#i get being afraid of him especially if you have a history of getting burned by situations like toshiro

[mayasaura]

I'm seeing a lot of people afraid that Kabru is going to make fun of Laios, bully Laios, or turn around to mock Laios behind his back, and that's understandable. Especially since he did lie to Laios by pretending to like his omlette right after the Toshiro nightmare scenario of pent-up resentment.

But guys. Kabru hasn't actually done any of that yet. The bullying or mocking? It isn't there. Kabru has done some wild stuff. He contemplated killing Laios to get out of an awkward social situation. He thinks Laios' interest in monsters might make him dangerous in the future. But at the point we're at in the anime, he has never once secretly mocked Laios, undermined Laios to someone else, or thought of Laios as a person he can't respect. If that's how Kabru is secretly thinking about Laios, he hasn't shown his hand yet.

It does seem like that's where he might be going, with his fake ass bitch encouragement about eating monsters and inscrutable motivations. I totally get feeling anxious or defensive about the potential, but if you let that anxiety fill in the gaps of what we don't yet know about Kabru's feelings and intentions, you might end up missing a lot.

Or you might be right, and I just want people to wait until he actually does the thing to condemn him for it. I'm not gonna tell you where this is going.*

*Unless you're anxious enough about it to want me to, in which case my dms are open.

[cannibalizedlove]

My bestiest bestie recommended you and I have a BIG idea. I've always thought about a fic where y/n (any gender) moved into this creepy-ish home. After awhile of being there, there had been strange movements and noises and etc. Often the ghost of the house (timothee chalamet) visits only when they're asleep to either caress their hair or cheek because timothee is afraid to show himself to them; especially from fear of scaring them. He is a very beautiful ghost too. When the reader falls in love with timothee, they can only feel him. The reader is the only person that can physically touch him because of how strong their love is. (I might be a bit cheesy).

and the best part of this story is that when the reader dies in the future — the two lovers can and will always be happily together.

A very fluffy and sweet story! With some slight angst.

This is such a cute idea!! I love a little angst-y, cheesy story so I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. Love your and your besties blog as well!!

Hauntingly Yours.

Information and warnings — Gender neutral reader, gender never specified, Ghost Timothée, old hollywood Timothée, slow burn, very, very long fic.., reader death, Timothée doesn’t know what technology is, hurt/comfort, lover boy Timmy, fluffy angst.

You had recently moved into your new house, an old, southern gothic home from the early ‘20s.

When your friends helped you move, they joked that it was haunted. The rickety house was a bit beat down, chipped paint, leaky faucets and creaky floors galore, but it had good bone structure and charm that you couldn’t pass up.

You enjoyed the aesthetic of the house, and knew the more deserted area it was in would have a positive effect on your writing.

You had been in a slump, your book was 30 pages behind the deadline and your editor was livid. You believed if you were to move away from the loud city, the bustling streets and lit up buildings you could connect with the words and let them flow onto the pages.

It was about a week into settling in, and you were starting to believe your friends. In the dead of the night the floors would creek, and sinks would turn on randomly. When you would write, you felt a cold air touch your neck, and an almost humming sound would whisper in your ears.

You had finally had enough a few nights ago. You were about to lay down for a late sleep, when a loud crash came from the kitchen. You ran quickly to the room, finding a mug your mother had gifted you from your last apartment completely shattered on the floor.

After sweeping up the remaining pieces, you grabbed your laptop, getting to the bottom of this.

You began researching the area and house, and your jaw hung open as you found out the history of your home.

In the late 1930’s, a beautiful star was on the rise. Timothée Chalamet was an actor like no other, he was gorgeous, talented, and had incredible range.

He lived in a gorgeous home, it was in the southern part of the state, off the grid and away from the busy city he desperately needed to get out from.

It seemed as everyone loved him, except the man who took his life.

One night, as Timothée was alone in bedroom, he was shot dead. The shooter was later identified as his costar in his upcoming film.

As you read on, you became increasingly aware that you lived in an old hollywoods stars death bed.

What you weren’t aware of was he knew you lived here too.

Timothée had been alone for all these years, he had felt so alone. He would roam the hallways pacing back and forth for hours before returning back to the bed in which he had died in.

Until you came along.

You were beautiful, and so talented. He loved just standing in the doorway and watching your fingers tap on your weird bright box late at night, he didn’t quite know what it was but he enjoyed reading the words that popped up on it.

Timothée was terrified of letting you see him, so he’d only come into the room late at night, while you were sleeping. He’d softly caress your cheek or pet your hair, watching as your chest moved up and down in your slumber.

You couldn’t sleep, you were too horrified by the idea of sleeping in a deadman’s house, but mostly you were pissed that your real estate agent hadn’t told you about the haunted backstory.

As the late hour rolled around, Timothée had walked into your room, shocked to see you awake. He tipped toed around you too see what was on your light box, as he saw his passing plastered all over it.

His phantom heart sank. Timothée never wanted you to find out about him, he knew you’d be scared and leave him alone once again.

You felt the energy shift, a shiver ran down your spine and you decided enough was enough. You grabbed your phone and began to dial the number of your real estate agent, trying to find out how badly your pockets would be broke if you canceled your contract early.

That was until your phone was flung out of your hands, cracking the screen a bit.

“Hello?! Who’s there!?” You called out with wide eyes, trying to pretend you weren’t terrified in your own home.

A soft whisper rang through your ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You knew you weren’t alone.

You ripped a piece of paper off and drew a “yes, no” sign with two pens on top of eachother like the game you learned back in elementary school. This was the only way you knew how to talk to the other side. You sat on the dreaded bed, putting the paper in the middle of the mattress.

A weight shifted on the end of the bed, you knew this was Timothée, he was sitting with you.

“Is there someone here with me?” You asked out, hugging yourself for a sense of security.

Timothée picked up the pen and put it on the “Yes” part of the sign, watching you with tears in his eyes as he watched the utter sense of horror fill you. He was scaring you, something he wanted less than anything in the world.

“Are you the actor who died here back in the ‘30s?” You muttered out, watching as the pen once again went to the “Yes.”

“Are you able to speak to me?” Another question, Timothée swallowed thickly as he began to speak, believing you wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry to scare you mon amour..” A voice softly whispered out.

You jumped, falling off the bed and panting profusely. Timothée was equally shocked, his voice had never been heard before, and was utterly confused by your abilities.

“I can hear you.. I’m going fucking insane. I’m actually insane, oh my God.” You tugged on your skin, pulled on your hair and looked around like a madman, truly believing you were either asleep or finally losing your mind.

“You’re not insane, Dollface. I’m right here.” The voice called out, it had that old hollywood transatlantic accent mixed with a french one, and it had you.. swooning. Impossible, you’re not weak in the knees for a ghost.. right?

Timothée made your way towards you, and sat by you on the ground, “No one has ever heard me before, Mon Cherie. I’m so alone, all I do is roam the hallways and watch you work, I’m overwhelmed with desire when I see you.” His voice filled the room, and you calmed down slowly but surely.

As you guys continued talking, you found yourself relating more and more to him. He was a kind soul, who didn’t deserve anything he had went through. When he talked about his death, you felt water drop on your knee, and you knew he was crying. You comforted him, telling him that he was okay now and how nothing could hurt him anymore.

Throughout the conversations, you found yourself falling harder and harder into a love for him. He was incredibly talented, smart, and insanely witty. You knew if anyone walked in, they’d think you were absolutely mad, but funnily enough, you had never felt so grounded and happy.

“If you were alive when I was, I bet we would’ve been the best of lovers, Sweet Pie. We could’ve rocked Hollywoods world!” Timothée laughed, you chuckled with your head hanging low, you desperately wished it was true. You wished you could’ve loved him back then, maybe he never would’ve met his terrible fate and you could’ve grown old together. You both could’ve lived in this house, and he could’ve reached the level of stardom that he had deserved.

Soon when you lifted your head back up, complete shock struck you as you were now face to face with the man you had been speaking to all night.

He looked straight out of a black and white movie, he had a sharp nose, heavy lashes, perfectly set curls, and soft freckles that kissed his entire face.

You screamed, throwing your hands on your mouth.

“What?! What’s wrong?!” Timothée exclaimed, his eyes were wide and he grabbed your arm.

“I can.. You! I can see you?! I can FEEL you?!” You had explained in complete shock, locking eyes with him, and staring at his large hand on your arm.

Timothée was overjoyed that you could finally be with him, but he quickly feared that you would be scared of him, more than you were before.

“You’re.. beautiful, Timothée.” You said with a sigh, moving closer to him and gently running a thumb across his cheek. “Much more beautiful than the pictures, I didn’t think you could get prettier.” You giggled, bringing him into a tight embrace.

Timothée hadn’t felt a hug in decades, he began to sob, shaking like a leaf as he held you close. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to be seen.” He said through intense tears, and you shushed him quietly, kissing the top of his head and wiping his tears.

“I see you, Angel.” You began to cry with him, and the two of you fell asleep holding each other.

The days went on and you were falling for him more and more, since you could see and feel him now, you did everything together. You taught him what a laptop was, and you showed him new movies and explained how CGI was a part of every film now. He thought it was tacky, and said that hollywood had declined since his time and you laughed with agreement.

It had been about a month since you first met Timothée, and you were head over heels for him. Today was different than the others, because you decided you were going to tell him how you loved him. You cooked the two of you breakfast, and held his hand over the table as you ate with him.

“May I tell you something, dear?” You muttered, rubbing your thumb against his boney knuckles, holding eye contact with him as he had a bit of syrup on the corner of his mouth. He was a complete goof, and you loved him for it, he deserved to know that.

“Of course, darling, what is it?” He asked sweetly, smiling widely.

“I, well, I love you.” You exclaimed, you looked down as you said it, feeling like a fool.

“Oh, Mon Cherie.” Timothée began to cry, he was a very emotional man, and you loved that about him.

He left his seat and picked you up, swinging you around, “I love you more than you know!” His voice cried out.

For the rest of the day, you were clung to his side, you spent the entire afternoon kissing and holding him tightly. You loved him, he loved you and that’s all you needed. When the day had come to a close, you needed a shower. You broke apart from Timothée and left him with a peck on the lips.

You had gotten a towel, and began to undress, jumping into the shower. Everything was normal, you shampooed your hair, hummed songs and went to grab your soap. It fell out of your hands, and with closed eyes you went to grab it, in a terrible accident you slipped on the bar of soap. You screamed and slammed your head on the faucet insanely hard. For a moment you heard Timothée rushing into the room, and the next moment you heard and felt nothing.

You woke up to Timothée crying as he held you close, you were confused as you heard ambulances outside your home and men rushing in your direction. It felt like you were seeing with your eyes closed, and Timothée was whispering comforting nothings into your ears.

It had finally clicked for you, you had passed away due to the hit to your head. You were terrified. You began to scream and cry but your body wasn’t moving, you wanted to yell that you were alive and for them to stop wrapping your body, but Timothée held you down and told you that there was nothing you could do.

Months later your friends and family had a funeral for you, you stayed back, in that southern home.

Every morning you woke up to Timothée in your shared bed, and every night you’d eat dinner, and go to bed with him. You felt at peace, you knew that you and him would be in love forever, and you knew that nothing could tear you apart.

Your souls were intertwined in that home, till the end of time.

[bnpd]

DID I SEE YOU SAY GHOSTFACE AU????? OMG???? you KNOW i'll be ready for that :333

YESSS AND YK i have to do yall good with the plot AND smut!! I'll give you a sneak peek fr ! it's still a super rough rough draft

SNEAK PEAK !

Ghostface Gojo AU! Coming fall (Halloween)

SYNOPSIS: Why can’t you shake off the thrill of his attention? You’re not scared of him. No. You’re afraid of what you feel for him: What you’ll turn into when you fall into him. 

PROLOGUE.

They’d started again. The killings. 

You hadn’t told anyone about them yet, but you knew the second the news began reporting a mysterious killer on the loose leaving white ghost masks at murder scenes that it was over for you. He was back. He was coming for you. 

They were only getting closer. Each report left a location that began to close in on your area. The first one was hours away from you, the next thing you know it’s someone living a few blocks from you. But you were next, and you were sure of it. 

It was getting closer to Halloween, and you feared the nail to your coffin would meet its end, the night of Halloween. 

5 Years Ago.

The warning signals had begun during your birthday week, but the worst was yet to come. You were in your last year of high school when they first started. Things were great, but that never lasts in a town with a history like Woodsboro. 

Your father was the chief of police, and well, good people always suffer. He had been in charge of conducting the investigation when Ghostface first began to target a girl by the name of Riko Amanai. She was killed by the original Ghostface, Toji Fushiguro. After your father put him in jail for the rest of his life, things went back to normal for a few months. Until someone else picked up the mask and began the killings, no—not the ‘killings’. The torture. 

He was there every night, watching you from outside your window, condescendingly tilting his head every time you made eye contact with him. You gazed at him from the safety of your room. Noticing how his breathing would pick up every time you looked at him—looked into him—, especially when you walked closer to him. He was a big guy, standing taller than your doorframe. 

He never did anything, but you knew he watched you sleep. He was always watching you. Even if you never saw him at school you still felt his burning gaze. The closest he ever got to you was when you left your window open and faked sleep. 

A tight grip on your dad’s handgun tucked under your pillow, ready to shoot in case of anything. 

That night you found out he was fascinated with you. He caressed your hair in your sleep, before softly cupping your cheek, soothing you with his thumb. 

The tenseness in your shoulders never dissipated.

He left shortly after. You got up trembling that morning. You couldn’t shake the feeling that he was far more tame than the last Ghostface. The fact made it more terrifying. He was no less of a threat to you than anything. 

Everything went back to normal after that. 'Normal' being, him standing outside your window, watching you. You never told anyone about the late-night visits. Doing so would make them even more real, and you feared what that could mean for your peace and sanity. Over time, you had begun to trust him. 

That was your first mistake. 

-

Birthdays tend to be quite unforgettable, and this one was at the top of your list. The night of your birthday had marked an irremovable scar.

Your boyfriend, at the time, lay dead with the knife piercing the back of his head straight through your birthday cake. A party hat was snugly secured on his head and a birthday card was strategically placed between his limp fingers.

You remember screaming that night, a soundless one and the rest was a complete blur, but one thing was for sure. This one wasn’t your Ghostface.  Or maybe it was and he was finally showing his true colors. A shade of crimson red to be exact.

Your shaky hands picked up the birthday letter that night. A gasp of horror left your lips, as your knees gave out on you. Your body collapsed to the floor in a kneeling manner.

There it was, written with blood.

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[spaceumbredoggos]

However fucked up Alex reveals Bill and Ford’s relationship is revealed to be in The Book Of Bill, Kenz and Bill’s is a hundred times worse.

Disclaimer: I am not glorifying abuse in any way shape or form. I myself have had nightmares similar to this despite never being sexually abused, both Bill related and otherwise. Some of these are based on personal experience (such as the nightmares), whilst others are a device used to show how fucked up shipping Bill with pretty much anyone is. Not even the Axolotl is safe in my opinion. If Bill was real, I’d guarantee he’d probably be a massive creep and with how thirsty his fankids are (and I’m calling myself out here) he’d probably use his magic to g*oom those kids like a church pastor. The thing that scares me the most about Bill being canonically real is not that he could catastrophically end the world, it’s his oversexualization in the fandom that got so bad, Alex himself had to make him unattractive. This will be along the lines of a Yandere Bill Cipher x Reader headcanons. With that being said, here’s a few content warnings:

G*ooming, Pedoph*lia, s*xual abuse and assault, physical and psychological abuse, mind control, cult-like things, psychosis, and general paranoia. I’m not saying these things actually happened, but knowing Bill’s character and his powers and history, if he was real, I’d generally be afraid for anyone in the Gravity Falls fandom. Especially minors.

This could be my most controversial post yet, and it could jeopardize any potential of getting into some colleges. This may sound like paranoid rambling, but I know that Bill is just a cartoon character. That being said, Alex like the blur the line between our world and the world of gravity falls with Bill’s character, dicing around the fact that he’s influenced history and wrote all religion on the basis of a lie. I’m not scapegoating him as “controlling global politics on a massive scale” because that would be stupid and I’ll sound like those tin foil hat rednecks that snort moonshine and burn pride flags. My heart goes out to all those who have been impacted by all forms of abuse as an abuse survivor myself. Alex, if you see this post (or any other of my posts/ read my fanfics), just know that it’s a critique on the fandom and the canon lore, and a cautionary warning to avoid lawsuits in case The Book of Bill Cipher causes mass psychosis.

As a kid (ages 7-9) I would watch Gravity Falls casually. At that age, the only thing I consumed online content wise was Skylanders and Minecraft content (Skylanders until age nine, then it was pretty much a lot of Team Crafted, Popularmmos, DanTDM, and other Minecraft YouTubers.) I didn’t invest in the Gravity Falls fandom until I was eleven (that’s when I first started writing my fanfics. The drafts are long gone because they were on school computers that were crammed with viruses due to kids installing Minecraft mods (this was just before chromebooks became mainstream. I went to a special ed middle school specifically for autistic individuals (it was pretty ableist, gonna make a post on that.) so the rules on what was allowed in school were pretty loose content wise. It didn’t have to be educational, as long as it didn’t have blood or guns. There were no safe search filters or Go Guardian (I remember one of my friends accidentally finding Iris from Pokemon black and white vore. I also found Pacifica vore.)) Before that, the February before my tenth birthday, my dad took my TV out of my room due to behavioral issues (undiagnosed autism go brrr). Around that time, there was talk in my town that the Disney channel was “rotting kids minds” with bad attitudes and crude humor (this could be said about any child’s television network (I mean, look at Nickelodeon.) but I lived in a pretty conservative area of Southern California and had a pretty conservative dad. So naturally, Disney was the scapegoat (this was way before the “woke” era of Disney.)) All of this talk of Brainrot made me stop watching the Disney channel during the peak era of gravity falls (2015 as a whole) and I didn’t watch gravity falls again until summer of 2016 when my tv was put back in my room (with intense parental controls so that I couldn’t watch my vet shows.) That’s when I had my first gravity falls dream about Bill cipher. It had to do with getting unicorn hair to protect my house from Bill Cipher. I had an interest in dreams previously due to warrior cats. It was at that moment when Gravity Falls was added to the obsession list.

As a neurodivergent eleven year old surrounded by other neurodivergent preteens and teens, we found common ground talking about Gravity Falls at school. I also would, whenever I didn’t feel the prying eyes of the grown ups or my peers would go off outside and act out my gravity falls x pokemon x warrior cats fanfiction (I’m not sure if those are signs of maladaptive daydreaming disorder or I simply had an intense imagination that would consume my body and make me want to just act out my fanfictions outside. I don’t do this anymore, mostly because of my own embarrassment and I can just write it out.) Yes, there were times where the discussion or action played out Bill Cipher being real. A lot of my “play” as I called it back then was me being kidnapped or possessed by Bill. I even wrote some really cringey fanfics involving my friends and Bill Cipher. To this day, I still involve my family in my fanfiction, but more final drafts will have their names changed. Weirdmaggeddon was a common topic, as well as Bill Cipher possession.

As time went on, I had more dreams about Bill Cipher, fueling the obsession and the fact that Bill could be real. During my middle school years, I never had a crush on Bill Cipher, despite what my friends seem to think. My parents just took it as whatever and as long as I was happy and just working towards going to a neurotypical non-sped school. My crush on Bill Cipher didn’t start until I was in high school. I remember it specifically being Valentine’s Day 2020 when I learned that I have a crush on the triangle. My dreams of Bill would only get more frequent and worse from here (involving the typical horny teenage dream that I don’t want to elaborate because I feel weird doing so (you’ll see why later on.))

Now there’s typically nothing wrong with having a cartoon crush. Given any other cartoon character that doesn’t have a canon history of influencing this world (Bill’s history of influence is vague but it still counts) I would excuse this as another silly cartoon crush like PurpleCliffe simping for Cynthia and the like. However, given that it’s in the show’s canon that Bill could be real and he crossed over to our world, do you understand what implications this could have? Bill is trillions of years old, he’s likely seen every timeline to ever exist. Meanwhile, there are whole armies of fankids who are down bad for him (including me.)

Notice how when I first started getting into Gravity Falls that I didn’t have a crush on him. How many other fankids felt the same way? It wasn’t until years of obsessing over Gravity Falls did I develop feelings for him. And of Alex says in the Book of Bill Cipher what I think he’s going to say (that Bill probably ab*sed Ford sexually with possible g*ooming involved), notice the pattern that is being presented here? Alex, if you blur the lines between fiction and reality with a villain who may or may not have canonically g*oomed and abused someone, possibly using mind control given his powers and his role as a dream demon, could it really be so far fetched that… (I’m not going to say it because it’s leaving a sour taste in my mouth, but use your imagination.)

If we take Alex’s word that Bill has crossed over to our world, then we can only assume that there are vulnerable kids and adults being… You get the picture. I’m not explicitly saying that it is happening right now, but this is problematic because revealing that Bill ab*sed Ford in that way means that Alex would probably imply that Bill is doing the same to MINORS. I may sound paranoid and this may just be a ramble, but considering the show’s canon and how mythology is filled with cases of degenerative acts from deities, this is a really fucked up situation.

It may be funny to say “haha, evil triangle man is sexy” but at the end of the day, Alex stated that Bill has crossed over into our world. For all we know, he could be taking advantage of the fact that people thirst for him, probably not in pleasant ways.

[blueiight]

can i ask your thoughts on the fandom’s heavy focus on louis as an object of desire? it sometimes feels to me like people are more interested in other characters reacting to louis than they are in louis himself. i know the “helen of troy” stuff is a joke but it genuinely seems like he’s often rendered oddly passive in his desirability, like we’re looking at him through the eyes of the other characters even though it’s his story (to be clear: in the fandom, not the actual show). or am i being uncharitable? either way, you always have interesting things to say about fandom reception.

i think the focus of louis as an object of desire arose largely in response to a lot of racially-charged nonsense about show louis, namely, where a loud minority of fans tried to deny the abuse and horror of season 1 and frame louis as the primary antagonist/abuser of his own story. which in of itself had the potential to go somewhere, especially considering the feminized role louis occupies in parts of season 1. unfortunately its spiraled off into its own dead end at this point to where now people, a year and a half removed from the release of s1, can box louis's character arc into this tale of getting all the hot boys to look her way. when this is a horror and tragedy series. romance is part of that, but is a piece of the full picture. classic romance is very much horror tbh but thats just me

if we're discussing the show strictly, majority of louis's relationships are antagonistic. even with his lovers, they love him as much as they seek to control him. 'his love is a small box that he keeps you in', trailer louis saying 'i knew who i was without those pieces [of myself?]' . so on and so forth. the first three episodes of season 1 are about louis's struggle to maintain a link with his mortal community, in the midst of increasing racist tensions against the city leaders, all as he struggles to come to terms with his existence as a vampire and how his relationship to lestat fits in relation to all these pieces of himself. doubly so, there is also the nature of the second interview in present time, and the sort of antagonism between daniel + louis as louis eventually pushes daniel into burning the old tape. the latter half of season 1, episodes 4-7 is squarely about the triad of lestat, louis, and claudia, how lestat increasingly tightens his hold over them both, claudia breaking them free of it, and louis's response to such. doubly so, daniel becomes more hostile the less he knows, and the more louis's composed 'master of his instincts' personage collapses to show the broken man thats underneath. armand comes in at the end bc the interview has reached a breaking point once more [as it did in the 1970s]. i know, im looking too hard into the meme, but so much of where louis errs, where his memory falters, where history is completely revised, has to do with the question of claudia. even book interview foundationally was about this grief, though not nearly with the level of depth+ gravity the show has added to the story.

where focusing on louis as an 'object of desire' most impedes analysis has to do with claudia as well, bc if u see louis as that solely, then what is claudia to u if not a 'child interfering in [louis's] romantic affairs'? why are people already seeking to write claudia off as a wayward child unduly 'taking out her anger on louis', when it was louis at the end of season 1 who strangled her against the wall and refused to let her burn lestat? when its louis in the trailer thats throwing claudia's words from season 1 back at her, evading her questions in the cafe? when claudia is having to dress as a baby doll and advertise with a sandwich board for a theater + a coven-master that all want her dead?

i think this is by nature of the fact that iwtv is canonly gay and isnt afraid of showing that, and modern fandom is mainly interested in romance. claudia's relationship to louis is secondary, if not tertiary, to all 'camps' of this tiny tiny fandom bc she is clearly established in s1 as not being a viable romantic option for louis, despite claudia's perspective and her story taking up the second half of the first season, and will continue to be important in the second season. the 'helen of troy' fixation on his desirability in relation to romantically viable vampires [or even men] seems to be another means by which fans can ignore this part of the story, just as the mutual abuse nonsense about louis being clarence thomas the third self hating black man who stole lestat's lunchables and is 'just as bad as the rest' drowned out and continues to drown out any other conversation for the past year and a half. it is very difficult to have conversations on this character precisely bc of this state of fandom, where many people seek to crack the whip over a fictional character for not being mother teresa and having a complex response to trauma, then instead of discussing that, some seek to fixate on the fact that mother teresa can be sexy, actually. when thats not the point. why is modern louis so full of grief and all but suicidal in dubai, if not for the fact that claudia is permanently dead, he still lives, he regrets something, and wants to find the truth under it all? the jokes are cute and all, but lets put our thinking caps on.

[bsd-obsessed]

Chuuya´s analysis part 2: Humanity and contradictions

Stormbringer is by far the most important piece if we want to understand chuuya because this is the moment his view of life is challenged. We follow chuuya through stormbringer, we get to see how doubtful, scared and confused he is about his humanity and we also see a side of him that he constantly hides.

“I told you, Chuuya”

He looked up in the direction of the sudden voice. It was a familiar voice, one that belonged to the person he hated most in this world.

“Your birth itself was a mistake. We´re the same. Is there really a point to suffering through all that pain for a life that isn´t even real?” - Hallucination of Dazai. Stormbringer

Dazai and Chuuya constantly claim the hate they have for each other. A lot of that hate is because their history of them being assholes with each other, a lot of it is just posturing but a lot of it is because of this. They share the same problem but the way they face it is incompatible. Especially on chuuya´s side. During sb we learn that Chuuya /understands/ Dazai, not because he tries to but because deep down he thinks the same. But he /never/ lets himself think about this, because if he does he will drown and he can´t do that.

You can ignore most of this analysis because the only real important thing to understand is that chuuya is a figher.

That´s his core as a character.

Chuuya fights every godamn hour of every day. He fights with himself, he fights against his ability, he fights for his humanity, he fights for the people he loves, he fights when everyone already gave up. He has lost /so much/ through his life and never complains about it, he keeps going on because that´s what he was taught to do. He has gave up so many things. He can´t say that he is tired, he can´t be afraid, he can´t stop because he was conditioned to be the last man standing not matter what and that´s what he does. Because he has people he cares about and that depend on him so he can´t fall, he can´t ask for help and damn sure he can´t let himself sulk and think about the futility of all, he can´t go with dazai´s nihilistic mentality not matter how much of it he secretly shares because he can´t stop fighting. That would ultimately break him. Chuuya´s outwordly drive to keep advancing despite all the horrible things that happen to him is only possible because he never stops to think about this.

So in a lot of ways, Dazai is like a punch in the face. it´s his worse fears and hidden thoughts in a human form. Dazai, especially 15-18 year old Dazai represents everything he fights about himself. So yes, when I say that chuuya makes a constant, conscious effort to avoid understanding Dazai I´m talking about this (and that´s like half of it, because Dazai´s coping mechanisms also directly clash with chuuya´s whole ideology. Honestly is kinda impressive how Dazai manages to trigger chuuya to that degree)

Now, going back to the analysis I want to say that Stormbringer doesn´t really bring anything new to chuuya´s character, it just consolidates what was already there. It´s when chuuya finally realized something we´ve known all along and it´s because of this that he can finally solve his inner conflict.

“I can feel their lives burning right here, inside me, and till those flames die down. I can´t just do whatever I want. I´m gonna do what I need to. That´s who I am”- Chuuya, stormbringer

“-Why don´t you get it? There isn´t anything you need to do! Live how you want to live! Destroy what you want to destroy! Because there´s only one thing we needed to do, and that was to not be born!(...)

-Just shup up- Chuuya´s eyes burned with fierce determination. -Maybe that´s what you wanna do, but don´t shove your belief down my throat. Cause that ain´t ´t how I feel at all.

Several shadow ran thorugh the light in his eyes.

His friends in the sheep.

His friends in the Port Mafia.

The light in his eyes was determination. It was the powerful brilliance of humankind, something gaines only through encounters and partings with other people.

-You´ve been completely wrong from the very start- Chuuya spat in disgust- “Being born was a mistake”? Sounds like the kind of garbage Dazai would spew, and no way in hell am I ever gonna think the way he does!”- Verlaine and chuuya, stormbringer.

This scene is so important to chuuya´s development as a character because this is the first time he defines himself as an individual in his own terms and  independently of his origin. He is a person, and he is the kind of person that will do what it needs to be done and he will do it for the people that is important to him. That´s simply who he is. That´s his identity as a human being. That´s why I get mad when people are fighting about chuuya´s humanity. Yes, at the end is really hinted that he is the original one but that´s not important. Because the whole point of the novel is that humanity is more than origin. It doesn´t matter if chuuya was born as a human being or created in a lab because at the end of the day he is human because of the ties he has with the people around him.

Different from Dazai, Chuuya gets this solution from existentialism. Existentialism is a form of philosophy that explores the issue of human existence. Existencialism basically says that purpose and meaning in life doesn´t come from external forces such as God, fate or a bigger power but instead is entirely determined by ourselves and that´s exactly what chuuya does. It doesn´t matter that life in senseless, it doesn´t matter if he was created only as a weapon, it doesn´t matter if he shouldn´t have existed in the first place. None of it matters. Because he is already here and he will give himself a purpose. And God, I´m gonna stop here to say that this is such a chuuya thing to do. He fights what everyone around him is telling him and he fights himself, yes, he may understand Dazai and verlaine´s nihilistic mentality but he ultimately decides to reject it. Chuuya will fight even the absurdity of life, in a way is fucking hilarious and as a Dazai kinnie I can wholeheartedly understand how this is so annoying for him. Because here we are needing sense, getting paralyzed because of the ucertainty of the world and just trying to keep living despite being constantly overwhelmed because the aburdity of all and then there are people like chuuya that realized the same thing but they keep going, people like chuuya that just push their way through life like it´s not a big deal, people like chuuya that never  give up even when is the logical thing to do. And as maddening as it is, maybe this is the real reason why Chuuya is my favorite character, he can do something I don´t. His will to fight despite everyting? How he gets up every single time? is not something I can do.

Okay so sorry for the projection in the middle of it. Let´s continue with the analysis.

The whole point is that Chuuya doesn´t care if his reason to keep going is not trascendental, he doesn´t care if it´s illogical, he doesn´t care if in the great scheme of things it doesn´t mean anything. Because it´s important to him, it´s enough to him and that´s all that matters. Chuuya has people he loves, he has emotional ties with them and Chuuya clings to them with desperation because it is  what impulses him to keep going. I need you to understand this, every single character is bsd have people they love and appreciate but for chuuya? it´s a whole different deal. They are so much more than that. They are not only people he loves, they are the direct representation of his humanity (which I remind you is the most important aspect of his characterization) he finds a purpose and a sense in this bonds, he finds an /identity/ thanks to this bonds. And that´s why he will do absolutely everything to preserve them. Yes, the biggest difference between Chuuya and kunikida is that when chuuya says that he will do what needs to be done, he is not talking about ideals, he´s saying that he will give everything of him for the people he loves.

Now, everything should be fine, right? Chuuya learns to accept his humanity to a certain extent, he gives himself a purpose, everything is /fine/ except it´s not and this lead us to the second and biggest contradiction about chuuya and this is which ultimately brings another thousand contradiction in his character: Nowadays his biggest conflict is not the original problem anymore, it´s the solution he gave to that problem.

And it´s the most tragic contradiction in earth because his relationships with people is what makes him keep going but at the same time it´s also what keeps him stuck (I´m discussing that later). And it hurts so much because yes, they give them an identity, a purpose but he also sacrifices /too much/ of himself in the name of this relationships.

He is conventionally brave, he is not like atsushi, he never hesitates, he never doubts but it´s not in a healthy way. Chuuya is not brave for the sake of being brave. He is brave because there was never another option to him, he doesn´t let himself feel afraid. During stormbringer he experimented more suffering than most of the characters in the story, he went against a giant beast, he was tortured, freakingg hell, his biggest fear all along was to discover that he wasn´t human but he decides to know because the flags investigated his past. He was terrified but he forced himself to ask because “I have an obligation to know for their sake” not for him, for the flags.

And let´s not talk about how corruption is his worst fear turned true, let´s not talk about how it represents the lack of humanity and how that may affect the character whose whole main arc revolves around seeking humanity, let´s not talk about how he goes against his worse fear once and once again to protect the city and the organization he loves. There is only one thing that chuuya wanted, all this time he only wanted to know if he was a human or if he wasn´t and in stormbringer he gave up even that. He decides to use corruption fully knowing that he will lose his opportunity to know and he doesn´t care if by doing it, he can save people.

He has a moral compass but he sacrifices it in the name of the people he loves. He  cares about people but he also mass murder if that benefits his organization. He appreciates life, but he´s so ready to die and destroy himself if by doing that he can be useful for the people he cares about. His pathological loyalty is also explained by this, it doesn´t matter if they betrayed him or hurt him, he will still be there for them because he puts this relationships over everything. He even sacrifices his emotions, I´ve said it before but chuuya didn´t even let himself cry after he saw his friends in pieces because he put albatross needs over his own pain. He got into an organization he didn´t even wanted to be in because by doing it he could save the people that  stabbed him in the back. To this day I´m haunted by the fact that in the entirety of stormbringer, chuuya only let himself be vulnerable once, he only screamed once. When he was being tortured, and in agony, he let himself scream but he only did it because no one there cared. If a person he loves had been there, then chuuya would´ve hold it in, he would never let himself cry because he will never let himself be a worry for the people he cares about. His whole ability is a reminder of everything he went through, of everything that makes him different, of all his pain but he doesn´t resent his ability because he can protect the people he loves with it, that powerful ability is just another responsibility he needs to carry. He is powerful so he needs to protect those that aren´t.

Chuuya is so selfless that it actually is a fucking flaw. From all the characters in bsd, he is the one who sacrifices the most and the craziest thing about it? He doesn´t even notice because in his mind he´s doing what needs to be done. In the CD drama he says to akutagawa that self sacrifice is a pathetic excuse for weak people but he does it all the time, except that he doesn´t think about what he does as self sacrifice, for him is just the natural thing to do. Chuuya constantly makes pyramids and he puts himself at the bottom of them. He is ready to give everything for the people he loves but he never expects the same of them. He loves unconditionally, but he doesn´t think that he can be loved in the same way. He needs to push himself, he needs to be useful.

“-Why- A flash of uneasiness briefly colored chuuya´s expression- Why would you go through all this (...)

-It´s nothing particularly serious- Said Lippmann. Baffled by chuuya´s reaction, he eyed the rest of the group- If we had to come up with a reason, though...it´s because you´re our friend. Were things different in the sheep?

They had been. That was what Chuuya flustered expression was saying. Everyone in the sheep depended on him. The contrary was unthinkable”- The flags and Chuuya, stormbringer.

Chuuya doesn´t know how to accept kindness, he doesn´t know how to react to people caring about him. Because that´s his job. He is never in the opposite side of it. And when he finally was, he lost it and even then he never thinks about all the shitty things that happen to him, he never complains about the unfairness of it. He just keeps going, he takes every single blow and he never let himself make a sound.

Do you see the contradictions now? The love he has for his people may be the foundation of his identity, but he also sacrifices a thousand of things about himself  to protect them. No one can live like that. He lives in a perpetual state of contradiction. What he believes in, what he feels and what he does never fucking allign. And honestly this is part of what makes his character so fucking good, because this contradictions narratively speaking make perfect sense. Is not that he is lying, is not lack of self awareness, is not a hole in his characterization. if you stop to analyze the character this contradictions make perfect sense for him. And this trait is why chuuya gives this impression of being predictably unpredictable.

During the first light novel Dazai describes kunikida like this:

“I´ve got a good idea of who you are now, so nothing you do will ever surprise me. I mean, compared with me, you´re just a simple man with a simple mind, after all (...) See? You wear your heart in your sleeve. You don´t hide how you´re really feeling”- Dazai, Osamu Dazai´s entrance exam

And you´ve probably noticed by now, but a lot of this description somewhat applies for chuuya too. But Dazai´s reaction to chuuya is usually this one:

Even knowing Chuuya better than anyone else, Dazai has consistently been surprised or doubting chuuya´s actions. During stormbringer he didn´t know if chuuya was going to use corruption, because a normal person don´t go through life sacrificing their most wanted thing. During fifteen, he was extermely curious about his relationship with the sheep, because chuuya´s arrogance doesn´t make sense with the way he lets himself be used. He thought that Chuuya was going to kill N because that would´ve been the normal reaction to have but he didn´t. At  22, he hoped that chuuya was going to use corruption to save him but the whole point was that he could never be 100% sure because a normal person won´t go through life facing their worst fear just because of trust. And Dazai is not the only one unbalanced by chuuya, the flags were constantly surprised by him, rimbaud didn´t know what to do of him. Verlaine thought that after all the suffering, chuuya would grow up to hate the world just like he did, but chuuya didn´t. There is this whole scene in which Adam and shirase are facing verlaine and he knows that they will die, he goes through all the possibilities but there´s no way they make it but then chuuya appears

“The 169 outcome. An unthinkable possibility

-Unbelievable- I instinctively muttered”- Adam, stormbringer

Adam is an AI, he was made to think about all the logical options and he never thought of that one. Because no normal person will go and fight when all logic is saying that they will lose. But Chuuya does it, he goes and fight expeting to win, giving his all because he will not let his friends die.

Kunikida is relatively easy to predict because he will stick to his ideals as much as possible and because of that is easy to read his actions and the way he will act (to a certain extent, of course) Chuuya is as easy to manipulate as kunikida is but he is far more difficult to accurately predict. Chuuya may be as genuine and honest as kunikida is but he doesn´t stick to anything. He will go against the very basis of himself for the people he loves. Worse than that a lot of his actions and decisions are incredibly complicated because he does a thousand of mental mallabarisms that somehow make sense for him. He will kill, steal and blackmail but outside of job? He respects the traffic laws, he thinks that kids shouldn´t drink alcohol and help grandmothers cross the street. Does that make any sense to you? He will die and kill a stranger no doubt if by doing that he can protect the mafia but sacrificing a friend? Yeah, that´s not gonna happen. He simply can´t do it. So chuuya is fine with killing but only under specific conditions and that applies to everything he does. He lives in constant contradiction and that´s a problem because he won´t be able to keep it eternally. Every single time he goes against something he believes in, is a hit, even if he doesn´t let himself see it.  And is fucking terrifying because we all talk about what´s gonna happen when Dazai breaks down, but I´m asking what´s gonna happen if chuuya is the one who breaks down? Because it´s gonna be fucking catastrophic, Chuuya doesn´t know how to bend, he will just keep going until he breaks. He will just keep going until he completely destroys himself.

Now I feel like this is a good time to answer the first question. If chuuya has so many hero-like qualities then why is he in the sides that kill people? why is he a morally grey character? By now I think is pretty evident that Chuuya is not a violence oriented character, he may be agressive and blunt, he is bad tempered but almost every single time he attacks is because he is trying to protect his people or in benefit of them. Yes, he is impulsive and he enjoys a good fight but he never attacks just for the sake of it. He may be arrogant and powerful but none of that is the answer. The real reason Chuuya is a morally grey character is because he chooses.

For him, some people are more important than others.

And just like I´ve been saying in all this analysis, chuuya is ready to do /everything/ for the group of people he chooses. He will kill and die for them. He will go against his moral code a thousand times for them. This certainly doesn´t excuse chuuya´s behavior though. The reality is that no matter his motivation, his actions are still bad by the moral code but just like Dazai, Chuuya is not a moral oriented character. And honestly I will forever find fascinating, that Dazai have all the attributes that we would expect of a bad person but he is in the side that saves people, he is doing his best to protect. Meanwhile, chuuya is an almost text book definition of a hero and still is in the side that kills people. The most fascinating thing though, is that they´re both morally grey characters just in completely different ways. Dazai still does a lot of bad things, it just happens that the ultimate result is a “good” one. Chuuya is constantly doing horrible things, but he also sacrifices himself constantly for the city he loves, and he has saves lots of lives by doing it.

Now going back to topic, yes chuuya chooses but that this is not a mafia-only thing. People in the light does it as well.

Tanizaki is the most obvious one, it has never been a secret that he would burn the world for Naomi and he is the only ADA character that actively has risked (and potentially killed) a complete innocent person in the name of saving Naomi. Ranpo did it as well, during the cannibalism arc he is the first one to suggest killing Mori because he priorized Fukuzawa not only over Mori´s life (which is natural) but also over the whole moral code of the ADA. And later in the story, he is the only one who wants to refuse the job that we now know that ruined the agency. The whole point of it, is not that the ADA didn´t believe in ranpo, is that if they didn´t took the job innocent people were gonna die and that goes against everything the ADA believes in, but not for Ranpo. He was perfectly fine with letting those people die if he could save his family, if he could save the ADA by refusing the job. Tecchou is a hunting dog, his whole character revolves around justice but he was ready to go against that because Jouno was lost, and that was more important for him than the fucking world. Yes, chuuya actively kills but all of this characters have proved that they would do it too under the right circumstances.

And with this I can finally write the last part of this analysis: Chuuya nakahara shouldn´t be in the mafia, his coping mechanisms and how his character is stuck.

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Fae — Yandere!Malleus x reader

Small idea for spooky season!

You heard of the mystical powers fae had — from being harmless tricksters to ones that could steal your life away (if not literally then symbolically) just by knowing your name. Yet, nothing could have prepared you for what was to come.

Being a magic user was already troubling for your parents, ones who were against the public opinion that using magic was a harmless thing. Perhaps it was the rumors of what fae could do or the incident your father had in the woods that made your family so against magic.

"If I hadn't run them out, I might've been burned alive," your father said in a somber tone one night on the front porch. He was drinking a cup of warm tea while looking off into the woods just outside of your home. You lived close to Briar Valley, a reason why fae sightings weren't unheard of. "Those fire fae were close, took one of my friends and I have no idea what happened to them," your father then turned to you. "Don't go into the woods by yourself, no matter how bright the day is, it'll be pitch black in there. Most of all, don't mess with magic."

However, your non-magical parents didn't expect you to suddenly wake up one day and shoot a book off of your shelf with a flick of a wrist. You thought it was by coincidence, but weird things happened more and more around you. Soon enough, you found out you used magic, and you were given the opportunity to study at the prestigious Night Raven College. Your parents wanted you to go to Royal Sword Academy, but it was too competitive that year, and you hated the uniforms.

Everything at NRC went as you thought it would, with most classes being pretty standard for what you thought a magic school would be like. During the dorm assigning ceremony you looked at your fellow first years and thought how cool it was that you were using magic. Sure, your parents were stressed when you left home to the far off Isle of Sages, but it was so exciting to you! Finally, you got to see other magic users, people from all over the world outside of your little village by the woods!

You liked potionology a lot, especially when you got to get hands-on with the ingredients. Unsurpisingly, you were sorted into Pomefiore. While you couldn't stand your fellow classmate Vil for his strict nature, you still liked studying with him. However, you also had a thing for the architecture in the school — the old castle-like structure of the school was fascinating. You admired every small gargoyle and grotesques that greeted you from the edges of the building. That was where you first met him. It was in the beginning of your third year at the school.

"That's not a gargoyle," a voice startled both you and your friend.

"For magic's sake can you not sneak up like tha—!" your friend groaned but came to a halt when they turned around and met the emerald gaze of the person speaking to you two. "M-Malleus?"

You whipped your head around. You shared the same history class, but barely talked to him unless it was for a group project. He was extremely hard to talk to, but you always tried to warm up to him when you could. The only thing you knew about this student was that he was extremely strong, a crown prince, and that he was always excluded from parties for some reason. He was much scarier close-up, but what could he do, curse you? There was nothing you did to cause that, so there was no need to be afraid.

"Hey, how are you doing?" you smiled at him and your friend looked at you in shock.

"H-hey, that's the Malleus you idiot!" your friend whispered to you, pulling your arm so you got closer. "He could get angry with someone like us treating him like a normal student!"

"He is a student here, I don't see why we can't get close?" you shrugged. While your friend looked at you like you lost your mind, Malleus smiled a little to himself. A human? Let alone one that wasn't scared of him? How interesting.

"If you would like, I can give a better explanation of why it's a grotesque?" he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your friend jumped back, perhaps he was really scared of Malleus because he soon left you two.

"Sorry about that, he's a bit jumpy," you frowned. I'll have to tell him it's not that bad later, you thought to yourself.

"No worries, I'm used to it," Malleus looked down at the stone floor, a sad look on his face. It hurt you a little too to hear that from him, it must've been lonely if everyone treated him that way.

"Hey don't say that, you shouldn't get used to it, it's not healthy at all," you grabbed his hand, something that caused him to look at you with a shocked expression. You could've sworn he blushed. "Do you come up here often? I like spending rainy days studying up here listening to the showers," you pointed at one of the towers. Malleus smiled at you, a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Not really, I go to the tower opposite of it actually," he replied. The two of you would begin to spend more and more time together, talking about the grotesques or the classes you two took together. He invited you over to Diasomnia while you snuck him into Pomefiore. Other students began to take note of your closeness to the crown prince himself. However, no one was brave enough to warn you about his growing obsession over you, nor the threats to your freedom that came with spending more and more time with the fae. You should've listened to your father, stayed away from Diasomnia altogether.

"Malleus, have you seen my album? The one I got over last winter break?" you asked, he shook his head.

"Maybe you left it back home during the summer? Forgot to pack it?"

"Oh, maybe," you muttered. This wasn't the first time something went missing from your room. You swore your roommate wasn't capable of stealing anything, they were too nice for that. Vil even said that it was weird stuff was going missing when you asked him about it. Little did you know the culprit was right in front of you this entire time. Lilia noted this growing obsession too, but what could he do? It was the first time Malleus ever felt so attached to anyone, let alone someone that was as great as you. All Lilia could do was support him by pretending he didn't notice, though Lilia did give you a little warning.

"I hope Malleus has a nickname for you?" he joked while playing a rhythm game with you.

"Huh? Why would he have that?" you laughed. Lilia just smiled at you, hitting a perfect combo by the end of the song.

"Just in case. Fae's and names don't go together."

Time passed and things started to get worse and worse. By the next month when Malleus was a third year and so were you, your friends started to avoid you and people began to part from your direction. It was as if the only person with you was Malleus, almost like everything you did revolved around him.

"Do you want to study with me tonight, y/n?" Malleus asked after the history lesson.

"Sure, why not?" you said, not thinking too much about your answer. But it was weird, you swore that you told yourself you were going to study with your roommate instead. Wait, did you?

"Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the winter break with me, I'll be traveling back to Briar Valley," he suggested a week after that incident.

"Of course!" you smiled, but then immediately you felt like something was wrong. No, when was the last time you went back home? You went back last summer, but during the small holidays when you usually went back home or stayed in the dorm you suddenly spent more time at Briar Valley than anywhere else. Did you agree as quickly as you did now? It was weird, something wasn't clicking. It was like whatever he said you agreed. You even agreed to turn down a person that you had a crush on during second year, something you cried about for weeks. That was when you started to suspect something was weird.

"Wait, I have a question," you stopped the fae.

"What is it?" he asked with a small smile, the one that made your heart skip. But this time, your heart skipped a beat as his eyes seemed to be colder than usual.

"You said you were a fae, right?" you asked. He nodded, which prompted you to ask the next question. "...Are you using my name on purpose?"

He was still smiling, but you could tell in his eyes the smile wasn't sincere, almost mocking, like a plan was going in the right direction. Turning to you, he pulled you a little closer.

"What do you mean by that, child of man? Do you really believe everything about fae in the books?" he asked, it sounded like he was mocking you. It was different from his usual kind voice.

"No, but, but my parents did warn me about one thing," you said slowly, trying to pull away from his grip. "Never tell a fae your name," you repeated what your father told you before sending you off to NRC.

Malleus didn't say anything.

"You started to use magic on me since I told you about my name and after I said I wanted to be closer with you, right? Look, I know you care about me and our friendship, but I don't think this is the right way," you tried to steady your voice, it was scarier than you thought. There was a building pressure, likely Malleus's doing.

"...Not bad, your father's words hold true," Malleus replied. You sighed, knowing that you two were likely going to have to part ways because of this. But Malleus was thinking otherwise.

"i don't want to end this though, I just adore you so much," he added on, his voice was smooth but you knew that he was likely angry you saw through his magic.

"I can't go on like this, knowing you're trying to keep me as your friend or whatever by using magic!" you felt anger boil over. You lost so many friends while being with him.

"How do you plan to stop it though? It's not like you can change the situation, I know your name," he said nonchalantly. "I could make it so much worse, but that would be no fun, I still want you to be you."

You knew that deep down too, he was much stronger than you both in magic and in general power. He was a crown prince, you were just a regular human living in a small village. Your father likely already had a bad reputation with the fae living right in the woods next door because he escaped from their wrath without being burnt for something.

"I will give you a chance however, to have something outside of the life I want us to have, the one that I think would be the best for you in all honesty," Malleus broke you away from your thoughts. "There's a book in the library here at the school, one that was written by the fae to break any spells. Find it, break the spell I have, then you can go as you wish," he explained. You knew what book he was talking about, but no one knew where it was, not even the ghosts living in the library. "If not, then we will pretend this never happened."

There was no chance for you to fight against the fae by brute strength, and while you knew this was an unfair fight, you had to try. You didn't want to have your life determined by a fae prince.

"Fine, by the next moon?" you asked. He nodded.

"You know that's usually what I place as the deadline," he smiled. You didn't smile back, you glared at him.

"Very well, I wish you luck, y/n."

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can i get some DG content pls? im starved. general dating hcs, how he and mc got together etcetc? pls and tyy x)

GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS

Thank you so much for your request and sorry for taking SO long!!! I tried my best to come up with decent headcanons, sorry if it's not to your liking

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- I'm not sorry, but if you even want to have a chance dating him, I feel like you need to have some serious mental health issues

- I doubt that he would date someone who's okay in their brain. I think It'll bore him to death

- I don't think he'll just talk to you without a specific reason

- So he either delivered something to you (like in the game) and you two got wrapped up in a conversation, or he randomly saw you do something weird or suspicious

- It'll definitely take him long to even consider dating you since he's incapable of feeling romantic attraction

- I think your relationship would progress slowly, a slow burn basically

- Hey, but he definitely wouldn't mind being friends with benefits at first

- I think it's obvious that your relationship is unhealthy

- He wouldn't emotionally manipulate you or anything of sorts, but he would use the things you told him in a state of vulnerability in the heat of the moment against you

- He's shit at apologising, so he often just results to pretend that nothing had happened after a fight

- If you do something that upsets him, he won't be afraid to speak up

- You two fight quite often, but it's not always about something serious

- I think he would be very direct with stating what he wants

- However, all the negative things aside, I think he still deeply cares about you

- Even when he doesn't often show it

- I think he would move fast in a relationship, being straightforward and all

- You two can never just share an innocent kiss, he always needs to shove his tongue down your throat

- I think it's safer if you don't ask for kisses in public

- I doubt that he ever thought about what his love language(s) is/are

- But if I had to come up with something, I think it's quality time

- If you have hair, I think he really enjoys just brushing through it to calm himself down

- I think he would enjoy indoor dates more than going out and preparing something special

- He'd actually also enjoy movie dates a lot

- Especially when you two watch a horror movie

- He doesn't really have set boundaries when it comes to love languages and wouldn't mind giving you what you need if you asked him to

- Be prepared for a lot of teasing though

- Even if you can make fun of him for being a sore loser sometimes, he still adores playing videogames with you

- You're his player 2 now, sorry Damon...

- I think he'd enjoy playing horror games with you the most

- He loves to randomly jump-scare you as you play the game

- I don't think that he's one to get jealous easily since you two would have an open relationship

- If he ever were to get jealous he wouldn't mind cutting someone's throat

- You two are the worst duo in prank history

- He'd definitely want you to join in his mischievous deeds

- But don't think that you'll be safe just because you're his partner in crime

- He's a big flirt and will get even worse when you get flustered easily

- But he'll also enjoy it if you flirt back

- He not so secretly enjoys cooking for you

- If you two were to cuddle, he'd enjoy being the big spoon

- He also always has his hand either on your waist or your butt

- I think that he sometimes randomly spaces out as you talk and just goes "Huh?" when you wave your hand in front of his face, trying to bring him back to earth

- He's very impatient, so there's no beating around the bush with him

- I think he does feel some sort of sympathy when you struggle and might even hold you to his chest as you cry

- If you ever feel down, he would draw smiley faces on your hand

- I think he wouldn't be too keen on giving pet names

- He still calls you some kinky shit like pet etc sometimes

- He wouldn't be able to hide his smile when you give him one or more pet names though

- I think he wouldn't particularly want to participate in your hobby, but he'd still want to see what you're up to and listen to you talk about it

- He'd definitely surprise you with gifts related to your hobby

- I think his living space is tidy and if you were to live together, he'd be pissed if you ever forget to clean up after yourself

- He'd definitely enjoy dressing up for Halloween and cause havoc with you

- You guys steal candy from children <3

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 10: The greatest nightmare

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Moldy Voldy is back bitches, now the real shite show begins. A/n: So I'm gonna take a couple weeks off before posting year 5, just to give myself some time to further develop the story and so I don't get burned out lol. Next chapter will be posted 2nd of July [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

You're hesitant to knock on the headmaster's door. But the door swings open before your knuckles can make contact with the door.

Professor Dumbledore sits behind his desk, half-moon glasses down his nose. "Ah, Miss Black. For what do I owe the pleasure?" The Headmaster rises as you enter the office. He motions for you to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk, and you obey.

"Liquorish snap?" Dumbledore holds a bowl with black droplets for you to take, but you politely decline.

"No thank you, Sir. I've uhm... I've come to suspect something is happening, Sir." With a motion from Dumbledore, you continue; "I've this weird feeling. It's dark and festering inside me, down to my bones. And when I saw Professor Karkaroff's Dark Mark and heard him speak about it burning, it confirmed my suspicions. The Dark Lord is returning, Professor."

Dumbledore drops his back against the back of his chair, his hands clasping the armrests. "Are you one hundred per cent sure? Do you know when he will return?"

You frown and look down at your hands. "I do not, Sir. But I am terrified. Terrified of what will happen once he does return. What will happen to me?"

Dumbledore hums, stroking his beard. "I am afraid I do not have an answer, Miss Black. The only thing I can tell you is that Hogwarts is always your home."

You sigh. Great, so nothing can be done at all. And it's not like you can stay at Hogwarts during the summer.

Having told what you needed to tell and getting nowhere, you stand up from the chair. "Thank you for your time, Professor. I'll have to go, otherwise, I'll be late for History of Magic."

"Of course, have a nice day, Miss Black." Dumbledore waves you out of his office, a hand massaging his forehead.

You slip just in time into the History classroom and take your usual spot, which is next to Blaise. He gives you a glance and a nod before turning his attention back towards Professor Binns. It's the only class you have with just Blaise.

Today you're learning about the Goblin Rebellion of 1890, which was led by Ranrok. It was said a Fifth-year student with the help of a professor defeated the rebellion.

As Professor Binns' ghost drones on about the ways Ranrok and Rookwood helped each other, Blaise leans over. "How are you and Theodore doing?"

It makes you turn your head towards the taller boy. "Okay? I guess? Why are you asking?"

"Well... the two of you seem awfully close since Christmas break, I only assumed you and him made it official."

You frown. Did you and Theodore grow closer? You guess... but it's not that much different than before the break. Sure, he hangs around more and you actually enjoy his company now, rather than before. But that's because you're friends.

"We're just friends, Theo and I." 

"Theo?", Blaise licks his lips and looks at you incredulously, "yeah- just friends. Sure. Theodore jinxes anyone else to hell and back if they dare to call him by anything other than his name."

You glance at the Professor — who keeps droning out his lecture, unbothered by the many sleeping students. "That can't be true. You are all just too wimpy to do it. And besides, Theodore isn't that intimidating."

A laugh escapes Blaise, which makes Professor Binns stop briefly in his story before continuing. "You've never been on the receiving end of his hard stare. He has always been soft for you." 

You roll your eyes. "We haven't spoken to each other before this year."

"He's always been too intimidated to approach you. Your family's reputation proceeds you."

You glare at him. Of course, your family is the problem. They are always the problem. 

Blaise flicks your wrist with his fingers. "Hey now, don't give me that look. You should be happy anyone told you."

"Why are you even telling me? Aren't you also in the race to win my hand or whatever?" You fold your arms over each other and slump down in your seat.

Now it is Blaise that rolls his eyes. "Originally. That was until she found out your lot still supports You Know Who."

He refers to his mother, obviously. Miss Zabini is truly a beautiful witch, but something about her is off. At least, that was the one time she was introduced to you. Maybe it was the party filled with Death Eaters.

"I don't blame her", you mutter. You wouldn't want your son to marry into a family of crazy blood supremacists.

The remainder of the class is spent in silence. Blaise has nothing to say and your thoughts are running wild. If what Blaise says is true and Theodore has been quote-unquote 'interested' in you for quite some time... Why? What made him? If you never interacted, what pulled him to you?

You only notice that class is over by Blaise getting up and packing his bag. You snap out of your thoughts and collect your ink and quill, stuffing it in your book bag.

"You're coming to the stands with us?", asks Blaise as he points over his shoulder towards the general direction of the final task. 

You shake your head. "I'm going to the library and finish an essay I have yet to finish. I'll come later."

Blaise nods wordlessly and turns around, loosening his tie and stuffing it in his bag. 

You don't actually need to finish an essay, you just need to have some alone time. And you're glad you took it, because once you reach the tribunes of the final task, people are talking loudly, cheering, and there is a band playing. You spot Draco and his friends and go to stand with them.

Looking around, you see Gjol and his friends standing with Durmstrang and the both of you wave to each other. You also spot Hermione and give her a small smile.

"You've just missed the send-off", says Theodore as he makes room for you to stand next to him. 

You hum. "So we're supposed to just stand and wait here?"

Theodore nods. You let out a huff and go sit on the edge of the tribune behind you. That earns a laugh from the dark-haired boy and he goes to sit next to you. "You've just got here, why are you already sitting down?"

"I am not going to stand for who knows how long waiting for someone to show up with the cup to end the stupid thing."

Theodore chooses to stay silent and the two of you sit next to each other, listening and participating in the conversations around you.

The first thing that happens is a red spark rising up from somewhere in the maze and Fleur gets pulled from the competition. Next to getting dragged out of the maze is Victor, who looks weird. 

Finally, it is between Harry and Cedric. There are no red sparks or anything coming out of the maze, so they're probably lost somewhere.

Suddenly, a cold-like grip travels up your spine and grabs your throat, making you gasp. You reach for Draco's arm. At first, he looks at you annoyed but when he sees the panicked look on your face, his own quickly morphs into that of concern.

"Are you okay?" Draco crouches down so he's at eye level

You shake your head, blood drained from your face and eyes wide. Without knowing exactly what the feeling is, you know what it means. "I felt it..."

"Felt what?", inquires Draco, grabbing your shoulders to stop your shaking.

"He's back."

At that moment, appears Harry with Cedric out of nothing. The elder boy lies limp on the ground. Harry's bent over Cedric, his shoulders shocking. And he says the words you've been dreading your whole life.

"He's back! He's back! Voldemort is back!"

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[crescentdragon]

Enver Gortash Request

The Gortash brainrot compelled me to tweet this. Honestly it would be great if we could romance him in the game as both Tav and The Dark Urge. Here’s hoping 🖤

His character was so interesting and it felt as though it could have been explored through his past with Raphael. It would have been great to see an interaction between the two. The note after you defeat him confirms he wanted to make another trip into the hells. Ideas/Speculation-

In a what if scenario perhaps Tav/Durge if they chose to have an alliance with Gortash, and have found out about his past through the secrets and his ‘parents’. Leads to an optional confrontation to aid him in the house of hope quest against Raphael.

I’ve seen a lot of fans requesting a masquerade ball taking place in the upper city. Honestly I thought in the scene with Gortash and Orin where he says “Let’s be sure to give them a Baldurian Welcome’ hinted that there may be a ball event (hoping). Perhaps it could take place after Orin has been defeated? In fear of her crashing it, although it would be interesting/terrifying. Does anyone get the feeling she would shapeshift into our love interest just to troll with us?

If your Tav/Durge is already in a romantic relationship then maybe Gortash cuts in while you are dancing, and if your character is not in a relationship he asks you? With the Dark Urge you already have history as he puts it. And with Tav if having helped him defeat Raphael offers them a political marriage alliance option. Either way triggering his optional romance route.

Needles to say our companions may not be happy about this. Maybe some of them would see it as a necessary measure in form of an alliance. With Gortash’s steel watch army, and political connections.

Gortash is a tyrant willing to do anything for power. As the chosen of Bane he can’t show weakness, and uses everything to his advantage. Personally I do believe he will always be a tyrant, but he is capable of having feelings for someone. Especially if they prove themselves worthy or an equal in his eyes.

A good aligned Tav/Redeemed Urge could be the tyrants voice of reason. Not afraid to stand up to him to get their point across. Leading to a neutral ending where he does not get killed off by the elder brain.

Evil aligned play through they can only make each other worse. Two power hungry rulers that let nothing stand in their way. Possibly leading to one turning on the other when the power takes them over.

-Benefits of an alliance:

-Gortash has infernal engine schematics in his steel watch foundry. A possible chance to fix Karalach’s engine. (Player would have to give the plans to Dammon, can’t see Karlach letting Gortash anywhere near her without burning him to a crisp). Also KarlachXDammon.

-Possible outcomes:

-Certain companions may leave your party.

Karlach’s engine could be fixed but she may not forgive the player for allying with Gortash. A bittersweet ending where she leaves but she will live.

Depending if you can convince Gortash to abandon the absolute after not being able to control the elder brain. Dice role persuasion 🎲

Gortash says it himself. ‘We could be good for each other’.

[klausinamarink]

klausi!! 🤍 i wanna bombard you with all these prompts but!!

91 "Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it." and/or 12 "I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

or

64 "Can I hold your hand?” and/or 79 "i like being close to you. you’re warm."

am i being too demanding :/ feel free to ignore this mwah! 🫶

dio!!! omg so great to hear from you! And don’t you worry you’re not demanding! these prompts are fantastic and I hope I did them justice for you 🫡 hope you can excuse the slight length and lateness

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Steve loves Eddie.

It’s a fact as obvious as the monsters underneath everyone’s feet that haunted his sleeping state for years. It’s the truth that he has since accepted as part of something under his heart and bones, but is well too aware that if released, it can be ugly for everyone else.

Even with Robin, Steve just knows that if he even mumbles a fucking vowel, her first reaction would be, “Eddie would not like you.”

Okay, that’s just disrespectful to his platonic soulmate. Her first reaction would definitely be happy gasping, begging for details, using his love advice against him and strike multiple tally marks on the YOU RULE whiteboard.

But everyone else? Yeah, Steve can already see the disgust and contempt on their faces.

It would hurt more if Eddie’s one of them.

But fuck it. Steve’s always been the ‘rip the bandaid off’ kind of guy, especially when it comes to crushes. That’s why he’s going to tell Eddie first, future heartbreak and emotional breakdown be damned.

So here he is: driving down the road to the countryside that’s more farmland than actual farmhouses to the new Munson home.

And just as if the gods are giving him pity, Eddie’s already in the long driveway, leading Lucky out of the horse trailer.

It had surprised everyone that Eddie’s new job post-Vecna was a farmhand for a nearby horse ranch. But there’s not really a lot of other positions in Hawkins that would accept a falsely accused man who now hates the town even more for the witch hunt. The ranch on the other hand hadn’t cared much about Eddie’s history and had been quick to hire him for training shortly after the move.

Steve parks on the roadside just front of the house. Eddie seems too attentive with Lucky to notice his car yet, a gloved hand always petting the horse’s snout as he gently pulls the reins to the direction of the massive yard. Eddie has a gentle smile on his face, the one where the dimples show and gives him a little glow to the face.

It makes Steve smile too.

Eddie just looks so much happier. 

He takes a deep breath and gets out of the car, the chilly November air and horse stink welcoming him. That snaps Eddie’s attention towards him, the smile breaking into a grin.

“Steve!” He cries out with a quick wave. Lucky gives a rather loud snort in greeting. 

“Hey, Eds.” Steve waves back before jerking a chin up to the golden-brown horse as he walks up. “Taking Lucky to a timeout again?”

Eddie snorts, shaking his head, “I swear this horse either likes me more or he’s being a bastard on purpose for his owners.”

Apparently, out of all of the horses in the ranch, Lucky is the more “devil’s child” (which Eddie had described with a voice of an old Texas man). Steve hasn’t witnessed the actions himself, but the stories range from nipping other horses to clomping the front of a vehicle into smithereens for no reason except for an undisclosed hatred to the human race.

So predictably, Eddie is one of the very few humans who have the privilege to be Lucky’s close friends. 

(“Honestly, I think this horse is an agent from the Upside Down. Steve, listen to me. I’ve faced a hoard of demobats but that horse scares me.” Eddie tells him one afternoon, just a week after being the new ranch hire. Steve listens to it all, but his eyes are on the ever wild gestures and lit cigarette dangerously close to burning his hair.

“If you’re afraid of it, then hasn’t it like,” Steve makes his best impression of a horse stomping someone to death.

Eddie snorts, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I guess I’m a braver motherfucker than I thought or Lucky just likes me better than the normal folk.”

I like you better too. Way more than the whole town. It’s not Steve’s first thought and it’s far from the last one he wishes to say alo.)

As Eddie leads Lucky alongside the fence of the pasture, Steve follows from behind, keeping a very safe distance from Lucky and his back legs of severe injury. Then Eddie opens the gate, letting Lucky run into the pasture. 

Steve puts his arms on the fence, watching the horse gallop around and kicking up dirt clouds. He looks over at Eddie, who’s mirroring him but his gaze is on Steve. He smiles again, making Steve’s heart do a double flip.

“What is it?” Steve asks.

Eddie doesn’t answer. He only shuffles closer until their sides are pressing to each other. Then he tucks his chin onto Steve’s shoulder, his nose brushing the cheek. “I like being close to you. You’re warm.” Eddie finally says in a hushed voice like he’s sharing a secret.

Steve almost says it.

He almost tells Eddie, “I love you.”

But the words don’t come out. They feel blocked in his mouth. Like there’s one last gate to go through and Steve can’t find the key for it. It feels like he’s back in high school, fresh faced and still navigating the brutal castle that would chew him up and spit him out.

It feels frustrating that when the perfect opportunity for the confession is literally leaning against him, he can’t say it.

He’s scared now. That he’ll spit it out like an afterthought or say something like “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” and have Eddie push him under Lucky’s hooves of death. 

Eddie’s still looking at him. His eyes are hooded but cautious. He looks vulnerable. With the rays of sunlight still shining behind him, he looks beautiful.

Steve glances down at their hands. They hang limp over the fence, their pinkies barely touching. He swallows and says in a similar hushed voice, “Can I hold your hand?”

Eddie’s expression warms, his smile turning more tender. He takes off his gloves and slowly wraps his hand around Steve’s. His palm feels too smooth and sweaty with his pulse going wild. 

It’s honestly perfect.

“This okay?” Eddie whispers.

Steve resists the urge to pinch between his eyebrows, hoping to blink away the sudden tears. “Yeah.”

Later, he would finally tell Eddie the three blessed words.

[clara-maybe-ontheroad]

Sand/Ray/Mew/Top on knowing who you are and what you want (Only Friends ep 3)

I watched the 3rd episode of Only Friends tonight and I have a lot of feelings about how Sand, Ray, Mew and Top represent different aspects of knowing who you are and what you want... So it isn't proper meta but here are some random thoughts :

I really appreciate Ray being unapologetic about being into Sand on some level, even if it isn't romantic, he's so forward about wanting to drive him home, spend time with him, listen to him play and sing, eat the food he cooked ... and sleeping together again obviously, but I think it's how honest he is about wanting to be around Sand that makes it hard for Sand to resist him. And that makes it hurt so much more when Ray just as openly prioritizes someone else (Mew) over Sand.

But even then, I think Ray's earnest feelings are going to be very attractive to Sand. Ray is genuine in his feelings for Sand and doesn't hesitate to pursue him, and maybe Sand is going to wish him to stop being so self-loathing and go for what he loves because he deserves it. I'm not saying it will happen, but I could see a world in which Sand somewhat encourages Ray to go after Mew, especially since he clearly doesn't care much for Top.

What's that about by the way, what's the history between Sand and Top ? I absolutely love Sand scratching his temple while showing his middle finger to Top after they've made eye contact, and Top's immediate reaction to criticize Sand's band being there is a very good way to make it clear to us that they've had beef. They could be ex lovers, but I don't get that vibe actually, I feel like their dislike for each other runs deeper and is probably more meaningful than that.

As an aside, Khaotung/Ray's flirtatious eyes at Sand in this episode are God-tier, he is SO FUCKING GOOD at looking at him through his eyelashes in a way that feels both slightly submissive and in complete control. He's a cute sexy cat and he knows it, and First/Sand is doing such a good job at being slightly disarmed, attracted to him, slightly flirt back but yet playing it cool and holding back from feeding it too much haha. They act like Ray is so excited to see Sand and want to jump on him at all times and Sand is afraid of getting burned but finds Ray to endearing to resist, and it's delicious to watch

I'm talking about these eyes and these smiles and these eyes and smiles (thank you @justme-1723 and @intolove). I'm absolutely not over them.

The way Ray asks Sand if he's going to charge him for their night together somehow feels so different to Boston telling Nick he's updated their relationship to being a regular. Between Ray and Sand, it feels more like an expression of Ray's slight vulnerability, his being used to having to spend money on people for them to stick around, and a reflection of their teasing relationship where their banter is largely based on calling each other jerks.

Plus Ray telling him their night was priceless anyway was such a smooooootth line haha, slightly corny but definitely efficient. Could almost distract you from the fact that he's deflecting on Sand's joke that he should see a therapist.

Sand's comments throughout the episode that Ray should see a therapist remind me of the way I've seen people try to joke around some topics to bring them up to a friend or lover, because they actually thing they need help but aren't in a position to straight up communicate that. Sand is acutely aware that Ray is messed up and that his issues are above his paygrade, and I respect him for that.

Everyone in the friend group is excited when Ray mentions talking to his dad about the pool party being thrown for PR, I assume because that means he might pay for it. No one is excited at Ray picking the band or even seems to know he's that into music as well. Aouch

Top and Mew's silent disco date felt very random in this episode, like there was little context for it except to say that they do go on dates ? It's a good opportunity to show through that dude Beam hitting on Top that Top has actually not engaged with his former hook ups since going out with Mew, but also that he won't outright say he's dating Mew if there is not benefit for him to say so. Mew's reaction is also very telling of the fact that he knows Top's history of sleeping around, can be secure in himself very well and that he won't give in to feeling like he's lucky to have Top's attention.

Edit : maybe this scene is more interesting than I thought, thank you to @chickenstrangers and @ranchthoughts for pointing out here the metaphor of everyone being in different headspaces within the same relationship. Maybe I'd push it even more to say they're not really listening to each other, they think they're dancing to the same beat while they don't actually know what music the other person has in mind.

Though really this scene just feels like it was made to get Top to say "I wanna be a hero but a villain is my role" while Mew looks at him like yes to both

Jennie's boyfriend the bartender is the one to point out Ray's alcohol problem now, I guess you need at least one per episode !

Sand pointing out all the roles he fills for Ray really highlights how lonely Ray is, and how close Sand is to acting like a best friend and even a boyfriend to Ray when they don't know each other that well. And when Ray already has a best friend that he dreams of being boyfriends with.

As Sand identifies all the needs he's tending to for Ray, and how much Ray seems to want someone who is everywhere in his life like a boyfriend contradicts what he says about wanting to be friends only, he's clearly scared both of Ray falling for him and of falling for Ray. Which makes me think he knows he cares too much about people who needs his help, and once again it's really going to hurt when Ray rejects his guidance and makes bad choices for himself

Sand strikes me as the most self aware character of this show, even more than Mew, careful about who he lets in and smart enough to know he should maybe avoid the challenge (where Mew chases it) instead of tempting fate. Not going to be enough though

Mew immediately noticing that Ray is flirting with Sand and encouraging him to go for it is true best friend behavior, even though on the receiving hand it hurts like hell, and I feel for Ray. He does seem touched by how sincere Mew is in wishing him happiness, and that's adorable

Ray is absolutely incapable to hide his annoyance with Top when he's around, and their battle of "we're rich boys who know prestigious bands" is kinda funny

But Ray also respects Mew's autonomy, and does nothing with Boston's provocation to interfere in Mew's relationship with Top. Ray is smart enough not to trust Boston's goading (for now) and to know he's not in a position for Mew to like him that way

Ray presenting driving Sand home instead of waiting for a taxi ride as "saving him" on the same level as Sand preventing Ray to drive drunk is hilarious and a good sign that Ray really doesn't do much for anyone

Especially not without ulterior motives since they end up making out. Their make out also feels more intimate than Nick and Boston who have actually been hooking up for a month or something. The places those faces and those hands go...

They're making out in the same parking lot that Ray called Mew from after he was kicked out of Sand's place and got frustrated he was being put aside for Top. And that's where Mew calls Ray as his second choice after Top to help him, and so Ray drops everything for Mew and doesn't get into Sand's place even though he could. The symmetry of those situations is striking.

The way Ray not only picks up his phone, but fully pushes Sand away and readjusts his clothes properly, like it wasn't happening, like Mew is the legitimate boyfriend and he doesn't want to get caught hooking up with Sand who's just a side piece, hurts more than Ray going to help his friend, and I'm pretty sure Sand feels the same. Ray is showing him what he wants most.

The revelation that Ray and Mew did apparently hook up two years before is very interesting and I don't know if I believe it ? If it's true, it does feel like it was maybe experimentation for Mew and Ray respected that, and that honestly feels pretty realistic and respectable to me ; it's crazy that it's enough to make Top question if Mew is cheating on him, especially given how he is himself surrounded by people from his past and has so far resisted them. Maybe precisely he feels stupid if he's resisting them while Mew isn't, or he's also projecting and thinking that in Mew's shoes he'd use Ray's feelings for him to get some sex on the side

If it isn't real though, I'm curious about if it's just a Photoshop/angle of the picture making it look different, but Boston says he has a video too. He could be lying though, obviously

Interestingly enough, I feel that the couple that was arguably centered at the beginning, Top x Mew, is the least interesting this episode, because on their end everything is basically reaction to other characters. What they're doing and what they will do in the next couple of episodes will largely be consequences of Boston and Nick's actions (dedicated post here)

Meanwhile, Ray and Sand are trying to develop their own thing, on their own terms, aside from the rest of the group, like they've done the previous episodes. But with Sand being roommate with Nick and Top x Mew about to implode because of Boston, they're definitely not going to continue being outside of the main drama. I'm not sure how Ray will handle it and how it will impact his relationship with Sand yet... Looking forward to episode 4 !

[bayofwolves]

Having some thoughts about the Great Battle, the one to end the First Devourer War.

Imagine if Kovo, Gerathon and the Four Fallen were so massive that they couldn't help but destroy some of their own allies amidst the fighting. Especially the two traitors, because we know their soldiers were disposable to them, but the Four Fallen as well. As Uraza tangles with Gerathon, her claws rake through scores of Greencloaks. As Briggan and Kovo lunge for each other's throats, Greencloak and Conqueror and animal alike are crushed into oblivion beneath the two giants' feet. Adding to the senseless horror of it all.

What if the Four Fallen had grievously wounded Kovo or Gerathon (or perhaps both), in such a way that the results are visible in the time of the Second Devourer War and strike fear in the hearts of their soldiers? I think it would be cool if the two traitors, despite having survived the event that eliminated the Four, are permanently disfigured and only dull echoes of their former glory. Can you imagine if Gerathon's hood was torn to shreds by Uraza, her once beautiful scales marred by claw wounds that Tellun cursed to fester and rot? Or if part of Kovo's face was mutilated by Briggan's fangs and covered in scar tissue, with Essix's talon marks stretching across his shoulders, bare where the fur never grew back? They lived, but at the cost of being forever marked by the brethren they slew.

They should have explained the Fall of the Four by establishing that a Great Beast can only be killed by another. Gerathon killed Uraza and Jhi with her venomous bite, Kovo ripped Briggan and Essix apart with his bare hands. No human blade could have felled them -- it was going against two of their own that resulted in their downfall. The fact it came to this is a great tragedy. Once, Briggan, Uraza, Jhi and Essix lived peacefully, even happily, with Kovo and Gerathon. They were brethren, forged by the same catastrophe; survivors who found comfort in one another (or so I like to believe). They would have walked beside each other for eons. They should never have met in battle. And when they did, they discovered they could destroy one another. This could be one reason as to why the remaining Great Beasts retreated into isolation and did not commune for hundreds of years -- perhaps, for the first time, they were afraid of each other.

In The Book of Shane, Shane reveals that Feliandor's grave is only symbolic because "when the Greencloaks had finished with him, there hadn't been enough left of him to bury". This might be one of the most haunting sentences in the series. In A Revised History of Erdas, they dismembered him and paraded his head around, then burned him to ash. Some say Tembo kept the skull and hid it somewhere in the newly built Greenhaven, but Tembo himself denied these claims. (Meilin once searched the castle for the skull, to no avail.)

I personally would have liked to know more about the genocide of Stetriol (if it truly happened) and who took over as ruler after Feliandor. All my thinking about it led me to draft some plans for a novella about Feliandor's successor and what happened in Stetriol after the defeat of the Conquerors. His name is Lysander. He is the cousin of Feliandor and the direct ancestor of the present-day royal family, including Shane. I'm still figuring him out, but I think y'all will like him.

I also think now would be the proper time to mention that in ARHoE, Essix gets a longer chapter where she bonds with a human like the other three. I haven't decided on the boy's name, but he is Amayan and has a jackrabbit spirit animal. He is bright, spirited and adventurous. The eldest son of the chief, but all of 16 at the war's end, he successfully convinces Essix to fight on the side of the Marked resistance. He is full of wonder and respect for nature, Essix most of all, and she finds herself warming up to him. She likes him enough to let him ride on her back and see the world he so loves from miles above, delighting in the way he spreads his arms and whoops into the wind. Essix, who is able to read souls, looks at him and sees something special in him. He is destined to do great things. This future of his is dashed when he dies in the Great Battle, though, cut down by some nameless soldier, just a boy with all the life and hope gone out of his eyes as Essix cradles him in her talons. She mourns him for a moment, then steels her heart and renews the charge.

[thoughts-of-a-young-woman]

Ms.? Mrs.? Dr.? Um, Can you Just Leave me Alone? The misogynistic nature of the MRS degree, exceptionalism and chronic burnout in capitalism

While P. and I sat comfortably in our dorm room, looking to wind down for the evening like an old married couple. Evie decided now was the best time to have us listen to her talk about all the horrible things that her roommate’s boyfriend said. As we listened on and on, being from somewhere where people weren’t afraid to show you how they felt, I couldn’t help but think. “Wow, this guy’s a total shit, I would totally punch him in the neck if people weren’t so soft in Canada.” but one thing stood out to me while Evie went on her long tirade that my P. and I had the moderate displeasure to listen to. “Journalism? Isn’t that an MRS degree?” Not only did it make P. and I’s jaw drop right to the floor. First of all, who says that to their girlfriend? Secondly, what does that say about how he sees her? And finally, what does the concept of the MRS degree really say about us as a society? While it’s easy to just claim that the idea of an MRS degree is inherently misogynistic and is used to undermine women’s achievements and choices. I also got to thinking, how does the MRS degree accusation on women contribute to the strive for perfectionism, exceptionalism and chronic female burn out?

After Evie eventually tired herself out ranting and we said our goodbyes, I got to thinking. While the textbook definition of an MRS degree meant someone who went to university for the sole purpose of finding their forever man, what did it mean for someone to be accused of it? While her roommate definitely had goals to be in the journalism world, what did it mean for how people, even her own boyfriend, perceived her? Many people feel the pressure of university life, that much is true, but what of the added pressure of having to prove yourself to be worthy of a seat within the workforce and academia? To prove that your journalism or art history degree was more than just a “poorly veiled attempt to tap into the goldmine of bachelors” that is university, that we are, in other words. Exceptional. 

Every woman I know is no stranger to people, especially men, undermining our efforts, achievements or successes, attributed to chance, luck, or simply “pretty privilege”. And it’s only human nature to want to “Elle Woods” your way to prove them wrong. But I beg the question, why do we have to work twice as hard as a man, just to get half of the recognition that he gets? In layman's terms, why do we make 80 cents to the dollar, even metaphorically? While for the last decade and more, feminists have been echoing the sentiment that society view’s women and their works as less, what does that say about the response that is the “girlboss” mentality. I argue that the “girlboss” mentality gives way for further exploitation of women and further ideas of misogyny, but not for the reason white feminists attribute it to. It’s the very idea of a woman that is “unexceptional” and deemed not smart enough to be attributed to anything but, well, an “Mrs.”. In academia, especially in the arts, it’s this strive to always be the smartest one with a 4.0 GPA, just to not be assumed to be taking an MRS. degree. But, like many other girls that I know who are in the arts, or even not, have long lamented to me about the burnout of chasing this impossible ideal. To be “exceptional”, “special” in the eyes of society, desirable in man, yet still not being the competition and othered by your fellow sisters. This makes women in the workforce easier to exploit for longer hours with not only lower pay but the exploitation for an increasingly higher drive to “break the glass ceiling” to even just be seen as equal. 

If men can often be given a pass for mediocrity and may even be applauded for it, why can’t women be given the same slack for just being “ok”? Again, capitalism, easily drilling into our heads the idea that we live to work while misogyny tells us that we are not equal, and will only be given the hopes to be only if we can out-do the man. But not by too much. 

In a post-covid-19 era, where capitalism exhaustion is on the rise (hint: the murder of Brian Thompson and the subsequent collective sympathy for Luigi Mangione), it’s no wonder women around the world are sick of climbing the corporate ladder for the off chance of being viewed and valued as an equal to man. Not only that, female students like me are sick of working ourselves to the bone to avoid accusations of getting an MRS degree, while knowing that in doing so, legitimizes the concept of the MRS. degree. While refusing to do so, one could fall victim to the one thing we sought to dismantle. 

As I sit at my dorm, finishing up packing for the winter break with my roommate, I dread the coming of the winter semester after knowing just how exhausting the first semester was. But there is nothing else to do now, but to finish up this article and continue to ponder. 

XOXO, Thoughts of a Young Woman

Author's Note! I know I know, ideas seem a little half-baked this time, but for context I wrote this before finals season and was spiraling a little bit teehee! (we all have our moments, please be forgiving) regardless, I'm glad to finally end my first semester in uni, I'd say I'm managing quite well. I'm aiming a little higher next semester and I'm trying to keep positive! so I hope everything will work out just fine!

[creepyalienghost]

🎭The Jester part 3🎭

Warning: violence, gore.

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Everything was getting worst for the kingdom and it’s people. The king grew more cruel as his power grew. He had taken over four other lands nearby and had no prisoners. No one was left from those lands to tell the tales of there history and teachings. The people here feared the things going on and were beginning to talk but some was slowly convinced by the ambassador that they had no reason to worry others was hush by the lords on it, being lied to but the lords feared as well. Some even vanish in the night never to be seen again. Even the doctor began to pay attention and started to notice things. Dyo wishes he hadn’t. And especially hadn’t come ti him.

“Dyo….” The doctor knocked on the jester’s door in the middle of the night.

Dyo opened it after a minute, still half-asleep. “Hmm? Simon? What’s wrong..?” he asked the kind doctor.

“I want you to explain to me what you know. Things here haven’t been normal in a while now.” The doctor asked, that was more sounded like a demand.

Dyo was fully awake now due to fear creeping up on him. He stared wide-eyed at the doctor for a moment before shaking his head. “ I have no idea what youytalking about Simon…I should be off to bed now.” He began closing the door but Simon stopped it with his foot.

“Dyo.” The doctor gave him a look.

Dyo paused for a moment under the looked then sighed. He looked up and down the hallway then behind him before facing back to Simon. “Come inside.” he moved aside.

Simon followed his instructions and stepped in then sat at his desk, waiting to listen as Dyo closed the door.

Dyo stood there for second trying to think of the best way to explain. The doctor gave him a moment before he got to worried. “Just explain Dyo.”

Dyo nodded and told him everything he knew. He told him what he had seen in the dungeon and what they made him do. He told the doctor how what he felt like at that time and the fear he felt now. He explained to the doctor how people have disappeared when asked or talked to much. He told him he didn’t want him to disappear to.

He ended up sobbing in Simons chest, being wrapped in a comforting hug. The doctor was processing all this information as he was trying to help his dear friend. The poor fool had been living in fear for sometime now and he …he could’ve made things worse for him. For them both but he was more worried for Dyo. “They’re not watching you now..correct?”

“That’s the thing…” Dyo pulled himself away a bit. “I don’t know…i don’t think so ..but you never can be sure.”

Simon nodded. “I see…lets just…wait tell the morning and see what happens.” He gave the only suggestion he had. “From there we can plan.”

The poor jester nodded. “Alright…but …can you …stay here with me?” He ask with rose colored cheeks and a hint of fear in his words.

Though he was taken back a bit, Simon nodded in agreement. “Of course Dyo” he crawled in bed right beside the jester, laying right next to him. And at first they just laid beside each other starting at the wall awkwardly But sometime during the night Dyo was in the doctors arms, fast asleep.

From there their relationship only grew. Dyo would spend all his free time with the doctor when he was off duty. Sometimes he would listen to the doctor ramble on different medical techniques and even help him with some small task. other times he would share the horrors he has seen and would confront his poor jester. sometimes they would make love though the night. Passionate for each other and as things get worst they were there for each other. A light in the darkness.

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Things finally came to a head when the people started rioting. They burned houses they burned shops. They had beaten and even the king’s guards. Dyo and the doctor watches from one of the towers. “There so angry….”

The doctor looked at Dyo then softly took his hand in his own. He could tell his friend was afraid… he was to. But he knew that the people would go after him. He was the loyal jester. “I won’t let them hurt you.” Simon promised even know he knew he couldn’t keep it. How could he?

Dyo leans his head on the doctor’s chest with a smile. He to also know but doesn’t say it. Together they watch the people get though the guards and rush into the castle. It was only a matter of time. “ i…I love you doctor….Simon.” He looks up him.

The doctor looked flabbergasted. He didn’t know how Dyo felt about him before. In a way he was mad that he only told him now. He to notice this kind of love tours the jester. Only he had shoved it away thinking it would pass. But it never did. “I love you to Dyo.” He looks down at the jester. His jester.

They shared a long passionate kiss before they were ripped away from each other. “No!” Dyo yelled reaching for the doctor. He had promised! “Doctor!!”

he struggles against the many different hands that we’re dragging him away from his friend…his lover. “Let me go!” He shouts. But they wouldn’t listen. Tears form in his eyes as one strong man smashes in the wall behind. He was to stun for a moment to cry or scream. But the second harder slam brought him back to his senses a bit. There was a cracking sound from the third one and Dyo wasn’t sure if it was the wall or his skull. His eyes bury from both his tears and his head. Dyo closed them, trying to prepare for the next one. The fourth and much much harder one broke him mentally and physically. There was something warm running down his face that he didn’t think were tears. He heard Simon shouting from what seemed like afar but when he looked there were only a few feet apart. He looks at him and reaches for him. He knew he was going to die here. He excepted his death. “I- I love you…” he mouth. Then the final blow came and he was gone.

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The jester died that night. But he was reborn again. He was reborn into something greater. When he came to again he was afraid. He noticed the feeling inside him first. It was like a pull tours something. Like invisible strings guiding him. He ignored it for a few while freaking out. His mask….his mask wouldn’t come off now. Like it was a part of him now. “W-what’s happening?” He cried out in fear.

“You have been changed dear Jester.” Came the sneaky voice of the ambassador. “Or should I say black lord.”

Dyo looked up at him confused and afraid “what…?”

The ambassador approached him, he towered over the black lord. A grin on his face and a cup in his hand. “Your loyalty to the king got you to rewarded. You are one of four loyal lords now.” His grin stretched even more. “Don’t worry about understanding things. In do time you will understand. For now follow that pull” he chuckled and handed the cup to the black lord.

The pull was to strong to resist now, Dyo took the cup and follows the pulled to where he believes the king would be. On his way there he and a being bumped into each other. Dyo was horrified at it, robs dark as night and a ghostly white plague doctor mask. But one look into his eyes gave him the answer of who he was.

They were together again. Cursed to live in eternity but blessed to have each other. Dyo still felt that love he had for him and he knew the doctor felt the same. He wanted to stop and talk to the doctor, wanted to ask him what happened to him. But he didn’t get the chance to.

His pull suddenly got to strong to waist anymore and he could tell the doctor had a pull of his own. To what he didn’t know. But he and the doctor went their ways. Him to serve his king. The hanged king.

[madness-combat-confessions]

Incoherent rambling alert!

Man the world would be so much better if like more artist drew Sanford as like.. a bear(in a gay slang terminology) cuz like i have a complicated history with his character , bcuz he is somewhat overlooked , especially in MPN cuz he has way less dialog than like deimos or doc , man i think sherrif has simmilar amount of dialouge and he appears like... 3 times? Thats sucks a bit cuz he is my fav guy but thats not the main point of the rant .

Here's the thing , when i first joined the fandom i kinda had no problems with that , like "yeahh manboobs , cool." But like it kinda became old rlly soon , if you go on twitter and like scroll the main tag for some time you'll find out that basically theres like little to no difference between artist's headcanons on the main cast , like its all just twinkish/insanely buff  ( exept for like 2 оr 3 artists who actually draw em fat <3 ). And after playing MPN i kinda was confused cuz it kinda appeared to me that there were a lot of hints that (for fuck's sake they live in a desert filled with cannibals , zombies , abominations and other freaks , does it realy seems like they've got the time to calculate the amount of water they should drink in order to burn the neccesary fat layer to get abs?)(( But in order not to sound like a  hypocrite i also consider that starved/unhealthily thin portrelays would be valid in their setting and i kinda think that's how they look in krinkel's pieces lol ,no offens tho!!! I love mr.K's art! ))

For example thanks to johnny utah's Voice it's kinda clear that Sanford is not that young n stuff and dunno seeing him being charecterised as a himbo for the 100th time got me bangig my head against all solid surfaces.

And like thers this unspoken thing , like usually if you headcanon anyone in the main cast as slightly uglier/older/fatter (not in a mean way ofc!)than accepted in the fandom you'll immeadietly get a side-eye , or accusations like "oh thats totally a fetish thing lol" and like... is it? Like when everyone going nuts over oiled up bodybuilder suddenly im the freak if i think that having a naturall layer of fat over muscle is better...

Anyway rant is over , in conclusion i'd like to say that like dont be afraid to experiment with stuff yknow ,the world is filled to the brim with different races , bodytypes , personalities. Like headcanon wars should die off honestly

So anyways yeah , basically i fw fat , old & ugly bitches

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