#but it doesn't stop me from being scared about it

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 6 part 1

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ooh the "magick" mitzvah? I've been puzzling about the connection between william and billy, that's an interesting detail. I'll elaborate in a minute

I've seen a lot of irony about joe locke clearly not being 13 here, but the thing is, sometimes boys do suddenly hit puberty and have an insane growth spurt! and then you get the hilarious visuals of some guy sitting in a tiny desk in a classroom full of children.

my point being, they should have had joe dancing with a bunch of actual 13 year olds, it would have been so fucking funny

I love mama and papa kaplan, and it really gets to me that they lost their boy and don't even know it. I was worried about billy's episode because I thought it would be just a bunch of marvel tie-ins with no heart. glad to report I was wrong

lilia who hates witch stereotypes performing those very stereotypes in order to not fucking starve

william's reflection is billy reversed

lilia foresees william's death and billy's takeover, and she is SO sorry for him. patti as usual conveys so much, you can tell her heart is breaking but she's being kind and lying in order to not scare this poor kid. and this is exactly why being a Seer has always been a burden to lilia, how do you form any relationships, how do you love someone when you've already seen the day you're going to lose them?

“The Tower Reversed.” disaster, destruction, sudden upheaval. but reversed, it means miraculous transformation.

and there is something about lilia choosing this moment as the most representative for billy, a moment that symbolize both billy and william. this is future!lilia embracing her own strength and reclaiming the coven and the community she denied herself her whole life. and not only she includes billy in it, but also william as a fundamental part of billy, a kid that she protected and cherished despite meeting him only briefly.

not only lilia goes above and beyond for william, hiding the truth from him, inviting him to enjoy the party she knows will be his last. she hides the sigil on him so she can protect billy too, because she knows that another little boy is about to wake up in a strange reality and be so lost. she tells william he's a good egg, but she is the goodest egg.

I love the little choices here. wanda's voice on the radio, pretending she's in an idyllic sitcom marriage. and a real life marriage where wanda's 1950s tropes are reversed, rebecca is the one who drives and grabs her husband's hand to reassure him.

another great detail: the dissolving Hex reflected in the car window.

the parallels are taking my breath away. two moms, agatha and rebecca, fiercely loving and protective. both would blame themselves for their sons dying.

but sometimes, boys die. and to quote jac shaeffer, that is tragedy enough to fill the universe.

you can hear william's heart slow down and stop. then, when billy takes over, it starts beating like crazy.

and here's alice, who's also never met william (or billy) before, but she will unquestionably do her utmost to help.

I miss you so much, alice

he's so scared. the way he shakes his head and doesn't know where to look.

imagine being born yesterday, and suddenly you are in a different body and your head is cracked and you're surrounded by strangers. and your brother is nowhere.

that is the worst omelet I've ever seen in my life by the way

(also I know billy is used to instant growth, but imagine switching from child to teenager just like that, it's like going through puberty in two seconds. kafkaesque nightmare fuel)

and it's just so realistic and so moving that the kaplans are presenting a united front even though they are crumbling underneath. and they won't say any of it out loud because they are good fucking parents and it's their job to protect and worry without their kid ever feeling guilty about it. (billy does end up reading their minds because they're not equipped to parent a superhero yet. not that they wouldn't RAISE TO THE FUCKING CHALLENGE. I love you rebecca and jeff kaplan)

william liked classic movies, board games and magic tricks. there were budding hints at a goth vibe too, with dario argento quotes and creepy victorian posters. it doesn't seem at all incompatible with the person billy will eventually grow up to be, I know he had to settle into william's life, but he didn't revolutionize any of it, he kind of followed in william tracks. I think that yes, william died just as wanda dissolved the hex and it was a wrong place and wrong time kind of situation, but he also had to be a compatible donor - as similar as billy as possible, I don't know if genetically or soul-wise or what. they even look a bit similar, same ears, same nose, same eyes, same chin, same triangular face.

these guys really like doing mirror shots, don't they

by the way I will keep calling him Boyf because it's so damn funny, but I do know his name is eddie and I'm really really happy for the representation. there won't be any particularly deep meta about these two because gay boys are so, so far from my realm of interest or expertise, I'm sorry if you were looking forward to it. if you want to add context or ideas about them please do!

another possibility is that billy's soul, while not having any of wiliam's memories, was still shaped and conditioned by his dna and brain chemistry and past experiences, so in a sense william is still in there. you put software in a different hardware, it's gonna affect its performance.

I'll say this about boyf, he's very sweet. billy gives him this crazy story and he doesn't flinch, he just tries to understand and be supportive.

*cough cough* nerd

but look, he's pulling a detective agnes! he really is an agatha mini me.

ah yes, the future coven looking after billy even before meeting him. lilia giving him the sigil, alice being first responder on the site of the accident, jen saving his dating life by teaching him good skincare (he's a teenager! he's got pimples!)

you guys, I hope you don't mind me dedicating some time to billy alone, but I do like this episode a lot.

and tomorrow: it's the return of butch agatha!

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Adam slowly stirred awake. He could hear his daughter laughing, and Lucifer was talking. The sound alone made Adam smile. He never thought he'd actually enjoy Lucifer's company, let alone trust him to look after Avery properly, but he was pleasantly surprised.

Adam sat up and stretched, just in time for Lucifer and his daughter to walk in.

Lucifer: There he is! Come on, darling. Come inside.

Lucifer stood out if the way for Avery to crawl in.

Adam: Hey, sweetie!

Avery: Mama!

Lucifer: That's right, darling. We've been busy, haven't we?

Avery: Papa!

Adam laughed and watched as Lucifer snapped his fingers, and a large tray of food and drink spawned in the bed.

Asam: Ooh, what's this?

Lucifer picked up Avery and out her in a high chair next to the bed.

Lucifer: Well, you both only have today and tomorrow. Before you have time, go back to Heaven, so I'd like to treat you both while your still here.

Adams has been thinking about going back to Heaven, and he's slightly scared. He doesn't want to go back. All that's waiting for him is paperwork, and Sera being on his ass. The only thing stopping him from staying in Hell is how much danger Avery would be in. Especially when the exterminations happen.

She's an angel, she deserves Heaven.

Lucifer: Adam? You okay, buddy?

Adam perked up and smiled at Lucifer: Uh- yeah! This looks great!

Lucifer wasn't convinced: You sure? Thinking pretty hard over there

Adam: ...yeah, in a way... just thinking thinking about Heaven... and you...

Lucifer: Me? What about me?

Adam blushed and looked away: That... I don't want to leave... I maybe kinda sorta want to stay here with you...

What about an au where Adam goes to Hell for night trips, wher ehe just parties and fucks. He has a disguise (it's just a slightly different looking helmet).

Lucifer joins his daughter and her friends at a bar, where he sees "Adam". He instantly knows it's him, but he's curious as to what he's doing.

So Lucifer spends hours flitting with him and buying him drinks to get him drunk. But Lucifer actually finds himself having a great time.

Long story short- they fuck, Adam doesn't let Lucifer know he's Adam. He goes back to Heaven and after a few months, he finds out he's pregnant.

Which is fucking weird cause he's definitely a dude, and he's very dead. But Lucifer's the Devil 🤷.

He basically has to play it off as him getting fat. It's working until the next meeting with Lucifer happens during his ninth month, and he's goes into labor right in front of Lucifer.

Lucifer: Why didn't you tell me your were fucking pregnant!?

Adam: Because you didn't know it was me!!

Lucifer: Yes I did! You have the same face!

Adam: ..... Oh..

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How Ash's Sexual Abuse Impacts His Perception of Himself Part 2:

Example eight: Ash's rape by Colonel Foxx and the aftermath of it. I've seen people try to claim that Ash's defiance of Foxx, telling him "Well, do whatever you want to me. You're never gonna dominate me. Ever. My mind and my spirit are mine. I'll fight you assholes all the way! With Everything I got!" is somehow proof that Ash wasn't deeply affected or traumatized by what Foxx did to him, that what Foxx did to him didn't have a devastating affect on Ash's self-esteem or self-perception. I think that claim is patently absurd. It completely fails to account for the direct aftermath of the rape, in which we see Ash have a literal, mental breakdown, unable to stop shaking and sick with himself, and even Ash's terrified, horrified expressions leading up to the rape. It seems clear to me that Ash's defiance of Foxx was a desperate attempt to shield himself from the horror of what he knew was about to happen. It has always read to me as the tragic attempts of a boy who's been rendered helpless, grasping pitifully for some way to cope with his own powerlessness and the pain of what he's about to suffer. It's obvious from Ash's breakdown afterward that his claim to Foxx that he'll "never be dominated" was all bluster, because Ash's reaction afterward shows he very much feels as though he has been dominated. He starts to break down because he's just been shown he can be made just as powerless and helpless now as he was when he was a little boy. This is truly one of the most tragic and heartbreaking moments in the story, because we see any belief Ash might have started to gain that he could escape his role in life being brutally snuffed out. Foxx raping Ash, after Ash has essentially become an adult and begun for the first time to develop for himself a sense of control and independence in his life, basically serves as a cruel reminder to Ash that any sense of freedom he may have felt, any sense of being able to choose anything for himself, was all just an illusion, and he'll forever and always be nothing more than an object designed to satisfy the desires of others.

Example nine: Ash telling Jessica that Foxx raped him, and admitting, essentially, that the only reason he hasn't allowed all the times he's been raped to cripple him mentally is because he simply couldn't afford to. He says "If I needed a year to get over every time I was raped, I'd be dead from old age". He's saying it's happened to him so many times, that's he's had to learn to bury the pain of it in order to keep living. That doesn't in any way mean Ash isn't being deeply affected, though, or that those experiences of rape haven't traumatized and devastated him or continued to impact him psychologically. He's just lived a life so on the edge, that he's never had a moment to actually contend with the disabling affects of his abuse. We see this play out in real time, going from the scenes in example eight, of Ash starting to have a breakdown over what Foxx did to him, to his seemingly detached, unaffected demeanor with Jessica. It's not that he's unaffected by what Foxx did to him, it's that he's actively pushing the negative emotions the experience has conjured in him down in order to keep on. He isn't dealing with his trauma, he's just pretending it isn't there.

Example ten: Ash brushing off Eiji's attempts at encouragement and suggestion of him becoming a model by saying how the only kind of modeling he would be good at or able to do is posing for "kiddie porn mags". He apologizes to Eiji after, seeing he's upset him, saying there's "something the matter with me", but it's obvious that this is what Ash really thinks about himself. He thinks the only thing he would be qualified to work as is a child prostitute. The only thing he thinks he's good at is being a sex object and a killer.

Example eleven: Ash talking with Blanca at the end, and saying he's "never scared (himself) or felt so ashamed of (himself) as right now." Ash thinks of Eiji's goodness and warmth, and compares himself negatively to that goodness and warmth. Being around Eiji, and the way being around him made Ash feel better about himself, ultimately only served to remind Ash of what he feels is his own, inherent rottenness. He sees himself in direct contrast to Eiji, a darkness which threatens to swallow Eiji's light up. He decides he can't be in Eiji's life because his own badness will eventually lead to Eiji's own destruction. Again, we see here exemplified the ways in which the abuse Ash has suffered, and the kind of life he's been forced to live as a result of that abuse, has severely impacted his ability to see his own goodness and light. He's fully convinced he's a bad person, and the only reason he ever might have felt less terrible or like he could be better was by virtue of being in proximity to someone as good and pure as Eiji. He isn't able to see himself as the source of his goodness. He isn't able to see that light as coming from within himself. He believes fully there's only ugliness and horror inside him.

Example twelve: I've also seen it suggested by some people that this scene, and Ash saying "I'm just glad I wasn't born a girl. They get it even worse, so then I'd be a real slut." is supposed to be indicative of him not actually seeing himself in that light, but again, I completely disagree. Ash acts nonchalant and unaffected by the abuse he's suffered because it's the only way for him to cope with it, as I established in example nine. He's doing the same thing in the above scene. He's coping. He's trying to brush off the fact he's been sexually molested and raped since the age of 7 and on as no big deal, by saying well, at least he's not a girl, because when girls are sexually abused, they get branded a "slut" and then it's even worse for them. That doesn't mean Ash doesn't think of himself as a slut, or a sex object (he clearly does, as I've spent these two, long posts establishing), it means Ash thinks he has it easier than a girl would in his position, because boys and men aren't looked at the same way as girls and women who get sexually assaulted and/or raped. It's similar to how Yashiro, in "Twittering Birds Never Fly" tries to downplay his own, sexual abuse when he makes his comment to Kagayama that it's "different" for women who are raped. It's this idea that boys and men should be able to handle being sexually abused better than women, because the societal expectation is that boys and men can't be raped and/or sexually assaulted in the same way as girls and women. They don't face the same sort of social expectations of virginal purity and, so, don't face the same sort of social stigma a girl or woman faces after being sexually assaulted/abused. Ash is saying the only reason he's not seen as a slut by society is because he's not a girl. That social stigma is exemplified by Shorter's own response here, saying if Ash was a girl, he'd never have become a prostitute to begin with. That he'd be a "a real class act who wouldn't even give somebody like me the time of day.". Shorter is basically saying he doesn't see Ash as a slut because he's a boy, and if he was a girl, he wouldn't act the way he does as a boy. All this proves is that Ash is aware of the different ways in which society treats men and women, especially in regards to their sexuality. He's saying he'd be treated as a "real slut" if he was a girl. But of course, Ash already is treated by his abusers as if he's a slut. Shorter himself treated Ash like he was some manipulative whore because of what happened with Ricardo and Frankie. So what Ash says here isn't true at all. Him being a boy doesn't change the way he gets treated and spoken to. And it's obvious, from the way Ash treats himself, that he thinks of himself the same way. That there's some part of him that believes he deserves to be treated that way, because, again, he sees himself as nothing more than a sex object.

That comes from years of horrific abuse. Of being told again and again that his feelings don't count, his thoughts don't count, what he wants doesn't matter. Ash may be able to stand outside himself at times and objectively recognize that the way he's been treated all his life is wrong, and that his abusers are the truly evil ones. But it's the way Ash talks about and treats himself that exposes the truth. He treats himself as though he's just as worthless as all his abusers have always told him he was. And that tells us, undoubtedly, that Ash, in the most tragic way possible, has always, actually believed them.

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whirl x gn! masochist reader

nsfw content. warnings: sexual content. mild blood. dirtytalk. humiliation/painplay.

whirl being whirl. nasty ensues.

"quit yer squirming, fleshie."

his warning garbles to a thick, coated snarl which sends the wire thin hair of your arms erect. you can feel a dribble of warmth flood out your nose down your jaw instead, ignoring the bitter tang and panting out your grievances instead.

motherfucker had started all this by breaking it.

you don't even have the comfort that it was accidental, because despite popular belief whirl rarely does anything without some premeditated thought.

his claws make quick work of your uniform, shredding through supposedly the galaxy's most endurable nylon and mesh with a rattle to his engines. what a scam.

that glowing orb of an optic burns bright in your reflection, which between blotted lashes and stinging tears looks awfully pleased. another whine crawls free from your throat.

"fuck, fuck, f-fuck! you fuck! stop tearing my shit, you're such an asshole—"

he must have liked that too. his attention doesn't wander though a servo does, catching your throat as a grizzley would salmon. it's strangely familiar to an animal planet special, you think, seeing his predatory frame dwarf yours.

no amount of struggling would have gone your favor anyhow.

whirl gives a mean laugh that shouldn't make you gush, but it does and he knows, especially as he uses your neck as a way to keep your hips grinding against the sharp corners of his sink.

"aw, don't be like that meatbag. and here i thought we were makin' progress!"

his spike bulges in you. you let out a shrill, wanton sob. he's grossly leering at your ass at this point, watching skin and flesh and muscle ripple the harder he goes. he thinks about the pinpricks he's left digging into you and how you take all the abuse he dishes so, so well.

"you getting.. ha.. ffff.. cold pedes, huh? you wish you were - slag, you're tighter than, shhiiii-- doing this with someone else? someone nice?"

the cackle you earn is maniacal as you manage to violently shake your head, a hand of yours slamming against the mirror as you fight to throw your weight back and meet his cruel affections.

it's difficult to find at what point your sanity finally unfolded and ended up in the lap of this psycho.

everyone is so, so nice. rodimus deemed it necessary.

everyone smiles at you, mostly. guides you, listens to you, enamored or curious or respectful enough to keep their dislike quiet.

it's excruciating. you don't like the unknown and you question the present, if it's genuine or not.

but whirl? oh, he made his opinions loud and clear. and when he insulted you and your size and the way your eyeballs bulged out your head like you were some scooped out animal when you got scared, there was a silent, shared understanding between you two as the crew tried to argue him to silence.

he saw you. he knew you and what you needed in a heartbeat.

an arrangement was made.

you aren't dating. you aren't in love and if you are it's in a way that doesn't fit standards. it's not as if you're worried though the previous entanglements where he managed to tug your jealousy from its shell leaves uncomfortable questions unanswered.

"hey. hey. don't you dare pass out on me. i want you awake when i overload. i want you alive."

a weak noise pitters when you force your control back into gear. slamming into glass shards isn't ideal.

not this time at least.

god, you are a freak.

"m-maybe you aren't hitting it like you need to be. go harder. i want to feel you burst my guts."

whirl doesn't stop but you see golden crescent, squinting at you. his claws delve into your hair and tug your scalp.

a yowl of joy is gargled with drool. limp and pliant, he now can fully destroy you and enjoy how noodly you get for him, almost as if the bones of your spine and arms and legs have disintegrated and he's fragging a puddle of goo.

"there's my nasty babe."

his spike swells. you can feel each inch grow fat with fluid, knocking into soft, sopping flesh and rubbing spots internally your fingers, toys and partners never had the expertise to find.

a claw, still holding your head hostage, is long enough to hook into your nostril. you think for a moment he's going to treat you like a pig and it makes you squeal, but it's whirl, remember?

he can't be too sweet with you.

so, he plays with your lips, still fascinated with how easily they squeeze between sharp prods. he finds the point where you truly struggle and squirm and gives you a second to breathe.

"a-angh!!!"

the air is knocked out from your lungs. it burns. you're babbling. an 'i love it' and an 'i love you' intermingle; you swear you hear whirl curse before he damn near breaks the sink, water rushing and treating you like a hollow toy.

"gonna.. gonna split you open. gonna make you break and break you again and again and again. never gonna like anything other than this. i wish i could eat you. crush you."

the closest to an confession you'll get.

you cum, crying for the third time.

"want it. whant yhu. wan' it, wan' it, harder, harder!"

hot, molten release coats your thighs sticky and thick. your arousal mixes with his, though he just keeps pumping you full until you groan.

he pulls out only to spurt over your back, hissing as he paints your skin and taps his spike crudely against your shoulder blades.

you groggily croak, curious as he rubs it between them, once. huh. strange choice.

a kink for another cycle. another nanoklik.

knowing whirl, you'll be back at it sooner than later.

"well. makes up for the little boo-boo, right?"

insufferable. maybe you will take up some of the lost light members drunken fantasies and toss him out the nearest airlock.

"ffffff..."

"fuck? me? yeah shortstack, ya' just did."

"yu.. you are suchh.."

"youuuu need me to call a medic? sounding kind of out of breath. could have 'em swing by... take a little looksie themselves."

your fire cools, a whine as you swipe back at him overwhelmed by the laughter that rumbles behind you.

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Chimney asks Buck to go with him to pick up a new playset and also to look for a present for Maddie's birthday.

They talk about how big Jee's getting and how excited she is to be a big sister; Buck says Maddie is the best person to teach Jee how to be a big sister. Chimney tells Buck that if it's a boy, they're thinking of giving him Evan as a middle name.

It softens Buck up enough that he has zero suspicions when Chimney takes him to lunch - Chilean cuisine - and then Chimney says, "I know you miss him. He misses you too. But he was right to break up with you at the time."

Buck is not prepared for this and so he's speechless. Chimney is uncharacteristically serious. "He told me what you said that night. Buck, I don't know who you saw when you were dating him. Tommy isn't some gay paragon. He's really not. He was a standoffish, bullying coward. I get why he put on that front, but it doesn't change the fact that he used to be an asshole. And it doesn't change the fact that he got better about being a decent person."

"He said I would break his heart when I just wanted us to be together-"

"-did you love him, Buck? Because everything you said was... It was not about loving him. With all his flaws and weaknesses. It was your idea of him." Chimney takes a sip of his water. "He was right to break up with you, before you were disappointed in who he really was. That would have broken him, and Buck? He was - is - plenty broken already."

Buck is stunned. "I love him. Of course I love him! Every single day since... I haven't stopped thinking about him. I wanna know how he's doing, what he's thinking, I just... I wanna be with him." He covers his mouth and exhales, closing his eyes. "I wanna know him. Broken or whatever. I don't care. I just. I want him. I love him."

"Good," says Chimney. He steals some fish from Buck's plate. "Because I think that, if you woo him, at his pace, he'd be willing to try again. And this time, you listen to him, not to whatever you think he's saying." Chimney makes a face. "And you'll need to kick his ass now and then about being afraid to be happy."

Buck stares at Chimney. "You... You mean..."

"He already loves you. He's just scared," Chimney says, and smiles. "I know what it's like to chase someone who's scared to be happy."

There's just something about Tommy and Chim talking after the break up that itches my brain just right.

Like, Tommy assumes he'll never hear from Howie again. Yeah, he loves talking movies and music and references with him. It's always fun and light and their sense of humours mesh. He's really enjoyed being Howie's friend again. But he's Buck's brother-in-law. He'll maybe call Tommy up when he needs help - another unsanctioned flight to save someone - and then they'll fade back into distant ex-coworkers.

He lost touch with all of the 118 when he left for Harbour - and they have more reason to forget him now. He broke Buck's heart. Tommy supposes it doesn't matter that he was their friend as well, that he's not okay, that he broke his own heart in the process.

But Howie's texting him, and calling him, and actually staying in touch. Tommy doesn't say just how much it means to him. That someone stayed. Someone went after him, in a way. Tommy knows that Howie doesn't care about him the way he does the rest of the 118, that Tommy will always be on the outside, but he'll selfishly take this.

One day, when Chim comes round for drinks and a movie night - some classic 80's one they love to quote - they end up talking in the silence of Tommy's room once the credits stop rolling. Really talking.

And Tommy talks about the way Evan said he admired him. That he was proud of how cool and confident Tommy was. Of how Tommy was comfortable in himself and his journey. Except he isn't. He's not cool, he's not confident, he's not someone to be admired. He's not some paragon of gay rights. Gay pride. Someone who paved the way for those who came after. He's desperately wanting to be that confident and proud and admired person and feeling like he doesn't deserve it at all.

He doesn't deserve to be put on the pedestal Buck put him on.

And Chim talks a little about Tatiana. About stealing other's glory, other's stories, because he didn't have his own. He was never the one who did The Maneuver. He never even got a shot at the pedestal. So he was shrouded in other's glory, wrapped in her praise and excitement for things he didn't do.

It helps to hear it, Tommy thinks.

He tells him a little on how he and Maddie got together. How long it took, the ups and downs. No pressure, just lays it all out on the table. And so Tommy does as well.

Tommy admits that it felt like that if Buck did move in, if they did start the idea of forever together, all it would lead to was Buck realising that Tommy isn't the man he tries to be. Pretends to be. He's a man putting on the act, and as soon as he sees past it he's going to hate him. He's going to take back all love and care he gave Tommy and is going to snap his heart in two in the process.

He brought up marriage after he found out just how badly Tommy's previous engagement went. He asked Tommy to move into his loft when Tommy owns his own home. He can't even say he loves him. He's a man who loves research and he doesn't even know what the kinsey scale is.

Tommy's scared that Buck is going to finally research his sexuality, the queer community, history, and realise that Tommy has no part in that. That Tommy opened the doors, and it's time he stepped away.

No one who sees the real Tommy loves him. No one ever has, and he doubts it's going to start now. So he broke it off first, made it hurt, but on his terms. It's more managble that way.

Tommy bows his head, lump in his throat and eyes going misty. He feel's Howie's hand resting comfortingly on his back.

[yanderes-galore]

First time asking sorry, but what do you think about platonic yan redson with orphan reader?

Hi! Welcome to my blog ^^ I'll try my best to see what I can do for this idea... I hope it's okay. Sorry it took so long to make, I kept returning to it for months but kept running out of ideas since the request was vague :( Hope you like it even it it's short!

Yandere! Platonic! Red Son with Orphan! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Coerced adoption (?), Isolation, Implied kidnapping, Implied forced companionship.

I couldn't tell if you meant Red Son being aged up and caring for an orphan or not?

Either way, I can see Red Son being an overprotective sibling more than a parent.

Red Son would at first be unsure how to deal with you.

Even MK has a parental figure, so hearing you have no parents makes Red Son... unsure about you.

Although he's surprisingly sympathetic for a supposed villain.

Red Son probably didn't know you were an orphan until he got to know you better.

You often hang around MK's friend group so he originally never bothered to ask such a question.

It isn't until Red Son starts to get closer to you that you let it slip.

He was probably doing something like venting to you... talking about his parents and what they expect from him.

Only for you to say something that baffles him.

"At least you have parents... I'm sure they love you a lot if they ask for so much."

He pauses his sentence, staring at you in bewilderment.

You... huh???

This entire time he hasn't known you were an orphan!?

Granted, it's not like he was actively looking into it...

That and you never mentioned it.

He's stunned... but never says anything mean.

He's more just... surprised.

"You're telling me you have no parents...?"

Then you start explaining to Red Son that you see MK's friend group as your family.

He hadn't known they meant so much to you, either.

Red Son was quite oblivious to you until he actually got close.

Afterwards he feels oddly... sympathetic? Protective?

It's a strange feeling to him...

He doesn't know why he cares so much.

Nevertheless... He's still drawn to you.

Imagine over time Red Son actually tries to be your friend...

Although, friendship soon becomes something akin to an overprotective sibling.

Red Son has never had siblings.

But naturally he seems to stick around you like an older brother.

The others no doubt comment on it, MK and Mei especially.

He usually snaps at them, trying to deny that you're anything special to him.

It's all a lie of course... Part of Red Son actually likes the idea of being your older brother.

Red Son nearly dies inside when his parents catch wind of him being so close to you.

He tries desperately to explain himself, he isn't sure why.

Maybe part of him is scared they'll harm you if he doesn't defend you?

I can see his parents finding it... amusing that Red Son cares so much about you.

Human or demon he seems to defend you like you're actually related.

Red Son's parents no doubt want to meet you, which is unnerving for you.

When you meet DBK and Iron Fan, the two may even accept you into their family eventually.

Doesn't matter if you like it or not.

Red Son acts as your brother... and his parents act as your parents.

He takes the role VERY seriously, too.

Even when you don't want him to, Red Son is very protective and strict.

He considers you part of the Bull Family...

Which means you should act like it.

Red Son even drags you to learn tinkering and inventing with him.

He views it as bonding.

Pretty soon he even tries to isolate you from MK and the others.

His family is yours... It's the only family you need.

Actually, why stop there?

Why not just move you in?

You want a family, don't you?

You're lucky Red Son cares...

He can give you a family, a home, even brotherly love if you want! (Even if you don't....)

It's concerning how fast he becomes obsessed...

It's all a whirlwind before you're moved into his home and practically having a bunk bed with him.

By this point you're in too deep.

Red Son doesn't want you to feel alone.

He'll try out this brother thing for you.

No one's going to convince him otherwise.

Not unless they wish to be incinerated.

Long story short, Red Son becomes obsessed with being your big brother...

Which in the end makes you join his family... most likely against your will.

[theolivetree123]

♡ Isollow ♡

aka - playfulgeddon ♡

Isollow (or playfulgeddon, I use them interchangeably) is one of my many oc x canon ships between Fellow Honest and Isosceles, who's twisted from Bill Cipher. This post will simply be me rambling on about their relationship and sharing facts that won't make it into my oc intros.

! Mention of NSFW !

More under the cut !

���How did they start?◇

Four years ago, Isosceles visited Playful Land as a way to trick Fellow into selling his soul to him. Isosceles wanted to show his god, Bill Cipher, that he could be just as nasty and cruel as him by manipulating a mortal soul into being his pet. But first, Isosceles had to earn Fellow's trust, and as such, he spent a year with him and Gidel under the lie that he was abandoned by his family and fled the Shaftlands.

At first, Isosceles saw Fellow as just an ordinary mortal. One that he could laugh at and observe like a hamster in a cage. Though, the more Isosceles showed his true and chaotic personality, the more Fellow fell in love with him. The two had very similar goals and personalities, and they would even scam people together. Fellow quickly told Isosceles how he felt, yet Isosceles just laughed, not knowing how to react to someone genuinely having romantic feelings towards him. Isosceles mocked Fellow for having feelings for him and admitted to being a demi-god. Isosceles slightly had the same feelings for Fellow, so he spared him from being his first victim.

After that, the two had a very awkward confrontation that night. Fellow shared his feelings again, and Isosceles felt his heart break. He knew that Fellow and him could never be together. He was a literal demi-god, and Fellow was a mere mortal! But even if Isosceles wasn't fully human, his feelings still got the better of him, and he confessed his true feelings to Fellow. That night, the two had sex, and in the morning, Isosceles fled out of Playful Land in fear and shame. He cursed himself for sleeping with a mortal, especially when he'd made a promise to his god that he would return with a soul! How could he let his human desires get the best of him?!

Fellow woke up that morning and saw that Isosceles wasn't next to him. He had a hunch that he had fled, yet Fellow wasn't angry. Instead, he just mourned, and wished that Isosceles would return someday.

◇How are they doing now?◇

After four years and collecting some souls, Isosceles decided to visit Fellow. He was scared to see him after so long, especially since he had left so cruely, but Isosceles couldn't get Fellow out of his head. What was that mortal doing to him...

Isosceles surprised Fellow with his return and (in true Isosceles fashion) almost entirely ignored how their last meet-up went. Isosceles still apologized to Fellow, and he said that he'd work for him as payment. Fellow simply hugged Isosceles, just happy that he was back. Though, he did take his offer, and Isosceles became a guide at Playful Land.

At this time, Fellow and Isosceles haven't put a label on their relationship yet. The two are close friends again, but on certain occasions, the two do get more romantic and flirty. Fellow now knows about who Isosceles really is and who he works for, so he has stopped trying to make Isosceles his boyfriend. Though, the two still have sex sometimes as they believe it's a good placeholder for dates and other romantic stuff. Fellow still pines for Isosceles and vice-versa, but they both know that it probably won't happen as long as Isosceles is Bill Cipher's pawn.

◇Random Facts◇

Isosceles doesn't need to sleep due to him being a demi-god, but he still does it when sleeping with Fellow.

Isosceles borrows Fellow's clothes a lot.

Fellow loves to give Isosceles flowers, even if Isosceles thinks it's corny to do so.

Even though Isosceles thinks doing romantic things is cringy, he still shows Fellow romantic gestures in his own.... very destructive way. He mostly destroys buildings for Fellow or kills people he dislikes. Fellow finds it endearing.

The two often scam people together. Fellow gets their money, and Isosceles gets their soul. It's a win-win job for both of them.

◇That's it for now! (Until I add more in the future, lol.)◇

[shizuu-chann]

Playing Veilguard a second time, I'm realizing how often the "Devouring Storm" is mentioned and I'm dying to know what's going to happen. Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain mention (during one of the eavesdropping scenes in the Crossroads) that their dreams since escaping imprisonment have been grey and shadowed or something (I can't remember exactly what they say, but they're both perplexed and at least mildly concerned--at least until Elgar'nan waves his verbal hand and dismisses it while saying, "The future is intangible, only the past and present matter" or whatever).

Even Anaris wants to gain corporeal form again to escape the impending "storm" (not sure how that would have worked out for him, but again, whatever). Cyrian tells us Anaris is scared of something but he doesn't know what! Plus, learning more about what the qunari were running from before settling Par Vollen and the tablet mentioning said Devouring Storm. What did they want with the Inquisition last game with the War Table missions? Then there's the secret ending, of course, and I just really hope we actually get a game in the future that tells the story!

What about Those Across the Sea is powerful enough to force the kossith to splice some of their own with dragons to gain fire breath? What are they, that they had the Imperium scared a millennium ago when they still worshipped the Old Gods and were arguing during construction of the Archon's Palace whether or not it should be offensive or defensive? They made an entire floating fortress that shoots magic lasers to defend against Those Across the Sea.

What boggles my mind even more is everyone in Thedas just...forgot about them? I'm not completely sure about that, but I don't recall any mention of Those Across the Sea (in-game) prior to Inquisition. My guess would be that it was intentional on the part of TAtS. If it's true that they've had a hand in all these major events in Thedas, then it wouldn't surprise me they have the power/influence/reach to erase themselves from records and the like (likely with agents) to keep people from being aware of their existence or machinations. Was them causing these events in Thedas a way to keep Thedas distracted while they made plans for...whatever it is they're doing? Invasion, at least. Was it that calculated? Can they even be that calculated?

It could also just be that they want to destabilize the region for to enact their plan. They did a great a job, if that's the case. A Blight; a war between mages and Templars; Solas possibly being aware of this impending "storm" after waking and dreaming, like Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain, and acting too rashly (as he is wont to do), giving his orb to Corypheus to expedite the process of regaining his powers, and tearing a massive hole in the sky that tore smaller holes that spit out angry spirits all over Southern Thedas; and now with Solas trying to tear down the Veil, perhaps, again, in reaction to this revelation that Something™ is coming, further destabilizing Thedas incidentally by releasing two power-mad ancient elven-spirit mages hell bent on blighting the world to reclaim their past glory.

Did TAtS anticipate that, too? Or were these two tyrants escaping unforeseen? Did they foresee someone stopping them, which is why they seemingly encourage Rook? Is foresight something they have? They seems to anticipate everything Rook does, at least in regard to the first two "circles" you find that unlock those cryptic codex entries. I just have so many questions and no answers.

I need to know who they are, what they are, and what they even want enough that they've had their suspicious little fingers(?) in, apparently, every major event in Thedas for the past several decades at least. And HOW have they had their fingers in them? Is their goal sinister? If so, do they KNOW it's sinister? I mean, the first circle-orb-thing you find, the voice says something like, "They interrupt. As predicted. As hoped. Learn. Adapt. Triumph." The second, "You return. We are content." and when you ask who they are, they reply, "Not now. Not yet. We will show you. Soon." Iirc, they seem surprised when you find the third, but I haven't found that one again yet so I can't remember off the top of my head. Their plans are a mystery, but seem sinister from what info is given to us, but then why do they want us to triumph? Unless the two Clowns escaping wasn't part of their plan and they want them dealt with, too, so their own goals won't be hampered. I DON'T KNOW UUUGGGHHH. I just love it~

[annaphoenix1994]

Double Trouble

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"You excited, love?" Simon asked Kiera as he had been subtly grazing his fingers against her belly as he drove, not getting enough of the growing life inside of her, keeping the back of his fingers against her belly as her hand rested against his palm, his thumb rubbing against her bare ring finger, a smirk toying at the corner of his mouth as he was mentally imagining that perfect ring to compliment her finger. 

"I am." She sighed, looking out the window as the expected rage of hormones drove her to a near depression, forcing herself to think that Simon was only giving her this much attention because of the baby, waiting for the day he decided to leave her once the baby was born, intentionally assuming that he wouldn't love her anymore - just like she felt she deserved. 

"Doesn't sound like it," He huffed. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing. I'm just...nervous." 

"You must think I don't know you. I can tell by that look in your eye that there's something you're not telling me."

"It's not worth knowing." 

"If it concerns how you're feeling, then it's worth knowing." 

She huffed, "It's stupid, Simon. I shouldn't even be thinking about it-"

"You know you can tell me anything, love." 

"I'm afraid you'll lose your spark once you see my body change-"

"Stop," He cut her off by squeezing her hand. "You may think I won't love you because you'll have some more stretch marks? Worried you'll gain some extra weight? Be a little more emotional at times? If you think that's true, I can assure you it's not." 

He frowned after hearing a whimper escape her lips, hating how he couldn't do anything to comfort her unless he were to pull over. "I just don't know what to think. I've always hated how I look-"

"Kiera, stop that bloody nonsense." 

She leant her head back against the seat as she cried, hating herself even more for feeling so vulnerable, hating for him to see her cry. "I'm sorry, Simon," She whimpered, wiping the tears from her eyes. "It's all just so new to me - having someone who loves me and having something I've always wanted. I'm scared. I can't begin to tell you how terrified I am to just go to the bathroom and afraid of what I could see when I wipe, waking up in the middle of the night with intense cramps that're too early to be experiencing, all of it, Simon. I'm terrified of going to this appointment and not being able to hear a heartbeat. Not only would it shatter me, but I worry about it shattering you. I'm afraid that you'd leave because I couldn't give you what you want." 

"Love, listen to what you're saying," He frowned, rubbing her hand with his thumb. "I know you're scared. I am, too. But when it comes down to it - I'm here for you. I care for you, Kiera. When I told you I wasn't going anywhere, I meant it. Whatever happens, I'm not leaving your side." 

She tightly closed her eyes as more tears spread along her cheeks as she clutched his hand tighter. "I'm terrified, Simon. The closer we get to this office, the more anxious I become. What if there is no heartbeat?" 

"Don't talk like that-"

"But it's something that can happen, Simon." 

"I know, but if it does happen, we'll get through it. Through hell or high water, remember?" 

She sniffled, "I remember." 

"Don't worry about a thing, sweetheart. We'll get through this."

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"Alright, K, you know the drill," Rachel teased as Kiera and Simon entered the examination room of her office. "You don't have to change into a complete gown. Just put this around your waist and leave your pants in the bathroom. We're going to let you hear the heartbeat." 

"Nothing to be worried about." She sighed sarcastically, taking the gown from Rachel's hand and walking towards the bathroom. 

"Can I sit next to her?" Simon asked Rachel as she was preparing her equipment. 

"Of course." Rachel nodded, watching him hastily move his chair to where it was next to the bed Kiera would be laying on for the exam, the worrying thoughts that had never crossed his mind until Kiera had expressed her own concerns beginning to gnaw at his brain, ready to be along her side for any possible concern of a conflicting pregnancy or loss. 

Walking back into the room, Kiera exhaled nervously as she clutched the gown around her waist, taking Simon's hand as she accepted his help to lay on the table, adjusting her weight on the table as she put her feet into the stirrups on the table as Rachel turned on the light to beam towards her work area. "That thing goes inside of you?" Simon whispered, easily easing the tension she was feeling. 

He knew exactly what the probe did, but he knew it would help ease her troubled mind, concluding his success by the weak smile on her face as he reached for her left hand, smiling at the sight of her baby pink nails before he kissed her knuckles. "I like 'em." 

"It's my favorite color." She giggled. 

"And to think I thought you were getting blue." 

"Always so adamant on a boy." 

"What can I say. I've gotta be hopeful on something." He teased. 

"Alright, ready?" Rachel asked, putting the condom-like sleeve over the probe after turning the monitor on. 

"I guess." Kiera nodded, wincing slightly at the sensation and closing her eyes briefly to avoid looking at the monitor, especially watching Rachel's face in fear of watching it drop of sadness. 

"Take a deep breath, K," Rachel advised, being able to get a clear picture on her monitor with the probe. "I can see a heartbeat," She smiled. "It's strong, too." 

Simon kissed Kiera's knuckles again after hearing the good news, the pair sharing a strong sigh of relief. 

Rachel continued to examine the monitor as the moved the probe slightly to the left, "I think I see two." 

"Two?" Both Simon and Kiera gasped, Kiera attempting to lean upwards and place her elbows under herself. 

"Shut up!" Kiera gasped playfully. "Are you serious?"

"Uh huh. Looks like you have some very strong swimmers that they couldn't just settle for fertilizing one egg." Rachel giggled. 

"We were just joking about this." Kiera breathed. 

"Oh my God." 

"Look - little flicker here," Rachel pointed. "Little flicker here." 

Kiera leant her head back against the pillow, turning her head to look at Simon, "Is this your fault?" She giggled. 

"My fault?" 

"I don't recall ever having twins in my family." 

Simon chuckled, "I don't have the answer to that, love." 

"It's still so hard to measure them when they're this little, but you're definitely around eight weeks by my measurements. These look to be di/di twins - meaning that there's a good septum in between so there's two different embryos. The good news is that this is a good, less complicating type of twin pregnancy." 

"Do you think they're paternal or fraternal?"

"Looks to be fraternal," Rachel smiled. "There's still a chance you can have either two girls, two boys, or one boy and one girl."

"What is fraternal?" Simon asked. 

"It means there were two different eggs fertilized by two different sperm cells. It makes what's called a zygote. After conception, the zygote splits and creates two different embryos. If you would like, I can tell the gender if you two would like to know?" 

Kiera and Simon looked at each other, a moment of silence falling between the two, Simon's gaze telling her that it was her decision. "I think we should keep it a surprise, yeah?" 

"Yeah." Kiera nodded. 

"Alright. Are you wanting to do a gender reveal in the future?" 

"Possibly, but I think we should wait until after we get closer to the due date?" 

"Whenever you want to, love." 

"Oh, my God. I'm going to be huge." She giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand. 

"I can't wait," Simon smirked. "Watching you waddle around like a penguin." 

"Jesus Christ," She giggled. "I'm not as worried as I was when we were on our way, but I'm worried about other things now." 

"Oh, I know. It's a lot to take in at one time," Rachel giggled, reaching with her free hand to print out four copies of the scans. "But congratulations, you two. They're going to be beautiful." 

"That they are." Simon sighed, looking at the print-out of the ultrasound closely within his hand, smiling at the paper in his hand, mentally noting to himself to forward the picture to the 141 in the group chat he wasn't active with - failing to look at his messages since he had sent the photo the first time. 

"I'll schedule another appointment for when you two get back from your trip if you want?" 

"Yes," Kiera nodded. "I'm still so weary about it since I got pregnant with an IUD." 

"I don't think you'll have anything to worry about now considering they both have very strong heartbeats," Rachel smiled. "They seem to be very healthy. So whatever it is you've been doing to keep yourself healthy, it's paying off." 

"I told you, love," Simon chuckled, patting her hand. "I told you it'd pay off with me being your personal chef." 

"For once I can say I agree with you, babe." 

"Well, I'd say keep this routine that you're on and you'll be just fine." 

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"I'm still in shock." Kiera sighed as she looked at the print-out while Simon drove, unable to mask his genuine smile as his right hand snuck over the console to curl his fingers against her belly, his heart thudding at the tight feeling of her growing belly against his fingers. 

"Me too, love, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited." He replied, growing irritated by how his phone was vibrating violently in his pocket, groaning as he removed it from his pants and setting it on the console. 

"Is that your other girlfriend blowing your phone up?" Kiera poked, watching him scoff. 

"No, look for yourself." He said, handing his phone to her, eager to see how his family reacted to the news:

[emgoesmed]

7/21/2023

Let's have a productive Friday! Planning to cross a bunch of stuff off my to-do list so that I can enjoy a weekend getaway before starting my sub-I on Monday.

write & submit sim cases (3)

write & submit case notes (3)

read through sub-i primer

clean bathroom

clean kitchen

organize apartment

zoom meeting

hang up prints/decor

pot new plant

gym

pick up dry cleaning

[iamnmbr3]

harry definitely not heterosexual potter is the funniest thing to me because i literally cannot remember a single time in the book where he thinks “i should probably be nervous about draco trying to kill me because i am literally convinced that he is willingly working with voldemort.” no. he was like “oh draco? yeah he is definitely working for voldemort and he is so evil because did you see the way he is combing his hair now? probably switched shampoo. he would never change conditioner, that thing works wonders. what do you mean, this is common knowledge. anyway, he is so evil and definitely working for voldy. but of course he won’t kill me, are you crazy? who would he talk to across the great hall? like literally you don’t even understand.” and everyone just WENT WITH IT.

Hahahahaha I KNOW! Would he feel this safe around literally any other person who he suspected of being in league with Voldemort? I think tf not!

Even once Draco has Harry incapacitated and totally at his mercy on the train Harry at no point thinks that he's in danger. Even after Draco breaks his nose he doesn't think it. After that incident Harry still is all 'can't wait to break into the Room of Requirement BY MYSELF while Draco is in there so I can see what secret evil mission he's working on for Voldemort' and at no point does he worry that going in without backup could end badly. And HE'S RIGHT. When Draco has Harry at his mercy he never seriously harms him and risks everything multiple times in book 7 to protect him. This is NOT Harry seeing Draco with rose tinted glasses. This is Harry deeply and intimately understanding that Draco will not hurt him and feeling comfortable around him on an instinctual level despite every reason he has not to.

And let's not forget why Harry finally stops investigating Draco in 6th year. It's not because he decides he's wrong about his whole "Draco is a Death Eater on a mission from Voldemort" theory nor is it because he gets worried that since Draco is a Death Eater on a mission from Voldemort looking into this could get Harry or his friends hurt. No. He stops because his investigation leads to Draco getting hurt. And Harry is so horrified by this that he completely backs off and gives up trying to stop the super secret evil mission from Voldemort that Harry is sure Draco is on. Harry is like 'foiling an evil plot masterminded by Voldemort himself isn't worth it if it could lead to me hurting Draco.' He really said 'I can excuse putting myself in mortal danger on a regular basis to stop Voldemort's plots but I draw the line at Draco being upset.' In canon.

And yeah Harry cares about people in general but not to this extent. When Umbridge gets carried off by centaurs Harry doesn't even think of going after her. He's just like 'lmao bye bitch.' He straight up KILLS Quirrell in first year and when he finds out he's like 'well that sucks for him.' Tons of Death Eaters get hurt and maimed at the Department of Mysteries and Harry never even stops to check if they're ok. In second year he forces Lockhart to enter the Chamber of Secrets first in case there's a Basilisk waiting at the bottom of the chute.

But anytime he sees Draco in danger he does whatever he can to help without even thinking about it. From the time in first year in the Forbidden Forest when he immediately throws his arm out to stop Draco walking towards Voldemort to 7th year when he risks his own life and that of his friends to pull him out of the fiendfyre and reveals his presence while running through the battle so he can stun a Death Eater threatening Draco. And he does it automatically, without a second thought because Harry can't fathom a world where he wouldn't protect Draco.

[dootznbootz]

I'm going feral again with a silly headcanon.

I just had that post on how Odysseus made Puzzles for himself and Penelope and I have another idea and I'm just really excited to share it lksdjf

I basically plan to have this man in love with Penelope within 10 mins (I HAVE A PLAN! It sounds crazy but I think it'll work. Plus these two are reckless and young when married. His first crush and he's not handling it well.)

This is them. Or at the very least Penelope is definitely playing it off very nonchalantly and is kind of messing around at first, thinking that the "trickster" is "not being genuine" when he's never been more genuine in his life. She can see right through all his lies and bullshit and basically forces him to be vulnerable, something he loves yet is TERRIFIED of. Especially as she "unmasked" him so quickly (and tricked HIM.😉 Won't say how. no spoilers yet) and so effortlessly and he's just a MESS. Athena isn't helping and just watches them both fumble around, even when Odysseus is asking for some guidance, Athena just smiles and is all like "I'm the Goddess of Wisdom, not of Love. Figure it out yourself." (PENELOPE IS JUST AS MUCH OF A BLORBO TO HER AS ODYSSEUS IS, YOU COWARDS!)

(Art by isei-silva right here on tumblr! Their post! )

I won't go into huge details. I WILL write this fic someday and I need to leave SOME things a surprise. But KNOW this man will be pulling out all the stops trying to impress her and tries to show all the things he's good at and one will be his "puzzle making".

He'll bring a puzzle to her TRYING to talk all "suave" (he'll be semi-tongue tied. Something that he's not used to and is annoyed that he can't seem to think around her)

It'll probably have a little gift inside and he'll be chatting away about how he worked hard to make it and that there's a trick to it and blah blah blah

Penelope: Oh! There's (some sort of treat or gift) inside!

Odysseus: Wait, you solved it already?

Penelope,🤨: Yes. All you have to do is this.

Odysseus, falling (more like sprinting at this point) further in love but also mad his plan to woo her didn't work: Well... Yeah. That's a gift for you.

He's trying SOOOO hard but he has to stop "showboating" to genuinely impress her. Man has to be fucking vulnerable for her to be impressed by him because she already can read his "tells" on when he's pulling something. No more "tricks". Be yourself, you fucking idiot >:D

[demcnsinmymind]

His chin's lifted up just a bit, so his eyes can look up at the sky. Devoid of anything out here in the middle of nowhere. No clouds. No planes. No birds. Not even the sun anymore, or the stars. That sweetspot between night and day. It's empty and yet it's a sight, almost comforting in a way. Which is why it takes Lance so long just to make sense of that exact fact. Empty. Nothing. No angels. No god. Just that cold vastness, waiting beyond the atmosphere.

He laughs. Unsure if it's his doing or still Aza/thoth's, though he supposes that this isn't really important right now. The sentiment's there either way.

"I suppose I don't have the eyes to see them then" it makes him say with a toothy grin, said eyes stinging due to the lack of moisture because even after all this time, the fucking thing still hasn't learned to fucking blink every now and then. Or maybe it's just doing that on purpose. Like many of these things that it does, maybe even all of them.

Lance wonders if it's a joke. A stupid fucking wink wink because a being like it should be more than capable of seeing so much more than he possibly ever could. Maybe it can see them, but he can't. Then again, no. Angels don't fucking exist. That's ridiculous.

When Miriam talks about her miracles again, Aza/thoth focuses his eyes back on her. So fast and sudden that it's giving him a headache, makes him sick almost, the way it's eyeing her head to toe like a piece of meat. She's showing her hands and he still doesn't see anything at all, but this time, it seems to see something at last.

It shifts his body forward quickly, takes both her hands into his and rubs his thumbs against her palms, whistling, nodding, grinning again.

"Look. at. you." it chirps, doing that thing with his voice again that gives his own body goosebumps all over. It keeps feeling at her palms a bit longer, like a soothsayer reading the most marvelous and outrageous things within.

"Well. I say it's about time we make them speak then, hm?" it says and lets go of her hand at last, though it's still got its hooks in her, drives them in that much further.

"I'm sure they have so many things to say. About you. Hiding from them. But not from me, are you? Not really. Look. at. you. indeed. Right here. All alone. Away from them. So very far."

It lets that statement stand on its own for a little too long. Grinning, but with Lance grinding his teeth at the same time, more than displeased with the situation.

Stop messing with her head.

Laughing again. Soft, like a purr, and so very amused. At least until it's shoved away. Or retreating all on its own, along with its grin and his fingers all over her palms. Lance lets go of her hands and looks at her, meets her with the same anger as before, though it still isn't aimed at her at all. But at everyone and everything else. That cult and whatever the fuck it did to her, brainwashed her into. Aza/thoth and whatever the fuck it is doing with that in return, not at all helping.

"Don't listen to it. Or any of them. Angels don't exist, Miriam. They don't have anything to say to you. Or me. Or anyone. Because they're a stupid fucking tale fanatic creeps tell people to scare them into submission. Don't let them."

Miriam shrinks before his wrath. She takes a step back. Wide eyes watch as his face morphs into a mask of hateful disdain. A harsh laugh burst out of his throat, cold as ice and slicing through her flesh just as well. She feels its bite, a pair of jaws clamped around her throat. That’s how it feels, with his gaze burning into her, daring her soothsaying to come true. The switch-up confuses her. She cannot tell the differences between Lance and the entity that drives him, that drives everything. At least not yet. Gone is the beguiling, seductive tenderness. Now there is something rawer, something with less varnish. Bloodlust, perhaps. She’s seen that, too. She’s felt it before.

Miriam thinks she could count his teeth if she wanted.

If she expected some kind of response from him, it probably wasn’t this. He is turning this way and that, like she did before. It needs a special kind of insight to guess at the gossamer puppet strings that jerk them around, manipulated by a god much larger than anything she could grasp. She has no choice in this, and neither does Lance. There is some comfort in that thought. No one likes to be doomed all alone. She’d like some company on her walk to the gallows. And Lance, or whatever is smiling behind his face, with his face, offers to take her to the noose.

At the questions, she can only shrug. “They’re everywhere, if you got eyes to see them. When one comes close, I try to hide. Don’t know if that does anything. I doubt it, though. They’re— I used to talk to them. Sometimes they’d put one inside of me, so I could perform miracles.” She lifts her hands as if he might see the stigmata there. They’re just hands, of course. How could she explain to Lance that she once drew a cancer out of an old man and made a woman walk again? How to explain that she used to see Jacob’s ladder and all the angels on its rungs?

“They don’t speak. Not to me. Sometimes they do what I want. But they haven’t for a long time…”

[longagoitwastuesday]

I have learnt things about Geto that I wish I could unlearn

[a-gay-bloodmage]

One of my favorite hobbies to engage in is ignoring the canon course of video game romances

[iwakuraz]

it's not going too well