#but i had to look up the others. they make sense ofc since. bones and atp

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

i will reduce you to your six essential elements

Um, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon, Nitrogen, Calcium, and Phosphorous?

Air, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Wood, and Metal (I can assure you I don't have some of these in me)? Or some secret other thing?

[spxllcxstxr]

Northern Attitude (I) • C.S

(Gif not mine)

Request: hey!! can i request something where you’re a targaryen and you’ve been sent to speak with cregan like jacaerys did on the show, but you’re quite soft spoken and feel lowkey intimidated by all these big burly northmen. and ofc some flirting with cregan and he makes you feel safe :) -- @sarahisslytherin

Summary: In the process of assuring Winterfell’s loyalty to your mother, you get close to Lord Stark

Warnings: fem!reader, you’re the daughter of Rhaenyra but I don’t specify the father so it can be more inclusive (older than jace), alcohol and eating mentions

Word Count: 1.3k

A.N: This wasn't going to be this long and then I got so into it. I'm actually really happy with how this turned out! Not just because it's actually over 1k words, but also because i really really like it! And I hope you guys enjoy it too!!

Part I | Read the last part here!

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The bitter cold of the North nips at your extremities even when housed inside the walls of Winterfell. This was a cold you felt right down to the bone, despite the furs your host had provided you with only hours prior when you arrived.

Since your arrival, you have occupied yourself in your chambers, flitting between the books on the shelves and the small hearth on the other side of the decent sized room.

It is not until late your host makes an appearance; matters from the Wall taking priority over the Queen's daughter. You held no ill will, knowing how important the Wall was for the Northmen closest to it.

The greeting outside of your chamber door goes smoothly; since birth you had to greet numerous Lords and Ladies, this one being no different. His charming looks, though stoic, catch you off guard. You take his offered arm before he guides you to the welcome feast.

Cregan leads you through the dark stone corridors of Winterfell, your arms intertwined as you hold onto the crook of his elbow. You feel his strong muscle through his many layers of thick fabric. Your footsteps echo along with the metallic rattling of your guards behind the two of you. The absence of conversation is comfortable, however, something you truly have not felt since the death of your Grandsire.

Beside you, Cregan practically radiates warmth which has you almost melting into his side. Despite the chill, his hands are uncovered, the palm of his hand rests on your arm, heating your covered skin beneath.

The sight of the rugged wooden doors causes you to stiffen almost immediately. The reality of your purpose for being at Winterfell cools your blood as it finally washes over you. You were here on behalf of your mother, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Swallowing uneasily, you attempt to calm your nerves.

Sensing your distress, Cregan leans closer to your frame. "Do not fret, Princess," He mutters kindly. "You have no one to convince except me—and I am already highly inclined to agree to your terms."

You do not spare your host a glance as your face burns. In front of you, the grand doors open, revealing a large hall and guests already rising for the two of you.

Your gaze glides over the bowing figures, all men, you notice. The only women in the hall were serving girls; stiffly standing at the ends of the room, pitchers full of presumably ale clutched in their hands.

Attempting to muster up a commanding presence was difficult when next to the Lord of Winterfell, for he commands the room with no effort. His men watch you as you continue to the other side. Their intense stares and built bodies making you nervous. Swords were strewn recklessly across their dining tables, bows and arrows litter the floor. In their eyes you were a defenseless babe crawling into a den of wolves.

The men in King’s Landing and Dragonstone were dangerous in a different way. Their sharp wit and web of lies could cut deep and kill. The men of the North, however, used their brute force and self-assured bravery to kill you just as dreadfully. Any one of these men could bloody you as you walk by them. This rattles you just as much as the plotting traitors back in King’s Landing does.

Taking a deep breath, you feel the soothing motions of Cregan's thumb tracing circles against your arm. The reassurance pulls you out of your spiral of thoughts. With your chin held high you continue to the front of the hall, the long wooden table already covered with food and goblets of wine and ale.

After a few words from both you and Cregan the feast begins and the once silent hall becomes almost deafening. There were plenty of jeers and jokes thrown around at your expense. If you had more fire in your blood like the rest of your family, you might have said something to stay their tongues.

You and Cregan make small talk, the two of you paying more attention to the plates on the table. By the time your appetite is sated the Lord of Winterfell had noticed your meek demeanor and timid glances at the drunk Northmen below.

"Pay them no mind, Princess," The warm light of the hall's hearth dance in Cregan's striking grey eyes. "These rowdy bastards lack decency after a drop of ale."

You scan Winterfell's great hall from your position at the high table. Cregan Stark's men were all in various states of disarray, though you suppose it’s only characteristic of Northerners. The room was loud, almost overwhelmingly so, with booming laughter and arguments that spanned across the tables.

"Not like Dragonstone, I presume?" At Cregan's soft yet baritone voice, heat creeps up your neck.

Your gaze turns to the Lord of Winterfell, a smile gracing his usually stoic face. "Not at all, my Lord. Dragonstone is more.."

"Boring?"

"Traditional," You finish, smile mirroring his own.

Cregan snorts. "Aye, you Southerners have quite the stick up the arse."

"Oh really now?" You lightly giggle, tilting your head as if to challenge the Northerner at your side. You drink from your goblet, the red wine sweet on your lips, eyebrows raised.

"Aye, Princess. I think you need a Northerner to invigorate your life down there."

You hum in response, the wine making your skin tingle. With your attention now solely on Cregan Stark, you feel yourself melting into comfort.

Cregan briefly pauses, looking into your eyes. They mirror an oncoming winter storm and you’re unable to look away.

“I have something to attend to, Princess. My men will escort you and your guards to your quarters.” He takes your hand in his, the delicate grip of such a strong man making you bite your bottom lip. “I will try to see you before the night ends.” With that, his lips meet your knuckles in a soft kiss.

Cregan heaves himself out of his seat, throwing you one last smirk before leaving you in the hall with your guards and the remaining feasting men.

With one last sip from your goblet, you allow yourself to be escorted to your chambers, tugging your fur cloak tighter around you.

The crescent moon is shining through your window when you hear three knocks on you door. Assuming that this late night visitor could only be Lord Stark, you rise from the bed, adorning the fur cloak your host had provided you earlier in the day.

The door creaks as you open it tentatively. Cregan stands at the threshold, wearing the same attire from the feast. You take note of the hint of pink on his cheeks and the red hue of the tips of his ears peeking out of his shoulder length brown hair. Whether this was a result of the North's bitter chill or something else, you do not know.

"Princess." He bows his head as he greets you.

"Lord Stark..." You breathe out, smiling at the man in front of you. "Is this visit based on the business of the Crown?"

"No, Princess, I just..." His low tone tapers off as he lifts his hand up in order to stroke you face. His fingertips feel warm against your skin. You wait with bated breath for his next move. Slowly, his fingertips trace down your delicate skin to hold your chin between his index and his thumb. He tilts your head up slightly. His stormy grey eyes never leave your own. "I just wanted to gaze upon your beauty once more before I fall asleep."

The maneuver has you practically trembling under your heavy furs. You wet your lips, his eyes only quickly following the movement before once again settling back on your eyes.

"I am happy to indulge in your desires...my Lord." You whisper, voice almost quivering.

"Sleep well, Princess," With that, Cregan removes his touch, though his warmth still lingers across your face. He bows once more before turning and walking down the stone corridor.

Slowly you close your chamber door, smiling lips pursed.

"Mother will be pleased." You sigh before sitting once more on your bed, thoughts of Cregan Stark dancing through your head.

•

[aklaustaleteller]

Hey so I was wondering i love angst and well I wanted to ask if you could write a one shot or it can be longer if you want to ofc if you like the idea if not then it's totally fine I understand.

So hear me out Y/n Is the original heretic and she's dating Klaus and one day she gets home ( she lives with the Mikealson's) and finds Klaus cheating on her with Camille so she obviously gets mad and as he tries to explain himself she asks for how long she's been cheating on her and he says a few weeks. But as he tries to explain himself again she breaks up with him and snaps his neck with magic not wanting to hear anything then she turn to Camille and uses her magic against her making her feel pain before knocking her out she then leaves the house and goes to a bar and then lucien enters the bar and notices Klaus's girlfriend there. He goes up to her and uses his charm to flirt with her but quickly notices she has been crying and asks what happened. She reluctantly tell him and he feels bad for her since he knows what it's like to go through a heart break ( AURORA) and asks if she would like to stay with him in his penthouse Y/n at firsts says no but then realizes she has no where else to go and agrees. Once they arrived to his house they continued drinking one thing lead to another and well yk what happened, the next morning she wakes up before Lucien realizes what happened but doesn't feel guilty because at least she wasn't in a relationship therefore free to do whatever she wants. As the time goes on, she gets closer to Lucien, and they secretly start dating, and she knew Klaus was looking for her she had heard from Elijah, but no one except Lucien knew where she was staying at. So fast forward to the dinner yk with tristen aurora lucien Elijah Klaus and Freya. Y/n asked lucien to let be a part of his plan. So she pretends that he also kidnaps her along with Camille, so lucien tells Klaus he has both Camille and y/n, who he had, like I said before looking for and obviously gets even more mad. She completely ignores Camille's attempts to say sorry/ explain herself but in the end she ' Helps' her escape and when lucien and Klaus arrive unlike in the show they are still there and we'll I Don't know what else to add but lucien endgame please and she makes sure to make Klaus suffer for cheating on her. Only if you like and are comfy writing this. If not, I completely understand you can change or add whatever makes you comfortable 💖

Down Bad

In the two weeks that Y/n had been gone, Klaus had turned out to be quite an unfaithful man. However, Lucien Castle has been down bad for Y/n since he first met her, in a bar drowning away her sorrows. And he'll do anything for her – even if it meant lending her a helping hand to torture a man.

Warnings - Conspiring, mentions of infidelity, drinking alcohol, some smut ...and yeah!

Word Count - 4.7k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

Hi hi hi!! I'm so sorry that I kept you waiting so long. anon, and I truly hope you enjoy reading the fic! Other than that, I didn't include any torture in the fic, simply because it didn't feel quite natural? I don't know, it's kind of an open ending (sorry!) Other than that, one thing you should know about me is that I'm a Klaus girly, so you should also know that writing this was hard for me JSFJAKFSH But for you anon, I wrote Lucien like he should totally belong to you! And once again, I really hope you all enjoy this fic!

It was a breezy morning. Leaves were drifting off of tree branches and smell of melancholy hazed everyone's senses.

Y/n was walking on wet cobblestones, her heels clicking as she walked against the harsh wind that also made her feel a bit alive. She could feel her magic coursing through her body; whether it was in her blood or her bones, she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of finding out and finally getting to that itch in her brain. 

She felt giddy, however, when she caught a whiff of the apple cider donuts from the bag she had cradled in the swing of her elbow. Having bought them especially for Klaus, she wouldn't mind too much sharing some with his siblings, who felt like they were hers too.

Turning around the corner, an excited squeak escaped her throat at the sight of all the Mikaelson siblings, except for the one who she loved in a faintly different way, standing just outside their mansion.

Rebekah saw her first and her troubled expression quickly melted into genuine happiness, with her mouth stretching into a full grin and her hands coming out of the coat pockets to welcome Y/n into her arms, who came running into them.

"God, finally the sun's out," Rebekah rasped, tightening her embrace and inhaling deeply. Y/n rubbed her back as she let go, blinking away her tears at the feeling of being someone who someone wanted around.

"Only for you," she sniffled and laughed, ignoring Kol's quick protest to that.

She had been away for two weeks, hosting and attending workshops as a fresh associate professor in the field of Forensic Science. She could still feel the exhaustion which had sunk deep into her bones and yet she up, out and about, because she had missed everyone too much to sleep in for one more hour. 

"I was thinking we could go apple picking?" Rebekah suggested with a blinding grin,  even though she probably wouldn't budge were Y/n to deny.

"Right now?"

Rebekah nodded furiously, her shoulders bunching up when a cold breeze traced her face. 

Y/n looked around, wondering if it was only her who could see the dreary weather and the dark circles underneath her eyes, and checked her wristwatch to confirm that it was legitimately half past ten in the morning.

When no one seemed to have come back to their senses and suggested a later time, Y/n faced her friend reluctantly.

"I guess we could," she began, her body uptight. "But let me see Klaus first," she quipped, her smile no more embarrassed than herself.

Elijah and Freya rolled their eyes, and Rebekah and Kol groaned. The latter duo never shied away from stating their opinion on just about anything.

"I'll be quick I swear," she touched her throat, and smiled sweetly. But no one budged.

Only Kol took away the paperbag from her to peek inside, laughing in delight when he opened it. And with his hand disappearing inside, his mouth took shape in a lopsided grin – "You didn't have to do this darling," he teased her. 

Y/n’s face had gone quite grim, and she snatched the bag.

"They aren't for you," she said through her teeth while smiling, and passed a quick pleading look to the blonde Rebekah standing beside her as she began her brisk walk inside after shooting Kol a quick, cautioning glare.

"I'd rather you not go!" Elijah shouted after her, his voice a little croaky from what she assumed was due to its lack of use. 

"Just, let it happen," Y/n heard someone murmur.

But she didn't say anything in return, literally running up the stairs, excited to see Klaus' reaction to his favourite sweet treat in the entirety of the world, and ready to beg him to join them on their little adventure.

She took long strides through the hallway, her heels clicking away whilst she unbuttoned her coat with one hand.  But it was when she reached Klaus' room that all thoughts flew from her mind, and she was left frozen on her ground, halted.

There he was, standing at the foot of his bed, looking still like what he had on the day Y/n had realised how stupidly she was in love with him. Seeing him after two weeks felt like she'd left her desk and come outside for a walk with a warm coffee clutched in between her palms.

He was looking at her too, just as caught off guard as she felt – by his mere beauty. And it made Y/n feel a certain kind of way; maybe it was the fact that she felt like she hadn’t been forgotten, or the fact that he was looking at her like she had seen him look back at his paintings.

But she also knew this – artists usually looked back at their piece of work with a fistful of critiques and flaws. And Y/n sighed, for she hated coming across her own lack of comparison skills. 

A shy smile played on her mouth and it was when she strolled a couple steps further into the room, that she noticed Camille on his bed – in lingerie.

"Camille?" Y/n spoke as softly as a breath in the winter, her voice visible only for a second before it disappeared into thin air.

She looked towards Klaus, who stood still even now. Then she put the bag of donuts on the desk beside her, her mind swarming with thoughts that made her feel too shameful to admit to herself.

"I'd say I'm very glad to see you," she began, her voice a little shaky like it wasn't prepared to utter the words waiting at the back of her throat.

"But I feel like I just interrupted something."

Y/n could suddenly feel her heart, and how heavy it was and how it was hammering against her chest so harshly that she feared it might burst into millions of shreds.

"Is either of you going to say something?" She let out an uneasy laugh, one that tasted quite bitter.

Camille broke out of her stance and instead of speaking to Y/n, she began to scramble for her things, reaching for Klaus' shirt that was lying right beside her on the bed once she was done tying back her hair in a bun.

Y/n felt all of the blood rush to her face, and she ground her teeth, not wanting to say something quite as dirty as she’d been done. 

"So we’ve reached this stage, huh," Y/n exclaimed; her eyes wild as she looked at Klaus. "My fucking god –," Y/n started, gasping loudly. “This isn’t the first time, is it?” She asked, sounding a little to glad upon connecting the dots. 

"You cheated on me," she stated, her bottom lip quivering having said it out loud. 

Klaus wasn’t even looking at her, his eyes taking in his carpet for the first time. 

Y/n turned to look at Camille, someone whom she had trusted and whose ears had gone pink and eyes, round, now. Camille cleared her throat under her glare and began to fidget.

"We were just breaking things off," she muttered, eyes set on the mattress.

Y/n took a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself and force her magic back down, something which was ferociously triggered as of now.

She turned around to face the wall, rubbing her face in order to merge the tears that had pooled in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she turned around, flailing her arms once before leaving them by her side – she didn't want to fold them across her chest and look as defensive as she felt.

Y/n wasn't going to lie, she had grown quite fond of Camille. Grateful with how much she had helped Klaus, but right now, as she stood in front of her, Y/n couldn't help but feel betrayal seep into her skin and crawl up her abdomen to clutch her heart.

Instead of a sister that Y/n'd never had, she could now see that Camille was a crook who was caught. She shook her head, unable to stand when she'd been stabbed in the back so brutally.

She had to leave, it was time to go. She'd promised Rebekah that she'd be quick.

Feeling an all too familiar ache spreading throughout her body, Y/n fixed her purse on her shoulder and wiped her nose on the cuff of her cardigan's sleeve. The rash lightly burned her skin, but it felt nothing like the pain she was feeling all over.

She walked out of the room with her head low, her teardrops falling straight on the floor. Once she was out of the room, she ran.

She ran down the stairs, sobs racing out of her throat, and her face crumbling into a million pieces.

And just as she was about to cross over the threshold of the mansion, Klaus' voice boomed from the top of the stairs.

"Y/n! --"

Y/n turned around with a glare, her eyes burning with hatred aimed towards him. Before he could've said anything more, Y/n snapped his neck. She hadn't lifted her hand, hadn’t felt the magic coarse through her being so when he dropped on the floor, she froze for a second before realising what had happened.

He’d wake up soon enough, and Y/n didn’t want to be there when he did. She turned back around just in time Camille came rushing out of the room – which Y/n assumed was because of hearing her old lover’s voice get cut off, followed by a loud thump.

Irritation caused her to grind her teeth and Y/n opened her palm towards her, watching as Camille knelt and writhed in pain. Before she would have snapped her neck too, the blonde fainted on her own.

Scoffing, Y/n walked back outside.

When she saw Rebekah and others standing there, she stole her gaze and used her magic to transport her from the Mansion's ground to three streets down the road, on the one that led to the Mystic grill.

Racing to the bar-cafe using her Vampire speed, she halted just outside. She rubbed her face, tousled and retied her hair – all in hopes that she wouldn’t give away how miserable she was. 

Finding herself a seat at the bar, it wasn’t long before Y/n was swirling the last swig of her old-fashioned in the glass. Her eyes kept watering each passing second, and they were beginning to hurt now since she kept rubbing at them. 

Realising that the alcohol might just be enhancing her emotions, she decided it’d be better for her to just go home and take a bath. So she gulped the last of her drink, nodded at the bartender out of habit, grabbed her purse and climbed off her chair. 

Her breath left her lungs all at once when she walked right into someone who seemed like he was just about to tap her on the shoulder. Flinching away at the strong scent of a vampire, she immediately felt embarrassed to have made eye contact with a stranger while her eyes were probably red due to crying. That too in a bar.

She hated Klaus, and she hated Camille. And she hated herself for feeling this much while the other two were probably in the same bed, forgiving each other for what they did to her.

“Are you alright?” Was the first thing he said to her, and Y/n wanted to bury her face in the ground and never look back up again.

Choosing to look behind him at the exit gate, Y/n nodded, tucking her already neat hair behind her ear. They were standing too close, she realised when he took a step back. 

“I am,” she nodded tightly, looking for an opportunity to step past him and end herself. 

“How about a drink to drown your sorrows?” He teased her, already gesturing towards the seats behind them. 

Y/n turned to look at the bar, then faced him again. “Only if you want a random woman to tell you her sob story,” she chuckled dryly, shrugging as if to say ‘it is what it is.’

Laughing, he walked past her and she caught a whiff of cinnamon, vanilla and cedarwood all at once. It was an addictive smell, so she decided to stick around for a while longer to hopefully exchange the memory of this one with the scent of black pepper and leather that Klaus carried around with him. 

He was still standing as she slipped back on her previous seat. He asked her about her preference, and wrinkled his nose when she mentioned old-fashioned.  

“What!” She protested defensively, making a face of her own when he ordered himself a neat whiskey. 

“Okay, okay,” he grinned, surrendering before he sat down on the stool right next to hers. He leaned back a little, so Y/n rested her head on the bar itself, looking up at him. 

“I was promised a story time,” he passed her a faux glare, which made her laugh; and then tear up. 

“Y/n,” she stuck out her hand, and laughed with him when he laughed. 

“Lucien,” he nodded seriously, shaking her hand.

“So my boyfriend cheated on me with his therapist,” she began, her voice cracking but she chuckled when Lucien’s eyes widened. “I had only been gone for two weeks,” she shrugged. 

“Well, he’s not exactly a very far-sighted man, from what I hear?”

Y/n laughed at that, then closed her eyes to stop the wave of tears from crashing through her eyes. 

Lucien seemed to notice that because Y/n heard him sigh then. 

“If it helps in any way, I’ve also been cheated on once,” he shrugged, and Y/n looked at him with intrigue. 

“It was brutal, she’d been the love of my life, and then I found out that she’d been having an affair with Klaus,” the name slipped off his tongue dripping in poison, and Y/n’s mouth twisted as if she’d just tasted it.

“Klaus? …Mikaelson, you mean?” 

“Yeah?” He answered her, unsure why she’d picked up on it.

“He’s literally who I've been talking about!” 

Lucien’s face contorted. “You’re Klaus’ girlfriend?” He exclaimed, unbelieving. 

“Well, was,” Y/n spoke in a small voice. 

Neither of them spoke, and Y/n counted as the clock ticked 60 times. 

“Well, that’s a… coincidence,” Lucien said in a dry voice. 

Y/n hummed in response. She had a feeling that he was going to leave any time  now, so she focused on her breathing – specifically on his cologne.

“I should leave now,” Y/n was surprised to find that she was the one who said it first. She passed him a quick smile, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his cheek before she could’ve thought herself out of it.

When she backed away, she was sure she knew the cologne well enough to be able to create it back at home with her spells. But she’d only been a breath away when Lucien’s hand crept to the back of her head and their mouths connected, settling a fierce hunger in depths of their bones.

She ended up following him inside the taxi, and kissing him in the backseat the whole way back to his place. 

“Good god, you’re killing me,” Lucien groaned as his hips slammed in Y/n’s as she laid naked beneath him, panting and moaning his name. 

“Harder,” she asked of him and he obliged, driving into her again and again until she was coming undone for the third time, a quivering mess, overstimulated. 

He fell beside her then, his chest falling up and down, and sweat lining his forehead. “You don’t regret this, do you?”

“I’d be a fool to,” she said distantly, as if falling asleep. And Lucien let her, bringing up the duvet upon both of them and turning on his side to hold her as he gave into his own urge to sleep, failing to wipe the small smile off his mouth. 

—

Y/n hadn’t known – hadn’t been prepared – to feel so ugly upon being cheated. She didn’t want to look anyone in the eyes, had wrapped her red scarf up enough to cover her mouth. 

Wearing all black beneath her trench coat and her hair drifting past her as she walked faster than usual to reach her office. But when she turned into the lane, “oh shit,” she cursed under her breath and turned back around. 

Klaus was standing outside, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. 

Resting her back against a wall, she took a shaky breath while blinking away the water in her eyes. “Do not give in,” she whispered tightly, drawing back her shoulders and walking back on the street. 

He saw her, and didn’t draw away his gaze even once until she stood in front of him, the gates to her emotions shut and locked. 

“I’m sorry.”

Y/n looked down at the bouquet of white lilies he held out for her. 

“Hope you still love them,” he whispered. 

Y/n accepted them. 

Pursing her lips, she sighed. “Why’d you do it?” Her eyes were beginning to sting as she withled the urge to blink. 

“It …it just happened,” he looked away, the tips of his ears a shade of pink Y/n would’ve declared as her favourite had this not been the circumstance. 

“And you decided to keep going with it? Makes absolute sense!”

“Look I’m sorry I wasn’t in my right mind! I was stressed and  –”

“Didn’t know getting stressed made men cheat on their partners!”

“Just –” Klaus began to protest, then took a deep breath. “Let me explain, please.”

“No way in hell,” Y/n spat. “Why are you explaining yourself anyways? It’s not like I’ll get back with you,” her hand gestures were getting a lot more intense, and she clenched her fists in frustration. 

“I know –”’

“Oh? So you’re here because you want to feel good about yourself?” Y/n laughed dryly, then actually. With her head thrown back, she laughed until tears blurred her sight of the grey sky. 

 “You are a fucking bastard and the most self-centred man I’ve ever had the bad luck of having in my life,” she gritted, swatting away the lone tear that slid down her cheek. 

Klaus’s eyes flickered, unable to look into her burning eyes, and unable to look away. 

“You just made this a lot worse by showing up today,” she smiled, taking a step closer to him, gazing up in his eyes. “Now you’ll wait and watch like a good pup as I make you regret ever meeting me,” with a new found glimmer in her eyes, she stepped back, looking into Klaus’ shameful and angry eyes. 

“That’s my last promise to you,” she winked bitterly, turning back around and walking up the stairs to the college. 

She gave the flowers to the librarian, wishing him an early thanksgiving and getting back a loud and well-aware laugh out of him. 

—

“Hello?”

“Hello, professor,” she could just hear the cheeky grin on his mouth, and tried to ease the smile on her face. 

“Lucien,” she looked at the ground, rolling her lips as she felt giddy. 

He cleared his throat, and Y/n put on her serious face. 

“So, here’s the plan – I’m coming to pick you up, and then we’re going to sit on the floor of either of our rooms, and chat over some tea.” 

Y/n was nothing if not amused, and utterly down for it. 

“Alright,” she nodded. “Be here in five or I might just walk off the face of Earth.”

“Oh I won’t let that happen, my lady!” He shouted, sounding panicked to his core. “Cut the call, Y/n, I need to hurry!” He laughed, making a few kissing noises before Y/n decided to finally cut the call. 

She was still giggling when she heard a voice from behind. 

“He seems better for you.”

Elijah was standing with his hands tucked into his coat pockets. 

“Lucien, I mean,” he continued.

Y/n’s eyes watered. Rushing forward, she fell into his arms.

Elijah shushed her, matting her hair while his other hand rubbed her back. 

“You’ve broken up with our brother, Y/n. Why are you distancing yourself from the rest of  us?” He asked softly, but assertively. “Thought we were brothers and sisters?”

“I’m sorry,” Y/n was quivering in his arms and not wanting to face him. 

Silence overtook the both of them. For the six months that Y/n had been in a relationship with Klaus, she’d also found herself another family. Elijah, Finn, Kol, Freya and Rebekah had become so much more to her than just friends. They’d become to her the siblings that she’d never had. 

“I’m just so …bad,” she broke down, unable to articulate herself while drowning in her misery. “Klaus cheated on me, but I’m no better, ‘Lijah, I –” she stopped to catch her breath that seemed to be walking two steps ahead of her. 

“I went and slept with another man, Lijah,” she sobbed. 

“It’s okay, love,” Elijah rasped, still caressing her. Feeling his heart crumble inside his ribs as Y/n couldn’t seem to stop the sobs raking through her body. 

“At least you didn’t cheat on him,” he said, holding in his anger. “You guys were already broken up.”

“Please don’t let Klaus know this yet,” she sniffled. “I don’t want him to know anything about me anymore.”

A car pulled up in front of them, and its engine’s roar stuttered to a faint halt. 

“Y/n?”

She pulled away from Elijah's chest, and wiped her face. 

“Hi,” she whispered, then sniffled. 

“Take her home, Lucien. And take care of her,” Elijah nodded, kissing Y/n’s temple as she looked at him longingly while walking away. 

“I’ll come over tomorrow, we still haven’t gone apple picking!” She shouted as Lucien opened the passenger side’s seat for her. 

“We’ll be waiting,” Elijah smiled, waving goodbye. 

Y/n slipped inside, watching as the air stilled where Elijah had once been. 

Lucien leaned over to cup her face in both of his cold hands, his thumb caressing her cheeks. He looked into her eyes, unsure whether it was the right time to kiss her. 

Y/n seemed to notice that, and she herself leaned in to press her lips on his. Their noses smushing as Lucien reacted right away, still as passionate as he had been the day prior.

She could feel the growing heat between them, and it felt like a faint lantern’s soft glow was flickering inside her chest.

“God, I want to kill him,” Lucien gritted, his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against hers. 

“Me too,” she said, and looked away out of the window with a smile playing on her mouth when he bursted out laughing. 

—

By the time Y/n had finished telling Lucien about her feud with Klaus earlier in the day, he’d drunk two big cups of tea and was slipping inside the oven the teacake batter Y/n had prepared. 

“I cannot even fathom the embarrassment he must’ve felt but it was well deserved so –” he trailed off, frowning when Y/n swatted at his arm.

“But what’s more significant than that, is how cool and villainy you were! You’ve successfully given me the hots, for sure.”

Y/n laughed, bowing from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter. 

“Now you know not to get on my bad side,” she said in a deep voice, flexing and kissing her bicep. 

Lucien laughed, and kissed her other bicep. 

“But tell me this, do you plan on following up with your threat?”

She looked like he had insulted her. 

“Of course, you twit!”

Lucien gasped loudly, drawing himself away from her. “You did not just call me that!”

“I’m sorry!” She drew the word out, until he pursed his lips for her to kiss and she obliged.

“I really want to trouble him,” she started, looking at Lucien who was now serious. “Ruffle up his feathers a bit, you know?”

Lucien hummed. 

“So you want to tie him up and do your little witchcraft on him?”

Y/n grinned widely. 

“It’s not too late in the day to do that now, is it?” He asked, checking Y/n’s wrist watch by getting close to her face as she read it. 

She kissed his forehead, and he melted into her neck. Cooing at him, Y/n laughed, ruffling up the back of his hair. 

“Are you serious, Lucien?”

“As serious as you are,” he shrugged. “Also, my basement’s empty.”

“You say like you have a body tied in there all the time,” she looked at him with narrowed eyes, shaking her head when he shrugged again.

“A secret for another day, I see,” she mumbled, causing him to chuckle. 

“But how are we going to get him here?” Lucien asked, following her out into the living room. 

“Tell him you have me hostage, maybe even Camille, since he might care about her more now,” she shrugged. 

Lucien looked at her for a minute, and then pulled out his phone. 

He dialled the number as Y/n recited it. 

“Klaus,” Lucien growled, glaring at Y/n who slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Who’s this?” He asked impatiently, and Lucien snickered silently. 

“I’ve got Y/n with me, tied up and looking all pretty, crying only your name,” he said in a low voice, hissing when Y/n pinched him at his side.

To cover up, he continued. “And have you seen your darling, Camille in a while?” He asked, setting an open trap for Klaus to stroll into. 

“You shouldn’t have done this,” Klaus growled and cut the phone. 

“What the hell do we do now?” Lucien asked, sliding his phone across the coffee table. 

“I’ll cast a desiccation spell on him, tie him up, then remove the spell. He’ll be weak and have no choice but endure the torture as long as tomorrow lasts.”

Lucien’s mouth was hanging open. “Are you naturally this quick at these kind of things or are you a mastermind?” He asked, looking at her in awe.

“Try being an original heretic and you’ll find out,” she smirked, and Lucien nodded. 

“Nice one,” he said. 

They both waited in silence, causing them to immediately pick up on Klaus’s angry footsteps approaching. 

“Lucien, if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” she said seriously, holding his hand. 

“What? Are you kidding?” He shrieked. “I’ve been excited for this since you mentioned the first time!”

Y/n laughed at that, and kissed him twice on the mouth before rushing over to the main door. 

Klaus kicked on the door and Y/n held out her arm before it could’ve fallen on her. 

“Y/n? What –”

She was already whispering the spell under her breath speedily, the only sound going in Klaus’ ears was similar to that of the fluttering wings of a Goldfinch.

The colour began to sink into his skin before it had completely drowned deep into his bones, and all that was left behind was a shade of grey similar to that of a tombstone. 

Before he could’ve hit the ground, Lucien threw a rope around him from behind. Twisting it around his arms down to his ankles, he tightened it enough to leave indentations even on his hardened skin. 

“I’m so down bad for you, it’s scary,” Lucien excalimed, tying a knot behind Klaus’ back.

Y/n’s breath came out within a laugh. 

“You know, I really like you,” she stated. 

Lucien hissed and nodded towards Klaus’ body on the floor. “Not the best timing, I’m afraid,” he said quite regretfully, and accepted Y/n’s kiss on his mouth before stepping back to where Klaus was. 

Y/n crouched down then, and slipped the Lapis Lazuli off Klaus’ finger, fondling it in her palm while Lucien dragged Klaus into the basement, where the light of sunrise would pour in just enough the coming morning. 

[ladyxskywalker]

lost without you, i & ii

Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader/OFC

a momentary separation between you & anakin happens while you are not feeling well. however, despite the circumstances, your hearts have only grown fonder of one another each time you speak on the phone. 💙

I wrote this a while ago & was kindly asked to repost it here on tumblr. also available to read on ao3. based on a real life situation. 🌼

i.

It's been weeks since you've been together. Something awful and truly beyond your control, forcing your current separation. A horrible flu making the rounds in your home world, where you - after attending a wedding, unfortunately, had come down with it as well.

"I confess, my love, I haven't been doing well without you." Anakin confides quietly in you, taking advantage of whispering in hushed tones over the phone.

"Anakin..."

"I know you're still recovering, but I can't help it, I'm selfish for you. I want you here...right now."

A softened sigh of your breath leaves your chest with a slight struggle, a cough escaping there, and a tear drop too.

"I will be back soon, I promise. Being without my other half has truly been unbearable."

"I just...I just want to hold you."

"You will again, soon enough. I promise."

But what you really meant to say, through the emotional heartbreak you've been facing is - yes, I know things have been difficult, I just hadn't realized that you'd been going through this just as much as I was.

"Will I, though?"

It hurts the most when his own mind leads him away from reality and the truth. Right away thinking or feeling like he'll never see you again. But the thoughts are only just intrusive ones, they have no real bearing on what lies in your heart.

"Yes."

Your head starts to feel too heavy, and your pillow is much too nice for you to even attempt getting up right now.

Sleep was inevitable. You hadn't been able to rest in days. Too nervous with worry to let your eyes close.

Too sad and unable to sleep without him all alone.

"This war...sometimes feels as though I am completely by myself, even though I know I'm not. I sense everything so strongly, it's harder than I thought."

"You need human contact. I understand that more than you know."

"Yes. I want it from you."

All while laying down, your cheeks have felt your eyes as they've already gone ahead into weeping. Another sort of instinct, telling you to finally let it all out.

"Tell me...what you miss...what you hope for most when eventually I do return."

Anakin pauses on his side of things, taking a breath before surrendering to his own heart.

"I just...I just want to be close to you."

"I want that too."

"I want to hug you for as long as I'm able to. Hold you in my arms while we sleep together in our room. Watch you smile at me from the door when you wake up. But..."

"But what, handsome?"

"The days...they're too long, too far."

After holding things in for so long, he begins to get a little bit choked up.

"I miss you, Anakin."

"I miss you too..."

So for now, all the two of you can do for one another is wait. A few more days for him to be home, and another stretch of time for you to start feeling better once more.

And then, there's a little static.

Background noise.

Another voice coming through over the phone.

"General Skywalker, there are enemy hostiles about. We should flank them on foot. Surround them."

"Good call, Commander. Lead the way, I won't be long."

You can almost picture his face in your mind then. A distance resonating in his eyes, veering off somewhere towards the setting suns, before looking back down.

Confident.

Brooding.

And, maybe even a little bit tired from it all.

"Go."

"I'll call you again tomorrow. And..."

"Hm?"

"I just want you to know, I'm not going anywhere."

Right then and there, even from across the airwaves, you sensed his light and the force of his love deep within your bones.

... 🌼

ii.

after being apart from one another for quite some time, anakin gives you a warm welcome home ❤️

this part is rated M or E for smut feel free to skip if this is not for you additional content tags: soft smut, couch time, sleepy morning intimacy, implied things happening, nothing crazy

It started with a long hug and a gentle hello. A smile for you, already gleaming with excitement as he greeted you by the door.

You were going to dinner that night. A fancy one he'd been planning for weeks for your birthday. Thoughtful gifts, wrapped with care, just needing to be opened. A release of kind breath, leaving the anxious state of your lungs then, because now - finally, all is well.

And you were home .

"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?"

"Mhmm."

He pulls you closer. Your hands, finding their way up to the back of his neck to feel his still wet hair from the shower.

Anakin hums, tracing the tip of his nose along your neck - leaning into it, enjoying the touch of your skin. The smell of your perfume that he loves so much.

"Do I look stupid?" He chuckles, all while holding you tighter to him.

"No. You're perfect."

"Good. Now go, open your gifts. You've waited long enough."

But for just a minute, you'd rather just take him all in there instead. To say how much you truly missed him while you were apart. That the greatest feeling in the world right now is knowing that Anakin is the best gift of all.

The night went by so fast. Laughing with each other first, then with friends...

Sneaking off somewhere for a while in a dark corner of the bar...

The softened shadows, encasing you both in their ease of surrounding comfort. And his hands, showing you the way toward his hips in front of everyone else, without a care in the world.

Your arms wrap around him easily.

His incredible blue eyes, focus on your lips.

Then your palms cup his face, completely letting go - falling on air immediately when he begins to kiss you hard.

"Want to get out of here?"

"Mm. Yes ."

"We don't need to be here anymore."

And so, you go.

"Come here."

He reaches for you to straddle him on the couch, insistent on his keys landing somewhere on the hard surface of his table below. Making a slightly abrupt noise that he knows someone else might have complained about...

But, he doesn't care where anything is supposed to go right now, and neither do you.

Not with the way you've been eyeing him sweetly from above...

Your shoes ending up someplace with his boots as they've already fallen over...

His belt buckle, already lost underneath his messy chair on the floor.

"I missed you. I thought...I thought you were never coming back. That, maybe you were gone for good."

Anakin caresses your face, brushing your cheek with care at the tips of all his fingers.

"You're my other half, I'd never leave you. Never..."

Anakin sighs, almost afraid to speak. Always brooding, so deep in thought.

"All those weeks...I couldn't bear it. I wasn't myself."

You kiss him slowly, slotting your lips together, chests pressing, getting even closer.

"I know."

Leaning down, you trace every line of his neck with kisses. Gripping the hems of his clothes. Shifting your hips against his, silently begging for him to help take them off.

But it's you that he wants first.

Completely vulnerable and bare on top of him.

Another hand, slipping between your thighs - teasing you with his strong and capable curling. Eliciting a budding sensation there that makes you moan.

The tip of his tongue, encircling the pebbled skin of your breasts, his eyes soothed to a close as he takes each one into his mouth.

"Yes... oh , please... please ."

Then, he grins, feeling that stray shiver he seems to know so well. Shifting you just the slightest for a second to take his pants off. Guiding your hand lower against his hardest part just to arrogantly show what you do to him.

"I want you. Right here ."

And as you lower yourself down upon him, it feels as though everything is made right again.

Affectionate sighs of impassioned relief, escaping there from you both...

Foreheads dipping into an almost blind surrender to the simplest form of selfish touch...

It took some time for you to drift off. The adrenaline and excitement of seeing and truly being with him again, almost feeling like too much.

He hums when he sleeps sometimes, sensing when occasionally your eyes tend to open - watching him. Closing them softly again when you know you've been caught.

You missed his bed. The smooth sheets. His warm pillows.

The broad span of his chest, and the cool feel of his arms.

Snuggling closely to him, you check the time. Looking across the room at towards the window, judging that by now it had already been morning. Your calming hint being the comforting light of the sun.

"Mm. I haven't slept at all..."

You whisper to yourself. Unable to fathom the last time you did something like this. Or that all of it had truly been real as well.

"There you are..."

Anakin slowly opens his eyes, allowing them to adjust.

"Morning, handsome."

Looking over, you see that all this time, the sheets have grown tighter. Sliding your hand beneath the warmth of your blankets to palm what lies beneath them. Though, before you know it, both he and you are no longer guarded by your covers.

"Where do you want me?"

You whisper, pressing each word against his waiting mouth.

His kiss, feeling like the only sort of sensual welcome you ever want to know.

Then, wordlessly, he takes you by the wrist, carefully and protectively, leading you back up and over where you belong.

Reaching around the hardened length of him, the pad of your thumb grazes over the smooth tip, before guiding it towards that sensitive spot. Letting go.

He kneads at your flesh, grasping at the skin of your thighs, rolling you forward, kissing you hard. His fingers, holding tightly to the back of your head. Freeing you only when you stretch, sitting back up. Your entire being, on passionate display for him there.

"I'm a lucky man..."

He smiles, all while mumbling a string of endless thoughts. Secrets from his mind that he's been keeping. Allusions to everything he loves about you, never spoken, always bottled up. Until this overwhelming moment.

Until, right now.

"You're a goddess... so beautiful..."

You can't help it when a single tear begins to fall, when you see his pure surrender to joy slipping with dampened eyelids of his own.

A rough hand then changing the scene...

Emotions running wild when a mere gentle moment turns into something else.

Your lips, pressed into momentary capture by the welcome feeling of his palm.

All you can do is watch him, as he's watching the joining spaces between you. The quickened pace that comes from the rolling of your hips. Your fingertips, toying with your own chest there...

And then he releases you. A moan escaping, then his shuddered breaths...

Another kiss...

Then one final glide.

Your blinding wave and loving fall, following his right after...

He's so warm, so safe like this. That when he eases you off of him, carefully making space for you to sleep next to him some more, you almost can't believe that you are really here with him now.

That you've almost spent four seasons of time with this amazing man.

That either one of you no longer had to fear the thought of being alone.

No universe exists where you would ever dream of being with someone else.

And you loved him.

... ❤️

thanks so much for reading 💌 xo A

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Slashers x child!reader… except it’s CHILDREN, because they are TWINS

HMMM WOWW THIS IS SOMETHING NEW YAHOO!!

Uhm I made the twins energetic hope you didn't mind it 👉👈

Warnings: mentions of murder and luring. Idkk??? Fluff??

Characters in this : Michael Myers, sinclair brothers and Bubba sawyer SORRY SO SHORT.

Relationship: Platonic! Father/uncle/older sibling figure? Yes?

Slashers x twins! Reader

Michael

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

*immense sigh inserted from Michael*

How he'll take this is a matter of how they act.

Just two quiet timid little munchkadees and he shows a thumbs up.

But two little sly mischievous pranksters are a big no no from him. But let's go with that for the rest of the oneshot.

One was already hard enough for him but two?? He's gonna be breaking them spine and knees a little earlier... You can just imagine him sitting on a chair while two little children run around him and you can see the exhaustion behind his mask.

They can mess with him and ask him who is who and most of the time he gets it right or says idgaf. But if it's peepaw Michael he's a bit more willing to play along. Orr says idgaf too and points to whoever.

He doesn't necessarily hold those two but if they ask reeeeaaaallllyyyyy nicely he might. When he did though he thought it felt weird holding two children in his arms and intended to drop them after 10 seconds but seeing how happy and excited it made them he extended it to a few minutes. (And moved around the house a little since they asked really nicely about that too.)

If they get into an argument and get mad at each other and they turn to him for help he's panicking inside because he doesn't know wtf to do. He just grabs whatever their favorite food or drink is and hopes they make up.

One moment he goes into another room and comes back to find the twins throwing things around and screaming and he glares at them and gave them a little bonk on their heads and made them clean up.

If he finds out the twins had a bully he's ready for bone breaking or stabbing but if he also finds out the twins are tormenting the bully back for revenge and he just- he's so proud. (He came up to them and gave them a thumbs up.)

Overall he doesn't really love it nor does he really hate it. And he wouldn't say he wishes one of them to disappear cause he doesn't. I guess he kinda loves likes the both of you equally.

Sinclair brothers

Bo looks at the both of them together sometimes and smiles because they lowkey remind him of him and Vincent when they were younger. (The children twins get along wayy better) he tries not to mind and lash out when they're acting especially chaotic but you know the romantical relationship between him and anger so he yells at them. But then he later feels super guilty and tries to apologize with ice cream or something. Actually he's pretty lenient on them cause there's two of them and in his sense that means if one is in trouble then the other one will get them out of it. Boy was he wrong. He found them both wailing in a ditch with leaves as bait somewhere that they dug up because they wanted to catch animals for food but they forgot it was there. He also bonked them in the head after lifting them up. You can see him a lot with the twins and lure tourists in like 'heh... Yes come follow these two innocent looking kids...' He would rather die than admit it but he really likes having the twins company. He acts so nasty and detached but yk he would be so hurt if they didn't talk to him more than 10 times a day. Whatever tourist that picks on them or acts extremely suspicious around them would be dead before the sky turns deep blue. I bet he lets them hang on his arms and turns so smug when they comment about how strong their 'uncle' is. Wait did they say uncle? He accidentally dropped them. And crode later. Overall he likes them more than he could ever admit.

Vincent he loves watching them play (not in a weird way ofc) he watches them and sighs because he highkey wishes Bo would be a bit nicer to him sometimes. And for some reason he is a little nicer when the twins are around. When days are getting long and there's nothing to do he's playing with them, whether it be tag or dressing up in tutus he's fine with it. He gets worried a lot when the twins are on their own. Instead of a mindset like bo (and Lester) he thinks what would happen if BOTH of them get in trouble. He doesn't want to find two dead bodies somewhere so he tries to keep a close eye on them. A scenario where the twins are also running around in circles around Vincent sitting in a chair except he doesn't mind it and smiles. Contests where the twins draw Vincent and makes him choose whose art is better but he doesn't have the heart to choose which are inevitable. Anybody who looks at them weird? Gone. Not even wax just gone. Treats them like they're his own (he is their father figure). Since lester isn't always in ambrose Vincent does most of the raising since Bo apparently is always doing something (he tries.). So Vincent is the twins favorite and always comes to him for help unless it's about mechanical or such. Probably holds the twins in his arms a lot and scurries or runs around because it's so cool for them to look at everything from the height of 6'1 - 6'ft. His soul almost leaves him when they play and run around in the house of wax. Vincent thinks it's kinda hard handling twins but he loves it either way.

I said before Vincent was their favorite but boy do they get excited when they see Lester. He doesn't always come but he doesn't always decide to not visit. To be honest because of the twins he visits more frequently oh and they loveee jonesy. And for the record he's the fun-est and also funniest so when he pulls up with them truck the twins will be yelling, "omg look uncle Lester came!!!" Bo will give shit. Not to the twins but to Lester for some reason. The whole day you'll be spending time with Lester and they play stuff like who can hit the most animals with uncle Lester's car. (Sorry they don't actually play that.) But hes convenient because when the twins are refusing to do Or eat something and knowing how competitive chaotic kids are, Lester does the good ol' who can eat/clean the fastest and also does it with them so it'll be more fun. And he's carefree too and then he also finds the twins somewhere in trouble. I'm imagining a scenario where he tells a creepy tourist to get in a car and then he was driving really fast around a cliff and then he opens the tourist's side of the car door and roughly pushes them off the cliff. They were there to witness it all and honestly they were high key rooting for Lester. The kid twins get into mischief with Lester a lot and Bo finds it so annoying and Vincent is just concerned. Them and Lester are literal partners in crime. They work together like legitimately. Also when the twins get mad at each other Lester makes them apologize to each other and then treats them with food or some activity for doing so. Because it's important to apologize <3. Overall, he loves em' and they love him.

Bonus, jonesy!!: did I mention they love jonesy? Everytime the kid twins aren't playing with Lester they're most definitely being playfully chased by jonesy. Ofc she catches them every time and also gives them little kisses on the cheeks :,). 🩷🩷🩷 jonesy is just a natural at everything that's why she got along so well the first time they met with the kid twins, in fact she's the head master and wears the pants in the sinclair family. She's extremely vital. Someone acts mean to one of the twins? The other one and jonesy team up and start beating the person. Somehow they three team up and torment the other Sinclairs and the brothers have no idea how but they allow it. Overall 100/10, she's their second partner in crime.

Bubba sawyer

He loves taking care of them! Just whenever he can he plays with them. Wayy too attached to the twins since they're really the only ones who treat Bubba like an actual human being.

Will get so stressed if they mess up somewhere in a room because Drayton will yell at both the twins and Bubba. (The twins shit talk about Drayton and let Bubba on it too but he gets nervous.)

He also runs around the house holding one twin on his arms and one on his back. The twins love pulling that "guess who is who" Question and watch as Bubba struggles and fidgets as he tries to figure out.

There isn't really a quiet day with twins chasing each other but Bubba loves it. It doesn't make him feel alone. As much as he dislikes it, the twins help and lure victims in and also watch the brutal killings. If they insist it doesn't really bother them that much then he'll be put a little at ease.

He gets the big sad when the twins come crying to him after Drayton yelled at them for acting like the kids that they should act like. Knowing Bubba has a soft heart he can't really do anything other than comfort them physically by stroking their hair/heads.

He tries his best to keep them safe at all times knowing how dangerous this can be if the victims get smart or lucky. Overall he loves them to death and he wouldn't have it any other way.

This is the end. I'm losing my creativity and it took me like 6+ to finish this because I'm so indecisive. Anyways tell me if you want a part two :))

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Musings - Tentative Timeline (Pt1: 1940 - 1948)

I've been struggling with this for a while, cuz this ish just don't make sense, AMC. (I fully expect S3 to gotcha/retcon/fix stuff, esp. since who knows what Armand's tinkered around with in Louis' head.) I split this timeline in 2 parts: Pt1 has everything from 2x1 - 2x6ish; and then ofc Pt2 will cover as much as I can understand from the Trial's shenanigans.

(I'm just one person tryna figure out wtf is going on, so if y'all have any insights, please share!)

1940 - 1945

Claudia & Louis cross Eastern Europe (2x1)

pre-February 6, 1940: Mardi Gras, NOLA.

1x7 diary entry (x x): "Dear Diary, I've been planning the trip out in my head. When we get to Europe, we aren't going to look at any of the touristy sights. We are instead going straight to the Black Sea and then on to the Carpathian Mountains. Those are the places I've been reading about in the books I've brought with me. We had to learn so much…." (Carpathian countries inc. Austria, Czech Republic, Hungary, Poland, Romania, Serbia, Slovak Republic, and Ukraine.)

Roget (2x2): "We have not heard from Monsieur de Lioncourt since February 1940, when we processed several wires for him, for a party he was throwing."

September 8, 1941: 1x4 diary entry, Ploiesti, Romania: "The POWs are malnourished, nothing but bone and sinew. Their blood is bitter. It almost makes you feel sick to drink it. Catch 'em as they trudge from their work in the oil fields every night. They don't have much strength to fight..." (Ploiesti bombed for its oil from 1941-1944.)

1944: Madeleine's head is shaved during Paris' épuration légale along with the other Nazi collaborators. (An IRL photo from June 21, 1944.) France's Nazi occupied Vichy regime: July 10, 1940 - August 9, 1944. [see De Gaulle below]

Pre-1945: Cross from Ukraine into Nazi Romania (again). Claudia is speaking German to the Nazi at the checkpoint, who says "Black Ukranian? Waffen-SS, Checkpoint 30317."

DREAMSTAT: "Four years of grim wayfaring, and still no sight of the benevolent vampire."

April 30, 1945: "In Germany, Herr Hitler had popped a pill in his bunker, and Europe celebrated."

1944 / 1945: "But in Romania, the champagne fizzled and went flat. Soviets replaced Nazis.... War became occupation." (Soviet occupation of Romania lasted from 1944 - 1958.) Stopped by the racist Soviets in Emilia's town.

Post-April 30, 1945: 2x1 radio announcement: "The triumph over Hitler's evil can be felt throughout France, and in no more fantastic an example than the priceless works of art being bundled up in the countryside, lifted on to trucks and returned to their rightful place in Paris. And we of the BBC World Service, speaking for the rest of the western world, send a most grateful thank you to our allies in France with one of your very own. ['Y'a Pas D'Printemps' by Edith Piaf plays]."

1944 / 1945: "There is No Spring” by Edith Piaf is recorded July 4, 1944.

Late June, 1945: Louis & Claudia leave Romania (after Emilia & Daciana died); near the 1-year anniversary of There is No Spring; right before Venus de Milo was about to head to Paris along with the rest of the "priceless works of art being bundled up."

July 2, 1945: Venus de Milo officially returns to the Louvre. Louis & Claudia arrived in Paris with it. (August 1945: Louvre reopened.) "Claudia was entirely broken. She had left a part of herself in Romania. I knew I had to steer her far away from it. I chose the city that called to us on the radio. To the mother of New Orleans.... The war had turned off the lights, stripped its streets of their beauty, sent its avant-garde into exile. But now, the whole world was ready to return, to remake their lives. Pilgrims on their hopeful way."

1945

Claudia & Louis in Post-War Paris (2x2)

1944 - 1946: Charles De Gaulle chairs the Provisional Government of the French Republic June 3, 1944 - January 26, 1946. "De Gaulle's Paris had me etherized. If Claudia and I were looking over our shoulder at all, it was in astonishment our skin did not attract the same attention it did in America."

May 8, 1945: France's Sétif and Guelma Massacre of Algierian citizens (Franco-Algerian relations evaporated). DANIEL: "Right, because there wasn't any racism in mid-20th century France. I think your Algerian inferiors of the time might disagree." LOUIS: "But I wasn't an Algerian. I was an American, and if there was an assumption that I'd arrived to blow a trumpet or sing for my supper, it did not register as a slight in those days. I was just grateful knowing no one wanted to lynch me, or direct me to the far end of the café counter!"

1944 - 1949: Black markets & rationing chokehold over Paris.

LOUIS: "We hid ourselves away in an inconspicuous apartment in Le Neuvieme, passing ourselves off as moneyed Americans, over-spending for black market baguettes. It was the perfect cover."

ARMAND: "The estate of the family De LaCroix. Whilst their countrymen clutch ration cards, they've made quite a killing manipulating the black markets."

1945 - 1950: Paris' economy impoverished. "No salt, no butter. Can't have milk unless you got a newborn. And read here, 'Hospitals running low on Plaster-of-Paris for a record number of broken bones due to decalcification and undernourishment.' You want francs in pockets? These people are broke! I saw a woman tonight in a patchy five-year-old dress putting on a brand new lipstick.... Paris is on her way back. Give her a little time, is all."

LOUIS: "Five months of anxiety-producing choices, and not one 'bonjour,' or 'prépare-toi à mourir'?!"

ARMAND: "Five months removed from their velvet-heeled arrival, the Americans were finally coming to Pigalle."

SANTIAGO: "Five months of nights. Five insolent months of nights, waiting for you to humble us with your appearance. I ask you, Maitre, was it worth the wait?"

November 1945: Armand confronts Louis; invites Louis & Claudia to the Theatre des Vampires. (June to November is 5 months.) (ARMAND: "I had lost patience. I was convinced we were being toyed with and I could hold back the coven only so long. I knew the park well myself, knew what went on in the rambles there, so I was not surprised to find him without the girl. I would confront the elder, and make him aware of the ways rogue vampires were dealt with in Paris.")

LOUIS: Armand knows all about Lestat. CLAUDIA: How long's he known?! LOUIS: The whole time. Read our minds, first night at the theater.

November 14, 1945: 1x4 diary entry: "We've arrived in Paris, what a relief! My whole dead self feels revitalized head to toe. We might be outsiders to both human and Parisian life, but I do appreciate both now with such fervor! Granted, I've never hated my body [more]...." This also matches with Claudia meeting Madeleine and wanting clothes tailored to her size. And also with Louis remarking that it was only at the Theatre that "Claudia absolutely loved them. And it was the first time in Paris I had seen a smile or a laugh come out of her that wasn't for my benefit." By mid-November, Claudia's unhappy mood had vastly improved.

mid-December 1945: The coven hunt at Chateau de la Croix. "Claudia had attended a month of performances and the coven felt she had proven herself sincere." (Mid-December means this was likely a Christmas party the coven crashed! 😂🤣) Armand warns Louis to stop visiting Roget, and stop lying to the coven about Lestat/"Bruce."

1946

Claudia's coven initiation period; Loumand's courtship

Spring 1946:

Estelle sneezes during No Pain: "It's hay season!" This makes no effing sense for vampires to have allergies, but whatever, it was funny.

Louis keeps cruising gay parks. "There was a park I'd heard about. I would go to this park often. I was an armored thing that spring, someone steady on his feet, but… With a history of chasing the wrong kind of love." It is impossible for Louis to mean Spring of 1945, cuz that's when Hitler died, and that's before Venus de Milo arrived in Paris. This also makes no sense, if we accept that Armand met Louis in Nov. 1945, five months after their arrival.

Loumand starts courting. (LOUIS: "I walk a new part of the city every night. I try to get lost. Somehow I always end up back by the river [Seine]." ARMAND: "I started spending less time at the theater and more nights strolling the boulevards with Louis.")

Claudia is initiated in the coven; she doesn't sleep in the apartment anymore. (2x4, "What the f**k's gone on without me here?!")

Spring - Summer 1946: Baby LouLou starts performing [See Sept. '47 below.]

1946: Jean-Paul Sartre: "Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract what is concrete," (2x3). A wildly popular quote, which no one ever cites. I can only assume it's an English translation of something Sartre originally said in French. All I could find that came remotely close is his Oct 1945 - Dec 1946 speech(es) L'existentialisme est un humanisme: "If values are uncertain, if they are still too abstract to determine the particular, concrete case under consideration, nothing remains but to trust in our instincts." IDFK, I'm not into all that confusing philosophical blahblah.

1946 - 1949: Loumand's sexcapades, Louis' photography. (RASHID: "The Paris Albums, 1946-1949." LOUIS: "Those were our young friends. Humans. Guys." ARMAND: "Some are very old now, most are dead. And some we simply drained for sport. Well… generally me! Louis has his ways.")

1947

Spring - Summer 1947: Louis starts art dealing.

LOUIS: I bought a Fougeron from you early in the year. I was a little short of asking, so I threw in that watch I was wearing. ALOIS: Ah, yes, yes, a good watch. Where did you hang the Fougeron? LOUIS: Over my bed all spring. Then I sold it to Germain Seligman in summer.

Fall 1947: Claudia's sick & tired of Baby LouLou

LOUIS: "By the 500th performance, Claudia was beyond bored."

ARMAND: "So explain to the company why the 500th performance of 'My Baby Loves Windows' felt more like a slog than a celebration?"

500 nights = 16 months, or 1.3 years, assuming Claudia did 1 performance every single night. In 2x4 Armand said: "Fifteen minutes a night to pretend."

CELESTE: Maitre might not have noticed as he has been nomadically attending the Theatre Des Vampires. SANTIAGO: And the infection spread what, year and a half ago? CELESTE: When a certain vampire was granted dispensation from coven membership.

September 1947: Boris Vian/Vernon Sullivan's Les morts ont tous la meme peau published. If we take Louis reading Vian's book the month it came out, in September, and 16 months of Baby LouLou performances, Claudia would've had to have started performing around June/Summer of 1946, give/take a few months, depending on when Louis got the book, and how regularly Claudia performed.

Fall 1947: Louis discusses R-26, where he's been visiting in 2x4.

ALOIS: So, you've been showing your work at the Perriers' salon? LOUIS: Always something interesting happening there. ALOIS: Maybe before the war more than now. But then I'm rarely out of my gallery.

Late 1947 - Early 1948

(There's A LOT that happens from 2x4 - 2x6 that I'm really unsure of. The ONLY diehard dates I have are for Louis' Wols painting, and Sam's Godot play. So I have to assume everything below happens within that timeframe.)

Celeste, Estelle & Santiago investigate Lestat at Roget's.

Armand lies about the Maitre coup: "In retrospect, the buffoon was in the audience, oblivious to the conspiracy uniting around him."

Madeleine almost gang-raped; Claudia reveals her vampirism

Claudia's final diary entry "Diaries are friends of last resort. I have found one not made of paper and glue. F**k these vampires."

Louis buys the Wols / Let's Go Sunning plays on the radio(?)

Louis meets Madeleine; Armand meets Madeleine

Sam's Godot play

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Santiago's Maitre coup starts; steals Claudia's diaries. Louis dumps DreamStat; Loumand's Arun/Maitre roleplay starts. (Because of the rain & lack of snow, I wonder if this is Fall 1987 / Spring 1948?)

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Sam starts writing several scripts:

Whatever play Santiago was rehearsing for, in 2x6's title "Like the light by which God made the world, before He made light." Meanwhile, the coven is passing around Claudia's diaries.

Waiting for Godot

The Trial script(?)

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Celeste, Estelle & Santiago investigate Lestat at Roget's.

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Louis buys a Wols (Alfred Otto Wolfgang Schulze), It's All Over The City (1947).

(Question: Is Jack Shaindlin's Let's Go Sunning (which plays as Santiago eavesdrops on Loumand banging) anachronistic, or does AMC know something I don't--more than likely--cuz Google keeps telling me it was first used in 1954 in the film Garden of Eden?)

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Louis meets Madeleine; Armand meets Madeleine (the same night, since they're all in the same clothes).

1948

HUGE timeskip. The ONLY definite timeframe I have is Godot.

October 9 1948 - January 29 1949: Waiting for Godot, by The Vampire Samuel Barclay / IRL Samuel Barclay Beckett.

Right after this scene, they cut to Dubai!Louis describing IRL events from 1949. So I'm cutting this post off here, to put all of that in context wrt the Trial, that also happened in 1949.

[atiyasnake]

What came after the King

So, I know there is a ton of summoning the ghost king and usually it ends up with Danny/Phantom coming up when usually it was expected Pariah Dark would show up. They expect this big bad dude, the Tyrant King but get the bag of sass and puns that we have deemed Danny to be since Ghost King Danny is a really fun thing. 

But what if Pariah is indeed still the ghost king. What if that time when he was locked back into the sarcophagus didn’t qualify Danny to be the new Ghost King, so Pariah was still it. Just asleep like before.  (many ways to make it so since ya know *imagination*)   But overall, Ghost King is still Pariah Dark...and he can still be summoned. 

That would serve for some pretty interesting scenarios. For the cults guys and ofc for the heroes who might be in a situation where their last resort is summoning the Ghost King. Most situations would probably end in world domination and destruction seeing as Pariah Dark isn’t such a nice dude. 

So imagine, there we have Pariah Dark unleashed on the mortal realm summoned from the sarcophagus by cultists and making up for the time he has been locked away by causing destruction and poor heroes who are trying to figure out what the hell to do. 

But then from the portal where Pariah Dark had been bringing in his undead army, something else came out. Something powerful that everyone can sense and they feared what else the Ghost King called to his side in his reign of terror. 

A clawed hand connected to too-long arms. A body made of a black void. Eyes glowing a bright white with a green sheen. It crawled its way out of the swirling green portal and the temperature dropped. An unsettling chill deep in their bones grew along with a pressure that made their body feel heavy before too light. More and more of the body appeared and it was too big. It hurts to look at, to try to make sense of what they were looking at. A hero or two could have sworn that it was absorbing light, like a living black hole. It’s become too silent and some second guess whether they were even alive because they can’t hear the pounding of their hearts in their heads anymore from before. 

Everyone in its presence was untethered, feeling like they are floating in a cold nothingness. 

It’s a sudden change that left them catching their breath they were not even sure they were getting. 

Then they watched as this creature looked at Pariah Dark, its eyes shifted in color and became brighter. Its body writhed where it was. Its claws grew longer and dug into the ground below. There’s suddenly a ringing in their ears and some notice that the creature had opened its mouth that they hadn’t been able to see before and don’t want to look at.

It’s angry, so very angry. 

When it looked at them, they knew they couldn’t stop it. They could do nothing against the creature. Their death was inescapable. Deep inside of them, they knew. 

But the eyes softened when it looked at them. The chill abated, becoming more gentle instead of harsh and biting. They could feel where their feet were against the ground again. They could hear the reassuring sound of the breaths they took and the beating of their hearts. They were no longer floating in an unforgiving void. 

There was no question that the creature was angry but it was not directed at them. There was no malice in its gaze. A soothing croon echoed out from the creature, caressing them and lessening the pain in their bodies and panic in their minds. 

A few of them noticed that they had been moved, further away from the destruction and other threats. 

Seemingly, with one last glance, the creature looked back at Pariah Dark. It’s fury so clear but none of it touched them. They were still protected. And when the creature headed toward Pariah Dark’s Army, when it obliterated his forces with ease and finally met Pariah Dark with claws, an open maw, and a wail that shook the ground, they felt none of it. 

The creature’s fight with the Ghost King did not touch anyone. It did not add to the destruction that had already surrounded them. 

As Pariah Dark fought back and attempted to escape the clutches of the creature as it dragged him toward the portal, he was unable to. Despite every hit, scream, and curse the creature never faltered and all they heard was the scream of a King cut off as he was pulled through swirling green. 

Leaving the heroes a mess to clean up and a lot fewer casualties/injuries than expected. But afterward, there is a mad rush to get rid of the ways to summon the Ghost King. To not have anything like it happen again. To never even consider summoning the Ghost King because no good would come out of it. 

They did not want there to be any chance of the Ghost King coming back.

But it was not only because of the Ghost King himself, no. 

But also for what came after the King. 

~

But yeah! overall, it would be cool to see more fic/drabble/ etc of how it would be if Pariah Dark was summoned but as a result Danny/Phantom came after him, in any of his forms tho. this drabble here was if Danny came after in a more elritch form. 

[lordystrange]

10 best byler proofs by me

10. The cast, especially David (who knows the ending) and Finn (who might know something), are always so happy talking about Byler. They wouldn’t be if Will ended up dying alone as a sad gay. Also no one likes milkvan except maybe Millie unless she’s acting… Caleb even said ”Lucas and Max’s love is real unlike Milkvan’s”.

9. Mike has been queercoded throughout the whole series. Especially with queer colors, he spent s4 dressed as a gay pride flag. Also bi and pan colors are associated with him. Also Ted’s ”our son with a girl?” and everything Eddie said about forced conformity etc

8. Byler parallelling other romantic ships like Jancy, Jopper and Lumax. I’m not listing examples because there are SO MANY! (Also Milkvan parallelling all the platonic/dead ships)

7. Mileven being bones. We have nothing that shows their actual, deep love they’re ”supposed to have”. We don’t know what Mike loves about El and what El loves about Mike. We don’t know what makes them a compatible match romantically. We only know things that don’t make them compatible: El feeling the need to lie to Mike, Mike feeling embarrassed of his nerdy self with El, El feeling unloved by Mike, Mike feeling inferior to El…

6. The desert scenes. The triple take ofc, but also the car roof top convo with Will (jancy parallell). Will is talking about how it’s scary to say how you really feel because what if they don’t like the truth. And Mike NODS. If the truth was that he loved El exactly like El wanted, El would like that truth. So what is the truth Mike is worried that El doesn’t like…?

5. Mike’s monologue. He had to be pushed by Will to open his mouth. He lied about him loving her at first sight. He copied the t-shirt part from Eddie. He kept saying she’s his superhero which El doesn’t wanna be. He didn’t include anything personal about El and their relationship after the t-shirt thing… Also El didn’t seem to like what she heard and their love didn’t save the world. And they didn’t even talk after it. And while filming it they didn’t focus on just the couple (like they did with byler in s2 shed scene) and they let Finn improvise as if it wasn’t that important (as important as the van scene…)

4. Mike would be so poorly written if he wasn’t into Will and I don’t think the Duffers would just ignore his character. Also all the lip glances and heart eyes wouldn’t make sense.

3. Byler/Milkvan contrast. When Will was gone and they found his ”body”, Mike heard Will breathing in a radio channel and believed he was alive. He didn’t rest for a second, he did everything he could to find him. When he thought El was dead, he didn’t go looking for her, even tho a couple times he actually saw her. Also in s3 when Milkvan had a fight, Max said Mike will be crawling back to her begging for forgiveness in no time. Instead Mike laid on a sofa and ate and complained. When Byler had a fight… well we all know what Mike did then.

2. Mike and Will’s relationship has always been different from other friendships. They’ve said it themselves (”pls don’t tell the others, they wouldn’t understand”, ”Hawkins is not the same without you”, ”you make her me feel better for being different”). Also their scenes together have always been a big deal (van scene took an entire day to film, crazy together was written before s1 was even filmed) and they are shot in a really romantic way (music, lighting…)

1. In the beginning of s3, Will said to Joyce that he’s not gonna fall in love. That made his arc about romance. We know now that he already fell in love, but he doesn’t believe it’s requited. If s5 goes from ”i don’t think he loves me back” to ”he doesn’t love me back” we get literally nowhere and the entire storyline (since s1) would be useless and waste of time and money. They wouldn’t make Will suffer 4 seasons and then suffer some more. So believe me when I say it goes ”I don’t think he loves me back” to ”He does love me back!”

I wish you all a very merry byler endgame in s5! 💚

[ppoliwrath]

Concept art wip, very bare bones but it’s ok 😔 this post is also a lore post for my au! It’s all jumbled up bc I was talking to a friend about it so it’s literally just copy and pasted

Edit: I didn’t realize how unreadable it was omg sorry, I edited it to make more sense

Amulet AU ideas

- Trellis is 23 yrs old just two years older then Emily

- He is kinda timid with being a king since he doesn’t want to be like his father but he has his brother as his right hand man and ofc Emily ✨ he’s alittle annoyed that there’s so much paperwork that involves being a king lol

- As he grew up he had more of his fathers facial structure much to his dismay making him become even more scared of being like his father

- But so far he’s doing well and even having an amazing king voice ( think commanding and not taking any questions abt his choices )

- Riva and Emily become good friends later on and basically trauma bond

- Luger is happy to assist with his brother with anything but is mostly seen in the library either writing or reading books

- Navin and Karen live in a newly rebuilt palace with Emily and trellis and are trying to fit in now that this is basically their forever home

- Some elves aren’t happy with Trellis’s ruling but they are often shut down by other residents/elves as this was the first time they had peace in years

- Loyalists / nobles, were the ones who profited off of the old Kings rule, Ikol had given them a lot of leniency for taxes and for whatever illegal activity they were up to

- As long as they didn’t look too closely at his illusion of the elf king being alive he was content

- as long as they bicker and mutter to themselves Trellis doesn’t care about the slander they throw his way

- But he is keeping an eye on them courtesy of Leon

- Leon acts as a chief of security / intelligence

- Often Emily will confide to him whatever she has on her mind or to vent since she sees him as a father figure / mentor

- Virgo is kinda in the shadows not exactly a hermit but quite close, he doesn’t like company aside from Navin, Emily, Miskit, Cosgly and Trellis

- He will sometimes help people who have their own stones to control them and keep their sanity

- But he just prefers his own solitude

- Every stone keeper in this au has their amulets symbol on their back, depending if their amulet has an elemental power it will be engraved onto their back ( example: Emily has burn scars )

- Emily and Trellis each have each others amulet symbols on their hands ( Emily’s left and Trellis’s right )

[leihaddock]

T update a little over a year on T! (and a little about top surgery)

tmi warning obviously, under the cut

A little on me so you can quantify my experiences: I'm 163cm (5'4") tall, with fairly wide hips. Half Middle Eastern (so noticeably dark hair and olive skin tone), very into working out (gym 6x a week including almost daily cardio) and I've always been kinda heavy set. Not particularly chubby or anything overweight, but always on the upper measure of BMI (which isn't accurate but it's a reference), "heavy boned", with a noticeable lack of any muscle mass. I got top surgery in November I started T in January of last year and some of the first things I noticed, pretty much immediately: my voice felt different (started breaking around week 2), the frequency my body vibrated at finally made sense, my jaw got stronger, I got incredibly hungry and tired all the time, sweaty and started smelling different, and my skin *hated* me Part 1:

Bottom growth started around week 1 with enough sensitivity that even touching my bits hurt. By the end of week 2, I'd noticed a shift in how orgasms feel. E based orgasms feel channelled from the head, for me it originally felt like a sneeze building up until I could differentiate that. And I never felt satisfied. But by that point, depending on technique, I could channel a "head" orgasm vs. a "genitals" orgasm that people on T experience. It is fascinating With that also came the teenage horny levels which... holy fuck how do cis boys survive puberty? It wasn't a here and done thing but over the first couple of months it was just *a lot*. And how my bits worked changed as well, I went from the regular maintenance discharge (it still happens but it's different) to only really having any with arousal + a gush of it with an orgasm. Along with, ofc, getting boners. Keeping my libido in check, especially since I'm asexual, has been an experience tho Body hair started becoming real noticeable around the 1 month mark. As of now, I've got a very hairy belly, the hair on my face is there albeit still kinda thin, my chest is filling in and so are my shoulders. Also, ass hair growing in *itches like crazy*. All of it does to some extend but that was intense. My body hair is also not growing evenly. The right side of my chin and the left side of my face have more hair so do my right pec and left shoulder Shift in emotions! Most people on E know the frustration of "I'm angry but I'm also crying". Yeah that stopped. The main emotion I'm feeling is now also the main emotion shown outwards. This is right for me, so fucking right. It also makes me a little more scary which I'm still learning how to work around. Other mental changes including feeling like puberty again, which it is, which for me meant no more lucid dreaming until around 10 months in. I've already mentioned a shift in scent. It's a lot more intense now, which was to be expected, and I've grown to love my own scent so much. I'm allowing myself to be a lot more mammal and I'm incredibly scent sensitive so except for perfume every once in a while everything I've got is unscented. Therefore smells of me. It's great, some primal part of my brain is incredibly satisfied with that. The shift in scent includes arousal, sweating and just general scent My skin hated me, still kinda does. Oily skin, acne, always feeling like washing my face. I had to adapt to consistently changing my pillowcase every other week along with acne cremes for that to calm down. It's okay now but goddamn being 21 and looking like a pimply 13yo is frustrating af Voice changes! I woke up the day after my first T shot to my voice feeling weird. It dropped around week 2 as already mentioned and the last time I checked my voice has dropped from 230hz to 110hz. My adams apple went through stages of volume change, with shifting between round and poky. Learning how to speak with a lower voice has been an upwards curve but oh so worth it! It still randomly drops a little every once in a while

[wh3nturtlesfly]

heyyy, so i know that u just continued the this story not that long ago but can maayybe make another part to the story abt villain kidnapping hero while their bleeding out in the rain, no pressure ofc!

Of course, thank you so much for the ask! :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

They were weak. Whatever flowed through their veins had reduced Hero’s mind to pudding. They couldn’t think like this, much less move under the solution’s influence. Villain savored it, seeing them so helpless, the Hero was sure of it.

Through half-lidded eyes they watched Villain step through the doors of their room; their cell to be more accurate. The plush bed and soft covers did nothing to change that they were still trapped. The IV had been running on a constant ever since Hero had tried to fight back. It left their limbs nothing more than useless skin and bone, heavy against the weight of the medicine- if it could even be called that. Poison served a more accurate comparison.

It was late that evening, much too late for Villain to be visiting. Villain only ever came twice a day, first with new bandages and ointments, and second with a meal of some kind. Hero had tried to refuse the food. Better to starve than live through such a mess, though the more persistent they proved to be, the harsher Villain shoved the metal spoon down their throat.

Now they carried something different altogether in their hands. It shone under the lights and trailed behind Villain in translucent whisps. What was gathered in their arms had been folded into a neat bundle to which Villain set on the foot of the bed before strolling up to Hero with a devious smile. A touch of victory chimed in Hero’s mind as they observed the red mark that coiled around Villain’s neck. They caught Villain laying a hand upon it gently, rubbing away the pain Hero had caused- their sliver of revenge.

“You’re looking much better my dear,” Hero’s eyes could only drift lazily to where Villain laid a finger upon their cheek. Their touch was numb, the medicine had made sure that Hero wouldn’t feel it, though they still wished to pull away. “Your coloring has returned indeed. You’re no longer the pale apparition I found in the alley.”

“And you want me to thank you for it?” Hero struggled to get the words out. They were strung together in a slurred mess, but it was considered progress. Villain must have reduced their dosage if they were able to speak clearly.

“I would appreciate it if you were a little more understanding,” Villain’s grip became harsh and the cold prick of their fingers dug into Hero’s skin. “After all, I have a surprise for you.”

“My freedom?” The mere suggestion was a joke itself, but that didn’t stop Hero from asking.

Villain smiled sweetly. Somehow it couldn’t distract from the greedy look in their eyes. “Better than that,” they said, and retrieved a slim remote from their pocket. As they clicked one of the buttons Hero felt the pressure lessen on their arm. Already their mind had cleared some of its fog.

It was as if a weight had lifted, though the Villain would never be so kind without reason. Hero caught onto their yearning gaze, eager as it trailed over Hero’s form. “Now that you are well enough, I can truly display you.”

The garment at the edge of the bed made sense then. Villain’s hands found the silk-like fabric and ran over it with an eager grace. “You’ll make quite the conversation piece, and you know how I do love our talks.”

“You don’t own me,” Hero pulled their gaze away from the outfit. Despite its revealing nature, it was incredibly well made. Clearly hours upon hours had been dedicated to its manufacturing, from the embroidery that shimmered to the stitching that drew attention to just the right places. Wearing such a thing -much less with the Villain- would be a humiliation like no other. “I won’t go with you.”

Villain frowned, “And would you rather be a slug, left in this bed to rot with no one left to love you?” They held the remote tightly in their fingers, “You’re mine whether or not you deny it. It was not your precious agency that pulled you bleeding, dying from that alley. I saved you.”

Hero flinched as Villain’s hand gripped their wrist tightly. They still didn’t have the strength yet to squirm away. “I didn’t ask you to.”

“Your screams were plea enough.” Something shifted in the Villain’s expression. Their eyes softened, movements slowed as they leaned closer to the Hero, “So desperate, you would have given anything to live.”

Their hand found Hero’s bandages to which they carefully unwrapped. The gash across their chest met the cold air and a gasp escaped Hero’s lips. Without the IV, things were much more sudden. They could feel the dull sting arising from the wound with each passing second, accentuated as Villain traced a finger around the edges.

They grinned as Hero winced, “Without me, no one will help you. Like it or not, you have fallen into my hands and now it is time for the rest of the world to see.” Villain’s eyes trailed over Hero’s form dangerously, “Either that, or I have other ways of making you listen.” Their finger hovered over the button that controlled the IV. One push, and the Hero would be helpless again, unable to move, much less think of an escape.

Hero sighed, and the pressure made their ribs ache. From its place on the bed, the garment sparkled. At least at an event they could be away from the solution's influence. Villain’s touch was sickening, though not enough to leave them subdued.

“I cannot stand well on my own. I’ll need assistance until the drug has left my system.” The words were clipped as they fell from Hero’s mouth. They didn’t look, they were well aware the Villain was smiling.

“Such a smart choice darling,” Villain stood, and lingered at the door frame. They left the IV untouched, a sliver of freedom as the liquid poison already began its leave from Hero’s veins “My servants will dress you. Behave for them.” Then, just before they slipped away, Villain offered a devilish grin, “Don’t be late.”

Hero started planning their escape the moment the door clicked shut.

[sugutoad]

Im gonna let you pick between these two.

Aelys x Myrielle

Or

Maegora x Alaric

And who would their kid/kids be? And if you want to sprinkle their relationship in their too go for it!

ohh I adore these ideas!

ok so first for THE couple — Aelys x Myrielle

Name: Alysanne Vallici/Targaryen — take your pick for the last name (ok I think Aelys would convice Myrielle to use a Targ name and Myrielle, who struggles at saying ‘no’ to her partners, says ofc since she likes the names Alysanne AND it is to also honor the late Queen)

Gender: Female

General Appearance: The Targaryen genes are very evident. Alysanne would have the Targaryen hair, but it is much more gold in color because of Myrielle’s auburn hair. Her eyes are very pretty! She has a periwinkle color — a mix of lilac and blue from her mothers. She would be pretty short too. Aelys is really short if I remember correctly and Myrielle isn’t the tallest either (rather average in height). I literally just had to think of these two before I got a face claim!

Personality: She would be a really confident person. Aelys raised her in a way to not shy away from what she wants + she isn’t as psychotic as Aelys since Myrielle wants her daughter to be kind. She would be raised as a proper lady in court, with everything offered to her which is one of the reasons she would struggle to hear the word ‘no’ from others. She would have a very child like personality who always giggles around and never takes anything serious, but she was given excellent education as a kid and is those kids who skip class or are asleep yet they get perfect grades.

Special Talents: She‘d be an excellent singer. Writing her down, I couldn’t help but think of a singer if that makes the slightest of sense. She is a quick learner also everythung came easier to her, but singing was a challenge at first and all the other ladies in court could do it, so she set her mind upon it and like Aelys, she did not step down from what she want. She jusr ended up locking herself in her room a lot, singing until she was the best.

Who they like better: Ohh she likes both! Myrielle is more nurturing to her and soft, but she is also really protective and stricter while Aelys would give her the freedom she wants and just be the overall the chiller parent

Who they take after more: Aelys through and through from her looks to her personality!

Personal Headcanon: Alysanne prays a lot, she is a devout follower like Myrielle (that’s what happens when you grow up in the Vallici households). But she doesn’t believe in the Seven nor the Fourteen. She has this mixed version in her head from seeing each parent pray to different Gods and she wants to believe both are right and that neither mother is a liar. This child like ideology woild become a mindset and she would grow up believing in both aspects of both faiths, filling in plot holes and overlaps to justify herself.

Face Claim: Maria Valverde is THE face claim for her! Especially her as Lucreia! She has golden hair and this otherworldly beauty her mothers posses and the softness in Myrielle’s face

now for — Maegora x Alaric!

Name: Aerion Vallici. I was tempted to pick a non-Valyrian name but I saw this and I just knew Alaric would name his son that!

Gender: Male

General Appearance: He looks pure Vallici. He has Alaric’s dark and shaggy hair, paler skin and his overall built. He is much leaner than his father, but almost as tall as him as 6”1. His eyes are his from his Mother’s house instead of fhe Vallici blue. His eyes aren’t really light, but they are a dark purple that almosr appear black at times. High cheek bones like his beloved Mother. ALSO he has a little birthmark near his shoulder that looks like a mini star, but he always hides it away from everyone.

Personality: He love loves to rile people up! Well only his cousins and friends which he doesn’t have many of. He is really respectful of others and soft, just like Maegora during her youth. He is a bit of the a pathetic loser and gets emotional really easily. He gets love from his family, BUT he wants to feed off their love. He is touchy. He also pents up his anger. He does get emotional, yes, but he only expresses all of them except anger since ‘Mother says to not be mad at others’ ans all those mean thoughts he ever had ans wanted to say belong in his head. He seems so nice but he is a little bit of a bitch on the inside.

Special Talents: Aerion is really good at handling a sword. Despite his Mother’s disapproval, Alaric wanted Aerion to learn how to fight at a young age jusr like him. He used his connections to get Aerion the best knights to squire for and trained Aerion himself. Aerion however doesnr enjoy fighting much unless it’s for training purposes since he doesn’t like it when he trains since he always lets that bottled up anger through his sword and seeings himself uncontrolled at times terrifies him slightly.

Who they like better: Alaric. Maegora is an excellent mom but Aerion feels too coddled up and infantlized in her presence. Alaric treats him like he isn’t a baby but his proper age. He trains, drinks and laughs mainly with his father especially as a child at that estate since it was quite an isolated place especially if you are an onky child.

Who they take after more: Maegora. He is quiet, soft, touchy and a little bit of a air head at times and kind BUT he is a bit more meaner then his Mother

Personal Headcanon: He is a horrible liar. He does not lie often since it is obviously wrong, but when he does, he feels so guilty and if someone finds out he is lying, they won’t like him anymore in his head. Same wirh secrets. Small secrets that are harmless can be kept but if you tell him something bigger, it’s so obvious he is lying and hiding a truth or secret with how he speaks ans looks away. Normally the guilt gets to him ans he tells someone, even if it is a cousin or parent that would swear they won’t tell anyone. He just CAN’T handle holding secrets especially all by himself.

Face Claim: Spencer MacPherson! He has that boyish looks and is pretty. Plus he matches all the description!

[styxnbonez]

gonna kinda,, infodump for a second cuz im thinking abt a new guy i invented last night while Very High dsfhjkdf so dont mind me <3

so i was drawing last night and i got to the point where i was just . doodling for the sake of it and i drew a guy who kinda looked like every 2010s letsplayer so i just kinda ran w it and fucked around w a guy whos more youtuber than he is person...

i was high as shit and wasnt making much sense but i do like the ideas ive come up w since so ill still share the image !

he like,, focuses so much on content and his persona that he kinda starts forgetting who he rlly is? i went more abstract here but if i am to actually do anything i think itd be more of a dissonance between the persona he puts on for his videos and the Actual guy rather than a physical thing yknow.

didnt wanna draw again so i was fucking around w some picrews which i will Also share cuz i like em :]

(i used these two picrews btw)

he Doesnt have a name yet idk . i wanna give him some random white boy name that isnt even actually his yknow ? also the thing w his eyes is that he has hazel eyes but he has the color settings on his camera so that everythings just a liiittle brighter so his eyes look more green than they are, and his fans just. draw his eyes green . also he has a snake :] he loves her dearly :]

OKAY so while i was making these picrews i was like "hmm. should i add him to hex and moes story?? or like,, make a series out of this universe*, since theyre both abt a specific brand of youtubers" and i still havent decided (maybe once i have more story w this guy ill think abt it more) BUT i did find a character to potentially connect him with:

anas shitty ex boyfriend who killed her <3

so the lore on anastasia is that she was dating this dude and he killed her after she broke up w him after realizing she was aro. then she haunts her apartment, which hex and moe move into, eventually possessing moe to avenge herself and kill her shitty ex boyfriend <3 yay <3

i only had a little bit abt her bf, just enough for him to not feel too flat, cuz while he Is a major driving force in the story, he doesnt get much of a role and he dies anyway so like. ive been focusing on the main characters ofc. but i Did make him in One picrew a year or two ago and i Think i gave him a name (based on what the file name of the picrew i have of him is called):

(picrew i used)

i believe his name is vessel. he named himself in the "omg this is such a good word im gonna look so chill and swag if i change my name to it" (looks like a loser) way, not the trans way. bro is Painfully cishet dfhjg but like,, hes a hipster and a condescending dick and thats. all i had tbh.

but now im thinking abt making him Youtube Guys roommate/fellow youtuber who all the fans ship him with (this is a bad thing btw i dont,, ship real ppl ofc lmao) and i Do wanna redesign him a tad but ..... the bones of smth more fleshed out are there now.... hes not just Some Guy Ana Kills....

the idea thus far is that Youtube Guy knew abt what vessel did to ana, but kept quiet for their careers + thats his Roommate and Best Friend. he had the capacity to kill his own girlfriend (albeit Sort of unintentionally), if Guy speaks up vessel is Absolutely going to kill him!!! something something toxic yaoi but its not really yaoi and theyre queerbaiting the internet and Guy doesnt feel safe around vessel anymore<3

i Could make them the same guy (they look similar but im gonna change that) but. the funny youtuber yaoi appealed to me more than the more logical answer dfghjd maybe ill consider it sometime in the future but what abt my two content creators who start to lose their sense of self through years of appeasing the parasocial audience in Very different ways (one thinks hes the greatest thing ever, even above murder and the other is scared and sad and lost all the time) ?? i like them a lot and what are ocs for if not mashing together random silly tropes you enjoy?

ermmm sorry for yapping so much uhhh . i wanna start actually,, posting abt my ocs instead of being vague and pretending everyone knows what im on abt at any given moment <3 so im gonna start doing that now methinks :]]

[servndipityz]

what if.. what if first kissing Nam-gyu in one of the lasts rounds during Mingle (already having a crush on him for a lil while) because of the sheer adrenaline and then the reader js dies next round (or nearly, up to u) after promising to each other they’d finish this back in the lobby room?.. (IN MY HEAD THIS MAKES SENSE IDK)

a/n ── loveddd this request! hopefully i didn't write him too ooc.... anyway, i tried to make it kinda angsty but ofc i gave it a happy ending bc apparently i'm a 7 year old who can't handle sad endings. hope you like it!

DO OR DIE

warnings ── blood, general squid game themes

word count ── 1.8k

when you’d all been dragged to the colorful room, nam-gyu hadn’t thought it could ever look like this.

bloody, dark, and terrifying.

the children's song playing on repeat was starting to drill into his skull as the carousel spun round and round, the bodies on the floor piling up. you had been playing for three rounds—maybe four. he wasn’t sure anymore.

the effects of the pill thanos had given him were starting to wear off, and a slow dread curled in his stomach at the thought of playing yet another round.

next to him stood you, though he refused to look. every time he had during these games, the drugs only made him nauseous. the way you looked so scared, so afraid of what could happen, made him almost—almost—regret voting O.

so, he’d decided he wouldn’t look at you at all. whatever strange feeling you gave him from the very beginning couldn't be good. the way you watched him when he made a rude comment, like you were trying to understand instead of just hating him for it. the way his stomach tightened when you were around—which was often, since you’d joined his team. or the way it burned when thanos threw an arm over your shoulder in that ridiculous, flirty way.

it had to be the drugs. bad quality, probably. what kind of shitty drug would make him want to be near you all the time, though? that, he didn’t know. and he considered himself a drug connoisseur.

anyway, now wasn’t the time for stupid thoughts. the music had stopped. the carousel had come to a halt. the lights had gone out.

"two." the voice echoed through the loudspeakers.

immediately, everyone started screaming, and nam-gyu felt his hazed mind reel. in a frenzy, he turned to his side, searching for someone to pair up with—only to see you gripping thanos’ arm, saying something to him.

of course. you were going to pair with him, and nam-gyu was going to fucking die.

he jumped off the carousel, desperately scanning the chaos for someone, anyone, to pair with. but there was no one.

everyone was running, screaming, and he knew that if he didn’t find a partner fast, his chances of finding an empty room were less than slim.

he was going to fucking die. all because of a fuckass rapper and a bi—

"where are you going?" you shouted, cutting off his thoughts as you ran after him.

he spun around, wild-eyed, just as you reached him—your expression just as frantic. before he could react, you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and yanked him forward, sprinting toward an empty room.

"what the fuck!" he shouted, nearly stumbling as you pulled him with more strength than he thought you had. but he had no choice—he had to run. the two of you barreled forward, straight for the door.

inches away.

then—shit.

two other players grabbed the handle.

without thinking, you shoved one of them, struggling to push him away from the door. nam-gyu kicked at the other’s hand with all his strength, feeling bones crack under his foot. he didn’t care.

the man’s pained scream was all the opening you needed. in a heartbeat, you both shoved the players aside, slipped into the room, and slammed the door shut.

with trembling hands, you locked it as fast as you could.

you pressed your back against the wall, your breathing erratic as the people outside still screamed for a room. nam-gyu ran his hands through his hair, trying to soothe himself more than anything.

both of your ragged breaths filled the room until you finally opened your eyes to look at him, having regained at least a bit of oxygen.

"what the fuck!" you finally screamed, stepping forward.

nam-gyu could swear he saw fire behind your eyes, and it almost scared him more than dying in this stupid game. he turned to face you, brows furrowed.

"were you trying to get us killed?" you shouted again. "why the fuck would you run off like that?"

"you fucking paired with thanos!" he screamed back, his fear masked as anger. he stepped forward too. how could you blame this on him?

"you're so stupid!" your voice cracked with frustration. "i was telling him to pair with min-su so i could pair with you and save our asses!"

he inhaled sharply, ready to throw another insult your way, but as you finished yelling, he froze.

you were making a fucking strategy.

of course you were. god, you were such a smartass. so annoying. so infuriating.

so damn perfect.

"are you not gonna say anything?" you yelled again, thrown off by the way he’d suddenly gone silent. his jaw tensed, his chest heaving, clearly thinking something—but he just stared at you, eyes tracing your features like he was trying to burn them into his memory.

you were livid now. "you fucking junkie," you snapped, closing the short distance between you. your finger jabbed into his chest, accusatory, unrelenting.

you'd been nothing but nice to him this whole time, and he'd been nothing but cruel to you. every damn day. you had every right to be fucking mad. of course you were. for whatever reason, you cared about him—you wanted to defend him, wanted him to survive this stupid game. and still, he’d almost gotten you both killed.

but as you shoved your finger against his chest, his breathing turned ragged, even more uneven than before. why was he looking at you like that?

to him, your touch only made everything worse. were you insulting him? maybe. he wasn’t so sure anymore—he’d tuned out everything but you, his brain fuzzy, his body tense.

he'd been so mean to you all this time. trying to push away those strage feelings he had every time he looked at you.

but at this point, did it really matter? maybe you’d both be dead in a couple of days. and then what? he’d regret not doing this for the rest of his life. or the rest of his death. or…

"shit," he muttered under his breath.

his hands shot up to cup your face, and before he could think twice, he crushed his lips against yours.

you let out a surprised yelp, heat rushing through your body the second his lips met yours. but you didn’t pull away. as soon as your brain caught up, you kissed him back, messy and desperate as you stumbled backward, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud.

your fingers tangled in his hair, your other hand running up and down the back of his neck. he groaned against your mouth, breaking the kiss just for a second before diving back in, his lips moving over yours like he’d been starving for this.

he pressed open-mouthed kisses wherever he could reach, and for a brief moment, he wondered if he’d already died. if this was heaven. his hand left your cheek, trailing down your side, his touch light but desperate, like he wanted you even closer than you already were.

then you let out a soft whimper, and the sound sent a shiver up his spine—right as he heard the quiet click of the door unlocking behind him.

you pulled back first, breathless, letting out a quiet, awkward laugh. his hands lingered on your waist, his eyes locked onto your lips like he was using every ounce of restraint not to kiss you again. because, fuck, he was.

"we need to get back out," you murmured, nodding toward the door. the next round would start soon.

he blinked, still dazed, nodding slightly like he was struggling to process your words.

"okay," he finally said, his gaze still fixed on you. "we'll finish this when the fucking game is over."

you nodded back, giving his hand a quick squeeze where it still rested on your waist. then, finally, you both stepped out of the room and made your way back to the carousel, forced to dodge the pools of blood staining the floor.

"what happened to you, ma' boy?" thanos called out to nam-gyu the second he spotted you two settling in, looking at his disheveld hair.

nam-gyu shot him a look, hastily running a hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it out. he opened his mouth to answer—

but before he could, the carousel lurched into motion, the music flooding the room once again.

as the music stopped once again, your throat ran dry. it was the last round—finally—and the loudspeakers announced the number of players.

"seven."

nam-gyu froze, glancing at his group. thanos, min-su, you... no way were you seven. their breaths came ragged as they looked around, searching—until they spotted another group, just big enough to combine with theirs.

"run, c'mon!" thanos shouted, already sprinting toward them. the others followed, adrenaline surging through their veins. relief was just within reach—nam-gyu could almost taste it. it was almost over.

nam-gyu barely registered the rush of air, the burn in his legs. the door was right there. safety was right there.

then, something twisted in his gut. something wrong.

he turned. you weren’t with them.

"wait!" he choked out, but hands grabbed at his jacket, dragging him forward. then he saw you—on the ground, struggling to get up. blood, maybe, or something else had made you slip. but the distance between you two kept growing as nam-gyu was pulled toward the nearest room.

"we're already seven!" someone yelled, tightening their grip when they noticed him resisting. "we don't need anyone else!"

nam-gyu didn’t listen. he didn’t care. not about their number, not about the game. but before he could break free, they forced him inside. the door slammed shut behind him, locking. his fingers clenched around the handle, desperate, useless.

"what is wrong with you, man?" thanos shouted, shoving him away as he tried to look outside through the little window.

"we fucking left her there!" nam-gyu shouted back, his voice cracking, pushing him just as hard. but when he turned back to look outside, you were gone.

maybe you were okay. or maybe… maybe they'd already killed you.

the seconds until the door opened again dragged on like an eternity. nam-gyu was practically buzzing when he heard the lock click, stumbling out of the room and frantically looking around.

you weren't there. you weren't anywhere. his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, a loud white noise rippling through his head, making it impossible to think.

and then—there you were.

stepping out of a room on the opposite side. the ringing stopped. god, his heart almost stopped.

your red eyes flicked around, searching, until they landed on him.

it took him a second to move, like his brain was trying to send the signal but his legs weren’t listening. you both crossed the room fast, until you stood face to face. and then—just stopped.

his hands were shaking when he reached for you, his gaze catching on a tear still clinging to your cheek. for a moment, it looked like he might stay like that forever—silent, still, unsure if you were even real.

and then, he cupped your face. but this time, it was different. this time, it was gentle.

it felt strange coming from nam-gyu. but somehow, it felt right.

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[nacaharachuya]

boycaca: (Im hoping you can answer to my submissions now since im assuming the reason you weren’t able to previously was bc i had to verify my email… smh i sat there trying to figure out how to do it for a few minutes man I’m telling you I’m in my boomer era 😭☝️

ANYWAYS watching you talk about how the idea/possibility of dazai being fit is not completely bonkers since he’s not actually weak and how bones twinkified him and took away his broad shoulders on twitter gives me life. You’re so right. They made my guy SKELETAL (alongside every other character tbh) in the anime and i cannot forgive that

Listen i get the prettyboy dazai belief I completely understand it but.. aurgh HANDSOME dazai is sumn else… i will forever cling to the idea that dazai is more of a handsome prettyboy than a beautiful prettyboy like a lifeline (does that even make sense) like i want harukawa to draw dazai without his shirt off not in a horny way but because i gotta see his shoulders underneath those clothes PLEASE 🙏 (okay so maybe i do say this in a horny way… only a little)

Istg if i were to achieve my dream art style i would draw dazai all day everyday you dont even understand. I’d probably start drawing the mf on my walls at some point because the way i would draw him similarly to spike from cowboy bebop is insane. Spike is one of the very few fictional characters that i am actually attracted to and despite the fact that i am not attracted to any bsd character i am so set on believing that dazai has a similar vibe to him. I can just feel it in my bones my skin my soul theres something about dazai that COULD be like spike. If i just tweaked him a liiiiiittle bit… the dazai i imagine in my mind would end up as another fictional crush (delusional) )

boycaca i think we're like the same person cause I LITERALLY AGREE SO HARD??!?!?!?!?!?! They twinked a lot of characters because bones decided to animate it differently than they had other mangas at that point. Usually, they were super good with staying on point with the style of the manga like noragami or vanitas or fma but GODDAMN THEY DROPPED THE BALL INTO ACID OR SOMETHING WITH BSD. harukawas style is so fluid and beautiful so maybe it would be harder for them to animate, but the extreme body changing I just hate. It's not only dazai ofc there's several other characters that got nerfed but dazai they sillified and twinkified and that has made me so sad.

I also just want to see them all lined up with their body types and SPIKE SPIEGEL FITS DAZAI SO WELL?? COWBOY BEBOP IS ONE OF MY ULT FAVS AND DAZAI AND SPIKE ARE WEIRDLY SIMILAR YOU GET IT!!!!!!!!!! The body type is broader shoulders and a slimmer waist (which tbh is just more of a masculine body type ik) is what dazai has but bones makes them look so...sick and skinny. I'm the world's biggest hater for them taking away the broad shoulders. like I think dazai has a natural classic beauty to him that makes him pleasant to look at because he's got an easy-to-digest face, but he is ultimately handsome. I have a few artists that have drawn him perfectly in my mind and it fits with his description of being a tall, lean, handsome man [look up @byuntaman on twt their dazai and chuu is perfect] I don't see him as very weak because there really is no basis to it when you are comparing him to chuuya. Chuuya's job was to bring the brawn and he was expected of that from the time of being with the Sheep, so naturally, when he's in the mafia he's going to keep up his reputation of being THE STRONG DUDE. It's unfair to compare Dazai to him tbh. Also, the pm trains their members, I'm guessing Dazai would go through that because Mori is not going to be willing to lose him from lack of prep. Yes, dazai is smart, but smarts don't get you out of a chokehold T_T.

I could rant about this all day long, but I think people just live with silly dazai too much and forget he's a capable person who can also defend himself and not just by manipulating the situation. It's a little far-fetched to think dazai can control EVERYTHING to the point of basically winning fights with his mind. like. no.

[monkiementor]

Hello I don't want to bug you but can you a Redson x lady bone demons child! reader?

Like reader would hide the fact they're the child of the lady bone demon not wanting to relate to her in anyway because reader hates her but has the same powers as her until they come clean to Redson about it.

Have a good day/night.

Ofc! [For everyone wondering, I post every weekend or when I’m not busy!! Just lettin you knoww lolol “”]

Redson x gn child reader [fluff] [a tiny bit of angst??]

“You’re WHO’s child?!”

You sat on the couch reading a book, you were trying to figure out how best to break the news to the demon that your mother is LBD. You sighed in frustration before flipping through another book that wasn't interesting enough for you to focus on. LBD was a spiritual demon that some people knew of. If anyone found out you were LBD's child, everyone would fear you. Which you don't want that to happen, ever since you ran away and decided to live with Mk and his friends your life has been perfect. You really didn't like being related to someone like her, you didn't even see her as your mother anymore.

A couple of weeks after you ran away from her you met Redson, he wasn't so sure of you at first since you gave off a strange aura but he's grown to like you a bit. He even let you hang around with him which was rare since he hated having people close to him. You sighed as you closed your book, you had an idea of what you wanted to say to Redson but you were scared. You were scared that he might kill you or tell his parents, you might lose all your friends that you've made. "Reader?" You snapped up your head to find Redson standing near the door looking concerned. "Yes, Redson? Do I need to go upstairs to bed?" 

You asked trying to sound nonchalant Redson shook his head "No, no you can stay here if you want." He said walking over to sit next to you, you looked at each other awkwardly. He took notice that you were acting weird "Is something wrong Reader?" He asked, his voice sounding worried You hesitated "What do you mean?" You questioned hoping you sounded normal He frowned "Are you feeling alright? Is there anything that I should know?" His eyes searching yours for answers You shifted a bit under his gaze "No, no it's nothing like that." You said finally He nodded "Then what is it?" He inquired again You stared into his red eyes you couldn't bring yourself to spill your secret "I'm... I'm..." You tried desperately to think of the right words "LBD's..." You managed to stammer out "I'm her child..." His eyes widened in shock and confusion as he slowly processed what you just told him. "Wait... What?!" He asked The room suddenly fell silent, both of you staring at one another unsure what to do. Eventually, Redson spoke up He stood up as his hands started to catch on fire, and your eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me sooner." You flinched "I was going to! It's just that I was scared!"

You yelled defending yourself Redson scoffed "Oh please, I have literally been hanging out with you and I've seen you act so...human." You stared at the ground refusing to make eye contact "Well... It doesn't matter now, does it?" You replied quietly Redson stared at you for a moment as he sighed, the flames from his hands disappeared as he started to walk closer to you "Listen." He paused "I'm sorry okay? You're my friend and for you to suddenly say that out of nowhere shocked me." He reached forward cupping your cheek "I won't tell anyone about this unless you want me to," Redson said softly Your eyes widened in surprise as you stared at him, he didn't even hesitate, he was just willing to keep this secret for you. That made you feel a sense of relief knowing that he would never betray you like that. "Thank you Redson." You muttered He smiled "I'm still mad at you for not telling me sooner though." He added. You chuckled "I'll get you back someday." You joked Redson rolled his eyes as he pulled you into a hug "Y/N, you're a good kid." He mumbled in your hair. You smiled into his chest "Yeah, yeah, whatever." You replied Redson then pulled away, "You aren't like her..right? You won't try to harm or control others as she did?" He asked raising an eyebrow You shrugged "She's hurt a lot of people, but I promise I don't have those traits." You stated. Redson sighed "I believe you." He said placing a hand on your shoulder "Now let's get you to bed, I don't want my parents complaining about why we're still up" He mumbled making you giggle. Redson walked you up to one of the guest's rooms, you turned around giving him a small smile before opening your door "Good night Redson." You said closing the door. He smiled back 

"Good night Idiot."