet to feel what her former lovers had already experienced by the time she got her hands bloody for the first time. She had yet to tire of the bloodshed and know it takes more from you than it gives.

Its why Tommy delegates his kills, its why Arthur wants to kill himself and why John believed no other woman could love him until Polly picked Esme for him.

Its why Eva has vowed to never take another life after she made Leopoldo believe he was the Haemon to her Antigone. He killed himself because of her, she may not have seen it, but she heard that gunshot as if she had been in the room with him.

It was why Eva could never forgive Tommy for accusing her of murder.

“If you had been the one missing and Lucy seen walking away from there with a gun in her hand after a gun shot was heard… I would have accused her of killing you too.” The gangster admits letting her know it was not that he truly doubted her character or that he didn’t love her, but his inability to hold on to the rational part of him when the shellshock takes over. “The shellshock does that to me, apparently, like how it makes you faint when you are overwhelmed. The shrink Arthur has been going to told me that.

Just the horse thinking the person opening the crate is the enemy too.”

Eva’s quite surprised to hear that. She’d known of Arthur seeking help thanks to his cherub like sweetheart, Linda, but not that Tommy would ever set foot in a psychiatrist’s office. He didn’t trust them; one had put Barney Thompson in a padded cell and sought to put Danny Owens in there too. And because he didn’t trust them, Lucy didn’t either.

Eva was the odd duck because she had gotten better thanks to one of the best psychotherapists in her country. Had Peralta never intervened, she would’ve killed herself during her confinement just as Carranza had expected her to do.

Peralta would come twice a week, answered her telephone calls at all hours and ordered anything a resourceful woman like Eva could use to kill herself until he was sure her suicidal moods were gone.

Her somewhat mild form of manic-depressive insanity had stabilized without the drugs and the booze and eventually after being taken out of Mexico. It had flared up; her separation had triggered a depressive episode so bad Polly had stayed with her and brought Finn in hopes of lifting her spirits. Eventually it subsided and now she was at the last legs of it.

“I suppose I may forgive you for it someday.” The witch allows that one concession, still Tommy has a long way to go before she is ready to forgive him for it.

If he is truly serious about wanting a second chance, perhaps that day may come sooner than she had hoped for.

“I love you; you know that.” His blue eyes show how genuine he is with his words, it tugs at her heartstrings to hear him say those six words as her façade of strength comes tumbling down just for him.

And because the New Year means new hopes and new beginnings, she says the last thing she had wanted to say to him, “Perhaps---”

January 1st begins with Eva giving Tommy a chance she already knows will only end up in more heartache.

But it is a sweet pain, one they need to feel so they can close the door for good on this chapter of their lives.

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 3 years ago

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I posted 425 times in 2022

73 posts created (17%)

352 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 224 of my posts in 2022

Only 47% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 18 posts

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#self reblog - 6 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#this post is thanks to the 2 presentations we did in my 2 person class today &somehow we picked the same exact theme for both presentations

My Top Posts in 2022:

judging by how many wips I have where alastair is gravely injured, you would think I hate him or want him to get hurt. the opposite is true, in fact. I want him to be taken care of. doted on, even. my man needs a break. he does so much and is constantly taken for granted. if this is what it takes for people to realize that he might not always be there, well...

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this is kind of a niche reference but I want a scene for cordelia like that scene in fhsy when adaine went into her sister's memories and saw all of the times that their parents were cruel to adaine and how her sister started to loathe herself for never saying anything. I want cordelia to look back on all of the times that elias treated her as a golden child, all of the times he berated alastair and praised her in the same breath, and feel guilty. I want her to regret never being able to protect him. I want her to feel angry that she was ever in that position in the first place. I want her to be able to accept that she was a child, and alastair was a child, and it's no one's fault except Elias'. I want her to realize that it was never her responsibility to protect Alastair and it was never Alastair's responsibility to protect her, but he did and she didn't and that's a guilt that she'll just need to learn to live with. I want her to realize that it's not too late and she can still repair her relationship with her brother. it might not be living in a bunk bed at the top of a wizard's tower but I need cordelia and alastair to be able to label what happened as abuse and heal from it together.

78 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

sometimes I remember how alastairs sole advice to his sister in her marriage was "being treated badly by someone doesn't make you love them more" ...and yet there are still people who defend ch*rles 😪

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apparently it's now canon that the reason elias' death year is wrong on the family tree is because some bitch named esme hardcastle asked alastair when his father died and he was like "idk he's been dead to me since like 1894" and she said "okay bet"

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My #1 post of 2022

the interaction between alastair and charles where charles tells him that barbara died and alastair asks if thomas is okay and charles goes "i thought you hated those fellows" and alastair simply says "no" despite saying to cordelia literally 15 minutes earlier "let's never talk to those terrible people ever again" is the alastair equivalent of lucie complaining that thomas wont let anyone see his tattoo and alastair saying "I'd like to see it" and thomas immediately rolling up his sleeve

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captainlevisteacup · 4 years ago

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All Characters, the Nicknames MC has For Them, and the Events That Follow: A Wholly Unnecessary Thread

Warnings: None, unless you count demon boys being butthurt about being called out

Enjoy my stupidity!

Lucifer👿🖤🥀☕🍷

Luci

Pridey Pants

Gordon Ramsey of Life

Mom

Loosen-up Luci

Jesus's emo brother

*cough* Daddy *cough*

The results of these nicknames....they were not pretty. MC calls him Luci? He doesn't LOVE it. Does that small scary smile that MC knows (or should know) not to push.

Pridey pants...ohhh boy. MC says it at dinner....is absolutely terrified when he doesnt do anything. After dinner, follows MC into the hallway to dole out *ahem* punishment

Beel is the only one to understand the Gordon Ramsey one. Starts booming laughter

Mom. Oho. This is the second worst. Happened when MC asked Luci to pass them a steak knife. Ended up with the knife being thrown into the table, inches from MC's hand.

Ah. The worst one. Jesus's emo brother. He doesnt even know where to begin. The brothers AND Diavolo have to SPRINT away to keep from cackling like crazed lunatics. Simeon is the only one who openly laughs. Kitchen duty for 2 months. Absolutely worth it. Would do it again without hesitation.

Mammon💛💵💰💳

Mammory Gland

Finding Nemo Seagull (Mine! Mine!)

Crow

Tan Elsa

Greedo

General Greedous

"Ehhhhh? What's a mammary gland?"

*muffled Satan laughter*

Mc has to explain the crow one, because apparently it isnt common knowledge that crows love shiny things?

Tan Elsa. Levi was crying when this one slipped out of MC's mouth. All Mammon could do was be offended. After much, MUCH coaxing, reluctantly agreed to dance to "Let it Go" in a dress.

Levi💜🐍🎮🕹

Has a thing for degradation, so you can really only insult him with anime stuff

Levi Heichou (if you get this, we can be friends)

Leviathan the lonely

Snake man

Mermaid Boy

Snekky snek

Levia-hand

He could ignore all of them.....except for

LEVIA-HAND

I mean come on!

"MC did you really have to go there? That was really-"

"Below the belt?"

"UGH MCCCCC"

*distant suggestive Asmo noises*

Satan💚💢📚

Angry bean

Grumpy kitty

Nerd

Angry librarian

Blond, angsty James Charles

Fashion disaster

There isn't a single one of these that DOESNT make Satan want to break something.

Who is James Charles? Fashion disaster?! "I happen to dress very nicely, thank you very much"

"How am I a librarian? I just read, it's very different, honestly MC"

Refuses to even acknowledge "grumpy kitty"

Asmodeus😘💋❤💅

Asmo-dick-us

Ass-mo

Momo

Polly Pocket

The kinky one

*jokingly* slutttttt

He, surprisingly, doesn't mind any of them. He thinks it's really cute that MC has nicknames for him. He always encourages you to call him them more often, and even makes a bunch of them for MC. His favorite one is Momo, because:

"Its just so cuuuuuuute!"

Beel🥺🍔💪🏻

Sexy Vacuum man

The last Weasley

Snack Buddy

Hungry Bean

Un-beel-eavable

These all make the boy SO HAPPY

MC cares enough to make nicknames for him?

*happy Beel noises*

Wait. MC thinks he's sexy?😳

What's a Weasley?

He has a snack buddy?☺☺☺

Belphie🙁💭💤🛏

Sloth man

Sleepyhead

That bastard with a choking kink

Killer grip

The emo twin

Black Sheep

"I woke up like this" master

He wants to be mad. He really does. But there's a problem: he can't argue with ANY of them. Kinda makes him smile just a LITTLE

Is glad MC has forgiven him enough to actually JOKE about the choking incident.

Spends a lot of time trying to get someone to explain what "emo" means. Levi knows what it means, and refuses to tell him because he thinks its funnily accurate

Dia👑💮🔥

Double D Dia

Big Tiddy Divvy

King of the Boobs

Díablo

Milk man

Firehead

The rich, gay uncle

There isnt a single minute he doesn't find these hysterical. He thinks it's a charming human world custom, to give someone a nickname. He also thinks it shows how comfortable with him MC is.

His favorite is easily DD Dia. Mc noticed his body? *smirk* interesting

Why are so many of them boob related? MC does realize he is a male, right?

The rich, gay uncle. Diavolo has no words. Absolutely shook.

Lucifer overheard some of these...was appalled MC was harassing the PRINCE with their ridiculous nicknames.

He was about to go off on a terrified MC, when Diavolo stepped in laughing and told Lucifer....

"Calm down, Mom."

Mc nearly choked on their own suppressed laughter

Barbatos had to quickly usher them away so MC could openly laugh and therefore breathe

Barbatos 🧐👀🐀🕓

Barbie

Simply one hell of a butler

Sebas-chan

Time warp man

Chuck E Cheese

The cake maker

Understands every single reference, is actually surprisingly cool with it, as long as MC doesn't embarrass him with it.

Diavolo catches wind of what MC is calling Barbaties, eventually starts adopting the nicknames

The only one Barbatos doesn't like is "Chuck E Cheese", because he hates rats so so much. How dare they compare him to one of those disgusting creatures?

Simeon🌙🤍🌹🌈

Boomer

Dad joke central

Beautiful man

Sinful shoulders

Angel Dad

Sin-ammon Roll

Simeon can't decide between being flattered or appalled. He's not THAT old. Nor is he a father! Well, maybe more of a father figure in regards to Luke, but still! He doesn't tell THAT many dad jokes.. right?

Blushes intensely at Beautiful man and Sinammon roll. Wonders if MC really means that or is just teasing him.

Eventually he makes the stupid decision to ask Asmo....wrong move. Asmo ends up laying out all of Simeon's desires towards MC, the week following he can't even look MC in the face. MC has no clue what happened and starts to think it was their fault.

They confront Simeon about it after a while, and Simeon full on breaks and confesses to MC

Asmo takes full credit for this happening

Solomon😑🖤💫🧙🏻‍♂️

Shady Lady

The sus one

Kinky dude

Draco malfoy

Doesn't mind MC having insulting nicknames for him....he has them too. Starts swapping them with MC to see who can make the other laugh harder.

Sometimes, the brothers will sit in and listen while they exchange them, and they'll keep score and vote on who wins

Eventually, Diavolo and Simeon get involved

Barbatos caters these events

Luke😇👶🏼🌸🧁

Baby angel

Son

Woof

Puppy

Little doggo

The poor boy has no idea which one he hates more. Gets so flustered whenever MC calls him one of these that his whole face turns red

Simeon tells him its adorable every time without fail

This makes Luke even worse. All MC has to do is call Luke one of the names and its fair game for Luke hunting

The only one he actually...kind of...likes is Son. He likes the idea of MC as a parent figure.

Which leads him to realize: what if MC and Simeon got together! Then MC WOULD be his parent

Gets Solomon and Barbatos to help bring MC and Simeon together

They end up bombarding the two with an obnoxious Valentine's day-esque cake

Did it work?

#obey me #obey me headcanons #beel obey me #leviathanobeyme #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #simeon obey me #luke obey me #solomon obey me #diavolo headcanons #obey me lord diavolo #headcanons

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 4 years ago

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So a scenario (please please please feel free to ignore it if it's not your liking, no pressure on you, I really really appreciate your hardwork and I love your writing thank you so much for all of this amazing fanfics you keep bringing) where f! Mc urges Lucifer to take break from his relentless overworking but Luci refuses and says something harsh which he didn't mean, Mc get's extreamly upset and leaves the house to get fresh air but she got kidnapped which Luci didn't realise till 2-3 days because he put spells on his office door to keep away his brothers and MC's whinning but when he comes out he sees whole house on rampage Because mc was missing and they can't sense anything with pact Because it was fading and Everyone is extremely angry at Luci, Luci realises his mistake and finds his Mc almost half dead where before falling into coma Mc makes Luci realise how much they (his brothers & Mc) all need him to be physically with all of them and Mc ends up in Coma, end it with fluff (wake mc up) please I beg you 😖 I know you love angst but I don't think I can take more angst I cried whole night yesterday after reading your "A question of time", love you and please take care of yourself ~ 💜

House of Stone (Lucifer x GN!MC)

There you were, skipping into his office as you always did, the softest smile gracing your lips as you reached his desk, leaning over it to look at him, but he didn’t look at you. There was no time to play your games, there was no time for anything, not when Lord Diavolo had his desk constantly stacked with paperwork that needed to be completed. He didn’t mind doing it, not before you came along, but now there was the constant pressure of keeping you occupied and satisfied while also trying to complete the never ending work pile. His pride never allowed him to put you at the top of his list of priorities because as much as he cares about you, he needed his Lord's respect, and he owed it to him as well. “Lucifer, you should take a break. You’re working too much, and way too hard. We’re all worried about you.” Your voice broke through his thoughts and his head whipped up to look at you finally. His eyes narrowed, and he found it almost laughable that you’d try to have a say in how much or how little he worked. He scoffed at you, flicking his wrist to shoo you out of his office. “I don’t need your opinion, or your worry, Y/N. If you’d stay out of my office and let me concentrate, maybe I could actually get something done. You think you can do that?”

For once you didn’t put up an argument, you actually backed away from his desk and left his office quietly. He knew that what he had said was out of line, but as always, his pride kept him from going after you to apologize, well, it kept him from apologizing at all. You meant well, but he also had to finish his work, and it’s not like what he said wasn’t entirely true. If everyone would just leave him be for a little longer he could finish what he had to get done and maybe he could actually get some rest, which is what everyone was apparently worried about. The door was quickly put under a spell, no one would come in and no one would get out, and by no one, it meant him. He wouldn’t allow himself to leave until every single sheet of paper on his desk was read and signed off, no matter how time consuming or exhausting it was, he would get it done. Along with what was basically a locking spell, he also soundproofed the room, the only noises he could hear was his own breathing and the sound of pen against paper as he scribbled his name at the bottom of each paper. What he hadn’t heard was the sound of the front door slamming shut and all his brothers begging and pleading for you not to leave, and then the sound of their fists pounding against the door to his office as they tried to tell him that you had left.

How much time had passed since he had snapped at you, since that spell had been placed on the door? He’s not sure, and if it wasn’t for the coffee pot that he had set up in his office, he would have figured out sooner, but the fact that he was able to survive somehow on solely coffee and stale bread while he was working made it quite easy to lose track of the days and how many had passed by. The work on his desk was finally done though, and he could finally leave his office, and he was hoping that the home that he had left to the care of you and his brothers was still standing outside of his office. Long legs and arms stretched out in front of him as he finally pushed his chair away from the desk, gathering up all the papers and preparing them to be taken to Lord Diavolo. “Then I’ll see how Y/N is doing…” He told himself, because deep down, he knew that he had been too harsh. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you or his brothers to worry about him, it felt nice to have people actually care about him for once. His brothers usually cared about themselves, well, most of them did, and you, well… you always cared about him, although he didn’t know why.

As he took the spell off the door, that’s when he first heard it. The commotion of his brothers outside of his office, although they weren’t right outside the door, they were speaking loud enough for him to tell they weren’t all in their own separate rooms, which was strange. His first thought was that someone had unintentionally burned the kitchen down, or maybe they had made a hole in the wall while fake wrestling, and he was entirely prepared to brush it off until he got an adequate amount of sleep, but then he opened the door and saw all of his brothers rushing around the halls, their phones in their hands as they fervently typed out messages, others had their phones up to their ears, growling loudly when they clearly didn’t get an answer. “What is going on?” Every head in the room turned to look at him, all of their eyes were shooting daggers in his directions, and for once, he was the one who didn’t have a clue of what was happening or why everyone seemed so irritated.

“Y/N is gone!” “I don’t know what happened!” “-Just walked out the door, looked like they were crying!” “-Not answering their phone!” “I don’t feel it anymore…” “-Like the connection is fading.” All of his brothers were speaking over each other, but all of their words were directed at him. You had walked out, you had left the house, and he felt this strange sense, a pang of guilt mixed with worry. He was worried about you, as were all of his brothers as well. It looked like none of them had gotten a wink of sleep, not even Belphegor who looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open just to glare at him. “Will you all be quiet!? Mammon… tell me what’s going on!” All of the tiredness he had felt before had quickly vanished as soon as he heard that you weren’t there, and now the only thing that he wanted to do was make sure you were okay, to get you back home safe. Mammon would know what was going on better than any of his brothers because other than himself, Mammon was the one who kept a close eye on you, he was the one who made sure you stayed out of trouble.

“After leavin’ yer office… Y/N just walked straight out the door. We tried callin’ for them, but they weren’t listenin’. We tried callin their phone too, and textin’, but they ain’t pickin’ up. Now… we can’t feel ‘em anymore… like the pact is fadin’ or something.” It was like everybody in the room froze, because that “or something” wasn’t good, the pact fading wasn’t good. Although he himself hadn’t made a pact with you, he knew that his brothers weren’t lying, because he didn’t need a pact with you to feel a connection, and now that he was out of his spellbound office, he could feel that something was fading, he just didn’t know for sure what it was until his brothers verified it for him.

How long had he actually been locked up in his office? How had he allowed something like this to happen? He knew this was his fault entirely. If he would have just gotten up, satisfied you just enough to make you feel better, pretend that he was getting some sleep… anything but scolding you for caring… this wouldn’t be happening. But then again, his pride won’t ever allow him to admit that he was in the wrong. This was somehow his brother's faults for not stopping you, for not going after you. Why hadn’t they tried to stop you, why didn’t they follow you? They knew well enough that it wasn’t safe for you outside of the house, that you shouldn’t be roaming around the streets of the Devildom by yourself, but they let you go. Maybe this was more of his brother's faults than he thought, but he didn’t have time to argue with them.

“We have to find them. Mammon, Asmo, and Levi, you take the upper side of town, Beel, Belphie and Satan, you take the lower side, I’ll stay in the middle and look around. If any of you find them, you call me immediately and tell me exactly where you are. Now go.” He’s hoping that you hadn’t gone far, that nothing terribly bad has happened to you, although their words of the connection with you fading has him beyond worried, and he’s almost terrified of what he or his brothers will find if they do find you. There’s only one reason why pacts would fade, and that’s a reason that he doesn’t want to dwell on too long. If he starts believing that you’re dead already, he’ll give up, his brothers will give up, and that’s something they can’t risk. As long as there’s some type of feeling… no matter how faint, it means that you’re still alive. You’re somewhere, and they’ll find you, and hopefully it won’t be too late.

The groups dispersed and Lucifer went out on his own, searching everywhere and anywhere for you. Places he never would have stepped foot in, he was right there. He was on edge, and every second that passed just set him further into a panic. “Where…?” Where could you possibly be? None of the brothers had texted him, so they clearly hadn’t found you either, and he was starting to feel hopeless, like he would never find you, and if he or they ever did, you surely wouldn’t be breathing. His brain was fogged with worry, and he couldn’t even begin to think of where you could have ended up, or what could have happened to you. At this point, he was walking through the streets in a daze, he wasn’t even watching where he was going, and that’s when he ended up in a back alley that was almost too dark to navigate. It led to a dead end though, and just as he was about to turn around and walk back out onto the street something caught his eye. A single shoe sticking out from behind a pile of rubbish, and he felt the bile rise in his throat as his blood began to boil. He knew without a doubt that it was you, he knew those shoes, and he knew they were yours, and he immediately ran over, pulling your body up off the ground. “Y/N…”

He could barely hold himself up on his own two feet anymore, just the sight of you like that had made him weak, and he was seeing red. If he hadn’t known any better, upon first look he would have thought that you were dead, but your heart was still beating, although feably. “Just… hold on a little longer… Okay?” Did you even hear him? Your entire body was limp, and even though he knew there was still some life in you, it was fading fast, and you already appeared lifeless, and you weren’t responding to him at all. He had hoped for the best, but no amount of preparing could have gotten him ready for this.

There was no time to rush to the castle, and until he knew just who exactly had done this to you, he didn’t trust anyone in the Devildom except Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he zapped you and himself to the castle, standing in the entryway, and he didn’t even know what to do, and he couldn’t find his voice to call out for the butler, so he was more than grateful when the demon walked around the corner and kind of froze when he saw him standing there with you.

He wasn’t the type that asked for help, but in this instance, there was nothing else he could do, and even though he couldn’t voice the word, he was pleading to Barbatos with his eyes to do something, anything to fix you, to make you better. “Right.” Was all the butler said as he rushed over to grab you from his arms, but he wouldn’t allow it. Wherever Barbatos planned on taking you, he would go to. All he needed was for the butler to lead the way, and he would follow. The last thing he wanted was to be away from you again.

Hours, days, weeks passed by, and he never left your bedside. You had been laid up in one of the guest bedrooms of the castle, it had been turned into a makeshift hospital room, the slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor had been the only sign to him and his brothers that you were still alive. Other than that, you were lifeless, a shell of the person that you used to be. “Lucifer, it’s alright if you go back home. Y/N will be fine here, and you’re just making this harder on yourself sitting there and staring at them.” Diavolo’s voice sounded from the doorway of the room, and for once, Lucifer disagreed with him. He deserved all the pain that came along with seeing you like this because it was his fault that you ended up like this in the first place.

“I’m staying here until they wake up. It’s the least I can do.” You were always there for him and he had shooed you away, he had pushed you away, and this is how you ended up because of that. He’ll sit by your bed for another week, for another month, he doesn’t care how long it takes, because when you do wake up he wants to be the one you see first. “Lucifer, I understand… but your brothers need you back at the house. They’re just as upset about this as you are.” As if he didn’t already know that. They weren’t just upset about what happened to you, they were upset with him, as they should be, because he was the reason behind it. That wasn’t the thing that was keeping him from going back though, it was you. You were keeping him from leaving, because he refuses to go back to the house when you’re not there, because as much as his brothers and you need him, he needs you and his brothers just as much.

“Lucifer…” He had fallen asleep, and it happened so scarcely that once his eyes shut, he found it difficult to open them again even if he did feel fully rested… but that voice… it wasn’t Diavolo’s, it wasn’t his brothers, it was weak… soft, almost a whisper. It was you. He sat up straight, his eyes shooting open to look at you, and a sigh of relief escaped him when he realized that it wasn’t just a dream, that he hadn’t heard your voice calling his name in his head. You were awake, and you were saying his name, and Father, it sounded so sweet. “Y/N… I’m…” How does he say he’s sorry? Would you even accept it if he did? Why would you? Why should you? He didn’t expect you to, but he still felt the need to say it. To push his pride aside for once and actually own up to his mistake, because this was the biggest mistake he had ever made.

“I know you’re sorry…” You had said it for him, before him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed you to hear it from his own voice, because this past month as he sat beside your bed wondering if you’d ever wake up again, he realized that he doesn’t just need you, and he doesn’t just care about you. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean what I said… and I hope that you can forgive me.” Because he loves you, and he never wants to go through the fear of losing you again. He needs you more than you’ll ever need him, and although his pride would never allow him to say it out loud, it’s the truth, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me! shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me Lucifer x mc #obey me Lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride

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This idea just hit me like a train. How would twst boys react to WAP from Cardi B?? 😂😂😂

I'm trying to ignore the fact that I might've never discovered WAP without this request...🗿

Warning(s): What should I even tag as the warning idkk ckcjxjsjsjdjdjck- Mentions of WAP's lyrics, mentions of nsfw, Warning for Idia's part bc I think it went a bit too far-

Riddle Rosehearts

Heard of this song named WAP being trending between students -> Searched it up -> Riddle:... Riddle: *Turns off his phone*

Bans WAP from the whole Heartslabyul afterwards, and every student found listening to it will have to face Riddle's: "NOOOOOOO- NO WAP IN THIS HOUSEHOLD - GO TO HORNY JAIL OFF WITH YOUR HEADS YOU UNWORTHY CREATURES- "

Trey Clover

Searches: "What does WAP mean?" before wards and after reading the search results he decides that he doesn't really need to listen to the song itself anymore.

He just clears his browsing history and returns to baking cakes. Nothing has happened, he knows nothing.

Cater Diamond

He is the guy making those "Night raven college react to WAP!!" videos on magicam. His reaction videos get over 100k views and people from all over the Twisted Wonderland start following this dork for them.

Who cares about the WAP itself? As long as he can gain followers over these videos he doesn't care how the song is supposed to be.

But at last Riddle discovers his videos by finding other dorms' students laughing over them and forces him to take them down💀 Man, Riddle really did ruin his once-in-a-life time chance for becoming popular.

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade

Riddle has banned WAP Heartslabyul so they're going to illegally listen to it. It was Ace's fault though, Deuce is innocent.

Ace searchs up the music video, Deuce just sees the thumbnail and tells Ace that he doesn't think that this is going to be a good idea but Ace cuts him off by asking him not to be such a chicken-

Though they had to stop because Deuce was all shaky and embarrassed after just 20 seconds :"Stop this-STOP THIS- I CAN'T DO THIS- WE'RE STILL TOO YOUNG" and Ace had to stop to shut Deuce because they could've gotten caught at any second because of his unholy screams.

[a few minutes later...]

Deuce: It was saying DOORS in this house

Ace: Bruh what the- we both know it was saying Wh*res.

Deuce: Y-you dirty minded bastard!! It was clearly saying doors in this house!

Ace: Why the hell would they say doors in this house!??? It was wh*res!

Deuce: Doors!

Ace: WH*RES

Deuce: DOORS

Ace: WH*RES

Deuce: DOOOOORRRSSSSSSSSS

Leona Kingscholar

See he might be a jerk but he hasn't yet gotten to the level of appreciating this way of presenting women in songs-

He's just going to pretend that WAP doesn't exist,but most of the Savanaclaw on the other hand are going wild because with WAP, now he can't even take a peaceful nap without WAP being looped in his brain.

Ruggie Bucchi

WAP isn't beyond his power, he's handled stronger songs.✨ He'd regularly rap WAP in public when he's feeling like it.

Now he goes around to recommend WAP to naïve students and taint their virginity by making them listen to WAP without knowing what it is-

Jack Howl

Catches Ace and Deuce listening to WAP and ends up listening to it because of them. He doesn't knpw what to say...

He isn't mad, just disappointed. Disappointed parent noises. Out of all these students, why should he best buddies which these two?

Time to drag Ace and Deuce to a corner and give them a long speech on why young men their age need to be focusing on mastering skills and achieving success through these golden years instead of violating rules and tainting their pure minds.

"Trappola-kun, Spade-kun, you've greatly disappointed me. You need to be more mindful of your actions as fellow freshmen of night raven college. Is this how the future's great magicians are going to be? How do you think your parents would feel about this new habit of yours? Have you thought of how despicable women are being presented through such songs? Are you going to support such a taboo message toward ladies?"

And Ace and Deuce end up having to listen to him and think of their bad actions for the rest of the day...

Azul Ashengrotto

[Before listening to WAP]: He hears of this WAP song being super trending between students. What might it secret be? What kind of magic would make a simple song so hecking popular? He has to find out.

Azul thinks that by learning WAP's ways, he might be able to produce songs that are even better for mostrolounge and even start his very own music company! But before that he needs to listen to wap itself...

[After listening to WAP]: ...He discovers what kind of magic is making it so popular, but decides that it'd be better for him take a step back from the world of music for now. Yes, he's traumatized

Floyd Leech

"Hey hey koooeeebiii chaaannnn have you seen my new dance~?" ah yes, he's got the WAP dance and he's proud of it. These are the time when he's genuinely thankful for getting to have human legs.

But the WAP dance isn't his only target, he realizes that Jamil doesn't seem to want Kalim to know anything about WAP, but thankfully, Floyd is going to be kind enough to bless the young Kalim with his wealthy knowledge on WAP. ✨

Jade Leech

"My...my...that was savage," Jade is amazed, it's quite wonderful how these fragile creatures can go from Micheal Jackson's smooth criminal to WAP in a matter of years.

He's still having trouble keeping up with latest human trends and popular songs but, he's slowly liking humans a lot more than before. These creatures have already reached the level to make put p*rn in music, impressive.

Kalim Al Asim

He hears students whispering about an epic song named WAP during the classes, and of course he'd be intrigued!

He looks up the song but Jamil has already blocked his access to any sources that he might find WAP in, yet Floyd was kind enough to lend Kalim his phone to let him listen to this masterpiece. Later on, Floyd tells him about the WAP dance and bam, Kalim is addicted.

"Everyone watch me! I've got the WAP!"

Poor Jamil doesn't know which is worse, having Kalim signing it loudly in the dorm or watching him showing off his skills in that WAP dance in public. It's time for Jamil to go on a long, long trip and never come back until Kalim graduates from this school.

Jamil Viper

Listens to WAP once, is going to spend the rest of his life pretending that he has never heard or watched it. The most ironic part about it is how he watches the music video instead of just listening to the song and...the snakes. Good lord the snakes- He isn't sure if he likes snakes anymore.

The snakes part seriously traumatizes him but not like Kalim does when he asks Jamil to learn him the WAP dance. And heck no Jamil isn't going to learn him how to dance like a wh*re. At this point, he decides to deny WAP's whole existence.

Kalim: At least tell me what a WAP is!

Jamil:

Jamil: Worship and prayer.

Vil Schoenheit

Hasn't listened to WAP and refuses to do so. He's got standards.

Rook Hunt

"Bravo!!! These Mademoiselles have taken the art of music to a whole nother level! Beaute! 100 points! 💯" (...what else did you expect him to say?)

Just as always, no one can really tell if Rook really liked it or not but from the way he acts he seems to be... intrigued. Apparently WAP starts to get too famous in school and Rook would always be the first one to find out if a student is secretly listening to WAP in public, so he doesn't mind popping up and reminding the students not to listen to such a potentially stimulating song so carelessly: "Monsieur (x), it's adorable to see you appreciating such a glorious piece of art in this lovely day, but I don't think that all of these students staring at us right now are yet prepared for such a beauty,"

Epel Felmier

He just asked Ace for some music that'll make him sound more badass and Ace gave him the WAP:

Epel listening to WAP be like:😳😶😨😕😭

His face is redder than a tomato after the first 30 seconds of WAP, but Ace tells him that he'd be the bravest human being ever if he takes the urge to listen to this in front of teachers.

Tries to dance to WAP and make a video with it to upload on magicam, but Vil catches him in the middle of process.💀💀💀 The video turned out pretty good though. It looks just like a mother (Ehm- Vil) getting into her child's room (Epel-) and finding them doing some crazy shit.

Idia Shroud

He's the silent and seemingly shy dude who's listening to WAP in the highest volume under those head phones during classes.

Divus Crewel: CaF2(s) + Br2(ℓ) → CaBr2(s) + F2(g)...

Inside Idia's headphones: " ~ Wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~"

Bonus: He once forgets to connect his headphones to his tablet before playing WAP:

[Wap is being played at max volume inside Trein's class]

Idia: *Thinks that the sound is coming from his head phones*

The classroom: "Beat it up, n*gga, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this p**sy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card"

Trein: 😳

Students: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Crowley about to jump down: 🤭

Idia still not realizing what the hell is going on: 'Lucy lucy baby~ hihihi- wait- why they all staring at me now...? Did they hear me internally flirt with Lucius?'

No need to say what happened to Idia after this...

Ortho Shroud

No WAP for him. You may find him reacting to "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands" if you're interested.🗿

Malleus Draconia

Thank goodness he just finds the censored version of WAP... Listens to the whole song, but doesn't understand most of the lyrics. The "Put this cookie right in your face" part confuses him the most, he doesn't get it. Why would you put a cookie in your face? Is this something humans usually to do with their desserts? Like, would they put ice cream in their faces too?

Virgin dragon keeps on asking people, including Lilia, to tell him what it means to put a cookie in one's face, yet no one seems to give him any proper answers ):

Perhaps human music just isn't his thing, he's getting back to sad violin noises which he listens to when he isn't invited.

Lilia Vanrouge

WAP go brrrrrrr. Our sassy grandpa is legit in love with this piece of gold and all of the humans for achieving such a glory. The beat is superb and the lyrics are: Delicious, motivational and creatively written.

Even better, WAP has an unofficial but smexy dance too. Old man Lilia is never too old for performing a sexy physically challenging dance.

You can now hear savage rock sounds combined with WAP playing in the background coming from his room when he's vibing in the afternoon.

(I can totally see him wearing a neko maiden costume while dancing to WAP and you can't tell me otherwise)

Silver

Finds WAP in papa Lilia's playlist...

Silver:

Sebek Zigvolt

Sweet mother of love Sebek feels like listening to WAP has taken his virginity away-

He is a good boy, no, he once was a good boy. He's no longer the worthy man he used to be now that this unholy song has tainted his soul.

Legit feels guilty and and sinful after WAP, so you can find him praying for forgiveness to that Malleus portrait in his room every night.

"Oh young master forgive my thoughtless deeds, I beg for your mercy upon me now that I've sinned..."

Dire Crowley

Not saying that a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing, but a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing- Everyone bow down to the Headmaster, the most gracious of them all 😩😩😩👌🏻

Please, don't blame him. Birby is under too much of pressure after the very recent overblot cases and he needs a way to let go of the stress😔😔😔

Sam

Is illegally selling copies of the WAP because most of the dorms had blocked access to this song for the students...

"Helloooooo little demons I've got the WAP! In stuck now-"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #Jamil Viper #kalim al asim #Azul Ashengrotto #jade leech #Floyd Leech #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #Deuce spade #rook hunt #Dire Crowley

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