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Yes, it was definitely the space police's fault Stitch ended up with a life threatening illness. And they would have used any attacks to further criminalise him, instead of getting him help. Police don't handle kids with disabilities well.
And it was all their fault that tinny Stitch acts out, when Jumbaâs put on trail, and Stitch is called a "monstrosity" an "abomination" just for being alive. Saying he needs to be destroyed.
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Jumba even says he didn't teach him, that when he tells the court to go f**k themselves; because he didn't. The court and the police did that when they broke his little family.
Jumba made Stitch to swap road signs and steal everyones' left shoe... kid would never have been a real threat to anyone if left safely with his dad. Only a little monster, same as other kids.
Instead he was criminalised and institutionalized from dot, before running away from the authorities. And them forcing Jumba to capture him in exchange for his own freedom, can we all agree that was fecked up?

Stitch's attitude at the start of first movie is ment to show the risks of separation. Because that could have been Lilo acting out, after Bubble's tuck her away from her last remaining family.

While it tuck Jumba a bit to come around to fully accepting his kid, cute and fluffiness and all; he is the one to come and find Stitch when he's lost.
And yer he tells Stitch he doesn't have a family; he also says he made him. He didn't have to say that; but Jumba is still proud of that fact. So he tells him.
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It's why when Lilo is taken Stitch knows he can ask Jumba for help. Cus he basically only says 'hey Jumba help me' and 'yes'; and that's this kid's very persuasive argument.
When given the choice Jumba immediately sides with his kid to rescue Lilo.
It tuck a little bit of time for this new dad to fully step up, and understand his kid; but you can see how much he already loved him from the moment he was born.
And things were not helped at all by the authorities getting involved, separately them, and imprisoning both of them; because of the kid's legal status. (Looking at you ICE).

And now being out in a safe environment, with Nani, Lilo and Pilki; has helped both of them. They can understand care and feel safe enough to both give it too.

Making their family not so little or broken anymore.

Stitch gained a sister, a mum, a dad and auntie from this. Ohnana
Compilation of my favorite jumba moments from stitch has a glitch
1: as someone with epilepsy, it was very uncomfortable watching stitch go through his first âattackâ cause his attacks, aside from the immediate urge to fight and destroy, feels very similar to a seizure. Jumboâs immediate concern is plain to see, and he immediately realizes whatâs wrong.
2: stitchâs birth! The way jumba was so happy seeing stitch for the first time, calling him âcute and fluffyâ itâs like seeing your child for the first time, but without the tears.
3: the way heâs so excited when he reveals he has a surprise for him, and stitch, bless his heart, gets excited already. And when he cheats when jumba tells him to close his eyes, he says âheâs cheating alreadyâ with such a proud smile.
4: him saying âmy little stitchâ is so heartwarming, cause the only time he calls him 626 is when heâs going up to the lab. Which could imply it was a simple slip of the tongue. He cares about him so much he doesnât care about stitch changing his name.
Also, weâre all in agreement that the whole glitch was all the alien authorities fault, right? Stitch would have been perfectly fine if the stupid troops would have simply listened to him. Him illegally creating him or not. What if something happened at the trial, and stitch had one of his attacks while he was escaping and accidentally hurt someone?
#lilo and stitch#lilo and stitch: stitch has a glitch#The first 2 movies a brilliant for explaining hard things to little kids. The remake should get in the bin#family of choice#ohnana#Youtube
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I can vividly imagine sinister mark on his knees with a collar around his neck on a leash with a muzzle. I love this image so much and I wanna have this for all the marks. Why have one mutt when you can have way way more
I couldn't turn this into actual headcanons or anything, so just have me rambling for a bit about it, because I've had this thought for... a while.Â
i will write smut about this if interested, i love this shit.
Me and my 16 evil boyfriends who do what IÂ tell them to do... what Mark would even be the first to have joined the (harem...) group??? I dont even know what to call them all to tell them apart. Please let me know if theres like commonly accepted names, or should I just make my own names for them all. Cuz this is gonna get confusing.Â
Like, if you hooked sinister mark first, I could see the others following suit, little by little. Like, theyd see him crawling on all fours, growling and drooling with his viltrum-level muzzle on. Cuz hes the type that would also need one of those bits, like you would find on a horse. Or maybe more like a gag of something. Something he can chew on and grind his teeth into, as he gets too excited and wants to start biting.Â
If the other Marks make fun of his collar, sinister Mark beats the shit outta them. He doesn't kill them, only because he knows you'll praise him for holding back. They are all suckers for praise, I think that's just part of being Mark Grayson. They all act like tough shit, but theyll roll over and show their belly for praise, affection and something in their mouths. Â
I think it's also part of being Mark Grayson that they're whiners and whimperers, when you get them that far. Some of them will act all tough and scary, but others will just start whining and begging almost immediately. And when the others see that this behavior gets rewards, well. Â
It would be even more funny if you were just... a normal guy. Like, they just pulled up in your dimension and somehow you got sinister Mark in a collar, and one thing leads to another and suddenly your small apartment is filled with guys who could destroy earth if they wanted too.Â
You have the world, and probably multiverse, in the palm of your hand. Only way to keep everyone safe, is to keep these guys collared, drooling and hard. How you get viltrum grade kink stuff, I have no idea, but you get it. Â
I don't even wanna think about how you'll explain any of this to people. It's not like they can really work, since they technically don't exist in your universe, so you all live on your income. And no, you won't let them steal for you. Bad pets go in the crate and think about what they've done and why it was wrong.Â
You dont want to explain to your universes GDA how you keep such dangerous guys under control. But hey, your planets gained new protectors, because your... boyfriends? Pets? Want to keep you safe and happy, and will bend over backwards for pets and kisses. Its extra awkward if your planet already has a Mark, and if that Mark is like the normal one. Â
Imagine sitting in the GDA, because theyd wanna keep an eye on you and make an ally out of you at this point. One or two of your Marks are kneeling by your feet, heads in your lap, a third is draped over your back, nuzzling your neck. Your universes normal Mark has to pass through, maybe with the guardians, and you guys just... kinda look at each other.Â
You swear you feel your Marks start growling and tensing at the sight of your universes normal Mark, like a pack of feral cats or dogs trying to chase off an outsider. Â
Your universes Rex would have an absolute field day with this, and would pick on Mark with this fact. Seeing your Marks draped all over you also means people start underestimating them, until the GDA tries to hurt you or threaten you. Then everyone gets a reality check.Â
I think most of the Marks keeps the steamy part of your relationship at home, but some of them would not give a shit that you guys are in public. If they notice you are turned on by something, they are ready to drop to their knees right then and there, or, bend over whatever there is to be bent over.Â
Honestly, I'd feel bad for anyone with all 16 of them hanging off them, espcially if you are a normal person. There is no way you would be able to keep up with 16 viltrumites. But hey, maybe you can just watch as they please themselves, have them put on a show. Heck, you could probably have them help each other, if you are into that kinda thing, who am IÂ to judge.Â
I like to think they all wear some kind of collar. Some would be something as small as a necklace or choker, and others wear a straight up dog collar with spikes on it. One of those âDO NOT APPROACHâ collars. Fuck it, put a shock collar on Mohawk Mark, guy needs it. Â
Keep their favorite candy on you as small treats. Even funnier if you got one of those bags on your belt that you use for dog treats. Your universes normal Mark would lose his appetite for his favorite candy after seeing you use them to straight up train these guys to behave. Â
Who knows, maybe you'll get a 17th Mark if your universes Mark is just a little crooked or different from normal Mark. The problem is your 16 Marks and if they would accept him, like a pack of wolves accepting an outsider. I love these guys.Â
#male reader#invincible#mark grayson#sinister mark#mohawk mark#long haired mark#masked mark?#viltrum enforcer mark#idk what to call them...#invincible x male reader#invincible x reader#invincible headcanon#invincible imagine#mark grayson x male reader#mark grayson x reader#mark grayson imagine#mark grayson headcanon
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Blood In The Water
Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader
Beg me for mercy - admit you were toxic.
Now I am the violence, I am the sickness.
Wonât accept your silence - beg me for forgiveness.
Weâll never get free, lamb to the slaughter.
What you gon do when thereâs Blood In The Water?
Summary:
Being Stiles's best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He's not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you.
And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he'll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles.
He wants your pain. He wants your tears.
Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).
Word Count: 11,700
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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: as it says above - this is pure angst, hurt NO COMFORT, please heed that warning, if this is not something you are into, please leave now; this is set during Season 3, but not during any particular episode; I guess I need to put warnings for demon possession and identity theft (even though for the entirety of the fic, the reader does know that Stiles is not himself on the basis of knowing him so well, and she is talking to Void ernestly); this fic is about Void and the Reader interacting and discussing the relationship and feelings between Stiles and the Reader; the reader and Stiles have had mutual romantic feelings for each other for a long time but never acted on them, and at the point when the fic begins, their relationship is described as long-term best friends; the reader uses she/her pronouns and is mentioned to wear a dress and high heels to the winter formal dance; the reader's race, hair colour, size or looks in general are not described in any way (Void does call the reader 'little' but it is meant to be emotionally condescending, rather than a description of her size); this fic DOES use Y/N (proudly so); mentions of Stiles not eating/being starved because Void refuses to participate in 'human pleasures' (and he considers food to be one of those); Void is a demon who is fed by pain and he enjoys the Reader's fear, sadness, embarrassment, emotional pain, and other negative emotions, and he can feel those emotions in the air as she experiences them, so he is encouraged to do and say things that prompt negative reactions from her; Void calls the reader 'sweet thing' and 'darling' and 'little girl'; passing mention of Stiles watching porn (but the general tone of this fic is not sexual); Void compares the reader to Stiles's 'mommy' (because she is the only one who has ever given him soft, 'maternal' comfort and understanding) - but it's not a Mommy kink thing (or maybe it is for Stiles, you don't know that); mentions of eating diary and meat being 'cruel' (but I am not a vegan, it's just Void commenting on the way humans do things); the reader considers cutting herself with a knife to 'feed' Void her physical pain (but Void wants emotional pain instead); Void asks the reader to relive a painful memory by telling him about it, therefore feeding him with her emotional pain; Void threatens the reader with physical harm and even murder (to make her more fearful, and to taunt Stiles, who is forced to witness all of this); there is flashbacks to the winter formal episode in S1; mentions of the reader being jealous because Stiles took Lydia to the dance (and the reader hates the jealousy it evokes in her because she doesn't want to pit herself against Lydia and she wants to be happy for Stiles); mentions of Lydia being attacked by Peter Hale (as is canon); mentions of alcohol - the reader takes one sip of alcohol but does not get drunk during the fic; mentions of drunk driving (the reader drives after that sip of alcohol and questions if this 'counts' as drunk driving, and other people are accused of driving drunk, but in this fic, drunk driving is not actually the cause of any accidents); Stiles gets into a life-threatening car accident - mentions of blood and grievous bodily injury; mentions of Stiles needing surgery due to the car accident; mentions of blood; graphic descriptions of a character being stabbed. I believe that's it?
A/N: I have a lot to say here, so strap in. First of all, you're probably wondering why you're seeing this now. That is because I have been going through a very bad patch of mental illness (fuelled by multiple things, including the state of my physical illness) and when that happens to me, I become like a big spinning top of agitation and bad energy. And I feel the need to work on a project to avoid bad practices like self harm. And after a lot of whirling around and only working on certain projects for a few minutes at a time, I was cleaning out my files just to keep my mind occupied, and I came across the pictures I had saved to make the moodboard for this fic and I was like 'I can't delete those yet because I wanna use those to make the fic cover'. So I decided to make the fic cover, and it spiralled into me editing the whole fic just to keep my agitated upset mind busy and focused on something other than the fact that I am upset. So - good for you guys. You get a new fic. As for the actual content of this fic - I wanted to mark it as both Void x Reader and Stiles x Reader, but I figured that wouldn't make sense to most people. Because this is about Stiles and the Reader having mutual crushes on each other for a long time, and Void enjoying the embarrassment of taunting them about it, as well as the pain that comes from their pining and the potential of hurting the other and forcing them to watch. And Void does take a kind of 'liking' to the Reader, but because he's a demon, it's not necessarily romantic? Idk. I just have a lot of fun writing demon characters as complete bastards (I will never get people who write characters like Void, Anti, Dark as secret softies - like please, write a villain as a villain. It's more fun that way). So please - enjoy my take on this awful bastard. I had a lot of fun writing it. (Also I would like to note that I wrote this before I saw the end of 3A so I thought the 'crashing the Jeep' thing was a totally organic idea on my part lmao.)
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âStiles hasnât eaten in days.âÂ
You stated it very matter-of-factly, rather than asking if he had eaten or theorizing about it. It was something that you knew concretely.Â
Usually, Stiles was someone who was very passionate about food. He complained about missing lunch and hated being rushed to eat rather than getting to enjoy his food if you were nagging him about being late and had somewhere to be.Â
The only time you had ever seen him miss meals was when he got particularly sucked into his reading and researching. And usually, when his concentration finally broke, he would whine about his stomach hurting and only remember why when the smell of curly fries came under his nose because you had put the bag in front of him.Â
But even in that case, he had never missed more than a single meal.Â
You had never seen him go days without touching a single bit of food - without so much as mentioning something greasy he was craving or talking about a destination take-out spot that the two of you needed to go to on the weekend.Â
You had to guess that it was around the time that He had taken control. Or at least, around about when He had stopped caring to pretend to be human. When He had stopped putting up a front.Â
âObservant little thing, arenât you?â He titled his head in that way that was so distinctly un-Stiles, giving you a small smirk as his words penetrated you with that utterly mocking tone.Â
It was strange, staring at the face of your long-time best friend and referring to him in the third person. Starting to think about him as though he wasnât even there when you were staring right at him. Though it had only been a few days, you had long since given up the hope that you were talking to Stiles. You knew that this was someone else - something else entirely.Â
You were still clinging onto the hope that you could get Stiles through this and he wouldnât be entirely damaged beyond recognition on the other side.Â
Hence, why you were trying to feed him now.Â
It had been at least four days since you had seen him take a single bite of food, and you had been carefully observing him the entire time. So you had arrived at his place today with an armful of Stilesâs favorite foods. You felt lucky to catch him alone while the others were out chasing leads - or perhaps, unlucky. Perhaps he would have eaten in front of them just to prove that he was still himself. But you were hoping to tempt him with the smell, at the very least.Â
Surely, he had to be hungry?Â
Laid out on the table in front of you was a variety of things - all kinds of things you knew would have had Stiles gorging himself in minutes. A disgustingly large and greasy double cheeseburger with curly fries and a strawberry milkshake, an extra large supreme meat loverâs pizza, an entire pack of Honey Buns, and a grocery store birthday cake - chocolate with vanilla icing. All of which elicited oddly painful memories for you, now that your best friend was being held hostage by a thousand year old demon.Â
Everything from movie nights where the two of you would share a pizza and argue about what kind of toppings to get, to the times that the two of you would buy a birthday cake like this and eat it in his Jeep with no such occasion for it - just because you wanted to celebrate life and didnât want to need a reason for such a treat. Nights when balancing it between your laps and eating with plastic forks was all the joy in the world that you needed.Â
Nights before your life became so hellishly complicated.Â
âLet me guess⌠youâre trying to tempt me?â He posed, moving his finger across the icing of the birthday cake, and then looking at the white glob on his finger with intense disgust before moving to wipe it off on a napkin.Â
Of course, he wouldnât even consider eating that small amount. He was taunting you. He knew that at this current moment, it was your greatest desire to see your friend eat - to know that even though you were entirely powerless against such a complicated and mysterious demonic force, you could do this one small thing in your power to take care of him.Â
You couldnât save Stiles, but you wanted to care for him - just for a moment. You wanted to make a difference - even if it was as small as a grain of sand in an hour-glass. You thought it would help.Â
âEven you have to eat, donât you?â You returned with a question. âYou canât risk your host dying, right?âÂ
It was something you had wondered.Â
You hadnât seen him drinking water either, and you didnât think that he had slept at all. As far as you knew, he hadnât attended to any of Stilesâs human needs. But according to the sallow, almost gray nature of his skin and the dark bags under his eyes - he wasnât exactly in perfect health right now. So perhaps he did run the risk of actually killing Stiles altogether because he didnât know how to take care of a human host.Â
Void smirked as he felt that flash of fear - the utter terror that overcame you at the thought of Stiles dying from neglect.Â
âNeed I remind you, sweet thing?âÂ
He started, the nickname causing a shiver of creepiness down your skin, like the feeling of walking into a spiderweb.Â
âI donât eat the same deep-fried, fat filled crap that he does.â He looked across the table with disdain coating his features once again. âI feed upon the suffering of others.âÂ
These words caused a wicked chill down your spine.Â
It was something that Scott had warned you of, but you hadnât actually considered what it truly meant.Â
âSo by depriving Stiles of his worldly pleasures - his music, his laughter, his pornography - which he watches far too much of, by the way.â Void let out a devious chuckle at this, and you didnât even have time to think about the implications of this before he continued. âAnd especially by depriving him of food and sleep, I get to feed off his precious suffering.âÂ
It was a terrible paradox. Void thrived while Stiles withered.Â
âAnd as of late, I have been so deliciously full.âÂ
A lump formed in your throat - if you knew any words apt for this situation, you wouldnât have been able to get them out anyway. Voidâs smirk grew wider. Indulging in your suffering, in your fear for your best friend, your horror at these realizations - Void continued.Â
âBut - among all those things, you know what he misses most of all?âÂ
He posed, talking slowly, his voice calculated, mocking you with another head tilt. It was as though he was looking down upon you even though he was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table and you were standing across from him on the other side of the room.Â
You choked on a miserable syllable - no words came out. Part of you wanted to know the answer very badly, and part of you wanted him to shut up. You simply shook your head in reply.Â
âHe misses you.âÂ
Void whispered these words as though it was a precious secret. And then - he let out a grand cackle of a laugh, bordering on a howl as he continued to mock you.Â
Your insides shook, and you became foggy with confusion - how did Stiles miss you more than he missed food or water or sleep? How did he âmiss youâ so much when you were standing right here in front of him? Did the presence of this horrid being keep Stiles from seeing you or hearing you? Was he trapped so terribly inside his own body?Â
Was this like a coma for him? Would he not remember any of this when it was over?
You could only hope that was the case.Â
âHe begs and pleads every time I wonât let him touch you.â Void grinned, letting out another laugh - clearly pleased by the idea of Stilesâs misery. âHe is so damn desperate to hold you. Itâs hilarious, really. Especially because - at the same time, heâs terrified of what Iâll do if I get too close.âÂ
These words put a terrible knot in your stomach.Â
You could only imagine how terrible it was for Stiles - he was a naturally touchy person, and now, someone else was controlling his body, keeping him from participating in the physical affection that he craved. Threatening to put his loved ones in danger if he did get the love that he desperately craved.Â
You didnât want to know what Void would do if you walked across the room to hug Stiles. But at the same time, it made you yearn to hold him, to squeeze him tight, to give him the comfort he was clearly so badly in need of. Especially now that you knew his consciousness was still in there, alert and alive, fighting to get out.Â
âHeâs so pathetic.â Void remarked softly. âHe misses his Mommy, and⌠well, youâre the only one who ever treated him like a Mommy would. Isnât that right?âÂ
This sentiment confused you entirely.Â
You stared at him, gape-jawed, waiting for an explanation, and luckily - he did give you one.Â
âYou held him close, and kissed his boo-boos. You⌠you were the only one who told him he was good enough when he never fucking was.âÂ
You instantly wanted to argue this point, but you were more caught up on the overarching metaphor that Void was making.Â
All of the individual points were true. You had done all of those things for Stiles. But you didnât see how that made you Stilesâs Mommy. It just made you a good friend.Â
âMy Stiles is good enough.â You argued weakly, finally finding your words. âHeâs a good person, and you canât change that about him. Heâs still in there. And heâs still going to be a good person after all this.âÂ
Void tutted his tongue, giving another mocking smirk.Â
âStill at it.â He laughed. âYouâre relentless, arenât you?âÂ
You didnât care to respond to that.Â
âBeautifully relentless.â Void sighed, sounding almost dreamy as he said this. He sounded as if he admired this quality in you.Â
Which he did. But he admired this about you for one specific reason.Â
âSee⌠thatâs what makes the fear so fucking delicous.â He continued on, explaining. âWhen someone so bright, so full of hope finally gives up. When their spirit finally breaks. It permeates the air better than the smell of a rotting corpse - and itâs so fucking beautiful.âÂ
You chose not to respond to this - baffled by his words, and slightly frightened.Â
Instead, you wondered something else.Â
âWhat happens if Stiles doesnât eat?â You asked. âYou said that youâre full, but heâs still human. Itâs still a human body. A body that youâre currently living in.âÂ
Void clapped his hands together a few times, slowly, giving you dry, sarcastic applause for your cleverness.Â
âGood question. Clever little girl.â He congratulated you, causing another wave of âickâ to roll through you at his condescending tone. âHe is my host, but currently, I rule all. I give him strength, I eliminate all his weaknesses. I turn his pathetic human form into the ultimate weapon. With me inhabiting his body, he does not need to eat, sleep, or drink. He does not need such tiny fallacies as comfort.âÂ
âAnd what happens when you leave?â You posed.Â
âIf I choose to leave.â Void smirked at you.Â
âWhen.â You ground out sharply, arguing, feeling braver the longer that you stood there and talked to him.Â
To you, he wasnât all that scary.Â
Scott had warned you that Void was clever - that he would manipulate you and try to hurt you. But thus far, you hadnât seen the route to any tricks. He seemed very straight-forward and honest. He seemed very plainly painted in his cruelty.Â
âIf I choose to leave this host and move onto another, then⌠I suppose that heâll collapse.â Void shrugged, speaking about it as if it were no more interesting to him than a fly in his peripheral. âWithout my strength keeping him alive, all the exhaustion, all the hunger, all the thirst - it will hit him, all at once. He may even die from the shock alone. His body will be too weak and fragile to handle it.âÂ
A surge of terrible anger flooded you. Perhaps it was fueled by fear, but either way, it drove you to smack your hand down onto the table, nearly smashing the birthday cake before you screamed out, finally lashing out on him.Â
âMotherfucker!â You called Void the first cruel name that came to mind, and he didnât give any indication of reaction at your throat scraping volume. âYou stupid bastard! You are gonna get out and give Stiles his body back, and when you do, youâre gonna return it in good fucking condition! You understand me?âÂ
Void simply smirked, seeming entirely amused by your outburst.Â
Of course, he wasnât scared of you - a powerless human. You had nothing to threaten him with. Even if you had the powers of a werewolf, he still wouldnât fear you.Â
âThereâs that spunk heâs always talking about.â Void said, an odd kind of fondness peeking through his voice that didnât suit him. âYou know, itâs almost⌠cute. Iâm starting to understand why he likes you so much.âÂ
You only became more pissed off at being called âcuteâ when you were so boiling angry. It was entirely aggravating - someone being so condescending toward your rage.Â
Then, it hit you that the âheâ Void spoke about had to be Stiles. Did the two of them have conversations? Why would Stiles bother to praise you to a thousand year old demon?Â
It caused more of your affection for Stiles to bubble up inside you, and you hated it.Â
âLook, darling, because I like you, Iâll make you a deal,â Void posed, giving you yet another pet name that made you feel oddly disgusted.Â
Stiles had called you plenty of friendly nicknames before - he had even called you âbabeâ jokingly, on occasion. But âdarlingâ had never spilled from his lips toward you. It was just another horrible reminder that he was so terribly not himself. That the thing wearing his face, puppeting him around was not Stiles.Â
âWhat deal?â You replied.Â
It was best to move on and start thinking of ways to take care of Stiles - ways to get him out of this mess.Â
âIâll eat something for Stiles if you do something for me in return.âÂ
You knew that he kept his wording purposefully vague. And you knew that this was likely what Scott had talked about - his intention to trick you. But Void had you right where he wanted you - desperate, fearful. He was manipulating you using emotions that he didnât have.Â
âWhat do you want from me?â You dared to ask.Â
He smirked.Â
âIâll tell you after Stiles has been fed.âÂ
You took a moment to consider it, knowing that it was likely a terrible idea to agree to anything when it came to him. But he had you backed into a corner. He knew that he could get you to do anything while holding the culpability of Stilesâs wellbeing over your head.Â
âOh no,â Void said, using an oddly soft, pained tone that varied so much from the emotionless, mocking tone he had been using before. He gripped at Stilesâs stomach, and let out a groan of pain that you knew had to be fake, as he professed before that he made Stilesâs body strong and invincible. âHeâs begging for you to help him! Youâre right, he hasnât eaten in days, and heâs really feeling it now! Itâs killing him!âÂ
He was using your empathy to manipulate you.Â
âStop it.â You protested, and it came out much weaker than you had intended - sounding much more like a plea than an order.Â
He clutched his stomach tighter, and then, he looked up at you with the saddest water eyes you had ever seen - for a moment, a single breath of a moment - you saw Stiles, your Stiles break through.Â
âPlease, Y/N.â He said, crying out your name breathlessly. âPlease, Iâm so hungry.âÂ
âFine, fine!â You cried in return, barely realizing how close to tears you were, seeing Stiles beaten down, weak, begging for you to help him. âFine, youâve got a deal!âÂ
In a moment of weakness, rushing to help Stiles, you reached out your hand to shake on it, signifying your promise - and in an instant, Voidâs face shifted from that soft, vulnerable boy you knew back to that horrible demon, glaring at you as he reached out and grabbed your hand. You knew that many stories cautioned against making a deal with the devil, and you supposed that making a deal with Nogistune was just as bad.Â
But it was done now. All you could do was hope that Stiles would benefit from this.Â
A short while later, he had scoffed down a very large piece of cake and was halfway done with the cheeseburger, with you intently watching the whole time to make sure that there were no tricks involved on his part. You thought that the meal would mostly be silent, but he finally spoke up again, looking a bit less intimidating with some remnants of the meal smeared across his face.Â
âYou know, one thing I can credit humans forâŚâ He said, swallowing before he picked up one of the fries. âTheir talent for cruelty. Grinding up an animal, frying it in its own melted fat and then covering it in the stolen milk meant to suckle its babes - that is something I can admire.âÂ
âIâm sure vegans would love you.â You mumbled quietly, to yourself, not entirely sure if he could hear you.Â
âYou should join me.â He remarked after another bite - motioning toward the table full of food. âItâs more polite than standing over me like a statue, gawking at me the whole time.âÂ
You knew that with him holding Stiles hostage, you were in no position to refuse him. So you played right into his demands, pulling out the chair across from him without a word and flipping open the pizza box to grab a slice. You began eating in silence, and naturally - Void continued speaking.Â
âThis is almost like one of those little dates that you used to have with him, isnât it?â He spoke quietly, mocking you once again. âAt least, thatâs what Stiles called them. Dates. He was deluded enough to believe that if he didnât speak it aloud, his affection for you would simply be known.âÂ
This punched you in the gut, and you bit your tongue as you took your first bite of pizza. You sputtered with shock and Void continued to look amused. You never thought it was true. Scott always said that Stiles had feelings for you, and Lydia said so too - but you thought they were just theorizing.Â
You had never, ever thought that your best friend and long time crush - the person you were in love with - would ever feel the same way about you.Â
And you had to find out from a fucking demon.Â
You remained silent, busying your mouth with eating as you tried to process the shocking news.Â
âBut we both really know what it was, huh? He was so pathetic⌠he didnât want to be rejected by you, so he never even asked. He was never brave enough. Always so pitiful, and small. Your boy is just a coward.âÂ
Again, you didnât say anything. Not playing into his game - unaware of the fact that he could feel your annoyance in the air. He didnât need you to voice your emotions in order to gain satisfaction from mocking Stiles in your presence.Â
So of course, he kept on going.Â
âBut not as pathetic as he is right now. Sweet and pathetic, begging for your life. Begging for me to spare you. Itâs almost like a song. He keeps on telling me to stay away from you as if he has any power over this.âÂ
âJust shut up and eat.â You told him, sharp and even.Â
He nodded and continued, seemingly content with the deal you had made - for now.Â
And he finished the burger and fries, and two of the Honey Buns before scrunched up the wrapper on the last one, and then wiped his face with an utterly contented smile. Then he said:Â
âNow, time for what I want.âÂ
You wiped off your face and hands with a napkin, done with your pizza - not having much of an appetite anyway with the situation at hand. There was a flash of worry in your mind. Wondering if he might ask you to kill someone for his benefit because they wouldnât be expecting it to come from you. Or perhaps he might even ask for something sexual -Â
He let out a bright chuckle - almost as if reading your mind and highly amused by your thoughts.Â
âNo, no. Donât worry, darling. Nothing like that.â He told you. âI feed off of suffering. Precious pain. Anxiety, heartache, fear. Now itâs time for me to eat.âÂ
You thought he might say something like that. And you had come prepared with that in mind - prepared to give up anything to get Stiles back.Â
You reached into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out a small pocket knife. It was one that Scott had given you shortly after you found out that he had become a werewolf. He had never wanted to hurt you, so - it was silver plated steel, and he had Stiles burn Wolfsbane smoke over the blade to poison it - just in case you ever needed a weapon against one of his kind. It would be useless against Void, and the Wolfsbane wouldnât poison a human like you.Â
But the blade was more than sharp enough to cut you. It would hurt you. It would provide the pain that Void desired.Â
You shoved your sleeve up to your elbow and poised the blade at your skin, but Void reached out, stopping you.Â
For a heart-stopping moment, you thought that somehow, Stiles had regained control.Â
But when your eyes flickered up to his face, you saw nothing but Voidâs dark amusement lingering in those eyes. This left you confused as he took the knife from your limp grip.Â
âAs amusing as that would be, sweet thing, itâs rather⌠boring.â He declared tiredly. âI had something else in mind.âÂ
Your throat dried up, and you didnât even realize that you were trembling as you stared him down with terrible, anxious anticipation, waiting to see what he had in store for you.Â
Void licked his lips, practically lapping up the delicious, sweet taste of your fear.Â
He pocketed the knife and walked around the table toward you. You resisted the urge to get up and run away as he bracketed so close to your side, leaning on the table and tucking his face close to your cheek. Being this close to him, as close as you had been to Stiles since he had been taken hostage - you could almost be tricked by the faint smell of the familiar body wash coming off his skin, by the warmth that you knew to be so human.Â
But this wasnât Stiles. A thought that only made it all feel so much worse.Â
It caused you to hold back tears.Â
âNo, no, darling.â He whispered against your cheek, causing your throat to clench up again. âIf I wanted your pain, I could have it. I could take it.âÂ
Fuck. What had you gotten yourself into?Â
You held back a fearful whimper, and Void joyfully continued.Â
âI could smack you, punch you, make you bleed.âÂ
He went on - the confidence of his words causing your trembling to become more apparent as your heart pounded in your chest. You considered running, but that would mean abandoning Stiles. You came here to check on him - to fight for him. You couldnât chicken out now.Â
âI could take your pathetic little knife and stab you, over and over again while Stiles screams and begs for mercy. I do love it when he begs for your life - heâs so much more desperate when it comes to you.âÂ
Dear god. Would he actually kill you just to force Stiles to watch? Did Stiles have to be conscious for something like that?Â
Would he force Stiles to live for the rest of his life with the guilt of not being able to stop your murder? With him in control, would Stiles even live that much longer?Â
âBut no. Thatâs not the game I want to play. Not right now, at least.âÂ
You hated that he likely saw the breath of relief as it flexed from your chest.Â
âWhat -what do you want, then?â You asked, your throat still clenched by fear, making your words come out choked and weak.Â
He put a hand on your cheek - one that felt all too familiar. The hand you had held while walking to class, or cuddling on the couch. The hand that dismissively waved in front of your face when you told him that he had come up with another horrible idea. Void turned your face toward him, and you were then up close and personal with the horrible sight of a pain-fueled demon wearing your sweet best friendâs face.Â
âI want your tears.âÂ
Of course. Emotional pain, rather than physical. You would dare to say that it would be even more potent.Â
Good thing you were already so close to crying.Â
You would just have to spend a few more minutes thinking about Stiles trapped in there, helpless-
âTell me about the accident.â He declared, smirking, finding the whole ordeal very satisfying.Â
âNo.â You immediately replied.Â
It was too painful. You couldnât even think about it, it was too much-Â
âNo?!â He screamed in your ear, causing you to flinch. âNobody tells me ânoâ! You promised me something, you stupid little bitch. Now hold up your end of the deal.âÂ
Sadly, he was right. You had made a deal with him - and if this was part of carrying it out⌠you would have preferred the pocket knife.Â
Even just thinking about that night - the blood, the twisted metal, the terror you had felt. The anxiety, the waiting. It had all been so horrible. It had been hell. A worse hell than a dinner date with a demon who was wearing your best friend as a human skin suit.Â
Already, Void felt a deep satisfaction as those emotions began to permeate the air around the two of you. To him, it was the most beautiful kind of poison. He took a deep whiff, and then leaned in close again, running his nose along your hairline to sniff you.Â
You shrugged away from the touch, but didnât have far to go without falling off your chair completely. You were happy when he pulled away again - feeling used and wishing for nothing more than Stilesâs comforting touch and assuring words.Â
âPerfect.â He mumbled quietly to himself. âYou know, Stiles hardly remembers any of it. The night is almost completely blank in his mind.âÂ
You didnât know that. After the hospital, the two of you had never bothered to talk about it in order to compare stories. Like you always did, the two of you just moved on. You looked forward to brighter days, thankful that your friendship was still intact.Â
âBut I know that you remember everything. Every. Single. Last. Detail.â Void said, giving another terrible laugh.Â
He grabbed onto the back of your chair, and using a strength that you knew didnât belong to Stiles, he roughly tugged on it, forcing it away from the table and spinning you to face him. He came back around to stand in front of you - now, he would be the one standing to loom over you, watching you while you provided him with a delicious meal.Â
âSo, come on,â He prodded. âI want to hear the whole story. And you better not leave anything out.âÂ
He stood there in complete satisfaction, his arms crossed as he grinned down at you with a devilish smile.Â
You took a deep breath, fidgeting with your fingers for a moment. You gathered your courage, and then you began to speak.Â
This is for Stiles, you assured yourself. For Stiles.Â
âWell, it was the night of the winter formal.â You started off. âAnd when I saw Stiles screech out of the parking lot in his Jeep at top speed-âÂ
âNo, no.â Void shook his head, cutting you off. âI said start at the beginning.â He scolded you sharply. âThatâs not the beginning, is it? I want all the details. Go back to the beginning of the night.âÂ
âAre you serious?âÂ
At first, you were utterly confused. He asked you to tell him about the accident. What did a high school dance have to do with a car accident?Â
âOf course, darling.â He smirked at you.Â
Then, it hit you. He didnât just want the gorey details. He wanted every ounce of your suffering. He wanted Stiles to suffer too. Especially if he said that Stiles didnât remember it. He wanted you to recount the entire night to Stiles from your perspective. It was why he had brought up Stilesâs âaffectionâ for you.Â
He wanted both of you to suffer in the misery that you had been in love with each other for so long and not been together. The stupidity that you were both blind idiots who kept each other from happiness the whole time.Â
So you took a breath, and you told your story how he wanted to hear it, starting from the beginning of the night.Â
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You were utterly miserable.Â
It was one of the biggest dances of the year (well, aside from Prom and HomecomingâŚ) and you didnât have a date. You had spent a huge chunk of money, your savings from a crappy minimum wage job waiting tables, on a gorgeous dress and shoes, hoping that Stiles would ask you to the dance. But he was going with Lydia.Â
You guessed that you had to be happy for him. He had been crushing on her since the third grade, and he was finally going on a date with her. A good best friend would be happy for him.Â
But naturally, you were still trying to look your absolute best, maybe, selfishly, in the hope that he would see you from across the room and realize that he had made the wrong choice. Lydia was an amazing, sweet girl - and you genuinely hated the type of jealousy that this was making you feel.Â
You knew that logically, you had no claim over Stiles. He was just your friend, and he was more than free to go on dates with other girls. It was downright toxic of you to not ask him to the dance and then get upset when he happily went with someone else as his date.Â
But you tried not to think about that as you put the finishing touches on your look. You had gone all out with your best hair and make-up to compliment your expensive crystal blue satin dress. Whether it was to make yourself feel better or to try and capture Stilesâs attention - you still werenât entirely sure.Â
âLip-gloss?â Allison appeared behind you, holding a hand out, looking for the aforementioned product.Â
You handed it to her and she leaned down, looking into the mirror of your vanity while applying it. She had told you that getting ready at her own house would have simply been âtoo weirdâ because she was fighting with her family, and she wanted some calm down time. So she had asked to get ready with you, with the offer that Jackson could give you both a ride from there.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry.â She said, feeling too awkward in the silence as you applied your mascara, focusing on your work and not looking at her in the mirror. She knelt down beside you, guilt written across her face. âIf I had known that you liked Stiles, I wouldnât have set him up with Lydia.âÂ
âItâs not a big deal.â You remarked. âLike you said, you didnât know.â After a moment, you added on: âItâs kind of⌠good. Like a relief. I almost feel like itâs less pressure.â You shrugged. âI can just go and have fun without worrying about impressing him.âÂ
You had been lying to yourself. You absolutely hated it with every fiber of your being. You didnât want to be angry with Allison, but you knew that she was better friends with Lydia than she was with you. Thatâs why she hadnât known about your feelings for Stiles before now. When she had asked why you seemed so upset about the news that the two were going to the dance together, you told her, and she explained with a sour, sad face that she had set them up.Â
You hated it, but you couldnât help thinking that this was the first step to Stiles and Lydia becoming a thing - the first act in them dating for long months while you resented Lydia for stealing something you once saw as yours.Â
And you hated yourself for being that kind of person.Â
Allison chuckled at this.Â
âYeah⌠Well, Scottâs not going at all, so none of us get to go with the person we want to be with.â She said in a deeply sad tone, obviously aching from her own problems.Â
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âItâs a shame, isnât it?â Void commented, drawing you from the memory. âA pretty girl spends too much money on a dress, trying to impress some moron who wonât even notice it.âÂ
He was mocking Stiles again.Â
âAnd then you had to see him with her.âÂ
You nodded.Â
You could picture it so perfectly in your mind. Getting out of Jacksonâs car and seeing Stiles rush to open the door for her - the way he smiled at her, the way he looked at her like she held the world on the edges of her lips. You wanted nothing more than for him to look at you like that. Her perfect âstrawberry blondeâ hair fluttering in the wind as they walked arm-in-arm across the parking lot.Â
It caused the most awful aching pain in your chest that you had ever felt. You didnât truly know how precious Stiles was to you until you saw him with someone else.Â
You knew Jackson was aching too, for much the same reason. And when he had offered you a swig of his drink, you took it. But it wore off too soon for your tastes and you didnât have more. So for the better part of the night, you were forced to feel your pain while his was drowned out by the booze.Â
âTell me. Tell me how it made you feel.â Void egged you on, wanting you to say it out loud even though your pain was all too palpable in the air.Â
âLike I was dying inside,â You answered, your throat tight but - still no tears yet. âLike all good had drained from the world. Like I had lost the most precious thing in my life and I would have to sit at the sidelines watching a perfect story play out when I was supposed to be a part of it.âÂ
Void took a deep breath, sniffing the air again. And then he chuckled.Â
âYour pathetic teenage angst is⌠so amusing.â He grinned at you, crossing his arms over his chest. âDo tell me more.âÂ
You had no clue that somewhere inside of there, Stiles was hit with his own wave of intense sadness - something else for Void to feed off of. He had no clue that you had been in love with him for so long. He had no clue how many opportunities he had missed out on to tell you about his feelings - how long he could have been happily dating you.Â
He hated how much time the two of you had missed out on.Â
Void sat contently between Stilesâs complicit misery and your renewed angst as you continued the story.Â
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You had moped around all night.Â
You thought perhaps the only person more miserable than you at that dance was Scott - stuck hiding in the shadows, forced to watch Allison dance with Jackson while pretending he wasnât even there.Â
But eventually, he too got his way after making a huge scene that even stopped the band for a moment - and left Coach feeling embarrassed when everyone thought that he went off on a homophobic screaming tirade because Scott was dancing with Danny. Good thing Beacon Hills was pretty progressive.Â
After spending all night on the bleachers on the verge of tears, you decided to leave to get yourself a chocolate bar from the vending machine - nothing goes better with sorrow than chocolate, right? Well, perhaps Jackson had a point in pairing his sorrow with liquor. But you werenât at that point yet.Â
You were considering just calling it a night altogether. But you saw Stiles standing by himself, sans Lydia, and you figured it was a good time to make your move, if you were going to make one.Â
You wandered over to him shyly.Â
You had been feeling so down about yourself, you didnât notice the way his eyes traced over every inch of you with awe - the way his lips parted with slight shock and wonder at how beautiful you looked that night.Â
Just as he was about to tell you so, you spoke up.Â
âSo⌠whereâs Lydia?â You asked.Â
âOh, uh - she went to go find Jackson.â He said, disappointment seeping through every single inch of his voice.Â
âNaturally.â You replied.Â
You wanted to rant and scream about how she wasnât good enough for him if she was going to ditch him for a guy who supposedly didnât even want her anymore.Â
Your eyes strayed over to Allison and Scott on the dance floor, looking at each other with nothing but affection - clearly, only thinking of the other person, so caught up in their own little bubble. She didnât care that Jackson had ditched her. A small flare of jealousy went through you.Â
You wished that could be you and Stiles.Â
âDo you wanna dance?â You asked Stiles, hoping that you could have your moment, even if it meant stealing him away from Lydia (when she clearly didnât care).Â
He gave you a shy grin. âOkay.âÂ
You grabbed his hand and led him out to the dance floor, and his hands found a natural place on your hips while you softly draped your arms around his neck. The two of you swayed to the slow music for a moment before you spoke again.Â
âThis is nice.â You commented, smiling.Â
Though it had felt impossible only an hour ago, you actually felt happiness creeping in. Standing there underneath the coloured lights, dancing with the one person you had wanted the whole time. It was nice. There was still a lick of mourning lingering in your chest. You knew that Stiles still only viewed you as a friend, and you werenât sure if you could ever gather that courage to take the leap and tell him about how you truly felt. As much as you wanted to just pull him close and kiss him.Â
âYou know, you were the one person I actually wanted to dance with tonight.â You continued on. âAnd-â You cut yourself off with a sigh, not wanting to sound too vulnerable.Â
âYeah.â Stiles replied - though he sounded oddly distant and thoughtless.Â
When you looked at his face again, you realized that he was staring at something over your shoulder, and you craned your neck to see that he was gawking at his watch.Â
âUgh, really?â You scoffed, pushing him away. âIs dancing with me so awful that you feel the need to time it?âÂ
âNo.â He shook his head furiously, hating what you were accusing him of. âThatâs not - look, Lydiaâs been gone for over ten minutes! Iâm worried.âÂ
You shook your head, sighing deeply in defeat. Of course he was still thinking about her.Â
âDid you ever consider that maybe she found Jackson? That maybe theyâre off somewhere making out? That she just ditched you because she doesnât give a shit about you?â You argued, full of pain, your voice raising in volume to the point where you attracted stares from others on the dancefloor.Â
A look of pure pain streaked across Stilesâs face at your words.Â
âWhatever.â Stiles shrugged. âIâm going to find her. Because I actually care about her. And because I trust my gut.â He sharply bumped your shoulder as he passed, leaving you feeling more rejected and horrible than ever.
You turned and fled from the room, scurrying away from the many eyes on you once you realized that people were still staring.Â
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âHis gut.â Void chuckled. âHe always did have good instincts, didnât he?âÂ
He did. Stiles had amazing instincts.Â
Because you had been assuming the worst - believing that Lydia had ditched Stiles to go and make-out with Jackson, when in reality, she had been bleeding to death on the lacrosse field. Stiles had been more than right to go looking for her.Â
Given, that was before you even knew about the existence of werewolves and all the other bullshit that ran ramped in Beacon Hills. But it didnât make you feel like any less of a horrible person when you found out.Â
âDid you ever consider what a selfish bitch you are?âÂ
Void continued on when you didnât speak, seamlessly picking up with his mocking. Of course, he knew all the weak spots to hit. He could feel right where you were soft and vulnerable - right where you flexed with hurt under his taunts.Â
âWhining about not getting to dance with some dork while an innocent girl was bleeding to death? Talk about priorities.âÂ
âI didnât know.â You replied, your voice stiff.Â
You knew it was a poor excuse. You knew that ultimately, you were selfish. You should have gone with Stiles to look for Lydia. You should have helped.Â
Distantly, caged up inside of Void - Stiles was eternally thankful about that argument. He was thankful that you had been distanced from all of it, kept away from Peter Haleâs hungry claws. He would have gone insane, having you and Lydia in hospital beds, side by side, not knowing what the fate of either of you would be.Â
âYeah, you can just keep telling yourself that same bullshit, sweetheart.â Void said, his voice a low whisper. âBut we both know what you are. Maybe in reality, youâre not that much different from someone like me.âÂ
Maybe that realization hurt more than anything.Â
Maybe that was his intention - to hit you with a truth that would wound you.Â
âYou know⌠he still thinks about you in that dress.â Void spoke quietly again, carefully, painstakingly choosing each word. âHow⌠beautiful you looked. His perfect rare crystal.âÂ
He put emphasis on each word in a way that sent chills down your spine. His sharp gaze coming from Stilesâs honey whiskey eyes felt infinitely darker, and rather than feeling treasured as something good, something valuable like you usually did when Stiles looked at you - you felt filthy. You felt a sense of fear, knowing that Void would use Stiles precious appreciation of you to hurt him. To hurt both of you.Â
âThat was the night he knew for certain that he was in love with you.â Void let out another laugh - dark and low. âThe night he knew that he loved you more than he ever loved Lydia. She was laying in front of him dying, and still - all he could think about was protecting you. Protecting you from the threat.âÂ
Your throat clenched up, and anything you were going to say was lost.Â
âI guess heâs selfish too, isnât he?â Void posed. âYou two are perfect for each other, I suppose.âÂ
Then, he put on a weak, small, wobbling voice, and began to mock the unique, crippling fear that Stiles had experienced that night.Â
âWhereâs Y/N? I need to find her. I need to protect her. Is she next?âÂ
Nausea tightened in your stomach.Â
A unique tightness clutched at your chest.Â
Stiles had known he was in love with you that night.Â
He had been trying to protect you.Â
Is that why he had fled from the dance so suddenly?Â
âAsk me the question.â Void grinned, entirely excited now that you had put it together, made the realization. âCome on, ask me the question. We both know you want to.âÂ
âWhy are you doing this?â You choked out.Â
This was not the question he wanted.Â
But still, he indulged you.Â
âI told you.â He said firmly. âI like pain.âÂ
He took a step forward then, leaning down, bracketing his hands by your hips on the wooden kitchen chairâs seat, his face tight in your personal space once again.Â
âNow⌠ask me the question.âÂ
You took a shallow breath.Â
You hated how intimidating he was. You hated knowing that if it had actually been Stiles who was this close to you, it would have given you butterflies or even turned you on, but instead - you felt anxiety having him this close.Â
You couldnât help but to give him what he wanted.Â
âWhat really happened that night?â You whimpered out, terrified of that answer. âWhy did Stiles leave the dance?âÂ
Void grinned.Â
âWhat a brilliant question. You are such a clever girl.âÂ
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All of it happened so fast.Â
Stiles spotted Lydia from afar - her red hair very distinctive. Then he saw it - a humanoid shape transforming into a big, black beast. Razor sharp teeth and claws.Â
He begged for her life, and he had been given one chance to spare her - a single call to Jackson. Luckily, the asshole picked up. (It was the one time in Stilesâs life that he had ever been thankful for Jacksonâs existence.)Â
And then, he was being kidnapped, forced into his own car and being forced to drive to God knows where.Â
Of course, he was far too busy with the panic of it all, and he didnât notice you.Â
He didnât notice you - stumbling into the parking lot, looking for him in order to apologize for what you had said. He didnât notice you watching with suspicion and confusion as his Jeep pulled out of the parking lot at top speed. He didnât notice you going into your purse for your phone, looking to call his dad, considering making a report to him about it - only to find Jacksonâs keys in your purse from earlier that night. Because when you had spotted him still drinking more than an hour into the dance, so sloshed that he could barely stand, you had demanded his keys from him, telling him that you wouldnât let him drink and drive.Â
Stiles hadnât noticed you getting into Jacksonâs car and stealing it in order to trail behind him to see where he was going - just in time to miss Jackson running through the parking lot screaming for help with Lydiaâs limp body in his arms.Â
Stiles was too busy with panic and anxiety to notice any of that, far too busy wondering if he was going to get out of this alive. And now, he was driving down a deserted backroad with Peter Hale in his passengerâs seat, who was making entirely sexist remarks about how Lydia would end up ripping his throat out âtwice a monthâ if she survived The Bite.Â
âYou know, you didnât have to protect her from it.â Peter droned on, increasing Stilesâs anxiety and annoyance. âItâs going to make her whole life better. Sheâll thank me for it when sheâs ready.âÂ
âYou should have just left her out of this.â Stiles bit back. âLydia is a good girl. She doesnât deserve any of this.â He huffed. âIf she dies, I swear to god, Iâll-âÂ
âYouâll what?âÂ
Peter chuckled, grinning, seeming amused by Stilesâs vague, likely unbackable threats. Stiles ground his teeth, not responding - hating that they both knew he wouldnât be able to follow through on anything he threatened. Not when Peter could kill him with one clean swipe of his claws.Â
âYouâre protective. I do admire that in a man.â He paused, thinking. âThough, I suppose⌠youâre not quite a man, are you? At least not yet.âÂ
Stiles bit his tongue, not wanting to make any further threats that he couldnât live up to. He had seen what Peter could do, and unfortunately - he knew that he didnât have the physical force to fight against him.Â
So what the hell could he do?Â
That was the question that made Stilesâs mind tink on anxiously, convincing him further that he just might end up dead tonight.Â
âWhat about your other pretty friend?â Peter wondered aloud, changing the subject suddenly in a way that confused Stiles. âAre you just as protective of her?âÂ
âWhat? Are you talking about Y/N?â Stilesâs heart began pumping even more viciously with anxiety, absolutely terrified that you were on Peterâs radar.Â
He hated that he knew Peter could hear it - that spike in his heart rate that indicated his fear, his weakness.Â
âThe one in the blue dress.â Peter told him, seeming almost disinterested in the conversation as he picked at his nails. Stilesâs heart thumped harder in affirmation, and Peter continued. âShe wears that lovely vanilla perfume-âÂ
âLeave her out of this!â Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs, rage overtaking him so suddenly that he almost swerved off the road - Peter reached over and corrected this, rolling his eyes at the outburst.Â
Stiles clenched his jaw tightly and looked ahead at the road, fuming.Â
(Driving behind him in Jacksonâs car, you wondered why his driving was suddenly so erratic.)Â
âYou leave her the hell alone.â Stiles huffed, praying that there was some finality to his words.Â
âThat would be a little difficult, considering that sheâs been following us for half a mile.â Peter grinned. âI am going to have to speak to her about this whole matter when we arrive.âÂ
Stiles thought that Peter was bluffing - trying to use you as leverage to get him to co-operate, just as he had done with Lydia. But when he squinted into the rearview mirror, he saw⌠Jacksonâs car? And a flash of blue in the driverâs seat that must have been your dress.Â
Fuck.Â
He was so screwed.Â
âWhat do you mean âspeak to herâ?â Stiles questioned, entirely panicked.Â
âWell, we canât have her running back to the Argents to warn them.â Peter smirked. âPerhaps, I can convince her how beneficial the Bite would be to her-âÂ
âNo!âÂ
Stiles screamed, his voice filling up the entire cab of the Jeep with the might of his protection toward you.Â
âEnough! Okay? Enough. You can do whatever you want with me - Iâll do whatever you want, I swear. And then you can kill me when youâre done with me so I wonât blab.â His voice tightened up around these words, slightly frightened to resign himself to this fate, but he was willing to do whatever it would take to protect you. âJust leave her the hell alone.âÂ
âAnd if I donât?â Peter asked, taunting, clearly enjoying the emotional reaction prompted from Stiles trying to protect you. âWhat can you possibly do about it?âÂ
Think. Stiles wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel. Think, think, think, Stiles! Youâre supposed to be the clever one.Â
An idea popped into his head.Â
It wasnât clever. It wasnât good. But it was the only idea that he had.Â
And when he took one last glance in the rearview mirror and realized that you were about twenty feet back - more than enough to hit the brakes in time - he resigned himself to it.Â
He put his seatbelt on, and then - he harshly turned the wheel toward the nearest tree and - he gunned it.Â
âŚÂ
The crash shocked you.Â
You slammed on the brakes as quickly as you could, and came to a stop a few feet behind the tree that Stiles had rammed into. You stumbled out of the driverâs side door in shock, tears in your eyes as you wandered toward the Jeep - which was now nothing more than a heap of twisted metal, smoking, the horn blaring loudly where it was crumbled against the tree.Â
âStiles?â You called out, praying that he would answer you. âStiles?âÂ
You slowly came around the car, finally able to get a good view of him through the smashed driverâs side window.Â
He was entirely still, collapsed against the air-bag that had emerged from the steering wheel, blood smeared all over the white material. So much blood. It painted the smashed front windshield, dripped through his shirt. He was so still. He wasnât moving. He-
âStiles?âÂ
When he didnât respond, you let out a loud sob.Â
âStiles? Come on - you - you have to-!â You couldnât contain another sob as it tore through you, making you utterly breathless.Â
You had been so distraught that you didnât notice the passenger side door was wide open, even though there was not a single trace that anybody had been sitting there. Even if you had noticed, you likely would have chalked it up to the door being flung open from the force of the crash.Â
Your ears were pounding with blood from the shock and you didnât even notice the wolf-like howls echoing into the night above you.Â
âŚ
âI thought he was dead.âÂ
Your body couldnât contain another sob when you got to this part in the story - finally providing Void with the tears he so desired.Â
As you went over the horrors of that night in your mind, they now poured freely down your face. Your pain was made even worse with the stunning realization: Stiles had done it all to protect you. Put himself in danger, gone through so much pain - all to protect you.Â
Void smiled at you - a terrible, haunting grin that he mocked you while wearing the face of the man you loved the most.Â
âSo beautiful.â He hummed, reaching out and wiping your tears - not to comfort you, of course. He gathered the wetness on his fingers and brought it to his lips, licking it. At this, he gave a satisfied sound. âSo much pain.âÂ
âAre we done now?â You asked, wanting to be alone to wallow in your pain.Â
Truthfully - you wanted nothing more than the comfort of Stiles. You wanted him to hold you and tell you that everything would be okay in the soothing way that he always did. You wondered if hugging Void would feel the same. You wondered if you could close your eyes and pretend, even for a moment.Â
âNo.â He told you, enjoying the extra little bit of anguish he could wring from you by telling you this. âBecause that wasnât the worst part, was it?âÂ
âŚ
âLook, Noah, itâs probably nothing.â Melissa said firmly, doing her best to try and soothe the fellow parent. Sheriff Stilinski had already been at the hospital to take a report on what had happened to Lydia when something else came over the radio - a car accident report about a crash involving a blue Jeep. âStiles isnât the only person in this town who drives a-âÂ
Before she could even get the words out, the paramedics came bursting into the ambulance bay, wheeling in a bloodied, unconscious Stiles on a stretcher with you walking beside them, holding his hand.Â
âMy boy.â The Sheriff sobbed, rushing to reach them.Â
Melissa knew that the doctors would likely need to get him up to the ER with the kind of condition that he was in, so she moved to escort you and the Sheriff to the waiting room. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you refused to be pulled away - you refused to let go of his hand.Â
âHe needs me.â You bawled, tears still steadily streaming down your face. âHe needs me!âÂ
âLet them work, sweetie, just-â Melissa argued gently, trying to be understanding about the kind of shock you were in.Â
âHe needs me! He needs me!âÂ
She held you back, tearing your grip off of Stiles so that he could be escorted to the ER. Melissa began to cradle you comfortingly, rubbing a hand on your shoulder.Â
There was only a short moment of silence before-
âWhat the hell happened?â The Sheriff turned to you, barking the words loudly, obviously yearning for answers about how Stiles had gotten hurt.Â
âI - I donât know.â You answered meekly, feeling intimidated by him.Â
âWas he drinking? Were you two partying?â He screamed, getting closer into your space.Â
Quickly, Melissa stepped between the two of you, putting a hand on Sheriff Stilinskiâs chest to keep him at bay.Â
âNoah, stop it-âÂ
âWas he drinking?â He pressed, forcing the words out slower, as though you were too dumb to understand.Â
âWhat? No!â You quickly replied. âStiles doesnât drink!âÂ
(That had been a lie. You had seen him drink a few times at parties. But you knew that he was a firm proponent of designated sober drivers because of how many accident reports his father had filed from drunk drivers that involved death.)Â
âEven if he was, I would never let him drive! Stiles would never let anybody drink and drive because thatâs what you taught him!âÂ
You felt a slight bit of guilt, knowing that you had sipped on Jacksonâs bottle and gotten behind the wheel. You wondered if that one single sip made you guilty of the crime that Stiles was so very much against.Â
Before you could dwell on it too much, you continued.Â
âI took Jackonâs keys from him to keep him from drunk driving! Thatâs how I followed Stiles in the first place.âÂ
âYou used my car?â Jackson appeared behind you suddenly, taking on an accusatory tone.Â
Everyone ignored him.Â
âWell? Where was he going? What was he doing? How the hell did this happen?â
âI. Donât. Know.â You ground out slowly. âItâs not like it was my fault!âÂ
âŚÂ
Void let out another astrid laugh.Â
âOh, but it was.â He grinned. âIt was all your fault. How did it feel lying to a police officer about the fact that you almost killed his son?âÂ
âI wasnât lying.â You replied, your throat gripped by tears. âI didnât know.âÂ
You were glad that you hadnât known the truth at the time. You werenât sure if you could have faced the Sheriff, knowing that Stilesâs near death experience had been all your fault.Â
âWould you look the Sheriff in the eyes and tell him that now?â Void asked. âOr would you apologize? Tell him that itâs all your fault that stupid, infatuated Stiles crashed his car into a tree trying to save you?âÂ
âI-â You choked out, truly unsure what to say. âI donât know.âÂ
âWould you have taken his place?â Void snipped, quick to berate you with more questions.Â
âWhat?â You parroted back, slightly confused.Â
âWould you have taken his place?â He repeated. âYou - caught up in that heap of twisted metal, carted off to the hospital to be poked and prodded by doctors, cut up, barely alive? Him - crying at your bedside like a pathetic idiot?âÂ
You had never considered it. You didnât think it was wise to dwell on the past or mull-over hypotheticals like that. But truthfully - you thought that what had happened to you was worse. You thought that Stiles got the better end of it, sleeping through most of it while you had to steep in your pain.Â
âY-yes.â You said, hesitating slightly, feeling as though this was the proper, kind answer - saying that you would have taken the physical pain for him - that you would have laid in the bed and taken all of it in his place if you could have.Â
âUh-oh.â Void said, shaking his head. âNobody likes a liar, Y/N.âÂ
How he knew that you were lying, you had no clue.Â
But you were eager to move on from it before he prodded you about it any further. So you quickly moved on with your story.Â
âAnd then, there was the waiting.â You told him. âWe had to wait hours for him to come out of surgery, wondering if he was going to live. And then I waited for weeks by his bedside, wondering if he was ever going to wake up.âÂ
You swallowed around a painful knot in your throat as you remembered it.Â
âSo perfectly pathetic, isnât it?â Void commented. âThe way that you showed up to that hospital every single day - spent nights sleeping beside him in an uncomfortable plastic chair, just waiting⌠every single day waiting to see if he was going to wake up. Or rather - seeing if he was going to finally slip away. Waiting to see if he was finally going to die.âÂ
You let out more tears and Void sniffed the air again, taking a deep breath, enjoying the depth of your pain.Â
âI wish I could have been there.â He remarked. âEvery single day, you mourned over him. You cried for him. What a waste of sweet suffering.âÂ
He let out another laugh. You go do nothing more but sit there and let him mock you, let him indulge in the suffering that you had promised him.Â
âYou showed up every single day and he didnât even know it. You talked to him, read to him, played him music⌠not even knowing if he could hear you. Thinking that he could hear you, but just⌠hinging it all on that tiny ray of hope.âÂ
You thought for certain that Void would confirm then and there that Stiles had never heard you when he had been comatose, because before he had said that your hope being broken was âdeliciousâ.Â
But what he did next hurt so much more.
Because of course, he knew the worst, most perfect ways to hurt you. Â
âYou read him The Velveteen Rabbit⌠because he said that his Mommy used to read it to him.âÂ
Void said, mocking deep in his voice. And then, he put on a shrill impression of you as he spoke again - repeating word for word what you had said to Stiles when you had been at his bedside. Private words that had been meant only for Stiles.Â
ââStiles, you have to wake up. You have to wake up so we can be together again. Look, I know I messed up before, but⌠I really like you. I might even love you. Fuck it - I do love you. Iâm in love with you, and you - you have to wake up so that I can spend the rest of my life loving you.ââÂ
He burst into laughter with these last words, cutting right through you.Â
âWell, newsflash!â He screamed, startling you with his sudden volume, shaking you. âStiles isnât going to wake up this time. Heâs never coming back again. Youâre going to spend the rest of your life alone.âÂ
âHe will.â You said weakly, knowing how defeated you sounded. âHeâll come back. Heâll come back to me, I know it.âÂ
You and Void both knew that you were trying to convince yourself with these words.Â
Void pulled up his shirt, showing off the long, jagged scar in the middle of Stilesâs stomach - the scar he had from the accident.Â
âSee this? This is his human weakness.â Void stated. âI came along and I made him into something so much better. I made him strong. I made him-âÂ
âYou ruined him!â You screamed, finally standing from your chair, hyper charged with your own rage now. âYou took away everything that made him good - his sweetness, his kindness, his empathy. You-âÂ
âNo, sweetheart.â Void grabbed your face, shutting you up and causing sharp shocks of pain across your head as he roughly jostled you. âThose things have always been his downfall. His stupid kindness and empathy caused him to crash himself into a fucking tree tyring to protect you. You - a dumb bitch who is still willing to put herself this close to a demon who could gut her in a second without a single care.âÂ
You held your breath. You waited for him to do something more - to truly attempt to harm you.Â
And then, after a paralyzing second of staring into those dead eyes - he let you go again. You took a step back. You should have run - you should have run, and run, until you found Scott or someone else. But he was right. You were a dumb bitch. Even now, you couldnât abandon Stiles.Â
âYou know, itâs even the same thing right now.â Void grinned. âThe minute he gets back the slightest bit of control, he keeps trying to crash the damn car. He keeps trying to protect you!âÂ
He burst into laughter again, and your insides shook with fear.Â
You knew that Stiles âcrashing the carâ this time would only end with him dying. And you werenât sure which was worse - him living in there, trapped and tortured while a demon controlled his body - or him killing himself to end all potential harm that Void could do to you and anybody else.Â
âEven now, heâs begging me to shove this pathetic little knife into his neck,â He said, taking your knife out of his pocket and raising it up to his jugular. âJust so that there wonât be a single chance of me hurting you.âÂ
Your chest jumped.Â
Upon instinct, you stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, attempting to pull the knife back - but of course, Void was much stronger than you, and his grip didnât budge. Not even a slight bit.Â
Your heart raced as you began to panic.Â
âPlease, donât-â You muttered out, knowing that begging was likely your only course of action, whether Void or Stiles was the one in control.Â
He grinned. âWhat are you going to do to stop me?âÂ
You had an idea. A terrible one.Â
You leaned in, sealing your lips onto his - feeling chapped skin against yours and for a moment thinking that you had a one-way ticket to getting stabbed. But then, you felt the stiff, tense form underneath you soften up. You felt a gentle sigh, a sigh of relief leave Stilesâs lips as he pressed back, pushing into the kiss as though he had been yearning for this for centuries.Â
The hand holding the knife to his neck shook - sharp spasms going through the muscles as he battled with himself. And after a moment, he dropped the object to the floor with a quiet clatter. Then, he brought that hand to smooth across your back in a gentle, comforting way that could have only been Stiles.Â
You pulled away from the kiss after a moment, and when you looked into his eyes, you knew for certain that it was him. The softness, the sadness, the apologetic mourning.Â
âY/N-â He croaked out, releasing a few years of his own.Â
âHang in there, my love.â You told him, reaching up to gently grasp at his cheek.Â
And then, just like the sun peeking through on a cloudy day - he was gone.Â
Voidâs horrible grin took over once again, and all the life dropped out of those eyes.Â
âYou truly are pathetic.â He said, giving another horrible laugh.Â
Perhaps he was trying to convince you that Stiles had never been there, that it had only been a trick, but - you knew what you saw.Â
Void hated it.Â
It was something that he absolutely hated to admit, but you gave Stiles strength. You were likely the only person in town, likely the only thing on earth that could have given him - a weak, stupid, pathetic human, the strength to overpower the epic thousand year old demon that had taken control.Â
In that moment, in an instant, he decided that you had to be eliminated.Â
Void didnât hesitate to reach down and pick up the knife.Â
âNo-â You gasped out.Â
Before you could blink, he grabbed your shoulder, shoved you against a nearby wall, and plunged the small blade into your stomach. He didnât stop just once - he stabbed you again, and again, and again - creating a flurry of blood and mashing flesh that caused you to gasp from the pain and sheer shock that overtook your body.Â
It didnât hurt as much as you expected it to. It was like a simple pinprick - nothing more painful than a needle piercing your skin for a routine blood sample. But when you felt the intense hot waves of blood pouring out, soaking your clothes - you knew that it was bad. You were already shaking from the shock and you knew that him pressing against you was the only thing still holding you up.Â
Void took a tight hold of your face, both your cheeks in one blood-coated hand, and pressed his forehead tightly into yours.Â
âLook at her.â He growled out, his voice as sharp and frightening as ever. âLook at her. Look at her while sheâs dying.âÂ
You knew in an instant that he wasnât talking to you.Â
âLook at what youâve done, Stiles!â He screeched, his voice harsh, almost distorted. âAll that begging⌠all that begging - all for nothing!âÂ
âItâs okay.â You huffed out, reaching up, your hand surprisingly bloody, trying to touch his cheek in comfort. âIt-itâs okay.âÂ
You were determined to survive this. Or - at the very least - you didnât want Stiles living with the guilt if you didnât.Â
âStiles-âÂ
Void wouldnât stand for it. This comfort.Â
He quickly stamped out this truth with a few more quick, violent jabs of the knife into your gut, forcing Stiles to watch as he violently eviscerated you.Â
Then, he tossed the knife aside and let you slump to the floor before he walked away.Â
He left you for dead, all too pleased with how utterly the sight of you bloodied and limp tortured Stiles.Â
He left you there, not knowing that he left you with just enough determination - just enough life left you to drag your shaking body to the phone and get a bloody hand wrapped around it.
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dating him | yang jeongin
â whyâd you come into my life so late? â
chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | JEONGIN
guys this oneâs a secret romantic
even the boys are shocked when he tells them he has a gf now so casually
like WDYM ?!!??
anon said this but picture the boys eating at a restaurant
and the boys r like the food here is crazy good like howâd u find this place
and he goes idk my gf recommended it
and then thereâs silence
before all hell breaks loose
bc wdym ⌠wdym u have a gf and u didnât tell us ????????????
dramatic faces of betrayal from hyunjin and han i can imagine bc their baby didnât tell him
i think seungmin would know just bc theyâre dorm mates and i think jeongin trusts to ask him advice without BOOKING him to the boys
he seems nonchalant on the outside, just a silly boy
but heâs the sweetest
i think heâd treat love so gently âšď¸âšď¸
heâs always wanted to explore romance, always wanted to find it
he couldnât ever admit it out loud bc he knows heâd get teased
he was the boysâ baby after all
and since he was the boysâ baby, by association, you were now their baby too
u two are the couple they adore
they act like theyâre ur parents
chan dad mode activated
anyways heâs kind of emotional and sensitive
so i think the both of u navigate through love for the first time together
itâs a lot of ups and downs
BUT âŚ. itâs led to him realizing just how much he loves you
i totally believe youâd go on either the most goofy dates or very expensive dates
no in between
heâd be the type to treat you and have staycations at 5-star hotels
youâd just cuddle and watch movies and eat room service
YES I SAID CUDDLE
even the boys were shocked when they saw it for the first time
bc ?!!!???? their baby ?!!!?? physical touch ?!!?
jeongin never minds when itâs with u
but itâs also something heâs had to learn
heâs very appreciative of ur patience
anyways back to ur dates
i can imagine u guys just buying a bunch of strawberry cakes and doing a taste testing
like uâd record it and everything
u canât post it bc he kisses u like 928373 times in that video
thereâs a makeout session like once
oh, and dinner dates
and very competitive rock paper and scissors over who pays for the food
except when he loses, heâd cheat and say heâd go to the bathroom but heâs actually paying for it
so keep ur eyes on that boy
i think heâd also be the type to really enjoy clothes shopping with you
youâd just put on a fashion show for each other
heâd end up buying a few things he rly liked on you
heâs got good fashion sense
might sneak in a matching item or two
maybe some shoes so itâs more subtle
jeongin also loves playing tourist in ur own city
the two of u would just walk around
visit some tourist spots
take pictures even
itâs just rly funny and rly cute
it feels a lot like being a kid again with him
u guys even buy useless toys for kids and bring them back to the dorm
đđđđ
this includes like those little charms for kids
u two end up making craft bracelets and necklaces
and even tho they look ridiculous, u wear them in public
this is ur own version of promise rings
anywahs minho ends up taking some of the toys uâd bought for his cats
when the boys come home, u two are usually just cooped up in jeonginâs room
bc he wants his privacy!!!!!!!!
but when he lets it slip, and u two fall asleep on the couch, expect lots of pictures taken
iâm sorry
the boys are also emotional
theyâd wake u up so u guys can have dinner together
heâd get so blushy and embarrassed and threaten his hyungs ofc
han jisung: when will it be my turn ???
they just want love from innie too
UGHHGHG kicking each otherâs foot under the table while eating
he loves annoying u
but u love annoying him equally
when u arenât over at the dorms
heâd be the type to text you random links on youtube at 3am
those charlie bit my finger type beat
gorilla destroys crocodile epic video
jeongin also gives me the âsends u thingsâ vibe
uâd suddenly receive flowers without warning
or get those âdid you eat?â texts and if u say no, yeah, best believe heâs already delivering food to u
hmmmmm uâd probably be his plus one in fancy events
but u guys end up ditching those to eat at fast food chains
yes ⌠in ur very fancy dress and his rly sexy suit âŚ. out in a fast food restaurant
u guys get weird looks but
jeongin doesnât mind đ
as long as heâs happy with u
AWWWWWWWW
u guys also attend or volunteer for charity events together
i think heâs rly found his match
treat each other well !!!!!
congrats on finding love
note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me iâm crazy
#edited after anon added smthn credits to u!#k-labels#stray kids x reader#jeongin x reader#i.n x reader#i.n. x reader#skz x reader#stray kids drabbles#in x reader#kpop imagines#stray kids imagines#stray kids blurbs#stray kids scenarios#yang jeongin x reader#stray kids drabble#stray kids oneshot#stray kids headcanons#stray kids fluff#jeongin fluff#i.n imagines#i.n fluff#i.n scenarios#yang jeongin imagines#yang jeongin scenarios#yang jeongin fluff
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cringe is dead right? anyway made up some danny phantom ocs. say hi to carly and carla, aka lee and la. do you get it? because the vampiress carmilla? do you get it? do you get the joke. do you ge- [gets shot]
i wanted to combine some of my favorite tropes for these two. i looove battle twins in media especially when they're side characters. like the twins from the book of life or something. i love battle maids/battle nuns too so. theres that. i also thought that they'd make some fun minions of vlad's. anyway heres a lot of headcanons and their story. to me. in my head.
instead of vlad's estate being a literal castle, to go with his vampire and gothic themeing instead i thought it would be badass as hell if he lived in a refurbished cathedral. he's over the top enough for it.
lee and la were twins who werent the best people, tho certainly not the worst, kind of middle of the road, when they eventually joined the church and became nuns to turn their lives around. though their old lives catch up to them and they're murdered in the church one night. their deaths causes the cathedral to be condemned and abandoned. a couple decades later, the dairy king buys the property and refurbishes it into a manor that he lives in until he passes, which is then where vlad steps in
vlad's a powerful ghost, and the way im assuming haunting works is that powerful ghosts claim territory to.... haunt yknow? dannys having territory spats with other ghosts because amity is his home/haunt, that kind of thing lol. so vlad's already OP as hell, by the time he's become rich enough to buy the manor he's highly respected as a millionaire and highly feared as plasmius (the wisconsin ghost? he probably has a cool moniker people use LOL). im sure vlad had no problem forcefully expelling ghosts from his territory and.... destroying them? second killing? who knows man lol afterlife makes that difficult to explain.
vlad makes quick work of getting rid of any ghosts that try to stay in the manor the second he moves in. lee and la arent the most powerful ghosts in the area, but they are the most prominent since their murder caused a lot of folklore to surround the church, and theyre the most attached to it and dont want to leave it behind.
they're also scared enough of plasmius that i imagine they just cry and beg and grovel at vlads feet begging him to let them stay and they'll do anything. vlad atp i feel would do all of the "dirty work" himself when it comes to ghost stuff, so he thinks maybe they wouldnt be so bad to take on as errand girls. so he does, he lets them stay under the condition they do whatever he tells them to whenever he says. they agree instantly
vlad in the show is def not above manipulating, threatening, or paying off others to do dirty work for him, so i think itd be cool or smth to have lee and la be the ones that were first added to the plasmius payroll. and then the buzzards, and the others, etc.
itd be funny i think that they're reoccuring side kicks that are this mix of like. team rocket but not as incompetent, but they are kind of goofy. they annoy the hell out of vlad when he's near them though, which has become more often since i think to pass them off to other people he'd act like they're his secretaries or something. or like their job and relation towards vlad changes everytime we see them like how team rocket always have different disguises LOOOL. tho they prob have to cover up more and stuff to not look... yknow... dead. i like to think ppl in danny phantom can be more or less sensitive to spiritual stuff, so the more sensitive you are the more lee and la would cause your creep factor to go off.
so for bitter reunions they probably dont do much except protect the buzzard ghosts for phantom and then skedaddle when plasmius shows up to fight him. they probably act as vlads "hired help" for throwing the reunion and jack makes a horrible first impression on both of them somehow. idk i just think itd be really funny if they hated jack and maddie HAHA.
idk to me vlad has a "scar and the hyenas" from the lion king vibe with them. hes like "god im surrounded by idiots" everytime he hears them speak
though i guess one important thing to note is that theyre Not his daughters! the whole point with these two is to emphasize the fact that plasmius is lonely. danny has two friends that, despite danny's immense power, are all equal. they love eachother, look out for eachother and care for eachother no matter what. lee and la may liven up the room whenever they're around, but they're ultimately scared of vlad and stick around for their own sake. over the years they've probably come to like him some, but they're still driven by fear. they're not equals, theyre underlings.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#vlad plasmius#guess ill die (danphantom)#danny phantom oc#<- sigh. yep. cringe is dead amirite#anyway i been thinkin about them. oopsies#đ§ť sharts
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â§âËâ§ â[ pocket powerhouse ]â
âââ .°Ëâ§ requested by @klerns-birdie Ëâ âš
ft. logan howlett x f! reader x wade wilson â xmen, marvel
â°ââ§ entering the void with their tiny, mighty companionâ1.4k words
setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: canon typical blood & violence (and murder lol), reader is described as short & cute, super strength mutation, reader is the one who kills sabertooth in this one, fourth-wall break
⤠author's note: this was funnier in my head
they had you surrounded on all fronts, some standing before you and others on armored vehicles, holding their weapons and fists up ready to strike at any moment. if they didnât clearly have bad intentions, then you would have been flattered at this little welcome party gathering together after only a few minutes of being sent into the void. they probably heard the ruckus wade and logan were making since they simply couldnât keep their hands off of each other.
meaning, they couldnât stop beating each other up and using any means necessary to shed blood or break bones despite it all being healed within the span of seconds.
you find the only successful way to get them to stop trying to kill each other is by threatening to kill them first, throwing a punch into the ground to destroy it under you as a means to grab their attention while shouting that youâll decapitate them if they continue.
they listen to you most of the time and drop the mini battles, not because they believe you would actually do it, but because they believe they are humoring you by doing so (and because they know to sit down and shut up when a pretty woman tells them to). with super-strength as your mutation, you could do it with ease, they know you canâ itâs just so difficult to think that such a cute little thing who pouts when ignored and is frequently used as an armrest due to short stature would ever do anything of the sort. you still have yet to act on your warnings, only depending on bloodlust-filled glares to settle them down much like a teacher waiting for her noisy class to be quiet.
logan thinks you all bark and no bite, wade compares you to an angry bunny, itâs safe to say they take what you say with a grain of salt, exchanging amused looks and admiring how cute you are when yelling profanities and gory details of how youâre going to maim them. (blah, blah, blah, proper name, place nameâ backstory stuff)
the three of you cringed at the failure of johnny storm, grimacing when his balls probably got crushed on a metal pole and every time he hit his head before getting captured. his end goal was clearly to escape, but you didnât quite know how he was planning to get there when he set himself alight and started flying.
âi know you!â a large man with flowing blonde hair jumped off the tank, landing with a heavy thud on the compacted sand.
âoh my god, thatâs sabertooth, peanutâs brother,â wade explained.
âbrother? they donât really look anything alike aside from being⌠uh⌠feral?â
âwell you see, apparently there are some discrepancies about that. the author isnât sure about anything because her bitch-ass still hasnât watched any of the x-men movies or done her research. something about âbeing too busy with real life,â can you believe that?â
âokay, you lost me when you started talking about âan author,â but lay off her!â
sabertooth growled at logan, âready to die?âÂ
âhey, donât threaten him! i donât care if heâs your brother, heâs my friend!â you interrupted, walking up to him, acting nonchalantly like he was a teddy bear when he was truly a grizzly. he was much taller than you too, towering over you and leaving you in his shadow.
âget outta my way, girlieâ he barked, extending his claws, prepared to sink them into your flesh. âyouâre lucky youâre cute, or else i already would have killed you.â
âaww, thank you! but i canât accept compliments from someone who wants to kill my friend, so to that, i say âfuck off!ââ
before he could let out a roar about how you should know who youâre talking to or swipe his claws at your face, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face. it was much like a dramatic slap from television shows where the girl finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her or something, except his head went flying off into the distance and sprayed blood everywhere. it happened so quickly that his body stood there for a second before flopping over.
âoh my god!â wade exclaimed, cupping his face in his hands from surprise before excitedly clapping them together, âoh my god, thatâs my girlâ thatâs our girl! see, thatâs what happens when you enlist a y/n on your team, i told you that it was a good idea to take her with us!â he picked up the decapitated head and waved his arms around, paying no mind to the dripping red iron spilling on his costume, âyou bitches saw that? sheâs cute ân tiny but mighty, and sheâll absolutely fuck you up!â
the victory was short-lived as they took advantage of loganâs adamantium skeleton and other large pieces to scrap to trap all of you to a magnet. normally, this would be a breeze for you to get yourself out of, but you got hit in the head and quickly fell unconscious for them to ship you all away to cassandra.
when you finally woke up, youâre tied back-to-back with johnny and find your two companions in a similar position. âare you guys okay?â
âtheyâre asleep, but iâm okay,â logan answered, voice uncharacteristically amiable. despite being just as annoying as deadpool, he liked you a whole lot more and never spoke to you as roughly as he did to him. you were sweeter, more empathetic and understanding that he needed his own space, and, he isnât going to lie, very easy on the eyes. âand you?â
âiâm okay! my head really hurts thoughâŚâ you winced and shook your head a few times, trying to get the pounding sensation out. âgod, this place is crazy. first we get teleported to this junkyard and thenââ
âdid you really mean what you said back there?â
âwhat did i say?â
âwell⌠youâŚâ god, he felt stupid, he was about to back out and say ânevermind,â but he knows that you wouldnât have let him go so easily. âyou said that i was your friendâŚâ
âyeah! you are! i mean, i killed your brother for you even though you could have done it yourself, putting myself in danger just so that you didnât have toâ you better consider me a friend too!â
he should tell you that you shouldnât call him that nor think of him that way since nothing good ever comes out associating with him, but he canât bring himself to say the words heâs routinely told others to successfully push them away. something about the look in your eyes, the way they sparkled when you looked at him. something about your smile, toothy and full of hope for the future to make up for his lack of. something about you makes him keep his mouth shut.
instead, he looks away, muttering a quiet word of thanks.
you tilt your head in slight confusion, not understanding the depth of your statement yet and how it managed to pull a word of gratitude out of a man who was in a constant state of irritation, but it made you irrationally happy and giddy inside.
wade was murmuring a few unintelligible sentences before coming to, and despite wearing a mask that covered his entire face, you could envision the mild look of disgust behind the leather as clear as day. âew, why are you smiling like that??â he took a glance at you and then back at him, repeating the process a few times. âwhat the fuck? you guys canât have a love story and leave me out of it! iâm the reason you two even metââ he finally seemed to process the situation from the close proximity with logan, looking him in the eyes through the white fabric of his mask and trying to find a way to loosen it to no avail. âhow long have i been asleep?â
ânot all of you was asleep.â
johnny seemed to wake up as well, beginning to tell a whole bunch of exposition about this place you were trapped in, something about a monster that would swallow you up and a âherâ who runs this entire place. he laughed at the notion of evading this womanâs grasp, but wade thought otherwise.
ânah, we can take her! i have a pocket powerhouse and the wolverine on my side, iâm not scared of anything!â
no one quite believes him, but itâs nice to see that your optimism has rubbed off on him.

#đ. her works#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#wade wilson#wade wilson x reader#wolverine#wolverine x reader#deadpool#deadpool x reader#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#marvel#marvel x reader#x men#x men x reader
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ELLIE PISSING ME OFFFF
Jesse clocked her tea about thinking sheâs the only one with problems like girllllll the way she was talking to them made me so madđđđđđđ
i know a lot is the drugs and addiction talking but sheâs lucky she even has people that genuinely care about her anymore ffs
UR SO EVIL⌠MY BRAIN IS FRIED :(((
ohhhh I WANTED TO GET INTO THIS SO BAD. this is gonna be long. itâs gonna be emotional. and itâs gonna hurt a little. because whatâs happening in collide right now is not just drama for dramaâs sake â itâs an unraveling thatâs been building for years. and everyone involved is hurting.
COLLIDE!ELLIEâS BEHAVIOR: AN ANALYSIS (Aka why she's spiraling and being awful)
youâre right to be mad. she is acting out. sheâs being cruel. defensive. manipulative. and when jesse called her out for thinking sheâs the only one with problems â he was absolutely right. because thatâs exactly how addiction warps your world: it makes your pain feel like the only pain that matters.
ellieâs in full collapse mode, and she doesnât even see it. she thinks sheâs still functioning. she thinks the music, the shows, the sex, the rage â all of it is keeping her going. but itâs actually just killing her slower. and in the process, sheâs lashing out at the people whoâve been trying to carry her for years.
and it didnât start in chapter 8. ellieâs been lying, manipulating, brushing things off with fake charm and sarcasm since the beginning.
and jesse and dina? theyâve always covered for her. theyâve always picked up the slack. theyâve always stayed. even when it hurt.
THE ROOT: Addiction as Survival and Self-Sabotage.
ellie doesnât think sheâs lovable unless sheâs suffering. she doesnât think sheâs real unless sheâs in pain. so when people try to help her â really help her â she pushes them away. she lies. she performs. she shuts down or explodes. not because she doesnât care. but because care feels foreign. it feels threatening to someone whoâs spent so long building their identity around being the fucked-up one.
her addiction feeds off that belief. it convinces her that people only love her when sheâs raw and bleeding. so when reader starts getting worried, and jesse confronts her, and dina cracks â she sees it all as a betrayal, instead of what it really is: love.
thatâs why she talks to them the way she does. not because she doesnât love them.
but because she thinks love means taking pain together in silence.
and when that illusion breaks? she panics.
JESSE & DINA.
and god. they deserve so much credit. jesse and dina have been putting up with this for years. every lie. every 3am emergency. every time she flaked on soundcheck or made the band about her. they let it go because they love her. because they remember the good in her. because they believed she could get better.
but in chapter 8, we finally see how they feel. they snap in this last tour. not because they stopped caring â itâs because they couldnât carry it anymore.
dina breaking down wasnât weakness. it was the result of years of strength. jesse yelling wasnât cruelty. it was exhaustion. theyâve been slowly abandoned by someone whoâs still physically there â and thatâs a unique kind of grief.
they love ellie. they always have. but love doesnât mean setting yourself on fire to keep someone else warm.
WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE US?
everyoneâs hurting. ellie most of all. but sheâs not the only one hurting. and thatâs what this part of the story is about â recognizing that addiction doesnât just destroy the person who has it. it fractures everyone around them.
youâre right to be mad at her. and youâre right to still want her to get better. because the tragedy of ellie is: she knows sheâs hurting people. but she doesnât believe sheâs worth saving anymore.
and thatâs the darkest place to be.
chapter 8 broke everything open. but that means, for the first time, things can start to change. the mask is off. the excuses are done. and now? itâs just ellie. finally out of time.
and joel.
weâre not done yet.
hold on.
#val answers anons!đ#âŕżCOLLIDE - series#lesbian#lesbian pride#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams smut#lesbian shot#ellie x reader#ellie williams x you#sapphic smut#ellie the last of us#tlou part 2#ellie tlou#ellie x fem reader#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#ellie williams x reader#the last of us 2#lesbianism#sapphic#wlw post#wlw#wlw yearning#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams the last of us#ellie willams x reader#dina woodward
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Headcanon thingy, but how would the companions + Gortash react to their lover taking a blow meant for them? (Sweetheart survives, but they'll definitely need some time to recover)
this post would get realllyyyy long if i did all the companions so i did the male companions + gortash, but let me know if u want me to do a separate one for the female companions too đđ
GN!reader, small mentions of violence
GORTASH
heâd prefer for you steer clear of any conflictâ he considers it beneath you to get your hands dirtyâ but he doesnât like to argue. he imagines one of these times youâll learn your lesson, meaning heâs fully expecting you to come crawling back after a good whooping while promising to never do it again
when heâs approached by an angry subordinate, shaking their fist and yelling profanities at him, he easily maintains composureâ he knows his steel watch could reduce anyone to a skid mark on the earth with a simple command. his scrappy sidekick howeverâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ đš
heâs only slightly embarrassed when you jump in front of the aggressor, telling them off for their disrespect. suddenly their anger is directed towards you, resulting in a nasty pop to the face that sends you onto the floor. his eyes widen at the sight of you injured for his sake, and with one sharp inhale, he orders his steel watch to destroy your attacker. (and their family. and their friends. and their acquaintances)
he stays at your side while you get bandaged up, threatening the healerâs life every time you wince. he asks what you learned from this experience, hopeful. you think âi need a thicker skullâ probably wasnât the right answer, seeing as his immediate response is âđżâ LMAO
WYLL
he loves to be the one who swoops in and saves you. it really gives him that âheroicâ feeling (even if you have to pretend to be his damsel in distress). you guys are always giving your enemies the ick đšđš
this all goes to his head though, and he can get a little too cockyâ like when he jumps in to take on too many enemies at once, and is clearly having a hard time defending you both. he tries to maintain his heroic persona, but you canât help noticing how you two are getting backed into a corner
while heâs distracted and putting on a show of chivalry, you see an enemy going straight for his blind spot. itâs too late to retaliate, but you do have enough time to jump out in front of the attack. he watches you fall to the ground in pain, HORRIFIED by the fact that he failed to protect you. he forgets his knightly act in a fit of desperation, fighting as dirty as he needs to so you two have the opportunity to scamper away
he criticizes himself SO badly over your injuries. the hit may have broke your face but his failure broke his soul... đ LMFAO. he vows to you that itâll never happen again, and that heâll be more vigilant than ever from then on outâ cue his extremely rigorous and inspirational training montage
GALE
he usually stays toward the rear during battle, using long range magic attacks while you take care of things in the front. heâs not adept at wearing armor and his robes donât offer much protectionâ itâs just smarter this way
now imagine how his feeble wizard bones begin to quake when an enemy sneaks past you and sprints his way with a melee attack LMFAO. heâs a planner, not an improviser, so his brain races a million miles a minute trying to think of which spell to use. he needs to cast something powerful, but your close proximity makes him hesitate
you notice his stutter and quickly reach out to off the enemy. unfortunately, this results in you turning your back to another and opening yourself up to a sneak attack. youâre hit hard, and it takes you out of the fight. luckily, the last enemy has 1 HP, so he can easily finish them off with a hasty bop on the head from his staff đĽ
afterwards, heâs STRICKEN with worry, cradling your face and trying to get you to speak to him clearly. once he realizes that your injury is healable, you get whiplash from how fast he switches back and forth between admiration and concern. âthat was absolutely amazing! 𤊠â âI THOUGHT YOU DIED!!! đľâ
ASTARION
you guys are super playful in battle. seeing who can kill the most enemies, doing fun combos together, trash talking (itâs giving legolas and gimli). fights with him on your team are rarely serious
heâs quick and alert, so heâs an expert at dodging attacksâ it just so happens that youâre standing behind him one of these times, and you end up taking the full force of the blow in his place. heâs used to teasing you for your misfortunes in battle, so his first instinct is to point and laugh đ
when you donât get up and give him a bloodstained grin, he realizes something is seriously wrong. a wave of panic washes over him, and the last thing he remembers is switching into feral vampire mode to get you two out of there safelyâ iâm talking ripping out throats with his teeth đš
youâre immediately scolded once you come to; âimagine how bad that couldâve been!â, and âyou scared me half to death!ââ a.k.a he feels SO BAD for letting this happen LMAO, and he 100% blames himself for not knowing you were behind him. he admits it was his fault after you promise to be more careful, and he promises that he will be too (with a little leg room for fun, of course)
#I LOVED WRITING THESE SO MUCH OMG#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate headcanon#astarion#enver gortash#wyll ravengard#gale dekarios#astarion x reader#enver gortash x reader#wyll ravengard x reader#gale dekarios x reader#x reader#my headcanons#asks
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What Post-Trespasser Stories Reveal About the Inquisitor
I recently finished reading Tevinter Nights and it struck me that these stories created a consistent portrayal of the Inquisitor - as if the writers were shaping a canonical vision of who the Inquisitor is.
In stories like The Dread Wolf Take You, Callback, Genitivi Dies in the End, and Murder by Death, and a bit of other extra media, thereâs a consistent throughline in how the Inquisitor is described.
1. Still Leading, Still Impactful
In The Dread Wolf Take You, when Solas reveals himself to Charter, he doesnât speak of the Inquisition as a disbanded or faceless group. He says: âWhen you report back to the Inquisitor⌠Say that I am sorry.â The wording is direct, and his voice falters as he says it. That moment reveals two things: the Inquisitor remains the point of contact and authority within the organization - and Solas still feels something personal toward them, suggesting the Inquisitor is someone who can still shake a 'god'.
In Genitivi Dies in the End, Charter continues to lead missions under the Inquisitionâs banner. The storyâs most sensitive discoveries - truths about the Evanuris and the Veil - are deemed too dangerous to publish. Instead, the information is sent âfor the generalsâ, implying a still-functioning command structure with the Inquisitor at the top - suggesting continuity and trust in the Inquisitorâs judgment.
That trust extends to temporary alliances too. In Dark Fortress, Fenris joins a team of Inquisition agents in a mission to stop a red lyrium ritual that threatens Thedas. The Inquisition is a force where it can even bring in allies like Fenris, who historically has strong anti-mage and anti-authoritarian views, but still sees value in this cause.
In Murder by Death, Cassandra speaks on the Inquisitorâs behalf when ordering an agent to stop an assassination plot in Nevarra. She makes clear: âThe Inquisitor does not wish to see that happen.â implying that the Inquisitor remains involved in major political decisions and is still regarded as a central authority by senior figures.
2. A Leader Worth Following
When Charter confronts Solas in The Dread Wolf Take You, she speaks as someone still acting on the Inquisitorâs moral example: âYou told the Inquisitor that you were going to destroy this world. Did you expect us not to try to stop you?â Her conviction reflects loyalty to the Inquisitorâs judgment. That influence lingers and it extends beyond Charter. In Dragon Age: Absolution, we see agents still working in the Inquisitionâs name - gathering allies, retrieving dangerous magical artifacts, and confronting threats linked to Solasâ broader network. In The Missing, Varric and Harding are personally tasked by the Inquisitor to pursue Solas through the Deep Roads and beyond. Their mission is about carrying forward a purpose they still believe in, even when the odds are against them. The fact that these field operatives continue to coordinate, recruit, and act with shared direction suggests they still recognize a leader worth following. This isnât a scattered resistance - itâs the legacy of someone whose influence still holds them together. Varric's letters in Veilguard support this as well.
All of this - agents acting in the field, dangerous intelligence routed back to them, and political directives issued in their name - builds a consistent picture. The Inquisitor isnât just a symbol of a bygone era. They are still trusted, still informed, and still pursuing Solas. And what they know - about the elven gods, the Veil, and Solasâ - goes far deeper than Veilguard alone suggests.
3. The Inquisition Was a Reflection of The People
In Callback, Sutherland and his companions return to a silent, corrupted Skyhold. The story pauses to reflect on the reach of the Inquisition that once called it home. The nobility feared the Inquisitionâs size - âten thousandâ soldiers, assassins, diplomats, and freeblades loyal not to crowns, but to a cause. That kind of devotion is implied to be unsettling to a world built on lineage and borders. More horrifying to them still was the idea that all of it could be wielded by one person: the Inquisitor. They were called a âcharismatic monster,â because the nobility feared them for how compelling, powerful, and persuasive they were.
But the same passage affirms that this 'feared' leader didnât misuse their power. Instead, they unified Thedas to oppose a false god - and in doing so, gave people a purpose beyond politics. The memory of that moment, when the Inquisitor stood and with Thedas shouted âNo!â as one against evil, remains so potent that Skyhold itself becomes a problem: too symbolic to destroy, too dangerous to leave untended.
And Sutherlandâs company, are called in because they understand what Skyhold meant. They are described as âsmall enough to disappearâ if things go wrong. And yet, they still go because they believed in what the Inquisition stood for, and in what the Inquisitor once gave them: purpose
4. They Were Good
This is perhaps the quietest consensus. These stories - by tone, memory, structure - don't seem to allow for an Inquisitor who was cruel or careless. No one speaks of them with bitterness or fear. The people who knew them speak with conviction, reverence, or quiet belief. Therefore the stories assume a certain kind of Inquisitor: decisive, compassionate, charismatic, inspiring and influential. They are the kind of leader whose agents are still willing to risk everything to stop Solas' destruction of the world.
Why would people continue to willingly follow a tyrant once the organization has been disbanded and their authority formally revoked? In Veilguard, Elgarânan commands loyalty through fear, manipulation, and 'promises'. His followers are bound by illusion and threat. But the Inquisitorâs allies are different. They follow because they believe.
That kind of enduring loyalty reveals a leader character who is rooted in shared purpose, moral clarity, and integrity. The Inquisitor leads by example, not decree and their strength is revealed through these stories in that others are still following them, even when theyâre no longer in power. Itâs a quieter, steadier kind of authority, one that is still consistent in Veilguard - especially one that shines through in the atonement ending.
At least, that's my interpretation.
#tevinter nights#the dread wolf take you#callback#murder by death#Genitivi Dies in the End#The Missing#cassandra pentaghast#solas#the inquisitor#canon inquisitor?#my interpretations as always#but c'mon it feels pretty clear on what kind of inquisitor these stories reveal#and i'm going to say it - no wonder people thought the inquisitor would have FAR more of a role in veilguard#dragon age stories#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age trespasser#dragon age veilgaurd spoilers#I want a tshirt that says I heart the inquisitor
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COUNTERFEIT - three
â˝ part two
⨠rio's library - good girl nbc
ă ⌠full library & archive ⌠ă
đ authors note: the story is starting to heat up and give you a sneak peak of whats to come.
đ pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.
đ word count: ~1.8K
đ summary: A day party, unexpected guest, damsel in distress, a lot of stress. Confrontation, unexpected chivalry, back stories & unfavourable truths. This one's messy đŞď¸ .
đ three - unnatural habitats
I try my best for courage as the city scenes change from outside my window. I can feel Charâs eyes on me. Our argument was conveniently well timed. Now, if I don't show up now to this PR activation of herâs iâll be toast. The worst sister in the world, problem child extraordinaire. Itâs not that I don't want to support Char, it's that Jasonwas invited. In order to secure the necessary funding to make things go off without a hitch she enlisted him knowing his firm's coffers are deep. Knowing Jason, he will be in attendance. Itâs the root of my reluctance to attend, not some petty spat and a childish attempt to get even. Char and I didn't speak until last night when she placed the dress she wanted me to wear today on my bed. A pinterest board of context for how I needed to look followed via text along with a detailed itinerary. I reacted to the messages with thumbs up and sat in the make-up artists and hair stylists chairs when they arrived smiling, laughing and talking with them - conceding and playing the role everyone wished to be my permanent disposition.
âWhere were you last night?â Char asks, drawing me from my thoughts.
I take a breath before looking over at her, âOutâÂ
Char rolls her eyes at me before smoothing out her dress - itâs rare vintage and gorgeous. âOut where?â she probes.
âDrinkingâ I respond being short with her and she sighs.
âWhatever, screw your life up. The rest of us are responsible enough to be your backup plansâ she snaps but iâm not in the mood for a back and forth.
âI can act the fool during your event if that's what you want?â I threaten her knowing the social game of chess well. Char glares at me in response. She knows she doesn't have to beg me not to. She knows I'd never knowingly light a match to anything she loves.
âI don't want that - I want the best for you Faith and you're just. I don't know what you're doing!â she shouts.
âIâm 24 and you're 25 Char, what the hell! Weâve got our entire lives ahead of us.â
âHow many weddings have we been to the past few summers? How many housewarmings and baby showers?â Char snaps like any one of these guys we grew up with is worth getting to claim her in any way.
âThatâs where the party dies Char. How many of our friends are the same?â I ask her.
âJust because you resent Merrick-â Char starts.
âItâs not about Merrickâ I snapped, tired of that narrative. âNone of this shit is real Char, I don't mind playing pretend but the charade has to end at some point! If mom didnât have Merrick we could still live the way we do. We have an uncle you know, our fathers brother.â
âDrug moneyâ she whispers well indoctrinated. Char looks at me appalled by my suggestion.
âBecause corporations are not just as exploitative and damaging to communities, and the environment?â I ask and she looks at me like I'm a mongrel. Daddy would roll in his grave. Thatâs the fundamental difference - our father was never self righteous. He never made his choice of employment out to be the right thing - it was just a means to take care of his family. Char was his princess and I was his shadow.Â
âOur father killed people and destroyed families with the poison he pumped into the community. Merrick is nothing like thatâ She snaps as the car comes to a halt. I exit the car and skip photo opps heading straight into the venue Iâve had a hand in decorating - Iâm not in the mood to schmooze or network. I head to the bar and get my first round as the music gets good. I throw a few shots back heading over to mingle and maintain my reputation as the âfunâ sister. Girls twerk around me but I spare my sisters the embarrassment of my participation. Iâm on a cool down when I see Jason watching me with longing. I donât remember the last time I enjoyed myself this much in his company. I want to run but I canât because weâve made eye contact. He looks like heâs been going through it and I can't imagine how much it hurts him to see me looking unaffected by our end.
âHeyâ he shouts over the music, having cleared the distance between us.
âHeyâ I responded.
âYou look beautifulâ He smiles with a hand on my hip. It should be familiar and refreshing but it just isn't. He pulls me in coming in for a kiss but I turn my head and step out of his hold before looking at him again.
âThanksâ I mutter, not nearly drunk enough to forget we're over.
âBabe, can we talk?â He asks, lips brushing against my ear.
âWe spoke already,â I remind him.
âYou havenât been taking my calls,â he says.
âBecause Jason I have nothing more to say!â I say louder my impatience growing.
âThen listen to me, I love youâ he says and for a moment the declaration moves me. But then something about him reminds me of Rick and it all goes away.
âThen let me go,â I plead. Jason searches my eyes before anger flashes in his. He pulls me to him like this is a bid for attention, a game of cat and mouse - a way to spice up our relationship and not a breakup.
âYou want more attention, I get it. Iâm here. I'll work less hours and make more time for us Faith. I love you - stop being like thisâ he says confirming my suspicions. It's a testament to how well Iâve gotten to know him and how little heâs been paying attention. The whole thing makes me upset and I pull away but he grabs my arms.
âHey!â A deep voice says in warning. I relax, relieved security is here but I turn to see Dâs cousin Rio. His expression is displeased as he sizes Jason up. Jason releases my arms - caught in his below the board behaviour. He straightens and my head spins. Rioâs the last person I expected here or defending me. He gives me a reassured nod before glaring at Jason like Jason has lost his everloving mind. Jason goes to grab me again before Rio steps between us.
âSheâs my girl, moveâ Jason snaps.
âDoesnât look like itâ Rio responds unmoved.
âWhy donât you go and mind your business?â Jason snaps.
âFaith, is this your boyfriend?â Rio asks, casting a look over his shoulder at me, all the while still using his body as a shield.
âI know everyone she knows and I donât know youâ Jason snaps.
âYou can do better than this, maâ Rio taunts with a smile thatâs only purpose is to provoke Jason.
âMa?! Faith, who the hell is this guy?â Jason snaps ready to make a scene.
âJason, call me when you arenât drunkâ I shout, needing to diffuse the situation for Charâs sake.
âFaith, donât walk away from meâ he shouts, stepping around Rio to grab at me again and it happens so fast Iâm shocked. Jason is grabbed by security and his wallet is plucked from his pocket. Another guard snaps a picture of his license.
âDonât worry, he wonât be allowed backâ the guard says. I force a mortified nod as security makes quick work of throwing Jason out discreetly. A few eyes are on us, Char among them.
Fuck, I curse to myself.
âThanksâ I mumble and Rio turns to face me.
âLet me guess, finance?â He says.
My head is still spinning. âWhat?â
âHe works in finance so he thinks people can be bought? And has shit to lose that's why he aint swing on me for talking to his âgirlââ Rio says with a knowing, taunting light in his eyes. It kills all of the chivalry of his actions.
âYes, financeâ I admit and he looks me over again like I can do better.Â
âWell D wouldâve wanted me to look out,â he shrugs cooly.
âThanksâ I respond, feeling deflated.
âIâll tell the staff you're a friend of the family, you need anything let us knowâ he comments glancing around the venue.
âAppreciate itâ I mutter seeing Charâs wide eyes behind him as she makes her way over.
âNo worries. But donât ever come to the bar dressed like that you hear?â He winks walking away.
âWho was that? Heâs hot!â Char asks as Rio disappears.Â
âDâs cousinâ I answer honestly.
âHow do you know him? I donât remember this cousin.â she asks.
âHe was around when I saw Dâ I omit the full truth and she looks in his direction some more.
âHeâs hotâ she repeats and I smile.
âHeâs not your typeâ
âWhat?â she asks.
âI'm pretty sure he doesnât fit your criteriaâ I tell her.
âWhat does he do?â She asks.
âHe looks like he does whatever he wants.â I tell her heading back to the bar. The bartender hands me a cherry margarita before I can order.
âFrom the bossâ he smiles and I do too. My sister watches me with a hundred questions when I donât pay and I know itâll be a long interrogation. I wonder if Rioâs actions are genuine kindness or flirting - either way the man is attentive and clearly dangerous. I head home shortly after the incident, skipping out on the after parties. When I wake up I see a slew of emails from Jason and roll my eyes. I see a message from char saying sheâs doing hot yoga and relax until my phone rings. I check the caller ID with one eye open and see Diegoâs name. Relief washes over me and I answer.
âHelloâ
âChar calledâ Diego says on the other end of the video call.
âYeah?â I ask and he nods.
âAsking if you were involved with my cousinâ Diego says and I roll my eyes.
âJason was sloshed and getting aggressive instead of my sister intervening your cousin did.â I explain.
âI know he told me, then asked me if guys like Jason are your typeâ Diego says with a knowing expression.
âWe both know he isnâtâ I admit. âHow's the play off season going at the bar?â I ask.
âGood. You low on money?â he asks.
âNo, I've been living off the tips and saving my salary. Itâs nice.â I admit.
âRioâs out of town next weekend so if you want to work let me knowâ he offers.
âIâm inâ I tell him.
âGoodâ
âDid Char tell you she thinks Rio is hot?â I ask and his eyes bug out.
âRio isnât her type, he has a son and two girlfriendsâ D says, surprising even me.
âTwoâ I exclaim shocked and D nods. âAnd heâd pretend Charâs the only one,â I add, shaking my head.
âGood at it too,â D scoffs, making me laugh.
âThen heâs exactly her type, she still believes in playing pretendâ I tell Jason who swallows.
âBoth of you need to stay away from him.â D says before changing the subject to something lighter.
group project - COUNTERFEIT (RIO)
authors note: checking in with readers. the first chapter did well but the second not so much. idk if you all are busy or tired with the state of the world, tired of rio or adjusting to the change in POV. Whatever the case I'm willing to pause updating this story for now and revisit updating it later.
This story is a slower burn than Forgiveless but I promise all the mess and spice you love and more is on the horizon.
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Nahh bro, the way Jinx acted like a kicked puppy when her darling is from another world?? Perfection.
I cant help but find it funny tbh. Imagine this:
Jinx:*finally thinks she made her lover no longer want to get home
Darling:"hey so umm...I found a portal that can take me back soo...gtg"
Jinx:"hey so umm...yeah no."
NO OMG YOUR MIND ANON
TW: Gun violence, yandere themes, possessive behaivour
The slightly annoying whir of power drill echoed through one of The Academy's private labs was the only thing that was keeping you going.
There wasn't much more to finish. You were going to get home. Even if you had to threaten Jayce with another one of Jinx's guns again.
You didn't exactly know when you became so proficient at this whole inventing thing. Jayce is a good mentor, you think. You hope the whole Viktor thing goes well.
You add the last screw into the last hole, and like that the portal is finished. Well almost.
You glance at the glowing blue orb placed far away from your messy workspace. Jayce's words run through your head, "Be careful. It's extremely volatile." You shook it off when he first said it. It's just a ball. They had those on Earth.
You got a lot more careful after seeing Jinx blow some poor guy's brains out with a hextech powered gun.
You take a deep, deep breath. This either works, or kills you. After all this, you're willing to take the chance.
Inserting the Hexgem, you pray.
The crackle the small thing lets out as it snaps in place is alarming, to say the least. Everything is going quick now. A whir of something that isn't a power drill. A snap of something that isn't the Hexgem. More sounds. Loud sounds.
ZAP.
"Woah..." You reach out to touch the blue-ish fog, your hand dissapears. You did it. Maybe you should sell your idea when you're back on earth.
Pulling your hand back you take in your surroundings for the last time. It's now or never. You're coming home.
The next part all happened so suddenly.
"What. Is. That." You gawk at the bullet in the wall, that was a bit too close to your portal and then Jinx blowing wispy smoke of her gun, she's trying to look put together. It's failing miserably.
"You-my-" You stutter out, you desperately need a minute to gather your thoughts, "It's a portal, I'm leaving Jinx."
She sneers, "I know what it is." She looks like she wants to explode the Academy. For the second time.
She carefully removes the Hexgem before loading it into her gun.
And with one small, disdainful glance, she pushes it over and you watch as your weeks and weeks of work is destroyed, "Oops. Clumsy me." Is all Jinx says.
It hits you right then and there that you're not getting home, you have a big blue and pink chain around your ankle that will never let go.
Jinx thinks nothing of it, she's had her inventions ruined before, you'll get over it. She'll make you get over it.
#I shouldve been working on long thing but i hate jayce now because i feel like i write him ooc#i guess you guys can judge that when i finally post the long one#this is just a quick fic idk why i went so hard on adjectives in the ending bit and#WE WSIH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEARRRR#yandere jinx#yandere jinx x reader#jinx#arcane#yandere arcane
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He Would Let You Live :
If Ryomen Sukuna were ever to love someoneâ
truly, terribly, without the mask of power or crueltyâit would be a slow undoing. A ruin of a ruin. A tragedy wrapped in something like warmth, but not quite. Love, for him, could never be soft. It would come with claws. It would come limping, feral, and afraid.
And he wouldnât call it love.
Because naming it would make it real, and real things can be lost.
He has always known how to keep power. To hold it in his palm like a pulse he can squeeze. But loveâlove would be the one thing he couldnât crush without feeling it bleed through his fingers. And that would drive him mad.
It would start in silence. Not the silence of peace, but the silence of awareness. Of you existing in his world like a candle in a slaughterhouse. Not asking to be saved. Just⌠being. Alive. Stubborn. Unafraid.
You would look at him like he wasnât a god, wasnât a monster, wasnât anything to worship or destroy.
And that would be the first sin.
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Sukuna doesnât understand kindness.
He recognizes itâlike one recognizes a dead language. He sees it in the way people reach for each other, beg for mercy, cradle each otherâs names in the dark. It confuses him. Makes him restless.
He would hate you for being kind to him. For seeing past the fangs and calling whatâs beneath it human.
âYou think Iâm something to fix?â he would sneer, the way you might snarl at a mirror that showed you too clearly. âDonât mistake survival for softness.â
But it wouldnât matter. You wouldnât try to fix him. You wouldnât offer him redemption like a leash. Youâd simply see himâand refuse to look away.
And Sukunaâundone, ugly, blood-soaked Sukunaâwould find that unbearable.
-----
He wouldnât know how to be gentle.
Not with hands that have only ever broken, gripped, ripped things from bone.
Not with a mouth that speaks in the language of threat and irony.
So heâd love you the only way he knows how: with fear, with possession, with distance. Heâd guard you like a secret. Watch you from shadows. Kill for you without you ever knowing your life was threatened. Tear down whole cities just to make sure the wind didnât reach your throat wrong.
And then deny it. Always deny it.
âYou think you matter to me?â heâd say, voice low and too careful. âYouâre just amusing. Thatâs all.â
But his eyes would betray him. They always do.
Theyâd hold something ancient.
Something awful.
Something that wants to kneel before you and call it hate because âloveâ would burn too hot.
-----
Heâd love you like a curse.
Like a habit he couldnât kill. Heâd resent you for being the one thing in this godless world that made him hesitate. That made him think. And in his hesitation, heâd find something that felt like fear.
Not the fear of loss.
But the fear of what he might become if he didnât lose you.
Because if you stayedâif you truly stayedâhe might have to believe he was more than a monster.
And heâs not sure he wants to be.
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When he touched you, it would not be tender.
Not at first.
It would be rough. Unsure. Like someone holding fire and expecting to be burned. His hands would shakeânot visibly, no, neverâbut something beneath the skin would tremble. As if the act of touching something without destroying it is the hardest thing heâs ever done.
And it would be.
Because Sukuna has never known love that didnât come with screams.
To want to protect instead of possessâthat is foreign to him. A new tongue. One heâs too old and too ruined to speak fluently. But he would try. Quietly. Without asking you to notice.
Youâd find food you didnât cook. Youâd wake with the blood of your enemies dried at your doorstep. Youâd feel eyes in the darkâwatching, waitingânot as a threat, but as a promise.
He would never say âI love you.â
But he would let you live.
And in his world, that is the highest act of grace.
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There would be irony in it.
That the King of Cursesâthe butcher of centuries, the calamity of heavenâwould fall not in battle, not in rage, but in devotion.
Slow. Terrifying. Sacred.
He would never beg for you. But he would remember your silence like scripture. He would trace your voice in the air after you left a room. He would hate everyone who made you smileâbecause he doesn't know how to be the reason.
He doesnât know how to be good.
But heâd want to be better. Not for the world. Never for the world.
Only for you.
Because you never asked him to be.
And thatâs the part that would kill him.
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If you ever walked awayâhe wouldnât stop you.
Heâd let you go.
And then heâd rip apart the world in your absence.
Not because you were his.
But because without you, he fears heâd forget how to be almost*human.
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So no. Sukuna wouldnât write you poems.
He wouldnât tell you youâre beautiful.
He wouldnât beg for your touch, or whisper your name in sleep.
Heâd carry you like a wound he refuses to heal.
Heâd make the world burn quieter so you could breathe.
Heâd say âyouâre alive, arenât you?â when asked if he loves you.
And maybeâmaybeâthat would be enough.
Maybe thatâs love, in his language.
Maybe, in a world where everything bleeds,
letting you live is the greatest confession he will ever make.
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@calpalsworld holding me at gunpoint and making me break my tumblr hiatus to post my thematic analysis of Look Outside. I know making horror about mental health is overplayed but hear me out for a sec, this one is good. CW for mention of sexual themes. And spoilers, obviously:
Look Outside is a sort of reverse Metamorphosis. At the start of the game, Sam has recently acquired some kind of invisible disability or mental illness, or one that he already had has progressed to an unmanageable point. This causes the world itself to metamorphose, becoming frightening, hostile, and deeply confusing. The specifics of his disability donât really matter here, as Sam doesnât understand it himself. The act of looking outside in this case represents confronting reality, and the people who have looked outside are those who have in some way or another come to grips with their tragedy. Jeaneâs life is falling apart and she feels like sheâs losing control. Mr. Henderson is dealing with severe PTSD. The tooth family is grieving the arbitrary death of their child (which I also realize is a trope, but sometimes the most obvious reading is simply correct lol). Stargazer projects its trauma onto the people itâs close to, attempting to control and âfixâ them, and Spine subjects Sam to abuse in turn. Frederic ties his identity and self worth to his art, and he allows his negative emotions about his work to become all he is. Some of the cursed cope just fine, and while they may not appear the most stable, they are able to deal with reality without lashing out or destroying themselves. There are, of course, plenty of things that arenât a one-to-one metaphor, but the general pattern is there. When Sam looks at the visitor at the beginning of the game, when heâs at his weakest and most isolated, he flat-out self-destructs because heâs unequipped to cope with his new reality.
The human companions, as well, have a pattern of being those who havenât really looked inward. Ernest most obviously has some kind of psychosis going on with his paranoia and delusions about the paranormal, and has either chosen not to seek help, or hasnât had it offered to him. Dan is a very clearly neurodivergent man who is completely oblivious to how he affects others, toxic and annoying not out of malice but because he is a deeply myopic person. Sophie is a child who either hasnât been affected by tragedy, or doesnât yet grasp the gravity of things that have happened to her. Papineau is sort of wrapped up in his very specific fixation, and while itâs not harmful, itâs definitely abnormal, and he doesnât seem to realize it. And Xaria and Monty are countercultural weirdos, likely on the fringes of society, who use force to get what they want rather than constructively building community.
The specifics of Samâs illness donât really matter, but itâs difficult to ignore the erotic elements of the game. Putting aside the guro/tf overtones for now, Sam has three obsessive stalkers. While they vary in their level of harm, all of them in some way threaten his boundaries and sense of self. As said before, Spine seems to represent some kind of abusive cycle â a controlling and entitled partner. Lyle is mostly harmless, but is still a stalker at the end of the day. And though Sam can choose to engage with him, itâs framed as a generally awkward and transactional situation. Shadow doesnât represent cut and dry abuse, but a chasm in communication. Sam is not ready for the sort of relationship Shadow represents, and when he runs into it too fast, it destroys him. Again, I donât think the specifics of Samâs illness matter too much in the end, but I can definitely see a reading where heâs dealing with emotional or sexual trauma that caused his mental health to nosedive. I mean, returning to the fetish overtones of the game, one could posit transformation as sexual liberation â entering a world that can be genuinely dangerous, but which can also empower those who reside there. I personally donât think enough of the gameâs characters fit this theme for it to be the intended reading, but I think itâs a fun angle to take. If anything, I think Sam has hang ups about intimacy in general. Heâs just a very isolated person, perhaps because of his enigmatic illness, and that has taken a toll on his mental wellbeing. But I digress.
The ritual has Sam confronting reality at long last, finally staring down this inscrutable, nonsensical tragedy. This time, however, he has other people to lean on (if you arenât doing a solo run), and has explored the lives and trauma of the other people in the apartment. He is able to see the visitor without instantly collapsing. He holds a mirror up to the visitor, showing it what it looks like, making it understand the harm it has caused, echoing the scenes of Sam berating himself in the more literal mirror. In the Denial ending, he confronts reality, sees what he needs to see, and moves on. He is changed, he understands himself. His life and the function of his body will never be normal, but he is happy and lives a fulfilled life surrounded by friends. In the Denial ending, Sam copes.
Truth, however, sees Sam fixating on his trauma to the point that it destroys him. He is consumed by tragedy, and it makes him a true monster, lashing out at the world around him and ultimately making it uninhabitable. Subscribed wholly to nihilism, he destroys his own life. Flawed ending Sam survives the encounter with the visitor and remains lucid (as far as we are shown), but he does not grasp the whole truth. He didnât put the pieces together correctly. While he now understands that there is a problem, that he is in some way deviant, he canât accept it as readily. Whether he copes with his change is left up in the air, but if he does it will take a long time, and he may never truly accept himself. Sam doesnât confront the visitor at all in No Going Back, and is thus sentenced to a lifetime of general suckage. The world of No Going Back is the perpetual but lowkey misery that comes with having an undiagnosed or invisible disability. Sam does not change for the worse, but he stagnates. Even if he has friends, or has become stronger as a person, the root of the issue was never addressed, and the world will never truly be a place he can be happy in.
Tldr: Look Outside is a game about accepting a disability and mental illness as part of who you are, and learning to navigate a world that is actively hostile to you and people like you.
#look outside#disclaimer btw I'm saying all this as an autistic guy with an enigmatic illness please don't come at me for comparing disability to#freaky monster transformation aheem
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Lowkey, I want to see Vincent go insane because his s/o got hurt by a tourist. Itâs just something about scary men who get pissed that their partner gets hurt and stops at nothing but get revenge is so đĽ°đĽ°
I love the thought of this!
TW; canon-typical violence, discussion of canon events, dehumanisation of Dalton and Wade (canon-compliant), Bo pukes (unrelated to canon events - I'm not that strong lmfao)
I've always thought that Dalton and Wade got especially brutal deaths because of one simple fact: they messed around in Vincent's House of Wax. It's his domain, it's clear as crystal; it's his hunting ground, it's where he prepares and then displays the best of his trophies.
The House of Wax is his; Wade feigning to burn one of the sculptures was a genuinely asshole move (seriously, who the fuck sees someone else's hard work and starts melting it? Fucking ass) and earned him a place in the House of Wax; he mocked Vincent's work, so Vincent turned him into the very thing as a petty revenge.
Dalton, for his part, destroyed Vincent's latest project, tore the face off of his still cooling artwork and I don't know about you, but if I spend hours making something and then someone deliberately started messing with it, I'd be more than slightly murderous too.
(Though, in Dalton's defence, if I looked up and saw Vincent looming over me like that, I'd lose my head and squirt all over the floor too - I get it, dude).
All this to say... Vincent went apeshit on these two kids because they messed around in his domain. He's possessive, obsessive, deeply passionate and always in control of what he's doing. When Vincent puts his mind to something, he is ruthless and there's absolutely no stopping him.
So now imagine what he'd do, the acts of sheer depravity he'd perform, if his beloved got harmed? He'd be so vicious, so genuinely unhinged, that when Bo later sees what happened to the people he sent Vincent's way, the remains of the bodies would have him stomping outside to throw up in Lester's rose bushes, and even Lester would have to literally scrape them up off the floor with whatever gardening implement he can find. A shovel, maybe. A bucket of water to sluice them away would also work.
There's roadkill, there's roadkill, and then there's... whatever the fuck Vincent did to these people.
There's blood dripping off his twin blades, his overalls are caked in it, he's squelching somewhat in his worn boots as he walks, there's viscera splattered across the wax floor, and somehow there's blood on the ceiling... you know not to ask. But Bo's an interesting shade of porcelain you've never seen before, and even Lester can hardly bear to look.
And you? You're off to the side nursing your injury; nothing life-threatening, and later on you'll be joking with Bo, "'tis but a scratch", but Vincent's reaction has you feeling more than a little loved. Safe, protected, cherished, by the most relentless and brutal of the three Sinclair brothers.
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Monster Hunter Wilds Spoilers ahead:
The Guardians are a really interesting concept to have added to the world of monster hunter. The idea of an artifical or engineered monster has been around for a long time, the first game's art book had the unused concept of the Equal Dragon Weapon which was a Frankenstein's monster stitched together from various dead monsters, and there's some old lore about ancient civilizations with incredible technology all over MH, some of which include elements about being able to control monsters in some way. Now that we've seen the ruins of Wyveria and the Guardians we have a canon picture of what that world was like.
The Guardians do raise a number of questions though, questions that I doubt we'll get strong answers on since MH storytelling has always been a little patchy. We might get some comments in the Wilds art book or something but nothing huge.
The first question and the biggest is this: the Wyverians are stated to have created the Guardians in response to some kind of threat, and that led them to their demise because eventually they built Zoh Shia who seems to have destroyed them somehow. Its unclear what exactly it did. The Wyverians were a post scarcity society with a perpetual motion device in the form of the Dragon Torch. They could engineer entire ecosystems and weather systems. Portions of their capital floated in the air weightlessly. So the question is, WHAT THE FUCK COULD THREATEN THAT KIND OF SOCIETY? Who or what scared them so bad they tried to engineer something like Zoh Shia??? Were there other hyper advanced societies with insane weapons they had to contend with? Or was it threats from natural sources? Was being Wyveria basically a way to make yourself Fatalis bait? Did the Wylk attract elder dragons hungry for the raw energy it could provide them? We know powerful networks of raw energy can form naturally in MH since one was nurturing Xeno'Jivah in World. Maybe there are whole classes of Elder Dragon that smelled the Dragontorch on the wind and went wild. When you consider that Alatreon and Fatalis are basically living nuclear weapons its easy to see why even the Wyverians would fear the Black Dragons or their close cousins. But still i want to know what they were trying to hold off with the Guardians.
A second question that the Guardians raise for me is this: where are the chimeras?. All of the Guardians except Zoh Shia appear to be modified clones of existing monsters. Rathalos, Doshaguma, Odagaron, Seikrets, Anjanath. They're all just an existing monster altered to live off Wylk and follow whatever commands the Wyverians gave them. The only exceptions are Arkveld, who appears to have been extinct even in the time of the Wyverians if I'm understanding the dialogue properly, and was then revived used Guardian technology, a process that seems to have been less successful than with extant monsters given that Guardian Arkveld began to follow its instincts to act as a predator and was able to reproduce, two things we're told normal Guardians do not do. So basically they Wyverians Jurrasic Parked themselves on that one. Zoh Shia is the big outlier of the group, because even though Arkveld was flawed he was still a copy of a real animal. Zoh Shia appears to be the only chimera, and its a hell of a chimera. It seems that the Wyverians took Gore Magala/Shagaru Magala as a base and tried to build a Black Dragon on top of that base, producing something that seems to be more Wylk than meat and possessing insane destructive power, you can see Fatalis and Alatreon in its movements very intentionally. So was Zoh Shia their only Chimera? Did they start trying to engineer entirely new monsters with this walking atom bomb or did they make smaller ones first? I really want to see more fucked up Wylk chimeras that were prototypes of this thing.
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i saw some people say ed and zheng are master strategists while stede is just some guy with ridiculous luck, but i think that's unfair. sure stede's ideas are insane, but they fit the looney tunes ass universe of ofmd perfectly. they're mostly well-thought-out, well-executed and they showcase stede's strengths and growth! so allow me to talk about them:
1- ghost of the forest - 1x02
a fuckery⢠before stede even knows what a fuckery⢠is! this is amateurish and stupid in every way. he's not even threatening izzy with a real dagger-- that's a letter opener. does izzy actually believe that stede has a huge crew hiding behind the bushes? doubt it! but this weird little act is enough to establish stede as a (ridiculous) pirate figure to the legendary izzy hands and to accomplish his goal of taking a hostage back
2- lighthouse - 1x04
imagine coming up with the exact same idea at the exact same time as the most brilliant tactician of the seven seas! we don't know who came up with which parts of the plan (honestly it was probably mostly ed) but this is still bloody impressive
3- stark revelations - 1x05
stede's first big success! he uses his knowledge of the aristocratic world to get a shipful of rich assholes to destroy each other, but he's also showcasing what sets him apart from them: this plan only comes to fruition because stede talks to frenchie, olu and abshir as equals. as people he can learn from, as sources of inspiration
4- duel with izzy - 1x06
this one was absolutely unhinged, but its success was far from dumb luck. only stede could think of using a brazillian cherry wood mast and ed's weird stabbing lesson to win a duel, and that's what makes this plan so undeniably stede and brilliant
5- faking his death - 1x10
i love that he just had to "die" in the most dramatic way possible. a heroic fight (tiger), a realistic accident (carriage) and the most cartoony death in the book (piano)... not only is his triple-death able to convince everyone in barbados that he's dead for good, it also allows him to have closure with his family. it's filled with stede's ridiculous unique flair, but it's designed to be a fuckery⢠through and through. ed would be SO proud
6- stealing jackie's indigo dye - 2x01
quick little stealth mission. did ricky manipulate stede into trying this out? sure. did ricky also ruin it? absolutely. but it was working until then! the swede isn't part of stede's crew at this point, but his respect for stede is what gets him to cooperate and risk his relationship with his beautiful wife. also, it's thanks to his love for fine things that stede immediately recognizes the value of "blue dirt"
7- prison break - 2x03
in my eyes no scene depicts stede's growth better than this one. knocking zheng's entire crew out with tea is the most stede thing out there, and this plan uses the cherry wood mast as well! this plan relies on stede's (unrealistic) tea knowledge, overly-fancy ship and ability to coordinate his crew. what makes it breathtaking is that he secretly sets this plan into motion while actively mourning the "death" of the love of his life. he's putting his life on the line to rescue ed's "killers" because he's emotionally mature enough to look at things from their perspective and forgive them
8- inciting a mutiny - 2x06
yet another brilliant plan that could only be executed by stede. this entire episode revolves around his idea of "turning poison into positivity" and here he, well, fights poison with positivity. stede captains his pirates with respect and care (best he can) which just so happens to be the opposite of ned. he exploits this and gently gets ned's crew to turn on him. he singlehandedly saves himself and his entire crew from a notorious pirate! oh he also literally invents walking the plank right after this
9- "it's only suicide if we die" - 2x08
okay, yes, this one didn't go that well (sorry iz). but it's not like ed, zheng or anyone else had any other ideas! stede's weird suicide mission, for the most part, worked. they needed to get through british soldiers to reach their ship and they did exactly that. if only they'd remembered to check if ricky had his gun... oh well, you live and you learn
sure, ed and zheng are legends and stede is a silly newbie with wild luck. but he's also quick-witted, creative, confident and brave! he's a damn good captain and he deserves to be recognized as a good strategist!
#ofmd#our flag means death#stede bonnet#ofmd meta#i love my boy so much i will not let anyone disrespect him thank u#đ´ââ ď¸
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