#even though i dont have clear memory of him right now

[elexaria]

price is a good influence on the boys, always keeping them in line. its almost like theyre his boys, he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to talk about them with a proud growl in his voice. they dont know this, but he even has a tattered photo of the four of them in his wallet. he’s never settled down, never had kids, so even if theyre only around a decade younger than him, they’re like his own.

well, he’s almost always a good influence on the boys.

the new bit around the military campus, she’s a sight for sore eyes. the capt can’t help but clear his throat, one arm around her shoulder so casually. he’s a charmer, that’s for sure. “don’t let ‘em paw at you, yeah? you tell ‘ol pricey if these dogs bark at you, love, and i’ll let ‘em know who holds the reigns here.” he purrs in her ear, the rough timbre of his voice is enough to make anyone’s blood run hot.

the boys know better than to try and cuckhold price, after all, he’s kind enough to let them watch him as he flirts with the lil honey on base. their eyes watch keenly as he squeezes her arse as she passes by, a smug grin on his lips as she turns around with a playful gasp. he’ll turn his head, nodding with a grunt at the boys. “y’see that, lads? like putty in my hands, she is.” he remarks, and the boys guffaw like a group of schoolboys at how cool he is.

it gets even better when, after a year of casual dating, his lil lady agrees to let the boys in behind closed doors. “just let ‘em watch, yeah? poor boys dont get much action, it’s for morale i ‘spose. keeps ‘em fit and fired up.” he murmurs lowly in her ear, quiet enough only for her to hear. their dance is as old as time, his large hands dancing around her soft skin. her moans are like a siren’s call to the boys, it gets the hairs at the nape of their necks standing. hell, that’s not the only thing that stands to attention when price parts the glistening folds of her cunt, chuckling as he steps back to nod his head at the boys. “stunning, ‘ent she?” he growls out, a smug grin on his face as he leans on his side, dipping two fingers inside of her slowly while his thumb toys with her clit.

my god, you can HEAR the boy’s heavy breathing as they watch price toy with his girl, and johnny’s the first one to break the awkwardness by rubbing his erection through his jeans discreetly. price notices, and raises his eyebrows. “lads, the missus doesn’t mind if you rub one out. do you, sweetheart?” he coos as he crooks his fingers up inside of her, jamming the pads of his fingers up into the spongy spot where she likes it. she gasps, nodding as she looks over at how quickly the lads begin to unbuckle their belts, their cocks quickly springing up out of their confines. a symphony of grunts that harmoniously blend together with her gasps and mewls, and all are at the mercy of price. he continues to toy with her, to prolong her pleasure until, and it doesn’t take long, until the boys cum right then and there— thick ropes of cum spurting into their fists.

with a chuckle, price rises to sit on the bed, his hand now gently rubbing against her folds in a teasing manner. “right, bugger off you bunch of reprobates. give us some privacy, yeah?” he chuckles, motioning towards the door as they’re all quick to tuck their spent cocks in the waistbands of their boxers, quickly scampering off at the call of their captain.

the next morning, they’ll all sit round a small table, making comments about how good price is, how lucky they are to have seen that performance. “he deffo would let us shag her if we asked, ye ken.” johnny says quietly, leaning in close to the lads in a conspiratorial manner.

“johnny, stop thinking with your dick.” simon gruffly replies, shaking his head as to dismiss the silly notion.

“yeah, no way would he let us.” gaz agrees, a defeated sigh escaping his lips as he leans back in his seat. “she was fit, though.” he chuckles, rubbing his face as they all begin to impishly laugh at the memory.

[n0vazsq]

Forgotten wishes Pt.2 | AL65 x Reader

pairing . . . arthur leclerc x ex!reader

summary . . . When you and Arthur meet again, there's a chance that there will be a happy ending

request . . . kind of!!

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . angst with fluff!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . ok so this was a bit shitty but yeah idk i dont have anything to say </3 idk how to write pt 2s so yeah! i put a few refrences so if you guys noticed them lmk

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

part 1 | part 2

. . . The harbor was the same as it always had been; peaceful, vast, and filled with that haunting sense of nostalgia. The water stretched out in endless blue, the stars above twinkling like distant memories, calling you back to a time when everything felt right.

The night air was cool, the breeze carrying the salt of the ocean, but the weight of everything unsaid between you and Arthur still lingered in the air, thick and obvious.

You could feel it, the push and pull, the magnetic force that had always existed between you two. It wasn’t something that could be ignored, no matter how hard you tried to bury it. And tonight, it felt stronger than ever, as if the universe was pushing you back into his orbit, despite everything that had happened.

Despite the hurt, despite the silence that had grown between you.

You stood by the railing, watching as Arthur’s car disappeared into the distance, wondering if that was the last time you would see him. Your mind was racing, full of denial. You were angry. You were hurt.

But you were also… still in love with him.

You couldn’t help it. It was like something deep inside your chest, an ache that you couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried.

But then, a voice, soft but clear, broke through the quiet.

"I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I couldn’t just walk away."

You turned, your heart jumping into your throat. There he was again. Arthur, standing a few feet away, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, his eyes intense but vulnerable. His voice carried the weight of his feelings, and even though you could still see the cracks in the way he stood, you couldn’t deny the genuineness there.

He wasn’t giving up. Not this time.

"You left once before, Arthur," you said, your voice low but firm, holding onto that anger like a shield. "You thought it would be easier, didn’t you? Thought walking away would solve everything."

"I did." He took a step closer, and you could see the pain in his eyes. "And I was wrong. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I wasn’t. I pushed you away because I thought I was saving us from… from whatever it was we were becoming. But I see now… I was just scared. And I should’ve fought for you. For us."

The vulnerability in his voice, the raw honesty, hit you harder than you expected. Your heart was racing, not from anger anymore, but from something deeper, something that had always been there, buried under the hurt and the regret.

"I didn’t want to lose you," he continued, his voice catching just slightly. "But in pushing you away, I lost you anyway."

It was quiet for a moment. The sound of the waves crashing below, the distant hum of the city, the wind tugging at your hair, all seemed to fade into the background. All that was left was you and him. The years that had passed between you. The mistakes. The memories.

And the undeniable truth that, despite everything, you still felt something.

Something stronger than the hurt.

Something that had never truly gone away.

The look of love was still there, even after everything. It was in the way his eyes softened when they met yours, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips, like he couldn’t quite help himself.

But there was pain behind it. An ache that came from knowing things could never go back to what they once were. It felt like a distant memory, that love. Fading. Slipping through your fingers like water.

And yet, the rush of blood surged through you when you caught his gaze, as if the years that had passed were nothing but a blink. The heat of his stare wrapped around your chest, drawing you in despite the walls you had spent so much time building.

You wanted to look away, to stop yourself from feeling anything, but you couldn’t. It was like your heart had made its own decision, and your mind was helpless against it.

The weight of the silence between you was unbearable. It felt like an ocean, an expanse that had grown too vast to cross.

But in that moment, all it took was one look to pull you back to a time when it had all been so easy. When the world had felt simple, the love undeniable, and every touch meant forever. Now, it felt like those forever promises had been buried somewhere in the past, lost between the lines of things unsaid.

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the emotions threatening to break free. You’d spent so long convincing yourself that you didn’t need him, that you were better off without him. But now, standing here, everything inside of you screamed that it wasn’t true.

That the love you had wasn’t something you could just throw away. And when his hand reached out, just inches away from yours, you didn’t know if you were ready to face it. You didn’t know if you could handle the pull of the past all over again.

But the truth was undeniable, the look of love never truly left, and the rush of blood you felt every time you saw him was proof enough.

That somewhere deep down, it had always remained.

"You don’t get to just waltz back into my life, Arthur," you said, your voice trembling despite yourself. You were trying to be strong, trying to guard your heart. But you knew, deep down, that this wasn’t over. That maybe it could never be over.

"I’m not asking for that." He shook his head, a small, sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I’m asking for a chance. A real one this time. I don’t want to fix everything in one night. But I want to start again. Slowly. If you’ll let me."

There it was. The offer. The carrot dangling in front of your eyes.

But you were still scared.

Scared that it wouldn’t work. Scared that you’d be right back here again, only with even more to lose.

But then, you saw it, the vulnerability in his eyes, the longing. And that familiar pull, the one you couldn’t resist no matter how hard you tried. It was there, strong as ever.

"I don’t know if I can trust you again," you whispered, stepping back slightly, heart pounding. "Not after everything."

"I know," Arthur said softly, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I’ve lost your trust, and I understand that. But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to earn it back. If you’ll let me."

Your breath caught in your throat as the silence stretched between you. The tension was thick, electric, even. The space between you was filled with everything you hadn’t said, everything you hadn’t done. The words hung there like a promise unspoken, but everything inside you was screaming to bridge the gap.

You didn’t know what would happen next. Maybe you would walk away again. Maybe this would turn out like every other time. But for some reason, tonight felt different. Tonight, the past didn’t feel like a weight. It felt like a possibility. A chance for something new.

Arthur’s hand reached out, hesitating just in front of yours, like he was waiting for your permission. You hesitated for a moment, your heart beating wildly in your chest. But then you took a step forward, closing the distance between you, your fingers brushing against his. The contact was electric, a spark that ran through you like wildfire.

"I’m scared," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper, but it felt like the most honest thing you’d said in years.

Arthur’s eyes softened, and he gently took your hand in his, his grip firm but soft and gentle. "I am too. But we can be scared together, right?"

There was nothing left to say. No more words that could undo the years, no more questions that could erase the past. There was only the moment, the connection that had always been there, pulling you together like gravity.

Without thinking, you reached up, your fingers tracing his jawline, and before you could second guess yourself, you kissed him.

Softly, hesitantly, as if testing the waters, and then, as if the universe had finally allowed you both this moment, the kiss deepened. Arthur’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and for the first time in so long, everything felt right again. His lips moved against yours, a promise, an apology, and everything that was unsaid wrapped up in one perfect moment.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Arthur’s forehead rested gently against yours. His hand cradled the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. "I don’t know what comes next," he murmured, his voice soft. "But I know I want to find out with you."

And for the first time in a long time, you believed him. You didn’t have the answers, but maybe you didn’t need them. Because as long as you were together, everything else could wait. The future, the past, the mistakes.

All of it faded into the background as you stood there, in the harbor, under the stars, finally together again.

And this time, you were going to make it work. Even if it meant you'd had to die doing so.

Things fall apart and time breaks your heart.

But this time, it didn't.

[simpjaes]

u said hard hours so LET ME DELIVER ☝🏼

cant help but imagine jake being so DOWN BAD for his gf like its so cute but also hes so dam horny all the time ??? movie night w the friendgroup? jake has his fingers in u. sitting in a cramped car on his lap w everyone otw to a party? yea ur cockwarming that mf. u happen to wear the cutest skirt to ever exist in his eyes? ur not making it out the door i fear 💔

the man truly does not give a fuck like why is his dam sex drive so high LET HER RESTTT (but u love it ofc) and dont get me started on the friends theyre so scarred having to hear yalls moans everytime they enter ur shared apt FREE THEMMN 🙏🏼

high sex drive, super horny, very publicly fingering you ! jake?

Ok first and foremost, Jake's roomies are very much scarred but also very much used to the fact that he's constantly in you in some way or another.

Like, they do kinda worry more for you than their own eyes and ears? Then again, most of those moans they have to hear, as if it's a soundtrack to their early morning teeth-brushing or late night lonely cry, are yours.

You're not suffering. They know it. Jake knows it.

that's why, movie nights it's like, kind of expected that you're gonna be letting out sighs during parts of the movie that goes suddenly silent. The issue is, now they just don't know whether they should look or not?

Jay, in particular, struggles not to let his eye stray to that moving hand under the blanket. At this point, why even have a blanket? They all know Jake is knuckle deep, hitting all the right spots for you.

After that halloween party at Sunhoon's house? cramped up in the car with you in his lap because one of the other men got lucky and decided to bring a girl home too, the two of you still stole the show.

That girl, the one Jay brought home, ultimately asked to be let out of the car at a random gas station because it was a bit much for her to be witnessing such a thing. Not Jay though, he definitely noticed, watched, remembered, and kept the memory for the next time a girl ditches him.

It was clear your skirt was pulled up, i mean, it was sitting on your hips?! Jake was clearly thrusting up with every bump the car hit. Cock warming right there? arm to arm with his buddies? You fucking bet.

In all fairness, Jake has a high sex drive, it's not like any of his friends could fix that. If anything, they were thankful you kept him tamed. Kept him safe, even if it was between your legs in front of them.

Oh well.

[ender-cloud]

NEW UPDATE AND OH OK UM ONE MOMENT THERES A LOT TO UNPACK HERE

Tgs spoilers undercut

Ok, ok, ok! Im currently ill so my minds a little bit scattered and I woke up really late today because I needed the rest, so im posting this a little late but oh my hod!!

Ok, ok ok ok! So!

Hyde is having the same problem Jekyll did before he passed out and I think this could mean 2 things.

When Jekyll was having this issue Hyde was going into the back of the mind, which is exactly what Jekyll is doing right now trying to erase himself, does this truly make it so Hyde will die with Jekyll?

Now now, Lyn wonders if Jekyll is wanting to kill Hyde but I don’t believe he does. I think Jekyll wants Hyde to suffer but he made his intentions seem very clear. He wanted Hyde to go mad without him as he is sent to Jail because of the crimes he’s committed in the past. Also I don’t think Jekyll knows that he’s possible of killing Hyde.

Fritz beought up that Sage said that if Hyde dies then Jekyll will go back to normal. But that might not have the same effect on Hyde.

Hyde stems from Jekyll and the only reasoning why Jekyll was affected before was because Hyde was pulling him down. Forcing Jekyll to go with him which Jekyll isnt trying to do to Hyde.

Thank you lyn and Fritz for what you found out while I was asleep

Hyde isnt an organic human, but just a product of Jekyll, and it brings up if the host (Jekylls body/Jekyll) dies then what will it do for Hyde’s life. Jekyll most likely dosent know he’s killing Hyde by killing himself but it is just a side effect

But I would also argue that it might not be, for one, when it was happening to Jekyll it was way worse, he was grabbing his chest in pain and was barley even able to stand, Jekyll is the host body who wouldn’t have died if Hyde did, so shouldn’t it be 10 times worst for Hyde?

It also brings up Hyde’s anxiety, in this moment hyde is scared from being left alone and is terrified that Lanyon has found him like this. The pounding of his heart could be a start of a panic attack instead of a sign that Jekyll is killing him.

Either way, a full blown Panic attack would be an interesting thing to see Hyde experience in front of Lanyon and show how more of an exposure to to the real world is effecting him. If Hyde is going to die from Jekyll, I dont think it’s happening just yet

Ok ok! Now to the dialogue

Hyde trying to still show he’s tough even though it’s obvious in his face he’s lost, scared, panicked. He’s keeping up his persona but he looks like he is going to break soon.

He is just as emotionally vulnerable as Jekyll and he needs his reputation as much as Jekyll desires his

ALSO LANYON TREATING HYDE AS A PERSON FINALLY???? He seems to have accepted that Hyde and Jekyll are the same person, bringing up a memory he had WITH JEKYLL while saying YOU to hyde.

While Jekyll and Hyde arent the same people, it is a start. It’s almost like he’s trying to reach out to Jekyll in Hydes mind, but Jekyll may be far to gone

Haha, oh Jekyll would, now now, before we get into the story it makes me wonder if Lanyon thinks this was Jekyll’s Hyde showing which is why he brought it up, he dosent exactly know what part of Jekyll he was always talking to.

Woah, Jekyll not wanting to lie to the people who have been nice to him, crazy Idea! /j I just giggled at a stupid joke

I do find it interesting how Jekyll has changed from back them, not fully, he was still desperate to get people to aprove of him, a people pleaser at heart. Yet now, Jekyll is a lot more willing to let a “little” lie slide under the rug if it means he can still keep his reputation up.

He is still a people pleaser and seeing it when he was younger shows why he decided to remove Hyde from himself.

Also jekyll is literally on his knees begging for this simple chance that Lanyons parents wont even find out about, he is truly just desperate to be liked and accepted.

Lanyon is really smart, as seen, but is holding himself back because he wants it to seem that he dosent need his fathers approval or attention but is instead is proving how much his father floods his mind.

He’s not doing this for himself, he is doing it to spite his father, trying to go against Him, not because he dosnet care about school or what people think, but instead Because he cares too much. He is trying to trick himself into thinking it dosnet Matter but it does matter to him what his father thinks.

Also Jekyll being so scared of being called a monster shows how even from the beginning he didn’t like the hyde part of himself and how he really just wanted to be accepted, he doesn’t want to be perceived as a monster even after all of these years he just wants to be liked

This story of the past dosent seem to be over yet so we’ll have to wait until next week for the rest

[hijackalx]

FORLORN +18

SUMMARY: Gortash attempts to fill the void you left with your changeling kin.

WORD COUNT: 3020

UNDER THE CUT: F!reader, dark urge reader, gortash fucks orin in your shape, lowkey angsty, dom!gortash, brat!orin, they dont like each other, stripping, blindfolding, cowgirl, choking, gortash keeps his clothes on, experimental with POVs lol

Enver swirls the scarce amount of liquor around in his glass, staring at his warped reflection inside.

His reach falters after glancing over at the bottle on his desk, realizing that it has just a few measly drops remaining. He huffs, slumping deeper into his seat. The hand resting in his disheveled hair falls down his face, tugging at his flushed cheeks.

You've been gone for a month now. Orin told him that she hurt you— that she did something terrible. The details of the event are lost on him, as she won't even spare as much as the exact time it happened.

He supposes that's for the best, otherwise he'd find ways to blame himself worse than he already does. He should've kept Orin away from you, he should've seen the signs.

But he didn't. And now you're gone.

In his grief, images of you in his mind satiate him temporarily; how you'd laugh at his jokes with blood lacing your teeth, how you'd dance for him in the viscera of your victims. His dearest remembrance may be the way you always clung to him, glued to his side like an attack dog awaiting its next order. You were so eager to please, just as he was eager to reward you.

As per usual, these images gradually spiral into something more risqué, a haunting reminder of how deeply your connection had evolved just before you disappeared. A memory of you responding coyly to his praise turns into you looking desperate and pliant beneath him. An accidental graze of your hand turns into you scratching and tearing at his skin while he has his way with you. He reaches over his shoulder to grace one of the affected areas, making note of how much it's healed, taking any traces of you with it in the process.

More importantly, he recalls the way his hands felt on your body. The rough, warmth of his palms knew every inch of your skin, though it seems nowadays their memory grows hazy. He can't forget, and he'll take whatever measures he has to in preventing that.

Even if those measures in-dignify him like no other, he'll do it— for you.

He stares at the button on his desk with reluctance. A pit opens up in his stomach as a hesitant finger hovers over it. Gods, has he drank too much? Or is he going to be sick with humiliation?

He clears his throat, preparing to maintain a steady impression of sobriety.

"... Somebody locate and escort Orin to my office."

He wonders if they've caught on to what that means by now. The thought is brief as he shoos it away like a burdensome fly, his chair creaking while he sinks into it once again.

It isn't long before the doors open. Orin enters the office accompanied by a Steel Watcher, the machine following her close behind.

She smugly approaches his desk, a conquering grin on her face that he'd like to wipe off with methods he shouldn't say aloud.

The Steel Watcher turns on its heels, taking a few heavy steps before leaving them in the quiet of the room.

Alone.

Enver downs the last of his drink in one, quick motion. His dark eyes follow Orin's figure, though they almost seem to look right through her.

She circles him like a vulture, her hand trailing over his arm. "Well," she starts, her voice as theatric and ear-piercing as always. "I do hope you have something different in mind for today, little lord."

His lips hold a tight line, his gaze fixing on the scattered papers atop his desk. "Change," he demands.

Orin huffs exasperatedly from behind his chair. "Agh! Again with the pouting and moping—!" her voice warps mid-sentence, carrying a familiar lilt that makes his heart skip a beat. "— you're no less of a sorry excuse for a tyrant than when I was around to see it."

His head turns quickly as she comes back into view, no longer herself, but you. He swallows harshly, his mouth parting as he gazes upon your dearly missed features.

It's like you're really there— as long as he avoids your eyes, that is. She can never get them quite right, and they pull him out of his fantasy like a sucker punch.

He reaches out for you, his plated grasp cooly caressing your wrist. Flipping your hand, he runs his thumb over your palm, admiring every line and crevice. How often he tended to the wounds gifted by your own fits of violence, how often he'd kissed your blood-stained fingertips.

Orin sneers and roughly jerks herself away. "Cease your bleeding heart," she hisses. "Lest I rip it out."

She laughs in his face cruelly, relishing in the idea of clawing through his chest and pulling the blood-pumping organ from its chamber.

He shakes off the surprise from being slung back into reality so coarsely. With grit teeth, he catches her by her forearm and yanks her face just inches from his. "Behave, or I will do away with you like any other useless object."

Stunned, her irises dart back and forth between his, her features contorting into a mixture of fear and submission. Through frowned lips, she utters with a shaky breath, "... you'd really do that to me?"

For a moment, her disguise is all too convincing, and he finds himself instantly regretting his loss of temper.

Orin's trickery becomes obvious as she bursts into another fit of maniacal laughter. "You're weak, little lord! Oh, how I wish to carve your expression into your face so you might carry it forever!"

Enver slouches, his fingers massaging his temple while she prattles on. How much of this is really worth it? He gets to see you again, but not without paying the price of mental torment.

"Every second they're gone, you soften like the flesh of a babe!"

A deep exhale leaves his nose. "I've changed my mind. Away with you." He waves her off dismissively. He supposes he'll just have to find you in the dark room of a brothel instead.

Her cackling ceases, the split corners of her mouth falling. She appears to contemplate for a moment before dropping to her knees. "No, no," she begs, crawling closer so she can lay her head in his lap. "I'll be good."

He stares down at her with little regard— at how she looks up at him with a hint of desperation. She's in character again, but for how long? He's had enough of her games.

Just as he's about to double down, she speaks once more, "You know I can be good—" her lips pull into a convincing smile, sly and quick. "—Enver."

The sound of you speaking his name again is so much sweeter than anything his imagination could ever conjure. It grabs him by the jaw, paralyzing him.

He becomes heavily fixated on how your fingers tease at his inner thigh, the digits so delicate and nimble; how they wander so endearingly with their faux innocence. His breaths heighten, the tendons in his hand becoming prominent as he flexes it to maintain composure.

She lifts her head as he cups her cheek. Her look of triumph is ripped away when his slithering hand burrows into her hair and yanks, angling her head upward. She responds with a glare and a scowl.

Slowly, he leans closer, anticipation looming in the air before he speaks. "Undress," he orders, the alcohol on his breath filling her flared nostrils.

After she's released, she takes stance just outside the parting of his knees. Holding the intensity of his gaze, she reaches for the buttons of your blouse. She knows the drill— strip for him, nice and slow. It's the same every time.

Once she undoes the final button, she lets the soft fabric slip down your shoulders, revealing your supple breasts. He stares from under his brow as she runs her hands over them, using her thumb to play with your nipple.

Letting the shirt fall to the floor, she moves on to your pants. They wriggle off of your hips, revealing silky, touchable skin.

He runs his tongue over his lip as she sneaks a finger under the hem of your panties, letting them snap back against your body teasingly.

A warning glance is sent her way as she takes double the time removing the final garment. She rolls her eyes, dropping them to the floor with the rest of your clothing.

His chest rises with a slow, deep breath, reveling in the sight of you; how badly he wishes it weren't a facade.

As she approaches him, his lustful gaze follows your figure from the bottom up. Once he reaches your eyes, he stops there, lingering. His expression becomes rigid, and he puts out a hand to stop her from climbing onto him.

She leers at him with an already-knowing stare, then scoffs before wandering off towards his bedroom.

"Such a demanding, scrutinizing little bastard," she can be heard mumbling in the distance, distaste on her tongue.

When she returns, she has a black piece of fabric in her palms. She offers it to him, and he raises it to her face. It covers her eyes, blinding her once he ties a knot at the back of her head.

He's almost taken aback as he looks her over again— now, without traces of Orin in your gaze, he sees you.

You're finally allowed access to his lap. Although, your face has tensed, a deepness to your brow. "I make no mistakes. Any imperfections you notice are merely a reflection of your own sickly, deteriorating mind." You cradle him, letting his hands run over your body. "Perhaps you'd like me to take a look inside and fix that for you."

He ignores the words spoken under the guise of your voice, instead focusing on how your skin feels in his grasp once again. It's so warm and soft, so impossibly smooth. His fingertips trace over your beauty marks and scars as if to ensure they're where he remembers.

One of his bare fingers runs through the folds of your cunt, reinforcing the memories of its wet, velvety touch. His cock twitches, recalling how you'd tighten while you came— how he'd pump you full of his own cum time and time again.

Impatient, you grind down on his hard-on, and he responds with a sharp inhale. You continue the motion, getting off on how he feels through his pants.

He rakes in his bottom lip as he watches your lower half stir. His burly hands find purchase on your hips, the golden points on his fingers threatening to draw blood.

Unable to put it off any longer, he frees his cock from his boxers, giving himself a few pumps with his hand while ogling your figure. He uses his thumb to bring precum to your lips, which you clean off with your tongue.

An anticipatory groan erupts deep in his throat as he adjusts himself so that you can take him in.

Since you can no longer see, you rely on him to guide you onto his length. He's so large and difficult to accommodate— that was something you always struggled with.

He lolls his head back as his tip breaches your entrance, your pillowy walls satiating the hunger in him that'd been brewing so deep.

A few moments pass and he's able to sink into you a bit further. He knows it aches as it forces your legs wider apart, but he loves that you try. You've always tried for him.

A shuddering exhale leaves his lips as you begin to move, gripping his forearms while he steadies you by your waist. His hold is secure, yet an underlying buzz of anxiousness hides within it.

You let out sounds of slight discomfort as he stretches you out. His hand lifts to comfort you, but it quickly retracts before making contact. He had almost forgotten that you are not you.

His face hardens at the realization, a sudden wave of hatred and anger rattling his bones. It's Orin's fault you're not here, why's he wasting his time being gentle with her?

With a curl to his lip, his gold fingertips latch onto her, and he forces her the rest of the way down. She yowls, a pained arch in her back.

In a quick act of retaliation, she smacks him across the face. The noise reverberates through the room's tall ceilings, followed by silence. He turns to look at her again, a red mark beginning to taint his cheek.

"I will hang you from the rafters by your own intestines!" She shrieks at him, her nails digging into his exposed chest. Leaning close to his ear, she hisses, "I may look like your spineless little whore, but I can assure you our similarities are few and far between—!"

Her sentence is cut off as a hand wraps around her throat, pushing on her esophagus with increasing pressure. She chokes, pulling at his decorated fingers to no avail.

"If I hear you utter such disrespect again, I'll see to it that you're rendered unrecognizable and scattered throughout the trenches of this city," he threatens lowly and quick, a snarl on his face while he watches her squirm.

He can practically see his threat playing out in her mind like some sick fantasy. The corners of her mouth twitch before spreading into an uncontrollable smile. "Quite... the Lothario... tyrant boy," she pushes a moan past his grip that evolves into excited laughter.

His hold loosens as she begins to move up and down his length once more. Her jaw— your jaw— falls slack as you take pleasure from him filling you up. He finds himself captivated by how your cunt strains around him, leaving a creamy residue behind.

"Fuck," he mutters defeatedly, feeling himself weaken by the second. For as long as she looks like you, she has the upper hand.

Once the strength of his chokehold wavers, he allows you to take his hand and touch yourself with it, guiding it over your breasts and waist. Your hands contrast heavily; he's quite fond of how dainty yours look in comparison.

His touch settles at your hips, fastening you in his grasp as he begins to fuck you from beneath. He stares up at your partially covered face as you bounce in his lap, watching how each sound you make leaves your mouth.

He starts to feel that familiar anxiousness once again— he needs more control, he needs to dominate. In one swift movement, he picks you up and lays you over the documents on his desk, scattering most of them to the floor.

He directs your thighs around his torso, spreading you open further. Your back arches as he bottoms out in one quick thrust, the hair at his base brushing against you.

With one hand he secures your wrists above your head, then balances himself with the other. The jewelry lacing his clothing clatters as he slams into you repeatedly, a throaty moan leaving his lips.

There's a sense of deprivation to him, so much so that it drips from his every movement, every touch, every sound. He starves like a lowly stray, and you've always been the only hand he won't bite.

You begin to glow with a sheen of sweat, though he refrains from tasting the salt on your skin. The harsh reality of your condition hangs in the back of his mind, and he worries that even a grain of intimacy will enable it to come forward. Despite how badly he wishes to kiss your lips and bruise your neck, he just can't.

He moans as his body grows tense, his pace losing its consistent rhythm. His cheeks are flushed, a haziness to his gaze as he grips your wrists tighter, leaving marks behind.

With bared teeth, his eyes screw shut. He reaches his climax, and you let out soft whimpers as he rams into you with a few final hard thrusts. In just seconds, hot, thick cum stains your walls and threatens to leak onto the desk.

His head hangs wearily as he catches his breath, allowing himself to come down from his high. He looks you over— how you lay, unmoving and quiet. Something that can only be described as remorse twists in his stomach, though it's not unfamiliar in this circumstance.

Then, there's silence. It infects the atmosphere of the office, bordering on unsettling.

He exhales, running his fingers through the hair sticking to his forehead. Pulling out of you, he begins the process of recomposing himself. While adjusting his pants, he notices your body writhing and twitching in his peripheral.

Every trace of your likeness slowly withers away, transforming you back into your true form— Orin.

She lifts the blindfold from her eyes, a terribly wide grin on her black lips. She sits up on the desk, taking delight in the slight horror on his features. "How could I ever tire of that look?" she hums.

With a thick swallow, his expression contorts into anger. He observes the mess they've made— the paperwork strung all over the floor, the spilled ink dripping from its canister. "Get out." A crease forms between his brows as he starts gathering documents.

She lingers a moment longer, swinging her crossed legs as they hang off the edge.

Her lack of urgency is enough to make the already-taut rage in him snap. "GET OUT!" he shouts in her face, the papers in his hand crinkling under his unforgiving grip.

She hops onto the floor, her hands folded behind her back as she stares up into his glower. The tension grows between them like an unsightly weed while neither shies away.

As if in thought, her mouth parts before she finally speaks, "... I'll see you again soon, lordling."

Shortly after that, she turns to leave, his eyes following.

Her words ring in his ears, causing his upright shoulders to sink. His hand pulls on the lower half of his face defeatedly, a loud sigh escaping his nose.

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 11

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10

A/n : - I thought we had too little Jing Yuan, so here, I'm giving you some bits to enjoy heheheh though its a little angstyyy Honest question though, should (Y/n) really in between Blade and Jing Yuan ? I mean, I dont mind a full blown harem kalsdjlka

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As (Y/n) was busy trying to push away her own thoughts and Bailu's worrying, suddenly she was approached by an individual from behind. (Y/n) looked up to see the blanked face trailblazer looking at her.

"Lady (Y/n), Dahao asked me to bring you with us to the Realm-Keeping Commission. He said there is something you must hear." Stelle said, looking straight at (Y/n) with her golden eyes.

"A-ah, alright." (Y/n) said, her embarrassment washing off and she calmed down. Bailu whined, hoping that (Y/n) didn't have to go, but what choice did (Y/n) have, right ?

It must be important if they're looking for to join the Astral Express team, who were requested by the General himself.

So (Y/n) nodded and got up, bidding farewell to reluctant Bailu. She promised to buy Bailu some snacks next time and Bailu immediately brightened up and nodded, waving off the older Vidyadhara more cheerfully.

"Ah, Lady (Y/n). You're here too," the older man said, looking at (Y/n) as Stelle brought her into the Realm-Keeping Commission. The rest of the team were already there, so it seems like Stelle was the last of them to arrive to go get (Y/n).

"Yes…sorry I'm late." (Y/n) said, bowing her head a little before being dismissed by the Realm-Keeping Commission officer.

"No, no ! My Lady, you were of great help in helping the Dragon Lady to suppress the Mara-struck, even going as far as to assist in combat. The General will hear of this." Dahao said, as if quite flustered by the appearance of the lady even though it was him who had called her over.

"My Lady…? Is Lady (Y/n) another big shot ?" March asked, looking at (Y/n). To which (Y/n) of course shook her head.

"No. I am just but another resident of the Xianzhou Luofu, the same species as Miss Bailu," (Y/n) said modestly, and honestly, not even bothering to look at the group that had turned to look at the horned woman. "I was…just someone highly regarded in the distant past."

"O-oh…"

Dahao coughed into his fist, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "As I'm sure you're aware, symptoms of Mara have been spreading ever since the Stellaron incident occurred."

"Thanks to the Ten-Lords Commission, had long since become a terrifying but avoidable fate for the Xianzhou Natives…The puzzling thing is that despite the Commission's protection, we're now seeing an increase…" Dahao explained to the Trailblazers, and (Y/n) herself.

"More and more clients -- in particular those dealing with great risks and stress like the Cloud Knights -- are becoming stricken with Mara." Dahao said with a heavy sigh, a hand to his head as if wondering where everything had gone wrong, though the answer was much clear.

"Moreover, the Mara-struck have taken on a horrifying appearance -- as they're turning into some sort of monster… This certainly differs from what I thought I knew about the illness…" Dahao continued, and (Y/n) frowned.

"The mutations are worse than what I remembered. Back then…the monsters were exactly like this, but only those who ere directly affected by the Plagues Author. Not the ones with mere…spores in them." (Y/n) said, recalling of what little memory she had of the times that were said to be the most glorious but most disastrous for the entire Luofu.

"You…you've seen the Plagues Author…?" March asked and in the back she heard Stelle say ; "For real ?"

"No. I've never seen them…" (Y/n) said and she looked to Dahao for help on explaining her situation. And Dahao laughed softly, as (Y/n) looked at him like a little kitten, even though she was as proud just now.

"(Y/n) here…is one of the expert doctors. A veteran with knowledge of old. She had just went through an accident and is slowly trying to regain her memories, so far she had shown some signs of regaining those memories." Dahao said simply and (Y/n) nodded in confirmation.

There was too much about her, too little time to tell. And she was feeling quite insecure about telling everyone how old she actually is and how long she's been asleep. Even though it technically wasn't her fault.

"Oh, I got this paper from one of the Mara-struck soldiers." Stelle said, handing out a paper with writing on it, looking like a prescription.

Dahao read it for a moment and his expression reflects disbelief from what he was reading. He immediately calls over (Y/n) with a wave of his hand, the horned woman came to his side. She leaned over his shoulder to try read out what was given, and her eyes widened.

Even for a woman that had just woken up from her slumber, she was familiar with the words etched on the thin piece of paper. It was much known to all Xianzhou residents.

The history that had the Xianzhou in peril thousands of years ago, the reason for her incomplete rest.

"This...where did you get this ?" (Y/n) exclaimed, looking up at Stelle with surprise.

"I got it when we fought a Mara-struck soldier when we first came here. I thought that since we're in an archive, you might know of this." Stelle said, looking completely innocent.

"Isn't this...a cure for Mara...?" Stelle asked, regarding the letter in (Y/n)'s hands. And the dragon woman shook her head and turned to look at Dahao.

"This is beyond the matters of the Realm-Keeping Commission, Lady (Y/n). You should contact the Seat of Divine Foresight about this matter..." Dahao said gravely and (Y/n) nodded, taking out her phone.

"I think I should call Jing Yuan about this...this is...something the Ten-Lords Commission should jurisdictate..." (Y/n) said as she walked away into the archives to have some privacy.

"Princess ? I wasn't expecting a call from you. Is something the matter ?" Jing Yuan's gentle voice flowed from the device and to her ear.

"Jing Yuan...sorry to bother you. It's urgent..." (Y/n) said, a little guilt in her voice.

"Anything for you, princess. Now tell me, what is it that has you so ruffled up, hm?" "Stelle handed us a letter disguised as a prescription letter, but the contents...were about one of the Seven Unpardonable Sins..."

"I see. It is indeed a grave situation you're faring with there, (Y/n)." he said seriously, all manner of playfulness missing. "Unfortunately, I'm on the way with a meeting with Ten-Lords Commission, so I am unable to personally asses the circumstances."

"But fret not. I will be sending Qingzu in my place. She should know what to do." Jing Yuan said warmly, his voice light with a little smile from his end.

"Thank you, Jing Yuan..." (Y/n) said with a soft sigh.

"You make sure you keep yourself safe, alright, my Moon ?" (Y/n) heard from the other end, causing her cheeks to heat up for some unknown reason.

"Y-yes. I promise, Jing Yuan..." (Y/n) she said softly, ending the call with a small smile of her own.

He knew it was wrong.

But he couldn't help himself.

She was the lover of his friend.

And fate ripped them apart before they could manage to properly tie the red string of fate to each other. After all, they were the infamous star-crossed lovers, tales of woe being sung by the Vidyadhara people.

The Moon Dancer and The Craftsman.

Or known to him as Dan Jia and Yingxing.

Jing Yuan stared at the device in his hands, a frown on his lips.

Was it selfish of him to want her to stay ?

Was it selfish of him to want a companion who had somewhat memory of their glorious past ? A friend who used to know him and still knows him.

Was it wrong of him to think this way when he let go of his once-dear friend into the night to reunite with the love of his life...?

Jing Yuan wondered if they have met yet...?

He just hoped...that maybe she could give him a chance too...

The Dragon Lady was always someone that was admired by eyes of all ages, species and genders. She was a shy, gentle, polite soul, the opposite of her cold, harsh and arrogant older brother.

"Yuan !" the female would call out. She was young, with vibrant (e/c) eyes and clear skin, and lovely (h/c) hair embedded with flowers or accessories. She was neither young nor old, neither a girl nor a woman. She was in between.

"Lady Dan Jia !" the teenage lieutenant would call out, just as he would everyday after he trained. He would set down his weapon, and come running towards the Saltator Lunae who waved happily at him.

Unlike with Dan Feng who had known since his knight years, he had come to know this young lady when he was already lieutenant. Dan Feng thought that she wasn't yet ready to meet with the others.

Since the first time he had set eyes on the beautiful lady, he was awestruck. The shy way she averted her eyes when they first met, the softness and timidness in her voice, now had changed into warm gazes from her (e/c) eyes, and a bright smile forming on her lips.

Though young, he wasn't stupid enough to realize the feelings in him. The thumping of his heart whenever he saw her, the way he would instantly turn whenever he heard her voice, the pique of interest whenever she was mentioned.

Though young, he knew that he was in love with the sister High Elder of the Luofu.

Though young, he understood the cracking feeling in his chest when he heard his crush to be wed to one of his older friends. A more capable and astounding young man, the master of the Furnace of Creation. He smiled bitterly when he saw the two present their rings upon agreeing to tie the knot.

Though young, he knew that he harbored deep jealousy towards his own friend that took away his light.

Though young, he accepted the shattering feeling in his chest when he held the cold, barely living, body in his arms as he returned her to the Vidyadhara egg beneath the sea. The Pearl Keepers were kind enough to allow the General to carry her to the depths meant for her species.

Though mature, he knew that he could never forget the feelings he had for her, albeit unrequited.

With a final gift to her, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, for the first and last time as tears ran down his cheeks.

Or so he thought.

Imagine his joy when the Pearl cracked, releasing the same woman he loved for years from its walls. He cried in joy, holding her close to his chest, pushing away the worried eyes of the Pearl keepers and Elders around him.

She was still here.

He still had a chance to make things right.

For years he watched over her, never finding it a pain to visit her sleeping body, until the day she opened her eyes. He would tell her about his days, the little grumbles he voiced out from his job in the Seat of Divine Foresight.

Imagine his joy when her eyes finally opened. Though she called herself (Y/n), it was still her.

And he'd still love her either way.

"Are you alright with letting her out of your sight ? She's still quite frail." Yanqing said as he looked up to his master.

"Yes. She'll be perfectly fine." Jing Yuan said with a small smile. "A bird should never be caged, and to let it fly free. The same goes to her. Should I not let her roam the ship ? Let her walk around, take in sights, meet people and learn new things. At least...I can still take care of her from afar."

"I am not as powerless as I was back then." Jing Yuan said with a soft chuckle, making Yanqing perk his head in curiosity, but decided against asking.

"It's alright. I want to let her roam free a little. Then, I'll need her to join me in a few tasks." the lion said, before turning to face his retainer.

"Come, Yanqing. There are matters to settle." he said, before walking off.

[fatcatlittlebox]

What do you make of the people unironically rooting for celeborn to appear. Someone on twitter was saying that Galadriel has been “yearning” for her husband to come back and I was like, girl where. She mentioned him in all of ONE scene LAST season. Like there is one man Galadriel has certainly been obsessing shaking crying over for the whole series to date and it’s not her husband.

It would be tricky introducing Celeborn because they dont have the rights to the Unfinished Tales or Silm where most of their marriage backstory is described. But even if they did have those rights, there are alot of gaps and instances where Celeborn and Galadriel are doing their own thing. So his absence right now, though not accurate to canon, is not uncharacteristic from what Tolkien described. Id be interested if they make it a new love story for Gal or paint him to be a problematic guy. The text suggests that he’s kind of like a dwarf racist. Her one mention of him also hinted at a little tension.

I do think she misses him in the way one misses their youth and innocence. I don’t consider that yearning though. In the show it’s suggested he was lost in war when they were both very young in their marriage. And that they met when she was dancing in a glade. This is what I mean by an example of chivalric love. Celeborn, a prince, falls in love at first sight with a pretty princess. But ROP has made it very clear that Galadriel is no damsel in distress. In fact, all of the love stories on ROP are a total repudiation of this ideal. This story she tells also paints a pretty descriptive picture of who they both were at the time when they were married. Which is to say, she was a totally different person. She mentioned being naive about the war and absent any battle scars. His armor didn’t fit which hints that neither had extensive experience in combat. Galadriel wasn’t a commander and she hadn’t seen the loss of her kin and brother that would spawn the bloodlust and vendetta she became notorious for. And even though the memories of elves never dim, that doesn’t mean she’s the same person Celeborn married. She craves power now. No matter what these online experts say, TROP got that right.

Forgetting the fact that in the text she was actively involved in elven power struggles, that she desired her own realm, Galadriel wears a ring of power. She chooses to wear it. She doesn’t have to. The other elven rings change hands. But she wears it knowing that it will effectively and fundamentally ensure that she will never be that elf dancing carefree in a glade again.

But this is why ROP Galadriel and Celeborn’s marriage is so different from the text. I can understand text Galadriel yearning for her missing husband because their backstory supports shared ambitions, war experience and they also had Celebrian by this time. But TROP Galadriel and Celeborn will not have any of that deep history. So we’ll just have to see.

[thegreymoon]

hey! what are your thoughts on TXJ bragging about SA-ing CWN in the past life in the extras? i wanna clarify i dont mean any harm or hate with this question. i simply want to know your thoughts as i dont really have anyone else to talk to about erha and i do enjoy reading your thoughts on it. i just wonder if that part was added to suggest that TXJ view of consent is still warped? but that also sort of worries me about CWN. i just want to understand why was this added after, you know, everything. free to ignore this, if you'd like! thank you!

Hey, nonny!

I don't remember TXJ bragging about sexually assaulting Chu Wanning in the extras? Sleeping with him, yes, but not necessarily assaulting him. He is actually very proud of the fact that Chu Wanning comes for him, even though he is supposedly cold, unresponsive and not so great in bed. Plus, TXJ is an unreliable narrator and we know that after Chu Wanning found out about the curse laid on him, he started having sex with him willingly. We also know that even though Chu Wanning might objectively be terrible in bed, he is actually fantastic for any version of Mo Ran, who knows no greater pleasure in life than bedding him.

With that said, yes, I am sure that his view of consent is still warped. This side of Mo Ran is still extremely stunted in the extras. He is operating with the mind of a man whose brain stopped developing at 15, compounded by decades of additional damage. He is doing his best but he is still functioning on baser instincts and lowered inhibitions. TXJ's saving grace is that under it all, he is still Mo Ran and as such, he is not really evil. He talks a big game but without the corrupting foreign influence in him, he does not enjoy causing pain to anyone, least of all Chu Wanning, whom he adores. His causing petty mischief, being shameless and threatening people left and right is just his insecurity speaking because all he knew was to seize power through terror and outrage, and he is now struggling to find his footing in a world where he no longer has any.

With that said, TXJ had always been preoccupied with Chu Wanning's consent. He wanted him to want it. His ultimate desire was not having sex with Chu Wanning, but Chu Wanning wanting to have sex with him. Once Chu Wanning was defeated, Mo Ran could have raped him at any time, yet he still went through the farce of threatening Xue Meng to coerce him to "consent". Now, we all know that consent under duress isn't really consent, but he needed that illusion at least. He started drugging Chu Wanning early on because satiating his own lust was not what brought him pleasure, it was drawing out reactions from Chu Wanning because he wanted him to want it. Even 1.0 says that nothing ever got him as excited as getting any acknowledgement, any reaction from Chu Wanning whatsoever, let alone making him come over and over again.

When TXJ enters the second timeline's world and subsumes all of MZS's memories, he is wildly jealous of the fact that Chu Wanning slept with him in this other world willingly, with no coercion necessary. This is what he wants, but if he cannot have it, he is willing to resort to force to get the closest thing possible. However, even with TXJ, after a certain point, Chu Wanning was willing and a lot of their sex in the latter half of their marriage was both insane and consensual, and TXJ is incredibly proud of each and every orgasm he ever squeezed out of Chu Wanning.

In the extras, it is very clear that Chu Wanning consents and that he enjoys TXJ's show of force. It is a game between them. Mo Ran in his MZS mode is too careful, too insistent on explicit consent which embarrasses him. Chu Wanning is still willing to have sex under the influence of aphrodisiacs in the extras and I think it is too big of a reach to assume that TXJ is forcing him to do anything at this point, when he's in his full power and it is clear even from outer space that he has TXJ wrapped around his little finger. Mo Ran in general (but TXJ in particular) lives and breathes for Chu Wanning's approval, so making him come any time, even if he is "unwilling" is TXJ's ultimate reassurance. Of course he is going to brag.

However, I do fully believe that if Chu Wanning was to seriously reject him, TXJ in control of his mental faculties (though this applies to MZS too) would not continue to force him, but would instead spiral into self-loathing and self-destruct. He is only semi-functional now because of Chu Wanning's constant acceptance and reassurance. TXJ's final form is MZS, after all, and I do believe that he will eventually get as close to it as possible, as all of Mo Ran's soul pieces merge and TXJ takes in some of the healing, while MZS takes on some of the damage. Ultimately, there will be balance, but in the meantime, all of Mo Ran's needs and deeper nature are going to be more pronounced and more volatile in TXJ.

In short, I think it is pretty clear that Chu Wanning is the one in control in the extras and if he was at all bothered by TXJ's nonsense and wanted to shut him up, he would absolutely do it. As things stand, though, he is living for the drama and the unhinged sex. He is consenting to everything and doing so enthusiastically.

[fictionfixations]

the dawn knight in place of yuu

MAJOR JP BOOK 7 SPOILERS

(anyway i like calling him the knight of dawn but also thats too many words for a name im going to be repeating a lot throughout this post so dawn knight)

okay so. i was thinking about a fic to write where a character had a part of themselves appear somewhere else? like ive been getting into omniscient reader but i have a diff story im trying to commit to rn so i cant really write something with it when i dont really know shit that happens besides like end game spoilers lOl

but i find the idea of like the 49/51 (?) interesting? i think thats the right numbers. no context to people who dont know what that means but that part broke me even though all i know about omniscient reader is by reading a shit ton of orv fanfiction. my heart man... sob.

but so anyways my mind wandered to the dawn knight

kudos to that like one fic where the dawn knight's soul appeared and attached itself to yuu except i read it when i didnt even know who he was but i thought maybe he was a buddy of lilia so im just reading and getting confused on like no why you no like lilia what (also he doesnt remember iirc and i think that was just like a instinctual feeling cause yknow humans vs fae??) but uh i know context now lMFAO

but like

just imagine this person who looks like silver but blonde. who doesnt remember who he is (as hes kind of more of just a fragment of his soul? but like he appears in NRC and not RSA because he still has a lingering attachment towards silver. wanting to see him grow because he never got the chance to)

who worries over silver

is a little nervous around fae, but maybe this is ooc but like without all the pressure from what the fuck was his name henrik(??) and like the people around him who are all anti-fae, cause he wouldve liked it if they couldve been in peace and stuff yknow? and also without those memories so its not too difficult for him to get past that and see them as people who will probably not harm others (LOOK i just want twst characters to be happy man cause everything is so sad :((( )

anyway lilia has grown since then and doesnt hate humans. maybe he doesnt exactly know how to feel about the dawn knight (UM like cause meleanor. or is it maleanor? i think thats EN spelling but tbh if not for en i wouldnt know how tf to spell it. but uh ykNOW.. he kinda. uh. still killed.)

but then maybe it becomes clear that this dawn knight (who needs an actual name. dawn sounds too on the nose and i dont think lilia associates dawn with positive feelings considering when maleanor died didnt it turn dawn or something. and then they broke down because shes DEAD.???)

is not the same dawn knight he met so long ago.

like

idk

think about it in like a. okay im pulling out honkai star rail examples now. but think of it maybe like dan feng and dan heng where they're like reincarnations of each other? but not the same person? (some people think of them as still the same considering i think(? its been a hot minute since i went through story) those memories of those reincarnations are then shared to other incarnations to help them in high elder duty thingy whatever its called but i think of them as entirely different people who happen to look similar)

i guess you could view it as a 'i once was [this], but now im this and im not the same person who did all those things'

EDIT: I AM WRONG. 2.5 spoilers but its mentioned that someone made dan heng remember his past life so its NOT canon that they remember their past life. "...led her to perform certain healing arts on Dan Heng, who had just finished his hatching rebirth, so that he would regain the memories of his past life?" but anyway thats how it turned out so uh just pretend that i mean reincarnating/past life type deal but stlil having some of those memories of the former life

idk maybe theres some lilia treating him as another son since like. all three of them are orphans who were taken in???? like its implied parallel of lilia being taken in by the mal... dRACONIA family sorry i forgot the last name om. and the dawn knight being taken in by the whoever is in charge. like the dad of henrik(?) and that person whose name i cant remember i think it was leah who the dawn knight liked and married? but so anyway they both got taken in by a family and owe them a debt and fight for them (and care for them. although idk about henrik ew, but he was also like. wanting princess glow(???) which could supposedly grant wishes i think to like cure their ill father, and saying that the dawn knight should do it for leah or something? i cant remember but he convinced him with something something leah)

i dont know where im going with this thought but like. i remember the dawn knight said something like. if things could be different? but like it cant be because they've gone too far now to forgive each other? but like he wanted there to be peace.

i remember thinking about lilia's wish in the wish upon a star event, maybe it was similar i cant recall exactly

Lilia: My wish is... ...for humans, fae, and all other species to live in harmony. [Img of the wishing star] Trey: Haha, wow. That's a pretty ambitious wish. Lilia: To join joyous hands with one another is no simple feat, even for those among the same species... To say nothing of the difficulties across species divides. You've learned about our history, have you not? All the countless tales of our failure to compromise, and the resulting conflicts? I have no desire to see such history repeated. So I make the same wish every Starsending.

like the dawn knight expressed regret that it had to be this way and wanted things to change but it was far too late. but like. he never did that stuff now (well lilia will remember so poor grandpa but. he's also been really forgiving towards humans when doing it for someone? like he endures it? like when he was searching for a way to hatch malleus and these people were really against lilia for being fae when he just existed, and he didnt fight back because it would paint a bad picture for the draconias? there was another example related to silevr but i cant remember it im. not what i was thinking about but theres also when he contemplated killing baby silver but changed his mind because he'd been trying to teach malleus to like. 'walk in time with his neighbor' and so and so and i forgot what he said but that how could he do that when he should be like setting an example for malleus or something right?)

also silver learning who his parents are in a maybe less traumatic way (like NOT running away knowing malleus' mom might die and then oh shit the ceiling collapsed and IS THAT THE ENEMY oh god please dont let malleus' egg be hurt and then he shares the same face as me? and that ring-- cue silver hating himself and being dragged in by darkness and i am just sobbing my eyes out like no silver he loved you so much :((( )

and even if lilia still holds anything against the dawn knight. still has lingering feelings even towards this not-dawn knight. that he wouldnt want to condemn the dawn knight, and then have silver condemn himself for being of that blood even though he didnt even do anything yknow?

and then when lilia dies he can meet up with the ghosts of maleanor and raverne (is that spelled right? i genuinely cant remember the EN spelling but it was something like that. uhh.??) and i know thats sad but i want lilia to be able to spend more time with maleanor and raverne too yknow? but im not sure how to do that

maybe. like the. the the . council? i cant remember its name fshuidfh but those assholes who appeared when we made it to. blackscale(?) castle... ? i. forgor. maleficia(THATS GRANDMA RIGHT?? i get so confused by who is who in draconia) castle??

but like when we get there with malleus' egg and then maleanor dies

and theres just these voices of long dead old geezers who are bitches to lilia and i hate them and i dont know how they're still there and can talk but i dont want maleanor there because they're horrible. also they literally said her sacrifice was like noble or some shit like that and im just like BITCH- (also lilia is banned from the capital or something isnt he?? like i mean he can still visit the castle. but secretly. but still :( )

so i just think.

fully getting over stuff. heart demons. talking things out. lilia gets to talk about stuff for the first time in awhile (remember when like literally no one talked about the circumstances regarding malleus' birth or something so silver and sebek just had no idea what they were getting into??? and like i guess he could talk to baul? baur? idk which one is the one on EN i forgor. but idk man.)

not-dawn knight being a really good listener. being understanding, sharing his input where appropriate. and like he also gets some of his memories which put a lot of things into proper context. and so sharing thoughts of so and so. and just. basically this talk that spirals into moving on.

sharing frustrations, sharing things that never really got to be known.? like regrets, etc etc

since i think the last time they met was when silver father reveal, and time passed and he died so its just all these lingering things that never got to be said out loud for various reasons. like maybe because company is against so and so so to say something would be like idk maybe traitorous? i dont think thats the right word but words are hard and i keep forgetting words the moment i need them

its like. the unique point of view of talking about things between former enemies. like how they viewed things, etc etc

and then when lilias lived a full life, no regrets, he meets maleanor and raverne in the afterlife.

oh yeah also about his dorm i have no fucking idea. i honestly mostly forgot what each dorm represents but either ramshackle or diasomnia, which i know is like nobility or something? but anyway dawn knight married a princess, also i associate diasomnia with fae / briar valley which is related considering hes book 7 stuff so im pushing him there anyway

or maybe the mirror cant read him because his soul is fragmented. or maybe retcon and his soul isnt like that? idk but i like to think the other part of his soul is in the afterlife with his wife yknow? and eventually silver will be there and able to meet his mom and huggies, and acknowledging that these are who his parents are, but also that lilia is also his parent and the one who raised him yknow? there can be more than two parents in my eyes.

its just that his soul is like in half because of the part of him that wants to have seen silver grown. i think i said this earlier in the post but that since the last time he saw silver was as an infant (also he had blonde hair so-)

also wasnt infant silver asleep for like hundreds of years until it was either because someone who loved him came by (lilia) or because the spell finally wore off (which is what lilia thinks. i dont know where to put my two cents at tbh of which i think is right)

so dawn knight just sitting there in the afterlife like. ..man. my childs still not here. i mean. thats a good thing that they're not dead but like. i kinda wanna see them.

or well silvers the only one so i should be saying he but gidfhuj

also it was either leah or leia i am a dumbass? maybe leah was the EN one. idk i forgot.

anyway thats enough yapping for me

[onskepa]

You know? It would be cool if you could make a crossover between sully family and tonowary family with an old human reader who is immortal and has problems with his memory, forgetting very easily a chit chat he had a few minutes ago and can create ice like the ice king from adventure time and is not respected by any other skypeople who always make fun of him in secret and mock him but the reader leaves them be because with great powers come great responsability.

since this basically ice king persona, I watched a few compilations from that good ol' cartoon. Hope its good! Enjoy!

P.S: He is a she in this! Fem reader!

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Zerok

Memories can be either precious or haunting. Depending on the person and circumstances. Some people prefer to lose them, some desire to keep every single fragment. But some are a bit unfortunate, they simply forget. Not like it's their choice, just bad luck. 

Zerok, as many collectively call her, is the oddest person of the human bunch. Yes, everyone is weird in their own way but zerok is just on another level. Many have asked her for something, or if she can assist but zerok….

“What? But I thought you said you wanted the red wires?.....Oh that makes sense, red wires mean KABOOM!! And everyone would be dead. Yeah, you're right, green wires next time!” 

“I wish I had a beard….like a really, really, reaaaaaaaaally long beard. Why? So I can fly! Fly fly so high! And stuff my snacks in it too!” 

“Oh hi! Nice to meet you! I am….uuuuuhhhh…….” 

“Phew, thank you so much lo’ak” norm sighs in relief. Lo’ak climbs down as he just cleared out the vents. Maintaining the airways is a high task that cannot be overlooked if they want to breathe properly. 

“Anytime, uncle” lo’ak replies. 

Norm goes to a monitor to check the air quality that is now flowing. 

“All systems are good. Perfect” 

Satisfied with the current status, they both relax as they feel the cool air enter the room. 

“How are the coolers holding? I'm surprised it's still holding up all these years?” Lo’ak asks curiously. Coolers in the hellsgate has been shut down in certain areas since they are not in use. It does help to save energy and make it easier to take care of the main cooler tanks. 

“So far so good I guess. Zerok takes care of them, "Norm replies. 

“Huh!? Who said my name!? Was it you glob…?” 

Speak of the devil. Or in this case, speak of the ice queen, since now the room felt extra chilly the second she entered. 

“Dad?” lo’ak walks up to his dad with something on his mind. 

“What's up?” Jake replies. 

Lo’ak takes a moment before asking his question, “why is zerok so……odd?”. Didn't want to say weird as it might come off mean when it's not his intention. 

Jake takes a moment, scratching his head, “I honestly don't know. She was already like that when I arrived here. To be honest, she is kind of ok with me. Though she does things that are a bit out of hand…like calling everyone gunter. I have no idea why. I used to remind her, norm, max, everyone tries to remind her of our names. On lucky days she will call anyone by their names, but on not so lucky days, everyone is gunter”

Jake remembers on his first day at the hellsgate. During the briefing, even old quaritch had to warn everyone.

 “And if an old weird lady calls you gunter, just roll with it. Also keep your doors locked at night, we dont need another heart attack” 

“She is harmless and all good” 

“So then why does everyone keep their distance?” lo’ak asks another question. 

“Well, naturally humans dont always feel comfortable around odd things or others displaying odd behaviors. Their senses tell them to back away as possible danger. Or other times they just simple dont like to be near odd people” 

Lo’ak thought of that over and over. He is odd himself, yet people like to be near him. Maybe zerok is a different kind of odd?

“BOOMBAKLAAAAAAAA~!!”

Zerok jumped from the third floor all the way down to the first floor, for some unknown reason.

Norm just shivered everytime he sees her. Quite literally. Its like her presence brings coldness to the air, in times that are not needed.

“Ugh, its that old hag again…” one of the scientists mutters, ready to boil some warm water.

“I'm surprised she didn't go back like everyone else. We are better off without her” another says. But norm just looks at zerok, yeah she is so weird in so many ways but really isn't harming anyone.

“Why the need to say that?” norm asks one of the other guys.

“Come on norm, we already have spider to deal with. With her around making a mess and shit, its like having a toddler in a old persons body”

“Hey now that aint-”

“GUNTER! LOOK THIS WAY!” zerok shouted. Almost instinctively, everyone turned to see a flash of white light. She took a photo, it seems. Another thing norm doesn't understand, zerok has a niche for photography it seems, but it seems in the most random moments. Never giving anyone a moment to prepare.

“Thanks!” and she runs away, the coldness leaves with her.

Tsireya was enjoying the lake not too far from the omatikaya village. The water feeling amazing, a bit warm but amazing nonetheless. Being away from water has made her and her family feed odd. The need to be one with the element is a must. 

But as she takes in the relaxing silence, all of a sudden the water felt….cooler? 

Stopping midway of her swim, she looks around and sees an elderly human. Her hands in the edge of the lake dipping into the water. What was she doing? 

“Hi, I thought you wanted it cold. Alright bye!!!” and the odd human left. 

Tsireya couldn't help but giggle, the human was odd but funny as well.

he side, trying to take in this new update of the old woman. 

“Does she posses something to make water cold?” tsireya asks. 

Lo’ak can only shrug, “to be honest, Im not sure. Everyone keeps mentioning how the air feels colder when she is around. Cold water is news to me” 

Tsireya humms, it would be interesting if she did. 

As they walk, they saw kiri and tuk enjoying some beverages with neteyam. They walk over to see. 

“What are you guys drinking?” lo’ak asks. Tuk can only humm in happiness while neteyam offers him a bowl. 

“Try it” he says. Lo’ak looks at it, was thick in paste but looks smooth as the same time, taking a sip he knew instantly it was banana, but it was mushed and cold? He offers it to tsireya who seems to like it. 

“Its good” she compliments. 

“Zerok made it for us, don't know how but its really really good. She called it a smoothie” neteyam says. 

“Speaking of zerok, has she dont anything weird around you guys? Or seen her doing anything out of the ordinary?” lo’a asks his siblings as he and tsireya sits with them. The other siblings look at each other and try to recall anything. 

“Anything and everything she does is out of the ordinary brother, even for human customs” kiri points. Which is technically true. 

“I like her, she is funny and makes the silliest dance moves” tuk points out. Remembering the few times zerok shows off her silly dances to her. 

“Norm says not everyone likes her, that she is too much to handle” neteyam adds in. Not always he goes to the lab, but when he does, a whisper catches his attention. How many talke so mean behind the old lady. 

“Best to ask spider, he should know a thing or two” 

“She is not normal” spider says bluntly. 

Everyone groaned at his answer, “we already know that cuz” lo’ak mutters. 

Spider shook his head, “no, I mean it literally. She is not normal, like by any human standards or human capabilities” he rephrases. Now this many many head turns. 

“What do you mean by that?” kiri wonders. 

“Best she shows you, come on” 

Spider leads them through a couple of halls, turning left and right. This was tsrieya’s first time seeing human structures, so she seeks comfort by holding lo’ak’s hand. 

Spider leads them all the way down to the air generators. Lo’ak remembers norm telling him how they often need to be maintained, and that zerok is the only one who does it. They all see that the metal parts are  turning slightly red, the temperature growing warm by the second. Spider smiles at this. 

“Perfect! Its getting warm” he says. 

“How is that good? Feels like we are near a fire” 

Spider says nothing more but pushes a button on a nearby wall. In a matter of a few seconds, zerok appears from somewhere. 

“Hi gunter!” she greets. Spider huffs, shaking his head lightly, “its spider, zerok. Always has been”. Reminding her for the millionth time. 

“Ok gunter” she nods. 

Quickly she took notice of the air generators heating up. 

“Oh my gloooooooob! Why didn't you tell me spunter!? This should have been taken care of since 5 megalions ago!” she cries out. 

“What is a…..megalion…?” tsireya whispers. Lo’ak shrugs, “I have no idea”. 

Zerok observes the generator and touches the hottest spot, her hand sizzling from contact. 

“Let it gooooooo!! Let it goooooooo!! Can't hold it back anymooooooooooore~!!” she sings out. And as if by odds, ice spewed out from her hands. Layers of ice began to cool off the hot spots, the air no longer hot. The generator was back to being normal. 

“YAHOOOOOO~!!” going a bit nuts, zerok then creates snow all over the room, to keep the generator cold longer. The kids were in absolute awe. They have never seen anything like this before! 

“Woa!! This is amazing!” tuk cheers, already collecting a bit of snow from the floor. 

“Huh?? Do you guys work here too??” zerok stopped what she was doing to just now notice the tall teens. 

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh…….yes?” kiri answers awkwardly. 

“Cool!” 

“HUH?! Over 300 years old!?” lo’ak shouts in disbelief. 

After witnessing what zerok’s ice abilities, the kids simply wanted to know more. Apparently she is more than just a wacky old lady with a liking to the gunter name. She is also immortal. 

“Yes” zerok answers as she adds snowflakes to tuk’s ice crown. 

“H-how…?” tsireya’s was also trying to process this information. Immortality is simply impossible. 

“I dunno, its been so long I cant remember. But my only lead, is a prince” zerok answers honestly. 

“If I try to remember, my head begins to hurt, like a loooooooooot. So I dont remember, I forget easily” 

Neteyam noticed her polaroid camera at her side. 

“Is that why you take pictures? To remember” he questions. 

“Yuppa doozers! I have so many pictures, I even forget I took them in the first place! Ok, all done sweetie” 

Tuk stands up and admires her ice crown. Giggling, she prances around, loving how pretty it is while also cooling her head. Zerok grabs her camera and takes a picture of tuk. Her smile is now forever preserved. 

“So when is your birthday?” kiri asks. 

Zerok turns to her curiously, “what birthday?” 

“You know, your birthday, to keep track of how old you are…?” 

Zerok plays with her camera before looking up in a daze, “dang, I can go for have some bacon pancakes…” 

“Zerok? Your birthday…?” kiri tries to remind her. 

“What birthday?” zerok asks again, “I dont have a birthday! I dont even know how old I am!” 

Kiri quietly gave up, seems this human is just simply full of surprises. Even some zerok isnt aware of. 

Night feel, and everyone in the base was heading to bed. Zerok was just putting away her camera while making sure her pillows were extra crunchy with frost. 

“Dabadoo, dadaboo, yada yada, dooooooo~!!” she sings a random melody. Going back and forth to put away things, she stops to notice something. 

“Oh what a pretty blue girl, wonder where she got that crown” she says to herself. Seeing a picture of a na’vi child wearing a pretty ice grown. Around that photo were other na’vi kids. 

“Alright, all set for some sleeps! Tomorrow I should check on spunter, I wonder if he ate anything this month. I know! Ice, who doesnt love ice” 

Climbing onto her bed, zerok gets into a comfy position and lets sleep take over. While her eyes remained wide open, snoring away into the dark abyss that is called her inner mind. 

aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Got stuck on what else to put but hopefully its good! Until next time! See ya!

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Zerok = remember

[anonsickficker]

*gets on hands and knees to beg* please. argenthill content. i beg. (ive been so curious since I first heard about it)

the one im writing right now might take a while.. but i have some headcanon (?)

boothill still has the urges of a human, as the rest of his outward appearance seems to have been replaced with synthetic parts. he is unable to cry, just a minor side effect of his mechanically enhanced eyesight, the blue blood that runs through his veins, and the cold, artificial heart that thumps unfeelingly in his chest.

so, to ease the pains of his past, he drinks.

after a few of beverages, he forgets the significantly decreased stomach capacity that his cyborg body possesses. in short, he goes overboard. nobody notices a fellow nobody like him. not the secluded area of the hotel lounge he's situated in, the way the downs drink after drink, nor the manner in which he relieves the pressure in his chest, with a couple of low, airy belches that are completely washed away with the sweet melodies of jazz classics.

at some point, his innards begin to hurt. he is unable to pinpoint which organ aches, nor does he care. 'another drink should set me straight', he thinks. the counterintuitive thought lingers in his mind until he's lost track of how many remedial fingers of whiskey he's knocked back. his throat burns and tongue is numb and his head begins to ring internally, like the sound of the old, pink and tacky alarm clock that he'd somehow preserved, that had carried the memory of her, even after she had long passed. 'another drink should bring her back', he supposes.

something other than 'another drink' arrives, though.

he's been noticed, by the most beautiful somebody to exist. boothill's enhanced vision produces a clear image of the redhead before him, allowing his not-so-enhanced brain to fork up any information he's acquired about the man. argenti.

argenti shoves into the booth, shining the nearly blinding luminescence of his onto the reflective surfaces of boothill's damned metal figure. and almost immediately after, the lights are curtained by warm, loving fingertips that drum against boothill's upper abdomen, where the sloshing noises are the most prominent, like the sloshing of gasoline in its rightful tank. his cold, unfeeling heart, suddenly wildly hypersensitive to each wave of pressure that the redhead applies, his matching crimson eyelashes fluttering with fascination as he realises that boothill isnt just a pile of bolts and loose parts. there is beauty within his 'damned metal body', the beauty of feeling.

boothill's quick wit and snappy tongue lose their footing as he hiccups, unable to retaliate against argenti's gentle caresses as they traverse the plains of his waist, then navel, then especially taut upper-belly. argenti's luscious, saccharine-scented locks plays its rightful role as a luxurious veil as he leans over, offering up his plump bottom lip to the 'more-machine-than-man' beneath him. he is unfazed, even when boothill burps, close-mouthed, but impossibly near the redhead's face, as a result from the newly-introduced pressure of being crushed by a knight in his full-plate armour.

sharp, jagged teeth slide themselves across sweet, knowing tongue as they collide, and every attempt to push argenti off of him proves to be futile, even when they serve as warnings of when he's going to drunkenly hiccup right into the redhead's mouth. because somehow, argenti finds beauty in this, too.

sorry for not being able to finish it.. i dont think i wrote particularly well here but. i dont read often but i finally read a bit of a book and used some.. weird techniques. its not very nice in my opinion, and is very cliche. im sorry, anonymous person i hope everyone has a nice day. my creative writing ability deteriorated after tests sorry.. and it was not very focused on argenti also sorry about that. very one sided..

also i dont drink and never plan to what is a finger of whiskey

[pumpkinsy0]

Russian Dallas hcs PLSS👀

ok look let me make it clear that this was my idea for dallys backstory before i just changed a lot of characters LITERALLY last night😭😭

asssss always tell me if i get something wrong🙏🏽🙏🏽

•his dads from moscow, russia and moved to the us but his moms familys already been in the us for a while!! her grandmas family moved bc when they were in the country side, there was a severe land shortage, and they hoped that the us would give them better opportunities!! her family moved to oregon but she ran away to brooklyn and met dallys dad

•reason y dally found his way in tulsa was bc he was completely giving up looking after dally and was trying to send him off to dallys mom’s family in oregon, but on the way there dally just ran away and found his way in tulsa, nobody would expect him there!! that part of his family have been looking for him for thee longest time, but dallys dad rlly couldnt care less that hes technically missing

•dallys dad was the one who “raised” him so he grew up w a bit of russian culture!!! dally has a smallllll bit of a russian accent and understands only some russian, he cannot read or write it as good though, can barely speak it as is. dally rlly isnt THAT connected w his culture

•dally isn’t a big fan of russian food, i apologize to any russians watching this but russian american dallas over here doesn’t like a lot of things commonly found in russian dishes like veggies, fish, yada yada yada, he would feel more set in his decision if he laid his eyes on meat jelly

•the only thing dally physically had from his mom is her small collection of matryoshka dolls (those stacking dolls), he thinks they’re a bit creepy but as a kid when he had nobody else to talk to, he would mess around w those, plus it annoyed his dad

•on this holiday called troitsa to celebrate the holy spirit, one of the traditions is to decorate ur home w fresh green branches!! dallys dad is verrryyyyy religious and would celebrate this even in brooklyn (he found a way god damn it). anyways, dally especially hated his dad during this period bc he wouldn’t act badly towards dally, for this ONE day. this one singular day, dallys dad would b very religious but then the next he would go right back to his old ways, beating on him, drinking heavily, etc etc, yet the green branches would STILL b there at home. nowadays dally has a love hate relationship w the color green, the green would meant that dally was safe even for just a day, but now when he thinks about his dads hypocrisy, he thinks of those branches

•he dont got the knees to b doing the kind of dance move ikkkkkk u guys r thinking about, he is unable to do it, he will bounce down, his knee will crack and be will not get back up, nevermind the jeans hes wearing

•vodka is a prominent drink in russia and dally absolutely hates it, like down to the bottom of his heart, it reminds him wayyyyy to much of his dad AND it taste like shit to him, what a double whammy. another one is tea but cmon, dallas winston aint gonna gaf about tea

•i dont think he has an interest in moving to or just visiting russia, like ever, its not even a thought that crosses his mind

•ballet is and was very popular in russia and his mom was very into it!!! her great grandma was a ballet dancer, her grandma was a ballet dances, and while her mom wasnt one, they still passed down what they knew to her and she somewhat picked it up!!! when dally was a toddler one of the few memories he has of her was the songs she would hum and the twirls she would do in the kitchen. dally is veryyyyy slowly forgetting what his moms hums even sounded like

[crossover-enthusiast]

No but fr. The curse broke many families and friendships apart:

Radford is literaly trapped in the dream realm. Only capable to speak with the people that can dream, not many monsters can sleep, and even less of them can dream, that means his only companion for years was Ivan before the other humans arrived.

I dont know if it would be worse for him if he remembered his family and friends but couldn't see them or being trapped not even knowing who he was.

Carmen and Richard dont remember their past lives, so they dont remember Roy neither. Even now that they are together again and they are the leaders of one of the territories of the town they cant help but feel that something is missing.

The hatzgang remembers some things, but their memories are mixed together in a very bad way. It HURTS trying to remember their own lives.

Basicaly... Nobody is doing very good.

Yeah :[

Oughhhh honestly I like Radford remembering more. Like, imagine the irony of the guy with the most clear memory of the town before the curse being stuck in the dream world and only able to interact with a select few

I think at first he'd hope one of his family would dream so he could see them but that... never happens. It's just Ivan and the occasional human that managed to survive a night or two before dying. He's probably even excited when Maurice comes to town because finally it's someone aside from Ivan that isn't just going to drop dead

Though on that note it just gives me the idea of Radford doing evil villain monologues during Ivan's dreams, and over time Ivan actually gets most of his information on what the town was like before the curse from these since Radford is a complete chatterbox when he's having fun

Sometimes Ivan is even able to steer these towards specific topics if he words it right

Uh. I know Radford was only part of this ask but I got carried away whoops-

Anyways. The entire thing between Carmen, Richard, and Roy is interesting because out of a lot of the town Carmen and Richard are still very well off, they still have each other and a decent bit of their sanity, while Roy is. That

The Hatz have each other, but they can never separate. Their memories mixing together is so interesting -- it's like jumbled static, the kind that blares loud and hurts your ears. Over the years they've managed to recall vague things -- Roy and Ross had parents, at least one of them had an uncle, Robert had... siblings? They've never been able to figure out how many. Bits and pieces. Whenever they've tried to get more it's just jumbled and painful because it's simultaneously wrong and right

[wolfertinger]

disclaimer: this isn't a salem apology. he's still a vile person.

hi professionally diagnosed DID system here to clear up something. integration =/= fusion. integration refers to the whole process of alters learning to become more conscious of each other and cooperate together, not just fusing. integration slowly leads into, the more you start to function and recover, alters and fragments fusing, usually starting from ones that share similar personalities and tasks. the state of "not having any alters anymore" is referred to as final fusion and isn't necessarily the end goal for a system. when dissociative walls between alters - and the resulting dissociative amnesia - are high, you can lose track of alters for periods of time. there's nothing suspicious so far to me about the way salem described his alter as "gone" and then realizing that she was dormant. and this kind of feeling of 'vanishing' or dormancy during stressful periods is what leads to a lot of people thinking their alters are gone or dead, because that's how your brain can rationalize it at first, even as alters can't truly 'die'. for lack of a better word, the 'material' that makes up alters just moves around as alters get (usually slowly) integrated or split. alters are isolated patterns of behaviors and memories, and an alter doesn't need to be aware of what's happening in order for the subconscious (the system) to combine and take apart things. that being said, fusing can also get mixed up with splitting very easily since they both involve that sense of 'alters disappearing / changing', so the kind of shape and relationship punnya and salem have with each other right now apart from salem being host, i can't say. being host just means that you're in front the most often. but it's not far-fetched or proof of faking for punnya and salem to have similar personalities and do similar things. if anything, it's proof that salem has DID, since several alters in my system responsible for social interactions (myself included) have similar interests and act in a similar way. tldr salem can eat dirt for the kind of person he is and he needs to take better responsibility for how he's acted, regardless of the alter, but that doesn't mean he's faking DID.

answering this one separately, as i appreciate the info a lot. i dont take fake claiming lightly and although other systems have cast doubt if he does or does not have DID/OSDD is ultimately unknown to us, we can only judge based on behavior he shows publicly.

i think regardless of if he has DID or not my most pressing concern is that he needs to be upfront and accept the blame for his actions. instead of pushing the blame to an alter that he cant keep the story straight with. originally he talked about punnya as if she died then said she was alive the whole time and merged with him and is now part of him again. which i dont doubt could happen if punnya went dormant from stress but to me this feels like him subtly trying to cop to still being puppy in a way he can still distance himself from her actions. if he now is a mix of salem and puppy he needs to accept that people will continue to judge him for his past actions. if he is entirely salem he would *still* have to accept that people will judge him for the past even if he only formed after everything occured. its not healthy for him to distance himself from his bodily actions.

once again though thank you. this is very valid and reasonable insight.

[moody4world]

Tears cleanse the heart pt2

A/N: AAHHH FINALLY A PART 2, im sorry for the long wait :/ here’s the link for pt 1 to refresh your memory.

PT1

Label owner!jack x upcoming artist!reader

If someone asked you last year how your relationship with Jack would be now, you would have never guessed it’d be this way. The Jack you met that night at the industry party was a completely different person from the one that you now know.

After coming back from the restroom, the man Drama had been talking to approached you and simply said “I’m Jack” while giving you the most hypnotizing smile and offering you a hand, which you took and said. “The name’s y/n” Jack nods and says “Drama told me a lot about you and I was thinking you’d be perfect for my label. Since you’re looking for one, i’m sure we can agree on something y/n”

The two of you conversed all night and Jack even flirted here and there but you just chucked it up to his personality. The two of you made plans for you and your managaer aka your cousin to come to his office the next day to look over a contract and get signed to his label right away.

“Mo we have a meeting at 2pm with him to sign this contract but i dont know if it’s what I want” “Girl why are you overthinking this?! It’s THEE Jack Harlow hello????!” “That doesn’t mean anything to me though and you know that. I have absolutely zero knowledge about label owners. MY concern is them limiting my creative freedom Mo” “y/n Jack likes you, maybe even more than just an artist from what i’ve seen so just go with it and everything will be alright” Mo shrugged.

Walking into the giant building only made the moment more surreal. You walked up to the front desk with Mo in tow.

“Hello welcome to Churchill Records how may I help you?” “Uh hi, we’re here to see Mr. Harlow?” “What’s your name sweetie?” “Oh my bad it’s y/n” The assistant starts to look for your name in the system but seemed to be having a hard time finding it.

“Here it is! you said y/n, correct?” “Yeah that’s me.” “Okay then, take a seat on that sofa right there and i’ll just give Mr. Harlow a call and tell him you’re here.” “Okay thank you so much”

You and Mo took a seat on the sofa and waited like you were asked. Mo being the impatient woman that she is kept checking her watch every 3 seconds, rolling her eyes and huffing. After the third huff you couldn’t take it anymore. “Mo can you stop?” “Y/n who does he think he is having us wait all this time? We got shit to do.” You looked at Mo with a ‘really?’ face knowing all too well that you did not have any other meetings today. “You’re hungover from last night aren’t you?” You could see her about to get defensive when the familiar voice of Jack himself interrupted you guys’ mini argument.

“There she is!” More like there HE was. Jack looked more attractive than you remembered from last night and no it wasn’t the tight fitted suit and the silver watch and the shiny rings. Sure those added to it but his energy was so captivating. Maybe it’s cause he was in his element, i mean this is the Churchill Records HQ after all. He had his arms open wide to receive you and Mo. Jack gave you a tight hug and good God did he smell good. You didn’t even notice that the two of you were hugging for a bit too long or the fact that jacks hand was a bit lower than what is deemed professional until Mo cleared her throat loudly. You quickly broke away from the hug and introduced Mo. “Oh sorry this is my manager and cousin, Monifa or Mo for short.” Jack shakes Mo’s hand and the two of you follow him up to his office. The elevator ride was awkwardly quiet but thankfully fast.

Once in his office Jack offered you and Mo to take a seat across from him and so you did. The office walls were covered in golden and diamond records and shelves full of awards. “Okay so let’s get down to business. I got the contract ready, just like we discussed yesterday i just need you to sign it and we’re set.” Jack immediately took out a contract of four long pages and a copy sliding them towards you along with a pen. Mo grabbed the pen right away with no hesitation, making you very nervous. “Woah woah wait Mo, we should read it first.” you suggested apprehensively. Both Mo and Jack found your reaction a bit dramatic but only Jack tried to hide it.

“Look y/n. You are extremely talented. You’ve got a beautiful voice, a great ear for music. Your beats, your instrumental skills are out of this world good. You’re doing an amazing job at promoting yourself but you can only do so much with the amount of recourses and connections you have on your own. With my help, it can only get better from here. America knows you but the world deserves to know you, hear that beautiful voice and experience your talents. Having tiktok hits is cool and all but i can get you to the grammy’s y/n. You’re too beautiful to let all these opportunities go to waste. You were born to be a star y/n, trust me.”

“Y/n i already told you, this is THEE Jack Harlow. He knows what he’s doing.” Jack simply nodded in agreement to what Monifa said while not taking his bright blue eyes off of your concerned brown ones. With a small sigh you grab the pen and sign. One page after the other. Giving away one piece of freedom after the other.

Everything that came after that seemed like a dream. Major photoshoots, interviews, red carpets and award shows. More hits, more recognition and more love. Not just fan love but romantic love as well. You know you shouldn’t have but you had caught feelings for Jack and needless to say, he had caught feelings for you too. You were at his luxury condo more than you were at your own apartment. The two of you were inseparable to say the least. Yet sadly, dreams don’t last forever.

Jack would be your date to red carpets and award shows but never confirmed any suspicions or rumors of you guys dating. Jack claimed he wanted to maintain his professional image and dating his newest signed artist would tarnish his reputation. He would treat you like any other one of his artists in public but behind closed doors you were his everything, sometimes at least. Constant gifts, private baecations, surprise bouquets and the list goes on. It all seems like unicorns and rainbows but that was just the good days. All of those things were simply used to distract you from the real him. After signing the contract, Jack became the main one in control of your career. Needed to be styled? Jack. Needed a music video director? Jack. Needed a producer? Jack. Needed a co-writer? You guessed it, mother effing Jack.

Any mainly male position in your team was done or taken by Jack. At first you chucked it up to him being involved and making sure things were going how he planned but as time went on it only became overbearing. Brent Faiyaz contacted you for a collaboration and you were over the moon. All your excitement was turned down when Jack denied the request once you told him about it. Jack knew that Brent has been one of your absolute favorite artists for a long time and it’s been a dream of yours to collab with someone as talented as him.

“I don’t care if you make that pouty face y/n, no means no.” He said seriously, barely batting an eye at how your once excited expression completely did a 180. And that’s when you lost it. “Why don’t you ever let me collab with the people i want? You’re so controlling and overbearing, you know that?!” Jack simply kept writing in his planner and ignoring you, only causing you to get more angry. You snatch his pen out of his hand and continued with your fed up rant. “You never listen to what i want, you always ignore my ideas and you treat me like absolute dog shit when we’re in private unless you want something from me. At first I thought it’s because you want what’s best for me but you only care about your damn self. You’re a selfish piece of shit Jackman!”

Thats when Jack aggressively got up from his chair, banging his palms on his desk and yelling at you causing you to flinch in fear. “YOU DON’T KNOW A SINGLE THING OF BEING SELFISH. EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE HAS BEEN FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME Y/N?!”

You were frozen in complete fear. Jack had never and i mean NEVER raised his voice at you before. Tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at the man you once saw as your prince charming but now all you could see was the dragon trapping the princess in the tower.

Jack immediately regretted what he had done once he noticed the fear in your eyes. He slowly walked around the desk and pulled you into a hug. He could feel you getting tense and that only broke his heart. The last thing he wanted was for you to fear him. But at least now he knew you wouldn’t dare to question him again. After the incident you had called Mo as soon as you got in the car. The tears you tried so hard to hold back came rushing down as soon as she picked up your call. “Hello? y/n are you crying? What happened?” All you could do was sob. “Mo i can’t do this. I really don’t like this anymore.”

Monifa huffed at your cries since it was not the first time you called her crying with these exact same sentences. “Y/n you do this every month. You wanted to be a celebrity didn’t you? Nobody said it was easy.” “Mo this isn’t like the other times okay. Jack yelled at me and i’m really scared.”

A silence reigned in your car as Mo kept quiet, only your occasional sniffles being heard. “Well did he hit you?” If Mo was in person right now she would’ve seen the shock and confusion on your face towards her reaction. Did she really just ask that right now…

“No…” “Then girl suck it up, he’s your label owner and according to the contract that YOU signed, what he says goes.” Oddly enough, the beep you heard after her reply hurt you more than the words Jack threw at you only a few minutes ago. A couple weeks after your contract signing you noticed your relationship with Monifa getting weirder and weirder. The two of you were practically sisters with how you were raised. You looked up to her in many ways especially since she was a few years older than you. You don’t know where things went wrong but she was no longer the nurturing and caring big sister figure she once was to you. Instead she was cold, distanced and always defended Jack’s actions claiming it’s part of your contract.

Speaking of said contract, you never even got the chance to read it. As soon as it was signed Mo had stuffed your copy in her purse and you never saw it again. In retrospect it’s odd but in that moment it hadn’t raised any suspicions.

As time went on you only became more compliant and submissive to Jack’s orders. Whatever Jack says, goes but oddly enough you only became more clingy to him. Monifa was your only family in Atlanta and that relationship hasn’t been the same. You felt lonely and Jack was the only one there to help. Jack thought that this is exactly what he wanted. For you to only have and depend on him and nobody else but he quickly realized that he was wrong.

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Ramblings of a Lunatic

II 750 Words II Levi x reader II Pure fluff II You find Levi ranting about his feelings for you II Established relationship II

The soft blue hue of Levi's room at midnight slowly reached your eyes as you blinked awake. It wasn't uncommon for you to fall asleep in Leviathans tub, but you'd usually only wake up at a reasonable time and with the demon still in your embrace. This time, your arms were entirely empty. As you became more and more awake, searching for the missing warmth, your ears started to pick up on something. A soft murmuring, coming from near fish-henry's tank.

"It's just. ARGH!!!" As you peak over the edge, you find your demon clinging to his water-filled walls. He's turned away from you and sitting on his knees, his head apparently resting in his hands. Some other blanket than the one that you two fell asleep under was draped over his shoulders.

"MC is. Practically perfect. How can they just fall asleep so easily? And with ME of all people?!!" The panic in his voice is clear, but you also pick up on a tiny smile filled with pride. "Henry, I just still dont understand. Why would they keep sticking to me, when they could honestly get anything in the world?" A sigh. As the silence took its place, you debated if you should break your own cover. You could go over to him and comfort him, kiss him, tell him all his worries are completely unnecessary.

But, there was also another part of you that recognized the importance this moment had for Levi. He'd clearly done this before. He just needs to talk about his feelings to someone that isn't you, even if that means it needs to be a fish. Plus, it doesn't actually seem like Leviathan is in that bad of a mind-space. Even though you can't see his face, you can tell by the small things in his voice that he's just excited. He probably just needs to gush it out. So, you keep still, and stay listening to your demon.

"Whenever they smile I just KNOW that people would drop anything to see it again. I know I do. If they're just walking around I can feel the eyes that're attracted to them. It makes me want to pull them close and show everyone just how taken they actually are."

Memories with Leviathan start to surface. Just little things. Walking trough the halls of RAD with his hand ever-inching closer to yours. Always striding just a little quicker whenever either of you spot the other. All the tiny gift Levi has given you out of seemingly nowhere, but always whenever you were feeling a bit down. They all add up. You realize that it's specifically those things that make your relationship with Levi so perfect. The tiny ways that the two of you interact create a magical atmosphere, always growing with love.

As you relish the memories, Leviathan begins to talk again. "You know, Henry? I mean, you must. It's not like I haven't told you this like 100 times already, LOL. Anytime I see MC, my heart grows even more. Even now, its expanding. Just thinking about how they're currently in my bed, soundly sleeping. Knowing they're comfortable and safe, and that it's their specific choice to actually be with me, it just fills me with love. How can it not? I'm so unbelievably lucky." There's a sound that can only be described as a dreamily-and-heavenly-in-love sigh. "Speaking off, have I told you about today? Just as we were walking to RAD we.........."

As you listened to Levi drone on about you and him, you felt yourself get tired again. Understandable, since it's been well past midnight. The apparent energy that Levi gets while talking about you amazes you, but you can't keep stopping your eyes from closing by themself. As you slowly doze off the the sound of your lover's rambling, you hope your dreams will be filled with even just a fraction of the love you feel right now.

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You wake up again, this time at a reasonable time and with your demon back in your arms. While waking up, your memories of last nights' happenings come back again. Even though the subject of your adoration is still sleeping next to you, you're sure he wouldn't mind waking up to your numerous kisses. Your not planning on telling him what you witnessed anytime soon, but you make sure to clearly translate your feelings over and over again, with each press of your lips.