#but for someone who was so afraid of being a monster he sure was extremely human

[alicerosejensen]

Heyyyy hope you’re doing well!!

Please can you imagine Leon (re6) loosing his shit because they kidnapped his girlfriend and he’s like trying everything to get her back? Imagine him crying as soon as he gets to hug her again!😭

I'm fine as long as I have a laptop connected to the internet and food)

In fact, this is one of my favorite plot tropes, when someone is kidnapped, and the main character is ready to burn the whole world to the ground, but to find an expensive person.

Leon, despite his moral principles, I think he could have made many sacrifices. In particular, he would definitely lose his temper if he grabbed onto any thread to find his beloved. At least he didn't stand on ceremony with Patrizio.

Thus, there will be little left of the scoundrel who kidnapped his girlfriend.

Something constantly happens to the poor girl of Leon (either she runs away from him, or she is stolen from him). Sorry, I just love their relationship and Leon, who is ready to kill for his loved ones :D

I still know shit English, but enjoy it if you're interested.

Please read with extreme caution! There are mentions of physical violence, kidnapping and a maniac!Yandere

Leon is a little paranoid when it comes to protecting his loved ones, so most likely he will insert some tracking device into your phone or earrings to be sure that his beloved is safe.

He tries not to violate personal boundaries, but understands that his beloved is in potential danger in relation to him. Therefore, you are under additional invisible protection.

All you need to know is that Leon is not abusing his position as a federal agent. There is no surveillance on you, it's just that if something happens, he wants to have time to prevent it before the irreparable happens (or he goes on a binge again).

His heart sinks at the thought that he may lose you for some reason. Any encroachment into your personal space by outsiders who create discomfort for you make Leon enter the defender mode (aggressive if necessary). You should be safe.

Since Leon is known to a minimum of people about Leon's love interest, the risk is minimal that you will be harmed. At least Leon considered the threat from various corporations and bioterrorists. He didn't even think about the fact that there is some bastard stealing your things.

It was some little things: pencils, hair bands, a pocket mirror, lip gloss. Yes, you said something to him about it, but maybe you just dropped them out of your backpack?

He was calm exactly until you became too nervous. It seemed that you were afraid of something and called him a couple of times with a request to meet on the way home. Leon is not one of those who will refuse, but your behavior worries him.

And when you were walking home, Leon felt your painful grip on his arm.

His main priority is your well-being. "So tell me, pretty girl, what's going on with you?" Don't think I haven't noticed this nervousness.

He will be wary when he hears that someone is following you and dragging your things. Of course you could have lost them yourself, but the chiffon scarf that Leon gave you was the last straw. In addition, you showed him the abnormal love notes that someone constantly threw into your purse.

Outwardly, it did not affect him in any way, but the stingy "I'll deal with it" means a lot. The anxiety level has increased and Leon is worried that some kind of psycho might hurt you.

He often calls and asks if everything is in order and when you need to be picked up from college. However, when you don't answer the phone, everything dies inside him.

The moment he realizes that you have been taken away, a monster wakes up in him, which can bring down hell on your abductor.

His emotional state constantly fluctuates from constant fear for your lives bordering on panic to Ustanak whose task is to find you and finish off the son of a bitch who dared to take you away from him.

"No god will help this son of a bitch when I find him."

It's sad that you lost your phone on the day of the abduction and did not put on earrings. But a nice little bracelet will save you.

are a fucking goddess.

When you wake up, of course, you will be scared. However, you will try to intimidate the criminal by saying that he is so obsessed with you in vain. "Seriously, my boyfriend will come after me and gut you" You don't think Leon will kill anyone at all, so maybe your words don't sound too confident when the kidnapper's hand is stroking your head.

Do you panic when a fucking psycho says it's some kind of date? No one here hears your screams, you can't run away because you're handcuffed. You can't even go to the toilet on your own only under his control, and this causes you a deep psychological trauma. He brings you a fucking lilac, weaving thin twigs into your hair.

"Why me?" - This is the only question that is spinning in your head when you are hysterically pulling out purple flowers, throwing them away from you. - "Am I going to die here?"

You literally go crazy from the smell of dampness and lilac. Constantly shout Leon's name as if he can hear you and immediately breaking into a loud cry, banging on the walls and the locked door.

You're clearly getting claustrophobic.

While you're suffering, Leon is trying to track the fucking signal on one of your trinkets, but he's afraid that you left that day without any jewelry at all.

Claire is definitely one of those people who can talk some sense into Leon while he's looking for you. Considering that the bug gives a bad signal (or maybe your bracelet was damaged due to the fact that you constantly pull it from nerves) from the basement and your location is difficult to track, Leon has already yelled at Chris

You feel like a frog in formalin or even some kind of toy when your abductor brings you clean clothes, which you throw back to him. It's risky to make him angry like that and you really regret it when brute force is used to force you to change clothes.

Yes, then they "take care" of you, but you are already a cornered mouse. The purple marks on your skin and the marks from the handcuffs are now a reminder of who is in charge here.

And you hate that bastard more and more. Unfortunately, you have absolutely nothing to even hit him with. The food that he brings you in plastic dishes, as well as cutlery. You try not to eat, fearing that he might have mixed something in there, but you are forced by force.

It's been three days, and Leon hasn't found you. You feel like you're starting to go crazy until you hear a muffled noise from somewhere above.

All your belongings (including the bracelet) were seized and probably thrown away, leaving you in one long T-shirt, the smell that causes you to have a gag reflex. You literally have nothing on but this rag and underpants

All your belongings (including the bracelet) were seized and probably thrown away, leaving you in one long T-shirt, the smell that causes you to have a gag reflex. You literally have nothing on but this rag and underpants

Has anyone ever told you that you are not the luckiest person?

You tried to attack from behind when they stopped stroking you. It was risky and you failed because the kidnapper reacted before you swung to strike.

You were very painfully punished, left lying on the damp floor in a terrible state, all in tears and without an evening meal.

It's been four terrible days in your life. All because you fiddled with your bracelet too much, which turned out to be thrown away quite far from the place where you were, forcing Leon to go on a false trail.

You felt terrible. It didn't take long to break you. You no longer hoped to see daylight or your loved ones, so you crawled into the farthest corner curled up in a ball and cried.

Having lost track of time due to another fit of hysteria, you did not want to pay attention to the opening door and hurried steps in your direction.

Preferring not to pay attention to your enemy, you became even more hysterical when he tried to turn you around to face him, affectionately calling you "angel".

That's what infuriated you. But when you opened your eyes in another attempt to attack, you froze in disbelief at your own eyes. Have you already gone crazy in this place? So fast, or was Leon really in front of you?

His light blue eyes were dark. Not as bright as usual, but maybe it's because of the lighting… Strong hands carefully examined your body for the number of bruises.

You looked away in the direction of the open door - your freedom, but you felt Leon's fingers gently tracing over your split lips.

You've never seen such quiet hatred before. You were shivering from the cold, feeling that tears were still flowing down your cheeks, and tried to snuggle up to Leon in search of protection and warmth.

But Leon himself pressed you to him, slightly lifting up his T-shirt, checking for underwear. You flinched, and then you heard a single question when you grabbed his back with both hands, pressing your head against his chest.

"That son of a bitch…" - Leon gritted his teeth, still looking at your stolen things on the floor. - "I'll kill him"

The fuse clicked.

Leon took off his jacket, putting it on you (with great difficulty, because you did not want to interrupt close contact with him), and then easily picked up in his arms, like a small child, carrying out of this basement. You closed your eyes just to not see anything else. Leon's scent worked better than any strong sedative, and you wanted him not to let you go anymore.

So small. Defenseless. Bruised all over. He will kiss you on the temple, looking at the sprawled bastard with such a look that it will be clear how it will end. Leon will hand you over to Claire, despite your growing hysteria over the loss of hugs, and do what he has planned.

It's going to be pretty bloody. He expressed some regret about Patricio, but Leon will never forgive someone who hurt you, leaving a scar on your soul. So he'll empty the whole clip on him.

Because of this, he will have some problems, but you are the priority. You will undergo a full examination at the hospital, where Leon will be reassured (partially) that your violence ended with beatings. In general, there are no physical injuries, but both Leon and Claire understand what condition you will be in.

He will take care of you. Try to do everything so that you don't remember that four-day nightmare. He will find a good therapist, but if your brain decided to erase these memories on its own, a kind of protective reaction to stress, then it will even calm him down.

Leon understands the reason for your detached behavior. He is glad that you are not afraid to let him near you, thereby subconsciously making him your shield. he's ready to be one before you start trusting people again.

No one heard it, but Leon was really crying quietly when it was over. You were sleeping after taking a sedative dose, and he was sitting in the bathtub thinking only that he could not save you faster.

He won't touch you once again for fear of triggering some kind of trigger, but in your head it is Leon the hero savior. Therefore, if you are looking for protection in him, then it's even good, because this is how he hopes to redeem himself before you.

In the end, you are faced with dissociative amnesia. You realize that something terrible has happened, but you have a lapse in memory. Leon will be the one who will start distracting you from your memories by persuading you not to remember. He really considers it a gift of fate and will go out of his way so that you don't touch this moment of life at all, leaving him behind a black curtain.

And yet one day he burst into tears clutching to his chest. While you sleep next to him feeling completely safe, Leon will need to hug you tightly and come up with better ways to protect you. He feels guilty that he did not save you and this feeling of guilt will gnaw at him for a long time.

"I'm sorry… sweetheart, I'm so sorry… - what you hear in your sleep. - "Never again…no one will hurt you. Never."You don't remember a damn thing, but you're scared because Leon is crying kissing the top of your head.

He won't let anyone else take you away.

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

(now that I've read the books and know the entire canon, let's see how it changes things or don't)

Season 1 episode 1 [In Throes of Increasing Wonder...] - part 1/2

- oh man, Daniel looks so old and tired and resigned at the very beginning. Comparing him with the Danny boy of season 2 who's so fired up and sassy... He's an adrenaline junkie.

- [Daniel] "I told my editor I was meeting with the most dangerous man in the world. Gave him two choices: Bezos. Putin." - moment of silence for 2022. It was shit but we didn't realise that it could get even worse.

- [Louis] "You've grown old, Daniel" - oi, manners, Louis! Where are your manners.

- [Louis] "I wasn't sure you'd remember me" - funny. Because none of you remembers shit actually. Memory as the core theme of the whole ride. Memory and subjective narrative. From the very first line.

- Oh maaaaaan, Armand lurking in the background from the very first scene. Armand babe, I've grown to be fond of your psychopathic tendencies, but this is seriously creepy, dude.

Also. Also. The way he's keeping such a tight leash on Louis. The surveillance. The eyes recording.

- [Daniel] "'That's the sun out there. Where's your coffin?' [Louis] 'You're standing in it'" - first of all, departure from canon lore, the sun doesn't make vampires slip into the death sleep automatically. They can resist it no matter their age. Secondly, morbid, Louis dear. Very morbid.

- Oooh, Armand letting the sun come in and staying sitting right next to the beam. Taking roleplay to the extreme. And Louis showing off his self-destructive tendencies. Amazing how we're having all the elements (most of the elements) already.

- [Louis] "Truth and reconciliation" - 123 dead, 84 injuries, a whole city levelled up. Nobody's ready. Let's get into it.

- Oooh, Armand coming into play. "No third party" - why, afraid you'll slip even easier? And then full on roleplay, Louis giving orders, and the blast of patronising aimed at "the boy". Brilliant writing. So very subtle when you don't know where to look, so in your face and crucial when you're in the know. Delightful.

- Interview date: June 14th 2022. Start of Louis' story: 1910, fall. Canon change. De Pointe du Lac's lineage: Creole. Canon change. Although I feel like the collapsing of timeline takes away some of the weight of the unholy family's life (not even 40 years versus 70 years in the books), I greatly like the change of personal history. So much richer.

- Can we take a moment to appreciate, nay, worship, Jacob Anderson's vocal skills? The change from his unaccented Dubai English to the Creole New Orleans English drawling... I am in absolute awe.

- [Louis] "Go on home, else I bleed you like a cochon, bruv"

Oh hello Lestat. Welcome to the narrative.

Paul needs to retreat to some monastery. 'Get thee to a nunnery'.

- [Priest] "I haven't seen you in confession in a while, Louis" and then that little scoff - oh, hello there, religious trauma. How much are you going to poison the narrative? Entirely? Well, carry on then.

- [Louis] "My business and my raised religion were at odds, and the, uh... ha, latencies within me, well, I beat those back with a lie I told myself about myself - that I was a red-blooded son of the South, seeking ass before absolution." - first of all, the fuck does that mean, Lou. Secondly, can someone get him to therapy.

- Delightful social commentary on segregated Southern states at the beginning of the 20th century, but I'm being told in my earpiece that a certain blond demigod (or monster, depending on the perspective) is about to make his entrance, so let's drop the sociology for now.

- [Lestat] "Seul l'impossible peut faire l'impossible" (only the impossible can do the impossible) - okay Lestat, ominous and nonsensical, lovin' it. A+ for the French accent, Sam, by the way.

- Never mind, Lestat's continuing the social commentary for me, thanks boo. "I mean that as a compliment, a man of your race to have privileges here". Ouch. Great first introduction there.

- [Lestat] "You're the man who made me buy a townhouse in the Quarter" - wooow there, wow! Slow your rolls, Ariel, you haven't even met the guy properly! Maybe take him on a date before making commitments like that?

- [Louis] "I know sometimes, men of my race, we all look alike to you people, but I ain't been selling you no townhouse" - *wheeze* yeah that's my boy.

- [Lestat] "I disembarked for the music, but then, there was the food" - yeah, I think they're called people?

- [Louis] "I wanted to take the end of my cane and slit his throat with it." - CAN I GET A WARNING before y'all gonna foreshadow like that?? Damn. Can't escape fate, or something like that, I guess.

- Hello and welcome to 'oh no I am more turned on than I have ever been in my whole life' : [Louis] "I couldn't move. My body was seized with weakness. His gaze tied a string around my lungs, and I found myself immobilized." Or maybe it's survival instinct telling homeboy "danger! Dangeeeeeer!".

- Lestat playing Mind games on Louis while he can still.

- Excuse me, the exchange between Lestat, Miss Lily and Louis is fucking hilarious, I'm wheezing: [Lestat] "Only it turns out the saint is not a city but a handsome man with a most agreeable disposition." - agreeable what, the only phrases y'all have been exchanging are a commentary on racism, and then you went on to start fucking with his mind. Lestat, stop being impulsive or draw 25. [Miss Lily] "You're his destiny, Louis." - you know, talk about destiny outloud too often, the universe hears and plays a trick.

- [Louis] "Emasculation and admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man, and I wanted to be the man." - and you wanted the man. Don't forget the third part of the rhyme.

- Lestat already using the Fire Gift. Canon change. Well, in book canon he's still under 30 human age when he meets Louis and Fire Gift only develops later in vampiric age. But here he's already a bit more than a century old. Logical change.

- [Lestat] "We both wanted the last bouquet of lillies" - *wheeze* You fucker.

- That poker scene is another social commentary with thinly veiled - or like actually not even that veiled - racism. Oh, and Lestat's here to continue the criticism. And play mind games. Though, hey, freezing time. Another vampiric power that usually appears late. Absolutely adore that Louis just rolls with the fuckery and switches his cards. 'Dude's stopping time in front of me and talking in my head? Whatever, cards await nothing'. Love a guy who's decided that everything goes and he ain't gonna press too much for the answers. Now if only he'd press a little bit more, but hey, no story if he does.

- [Louis] "Let the tale seduce you. Just as I was seduced." - you know what, as someone who just read 12 or 13 books in the span of three weeks because they couldn't stop, I'm right here with Louis. Let yourself be hypnotised. You'll lose sleep and attention span and the ability to care about anything else but these whiny blood suckers, but hey, totally worth it. If you survive till the end.

- [Louis] "Money would arrive, wired from France" - another departure from book canon, where Lestat lives off of Louis. Then again, book!Lestat is barely 30, mustn't have had time to set his network of attorneys, while show!Lestat already has a century of existence. Which brings me to a point that I haven't raised before, but what was Lestat doing between leaving Paris at the time of the Révolution (if memory serves) and arriving in New Orleans in 1910? Having tea with Marius? Sleeping beneath the sand? That's a full ass century Rolin Jones and Cie have to explain, here.

- Louis' conversation with his sister. [Louis] "'He ain't white, he French' [Grace] 'Oh, that a different kind of white? French white?'" - listen sis, as a half white French half brown Moroccan, yeah, trust me, white French's pernicious. [Louis] "Paul crawled into my bed last night" - who wanna bet Paul's talking to our book canon friends the spirits? And these ain't good spirits either. Ah, but Louis loves his family. Ready for the grief? No? Me either.

- [Lestat] "My mother, she gave me every advantage in life" - Gabriiiiiiellllllle. Cannot wait to see her in s3.

- Someone needs to shut Paul up. "the birds asked me to ask you" - okay Paul. Sure.

Wait, "Monsieur Freniere", ain't that the other plantation guy Louis wants to protect and becomes obsessed with his sister, Babette? Or am I already mixing up my canon.

- Oh hello, Lestat's backstory in the monastery, plus Sam Reid showing off for the first time his acting. Or should I say, his possession. An award for Sam. All the awards for Sam.

- [Louis] "Don't everybody need to know what I do" - preach, bro.

- [Louis] "Nothing but broken souls around me, and the ones that ain't broken, greedy" - ah, then, which one are you, Louis chéri ? Broken ? Greedy? Both? Only one for the moment, both as the years go on? And Lestat? Greedy, yes? But isn't he also so deeply broken?

- [Lestat] "The Earth's a Savage Garden" - begging Rolin Jones to give us Lestat soliloquising about the Savage Garden please and thank you.

- [Lestat] "'Shall we have a nightcap?' [Louis] 'Probably had enough for the night.'" - and yet you're helplessly following him, drawn in like a magnet, like an impossible to resist planetary orbit. Also look at that little gay panic. Awards for Jacob please.

- Ah, the gift. That's how Lestat will ensnare you. Gifts and gifts and precious things and then a child. Run, Louis, run.

- Oh, Nicki mention! [Lestat] "a boy of infinite beauty and sensitivity" - yeah he kinda was insane too, but that's your point of view I guess.

- [Lestat] "What kind of a man wastes this beautiful waist with words?" - first of all, damn, nice alliteration here. Secondly, a gay man, Les, you know that, we know that, Lily knows that.

- The erotic tension of this scene is off the charts, blimey. And Louis keeps repressing. He's about to blow off. In every meaning of the term. Yep, there it is. Excuse me while I go look. Respectfully. Also. Hands. They have something for each other's hands. And the first bite. And levitating. And that's just episode 1 and we're only halfway through episode 1. Nobody does it like this show, I swear.

part 2 | episode 2 | episode 3 | episode 4 | episode 5 | episode 6 | episode 7

Season 2 rewatch (coming soon)

[danieyells]

So my current suspicion.

I think Kaito is the spy.

I think this for a few reasons.

The first is that Kaito doesn't really seem like the type to have a demonic pact.

Leo says that it's pretty understandable that none of the ghouls listen to the player--they're all selected by demons. While this doesn't apply to Luca either, he made his pact for noble purposes and generally is of noble disposition. Kaito is a coward who doesn't really fit the idea of a pactmaker. If he's instead working for demonkind to possibly sabotage the efforts of ghouls and darkwick, or just monitor them to understand what they're doing and see that they don't pose a threat, I think that'd make sense. He was probably scared into it, or forced into it somehow.

This also leads me to something else--Hyde seemed uncertain as to what Kaito's stigma even was. He sees auras sometimes, he thinks.

He's been here for a whole year and you aren't sure??? I know he avoids missions but surely you'd've found out at some point?

Kaito's ability to see auras explains why he saw the monster that the pc saw when enhancing Luca's stigma--except if he could only see auras, surely he'd see a ton of energy rather than actually seeing the thing and his reaction wouldn't have been as intense as this.

Because everybody else just saw a big red shield

Even for Kaito that's a bit of an overreaction, I think?

What was Kaito afraid of if he couldn't see the giant houndoom looking thing? He very clearly saw it. It's not likely he was using his stigma at the time either--he didn't just see its aura, he saw the monster.

Next, it's likely to be a second year. Several third years so far(namely Tohma, Alan, and Taiga) seem to be aware of the spy--if it was someone who came recently(as the third years only came in the past three or four months) they probably wouldn't know yet or really be working so dedicatedly to find them, and if it was someone in their year they probably would know more certainly already. Tohma is a red herring because of his naturally eerie nature. Haku also strikes me as a red herring--Taiga peobably would not have trusted him in the prologue if he felt like he was suspicious. (On the other hand Taiga may have simply cared so little about your wellbeing that he didn't care if someone suspicious dealt with you.)

Another thing about Tohma. . .he used to be in Vagastrom. But he transferred to Frostheim, and is keeping up with Alan about the spy(and they had a meeting about this after Luca tried to fight Sho and Leo over insulting Kaito, inciting unrest among the general students about the ghouls). . .which leads me to think the spy is in Frostheim. And I don't think it's Jin. His sword letting him teleport and that he barely leaves his room anymore and Tohma is very attentive to him does lend some credibility to it possibly being him but I don't think he's the spy--Tohma is doing that to get Jin's trust to keep a better eye on Kaito, I think.

Subaru is naturally the next suspicious person due to being introduced and shown behaving oddly a little while after Taiga told you about the spy, but I think Subaru is too. . .obvious.

Also, Taiga's specific use of "keep letting him fool you" leads me to believe it's someone we already know and trust.

We don't know Haku well enough for it to be him. Luca hasn't been around long enough for him to be suspicious. Kaito's around the casino enough that Taiga could reasonably be suspicious of him.

There's also Kaito's pendant. It's extremely valuable--though why, we don't know--and it means a lot to Kaito. He won't give it away even when threatened, even if it'd save him from other suffering.

Another thing. . .while it makes sense for Kaito to be scared of Mortkranken on the basis of being a coward and that Yuri experiments on people(most people don't wanna be dissected after all!), I also wonder if he doesn't wanna go there because he's afraid of being analyzed by someone who'd probably be able to tell that he's either not a normal ghoul/human, or that he's some sort of demon or anomaly. Like he passed the stigma test and basic health checkups but could he pass closer examination?

I dunno. I also think it's possible that Kaito isn't even aware he's a spy. Like his pendant is monitoring the world around him while he's blissfully unaware. He never consumed or subjugated his demon--it's just around his neck, listening to everyone or something.

I just absolutely believe that Kaito would turn out to be the "bad guy". Even if not on purpose. It just seems like it's someone we already know and trust, somebody who's in Frostheim, and somebody you wouldn't suspect at all.

[leapdayowo]

Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

——

In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

[yandere-writer-momo]

Since all the yarem has some tinny bit of delusion in them what if they delude themselves enough of someone (I'm not a doctor but pretty sure all those punching and slaming might not be good to your head) a lovely being who accepted, loved, showed kindness they never know allowed to them found out it was just nothing but a daydream.

It'll be easier to explain in the fantasy au maybe there's some kind of a plant or a magic by a petty witch that got fucked over or being hired by some enemy to destroy them mentally, god forbid if they ever found out who make this illusion of reader because they'll pay for that.

Maybe yarem can find a way to make reader becoming a reality and that's how reader get isekaid lol.

How about I add a little pizazz to this? The elf, Kureha, that cast this delusion spell on the yanderes based it off of you, their ex. Kureha wanted you to suffer for breaking his heart so he make these terrifying men fall for you. Then you’d realize how good you had it when you were with him! How uncivilized everyone else is compared to him. If everything went to plan, you’d come running and sobbing back into his arms for help.

You were always a sweet partner anyways so it wasn’t like Kureha completely lied to them. You were real but you didn’t know anything about these men… but now they knew you were… and they were going to fight each other over you.

Yandere Baki Fantasy AU

It was dragon Hanayama who kidnapped you first and pillaged your village. He was insistent that you two had been together for the last two months and you were his one true love. That when you disappeared one day, he started searching endlessly for you. He was so happy you were okay. He purrs as he holds you in his arms and nuzzles his nose into your chest. He adores the way you smell and how warm and soft you are. He adorns your body in expensive jewels and the finest of silks to try to win you over again. Hanayama has no idea why you cry whenever his claws run through you hair, you never did before… why are you saying you don’t know who he is? He’s your lover… your god. Your entire reason for being alive. You are so afraid of him because Hanayama is so possessive and controlling. You’re able to slip away when he goes to fight off some enemies that invaded his territory (Hanayama is extremely territorial).

Katsumi is the next to find you when you successfully escape from Hanayama. He finds you running in a meadow with tears in your eyes and he pounced on you immediately, transforming from a tiger back into a handsome man. You scream when you’re knocked down but your mouth is soon muffled by Katsumi’s lips as the weretiger covers your entire face with kisses. He’s so happy to have found you! Katsumi then began to babble about how worried he was about you when he disappeared before he claimed you. You trembled when Katsumi began to happily talk about having cubs with you and how you’d love how he redecorated the den with all kinds of different animal furs. You never struggled so hard in your life despite Katsumi assuring you that he’d never lay a claw on you. That he was your love! Your mate. Your cries caught the attention of another creature…

Luckily, Orc Jack threw Katsumi away from you by his tail and scooped you up in his arms. Jack ignored Katsumi’s swipes at him, Jack shielding you with his large body, as he took off running with you. The orc safely making it away from Katsumi. Jack set you down as he checked you for any wounds or bruises. You shivered under his intense stare but Jack made no sudden movements to startle you. Jack heard you face in his large hands before he pressed his forehead to yours. Jack shared with you that he felt that you were too good to be true over those two months. That it wasn’t possible for you to love someone like him, a monster. Jack holds your hands as his eyes plead with you to give him a chance. That even though he was an orc didn’t mean he couldn’t love you. You almost stayed with him, Jack was really sweet but Jack was also terrifying to anyone else that wasn’t you. You were concerned he’d hurt anyone that tried to approach you (not to mention the size difference).

You slip away from Jack as he’s sleeping but not before pressing a kiss to his forehead. You wander around the forest again, this time following the river. You think you’re safe so you sit by the river for a breather and that’s when a black unicorn approaches you. You’re in awe at how beautiful this creature was until a man now stood before you. Unicorn Retsu wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you close. He tells you how worried he was when you didn’t come home to him and he tells you how dangerous it is out there. That there’s so many terrifying beasts. Since he was a unicorn, he wasn’t nearly as dangerous as the others. Retsu assures you that you can have peaceful days with him as you braid each other’s hair and rest in the flower fields together.

You flee yet again because something about Retsu was off. You run until you finally lose tail of him and end up in some creepy forest… where you come upon a giant house with a large metal fence around it. The sun was starting to set and the forest was unsettling to you so you knock on the door. And that’s where you meet Vampire Oliva. The vampire seems so happy to see you as he ushers you inside. You don’t even suspect a thing when Oliva urges you to eat as he stares into your eyes. What were you running from again? You should stay with Oliva, he’s such a nice man.

You’re so lucky that orc Baki breaks into the house and snaps you out of Oliva’s hypnotic spell. The red haired orc snatching you up and running out of the house. Just barely missing Oliva’s fist as he begged Baki not to take you. Baki ignored him and took off with you in his arms. Baki excitedly told you about how hard it was to find you but he was able to beat the others to get to you. The orc pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he sighed. Baki asking if you could run your fingers through his hair and tell him how much of a “good boy” he’s been for saving you. You’re still so confused on what is going on. The last few days was too much for your brain to handle.

And that’s when elf Kureha makes his grand appearance and asks you if you want him to save you. That if you get on your knees and beg for him to take you back (you broke up with him btw), he’d uncast the spell he put on all these men. All you had to do was beg for Kureha to take you back and tell him how dirty all these other monstrous men were compared to an elegant elf like himself. The elf smirks when he sees your teary eyes as Baki presses his lips to your heads and assures you he’d mail Kureha if Kureha upset you. Kureha thinks you’re so pretty as you cry.

“I didn’t break up with you because you weren’t elegant.” You cried as Kureha observed you. “You were always so mean to me and you critiqued everything I did constantly. It made me feel like I shouldn’t be with you so I left… it didn’t mean I didn’t love you, I thought you didn’t love me.”

Kureha melted and he tried to come over to hug you but Baki slammed his fist into Kureha’s face. The orc standing protectively over you before turning back to you with a dopey smile.

“There! Now you can pay attention to me again, (your name)!” Baki laid his head on your lap as you held your hands over your mouth, hopeful that Kureha was still alive. “I’ve been a good boy, right? I beat up that guy for making you cry.”

Just what the hell was Kureha thinking?

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay soo hc idea, who’s more easily jealous and who’s more insecure? (this idea was inspired by the childe angst post)

I too feel like childe doesnt get easily jealous but i cant say the same about FL, maybe its natural instincts?

and for insecurity, i cant tell which of them would be more insecure; i think childe to be an overthinker, so he’s insecure on things like not being good enough maybe, but if FL was insecure it seems it could be on the fact that since childe and him dont completely share consciousness, he’s afraid to throw you off as a monster because of his unapproachable form.

*cracks knuckles* oh buddy do i have an answer for you

for starters, Childe is the more jealous one, but neither of them get extremely jealous, does that make sense? they're both more protective than they are possessive, it's just that when comparing them Childe does get jealous more easily than Foul Legacy does. it's mostly because of insecurity, the nagging feeling in his mind whenever he sees someone you're close with- you deserve so much better than him, you should be with someone who can be by your side and keep you safe all the time, instead of a danger-seeking Harbinger like himself. it makes him feel sick with nerves and envy, and eventually he seeks you out and stubbornly wraps his arms around your waist so he can hold you before he worries himself into a tizzy

Foul Legacy, however, is incredibly insecure at the beginning. you know he's a monster, right? a dreaded creature that clawed his way out of the Abyss, right? that he shouldn't even be here, let alone sharing a mortal's body, right?? are you sure you're not staying because you pity him, or because you just love Childe? it gets to the point where one night you sit him down on your bed, take a deep breath, and give him a long, tender lecture on how you're not going anywhere and that you love both him AND Childe. needless to say he's in tears by the end of it, burying his face in your shoulder with a choked whine. it's not like his insecurity vanishes overnight after that, but it becomes more manageable over time <33

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Just saw this thing from another fandom I follow thought it might be interesting for SDV 👀

Bachelors/Bachelorette (up to you which one and how many!) pining, courting or flirting? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*not sure SDV comes from what era lol but maybe they have their own modern courting???*

Let's go crazy and do all bachelors/bachelorettes, shall we, dear anon? ;)

SDV bachelors:

Step aside everyone, a professional in his field enters the stage! After all, Alex is not only a (not yet recognized) master of sports, but also a master of flirting. It's enough for him to flex his biceps, shower with compliments and courtship - and all the girls (and not only) will be his! Although despite all this pathos, he is very careful in choosing a partner, because he is still a gentle and kind guy and wants a serious relationship.

Ordering a pizza at the Saloon for two, a skateboard trick show, gift chocolates or other small treats - Sam does a pretty good job of courting. He is too cheerful to pinning, and with flirting he, unfortunately, weaves in the middle of a sentence and something incomprehensible and funny comes out. On the other hand, bad flirting can make a partner laugh, and they will open their heart to the young prankster, so you could say that Sam can sometimes flirt well (although not aware of it).

Pinning for Sebastian. It's... quite difficult for him to express his own emotions, and sometimes he doesn't consider himself capable of such a thing. Sometimes you can notice his sad look if a person passes by who is not indifferent to him. Here, either the Farmer must be the first to confess their feelings to him, or Sam and Abby help their emo friend.

Hell, that's pretty hard to tell with Elliott, because I think he can be both courting and flirting. Just look at this red-haired gallant man - he seems to have come out of a book about a love story! A hopeless romantic who, despite his impressive ability to make the perfect compliment, can blush himself if you flirt back with him.

Oh my poor chicken man, sitting somewhere in the corner and pinning. No, I can say for sure that Shane can confidently flirt and court. But it seems to me that this will only happen if he is already dating the Farmer. His therapy is going slowly but surely, but for now, low self-esteem and the idea that "there will still be someone better than him" does not allow him to discover his hidden potential to be a romantic.

How to flirt? Date, flowers? Is there a guide for beginners? Harvey can cure your cold or diarrhea, but he's not very good at flirting. Although the courting is quite tolerable and even romantic, but only if the poor doctor stops being nervous and afraid that something will go wrong with the courtship.

SDV bachelorettes:

I think it's pretty obvious that Penny is pinning. She is a very shy and modest girl who won't take the first step in admitting her feelings for anyone. Dreamy, in love, but at the same time insecure and fearful. One thought of rejection or an awkward situation (or worse, a misunderstanding that could turn into a loss of friendship) drives a young teacher into depression.

Haley, due to her popularity, learned about flirting everything. All her fans gave her gifts and followed her, making the slightly spoiled girl the center of all attention. Of course, this was still in school, but something Haley had left from the arsenal to bestow a compliment on someone who is dear to her heart. And if in earlier years Haley did it for the sake of attention out of self-interest, now the compliment from the girl is sincere.

Courting AND flirting because Abigail is capable of so much. So much energy boils in the girl that she will often call the Farmer to hang out in the mines, in search of adventure. Nothing extreme, of course, but Abby will often flirt, compliment them while fighting monsters, and also give them gifts in the form of a found beautiful gem.

Surprisingly, Emily is very adept at courting someone. And every time she has new and unusual ideas in courtship - she is a bright and colorful person, which means courtship will be the same.

Leah is a very confident woman, and she is quite adept at flirting. The artist does not hesitate to give a couple of pleasant compliments to the interlocutor of interest, but don't think that she is frivolous in this. If Leah praises someone, it means there is something for it, and this person is really dear to her.

With Maru, I'm a little undecided. It seems to me that she is not very capable of flirting and courtship. But at the same time, pinning also doesn't fit her character. Young and energetic - she just doesn't have time to yearn for the Farmer. And yet, when the ideas for new inventions ran out and a small creative crisis began, Maru sometimes begins to have bouts of melancholy, smoothly turning into daydreaming about a possible partner.

[samwinchesterswifu]

Contagious pt. 2 (Sam Winchester x Read Smut Series)

Requested: No

Season 2 x Episode 1

Warnings: slow burn, slight kink if you squint your eyes.

Song Inspiration: This series is going to have a lot of song inspo, but the main one is "Contagious" by Trapt

MINORS DNI

A/N: I thought this would be a good way to continue the series. I may end up doing little episodes here and there, but honestly not sure how far im gunna take this. Would love some feed back on this!

Word Count: 2500

Summary: All four of them just had gotten into a car wreck, Deans in a medical coma, Sam is all over the place, but finally, he gives her a taste of what she wants.

  It has been an extremely long year. Joining the boys on a man hunt for their father John. Encountering everything they could think of. From almost dying to a wendigo, to playing guess who with a shapeshifter, bugs, a spooky dead doctor, and being reminded why people are truly just terrible. Watching Dean help an old lover, only to watch him make the same mistake Sam made just a few years ago. It was exhausting. On top the constant killing of the bad guys, Sam gave her major whiplash. There’d be moments where he would show his younger self again. Show her signs that maybe he was ready to experience all the love the two of them shared again. Only to be gone in an instant whenever the demon was brought up. Sam wanted revenge. She couldn’t blame him. Hell, if something tried to kill Sam, her dagger would be through the monster’s heart within minutes. She just felt like a second choice. A back up plan. That was until they had gotten into a wreck.

Her and Sam were sitting in the front seat. While the two of them were left uninjured, just a few cuts and bruises. Dean was in a coma. John was recovering in a separate hospital room. Sam was obviously distant. Worried and pacing back and forth between John’s room and Dean’s. She sat and kept John company. To help distract her from the possibility of potentially losing someone she called her family. 

Sam had come to check up on John once again before disappearing down the hall. She was looking down at her hands. Going over the small scar that Sam had accidentally created during their first kiss. His pocketknife had slipped from his pocket where her hands were placed. Making a clean cut through her skin. John cleared his throat, making her look up at him. He smiled.

“I remember that cut,” Johns deep voice rumbled through his empty room.

“Sam was so worried you would get an infection and was so scared of getting in trouble with Hank.” He chuckled lowly.

“That boy is terrified of your father.”

She grinned at his statement. But was quickly replaced.

“He’s still in love with you kid,” sincerity was behind his voice, but it was hard to believe.

“I doubt that John.” She sighed.

“Every time he comes in here, checking on me, he’s also clocking you.” John had a grin on his face that made it seem like he was proud of Sam.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“He’s checking up on you to make sure you don’t also randomly collapse. He’s worried enough about Dean, but if you went under? He’d freak.”

A small smile tugged at her lips. Hopefully John was right. Suddenly, Sam was at John’s room, tears brimming his eyes and he looked panicked.

“It’s Dean!” He practically yelled.

She quickly got up from her chair and rushed with Sam to Dean’s room where the machine was beeping and the doctors were trying to save him. His heart had stopped, and she could see Sam was close to ripping apart in stress. Finally, the doctors were able to save him. She dared not lay a hand on Sam. After what happened prior, she was afraid.

They both returned to John’s room. He asks questions about what happened. Reassuring Sam that things where gunna be okay. Sam twiddles with his fingers nervously. A deep sigh left his lips. There was clearly something on his mind.

“Dad?” Sam pipes up. 

John grunted in response.

“It felt like Dean was there.” Sam’s eyes kept darting between her and John. Like he was a scared kid about to be ridiculed by John.

Huh?

“What are you talking about kid?” John’s attention was attracted.

“Like, Dean was there. Out of ear shot. Is that possible?” Sam was still twiddling with his thumbs.

“Anything’s possible son.” John looked at her as if to say, “Has this kid gone insane?”

Sam shook his head. Another few minutes of silence Sam stood up. His head peaked down to look at her. There was hope in his eyes.

“Can I talk to you?” Sam was nervous again. His voice quivered like he was cold.

All she could do was muster up a nod.

Getting up, she gave John a quick glance, him grinning back at her.

Sam pulls her away from John’s room. His fingers felt like hot stones on her skin. Her heart rate increased rapidly to the point she could practically hear it in her ears. Sam had pulled her away into a small little hallway. Making it seem as if he didn’t want anyone to bother them.

“You think I’m crazy,” he sighs.

“What?” She was completely confused.

“You didn’t say anything. You typically have some witty response to shoot back at me.” Sam returned to a scared puppy. That’s all he ever was. A scared puppy.

“I’m just trying to process everything right now Sam. It’s been a hell of a year.” Her voice was laced with bitterness. It was enough to make Sam cowardly.

“I know.” His eyes looked glossy as if he was getting ready to cry.

“Sammy,” she sighed.

It was like it was a repeated event of when they first “got back” together.

“It’s highly possible that Dean’s spirit is running around. I just don’t know how we would communicate with him.” Sam’s gaze softened; it was a similar look when he was thinking.

“That’s it!” Sam exclaimed. Making her jump at this sudden boom of his voice.

“What?” Again, she was lost.

“A Ouija board!” Sam was practically bouncing on his heels.

She groaned at his words.

“Sam come on. You know we don’t mess with those things! Dean would be furious!” She shook her head. She truly couldn’t believe his words.

Sam started to walk away from her. Not uttering a word.

“Where are you going!” She shouts after him.

“Keep dad company!” Sam responded.

She scoffed. Winchesters.

Instead of returning to John’s room, she heads to Dean’s. Her heart hurt seeing him hooked to all the wires. She sits in the chair next to his bed, just studying him. A long sigh left her lips and her head fell into her hands. Taking a deep breath, she began speaking. Hoping that Dean wouldn’t actually be able to hear what she had to say, even though he was right behind her in his ghostly form. 

“Dean,” her voice cracked and was close to tears. 

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this with Sam.” She shook her head, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. 

“I love him, I love your brother so damn much, I always have,” She took another pause as footsteps approached. 

Sam rounded the corner into Dean’s room, a bit taken aback that she was present. Holding a paper bag, he overall just looked confused. 

“Are you okay?” He asked as he began to sit on the floor in front of Dean’s bed. 

“Fine,” she was sharp with her words, and the younger Winchester flinched at her tone. 

She rose from her chair, joining beside him. He pulled out the board and another groan left her lips.

“Dean is going to kill you.” He let out a small laugh and nodded in agreement. 

Quickly setting up the board, he looked at her for a second. A wave of concern and sincerity washed over his eyes. His hand began to raise, but was put down almost as fast. He seemed hesitant, which has become more often these days.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”  Sam's voice was sweet, laced with honey enough to get her drunk off of it, but she had to remain composure. 

All she could do was muster up a nod. He sighed in response as he turned his attention towards the board. 

Sam placed his fingers on the planchette, looking at her and waiting for her to do the same. She mirrorod his movements, nodding that she was ready. Sam took another deep breath.

“Dean, are you with us?” Sam asked, a few moments of silence, then the planchette started to move towards ‘yes’. 

He let out an excited squeak. Which was too cute beyond words. 

“What is keeping you away, is there a case?” Sam asked, and the planchette moved back to ‘yes’. 

“Do you know what it is?” Sam asked. 

The planchette began to move over the letters REAP. 

A small ‘huh’ left Sam’s lips. 

The planchette began to move again, without a question asked. Her heart rate began to increase, afraid of what Dean had in mind. The planchette moved over the letters LOVE. Both her and Sam’s heads snapped towards another. A look of confusion falling over both of them. 

“What are you saying Dean?” She asked. 

LOVEBIRDS.

A wave of heat rose to her cheeks. He was listening to her rant after all. Sam shuffled in his place awkwardly. It was one of the things she loved about him. He’s been awkward ever since he was a kid. Another grunt left Sam and he turned back to the planchette. 

“Is the reaper after you?” Sam asked, trying to get rid of the tension. 

The planchette moved back to ‘yes’. 

Sam rose from his position, and began to pace back and forth. 

“Sam, Dean will be fine,” she says as she rises to meet him. 

“I know, I’m just worried.” He stopped pacing and his eyes raised in the way he got about when having a bright idea in his head. 

“Wait! I’ll go ask Dad, stay here,” Sam says leaving the room. 

Completely lost into what was going on, she sat back down in the chair next to Dean’s bed. Cursing at the old brother for the trick he pulled. Sam returned back to Dean’s room, holding John’s infamous journal in his hands. He begins reading aloud the page about reapers. 

“Can I sit next to him?” Sam asks through his puppy dog eyes. 

She nods, standing toe to toe to Sam. Before switching spots, Sam reaches out to her. Hesitantly grabbing her hand, and lacing his fingers with her. He gives it a tight squeeze, as if he was afraid that she was gonna slip away from him. Slowly, Sam lowers his face towards her. Panic arose in her heart. Why was he doing this now? When Dean was in a coma? Before Sam’s lips connected with hers, Dean jolted up from his drug induced coma. The two pulled apart, trying to act like nothing was about to happen. 

“What happened?” Dean asked, his brows furrowed as his eyes darted between the two.

Sam looked at her pleadingly, as if to tell her not to say anything. She gives him a small grin. 

“I uhm, I need to go uhm, do something really fast.” She says, darting out of the room.

Walking towards the courtyard of the hospital looking to get some fresh air, She finds a wooden bench to sit at, and takes a few moments to breathe. Thoughts were rushing through her head as tears welled in her eyes. There was no warning, Sam has such a mind of his own that it was whiplash all the time. Her heart stung at his actions. While yes, it felt like he was getting better, that he was trusting her again, leaning on her again, it just felt manufactured. 

The door to the courtyard opened, and John walked out. A concerned smile tight on his face. He joins her, placing a hand on her that rested on her thigh. All of the emotions became too much. John pulled her into his side as the tears began to flow. Her sobs echoed off the brick walls. John rubs the side of her arm in the hopes of bringing comfort. After a few moments, and she was able to recollect herself, John excuses himself, explaining that he needed to go see the boys. She wasn’t able to really respond. 

She takes at least a bit to gather herself and prepare to see Sam again. Walking towards the area where their rooms were, She is pushed aside by rushing nurses and a doctor. Following them back towards Dean’s room. Sam stood out in the hallway, his fingers deep in his hair. He looked up for a moment, eyes connecting with hers. His eyes were saying more than what he was able to mumble. She rushes to his side as he begins to fall apart. Catching his slumped body in attempts to help console. She was able to finally see what was going on. John laid still in the hallway, hearing them call out the time of death. She knew then that things were definitely going to change between them. Not only did she have to help pick up the pieces after Jess, but now the same with the death of his father.  But it wasn’t a burden to her. 

Things finally settled down and they were preparing to leave the hospital. A hunter's funeral was in the plans for John. Before leaving the hospital, Sam pulls her off into another side corridor, away from the eyes of Dean. 

Within a swift movement, a hand was placed on her hip, another came up to caress her cheek. Sam applies enough pressure on her hip to push her flat against the wall. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She watched Sam’s eyes as they darted between her own eyes and lips. A small ‘fuck it’ fell from Sam and he crashed his lips with hers. The kiss was harmonious. His lips felt smooth like he still took care of his hygiene just how he did when they were kids. The hand that was placed on her hip came to engulf her other cheek. As he did this, Sam became more aggressive with his kiss. Their bodies became completely flushed together. He broke their contact, and dipped his head to her neck. Placing small kisses and nibbling softly, he reaches a certain spot that he knows drives her crazy. He bites down hard on that area, sucking slightly. A small gasp of pleasure escapes her lips and she could feel Sam’s hard-on bulge against her thigh. Suddenly, a small knock attracted both of their attention, only to realize it was a doctor going into a patient’s room. Looking back at each other, they held a smile. She wasn’t sure what was going through his brain. His dad just died for christ sake. But maybe he was looking for familiarity with what was unknown right now. 

Dean calls out their name, making both of them sigh. Rounding the corners, Dean stops looking through the other rooms as soon as he spots them. 

“Come on you too,” Dean motions towards him. 

Nodding, they both begin to follow him. Sam places his hand on the little bit of her back, guiding her through the halls. Hopefully, Sammy was coming back to her.

[bangtannies-stories]

Do They Actually "Love" You? (BTS edition)

Summary: Does each member of mafia BTS actually love you, or are they just obsessed and don't care?

This is a Yandere story so expect yandere themes.

Namjoon

Answer: Yes.

Namjoon does love you. He loves you a lot, actually! While he is obsessed with you, his love for you prohibts him from going to extremes, such as harming you physically. If he thinks he hurt you, emotionally or physically, he will feel really badly because he cares about you. However, the people who aren't you? That's a whole different tale.

Jin

(A/N look at this lil angel I'm gonna miss him way too much 😭)

Answer: Yes.

Although he has very... VERY, fucked up ways of showing it to you, yes Jin does genuinely have love for you in his heart. It dates back to when he forced your parents to arrange a marriage between the you and him, just because he saw you once and fell in love. His love doesn't overshadow, though, how poorly he treats you out of said love. He sees you as lesser than him, harms anyone when they interfere with him and you, and disciplines you like a helicopter parent.

Yoongi

(A/N yes I could've chosen a different GIF for this situation but I just love him so much and this gif just sums up Yoongi so well within 5 seconds)

Answer: Yes!

Soft Yoongi, while always so calm that you can never tell when he's pissed, has so much love for you in his heart! He's soft for you only, by the way. He tries not to show it very often, so that you don't find his weakness and use it to your advantage. But this soft meow meow absolutely 100% is genuinely in love with you. I think that's actually why he's so calm, even if it makes him scarier. He doesn't want you to be fearful of him very often, and doesn't want you to see him snap.

Hoseok

Answer: No.

Oh boy, our first no. So, it's not that Hobi hates you or just keeps you because he likes to see you in pain. No no, that's not him. The reason his is a "no" is because he's very mentally unstable, and he is not in a place where he can truly love something or someone. Hoseok is absolutely messed up and traumatized in the head, and meeting you where the person who began that trauma abandoned him set off a trigger. A trigger that began a downward spiral. Hoseok needs help, because he's way too obsessed with you. He's afraid to let you go because he doesn't wanna experience the pain his mother gave him.

Jimin

Answer: Yes.

Jiminie has so much room for you in his big, soft, clingy heart! He can't get enough of you. He's obsessed with you, but that obsession is out of love. There's just something about you that makes Jimin's heart skip a beat, or even beat faster. He wants to make you happy, and he wants to be the reason of it. He wants to be around you all the time so his heart can truly take in it's love for you.

Taehyung

Answer: Yes.

While he admires being in charge and being the dominant force in your, ehem, relationship... Yes, he loves you! To Taehyung, you're his Queen, his other half, his love! He lives to spoil you and make you smile, because his heart practically needs your smiles to keep beating. Even when you're being defiant or bratty, he will restrain himself from physically harming you or even saying anything that will make you upset. When he does his sexual punishments, he makes sure he lets you know that if it does end up going beyond an acceptable level, to let him know so he'll stop.

Jungkook

Answer: No.

When Jungkook kidnapped you off of the streets, he claimed he loved you. But to be honest, as much as he SAYS he does, I really don't think it's actually real love. He sees you more as an object, a trophy that he took and kept because you accidentally spilled a coffee on him once. He doesn't really respect you at home, can't give you the chance to be respected anywhere else. He uses you and enjoys his life. Even if you (somehow) develop feelings for this monster, don't expect them to really ever be returned. Jungkook could hurt you, and you're not willing to take the chance.

[mllemaenad]

The Magnus Protocol: Marked

Huh. The tattoos are interesting.

At the moment, they remind me most of "Leitners". Of course, there are other cursed objects in the world, but these, like the weird books of The Magnus Archives are specifically pieces of art that can infect a person and drive them to extreme acts.

They are linked, not by any particular obsession, but by the sense of compulsion itself. Daria, of Making Adjustments was driven to self-mutilation by her tattoo, because of her insecurity about her appearance. Gordie, David and, given that the actual company email address goes inactive at the end of the story, quite possibly the entire landscaping crew, were drawn inexorably to the sea by a sense of nostalgia.

Chester/Gordie On a personal note, I’d just like to say thank you for using us to do this job. I know we can’t have been the cheapest company to put in a bid, but as local lads we’ve been coming to this graveyard all our lives (even if just to sneak some booze as stupid teenagers), and now that the cliff’s finally giving up the ghost (if you’ll pardon the pun), it feels right for us to be the ones taking it apart. – The Magnus Protocol: Marked

They are not anxious or afraid – not at the beginning, anyway. It is their fondness for the cemetery that dooms them.

But even though theme around what the tattoo means and what it does to someone is quite different, there's apparently a community of some kind devoted to them. For a start, the particular tattoo in the story is from no later that 1908, and while I admit "Oscar Jarrett" is not a name that immediately means something to me, "Sutherland Macdonald" was a real Victorian tattoo artist. So this has been going on a while. And, Ink5oul seems to have some pretty strong ideas about what that tattoo was – and must have had some idea it was in that graveyard, to turn up within two days of the body's exhumation.

There's some kind of community built around mystical tattoos. It is old and, given the evidence from Making Adjustments, alive, well, and still inking creepy images into people to this very day.

That's an interesting thing in itself. The cults in The Magnus Archives were built around allegiance to a particular power. Leitner existed, but he was one guy with a particularly awful book collection. What draws these people together?

And if the tattoos are in any way like the Leitners, that carries with it some worrying implications.

The first thing is that the books typically had to be picked up and read to cause any significant harm. And while, yes, tattoos may be deliberately covered with clothing or makeup, there's still a much greater chance of a lot of people being casually exposed to them.

The second thing is that ... well, tattoos are on people. No one thought twice about burning a Leitner, assuming it was one that would burn. Hell, "setting the annoying books on fire" was Gerard Keay's whole thing. But what's the plan if you are dealing with an image that lives in the skin of a person? And a person, who, like Daria, genuinely had no idea what they were signing up for?

Then there's the meta around the case. Sam, here, behaves exactly like John did. He's always had an interest in the cases, of course. But the core thing about John was that he knew not a damned thing about monsters – but he always paid attention to the people. This is an easy one, of course; I'm sure everyone went HEY IT'S THE CREEPY TATTOO ARTIST! But it's true nevertheless. Ink5oul the creepy tattoo artist has been active at least as recently as 2020.

Sam wants to note the pattern. John was obstructed by a (deliberately) poorly organised archive. Even if he had the general idea of what kind of thing he needed to find, actually finding it was almost impossible. Sam is obstructed by any reasonable means of stringing his research together. Or at least so Alice says – I haven't forgotten that she was either lying or very wrong about the search function not working.

But the nature of the OIAR seems to be that it puts a barrier between the people doing the assessing and the cases themselves. They are removed from the situation in a way that the archival staff were not. And Sam has breached that barrier. He knows someone is out there who is involved in this stuff.

As for Alice, well, she's being followed. Probably by [ERROR], although we'll see. The episode is called Marked. The dead man in the grave was marked by his tattoo. Gordie, David and likely the rest were marked by exposure to it. Explicitly, Gordie became obsessed by the shape in the water. Something was pursuing that ship, and he had to know what it was. And Alice ... well, something has marked her, and is pursuing her.

The most interesting thing, really, is that it's Alice being pursued, not Sam. Sam wanted to go to The Magnus Institute, and found nothing but a soggy ruin. Alice complained every step of the way – and she's the one with the stalker.

Sam No, you’re right. I don’t know what I’m looking for. I have… I have memories of weird stuff I saw here, but no context. I want to know what was happening, why they chose us… why they didn’t choose me. Maybe find the bit where everything started to go wrong. But… it’s too late. And now… I’m the only one left who cares. – The Magnus Protocol: Saturday Night

Is that a thing, somehow? That Sam is fundamentally the one who does not get chosen? John was a magnet for every horror in the story – and it was all very deliberate, with the pain and fear leading to a final goal. But if Sam is somehow resistant to the horrors ... There seems to be something up with him. There are bits of static clearly popping up in the dialogue. There's something that made The Magnus Institute pick him up initially. But there's also something that made them let him go. Perhaps the peril is not to him, but to the people around him.

Gwen did just get thoroughly traumatised. And yes, she absolutely did that to herself, but it still happened.

I do wonder what Gwen thought the job was, though. She does nothing but read (or hear) and categorise monster stories all night, every night. But seems genuinely appalled that being "in" means confronting monsters. Did she think it was all code for something else?

And Celia – well, there you just throw up your hands. Obviously relevant. Too little detail yet to do anything with it. The how and why of her sleeping in the middle of nowhere is important, sure. But who's Jack?

Ah, well. Thoughts for later, I guess.

[lunerna21]

Book 7 Chapter 3

***SPOILERS AHEAD FOR BOOK 7 CHAPTER 3 AHEAD!!***

...I'm not even sure where to begin with chapter 3...

I'm still reeling from the way they ended the previous chapter

We start off seeing Idia sleeping, but Idia dreaming about Ortho being alive, Idia having more confidence, and being unable to be afraid to speak to other students.

....and then Malleus's mysterious timing, him being super perceptive about Idia possibly waking up from his dream. I WAS REELING LIKE MALLEUS!!

YOU REALLY TURNED INTO A FULL FLEDGE VILLAIN!!

Also side note, was anybody else like me losing their minds during the entrance ceremony?! Just seeing everyone interacting like it's totally normal EVEN THO THEY AREN'T REAL?!

SEEING THESE TWO, I HAD TO STOP AND SOB MY EYES OUT LIKE WHY MALLEUS I WANT TO SEE MY BEST FRIENDS SAFE AND SOUND!!

MALLEUS MALLEUS MALLEUS MALLEUS I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE I LOVE YOU, BUT I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE ESPECIALLY THESE TWO LITTLE SHITS I LOVE SO MUCH

So, of course I'm curious as to where we were, and when they showed Mickey's room I HOLLERED, HOT DIGGITY DOG, AND SCREAMED LIKE A PSYCHOPATH

MICKEY MOUSE!? WE FINALLY MEET IN PERSON!? AND WITH MY HAIRY BABY BOI GRIM!?!? I WAS FLABBERGASTED!

LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT IT!!

I NEVER IMAGINED THIS DAY WOULD COME, BUT THIS DUO TOGETHER IS SO FREAKIN CUTE!!!

But as I'm watching this happen, I realize Malleus intentionally cut us out of the picture, out of everyone's reality, because he experienced many different emotions but yet was vulnerable around us since we don’t see him in a terrifying way while also appreciating life because of meeting us and getting to know the others at NRC…

The one thing that really really, REALLY concerns me is this reference from Mickey

.......Something is going to happen to Ace and Deuce, right? And it won't be a good thing considering the cards are covered in ink...

I have a small suspicion (and hope pls don't judge me) that we get to see other overblot forms. Like potentially Ace and Deuce, but the thought of that IS NOT OKAY I DON'T WANT ANY HARM TO HAPPEN TO THEM!

And as we're about to get attacked by these blot monsters, Silver just coming to save us was amazing! Whoever does the VO for Silver is so damn good

I'm not used to seeing Silver show so many emotions, but he could be the perfect definition of a night in shining armor.

AND WE LEARNED SILVER'S UNIQUE MAGIC AND ITS SO COL!

So we only have Ace, Lilia, Sebek and potentially Grim (also maybe Ortho but I'm not too sure on that) that haven't gotten or revealed their unique magic.

IF ACE IS THE LAST ONE TO GET HIS UNIQUE MAGIC I'M GONNA LAUGH BUT ALSO SCREAM BUT I REALLY REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE GETS

I won't talk too much about Ortho interacting with his parents, but it was incredibly heartwarming that even though Ortho is a humanoid, they still love and treat him as their own child.

Damn Disney, you really know how to get the waterworks going

As we're watching Sebek's dream, I'm just incredibly nervous about how Malleus was acting completely normal, and I wasn't entirely sure if Malleus was monitoring everyone's dreams or what...

Welp, I was right. Once Silver spoke to Sebek and reminded him about Lilia leaving and potentially dying, Malleus lost his goddam shit

Did anybody else absolutely get scared shitless?! I mean he's fucking gorgeous and I love him

But I did not expect to have goddamn chills and become extremely nervous instantly.

MALLEUS IS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING, I TELL YA

THE FACT THAT MALLEUS IS LITERALLY DOING ANYTHING HE CAN TO KEEP EVERYONE IN THEIR DREAMS TO "MAKE THEM HAPPY" TO THE POINT OF PUTTING US BACK UNDER ANOTHER SLEEPING SPELL IS REALLY SCARY

MALLEUSSSSSS WHYYYYYYY

AND THE RING HELPED US ESCAPE!! SILVER, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR YOU!?!?!

AND FINALLY, we witness Lilia as a war general AND HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING YET ALSO TERRIFYING (but not as terrifying as someone who completely changed and now scares the absolute living shit out of me)

AND AND AND we FINALLY got the teaser for Lilia's SSR card, folks!

LILIA?! LILIA VANROUGE!?! LIKE WOW OKAY HE LOOKS FUCKING AMAZING THIS IS WITHOUT A DOUBT MY FAVORITE CARD OF HIS

I'm sorry it took so long to post this, but I'm super excited (and of course nervous) to see what happens next with Lilia's dream!

BUT I JUST WANT TO SEE ADEUCE TOGETHER WITH US AGAIN I MISS THEM AND I WANT TO SEE WHAT THEY DREAM ABOUT

Until then, we can only wait till Thursday for the next update...

(Also, this image was amazing to see I love everything about Sleeping Beauty so I was fangirling like a psycho but I love how heavily involved the movie elements are used in Book 7)

Enough for now~~! Let me just go imagine everyone's dreams and while also coping with the fact that we’re going to get more heartbreak and angst THAT IM NOT READY FOR!!

THURSDAY CANNOT COME FAST ENOUGH~~!!!

[deltaswapjevil]

A Different Undertale: Main Cast Summary

Content warning:

Frisk: Climbed Mount Ebott when playing with their friends. Fell and got amnesia. Actually takes the name of the first fallen human because of this. Goofy and childish. Naive. Easily manipulated because of their amnesia and general nativity and gullibility.

Flowey: If a monster body can't handle determination how would a lowly flower be able to? That's the logic I went with here. The determination and continued resets take a toll on Flowey's body. Due to his constant suffering he views the world through a pessimistic lense. More like a travel buddy for Frisk, constantly manipulating them to their bidding. Doesn't actually want to harm anyone, especially not Frisk, as they feel genuinely grateful for their help, but steal the souls to try and stop or at least delay his own demise.

Toriel: After being banished to the Ruins she lost all hope and began to deteriorate mentally. Delusional and has blotchy memories. Still kind and gentle but keeps mistaking you for her children. Doesn't remember who killed her kids but knew it was someone she loved and trusted. Somehow she begins to believe you killed her children and that's why you want to leave so soon. Similar to Horrortale and Underfell Toriel.

Sans: His magic became too strong and due to a combination of over exertion, low stats, laziness, drug addiction, and his loss of hope, his body began to deteriorate. He's basically a walking body made of dust puppeted by his soul. The only thing giving him a reason to live is taking care of his brother. Using magic, including shortcuts, causes him great pain. Smokes and drinks. Buys drugs off Grillby. Similar to Underfell Sans. Eye glows....grey. One hit is all it takes to shatter him completely. In genocide he doesn't even need to dodge as he's basically just dust now meaning your attacks have no effect.

Papyrus: Suffers from extreme autism and ADHD. Has little control over his body and magic. Still an expert with puzzles but they're more of his pastime. Needs constant attention and stimulation. Sans usually keeps him on a child leash to make sure he's not mugged or shanked or something. However most monsters actually really like him and most gangs even help him. A shining hope in the underground, showing there is good out there. Similar to Horrortale and Axetale Papyrus. Almost completely mute only speaking in jumbled words and an occasional NYEH. Sans translates what he means to the best of his ability.

Undyne: The cruel captain of the Royal Guard. Ashamed of the person she's become which is why she rarely removes her helmet. Sent to execute innocents and usually follows through. Refuses to kill children or queer people (as long as being queer is their only "crime") so she "accidently" lets them get away. The only person who can access Alphys. Secretly lesbian but won't come out due to fear of being removed from the Royal Guard.....or worse. Stays in the Royal Guard only because she's afraid of someone worse taking over. Still hates humanity but comes around pretty easily. If anything were to happen to her friends she might just finally snap.

Alphys: A "criminal" due to possessing human objects, being bisexual, and also illegal experimentation (honestly that's the only real crime here). Ashamed of herself. Isolated and hidden in her lab which has high security designed to only allow humans and or Undyne. Due to her isolation she has terrible eyesight. "Sees" by sensing Infrared heat like snakes. Nervously shakes ALOT. Has a lisp and a stutter and just generally has trouble talking. Has a huge crush on Undyne but doesn't want to get her in trouble.

Asgore: Has a genuine hatred for humanity after they sealed his kind underground and cursed them suffering. A cruel leader who hates anything the humans made. Doesn't even burry the humans just stores their corpses in his corpse room to intimidate the next humans. Doesn't even want freedom. Just likes killing humans. There's a small bit of his original kind and gentle self in there. Similar to Underfell Asgore. Cold. Destroys the Mercy and Fight buttons. Forcing you to just stall.

Mettaton: He was able to avoid execution for being so....Mettaton by promising to "bring hope and happiness to the underground." In other words....he's a sex worker. Hotland has become one big strip club. Many monsters hate him because he avoided execution by offering over his body. He's viewed as a cheater and able to be free. But really he's just as trapped as everyone else. Forced to stay in his ex form 90% of the time and has come to hate it. He's also come to hate Alphys for ditching him. He's become almost as pessimistic as Napstablook now. He buys drugs from Muffet to cope but they don't really have an effect besides gunking up his machinery. His body was also made more sexually appealing and even more feminine. All of his dreams of acting have been taken away and replaced with an eternity of dancing poles. He's similar to Lusttale Mettaton and Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel

Napstablook: After his cousin left their dying snail farm Napstablook turned to drugs. They smuggled them from Grillby's as they didn't want to be seen but at least they always left money on the counter on their way out. Unfortunately the drugs dont do anything for Napstablook because they're a ghost and the drugs are corporeal. If they would've asked for ghost drugs Grillby probably would've asked Muffet to make them since who would pass up an opportunity for a whole new group of customers but Napstablook doesn't like to talk to people and prefers isolation. They are also suicidal and similar to most Horrortale Napstablook interepretations they make a noose with their tears which is what they're doing when you first meet them. Unfortunately since their a ghost they can never truly rest in peace.

Monster Kid: Hangs around with other gangs who are a bad influence on the child. They're violent and aggressive. They still admire Undyne (though they pretend not to, to seem cool) and get under her skin and she comes close to killing them a couple times. They actually do die in the neutral and genocide routes. In neutral they fall off the bridge before anyone can save them and in genocide they are killed before Undyne can arrive. They are incredibly petty and jealous towards those with arms which is almost everyone.

Temmies: Tem has taken advantage of her intelligence. She runs a cultist gang of Temmies worshipping the all knowing egg. She keeps the loyal by manipulating them and getting them high on Grillby's drugs. She believes herself to be too smart for college and just wants all the money for the hell of it. Sends her Temmie hordes on heists and has them donate their riches to the egg's donation box which just so happens to lead to Tem's underground weapons shop. She sells great weapons at high prices and is a pretty influential terrorist of the underground. The only Tem she hasn't converted yet is Bob. He sits in the corner of the abandoned Tem Village (they relocated to a new area known as Tem Empire or Tempire) and thinks about how far he let things get out of hand....and if he should just follow everyone else.

Grillby: A drugs dealer in Snowdin. One of the kinder monster though. He's greedy and will kill anyone who pisses him off. But won't go out of his way to hurt anyone and at the end of the day he's just trying to provide for his family. He doesn't make drugs just sells them though sometimes he spices them up with fire magic. He's well liked in Snowdin....too well liked as he's afraid someone's gonna let slip about his underground operation. He makes sure to butter the dogs up with treats in his "apartment" and let them play poker. Misses his daughter but was forced to move away to Snowdin when Muffet threatened not to supply him with anymore products if he didn't move further away from her shop.

Muffet: Money isn't the root of all evil. It's people's greed that makes them evil. And none are more evil than Little Miss Muffet. Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet making her joint and weed. When along came cops who told her to stop but they're just food for her pet to eat. She makes all the drugs in the underground and sells them to other vendors only asking for a third of the revenue. She may sound like a great boss. But if you don't pay her in time you'll find yourself on the wrong side of her web. She already helped save the spiders from the Ruins due to her immense influence. She just wants the money to fill her putrid black heart. She may be cruel but deep down she's really just a scared little girl. Trying to prove herself to adults and not get pushed around. The only people who truly understand her are her spiders.

Mad Mew Mew: She's already transitioned due to her dummy body being destroyed in a fit of rage from Undyne and her finding this body dumped in the trash by the guards who raided Alphys human junk. Shes content with this body. But the underground doesn't take to lightly to queer folks. Asgore thinks it's something the humans made up and thus must be evil. And so Mew Mew is considered a criminal just for being herself. But if she's gonna be a criminal she might as well own it. She's gonna be the Undergrounds greatest criminal. Cause if she's going down she's taking all these other motherfuckers down with her. She leads a gang of other oppressed people and commits small misdemeanors and attacks those rude guards. Always being careful to avoid capture. She's one of the top crooks on Undyne's radar. And yet Undyne can't bring herself to capture and execute her. Undyne understands her struggles but doesn't agree with how she goes about dealing with them. They fight on the battlefield but in secret they hang out. They have a frenemy relationship. Undyne is trying to convince Mew to join the guard to at least offer her some protection but she's decided on raining hell in the Underground just to see the look on the guards face when they realize they messed with the wrong trans kitty.

River Person: Hope can be found in the strangest of places. River Person has gone quiet. Communicating through actions rather than words. Ferrying those who are worthy and drowning those who aren't. They drown very few people though. They try to see the good or rather potential for good in everyone. They believe there is hope for this world. That people can and will change. And that one day very soon peace will be returned. Until then they'll just hum their little tune in their riverboat and pray for a better tomorrow.

Annoying Dog: God has left this world

Asriel: Hopes and Dreams are a thing of the past. Asriel was born in a world with no Hopes, no Dreams, no Love. They befriended Chara but were distant from the rest of their family. They helped Chara move in their wheelchair and wanted to believe humanity was good....but one day disaster struck. Asriel and Chara were picking flowers. Chara knew very little about flowers and made a pie with them for Asriel's 12th birthday.....and poisoned him. The buttercups they picked poisoned the young monster and he passed away soon after.... As Flowey he blames Chara for everything. For the way the underground is. For the way he is. And for giving him hope that humanity was capable of anything but cruelty. He hates humans he hates monsters and wants them all to burn in hell alongside him. Even after regaining his true form he's covered in melting scars like a decaying corpse. Because some wounds never heal.

Chara: The first human who fell. They climbed Mount Ebott to bring joy to Monsterkind but ended up falling and breaking countless bones. They became wheelchair bound but Asriel and Toriel cared for them. They loved flowers and baking but weren't good at recognizing flowers. This lead to Asriel's death. Chara was stricken with grief and blamed them self which may be why they didn't fight back when Asgore killed them. It's said that when you enter the King's throne room you can still hear their laughter.

Gaster: His fall into the Core was no accident. He saw the decent of Monsterkind. And didn't want to around long enough to see it. So he fell into the Core. However even in death monsters are doomed to suffer. As he didn't die. He's stuck watching the world he tried to help spiral into hell unable to help. In intense pain his new goal is finding a way to put this world out of its misery.

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 8- Licht/Frankenstien's Monster

Paper Dolls

I was not expecting this story, or this twist when I first looked at this prompt. Because when I did just give myself permission to just try and write anything that came to mind, even if it was utter garbage. This happened. lol. So, enjoy.

As always, huge thanks to @borealwrites for their amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List.

Monster March 2024 Day 8- Licht/ Frankenstien's Monster

Paper Dolls

You were running with your baby, you didn't know where you were running to. Just that you were running. With nothing but clothes on your back, your baby girl wrapped and swaddled in blankets in your arms, clutched to your chest as you tried to flee through the woods. You just knew you couldn't be trapped in that damn house, with that monster who had the audacity to call himself your husband another minute. 

You didn't know if he would chase after you or not. But you didn't care. You couldn't do this to your daughter. You loved her too much to have her grow up being just like you. Living and giving everything for someone, some man, some vicious beast- who would only look at her and only value the labor she would give, or only see her beauty and feel entitled to it. To her heart, to her soul. The way your beast of a husband had felt about you and yours. 

She was still so young and you hadn't fully healed from her birth yet, and your husband had taken relations from you so greedily to the point of extreme pain and hurt. And you knew he would not stop until you gave him a son, a precious heir. A son who would grow up to be just like him. Another monster. 

You couldn't do it. You didn't have the heart, the courage, the strength. 

But, you needed to save her. Your precious daughter. She deserved better. 

You had left that morning, with barely anything more than the clothes on your back and your daughter wrapped snugly in a few blankets. You had excused that you wanted to take her on a morning stroll in the gardens. It had taken you most of the morning to shirk his watchful eyes from the house. 

It had taken you longer to pretend that you were going nowhere and were just making circles on the grounds. 

Until finally, he was pulled away to do business by the late morning hour. He had his messenger boy sent to tell you he was going into town, right as you watched him ride away. 

He hadn't been over the hill 5 minutes before you slipped into the orchard and then the woods beyond them. The moment you were truly alone, you made a break for it. And you just ran. Ran away from the house, away from the town, away from everything you knew. You just ran. 

You heard something behind you and you looked over your shoulder, afraid it was somehow your husband, or one of his servants, or the hounds, sent to chase you down. You couldn’t hear or see anything but you felt something follow you. 

But then, you tripped and nearly fell on your daughter!

You braced against the forest floor with one arm, your daughter clutched against your chest, between you and the forest floor. But she startled and was now crying and you knew that was sure to lead who you were fleeing from, straight to you and her. 

“Shh Love, sshhhh.” You tried to shush her in a soft whisper started to cry and whimper. Then that's when you heard the hounds barking, the horses hooves. He was going to find you! You looked around, trying to see where you could run? Where could you hide? The forest got so dark in the evening, it was practically night under the heavy trees. 

That's when, you heard a door creek. And suddenly, in the small distance, a dilapidated mansion. But… There was an odd… blue, wispy….glow? From inside? Like soft and faint candles buring behind blue colored glass were lit from within, you could faintly see the outlines of the windows against the otherwise inky darkness of the woods. 

But the door! It was open! You could hide inside! And perhaps use it for shelter! 

You didn't need think twice about this choice. You just found your feet and ran inside as the door shut behind you. But the moment you came inside, it grew a bit lighter in here. Indeed the windows were actually stained glass. The mansion, while looking abandoned on the outside, showed no such signs inside. It was shockingly immaculate. There were fires burning in fireplaces, candles in the candle holders, showing off the rich interiors, there was a warmth and a comfort here. There was a warm inviting feeling that seemed to soothe you and your daughter. You walked to one of the windows by the door and looked to see who or what was following you, while also making sure that neither you, nor your daughter could be seen from within. Your vantage point allowed you to see, you had stumbled onto the path leading to the front of the house from the woods on the side.

It took several long moments for you to finally hush your daughter into silence instead of her soft cooing and occasional squeal. You had to pull a breast out to nurse her to get her to fully calm down and stay quiet as you tenderly wiped the tears away from her eyes and yours before a chair seemed to appear at your back before you gingerly sat down, and breathed in relief to finally be sitting for the first time that day. 

But no sooner, had that happened before your husband and his game warden tracked your tracks to the house. 

“What is this house? I've never seen this house before in my life, who lives here?!" Your husband demanded of the game warden who looked as white as a sheet, like he was staring at a ghost.

"There....there's a story of a haunted house in these parts...it got haunted by the Lord, bringing back some ancient cursed things from the Pharohs of Egypt my Lord. But that was in my granddad's time My Lord. I think...I thought...only. I don't remember any house like this ever being here. I was told that anyone who crossed over onto these grounds would get cursed with the mummy's curse too! If My Lady be here, you're better off getting a new one! She's not worth it, even if she be carrying your heir! You're better off saying she fell to he her death in a ravine than continue to chase her here. Because anyone coming from here are not going to be the same once they cross the grounds." The Game Warden pleaded.

"Nonsense! There is no such thing! Curses are only for the stupid and superstitious! Surely, the man of the Estate must be home. And he must help me on my quest to find my wife. I am Lord Rascude after all. And this estate is not large enough befitting a true lord." Your husband sneered.

"Come now, every great house must have a name. I think I see one that might be on this post on the drive." He insisted as he urged his horse to walk forward before the horse stopped at the gate, that was currently open as you leaned back in the chair, as if he could even see you from his vantage point.

"Ah, this is Lord Pharuze's estate of Baiscora. It's practically French. Damn French Devil!" He sneered as he tried to urge his horse forward but the horse refused to move, and instead nearly spooked and bucked him off before he got off and hit it and gave the lead to the ground's keeper before he marched to the front door and banged on the door.

"Lord Pharuze! I am Lord Bartholemew Rascude the fourth! I demand to speak with you! My wife has gotten lost in the woods and must have followed your drive! I demand that you return her to me at once! She’s mine! She carries my son! She needs to return home as soon as possible!" He bellowed as you used your feet to move the chair you were sitting in back and away as your couldn't help but your entire body started shaking as you started sobbing as quietly as you could before a warm blanket was wrapped around your shoulders.

"There, there now, how can I help you My Lady?" Came the most gentle, serene, comforting voice you had ever heard before.

"My name is Estelle, Estelle Rascude, and this is my daughter, Phelicity. She's only 4 weeks old. She's not meant to be out yet. But that man banging on your door is indeed my husband. But please, do not open that door. Do not answer him and do not send me away with him, for if you do, I won't survive the night." You begged as you looked up at a figure who had a hood and a heavy cloak on him, as if he just had come in from outside, in the back of the grounds.

"It is clear you are quite frightened of him. Has he hurt you before?" He asked before you nodded as more tears fell down your cheeks before your crying prompted your daughter to start crying.

"That is them crying now! Give me what is mine gods damn you!" Bart screamed at the top of his lungs as you winced like his very words were striking you again.

"Were you trying to run away?" He asked as he seemed to crouch next to you as your vision of him blurred with your tears as you could only nod and try to soothe Phelicity.

"I can't live like that anymore. I can't have Phelicity growing up- being punished for simply crying becuase she was hungry or because she needed changing and her nanny was trying to break her bond with me and yesterday, I could only nurse her when she refused a bottle all day. She was so hungry, she starved, all day yesterday and today, she has drank as soon as my milk has come in and drank until I had no more milk to give. Especially when my husband has put me on such a harsh diet to lose all my baby weight. She's just a baby. She needs her mother. A mother was not meant to be seperated from her baby this young." You sobbed.

"I agree." He soothed as he reached out to rub soothing circles into your back from his gloved hand.

"I hate to trespass, but I am so desperate. Please, I'll do anything to keep her safe. I'll work morning, noon and night if I have to. Just so I can divorce that horrible man at your front door. He surely must know I've been unhappy. Surely he must know that I tried to run away and if you turn me over, he will kill me. And then poor Phelicity..." You sobbed.

"That's not going to happen. You are not going to leave with him. And you are welcome to stay as long as you like, as my guest." He invited.

"Thank you. I hate to be an imposition." You offered.

"No imposition at all. I'm relieved that you could find refuge here." He offered.

"And if you are indeed cursed, you can keep the girl, take her worthless soul for all I care! But my wife is mine! And my son is mine! Give her back! I call upon all the gods and devils I took her in a solumn vow and I have been faithful in my vows! She needs to live up to hers! If you need a babe to keep on living if this house is take the girl! But leave my wife and my son out of it!” He screamed at the house. 

“Please, don't listen to that that vicious and cruel monster. He has not been faithful in his vows to me. And, heaven forbid, if I am carrying a son, I can’t imagine that he would not grow and become just another monster in his father’s image in his father's house. To plunder the weak and abuse the innocent, same as his father has done to me and everyone else I have ever known.” You cried and whimpered, your voice never getting higher than a whisper as you could practically feel his gaze look you over and look pointedly at the bruises your husband had left on you the night before that you had exposed in order to nurse your daughter. 

"No, just him is monster enough in the world. But, it seems he will not leave until he is satisfied that you as his wife, are not here." He began.

"And he can go home and get our marraige license with the sherrifs to come and take me away anyway." You sobbed.

"Then make it null and void. Here, if you put this on. You can at least pretend to be my wife instead. And the wife you once were, will be no more. And he will never have cause to enter that door." He said before he offered you a wedding ring before you readily slipped the wedding ring to the monster at the front door off your finger and replaced it with this one. This one actually fit you better and suited you better anyway. It was made of black gold and it’s bright white diamonds blue and purple colored stone practically glowed before you offered him the old ring, which he gently took from your hand.

"Welcome home Beloved, excuse me while I deal with this uninvited and unwelcome visitor." He offered as he slipped the ring into a pocket in his vest and strode towards the door.

The door creaked open and a figure, dressed from head to toe in exquisite luxury and wearing a most unusual mask was suddenly visible to you before he left the house, only to take a single step out onto his front porch since your husband was now, moving away from the door and trying to look in the other windows.

His house now seemed even brighter, as chandeliers on the cieling became alight and even more warm and inviting, as you could start to see more of it inside, but still, your ex-husband could not look in and see you, nor your daughter. 

"Who are you and what are you doing on my grounds?" Lord Pharuze snarled angrily.

"I am Lord Bartholemew Rascude the fourth. I have tracked my wife's tracks here. She must be taking shelter in your home. I demand that you return her to me." Bart demanded.

"Lord Rascude, I am Count Pharuze and I just came home from Venice only moments ago and your screaming and banging on my doorstep has upset my wife Countess Pharuze, and my newborn daughter. And no other is in the house except for my servants. I do not have anyone within my house who does not belong there. Nor do I have anything within my possession that doesn't belong to me either. You are a Lord, but your manner is of a raving lunatic. And while I can only hope that your behavior is out of concern for her wellbeing, I can promise and swear to you that I have not seen your wife because I was attending to my own so your search for her here is in vain.” Lord Pharuze maintained. 

“But her fresh track leads to right here!” Lord Rascude accused as he pointed to where you had fallen to your arm and knees.

"Really? Let's go see together shall we?" Count Pharuze invited as he walked with Lord Rascude back to the track.

"And what about those tracks there that go from here, over to these woods over here?" Count Pharuze directed him as he pointed them out.

“I'm sure if you were to continue following them you will see that it leads further on and elsewhere. Now, you are welcome to light a torch perhaps- to track her through my grounds. But should you try to search my home, I will retaliate and persecute you to the full extent of the law.” Count Pharuze gestured to where he had magicked a trail to continue on. 

"Yes, please forgive my insolent manner. You are right, I am worried sick about her. She should not have been out of doors. And she has no sense of direction. She could get lost in town square." Lord Rascude tried to play off as he did his best to remain composed.

"And I am quite sorry for the outlandish things I said in such a state." He tried to ammend.

"I too would be worried sick if my wife was lost with our daughter too. I can only hope you find her safe and sound. But as it is, I must attend to my own." Count Pharuze offered.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you wear the mask?" Bart asked.

"I had it made for a masquerade ball, I was showing it off to my wife. Trying to "surprise" her. But it didn't go as planned." Count Pharuz offered as he took it off to reveal a phantom face that he could support for short while.

“Then I thank you for your generosity.” Lord Rascude nodded before he and the others used the very lanterns that had began to burn brither, to light torches to look for you more on the false track before they went off and Count Pharuze put the mask back on and breathed in relief to not have to put up a fantom face over his head for too much longer as he returned into the house as you noticed that all of the lights simply had a small halo of faint blue around the otherwise golden flames.

"Thank you." You thanked him once he came inside as you practically slumped in the chair.

“Come My Lady, you need to eat. A banquet is ready for you.” He offered before he came over and offered you his hand to get up as the curtains were drawn over the windows to shield you from the prying eyes of anyone. The house may have looked abandoned on the outside at first, but now that you were inside, you didn't realize the house itself- reflected you and the reflected the new life of your daughter, which is why the house now looked practically modern.

You were delighted that inside it was even grander and in better condition than any other you had ever seen. Fresh flowers were in the vases and the banquet table was full of a fresh feast that looked freshly plated and smelled practically divine. He sat you down at one end of the table, where all the food was around and sat you down in yet another fine chair before a bassinet seemed to roll itself over to your side. 

“In case you’d like to eat with both hands. Nothing in this house will harm either you or your daughter.” He warmly offered. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him before you gingerly put your daughter into the bassinet, happy that she was happy to lay there and coo at a dangling mobile over the bassinet so that you could really eat, and not just a portion that your husband felt was “appropriate” but could eat to your satisfaction for the first time in your adult life. 

But Count Pharuze was on the other end of the table and writing something out. 

“Is that our own marraige contract that you’re writing out?” You asked once you slowed in your eating to take note of what he had been doing the whole time, apart from sipping on a glass of wine, but not really eating himself as the mask had changed to cover just his upper face, leaving the mouth clear so he could eat.

“A more official looking marraige license, yes.” He confirmed as you seemed to pause and sigh in defeat before you looked over to your daughter. Any price you would have to pay to secure her future, would be worth it. You didn���t care if you had to sign your life away, if it meant she could be free, free of the life you just left. 

“Do you not care for contracts?” He guessed as his quill continued to write out the pretty letters on the pretty piece of parchment paper. 

“It’s not that I do not care for them, for they are how rule of law and order can be possible.” You tried to use your better words that you had learned while you had been married to your husband. 

“But?” He paused to look up at you. His blue eyes, practically glowing from under the mask. 

“But I can only trust that you will be honest and true to the agreement that we made. I am not learn-ed. I can not read. And only sign a scribble of what my husband has taught me to be my initials. on my former marraige contract.” You confessed before he seemed to look back down as the mask itself…seemed to show a confused frown over his eyes as his lips were bit into a fine line.

“Bart married me because I was young, unlearned, naive and pretty. And has only taught me the bare minimum to be the Lady of his house, to be his wife. I only converse with the Housekeeper, Mrs. Larken. She takes care of everything. Everyone, including me, answers to her when they do not answer to Lord Rascude. The only joy she allowed me to have was drawing and painting, for needlework was too dangerous, that I might prick my own fingers and risk losing a drop of blood. She is…she was his nanny and her granddaughter was supposed to be Phelicity's. Everything in that house is to her liking and Bart's tastes, and to follow my husband’s family’s traditions. I was little more than a slave, bought and paid for, to serve to warm my last husband’s bed and birth his heirs and nothing else. I only got to host a single ball before I came to be with child, and my husband and Mrs. Larken practically confined me to my chambers the whole time. Today was the first day since I gave birth to Phelicity, that I was allowed outside the house, which has never been more than my prison since I entered it.” You explained as he listened but just kept shaking his head as his mask showed a face of disgust. 

“So what work will you have me do while I’m here?” You asked him. 

“First and foremost, the only work should ever do here, is get an education. It is unthinkable that you sign anything without first being able to read and understand what you would be signing. Otherwise, you will have your own suite of rooms and the house and it’s grounds are yours to enjoy as you wish, with only my own private suite of rooms- would need to have my permission to enter, as I too will seek your permission to enter yours. I will never touch you or your daughter without your freely given consent. Just the same that I would expect you to respect my person in that respect.” He specified. 

“But, I fear you will not be able to host any kind of ball, or party, with anyone other than just the three of us in attendance. For many do not dare even approach this house. You may change your suite of rooms to suit you, however you would like them to be, in any color you wish that strikes your fancy and change it as many times as you would like. And you may even change this house to suit you if you wish. You may wear any manner of dress and clothing you find comfortable and suitable. You may eat whenever you are hungry and sleep whenever you are tired. You have still just given birth and yet you fled for your life and the life of your daughter. You are rightly exhausted, you need to rest and recover at your own pace, and that should never be hurried for any reason. And should you need anything that this house does not have, all you need to do is tell me, and I will have it brought to you. And once you do learn how to read and write, then I will have you read this contract and sign it to put it into effect. Otherwise, I will hope that you will enjoy your stay here.” He offered with a kind smile. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him as your heart swelled with gratitude. 

“I understand that you have been deprived of society for the last year. I do have a carriage that can take you into town. But considering that some might still know and remember what you look like as the former wife of your former husband, that ring I gave you, should be able to change your appearance enough that none will recognize you, not even your former husband, should he be standing before you and looking straight at you. You can create yourself anew here. And re-enter society as Countess Pharuze. Pick any first name that you want to. Pick any family you want to, even your old one and they will create new memories of you. It will be as if you were either the twin or the sister of your former husband’s wife if you’d like. And while there hasn’t been a Lady Pharuze in quite some time, if you wish to be known as such, you can receive invitations to attend parties, but you will have to attend them without me, because I can not take a single step off of my own property.” He specified. 

“That is very kind of you, and very…considerate. Thank you.” You thanked him gratefully. 

“You’re welcome. Please, eat to your satisfaction. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go make a doll.” He went to excuse himself.

“A doll?” You repeated. 

“Your husband is going through the woods, looking for you still. I want him to find a doll of you, to think he recaptured you, and your daughter. But she will be one of paper. Like a puppet. Brought to life for only as long as we shall need her to be. But it's important for you to know that the moment he would ever bring harm to it- it will damage beyond repair and break apart that much fast and he will be left with the hollow shell he tried to make you into- in his own way.” He specified. 

“Can I watch?” You asked, fascinated that he had that kind of supernatural power. 

“Are you sure you will not be scared to see your own image like that?” He posed. 

“It will be a paper doll. A puppet. With, what I'm imagining, are invisible strings for you to pull. She will save me and save Phelicity from him. I want to make sure that the doll will impersonate me perfectly so he will accept her as me and take her and not look for the real me, and our real daughter to cause either of us any more harm, ever again.” You insisted. 

“Very well. Take your time finishing dinner, and enjoying dessert. We have all night. My grounds are large and quite expansive. He will only be able to find the doll at sunrise.” He proposed. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him as the dishes themselves seemed to move and rotate on the table, so that you could get a little of everything before dishes, of pies and cakes and sweets seemed to shuffle towards you once it was clear you were getting full of the first real dinner feast since your own last wedding banquet. But you supposed, this was your second wedding banquet. But you did not fear for tonight like you had the previous one.

He said he wouldn’t touch you and you believed him. It was clear that he wasn’t out to take any more advantage of you. But then, you wondered if you really were with child yet again. And wondered about your unborn son, if you were even pregnant. But you didn’t think he would be this kind or generous with you, if you weren’t. Maybe his magic could tell that you were indeed pregnant again, with a baby boy. 

Maybe you were the real monster, thinking that maybe you could offer up a baby that had yet to really grow inside you like your daughter had. That was only just planted as a seed in your womb that had yet to even sprout as you placed a hand over your still pregnant looking belly. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked once he noticed that you seemed to be deep in thought as you touched and caressed your belly. 

“I feel ashamed, that I likened that man to a monster, when, maybe I’m the real monster, running away and stealing his children at the fist sign of trouble.” You murmured as you looked from your belly over to the bassinet. 

“You are not a monster. You were just desperate to escape that prison that that beast had unfairly locked you into. And of course, it would be natural that if he would use such violence on you when you were already weak and vulnerable that the violence would only escalate from there. I only offered you and your child or children, whatever the case may be to shelter here. And you took me up on my offer. You owe me nothing else. And while I did use a technicality to send him away, the only thing I would have for any child that you would have here- would be my heir. Who could inherit this house and this estate, rightfully and legally. And you can continue to live here the rest of your life, and raise any number of your children up here- how you see fit. Make sure that their education matches their station. That they would grow up, as kind and as loving as you, as healthy and strong as possible and grow up to have loving families and children of their own some day. And you can still learn and then teach your daughter to be a Great Lady in her own right. To have her own independence, her own wealth, and live her own life how she would like to and to never be at the mercy of anyone, ever again.” He offered. 

“In a moment of desperation- you offered me an heir, same as any wife would give her husband. You took my ring and my name and my home as yours, same as any other wife does. And all marriage is- is just a legally binding contract. But, such a contract, especially between us- is not written yet. It’s not signed yet. You can choose to be bound to me for as long as you wear that ring. Or any other that would strike your fancy. It’s always going to be your choice to decide what is best for yourself and your daughter, or any other child you would bear. I know you feel now, that you may have just traded one evil for another, but, I am not evil, I am not a devil. I just happen to be cursed at the present moment. But you are not obligated to free me of said curse. It is my own fault for being stupid in my own youth- to spite my own father for my own reasons. and you and your daughter or any other child you would have here, have nothing to do with it.” He clarified. 

“Otherwise, I have seen this play out far too many times over the years. Where men feel entitled to women and use them up and do not live up to their true purpose- to provide for and to protect their wives and their children from all harm. And are instead, the greatest threat and harm to their wives and families. They may have been taught noble manners but they lack noble character. But you have always had a noble character. Which supersedes any and all other kinds of nobility. Blood is just blood, no matter whose veins it runs through.” He offered. 

“Thank you, that helps me feel much better.” You offered as you dug into slice of berried cheesecake. 

“Hopefully assured and reassured.” He smiled politely and fondly. 

“Yes, those words.” You nodded tiredly. It had been a big day.

"Is it the curse that is the reason you wear the mask?" You asked.

"Yes." He confirmed.

"At least the mask itself changes expressions for you. And hopefully it's comfortable for you to wear." You offered hopefully.

"It is. Thanks. Maybe I can heal my face to the point that I don't have to wear it all the time." He smiled as he put the marraige license he had been working on away and instead seemed intent to make a list.

"What are you writing now?" You asked.

"A list of things that you will need in your room so that Phelicity's nursery and your bedroom will be one and the same for as long as you will want or need them to be." He offered.

"Thank you." You thanked him gratefully. Touched by his thoughtfulness.

Once you had practically stuffed yourself, the dishes recovered themselves and the bassinet rolled beside you as you walked with him into another room before he had you look into a special mirror before he used special strips of paper to build a doll on an invisible mold behind it. 

“There, and now if you will please pick up Phelicity so she can look into the mirror so I can get her likeness too.” He requested before you picked her up and held her so that her image would be captured on the mirror’s surface as he took yet more and more strips of paper to create her in your doll’s arms.

Then once the doll was complete, he used a special palate of paint to put the fine details onto the doll and it’s own doll of your daughter. 

It was when he painted a face, that looked exactly like yours that you got a sense of uncanny. But her eyes only opened so he could paint them to match your own before they closed again. 

“If you are disturbed, you can leave.” He offered. 

“She will need my voice won’t she?” You offered. 

“You have already spoken enough to me that she will sound just like you. As will Phelicity.” He offered as he put the finishing touches on the baby. 

“Is my bruising really that bad?” You asked as you came over to look at the doll and see where he had painted the hurt your former husband had given you, on her otherwise unblemished skin. 

“Yes, but she will do what you wished you could do. Expose him for the monster that he is. If he touches this doll with anything but the most gentle of touches and caresses, she will bruise and will not heal like you can. The baby, will never grow bigger than it is right now. And she will need to continue to nurse. And if he brings any harm to the baby doll, he will lose both. And everyone will rightfully assume he killed both with his bare hands. And then others will have no choice but to see him as he really is and the way you’ve correctly come to view him as- a monster.” He offered. 

“But won’t others get suspicious when the baby fails to grow and thrive?” She asked. 

“No, only he will get suspicious but by the time he finds out the truth, it will be too late. And he will be ruined. People believe what they want to believe and will see what they want to see. What he will see, is his wife, who just happened to take the baby too far on a walk in the woods and got lost. Who wasn’t trying to run away at all. And who will be happy that he rescued her from the woods. He will not be surprised at her lack of intelligence or her simple nature because he never bothered to see your depth or complexity. He will happily pump her paper body full of his own seed that will rot and go to waste and make his own bed smell like pile of refuse. And should he cause her delicate flesh any harm, it will show it, and the more he harms her, the faster she will break down. His daughter will scream and cry should she be separated from her mother and it will haunt the entire house, if not the whole neighborhood. He will want peace and quiet in his house, so he will have no choice but to leave the baby doll with the mother doll. And he will continue on like that for as long as wants to, for as long as his willful ignorance will either insist or allow. If anything he will be happier with the doll than he ever was with you. The housekeeper will be content to keep her control over the house. And the doll will be happy to make your former home it’s doll house to play house in. And should anyone try to play rough with her, she will play rough in return.” He grinned. 

“Can I hug you?” You asked. 

“Sure.” He nodded before he moved the palette away before you hugged him and even pressed a sweet kiss to the cheek of his mask.

“Thank you, for everything.” You thanked him. 

“What, what is your name Count Pharuze? Or should I just keep calling you Count Pharuze?” You asked. 

“It’s been quite a while since I had a name. And I don’t…I don’t think I even remember it. I know Pharuze is what’s engraved on gate of the house. But…you can call me whatever you would like to.” He invited. 

“My Dear then?” You hoped. 

“My Dear will suit just fine.” He nodded with a bashful smile of his own.

“Then in that case, don’t forget to put the wedding ring on her finger before you send her off. I’m going to go to bed My Dear. I hope you find peace and rest tonight too.” You offered as she happily withdrew and went up the stairs, letting the lights lead you to your rooms as Phelicity was happy to coo and babble in your arms. As she looked so much happier and even healthier now.

“Good night Beloved.” He called after you, pleasantly surprised you seemed so eager and ready to adjust to this. As he wondered just how depraved that monster that went by the name of Lord Rascude would have made a sweet creature like you to ever be so desperate in the first place. 

He looked to the image still captured on the mirror of you to make sure his work was a perfect replica. He slid the ring onto her finger and then breathed life into her body as well as into the baby’s body before he gave her- her orders and her purpose before he walked her out of the house and to move with superhuman speed through the woods to meet back up with Lord Rascude. 

The way Count Pharuze saw it, he was already at least half way to breaking this curse. Relieved he could rescue yet another young lady who just needed to be cared for properly, loved and nurtured to become her full realized self. He had felt on the edge of madness from solitude. But with you and your fresh life crossing the threshold, it was like he was made young and fresh and new again, except for the curse on his physical person.

But starting today. He was a loving husband again, and a father of a darling daughter again. Even if you weren't pregnant with another, Phelicity was already more than enough. She could be his heir, same as any son could be. The heavens and hell knew he had more than enough wealth for such a purpose. As he was happy and grateful that he offered you the invitation to find refuge here. To find a new life for yourself, here. The house already seemed to respond and mirror the new, fresh life you had once you entered it. You would nurture it, the same as your own daughter and they would all benefit.

You were already so happy and content, just to be safe, and sound in this safe haven. And to secure a new place for yourself with him. And he could only hope that you would continue to tolerate the uncanny, continue to find peace, comfort and happiness here. And that if your rooms were to ever reconnect to his once again. That your marital union would be happy and as satisfying as any meal you would have from his table from today onward.

[thelighthouseandthekraken]

My thoughts on The Kisses™

a OFMD/Good Omens crossover post

context: @msblueberrybi posted about how some people find the kisses from each show awkward and I responded from my main blog that I have at least 4 thoughts about it, to which msblueberrybi asked me to elaborate

this got long 😅 apparently I had more than 4 thoughts

Although people compare the two shows often, I find them extremely different in many ways so my thoughts will be separated by show. I've also watched OFMD more than GO so my thoughts will be more fleshed out for OFMD.

OFMD

So. First of all, I was so surprised when I found out people didn't like Ed and Stede's kiss. That kiss rocked my world. When I first saw that kiss, I started stimming and smiling and I rewatched it at least 5 times before finishing the episode. It was perfect to me.

I did notice it felt a bit "awkward" but that awkwardness felt like it came from the fact that Stede wasn't expecting the kiss, their mindsets at the time, and they were sitting beside each other on a rock.

Now I think Ed and Stede have kissed people before. Unless Calico Jack was completely lying (possible but I think unlikely), Ed and Jack had some sort of sexual relationship and I expect there was at least some sexy kissing involved.

Stede would have at least kissed Mary. They probably didn't kiss often, but as they had children together and both tried to make the marriage work in their own ways throughout their time, I imagine some uncomfortable kisses were exchanged in their marriage.

The beach kiss would have been the first time they kissed someone that they actually loved. WHICH brings me to my next thought, Stede hadn't accepted that he was in love with Ed yet and his guilt about his family was catching up with him. Ed makes Stede happy, but Stede hadn't accepted that he was even allowed to be happy. Stede gave up his whole life to be happy as a pirate and that got swept away, and his co-captain seems to have accepted defeat, his family thinks he's dead, and his found family is away at sea. Stede has a lot going on in his head when Ed finds him at the beach.

Then his co-captain softly declares that Stede makes Ed happy and kisses him just to be sure his meaning is felt.

Then there’s Ed. Ed says in episode 4 that he's tired of it all. He was so bored and sick of it all that when we first spend quality time with him as an audience, he's okay with dying because at least it's something new. That coupled with his PTSD and being trapped in these cycles of violence, he doesn't see a way out besides killing Stede and stealing his identity or dying himself. In episode 7, he declares that he's not the type to lay idle and he needs a new adventure. The loss of Izzy hit him hard, I think. He feels restless. Lucius calls him out on the fact that he likes Stede and that Stede likes him and if he doesn’t do something about it, he’ll die alone. Edward has been shown to be deeply lonely and yearning for closeness. He is devastated that he doesn’t have friends, he blames himself for it, and he has been shown to cling to closeness through his codependent relationship with Izzy (on full display in episode 10) and his relationship with Calico Jack. (and fair enough, the man’s been through significant trauma. I totally understand why he can’t disconnect from those relationships easily.)

Throughout the show, Ed sees another way in Stede, just as Stede sees another way within Ed. Ed's found a man who wants to do things in a gentler way but will also burn down a ship of assholes for him, and although Stede doesn't always understand the realities of being a pirate, he's shown he can handle himself on the sea in his own ways. (the lighthouse fuckery, burning down the party boat, knowing how to get stabbed, unhand me or bleed)

But in episode 8, he goes with Jack because he’s afraid Stede is “seeing him for who he is” and Edward thinks “who he is” is a monster. When they are reunited, Stede is so happy to see him and be with him, even in the face of death, it shifts something in their relationship, imo.

Once he finds a way to save Stede, he finally has a way out. He had been Blackbeard for so long. Them being somewhere relatively safe, where they are fed and clothed, is a new chance for Ed. He doesn’t have to worry about being mutinied, or Izzy’s opinions, or pirate culture (“we’re all at various stages of fucking each other over”) getting in the way. They don’t have appearances to keep up anymore or crews to manage. And to top it off, he's with Stede. Together. When Ed kisses Stede, he wants it to be clear that he is in love with him. The kiss is a film staple of romantic intention within the romcom/romance genre, so Ed kissing him was him unequivocally showing his love. But Ed is insecure. He doesn’t know 100% how Stede is feeling, so the kiss for Ed is a risk. He was probably nervous as all hell. Stede is the only person (in his mind, I have Further Thoughts about his possible connections with the Revenge crew but that’s for another post) who accepts him for who he is. Stede is his only friend, and that’s a heavy thing for Ed.

I think people are so used to Hollywood perfection in everything that seeing a more realistic first kiss, one that doesn't look as polished as they would expect, makes some people genuinely uncomfortable. They'll see these two middle aged men, who have never had a real friend or been in love with someone who sees them for who they are underneath their facades, kiss each other for the first time, and get uncomfortable with the awkwardness that those experiences could bring.

Good Omens

Now this kiss is different because it is a different genre, different story, different characters. I think the intention behind the kiss is similar from a character perspective. In part, Crowley wants to let Aziraphale know that what he is experiencing is love.

I think Crowley realized over the course of this season that(and how) he loves Aziraphale, and I think the show is making space for that to be another earthly pleasure that the two indulge in that Heaven and Hell don’t understand. There are no canon married couples or romantic partners in Heaven or Hell to my memory. (Gabriel and Beelzebub don’t count because they ran away). This could be another thing that Heaven or Hell could wield against them. Not just loving someone on the opposite side, but loving at all.

To rewind, Crowley is coming from a place of believing that Heaven cannot be changed. There is strong evidence in the show that Crowley has had his memory erased, and its unclear how much he has been able to recover. We know he remembers that he was only cast out for “asking a few questions” but we don’t know if he remembers where in the Holy Hierarchy he sat. I believe he was extremely high up, the Prince of Heaven that The Metatron mentions during Gabrial’s trial. I can’t imagine them telling us that for any other reason, and he was creating the Universe at the start of season 2 so he was obviously high up.

Aziraphale believes that he can fix it from the inside and he knows they can never outrun Heaven. They will always be on guard, and he thinks The Metatron is giving him a way out. I don’t know if Aziraphale actually trusts The Metatron, but Aziraphale is smart. He sees an opportunity, so he takes it.

During their fight, they both are trying to make the other see their side without actually explaining themselves. They are rushed, both of them are panicking, and they are talking past each other. Aziraphale wants to create a Heaven where they can be safe and happy, and yes, he has A Lot to unpack in regards to his attitudes towards angels and demons (Good Guys and Bad Guys). He also wants to avoid a war that will kill humanity, because isn’t that what they fought so hard to avoid in season 1?

Crowley knows Heaven can’t be fixed. (I tend to agree with him but I don’t blame Aziraphale for wanting to try, especially because I doubt they’ll be able to thwart Heaven without their time apart, but I digress) Crowley sees Aziraphale wanting to go to Heaven as a rejection of him and of them. Aziraphale sees Crowley not wanting to come with him the same way.

I think Crowley kissed Aziraphale in an act of desperation but also to ground his feelings in the Earthly realities of their lives. Our ineffable spouses spent much of their existence on Earth, falling in love with it and its inhabitants, they’ve sort culturally assimilated in ways. They both love doing some things “the human way”, Crowley drives his Bentley, they both eat food and drink, Aziraphale learns stage magic and language, and reads books.

Crowley has heard Aziraphale talk about books often, but I think Crowley watches more films than they show us. I may be extrapolating too much, but when Crowley wants to drive Nina and Maggie together, he uses a trope from popular romance movies that he says he saw in “a Richard Curtis film". I am not super educated on his movies, but I’m pretty sure Richard Curtis has made multiple movies where people get rained on and then kiss. I am choosing to believe that Crowley has watched more than one romance film and the big “kiss-to-show-your-love-grand-gesture-at-the-end” is very very common across the board. And he uses it to express feelings he can't seem to get across in a physical way.

This kiss would look terribly awkward, because not only is it coming from a place of anger and desperation, I am firmly of the opinion that neither of them have ever kissed anyone before. Iirc, there is no canon evidence of them having any sort of physical or romantic relationship with anyone, so this kiss would have been their first. Aziraphale is totally overwhelmed because he loves Crowley just as much as Crowley loves him, but he was no way expecting this sort of direct and jarring act. I don’t even think this kiss was fully about love so much as it was about Crowley’s need to express something he couldn’t find the words to express. (Not to mention the storytelling aspect of it, which is making us an an audience sad and uncomfortable so we can inhabit a similar emotional space as the characters are.)

Human life is messy and complicated and not always pleasant. The kiss was an extension of their human-like experiences and life on Earth. A life Crowley wanted to continue but Aziraphale knew was impossible to maintain, with Heaven and Hell keeping such a close watch on them.

I think there was more I could have said but I’ve been writing this post for like 5 hours and I think I’m done now. In short, both kisses were perfect for what they were showcasing within the characters journeys and I will not stand for slander of them thank you goodnight.

[bloodtwin]

If they had a kid meme- THESE TWO! should be easy enough we've talk about it LMAO

IF THEY HAD A KID. // @silvertiefling

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name:  . . . Ember Blade Darlington . . .

Species: Werewolf, ❝ Tiefling ❞ ( Bhaalspawn )

Class: Barbarian / Rogue ( ？) <- little hunter like her parents vibes, yknow

Gender: Girlypop, she / her

General Appearance: Despite the fact that she looks like a tiefling like her mama, she is almost a carbon copy of Puck. She's kind of a miracle of extremely fucked up science in that she is just his severed finger chewed up & re-grown as a living, breathing creature. Thank you, Bhaal. Very cool.

( Obviously I couldn't actually make a carbon copy of Puck with a feminine frame, so I chose the face that had the most similar nose to his :~) I also gave her braids because Puck would absolutely braid her hair every day. I imagine when she's older she probably wouldn't actually have the same hairstyle she had as a kid LOL.  )

Personality: Now this is a mischievous little critter right here. She's definitely spoiled & it shows. Bossy, entitled, hot-headed, very stubborn. Bloodthirsty. She's got both of her parents' sailor mouths & an ego fit for royalty. Born to be a leader, considering her mom's an alpha werewolf & her dad's the head of a murder cult, so that just comes with the territory. 

However, Puck's big, beautiful heart is hereditary, so she also has a secret sweetness to her despite being raised by the most unhinged couple of all time. She may not be nice but she is kind when it matters most. I imagine she's also very sociable, probably a bit rowdy, because she's also getting babysat by an entire pack of werewolves on the side. Ha-ha, two anti-social freaks have to raise a little chatterbox. You're welcome.  

Special Talents: For sure an exceptional hunter. She's got a werewolf & a bhaalspawn as her parents, duh. Great aim. Loves knife-throwing. Learned it from her papa. :~)

Who they like better: Puck . . .   because someone went to go get milk five years ago & never came back. 🙄 Hehe no but I do think Ember would like Puck better simply because he's the more active parent. He is, after all, the one who actually wanted children in the first place LOL. 

Even though this is BT Puck therefore a more distant Puck because he's afraid of hurting Ember, he is still an incredibly loving, nurturing father who cares very deeply about his daughter & would do just about anything for her. However, I think Puck would be more overbearing & wayyy more over-protective than a post-BG3 Puck would be. I can see an angsty teen Ember liking Katya more because she's the fun parent who doesn't hover over her all the time. Though once she's out of that phase I think she'd probably go back to liking Puck more. At the end of the day, she is daddy's little monster. 

Who they take after more: . . .  So sorry for making everything about Puck, I don't mean to. Alas, this child is literally his finger, so I do think she's a lot like him, but she's a bit more abrasive than he is due to Katya's influence. Probably isn't as high-strung about rules & morality as Puck is. 

I think it's also Katya's fault that Ember has absolutely zero self-preservation, too. Both parents are incredibly, stupidly reckless, but Puck would at least try to teach her to be careful. In fact, he would insist upon it, but I don't think this lesson will ever stick in her brain because she has Katya's need for chaos. 

Personal Headcanon(s): Her real favorite is actually Auntie Iago. They keep her safe during daddy dearest's, ahem, episodes. Because of course he gets murder urges towards his own daughter. ( Not that said daughter doesn't also have murder urges because she absolutely does. He helps her manage those. ) So Iago taught her important lessons such as Self-Defense 101 & How to Play Dead. Also whimsy. She gets her whimsy from Iago. They used to play pretend together when she was itty bitty. :~) 

I also think it'd be cute if baby Ember was similar to baby Puck in that she didn't speak for a very long time. Puck used to rely on Iago to speak for him, so maybe Ember relied on Iago too . . .  Or maybe she exclusively communicated in growls & barks, perhaps . . .  Relies on Katya to translate those.

[dragonanon]

Me: *Trying to go about my day like a normal person *

My brain: “What if we made a TADC OC that’s basically a slime monster girl, but she’s based on the kind of toy slime that has a bunch of cutesy objects in it?? And when she was a human she was a highly skilled and respected Intensivist working at an ICU?? And as a doctor, she was known for being gentle and compassionate to all her patients, and she treasured the staff members working under he?? And she saw all her staff as members of her family, and was fiercely protective of them?? But also while she always appeared extremely confident and well put together, deep inside she struggled daily with a massive inferiority complex and imposter syndrome?? Because she never believed she deserved any of the praise she received despite her work, and constantly felt the need to prove herself by going above and beyond in her work?? And all the plays into why she’s a slime girl now, because even though she always appeared as strong and confident in the surface, inside she’s soft and anxious??

And while she doesn’t remember her life prior to entering the Digital World, during times of crisis or when someone’s injured or at high risk of abstracting, suddenly doctor mode activates?? She quite literally pulls herself together and becomes completely solid like plastic, and gives off a strong aura of confidence and authority?? Thoughts, terminology, and emotions that are foreign yet seem SO familiar surge through her, and without really thinking about it she talking and acting just like she did as an ICU doctor; leading her to quickly take control of the situation with firm confidence before gently tending to the injured/abstracting individual. She doesn’t understand how she knows any of what she’s saying as she gently tends to, and or talks the individual back down from the edge, but it feels so natural to her! It’s like she was MADE to do this, and had actually done it many times before despite having no recollection of doing anything like this previously?? And as she slowly helps the individual ground themselves in reality once more, she’s still maintaining a perfect composure during the whole ordeal, not once showing just how afraid she really was and instead just remaining laser focused on helping the “patient” in front of her??

And it’s only when her “patient” has finally stabilized somewhat that she finally notices everyone staring at her in awe, and then she starts barking orders to everyone to get the “patient” back to their room so they can be admitted into the hospital for surveillance, and that she wants a full blood panel and PHQ-9 assessment completed while she fills out an incident report for the hospital’s records. And everyone is so taken aback/still in shock that they just kinda go along with it because she sounds so sure of herself no one knows how to argue otherwise.

It’s only when someone breaks out of their stupor enough to ask her how she did all that/what the heck happened that she snaps out of it, and she softens into her goopy self again as she tries to clumsily explain she has no clue what happened but was just overwhelmed by these sudden thoughts and emotions, and despite not knowing where any of it was coming from it felt like she just instinctively knew what to do and how to do it.

Someone points out to her that she looked and sounded just like a doctor back there, and that maybe that’s who she was prior to entering the Digital Circus. She doesn’t believe it, insisting that there’s no way someone like her could be a doctor, but everyone insists that she absolutely could be and that what she did was incredible?? And now she’s kinda the unofficial doctor of the circus despite still not believing she was, or could ever be, a doctor??”

Me: *Sitting on the couch letting my brain hyperfixate* 👁️👄👁️