#but shed be the one who makes him dissapear

[smalltownduck]

tw discussions of su1cide and death ideation

Sometimes I think about this post and others that shed light on Vecna's (albeit twisted) compassion for struggling living beings, particularly the four victims of '86. Obviously he had something to gain from those murders (compared to the 79 massacre, on top!), but 1) it has never been explained why and how exactly those killings created so much energy to open gates and 2) in a not too similar parallel to those animals caught in traps and eventually killed around the Creel house (put a pin on whether you think Henry, One and Vecna -hell, or even show Henry and TFS Henry- are one and the same or if you subscribe to the Edward/Henry theory), perhaps the whole 'prey on the weak' wasn't necessarily 100% malicious, but rather (in Vecna's mind) a "merciful" act.

Aligning to the "vecna's curse was a sui allegory", he might have thought that each of the '86 victims were hopeless in regards to their living situations AND their inner strength/coping mechanisms to deal with them and their own futures. In fact, that might have probably been the only reason why he could create a psyonic connection with them in the first place. For example, even if Chrissy's or Patrick's parents, "the ones" (obvs not the only) that were causing them pain, were removed from the equation, their impact and presence would still remain in everyday life and haunt their children forever. They didn't really have anybody (seems like therapy wasn't working either, or they might not have commited to that process by openning up) to rely on, and they weren't in a place to willingly look for companionship at all.

The sad reality is that sometimes, even in a supernatural universe, it's impossible to make trauma and triggers dissapear for good and begin anew with a clean slate. For instance, it wouldn't be enough to undo Billy's death for Max to heal, but also undo his previous abuse of her, her mother not protecting her, her dad emotionally abandonning her, Billy's own abuse by Neil, and so on, or stopping Fred from running off after the accident, the accident in the first place, him having done anything prior to prevent him losing control of the vehicle in the first place, etc. It's a cycle that would go on with them lacking a support system and/or not having developed the skills to cope and seek for community and love on their own terms. I guess that, for Vecna, that was just the system (everybody around you) being rigged as usual and handicapping them -those four were not only dealt a bad hand, but they didn't (and would never have) have what it takes to play and come out on top. They couldn't even handle the visions he sent them, so how could they face reality?

Turns out a very powerful supernatural being is as capable of rewriting the past (or at least he can't yet), along with all its individual strings and webs, as us normal humans are irl. It's natural to wish that getting rid of those things, those people who seem like the biggest obstacles between someone and a fullfilling life would fix everything, but there are too many variables at play; it takes changing too many minds for real and for good. Perhaps Vecna, underestimating/ignoring the power of a support system and willpower (hence why only Max escaped the first time and continues to cling to life -because, unlike the others, she had a chance and the support to realize that she did want to live and that there was a way out of the darkness), thought that the four couldn't make it on their own into the future anyway. They were weak, isolated by their own doing, too broken, and in so much pain to go on -it was pointless and more cruel for them to continue to exist. Like the trapped and wounded animals in the Creel house, he "facilitated" the ending of their suffering and thought that by dying at his hands to make him more powerful their lives wouldn't have been (in his eyes) worthless.

or maybe he thinks that far too many people are lazy cowards for not putting time and care into committing to make systemic changes nor break the cycle of abuse so he doesn't have any faith in anybody and they were easy targets idk

sorry this derailed so far away from will's vanishing. all i can say is that i, too, don't believe in that the "main villian" of ST is 100% evil. that'd reductive and scapegoat-ish to the ideas that began it all: forced comformity, perpetuating cycles of abuse and systems that fail everybody.

Deducing what may have actually happened to Will Byers on Nov 6, 1983 using evidence from the show.

Trigger warning: M*rder, s*icide.

part 2. part 3.

Before I begin, I just want to remind everyone that this show has many layers to it. What I mean is, if you watch carefully, a piece of dialogue can actually mean two (or more) things. The dialogue can be meaningful for the specific scene (surface level) and it can be a sneaky way to foreshadow something else entirely (subtext).

From this specific moment, we can assume that moving forward: any and all mentions of JFK’s assassination will actually be about Will’s disappearance (subtext).

So when the writers gifted us with these mentions, they are actually referring to the conspiracy surrounding Will’s disappearance. So let’s investigate, shall we?

Here’s the briefest overview of the JFK assassination: Oswald was convicted of assassinating JFK. Oswald denied his involvement stating that he was “a patsy”. Many conspiracy theories believe that Johnson was actually the one responsible.

Both Mrs. Driscoll and Dustin do not believe that Oswald assassinated JFK. Mrs. Driscoll is an outcast; she’s an older woman with schizophrenia. The guys who work at the newspaper are quick to dismiss her for these reasons. Now remember, this is Stranger Things, the show about outcasts being right and those fitting the norm being wrong. Then there’s our beloved Dustin, who states that “Oswald was a patsy”. Thus we can conclude: Johnson assassinated JFK, and Oswald was a patsy.

So… who if Will is JFK in this equation, who are our “Johnson” and “Oswald” counterparts?

Well right now, I assume most people believe Vecna is responsible for Will’s disappearance. He is our “bad guy”. So my guess is that he is our “Oswald”.

Who is our “Johnson”? Now remember, Johnson was someone close to JFK, he was the vice-president. He had something to gain in this. I believe Lonnie fits the bill the most for our Johnson.

So many clues surround Lonnie that tell us he was actually responsible. Plus, remember, he has something to gain from Will’s death: life insurance.

Though to be far, I am definitely not ruling out Brenner and Hawkins lab being involved in this too.

So… what happened exactly then? I’m not certain but this is my theory:

Lonnie was prepared to kill Will that night, but his plans were thwarted by our “Oswald”. Vecna swooped in and saved Will from his fate. His “come with me if you want to live” moment.

Moving further into the theory territory… here is a prediction:

- Our characters believe that the only way to defeat Vecna is to travel back in time and “stop him”.

- They travel back, stop him, then return finding out that the alternate present is much worse. By this I mean: Will was murdered, Mike ended his life by suicide, Joyce got admitted to Pennhurst Asylum, Jonathan was struggling with addiction, Lonnie got his payout, etc.

- Thus realizing that “killing” Vecna is and never was the solution here.

Now you may be thinking: but Vecna is 100% evil, why are you trying to redeem him? Well, the thing is, he’s not. Vecna is a villain but he’s not 100% evil. The show isn’t that simple friends. Plus, remember, nothing is exactly as it seems in this show.

[vinegar-rights]

QUICK. SOMEONE MAKE A SWAP AU WHERE AUDREY’S IN SEYMOUR’S PLACE AND VICE VERSA!!!!!!

couldnt stop thinking abt this. i loveeee this idea so much

[delacoursshp]

you wanted me to explain, right? i'll explain.

fred weasley x fem reader- no use of y/n, reader is in gryffindor, both are of age

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, hot steamy n roughhh, unconsensual consent, spitting, sort of blowjob

this is a short, straight to the point story 😭 but i hope y'all enjoy! @delacourss.hp

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"fred!" you yelled frustratingly, "fred, come here this instance!"

fred anxiously hurried from the boys dorm room to the common room where you had been standing.

"wussthematta?" he replied half-asleep, eyes heavily lidded with one hand rubbing his eyes, and the other scratching his firey red head.

the common room was entirely dark, except for your lit wand, which was pointing to a piece of parchment on the floor. your nostrils were flaring as your widened eyes and frowned brows signaled fred to look at the paper.

"uuhh," as he slowly realized what he was looking at, "uh, wow, wicked thing to do really, innit?" he yawned, pretending to be so oblivious.

"fred, gideon, weasley." you spoke in a dangerous tone. fred looked up at you, looking as if he was about to be cruciated. you pointed your still-very-lit wand up at him, making his face whiter than before and his vision blurred.

the piece of parchment showed a talently drawn woman, her clothes shed off and her tongue out. the woman seemed to look an awful lot like you.

"do i even have to speak? it's YOU who should do the explaining, fred!" you said angrily.

fred sighed and let his arms fall limp to his sides, still partly blinded by your wand. "how are you even assuming it's mine? you've got no proof whatsoever!" he told defensively.

you scoffed, drawing your wand away for him, muttering something that lit up the whole common room and then picked up the piece of paper, which now had clearly shown strands of red hair covering the thighs of the woman.

"oh come off it, it could've been george or- or ron!"

you gifted him a look of disbelief. "alright, so tell me you didn't do it then." you spoke firmly.

fred groaned. he had this issue ever since he met you, the one where he just fully can't lie to you. he closed his eyes in defeat.

"aaaalright, it was me. congratulations, now may i continue dreaming about perce eating rotten pies? it was a quit enjoyable dream" he asked, simply, as if this was nothing.

you yanked him by his ear, faces now cm's away from eachother. "i do, NOT, tolerate this piece of filthy work!" you grunted. fred 'ouched' in response.

you let go of his now red ear, picked up the piece of paper, held it next to your head, and handed fred your wand.

you waited impatiently, as fred just looked confused.

"well?? do it!"

"aughh", fred just groaned dissapointedly, "expelliarmus!"

a shot of yellowish red light flew towards the parchment, and it dissapeared out of your hands, leaving a few white dots on the floor.

you sighed in relief. "wasn't so hard was it? now, i'm expecting an explanation, so i hope you prepared one whilst i was waiting."

"oh, come on. you must have some idea why." fred said, tone low and soft, glaring at you like you were some sort of prey, "don't act so innocent, love."

your expression changed. can it be? no, that would be weird. you guys are friends after all. fred smirked and playfully winked at you.

"don't be silly, fred." you had decided to say. "c'mon, it's late, let's head to bed before anyone sees us."

you were glad you chose to change topics, it was getting a little awkward, which it never usually is between you and fred.

fred followed you but before you could land your feet on the stairs, fred grabbed you by your hips.

"you wanted me to explain, right? i'll explain."

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"oh fuck! oh yes!" the boy relentlessly pounded into you from behind. the force of his thrusts were beyond powerful."fredd- freddie! rightt.. fucking... there. ah!" you moaned. fuck, it felt so good you never wished for it to end.

"mhmmm, yeah? you like that huh, love?" fred shakingly spoke in your ear, sending you goosebumps, which only added to your incoming orgasm.

your back was flush with his chest, and you struggled to keep your legs still. he snaked his arm around your waist as he fucked into you, his other arm too occupied rubbing your little clit.

this sudden but slight change made you grasp his hair with your right hand, the other hand trying to push his pelvis away as the pleasure became overwhelming.

"mmh, don't push me away. you know you want this." he groaned.

"shit, shit, shit!" you kept gasping. the man showed no mercy, as he lifted one of your legs by your thigh, so he could be even deeper, if that was possible.

"too deep, freddie! too f-fucking deep!" you screamed. fred only chuckled at your helpless noises, feeling so proud of himself that he could get those sounds out of your pretty lips.

he sped up his merciless pace, skin-slapping noises lewdly contrasting against your high-pitched moans and freds deep grunts."yes! yes!" you kept whining, as he hit your g-spot over and over again. your eyes rolled back, and, for a moment, all your senses blacked out, and if it wasn't for freds strong grip on you, you would've fell.

"aah, fuck yeah." fred groaned, as he looked down to where you were connected to see a splash of white, sticky, hot liquid all over his and your pelvis.

he quickly pulled out, spinning you and immediately shoving you down on your knees.

your mind was still hazey as you were still coming down from your high. looking up at him, you saw him look back while roughly stroking his cock. finally understanding his gaze, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out.

well fuck, this was just like the drawing.

"mm, keep looking at me like that, sweetheart." he said, in a strained voice. "i'm.. almost.." he moaned, "...there."

the sight infront of you was so delicious, you just had to do something about it. you licked his tip, kissed it and then spit on it.

fred seemed surprised, and stroked faster then ever, before shooting his load onto your tongue."ahaa, oh yeah.." he sighed.

you made sure, once his eyes opened, that he saw your semen covered tongue, and then you swallowed.

not even caring what it tasted like, but caring about how fred reacted, you giggled as you saw him smirk and raise his eyebrows as if he was impressed by your actions.

"you get it now, beautiful? was that a good enough explanation?" fred said, lifting you up by your arms, and carrying you to the gryffindor bathroom.

"mhm, that was a perfect explanation, fred."

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

aaaa! was this good?😭 goshh i hope so. gimme tips n stuff, i'd rlly appreciate it!! :)

[sunrise-imagines]

I love your finn x reader farm world stories you've been writing. They are so good I can't stop reading them, I don't know how to ask this, And I don't know if you're still taking requests but can you write Farm World finn x reader Where the reader is from Ooo, but she looks exactly like farmworld finn' s wife And how would he react. I'm sorry if that's messed up, I like pain.

Ohhhh boy this one will be heartbreaking. Thanks for requesting! Reader uses she/her pronouns in this one

This is an AU in which Reader’s farmworld self replaces Huntress Wizard, love you HW

TW: Angst, mention of illness, mentions of death, hurt and a little comfort,

Farmworld Finn x Reader who’s his wife’s counterpart

• You had agreed to go with Fionna, Cake and Simon to find another crown and make their world magical again.

• After a close run-in with the scarab, you find yourselves in a post apocalyptic city.

• People all around you were giving you surpised looks, which only made you even more uncomfortable in this already hostile environment.

•When Jay first sees you all in the city, he can’t believe his eyes. He’s had this happen before, sometimes seeing someone with a similar hair color to his mother, only to have to remind himself that she’s gone.

•But when you turn around and he sees your face, there’s no mistaking it. It’s you. He doesn’t know how or why, but you’re here again! Tears flow down his cheeks as he struggles to keep quiet and out of sight.

•Once the Destiny gang are gone, Jay looks at you in awe before hurling himself into your arms and hugging you so hard you almost fall over.

• The three of you have to try and explain to him that, although you look like his mother, you’re not actually her, and slowly his smile starts to fade as the realization sets in.

•He agrees to take you to his dad, but is really worried about he will react.

• The five of you make your way to the small farm, where Finn is busying himself chopping logs. He wipes his brow, turning around to scold Jay for staying in the city so long. But then he sees you.

• No. This isn’t real. This is just another one of his dreams. That’s what this is. It’s just a dream. None of this is real. Any moment now he’s going to wake up, shaking in a cold sweat like he has every night for the last 3 years.

• But then you reach out and touch his arm, and he feels the warmth of your hand on his skin. You’re real. You smile awkwardly, a little unsure of what to say, “It’s Finn, right? It’s nice to meet you.”

• For the first time in years, he sheds a tear, and you instinctively you bring your hand to his cheek and wipe it away with your thumb. He brings his hand up to hold yours, feeling your soft hands against his calloused ones.

• “Who are you?” He asks, his voice shaking as if you might dissapear at any moment.

• “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m from another universe, and my friends and I need your help.”

• You try to explain yourselves to him, the fact that there are multiple universes, that you came to save Fionna and Cake’s, and that there is even an alternate version of himself. You decide to gloss over bringing up your own counterpart, having pieced together from Jay’s sadness that her fate was likely an unpleasant subject.

• He brings you all inside, and instantly the kids are all over you, crying and none of you have the heart to tell them the truth, so you play along. None of them care if it didn’t make sense, they were just happy to have their mom back.

• After a tense dinner and discussion about the crown, all of you are made to sleep in the hayloft. But after Fionna and the others have fallen asleep, you sneak out back to the house.

• You find Finn sitting in front of the fireplace, watching the flames as Jake lays next to him. You hesitate, debating just leaving and going to sleep, but his voice breaks the silence first.

• “I know you’re there, leave me be.” He mutters, not looking away from the flickering light. But you don’t leave, instead taking a seat next to him. Jake pads up to you and sits in your lap.

• You stay like that for awhile, the tension so thick you could cut through it, but after a little while you steel yourself and in a soft voice finally ask the question that’s been eating at your mind, “What was she like?”

• He sighs, a deep and tired breath that he’s clearly been holding in for far too long.

• Finn tells you everything, how the two of them met not long after the crown was destroyed, how she was the only one who accepting him despite his past as the Snowman. How the two fell in love, her kindness slowly melting the icy walls around his heart. How they built this house together, and not long after moving in their first son was born. How eventually their tiny family kept growing, only getting happier with each new addition. How a couple years after Bonnie was born, she started to developed a cough, and at the time she brushed it off as nothing a little rest couldn’t fix. But she kept getting worse, eventually becoming bedridden and barely able to move. How the doctors pulled him aside and told him that her prognosis wasn’t good, and while he tried to hide it from her, she already knew her time was coming. How the kids would bring her flowers and help feed her, and how she kept smiling and laughing no matter how bad the pain got. Then one day, she took his hand in hers, telling him how much she loved him and their family, and how grateful she was to have been able to be with him, if only for a little while. And then she was gone, and his world changed forever.

• After he’s done, you’re left speechless. There’s nothing you can do or say to take away the pain he’s feeling, and your presence is no doubt exacerbating it. You feel tears well up and you try to think of what you can do.

• In the end, you just put your head on his shoulder, speaking so quietly it’s almost a whisper, “I’m sorry I’m not her.”

[thefluffyrailway-official]

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. (𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

[TW: SENSITIVE CONTENT]

Santiago Shore, or how every engine knew him, Salty, was a friendly and experienced dockside diesel, who works at the Brendam Docks in the Island of Sodor.

"He doesn't shut up even under water " Could be the first phrase his workmate, Cranky, would describe him. And he wouldn't be wrong! Because it's true that this unusually nice diesel engine loves to talk and tell stories about the sea.

But what i'm gonna tell you now, is about the day all that cheerful (and sometimes annoying) talking turned into a cold (And mysterious) silence

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Even though it was very rare that Salty didn't like to do a job, there was something he hated with all his soul. But still, he had to do sometimes.

That morning, Sir Topham Hatt arrived at the docks for an special job for the garnet engine.

-You must go to the Dieselworks deliver spare parts there Salty.- He ordered.

The golden-eyed diesel felt a chill running through his metalic body. He hated going to the dieselworks. (Or any place without sea nearby)

-Wait wait... Me? Couldn't Porter go instead of me? There's many work to do here- He stuttered.

The short man in the suit nodded. -You're right. And Porter will do it for you untill you're back- He said. -Now. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll come back here.-

Salty nodded with a little roll of his eyes, while the turquoise steamie behind him let out a little giggle.

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Soon, he was coupled to the trucks full of pieces. And in an hour or less, he arrived to that imponent and kinda scary place that was the Dieselworks.

Since that moment he heard a crow's cry, Salty felt something wrong with that place.

-Alright...- He cleaned his throat -Now i just have to talk with D-Diesel 10... And i can go back to my shed...- He whispered in fear. The simple thought of that enormous golden beast was enough to make any engine shiver and maybe think twice before doing or saying anything.

He went into that dark garage-like place, and only his younger brother, Bert, was there.

They weren't what we can say close brothers. They even tried to not talk to eachother. But this time, Bert broke that brotherly rule they had.

-Hey Wet Wheels! Have you seen Diesel 10?- He asked with a slightly arrogant tone.

-What do you mean? Isn't he here?- Salty asked back trying to not look annoyed by the younger's attitude.

-Are you stupid or did sea salt rot your brain? If i ask you is because he's not here!- Bert growled.

-Yo, cool up your engine rusty brain.- Salty grinned. -I just came to deliver this spare parts. Fighting is only weekends for me-

The younger diesel rolled his eyes.

-Well now that you're here why don't you do something useful and try to find Diesel 10? You can't leave without telling him about your delivery- He hissed before leaving.

-Fiiiine. Just don't try to take the credits if I find him...Stupid...- Salty replied.

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But the truth was, not only Diesel 10 dissapeared. Splatter and Dodge did too.

They were having... A little conversation in a hidden cave.

-What?! You're crazy Diesel 10- The lilac diesel protested -First you make me kill your rival's pups and now this?!-

His lime-green twin approached to his side and placed one of his paws on his bufferbeam.

-We are not gonna follow your orders anymore! What you're doing is wrong!- Said Dodge.

Diesel 10 was sitting in front of them. A sinister shadow covered half of his face.

-Oh you're not?- He asked with his usual soft tone.

The twins shared a nervous gaze for a second before answering.

-N-No.... We won't...- Splatter nodded. -Now let us go! Before we decide to tell Sir Topham Hatt about what you planned to do to his railway!- Dodge hissed.

Diesel 10 stood up and slowly approached to them.

-Of course i will let you go... -He started. -Go with Lady's pup i mean-

The huge golden male grabbed Dodge tightly by his neck in an almost invisible movement... He began to tear at Diesel 10's strong gray legs, without success in being freed.

As soon as he reacted, Splatter jumped into Diesel 10, digging his jaws into the blue-eyed male's biceps. Although this one got rid of the lilac with a blow of his paw.

Dodge's face was starting to look blue from the lack of oxygen. Seeing this, Diesel 10 relaxed his paws, believing that they had learned their lesson.

Taking advantage of this moment, and that the large male's belly was unprotected, the greenish diesel took the opportunity to tear it with his hind legs, getting 10 to let go.

-Ugh! You will regret this!! -He hissed while cleaning that oily dark blood of his belly.

Dodge turned, ready to escape. But the blue-eyed attacked again. This time tearing off much of the meat from his neck.

-BROTHER!!!- Cried Splatter.

The greenish diesel fell... Staining the ground with his blood...

The golden engine pushed the dying diesel's head with its paw, slightly scratching its side.

-Last words? -Diesel 10 whispered

Dodge remained silent for a few moments. Only his heavy breathing was audible.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on the entrance to the cave.

-T...Take care... Of Diesel...-

He whimpered with a smile as he slowly closed his eyes... Letting his head fall against the ground... Just before his breathing and his life went out...

-Of course I will take care of him... So well that he will never know about this.- D10 grinned

Splatter cried next to the body of his older twin brother.

He felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces... His workmate... His best friend... His brother... The one who was always there in that misery of life that they both had... He was no longer with him...

-And about you... -The blue-eyed growled interrupting the brothers' goodbye.

The lilac diesel turned to look at him. With his eyes completely filled with tears.

-I'll make sure you don't rebel against me too...- Diesel 10's tail rose imposingly, showing the sting that, years ago, he would have used as a lethal injection to calm the suffering of the engines incapable of being saved, was now a deadly and poisonous torture.

In seconds he nailed it to the shoulder of the defenseless and paralyzed Lilac Diesel...Causing him to fall into a series of seizures and spasms almost instantly...

Foam came out in large quantities from the mouth of the dying engine...His eyes rolled to his rear as his back arched...

Luckilly for him....

Diesel 10 didn't notice Salty right behind the cave's entrance...

He saw... Everything...

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«I must get out of here... I must...» Salty backed away carefully...

But its pistons squeaked inopportunely. Causing Diesel 10 to see him there, standing with his eyes fixed like a deer about to be run over.

Diesel 10 frowned silently. Then he moved on to the garnet diesel, and when he was close enough he told him...

-You're lucky to be important to Mavis... But don't get overconfident and tell this to anyone... Or your blood will be the new fuel for diesels...-

Salty froze. Staring at Dodge's corpse, and Splatter's painful gaze. Staring at him intently... As if even in his last moments he was begging for help...

Diesel 10 left the place. Although, he returned soon with a truck with purple and green wheels. carrying a saw in his mouth.

-Go back to the docks boy. You've seen enough...- Diesel 10 growled as he approached to the twins and grabbed one of their legs...

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(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)

[thebottomfromhell]

Can I request the upper moon (+ enmu and Muzan if it's not too much trouble) yandere, with a female reader who can travel between universes, so it's sooo easy for her to escape and not come back?. I love your writing, you are in my top 3 of my fav writers 🤍

Thank you for the compliment.

I didn't know what kind of "travel between universes" you meant. Like... multiverse, different fandom worlds, isekai type. Also traveling like a magical girl? Science-fic tech? I decided to focus more in the yandere-ish characters post-Carmen (my reference to the Opera), I was listening Habanera Carmen while writting.

Female Interdimensional traveler reader scaping Yandere! Uppermoon (+ Enmu and Muzan)

Warnings: Mamga spoilers, Yandere character, Excesive use of violence, Threats to reader, Mentioned non-character demon death, One-sided feelings (not from reader), No happy ending for demons, Reader is moraly ambiguous.

Enmu:

Sleep. You should sleep, dream by his side so he can build a paradaise all for you. He can't understand why you fight him, but Enmu is willing to try as long as you give yourself to him. "I promise to be nice, you will have everything you could want and I will have your body well taken care of. Why would you deny us both such a wonderful future? Can't you see everything about me aches for you?" He doesn't shut up, sometimes you wonder if he just loves the sound of his own voice. Anyway, you were planning to leave already, so you reach out to open a portal to- "Sleep."

You manage to open the portal before the sound finishes to reach your ears, making you fall through the interdimentional leak as you close your eyes. Emnu can only look at the scene, not fully understanding what is hoing on as your body fades into... something, and that something dissapears the second you crossed it. Taking you. "Hey... Y/N.... my lovely girl this is not funny." He tries to reach you nerviously.... you are asleep, he himself made you sleep, yet he can't feel you. Wherever you are, he can't get you.

"You have to be kidding me. What is this? Some kind of nightmare?" He has a nervious smile that becomes everytime more forced, wrenched, to every second it passes and he can't even feel you. Are you awake? Are you dead? Where? If anything had to happen to you he wanted to be there! Now you are gone! "Y/N.... Y/N, darling? C'mon, don't do this to me. I love you...." but you are gone.... are you planning to come back for him?

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

You left.... you fucking left... you fu- "Onii-chan?" Fuckfuckfu- he can't. He has to control himself, he can't show Daki how bad he is feeling, how desesperate. But you were just there, he was watching you and now you are gone. Were you burned? Why would you be burned? Why is that the first thing he- "Onii-chan!" He hugs his sister, burrying his face in her shoulder. He is not crying, no tears shed from his eyes, but he is sobbing hard. You are gone, you are gone!

Of course you are gone, anywhere else better than with a freak with him, right? You never wanted him! You nev- "Gyutaro?" Shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP SHUT UP- "GET LOST YOU STUPID WHORE! GET AWAY FROM MY ONII-CHAN! HE DOESN'T WANT YOU!" But you know that is a lie, Gyutaro does want you, right now he is breaking up, shattering down, just for you. "Gyutaro?" You repeat softer, getting closer to the demon almost squirming into his sister's, his everything, the girl who sees him almost as a father, embrace. Obi sashes come out her back, moving threateningly, as she hugs her brother protectively, hatred in her eyes as she looks for you.

In the end, he speaks before you or Daki can. "GO AWAY! FUCKING GO AWAY! YOU WILL LEAVE ANYWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! DON'T- DON'T FUCKING COME TO ME ONLY TO ABANDON ME LATER!" You are too much, you have already taken his heart and head. What else could you possible want? He can't stop thinking about you, wanting you close, obssesed with the idea to be yours when you will only leave. He sobs harder as you step closer, get out of him! GET OUT! GETOUTGETOUTGET- "DON'T YOU DARE!" You fade into a portal, the same which you always use, before Daki can hurt you, leaving her to patch together her brother, again, only to ruin him when you come back, AGAIN. "Onii-chan...."

Gyokko:

You absolutely have no taste, you would stay if you did. Who gave you permission to leave?! You should adore having Gyokko's attention, for hin to share his art with you... and yet you don't appreciate him. Not enough, you should love him more. Wouldn't that be more fair? He loves you too much for you to not love him back, don't be so selfish- "Would you stop that! You are getting on my nerves!" You have been trying to enjoy this universe, but Gyokko has been harrasing you non-stop.

Showing you desfigurated human bodies, telling you what you should and shouldn't want, getting angry on the slightlest of things. Really, why have you not left yet? "I'M getting on your nerves? You have no idea with how patient I have been with you. You should be thanking me for taking my precious time on you, only for you to be such an ungrateful brat?" Really, what is wrong with him. "You know what, I'm leaving. I'm done." You reach out to open the portal and just stop having to tolerate Gyokko. He tries to stop you, tries to hurt you, but summoned too late the pot. Much less the attack.

The face twists in rage due the humiliation, HOW DARE YOU?! YOU WRENCHED WOMAN! The next time he'll see you he will kill you, you won't even have the pleasure of being a work of art! He will just rip your eyes and tongue off to burry them into the mud! He will stab and poke you again and again and again, letting you starve until you kill yourself of the pain! A death with no beauty or dignity! The death of a witch! ..... that if you ever come back, because right now, you are just enjoying the jump in between universes.

Hantengu Clones:

"SHE IS MINE, YOU PIECES OF SHIT! BACK OFF!" "NO FAIR! I SAW HER FIRST! SHE IS MINE!" Sekido and Urogi are fighting each other, citting and stabbing limbs, using their powers on each other, Karaku being the only one sane for once in his life, trying to stop them. He is the least jealous of the clones, probably the only one who doesn't mind sharing. "GUYS! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT SCARING HER OFF! Y/N IS GOING TO GET AWAY IF YOU KEEP LIKE THIS! That or Aizetsu is going to get her first..." Yes, Aizetsu is alredy into it, using his body to block your path away.

"Y/N, please. Don't leave. That will make Sekido mad and Urogi feral, they will take it out on me. Please don't that to me, you're making me sad." He looks scared, miserable, he doesn't want you to leave. But he is also using that to try and manipulate you, he is doing it on purpose. You know it and honestly, you are getting tired of their little scenes, their jealousy, their violence, their delusions, their tricks... You. Are. Done. You were about to open the portal when you feel two hands, one on each wrist, from behind with a breath on your neck. "C'mon, pretty thing~. Don't be like that, I know some of us can be scary, but we can all make you feel good, even if the others don't look like it."

The breathing stops when Sekido staff stabs him through the skull, forcing him on the ground. You were startled by the splash of blood over you, but you take the chace to run as you open the portal. "AIZETSU! DON'T LET HER SCAPE!" The sad clone does try to stop you, but it's too late, you are already gone. ". . . ." "AIZETSU, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT! WHY DID YOU LET HER GET AWAY?!" "Y/N! Y/N! WHERE IS SHE?! WHY DID SHE LEAVE?! I MISS HER SO MUCH ALREADY!" "PLEASE STOP SCREAMING AT ME! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SAD?!" "..... I hate being the sane one...."

Nakime:

How? Just how? Nakime has been looking for you, but you are nowhere in the Infinity Castle. You are not in any room, in any corridor, any fall.... it's impossible for anyone got get out without her noticing, then why are you not here? She even looked outside her fortress, nothing, "Nakime-chan!" Nothing until you decide there is something interesting around.

Nakime just looks at you, not knowing well how to start, she spends a time like this, and you have no idea if it's more creepy like this or it would would be worst if her hair wasn't covering her face, you can feel her stare on you neither way. "How did you do that?" Is the first thing she says, going to the point, not caring for formalities. "Do what?" You tease, you know well what she is asking, she can tail, so she doesn't insist, doesn't give you what you want, making you pout a bit. "You are a grown woman that managed to scape my Demon Blood Art, and yet you pout in front of me." She is angry. What are you doing? How are you doing it? Why does she lose control when it comes about you? Her interdimentional realm.... is it even anything for you?

But she must have you, she must. Her whole body aches for you, or is it just because of what you can do? She can't stop thinking about it, wanting you caged in her corridors and rooms, not letting go, so you are hers and hers alone. She.... likes you, a lot more than she ever liked any man. "Nakime-chan, I will leave if I get too bored." She plays her Biwa, knowing it's useless to use her powers on you, she just plays to entertain you until she figures something out, if there is anything to figure out.

Akaza:

Please don't leave. Please, don't leave him, he can't- if you leave- you have to stay. Stay, please. "Please, I'm begging you. Stay. I.... I will protect you, I will take care od you, promise. I pro- please, please, don't do this to me." Akaza begs, grabbing you by the waist, holding you tight, digging fingers into your clothes. It's taking a lot of him to not cry. Why do you want to leave? Did he do something wrong? Is he not strong enough? "I promise to get stronger! To be there! To protect... I want to protect you, please..."

If he is not there what will happen to you? Hung by the neck. Poison in the well. Death death DEATH. What will happen to him? There is nothing left he doesn't care, just needs to get stronger because if he was strong enough to begin with it wouldn't have happened. Why are you always trying to leave? He sobs as you pull alway but lets you move him at will. He wants you to be safe, to be happy, to be healthy. He wants a life with his wife, the life he was promised! Where is that girl he loves with his whole heart?! A part of you can feel Akaza, while obessed with you, with the idea to protect you and take care of you, has already given his heart to someone else, a woman that it's not you.

You are nobody's second choise or consolation prize, you can't take him and don't want to. "I'm sorry." It's the only thing you say, feeling nothing but pity for him, as you open the portal and leave. He just lost another woman in his life a woman he didn't get to have as his wife. What is it left, why nobody he cares about ever stays for him? Everyone always leaves! "... Hah-...." Can you hear it? He is screaming at the top of his lungs, voice cracking and breaking as the sound of the pain of a 18 year old man who lost everything but his fists twice explodes into self-loathing and anger for the world, just wanting to be found again.... can you hear it?

Douma:

It's odd, very odd, how you can just dissapear the way you do. What is more odd is that Douma usually likes odd things, viewing them as entretaintment, but now... he doesn't like it. He can tell that much. It's very weird how his stomach twists, his chest compress in itself, his throat tights up and his head hurts everytime he thinks on the fact that you left somewhere he can't find you, and he can't do anything about it. Why? He really can't understand it, but he is not enjoying it, you should stay besides him forever, so his body can behave the same as always.

"Y/N! I see you are back! How have you been? Come here, tell me everything. I am a good listener, I'm sure you will feel comfortable." He is not hiding it, what is there to hide? He justs knows he wants you, the rest is... unkown, and it doesn't really matter, it never did. He can't feel anything, but right know he knows he needs you with him. Maybe he should eat you? You are quite a beautiful lady, he bets your flesh would be tender and tasty against his mouth, and in your stomach you would be always with him. But he would miss a lot if he did it now, seeing your faces, hearing your voice, touching your skin or clothes, smelling your scent. It would be a waste but didn't he think that same with her?

He will find a way, eventually, to keep you around. Now he can only show appreciation for the fact that you came to visit. The fact that you are still coming back to him. He will give you all of his attention, find your weakness and get what he wants. He may not look like it, but he can be patient when it matters. It just has never mattered before, maybe it doesn't even matter now. "It was fun to see you again. Bye, Douma!" You fade away and he can only stare.... that portal should have been his stomach.

Kokushibou:

You are finally out of his life, THE WHY ARE YOU STILL IN HIS HEAD?! WHY? It's been a while since you just... evaporized of this world, he knows.Kokushibou has been looking for you, actually looking for you, not the "I'm searching" he always gives Muzan off, but actually tried to follow you like he tried to follow his brother, no wonder he also failed this time. GET OUT OF HIS HEAD! HE DOESN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT YOU! HE WANTS TO FORGET YOU! You are gone and that is good, out of his life, out of his system, out of his internal demons, out of his- "Koku, is that you?" ...... he turns around slowly to find you standing there....

No.... no, why are you here? This... is this some illusion? A dream? A nightmare? Why are you getting closer to him? Why are you trying to talk to him? Can't you see he doesn't want anything to do with you? "Why, as talktative as always!" You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be talking over him, as if you were another man instead of a woman. His wife never did such a thing, she was quiet, elegant, filial and dutiful and yet he left her like you will leave him. Is this his karma, then?

He can't react, in any way possible. His breathing stops, his heart races, his head and chest hurts because of you. He wants to walk away, to be the one to leave you and reject you instead of the other way around. To save pride? His mind? Why were you even born?! He hates you! Hates you so much! "So, how have you been?" But he can't bring himself to walk away until you fade again.... he hates you so much, you have become everything to him. Like Yoriichi.

Muzan:

Another demon just died, their own body attacking them. It's not weird, Muzan doesn't even like most of his demons anyways, so more often than not he kills some of the lowlives around when he is having a tantrum sensitive moment. "Why haven't you found her already?!" He asks Nakime, who only sighs before getting the Uppermoons inside the castle, not yet here, and shrugs a little. She doesn't understand it neither, he send his most powerful demon, including her, to look for some human. A woman with scent, identity, living in his memories, unlike the flower.... why has nobody found you already?

"Hey, Muzan!" You appear out of nowhere, making both Nakime and Muzan turn around, shocked. This is Nakime's special dimention, how are you here? Why are you here? Can't you see what you are doing to the Demon King? Can't you see how your actions affect the people around him? Do you even care? It's just one small world between the amount of universes you have traveled through. "Y/N. Where were you?" His voice sounds kind, if not slightly irritated, he hates not being in control, loathes it. And he can't control you, yet, he tells himself. But he will.

Maybe that is why you came, to tease him, because it's fun, because you think he deserves it. "You know. Over here, over there, a lot of places. I just came by to say "hi"." Nakime looks nervious, looking at her master, wondering if she will be instructed to cage you. "Well, that doesn't matter. You are here now. Why don't you stay-" You don't. You leave as he speaks, dissapearing in front of his eyes. You can see his false calmness twist into rage, frustration, desesperation as you go away. Isn't it fun to make interdimentional trips with between yandere?

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ how the boxers were as children ☆

Hey besties, sorry for dissapearing i was busy decaying, enjoy my cringe ass writing

Glass Joe

- Really sleepy & an edgelord, he was the kid that had hair covering the side of his face in middle school

- his parents always said that he wouldnt really be able to take up boxing due to him being a natural coward, jokes on them Joe isnt scared to get hurt (physically)

- loved reading old writing, especially gothic literature, he has a soft spot for dark writing

- wrote cringy edgy poems about every crush he had, his parents sometimes pull them out to torment him

- tried to start his own band, failed miserably

- still attached to his edgelord phase very much

- if he was a teen during the 2000-2010's he def would have a edgy wolf oc and a Deviantart account

Von Kaiser

- sickly victorian child + little german boy hybrid

- his parents always spoke with permission so he also started copying them, leading to him always interrupting people by saying "can i ask something?"

- had that one little german boy outfit, along with the huge ass lollipop and dumb hat, anytime someone pulls out his childhood pictures he prays they dont whip out those photos or he will get bullied recklessly

- NEVER EVER cursed until the wonderful age of 15 when he yelled out the word "fuck" after dropping a wrench on his foot, his dad wasnt even upset he was more concerned because holy fuck his child dropped a wrench on their foot

- got sick really often, he was out here being asked to be taken out into the garden one last time before you all posers

Disco Kid

- that one kid who had a really cool dad that let him do anything as long as he didnt blow up the house

- Really creative, writing up stories with pictures, his grammar wasnt really the best (along with his writing) so his parents had to read "the addventours off the brince" and hold in their laugh

- He was the kid who performed an entire ass dance choreography to get your parents to accept the sleepover invite

- got introduced to Disco music by his dad, got obsessed with it instantly and started dancing everywhere

King Hippo

- ate glue

- never spoke with anyone, Just beat up anyone picking on him and no one messed with him ever since

- people just gave him paper to eat, fresh with colored pencils

- liked to play make believe with his plushies

Piston Hondo

- He let you copy off his homework, i think that tells you enough

- everyone only recognized him for being a smart ass, not being creative and that really upset him

- played chess a whole lot, joined tournaments and won some medals

- academic burnout hit him like a train

- for a while, art and writing was his only escape from stress & pressure, he journaled about his feelings and drew his soul out, due to this he struggled to express his feelings without words

Bear Hugger

- chased everyone around with a spider then ate it, he was so evil for what

- never actually went to school, his parents lived out in the woods and homeschooled him since no one likes walking 2-3 hours straight just to suffer in a seat

- He always had a interest in animals, him and mrs bear go are childhood friends, mrs bear met him when she was a cub, due to this he got spared by mrs bears mom and suddenly had a 2nd mom, once his family realized that their son got adopted by a bear, they kindly let the bears in and treated it like it was normal

- loved fishing with mrs bear, he taught her how to use a rod and she taught him how to catch fish with his bare hands

Great Tiger

- so called "self sufficient" When he was just used to being alone and kinda accepted the fact he'll never have proper friends

- created the most batshit insane scenarios with his clones that would make the average hollywood movie maker shed tears, these gems include: divorce, murder, crime, assault and tea parties

- talked to himself a whole lot to the point where his parents took him to a therapist

- never really made friends, Just made himself his own friend

Don Flamenco

- oh no.

- his dad basically hated him, insulted him a whole lot, made fun of him, literally just made him insecure, when he got the opportunity to escape his dad by boxing, he took it without hesitation and got out of there

- was never really home, he was always out with friends to avoid his dad back at the house

- emotional stability? Who needs that when you can ignore your problems?

- people pleaser no matter what he says

Aran Ryan

- greasy ass bitch

- his parents didnt teach him shit, you think tigers parents didnt care about him? They'll look like helicopter parents next to them when they see what aran has going on

- had bad hygiene, only learned to shower and take care of himself in the 5th grade, thanks to that and his name, my boy got bullied and developed his behavior to defend himself from people

- Always ran from school & home, he had a hide out from away from home and a bit close to school to escape whenever he had the chance, he always dissapeared for a few weeks (sometimes months) and nobody really went looking for him, either from knowing he'll return sometime or they just dont care enough

Soda Popinski

- lonely, him and tiger are the difference between feeling lonely vs being alone, he doesnt handle loneliness well

- grew up with his grandpa & his stories, always loved listening to them and copied him whenever he wanted to tell a story

- never had a proper social life due to having to take care of his grandpa + him getting concerned about soda whenever he was out for too long

- spent most of his time crying from loneliness, away from him

Bald Bull

- precious!!! Was really shy and had a rounder face that everyone in his family pinched like crazy

- extremely sensitive & emotional (he still is hes just bottling it up shh)

- stuttered a lot, think about that one "have you ever had a dream you could you can't you would you you could be anything" kid

- was really short and just shot up one day

- scaredy cat, could be scared from anything, including: bugs, darkness, thunder, needles, sharp stuff, blood, death and alcohol (he also still gets scared easily but shh shut up)

- Always snored in his sleep, inherited it from his dad

Super Macho Man

- obsessed with sharks, dinosaurs, trucks and cars, basically got obsessed with anything he found cool

- his parents spoiled the living fuck out of him, no dime left unspent on him, no quarter spared

- Always lied about having something at the playground, sure Macho i trust the fact that you have "every dinosaurs teeth" 100% never doubted you for a second

- his parents love language was money so it got passed down to him, they were just throwing money at him and fucking off

Mr Sandman

- oldest child in his family, has 4 siblings and loves them all very much, had to help his mom & dad take care of them since they were a handful

- started boxing early so he was never in school that often unless it was 99% neccessary

- slept a lot thanks to him being tired constantly from rushing around

- knows how to do hair & make up from his younger sister

[thedemoninmywalls]

what would aro have to do to make rire lose interest in her? is there just one thing she could do, weather it be a way she acts or something shed have to say to just completely make him disinterested in her? and how would rire respond if she did that thing? also would aro do it even if it meant he killed her? would she do something that may make rire kill her for good if it meant ending her torment for good?

(also hi its been forever i like dissapeared off the face of the earth for a bit but im back maybe? hope youre doing well sending love <3)

hiii felix i hope you're doing okay!!! The short answer is that Rire is incapable of letting his victims go. He's too possessive and competitive. If he doesn't kill them or take their soul, it feels like he "lost" somehow, and he can't handle that. He does "take breaks" from Aro where he won't visit her, sometimes for months at a time, but he inevitably comes back because he can't keep away from his precious toy for too long. Humans are far too entertaining for him to give up on so quickly. So no, there's nothing Aro could do by herself to get out of her situation. The only way she can escape Rire's clutches is by enlisting the help of her friends, or Cain, or someone who actually knows how to fight demons lol.

[trenchgardens-ooc-ooc-ooc-ooc]

👻 (mostly for dlicti and bucket if you can...)

What scares them ! Dlicti and Bucket are similar in that they both default to freeze as a fear response. Fight, Flight, Freeze, Faun, so they might not immediately read as scared when something happens.

Dlicti is affraid of clowns. Highbloods in general will probably make her freeze up any time she sees them for a long time coming, even unfamiliar ceruleans, maybe even some particularly haughty teals. Dlicti is like Plexus too in that she hypoventilates rather than hyper. The way she survived slavery was to just. Stop. They'll leave eventually.

Yeah I think all her fears revolve around the circus, carnival, clown faith in general. She is affraid to go out in public, not because she is scared of people, but because she is scared of highbloods. She was just minding her business when she was cornered, kidnapped, and enslaved. She'll probably be on alert outside her home for the rest of her life. She also avoids public for another reason. Its just easier. She doesn't remember much from her life before, and she has exclusively had social interractions in the form of hushed conversations with the few other slaves shed met, scrawled memos by the ur-clown she tended to, and the wordless interractions with her savior, and that wierd little seadweller.

Said seadweller is so wierd that she barely considers him a highblood. Really he basically isnt in everything but his blood itself. all of the traits that the highbloods she is afraid of have aside from the blood are absent in him. hes just a little guy. auuugh detheo is just a little guy. Her therapy cat. Hes her exposure therapy.

I think Dlicti likes the rain but is afraid of heavy storms. The whole carnival she lives in is pretty storm susceptible... She lives in a performer's trailer after all. I think she got help from the NNantis to move her trailer to more solid ground- a concrete or stone brick platform under a shelter near the cave that the Ur-Clown was buried under.

She also has an intense aversion to insects. Specifically the kinds associated with unclenliness like roaches, flies, and to an extent ants. She cant have those kinds of bugs touching her most of the time. In general though the bigger and slower the bug the more ok it is. Scarab beetles and Rhino beetles are her besties. She loves butterflies though prefers large moths and the duller colored ones, she loves bees, though prefers hornets and bumblebees, and hates honeybees.

She also has an intense aversion to rotten food and has definitely thrown out some perfectly fine food just under suspicion that it was too ripe.

She is bad at verbal socialization. She prefers text and whatever her local cat men have going on.

I think she is also super averse to touch for a long long time. Detheo likes being petted and likes using her as a basking spot when shes not moving/hj though and because of his small size compared to her its actually kind of calming. You need to be very ok in her book to be deemed safe though.

I think she's also. Scared of ghosts.

Bucket fears... The empire. Staying how she is right now forever. The grind. She's afraid of herself staying alive, shes afraid of her friends dying, shes more afraid of her friends leaving her behind. Dissapearing on day to participate in a bright future she could never be a part of. Something that has happened before. Something that will happen again.

Dehorner, she fears death... she fears helms and losing people to the empire. Her crew. She sees Helms as an extension of the empire. One of their instruments of consumption. Its ironic that she is an executioner... She does a lot to keep her crew safe. That includes the faked cullees (alt) who hide in her vessel. If she is ever caught out, she will be going down with the ship, and she will be the only one on it. Shes scared one day that she'll drop down to Alternia, or any of the other brood worlds, and find nothing but a smoking crater where once were her underground associates. Something that has happened before. Something that will happen again.

[worldsxtar]

 IN ANOTHER LIFE— I WOULD MAKE YOU STAY

         ALASTOR N. AENEAS x READER

It just keeps happening. Again and again. No matter what he does, the end is always the same— In each lifetime, he's always unable to prevent blood from being shed, his plans always backfired. So much that he, as the heir, can possibly do.

  It's his fault that you keep getting hurt. It's his fault that you always risk your life just to stay by his side. Maybe if he keeps pushing you away, you'll still manage to make it. Maybe, if you stay away till it's over, there is still a chance for the better. Maybe—

By the fourth, he seems to have stopped caring. Unable to show away his emotions through his composed, yet gentle face. He's growing distant, never bringing himself to leave his office to the point one has to barge in to make sure he has still eaten— Still slept enough. There are burdens that weigh heavily on the one who still remembers all, a sense of guilt that can never go away so easily.

But those hands will never stop shaking when in brief contact with your warmth. Those crimson eyes, beautiful yet tired, will always look for you, even if he knows you're not even there. Every step he makes, will never make him stop searcing for you, even if he can't bring himself to go any closer anymore.

A curse with no redeeming paths.

The best things will be kept aside if it means to protect them, at least that's what he wants to believe. The heir knows that his very existence is a threat to your safety. A danger that can never make dissapear, no matter what he does. There is a duty he has to carry, and he knows that the divine still holds him in dept, it is a sacrifice he is willing to give.

But sometimes still he wonders, If there will ever be another life, where he'll be free from this all— A life where he can flee away from all those miseries and be who he wants to be. And maybe, in that other life,

He can finally keep the promises you two swore. He can truly show you that he cares. That he can lay in your arms and never fear for consequences ever again.

A life, where he can finally love you in the way he has forever always wanted to do.

     tagging. @yoghurtsan

[call-me-lemon]

This is going to be a massive parragraph about something ive been thingking about for a while, and I will not include a tldr. Read at your own peril

God I cant stop thinking about rewriting httyd the nine realms... I want to make Tom a fucking nerd who follows his mom into the fissure so he can draw the cool rocks because he looks up to her as the one parent he has left, and he and his mom share a love for cool rocks but she moreso likes the science part and Tom just likes to look at them and draw them because hes a little art nerd... Then he sees movement along the dark cave walls, and hes still a reckless stupid little kid so he sneaks away from his mom to follow it... Then part of the unstable terrain gives way as hes chasing the strange thing in the shadows of the cave, he falls down and fucks up his arm and drops his sketchbook and pencil... The thing on the wall turns out to be Thunder, who was clinging to the cave wall so the dark markings on his back would provide a natural camouflage as he observed the new creatures... He notices Tom is injured and hesitantly approaches, leaving Tom stunned and speechless when the injured boy notices the pair of glowing eyes watching him from nearby. He reaches for his pencil to draw the creature, causing Thunder to growl as he has no idea what a pencil is or what Tom is either. Tom pulls his hand back for a moment and starts speaking to the creature. His voice is a little shakey from the pain of having just completely fucked up his arm, but its enough to show a lack of hostility. Thunder lets Tom grab the pencil, and Tom shows the dragon what the hell it is by starting to draw him. Thunder takes an interest in this and finds the boy endeering, so when he hears Toms mom coming to look for him he picks him up by the hood and takes him back to where he fell from, dissapearing once more into the caves... Tom gets taken home to get his arm fixed up and tells the other kids... Later, when his arm is healed, he sneaks back into the cave at night and re-traces his steps trying to find the dragon again. He has to go deeper than he did before, but he eventually find where Thunder is staying. Theres a wall of rubble next to which the dragon has dug a shallow scrape filled with embers and soot to sleep in. When the dragon returns from an unsuccessful hunt and notices him, he doesnt seem too hostile. Tom approaches Thunder, who only growls a little bit. After spending some time just staring awestruck at him, Tom reaches out to try and touch him. He scratches Thunder behind the ear things, which embarrasses the shit out of the dragon causing him to flee. Tom stands perfectly still for a while, then bounces in place in excitement and turns to run back home... He talks to Jun speciffically about this because Jun is also a fucking nerd but she already liked mythology. He shows her a scale that shed from the dragon and tells her to keep it a secret but she totally fucking doesnt and tells the other kids as soon as his back is turned... after seeing the scale the other kids follow Tom to where he found the dragon, but hes not there... Alex gives them walkie talkies and they split into two groups, Tom and Jun being the ones the camera follows... they find Thunder in the middle of a battle with Wu and Wei and he and Jun make noise to distract and disorient the dragons enough to seperate and calm them down, Tom tending to Thunder and Jun finding a strange connection to Wu and Wei after giving them a snack from her pocket in case they were fighting over food (In this rewrite I would make Jun eventually turn into a bad guy so their dragons not getting along particularly well would be a reoccurring thing to foreshadow that. Also TomAlex)

Im still thinking about speciffics, but im planning for Jun to want to show the dragons to her mom to prove smth and feel important but Alex would be the voice of reason and say they shouldnt until theyre sure no harm would come to the dragons if their existence was revealed... Also after everyone gets their dragons Tom and Alex would have a harness building montage where they work together to make the saddles for the dragons and all that. Tom remembers the scale he got from Thunder and suggests Alex line her riding gear with Feathers scales so shes able to hide with her dragon... I cant stop thinking about this shit... Show not even good but I want to make it good... I cant even write...

Edit: forgor to mention that what confirms Toms drive to keep the dragons hidden would be him asking his mom if, hypothetically, dragons were real what would she do and she replies that shed buy herself a dragon-skin purse

[doodlesbf]

(Nooo! Imagine)

**warning is in hangtag below**

Sia panting, she had to transform in her full on monstrous body to keep the chain from that mummified Ganondorf's flame or magic and look to the chain to seeing them all panting hard and nearly all of their equipments are broke or are broken. Wild left arm is burned completely and his master sword is full on broken as twilight is holding him up and protectively a almost mummified Ganondorf look to the group displeased seeing such worthless heros.

Ganondorf: Rarur put all faith in you, link.

Ganondorf see the monstrous beast and raise his hand to use the same flame or magic to full on spear sia body all that burning sia as she roar in pain but refused to move to protect the chain from this.

Wild struggles against twilight to see sia taken the hit in order to protect them all. Sia blood dripping on the ground making big puddles but she growl to this mummified Ganondorf but he stop to use that same ability to push the center making the whole place collapsing and the debris fallen down some almost land on a few chain members if sia tail didn't hit the debris away but when sia felt the ground shaking, she turn and grab the chain to pull them to her body as the ground cave in and they all fallen down but the mystery arm touch sia making all dissapeared from this cave in.

Twilight, wild and hyrule wake up together and are quickly to get up to see their not were they should be but wild arm now looks like that arm they all found but the others are gone til a man voice speaks to link well wild and the two hear what the man quick explain but they continued on.

Time,warrior, wind,sky,legend and four wake up on something warm and breath in pain and get up to remember what happened only to see they all been on top of the monstrous beast body of sia and they all get off her and fell on their butts to slip on her blood puddle but quick to get up to check sia injuries and bad burns.

Legend: sia?! Sia!!!

Time: wait we're missing twilight, wild and hyrule?! Damnit.

Time put pressure on the injury he found on sia as legend,four are the ones dragging in everyone bags for healing potions as sky,warrior look for sia injuries with time but those injuries look bad.

Sia slowly start to wake up as legend have to use his firerob to close the injuries that needed to be close making sia roar out in pain and her blood land on the chain there but shiver knowing that it likely hurts but they have to close her injuries or she'll died from bloodlost. Once everything is done sia make whimpering noises like any animal does when badly injured as time can do is petting sia as he look to the little chain to see their uneasy being out in the open on this strange place but they look to sia who's still in her monstrous beast body clearly can't return back to their hyrulian body.

Four: hope she's okay....those injuries-

Four reach his hands out to lightly and as gentle as he can touch the burn close injury but four frown ans sit down right next to sia monstrous beast body and lean on her to try clam himself and his pounding headache of the colors.

Legend put his firerod away and walk to sia and gently petting her while he hide his own face in sia fur to shed tears and bite his lip to not let out a pathetic crys since he or the chain couldn't stop this version of Ganondorf and worse they all seen sia take that hit for them.

Legend whispered out quietly apologizes to sia and only her as the other have no choice to sit and wait for the three missing members to come for them since moving is out of the question.

[0aurelion-sol0]

What are the odds that Will paints something that will foreshadow something happening in the season ? 😏

Or better...

What are the odds that something that happened during the season will be revealed at the end to have been painted by Will ?

There's a lot of movies on the ST4 Video Store Fridays list that have a big twist at the end that makes you reconsider the whole story or at least parts of it...

This could be one. 🙃

In season 1, when Will played that D&D game and he lost, he said that the Demogorgon caught him, which is exactly what happens despite the Demogorgon having no reason to kidnap Will and keep him alive unlike his other victims since Will wasn't bleeding and they were plenty of people he could have attacked at HNL. Especially since the main gate was opened there... No, he was lurking around Mirkwood for no particular reason and stayed in that part of town when it could have easily moved and attack other people in town. Also the animal description doesn't fit since when he tried to get into the Byers house after following Will, he used powers similar to El (that he never used after that...) and he also put in the effort of going into the Upside Down, appearing behind Will in the shed (knowing where he was despite losing sight of him and AGAIN, Will wasn't bleeding) and trapping him... And the way they entered the Upside Down doesn't fit with the way all the people entered the Upside Down in the series which is through a gate. Here it happened in just a second and Will and The Demogorgon totally dissapeared.

In season 2, during this season Will was going in and out of The Upside Down but no explanation was given why even after the fact that Will didn't vomit slugs anymore. He kept being haunted by a shadow being who was always there when he got teleported in the Upside Down. Despite the two, on the surface, having no real connection whatsoever... There is one moment where something like that happens in season 2 and it was at the Arcade where the boys were playing Dig Dug. Right after that Will has an episode and sees the same being that will build tunnels under Hawkins, that we find by using Will's drawing skills to make a map of the tunnels, which leads to one episode called "Dig Dug".

In season 3, after Will watched Day Of The Dead and sensing the Mind Flayer via his neck, the Mind Flayer literally infected people and created what looked like zombies or zombie-like creatures that would go around killing or transforming other people into the same thing. Hell, the host of this season had the same name as him William and was nicknamed Billy who has alot of parallels with Will. It is during that same season that Will runs a D&D game where one of the enemies were zombies that would bite Mike on the arm which apparently deals 7 points of damage. What happens 4 episodes after that ? El gets bit on the leg by the giant monster made of zombie-like people in episode 7 "The Bite".

So Will is always used, connected or at the center of something that foreshadows the main plot of the season...

Sometimes with things that don't make sense like the Demogorgon following Will despite him not bleeding and being in Mirkwood when he can eat people in the Lab where the main gate was, tricking him and kidnapping him alive despite killing it's other victims...

...or The Mind Flayer always being where Will was when he crossed into the Upside Down despite having no explanation why he was able to do such a thing. (Why couldn't he do it in season 3 if he still had a part of the Mind Flayer inside of him and the gate was being opened ?)

So what if this time, something like this happens in season 4 but with Will's painting, he paints something that will appear or happen during the season ? Or subverting it and putting it at the end, realising that Will painted exactly what happened or appeared during that season ? Even both, if we can have both.

I know there's many movies on the ST4 list centered around artists or paintings being part of the world of or connected to the story. And I have already some on my mind. But that's for another post.

[oblivious-nuisance]

—𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝

↳ includes: miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, hinata shoyō, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n: my emotional support plant died today and i'm crushed. so this is more self-indulgent and overdramatic than ever but, if anyone else's in this situation, please come join my pity party. let's cry together.

warnings: gn!reader, is this classified as angst?? fluff + hurt/comfort, bokuto cries at some point :((

— ATSUMU

the one who's trying to lift you up with his stupid jokes and comforting words

"baby? what's wrong?"

atsumu's eyebrows are furrowed as you step into the kitchen, eyes red and puffy from crying.

"my plant died." you sob pathetically, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes.

he bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt not to smile, but you saw the way his eyes crinkled and his nose scruntched.

"i swear to god, 'tsumu, if you're gonna start laughing at me–"

"'m not gonna, 'm not gonna i promise!" he started waving his hands in front of himself, getting up from where he was sitting at the table, walking towards you to envelop your smaller body in a tight hug, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"s'okay, honey, s'okay. they're in a better place now. look on the bright side, they won't have to go through the torture of bearing with our karaoke nights anymore!"

"are you trying to say that i don't know how to sing, atsumu?" you lift your head up to look into his eyes, sniffling in the process.

"hey, stop givin' me that look, i said our karaoke nights, okay?"

"doesn't make me feel better, y'know." you speak as you start pouting, eyes drifting away from his face to stare out the window behind him, heart still heavy in your chest.

"love? c'mon, look at me."

he grabbed your face gently so that you would look into his big eyes, and stared back at you with such intensity that it sent chills down your spine.

"i'm sad that yer little friend died, but there's nothin' you can do about it now. instead, try to ask yourself why did this happen, and what you should change so it doesn't happen again next time. plus, you've got me to take care of, don't ya? am i not a handful already?" he smiled down at you, sending a wink your way.

"you're truly impossible." you groan, resting your head in defeat back in its previous spot, smiling slightly to yourself as the habitual banter with your lover brought you back from that miserable state you've been in prior to the conversation.

— BOKUTO

the one who starts crying along with you, helping you let it all out

"sweetie, how about helping me out with– oh my god are you okay? baby? what's wrong, why are you crying?" bokuto said as he stumbled into the living room, rushing to kneel before you as you were sitting on the couch, grabbing you cheeks with his big, warm hands.

"my–" you hiccup midway, freaking your boyfriend out even more. "my plant died today." you finally say, fresh tears running down your cheeks and onto the pads of his fingers.

"oh no, no, for real? but they were so small and green and pretty!" he pouted, golden eyes becoming glassy by the second.

"i know, right? it's my fault, i should've watered it more..." your voice became small, eyes looking up at the man before you, realising that he was seconds away from shedding a few tears himself.

"baby, please don't say that, please, you're gonna make me cry..."

too late, you thought as you bit your lip, watching kōtarō as he started sniffling.

"oh baby, wait, wait, hey..." you pull him into your arms, having his head rest on your chest as you started to soothe him, running your fingers through his soft hair.

as you kept whispering encouraging words in his ear, you realised that your mood from before dissapeared, being replaced with love and softness for your empathetic boyfriend.

you smiled weakly and kissed his head, while his breathing started to ease against your warm body.

— HINATA

the one who's shushing you, kissing your forehead before cuddling with you for the rest of the night

shoyō entered your shared apartment and stopped in his tracks, his ears picking up sobs and whimpers coming from the bedroom.

"babe? something wrong?"

no answer, but the crying didn't stop, so he marched towards the bedroom, grocery bag long forgotten in the hallway.

"hi, what's going on pumpkin?" he asked as he entered the room, only to find you sitting on the edge of your bed, hands covering your face as you cried.

you turned your head towards hinata, puffy features greeting him as he rushed to your side, a strong hand already snaking around you to hold you by the waist.

"m–my plant died today." you finally sob, head turned to burry in the crook of hinata's shoulder.

"oh no, poor baby." he sighed, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "cry, it's okay. let it all out. i've got you, my baby, i'm here."

you sobbed silently in the comfort of his arms as hinata didn't let go of you, holding you in place until you calmed down a little.

you finally lifted your head up, eyes locking with his softened gaze, the one that always warmed your cheeks up and made you swoon.

"wanna lie down, babe? it's pretty late anyway, so how about we cuddle and listen to some music, hm?"

"sounds good to me, but i'm choosing the record this time." you say as you get up and head towards the old record player that was resting against the beige wall, the small wooden table underneath housing all of the records that you owned on the shelf between its legs.

"not if we both agree on elvis."

you turn around to him and smile, the first genuine smile of the day.

"you've got yourself a deal."

— SAKUSA

the one who's littering your face with kisses, buying you a new plant first thing in the morning

kiyoomi didn't know how to react at the sight before him.

he just wanted to wash his hands after he came home, but found you sitting on the bathroom floor instead.

"love? what's wrong, talk to me." he asked as he gently kneeled next to you, his large frame feeling somehow out of place in the small, dimly lit bathroom.

"my plant died this morning..." you murmur quietly as more tears escaped from your eyes, rolling down the apples of your cheeks and landing into your lap.

omi exhaled and moved to sit right next to you, personal space be damned as he took your face in his hands, calloused thumbs rubbing your cheeks reassuringly.

you leaned into his touch, cheeks squishing against his palms as he started kissing every available spot on your face, leaving the skin flushed in its wake.

as he tilted his head back to look at you, your features were tingling and burning, the sensation both familiar as ever and thrilling as if it had no precedent.

sakusa started speaking tenderly.

"your empathy is otherworldly, angel." he strengthened his point with a wet kiss delivered to your forehead. "here, how about we go plant shopping tomorrow? i'm pretty sure you've been meaning to add a ficus in the bedroom for a while. and, just to be sure that we get something that lasts, let's also look for a cactus while we're at it."

"what's with you obsessing over cacti, hm?"

"hmm, lemme think. maybe it's because i relate to them in a spiritual way, almost?"

"could be, yeah. which means that i'll be taking care of it, since i'm used to seemingly grumpy fellas with an attitude and a big heart."

kiyoomi beamed at you, content with how your morale was slowly coming back to you.

"certainly, babe."

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[roseytoesy]

More obey me biology stuff I guess

A/N:sorry not sorry but this time I’m diving into the brothers and maybe dateables biology and stuff. What is specific to them compared to other demons/ angels/ human. Anyway hope you enjoy!

Lucifers demon form wings are strong, strong enough to stop bullets and protect those he loves.

if he got mad enough he can slash with his wings and cut through plated armor with ease.

if he is ever enamored with someone Mc his wings sometimes fluff out and a special blue shine can be seen on them.

his wings will also shift and flip in their spots and fan out to look similar to a peacocks large fanning feathers on their tails. But instead it’s all black and shimmering with blue ripples as he moves.

Lucifer has tougher skin than anyone other than diavolo. Blades cannot slash throguh his skin unless it’s enchanted. (I’m going off of how thick skinned pride filled people are).

up next is mammon! He actually has 3 hearts! And two lungs!

he has a high metabolism.

he is also very athletic and obviously good looking

his leather wings are like a bats with a leather look but a small bit of fur in it so it’s actually soft to the touch.

his horns have been used as a bottle/cork opener before…

also his wings can grow to double their size to protect himself and those he cares for.

his wings are tough and can withstand a bullet shot but only a few before it starts to tear.

this one is random but whatever, mammon can gleek on command. (Gleeking is shooting out saliva in a small spray from under your tongue. Usually it happens on accident when talking)

he also caws like a crow when he wants attention, or Coos like a crow when happy,

he also has an uncanny ability to mimic sounds and voices.

mammon also has a fast healing rate. he can recover from a severe wound in a day of rest.

mammon’s fastest record of movement is 120 miles per hour in 10 seconds.

the only other demon who can match that speed is Lucifer

Next is Levi!

he has two lungs as well but his second pair is more set up for his gills. It takes oxygen Out of the water he breaths in.

he can Move up to 90 miles per hour in the water.

he can understand any water dwelling creature he focuses on.

his tail sheds once every other month and his horns actually have small coral creatures on them. these little polyps bloom when he is happy and in the water. like this!

these little polyps dissapear once out of the water and you couldnt ever really tell they were there unless you felt the little numbs and ridges on Levi’s horns.

Levi can spit venomous little spikes/dead fangs from a special cheek pouch like a cone snail.

his sense‘s under the water are super strong, he can smell like a shark, see perfectly even in murky water, hear super well and talk in a way anyone can hear and understand.

he can also easily withstand the crushing depths of the Mariana Trench if he wanted to.

when in super dark water his horns will glow a gentle orange and the scales on his outfit and a few small spurs tic spots on his tail will glow as well. If he focuses he can change the glows color. (And yes he has used this for cosplay stuff)

Next is Satan!

satans demon form is burning hot, his skin is a concerning 150 degrees

his claws are wickedly long and sharp but retractable like a cats. His claws are a neon green too.

satans tail is very expressive and similar to a cats as well, it will sway when curious or interested, it will twitch violently when annoyed or angry, and it will go down when scared or sad.

he usually keeps it wrapped around his leg to avoid knocking things over, and showing off when he is really happy because it will wag like a dogs.

satan has special extra muscles to his thin frame. This makes him much much stronger than he looks.

any green marks on his demon form glow in the dark, including his eyes.

he can also smell emotions in this form, and fear is the one that he chases after the most.

if he get even more angry and somehow can’t release his angry energy, he will burst into green flames and set alight to the area around him.

His ears are slightly pointed and he HATES them.

honestly I can’t really think of much else for Satan biology wise…

next is Asmo.

similar to Levi he can spit literal venom, this venom is more of an asphrodic and a numbing agent then deadly or paralyzing.

Asmo can’t fly with his little wings but if he focused he can triple the size of his wings and take off, he only keeps his wings small to add to his cuteness and charm.

Asmo’s skin is very special, it can change!

his skin has little color changing cells like an octopus! So he can change the color of his skin to anything he wants and even change the texture too!

this is why he takes such good care of it, his skin is very sensitive and fragile With its special ability to change and morph to any desire of his or someone else’s.

his voice can change dramatically as well, he has 3 vocal cords! so his voice can change to any octive and can be high enough pitched to shatter bulletproof glass.

Asmo can change the color of his eyes at will, the special color changing cells are in his eyes as well, and with a little magic they will stay that color for as long as he wants!

his demon form does have a tail with a stinger but he only uses that to paralyze people or demons or if he was really mad might kill them with 3 stings.

one sting causes paralysation, 2 causes muscle spasms and seasides and pleasure, 3 kills the person/demon thier heart gives out and their last thoughts are full of guilt and horror over the pleasure they just had as their life fades forever.

Beel is up next and I’m excited to write for him! If you can’t already tell he’s my favorite

beels wings are tough even though they look fragile. they have a multi layer of clear membrane in them that make them as tough as a SWAT shield.

beels demon form does have an exoskeleton! It’s just hidden under his cloths, the exoskeleton is on his chest, back, and abdomen. The exoskeleton is tougher than a bullet proof vest and nearly unbreakable, but every other month or so he sheds his exoskeleton and somewhat hides away as he is alot weaker as he is going through this state.

his muscles are weaker and he is twice as hungry to grow back the toughened skin. He also is very sensitive to touch and can easily get hurt like a human child for the first hour after molting.

luckly it only takes a day to grow back the exoskeleton.

there’s very little left of his molt since he usually eats it once he sheds it off

while beel is going through his molting belphegore actually gets energy and protects his twin with such anger that he rivals satan at times. beel usually locks himself up in his room and only lets in Belphegor and maybe the Mc if they are careful and listen closely to what beel tells them.

Beel has 2 stomachs and 2 intestine! his metabolism is insane! he injests millions of calories per day and gains little weight that he burns off anyway because he works out.

the only time he gains weight is the fried world of super fast food in America because my gosh is that fattening and bad for you…

anyway, beel also has acidic spit like a fly and the ph level of the spit is 2, (super corrosive by the way)

last of the brothers Is belphegore!

this murder cow is an interesting one.

weirdly enough his sweat has melatonin in it

this man naturally creates and secretes melatonin in every way, spit, tears, even his blood is full of the stuff.

there’s a small organ near his head that creates such large amounts of the sleepy ness chemical.

belphegore Does have two brains and both have different personalities. One is more active during sleep, that is the second One.

this brains personality is more harsh and uncaring, and where that hatred for humans boiled for so long.

this second brain also has some amazing capabilities when it comes to dreams. It can manipulate them, enter others nearby, and connect up to 15 other people into a singular dream.

Belphegore’s tail spines have a slight poison to them that causes comas.

He is a common sleep paralysis demon and enjoys freaking out people by just standing there.

He is notoriously lazy and can figure out the best way to be lazy with both of his brains.

He will make an entire pulley system just to feed a pet for someone when an alarm goes off so he never even has to go over of check on it.

He’s smart but he does now use it to its best ability unless it comes to marking Lucifer suffer.

Due to a few thousand years of pranks, and his coffee infused blood, Lucifer is immune to belphegore’s sleepy aura, melatonin spit, and coma spikes.

Belphegore can sleep through anything,

the few things that always wake him up is pressure on the small of his back, activating his second brain and causing him to wake with a start, the next is the smell of blood, be careful with that one, he will either wake with bloodlust or extreme worry and anger. The last sure way to wake him is by tickling his under arms, that’s the best way beel does it at least :)

[7soulstars]

hello! can i request something funny with thranduil? ony if you're comfortable with writing itof course.

he took y/n in *like Elnord did with Aragorn* but she is a huge troublemaker,always pulling pranks on elves or sneaking to the woods and putting herself in danger, giving him many heart attacks in the process, yet he can't stop loving her.

*screams* I love this !! Of course I’ll write something based on this ! Let’s go !!

Erevan Ilesere’s Petal 

Pairing: Thranduil x Immortal! Reader

Warnings: Cavity Inducing fluff, Angst if you squint, Decent writing ??

Summary: No matter how much of annoyance Y/N is,Thranduil cannot stop adoring his lady. 

..............

Erevan Ilesere ; The elven god of mischief and tricks

Nobody knew who Y/N was, what she is, where she is from or why was she found in the center of the clearing at the heart of the forest Mirkwood. Neither did she. She knew nothing of herself except her name. But that didn't intrigue Thranduil, the blue petal mark etched on her skin did.

The battle of the five armies had been a turning point in Thranduil’s life, he was at calm with himself, but at the same time he felt lonely. He let his son go on an adventure that he’d not know when he would return from, he was at peace with his wife’s death.He had to let her go.Though she would always have a special place in his heart. He had to focus more on his people, flourish his kingdom and move on. But he felt empty.

He felt alone.

So went he found Y/N heavily injured at the clearing, he didn’t hesitate to take her in.

Y/N was different. Not in normal mannerisms she was not. It was unexplainable. She was different.

After she was taken in by Thranduil and healed, she said she knew nothing of her kin or where was born. All she remembered that she had been living the life of a ranger for as long as she recalls.

She had always been alone.

But that never stopped her from being vocal. She was bold, so bold that she would barge into the court meetings to give the most random suggestions, make jokes or even put flowers in Thranduil’s crown during it. And he would always let her, sometimes even smiling.

The elves didn’t expect it. Valar! No one on Middle Earth would have. 

Y/N became the most adored individual in the entirity of Mirkwood. She made the place happier, the forest was healing and things got better.....

But everyone has things others do not enjoy about themselves. Y/N did too. She was chaos in a bottle. 

Once she had covered onions with caramel and gave it to the palace guards claiming they were caramel apples. The other time she had paired along with with Mëludir, Lindir’s brother who was at Mirkwood and had filled the sweet Lembas bread with mayonnaise instead of cream which had everyone at the dinner table spit it out except Elrond who as wierd as it seemed, took a liking to it. She had put a rat inside Tauriel’s hair, having her scream across the hall. And Rumil and her had filled Haldir’s shoe with mud which had forced the two to hide for the entire day later with Y/N hiding behind Thranduil and his robes flinching everytime Haldir was yelling at her.

“Lady Y/N this is not a joke I had those shoes cleaned yesterday and now you have ruined them! And Rumil you are no less! Is this how you treat me? Your Gwanur(brother)?? Lady Y/N that is not it-”

“Haldir enough leave her be”,Thranduil ordered as he hid you behind him even more as you clenched his robes.

“But-”

“I had helped her put the rat in Tauriel’s hair....are you going to discipline me too?”

“Apologies nin aran (my king), I am just simply worried she will get herself in trouble.....”

“Hmmm you are dismissed.”

With that Haldir had left pulling Rumil along with him. Thranduil looked down to see Y/N poking her head out from behind him and giving him the biggest and most sweetest smile possible. The elven king let out a chuckle as he shook his head. Freezing when she gave him a hug before she ran out mouthing a thank you. 

Thranduil would always side Y/N, even if he wouldn’t admit that she would scare the life out of him everytime she would do something dangerous, the others would warn him about the dangers she puts herself into but he would refuse to believe them. It wasn’t that he believed she wouldn’t do something like that but it was because he believed Mirkwood would be impossible for her to get out of without help.

But oh how wrong he was.

Ever since Y/N came to Mirkwood a few decades ago Thranduil’s daily schedule had always been the same. Wake up, do formal chores (like bathing, having breakfast with Y/N etc.) ,attend court and hear his people out, roam around palace halls or in the kingdom, spend his free time with Y/N and then spend his time researching something in the library before sleeping. This night was no different except there was an erractic knocking on the library doors. Y/N’s lady in waiting pushing through with a very alarmed look on her face. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at her, ready to yell at her to disturb him at this time of the night. But the look on her face made him wait for an answer.

“Your Majesty, Lady Y/N she- she-”

“I would appreciate if you complete your sentence”

“She dissapeared !”

Thranduil’s eyes widened. An unfamiliar look passing across his face as he unseathed his sword and speed walked out of the library.

“HALDIR !”

“Lord Haldir and the patrolling team is looking for her in the city right now my lord ! She is nowhere to be found !”, the elleth contiued following him. 

“SEARCH EVERY CORNER OF THE KINGDOM !” ,he yelled at her before mounting his elk and riding into the forest.

He searched for her, by the clearing, the spiders nestings, the old bridge, the narrow pathway that lead to the darker parts of the forest. But she was nowhere. 

“Y/N !?”,he yelled for the 14th time, his voice hoarse is eyes seaching frantically. Orcs and Wargs always preyed at night it wasn’t safe.

Splash

He heard the movement of water not much far from where he was he panicked, his elk moving swiftly but gracefully enough to not startle whatever was making the noises but this action was quite ruined by Thranduil yelling out the missing lady's name startling everyone before his eyes. Both him and his elk froze. There Y/N sat, by the backwaters looking at them with eyes widened as big as saucers, along with who seemed like mermaids that swam away as soon as they saw the elven king splashing Y/N with water wetting her completely.

“Thranduil? W-What are you doing here?”,she stuttered.

Thranduil moved closer to her watching as she visibly tried hiding something behind her back. He noticed how she was barefoot and scratches and cuts littered across her feet making his jaw clench.

“What are YOU doing here?”, the blonde elf hissed clearly angry but Y/N couldn’t point out why. Before she could even reply he yanked her hand from behind her back before stilling completely. His eyes unmoving from the contents in her hands. Forget me not flowers..... They had stopped growing in Mirkwood years ago. Drooping and dying more every moment the royal family distanced itself from each other, In grief, pain and misery.

“Where did you-”, ah the cuts on her feet, the dirt on her hands.....she brought them from out of the forest...

“I had seen them on our trip back from Rivendell months ago.....They were dying....I asked the mermaids to help me save them with spells, but you came interrupting them....”,she said in a soft voice, on the verge of tears breaking Thranduil out of his trance as he panicked,cupping her face with his larger hands. “I am sorry Lady Y/N I was simply worried about you, why did you not tell me? I could have helped you...”,he asked looking directly into her eyes as she poorly attempted to not shed any tears. “I didn’t want to bother you. I already bother everyone else. I don’t want to loose all of you..”, she said, tears unevitably falling and rolling down her cheeks. Oh... She thought she was alone...she had never asked for help from anyone....she felt insecure no matter how much everyone loved her....he knew someone who was like her few decades ago.

Him.

“You could never !”,he intended to say softly but it came out as a yell, making the woman flinch. He was mad, at himself for not noticing,for dismissing hints. “You would never......we care for you too much. Valar ! I care about you too much ! Everytime you do something dangerous my heart leaps....but I cannot resist your eyes, your words, you tempting smile.....Look at me....I do not wish to loose you like lost the rest of my people I cared about......”, Thranduil finished, his face only a finger distance away from the girl. “What are you doing to me Y/N ?”, he whispered, the other still trying to process everything. “Can I kiss you”, she whispered back. “Please...”,Thranduil said,his voice almost coming out as if he was begging.

And she did as the king asked, lips moving softly yet with love, for the first time in his entire life, the blond elf had let himself be completely vulnerable. His posture,his personality melting, almost as if a light glow covered around them. Even his dragon fire scar revealing itself for the first time to Y/N as they broke the kiss. Thranduil didn’t flinch when touched it, when she left a lingering kiss on it, smiling that wide smile he adored so much at it. The stayed that way before she leaned into his chest for a while,his arms around her. “No matter how much chaos you create I will never hate you...”, he said as he took in her scent.

Splash!

The voice echoed startling the two as the separated from each other, their faces red, only to see the group of mermaids hiding behind the rocks, their eyes on Y/N’s hands

The flowers were back alive and blooming....

That was the moment Thranduil knew that he had faced dragon fire once, but for his Lady he would face it again and again. He couldn’t help adoring her.

Back at the palace library the book was well forgotten, the pages flipping till it rested on a particular page littered with blue petals

Erevan Ilesere‘s Petal,his descendant on Middle Earth. 

But that is a story I, Gandalf will tell you another time.

--The End--

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