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leviaju · 4 years ago

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forgiveness

pairing: belphegor x GN! reader, hints of everyone x reader

words: 8.1k+

genre: angst, fluff at the beginning and a bit at the end if u squint

warnings: mentions of mc and lilith’s death, foul language

preview: “I’m sorry,” He begins, voice much weaker than anticipated. “I know that will never cut it, and it will never be enough, but I’m sorry.”

“You’re right, Belphegor. It won’t cut it.”

hey guys what up. so... i’ve done a lot of thinking about belphegor’s dynamic with MC, and, like many others, was really bothered by the sudden switch after... he killed them. u know. typical stuff. i wanted to fill in the gaps!!! if im being completely honest, this has sat in my wips for.... like half a year. it’s my first time writing for obey me, so i hope that everyone’s not too terribly ooc LOL

anyways yeah. i mention how belphegor killed mc a couple of times, so proceed with caution! hopefully, if i get any ideas, the next stuff i write will be a lot lighter. hope you enjoy! (also requests r open soooooooo)

The weight on your chest crushed your rib cage, threatening to snap your bones like they were nothing more than twigs. All you could see was the pitch black of eternal night, and whether your eyes were opened or closed you couldn’t tell. What commanded your attention was the searing pain in your lungs, growing exponentially every half-second, and the unrelenting grip that was slowly shattering your esophagus. No matter how hard you struggled, squirmed and fought against the weight holding your body down, there was no use. It was pointless. The pain spread from the raging fire in your lungs to the tips of your fingertips, and everywhere felt as if you had been set aflame. Slowly, a light illuminated the force keeping you down.

You couldn’t make out much, save for the cackle that rang insufferably through your ears, and the intense eyes that were staring you down.

They held no remorse.

Bones ache as you rest against your bed, finally allowing the tension in your muscles to melt away. You’d never mistake this feeling for regret of a busy day, having spent so much time with the people you care about, but it certainly took its toll on you.

It began with Satan, who’d asked you the night before to accompany him on an early morning walk. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence — he’d invite you to join his morning routine on every day off, and you’d never refuse — hence, at the wonderful time of 7:00am, you were venturing around the Devildom, hand in hand with the Avatar of Wrath. The two of you would walk, occasionally resting on a park bench for longer than either of you would like to admit, for about an hour and a half before you took an official break. The time was filled with pleasant chatter and comfortable silence. Every so often he’d squeeze your hand, and when you’d look over, the fondest of smiles crossed his face. It was a reminder of how glad he was that you joined him.

At around 8:30, he took you into a café for breakfast, and two of you spent only about thirty minutes there chattering away happily. For the most part, he was vividly and excitedly discussing a book he’d just finished the night before…

Until you were interrupted.

“Hello, lovely!” Asmodeus wrapped his arms around you from behind, just before pressing a kiss on your cheek. Satan sighed, resting his head in his hand as he watched the interaction.

“My selfish older brother’s been hogging you all morning, I couldn’t help but want to whisk you away!”

Despite the glare Satan was sending his way, Asmodeus took a seat next to you, happily engaging in conversation as he completely ignored his brother. He told you that the mall was opening in about an hour, and Asmo desperately wished to get his perfectly-manicured hands on a new makeup product being revealed that day.

“But of course I can’t go alone! How positively dreary that would be.” His fingers twined with yours as he looked at you hopefully, and you ran your thumb across his hand. A sheepish smile crept its way onto your lips, and you looked over at Satan. He simply nodded, flicking his hand as a gesture for you two to leave, and Asmodeus didn’t hesitate. He was quick to stand and pull you with them, holding tight to you as he whisked you away. You called out to Satan, now alone at the table with a reluctant smile on his face as he waved goodbye.

“Thanks for breakfast! Get home safe!”

You almost missed the chuckle that left his lips, the café door closing behind you.

Asmodeus kept you until noon. He got a hold of the lipstick he wanted almost right away, but insisted on buying an outfit to match the colour. Regardless of what you’d initially thought, the outfit wasn’t for him.

“Oh, we’ll look positively stunning together!” He exclaimed after about two hours of forcing you in and out of changing rooms, putting his hands all over you to “adjust the clothing” as he deemed necessary. Near the end, you could feel soreness deep in your muscles creeping in from such an active morning, but Asmodeus’ cheery face and constant flirtations helped you forget about it almost completely.

It wasn’t until you got home that you truly felt the effects of on-and-off walking since early in the morning. Be that as it may, your stomach was growling, loudly reminding you that it was now past lunch. As much as you wished to give up on food for the time being and instead head to your room to collapse, the pain in your belly was enough to urge you to cease any arguments, instead ready to try and ignore the ache in your bones in order to quell the angry rumbling of your stomach.

Unfortunately, when you finally made it to the kitchen, there was no food prepared. Instead, what you found was a dejected Beelzebub, frowning softly as he once again was at the receiving end of a lecture from the eldest of his brothers. As quiet as possible, you snuck into the kitchen, trying to listen in on their conversation.

There was silence, followed by a sigh.

“It’s easier to simply ask what’s going on as opposed to trying to eavesdrop, MC.”

You jumped, then bashfully made your way into the kitchen, a sheepish grin on your face. Lucifer was rubbing his temple.

“Beelzebub was supposed to be on lunch duty, but ended up ‘taste-testing’ to the extent that he ate it all. Again.” Lucifer sighed. The typically perfect eldest brother was being run ragged, if the bags forming under his eyes told you anything. “So, instead of working on the papers I have to get finished for tonight, I’m stuck making lunch while he cleans up.”

Beelzebub’s frown tugged at your heartstrings, and in spite of the exhaustion clawing relentlessly at your bones, you relented.

“Why don’t I help? Four hands are better than two,” you proposed, and a small smile graced Lucifer’s face. He lifted his hand to brush the disheveled black hair out of his face, and your chest ached just a bit at the sight. You made a mental note to drag him to bed for a nap the next time you saw him like this.

“That would be more than welcome. Please, if you may.” Already you turned to start working, but Lucifer’s voice made you pause.

“But no feeding Beel. He’s eaten more than his fill already, he can wait until we’re all done.”

Needless to say, every so often you’d slip Beelzebub a piece of chopped vegetable or cooked meat, and he’d very happily (but quietly!) munch away, his expression radiating warmth and joy. And Lucifer, who seemed to almost be omniscient at times, never once mentioned it. Once the three of you were done cooking, Lucifer placed his hand on your head, patting you gently.

“Good work, MC. I must leave now, but I trust that the two of you will be able to clean everything up. Your help was much appreciated. You will be paid back in kind for all of your hard work.”

If nothing else, the slight blush on Lucifer’s face as he ever-so-gently pressed his lips to the crown of your head was more than enough payment.

“Thank you.” Beelzebub cleared his throat, washing the dishes as you dried them. “I… Thanks for helping. And feeding me.”

His smile warmed your heart, and you nodded, bumping your arm with his gently. The small bit of pink that dusted his cheeks compelled you to coddle him, but you resisted the urge. Barely.

“Anytime, big guy.”

After you ate lunch, the only thought in your mind was the prospect of curling up under your covers and passing out. The fretful, broken sleep the night before wasn’t helping at all in keeping you awake, and that on top of the rest of the day’s events had you yearning for the feeling of your pillows.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t even made it through the door when your phone began to blow up, one notification after the other in quick succession.

GGKKJFLFJG

CMOE QUIC K

PLS

SUPE R RARE EVENT IN MONONONOKE

PELASE

YOU HVE TO BE PARTNERED WIHT SOMEONE TO GTE THE PRIZE

PL E A S E

HURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHURRYHHHUUURRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY

You found yourself in Leviathan’s room, sat in his lap as he explained the event to you. Your half-asleep brain did its best to keep up with his quick speech, but that, along with the warmth of his chest against your back, became the most soothing lullaby.

“Hey! Normie! I agreed to let you sit here so I could easily help you through the event, but if you’re going to fall asleep on me, I’m pushing you off—“

“I’m awake! I’m awake.

...Now, what was I supposed to do?”

The unintentional giggle that escaped your lips at his expression caused Leviathan to huff, exasperated, despite the flush of his face. Diligently, however, he thoroughly explained the event, for the second time, and the method to obtain the rare prize: a level 2000 I’m Going To Murder You So Hard That You’ll Come Back To Life Just To Die Again Death Sycthe, the strongest weapon ever released in the game. It was a partner event, which explained Leviathan’s desperate and urgent request for aid. You didn’t mind though. While yes, you’d probably never be able to get to his level of gamer, you were more than happy to go along for the ride. It made him happy!

Leviathan rested his chin against your shoulder as he played on his phone, focused to such a degree that the usually easy-to-fluster demon was completely unphased by your proximity. Your phone, set to AutoFight, rested untouched near Leviathan’s leg, abandoned on the floor. You watched him expertly take out enemies that would have one-hit KO’d you through heavy eyelids, and every time he beat a wave of enemies, his attention would momentarily avert from the screen, looking at you from the corner of his eye expectantly. A kiss on his cheek was more than enough to motivate him to continue on, albeit with a pink glow on his cheeks until his attention was once again completely wrapped up in the game at his fingertips.

“Levi! I said open up, goddamnit!”

The pounding against the door was enough to distract Leviathan from his game, subsequently killing his character in the process. He groaned, cursing the demon who interrupted the two of you as he gently lifted you off of his lap, before getting up to open the door.

“The hell do you want?!”

To be completely honest, you were so wrapped up in watching Leviathan play his games that you had forgotten about your weekly movie night with Mammon, who had come over to his younger brother’s room to drag your ungrateful ass back to your own. Leviathan had cleared the event in Mononoke Land hours ago, but not wanting you to leave just yet, invited you to keep watching him play. Setting aside how tired you were, how could you say no? You’d wanted to spend time with him, too.

Unfortunately, you lost track of time, and your phone, battery completely drained from the event, rested uselessly in your pocket. A consequence of this happened to be missing the countless messages and calls Mammon had sent your way, before he began his hunt for you throughout the house. The last place he checked was, of course, Leviathan’s room.

“Come on, human, I ain’t got all day. No one keeps the Great Mammon waiting!”

“Except for MC,” you heard Leviathan mumble under his breath, and a laugh escaped you before you had the chance to slap a hand over your mouth. Mammon flushed deeply, before striding into his brother’s room.

“Hey, wait, you moron! I never said—!”

The force of Mammon throwing you over your shoulder wasn’t enough to hurt, but it certainly was enough to leave you breathless for a moment. “Let’s go, fragile human. I picked the perfect movie already.” Mammon’s words came out in a bashful mumble, but he had enough courage to lift his head and smirk at Leviathan as he carried you out of the room. All you could do was smile apologetically at the blue haired demon before Mammon turned, bringing you out of sight.

Mammon was all complaints as he carried you to your bedroom, but you knew it came from a place of love. Even though he’d never admit it, you could tell he was hurt by you unintentionally ignoring him. Because of this, instead of demanding he let you down, you allowed him to hold you like this, not a single complaint leaving your lips.

When he brought you to your room, you were set on the bed you’d missed dearly and he went to put the movie in the player.

“Hey! No sleepin’ on me, alright? I wanna watch the movie with ya, and I can’t if you’re passed out, now can I?”

And so here you are now, bed frame creaking as Mammon climbs onto the mattress. Rubbing your eyes, you nod, and lean into him once he gets close enough for you to.

“Seriously, I’m gonna hafta have a serious talk with Levi,” Mammon grumbles, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you in so that you’re almost in his lap. He pulls the blankets over the two of you as you rest your head on his chest, and hum quietly in return. “He used up all your energy, and now we won’t be able to get to enjoy the movie as much! Honestly…”

The vibrations of Mammon’s words can be felt through his chest, and you simply cuddle into him more and try to train your bleary eyes on the television screen. The Avatar of Greed shuts up completely when you take his hand in yours and press a gentle kiss to it, before doing your best to focus on the movie. As time passes, however, the idea of giving into your whims grows more than tempting, and oh-so-easy for you to do.

“Hey! Yo, MC! Seriously… You’re hopeless.”

A chiding, yet gentle voice draws you from the confines of rest. You puff air from your nose in response, cuddling closer to whatever it was that had been so comfortable in the first place.

“MC… Come on. Ya gotta wake up, ya didn’t even watch any of the movie! It was really good, y’know.”

Mammon’s hand rubs circles on your back as you mumble incoherently, a noise to acknowledge the fact that he‘s been talking, and that you are indeed awake now.

It takes a good amount of time, as well as some gentle encouragement from Mammon, to get you to finally open your heavy eyes, and even longer for you to be able to apologize to him for missing out on the movie he was so excited to watch. He pouts a bit, but the blush on the highs of his cheeks lets you know that he didn’t mind all that much. You smile and yawn, and his chuckle resonates in your ears.

“I gotta go now, otherwise Lucifer’s gonna kill me for staying so late. Sorry I woke ya up, but ya look so tired now that you’ll probably fall back asleep right away.”

And so, after a quick goodbye and a kiss on the cheek (which made Mammon turn the prettiest shade of red), you close your door and… sigh. If you had been able to stay asleep, the fact that you aren’t in pajamas and haven't brushed your teeth wouldn't be that much of an issue. Now that you‘re slightly more conscious, however, it’s hard to convince yourself to simply climb back into bed. Your breath is bugging you a bit, and the jeans you’re wearing certainly aren’t at all as comfortable as your pajama pants. For that reason, to your own dismay, you begin getting ready for bed — properly this time.

A small “finally…” tumbles from your lips after you finish your nighttime routine. Lacking any form of grace, you plop into bed once more and pull the blankets to your chin, nuzzling into the pillow. Your bed still smells like Mammon’s cologne, and you hum softly to yourself before closing your eyes and waiting for sleep to take over once more, and hold you hostage until late in the morning.

Alas, sleep seemed to be evading you now, similar to how you had ignored it during the day. The mattress you lay on simply isn't comfortable anymore, and the blankets that hug your body cause you to overheat. Unfortunately, if even one limb is out of the blanket, you get so cold you start shivering. None of your typical sleeping positions are anywhere near as effective as they typically are, and you’re left to wrestle with sleep alone, hoping to beat it into submission so you can finally get some proper rest.

After about 45 minutes of tossing and turning with no results, you finally relent. The nap you’d taken while watching the movie royally fucked you over, and you groan. Eventually you decide to give up on trying to fall back asleep, and huff as you sit properly on your bed.

Blanket dragging behind you as it drapes from your shoulders, you slowly make your way through the silent hallways of the House of Lamentation. The only sounds floating through the walls were the light buzz of electricity running through the wiring of the house, and your own footsteps as you began walking up one of the many staircases in the large building.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been walking, the passage of time different at night to a hazy mind, but eventually you arrive at your favourite area in the house, second only to your lush bedroom. There are no artificial lights, only the gentle cast of the night sky providing the ideas of shape in the planetarium. You’ve never seen stars so vibrant and bright, and there are so many more in the Devildom than anywhere you could go back home. Even though the only light comes from the stars, it’s enough to create soft, fuzzy edges around everything in the room; this includes the bundle of various blankets mussed in the centre of the floor. Slowly, cautiously, you make your way towards the pile.

Since you’d arrived in the Devildom, the planetarium at the top of the House of Lamentation became your safe haven. Your room, without a lock on the door, was way too easy for intruding demons to enter without permission, and on nights when everything became too much for you to handle, you’d head up to the planetarium to clear your mind. There’s just something so calming about a starry sky on a clear night that releases you of your fears and anxiety, and helps you get a grip on the situation around you.

After freeing a certain someone from their attic-based captivity, however, you learned that the planetarium was a place favored not only by you. Since he’d been freed, you’d been kind, but there were still fears plaguing your mind, reminding you of everything that has transpired between the two of you. It’s something that you can’t escape, following you even - especially - in your sleep, when you wished you’d be the most at peace. It makes sense, considering the sin he embodies, but you wish it wasn’t like that nonetheless.

Once you’d learned that this was one of his favourite rooms in the house, especially on nights when he can’t fall asleep, you found yourself avoiding this area. It’s not that you hate him; it’s the opposite, really. Nevertheless, you can’t help but feel the tightening of his fingers around your neck, and the burning sensation in your lungs that’s screaming for oxygen, and the desperation to alleviate the seer of deprivation.

Still, you trek on. Closer and closer to the pile of blankets, your gut cries to you to run away. You ignore it. The nearer you get to the nest of blankets, the faster your heart beats, the more lightheaded you feel. But you continue.

Eventually you get close enough to make out the shape of a familiar pillow, the cow print on the case worn and well-loved. From the moment you walked in the room, you knew he was here. All the same, you walk on, and the only sounds in the room are the gentle taps of your clothed feet against the tile, and the quiet noises of your quickened breaths.

You’ve avoided being alone with him since… Since you… Since the event. Your heart screamed at you to forgive him, to love him just as much as you love his brothers. That said, there’s nothing in you that can stop your stomach from churning whenever he gets too close.

Butterflies beat aggressively within your heart and stomach, and it’s years before you get within his range of sight, but you sit down on the floor, holding the blanket tight to your body.

There’s one beat,

two beats,

three beats of silence before you can hear him sucking in a breath through his teeth. In your peripheral you can see his lips parting, closing, parting again as he tries to find the words. He heard you walk in, and was pleasantly surprised when you didn’t immediately bolt in the opposite direction. However, this proximity leaves him with an entirely new predicament. He wants to talk to you, he wants to laugh and joke with you the way his brothers do, but one look at your face and he notices the dark bags under your eyes, and the frown that tugs at your lips as you stare up at the stars. He can hear your heart racing, and feel his own in the tips of his fingers. He opens his mouth again, but the crack in his voice betrays his usual collected personality.

“I’ll go,” Belphegor begins, begrudgingly starting to gather his blankets. His body freezes when his eyes pass over your figure and you’re looking right at him, through him, and he swears he can feel the blood in his veins stop pumping. Your expression is unreadable, almost scary, and he’s never in his life been in fear of a human until this moment.

The seconds pass as years do, both of your bodies chilled to the bone but neither of you able to look away. In the end, the one who casts their gaze somewhere else is you, and he exhales loudly.

“Don’t.”

Your reply is simple, but he’s stuck in place. Slowly, he nods, sitting down again the way he had been prior, and pulling his beloved pillow close to his chest. He can’t breathe, the tension suffocating. It doesn’t help that now you refuse to look at him.

“... If you want,” he replies dumbly, staring at the floor. He feels trapped in place, afraid to move and scare you off. Despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to leave you be, he stays. You told him to, after all. Slowly, you sit down, his blankets creating a low wall between the two of you.

It’s only now that he gets a good look at you. You're tired, he knows, watching as your eyelids droop and your lazy movements when you get more comfortable under your blanket, but there’s more to it than just that. You seem so fragile, like sugar glass, breaking with even the slightest amount of pressure. He feels he can reach over and shatter you with the gentlest of touches, and that thought alone roots him in place. Since you came back, he’s never seen you without a smile. Your genuine smile was the prettiest, he decided rather early on, one that lights up your face and brightens those around you. Belphegor really, truly loves your smile.

He knows there was a point in time, not long ago, where he could have made it so no one saw it ever again. He can’t help but be grateful he didn’t succeed when he sees you smiling at his brothers.

That’s never the smile you show him though. It’s not for lack of effort; you certainly try, and he loves you for that. But the smile you show him is always plastered on, and he knows you’re doing it for his sake. With Belphegor, your smile never reaches your eyes. Be that as it may, you’re never weak around him. Fake smiles prove exactly how strong you really are, but your heart races every time he enters the room. As much as he wishes your palpitations are out of excitement, he knows better than to give himself false hope.

That’s why he’s so taken aback when he looks you over and you seem so vulnerable. Never, not in a million years, would he ever let himself believe that you’d allow yourself to look weak in front of him, not after what he did. Even so, here you are, shaking, knees drawn into your chest, and his heart soars because you’re showing him a new side to yourself. It aches at the knowledge that you’re feeling so vulnerable because of him.

His eyes burn holes in the side of your head. You know he’s watching you, studying you, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. Not when the hands he uses to pull the blankets over his body are the exact same ones that led you to your untimely and violent demise, and not when every time you look at his face, you can also see Mammon’s above you, sobbing as he tries to will you not to fade away into nothingness.

There’s no putting it nicely. You were murdered, and Belphegor was the one who killed you. As much as he tries to pretend it never happened, to act around you the same as his older brothers do, you would never forget. Neither would he, regardless of the effort he puts into pushing the memory out of his mind. His chosen way of coping was to laugh with you, to get close and have you forgive him without acknowledging the situation. It was too painful to talk about, after all. He willingly, happily snuffed out the life of someone his brothers love, and someone he’d find himself loving too. You became someone who changed him, helped him grow and be better. It was easier, simpler to act as if you’d met him the same way you’d met any of his brothers.

Belphegor killed one of the last remaining parts of his past, a part that, while once warm and light, mutated and infected him, causing his anger to grow out of control, like a weed that suffocates any flower that tries to flourish. He killed a descendant of his sister, and the fact that you’re here now is more of a second chance than he thinks he could ever deserve in all his millenia of living.

And yet, here you are. Scared and shaking, but here. The silence has stretched on for longer than he’d like; he wants to be able to love you, openly and happily, but knows it won’t happen. It can’t, unless he does what he thought was the very last thing he’d do.

“I’m sorry,” Belphegor begins, voice much weaker than anticipated. He can hear your heartbeat pick up, and he curses himself mentally. Your lip between your teeth, you remain silent. His nerves force him to speak more.

“I know that will never cut, and it will never be enough, but I’m sorry.”

There’s more silence. He feels like he can’t breathe, the tense atmosphere forcing its way around his throat and tightening its grip. He doesn’t know how long it takes you to even contemplate replying, let alone allow yourself to respond. Belphegor’s ears ring almost deafeningly loud. He can’t take it.

“You’re right.”

His eyes, which he trained to the ground, dart up to your profile once more. You pause, wetting your lips.

“You’re right, Belphegor. It won’t cut it.”

There’s not enough time to process your words before he really, really looks at you. Almost fearlessly, you meet his eyes.

Almost fearlessly.

The shaking of your hands betrays the strength of your voice. Belphegor’s chest aches.

“But…”

There’s a pause as you speak. He can’t look away again, even as your eyes meet the stars once more. There’s no chance he’ll miss a word you say, even if it tears him apart.

“It’s… it’s really difficult. I know you know that, but…”

Each time you pause, Belphegor’s mind begins storming. He can’t figure out what you’re going to say, or how you’re going to react, and it drives him crazy. He’s usually so good at reading people, but you’re an enigma. It sends a chill down his spine.

His throat is caught. Even if he had words to say, they wouldn’t be able to come out. So he sits in silence as you find your own.

“I don’t want you to feel worse than you do.” You lick your lips. “Or maybe I do? I… I really don’t know. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about you, Belphie.”

The nickname tugs at his heart, more than he could ever admit. He wants to cry, wants to scream, wants to do anything other than look at your melancholy face, knowing he’s the problem. He wants to run and hide, to sleep forever. He can’t, though. Not when you’re here. Not now.

Knuckles turn white as he clutches desperately onto his pillow. His breath shakes as he draws in air.

“I want to love you. I want to love you as much as I love your brothers, and care about you as much as I care for them…”

You struggle to find the words.

“... But it’s hard.”

You curse your lack of eloquence. Now, of all times, when your words are the only thing that enable you to communicate how you truly feel, they fail you. This might be your only chance to ever properly show Belphegor how you feel, what makes you so conflicted every time he walks into the room with a smile on his face, and yet all you can say is “it’s hard”. Obviously.

A breath finds its way into your lungs, and the sound of your lips parting in the otherwise silent planetarium echoes in your ears.

You continue.

“It’s hard because every time I see your face, or I hear your voice, or I-”, you falter, heart catching in your throat, “or you touch me, I can’t help but be reminded of what happened.”

Belphegor doesn’t dare tear his eyes away from your form. The grief that settles into his face perfectly matches your own, eyebrows upturned and bottom lip quivering just the slightest bit. Even the trembling of your hands is replicated in his own. He’s never seen you like this, so incredibly vulnerable, and it tears him apart inside to know that he is the cause of it.

A shuddery breath comes from Belphegor, and you fight your instincts to check if he’s okay. You know he isn’t.

The silence deafens you, thundering in your ears so harshly that you're tempted to place your hands at the side of your head to muffle how quiet it is. You don’t, however, and whether it’s because you don’t want to look crazy, or because you’re afraid you might shatter if you move, you’ll never know. Do you want him to talk? Do you want him to say anything? Do you want an apology?

If you had an answer for that, you’re sure that things would have patched themselves up much quicker than this. You caution a glance at Belphegor, and the weight pressing down on your chest gets heavier at his expression. It feels almost as if you can inhale the guilt he feels, the emotion radiating off of him in waves.

“I… Logically, Belphie, I get it.” Again with that cursed nickname. Usually, hearing it from your lips makes Belphegor feel warm and goddamn near giddy, but now it only seemed to drive the knife in his gut further.

“I understand what happened and why you did it. I may not agree… but I get it, you know?” You swallow.

“In the end, I’m still here. And… and I’ve come to learn that you’re nothing like that anymore. You’ve grown, and changed, and the guilt and anger that consumed you took control, and that's why you-- that’s--”

You pause, clutching the blanket around you to try and ground yourself. The shakiness in your voice is not missed by Belphegor, and even if it had been, there’s no way he’d be able to ignore the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. Slowly, subconsciously, one of your hands comes up to rest against your neck, a phantom of the grasp that once threatened to crush you.

“S-So… I understand why you did it. And I’m alive, and we’re friends, so it should all be okay, right?” Belphegor casts his glance away.

“But Belphie… as much as I want to forgive you, I also know that I’m never going to be able to forget what happened. It’s there in my dreams, and it’s there in your smile, and it’s there every single time your arm brushes mine and I flinch like a total loser.”

A weak chuckle makes its way out of your chest, and the halfhearted smile that follows forces a tear from your eye. You’re quick to wipe it away, hopefully quick enough so that it goes unnoticed by Belphegor.

It does.

What he does notice, however, is the frustration that holds tight to the edges of your sentences. The frustration is not directed at him, no. You would be yelling if that were the case, and maybe that would be easier for him to hear. No, this frustration is directed at yourself. You’ve been trying so hard, and all Belphegor has been doing is running away. His teeth dig so hard into his bottom lip, trying desperately not to show any anger he feels at himself, that he tastes iron.

“And then we became all buddy-buddy, you know? Like I was never lied to, or used, or manipulated, or-- or--”

Belphegor is torn from his self-pity when you continue, and he almost wishes you’d stop speaking. The thought that you might break him with your words has him shaking, and a feeling similar to fear courses heavily through his veins. Please, stop. He wants to go back to running away.

But you continue, as you always have.

“And I’m left not knowing how to feel. I’m so mad at myself for being such a coward and not being able to just get over it like everyone else, and I’m so fucking pissed that I can’t just exist around you like I do for everyone else. I mean, I used to be terrified of Lucifer, too.” Another fragile laugh, and you sweep the hair from your eyes with a shaky hand. Belphegor swallows hard.

“But I… I can’t pretend like nothing happened. As much as I want to be near you, and hug you, and take naps and play pranks on Luci with you… I can’t. I can’t act as if what I feel isn’t real, and what you did didn’t happen. It’s so hard, Belphegor.” You sigh, and finally look at him once more. He can’t meet your gaze, slumped over himself and hugging his pillow so tight to his chest it seems as if he wishes to disappear into it. “Especially because I really, truly want to understand why everyone loves you so much. And I want to love you, too. I want to know why Beel smiles every time you’re brought up in conversation, and I want to smile just the same. But… But right now, I can’t.”

Talking has gotten easier. The words that used to escape you have become accustomed to being used again, and confidence has restored in your gut. You sit a bit straighter as you watch Belphegor carefully, a sad smile lifting your cheeks.

Belphegor knows that this is when he should swoop in, say something so intellectual that you’re caught off guard, and he can save you from… himself. This knowledge does nothing to save him from himself. He can’t even open his mouth to mime a sentence, let alone actually speak. The thought of how pathetic he must look settles under Belphegor’s skin, and he can feel his irritation rising. Not at you though, never at you. Not even when… When it all happened. His anger was misplaced, but he has never been angry at you.

Finally, when the quiet becomes too much, he forces himself to meet your gaze. The way you look at him, just as vulnerable and bare and scared as he is… he feels safe. He knows, even though your words sear his heart, that you never mean to hurt him, especially now. You’re being honest, and simply expect the same from him.

Belphegor inhales a deep breath, before willing himself to speak.

“I thought--” he croaks, and quickly clears his throat. Fuck. “I thought that if… if I could pretend that nothing happened, then I wouldn’t have to face any consequences.”

He curses audibly. Just how pathetic can he sound? Belphegor’s voice is hoarse and quivering, and weak. “Weak” is never a word that he would have used to describe himself, but now it echoes hauntingly against the confines of his skull. One of the most powerful demons in existence, and he finds himself quaking before a mere human. He cares for you, though, and he cares for you viciously. Something in Belphegor knows that he’s never going to be able to prove that to you unless he pushes his way through this.

So he forces himself to continue, even with every cell in his body desperately screaming at him to stop.

“I did what I did out of a place of guilt… and regret. I couldn’t stand the fact that it was because of me, that it was my fault, that I’m the reason that Lilith--”

Belphegor stumbles over his own words, and he sets down his pillow before he accidentally tears a hole through it. Instead he braces himself on the cool floor, in need of something steady to hold onto. This whole conversation shook him to the core. He can hardly believe he’s talking about his sister. She’s a topic that he’s avoided even around Beelzebub…

But if Belphegor ever wants even the possibility that you’ll forgive him, he knows he has to. Everything is on the line. His blunt nails press against the tiles and he focuses on steadying his voice.

“I couldn’t accept that it was my fault.” A newfound steadiness weaves its way around his words, and he finds himself sitting a bit straighter. “I’m the one who introduced her to the human world, and kept bringing her back. I’m the reason she suffered, and why the war started, and why we fell, and why she…” Belphegor coughs. “In the end, I couldn’t accept that I’m the one who killed her.

Your heart yearns to tell him that no, he’s wrong, it’s not all his fault. You know it won’t help right now, though, and that it isn’t your time to speak. Settling back a bit, you let your blanket fall from your shoulders.

Belphegor’s heart stutters, and pounds so hard that he feels like it's trying to tear through his chest. Even so, he doesn’t miss the way your hand reaches out to smooth over his own, and for a moment he feels himself wanting to melt just from the simple touch.

Belphegor pulls away. He doesn’t deserve your comfort, not yet.

“So… So when you said that you’re a descendant of Lilith, I-- I couldn’t help myself. I jumped at the chance to get to know you, learn about what makes you similar and what makes you different. Her blood flows through your veins, and I was quick to ignore what I did in favour of getting to know you, and… and inevitably, becoming just as fond of you as my brothers… but that can’t erase what I did.”

The feeling of understanding floods you and you find yourself nodding at his words. To be completely honest, even now, you’re scared. Your heart beats for many reasons, fear one of them, but you don’t run away. Not anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to even if you wanted to.

Your hand, abandoned next to Belphegor’s, lay dormant. The need to comfort wills you to once again place your hand on his, but you don’t move. When he’s ready, if he ever is, you’ll be there.

Just as he’ll be there for you.

“I killed you, MC. And in doing that, I killed Lilith. Again.”

Countless emotions storm their way through Belphegor’s conscience, despair clawing at his throat, regret snapping his back, and guilt slowly crushing him under its weight. How is it that one can feel so empty, and yet so filled to the brim with misery?

“And not only that, but if I succeeded… I would have completely missed out on getting to know you, and caring about you as much as I do now. It would have been a loss that I never would have understood, but know for a fact that I would have felt. Even… Even when I was proud,” he spits out the word as if it’s poison, “of what I’d done, watching my brothers’ hearts break at the sight of your body… Even then, I felt it. The ache. It’s so fucking stupid.”

His tone, now bubbling with anger, stills you. It’s not directed at you, and you know this, but despite yourself, you freeze. Belphegor notices, and quickly clears his throat, relaxing his shoulders. He allows your heart a moment to slow as he regains his composure, and you find yourself breathing again.

“I know that me saying sorry is never going to cut it.” Belphegor turns his body to fully face you. He’s no longer running from his feelings, or from you. He knows he can’t anymore. Hesitantly, he lifts his trembling hand to place over yours. The muscles in your fingers tense, and he pauses to gauge your reaction. When you slowly nod your head once, he delicately places his hand on yours, using his thumb to gently begin massaging the tension away. “And I know that even if I do everything right from here on out, that there’s a chance that you won’t ever forgive me. And I understand why.”

Your heart sinks at his expression, his gaze locked on your joined hands. As aloof as he normally is, you can see none of that on his face now. When you turn over your hand he quickly pulls away, but your shaky movements to bring his hand back and intertwine your fingers urges him to go on.

“But I want to try. And really try this time. I want you to be honest with how you feel, whether I’m frustrating you or scaring you or anything like that, and… and I want to be honest with you too. I…”

Belphegor trails off, but you squeeze his hand. He draws in a slow breath.

“No matter what happens, no matter how you feel, we’re stuck together for the next few months. I want to spend that time getting to know you, and I want us to be as close as you are with any of my brothers… but I also want you to know that you shouldn’t feel forced. If it’s ever too much, I need you to tell me, and I promise I’ll back off.”

The smallest of smiles makes its way onto your face as you quietly agree. Belphegor doesn’t allow himself to try and figure out if it's genuine, out of pity, or sadness, but in spite of everything, it makes him feel a bit lighter. Just a bit.

“This won’t fix everything right away,” you say, and he now knows that your smile is a combination of the three. Along with this, though, Belphegor also knows the small sparkle in your eyes is hope, and he’s willing to take that hope and nurture it for however long he must.

“I know,” he sighs, but even he can feel the small tilt of a smile on his face, “but I’m willing to take as much time as you need to decide how you feel about me. And… And if you decide you hate me, which is fair, and that you never want to even be in the same room as me, I’ll respect your wishes.

Until then...Until you decide that you really, truly hate me, I won’t stop trying.”

There’s no way of telling how long his words linger in the air around the two of you, circling around your heads and making their way through your body. Even so, Belphegor diligently watches you, wanting to make sure he’s not overstepping his bounds. He even contemplates letting go of you, but is reassured when slowly, almost unnoticeably, you begin smoothing out the lines on the back of his hand with your thumb.

As much as you want to tell him that you could never hate him, you also know you can’t promise anything. Still, for now, just as much as him, you’re willing to try. You stay in silence, more comfortable than you’ve ever been in his presence, gently caressing the hand held in your own.

Eventually, Belphegor clears his throat once more. The vulnerability has made him tense and rendered his voice weak.

“Can… can you hug me?” He all but whispers, fragility making his body quiver once more. He was completely open about his feelings for the first time in a lifetime, and the intensity of it left him craving affection. He knows how unfair this is to you, but he can’t help himself. He wishes to be held, for his fears to be quelled by someone so much stronger than him. “If you don’t want to,” he falters, speaking quickly, insecurely, “I won't even touch you. I-If you do, I promise I can keep my hands behind my back, and I won’t even--”

His words end abruptly as he feels you release his hand, and his heart sinks. He debates running away again, until he hears you moving towards him, and he finds he’s frozen in place. Slowly, but surely, with more courage circulating through your veins than you’ve had all night, you make your way over the blankets that divide you and position yourself right next to Belphegor, pulling him into your chest. Even now, he can feel how quickly, persistently your heart races, and yet you stay. True to his word, Belphegor rests his hands on the ground behind his back, but he doesn’t stop himself from nuzzling into your chest… and he cries. The complete, uninhibited release of his emotions hit him like a truck, and he sobs heavily into you, tears slowly but surely staining your shirt. You adjust yourself so you can hold him closer, slowly and reassuringly rubbing his back as he lets go of everything he’s been holding on to for longer than you can even imagine. This is a man who’s run from his emotions for centuries, and the fact that he’s willing to face them for your sake comforts you, cradles your heart and presses gentle kisses against the cracks. You know that you’re not going to wake up tomorrow with everything okay, but for now… for now you’re comfortable with his touch. Heaving in a deep, steadying breath, you reach down just enough to take Belphegor’s arms, and guide them to rest his hands on your hips. At this silent permission, he slowly, delicately wraps his arms around your waist, despite craving your body closer, wanting to hold you tight and never let go. He cradles you like you’re made of the most brittle glass, and you smile. The gesture touches your heart, and… and you feel safe. You know that all he wants to do is embrace you as tight as he can, but he doesn’t, even with permission.

Here, in Belphegor’s arms, you feel safe. Here, where Belphegor’s grip on you is so gentle that it wouldn’t even crumple paper, you feel loved. As he cries into your chest, holding you as if you were an antique, hope slowly fills your heart.

Everything is far from perfect, but it’s still on the right track, here in the quiet planetarium.

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aphrorite · 3 years ago

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-ˏˋ sweetheart diaries ˊˎ- #2 🕊🌱 🐥 !!

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⋆ ✧₊ﾟmay 13th 2022 🦋 🫧🎐 ⊹ɞ

posting yesterdays diary log bc i was too tire to do it SLKFJLSDKSJS hehe. so yetsterday wasnt too bad again ! i wasntn sure on what to wear so i wroe a black pinstrip e skorts, a white puffy ruched tank, and a black t shirt button up tht had pretty rhinestones on it fo r buttons tht matched w my af1s and pearl necklace <3 🪄✨💖

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i woke up at 730 this time ))): but stil made it in time to straightn my hair (cos i shower on may 12 n hair got rlly wavy ) which was crazy !!!!! im proud of not being late late ⏰😁

at school i had a math test for mu trig, n it wasnt too dificult acc, i k i need to finish the homeworks still and do some word problem s as the last page is what i strugg with the most cos is the most difficult, so ye! OH AND IGOT MY TEST MARK BACK FOR 2 OF THEM AND IM SO HAPPY BC I GOT AN 88 ON ONE AND THEN AN 86 ON THE OTHER !! i still a a+ student. n then in art we were doing mosiacs n i almost done my butterfly one, i jus need to grout it ! i think blue, white or black, or maybe dark blue grout wouldlook good 😮😵‍💫😵

break came n i scroll on aliexpress n played a little bit of projec sekai, have to get my daily in ! 😈 my main card is mizuki’s pink bow one, n then my title cards r “luka fan” “i love them all!” and “hbd airi” cos theyre all pink and aesthetic. and im thinking of all this new stuffs i wanna get on aliexpress, ever since i starte d regressing frilly stuff and pink sweaters is like,, really interests me which is crazy cos usually, even though i do love pink , i dont think id ever wear wear it or have super frilly stuffs, but i hav this idea in my head and idk if itll work or look how i want it to ,, though its opened my eyes to appreciate croquette aesthetic and cutsey ones more , i nev er thought id be into croquette though ive been into brandy melville ditzy stuff and soft girl vibes, and i think agere (age dreaming / half agere) allows me to feel mor girly and comfy in it even though u dont have to be a specific aesthetic to be agere. 💗

in regards to age regressing, i feel really guilty and shamefula bout it, because its almost involuntary righ tnow ); but talkign tomsyefl in a child voice in my head is soo much ebtter than hearing intrusive thoughts or mean voices. i just hoope it can balance it bc my ocd kicks in and says that the reason why i love pink and all these cute stuffs is because im an age regressor when really, i loved cute stuff before age regressing and so now that im sort of age dreaming that cute stuff i really really like! it had nothing to do with each other ther is no correlation. i like cute stuff because I WANT TO !!! not bc its trnedy or becuse im age regressing . i do like cute stuff. silly mind likes to play tricks )): (₸~₸)

work was soooo slow for a friday ))); i mostly did greets and extreme detailing but it was super boring and i was starinrg down at the clock. i do love internships dont get me wrong bec its a big opportunity though these days work is so dry and theres not a lot of sparks to it anymore, though i do feel like woring here hs help s lots wiht my confidence and public speaking! beforehand i was very shy to go and greet customers but now it is slowly becomign muscle memory so i am proud of myself cos of that

my mom picked me up n she was super hungy so she went to get some bourbon chickn from food court, we ate in the car in the shade and jus talked, n then went to home depo for a water tnak gear n some other thingies, i laid in the back seat while waitn for her cos me feet tire fromw orking, n then we went home ! i spent time w m sister for a littl bit n then played sims 4 hehe n tthen went upstairs to hug teddy n b on my phone for a little, ate some popcorn yumyum popcorn my favourite, n then mom n sister went out for food so i spent some time w my cat roscoe while waiting, n pet his soft orange white fur while he licked his blanket. mom n sister came back with CHICKEN NUGGET!!! i so happy abt that cos i havent had maccas in a long while so i enjoy my chicken nugget while looking at aliexpress smore, ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

i was trying to focus on relaxing cos whenever id os oemthing i always feel very guilty. shame i livewith everyday , and it was a battle of tellignmyself tht i deserve to relax, and live i nthe moment, so i did! i worked on my bllogg, played arsenal fps game with my close friend, went on dizzy n smashed my anxiety of setting my acc to online and spent some more time w him wathc ing him play sonic, ready or not, stanley deluxe, and listening to undertale music he pciked out. speaking of undertale, i lstening to respite rn from deltarune . i dont relly like playing underale or deltarune and i never hav, btu ive seen him play it and i liked the music ^u^ i also did some creating and tried to make some roblox softline clothes, it difficult tho bc it was un-hardlining my other creation, so i ended up quiting it )): ill pick it up tmrrr probably after i take care meself. 🎆

i was srolling on shein while watching stanley deluxe , n then he went to bed so i did too, i was on my phone a lil more beside teddy n then around 12:35 i decided to sleep instead of fighting it. 😊😴💤

night night diary, luv u lots. bear says hello 👋🧸

╭┈─────── urs truly, ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈➤ sweetheart xx

#aphrorite.diary #🌸#agere #agere blog #sfw agere

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shittylongcatposts · 4 years ago

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Jumin week 2020 Day 2 Prompt: Sweet wine

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The young girl seemed a little out of place between the well known artist and the CEO in line of C&R. She fiddled with the hem of her dark silk blouse and breathed in to calm herself down. Mc never really spent time with either Jumin or V alone. So having them both around herself felt a little intimidating at first. She knew that they would never do her any harm and they also promised to stay by her side for the whole wine tasting event. When Jumin offered her his arm she gladly hooked her own around his and let the young man guide her around.

It was strange having him so near when she could count down all the things she knew about Jumin on one hand. Mc really enjoyed his presence though, she felt safe around him and knew that he cared deeply for those who were closer to him than his business partners.

She glanced at him from the side a few times, looking away every time he seemed to notice her staring at him. This was the first time she noticed how good looking he was with his dark, messy hair, the sharp onyx eyes and his kind smile. She breathed in again and put her hair behind her ear. Not noticing Jumin watching her too every time she wasn’t looking at him.

The place was crowded with all kinds of people. Reporters, business folks and of course the staff of Vine Han. Mc heard voices and laughter out of every corner and couldn’t decide where to listen to first.

Jumin noticed her being a little bit overwhelmed and took her to a quieter place, where V already saved at a small table for four persons. He waved over to the both of them and greeted them with a warm smile, when they sat down. “Hey, you two would really make a great couple.” he blurted out, immediately regretting it after seeing his best friend’s grimace. Before Jumin could even answer him, a waiter gave them their cards.

“Shall I give you a hand, Mc?” V asked, when he noticed her staring helplessly at the card.

“I think I’ll just follow your orders, I’ve never done something like this before.” she confessed and held the card up to hide the blush on her cheeks. The young men looked at each other and placed their order.

Soon after the crystal glasses clinked together. Each person sipping a little bit of the wine, feeling it on their tongue, savouring the aromatic taste of every wine. Each wine had a different taste. Bitter, dry, sweet.

Even if they never swallowed any of the wines, Mc felt a little bit dizzy after her fourth try. The young woman began giggling at the boys jokes and funny stories they told each other. Wiht the new found courage she also started to open up a little bit more and talked a lot about the work she did before she stumbled into the RFA. “I feel like I’m talking too much just now. How about you guys, how did you meet?”, the brown haired girl asked when she realized that she was balbbering aorund. Mc listened them carefully, watching the young men very closely when they told her the story of the first time they saw each other.

Another few glasses of sweet wine followed, the three of them felt lighter around their hearts. The flush of red on their cheeks got brighter with every glass that followed.

Only a few moments later - or were it hours?- V rose from his seat and rubbed the back of his neck. He cleared his throat before he tried to make his statement. “I think, I’ll pick up another bottle of the sweet wine, take good care of Mc, Jumin.”, was what he wanted to say, but only gibberish came out of him.

Jumin and Mc looked at him, both of them breaking out in heart warming laughter. Jihyun pouted, turned around and disappeared into the crowd. Hopefully he’ll get a bottle of water too.

“Hey, Mc, uhm, thank you for coming with us again, I really enjoyed this evening a lot.” Jumin said suddenly, breaking the silence that broke out ever since V disappeared. “No problem, it’s really fun. I’m sorry for taking my time to open up with you guys.” Mc said, her fingers ran softly over the glass, as if she was about to say something else. Jumin wanted to ask at first, but he held himself back again, just like he did a gazillion times before. He didn’t feel like it was his right to ask her all those questions. Then he heard the soft music playing and got an idea.

He stood up and reached out his hand, smiling at Mc with soft eyes.

“May I ask for this dance?”, the smile grew softer when she actually placed her tiny hand into his, while standing up.

“I’d gladly be your dance partner, Jumin, BUT I’ll never make it up to your dancing skills, so I hope you won’t regret this.” her voice was trembling, and all of a sudden her heart began to race. Why was she feeling so nervous?

They swayed around to the music that was hard to hear. With the grass under her feet she felt as if she was about to lose her balance. But Jumins firm grip steadied her, giving her back the balance she needed.

“If it’s easier for you, you could also stand on my shoes.” his soft chuckle was merely but a whipser, because he was too anxious to talk without a lowered voice. as if the bubble would break when he talked louder than that.

“Isn’t that cheating?” Mc asked. However she got rid of her pumps and placed her feet on the young man’s shoes. Her hand let go of his and she placed them both around his neck. His free hand wandered to the free side of her waist and before he could even say something, he felt her head leaning into his chest.

The time seemed ot stay still around them, they only moved slowly to the beat. Both of them Moving very carefully. The young girl looked up at Jumin after some time, an angelic grin on her face made it hard for Jumin to keep his cool.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she blushed when she tilted her head to keep eye contact. “Of course you can. What is it?`”

“I think I fell in love with you. You’re such a kind, heartwarming person Jumin and actually I was super afraid of coming with you today. But I totally don’t regret it. I just, really started to like you… and … and..” Mc’s outburst was cut off by Jumin who placed a finger on her soft lips.

“Shhh… Don’t say something like that Mc, you’re drunk. It’s probably just the sweet wine speaking, right?” “I don’t think it is. It’s the truth!” She babbled and took the chance of surprise and jumped up a little bit to place a quick kiss on his lips, or the corner of mouth to be more exact.

“I hope I will remember this.” she mumbled into his chest, nuzzling her nose in his striped shirt.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I will remember this crystal clear.” Jumin said and kissed her hair, stroking over it with one hand.

His heart felt light and he closed his eyes. The stung in his heart told him that it would soon be over though. Jumin tried to enjoy the few moments he had, savouring each second of it like the sweet wine they tasted together. Soon she would snap out of her cloud and sobered up enough to stay away from him again.

#juminweek2020 #jumin week 2020 #jumin han #mystic messenger #shitty longcat #juminxmc #and now it's time for bed!!^^

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Green Eggs and Ham: “Train” Review or A Little Better Now (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello you happy people and all aboard! We’re back on the Green Eggs and Ham Train for a Train themed episode. Train. As you can tell I like trains... admitely I don’t see enough episodes et on them and I don’t buy books or obess on them but I like the idea of a train, the comfort, the use of a mode of travel that was once common but is now simply used on occasion with the dawn of air travel, and it confining our heroes to a smaller space with limited room to move. it’s good stuff. I even tolerae the band train... I mean yes their music is okay at best, but the lyrics.. are wonderfully delightfully insane. Who else would use a garbage bag as a genuine romantic metaphor?

When last we left off things ere a bit ehhhhhhhhhhh: Sam went from delightfully quirky with some issues ot adress to annoying, and Michelle went from kin dof a bitch ot ENTIRELY THAT BITCH. Outside of Guy’s mental breakdown/heatstroke episode involving hallucinations of green eggs and ham, yes that did in fact happen, it wasn’t much to write home about and I worried the series simply had a good PILOT but the series itself wasn’t going to be fun sit through.

If I was right or I was rilla.. will have to wait till after the cut. But first as always i’d like to thank the person who payed for this episode Emma Fici. Emma is one of my closest friends and one of two patreon patreons. If you’d like a reivew of your choice eveyr month guarnateed, then please hop over to patreon.com/popculturebuffet and back me at the 5 dollar level. You also get access to my exclusive discord where I ocasoinally post about work in progress stuff and tlak to my falns, to pick a short any time I do one and EXCLUSIVE review, as well as helping me hit my stretch goals. So line up, sign up then join me under the cut.

So we pick up where we left off with Guy hurtling into a lake. Eh I dunno i’ve heard being naked ina lake is pretty neat.

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All you’d have to do is take off the hat and your there. But Sam saves him wiht the weird train of hats he put at the end of the car for some reason, and our heroes are saved.. but down a vehicle. Oh and Sam’s vehiclular neglgence costs a bunch of fish their home.

And our heroes are without a car and Guys at the end of his rope with Sam.. I mean granted he’s been there since he met the guy but it’s down to like the tiniest thred, not helped by Sam casually stealing his wallet to pay for train tickets depsite Guy , UNDERSTANDABLY, not wanting to hang out with the guy who has stolen with him, gotten him implicate din animal trafficing and dosen’t really respect personal space. Also it’s taken me embarassingly long to remember Micheal Douglas played my boy Hank Pym in the Ant Man and the Wasp films. Seroiusly I don’t know HOW I forgot that, him being aged up and thus unable to do ANY of the things he is constnatly denied credit for in canon (Founding the avengers, being the first ant man.. and the first goliath and the first yellow jacket and the first giant man.. and the only doctor pym...).. but instead the film kept his troubled nature and ego, but removed the domestic abuse (which is something I will not go into but needless to say the comics version went above and beyond to try and make up for that and redeem himself soley because it was the right hting to do) and by making im older still gav ehim a roll as Scott’s mentor. What i’m getting at is I freaking love Hank Pym and I could’ve been making hank pym jokes for several episdoes now. That’s a mistake I itned to recitfy.. right away as Guy looses his suitcase as a result of it and whie he lcaims not to be bothered his voice says otherwise. Eh i’m sure the world can wait for ultron Guy.

So anyway, Guy reluctantly agrees to the train travel idea and being parked across from Sam on the grounds he has no real other options. Meanwhile the BAD GUYZ.. and i’ve also decided to drop spoilers as the series is two years old, most people reading this have probably seen the series, and it makes analysis rough when I have to dance around spoilers. So yeah the BAD GUYZ aren’t villians.. kind of a dickhead on the blue guys part, but not EVIL. They figure out their going by train it’s a whole thing.

ON the train we run into michelle again...

Yeahhh for the first half she’s as inusfferable as she was the last two episodes and it lead me to believie the rest of the series was going to be constant suffering as she’d be in every episode, likely because they DID get Diane Keaton for this and you don’t waste Diane Keaton. You just don’t. But while they got their money’s worth in having her on screne wise they just..w asted her for the first 2 and a half episodes: Michelle is a judgemental, unpleasnt suffocating bitch and it’s going to take a lot , even if this episode helped, to make me truly like her as a person.

Case in point her first two scenes this episode are just.. dragging her daughter past a play place uncarring about her feelings because while I DO get she cares about her child’s saftey and is terrified afte rloosing her husband.. it dosen’t EXCUSE her actions. It dosen’t forgive her locking her daughter up constanlty, not talking to her like a human being and oh yeah PUTTING A FUCKING LOCK ON HER SHE CAN CONTROL. I mean my god I don’t think they INTENDED for her to come off as abusive as she does, and i’ve seen far worse inteitonally and untietionally, but it’s still not remotely plesant. There is a larger issue baked into that the episode brings about, but we’ll get to that.

And naturally at breakfast.. she procedes to top herself. ONCE AGAIN she treats guy like trash as guy UNDERSTANDABLY didn’t want to talk to her after her previous layers of bullshit which, just as a refresher, involved insulting his invention constnatly (even if it turned out ot be dangerous she did not know that till the last second) then refusing to help a man BAKING in the desert and mocking him to his face.

So yeah unsuprisingly instead of you know, APOLOGIZING for that episode or anything else she mocks him again and calls him sad. I just.. I get they were trying to have her come off as a jerk and then slowly develop.. but you can’t overdue the jerk part. It has to be juts the right amount and if it is this much there has to be a commpuance. There is none as far as I can tell because god is a spiteful two faced prick.

So naturally Sam forces the two parties together, and orders green eggs and ham for everyone, except guy who refuses. We do get a really great bit though as EB turns down the idea and we get a tremendous rant from Micheal Douglas as he talks about how a girl in his clash, veyr likely just him, got a rash from tring new things and you shouldn’t and to watch out for the scarlet beetle he’ll steel your ants and try to conquer your planet and is not a guy in a costume but in fact an actual beetle. EB naturally tries it.

We get a brief interlude with Snerz that’s funny enough: he outright calls his visotrs flunkies, they enter to the song money, and his minon throws dollar bills at their feet. I imagine this is what visitng Mar a Largo is like. They turn up his noses until he mentions getting a chickarffe for his animal crutelty wall. And i’m torn about Snerz. On one hand he can be generally entertaining in his dickery.. but ont he other I do question why he’s in EVERY episode. We don’t NEED him in eveyr one and I feel he’s only in them because Eddie Izzard was expensive so they had to get him as a regular to justify the cost. We really DONT’ need this scene funny as it is and it adds nothing so far. Maybe i’m wrong and these guys end up being important. I don’t know.

So yeah so far this episode was miserable getting through and I expected it to be another long sit... I was wrong. The second half.. is really damn good and reminded me why I liked this series so much. No really. We get two stories,both really good following one half of each pair teaming up. As for why their split Guy is annoyed with Sam, as well as dosen’t want him letting the chickaraffe out because you know lots of people dosen’t want ot go to jail and leaves to find a quiet place to work on watching paint dry while Michelle tucks a sleeping EB in, her first really truly humanizing moment, which should NOT have taken three episodes but hey, i’ll take it, and goes to find the same.

So starting with Sam and EB, naturally Sam takes all of a minute to let his buddy out and it gets loose on top of the train. EB hears the familiar sound and gives chase and the two meet properly. After Sam covers for his buddy and realizes the creature is asleep in his car safe now, he properly talks to EB and we get a truly magical sequnece: The two talk with Sam whoelheartdly supporting her free spirit and finally giving the girl what she badly needed: someone who treated her not as something to be tied down but you know.. a child who just wants some expression and as she literally lets her hair down, It’s truly adorable and it just has a magical quanitity as they enjoy the beautiful view from the train top.

Granted this takes at urn later when EB brings up her mom, and Sam.. supports her mom, pointing out she’s just looking out for her.. which she is but in a deeply unehalthy way and I don’t like the show just.. brushing over Michelle’s terrible actions because “she’s her mom”. But it’s also hard to tell if they are: Sam’s mom left him as we’ll find out, so he likely colors his memories of her rosey and simply envys EB still HAVING hers. It’s not BAD stuff but I don’t like a work saying “You should love your family just beacause your related”. Instead of because they lovea nd support you and if they dont’ love you or treat you remotely well or don’t give an ass about you fuck them. Thankfully I DO love my family and have no issues with them, my immediate family at least, but i’ve had friens with downright abusive or neglectful parents. It’s not that black and white. Ducktales also hammered in the family theme but was transparent in how it can me messy, harm each other and that it took true love and consideratoin for it to work at it’s core.

It’s still not a terrible scene and what comes next is neat as earlier it was shown the train has loops, because Seussworld, and now that’s a problem because their on top of it. Michelle’s jail braclet thing ends up coming in handy the first loop, as while she can’t unstick it means she and sam can suririvie it. They do get it loose, turns out the password was indeed password, because of course, and they end up narrowly suriving a roller coaster bit of track, with the help of MR. Jenkins who I can finally name because EB names her in the next scene. Understanding her need for a pet, Sam deputizes her, and gets her back in bed in time for the next plot.

Speaking of which winding back a bit as these two go back and forth, Guy goes through two rather hilarious cars: First a bath car that has a bubsby berkely style water number and then a model train car.. with the train on the track showing guy watching guy watchin gthe train etc.

It’s great. Guy ends up finding the quiet car.. and Michelle. And in her first scene of acting like a human being and not if julie powers was a soccer mom, Michelle, while standosfish as usual, not only unites with guy to shush a loud guy in the car, but is genuinely apricative when Guy helps her get her place back, she was doing some literal bean counting.

The two genuinely hit it off, first with some adorable silent bits and then by talking, with Michelle appreciating his now safer job and warming up to him. Keaton and Douglas have GENUINE chemestry and it annoys me itt took the series this long to use that instead of wasting Diane Keaton on being

It’s really great stuff and i’m actually rooting for the two.. once she gets her shit together obviously. Guy does make the mistake of lying abotu knowing about the chikcaraffe.

This ends up being bad as he finds out EB knows the next day and after she leaves the car RIGHTFULLY tears the fuck into same for getting him accused of crime, stealing from him and now puttin ghim in a precarious situation. While Guy DID lie, he idd so well meaningly and trying to impress someone whose ineherntly judgmeental. Douglas also does REALY well in the scene, calling sam out but it dosen’t feel cruel.. it’s justified. While guy is miserable and does need to work on himself.. Sam also needs to work on himself and is putting guy in serious danger just by forcing him into his animal smuggling scheme.

So Guy leaves.. and naturally given the unvierse hate shim runs into the BAD GUYZ, who aren’t much better. No really they refuse to belieive guy might be innocent, use excessive force on everyone. They have better GOALS than sam but I woudln’t really call them good people. Smash to black and we’re out.

Final Thoughts: This one was better. As I said the first half or rather third drags slightly but once we get to the two seperate plotlines it’s REALLY damn good stuff and reminded me what the series was capable of in character in creativity. Hopefully it keeps this up

Next Time on the Blog: We return to mewni for the penultimate chapter of season 3 as Moon and Eclipsa have some fundemtnal disgareemnts on how to handle Meteora that wind up costing both dearly.

See you at the next rainbow

#green eggs and ham #guy am I #sam I am #dr seuss #netflix #animation #patreon

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youtubeameliah · 4 years ago

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Becoming Official - Niall & Amelia

Who: @youtubeameliah and Niall ( @charswamelia )

When: 30/01/21 (forget that covid is a thing).

Notes: Amelia and Niall have had a few dates and now Niall wants to take the next step.

Trigger Warnings: None.

niall

Niall had been going on dates with Amelia for the past month and she still had two months left in London before she was planning to go back to New York but he didn't want to wait two months to ask her to be his girlfriend, so he just knew he had to do it then. They knew so much about each other and had spent countless days with each other and although his life was crazy and he was always either in the studio or busy wiht interviews, he was always making time to make plans with her. He really enjoyed her company, and she was just amazing and she had already sung him a broadway song and her voice was incredible. He was just amazed by her and he was hoping she would want to be his girlfriend. His cousin was out for the day and whilst he was out, he had planned for them to have a movie day at his and just really a chill relaxing day because she had said she was feeling a bit down and didn't want to do too much and he appreciated that and made it as chill as he could.

amelia

Amelia had enjoyed spending time with Niall, he was a busy man but had always made time for her since they met and it meant a lot to her because he had become someone she really cared for over the past month and she was falling for him slowly but surely. She was having a weird day wasn't feeling herself or anything but they had arranged ot meet and she didn't want to cancel so she asked for a relaxing day with him. She arrived at his place and was let in by the concierge and knocked on the door waiting for him to respond.

niall

Niall was happy that things were going well with Amelia, the last person he dated was Hailee and that was hard to get over, clearly he wrote a whole album about it. But he was falling for the girl, but he was known to fall fast and he expected it with her. As he heard the door, he smiled putting his guitar down and walked to the door to open it. Seeing her face there, he smiled as he pulled her in for a hug and smiled, "Hello beautiful. Glad you made it. You okay, want a cup of tea?" He smiled looking over at her, over the past month he had learned that she liked tea when she was feeling down.

amelia

Amelia stood there as she felt his arms around her and smiled hugging him back, it was definitely something she needed. She smiled walking into his place and smiled nodding, "Of course I did, did you think I would cancel on you? I couldn't do that, not to you." She laughed a little pecking his cheek for a moment before nodding, "A tea would be great thank you." She smiled looking over at him before picking his guitar up, she had no clue how to play but since it was sitting there she sat on the sofa and started trying to play it for a moment, knowing it would catch his attention.

niall

Niall laughed a little, "No I don't think I thought you were going to cancel. Well aren't you sweet beautiful." He smiled stroking her hair for a moment, he was definitely comfortable around her but he just enjoyed being around her. He nodded, "One Tea coming up." He laughed, he walked over to the kitchen whilst she stayed in his living room and as he had made the tea, he came out of the kitchen and walked into the living room to see her play his guitar and he couldn't help but laugh, he could tell she didn't know how to play. He smiled walking towards her and putting the tea on the table next to where she was sitting before taking a seat next to her, "Do you even know how to play? Because it soundsss. well it sounds like loudso f random notes all over the place." He laughed, "I can teach you if you like?"

amelia

Amelia looked over at him and laughed a little looking over at the guy for a moment, "Only to certain people." She smiled as she waited for the tea she continued to play the guitar and looked at him as he walked back in and laughed a little shaking her head, "No I don't know how to play. Just thought I would pick it up thought it would come naturally to me." She laughed, she knew it wasn't like that, "Okay I am kidding there, I have always wanted to learn but never had the patience. Don't trust me, my best friend Sam tried to teach me for like 3 months but I got so annoyed that it didn't work out. I don't have patience to learn an instrument and I am okay with that. I can though play the piano." She laughed a little looking at him, "So what did you have planned for today?"

niall

Niall glanced at her for a moment and laughed a little looking at him before hearing her speak and laughed a little, "I was about to say I hope you're joking. It took me a long time to get the hang of it but I love playing so I am glad I do. Well if you are really sure you don't want to then I won't teach you. Oh you play the piano? One day you'll have to show me." He smiled before sitting there as he looked at her as he stroked the lose hair that was in her face away before looking at her, "Well we can do anything, we can have a movie day or games day, I mean I only really have board games at the moment but we can do that." He smiled looking over at him.

amelia

Amelia glanced over at him and smiled for am oment and nodded, "Well I will leave you to be the one to play the guitar, you sound great playing it. I do. One day, not now but one day." She smiled, "It was something I picked up when Finn died, it was something to calm me down and my anxiety down. Made me happy for the first time in a long time." She smiled at the memory before looking at him and laughed, "Both sounds good, movie can be back ground noise and we can play monopoly. I really want to see how competitive you are." She laughed before she took his hand and looked at him, "Hey before we do anything, i need to thank you, the past month, you made me believe in a lot of things I gave up on believing in, like love for example, I had never wanted to open up to anyone in a long time till I met you. This last month has probably been one of the best I have had in a while and when I came to visit my cousin I never expected this, I came because I needed a break from the city and everything. I was lost in life I guess. I am not saying a guy fixes that but you did make me feel better." She looked over at him and leaned in and kissed his cheek for a moment.

niall

Niall looked over at her for a brief moment, and nodded, "Well I am very glad that you like to hear me play the guitar, might do it more often just for you now. Okay I look forward to it." He smiled, hearign her mention Finn made him smile, he knw it was a painful memory for her and he knew that if she openly talked about him, she trusted him and it helped her move on, she had told him that before and he was never going to tell her to stop if it was what she needed. "Music can be a great healer when it is needed, but glad you got into something." He smiled, everyone who he had seen in the past month could tell he was falling for this girl, he went for drinks with Lewis the other week and he straight out said it. He looked at her, "Okay perfect, oh I can get really competitive especially with Monopoly." he laughed a little looking at her again, he heard her words as she took his hand and he just held onto it for a moment as he took his other to stroke her cheek, she was beautiful and amazing and making his heart skip a beat for a moment, "Amelia, you don't need ot thank me, I am glad that I have been able to put a smile on your face and I am glad that you have been able to open up with me. Amelia, you have made the last month enjoyable for me, I got back from tour expecting the next few months to be a bit slow and not much going on but just a chance to have a mini break but then you came a long and I haven't been as excited for something as I have to spend time with you and get to know you and see where this goes. Amelia, look I know it's only been a month but I need to do this now because I just know how I feel, I know I fall fast and I have accepted that, but I really like you Amelia and I just know I want to spend more time with you, and see where this goes. Amelia, will you be my girlfriend?" He realised he had said her name too many times there but he needed to.

amelia

Amelia glanced over at him for a moment and laughed a little looking over at him for a brief moment and nodded, "It definitely is a good healer in time." She smiled looking over at him and laughed a little raising her eyebrows for a moment and shook her head for a moment, "Oh really? Well I look forward to seeing it." She smiled for a brief moment. She listened to him and his Irish accent made everything sound better, but his words hit her, he was really sweet and she really liked him and hearing his words, she smiled as she heard his question, she smiled, "I would love to be your girlfriend. Honestly you have become someone so important to me in such a short amount of time." She smiled and leaned in and kissed him passionately for a moment.

niall

Niall looked over at her and smiled for a moment and nodded, "Oh trust me, you ill regret that." He laughed a little. Looking over at her he smiled holding onto her tightly, he was smitten with the girl and would do anything to be with her no matter what. "You have become such an important person to me as well Amelia. I am very happy to hear this though." He smiled as he kissed her passionately for a moment

amelia

She smiled and laughed a little looking at him, "Sure I will." She shook her head for a moment and smiled as she held onto him for a moment, her mind just went crazy for a moment, "You're the first person to make me feel special at all times since Finn and I am just in so much shock... I need to tell you something, I know its only been a month but I love you Niall. I know things are going to be different once I go back to New York in a couple of months but I know we can make it work." She smiled for a moment as she kissed him softly.

niall

He looked over at her and laughed a little loooking at her as she was talking he was so shocked to hear the words but it was everything he had been feeling, he knew he fell fast which is why he hadn't told her because he didn't want to scare her off. He smiled and held on to her and smiled kissing her deeply for a moment, "I love you too Amelia. I am glad you feel special around me because are special to me. I know you haven't vlogged around me since beign here and I know it's your job and I am very greatful that you chose to keep this private for now. We will make it work babe, I promise you this will work no matter." He smiled holding on to her for a moment kissing the top of her forehead, "How about we just watch a film?"

amelia

She looked over at him and smiled for a moment as she bit her lip, hearing him say the words made her smile and feel so much better. As he kissed her deeply, she kissed back as she held onto him, "Of course I do. And I wanted to keep it private too, I vlog when I can or have to but other then that I keep it private. It's not that big of a deal." She smiled looking over at him and nodded, "I am glad you are as sure as I am." She smiled as she held onto him and nodded, "I like the sound of that, what film though?"

niall

Niall kept his smile on his face, he never expected to come off tour and find himself a girlfriend but he did and he was very much happy about it. He smiled looking at her, "You're amazing did you know that? One day you can put me in your vlog if you want." He smiled kissing her cheek for a moment and nodded, "Of course I am. Plus gives me more of a reason to visit New York." He smiled kissing her forehead for a moment and laughed, "Good question, hmm what kind of film did you wanna watch? Maybe Moulin Rouge? Or I might even let you put Hamilton on."

amelia

She looked over at him for a moment, this guy had done something to her, he made her believe in love again and she was very greatful for that because it took a while. "Well some people have said that in the past. One day I will maybe when I am at a concert of yours but for now I don't want to do that." She smiled as she played with his hair for a moment and nodded, "You can visit the greatest city in the world. I am sure my friends would love to meet you. I will warn you now, Kurt might give you a speech and blah blah blah but hes amazing and my best friend but they are all great." She smiled, the thought of them made her miss them more. She smiled for a moment, "Oh you want to watch a musical? Well how about Moulin Rouge? I love Hamilton but seen it to many times now I need a break."

niall

He smiled looking over at her and laughed a little, she was always making him laugh and he loved that and nodded, "I understand that." He smiled as he felt her hands in his hair and he loved it when she played with her hair, smiling he looked over at her and nodded, "Well I look forward ot meeting them all especially Kurt. How about I come down a month after you have left? I am heading to LA for a few weeks at some point so can come either before or after." He smiled looking over at her for a brief moment and nodded, "Okay well that sounds perfect." He smiled kissing the side of her head as he put the tv on and looked over at her for a moment as he wrapped his arm around her, "I am excited for our future together!"

amelia

She smiled as she glanced over at him for a moment and nodded as she ran a hand through her hair for a moment and laughed a little before hearing his words and smiled, "Oh my gosh that would be amazing, I would love it if you came out that would be great." She smiled as she hugged him tightly and she nodded and smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder, "I am excited for our future together too." She smiled as she stroked his leg for a moment.

niall

He smiled looking over at her and nodded, "Well then I will come. We will make this work, I know we will. I look forward to the day you get your broadway show and I get to watch you perform." He smiled looking over at her for a moment as he wrapped his arm around tightly and stroked her hair for a moment.

amelia

She smiled glancing over at him for a brief moment, "We will for sure." She smiled for a moment, "I can't wait for that." She smiled for a brief moment efore laying her head on his shoulder and watched the film. As the film came to an end, she ran a hand through her hair for a moment before looking up at him, "Well that was a good film." She smiled as she gave him a soft kiss for a moment.Message #becoming-official

#para #para:002 #para:niall

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crazyrandomfucker · 5 years ago

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Hero apprentices twins

Summary:

The first battles against akumas for the new superheroes and some mishaps in their daily lives. Some peaceful moments in their civilians lives, some not so peaceful moments with certain superheroes and one or two funny situations wiht their friends. All in all, it’s just the daily lives of four hero apprentices twins.

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Chapter 1: Designer shenanigans

Summary:

Adrienne's class has a designing contest. Lordbug and Ladybug decide to swap their superhero duties for the week. Mishaps are bound to happen

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-At the Agreste Manor-

The sun was shiny and the skies were clear. The sunshine illuminated Adrienne is having breakfast as always, taking her time to enjoy her food. Her brother comes yawning and takes a seat next to her, ready to have his breakfast and go to school. As usual, Natalie comes by, stands next to the young models and pulls out her touchpad. She opens a file and then procedes to read out loud the schedules of both teenagers. Once she finishes, she turns to leave, but remembers something and turns around.

“Adrienne, today I’ll be going with you to the school to explain the details of the designer contest you asked for. Your father has already talked about both of your ideas for the contests and monsieur Damocles has decided to accept both” says Nathalie. “However Adrien, your idea has been suggested to be presented in a later date, but it will still be done even if it isn’t right now. It seems that the director of your school thinks that holding both at the same time could cause a ruckus”.

“Oh, that makes sense” says Adrien with a tiny bit of disappointment in his voice.

Nathalie turns again and leaves to prepare herself for the day. Meanwhile, Adrienne is happily thinking about Marin and how is he soon going to be working for her and, if she was lucky, she’d be able to make him fall in love with her. Adrien though, considers if his classmates will open to him or not after the contest since, after all, he simply wanted to befriend them and have a good time. Moments later, both teenagers have prepared themselves for school and fed their kwamis properly. They stand in the front door, waiting for Nathalie to come down and for the bodyguards to prepare the limousine. Their bodyguards were a tad strange. They knew that they were cousins, but they weren’t truly similar one to another, except for the fact that both were tall and bulky. Gorilla, as Adrien call his bodyguard, had a longer face and his hair was dark greyish. Instead Orangutan, as Adrienne called her bodyguard, had a round and gentler face and his hair was ginger, including his chin beard.

-At school-

Once in school, the models come out of the limo, looking around to search for their friends and head towards Nino and Nina, who were waiting for them, once the models find them. Nathalie follows them closes, but refrains from interacting with the teenagers.

“Hey dude, have you heard the news?” asks Nino to Adrien while they do their special handshake.

“What news are you talking about Nino?” asks Adrien a bit curious.

“I’ve heard that Jagged Stone is coming to Paris in a few months and it’s likely that he’s gonna stay here for a while” explains Nino excited.

“No way. We love Jagged’s music” says Adrienne.

“Yes way girl. I’ve also heard that he’s even planning to move permanently to Paris” says Nina.

“What are you talking about?” says Alen as the reporter twins arrive.

“We were telling them about Jagged Stone” says Nino.

“I have to admit that I like Clara Nightingale more, but his music ain’t bad” says Alya.

“Mar and Mari are going to be ecstatic about this. They love Jagged and have been following him since his begginings” says Nina winking at Adrienne.

“And talking about the devil, here they come and surprisingly they aren’t late” says Alen.

“Hi guys, hi girls” greets Marin.

“H-Hello everybody” stutters Mari. Then she notices Nathalie. “Hello madam”.

“Hello” answers Nathalie.

“Oh, right. Guys, meet Nathalie. She’s father’s assistant, but she has something to do here today” explains Adrien.

“Though, she’s only going to explain something to our class” adds Adrienne.

“Well, we hope you have a good day with us then” says Marin politely.

“Likewise” says Nathalie. She scans the designers and their outfit and frowns a bit. “Are you two perhaps aspiring designers?”

“Y-Yes” says Marinette nervously. “But we’re just amateurs, we have nothing to do in comparison with professional designers”.

“Are those clothes your designs?” asks Nathalie.

“Yes, we design and make most of our clothes. We like to do it to improve ourselves” answers Marin.

“Interesting…” says Nathalie, smiling a bit. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you Adrien’s classmates or Adrienne’s?”

“I’m Adrienne’s classmate and my sister goes with Adrien” says Marin.

“I see…” says Nathalie, giving a bemused look to Adrienne. “I hope you can get along with them”.

“They are our friends already” says Adrienne, blushing a bit.

Nathalie smiles. “Lovely. Very well then, I’ll be heading inside to talk to your homeroom teacher”.

“Wow, that was weird. She seemed to be colder when we went to your house” says Nino as soon as Nathalie disappears.

“She can be like that sometimes, but she’s really kind” explains Adrien.

“Yeah, yeah. All of that is very interesting, but what is she going to explain?” asks Nina.

“We’re going to hold a designing contest in class due to some… circumstances we had with my father” said Adrienne.

“So that’s what you meant last week” says Marin.

“Last week?” asks Adrien confused.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about Sunshine” says Alya.

“Oh, right. I had to tell you something in private dude” says Nino and takes Adrien away, giving Alya a thumbs up without Adrien noticing it.

“Good, now that he’s not here I have a lot to explain” said Adrienne.

“Why can’t Adrien listen to this?” asks Alen curious.

“Basically, he doesn’t know a single thing about Mari’s and Marin’s presents and hearing this would basically give that away” explains Adrienne.

“Yeah, we don’t want Sunshine to be sad after our sweet designers resigned their gifts for his happiness” says Alya.

“So basically what happen is that, when I saw our father’s supposed presents, I recognised Mari and Marin’s gifts and my presents were exactly what I had asked Nathalie to get me, but she mysteriously had nothing to give me” explains Adrienne. “I went to his office completely mad at him and I threatened him a couple of times, including leaving his company and the house. So, in order to change my mind, he let both of us to make him a request and he promised to fix our schedules and also apologise to Nina and Nino”.

“Which he did. He even gave us a ticket to have a discount in his boutiques” says Nina.

“My request was to hold the competition to pay back Marin for his kindness and to apologise for what my father did” says Adrienne. “Because I know you are going to win Marin”.

“Thank you Adrienne, I’ll do my best. Though, you shouldn’t have done this just for me” says Marin.

“Oh shush Angel. Just accept this and do your best to win. Because there’s a prize right?” says Nina, ignoring Marin’s glare for the nickname.

“Of course there is. There’s a secret bonus, but the prize is an apprenticeship at Gabriel’s” says Adrienne.

“A what in where?!” exclaim the designers at unison.

“You’ve heard me. The prize is an apprenticeship at Gabriel’s” confirms Adrienne smugly.

“What is the bonus? I’m more curious about that” says Alya.

“If I tell you it won’t be a secret silly” says Adrienne as she winks and pulls her tongue out teasingly.

“Is that how we’re playing?” says Alya amused. “You know I’ll get you back for it, right?”

“I’d expect no less form you Alya” replies the blonde bemused.

The bell rings and everyone has to part ways and go to their classroom. In the door of their classroom, Nathalie is talking with Madame Mendeleiev and they turn when Adrienne and the gang arrives. They enter the room and the teacher announces Nathalie telling the students to behave and listen to her. Nathalie connects her pen drive to the computer and begins a presentation to explain the designing contest. After she finishes explaining, she and Adrienne answer a couple of questions Adrienne’s classmates have and the bell rings again.

Nathalie bids farewell and returns to the Agreste Manor, leaving Adrienne answering her classmates questions, looking very happy with the friendly banter and the attention given. Nina smiles and feels proud of her dear friend, who was begining to socialize like a normal teenager. On the other side though, Marin is freaking out and feeling the enourmous pressure of designing and making a full outfit for the end of the week, because they are supposed to present the outfits next monday and find someone to model them. Alen, as the great friend he is, proposes to model for Marin as long as he gets to keep the outfit, trying to calm down Marin in the process.

Later, the bell rings once again announcing break and Marin rushes outside the classroom to find Marinette, being followed by Alen that only wants to boast about his soon to be new exclusive Dupain-Cheng outfit to his sister Alya. Nina and Adrienne laugh because of the reporter-designer duo's antics and head to follow them, but Julia Couffaine, Nathalia Kurtzberg and Rue Lavillant stop the girls to chat a bit, offering them some ginger biscuits to snack on while they talk.

-Marin's side-

Marin and Alene enter Mme. Bustier's classroom to talk with Mari (and Alen wants to smugly brag to Alya), but both girls seem to already have left the room. On that note, Adrien and Nino seem to have already left the room too, so Marin doesn't exactly knows where to find the girls, since Nino is like his iinfo provider in Mari's classroom. Instead, Marin decides to ask Ivan, who seats behind the girls, if he has heard per chance where have the girls gone. Ivan appologises because he only has heard something about treats, but Marin thanks him and goes outside with a clear idea where are the girls going. He and Alen arrive to the Dupain-Cheng bakery and see the girls, plus Adrien and Nino, sitting and eating fresh-baked cookies and talking about school stuff.

"Hi guys, hi girls, mind if I take my sister for a minute? I need to talk to her for a bit" asks Marin as Alen takes a seat.

"Sure thing" shrugs Alya.

"For the record, I also have to tell you something sis, but I don't mind others hearing" says Alen with a smug grin.

"Keep it like that and there won't be cookies for you" says Marin teasingly.

"You wouldn't" says Alen.

"Um... Marin, didn't you wanted to tell me something?" says Marinette before her brother gets a chance to reply.

"Oh yeah, totally. Let's go over there" says Marin and walks away from the others. Once he's sure noone can hear him he turns to Mari. "Okey sis, I need a really big favor".

"Sure thing, what is it" says Marinette without asking anything.

"So, you know about the competition and all that stuff right? Well, it turns out I need to design and sew a whole outfit for a teenager and you know this week I'm on Patrol with Kitty. Would you mind to swap with me for this week? I could change it for next week so we're equal" says Marin.

"You have to do that in a week? I'm going to change with you definetly, you're going to have it rough to do all that. I could even do some of your comissions for you" says Mari understanding her brother's problem. Then she has an idea. "Have you found a model yet? Adrienne probably would be delighted to model for you".

"Unfortunately, she's a member of the jury, so I can't ask her. Anyway, Alen has offered himself to model for me if he gets to keep the clothes afterwards, so it's a win-win situation" explains Marin.

"Oh, I see... Well, we should be going back or break will be over before I get to eat a cookie" says Marinette and goes back with the gang.

"And that's why I'll get to have an original brand new Dupain-Cheng's" brags Alen with a Chesire smile.

"No fair, you'd be getting a prize regardless if Marin wins or not, which I'm sure he'll win, but I want one too" complains Alya.

"Well, I think I could work on something for your birthday, like a fancy dress or something" says Mari putting her hand on Alya's shoulder, letting her know that they're back.

"Girl, I love you. If it wasn't for THAT fact I'd ask you to marry me" says Alya smiling.

"Oh stop it you flatterer" says Mari as she takes a seat and a cookie.

"Thought she was right, Alen wins in any situation..." says Marin teasingly.

"Too late man, you've already accepted, there's no taking it back dude" says Alen.

"Are you nervous about the competition dude? Old Agreste can be pretty nasty you know?" says Nino. "No offense bro".

"None taken, I know my father isn't exactly the best parent figure..." says Adrien with a somewhat melancholic tone.

"Now that I think about it, You know what the prize of the contest is right?" says Alya.

"Yeah, I was there when Adriene asked, why?" asks Adrien.

"Because she won't tell us what the real prize is, just that there's a secret bonus aside from the apprenticeship" says Alya.

"I can't tell you then, or she will skin me alive for that. Specially I can't tell that in any boy presence, because that's related with the secret bonus" says Adrien, refusing to let Marin know.

"Oh, I think I'm having a couple ideas of what it could be..." says Alya with an amused grin.

"M-Me too..." says Marinette with a faint blush.

"I wouldn't have expected anything less from you two, you're both pretty witty" says Adrien politely, oblivious of the reaction of Mari.

-At school-

Meanwhile, Adrienne had added Julia's, Nathalia's and Rue's phones to her contacts list and was pretty happy to have made new friends. She and Nina had sat down after talking a bit with the girls, who had already left to the cafeteria. Both girls where discussing things and details about the designing contest for next's week, like who they thought had the best chances to win or who they thought that it would participate on the contest. Nina remembers about the secret bonus and asks Adrienne about it, who looks around to make sure noone is near enough to hear her before she turns to Nina with a big bright smile on her face, making Nina cover her eyes as if she had just been blinded by the brightness, earning a soft nudge.

"Okay so, remember when you where akumatized last week, threw a party for me and forced Marin to talk and dance with me?" says Adrienne.

"I didn't know about that last part, but yeah" says Nina.

"I thank you so much for that, because I got the idea for the secret bonus and I got to spend time with Marin. We even danced a slow dance!" say Adrienne.

"I want all the deets about that later, for now, keep going with the special bonus" says Nina.

"Geez, fine" says Adrienne jokingly. "Basically, I complimented Marin's clothing and he complimented mine, but when I complaint about not having much teenage clothes or a fashion sense in general, he said that perhaps I should employ someone to give me or design for me clothes. So the secret bonus is that the winner will also become my personal designer".

"Girl, that's weird" said Nina without holding back.

"But think about it, if Marin wins, I'll get to spend more time with him and maybe even make him fall for me" replied the model.

"While you may have a point, I still think it's weird. But I'll support that crazy plan of yours, I want my girl to be happy" says Nina.

"Thank you Nina" saysAdrienne hugging her. "If everything goes well, prepare yourself to be an auntie, because I'll totally make you, Mari and Alya the godmothers of my kids".

"And I'm going to spoil them rotten for sure" says Nina laughing.

The bell rings, warning the girls that class is starting in five minutes, and they go to their classroom, still talking about the future and how would Adrienne name her children. She really didn't mind the names, but she was sure that she wanted to have at least four kids, regardless of their gender. Nina herself wasn't sure if she wanted to have kids, she wasn't even in love with someone. Sure, sometime ago she had had the sweets and fell for Marin, but she had moved on for quite a long time now. And she really didn't have much choices, in class there only are six guys: Cleón and Sebástian, who are clearly not an option, Ioan and Mylo are a couple so also no, Marin is a past crush and Alen, well she doesn't knows him that much.

"Hi girls, had a nice break?" says Alen as they enter the room.

"Yes, but we didn't have any knight to escort us during break" jokes Nina.

"Where did you go?" asks Adrienne.

"I had to ask Mari to cover for me some comissions so I could participate in the contest" explained Marin.

"I could be your model if you want" says Adrienne sheepishly.

"Nuh huh, I'm the model and no one will be able to take that from me. Besides, aren't you one of the judges? That would be cheating" says Alen.

"You're right, silly me" says Adrienne hiding her disappointment.

"If it makes you happier, I did consider asking you to be the model, but as Alen says, it would be like cheating" says Marin.

"Good job Mar-man. You could learn a thing or two about treating ladies from our local angel, Alen" says Nina.

"Hey! I know how to be a gentleman" replies Alen.

"You literally have the same emotion range of a brick when it comes to empathise with girls" says Nina.

"Now, now, calm down" says Marin.

Adrienne giggles. "You really are an angel Marin".

"I will take that as a compliment now, but please, I really don't like that nickname" says Marin.

"And yet, he appreciates nicknames like Mar-man or Mar" says Nina.

"I'll call you something else then" says Adrienne.

"Thank you, at least someone understands, not like a certain dancer I know" says Marin glaring at Nina.

"Hey, you still haven't made me that bonnet you promised me" replies Nina.

"Because you still call me Angel. You know the deal" says Marin.

"I stopped for a month, but your angelic deeds made me fall for the old habit again" teases Nina.

"If I hadn't know you for so long I'd hate you right now" says Marin.

"You know you love me baker boy" jokes Nina.

"I didn't know that you two got along so well" says Adrienne.

"Well, we've got some story together. We have known each other for... How long was it again? Ten years?" says Nina.

"Nine years. And for the record, I liked it better when your brother was my classmate, he doesn't teases 24/7" says Marin.

"I also loved being with Mari, it's soooo easy to tease her and her reactions are the best" says Nina.

"I'm honestly amazed you're still friends" says Alen.

"Well, having to deal four years in a row with someone like Cleón does wonders I guess" says Nina.

"I'm sorry about that" says Adrienne, lowering her head.

"Hey, it's not your fault you know" says Marin as he puts his hand on her shoulders and smiles for her. "How he acts is entirely his problem and it's not like you're making him act like he does".

Adrienne feels her heart melting because of the warmth that radiated from Marin's smile. "T-T-Thank y-you" says with a bright blush.

"Damn, this girl has it bad for the sweets" thinks Nina.

Right when Alen was going to start to speak, Mme. Bustier enters the classroom and politely asks the students to prepare for their literature lessons. Everyone goes back to their seats and pulll out their tablets to open their digital textbook. Honestly, Adrienne liked the idea of carrying books to study at first, but she was rather thankful that they only had three subjects with actual textbooks, because they were really heavy and her back would hurt like hell if she had to carry them around all the time, eventhought she only has to carry her bag around school, because she goes everywhere else in the limo as her father wants. Still, she was rather thankful of it and had wondered more than once if she couldn't anage to convince the bodyguards to sometimes pick up her friends in the limo. Except Marin and Marinette, since they literally lived next to the school. She sometimes wondered how could they possibly be late.

-At the Arc de Triopmh-

Marin is sitting with his back resting on the Arc de Triomph, sketching several outfits ideas, getting inspiration from anything he could see, but he struggles with the designs and he discards each of the designs, finding faults everywhere and not satisfied with the results. He keeps sketching design after design, feeling frustrated because none of his ideas are remotely worth of a Gabriel's apprenticeship. He is so focused that he misses how two figures have been stalking him for a while, secretly taking pictures of the designs. He also fails to notice two particulary familiar models approaching him from his behind until Adrienne boops his cheek and his train of thought stops as he looks surprised to the models.

"Hey, having a hard time?" says Adrienne.

"Oh, hi Adrienne. I'm sketching some designs for the contest, but these doesn't convince me. It doesn't looks something at Gabriel's level" says Marin.

Adrien takes some of the designs and looks at some of them. "Even if you're right, I hate to say that this are really good designs" says Adrien as he showed them to Adrienne.

"Oh, I like this jacket" says Adrienne as she looks throught the discarted designs. "And i like the concept of this outfit. Oh my gosh I love this shirt and this shoes!"

"Well, I hope you'll like this much my final design when I manage to find the right inspiration" says Marin sheepishly.

"I'm sure you'll make something really cool" says Adrienne.

"Good luck with that, Cleón and Sebástian have been stalking you for a while and they are probably heading to a professional designer to fix the design an make it for them" says Adrien.

"They what!?" snaps Marin. Then, he breathes a few times and calms down. "Okay, this is fine. It doesn't matters, the best design will win even if they try to cheat. And if they use my designs I'll have proof of what they have done" says Marin.

"How are you so sure?" asks Adrien slightly annoyed.

"I'm sure your father is clever enough to recognise the difference between the work of an amateur like me and a professional designer. And also, there are some secret details in my designs that they won't be able to change and it would pinpoint them as my designs" says Marin with confidence.

"Well boys, Adrien and I have to leave already, so leave your macho contest for later" says Adrienne deadpanned.

As they leave, Marin looks at the bodyguards that are guarding the young blonde models and suddenly inspiration strikes. The models leave in the limo, but Adrienne looks back one last time and sees Marin furrowing his brows as he sketches with a bit of his tongue escaping from a side of his mouth. Marin focuses on his new idea and clungs to it as he draws to make sure that he doesn't forgets even a single detail. Once he is done, he looks at the design a couple of times and makes a few changes here and ther to make sure that his design won't lose to anyone. Now that he's happy with the results, he calls Alen and tells him to go to the bakery so he can show him the final design and take Alen's measures to buy the cloth he'll need.

-At the Dupain-Cheng bakery-

Marin enters to the bakery and tells his parents that Alen is going to come for a project, snatching a few cookies for Tekke. He goes upstairs and shows Marinette his design, proud of the praises his sister is giving him. Then, he goes to his bedroom to check what fabrics he has and what fabrics he needs to buy and, by the time Alen excitedly pops his head throught the door , Marin has everything ready to measure him and go to buy the fabrics. He pulls out a sewing tape and asks Alen to take of his shirt, getting some playful looks and some teasing banter from Alen. Ignoring his ridiculous friend, Marin unrolls the sewing tape and begins to mesure Alen's back. When he's measuring the width of Alen's torso, Alen grins.

"Do you like my abs so much Mar? You won't stop touching them" jokes Alen.

"If you don't stop with your jokes I'll might end up shoving a ruller up your ass" warns him Marin.

"Uh, I didn't know you had that sado vibe in you" teases Alen and Marin picks a ruler and hits his shoulder with it. "Ouch, okey, okey. I'll stop".

"Good, now, extend your arms" says Marin.

"You know? I bet this would be a completely different situation if Adrienne was your model instead of me" says Alen. "I bet you would be clumsily taking her mesures, being a gentleman and probably blushing a lot".

Marin tightens the grip of the tape. "If Adrienne was my model, which she isn't and it would be highly unlikely to happen, I wouldn't be taking the measurements. Marinette would be taking them for me. If you prefer it, I can tell her to also measure you, instead of having me doing it. I wonder how much longer your banter would keep going".

"You wouldn't. No man, you can't tell her that, she would probably turn me into a porcupine at the first joke. Marinette is scary when she's angry" says Alen speaking with honesty.

"Well, at least you've learned the lesson" says Mari as she enters with a plate with croissants. "But I wonder if I should give you some croissants then, I wouldn't want to scare you".

"No! I'm perfectly fine! You're not scary! Please, give me those delicious treats oh, queen among queens" says Alen.

"Pffftt so much for the bravado now" says Marin laughing.

"I'll leave the plate here then. Enjoy the work" says Mari before she leaves.

"Dude, if she wasn't so scary I would fall in love with her" says Alen.

"You wouldn't last a day dating her" jokes Marin. "Okey, I'm done with the top, put on your shirt and take off your pants, and before you say something, no homo".

"You take away all the fun" complains Alen, doing as he's told.

"At least I don't put the fun in funeral" says Marin.

"Man, that was awful" says Alen groaning.

"Now you understand how I feel everytime one of you joke" says Marin deadpanned.

"Come on, you love our jokes and you know it" says Alen.

"Yeah sure, I love it as much as I love you" says Marin.

"Bro, that was very gay".

"Al, even if I was, I wouldn't shamelessly flirt with you, dumbass" says Marin.

"You say that, but I won't forget how you told me about your crush on me in Adrienne's and Adrien's party" says the blogger.

"I had forgotten about that, you also thought that I had a crush on Adrienne" replies the designer.

"And you totally do dude, it's so obvious" says Alen.

"If you say so" says Marin and spank Alen's butt. "Now put on your pants, we're done. Now I have to go and buy the fabrics".

"Damn dude, I've felt that one" says Alen caressing his but.

"You earned that one and you can deny it" says Marin deadpanned.

"I will have revenge" says Alen in a sort of terminator voice.

"I'm sure you won't, at least, not if you want THIS awesome outfit" says Marin showing him the design.

"Man, is this the final design? It's so awesome! I'm going to wear it every day even if I have to manually wash it every night" says Alen.

"Well, now that I think about it, I haven't thought about some shoes to combine with it yet... What do you have in your closet?" asks Marin.

"Nothing that goes with this for sure. I have a couple of trainers, a pair of blue shoes, a green pair and maybe I still have a purple pair" says Alen.

"Hmmm, let me think a bit" says Marin as he sketches the shoes. "Okay, I think this would be a good idea" says Marin, showing Alen the design.

"Bro, will you Mari me?" says Allen.

"You'll Mari my fist if you keep up with the jokes. Did you seriously used my sister's name for a pun?" says Marin.

"It wasn't that bad. And don't you have to measure my feet?" says Alen.

"Nah, I already know your foot size, I'll just use a template from internet" says Marin.

"You're the designer, you're in charge" says Alen.

"Come on, let's get everything before the stores close" says Marin as he goes outside the room.

Alen decided to go with Marin to buy the different fabrics, going from store to store and exiting each store with another paper bag more and some fabrics or threads or sewing stuff. They met some of their classmates more than once in various stores, they even saw from far Sebástian and Cleón going inside a tailor shop, where they probably where going to ask for "their" design to be fixed and sewn. Alen wanted to take a bunch of pictures to have proofs of their cheating, but Marin dragged him to the next store before the blogger could even think about complaining. Moments later, they headed to their last stop, a normal store to gather materials for the shoe soles and some details of the top part of the outfit.

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aandreajasmine · 5 years ago

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Wednesday 4th December 2019 - Guy McKinley: Artist Study

Today we were asked to look at the artworks of Guy McKinley, but before doing that I decided look into his background and life as an artist but also a person swell. He was born in Liverpool, UK in the year of , but moved to Manchester, UK to pursue to his freelance art career. Since 2003 McKinley has been creating artworks heavy with colour, shape and also have influences from Japanese culture and native/ historical artworks as well as his childhood having a great influence on his artworks of today.

Today we were asked to look at the artworks of Guy McKinley, specifically his ‘PUCA Festival’ collection and compare and contrast them to each other as well as to our new and current brief: ‘Seekers.’ Upon searching his name I could see that he was well known around the art community as well as to the public making his art decently mainstream but also standoffish due to his use of colour, line, shape and texture. By using different techniques and styles in these fields of art, it creates an immediate narrative in the audience’s mind, whether they intend or not, thus making the artwork itself more involved with the audience and the artist (Guy Mckinley).

This is his first piece in his ‘PUCA Festival’ collection. It has been named ‘Morrigan’. Before doing any research on the name or the character shown, what I understand and collect from this piece is a creepy and sinister looking female hag crow/ raven looking character with long hair suggesting mystery and the unknown. Caressing skulls that seem to look like they’ve been painted with gold to make them extremely valuable and limited. One of which has arrows sicking out of the eye sockets implying that that person who owned the skull had died by an arrow to the eye this linking to out brief since we’re being tasked to look at fantasy and use historical facts to establish their presence more, this works as Harold Godwinson was killed by a shot to the eye thus linking it back to this original artwork and our brief connected to it.

After doing some research on the word ‘morrigan’ I now understand that it come from celtic mythology meaning ‘phantom/ great queen’ that is deep related and associated with heavy themes such as: war, death, destiny and fate. Now with this understanding I can now look at this artwork in a different light and take from this that this character that she is meant to be a majestic but corrupt queen due to the great juxtaposition of the themes need to the title. It also implies that the themes of ‘everything is not as it seems’ since the themes linked to the title again, putting topics like destiny and fate on their heads since they normally have connotations of positivity and joy, but played in this context they go again the norm and imply negativities. It could also imply that she is here to help and safely bring the dead and destined to the other side, this could be the netherworld or hell, while keeping their statuses of royalty and superiority amongst the dead.

This is the second piece of the ‘PUCA Festival’ collection, called ‘Fionn.’ Again, before doing any deep research into this piece, what I could understand from this artwrok is the charater being depicted in this is meant is meant to be a soft warrior type of character that is meant to be outward fierce apperance mean to scare away possible threats, this is shown with heavy detail in armour implying that their armour has been tampered with and possibly enchated wiht a sort of spell of intricute healing and restoration. I immediately got a vibe of this character being the protagonist of a show or at least a good charater and I got this from how McKinley has subtly and creativly used shape in this to create a charcter that is strong, devoted and deadly aswell as being/ looking soft, kind and trustworthy. By using shapes mainly consisting of circles and rounded shapes, even in places that normally have sharper and pointed edges - the ram horns, it has given this warrior character a soft and calming and reliable edge to it and I honestly thing that is amazing and super creative being able to add it into their work like this.

After doing some reseach on the title of this piece, I have learnt that this ‘Fionn’ artwork could be linked to the ‘Fionn MacCumhail’ of irish mythology who was known to be a mythical hunter/ warrior character that is fair haired. By linking this to our current brief you could say that they link since it could have inspired the main character/ protagonist of cartoon network and Pendleton Ward’s ‘Adventure Time’ where the main charcter shares the same name - Finn and the same warrior personality as well as having an extremely comforting and completly approchable exterior/ outward appearence. When looking at my initial thoughts on the piece and the research on it itself, I have come to see that what I initially had thoughts on were baisically correct / accurate thus coming to the concluion of McKinley’s work and the narritives linked to them are extremely clear to the audience helping them and the average viewer to undertsand their work with only a glance at the work itself.

This is the third piece featured in the PUCA Festival collection and it was called: ‘Puca.’ Once again, before looking into this piece and doing instense/ deep research into this I took it to myself to analyse it and give my interpretaion of that narrativee I could see in this piece. To start this, I just want to say that this is my favourite piece in this collection, I find it extremely enticing as the animals look like they are fixed into the main enchantress/ witch looking character’s long and lively hair while still keeping the animals looking like they were still on their own individuals and rabid animals of their own. This keeps it intresting as they all seem to be giving off vibes of their own while still not taking away the from the main attraction - the enchatress in the center. I also like the how use of colour was applied to this piece as the yellow is used all throughout each character but mainly focused on the lady in the middle, since all eyes would be on her at a first glance. She could also be seen to be as a shapeshifter or type of morphing charctarer that could morph into animals and other beings to change her apperance and lure potential prey into their doom or death in the end. The yellow tribal marks that seem to be littered all over her body seem to make her look possessed and dissorientated wihle still composed and in control of the situation itself. The animals themselves, the cat, rabbit, goat and ram, could be used in this piece to create false senses of security since both a cat and rabbit are seen as ‘cute’ house pets that are innocent, kind and carefree in many/ most environments.

After doing reserch on this piece, I come to understand that ‘Puca’ is commonly known in irish folklore as a very neutral that, if wanted, could hinder or help and could even alter communities this including spiritual and marine like communities. Once researched it was well understood that this ‘Puca’ creature is most commonly interpretted in as monkey- hare hybrid like charcaters. This is intresting as this piece by McKinley was intrepretted as a female figure with many creature- like appearences

This is the fourth piece in the PUCA Festival collection and it has been dubbed ‘Red Men’, once again I decided to decipher this by my self and try to guess the narrative. What I could understand from this picture is a character who is guarding a safe area or a tunnel to more dangerous space. The charcater shown, resembles an antagonist or a minion of the antagonist, I think this because of the lack of being able to see his face and only being only to see their eyes coloured only with bright colours like white and yellow making them pop out more. Also, being accompanied with a larger flame placed infront of the face and the heavy use of line width and texture that runs throughout, making it seem alot darker, deeper and spookier. Even though the yellow used is still very present, adding a sort of light souce from the large flame, but due to the majoity use of the black, the yellow seems to be muddied out and dulled out making the overall artwork darker and mysterious.

Once researched, it was originally hard to find any thinformationn on it snce the term ‘red men’ is so vauge, but after some precise searching, it came up as ‘far darrig’/ ‘fear dearg’ - translating to ‘red man’, apparently they are known to be classified as soliditary fairies of the same type like leprechauns. This doesn’t link to any of my own narrative since it’s seeming possitive but my narrative isn’t and instead is more negative implying that he is a guard of death/ death related character.

This is the final piece in the PUCA Festival collection, it has been named ‘Boann’ once again, for the last time, I decided to create my own narrative before doing the research. The character displayed looks to be like a mother nature like character, showing love and a caring compassionate character aswell as an all seeing persona. This is hevaily implied with the bright yellow flowers that are littered at the forgroud of the artwork accompanied with the fish heads that she is holding and the rams head and horns that are placed on her head. By having the rams head’s horns being curved and non angular, it makes the the charcater seem more softer and kinder to the viewer. The halo like background behind the character’s head makes them seem holy, beloved and omnipotnent beyond compare thus attracting the viewers eyes towwards the head of the charcater, bring the viewer to the eyes of a bright yellow eyed character primarily in a monochramatic colour scheme making the artwokr more appealing for the eyes and kinder in comparison with the other pieces featured in this collection. The scales on this goddess like persona put her on a more celestial plane since she can no longer be connected to huaman culture due to her dractic appearance, background and now skin in general.

Once researched, I came to understand that ‘Boann’ was known to be a celtic goddess mythology, she is known to be a goddess of inspiration, poetry, fertility, knowledge and creativity. This is portrayed in this artwork with how the colours are used how she is placed in the artwork as a whole and the use of negative space to make look clean and pure.

In the end I came to reaslise that this whole collection was a commissioned piece by Guy McKinley for an Irish festival that slightly relates to the halloween period, relating to the spooks and scares that come with it.

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everydreamrecorded · 7 years ago

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what are all of the mods you have for skyrim?

hey there, i love you anon, legit i love you. or i anyway love this question. here is my current mod list. because i’m a shithead who likes talking/typing, i’ll put the list below and explain each one. if this isn’t what you were looking for, i’m sorry

Skyrim.esm=1 = main game obvUpdate.esm=1 = some kinda update for main gameDawnguard.esm=1 = vampire dlcHearthFires.esm=1 = build house dlc (my fav honestly)Dragonborn.esm=1 = miraak dlcUnofficial Skyrim Legendary Edition Patch.esp=1 = fix shit modSkyrim Supplemental Patch.esp=1 = fix other shit mod, newerLanterns Of Skyrim - All In One - Main.esm=1 = i don’t like darknotice board.esp=1 = extra misc quests modApachii_DivineEleganceStore.esm=1 = haven’t tried this, clothing modTravellersOfSkyrim.esm=1 = travelling merchants!!!!!!!! i loveUnlimitedBookshelves.esp=1 = tbh haven’t tried but i like the idea soETaC - RESOURCES.esm=1 = expanded towns and cities ie for me, lotsa ingredientsHighResTexturePack01.esp=1 = tesxtures from bethHighResTexturePack02.esp=1 = more textures from bethHighResTexturePack03.esp=1 = even more textures from bethAH Hotkeys.esp=1 = hotkeys for…….s omething idkEnhancedLightsandFX.esp=1 = lighting goodWeapons & Armor Fixes_Remade.esp=1 = fixes shitETaC - Complete.esp=1 = etac……. seee above plus i mean, not just ingrediens but just like.. added interest in townsClothing & Clutter Fixes.esp=1 = more fixes. whys a game like this need fixes, fuck allSummermyst - Enchantments of Skyrim.esp=1 = enchanting is fun, for money making because i’m a greedy, leveling loving bitcgWeapons & Armor_TrueWeaponsLvlLists.esp=1 = idkaMidianBorn_ContentAddon.esp=1 = amidian goodComplete Crafting Overhaul_Remade.esp=1 = more mining wiht less hittinbg, if you get what i mean. it’s got other stuff, lots of other stuff honestly but i don’t even look at it. idk i’m kinda fucking dumb soRealisticWaterTwo.esp=1 = pretty waterJKs Skyrim Major Cities.esp=1 = again more interesting cities, ie loooooooooots of ingredietns and looting i like items nad shitImmersive Orc Strongholds.esp=1 = sameAlternate Start - Live Another Life.esp=1 = who does the intro nowaydadsImmersive Whiterun.esp=1 = hImmersive Solstheim.esp=1 = idk sometimes with somenting else, above mod also i assumeETaC - Complete LoS Patch.esp=1 = to connect lanterns of skyrim and etacBFT Ships and Carriages.esp=1 = better fast travel, for those who are lazy fuckers but don’t want to just like cheat with console all the time. so take a carriage, pay 25 gold or whatever, feel better about your game choices. idkSMIM-Merged-All.esp=1 = smim, for those who ejnoy realistic ropes and shit. i doRealisticWaterTwo - Legendary.esp=1 = water againInigo.esp=1 = that purple cat, he’s a good guyRun For Your Lives.esp=1 = idk if this works, i seem to alway shave people die. but maybe i ‘ve got a conflict. i always put it on anyway hahfallentreebridges.esp=1 = fallen trees, pretty cool. puts… fallen trees around. idk how else to say this but i like this modOH GOD BEES.esp=1 = bees, apiaries, idkSFO - Dragonborn.esp=1 = flora overhaul part dragonbornETaC - Complete ELFX Patch.esp=1 = etac + elfxETaC - Dragon Bridge South.esp=1 = fffffffmihailmmaminotaur.esp=1 = minotaurs from mihail. this modder makes fome fucking cool monster/creature mnods. i use minotaurs and land dreughs. so far, i ama unable to fight either they look fucking cool. io’m probably just fuckn dubmSkyrim Flora Overhaul.esp=1 = frlowers, plants and shit, you knowVerdant - A Skyrim Grass Plugin.esp=1 = grass. aint never been able to play with a grass mod until i go t my new pc, now i’ve got grass everywhereAlternate Start – New Beginnings.esp=1 = yeah who does the cart to be executed anymroe ehApachii_DivineEleganceStore_Patch.esp=1 = io still don’t know, still haven’t tried. clothes modmihailcliffracer.esp=1 = fuckng…….. cliff racers. i like them okay. i aven’t seen them in game (in skyrimn ri mean, ih avce seen thiem i nmorrowind aright)ETaC - Complete BFT Patch.esp=1 = patchmihaillanddreugh.esp=1 = those land dreughmihailhungerandvermai.esp=1 = fucking hungers. for more morrowind feels or whateverETaC - Complete AS-LAL Patch.esp=1 = patchFishingInSkyrim.esp=1 = fishing in skyrim!!!!!! motherfuck thsi is one of my favorites so i;’m putting it in blold text to get yalls attention. idk if it’ sufcked up or not, i havne’ looked atht emag in amillion years but i love it seriously, get it if you like alchemy but also look at the page first cause idk about bugsLanterns Of Skyrim - AIO - Dawnguard.esp=1 = lightsImmersive Whiterun - Verdant Patch.esp=1 = idkApocalypse - The Spell Package.esp=1 = spells, i use like…… two of them. i’m stupidApocalypse - Waterstride Spell Addon.esp=1 = see aboveBabette.esp=1 = i dn’t knowBattlemage Armour.esp=1 = armor i don’t use, again stupidBearMcrabWispArmor.esp=1 = m100 or seomtihg, good mod maker who makes weird shit. bear armor looks fuckin weird, gotta take some screenshots bhuhChesko_WearableLantern.esp=1 = have i mentioned tha ti like seeing, i like litghtDesyncBirdsOfPrey.esp=1 = idkEpisodeParallax.esp=1 = parallax even though it messes with me sometimesEyesFix.esp=1 = for the fucking eye issue that i’ve had several timesLeazersOpenLock2_0.esp=1 = for mages who want lootFeather Spells.esp=1 = for MAGES WHO WANT LOOT, I LOVE ITEMS AND become overencumbered eaislyGeneral Goods Fences.esp=1 = selll stolen shit when you are not a thiefHarvestOverhaul.esp=1 = ingredients, fo r the greedy alchemistHarvestOverhaulCreatures.esp=1 = sameHighHrothgarWindowGlow.esp=1 = idkInigoMCM.esp=1 = inigo + mcmKS Hairdo’s.esp=1 = hairdoooooosLindsWoodlandAlchemist.esp=1 = an armorLovelyHairstylesCE.esp=1 = hairsLucrezia_Navarre_Robe.esp=1 = my currrent outfit ( i have some other stufff paried with it but my character is wearing most of it right now), looks super coolNUHairstyles.esp=1 = hairs. i have too many hair mods for someone who dones’t look at their charact4e muchNatural Lighting and Atmospherics.esp=1 = lighting and shit idkRaceMenu.esp=1 = you knwRaceMenuOverlays.esp=1 = yeaRaceMenuPlugin.esp=1 = hRainbows.esp=1 = weat4her mod, never seen one in gmnae but you know, good idea, goo dshitReal Roads.esp=1 - roads, 3d or somethingSC_hairs.esp=1 = hairsSHOT.esp=1 = for screenshots, screenshot hot keys. fav modSkyUI.esp=1 = i buet you kow what this isSkyrim HD Tribute - Roads.esp=1 = i don’t know honestlySnowBall.esp=1 = idk??SolitudeExterior.esp=1 = ??The Eyes Of Beauty - Elves Edition.esp=1 = nic elooking eyeballsWestWindMisfit.esp=1 = a good mage outfitTheEyesOfBeauty.esp=1 = eyse againThievesGuildTrapDoor.esp=1= so if i do thief shit i don’t have to fast travel in an annoying wayTransmuteSpells.esp=1 = spells, idkTravellersOfSkyrim - Vanilla.esp=1 = gain, traveling merchantsUNP Leggings.esp=1 = legginsg, clothig modVividian - Extended Groundfogs.esp=1 = iodk??????When Vampires Attack.esp=1 = vampires don’t kill ya npcsWhiterunExterior.esp=1 =etac related i thinkajd_domhearthfirestewards.esp=1 = extra stewards for hearthfire homesfemale mannequins in homes.esp=1 = no dude mannequinsfemale mannequins.esp=1 = “″nomorestupiddog.esp=1 = dogs goodLostGrimoire.esp=1 = spellsVioLens.esp=1 = no fucking kill camRGMsVanityMirror.esp=1 = mirror to change appearnace. v important whe n you give almost no shits what your character looks like. once again, i’;m dumbBewitching Clothes.esp=1 = witchy oufit, my character wears the shoes and hatBashed Patch, 0.esp=0 = i don’t even have mine activated because my game won’t load with it activated, idk why adn i can’t be assed to figure it outDynDOLOD.esp=1 = lod modMurphy.esp=1 = good dogMurphy - Dawnguard and Dragonborn Patch.esp=1 = good dog +dlc

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sass-cass-writes · 7 years ago

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Floating Downtown - Part 2

Title: The Hunters Club

Author: @sass-cass-writes / @sassy-castiels-angel

Description: Sammy its time to face your coulrophobia with Pennywise! With a string of disappearances occurring in Maine, the Winchester Brothers and the reader, a vivid Stephen King fan, try to stop the monster that snatches children and kills them every 27 years. But what will happen when the circus comes to town?

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Beverly Marsh, Demons

A/N: Reader is speech impaired after being tortured by Abaddon’s right hand man and having her vocal cords destroyed. Ive never written mute characters, so this is a first. If anyone has feedback, please give some!

Warnings: brief PTSD of torture, gorey description, angst(?) clowns

tagging: @totallyluckycoffee / @dixonlover1605 , @wonderavian

READ PART ONE HERE, GIFS ARE NOT MINE

You felt the metal on your neck, its chilling tip dripping with death as it dug into your neck. The demon’s eyes were dark and bottomless. You tried to whimper, but how could you? You were scared. The tip of the scalpel dug into your skin cutting through the five thick layers of you neck as his hand expertly dragged down the metal tool as if completing an operation. You screamed, your muscles tensed and pulled making the pain even worse. Thrashing and writhing, your eyes strained at the immense and excruciating pain you felt. They slowly cut your throat, blooding flowing heavily onto the bed and into your lungs as you started to choke on your blood. While taking this opportunity, the demons placed the scalpel under the muscles and flesh that produces your sweet and comforting voice according to Bobby. He started to pull upwards. The scalpel sliced through each stretch of muscle. You tried to screamed but you couldn’t. One muscle, two muscle. The demon smirked evilly. Even worse, the demons were Sam and Dean. SNAP! The final cord and muscle broke as you laid there thrashing weakly.

“Oh sweetheart,” The fake “Dean” said as he stroke your hair gently. You shake as you try to move away. “It hurts us that you’re being put through so much pain.” He smiles cockily exactly like him. “But you have to understand that this is the only way to protect us,” motioning to him and fake “Sam”, “and you care about us, right?” You stay quiet. As much as you want to swear at them, curse and scare them saying the Winchesters, the real, HUMAN ones would skin them alive, you couldn’t. He smirks and mockingly places his hand behind his ear and leans in. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He reaches over and caresses your cheek as you bleed out. This wasn’t the end, they’d bring you back, harass you, get their cursed hands all over your body, cut you up until you die from shock, pain or blood loss. This cycle was repeated daily for the past week. It was even worse seeing that they were also messing with your mind, making you believe Sam and Dean were hurting you. Every bad word they said stung worse than the physical pain. You, surprisingly of all people, started to pray to Castiel. Every night you’d plead him to rescue you and the realisation dawned on you that he wasn’t an angel but a human now. So what could he do? You cried wanting to go home to the confines of the bunker. At least there, demons and monsters were warded off against.

“Y/N?” The question snapped you out of your recollection. You jumped up to see rain drops hit violently against the windshield and slide fast alongside the windows. Lighting struck somewhere in the distance. 1…2…3…4…5- lightning struck again. You sit up and groan, rubbing your head Sam’s jacket draped over you. “You okay?” Sam asked as he drove. The road was pitch black, Baby’s lights illuminating whatever in her path. The radio was on as it played your favourite mix tape. You all had one, you remember Dean making your very own. It was a mix of classic rock, new age and a bit of Australian songs. Dean and Sam had gotten used to your mixtape, even Dean’s favourite collection of Metallica wasn’t favoured as much. Chris Rea’s “Let’s Dance” had just finished with its brass instruments in an upbeat tune and guitar strums played in sync. Prince’s “” started to play, and it was one of your favoruites.

“Dearly beloved,

"We are gathered here today,

"To get through this thing called loved.”

Sam looks at you and smiles a little as you drive in the rain. You nodded in response to his earlier question. He nods and drives tapping the wheel as the techno pop sounds of ‘Prince and the Revolution’ filled the impala. “We’re about forty-five minutes out from Chicago, wanna pop into a motel for the night? OR would our princess prefer a five-star hotel?” He laughs a little as you punch his arm from the pet name and joke. You signed an answer.

“Motel, jackass.” You smile a little. Sam’s phone rang and sure enough it was Dean.

“Get this kiddo’s!"Dean reported into the phone. "I found Abaddon, figure I can take her out."You and Sam looked at each other and sighed.

"Dean,” Sam started. “Wait for us to finish this case and then WE can go kill Abandon.”

“Sorry Sammy, I gotta do this, the Mark’s getting worse.” Your face fell at this. You were there when Dean and Cain exchanged the mark, how it glowed bright red as it formed the cursed seven. Dean reassured you that everything was going to be okay. Last words you ever heard before you got kidnapped. You and Sam sighed, and so did dean after a while. “I’ll wait, just in case something happens.” You and Sam smile a little. “So where are you guys now? Princes staying in a hotel?” Sam laughs as you flip Dean off and sign to the phone multiple curses. Dean knows what he did, and he laughs a little.

“We’re coming up to a motel now.” Sam said, wheezing from a little laugh.

“Why stay in a motel when your riding in one of the best home on wheels ever? Besides you’re forty five minutes out, don’t waste it.” Dean says, almost offended that any grimy motel was better than the 67 Impala.

“Its 10:43 at night Dean.”

You give a deadpan look a look over at the back seat. And your thoughts were proven right. You signed to Sam your response.

“There’s stains on the apolstry from Dean’s "extracurricular” activities back there!“ Sam snorted a little and laughed. Even though he wasn’t there, you could feel Dean frowning in response to Sam’s giggles.

"Did you just offend my baby, (Y/N)?” Dean almost growled, Sam wheezed and forced his giggles to a halt, you smirking in pride.

“(Y/N) said, from what I understand, that she’d rather spend a night in a grimy motel than a backseat with your cum stains on it. She doesn’t wanna get the clap from you.” Sam said bursting into a tiny giggle as the line went quiet and you couldn’t help but smile widely. He hangs up as Sam steered the car into a motel lot and got out to book a room. Whilst he did so, you grabbed the bags and ran inside out of the torrential rain.

-•••-

The next day, you and Sam headed to the office warehouse of Beverly Marsh. Pulling up to the curb in the impala, you stepped out in your FBI suits and walked in grabbing a file and notepad. Walking in, the creek of metal glistened as machines whirred and fabrics torn.

You screamed as they brought the hammer down on your delicate fingers, the force of the steel alloy on the wooden pole impacting with the thin layer of skin and brittle bone. They repeated the motion, until your nerves and bones were broken into nothing but clumps. You screamed and cried as the cold air pierced the open wounds.

“(Y/N)?” Sam asked, grabbing you out of your daze, as your hand felt numb. You looked at him and walked towards the main office a few floors up. The whirring of the elevator above you made you think about the drill.

It spun and whirred quickly as they brought it closer and closer to your face, a scare tactic. You leaned away from it to avoid its impact, until it’s breeze caressed your cheek. The fake “Sam” held you head firmly in place as “Dean” pressed the drill against your cheek. Your skin tore and twisted until in broke from the extreme force as blood splattered and flesh twisted and flew as “Dean"pushed the drill into your skin. The major nerves in your cheek had got caught in the twisting of the metal extension as they tightened and stretched until they snapped making you scream and bite your tongue. Your nails dug into the wooden chair as your gripped it tightly as eyes wide as you whimper. "Sam” held your jaw tightly so you couldn’t cry out. God let this be the end!

“(Y/N)!” Sam gripped your shoulders, gently but concerned as he jolted you awake to the reality. He was kneeled down in front of you as you were cowered in the corner, arms over your face. “Hey, its okay.” You leaned into him as he helped you up and held you. “I got you (Y/N), thats all behind us now.” You nodded as he kisses your forehead and stroked your hair. You looked at him. He didn’t deserve you, he’s too good for you, all you deserved was a translating machine. Not this fucking 6'4" sunshine ray of comfort and sass whom you’re in love with. He tilted your head up and wiped your tears away with the gentlest touch as he gives a small reassuring smile. The elevator comes to a halt as you step back and straighten your dress as Sam does the same. You hear arguing from the office and you instantly raise an eyebrow. A man in a black suit was arguing with a woman wiht fuzzy brown hair, that must be Beverly Marsh. You and Sam walk closer as you knock on the door.

“Who the hell are you?” The man almost yelled.

“Tom, dont talk people like that!” Beverly chastised as he stared at her. You and Sam pulled out your badges and showed them to the couple, Tom’s face falling into one of hidden panic.

“I’m Agent Farris, this is my partner Agent Hutchence. We’d like to talk to Miss Marsh.” Sam said as you both put away your badges.

“We’re about to close a deal with Japanese investors, it can wait.” Tom scowled as he gripped Beverly’s arm and proceeded to the door. You were quick to grab the man’s arm and stop him. “Don’t touch me Agent, I can call you for assault.” He sneered as you stared at him. Sam growled at the man. Nobody ever talked to you like that and walked scot free.

“Five minutes.” Sam growled as he walked to Miss Marsh, Tom reluctantly letting go and walking off pissed. Once he was far away, Sam muttered; “Asshole.” He sat Beverly down as she looked down embarrassed and scared. You gripped her hand reassuringly and smiled. She smiles back as Sam begins the questioning.

“Miss Marsh-”

“Call me Bev.” She requested.

“Bev,” Sam paused. “We came to you because we want to ask you about a string of murders happening in your hometown of Derry.” At that instant, colour drained from her face and swallowed as if a fish swam through her throat. Sam noticing this, softened his face. “I’m sorry-”

“No it’s alright,” Bev reassured. “I just- Derry was a bad moment in my life. I’m sure you’ve heard of psychiatric reports.” She laughs little awkwardly.“

"We know ma'am. But we also know there was an incident with six friends of yours back in the summer of 88’. And people have claimed to have seen a clown.” As if at the word clown, Beverly’s face fell and became scared.

“A c-clown?”

“Yes,” Sam says leaning in. “Bev, just tell us the truth, because we’re going to end it.” She nods and sighs. She began to tell her situation as of 11 years old and how she befriended six male friends. And how he had haunted them. How they defeated him. It sounded so familiar.

“We had went to "It’s” hiding place in the sewers, and we had lost track of Stan along the way. We were scared.“ Beverly said as she fiddled with her fingers, scared of retelling the story.

"Beverly, you said defeated him.” Sam asked as you saw Tom striding towards the office angrier.

“Shit”

“Yes, we had found out tha-”

“I can’t hold off the Japanese Investors time anymore Beverly!” Tom roared, as he looked to Sam. “It’s been well over five minutes Agents.” He strides to Beverly but you once again grab his arm and stand up, giving him a stern look. “Get. Off. Me.” He sneered, the strong stench of alcohol in his breath.

“How about you show her some respect you son of a bitch.” Sam defended as he walked over. “She’s done more good than you ever had. And although she’s mute and lost her voice, she didn’t loose the respect and pride she has.” He stands in front of you and stares at Tom.

“I should go.” Beverly says as she stands, “We’ve been waiting for this deal for a while. If you have any other questions, please ask.” You nod and tap your chin lowering your hand as you sign “Thank You.” Beverly smiles. “So thats why you didn’t talk, I thought you were shy.” She smiles as she walks out Tom following.

“What a dick.” Sam growled as he turned to you. “You okay?” You roll your eyes and nod closing your notepad full of notes.

“You shouldn’t have aggravated him Sam. As much as he deserves it, he’s not worth it at the same time.” You sign as you look up at him.

“He shouldn’t have talk to you like that (Y/N), you don’t deserve it.”

“Sam…”

“Don’t Sam me, (Y/N). Sam pleads almost. "Men have to respect you, not throw you around like nothing. You’re smart and beautiful, caring and selfless as well as bloody amazing.” Your face softens at his description of you. It’s almost like he’s saying he- NO, he doesn’t. Before you could respond, he walks- no, storms out and to the elevator. You sigh and follow, seeing Tom down the hall gripping Beverly’s arm tightly to bruise her. That would explain the bruises on her legs and cheeks through the make up.

Sam waited for you in the elevator as you walked in. It wasn’t long till you were driving back to the motel.

#supernatural #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural smut #sam winchester #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x reader #dean winchetser #it #pennywise the dancing clown #supernatural/it crossover #clowns #floating downtown

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queen-of-seventeen · 8 years ago

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It all keeps crumbling - Feysand (Modern Time AU)

https://queen-of-seventeen.tumblr.com/post/165690940568/it-all-keeps-crumbling-feysand-modern-au

Inspired by this post by likehemmins but the acc is unavailable. *fuck this*

It all keeps crumbling - Feysand fluff (Modern time AU)

chapter one - Date night

After all the time of not talking Feyre had hoped Tamlin would show up. He promised. Then again he had promised to come to her house a couple of times a week. He hadn’t done that either. He had broken so many promises over the last few weeks and made so many new ones. He wasn’t willing to let her go out even if it was with him and he wasn’t there.

She did not remember how long ago she had walked into the restaurant, she did remember the drop of her heart when he handn’t been there already. Tamlin must be busy with his job. He was the big lord. Maybe one of his meetings had taken longer than expected, That was possible right?

She sighed and leaned her head on her hand. This was the first time Tamlin was making time to go out with her since the accident. He was so set on making everything safe for her that he hadn’t realised how choked she was beginning to feel. The appartment he had bought for her had to many locks on the windows and doors. She felt locked in a space that should be safe. Nowhere was safe, not as long as she was with Tamlin but with all the protection her mob lord had put in place she was surprised that he didn’t show up in the restaurant. Although it must be safe, she noticed one of his minions sitting a couple of tables away although he was eating. Why wasn’t Lucien just coming to sit with her, or was that another one of Tamlins rules, don’t engage with Feyre when he isn’t there. Her life was flowing away from her like a river.

Ever since that kidnapping three months ago she hadn’t felt safe even though Tamlin did everything in his power to keep her safe. He gave her another minion every day to keep her safe but never company. She was lonely in that appartment. Pretty to see but not a home, not to her. Letting Feyre pick the restaurant was the first sign that he trusted her. It would have been if he didn’t also order her to pick a restaurant he owned. He owned a lot of them. This was all for her own safety, she had to remind herself. But it could also be considered safety to tell her who actually got her out of that building. She knew that Tamlin knew who got her out. She knew Tamlin wasn’t it. He couldn’t show up with all that police, he couldn’t risk being caught. She didn’t want him to be caught. She just wanted to see that he cared about her. Words weren’t enough anymore. Words had got her into that restaurant, alone. When did they last have a real conversation?

The waitress looked over what seemed to be the hundreds time tonight. A sad look in her eyes. A couple more minutes, Feyre promised herself. Only a couple more minutes than I’ll get the check and leave. She grabbed her phone. He was fortyfive minutes late. She sighed again and downed her glass of wine. That was it. She was leaving and she’d talk to Tamlin tomorrow no matter what. If he wouldn’t answer the phone she’d go and search for him. She knew where his office was.

The door opened and closed, the soft bell chiming. A handsome man had walked in. The most handsome man she had ever seen. His violet eyes looked around the room until they found hers. That’s not Tamlin what does he want? A lazy smile creeped up the guys face before he loudly exclaimed: “Hello, Darling. Sorry I’m late. Traffic is crazy right now.” He sat down in the chair in front of her. Quitly he added “I’m Rhysand. Just go with it, okay? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a tool? Who would waste such a beautiful girl and such a beautiful dress.” A small smile krept her way onto Feyre’s face. She looked around and crossed eyes with Lucien. He shook his head and grabbed his own phone. Later hers buzzed. The message on screen read a simple message: Tamlin hates this man. Send him away before we get a brawl and or Tamling fires/kills me. Feyre scoffed and didn’t bother answering it before she put it in her purse. She wasn’t going to waste a beautiful dress, like the man before her, Rhysand, had said. This dress was expensive and if that man wanted to have dinner with her she would. The violet eyes where familiar but not familiar enough. She would remember if she saw a man like Rhysand on the street, not?

“I’m Feyre,” she quietly said. “I hope you like white wine, I ordered a bottle at the beginning of the evening.” Rhysand nodded and waved the waitress over.

“How long ago was the beginning of your evening, Feyre?” She blushed as the waitress reached the table. She took a long time looking Rhysand over, not even looking at Feyre, but Rhysand wasn’t looking at the waitress, he was focused on the young woman in front of him. “You’ve already read the menu. I’ll just have what you’re having.”

Feyre ordered for both of them before looking the man over once more. “Why are you doing this?” She asks. Rhysand looks taken aback before regaining his posture.

“I saw you sitting on your own when I walked towards the store next door, you’re still sitting here now. If I could I’d punch the guy. If only cheff didn’t restrain-” He stopped mid sentence when the waitress came back. He thanked her before looking down at his food. “Good choice,” he said.

“Do you need anything?” The waitress asked. Rhysand looked up for a second to witness the straining buttons on her blouse and the battering eyelashes than his gaze shifted to Feyre.

“No, thank you. Would you like anything, darling?” She shook her head and watched as Rhysand waved a hand to send the waitress on her way.

“What is your job?” Feyre asked raising an eyebrow. She took a bite of her chicken but her eyes didn’t stray from the muscular man.

“I don’t know if you want to know.”

“If you had finished your sentence I wouldn’t have to ask.” Rhysand shrugged and took a swig of his wine. “Please, it’s important to me to know what you do.” It’s important to know if Tamlin would kill you for sitting at this table but since you seem to know him…

“You’re Tamlins girlfriend, right?” Rhysand asked. Feyre nodded. She should break up with him but she didn’t know what the consequences would be. If she would be killed for it or if he would let her go at all.

“Lets see for how long he still wants me,” she murmured. “If I could though.”

Rhysand smiled and than frowned. “It would be dangerous to quit.”

“I know.” She looked him right in the eyes. “I’ve been through worse.”

“I know.”

“But how do you know, Rhysand?” She sat straighter up. How does he know all of that? He doesn’t looks like a mob lord. He didn’t even seem dangerous. How does he know all that about her.

“I know that you’ve lost even more weight since I’ve last seen you. Don’t understand me wrong, you still look beautiful but you’re getting too thin.” Feyre shook her head. He wasn’t telling her. Why would she stay with him. She was going to raise her hand for the check when he spoke up again.

“I’m sorry for the other girls in that building but I’m glad that I at least got to save you. You deserve to live and you deserve better than that tool. You deserve all the riches he promised you but never gave.” She gulped and look down at the table cloth. Her blue eyes refused to meet his till he raised her head with a finger under her chin. He squeezed her fidgeting hands with one of his callused once. “You deserve this, Feyre and if you want to get out I’ll make sure you’re safe.” She pulled his finger away and looked at her food again, stoicly eating.

“Thank you, Rhysand but I love him. I’m staying.” For her sisters and for herself. As long as she stayed with Tamlin they would be taken care off. Another deep breath and she saw Rhysand was also eating again. “You can be my company tonight, but tomorrow I’ll be his again.”

“You are nobody’s property, Feyre. You are your own person with your own choices.” She snickered.

“Do you have siblings. He doesn’t only takes care of me. He takes care of all of us. I’m grateful to Tamlin.”

“It sounds like your in debt.” She glared at him and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

“If you can only insult my lifes choices you can always leave.” Feyre ignored the fluttering in her heart. She ignored the blood rushing near her ears. She loved Tamlin but this was living. “Or you can stay and live the night with me, if that’s okay wiht you.”

“Do you ever feel alive, darling?” He took her casting her eyes down as a no. “I’ll make you feel alive. I’ll keep you safe tonight. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” They smiled and the conversation shifted. To hobbies, none for Feyre since she was kidnapped and family, Rhysand had lost his whole family. They talked about everything that came tonight and not once did either Tamlin or Rhysand’s job come up again. At the end Feyre felt her heart beating faster in her chest and if she hadn’t loved Tamlin she was sure she’d kiss the violet eyes man. She wanted to see him again after that night. Needed to see him again.

After a small discussion Rhysand paid for their meals, helped her into her coat and led her outside, all the way to her appartment.

He stood half a foot away. “Be sage, Feyre and if things with Tamlin go awry you can always come to me. I’ll help you.” Feyre smiled and looked into his violet eyes. His hair as dark as the night shining in the moonlight.

“That would be great, Rhys. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She opened the door but stopped at the threshold. “Why did you say that you saved me, that night?”

“I’m the cop that pulled you out of there. I held you in my arms till the ambulance came. I fought for you to live, don’t let that be in vain. Don’t let that tirant pull you down. Tamlin threatened to kill me if I ever touched you again. At least that was on the note attached to my coat. Let him try. As long as you’re safe.” Tears shone in light blue eyes as she stepped out of her home, placed a soft lingering kiss on his cheek and whispered in her ear,

“Thank you.” She stepped back into her home and repeated it. “Thank you, Rhys. I’ll call you tomorrow or you can come by at seven for dinner.”

“I’d love too.” He watched as she closed the door. “Sleep well,” he spoke softly. He sighed, smiled and walked to his own place. He would give her time to heal, time to make up her mind. Time to find out what Tamlin really was to her.

Part 2

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