#dying fetus mention!!!!!!

[puppysdog]

this crasy ass depop listing

[puppysdog]

my coworker whos also into metal/harder bands and I have music tastes that like. just miss each other but every once in a while we'll mention a band we're both super into and geek tf out

[garlic-the-gnome]

ive got pregnancy symptoms even though I'm on the pill. I'm probably not pregnant and I better not be.

[ariisheresstuff]

The Hormones

Pairings: Carmy x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You decided to go with Carmy to work, Carmy hesitated with bringing you along with you. You been dealing with pregnancy hormones recently. With the hormones hitting you, Richie had enough and lashes out on you making you upset.

Genre: Angst to comfort

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, mentions of being pregnant, Richie being mean, Yelling.

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A/N: My requests are open! 💜

“Alright baby, I’m off to work.” Carmen announces as walks over to you in the kitchen. He places a hand on your bump rubbing it gently before kissing your forehead.

“Actually, Carmy?” You said making him go back to face you.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked as he softly cupped your face worriedly. You smiled at him being so protective of you.

“Can I come with you today? I’m tired of being home by myself.” You said with pleading eyes.

Carmen sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you getting tired of being bored at the place. Plus, you should be resting.” Carmen loves when you come along with him to work, but with your hormones being more stronger and you being more sensitive, he hesitated. You literally started to cry over tying your shoe because your stomach was in the way.

You pouted, “Please Carmy? I promise I won’t cause trouble I just wanna be with you, I get sad when I’m alone here.” Your eyes were already watering making Carmen panic.

“Okay, okay baby, don’t get upset. I hate when you get upset, it hurts me. Of course you can come, but if things to start to overwhelm you, you tell me okay?” You nodded making him smile and peck your lips. He grabbed your hand as the two you of walked out of the apartment.

“Look who finally showed up!” Richie announced as Carmen walked in with you, Carmen rolled his eyes.

“Shut the fuck Richie, get to work.” Carmen shook his head as he led you through the kitchen.

“What brings you here sweets?” Richie asked you as he gave you a hug, you smiled.

“Didn’t feel like staying home, I need to get out and enjoy life before the little one comes.” Richie nodded as he continued to work.

Tina smiled as she walked up to you giving you a hug and a kiss before rubbing your bump. “How are you doing mama? Baby doing good?”

You smiled at Tina’s comfort, “Healthy baby, but it’s killing me.” You whined making Tina frown.

“Aye, poor thing. You need anything?”

“Not right now, I’m okay thank you.” Carmen yelled something at the others, as you walked towards his office.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” You quickly turned to see Sydney waving, you quickly smiled at you and gave her a hug.

“Hey Syd! How you doing?”

“Good, good, and you?”

“Ugh, it’s hard dealing with a fetus in your stomach.” You joked as you rubbed your bump.

“Well hey, almost time y’know?”

You nodded with a smile, “I can’t wait.” You quickly said goodbye as Carmen led you to sit in his office chair.

“You hungry or anything?” He asked you as he ran a hand over your back, you shook your head.

“Not at the moment.” You shrugged

“Alright, let me know if anything.” He quickly gave you a kiss to your lips making you sigh.

“Love you.” You said with a smile making him smile back.

“Love you more.”

It’s been over two hours already and you starting to get cranky. You were whining as you had your head down. Your back was killing you and you felt a headache coming on from the heat from the kitchen. You whined as you slowly got up before wincing as your back started to hurt. You rubbed your bump as you opened the office door entering the kitchen.

“Guys, I fucking told you a million times! Get your shit together, I’m not fucking playing!” Carmen yelled as everyone yelled “Yes Chef!” In unison. Carmen sighed before he spotted you with a frown on your face.

“Hey baby, you okay? What’s wrong?” He cupped your face as he examined your features.

“I’m getting hungry carm, it’s hot I’m dying! And my back is hurting!” You said a little too loud, Carmen cursed in his mind knowing you were getting cranky.

“I’m sorry babe, you wanna sit by the booths? You might cool off better there. And you want something to eat?” He led you to the entrance of the diner, before you stopped him.

“No Carmen, nothing is helping me. I’m tired and hungry and it’s making me upset!” You could feel tears forming making Carmen cringe.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax, I know baby. I’m sorry that you’re going through this. Just take a deep breath and I’ll make you something to eat, what do you feel like having, hm?” He said softly not wanting to make you more upset, he quickly rubbed your back making you whimper as small tears fell down your face.

“I-I I don’t know what I want to eat! Basically anything I eat makes me puke! I can’t take it anymore!” You were starting to get more loud making everyone in the kitchen look at you and Richie finally blew it.

“Jesus Christ! Why did you even come if you’re gonna act like a bitch?” Richie yelled from the other side, everyone turned to look at Richie who had a frown on his face.

“Richie!” Carmen yelled back at his cousin making Richie shake his head.

“Nah! Because why the fuck is she here if she’s gonna be bitchy about everything? Make that make sense to me!”

“Richie, you better shut the fuck up! She’s pregnant, I don’t care if she’s here or not! Don’t make me fucking hurt you cousin!”

“Let me see you try, jagoff.” Richie said with a sarcastic chuckle. Carmen’s eyes twitched.

“Don’t even start with me Richie! You’re the fucking jagoff, don’t start with that bullshit I-

Carmen stopped his yelling when he heard a sniffle and a whimper. Everyone turned to look at you, tears fell down your face as you hiccuped.

“I-I’m sorry.” You said through broken sobs, everyone just froze as they watched you cry.

“Baby.” Carmen said softly as he quickly walked over to you. “Hey, look at me.” You pushed his hands away as you shook your head. You then turned around and walked over to the back door, you opened the door as you went outside to the cool breeze.

Everyone just stood there in silence, then looked at Richie.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Richie! How dare you do such a thing to that poor girl! She’s pregnant for god sake!” Tina yelled at Richie as she slapped his arm with a frown.

“Not cool Richie, seriously.” Marcus said with a shook of his head as he followed Tina outside.

“Do better Richie, honestly.” Sydney said as she followed the rest outside to console you.

Richie just stood there frozen with his mouth slightly opened.

“What the fuck is your problem!?!” Carmen roared as he shoved Richie into a wall nearby, making Richie stumble.

“Chill Carmen!”

“No, you chill! How are you gonna say that to her huh?!?! Don’t you have a kid?!?! Didn’t you deal with this too?!? How dare you come at Y/N like that! She didn’t deserve that shit! She’s seven fucking months pregnant! Of course she’s gonna feel like shit!” All Carmen saw was red as his shoulders rose up and down from his yelling rant. His heart was pounding as his hand shook under Richie’s shirt he had a grip on.

“Chill the fuck out Carmen! I’m sorry, that just came over me! I mean it! I didn’t mean for that happen, I just let my inner thoughts get to me! I know she didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry alright?” Richie said in a calming voice to get Carmen to calm down.

Carmen gave him a glare as he let go his shirt, “You better fucking apologize to her, not me. Understand?” Richie nodded with hands in surrender, Carmen huffed as he first walked outside, Richie behind him.

You had your head buried in your hands as Tina comforted you, your head rested on her shoulder as she rubbed your back in comfort , your shoulders shook with each sob.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for-for that to-to happen.” You whimpered, making Tina shake her head.

“Nonsense mija, you are carrying a child. You have every right to feel this way. Richie is being an asshole, don’t let him get to you mama.”

You removed your hand away from your face before looking up to see Carmen and Richie. Tina moved away but not before giving your head a peck as she told everyone to go back inside, leaving you, Carmen, and Richie alone.

You looked down at your feet, not making eye contact with either of the men. Carmen didn’t say anything as he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you.

You couldn’t help but feel more tears fall down as you softly cried into his chest. Carmen softly shushed you as he rubbed your back knowing it was hurting you. He whispered sweet nothing in your ear as he kissed your head and forehead repeatedly.

“I-I I’m sorry, I didn’t m-mean for this to happen.” You said through hiccups, Carmen shook his head.

“Hey, no, stop that. This wasn’t your fault baby. You’re pregnant, you have every right to be mad, upset, and sad. This is a hard time for you. But you should’ve stayed home baby. It’s always chaotic here, and I don’t want that to overwhelm you. I want you to be okay and feel comfortable. I know it’s hard for you, but I’m here always for you okay?”

He cupped your face making you look up at him, your lip trembled as tears fell down your cheeks. He quickly wiped them away, before kissing your lips a few times. He gave you a hug making you wrap your arms around his waist, enjoying his touch.

“I love you, y’know that?” He said softly in your ear making you nod in his chest. He swayed you back and forth before facing Richie, who had a frown on his face.

“I think Richie has something to say to you too.” Carmen said softly making you open your eyes to see Richie with a sad frown. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you Y/N, I really am. I admit I was being a jagoff and all that shit I said was wrong and that you don’t deserve that. But, I hope you can forgive me because you’re my family and I don’t want to hurt you like that again.”

You actually felt another set of tears coming at Richie’s apology, you loved Richie as family. You hated what he said to you, but how can you not forgive him.

“Oh Richie, of course I forgive you. I’m sorry that I triggered you to go off on me. I’m sorry, you’re a sweet man and I know you didn’t mean it.” You hiccuped as you walked over to Richie before wrapping your arms around his waist bringing him into a hug. Richie’s eyes went wide, not expecting you to forgive him so easily. He tensed up as you hugged him, but quickly relaxed and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry kid, really. I was an asshole for that.” He said softly as he rubbed your back in comfort making you look up at him with a smile. You stood on your tippy toes before pecking his cheek with a smile making him smile back at you. You turned to face Carmen who walked over to you and Richie.

“Don’t pull that shit again cousin or I swear I will beat your ass.” Richie rolled his eyes at him.

“Yeah, yeah cousin, I got it. Jesus.” He shook his head making you chuckle a bit at the two men.

“You still hungry baby?” Carmen asked you as the three of you walked back into the kitchen. You nodded your head at that.

“I’m having those cravings again actually.” You said as you held onto Carmen’s hand. He led you to the booths in the front, Carmy smiled.

“What’s the craving today?” Carmen said as the two of you sat down at a booth.

“Pickles and ice cream.” You said with a smile making Carmen give you a disgusting look. You smacked his arm before laughing.

“How the fuck do you enjoy that?” He said as he got up, you laughed.

“It’s not me, it’s the baby!” You put your hands up in surrender.

“Sure it is baby.” He said with a smile before leaning down to kiss you before entering the kitchen.

“Marcus! Get me a cup of the ice cream you made and Tina! Get me some pickles! Y/N is having her weird ass cravings again!”

“Carmen! Don’t announce it to everyone!

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[weebsinstash]

hey, can I have more husband and wife family dynamics with thragg? maybe more about her pregnancy or the kids' childhood/baby time?

Sure can! It's been pretty fun writing about potential scenarios where this monstrous piece of shit can actually feel love. First and foremost I was watching a video on YouTube going over this scene again and uh Comic Readers KNOW How Fucked This Man Is. um, out of context vague spoilers but, I'm assuming people asking about Thragg have read the comics or are curious about the comics but like yall Need To Know how he treats the kids of his enemies

I feel like I need to share/remind people of this scene because like, this man can be kind of hard to pin down. He's from this loveless society that sees kindness as weakness and he's like King Dickhead but there are still times when he can be quite courteous, even apologetic, sarcastic, whatever. I think at the end of the day he's just a very selfish, explosive, emotionally impulsive man but revisiting this scene was a little surprising for me since I forgot he was even like, capable of "small kindnesses" like saying sorry or whatever. Like. Is him wiping her tears while smearing blood all over her face a well intentioned accident or is he like waging psychological warfare on this like, i think she's literally 5 years old. What is the purpose of him apologizing to a child for splashing blood of her family member on her when he intends to kill her or leave her for dead in front of her dying parents anyways. I'm still trying to get a feel on this man

THAT BEING SAID, moving on, we're talking about a yandere Thragg today and thankfully that comes with perks

- it's pretty obvious but like, you are his favorite mate and your children are his favorite children. I like to think of concepts with Reader being Ursaal and Onaan's mother or even the previously mentioned triplet idea with Mark being their sibling (otherwise I'd have to invent new characters and that doesn't, resonate the same, and I also really like Ursaal actually and I feel like there's some real story potential in Ursaal discovering more of her humanity through her mother's kindness and wanting to protect her mother from her father)

-can you imagine like. I still think about the idea where you're actually Nolan's mate but one day you mouth off to Thragg and he "puts you in your place" in front of Nolan as a punishment to you both and like a month later you find out you're pregnant and, I imagine abortions are only done on Viltrum if the fetus is too weak or defective, so you're forced to carry it and you and Nolan are lying that it's his and then one day Thragg just, passes by, sees your swelling tummy, takes one sniff of you, "it's mine" and demands a paternity test. And you'd think, "oh surely he'd just take the baby" which is what you'd prefer but, no it becomes a pretext for him to steal you from Nolan altogether

-you're fed incredibly nutrient dense, protein packed, ultimate pregnancy food because Thragg wants those babies as healthy as possible. Thragg has probably had other alien kids before but these are his first hybrid or nearly fully Viltrumite children and that makes them special. New dad Thragg holding up these little absolute mammoths of newborns with all their chunk and pudge and rolls and he's just so proud, "look at how robust these children are! Surely they have inherited my strength! Fine additions to the Viltrum Empire were born on this day" and you're like half awake in bed and he just, pets your hair

-ok just. Ok just picture it like. You're pregnant and upset and so stressed out because you didn't want to be Nolan's mate after he helped conquer Earth but at least you had known him and liked him initially. You're just constantly stressed out and angry and watching every single word you say around Thragg because you don't know him or what he's capable of, but I imagine a sort of scenario where he's taking you to the doctor and running tests and procedures and just, you know prenatal checkup stuff, but the doctors are all speaking to Thragg instead of you, you aren't even being told your own test results, and the two of you finally arrive back home and you just break down crying and kind of tear into him, "I'm sure YOU have had lots of kids before but I'VE never had a baby before and I don't know what to expect or what's going to happen or- or -" and you're just bawling because, it's not a lie you're scared. You're having a baby and you're gonna be a new mom and it's entirely against your will, out of your control, and that's incredibly stressful. And this becomes a moment where Thragg actually shows some humanity by sitting you down and discussing the doctors visit with you, and that's one of the first times the two of you actually have a civil, extended conversation

Thragg thinking he's so fucking big and tough and then he sees you this little fragile fleshy untrained civillian with the big teary boo hoo eyes with your shaking hands on your little belly as you cry about being scared about giving birth to his baby and he's just, "shit I DO have feelings" and immediately feels the overwhelming need to comfort you. He'll comfort you under the guise of "stress isn't good for the children" which is true but, it's him blanketing his own concern and masking it under an excuse

-I kind of feel like that hypothetical event would be like, a footnote in your relationship. He starts treating you differently, attentive in new ways, more... emotional ways. He'll stop by while he's working on a break or something to check on with you and the assigned caretakers he has guarding you (because the very second you're confirmed pregnant you have 24/7 security) and he'll awkwardly grunt out questions about, have you eaten yet, are you experiencing any pain today, any discomfort, any new symptoms. He'll check in with your guards/nannies privately about if there's anything you're doing that he needs to know about, give tou a nice husbandly shoulder touch and then (reluctantly) getting back to work

-to be blunt part of me questions if he even has sex to create children or if he uses something akin to IVF and I only say this because of the absolute ASSEMBLY LINE he sets up on Thraxia. Trust me though he beats the kitty up with you CONSTANTLY

-I actually think after giving birth is like the ONE time you're allowed any birth control because apparently if you have too many pregnancies in too close time frames it actually sucks the calcium out of your bones and can give you osteoarthritis and Thragg wants you healthy, "for more future children obviously" which is such a lie because let's say you have your miracle birth of giving him twins or triplets or whatever but you hemmorage and become infertile or whatever. Mf is STILL keeping you around. When you think about it he technically doesn't even need you to help raise his children, he has people for that, but he forces you to be part of the process anyways

- tbh I kind of like the idea of Thragg developing some weird fucking like complex where he discovers he feels comforted cuddling you, like man gets hit by oxytocin like a fucking freight train, and it becomes him literally being unable to sleep without you in his arms. You could be in a yelling screaming argument with this man and he suddenly like, just completely shuts you down, "ENOUGH!! I require rest and I won't tolerate anymore of your childish whining!" And you could be spitting mad at him and he's just, picking you up just physically picks you up and drags you to bed anyways. Hooks his arms around your waist as the big spoon and buries his face in your hair even as you spit insults about how you hope he kills himself

Like I think I've mentioned this idea with other characters before but imagine Thragg waking up on the middle of the night IMMEDIATELY PISSED because the bed beside him is cold and he finds you on the couch, on the couch, maybe even without blankets and visibly uncomfortable, because yeah he WILL wake you up to drag you back to bed with him.

- Thragg being this warrior who literally watched people be disembowled and tortured and conquered races but suddenly you're in labor and he's in the delivery room (he refuses to wait outside) watching you literally scream in pain and he just, takes your hand and tells you to squeeze, and that it'll be alright, and he sees you so vulnerable and scared and emotional and you're looking to him for some kind of help but he can't, even with all his strengths and feats he can't help you right now, however this pregnancy goes is up to fate and the doctors and he feels like an actual visceral HUMBLING sense of helplessness that just makes him, even more obsessively protective over you

- deadass if it becomes a "he can only save one: you or the children" life-threatening pregnancy scenario, he chooses you. Says you can always try again but even if you wind up infertile and "useless" to him, he's too attached to you at this point, it doesn't matter if you "don't serve a function" or whatever bullshit Viltrumite mindset he may have had with previous mates before. You're different to him, and you're making HIM different as a person

- You're just half alive on the couch because Giving Birth is Hard and here's Thragg doing shit like personally bringing you water, feeling your forehead for any fever, monitoring your condition, aggressively interrogating your guards for extra info, sitting beside you with your babies in his arms. He lets you rest after giving birth and nearly bends over backwards

- I feel like at some point you're forced to accept a lot of real fucked up stuff and especially if you are a hybrid Vultrimite yourself and thus will be with Thragg for, basically forever, like some real "mate, do you have any cravings today. What do the children require" "ummm... at the ceremony last month, there was that... blue, little.... crab thing?" "A Florkian. They are incredibly rare" "oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know-" " -and since I observed that you were fond of the taste when you were consuming them, I went ahead and conquered their homeworld and farms have been established. I can have the slaves prepare a dish for you right away" "oh, thank you, ive been craving it ever since i ate it but i didnt want to bother by asking 🥰" "as your mate it is my duty to provide for you. Do not keep any of your desires from me"

- your children are getting trained as soldiers the second they develop powers and that's something you'll have to get used to. If your little babies get their powers at 5, they're still learning combat, getting knocked around, near beaten, "toughened up". Thragg will conceal the full extent of how they're treated from you because the way he sees it, you weren't raised on Viltrum and you're simply ignorant of their culture. He doesn't need you to accept how things are. Your kids will come home with black eyes and bruises and bloodied noses and he'll growl at you not to make them too soft as you weep over Ursaal missing a chunk of her hair because an opponent grabbed her by it and she had to break away and some was ripped out at her scalp, like. The psychological damage of asking your small child how their day with their father went, "it was excellent mother, I made my first kill!!" And then gleefully describing to you in detail how while their father was fighting an enemy soldier, the soldiers child attacked yours, and, your baby killed another kid. Like. That's the sort of thing you have to be raised with to block out of your heart. Going to hug your child who may not even be 10 years old and they have literal blood on their hands

-personal headcanon but also semi canon but I imagine Ursaal is the most competent of your twins and is Thragg's favorite. She just has a better tactical mind on her shoulders and isn't, uh. As horribly sadistically violent as Onaan. Like say your kids become platonic yandere or whatever, or, you have your own kids with thragg and the twins are separate but still attached to you. Onaan is the kid you find killing cats because he's jealous they get more attention than him while Ursaal is like, giving her father incredibly detailed reports and her own insight into what you've been up to, how you're feelings, things you say and do when Thragg isn't around

-so I know y'all see that image I posted with Thragg and his twins. I tried to censor, The Cape last time but I realized like, even with censoring the head it's still super obvious who that is, there's only one white furred creature in this entire show. I imagine after Thragg gets his Beast Drip that, once Throkk's daughter comes for revenge, she is also slaughtered, and her pelt becomes YOUR cape. Or maybe Thragg offhandedly mentions to you that BB Jr has vowed vengeance and you're casually flipping through a book, "is she as strong as her father, like if you had to rate it 1 to 10 with her father being 10 and 1 being a human. If the daughter is at about a 7 or below, Ursaal should be able to handle her, get herself a nice coat to match her father" and Thragg feels this warmth in his chest to hear you're actually observant of his/your children and their prowess, especially to hear you praise Ursaal in such a uh violent context, just casually suggesting his daughter could turn another sentient humanoid creature into a pelt to wear. This is another example of "living the viltrum life will eventually dehumanize you and rob you of certain empathies"

- I don't think you would actually have a title but could you imagine if Thragg decides you're like, officially his true mate, like the mate above all others, like you're the Empress in his little harem of concubines and ladies in waiting. I hc that your official title is something like Grand Duchess or perhaps if this is the twin/triplet scenario something more vaguely historical sounding like The High Mother or Regent Mother or, you get the point

-I still think "Reader turns out to be an incredibly late blooming hybrid" is a neat concept but I also don't know how they would miss that since during your pregnancy and all you're receiving medical care out the ass but like. Thragg personally training both you and the children as a family. Would be kind of humiliating honestly because it's kind of vaguely implied you should learn things before the kids do and if you struggle, here's Thragg, telling his kids in private they have to protect you and keep an eye on you and report any problems back to him

- thragg would definitely be training you in hand to hand but suddenly finds he can't bear hitting you in the face or hitting you at a certain strength. Like. Absolutely 100% you're gonna have a lot of scenarios where you're brawling or wrestling and he pins you and it swiftly transitions to you getting rawdogged from your high on adrenaline husband. Tbh that sex would probably be his favorite, where he has to defeat you in combat and then rewards himself. Can probably border from hatesex to consensual to noncon, not that he has a problem doing THAT to you either

- probably has portraits done of you and him. Idk do you think Viltrum has like enough art culture for portraits to be a thing? Most fascist tyrants have portraits. He would have several done: you and him, just you, you while pregnant, him and you while pregnant, you holding your babies, you and him holding your babies, and family shots as they grow up. Say you conquer a planet together as a family and one day you're revisiting and there's some sort of museum set up amd you find like a wall length portrait of, you and your children soaked in blood tearing carnage through the fire and flames and Thragg is beside you just nodding in approval, "they captured your image rather well"

- goooooddddd imagine you're just a normal human and you progressively start showing signs of aging. You start getting more wrinkles. Your body starts working in different ways, popping, cracking, aching. Onaan, Ursaal, and Thragg all notice and they're like FREAKING OUT HONESTLY. The children don't want to accept that their mother is actually going to be a speck on the timeline of their entire lifespans. Thragg doesn't want to accept that he has to let you go and you're never coming back. They all become obsessed with finding ways to keep you young, keep you alive, fuck it they'll clone you and transfer your consciousness into a new body if they have to! This is comic book world and these are obsessed aliens and they have OPTIONS

- something something "what if Reader isn't a viltrumite hybrid but is still like super-powered or a mutant or whatever and this isn't revealed until you like are fatally injured or even DIE die and suddenly you, pop back up". Cause I feel like this "close call" would drive any yandere literally insane because, what if there's no second chance, what just happened, can you still die, they can never never never never never allow you to get hurt ever ever ever again

Thragg just walks into the kitchen and you have the stove top red hot and you've just got your palm resting on it and you look to him kind of just shocked, all, "look... nothing happens... I just feel some of the warmth" and Thragg just puts his fist through your oven anyways, "you could've gotten hurt" and immediately picking you up and carrying you to some sort of perceived "safer place"

- this is like a specific scenario but like, can you imagine as a mom you like to brush and comb Ursaal's hair and you idly suggest she could always grow it out more and you could help braid it and things, but once it starts getting longer Thragg objects and says it could get grabbed during a fight and orders her to cut it but you step in and say she shouldnt have to, it's HER hair, and you two get into it, and one day Ursaal is brought home by her father and he's all but shaved her head after she had actually grown it out to a decent length. You and Thragg are at odds over how to treat rhe children and Ursaal begins to realize that many of the restrictions her father instills on her are because of a way of life she may not fully agree with, a life filled with violence and bloodshed with no room for love or kindness or creativity. She probably helps you from going over the edge too, honestly. If anything else through this life with Thragg, in your darkest places you may still find yourself thinking you have to keep going to try and help your children

- with others, Thragg is the kind of yandere where he's standing in the same room as you and you're both doing completely different things and he suddenly says, "so I noticed during the meeting that your eyes kept lingering on my mate" and without further warning he's beating up someone on the accusation they were lusting for his wife, no discussion, just fists , and he'll do shit like this a lot to the point people don't feel comfortable being around you and you're just further socially isolated

- I feel like Thragg would have some weird like fondness slash fetish for watching you breastfeed. Like, awww here's his cute little wife with his chubby little babies and you're giving them their nice milk, what a good mom, providing for the babies he put in your belly ❤️ part of me is convinced if you're a viltrumite or hybrid or whatever that you uh. Eventually wind up with a lot of babies. A LOT of babies. Do you think he would want a specific amount or its just vibes. Like you're over 300 years old and you've already got 50 kids with him but he sees you teaching one of your youngest sons how to throw a punch and suddenly he wants another

- all I'm saying is if he ever catches you self harming or attempting to hurt yourself he's gonna have a real extreme reaction. Like he finds you cutting yourself with a broken glass and you're immediately restrained and taken to a hospital, completely stripped, inspected for other wounds, and if there are any and especially a lengthy history of them, you're in such trouble. But I also think it would be extremely difficult to hide this from him since as time goes on you two are constantly having sex or he's inviting himself into your shower to bathe with you. You accidentally bang your arm on a counter or something and get a tiny bruise, this man will know about it and wants a detailed report on where it came from

- even when you guys aren't super familiar with each other and you've "just met" he's already protective and all that. Like you've just been brought into his home and you barely even know him still and he may even act mean and angry to you and then one day he sees you have a large bruise on your arm, "what is this?" ".... it's nothing, Grand Regent" "I asked you a question and you'll answer me: where did this come from" "... I spoke out of turn with one of your advisors and turned to leave without permission, Grand Regent" "And so they grabbed you?" "Yes Grand Regent" "who" "it was my fault, I-" "WHO" and the second you give a name or description he's wordlessly leaving the room and shows up again HOURS later with visible blood on him, "it has been handled. You are not to be harmed or punished without my permission or instruction"

- in some scenario where you leave the kids behind and try to run away, like... he isn't just gonna throw up his hands, "well I already got children out of her, she has served her purpose" and leave you the fuck alone. If anything this man would track you down just to tell you off for having the fucking nerve to disobey and defy him! I can picture an actively captured wife where you are constantly kept on some kind of restraint or have a bracelet or collar or even a LEAD THAT HE HOLDS and you're IMPRISONED rather than "I'm being monitored but otherwise I have my own agency". Thragg will make himself a throne that you can be chained to if he has to. He'll have restraints made that are decorative and complimentary of your features. Imagine he's making some sort of public appearance and while he's speaking he's got an arm around your waist and you're pulled up against him and meanwhile you've got. A bar gag and cannot speak

- really, truly, in a way, you become a symbol, but one of all different kinds. There are Viltrumites who see how their mighty Grand Regent treats his mate and they are viscerally disgusted (Kregg and Lucan comes to mind), like people who really start to question the society they are living in, questioning if it really must be so selfish and devoid of empathy, questioning if they really want to keep living this way and for their children and their children's children to live like this. Then there are others who see the way the Grand Regent controls his mate and see its as a sign of strength and permission to treat their own mates the same.

Mostly, though... the only thing that will take you away from Thragg is death. Until the day one of you dies, you're stuck with him, and there's basically no one around who's stronger than he is, period. You might as well cozy up and get friendly with your new husband, since you're going to be together for a long time and spend lots, and lots, and LOTS of time together ❤️

[peachdues]

COALESCENCE — RANDOM SNIPPETS

Levi x F!Reader • secret pregnancy AU

I feel bad I haven’t updated anything for Coalescence recently — so have some random snippets from Part I. I will return to Coalescence once Part III of my Demon Slayer fic, In the Netherwood, is complete.

CW: MDNI • mentions of injury • pregnancy • NSFW sneak peek at the end • Hange being Hange • Hange also finds out that Levi x Reader have been fucking and Reader is now pregnant • Levi eats pussy like a god

Death was far quieter than you’d imagined. It was dark, perhaps even peaceful. An endless oblivion amidst which you floated without form; weightless.

When you’d lost unconsciousness against the rubble that was once the Main Street of Trost, you’d accepted the very real — and likely — possibility that you would not wake up again.

In your youth, death had been nothing more than an abstract concept; something that happened only to the elderly or those who caught illnesses that could not be treated, or even to those who ventured beyond the Walls.

As a soldier within the Survey Corps, however, you’d learned that death was as certain as the sun even if you might not live long enough to see it rise.

And, having spent the last eight years of your life fighting on behalf of the Corps even as your comrades dropped like flies around you, you knew you’d long overstayed your welcome in this world overrun by titans.

So when everything had begun to fade to black as you laid broken on chunks of stone and brick, you thought death had finally come to collect on the debt you owed. You supposed you were grateful that your final moments were not spent struggling in the grip of a titan as it brought you to its open, salivating mouth.

Really, it wasn’t such a bad way to go, dying from injuries sustained in an explosion — even if the explosion had been caused by the stupidity of one of your own. You could make peace with it; you almost had.

Almost.

The one, nagging thought you’d had as the world around you melted into dark oblivion had been of him — of your dark-haired, brooding boyfriend, who was likely miles away from Trost and utterly unaware of the disaster that had befallen the district; that had befallen you.

Levi, you’d known, was going to be pissed when he found out you’d gotten yourself killed, after he’d told you, so many times, to avoid doing exactly that.

As much as you’d hoped he could find it within himself to forgive you, you knew he wouldn’t, and truthfully, you didn’t think you could forgive yourself. You knew how every face of your fallen comrades haunted the Captain’s waking hours — how their screams plagued his precious few hours of sleep.

And now, it seemed, you would only be adding yourself to the festering wound he carried on his heart; so no, you probably didn’t deserve his forgiveness anyways.

It would’ve been nice to see him, one last time — you would’ve taken one of his fierce verbal lashings, if it meant hearing his voice one last time.

There was nothing you could do, however but resign yourself to death’s beckoning embrace, to fade into the nether and dissolve among the stars —

A buzz broke the quiet black of your oblivion.

You frowned; the buzz seemed to grow louder with each dull thud of your heart. You wanted to bat it away, make the silence come back and sink into the calm stupor you’d been floating in once more.

But the buzz was incessant, growing louder until you realized it was not a buzz at all, but voices. Many voices, speaking over one another in hissed, urgent tones.

“Get me a sponge, I can’t see where all this blood is coming from —“

“— Did you see her bloodwork? She’s at least ten weeks along, she’ll need to be discharged immediately —“

“That’s assuming the fetus has even survived —“

“Shush, I think she’s coming to; someone get Squad Leader Hange —

The voices melted together above you, their grate making the ache in your head grow steadily more piecing with each passing breath.

With far more effort than you wanted to believe it would take, your eyes slowly opened, struggling to adjust against the harsh overhead light of the Trost infirmary.

That light, however, was quickly blocked out by a shadowy figure leaning over you, far too close to your face for you own comfort. Your eyelids fluttered as the figure above you sharpened into focus, revealing a pair of large brown eyes blinking owlishly down at you.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, soldier!” The unmistakable voice of your Squad Leader chirped. “Glad to have you with us!”

Your lips, dry and cracked parted to answer her, but you could do no more than respond with a strangled, pained groan.

The surface upon which you’d been lain — a cot, by the feel of it — dipped as Hange Zoe climbed atop it, legs carefully straddling your hips to keep their weight off you, as the Squad Leader leaned in close to your face.

“Squad Leader — you can’t —“ a nurse tried.

Her admonition fell on deaf ears. “You had me worried there, Y/N,” Hange’s began, fingers peeling back your eyelids to check the dilation of your pupils.

“You were in rough shape when Braus and another cadet pulled you free from that toppled building.”

You tried to ask how long you’d been out, but your mouth struggled to form around the shape of the words. Instead, all that came out was a garbled string of nonsense.

“You have a concussion, that’s for sure,” Hange said smoothly, fingers prodding at a tender spot against your temple.

“But that’s not the most important thing — Y/N, did you know you’re pregnant?”

That single word broke through the addled fog clogging your head.

“Preg—?” You managed, your tongue thick in your mouth.

Hange appeared to interpret the furrow of your eyebrows as a lack of comprehension rather than shock. “Yes, preg-nant. There is a small clump of cells growing inside you that will become a child —“

You grimaced. “N-no,” you tried. “I had — an implant —“

You heard the nurses desperately plea with your Squad Leader to get them down from where they’d perched upon your cot, but Hange paid them no mind.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, doll, but they aren’t always one hundred percent effective. It’s rare, but it happens.”

Under normal circumstances, you would have cursed your luck. Of course you’d end up being the exception.

“I can’t say I’m excited for you,” Hange continued, though it appeared they had been finally persuaded to remove themselves from your cot. The Squad Leader deftly stepped away from you, coming around the edge of your bed to take a clipboard from one of the nurses.

“You’re my best Scout; your pregnancy means I have to discharge you. No exceptions.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open, unconsciousness creeping in once more. “Is — am I still —?”

Hange looked up from your medical sheet, eyes softening. “Yes, Y/N, though you’re not entirely out of the clear, yet.”

You didn’t know whether to be relieved or not; part of you relaxed at the assurance, but until you could talk to Levi —

Levi.

Fuck, Levi.

You hadn’t known of your — condition — until mere seconds before, which meant Levi sure as hell had no clue that your birth control had failed, and you were now carrying irrefutable proof of the relationship the two of you had concealed for the last year.

Levi.

You needed to tell him, and fast; before it was too late to address the problem.

Levi.

There was nothing you could do at that moment as the world around you began to dim once more. Try as you might, your body was unable to fight off the sleep that crept in and began to tug you under, despite the urgency with which you thought of your need to get in contact with the Captain as soon as possible.

Levi. You needed to talk to Levi.

But the Trost infirmary slipped away, the voices of nurses and of Hange fading to the same buzz which had brought you back to consciousness the first time.

Before you slipped below the waves of sleep, you heard your Squad Leader’s lone gasp.

“Motherfucker-“

—-

(Levi’s POV)

Levi’s eccentric comrade emerged from the small examination room, a pensive look on their face.

Levi hadn’t given much thought as to what he would do if he ran into any of his colleagues among the upper ranks of the Scouts. His mind had been exclusively focused on her, and the news that had shaken him to his core.

He remained pressed against the corridor wall, for once uncertain whether he should make his presence known or stay still until Hange wandered away, leaving him to slip into the examination room unseen.

But the section leader had always had a peculiar sense as to when he was near, and so with a slight sense of foreboding, Levi watched as Hange’s head turned towards him, eyes as round and as bright as an owl’s.

“What a surprise it is to see you here, Levi.”

Levi kept his features neutral. “Is it?”

Hange’s expression was inscrutable. “What a day, huh?” They folded their arms across their chest and leaned against the doorway leading to her — to Y/N.

“A titan breach, gross incompetence by the Garrison causing even more casualties and destruction,” Hange counted off the day’s events on her fingers. “And to top it all off, the best scout on my squad not only got injured because of said incompetence, but she’s also pregnant.”

It took everything in him to keep his voice even and monotone. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the headache. The paperwork to discharge a scout is tedious at best.”

Levi brushed imaginary lint off the shoulder of his cape. “Better go get a move on.”

A strange smirk tugged at the corner of Hange’s mouth.

“I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything about who the prospective father is, have you?”

There was a beat. “No.”

Hange’s smirk turned into a grin. “Poor thing has a concussion — it’s small, don’t worry,” and Levi knew his face must have tightened. “But the funniest thing happened while the poor girl was coming in and out of consciousness.”

Levi’s fists clenched slightly at the feral glint in their eye.

“It was almost hard to hear what she was muttering, the poor dear,” Hange finally kicked off the door jam and moved to saunter past her raven-haired comrade.

“I didn’t realize you were on a first-name basis with my scout, Levi.”

Levi’s voice dropped to a near whisper as they brushed by him. “Hange.”

“It seems the pregnancy is still viable,” the section commander said quietly.

He couldn’t stifle the faint exhale of relief which left him at their reassurance. For as shocking as the news of her pregnancy was, Levindidnt want to think about the mental toll a miscarriage could have wrought upon you.

Or himself, for that matter.

“You can go in,” Hange’s voice interrupted is slight reprieve. “I’ll make sure no one comes this way for at least a few minutes. But you can’t stay long — Erwin wants to see us.”

—-

“Well, congratulations!” Hange boomed, clapping the Captain sharply on the shoulder. “Good on you for working to restore the human race!”

A muscle in Levi’s jaw ticked. “Hange—“

“I guess the moniker ‘humanity’s strongest’ doesn’t just apply to your combat skills —“

“Hange.”

“— I’m talking super swimmers —“

“Oi. Four-eyes.” Levi pulled on the eccentric squad leader’s ponytail to command their attention. “Enough.”

—-

(NSFW bonus)

“You’ve gotta speak up, sweetheart,” Levi mocked between teasing kitten licks against your outer folds. his breath was hot as he exhaled against your damp core. “I’m waiting.”

You felt frustrated tears gather in the corners of your eyes. With an impatient whine, you rolled your hips towards him desperately, eyes wide and pleading for him to do something to fill the empty ache you felt within.

“Not good enough,” Levi growled, tongue lazily circling your entrance, twitching away every time you jerked your hips towards his mouth.

“Levi, please, I—,” you choked off with a frustrated whine. “You’re not being nice — I’m pregnant —,”

The stoic Captain pulled his mouth away from you entirely, rocking back on his heels. From between your thighs, Levi studied you, a renewed heat flaring to life in his steely eyes.

“You are, aren’t you?” He conceded, his eyes locking in on your mouth as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip and mewled. “And all because of me.”

Levi’s eyes dropped back down to your core, slick and aching, ready to take him however he wanted.

“And what kind of father would I be if I made the mother of my child suffer unnecessarily?”

Any response or yearning plea you may have answered him with died in your throat as Levi surged forward, his tongue plunging deep within your entrance, his nose pressing right against that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

You just managed to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the scream he pulled from you as the Captain began to fuck you with his tongue.

You considered yourself to be somewhat an expert on the eccentricities of Levi Ackerman. You knew he preferred two scoops of leaves for his morning cup of tea, but only one and a half in the evenings. You knew when he bathed he followed a precise routine, always washing himself twice before his hair, and that he always used two towels to dry off because he hated trailing water beyond the washroom.

You knew that he was dust and dirt’s greatest nemesis, and that even the slightest bit of clutter or disarray set his teeth on edge. You knew he loathed sharing any space with the cadets because no matter how many times he threatened them, they never seemed to remember to clean up after themselves properly.

You’d learned all of these quirks slowly, over years of proximity and tentative friendship with the brooding captain. You’d coveted each new discovery like some precious jewel, squirreling it away in a mental folder labeled “Levi,” that you periodically turned to whenever he was stressed or on his last nerve.

But there had been one attribute of his that you hadn’t learned about until after your relationship escalated — after he’d hauled you up onto his desk for the very first time and fucked you stupid.

And that insight was this: Levi, Captain of the Survey Corps’ Special Operations Squad and Commander Erwin’s right-hand soldier, ate pussy like a man possessed.

“You’re doing so good, doll,” he groaned between lewd smacks of his mouth against your syrupy folds, his lips and teeth alternating in their ministrations against your clit. “You’re so damn good, giving me a baby, making a father out of me.”

Hearing Levi not only acknowledge your pregnancy but speak as though he were excited the pair of you were venturing into parenthood together made the coil in your belly tighten.

Levi’s hands clamped down around your shins, guiding your legs until they bent at your knees before pushing them up and level with your hips. His fingers splayed around your calves, he used his grip to rock you back and forth against his face, allowing your juices to smear across his lips and jaw until his skin was shiny with your arousal.

He hummed in response to the staccato of “oh fuck, oh fuck — Levi —“ which fell from your lips until you could no longer remember how to form words.

His eyes remained open and fixed pointedly on your face, those gray irises tracking every twitch of your mouth and pinch of your brow. The louder your strangled whimpers became, the harder he moved you, until you were nearly sobbing for him to let you come apart on his tongue.

more levi content soon, babies!

[cece693]

Ultimatum (Rosalie Hale x Male Vamp. Reader)

This has been brewing in my draft section for far too long. I believe it's time this work saw the light of day.

Summary: M/n Swan, now Cullen, doesn't care if he is breaking his wife's heart, but watching how his sister is dying with Rosalie encouraging it makes m/n rethink their whole marriage. He'll be damned if he stays silent and becomes an accomplice to this murder.

M/n sighed once again as his sister's coughing interrupted what would've otherwise been a tranquil day. He was upstairs in his bedroom, staring out into the forest, attempting to forget Bella's deteriorating state.

When she and Edward returned from their honeymoon, m/n immediately knew something was wrong; he could sense the tension between the newlyweds even before they stepped into the house, not to mention his wife, Rosalie, immediately rushing to Bella's side.

While Rosalie hadn't made her distaste towards his sister unknown, watching as she catered to Bella's every need was bizarre. Yet everything made sense when she announced her pregnancy.

Everyone, except Bella and Rosalie, wanted to kill the thing. It had already broken several ribs, and no ultrasound could predict the pace at which it was growing. Hell, Bella already looked dead: dark circles under her eyes, bones poking through almost translucent skin, and no appetite. M/n couldn't bear to watch as his once lively sister became nothing but a corpse.

A part of him hated Edward for putting this death sentence upon Bella. Didn't the telepath think once of using protection, even if the chances of pregnancy were slim to none? And then there was his wife. 

M/n wasn't dumb. He knew Rosalie only stuck by his sister's side to ensure the baby would be hers. Bella's chances of surviving childbirth were non-existent, and with how everyone would treat the thing, Rosalie was prepared to become its mother. M/n shivered in disgust at the idea of living alongside his sister's murderer. Worst of all, acting as another paternal figure to the thing that ripped their own family apart.

"Shut it, dog!" Rosalie's scream caused m/n to run to the living room. The family was divided, as usual, with Bella acting as the middle ground.

"Rosalie, stop." Esme exclaimed with a stern expression. "All this fighting isn't good for Bella."

"The fetus isn't good for Bella," Alice spoke, glaring daggers at Rosalie before looking at Bella. His sister looked down at her lap, yet m/n didn't take a step to comfort her. This argument was long overdue.

"Say the word, Alice. Baby. It's just a little baby—"

"That's killing my little sister." M/n spoke from his position on the stairs, his gaze filled with venom as he looked at Bella. She looked worse than when he last saw her yesterday.

"You can't be serious." Rosalie whispered in disbelief. "It's a child—"

"You don't know that."

"M/n." Bella whispered, but her brother shook his head.

"No. I'm done watching you and Rosalie act like this will turn out okay. It won't. Either you miraculously survive or die. Those are our only two endings, with the latter being greater as of late."

Silence befell the room as m/n looked to Rosalie for a sign of awareness. Yet his wife only looked at him with disappointment and anger. "It's my decision." Bella finally uttered, looking at all the Cullens in the room and Jacob.

"Nobody will force me into giving up my child." Rosalie went to stand behind Bella, laying a hand on her shoulder in silent support as the rest of the family looked on in resignation.

"So what was the whole point of you marrying Edward?" M/n sought, not giving up easily. He desperately wanted Bella to see reason. "Sacrificing myself to save you when Victoria created the newborn army? Why go through hell and back only to throw it all away for this? Please, Bella," he whispered almost like a prayer. "There's still time."

Walking over to his sister, ignoring Rosalie's burning stare, m/n dropped to his knees and hugged Bella tenderly.

Feeling thin fingers run through his hair, m/n only grew disheartened when Bella whispered, "I can't do it, M/n. I just can't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if my baby's life was cut short."

Lifting his head, m/n looked into his sister's determined eyes before nodding and rising to his feet. The room remained silent, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air. And while the Cullens believed m/n had changed perspectives, that he would support Bella's decision, the words coming out of the youngest coven member stunned them.

"Then I guess this is a goodbye."

"M/n?" Alice asked, her eyes reflecting confusion and concern. However, it was Rosalie who answered her.

"You're going to leave Bella's side over this? Leave me, your wife?! You can't be serious..." Rosalie trailed off, her hurt expression deepening.

"Rose, you know I love you, but seeing you aid Bella's death hurts me. You've made your choice. This is mine." 

Rosalie's gaze hardened, a defensive spark igniting in her eyes. "You can't blame me for this, m/n. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. I'm supporting Bella when everyone's against her. The baby is innocent and I won't apologize for wanting to protect it."

"Protect it?" M/n scoffed, his disbelief evident in his tone. "This isn't about protecting anyone; it's more about your own selfish desires than anything else. If Bella dies, consider me dead too. I can't live, much less love, the person who played a part in her demise." 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Okay idk if u wanna do this but May I request a crossover of vita Carnis and Mandela Catalouge headcanons?..

For Adam,Jonah and Mark. Basically they arrive at theyre s/o’s House..and find out they have a pet trimming named Meatloaf or something.s/o treat them like they’re baby like any pet owner would,what are they’re reactions?

Awwwwe yeah my two current analog horror fixations let's goooo

.......

Adam

He shows up at your door right as you were getting food for your pet.

It was especially important that you fed it at this particular time so it would settle down for the night...

But Adam's persistent knocking forces you to stop and answer the door, momentarily leaving it with an empty bowl.

"Adam? What are you doing here so late?"

"Did you get my message? Our client wants us to go to his place now. I got the salt and everything."

"...he's gonna have to wait a minute. I just gotta feed my pet and-"

"C'mon, babe. We can't lose this offer. I'm sure your pet's not gonna starve to dea-"

All of the sudden, both of you hear metal scraping and a loud whining noise that sounded like a dying animal, startling Adam while you just stare blankly at him. "You were saying?"

"..what the hell was that?????"

You decide it's better to just show him, so you go back inside and introduce him to your pet: a small six-legged fat lump of raw red meat with a collar around its neck.

"What the fuck is that?? An alien??"

"No, it's a Trimming. And their name is Meatloaf."

"....that literally explains nothing."

After feeding your Trimming and calming it down, you told Adam a little bit about its role in the Vita Carnis family.

Where you're from, they're common house pets, being even more popular than dogs or cats as they were docile and willing to eat anything.

When you're done explaining, he just stares at Meatloaf for a while, who's now swaddled in a blanket and curled up in your lap.

It looks kinda gross, but he is intrigued.

Apparently, it's trained to sniff out Mimics and scream when it detects one....which has saved your life on multiple occasions, and it did the same when it sensed an Alternate in your house not long after you moved here.

That's cool.

He thinks you should bring it on BPS assignments.

Jonah

On the other hand....

When you mentioned owning an exotic pet, Jonah didn't expect anything like this when he showed up uninvited, letting himself in with a spare key.

"Hey I brought some pizza for--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, S/O?!!

Babe, please don't scream-"

"Am I tripping or is tHAT A FUCKING FETUS??!!!!" He points wildly to the Trimming sitting in your kitchen sink, covered in soap and looking saddened bc your bf interrupted bath time.

Meanwhile, you're pissed off by his yelling and covered its sensitive ears, glaring at him. "Will you calm down? This is a Trimming..you haven't heard of them?"

"No???? It looks like the goddamn chestburster from Alien! What is it?!!"

He was ready to run out of the house, but you convinced him to stay and you explained what a Trimming is, rinsing off the soap while doing so.

Poor guy's still trying to comprehend why (and how) a thing like this even exists, eyes wide as he watches you dry it off and care for it like you would a puppy or kitten.

It doesn't help that you call it "Meatloaf" and have a cute little bow on its collar/head.

Nothing you say will stop him from getting nauseous, suddenly losing his appetite for the pizza (especially since he got pepperoni and sausage on it).

You reassure him it's not gonna go to waste, instead feeding it to Meatloaf in bite-sized pieces.

Jonah's just in shock as it happily devours them with no hesitation, before it waddles back into your arms for cuddles.

You made it your mission to get him to hold it, trying to show him it's not scary at all.

It's....still a work in progress.

Mark

You knew exactly what he was gonna think of your Trimming.

So you explained what it was exactly, even showing him a photo so he's better prepared to meet it when he comes over.

The last thing you wanted was for him to scream "demon" and throw a bible at your sweet little nondemonic meat pet.

But still...he clams up when you greet him at the door, holding Meatloaf in one arm.

"O-Oh, it's..uh....cute...?" Mark tries his best to be polite, yet his face is as pale as a ghost's.

You're just relieved he didn't panic and cause a huge scene.

However, for a normally social creature...Meatloaf became unusually shy around him, flinching away when he attempted to pet it and whining if you put it down for too long.

It constantly followed you, refusing to be in the same room as him.

This keeps happening whenever he visits, and he's unsure what to do.

So one day he asks if it'll ever warm up to him.

"Oh! How could I forget? Trimmings usually like it when they're sorta "involved" in conversations..if that makes sense." You tell him. "Meatloaf probably thinks you're unfriendly because you talk to only me when you come over."

"....so..how do I fix that? By talking to it myself?"

"Yep!"

"Will it...understand me?"

"Not sure, but it just likes hearing chatter." You then speak to Meatloaf, scratching under its chin to stir it from sleep. "Hey, Loafy. My boyfriend wants to tell you something."

With the Trimming now looking at Mark, he feels...awkward, but he finally stutters something.

"H-Hey, uh...so I'm Mark. But you probably know that. S/o talks about me a lot and...uh....anyways we've been together for a few months. Sorry if I didn't seem that "friendly" to you, but I hope um...you...approve of us..?"

He trails off as it shifts out of your hold and climbs into his lap, curling up and cooing happily.

His eyes are HUGE and he's filled with fear(tm), but eventually makes the brave decision to pat its fleshy head, hearing it...purring?

Then you see his smile.

You're extremely happy about this bonding moment and had to snap a picture of the two.

'Yeah, this one's definitely for the books'

[cryptidfuck]

This was originally a thought I shared on tiktok in comments on videos about abortion but I wanna share it here:

Being pro-choice treats fetuses MORE like people than being anti-choice.

Okay, let me explain: At least in the U.S (where I am, I cannot tell you about other places, so if you're not U.S. based, this may not apply), you cannot even use a dead person's body in any way to save a living person from also dying, unless of course, that dead person consented to it BEFORE dying.

Now, some people are going to yell "consent to sex is consent to pregnancy!!!" but it's not. If it was, we wouldn't have contraceptives. "Okay, then use them!" I do, religiously, actually. And it's worked so far! But that can fail. Condoms can break, the pill can be missed, and even contraceptives that can be inserted into the body to remove human error can and do fail. I am treating the fetus like a person because I don't want to let them use MY body to save theirs.

The only other argument to this is "oh, but what if they grow up to cure cancer!!" So could the person who's got a matching kidney to yours. Go get cut open and donate your extra organs. Give up one of your kidneys. Get your chest cut open and give up a lobe of a lung. Give someone else a piece of your liver, whether or not they're a good person, you don't get to know. You don't get a choice if this is your argument. Either go donate, or find a better argument.

"That's not the same!" Good job, friend, it's called a parallel. They're not exactly the same, but similar enough that you can understand exactly why forcing someone to give birth is fucking insane, not to mention that being an organ donor by choice, while alive, only takes organs that you can live without. Pregnancy can harm organs that you actively need to live, PLUS is a minimum of 18 years of caring for another person, because remember, babies, toddlers, tweens, and teens ARE people. Anti-choice is you telling someone that they HAVE to give up THEIR body for another person's life saving care. I am treating a fetus like a person by not allowing it to use my body to save its life.

Even if you say "it's a baby!" then you're not treating a baby as a person, either. You're focused on how you feel, not the reality and the science. Can they feel? According to science, no, but either way, you cannot be forced to donate your body, even a tiny piece, without your consent. Pregnancy is donating your body to save another person's life. You cannot be forced to do that.

ALSO, before someone decides that they can't read, this is NOT against organ donation. If you want to be a living donor or want to donate after death, that's GREAT. But you cannot and should not ever be forced to donate your body.

[ladyshigabana]

Random Thoughts : Mouthwashing 👁💊

Today I would like to talk to you about Mouthwashing, a horror/psychological video game that is becoming very popular these days.

I just finished watching the gameplay so I will share my opinions with you while they are still fresh.

! SPOILERS AHEAD !

What characterizes the game is the impact of the story, which has strong moments of suspense also thanks to the developers' choice to narrate the events by alternating past events (before the crash) with present events (judgment day).

Going into more detail, I also found it interesting how they decided to stage Jimmy's "sense of guilt" for having caused all those deaths; which create a sense of anguish and disturbance.

One detail made me very sad, during the part whose focus should have been Anya, Jimmy does not see her per se but only the fetus... this is because reluctantly it can happen that in cases of rape the victim is not considered or at least is devalued.

And it's such a realistic detail that it hurt me to see💔

Another small honorable mention goes to the relationship between Swansea and Daisuke, I liked how they developed their mentor-student dynamic. The fact that Swansea's only regret before dying was not being able to save the boy was very touching.

Now we come to the question that everyone is asking.... Is Curly to blame?

My answer is yes and no; no because even if he had wanted to (which is not clear) in his condition after the crash he would not have had the ability and strength to speak and warn his companions.

Instead, he is guilty for the incipit of the whole crash, because he would have kept quiet about Anya's situation to help his friend Jimmy: from my point of view this can be traced back to people who, faced with cases of violence, pretend nothing is happening and remain indifferent (a metaphor in my opinion made strong thanks also to the continuous use and the evidence that the developers chose to place on Curly's eye... someone who watches everything but doesn't speak)

9/10

In conclusion I can say that I really liked the game and I found it engaging.

[masterqwertster]

the gods, particularly betrayers, just waiting for any of the bells hells to have children so they can claim that body.

Unless we're talking actual possession/body-snatching, no.

One, that's not how consecution works.

The consecuted do not get to pick who their new parents will be. This is part of why the gods commanded their most faithful to go out and find their reincarnations instead of saying "Go protect my soon-to-be parents, [so-and-so] at [place], and make sure I get born and make it to adulthood."

Also the gods would have immediately jumped into their new mortal forms during Catatheosis, as the goal was to hide the gods to save them from Predathos, who was only going to be "locked" up for another hour or two. So considering kids weren't in Bells Hells' immediate epilogue, that's not happening. And unless baby/child murder is happening, there's not going to be a god to be reborn to Bells Hells during the developing epilogue (later one-shots).

Which brings me to point two: I find it highly unlikely for Bells Hells to have any kids that are biologically theirs in the first place.

Bypassing the considerations for the correct physical pairing, since permanent/long-lasting transformative magic is a thing if needed, I'm not sure any of them want to deal with the mess of pregnancy when they can just adopt and jump into whatever stage of parenthood they want.

If they want to be parents at all. Unlike Vox Machina and Mighty Nein before them, no one in Bells Hells even mentioned having kids in their epilogue.

And it's a lot easier to not adopt a reborn god than it is to adopt one. All you have to do is not get a kid born within a year or two of a god dying/being put back into the reincarnation cycle. Because I seriously doubt a consecuted soul lingers inbetween lives for more than, like, two weeks, since resurrection magic windows are 1 minute, 10 days, 100 years, and 200 years (without Gentle Repose extensions). Which, Kryn consecution definitely doesn't wait 100 years to be born again, so just outside the 10 day window of resurrection makes sense to me. The year plus is about accounting for not knowing at what stage a fetus/baby gets its soul in Exandrian cosmology, but giving room for it to be at conception.

[nadekofannumber1]

Stupid Csm spoiler question for my current theories

I feel like the concept of pochita birth devil is fairly possible IMO, however another thing I’m wondering is if like, does pregnancy currently ‘exist’ in CSM?

Like it’s not an invalid question, chainsaws were originally a tool invented to help women give birth, so even if not currently brought up it would be something the devil hunters would have to consider right? But I can’t remember any scene mentioning the concepts of pregnancy in chainsaw man, I don’t remember any mentions of pregnant women as a victim status in dying or even its concept involved in sex. The latest chapters show concepts related persisting even if a function disappears, phones seem to in ways have existed even if ears and their function disappeared but perhaps that was only because of the shortness of the disappearance (after all characters do try to talk yet I could view that as a framing tool).

Chainsaw man’s erasing powers only seem to have fully activated when the “scarf” is out, though this somewhat of a fallacy as we’ve only recently seen the chainsaw devil use these powers in action. However given the state of the mouth devil shown when mouths disappear it could easily be seen that it’s not necessary to consume the whole devil to make a concept disappear, which is pretty decent evidence that it’s a manual power and it’s worth considering of course. When taking the scarf into consideration it’s worth questioning why it’s even there. If not a remnant of makima but a legitimate piece of the chainsaw devil’s full design it’s pretty strange that there’s like, a fleshy scarf on it right? Not only that but it comes from the chainsaw man’s stomach and wraps around his neck before trailing. If one subscribes to birth devil (or an adjacent similar concept even post natal death) theory you could easily view it as an umbilical cord, it’s hard not to view it as one if you conceive the chainsaw devil’s power as unbirth. From a linguistic standpoint, concepts are things that are in a sense born, and devils are essentially sentient concepts but death does not free them, not fully. However if those concepts were simply never born, everything changes, if something dies it existed but if it wasn’t born it never did.

It’s pretty thematically congruent given CSM’s themes on family, bodily agency, growing up, sex, death, intimacy. A birth devil who wishes to be the chainsaw devil at its core is really interesting honestly, especially with concepts of humanization and dehumanization of them.

(Side note I think that cult worshiping the birth devil is horrific implications wise imo, horrific idea that chainsaw man syndrome is related to the concept of birth itself)

If you stretch and think perhaps pochita is an a way a sort of fetus.

Of course this has its flaws as a lot of the other parts of chainsaw man’s design don’t reflect it as birth but more as a cool metal chainsaw monster, perhaps one could try and link it to other potential concepts of horrific birth like the baby centrifuge (it exists look it up, tbh a lot of these old horrific implements are interesting).

But even with all that why does nobody notice? Why doesn’t anyone say anything?

Really asking any questions about what could exist in csm is like this.

It’s a devil’s proof, you can’t prove if something does or doesn’t exist in csm until you actually see it or someone mentions that it’s missing, nobody knew that the AIDs devil was destroyed until that scene with Makima towards the end of part one. We fundamentally have no idea what doesn’t exist in chainsaw man and with the reading of the chainsaw devil as the birth devil it gets you asking questions about what truth is obscured. This just happens to be the most simple answer to me. Chainsaw is a loan word in Japanese (chenso no akuma) so you can’t say it’s another thing character reading wise especially when they have the war devil (sensho no akuma) which would probably be the closest big thing someone could try to push.

I’d say the biggest hole in asking if pregnancy exists in CSM is that milk and eggs exist, however the concept based existence of devils is locked to human perspective therefor those things could still exist but in ways not comprehended as the same as pregnancy.

I’d love feedback though.

Even if there’s perfect evidence pregnancy exists in csm, it’s still very weird nobody has brought up the pregnancy argument for chainsaw man in universe lol.

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Update for the latest chapter as of 9/18/24 (or 18/9/24)

Given the latest chapters and the chapters since this initial post, I’d say I’m 100% certain the reason that yoru can’t control the chainsaw devil is because it is not her “child”. Chainsaws aren’t a concept born from war it was born as a method for doctors to cut pelvic cartalage open wider so a child can be born. The chainsaw devil is a product of the fear of sex and birth, just because you can use it for something else now doesn’t untie the concept from the “parent concept”

If the chainsaw devil is a sort of birth devil with a parent concept of pregnancy and sex, the chainsaw devil perhaps destroying pregnancy itself to become one’s own devil would be in line with the themes of rejection of concepts like traditional family. It would also possibly make pochita just like denji.

Honestly, “parent concepts” being canonized makes a lot of understanding how devils work a lot easier. Instead of having to split hairs about how larger concepts factor into smaller ones that are valid variations but also could just as easily factor into the main larger fear, it lets concepts exist as extensions of each other. Once more tying the concept to the horror of familial bonds. Despite being mainly a woodcutting tool, the chainsaw devil can’t stop being a product of the birth devil. Maybe pochita wished to be loved like one is supposed to love their child, or how one is supposed to have a normal childhood. Perhaps the chainsaw devil hold denji in the conceptual womb of his mind to protect him as one should protect a child. Why pochita has multiple forms could be due to the disparity of concept itself, with chainsaws as a wood cutting tool being innately less scary than chainsaws as a tool for birth. Amother way you could think on it is some devil’s abilities get underutilized because of their disposition as devils or perhaps the shifting existence of concepts, like the blood devil Power’s ability of creating a bond between blood. Thinking of the powers of the blood devil as entirely literal is probably a misnomer at this point in the story.

While eastern and western individual concepts of blood vary, its symbol as a form of bond or homogeny does culturally share at least some concepts. I’d say the big differences for Japan are that they use blood type like horoscopes and also all blood is spiritually unclean or corrupting (which is why menstruating women generally can’t go to shrines). Western perception of blood differs as many abrahamic religions are mired in the symbolism of blood from a literal to non literal level, but also many Norse, Germanic, or pagan religions took interest in the concept as well. In many abrahamic religions consumption of blood is fairly expressly forbaid as it is considered the very soul of the being, which is how kosher and halal food intersect, they both require a ritual that drains the blood. I could say more but I’ll halt for now. Really there’s a lot of what ifs, but I think the bond of blood relation or really anything ethnonationalist is likely the most relevant answer. As it’s common with many large countries, Japan isn’t an exception to concepts of blood purity being a status of cultural identity. Blood relation or blood purity is a staple to the status quo as much as traditional family is. Power has that symbolic violence engraved in her as the devil of blood but that desire for bonds is also an equally valuable property of blood. On its own blood as a bond doesn’t have to be an innately evil thing, as denji and power form a bond of blood, and even now pochita cries out for blood in the streets. Hunting for that security and bond.

However I’m willing to also understand that my theory is more a devil’s proof. I can’t prove it but I can’t not prove it.

[liminsendhelp]

TF141(?) × reader

Don't mess with me.

Tags, warnings and all that other stuff: he jokes that you will be a good mother to your several children, conflict, threat (reader to character), apologizing with humiliation, obsessed reader, childfree, description of disgust through su1cide thoughts, trauma, I'm not native srry, no mention of names/no specific description of facial or body features

When he jokes and doesn't stop the first time you almost gasp with rage.

But it's okay, the next second your nails are dangerously close at his eyeballs, four imprints each on his temples, your thumbs pressing into the bone just below his orbits. It's enough, beyond the normal amount of force you use. It's a split-second adrenaline rush.

He knows you don't just threaten, he knows just as well he'd stay at your feet even if you decided to amputate him.

"Honey, I said no."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You can be so silly."

There's sparkling mirth in your tone, thickly seasoned with the tingling venom of your resentment. Yes, he was just joking, but you can't quite get the idea out of your head that he's just like everyone else. Doesn't love you enough to shut up when he needs to.

Haven't you given him enough?

You've given him everything.

"Of course we're not having a baby, you don't want to put me in danger of dying, don't you?"

"No, no, God, I'm sorry, I didn't- I screwed up so bad, I'm sorry, I love you, please."

He sounds so sincere that your heart melts. Your fingers gently run over the skin of his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, like spider legs spinning a cocoon around the chitinous sheen of a desperate fly.

"You are enough for me. I love you more than life. Please, please forgive me"

His hands on your cheeks, trembling and gentle touches.

The knot of anxiety and pain in your chest unties, leaving you wanting to kill him on the spot, torture him for twenty-four hours, or run away right now.

Because you know he only wants a child with you because you could be a mother. And he could put his whole self into this fatherhood thing and even though he knows it's not going to happen, he might want it. But wanting doesn't mean proposing, expecting and insisting. He's not expecting anything, it's just that you're afraid of saying no, of upsetting him so much that you go off the chain all at once so you don't give in. Fear of being chained in chains of obligation, of being weak, of being dependent on his decision..... The fear of being abandoned, realistic nightmares where you cut a fetus out of your womb, the desire to open your throat when someone claims your body. The endless tossing of everything you're not sure about.

And you're not sure of anything.

Why do you stay with him?

It's so confusing.

But he just wraps his arms around you like he's sheltering you with his huge body.

"I'm too afraid of losing you. I'll never ask you to give birth. It was just a bad joke."

He whispers somewhere in the top of your head, kissing in small bursts every available patch of skin. You ease yourself into him, clinging to his broad shoulders, tracing down to his deliciously constricted waist, up his abs with one hand, pressing closer with the other.

You feel like a predatory beast, subduing another predator into your meat.

"Okay," you sip, drowning in waves of his worried concern.

You won't have children.

You exhale, satisfied with his instant submission. Such a good boy, just with gaps in training.

You'll fix that.

[katyahina]

I remembered your post about dead kin sprouting life from them, and that made me think. Could the wandering nightmares come from the same thing? The picture of stuff growing out of the dead kin in Byrgenwerth made me think of them. I assume that the bloodstones you get from them would probably be the only "kin" part of the kin that's actually left. Maybe they're the end product of a dead kin? It may make sense as to why you find so many in the nightmare frontier. Looking at the concept art, they also seem to have eyes growing out of them, or at least the large ones do. Looking closer at the skulls, a few of them also seem sorta similar to the labyrinth madmen. Actually, looking closer at the concept art, the big ones appear to have some sort of mouth coming out of their backs. Looking at it that way, it almost looks like a bearded head.

!!!!!!!! Bobbie, your brain is HUGE! This is a really good observation, and by now I don't even have an idea how came that I forgot about Wandering Nightmares in that post! + I am going to add the post and the image in question for the context just in case:

Basically for all two of my new followers, IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE we concluded that the skulls are likely part of the curse and this sort of 'pollution' might have been the reasoning for snake infestation too. But the 'curse' is a lot of spirits of the dead lingering within the blood of humanity (and Pthumerity):

Themes of "superior" being born atop, or upon merging, variety of "lesser" lifeforms are also in the design of Kin like Brain of Mensis (made out of many melted corpses and some Micolash's hair because BB's lore is very normal) or Winter Lanterns (with their heads being many melted Messengers)! As for Kin being born by using humans as surrogates, the cord Arianna drops and Annalise's purpose also offer some Insight (🥁) on it:

Worth mentioning again that Annalise did have a Great One infant herself ( x ), and the implication here is kinda plain again. Blood Echoes are actually 'dying wills' in Japanese, mostly Hunters kill them because they absorb the most 'spirits' through the hunt, Blood Dregs even look like many sperm cells yet having small faces, and Vilebloods are more fit for carrying a Great One infant because their blood is especially full of this.. "energy".

^ There is a reason to think that maybe Wandering Nightmares are connected with these guys; either could not petrify, or broke free of petrification! And honestly normally I'd stop here, but your idea on what Wandering Nightmares are is MUCH more interesting and morbid! Basically you're saying that they are dead Kin, and amalgamation of skulls is the spirits within trying to tear free from being stuck like this. With the fetus we find at Byrgenwerth, the skulls are kinda tiny and frozen, saved the torment that Wandering Nightmares apparently are experiencing. Can't perish to give a way to a new lifeform, can't JUST peris, and also can't become free spirits and be set free.

I've also noticed just now that one of the faces on smaller Wandering Nightmare has a similar structure to enemies Giant Lost Child, who are found exclusively in the Nightmare realm too! But actually you might have just helped me to find a good explanation on WHY they are said to have been abandoned at birth! They could have been early Pthumerian (Loran?) experiments on carrying a divine infant, but were born no human/Pthumerians, nor Kin, and thus discarded as "failures"! I was thinking that the reason Mergo's real body is a Lithopedion, stuck within mother's womb is lacking 'circulation' of curses and spirits within the blood at that era that is now "fixed" since humanoids have been doing blood and hunt for a while since Pthumeru Ihyll and Loran. Now, this might add substance to it, so thank you!

The large variant DOES have a few eyes even in the ingame model, although not as easy to see as they are on the concept art!

There is also a video that offers a better look:

AND it seems like the implication is there for small variants too:

These skull-like spirits do not have eyes, nor do their way more 'physical' forms erupting, so... yeah, I agree that the eyes on their "bodies" are meant to be the Insight-eyes, not THEIR eyes. Heck, don't forget about Ludwig's interesting transformation as well, with his second mouth being full of eyes now!

Large Wandering Nightmares DO have a functioning gigantic shared mouth on their backs, yes. It is visible more in the video I've shared! Damn.. I feel even more validated about my idea that Ludwig's transformation is all on his own rather than being fused with a horse! He himself functions not unlike these Wandering Nightmares with sprouting 'physical' eyes and multiple chaotically-placed legs that are not a thing any other beast has, yet coincidentally what Wandering Nightmares have!

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Thank you for an ask! I am convinced! You always know just the most thought-provoking thing to question about!

[booksaresacredspew]

Ok so guys. I've been thinking a lot about the vorkosiverse lately and today is Star Wars Day, and so I have had an idea. I have solved it. The perfect au - the fall of Anakin Skywalker can be totally and easily prevented with... Drumroll please... Uterine Replicators!

For those of you unfamiliar with the Vorkosigan saga, uterine replicators are just what the name implies, an artificial womb wherein a child can be grown without a woman having to have it inside her. Think of the clones in SW, and how they were grown in tubes - same basic concept.

So the main issue Anakin is having in revenge of the sith is that he fears Padmé will die in childbirth. Imagine if there were a way for her to not have to carry the pregnancy to term while still saving the baby(babies)! Problem solved. Now the only thing that could conceivably put Padmé in danger is the sith himself. And that would not endear him to Anakin.

Of course, this opens up a whole new avenue for plot shenanigans, like having a giant wild goose chase for the baby tubes between sidious and the good guys. Have the URs stored in a "safe place" like the Jedi Temple, and then when palps attacks the temple Anakin and Padmé are separated from the kids and have to go save them or something. Anyway the idea just won't let me go.

Dunno where they get the uterine replicators, or the expertise to do the transfer operation, since clearly they are not a common technology in the galaxy. Padmé has apparently never heard of prenatal check ups, and Breha and Bail Organa tried for years for a kid to no avail, when if they had one of these they could have had a kid easy. It's not like it could be harder to mix an egg and a sperm and grow it in a tube than it is to clone someone. Maybe they get the tech from Kamino! The Kaminoans themselves probably wouldn't help, not without plenty of money, but one of the clones could easily the think of the tubes they were grown in, and realize it's a possible solution for a risky pregnancy.

All you'd have to do is have Anakin slip and mention Padmé's predicament in front of one of his come medics, or evena regular clone, and boom, lightbulb moment! Then they just have to borrow steal a tube from Kamino, and maybe a med droid, make sure the med droid is up to date on human female reproductive organs, and transfer the fetus(es). Tada, Padmé is no longer in danger of dying in childbirth.

[anqelblccm]

⸻ WHEN AN ANGEL FELL

cast. euiwoong, unnamed girl ( possible love interest ), the darkness ( unnamed ), briefly mentions a random child ( but is not that important ) summary. there won't ever be a happy ending in euiwoong's never-ending life. after all, it was too good to be true. word count. 3.0k / 3096 warnings. mentions blood, euiwoong has a dagger as his weapon of choice. if i missed something lmk! notes. first ever piece i started for hero; so happy with how it came out! this is only the beginning of his story, but it's technically one of the more important ones!

Scientists have shown that infants have two innate fears from the moment they leave the womb: fear of falling and loud sounds. As they grow older and learn more about the world, those fears get established or disappear entirely as other “learned fears” fill the empty spots. Some people forget they ever feared falling but might develop a fear of monsters under the bed. Everyone is different, yet we all seem to have a thing in common: we all have a fear of something. 

In Euiwoong’s situation, he was never born. He never got to experience the bonding only a mother and her fetus could feel. His mind was always there, but it meant nothing to him without a physical body. The mind was alone for a long time, drowning in indescribable darkness until a silhouette appeared, followed by blinding light and piercing sounds that echoed miles and miles away. The mind and body connected on a celestial level and finally became one. 

One moment, the abandoned flower field was empty and swaying in the rhythm that the wind set, yet in the next second, the once-dying flowers started to bloom, painting the area in various colourful buds that every artist would itch to add to their collection. The figure opened its eyes, acknowledging the world around them. If anyone managed to catch them standing and looking far away in the distance, their mind would think of a fireplace, so warm yet could burn if anyone dared to step closer to feel it more. 

Despite appearing only a moment ago, the figure was well-developed and looked like they were a teenager. Because of that, the being could not feel any type of fear that people their age usually could. In fact, they could feel nothing except the slight breeze that intertwined with their strands of hair and the soft petals under their fingertips. Physically, they could feel everything around them; still, there was only emptiness regarding their emotions. They could not sense the sadness or happiness that seemed to seep through people around his area. They could only watch the world around them as it developed more and more physically and emotionally. 

Years passed, and the figure learned how to blend in with other people and fake emotions so well that they began to believe they were real. It took almost forever for them to grasp human life, but no matter how much they studied everyone, they would never be like them. As more time flew by, the person spent time trying to perfect their behaviour to the point they would start to feel something. It first began with happiness, something so easily achievable yet took a while to be released from their body. They first felt joy in the most random place– a kid’s playground. As they watched the kids run and squeal as they went down the slide, something started brewing in their stomach, and for a second, they were worried it started again. But as one seemingly clumsy kid managed to slip and fall on their bum, the being couldn’t help but watch in amusement as their lips raised more and more until they finally let out a loud chuckle. The kid in question looked up, not expecting to see anyone there, yet he couldn’t contain his interest as he quickly ran up to the chuckling individual and pointed his chubby finger in their direction. “Don’t laugh, you meanie!” he yelled, his cheeks quickly heating in embarrassment that someone saw him.

The chuckling stopped, but the atmosphere never seemed to get tense, not with other kids enjoying their time at the playground. The person tilted their head, looking at the child, as they murmured, “Ah, so that’s happiness.” They watched as the boy, no older than six, looked dumbfoundedly back at them as if it was the first time he saw someone as weird as them. The figure only smiled at the kid before they disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a gaping kid as he continued staring at the empty bench, hearing only the flutter of the wings and managing to catch a single feather float down, connecting to the dirty ground beneath him, making a beautiful contrast of the colours. 

After what seemed like eons, the figures finally acknowledged themselves– and it all started with something as simple as their name. Not their real one, the one that anyone could barely pronounce, but the human name that was given to them– him– by someone he thought was significant. “Your name is Euiwoong, meaning ‘Righteous Hero’, which you’ll always be to me.” Ever since then, his name has always been Euiwoong. 

Euiwoong realised that the more time he spent with this person, the faster he’d master emotions. At first, that was the whole point of their friendship, but he couldn’t help but want more. He didn’t want to be friends with her just to learn about himself; he wanted to be friends with her because he genuinely liked her, possibly even loved her. Of course, if asked, he’d deny almost immediately, letting out excuse after excuse to prove to the others he didn’t need anyone. 

One day, Euiwoong decided to show her where he first appeared many decades ago. But as they apparated to the area, instead of beautiful flowers, various buildings were placed in that place. This is when Euiwoong felt the dangerous emotion called anger again. The feeling bubbled in his stomach, and his fingers couldn’t stop itching towards his dagger, which she gifted him for their one-year friend anniversary. He wanted to find the person who ruined such a spectacular view with ugly cement walls. The girl beside him could feel everything he felt and calmly grabbed his hand before he could start his revenge mission. Her touch brought him back, and he couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes as she made his anger disappear. 

“Come with me,” she’d softly mutter, not breaking the eye contact with him, “I know a place like this.” And once again, they’d apparate to her destination. 

As Euiwoong looked at the glass structure that seemed to stretch until his eyes could no longer see, he caught his reflection. His once brown eyes burned with emotions within and became bright red as the anger still lapped in his chest. His concentration broke once the sound of doors sliding reached his sharp ears, and he watched as his friend motioned him to follow her through what seemed to be a maze of– “Flowers.” 

Euiwoong gasped at the sight in front of him: flowers of every kind imaginable covering the ground like a blanket, giving the place a soft look and a fantastic scent. Everywhere he looked, he’d see a new type of blossom and would start ranting about its meaning, all while the girl patiently waited for him to finish so she’d tell him how wonderful it all sounded. “You know, this can be our spot,” and with that, Euiwoong was hooked. 

Every day, he would appear in front of the glasshouse (“Glasshouse typically grow fruits or vegetables, but I made this one with flowers, just for you!” she’d say, and his heart would beat faster.), and she would wait for him, somehow always with a new type of flower. They’d spend time talking about how they came to earth or would busy themselves with growing new plants in their glasshouse. For the first time in a while, Euiwoong was content with his life. He only needed her and no one else, just her. 

As Euiwoong became comfortable in his skin, he’d catch all the small things she did, whether twirling a strand of her hair when she was focused or biting her nails when she got nervous. Those were the things that made her her, and Euiwoong couldn’t help but adore her even more. Sometimes, when he felt playful, Euiwoong would produce a small creature to either scare her or make her laugh in glee as she watched the little thing run around and bump into things, in most cases, their legs. He adored everything about her, how she looked, acted, and lived. She was a free soul, kind of like him, but there was something mysterious in how she presented herself. Never before would she talk about her origin or how she became, but she was always up to hearing his stories. Euiwoong knew that her actions were suspicious and that he should interrogate her, but he couldn’t dare let the compelling words out of his mouth when she’d looked at him with those eyes and a slight pout on her gorgeous lips. 

For now, he’ll ignore those things as long as she stays with him and loves him the way he loves her.

The day was like any other; Euiwoong would appear at the glasshouse and wait for her silhouette behind the glass. He lingered and lingered with patience yet would grow restless after an hour passed, and he had yet to see her flowy dress appear. Once again, something started brewing in his stomach, but it wasn’t passionate like anger or soft like happiness. This was much darker, leaving an empty feeling behind– fear crept up his body like a snake waiting for the right time to sink its teeth in and let the venom flow. He opened the doors himself, missing minuscule splatters of something black (he’d regret not catching the small details later, as they would be the answer to his question).

He heard the birds singing their usual tunes and the small bussing of bees as they flew past him like he wasn’t there, but there was no sight of his dear. He planned on announcing himself, knowing that she’d appear in a second once she heard his voice calling her to him, but the chills down his back told him that something was there and was watching him like a predator would watch prey. Euiwoong grabbed his precious dagger as quickly as he could, and with speed an average human couldn’t catch, he turned around and pointed the sharp end to the culprit’s neck. 

“Hello, friend,” the darkness would say, stepping into the light and showing its face, yet Euiwoong knew who that was even before turning around. 

He sneered, “Don’t call me that; what are you doing here– how did you find this place?” 

The darkness chuckled humorously, tilting their head like they knew something the other didn’t, “You know those little things can’t keep me from my favourite angel. After all these years, you still can’t learn Ap–”

“Do not call me that wretched name,” Euiwoong spat out, his eyes lighting bright red and catching the slight surprise on the person’s face. “Unbelievable,” they’d mutter, looking dumbfounded yet amused by how the angel acted, “I didn’t know your eyes could do that after this whole time. You know, I still remember when the only colour they could change to was light pink,” the darkness reminisced about the old times, further angering the angel that never moved the dagger from the person’s neck. 

“Shut up–”

“Come to think of it, pink was always your colour–”

“I said,” Euiwoong prodded the dagger into the other being’s neck, drawing a small amount of black blood, and let it seep into their white shirt, “Shut up, or I will make you shut up.”

The darkness further pressed his buttons, loving the feeling of anger that the angel showed them. “You were always unpredictable, yet constantly needed other people’s attention. It’s what was interesting about you.” Euiwoong’s anger was something they hadn’t felt in a long time. They almost missed it. 

The darkness watched as Euiwoong's thoughts seemed to ooze out of his head; he was never a quiet thinker. They watched as conflict rose behind his hot coal-coloured eyes, seeming divided on whether he should continue the interrogation or apparate from the glasshouse. On the one hand, he didn’t want to leave the place he called his home, but with them infiltrating the once peaceful atmosphere, he wasn’t so sure it was his haven anymore. 

The dark being sighed, “You know she’s not who you think she is,” they once again watched as the gears moved in the younger boy’s head, connecting dots and crossing the lines. It was almost pathetic how Euiwoong would try and find a reason not to believe them, yet every instance when the girl in question would avoid his prodding, a question would appear in his mind, and he couldn’t stop his shaking hands from calming down. 

Just like fear, sadness finally seemed to show, and with that, another part of his brain would unlock, showing him the worst things he went through while still stuck up there. He missed that kind of knowledge in a way, but every time he thought about the ones that were supposed to be his friends, his mind would shut down, and he wailed in pity again. 

“You don’t know a thing about her,” Euiwoong would retaliate, but the other person would only cut in with a short, “And you do?” 

They knew they had hit the spot once they saw him flinch away like he’d been burned by something invisible. The dagger that seemed stuck in his neck was gone in a second, and Euiwoong prolonged his answer as he obsessed with getting rid of the “filthy blood” of his weapon. The wound healed in a second, and you wouldn’t know there was one, to begin with, if only his shirt weren’t caked in the remains of the blood that slid down his throat. 

“So what? Have you come here to gloat?” Euiwoong defeatedly muttered, realising they would never tell him where his precious was, if he could call her that anymore.

The darkness practically growled at the dumb one before them, “I’ve come here to make you remember who you are! You’re a celestial being, not this puny thing trying to be something they’re not; a human!”

What they exclaimed hit Euiwoong like a stone, and his dagger slowly slid between his fingers, connecting with the ground so loudly that the birds that were previously singing so beautifully scattered away in fear. He watched as the being eyed him like a vulture, to the point where they walked around him and tutted in disappointment. 

They stood in front of him again, but in their eyes, there was only pity, with a little bit of mischief, “You of us should know not to trust someone like her. Her kind only brought you nothing but despair.” 

A slight breeze started, meaning the person they talked about finally returned. At the sound of someone coughing, The Darkness looked between the slightly darkened doors and the precious being in front of them, deciding to bid them farewell with a simple, “Watch who you trust next time.”

Euiwoong’s eyes caught hers as soon as they returned to the shadows. He wouldn’t dare speak for fear that the anger would unleash again. He just watched as she slowly approached him, holding her abdomen with her left hand while grasping a matching dagger in her right.

He looked away once she got in front of him.

“Woong,” she whispered pitifully, yet after realising what The Darkness told him, Euiwoong couldn’t help but see the act she put in front of him. 

“Is it true? Are you a traitor? One of them?” He spat out in the end as if he was repulsed by the thought of her being one of his kind’s enemies.

The questions hung in the air like a tied feather, and his voice's sharp tone surprised Euiwoong, watching as she cowered back in fear. 

She could only stammer under his gaze. “Just let me explain, please–”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Euiwoong squatted down to grab his dagger, yet he never lifted it up further than his waistline, keeping it next to his side just in case.

‘In case she ever attacks him first.’

“Is it or is it not true?” He asks heartbrokenly, “Is it true what they say? We’ve known each other for years; don’t lie to me.”

As if a switch had been flipped, her frown quickly rose into a slight smirk, and the hand holding her abdomen relaxed, showing him the hole in her dress and the bloody but closed wound, caked in blood– black blood.

Despite her smirk, Euiwoong caught sadness in her eyes as if she was putting up a front for him. 

He didn’t need her words to confirm it, not now when They opened his eyes for him. It all made sense, her past that she never wanted to say, the paranoid behaviour every time they were anywhere but the glasshouse. The dagger with engraved words he cannot understand. 

Everything was before him, yet he was blind to everything because, finally! He finally found someone who understood his situation. It seems that all has been a lie. A simple, disgusting act that she enjoyed. 

Yet, despite the truth being out in the open, she nevertheless tried to explain herself to him as if she had looked for his approval. But he wouldn’t dare listen.

“Just go,” he finally muttered, a defeated expression showing his face, “I don’t have anything else to say to you.”

“Eiwoong, please–” she tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t let her.

“I said–” once again, he pressed the dagger on the neck of the person in front of him, and with hot red eyes, he repeated, “– leave before I do something I might regret.”

It didn’t take her long to apparate, but not before spitting back, “I’m not sorry for all these years.”

He wanted to follow her, to hurt her like she damaged him, but he realised if he did that, Euiwoong would be on the same disgusting level as her. 

He realised that after she left, the sun started shining again, and the birds that flew away suddenly came back, singing their beautiful melodies like nothing had happened. At least they were free to live their lives as they wanted.

The dagger he once lifted to threaten her was now thrown towards an aging tree, lodging itself into its thick trunk and wrapping in vines stretching out from behind.

With a broken heart and determined mind, Euiwoong left the one place that gave him peace. One moment, he let tears run down his face, and in the next, his eyes blanked out, and the sadness he once felt was gone.

He had to find a new, safe space now.