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OH SAY LESS 14 WITH ASTARION PLEASE
so this is my first time publicly writing and posting astarion, so please be gentle. higher word count solely because i felt the need to add lore because, ya know, first time writing him! also, i changed the line just a tiny bit to better fit the character and scene. ALSO, uh... this is a little fade to black. i'm sorry. it just got too long.
14. "Oh, you're hard to please."
warnings: foreplay, sorta fade to black smut (it's there if you squint your eyes), an ungodly amount of pet names, mentions of past sexual abuse and healing from it, technical game spoilers, not edited, 18+ so minors do not interact
pairings: astarion x afab!reader (no pronouns used)
wc: 4.4k+
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How long had it been since Astarion had actually enjoyed sex? Craved it, even?Â
If he recalls correctly, it had to have started to become tainted well over a century ago. Somewhere between the first and the third victim, when heâd realized how every single beautiful soul he had entrapped were simply being lured to their own death. And then, the sour taste left in his mouth only became more pungent the longer it went on, the more he came to the realization of just how used he felt. His body was no longer his own â it technically hadnât been his from the very second heâd emerged from his own grave, and Cazador had been waiting for him â and everything about the act became an old rehearsed dance that heâd grit his teeth through. A chore, something to make his stomach churn, something to regret. A means to an end.Â
Plainly put, it had been a while.Â
But then you happened. You, who hadnât blinked an eye when the first time you met him, heâd literally threatened you with a gods damned blade to your throat. You, who had repeatedly trusted him, even when it had been an objectively stupid thing to do. You, who had always offered him the utmost patience and genuine understanding, to the point in which if he thought about it too hard, heâd probably cry. You, who had led your group of misfits with brain worms right into victory, with plenty of personal demons defeated along the way.Â
Personal demons including Cazador.Â
Maybe thatâs when things changed for Astarion. Heâd already fallen for you before your group had reached Baldurâs Gate, heâd already gotten to know your body intimately before ever laying eyes on that ridiculously oversized brain you somehow made look easy to defeat. But that had been different, hadnât it? He hadnât really wanted to do that (not meant as an offense to you â certainly not after all was said and done), but had thought he needed to. To gain your trust, to gain your protection. And in the end, it turned out he never needed to do such a thing. Youâd never said it outloud, probably at risk of making him feel even more regret after youâd learned all his secrets and darkest corners, but he knew.Â
And knowing that you didnât view him as something purely sexual, as a means to an end, as an item to use â well, it had the opposite effect of his request to no longer be viewed in that light.Â
âWhat are you doing?â he says as he quickly looks up from his current book heâd been pursuing the moment youâd entered the room. He hardly cared for the words on the page â he just needed a way to pass the hours until you were available again.Â
It was a hard habit to kick. Being so codependent on you, even with the end of the world resolved and the gift of safety being handed over to him on a silver platter.Â
âWe received mail,â youâre grinning wickedly as you hold up an embellished envelope, delicate fingers pinching the parchment as if it were the greatest gift to ever exist. Heâd argue the real gift at hand was the last three months â time spent with you, in a place he can call home. But nothing could impede on your good mood as you throw yourself down on the mattress beside him, âFrom Withers, of all people!âÂ
His brows shoot up for just a moment before his face twists up with something akin to distrust, âWithers? What in the Hells does that sack of dust and bones wan-âÂ
âA reunion,â you cut him off, the look on your face warning enough against his attempt at an insult. âHeâs reaching out to all of us to bring us together for a celebration, to check in on everyone, let us see each other again. Apparently, we were the easiest of the bunch to find.â
Astarion quickly lets out a tut as he snaps the book shut and discards it on the bedside table closest to him, âWell, we certainly need to fix that. Soon enough all of those little shits are going to end up on our doorstep, preaching about the power of friendship and how they want to check in on us.âÂ
You snort at that, laying flat on your back with your hair wildly spread out in a makeshift halo behind you. The sight causes something to stir within him, his gut twisting as he watches the way your knees knock together before slowly falling apart, your legs settling down as flat as the rest of your body.
He hadnât taken you since that night at his grave. Before the epic final battle, before the two of you had made the decision to settle down somewhere for some well-earned peace and quiet.Â
The moonlight dances past the open curtains, and his breath catches in his throat at the way the blue shadows dance across your skin. It almost reminds him of the first time heâd seen you fight. It hadnât just been the blood splattered across your cheeks that had really gotten the better of his curiosity (even if thatâs what he had told you when you asked), it had been the sunlight. Those rays of gold that had mingled with your own aura of warmth after you had helped the tieflings for the first time.Â
You put the sun to shame, truly. And he missed it â Gods, did he miss it â but he was content to bask in the peace of night for a few months more before he finally cut you loose from the leash to begin your next phase of adventures to find him a cure. You had promised him you would, had already dedicated plenty of free time to research, and all you really needed was his word to begin.Â
Heâs selfish. The two of you can find a way for him to walk in the sun once more another day; all he wants right now is to bury himself in your warmth, to slot his body between your thighs, to hear every breathy gasp and the way youâd practically sing his name-
âStar?â youâre looking up at him from an awkward angle, eyes owlish and chin tilted painfully far back as you clearly await an answer to a question heâd been too lost in a daydream to overhear, âDid you hear me?âÂ
He clears his throat and adjusts the pillows behind his back, keeping him propped up as he admires you, âOf course I did, darling.âÂ
âThen what did I just say?â
âSomething about how weâre absolutely not going to this reunion, yes?âÂ
Your smile is nothing but patient as you flip onto your stomach. He watches the way your shorts ride up your thighs, how the top of the soft fabric bunches at your waist. His fingers practically twitch with the need to weasel their way under it, to press his cold fingertips into warm flesh and hear you preen.Â
Whenever youâre ready, you had whispered to him one night shortly after saving the world. Just tell me when, and Iâm yours.Â
He was ready. Insatiably ready, really.Â
âVery funny. I said we should go, though. Itâd be nice to see everyone again, wouldnât it? All our friends?âÂ
Youâre still talking about this damned reunion. Astarion has half the mind to figure out a way to summon the insufferable skeleton right here, right now, and drive a dagger into his bones until heâs truly nothing but dust. Solely for the distraction.Â
âYour friends, my dear,â he corrects gently, âWe both know theyâre only overly fond of one of us in this relationship, and it certainly isnât the one that they repeatedly threatened to stake.âÂ
The furrow of your brows is impossibly cute â he knows that look of determination. Itâs the same one you wore when he mentioned it was likely that the two of you would never find a cure to his condition.Â
âOur friends,â you insist, âKarlach adores you, Star. And Wyll has always been proud of you, whether he told you as much or not.â
âAnd what of Gale?âÂ
Your lips twitch at that, âGale⌠certainly wouldnât stake you on sight.â
âAh, yes,â he flourishes, trying to keep his eyes from wandering anywhere but where your hands press into your cheeks as you prop your face up to speak to him, âNot staking me. The ultimate sign of kinship.âÂ
Focusing is a losing battle when you roll your eyes, and he finds his mind overtaken with insatiable lust again. Imaginative ways that he could have your eyes rolling for him under different circumstances.Â
âYouâre not getting out of this. They are your friends just as well as mine â so argue all you want, but weâre going to the reunion.âÂ
âAre you sure thereâs no other way I might be able toâŚâ he pauses with intent, finally lifting one of his docile hands to your cheek, letting his finger graze the skin with a feather light touch before it travels back into the mess of your hair, âPersuade you otherwise?âÂ
You almost fall for it, too. Your eyes flutter shut, your head tilts into his touch as if you were starved for the connection. But even with the lack of sexual intimacy, you both know there hasnât been a day that has gone by in the last three months where Astarion hasnât found a way to get his hands on you.
Holding your own, resting his cheek on your shoulder, spinning you like a child in the kitchen â he had quite the sudden arsenal of romantic gestures that didnât involve old wounds. It had been awkward here and there, some of them landing and some of them leaving you both looking like fools, but he was trying.
Almost as hard as he was currently trying to not jump your bones.Â
When you recognize the innuendo for what it is, however, you harden immediately. Your shoulders set, a frown settles, and your eyes open with set determination he knows he canât falter without speaking plainly to you.Â
âNo.â
âNo?â
Youâre quick to lift yourself up onto your knees, putting distance between yourself and his hands, âThe days of weaponizing sex are over. I donât even want to joke about that.âÂ
And, oh, heâs finding himself in quite the mood tonight, because as soon as youâre retracting, heâs following. As you settle on the haunches of your calves, heâs lifting up from his reclined position, leaning forward so that his face is breaths away from yours.Â
âI mean it,â you warn, narrowing your eyes and holding up a finger in that small space between you two.Â
He tests his luck, wasting no time in snapping his fangs just millimeters from your skin. You both know he wouldnât actually bite you, but it still humors him to see the way you whip your hand out of his reach.Â
âWere you not the one who insisted that we ask before we bite?â you snap, and his smile only worsens. Like a cheshire cat, like a child never scorned by the world â heâs radiant and basking in the moment.Â
He lets out a small hmph before saying, âYouâre no fun, my dear. Come on â just play with me for a moment, wonât you?âÂ
Your face softens at his teasing tone, and he can see the way heâs withering away your defenses one by one. There was once a time where heâd done it with malicious intent, but this time around, itâs with nothing but good intentions.Â
If you asked him, heâd go as far as to swear it on his own grave.Â
âIâm sorry,â you apologize as if youâd done something wrong, and it makes more than half of his own playfulness drain from his face in absolute displeasure. Before he can so much as open his mouth to scold you about unnecessary apologies, youâre continuing on, âI just⌠After everything weâve been through, itâs not something I find particularly joyous to joke about.â
What a rare thing, to have found someone to bare your soul and all your burdens to, and watch them offer to help you shoulder the weight without second thought or regret.Â
Heâs never met someone like you in all his years, and he might never again.Â
âAnd if I told you I wasnât joking?â he asks slowly, carefully, trying to choose each word with the utmost care, âIâm not weaponizing â Iâm offering.âÂ
Whenever youâre ready. Just tell me when, and Iâm yours.
He was ready. Very, desperately, sorely ready.Â
The topic of the reunion is all but forgotten as you process his words, nose twitching as you decipher all thatâs he laying out before you. âI want more than an offer.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
He canât help the small laugh that leaves him as he sits up properly, leaning into your space fully now with one hand pressing into the mattress just beside one of your thighs. He can feel the heat radiating from you, smell your blood rushing to your head as you try to be sensible. Itâs a pitiful excuse for an internal war; all he has to do is close that conveniently small distance between your lips with his own, and youâll have lost all sense of logic.Â
âYouâreâŚâ you trail off, searching his eyes as if he holds the answer youâre currently looking for, âYouâre sacred to me, Astarion. You must know that. And it will take much more than some joking offer to convince me to have sex with you when I know-â
âIâm not joking,â heâs nearly whining, letting his forehead fall forward to press to yours, âGods, I am not joking about this. Cross my heart and hope to die again.âÂ
If he has to beg, he will.Â
Heâs spent two hundred years in an insufferable position of pure misery, pure shit, and the realization that heâs finally free has everything clicking into place. Proof of the change exists solely in the fact that he could have resorted to his tired old seduction routine from his life before to get what he wanted, but instead, heâs trying to just communicate.Â
It was a novel moment.Â
But he could appreciate it later, when the crotch of his pants wasnât becoming increasingly uncomfortably tight and he wasnât watching you closer than prey. When his stomach wasnât so tight with desire and anticipation, just waiting for your word to indulge.Â
âDo I need to beg?â he sighs, his lips brushing against yours ever so slightly from proximity. He catches the shiver that runs up your spine. âWe both know Iâm not particularly fond of it, but if I have to get on my knees for you- well, actually, thatâs the entire point of what Iâm asking.âÂ
You laugh at that, and his gut twists again, because itâs the most beautiful sound heâs ever had the opportunity to hear. Something more breath than any vocality, something sharp and spelling out the loss of words on your tongue.Â
Your silence is enough for him to push it all a step further. Forehead still leaning against yours, he properly presses his lips to yours this time, slotting them between softer than a featherâs caress. Finding home as he can physically feel himself steal your breath away. His fangs just barely nip your bottom lip, unintentionally but still eliciting a delicious reaction of a gasp that makes him graze you a second time just to feel the way youâre leaning into him more, becoming absolute putty in his hands. Pliable for his taking, and Gods, he wants to take you.Â
Something snaps.Â
All hesitation has vanished as he grabs at your hips quickly, making use of the way your brain has gone blank from a simple kiss in order to lay you out below him. He moves you with ease, incredible speed in slotting himself between your legs before heâs caging your entire body in with his own. The squeak that leaves your lips from his manhandling affects him even more than your gasps had, a low growl shaking his chest as he kisses you deeper. Tasting, begging, searching â he wants this, but he needs to know that you want this just as badly.Â
Your hands find purchase on each of his shoulders, squeezing tightly as if needing something to tether yourself to. You pull him in closer for a second, eagerly returning the kiss, almost feverish in the way you drink him in. But the next, youâre pushing him away, a game of want and sensibility still clouding your judgment impossibly.Â
You always were stubborn about things like morals. And, well, it wasnât very moral to just jump right into sex with your traumatized boyfriend who had explicitly said not to view him in terms of sex, was it?Â
It was Astarionâs own damn fault.Â
He could have just acted like a normal person, initiated a normal conversation in which he renegotiated his boundaries. But youâve been on his mind all day, and heâs long since proven since the very day that you met him that he has little to none impulse control.Â
âMy, my,â he murmurs, pulling back from the kiss, eyes wild, looking at you with even more hunger than he had the first night youâd given him a taste of your blood in camp, âYouâre just an impossible thing to please, arenât you? Do you want me near, do you want me far? Tell me, my love, what do you want?âÂ
He settles all his weight onto one of his forearms as the other slowly brings his hand to your side, caressing over the soft fabric of your shirt â a shirt heâs quickly realizing is actually his own. He recognizes those flowy sleeves, that lacing across the chest, the off-white tone that had seen better days. Given all its wear and tear, heâs almost sure that itâs one of his shirts he had grown most comfortable wearing during the nights of your adventures against the Netherbrain.Â
Itâs cute. A sort of domesticity that he can ponder over later, when your legs arenât hanging on his hips and your breaths arenât coming out staccato as he hovers just out of reach from you.Â
âI want whatever you want,â you whisper. Your eyes flutter open, looking at him with pupils so dilated they could swallow him whole.Â
âLet me be very clear, then,â he hums, cold fingers creeping their way to the hem of the shirt, slipping beneath with practiced ease to find the smooth skin of your hips below. They dance and skitter up, up, up until heâs brushing against your ribs, âI want you. I want that warm cunt of yours, I want to feel every gasp and breath as your walls squeeze around me. I want to fuck you until youâre unable to walk on your own two legs, until you can only remember my name. I want to watch you come undone, my dear, and for it to be my own undoing.â
Your lips quiver in anticipation, and he feels your thighs tighten their hold on him, âSuch pretty words. And⌠and no ulterior motives? No sense of obligation?âÂ
âNone at all,â he smiles, a predator closing in on his prey, âIâm choosing this. If you want it, if youâll have me, then Iâm ready, pet.âÂ
Pet. The nickname rolls off his tongue, and he can imagine your walls fluttering just as your eyes do.Â
Your hands lift from his shoulders to bury in his hair instead. One cradling the back of his head, the other resting on the nape of his neck as you toy with a snowy curl. It unfurls him further, has him humming lowly as he dips down to recapture your lips and bring you into him even closer. Closer. He needs all and any space between the two of you to become nonexistent. To feel every inch of your skin pressed to his, to allow you to physically curl up into his chest just as you had his mind all those moons ago, to make a home in a room with your name on it already somewhere between his third and fourth rib.Â
âDo you really have to doubt if Iâll have you, my love?â you mutter against his mouth, smile breaking the kiss momentarily before heâs back with a vengeance. You donât care â youâre apparently in a chatty mood, dodging his kiss to get your last words in, âThereâs been a space in my heart for you since the moment I first met yo-â
âYes, yes, very romantic,â he interrupts urgently, suddenly tugging your shirt up, âBut, truth be told, love? Iâm hoping thereâs a space between your legs for me at this moment.âÂ
You snort, eyes pinched shut as you attempt to shake your head at the ridiculousness of the words that just left his mouth. At any other moment, you might point out how the outrageous comment is just another defense mechanism, veering him away from having to acknowledge the gentle sentiment behind your own words, but nowâs not the time. When you open your mouth, probably to say something exactly along those lines, he rolls his hips down against yours, pinning your lower half deep into the mattress. You feel just how hard he is through his trousers â itâs impossible to miss, but heâs deliberating being sure that you feel it as he lets the tips of his fangs sink into your bottom lip.Â
The resolve of fighting against his wishes is quickly dissolved. One thing after another, and Astarion has you bare beneath him before any other distractions or annoying conversation can send the two of you further off track. Your, his, shirt is tossed to one side of the room. Your parents fly to the other side of the bed. Only once he has the entire spanse of your body nude and vulnerable to him does he take the time to pause, to look down at you with absolute adoration.Â
âGods, youâre beautiful.âÂ
Heâs said those words to you a million times before. Consistently greeting you with them, muttering them in the dead of night, whispering them as he kisses you awake. But they never lose their weight. And certainly not now, as heâs looking down at you like itâs the first time heâs ever seen that freckle on your chest or the curve of your stomach barren before him.Â
âPlease, if youâre comfortable with itâŚâ you start, voice laced with desperation, but he shakes his head.Â
Heâs full of interruptions tonight, âConsider me comfortable with anything unless stated otherwise for this moment, my sweet.âÂ
âTake off your clothes, Astarion.â
His giddy smile should annoy you. That smug satisfaction in finally, finally getting his way as he undresses himself at almost twice the speed that he had stripped you. And yet he knows youâre enjoying yourself just as much as he is. Youâre reveling in drinking in the bare caricatures of his body, every inch and every curve exposed to you just as you are to him. And when his cool skin meets yours again, his body sinking right into that space between your thighs that youâve granted to him, you let out a short gasp that reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does.
Youâve waited just as long as he has.Â
It almost mirrors that night on his grave. The slow descent of his body against yours, the way he slides a leg up to spread your own even further for him as he crawls his way back home to your lips. Unlike that night, however, he isnât taking quite as much care, his movements far faster and far more needy.Â
Heâs been waiting long enough. Heâs denied himself long enough.Â
It really doesnât matter when the last time he had enjoyed sex had been, because all that he cares about is that here and now, in this moment with you, thereâs not a trace of imperfections to taint his enjoyment.Â
Cazador is dead. The brain has long since been defeated. You are both safe.Â
As he sinks into your heat, the only thing on his mind is that contentment, overwhelmed with the feel and smell of just you.Â
Heâll never be a slave again. Never be viewed as something to simply be used and disregarded again, if you have any say. And one day, some day, heâll even feel the warmth of the sun again. Thanks to you.
But until that day, the warmth of your love is enough.
When you sigh his name out so delicately, jaw all but unhinging itself in bliss as your back arches in reaction to his touches, he knows heâs made the right choice.Â
And he supposes he lied, in a way, earlier.Â
Youâre not that hard to please â not when it comes to him, at least. Not when itâs his hands trailing along your skin, not when itâs his lips and fangs nipping at every opportunity. And certainly not when itâs his name thatâs being chanted like a prayer from your lips in time with every thrust, every stroke, every single movement with the sole purpose of making both of you come undone.Â
Astarion no longer questions when the last time he enjoyed sex was in the aftermath of it all. With you, pressed into his side, sweaty forehead nuzzling his chest, the only thing he cares about is the next time heâll be able to do so.Â
âWeâre still going to that reunion,â you murmur, half asleep, fading away from him quickly to fall into blissful unconsciousness.Â
He almost doesnât breathe in fear of disturbing you. Heâll waste the night away, laying here, still as a statue for your comfort.Â
Itâs no surprise when he refuses to put up a fight, instead his hand simply drawing soft stars across the back of your bare shoulder blades as he sighs, âYes, dear. We will. Now sleep.â
âI love you.âÂ
The words tumble from your lips so carelessly, so easily and without hesitation, he nearly shakes you awake to hear them once more. Again and again, he needs to hear them, to be reassured that you feel for him as ardently as he does you.Â
But he has the rest of your forever to hear them. So he lets you sleep, sending you away with a simple press of his lips to your temples as your breathing evens.
âAnd I love you, my dearest sun.â
#ghost's stories#smutty party#astarion#astarion x reader#astarion smut#astarion x you#my writing#there's a line in here that my best friend watched me write in real time IN PERSON that we both cackled about#i went 'i really shouldn't include it' and she went 'but it's HIM'#it's giving 'i'd rather be the only dark power inside you'#idk if this is good but it is what it is ya know#if the ending feels rushed it's because i felt terrible for how long it was getting lol#i just wanna love on the boy#i just wanna love him and he love me is that too much to ask#so many pet names i considered editing but the voices won
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honestly i really appreciate the writers of rtte stretching the rating as far as they could, now more than ever, because i can't believe how refreshing it is to hear words like "kill" and "death" and "tortured" just be said instead of it being censored away
#also them putting in darker themes and dark humor#its fantastic#especially because they do it RIGHT you know?#it doesnt feel forced in or overly in your face#it fits with the characters and in the themes of the story#like the plague episode?? all the mentions of death??#krogun just straight up kills a whole bunch of people#hiccup gets punched a LOT#and honestly the writers 100% would have made it more ''graphic'' if it wasnt for:#a) the animation budget. it really did impact them which is a shame#b) the rating. cant show too much blood or injuries ey#i love that show#httyd#how to train your dragon#rtte#race to the edge
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My sister is finally playing Sonic Adventure 2âs story mode and I have been getting updates of her progress. She absolutely hates it, she canât stand the wonky controls at all. The only thing powering her to get through it is her love for her chao and I find that hilarious.
#she hasnât gotten to Dark story mode yet.#as kids I was the one to beat the game and collect the emblems so she never really played past pumpkin hill#she really loves the chao garden and I canât fault that#chao garden is the whole reason I wanted the game as a kid#no one bash my sister for not liking the game I just found her opinion funny
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OMG finally finished this. I was actually drawing this just for funsies but then the event came up so why not?
Happy 4th Anniversary with the game that pulled me into interactive fiction, made me brainrot so hard and froth at the mouth for such a well written and thought out story, @evertidings
The illustration without the text is below:
#I did just notice N is the only one with the daylight setting#Y'all be so fond of the dark man XD#Anyway yes this killed me#If you noticed inconsistencies with my character that's because this was all drawn days after each other#Legit took me a month LMAO#Anyway#I only wanted to read A's story at first since they're who I love most#Then decided why not check the other ROs too#And voila#This big idea#Not really proud of how the others came out but#Yes#when twilight strikes#interactive fiction#fanart#a devereux#k de vries#r villanueva#n alves#b rekner#WTS4Year#Happy anniversary again to this beautiful game
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Rip lamp. You will be missed
this is my little piece of fanart of chapter 10âs final scene from @qoldenskiesâs amazing fic Clipped wings
GO READ IT. GO READ THE CANARY CONTINUITY. BEWARE: itâs REALLY GOOD BUT HEAVY. ANGST ALL THE WAY
#i REALLY LOVE this story#the writing#emotions#EVERYTHING. BUT PIZZA SUPREME IN THE SKY I WANNA SCREAM AT LEO#canary continuity#Rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#fanart#sorry for the photo quality#Itâs in my sketchbook and my camera is shit#~about the piece~#I saw the author talking about the lamps symbolism#the last light donnie has#and the bowl scene earlier#so i REALLY wanted to point the LIGHT aspect out by making the room completly dark and the glass bright yellow. yay contrast!#THIS WAS MADE BEFORE CHAPTER 11#this is just how i think the scene in Deeâs room will play out#Theory 1#the fam will come RUNNING to Donnieâs room but he wonât open the door bc heâs freaking out and trying to clean the glass with his BARE HAND#and they wonât be able to do anything ( or maybe they can try to portal in?)#Theory 2#Raph will break down the door right away and give himself and Donnie flashbacks freaking him out even MORE#MAKING THE SITUATION EVEN WORSE#ANYWAY. thx for reading this mess of a post
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red lighting in alan wake 2
#i love u red lighting. thank u red lighting.#also ik dozens of people have taken photos of room 666 but i really liked how the number shines with the light behind it#most of these are just edited scenes from in-game but for a few of them sources of light were added in by me. i adore this games photo mode#sorry for no photos from saga's side of the story i just get way more immersed playing her side and get caught up in the casual beauty#whereas playing alans side its like every frame is a photo waiting to be taken just because they really go all in on the art direction#despite how many photos i have of alans side i think i kind of like sagas more . i just cannot deny the dark place is very photogenic#alan wake#alan wake 2#aw2#aw2 photo mode#aw2photography#mine
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Rapid fire Inky Mystery Theories:
Bendy Shadows = Dead ink illness people (In other words the Lost Ones duuh)
(Tho last chpt descriptions made me think of Canon Bendy more than Lost Ones cause of the teeth and spines on the back, but ehhh, whatever, my statement stands)
Steven = Baby
(Don't kill me but I totally forgot about him til the last 2 chpts cause I don't reread that arc as much and he was a flash in a pan in the over arcing story. Tho I have to admit I got a little choked up realizing he died when I read it the 1st time)
Grandmama = The Eye Looking Through the Crystal Ball
(It's in my theory boards from last time buuuut there was a LOT on there and I didn't want it to get lost)
Bendy Shadows don't want to be humanoid in shape cause they aren't exactly who they were anymore. They're just the inky puddles now.
(Tho it does make me wonder what would happen if he tried to make them look specifically like who they used to be)
The Thing Demons Portal thru = Ink Realm
(Idk what to comment on here it just is)
Bendy's whole purpose is to fix the machine and BOTH of his fav activities will forever be tainted (hehe) by the fact he was created to specifically be good at them and not because he just chose them as HIS things to do.
(It's extremely sad when u think about it)
As of Chpt 268 Angelo was brought to the be with the shadows
(Wow, it's been like 80 something since that happened)
Sooo yeah that's all I got right now. Figured I'd try to get some of my theories out while before we get too far into the upcoming arc. Anyway, uh, thanks for reading and I say farewell to thee my fellow existences!
#babtim#bendy and boris in the inky mystery#inky mystery#Some of these felt a lil bit obvious to me#BUT maybe not for everyone#Labyrinth and Dark Circus were just BATIM chpts 3 & 4#I think we've reached the Last Reel of the story#Which probably means a Boss fight#Whether its THE BOSS or eh ya know a particular soemone we will have to wait and see#I'm SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!#Not that I want it to end#BUUUT I have a feeling its gonna be a wild ride#i love angst#Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#Does anyone even read these?#Welp if u do Welcome to My Show#i think i'm funny#But am I?#Am I really?#Probably not#They have sent u a letter to come back home to play but to ur dismay this isn't ur day for the happy fun time has begun to fade#the 'happy fun time' got obliterated in Labyrinth#and I miss it đ#but also angst
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love: saying "i love you" even when you're scared written for @steddielovemonth day 20 (@quinns-shadowy-arts)
M | ~3.1k | tags: medieval-ish au, prince!steve, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but itâs intrigue cw: torture (both implied and explicit), past & on-screen brainwashing, manipulation, angst, violence, open ending, mild gore, traditional fairytale imagery
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It is not the sensation of cold steel touching his throat that makes him halt, the blade against his skin a feeling so familiar these days that he barely falters in his steps anymore. Nor is it the clearly spoken threat of, âOne wrong move, Kas, and I will paint the soil with your blood so that something good may come of your existence after all.âÂ
Original, that. Eddie is not loath to admit it.Â
And were this valiant knight anyone else, he surely would have worked his clever tongue to make it count, at the very least, that they should have caught him at last. Judging by the determination in the manâs hazel eyes and the absolute calm in his hand, sword unwavering against Eddieâs throat, he would have paid gravely for it.Â
As it is, though, Eddie can only stare into the eyes of his imminent captor, frozen to the spot and freezing yet more when he finds no trace of recognition in those eyes.Â
What did they do to you? he wonders desperately, so forlorn in the throes of distress he finds no wherewithal to struggle against four men of the Princeâs guard as they roughly disarm and bind him. He doesnât take his eyes off the Prince, aching for just a hint of recognition, even a glint of betrayal and hatred â but all he can find is cold nothingness as the Prince holds his gaze, looking down at Eddie from his royal mare. Itâs not one Eddie recognises, and he is reminded of the years he has gone without those eyes in his life.Â
âThe King is expecting your return,â says the Prince, sheathing his sword when one of his men binds Eddie to the back of his horse; the first of many tortures, he is sure.
Or rather, the second, with the way the Prince is looking at him, speaking to him without that familiar melody to his voice. It is monotonous now, and Eddie wants to become the monster again that they all make him out to be, if only to rip out the throat of the person who did this to him. The person who took the Princeâs voice, his smile, his memories.Â
He would gladly become a monster for him all over again.Â
âA sword has been made for your head, after all. And a feast for your demise.âÂ
And with that, the Prince spurs his mare into a trot, his loyal guardsmen following just behind him, pulling Eddie with them. It is a small miracle that he does not stumble and fall, the floor beneath his feet unsteady as cotton as all feeling leaves his body and the world rewrites itself around him and this very moment.Â
Prince Steven wants him publicly executed. That is not what leaves Eddieâs stomach with a wave of nausea he barely manages to swallow down, panting and gasping for air as he is from running after the horses.Â
No, what leaves him with a frozen bloodstream and a panicked paralysis of the mind is that Prince Steven recognises him no longer. Remembers not the history that lies between them. The sacrifices made.Â
Were the situation any different, allowing for tears and curses cried into the dark of night without threat of detection, Eddie would have wailed. Wept at the realisation that he should have never left Steve to the claws of the King and his advisor.Â
What did they do to you? he agonises, staring at the familiar blues that attire the Prince so tragically familiar. And how do I get you back before you spell doom for yourself with my own blood?
***Â
Foolishly, Eddie has spent years of his life thinking he would never be presented with this view again: The palace in all its glory, sandstone nary white and golden, shining and gleaming in ways more sublime than the sun herself. It stole many a night from him, the thought of this vision and the heart it holds inside, a keep more than a palace, and just as out of reach for the hands of a man deemed a traitor to the kingdom.Â
But now here he is, stumbling on bleeding feet as the horse drags him into the courtyard of what used to be his home so many winters ago he has lost count. People gave gathered in the streets and alleys and up by the windows, chancing a look at the man condemned, sweat and tears dried and crusted on his cheeks, ripped clothes showing bleeding wounds from falling when the Prince demanded they ride faster.Â
He can scarcely hold his own weight anymore, his feet aching and burning, his entire body on fire and dehydrated, the world around him spinning just quickly enough that he takes too long to realise it when the Prince cuts the rope from the horseâs saddle and takes a hold of it instead. Holding Eddie like a mutt on a leash â and heâs panting like one, too.Â
Still he catches his breath long enough to lift his chin and look at the Prince, showing defiance in one simple act that in another lifetime counted as devotion. But he wants to look at him. Wants to drink him in, changed though he might be.Â
âWill you lead me to death now, Your Majesty?âÂ
The Prince says nothing as he rebinds Eddieâs wrists, securing them to his chest so he canât easily break free and the Princeâs neck in the process. A wave of pride washes over him, even as he realises that he must succumb to being a prisoner for now with no means to escape.Â
âI am but your humble subject. Where you lead, I will follow,â Eddie says with a wavering voice, just barely resisting to bow before his Prince for dramatic effect and hoping that would conceal the truth to his words.Â
âOne more word, snake,â he says, cold eyes boring into Eddieâs like a blade of ice and leaving trickles of fear in their wake, âand I will personally see to your death being so slow and painful, you will have forgotten your own name just before I am done, leaving you not enough time to remember. You will spend eternity wandering and finding no peace. Finding not even your name, as all you are has been replaced with pain.â Â
Eddie flinches away from him unwittingly, hating the cold smirk that infests that beautiful face. His Prince wouldnât talk like that. His Prince would not resort to threats of torture, inflicting fear wherever he sets foot.Â
He had heard the stories, tales of a Prince changed, accounts of the Golden Prince dimmed and dulled, a tender heart hardened and smooth edges roughened to hurt whoever dared to touch him. The first few years he had heard the tales, and still he had chosen disbelief and doubt. Refusal to believe it.Â
His Prince would never. Stevie could never.Â
And yet.Â
âWhat happened to you?â he whispers, the words leaving his mouth before he can stop them, and he watches as something shutters behind those familiar eyes.Â
âYou cut out my heart. All those years ago, when you killed him. I intend to do the same to you.âÂ
Eddie swallows, the words not making sense. He has killed many a man, those who deserved it and those who did not, but whom could he have killed to elicit such a response from the Prince?Â
âWhom?â he dares ask, preparing for a blade in his stomach or a fist in his face, ready for the guards to pull him back and pummel him until he does indeed forget his name and the rest of the world for a while.Â
But the Prince stands his ground, his cold gaze nary lifeless even as Eddieâs vision swims.Â
âEddie.âÂ
And all the blood flees his body in a rush as understanding dawns on him, leaving yet more confusion as he hears his own name fall from the Princeâs lips with such barely concealed grief and sadness that it makes his knees buckle.Â
âI intend to repay you for what you have taken from me. Settle the blood debt. Three days from now, it shall be my hand on the sword that will have your head.â
Eddie is too stunned to speak, too exhausted from two days on his feet, dragged on his feet and on his back, and the unfamiliar sensation of fear grips his whole body and intensifies the aches and pains he feels until his legs give out and he lands on his knees in front of his Prince, close to weeping once more.Â
A hand comes to rest on his chin, tipping up his face so he can meet those royal eyes, and Eddie finds himself wishing for the blade instead.Â
âGood,â Prince Steven says, his voice quiet, only for Eddie to hear. âI want to hear you beg for your life.âÂ
Eddie cannot keep a hold of the tear that breaks free and rolls down his face, leaving a trace for the Prince to follow as he undoubtedly marvels at having the great Betrayer on his knees and at a loss for words.Â
And Eddie knows he will beg. But not for his life.
***Â
Torture does come, but not from his Prince.Â
Instead it is Henry, the Kingâs advisor, who takes great pleasure in taunting him, leaving his body bloodied and bruised before he applies whatever concoction he cooked up that will leave Eddie feeling like his insides have turned to flames, leaving him to grunt and bite down on his screams as Henry weaves tales out of thin air laced with blood, sweat and tears.Â
âYou were always so gullible, the both of you,â Henry continues, though Eddie must have missed the beginning of his words, as even these ones barely reach him through the pain.Â
âWhat did you do to him?â he asks around a mouthful of blood, spitting at Henryâs feet, revealing in the sick twist of his mouth that Eddie can just barely make out as his vision blurs dangerously.Â
âWhat did we do to him? Oh, even a decade later you are still the same stupid boy you were then, hmm? It is you who did this to him. It is you who betrayed him, killing Eddie Munson and becoming Kas The Betrayer. Do you not recall?âÂ
His world tilts suddenly as Henry fills his mouth with a bitter liquid, clamping his mouth shut so Eddie has no choice but to swallow it all.Â
âSurely you do remember the way you shoved your blade between Munsonâs ribs on your way out of this cell all these years ago, cutting out his heart and making it your first feast of your newly-won freedom. Surely you remember betraying the Princeâs trust and then killing his lover and his best friend. You must remember, stupid boy, and know that your execution will bring freedom to the Princeâs mind that is so trapped in its vengefulness.âÂ
Nausea overcomes him and he retches, but Henry prevents him from throwing up and emptying his bowels to rid himself from whatever the alchemist uses to cloud his senses and reshape the world to his very own liking.Â
âShut up,â Eddie wheezes, earning a well-placed punch for his troubles. âDonât touch him. Donât you⌠Donât you touch him.âÂ
A smile fills his vision as Henry comes close to hum as he turns Eddieâs face this way and that, keeping him from shaking it as images of a false history manifest in his mind.Â
âOh, I wonât have to touch him. See, he will realise what he has done on the scaffold. The veil over his eyes will be lifted when your heart stops beating, all the pieces will fall into place, but still he will be blind, for the veil will be replaced with the ghost of you, slowly fading beneath him.âÂ
Henry is circling him, stalking him like a predator his prey. Eddie has not been prey in so long. He does not know how to suppress the shivers or the horror at the tale woven around him.Â
âAnd then, sword still in hand as it drips with your blood, despair will overcome him and he will follow you. The kingdom will be freed of the Kingâs pest of an heir, and I will lend his grieving Majesty a helping hand in ruling his kingdom. That is, of course, until he, too, ultimately succumbs to grief for his only son, leaving only myself to rebuild and reshape first the kingdom and then the whole world just the way I want.âÂ
He comes to a stop in front of him, another dark green flask in his hand.Â
âYou are but a pawn in this, Kas.âÂ
More of the bitter liquid flows down his throat and Eddie almost chokes on it, coughing it up and trying to resist, but Henry is stronger than he is. Always has been.Â
And with poison in his ears and his bloodstream alike, Henryâs words grow truths inside Kasâs mind; the memory of Eddie Munson dying on his blade, the blood dripping down his fingers as he takes a bite of the manâs heart, and the princeâs screams in his ear at this ultimate betrayal, for that heart belonged to him.Â
When he loses his grasp on consciousness, out of breath and out of his mind with pain, he wishes for the scaffold. He wishes for the Prince to take his life and settle the debt. Avenge his love. Avenge what Kas can only ever dream about.Â
***
Gradually, over the span of only three days spent in either sensory deprivation or torture, Henry manages to drain the dredges of Eddieâs false identity and replace them with what really happened; replace them with Kas. With guilt, with shame, with a debt so severe it could never be paid back as long as Kas remains alive.Â
He forgets about most of Henryâs visits, wakes up with new injuries and new memories, the reserves of water left for him tasting bitter and wrong, but he is always so desperate for it, he has not the luxury of choice.Â
The Prince never comes.Â
***Â
The third sun rises and finds Kas a broken man.Â
They lead him out in chains and shackles, like he poses any risk of escaping. Like he doesnât welcome what is about to come. Like he doesnâtâÂ
HeâŚÂ
Kas falters in his steps the very second he lays eyes on the Prince, hand resting on the hilt of a broadword that looks to be expertly crafted. A sword has been made for your head, after all. He swallows, ignoring the guard that kicks him in the shin and punches him in the neck, telling him to move forward.Â
His head aches the longer he watches the Prince, the world around him becoming hazy as guilt and shame wash over him, the feeling that this is right, this is what he deserves. And still, underneath it all, when Prince Steven meets his eyes, there is the nagging feeling that none of this is right at all. That the Prince should not be looking at him like that, should not be holding onto that sword, should not be his own executioner.Â
It splits his head, but still he is helpless against the shackles, cannot struggle when the guards pull him along instead.Â
The Prince says not a word until Kas the Betrayer kneels before him, and once again there is a wave of familiarity that comes from this action, but he cannot place it. Kas has never knelt for anyone, so it must be wrong. It must be instinct, the last desperate flare of a dying flame, leaving him disoriented, his head flooded with visions of how life could have been.Â
The headache mingles with a new wave of fevered need to live, to rip apart these shackles and kill every guardsman and the King himself before he leaves the sandstone castle behind him once more.Â
But there is also a strange sensation of calmness that tells him he is willing to let it happen like it must. He is willing to give this to the Prince and repent. He is willing to give it all up and give in to this.Â
Kas the Betrayer is ready to die. He is too tired to alter the course of fate any longer.Â
But then? Oh, a lone manâs willingness is not force strong enough to defy the will of Fate herself.Â
Because when Prince Steven opens his mouth, all the bitterness leaves Eddieâs mouth, all the visions become unveiled at the sound of that voice that for decades now has held him through pain and pleasure alike, the voice that whispered promises of a future together of even just five minutes away from prying eyes.Â
When Prince Steven opens his mouth, Kas becomes Eddie once more, coming to life again inside his own tired, exhausted, agonised head.Â
âAny last wish?âÂ
For those to be the words that save him carries a strange sense of irony, and Eddie knows itâs too late. He knows the plan will commence. Maybe itâs for the better. Ten years he has suffered without his heart, ten years spent shunned and banished and labeled a traitor to all kingdoms simply because he dared to love his Prince more than his King. Ten years that have left him tired and worn out, without a purpose to his ways.Â
And Steve, subjected to Henry and his alchemy, his poisons and potions, his bitterness that will turn your insides to flames. Steve, tortured and manipulated for ten years without Eddie there to protect him.Â
Maybe itâs for the best that it should end now. That it should end like this. He has no strength left in his body, could not free himself or the Prince even if he were foolish enough to try.Â
Still he finds himself relieved that he should die inside his own head this time. That small mercies and miracles alike will grant him this. Looking at Steve as he takes his last breaths.
So, does he have any last wish?Â
âYes,â he croaks, daring to look up into those once so beautiful eyes that hold no warmth anymore.Â
Tell me what they did to you. A kiss from my Prince. Donât turn this blade on yourself when this life has left my body. Believe me when I say this is a trap, and I am not who you think I am.
But he says none of that. Wishes for something else. Wishes not for himself.
He swallows, straightening his back. âI wish that you would⌠That you would just, just listen to me.â Fear overcomes him, and he knows these will be his last words.
The Prince inclines his head, intent at least on listening. Good. Thatâs good.Â
Because now, for the first time in a decade, Eddie will utter these words to ears that will listen. Fear grips his heart, squeezing around it until it stops. And still he speaks.Â
âI love you. And I forgive you.âÂ
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note: i posted this last night but then wanted to double check with the lovely lovely mod of steddielovemonth (kith for you!) if this was okay to post, and she said yes, so fever dream round 2! sorry for the inconvenience, thank you for the patience! đ¤
#steddie fic#steddie#steddie fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddielovemonth#this is still a fever dream of a fic#this one goes out to all the blorbos from my notes who wished for this to come back đ¤#i could (and probably should) make this a 10k thing but i kinda love the lack of context of background that comes w these types of stories#we just vibin with fucked up dynamics and more questions than the text could answer yesss#(but i keep wanting to add to it help. anyone know what's going on? no? me neither come join the club the words just be happening)#dark!fic#<- not really but the themes are there yknow#konrad von wĂźrzburg would be proud of me for this#dio words#dio's steddie ramblings
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A Small Note about the tone of PhoenixClan going forward
So anyone who has glanced at my intro post may notice I removed the portion where I talked about the tone of PhoenixClan generally being light. This is because, as I have finished writing the events of Arc 1 and am moving into writing Arc 2, I am realizing that some of these stories are getting much darker than I ever intended. In particular, Arc 2 will feature a storyline about an abusive relationship and the consequences of such a situation on the psyches of all involved. Arc 1 is not going to be finished any time soon, of course; Arc 1 will likely finish when all of the apprentices have finally become warriors, and they're not there yet. However I felt the need to publicly speak about this because I realize that the topic of abusive relationships is much heavier than many of you may be ready or willing to handle, and may even hit too close to home for some of you. My original promise of PhoenixClan as a lighthearted story, while definitely applicable to Arc 1, will not continue for Arc 2, and I believe you all deserve a heads-up on that long before it happens. I could theoretically remove the storyline, but personally I believe that not only is this the logical direction of this story, I also do not want to overly censor the art I am making or stop myself from depicting things that I want to depict because it may be upsetting. That said, I will be crafting Arc 1 in such a way that, like the first arc of the Warrior Cats series proper, if you want to stop reading and pretend the first arc is the final one, you're absolutely free to. I will not begrudge any of you for not being interested in the darker themes of Arc 2 when we get there. All I ask is that you continue engaging with PhoenixClan with a clear and open mind, and I hope to earn the trust of you all to handle these darker topics.
#just figured this was worth a warning#I know some people really hate dark stories#I tend to love them but I obviously will not go overboard with it here#I don't want to write anything TOO traumatizing of course#but I would not be an honest author if I did not allow my work to flow where it needs to go#and this storyline in particular is one that has been both cathartic and powerful for me to write#so I hope that if you choose to continue on to Arc 2 that you will trust my abilities
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hereâs a drabble idea!
Nightmare sans x dog monster! reader
so the premise is that the dear reader is a dog like doggo, greater dog, lesser dog, etc
and if we want to get REAL specific the dog breed reader is a konoki dog!
Hi! Thank you for submitting this idea!
I was shocked how quickly I managed to think of something for this prompt. I hope you don't mind that I made it a fantasy and soulmate au. I actually haven't written this sort of thing before and I am still buzzing with ideas.
I never heard of a Konoki dog before this and they look super cute! I haven't written this type of character before so I hope you like them. I certainly have fallen in love with them! (I affectionately call them Koko in my notes!)
By the way, I renamed Nightmare (and a few others!) for this to make him a more unique character. There's a note at the bottom for the meanings of their names too.
The Dark Fortress
Nightmare x Kokoni!Dog Monster Reader
Fantasy & Soulmate AU
Word Count: 6, 219
You woke up to the sound of rain softly pattering on your tent. The light was rather dim so you estimated the sun wasn't up just yet. Still, it couldn't hurt to get up and do some quick exercises before your day properly started.
The rain made the air smell good - slightly earthy with a hint of the harsher scent of ozone. The only bad thing was that you didn't like having wet fur, especially when on a mission, since it stuck to your armour and meant your weapon was harder to hang onto.
The scent in the air reminded you of a reoccurring dream that you'd been having your whole life. While the circumstances were different each time, there was always a distinctive smell present. It was earthy and sweet with aromatic undertones similar to liquorice or fennel. It was also slightly spicy or maybe salty was a better description? This smell seemed to belong to someone but you'd never been able to see what they looked like.
Not everyone believed in the concept of soulmates but you couldn't find any other explanation for why you kept dreaming about this one smell. There were instances where a few dogs had been plagued by a particular smell and then ended up finding their soulmate, but this was always in real life and never only in a dream.
With a sigh, you meticulously fastened the straps and buckles that held your armour together. While many of your fellow soldiers preferred full plate, you liked the mobility that light armour provided. This combined with your smaller size and slight frame made you the perfect scout or assassin for the Royal Guard.
You didn't have time this morning to contemplate the possibility of meeting your soulmate. You had a duty to perform and any distractions could put the lives of both you and your comrades in danger.
Your mission was to investigate the dark fortress that had appeared overnight a few months ago in the neighboring Kingdom of Shiftingtails. The kingdom's forces had apparently been completely overrun and destroyed in a matter of days. Word on the conditions inside the country had been scarce but the handful of refugees that had made it out all told harrowing tales of their escape.
Whatever magic that had created the fortress was dangerous. It corrupted the land, killing both plants and animals alike, so that nothing could survive. It was said that it could kill people as well but no one knew exactly how. There were also accounts of the dark horde and their master but no one could decide on what they looked like.
Some claimed that an army of the dead suddenly came to life and raided their homes. Others claimed there were only three skeletons responsible for the destruction. Yet there were other accounts of a single skeleton covered in the dark fortress' corruption with black tendrils. No one wanted to talk about this one any more than they had to though.
You hadn't known what to make of the accounts at first, but the deeper you and your comrades pressed into enemy territory, the more truth they seemed to hold. Thankfully, the Royal Scientist had found a way to counteract the majority of the corruption's effects, so as long as the protective coating on your armour remained intact, you would be safe.
It didn't ease your anxiety though and you knew that your comrades were also suffering from restlessness. It had been days since you had even been in combat, even longer since killing anything, and you just wanted to get this over with.
You weren't particularly bloodthirsty but even you had to admit that you secretly enjoyed the rush that came whenever a person died by your hand. It wasn't something that you went out of your way to do, even though being a soldier often put you in those situations. Everyone knew that while sometimes unavoidable, gaining EXP and especially LV, was a slippery slope to insanity. And so during basic training, it was stressed that it was preferable to incapacitate your foes and only kill as a last resort.
You emerged from your tent and stretched your limbs. It seemed like a few of your fellow soldiers were already up and about, which meant another day of marching was upon you. At least you were within sight of the dark fortress now. It wouldn't be long before you would be able to hear the satisfying sound of your meteor hammer crushing bones and inhale the scent of fresh blood again.
~ ~ /â á â ・â ęâ ・â áâ \ ~ ~
Breaching the gate had been difficult but not impossible.
There had been a small horde of tall black skeletons but against the heavily armoured likes of your fellow guardsmen, they were soon cut down. While the skeletons had also been heavily armoured and wielded greataxes, a well placed blow was pretty much all it took to fell them. Even you managed to take one down, although its body didn't turn to dust and simply faded away, and you didn't even get any EXP from it.
That was strange but not unusual if they were merely summons and not actual monsters. Still, whoever summoned them must have an immense mana pool, especially if they were also the one who'd created the dark fortress in the first place.
The moment you and your fellow soldiers entered the courtyard, you were suddenly set upon by three assailants. They were fast, and with how easily they could dodge attacks or appear behind you, must have some form of instant teleportation ability.
You were forced to fight back to back with Sir Draco, which meant your ranged attacks were less effective since you had to be mindful of your meteor hammer's arc. Your own mana was limited so you were forced to fend off blows with your trusty dagger, which you normally only used for finishing off your enemies.
The three skeletons looked similar, like they could be cousins, but at the same time they were quite different from each other. They were on a whole other level from the dark hordes earlier and you were starting to worry that this could soon turn hairy.
Greater and Lesser Dog were currently taking on a giant of skeleton who had half his skull caved in, a blood red eyelight in his left socket, and wielded a massive, wicked-looking greataxe. He wore a suit of mismatched armour of various materials and styles that had been pieced together seemingly at random. It looked to be mostly plate and hide armour though.
Captain Undyne and Sir Bunbun were holding off a wiry skeleton, who had what looked like corruption pouring out of his eye sockets, a crimson glowing target floating above his chest, and wielded nothing but a cruel dagger as well as his own magic against them. He wore a form-fitting suit of black leather armour that was reminiscent of what the former Shiftingtails Kingdom's scouts used to wear.
You and Sir Draco were focusing on a shorter skeleton who was constantly switching between bone attacks and trying to stab both of you with a well-polished shortsword. He had red eyelights but the left one also had a ring of blue and he wore a red cuirass with a hood and dusty chainmail over top.
"Fall back!" You heard Captain Undyne shout. "We can't let them separate us!"
You and your comrades began shifting towards the gate in an attempt to keep them from attacking your flanks. Although, you'd only taken a few steps when your nose caught a particularly familiar scent. It was sharp, earthy and yet sweet at the same time - the exact scent from your dreams. But where was it coming from?
You noticed a flicker of red out of the corner of your eye and just managed to dodge yet another strike from the hooded skeleton. He scowled and you bared your teeth in response before he darted out of your reach again. He smelled like smoke and death so it certainly wasn't him.
"Come on, pup. If we don't move now, they'll cut us off from the others," Sir Draco rumbled as he blocked another volley of bone bullets with his shield.
You sniffed the air intently, barely hearing what he'd said. That scent...they were here somewhere... Your soulmate was here!
Without really thinking, you darted off in the direction that you were certain the scent was coming from, disregarding the fact that you were also running away from your comrades. You just managed to dodge a bone bullet the hooded skeleton summoned, although it did graze your side. You could hear Undyne shouting at you to return but you didn't listen and kept running. It seemed like no one was actually chasing after you but you could still hear the clash of weapons at the gate, so maybe your comrades had kept them occupied?
The scent was coming from further inside the fortress and only grew stronger the further you ventured, until you managed to slip into a dark building and close the door behind you.
Your paws were great at muffling your footsteps and thanks to your nose, you knew that you were close to the source of the scent. You stepped cautiously around furniture and through passageways until you entered the largest library you'd ever seen.
There was light here, from various lanterns and candles peppered throughout the room, which you were grateful for since you couldn't really see in the dark, although you couldn't help but feel uneasy. You slipped between bookshelves and your ears twitched as you strained to hear the slightest sound. Other than the clinking of the length of chain in your paws and that of your own armour, everything seemed quiet.
Too quiet.
The scent was everywhere and you were starting to have a hard time pinpointing which direction to keep moving in. The fur on the back of your neck suddenly stood on end and you quickly turned, only to come face to face with another skeleton.
He was covered in corruption and four tendrils undulated restlessly behind his back. He wore no armour but underneath the black ooze he seemed to be wearing fancy clothing. He had a gold circlet on his skull and a single cyan eyelight in his left eye socket, as his right was covered by the ooze.
You had barely registered his appearance when he lashed out with his tentacles, slamming you against a nearby bookshelf. You let out a yelp from the impact and heard your meteor hammer clatter to the ground as you lost your grip on the chain.
"Who let a mutt into my home?" the skeleton hissed.
You squirmed but your attempts to escape only caused his tendrils to coil tighter around your body, until it was difficult to breathe.
He drew closer until you were only a few inches apart and narrowed his good eye socket at you. "Are you even a soldier?"
Your eyes widened as it occurred to you that the smell that had haunted you for years was from him. He was your soulmate. Him...the one who'd overthrown an entire country singlehandedly was your one and only.
You pawed at the tendrils around your body. "You're... You're the one..." you managed to gasp.
His smile widened and he let out an amused chuckle. "I'm what? I assure you that whatever you're about to say, I've heard it all before." He let out a sigh and loosened the grasp his tentacles had on you ever so slightly. "But I suppose I can humour you a little bit..."
You couldn't help but cough the moment you could breath properly again. After taking in several lungfuls of air, you looked up at him before trying to explain.
"You're the one I've been dreaming about all my life. My soulmate..."
He stared at you for what felt like an eternity but in reality was probably only a minute. He raised his bonebrows slightly but otherwise showed no further reaction to this revelation.
"Well... That's actually a new one." He chuckled and stepped back a bit but noticeably didn't let go of you. "My apologies, it seems I underestimated you slightly. You're amusing at the very least..."
You huffed and crossed your arms. "I'm serious! I've been looking for so long and now I've actually found you."
He rolled his eyelight before giving you an odd look. "I don't believe you. I don't have a soulmate," he muttered.
"Of course you do! I wouldn't have sought you out if we weren't meant to be together!"
"It's not possible, alright?"
"But-"
His tendrils suddenly constricted once more, although your ability to breath wasn't as impeded this time. You couldn't possibly break out of his hold now and you were all but forced to stay still.
"I mean it," he growled. "Now, I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to tell me the truth, understand?"
"Yeah, okay. Just, not so tight please?"
He pointedly ignored your request as if you hadn't said anything at all. "Why are you actually here?"
"My comrades and I were ordered to investigate this place and if possible, take down the source of the corruption. Although, it seems that's you, isn't it?"
"Yes, I am. My name is Lord Donovan, the new ruler of this land." There was a twinge of pride in his voice and he puffed out his ribcage slightly. "Where are your comrades?"
You didn't like how ominous his tone sounded but there was no reason to lie to him. "They're probably still fighting your men at the gate, at least they were before I caught your scent and sought you out."
He gave you an incredulous look. "You broke rank on the off chance that I was your so called soulmate? What a foolish thing to do, almost as foolish as coming here in the first place."
You wrinkled your nose and let out a frustrated huff. "You are my soulmate!" you growled. "How many times do I have to tell you that before it gets through your thick skull?!"
He abruptly yanked you closer until your foreheads were nearly touching, but so that he was leering down at you. "Listen well, mutt. I am not your soulmate. I am an entity of pure hatred and spite. I am incapable of love or any remotely positive feeling for that matter."
"S-surely there's a way to find out?" you whimpered.
He sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Yes, there is a divination ritual that can be performed, but such a thing takes time, something you don't have right now."
You squirmed in his grip. "I don't need some fancy ritual to prove that you're wrong. If you just, let me go for a moment, I'll show you."
He eyed you warily before taking a glance around the library. "Fine, but don't try anything. I would prefer if you didn't ruin any of these tomes with your useless dust."
You gave him a curt nod, although the casual threat wasn't lost on you. "Same goes for you."
He released his tendrils, dropping you unceremoniously to the ground but you managed to land your feet. After straightening your armour and retrieving the weapon you'd dropped earlier, you turned back to him again.
Lord Donovan stood with arms crossed and a critical expression on his face. "I'm surprised that you would risk turning your back on an enemy," he commented.
You chuckled, "Well, you just said that you didn't want to ruin these books."
He narrowed his eye socket. "I could've lied..."
You snorted but chose not to needle him further. Instead, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes before pressing a paw against your chestplate.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm baring my soul to you. What does it look like?" you retorted.
You could feel him judging you but he made no move to interrupt. "You're a fool," he finally stated.
You ignored him and drew your soul out, letting the upside down white heart float lazily in your palm. It wasn't perfect like it had once been but the faint cracks spoke of the many battles you'd survived to get to this point. You could even see your stats, which was only further proof of your strength and the deeds you'd committed for it.
When you met his gaze again, you noticed that he looked a bit uncomfortable. His permanent grin had fallen and he was doing his best not to look at your soul directly. He actually reminded you a little of a bashful child at the moment.
"How does this," he vaguely gestured at you, "actually prove anything?"
You had to grit your teeth to keep from laughing at him. Had he never been taught how these things worked? Even an eight year old could understand the significance of baring your soul to your fated.
"The frequency of our souls are the same and that means we are soulmates," you responded.
He scoffed at that. "I'm not showing you my soul."
"Come on... If you'll just do this one thing, you'll know that I'm right!"
He frowned and shook his skull.
"Please, I'm not trying to trick you..." When he made no move to respond, you sighed and held out your paws. "I understand that you don't trust me; I probably wouldn't either if I was in your position. You can hold my hands if you want, I promise I won't hurt you."
He eyed them for a moment. "Fine...but on one condition..."
You nodded vigorously, "Of course!"
"If you really want to see my soul, then I can't have you leave, at least not alive... Are you actually willing to give up everything, including your friends and family, on something as improbable as being soulmates?"
"With all due respect, I am a soldier. I live each day as if it were my last, as does my family. When I was ordered to come here, I did so knowing that I likely wouldn't return and if this is the price I must pay to find my soulmate, then I am willing."
He seemed to consider your words for a moment before meeting your eyes again. His cyan eyelight flickered for a moment before a new look crossed his face. It almost seemed like one of respect but you couldn't entirely be sure.
"Very well then, if you're certain you won't live to regret it."
He hesitated for a moment but when you didn't pull away, he stepped closer and coiled two of his tendrils around your wrists. His grip was firm but surprisingly gentle and he lifted your paws over your head, so there was no way for you to attack him. In this position, your height discrepancy was much more obvious and you felt rather small next to him.
You felt completely exposed like this, even though you were still wearing your armour. Having your soul floating freely with no way to shield it from anyone else's eyes was honestly a little terrifying. He could strike you down in an instant and there wouldn't be anything you could do about it.
Lord Donovan brought his hand to his ribcage, mimicking the gesture you had made earlier. He focused for a second before pulling his own soul from his body. It wasn't shaped anything like you'd expected, instead it was more oblong than heart-shaped, much like the cross section of an apple. It was jet black with a cyan flare around the edges and seemed like it too was coated in corruption like the rest of his body.
You couldn't help but find his soul oddly beautiful but you kept your comments to yourself for a moment. Instead, you watched him calmly for what he'd do next.
He seemed to be contemplating something before gingerly bringing his soul closer to your own. You were thankful that he didn't let them touch, instead holding it a few inches away.
You waited with baited breath.
At first, your souls simply floated there, slowly thrumming with latent mana.
Suddenly you felt an intense pulse pass through your soul.
It was unlike anything you'd ever felt before, although slightly similar to the high that you'd experienced a few times when your LV increased, except way better. There was a rush of power but also a strong euphoric feeling that made all your uneasiness ebb away.
Donovan seemed utterly stunned. His cyan eyelight had shrunk down at least two sizes and he stood stock still like a statue.
"You felt that?" you whispered, although you couldn't keep yourself from grinning like a maniac.
He seemed completely at a loss for words and it took him a moment to even register that you'd asked a question at all. "I... Yes...I felt that..."
"Do you believe me now?"
"You were right about the frequency being the same..." He finally tore his gaze away from your souls and gave you an intense look. "You can't leave me."
You chuckled and tried to move your arms, only to remember that he still had you restrained. "A deal's a deal. I saw your soul and we're soulmates now; seems fair to me."
"Indeed..." he murmured, before guiding his soul back into his ribcage. You noticed that he hesitated to do the same for you.
You chuckled softly at his apparent awkwardness. "I can do it myself if you'd rather not, you'll just have to let me go first."
"No, it's fine..." He took great care not to graze your soul with his claws as he returned it to it's proper place in your chest. His movements were rather stiff though, almost like he was handling fine china and was afraid of smashing it.
His hand lingered for a moment, as if he was debating if he should actually touch you or not, before pulling away. "Forgive me...but this is a lot to take in at the moment. I never thought-" He cut himself off and changed the subject. "I never even asked for your name..."
You smiled and told him your name as his tendrils around your arms loosened, allowing you to lower them back to your sides, but not actually letting go just yet. The tips wound softly through your fingers like they were curious or maybe they just wanted to hold you like a lover might.
"I suppose there is still the matter of your former comrades." He looked off in the direction you thought the gate was in before asking a question. "How would you prefer I deal with them?"
You felt your heartbeat quicken. "I'd prefer they leave with their lives, but knowing Captain Undyne, she wouldn't give up until every one of her men got out safely."
"That poses a problem," he hummed and tapped his mandible thoughtfully. "As my own won't quit until they eliminate all resistance."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Maybe I could talk to my comrades and convince them to leave?"
"No." His expression darkened and he turned back to you. "They won't leave if they see that you're alive."
"So what do we do?"
He thought for a moment before turning to leave the library, tugging you along with his tentacles. "I have an idea, come with me."
You let out a small yip as you nearly stumbled over your own hind feet while trying to follow him. He spared you a glance over his shoulder but kept quickly moving through the dark passageways. He did mercifully let go of one of your arms so you would have a bit more balance though.
He led you into a room that, from the shelves of tonics and the racks of drying herbs, reminded you of an apothecary. The various herbs and ingredients all melded together into a slightly musty smell that you weren't fond of.
Donovan pulled a specific vial down from the shelf and brought it over to the work bench. You walked over and leaned against it to see what he was doing. After adding a few ingredients and swirling it together, he turned back to you.
"I need you to trust me..." He trailed off and glanced away before muttering, "Not that I've done anything to deserve your trust so far..."
You gave him a gentle smile and stepped closer to put your paw on his arm. He inadvertently jumped at the contact but didn't pull away.
"Of course I trust you. Whatever your plan is, I'll go along with it."
His bonebrows furrowed and he lightly stroked the fur on the side of your face with his claws. "Can I have your dagger?"
"I'm surprised you even noticed I had one," you chuckled as you drew the blade from its sheath and held it out to him.
He hummed and took it from your grasp. "I think you'll find that there isn't much that escapes my attention." He eyed the sharp edge for a moment before glancing back at you. "How attached are you to this?"
You frowned slightly. Your dagger wasn't too special to the naked eye but it had served you well ever since you'd been gifted it after your first successful mission. Even though it wasn't your primary weapon, any of your comrades would recognize it as yours if they saw it.
"It's just a dagger," you answered. "It's a small sacrifice to be with you forever."
He watched you for a moment before nodding. "Very well. This will hurt, but I'm only going to do what's necessary for you to be free of them."
You felt his tendrils coil around your body, cradling and holding you in place. He caressed your face and seemed to study your eyes for a second longer. You took a steadying breath and nodded.
And then he ran you through with the dagger.
You should've found something to bite down on before agreeing to this but your scream of pain was cut off when he abruptly yanked you into a kiss. It was a rough kiss and, if he wasn't holding you in place, you might've fallen over from the forcefulness.
He pulled away quickly and pressed the vial to your lips. It had a harsh taste but you managed to get it down without choking. Almost immediately, you felt an odd warmth flood your body and your eyelids began to grow heavy.
Lord Donovan laid you down on a bed that hadn't been in the room and you wondered if he'd brought you somewhere else. You knew he'd just inflicted what would normally be a mortal wound but somehow your body wasn't falling to pieces. If it weren't for the pain and sudden exhaustion, you probably could've run a mile. Whatever was in that tonic was obviously far stronger than any healing potion you'd ever been able to afford.
Your gaze met his own and when you held eye contact, he seemed relieved. He still held your dagger but it was thoroughly coated in what you instinctively knew was your own dust so that not even the handle was spared. He then took it in two of his tendrils and snapped the blade in half, as if it were nothing but a twig and not hardened steel.
Your shocked expression must've been concerning as he frowned and moved closer to you again. He combed his claws through the fur between your ears in a comforting manner.
"I'm sorry, but this needs to be as convincing as possible if they are to leave and not return in some foolhardy attempt to rescue you."
You swallowed thickly and managed to nod.
"Rest now, I will deal with them myself. You have my word that they won't be unnecessarily harmed."
You were out before he even left the room.
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You awoke to the sound of several unknown voices. There was a loud voice that spoke the most and the fastest, a softer and more raspy voice that occasionally answered the first's questions, and then there was a third much deeper voice who only spoke in clipped one word answers. They immediately fell quiet as soon as they realized that you were awake.
When you risked cracking open your eyes, you came face to face with one of the skeletons from earlier, specifically the one that had corruption leaking from his eye sockets. His skull took up most of your field of view but you could just barely make out the other two skeletons near the doorway.
"well well, look who's finally awake~" he teased.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "I suppose so. Now can you back up a bit?"
He smirked but mercifully stepped away from the bed so you could sit up. Your armour had been removed at some point although you were still wearing your tunic. You would likely need new gear after Donovan stabbed you anyways, but you didn't like being in the same room as three very dangerous people while unprotected.
There was still some pain but you seemed perfectly fine otherwise. Maybe later you'd have to check where the wound had been to see how it had healed. You could feel that a bandage had been wrapped around your abdomen but that was all that seemed to have happened.
"so, word is you and the boss are thick as thieves all of the sudden..."
You glanced up at him sharply. There was no point in denying it but should you really tell them why he'd spared your life?
He chuckled and glanced over at the other two, who seemed like they could care less. "we've just been dying to meet you, haven't we?"
The large skeleton huffed and the hooded one merely rolled his eyelights.
He didn't seem phased by their lackluster enthusiasm and soon turned back to you again. "you got a name then, cutie?" he asked way too sweetly.
You raised your head and squared your shoulders before introducing yourself.
"aw, it suits you!" He grinned, although it was a tad too wide. "i suppose introductions are in order then..."
"the big guy goes by maul," he said and pointed him out to you. He bent down to whisper in your ear, "he doesn't talk much, but between you and me, it's rumoured that he used to be the headsman during the coup in the horrur kingdom."
You believed it. The way you'd seen him swing that greataxe was proof enough of his strength. You were curious how he got the head wound if he was just the executor, but you weren't about to ask.
Maul's single red eyelight observed you coolly before he nodded slightly. At least he didn't seem like he wanted to tear you apart right away.
"mr. broody goes by reven." He directed your attention to the skeleton in question before repeating what he'd done earlier. "pretty sure he still wears his old paladin armour, despite breaking his oath after his brother got dusted. he's the one responsible for the crimson stabbings, didn't you know?"
You pulled the sheets slightly closer and swallowed nervously. You remembered how afraid everyone had been during that time and how at a loss your superiors had been. The murders had gone on for years before just stopping without any conclusion being reached.
Reven narrowed his eye sockets suspiciously but he seemed to like the effect that his supposed reputation had on you.
"it's actually kinda impressive you held him off for as long as you did back there~"
Reven scowled at his loud mouthed compatriot's words and crossed his arms. You certainly didn't feel proud of yourself and if it wasn't for Sir Draco, you knew he would've overwhelmed you quickly.
Trying to distract yourself, you turned to the last unnamed skeleton in the room, who was still a bit to close for your comfort. "And who are you?" you asked.
"You can call me Dirk, or anything else you feel partial to~" He practically beamed at the revelation that you were even remotely interested in his backstory. "I used to run with some brigands and we made a decent killing for a while. Although, I was always meant for something more than that boring life so I killed them instead."
You didn't know what you had been expecting but how flippant he was about committing murder was more than a little unsettling. You really shouldn't have been so surprised though.
"Your armour doesn't belong to you, does it?" you asked carefully.
"oh yeah." He grinned before adding, "i stabbed a guy for it!"
You ran a hand down your face and sighed. "Of course, why did I think you would've done anything otherwise?"
In an effort to change the subject, you glanced at the others and asked a different question. "What happened to...my companions?"
Neither Maul nor Reven seemed interested in answering although the latter suppressed a small chuckle.
Dirk pulled a face and shook his skull. "they ran like cowards," he muttered.
You frowned. "That doesn't sound quite right. Are you sure?"
"well... the fish lady got pretty mad when the boss revealed that you were 'dead'..." He made finger quotes and chuckled. "she actually tried to fight him but he taught her a lesson real quick."
Reven chuckled as well. "she had to be hauled away by the rest of them..." he muttered under his breath.
You felt your heart drop. Donovan had promised that he wouldn't kill them, but you still couldn't help feeling concerned. What if she succumbed to her injuries before getting to safety?
"hey."
You glanced over at Dirk and immediately noticed that his permanent grin had fallen slightly.
"how do we know that you didn't just trick the boss into thinking you two are... what's it called?" he paused for emphasis before continuing, "soulmates, or some other dumb crap?"
He took a step closer to the bed and you inadvertently tried to back away from him. Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the other two had seemed to take interest as well. Maul stayed by the door, although his grin widened in an unsettling way and he crossed his arms. Reven narrowed his eye sockets and took a few steps closer.
"Of course not! I wouldn't-"
Your protest was cut off when Donovan suddenly materialized on your other side. The boys paused and turned to look at him, although at first he said nothing and shot each of them a look of displeasure. Without saying a word, he wrapped your body up in a few of his tendrils and pulled you closer to him.
"If any of you so much as look at my soulmate wrong, I will not hesitate to strip your souls from your miserable bodies and torment you for eternity," he growled quietly.
You felt a shiver run down your spine but his threat seemed to have an effect on the boys. Maul glanced away and Reven seemed to visibly deflate. Dirk seemed to grow uncomfortable but outwardly didn't appear intimidated.
Donovan eyed each of them for several long seconds before he turned to you and seemed to visibly relax. He gave you what was supposed to be a comforting smile but it still looked a little scary on him.
"I didn't go for a killing blow but holding back is a little difficult for me. She'll probably just lose an eye if treated properly," he stated. His tone came across as pretty ominous but you did feel some relief that he'd at least attempted to keep his word.
"Thank you, I appreciate that you still tried."
~ ~ /â á â ・â ęâ ・â áâ \ ~ ~
Later, once you were properly healed, Dirk approached you in the common area while you were attempting to salvage what you could from your old armour. You inadvertently tensed up but he flashed you a smile that was probably supposed to look friendly.
"so, i've been thinking," he started to say.
You raised an eyebrow. "That's worrying," you responded with an awkward laugh.
Across the room, you heard Reven snicker but he didn't bother trying to join in.
Dirk's smile grew wider. "heh... anyways, each of us has a place on the team. maul is the muscle, reven is good with both melee and ranged fighting, and i'm the assassin but i dabble in ranged attacks too. so, what do you do?"
You took a moment to think it over. You wanted to get along with them and if proving yourself a competent teammate would help, you were determined to do your best.
"Well, I'm generally a forward scout but I'm more than capable of holding my own in melee combat."
Dirk nodded, "fun! i guess we'll have to eventually come up with a nickname for you." He held out his hand and tilted his skull all the while smirking at you. "welcome to the dark fortress."
You grasped his hand and smiled. Maybe you'd like being here a lot more than you originally thought.
Notes:
A meteor hammer is kind of like a flail. It is a weapon with one or two weights attached to a length of chain. It may be impractical, but I had a distinct mental picture of MC swinging it around that I loved.
Donovan is an Irish name and means dark warrior.
Maul is actually named after the weapon of the same name (although the verb is kinda fitting too!).
Reven is short for revenant and a nod to one of the coolest characters in Star Wars (Darth Revan).
Dirk is named for a type of dagger.
Did you catch what kingdom was taken over by Donovan and his gang? I had a hard time coming up with one that made sense so Storyshift it was. In this world, each AU is its own kingdom, meaning pretty much every major AU can and probably does exist somewhere or somehow.
#raccoons drabbles#undertale#dreamtale#fantasy au#soulmate au#nightmare x reader#nightmare#reader#dog monster reader#killer sans#dust sans#horror sans#nightmare's soul shape is not original to me#not sure who came up with it but maybe wishing-stones?#i really love these characters and i have so many more ideas#maybe i'll write a follow up sometime?#i just mashed a ton of aus together so anyone can join in the story!#i would love to answer questions and go feral about this in the future!#i live for dark possessive characters now...#the dark fortress
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s3 episode 20 thoughts
dare i say it, once again⌠new favorite episode??
okay, my previous favorite episode was an ENTIRELY different direction from this one, but iâd say there should be one best episode for serious stuff and one best episode for the silly!!! and this takes the silly crown!! and tbh i can't make an actual hard and fast rating anyway because there are so many great things to choose from- but this is amongst them, for me, in terms of legendary episodes!
please, join me on this ride, which i enjoyed each second of, and will need to someday rewatch without pausing every 0.5 seconds to jot something i noticed down. the live experience begins beneath the cut.
itâs been 84 yearsâŚ. (3 days since iâve seen an episode)
ooo, this sounds interesting! is scully going to work with an author?? are we gonna learn more about the things that she reads?? this is prime content to a person like me
starsâŚ. space shipâŚ.. filled with tubes and wires and other such thingsâŚâŚ just kidding!!! itâs a guy working on some electrical stuff. whilst two people drive by!! i thought they were mulder and scully at first but they are not
âum, i donât want to scare you, but i think iâm madly in love with youâ says this guy who is not mulder but actually named harold to this girl who is not scully but is actually named chrissy. OH! and this is the first date. so that was a weird thing to say. i thought it was quite sweet at first but that changes things for sure.
GASP! UFO be upon them. creatures are coming out to get them. she asks what they are and he says âhow the hell should i know?â ooo ooo i know! they are aliens đ˝ and then the two fall on top of each other like they are knocked out⌠and the aliens drag them away????Â
until a king kong looking fellow rolls up. very puppet-y. and the aliens donât know what this creature is either!!! and also ask what that thing is and the response is âhow the hell should i know?â haha i see what you did there... out aliening the alien
bum bum bum bumâŚ. (<- my attempt at recreating the noise of the intro)
now, what was that? i'm stuck on the king kong and godzilla love child puppetâŚ.
scan up on mulderâs iconic poster!!! and a guy is here who is yet again not mulder. his name is mr. chung and mulder will NOT talk to him⌠oooh, what is their beefâŚ?
mr. chung is saying he always felt alienated on this planet, who can even imagine actual aliens! and he has a point there.
oh! scully is a big fan of this fellow, which is why she agreed to talk to this guy!!! he calls her beautiful, which is true, but time and placeÂ
so he isnât even interested in aliens, but his publisher said he should write a book on the matter. he is going to create a NEW genre: non fiction science fiction, a gimmick that will give him money. this seems somewhat disappointing to scully, who must be a believer in artistic integrity, but i find his honesty refreshing.
she wants him to tell the truth, but apparently he spent 3 months in kass county where all this stuff went down, and NO ONE could tell him what actually happened. the truth is just as subjective as reality. which sounds like something i learned in history class. and, it helps explain why everyone with an alien story starts with some variation of, "i know this sounds crazy, but"...
so he wants HER version of hearing of the case. also he touches her arm and... let's slow down a little there, mr. chung.
OHHH we are seeing a story told in flashbacks!!!! narrated by scully!! how wonderful!!!
this girl is suffering from âmissing timeâ, a phenomenon we have come to know well here on this blog. also her clothes are inside out and she has signs of abuse. not looking great for her.
apparently mulder prefers the term âabducteeâ to âexperiencerâ, which mr. chung has valid disagreements with. we go on, however.
this poor girl is seeing aliens that are not there and her nose is bleeding. WAIT! itâs the guy from before! harold and chrissy! he comes to her window to say he did everything he could but she rejects him, thinking he had drugged and assaulted her. yikes.
harold is testifying that he was abducted by aliens, but no one believes him. he stuck to his story UNTIL our agents arrived!
(MULDER SAYS SOMETHING VERY OUT OF POCKET HERE ABOUT GOING TO PRISON BUT LET'S KEEP MOVING)
despite this announcement of presumed prison time, mulder brings chrissy in for questioning. asking her if she has all the symptoms of âpost abduction disorderâ, which she confirms, while scully rolls her eyes with great force in the background. and he talks the girlâs parents into letting her do hypnosis.
âwhat is your opinion of hypnosis?â, mr. chung asks scully, which is something i also have been dying to know! i mean, we saw her do a little bit before, but it didnât seem to be a positive experience. she says it has therapeutic value, but has never been proven to enhance memory; it even makes memory worse. a very balanced and doctor-ly answer!Â
LMAO scully is so cute⌠mr. chung mentions another book he wrote and she proclaims it âone of the greatest thrillers ever writtenâ <- STOP I LOVE HER SHE IS SUCH A NERRRRD đđ
mr. chung said the FBI knew nothing about how hypnosis worked back during the MK ULTRA days⌠and he is fascinated by the idea of a personâs consciousness being transformed by listening to words. admittedly very fascinating! you could probably say the same about meditation, no?
(but he speaks to the power of storytelling, i realize now in hindsight! how we find ourselves wrapped up in the tales of things that never happened, how it fills us with sorrow or joy! how fascinating! i see what you did there, writers!)
cutscene to hypnotizing chrissy. who is seeing aliens. she is on a space ship wearing a fit that looks very similar to a lady gaga chromatica era performance, but it has tubes attached to her. harold is in a very similar contraption!!!!
she says the aliens are arguing without moving their mouths and she hears the lead alien in her head saying itâs for the good of her planet. and he is stealing her memories? um. for what purpose...
scully is serving looks in the corner while this goes down, looking mad as hell and very good. she says chrissy's abduction story seems a little TOO typical⌠and i have to agree! but mulder says no, there are TWO people with the same story! they can't both be lying, surely!
LMAOOOO they play with censoring the dude who comes in and yells at them⌠âwell, of course he didnât actually say âbleepedââÂ
(BAHAHA iâm loving this insight into how scullyâs memories operate. so this angry man is named detective manners)
âyou still gonna hold the boy?â âoh, you bet your blankety-blank bleep i amâ <- i am a simple woman, and an actor delivering these lines with a straight face whilst surrounded by other actors keeping a very straight face is going to make me cackle. look at her looking so bored while he says that. iâm howling!!!!
anyway, harold has a very different story on what went down that night, that did not seem to involve gaga-inspired fits, but instead they were both placed in electrified cages. while another alien in a nearby cage smokes a cigarette. he seems to be what i would call âan unbothered kingâ
in this story, harold claims that he will protect chrissy and never let anything happen to her, and of course something immediately happens to her while he hides in the corner like a baby. lmao.
and this alien is talking in english! not telepathically! he keeps repeating âthis is not happeningâ until harold ALSO gets taken by the thing that took chrissy.Â
mulder is trying to figure out what is going on, but his predictions arenât lining up with what happened to harold. scully is pacing and looking pissed, and again, very pretty.
âyou know when youâre a kid, and you tore the legs off a bug for no reason?â, asks harold (cutscene to mulderâs face with visible confusion) LMAOOOOOOO
scully getting to business: did you engage in consensual sexual intercourse that night? she is not messing around! she's had it up to here with the shenanigans of harold and chrissy!
harold is very very quiet until he says that her father will kill him if he finds out!!! gasp!!! confirmation!!!
so is this whole story just⌠a cover up??? for fornication???
scully vs mulder time. âso what if theyâre having sex?â he asks, which is funny coming from him; and anyway, he claims it happened BEFORE the alien stuff went down. but she thinks theyâre traumatized, and that is more likely than alien abduction.Â
until detective manners bursts in and claims he has an eyewitness to what went down! he used more blanks and bleeps and again the straight faces killllll me
and ALL OF THEM telling their stories start with âi know how crazy this all soundsâ just as mr. chung had described LMAOOO. now who tf is this dude who says he was an eyewitness?
(iâm taking soooo many notes because i keep laughing and noting things. which is a good problem to have!)
this dude, named roky, spent 48 hours straight writing down what he saw, and said that by looking at this, they are putting their lives in danger. so okay. better be juicy.
he says his garage door opened up, a car pulled in, and a man told him some facts about venus. he says they put him in a trance! and that they were in all blackâŚâŚ
mr. chung says that myths of men in black garments are nothing new!!! so take THAT, men in black legends, you are one of many.
back at roky's place, the other dude in black says jimmy carter thought he saw a UFO once, but it was just venus. roky is scandalized, grabs his paper, and states that he is a REPUBLICAN.
(omg jimmy carter is going to be 100 in a few months god willingâŚ..)
this man in black is saying that roky saw VENUS and nothing else, just VENUS. and not to tell anyone he saw anything but VENUS or he will die. and then the car drives away.Â
so after that build up, he gives mulder the manuscript, and says he is packing up and leaving. bye bye roky. hope you find some peace.
mulder is reading this story to scully who is sprawled on the bed, looking, again, angry and hot. it seems he is describing that earlier puppet-y action.
oh! roky was the electrical guy from the very beginning!!! he hides in his truck but the king kong looking fellow says âbe not afraidâ and that he is needed for the good of the earth? what is with the good of the earth here.
cutscene to a very baffled looking scully laying in bed as mulder continues to read LMAOOOOOO
AND ROKYâS STORY SAYS HE WENT NOT TO OUTER SPACE, BUT INNER SPACE HELPPP!!!! now, inner space is towards the core, if you, like me, were unaware. also, king kong godzilla dudeâs name is Lord Kinbote, so jot that down.
mr. chung says he has a copy of rokyâs manifesto- which was sent to his publisher? and LMAOOO the story is disturbing both for its soul orgy scenes and the fact that it is written as a screenplayÂ
well, surely your partner didnât believe any of it, mr. chung states! âmulderâs had his share of peculiar notionsâ is scully's carefully worded reply... LMAOOOÂ
cutscene to her sitting up from the bed and calling him nuts <- LMAOOOOO but HE says that whatever roky saw may have triggered some delusions, and that the only story that doesnât add up is chrissyâs, so he is calling to get her re-hypnotized, much to scullyâs indignation!
so back to the hypnosis. and chrissy is now mirroring harold's story exactly. oh! she says the people who took them are from the air force?? so where did the gaga slay outfits go...Â
the air force men are arguing in front of her. and then they say to ârinse her outâ. saying it is for the good of her country. and stealing her memories!
so WHO is doing the real memory stealing hereâŚ.. the aliens or the government?? an age old question!!! one that is at the heart of this series.
scully and mulder fight over what is going on, and he thinks that this might have nothing to do with aliens, until detective manners shows up with news that a crazy blankety blank claims to have an ALIEN BODY!!
(what if itâs a raccoon with mangeâŚ)
again, the man recounting this story begins with âi know how crazy this is going to soundâ, but then says he wants to be abducted by aliens. well! iâm sure thatâs a sexual thing i donât care to unpack.
cutscene to mr. chung interviewing this same man, who wishes to go where finding a job is not a requirement. he was looking in a field for UFOs. and when he called the authorities upon spotting one, the agents show up!!
he says that scully was a man dressed as a woman but not pulling it off??? RUDE AS HELL! jail for 10,000 years. "HER HAIR WAS A LITTLE TOO RED, YOU KNOW?" LMAOOOOO and mulder was the âtall, lanky oneâ with a blank expression. well yeah that is an accurate depiction.
AND ACCORDING TO THIS GUY'S ACCOUNT, WHEN MULDER SEES THE BODY, HE SHRIEKS LIKE A STARTLED SQUIRREL IâM CRYINGGGG. so scully says to wrap this body up!
BUT THEN SHE GRABS HIM AND SAYS TO NEVER TELL ANYONE HE SAW THIS IâM CRYINGGGG... that had to be such a silly scene to filmÂ
okay, seeing the part about subjective truths now. this is so funny... why is this loser making scully a hater in his version!!!
sheâs PISSED to hear he claims she said this LMAOOO and that is ridiculous!! they even let him view the autopsy!!
so mulder takes this weirdoâs camera and records the autopsy?? scully cuts his brain open. and the tape ends up on late night television LMAOOOO
SCULLY IS SO EMBARRASSED THAT SHE IS ON THIS ALIEN HOAX AUTOPSY TAPE... IâM CRYING SOMEONE SAVE HER!!! and the host of whatever show they end upon is STUPENDOUS YAPPI FROM THE CLYDE BRUCKMAN EPISODE!!!! i'm howlingggg
sheâs mad that whoever got the film edited out all the important scientific findings!!! like the two layers of skin!!!
wait. itâs a zipper. this is a dead guy in an alien suit. LMAOOOOOOOOO
the weird UFO cameraman kid is ill after realizing it was an ordinary dead guy, and scully looks deeply pained as he runs away to get sick LMAOOO
so: who is this dead guy? he was in the air force! and his name is robert. but who arrives but more people from the air force!! are they here to bury him?? or question the agentsâŚ
the folks from the air force want robert back, so she has to break the news that he is dead, and being kept for investigation into kidnapping. can they see him? scully is like yeah sure but mulder says no!!! but you CAN talk to the other AWOL guy we brought in. GASP!! a bluff!!! and it works!! from this they learn there is another missing guy!
LMAOOOO except it doesnât go as smoothly as intended, and mulder is all âhmm he was here a few minutes ago⌠guess heâs still AWOL⌠anyway wanna see the body?â IâM CRYING THIS MANNNN IS SO RIDICULOUSÂ
but bad news: the body is gone.Â
cameraman UFO guy is sitting on his floor watching the autopsy tape. when in bursts⌠the men in black from the earlier garage scene!!!! they knock him out.Â
he claims mulder slapped him back to reality. and that he ALSO threatened him... me when i lie.
so mulder doesnât have the tape. but when he drives home a fully naked man is walking about in the woods. itâs the other missing lieutenant, jack!! he is repeating âthis is not happeningâ in the same voice as the alien as before!!!!! HUH WHAT IS GOING ON?
mulder takes jack to eat. he claims to have piloted the "UFO", and that all the abductions are military stuff, and at the base the abductees are messed with mentally, until they come out convinced they were probed by aliens.Â
well okay, if its all the government, than what abducted YOU, jack? he isnât sure about anything at all anymore, even if he exists. until who walks in... but the military!!
wait, mulder points out, it canât all be fake- who was the third alien? jack seems to know him by name- lord kinbote. HUH?
and mr. chung heard a story about that same night from the cook at the restaurant! apparently mulder ordered sweet potato pie? huh, thatâs interesting. and he kept ordering more and more pies with each question he asked the chef. LMAOOOO I just KNOW that scene was hard to film!!!! scenes where people eat always make me wonder how many times they had to have that damn bite of pie.Â
but he claims there was no jack, nor any air force personnel at all. just a hungry mulder. again, so what is the truth...
mr. chung points out that scully doesnât seem too phased to learn about all the contradictions in this story, and she says well no, not after what happened next. because when he got back to the motel, the men in black were in her room, going through her stuff! they claim she went to get some ice. heâs got 'em at gunpoint, screaming WHERE IS SHE!!! all protective, okay i see you. but she really did go to get some ice???
okay⌠man in black says that some alien encounters are engineered by the government and then exposed to discredit truth seekers. and mulder counters, well, people say the men in black also do purposefully strange things, so that anyone describing them sounds crazy! they proceed to⌠try and hypnotize him?
BUT ITâS ALEX TREBEK WHO IS DOING THE HYPNOTIZING???? LMAOOOOO HAS HE BEEN THE QUIET MAN IN BLACK THIS WHOLE TIME??
mr. chung is GAGGED, and wants to know if it WAS alex trebek, but sadly scully cannot confirm, for has no memory of this!!Â
she woke up the next morning to mulder in her roomâŚ.? and mr. chung is also gagged to hear this. me too tbh like did he just sleep on the couch? well we know that is how he sleeps at home so i guess i'm not shocked.
mulderâs trying to explain that she didnât just "let him in" last night, but detective manners calls and says they found a bleeping UFO.
and what is it butâŚ. a plane!! a secret plane!! and who are they carrying away on stretcher but the missing airmen, jack and robert???? SO HOW DID THEY DIE!
mr. chung puts his pen down, baffled, and scully points out that this story may not have a lot of closure, but itâs more than some of their other cases, which is funny because it is true. and sheâs playing with her earrings and itâs so cute.
cutscene to mr. chung typing at his place. until a shadow approaches and he holds a tiny gun!!!! he is ready for a showdown but itâs⌠mulder at the door?
WAIT how does chung recognize him⌠did scully show him pictures i'm crying
mulder is in chung's apartment, asking him to not write the book, because it will do a disservice to a field that has always struggled to maintain credibility. we canât understand these alternate realities yet!!! well. compelling argument... but mr. chung needs a paycheck.Â
OH! and mulder suspects that the book is a âcovert agendaâ of the military industrial complex. always theories upon theories with this guy...
mr. chung says the book WILL be written, but he needs an explanation from mulder: what really happened to those kids on that night?
his answer: how the hell should i know?
(it was so perfect, i thought the episode would end right here)
mr. chung says he has deadlines, and mulder looks very sad, very previously neglected shelter dog rizz, and walks out. back to mr. chungâs furious typing.Â
okay, so the cameraman now works for the electrical company roky worked for. because roky moved to california, preaching on purification and the inner earth and core enlightenment. right right right makes sense.
cutscene to scully reading the finished book by mr. chung!!! she is fictionalized as âdianeâ who is ânoble of spirit and pure of heartâ but ânevertheless a federal employeeâ LMAOOOO
and mulder is ârenard muldrakeâ LMAOOOOO that is such a funny name... he's watching something in bed shirtless as his fictionalized self is being described- âa ticking time bomb of insanityâ AND HEâS WATCHING THE BIGFOOT TAPES BAHAHAHAHA
chrissy now is an environmental advocate and harold still loves her but it isnât required. aww harold :(
mr. chung ends by saying that we are not alone in this universe, but in our own way, we are all alone.
NEW BEST EPISODE CONTENDER???
this feels like one of those posts where people make up a bunch of information and then it all gets proven wrong so it is described as a "net zero information gain" bahaha
but don't get me wrong, i don't fully understand what happened, but i loved it. i was laughing, i was enjoying seeing the subjectivity of one story to the next, i was enjoying scully and chung time, and despite all the silly, we still got clues on the whole "is it aliens or the government" thing. and sure, maybe it doesn't make immediate sense, but you have to ponder these matters to learn what is at their heart!
so what DID we learn? well, some alien cases might be the government! but i guess that is still a "might", so maybe we can't truthfully say we LEARNED it. we learned that scully is a big fan of mr. chung!!! we learned that mulder is fiercely protective of his line of work from all his years of being ridiculed! and that he watches the famous bigfoot tape for fun and also maybe like sweet potato pie? it was unconfirmed.
i really enjoyed the playing with perspective, seeing how one character saw things, and then another. and seeing mulder and scully threaten that dweeb was so funny because it was so out of character and had to be silly to shoot.
and i thought it was impressive how it managed to tie back to the big alien and government mystery while still making me laugh so hard. how many past episodes can be analyzed through the lens of certain things being faked for exposure? and what REALLY happened to those airmen? we still don't know if mulder's convo with jack even happened! and we never will!
i came to appreciate the company of mr. chung immensely, even though i thought he was gonna be creepy after calling scully beautiful and touching her arm, but i suppose that he was just a genuinely sweet fellow. you can't blame me for being suspicious after some of the things she gets put through, but i'm sure that if i picked one of his books off the shelf, i, like scully, would be a fan.
overall, i am deeply pleased, and would love to give this a rewatch sometime when i am not taking notes so i could appreciate the pacing in more detail. man, season 3 has really been killing it, huh? and i'm nearing the end!!
#still not over scully sulking in the corner during the hypnosis session#or looking confused as hell while mulder read roky's story#LMAOOO it was so funny how she was just laying there while mulder read from it#love that she thought it was weird mulder was in her room but not really THAT weird all things considered#also love how she was excited to talk about two layers of skin on a new creature only for it to be a dude in a costume#a raise to whoever came up with this one. send the finest libations to the writer's room#now we just have to see if the next one will be dark as hell and give me whiplash#like the transition from humbug to calusari which i will NEVER get over#!!! i'm happy :)#juni's x files liveblog#3x20#the x files#txf
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âahaha no itâs not raining why would it be raining. Let me go drown old manâ
#tpot#oots#hollyleafâs story#I LOVED this guy in Dark River when he led Jaypaw thru the tunnels to save the kits and shared his death like. omg. that was so cool#I actually have an old piece I drew of that scene hehehhee#however Iâll admit I didnât really care for his weird romantic tension with Hollyleaf#sorry guys Iâm a hollycinder truther đ#anyway yeah getting to see his death thru his own/jays eyes was SUPER COOL and also so extremely sad.#fallen leaves wc#fallen leaves#HOW DID I FORGOR TO TAG HIS NAME?#just realized I made this WAY b4 I made a âghostâ guide so. he doesnât fit sorry#ghost#the ancients#tribe of endless hunting#I. why didnât I tag anything appropriately.
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I did some Papercraft today 'cuz I saw someone else's Papercraft Miku and Teto and immediately wanted my own Negidrill to have on my desk at all times.
Link for Miku template
Link for Teto template
I didn't know a Neru one existed until AFTER I left the library (printed them out there 'cuz my at-home printer sucks) so I think I'll try to make Neru sometime to complete Triple Baka.
Link for Neru template (and many others)
THIS tutorial was super helpful for making Miku but Teto didn't have one. Therefore I messed up her drills a little at first but I'm just glad that she's complete and not a disaster, hahaha. xD
This is my first time making Papercraft characters and it's fun. Unfortunately Miku and Teto's heads easily fall off so there's no way I can do stop motion animation with them or anything or move them around too much, but I enjoyed this. They're cute. ^^
Their arms being outstretched like that was a total accident and how the paper itself wanted to bend, so I took the opportunity to make them touch hands lmao. They probably can't get any closer than that without dying (their heads falling off) though LOL. Idk what else to pose them doing but they'll definitely chill on my desk full-time I think.
Btw Mesmerizer Papercraft definitely exists and I even saw "Who Knows" Teto, and someone also made SV Teto. So if I'm motivated I might print those out and build them too. ^^ (You should try it. It takes like an hour or more per character and after the first time, it's straightforward to do.)
#papercraft#not tagging as my art since it's different from the usual#hatsune miku#kasane teto#not sure if i should tag as negidrill#i still have ideas to draw for them but i'll draw them later#if my mind lets me#very occupied with rl events and very mad at the us govt rn so#papercraft for now#for those who read all my tags this is lowkey the official 'canon' appearance for my Mikuteto AU charas#chimera Teto and android Miku i mean. they're based on the original canon appearances but#i think i'll take one or two traits that i associate with their later/newer versions#in particular i guess pj sk Miku wears white and I really like that color#(for the purpose of contrasting with Teto's black/dark gray)#also i usually see UTAU Teto as shorter than Miku in my head#but for the purposes of my story Teto might be the taller one#someone drew it that way and i really liked it so i'm 'canonizing' it in my head#if u have no idea what i'm talking abt dw. just my own fantasizing. idk how OFFICIAL official i'll make it like writing it in the story#i just personally think chimera genes might make Teto taller lol#aesthetically i like the image a lot so i might go through with it#anyway it makes me happy to have AU Mktt on my desk even if they're lacking the wings#i love and care them#(intentional grammar error)
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2024 reads / storygraph
A Dark and Drowning Tide
gothic fantasy romance
a folklorist is chosen as the co-leader of an expedition to find a fabled magical spring for the king, along with 6 nobles
when her mentor, the other leader, is found dead on their boat in the middle of the night, she has to figure out who did it; while continuing the mission through the wilderness and navigating the potential political fallout
and the only one she can probably trust is her academic rival, a naturalist, who she hates
dark folktales & creatures
Jewish lesbian MC
arc from netgalley! out sep 17
putting both covers here because theyâre both so beautiful!! (artists: Audrey Benjaminsen, & Erica Williams)
#A Dark and Drowning Tide#aroaessidhe 2024 reads#I really loved this! so atmospheric and full of things I like. Love the characters and folklore and the creaturesâŚ..#I think it was well balanced between the plot worldbuilding and romance -#though if youâre not into any of the elements it might all fall flat for you. but I love all these things. so I had a good time.#I did feel like some parts of the narrative/character relationships went a bit fast and I wanted a little more detail in between?#Plus the ending wrapped up easier than I expected. I wanted to get to know the side characters a bit more#and a bit more of the backstory/leadup (how they all knew each other; sylviaâs time in the war??)#I also couldnât stop thinking about how taxing the environments theyâre in would be on their bodies/gear..aghjs you mght have seen my post#I was getting distracted from the plot thinking about it. Not to say that it mentioned at all and Iâm aware too much would have taken#away from the story. Lets take it as an indication of just how lush and atmospheric the writing was. I was having flashbacks.#I put the book down three separate times to draft three separate fanarts.#but listen. you stick two lesbians in a forest/mountain/cave and put a couple Creatures in there too and I will eat that up#one thing I did note is that I don't recall any non-white characters? I may have missed a description.#I try to take notice if a book has an entirely white cast bc like....does it need to#sapphic books
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There's a deep irony in Berserk being so admired by people who really really hate what Berserk is about on an emotional level, but especially when writers want to take influence from it. Because Berserk is very strong thematically, and someone who can't acknowledge subtext is going to whiff on emulating anything good.
#And by that I mean that like many of its influences and descendants the plot is fundamentally driven by toxic gay shit lol#Listen there's just no beating around the bush here: you either understand this type of story is super emotional#That the softness and hope and love for humanity is vital connective tissue between the edgy violent dark setting#And that at its core the queerness is *central*#Or you will just end up creating something toothless and cynical with tokenizing bullshit at best#You cannot make that lightning strike twice if you're too scared to even write that shit as ACTUALLY core to the plot#You donât have to make your shit gay to be good you just have to understand if your major influence was gay and why#So that you respect subtext and thematic writing and emotional resonance in writing in general#And maybe understand that if you also want credit for pushing the envelope you get where the real standard is#This is one of those things I see in equal measure in dudebro homophobes and supposedly progressive queers#No that wasn't âbait/delusionâ it was barely subtext and if you go into writing with that attitude you're going to write shallow shit lol#I genuinely believe when people lament about reading comprehension they're actually talking about willful ignorance#Because willfull ignorance *does* cause a need to deny reality to a point where it warps your ability to understand information#Having difficulty comprehending text from a learning disability or improper teaching#Has fucking nothing on someone whose deliberately trained themselves to rationalize away anything uncomfortable#Tag rant over but this shit really is a plague and you can see it so starkly when it comes to Berserk#An undeniably respectable work from a place many envious little goblins that covet it do not actually respect
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How Does it Feel to Read Classic Sci-Fi?
Orson Scott Card: Two of the most interesting books youâll ever read if youâre willing to look past a handful of things. And then you find the planet of Chinese people who worship having debilitating OCD. And the Mormonism. And the fact that the author is wildly homophobic and ought to read his own books.
Robert Heinlein (or at least the Wikipedia Summaries): I guess thatâs a neat conceptâoh, itâs a sex thing. Um. Gotcha.
Ray Bradbury: Man, I gotta read this thing for class huh. Well hereâs hoping itâs good! *three hours later* oh. thatâs why heâs famous. this will stick with me forever and I will never look at the phrase âsoft rainâ the same again. christ. And then repeat 3x.
Isaac Asimov: Wow, this is such an interesting concept! I wonder how the exploration of it will influence the plot! Wait, hey, are you going to add any characters? Any of em? No like, with character traits other than ârobot psychologistâ and âautisticâ and âwomanâ? None of em? No, âdetectiveâ isnât a character trait. Those are all just facts. Aaaand now Iâm bored.
Ursula K. Le Guin: Hah, get a load of this guy! Heâs never heard of nonbinary people before. Lol, what a riot; how dumb do you have to be to comprehend that these people arenât men *or* women actually? Oh, wait, whatâs happening. Oh shit, it was about society and love and learning to understand each other? And now Iâm crying? And perhaps a better human being for it??
Andy Weir: Alright, this guyâs a really good writer. Funny, creative, knows so much engineering stuffâŚooh, a new book! âŚI guess he canât write women. Well, he wouldnât be the first sci-fi writerâŚooh another new book! And itâs more engineering problem solving andâwow. Itâs not just women he canât write. Please stop letting your characters talk to each other.
Lois Lowry: Oh, I remember this being fun when I was a kid! Wouldnât it be fucked up to not see color? âŚupon reread, it would be fucked up to have your humanity stripped away, replaced with a tepid, beige âhappinessâ for all time. Yeah.
Tamsyn Muir (let me have this ok): Haha, âlesbian necromancers in spaceâ sounds fun. Lemme read this. Oh wow, yeah, this is right up my alley. OH GOD WHAT. NO. FUCK. OH SHIT WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING AND WHY IS IT REFERENCING THE BOOK OF RUTH AND HOMESTUCK BACK TO BACK!!! AHHHHHHHHH!! Now give me more please.
#Late night book reviews with Bluejay#Not really#and itâs 1pm#If youâre curious which books#or just wanna read another essay:#Card: Enderâs Game and Speaker for the Dead are good* and the rest is Fucking Bonkers. Xenocide is the one called out specifically#Heinlein: Stranger in a Strange Landâs Wikipedia page but my understanding is itâs not the only book Like That#Bradbury: short story âThere Will Come Soft Rainsâ will fuck your up; double if you check out the comic. See also âAll SummerâŚâ and °F 451#Asimov: I; Robot is the specific ref but also its sequel novels where youâd more expect real characters and not just fact lists also#Le Guin: Left Hand of Darkness specifically but also I just love her lmao#Weir: The Martian then Artemis then Project Hail Mary#Lowry: the only stuff of herâs Iâve read is The Giver Quartet but I was shocked how good it was upon revisiting. Damn. Thatâs pointed.#Muir: Gideon the Ninth and its sequels. Theyâre so good. Read them. You will be confused by book two. Thatâs on purpose. Theyâre so good.#Yes donât come at me for my tag formatting; 140 chars isnât a lot. You try getting all three Bradbury titles in there#Also the lack of commas is an issue#Anyways I would rec basically all of these if you like sci-fi save for SiaSL (havenât read it) and all of the Enderâs Game/SftD spinoffs#Also if you do wanna read Cardâs work pls get the books 2nd hand or from a library. Or via the 7 seas. His money goes to homophobia :(#But most of em are good and all of em are classics for a reason (save for Muir who really should be lmao)#Also also donât come at me for including Weir; heâs one of the most popular sci-fi authors AND came up in the discussion that prompted this#As did everyone else except Muir because that one is actually just self indulgent.#I worked so hard to tag the first few things such that it would be clear there was an essay beneath the tag cut#Anyways tags for like actual categorization n such:#orson scott card#robert heinlein#ray bradbury#isaac asimov#ursula k. le guin#andy weir#lois lowry#tamsyn muir
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