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mcsstydia · 5 years

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Simply Best Friends? - Eggsy Unwin

Request:

pairing: eggsy unwin x reader

prompt: got a little inspiration from this prompt list

#21 “You’re bleeding all over my carpet”

#38 “Take off your shirt”

#19 “You need to see a doctor”

#48 “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight”

#25 “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

#51 “I love you, you idiot”

Words: 1.5k

warnings: none that I could think of

A/N: as you can see, I’ve fallen in lovw with a new character (and the actor) so bear with my new obsession. requests for blurbs are open!

Masterlist is in bio!

It was almost three in the morning, when a loud bang, followed by furious knocking, awoke you from your deep slumber. You would have been scared out of your skin, if you hadn’t known it to be your longlife best friend, Eggsy Unwin. Who you were, on an inimportant sidenote, madly in love with. Oh, and this isn’t one of those chlichee stories you loved so much, where you were both madly in love with each other without noticing it.

No, you’d told him about your feelings about half a year ago. But he’d said, with the new job he got, it would be too dangerous for you. You’d argued a dozen times about how it should be your decision whether you wanted to risk it or not. But after countless arguing, and crying, you had accepted the fact that he simply did not love you back and that this was the real reason he didn’t want to be with you.

So, you continued as best friends. And it worked quite well. So far.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes as you made your way from your bedroom to the door to your apartment. You pulled the curtain aside to really make sure it was Eggsy before actually opening the door in order to let him enter.

As soon as the door opened, Eggsy stumbled in (and almost fell into your couch table) before letting himself fall onto the soft ground right next to it. Your eyes widened and you hurried down to his side all in a split second. Your hand flew to his cheek absentmindedly and out of intuition. You caressed the soft skin of his face and he grabbed your hand just as absentmindedly.

“What the fuck happened, Eggsy?”, you asked frantically, your voice filled with concern, your eyes searching his for certainty that he was alive and that he would, eventually, be okay. Eggsy’s eyes found yours and you felt your heart skip a beat at the handsomeness of them.

His bruised and stained fingers still clapsed your wrist as he answered. “I’m fine, darlin’.” It was but a whisper and you obviously didn’t believe him. You let out a strained laugh. “Fine? You’re bleeding all over my carpet!”, you exclaimed and he sheepishly grinned.

“C’mon, let’s get you on the couch,”, you said, as you grabbed both of his hands and pulled him up to your level. He leaned onto you, as he was clearly in pain, and fell onto a spot on the couch as soon as it was in reach.

You eyed him up and down, his shirt was full of blood, whether it was his or his opponent’s, you couldn’t tell yet, his trousers were ripped and his glasses had a few scratches on them.

“Take off your shirt”, you ordered, without thinking about rephrasing your sentence. Eggsy, though he seemed miserable, raised an eyebrow and shot you a dirty looking, teasing smirk. You felt heat rise up your cheeks and blamed it on the pressure of the situation.

“Oh, shut up,”, you ordered again, before continuing to defend yourself. “I’m just not sure whether this is all your blood or the guy’s you beat up.”, you mumbled, not meeting his gaze on purpose.

“‘S alright, love.”, he mumled just as quietly, maybe due to how exhausted he seemed, or maybe, just maybe, it was bacause he wanted you to mean it-NO! You couldn’t let those hopeful thoughts get the best of you again. Not now. Not when he needed you so badly.

And although it seemed like it hurt, he didn’t let you help him take his shirt off. He did it and made it look both effortless and absolutely hot. You had seen him shirtless on countless occasions, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t reminded how you couldn’t be with him every time he was.

You were attracted to him, of course. I mean, hell, who wouldn’t be? But that fact didn’t make looking at him any easier.

He discarded his shirt to the floor and slouched back against the soft fabric of the couch again. You analysed his toned chest and your eyes quickly widened at the sight in front of you. A big slash was cut diagonally across his abdomen. You were glad it didn’t bleed as much as you thought it would, otherwise Eggsy would be dead by now.

Speaking of Eggsy, he had heard your sharp intake of breath and commented without looking up at you. “It’s not as bad as it looks, love.”, he whispered, but your lack of reaction made him finally look at you again. He only caught a glimpse of your face before you quickly turned and hurried to get the first aid kit reserved for him.

Nonetheless, he had seen the tears brimming in your eyes and he hated himself for being the cause of them. The young man let out a loud sigh and let his head fall back onto the couch again.

You returned within a minute, and went to work. Eggsy hissed once in a while and you despised the one that did this to him with all your heart. He sighed out of relief once you were finished stitching him up, but still, you weren’t a doctor.

“You need to see a doctor,”, you simply said as you were finished and leaned against the couch table in front of where Eggsy was sat on the couch. He opened his eyes and smirked down at you. “Nah, babe. I only need to see you,”, he disagreed cheekily. You rolled your eyes, trying to surpress the smile that grew on your lips.

“Eggsy,”, you sighed. “I mean it. What else am I supposed to ‘heal’? A broken bone? Some internal damage? I can’t do that. You have to go to a doctor next time, alright?”, you asked, concern yet again lacing your voice.

“What? Now I can’t even go to my best friend when I need help?”, he suddenly almost yelled out defensively. You were taken aback by his sudden outburst of emotion and you realised something completely different was bothering him, too.

And although you hated it, although you really couldn’t bear hearing about another girl problem of his, you asked. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight, hm?”, you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat and preparing yourself to hear that he’s fallen in love.

But Eggsy simply gazed at you, his beautiful eyes locked on yours and not a word leaving his plump lips. You sighed and went to grab one of his hands. “C’mon Eggsy, I’m your best friend, y-”, you started, but were interrupted by another sudden outburst of his. He flinched and pulled his hand out of your grasp before he began to speak.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,”, he brought out through clenched teeth. To say you were taken aback was an understatement. Could this be-? No! No hopeful thinking this time, he’s not in love with you!

Your big, shocked eyes glanced at him, trying to understand what the hell was going on. “I’m so tired of this shit, Y/N,”, he began again, a lot quieter this time. “I’m so fucking tired of having to pretend I’m not in love with you,”, he continued and your heart almosr burst out of your ribcage.

“I have been in love with you for forever and then you told me you felt the same way but that’s when I got this job that I can’t really talk about and that would be putting you in way too much danger,”, he sighed for a second, playing with his bruised hands and knuckles.

“So I thought the least I could do is keep you safe. But I can’t. And I’m so fucking sorry to have put you through all this heartache but there’s not a second that goes by without me thinking about kissing you, touching you and loving you. I wanna be with you, Y/N. But I messed up. And I know that now. Because now all I am to you is a friend,”, he continued and threw his head back in frustration.

“Let me stop you right there,”, you said as you got up from your place on the ground and sat next to him on the couch. Eggsy finally looked at you again and you could see the hurt in his eyes. You grabbed his face softly in between your hands and pulled him closer to you.

“I love you, you idiot,”, you whispered, which made a grin spread on both of your features. “Really?”, he asked, his so voice quiet and horse the question made tears brim in your eyes. “After all the shit I put you through?”, he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes as well.

“Yes, really, Eggsy. I’m so in love with you. Always have, always will,”, you whispered. A smile so big it must’ve hurt tugged on his lips and you had never seen him this happy. One of his hands caressed your cheek, then slid to your neck, pulling you so close your breaths started to mingle. “Can I?”, he whispered so quietly you were certain even he himself hadn’t heard it.

Always the gentleman, you thought, before nodding. He pulled you impossibly closer until your lips met the ones you’ve been yearning to kiss for years. Your lips met in the softest touch, melting and melting into each other again and again and both of you knew, it was perfect.

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happypuppys-archive · 3 years

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very long ask ahead‼️

YESSSSSS OKAY SO BASICALLY. it was inspired by this post and this fanart that i simply went wild over. it’s currently abandoned but i might pick it up again idk, the main plot is that tubbo stays in kinoko kingdom after the end of the disc saga and finds karl just after he returns from a time travel adventure.

karl is secretive, because he feels this job is his and his alone, but tubbo is a nosy little bitch and sneaks into the library, where karl has no choice but to admit to it. tubbo is skeptical at first, but after lots of back and forth, he offers to help karl with this burden. karl begrudgingly accepts on the one condition that tubbo doesn’t tell the fiances– their wedding is soon, and karl doesnt want that getting fucked up.

from there, each chapter is like an “episode” of tales, where tubbo is brought along on each adventure. i only have 2/3 ideas so far. the first “episode” takes place centuries before the smp, in a village near the ‘warwoods’ which is the center for magic in the world and a battleground between endermen and humans from way before the stronghold/end portal was blocked off. in this episode tubbo is introduced to the concept of “you’ll find those you love in every timeline” when he meets a boy who he immediately recognizes as tommy’s past life. they also learn about end culture through an endermen which is not-so-obviously ranboo’s past life. cue a bunch of worldbuilding because it’s fun

the second “episode” is a retelling of the first season of the dream smp, but everything is all wack. it’s based off both the history books in mizu, and that one fake skin of ranboo in a lmanberg outfit that i thought was real (and then was proven as a clown but. we dont talk about that). so anyways the roles are switched up as follows:

niki is the leader of the revolution against king georgenotfound, with ranboo as her second in command.

as said in the mizu history books, tubbo is the leader of the “lmanberg warriors” which is their armed forces, with tommy as his right hand man and fundy as their greatest warrior.

wilbur and eret are part of the revolution, but they are spies. they’re background characters until one day, wilbur is caught on a mission. king george offers him mercy, if he accepts a deal to betray his friends. wilbur refuses and so george executes him.

thinking its their fault they left their friend to get caught, and ragefully mourning for his brother, eret and tommy dedicate themselves to the revolution and overthrow king george (because yes wilbur tommy brothers i dont make the rules).

when karl and tubbo return home from that episode, karl’s memory loss becomes painfully apparent. tubbo argues that they need to tell the fiances, but karl won’t let him. as the wedding approaches, they’re both afraid karl will lose himself before he can stop it.

THATS MY IDEA FOR NOW. i know its really long and i should def work on it more. but hmm. idk. tell me what u think of it and perhaps i’ll continue it. sorry this got so long LMFAO ty for listening love u :]

:0000 I LOVW THAT SO MUCH OMG !!!!!! ITS SO GOOD WTHAT THA HELL!!!!! ID NEVER BE ABLW TO HAVE SMTH BE THAT GOOD OMG MY BRAIN ISNT WKRKING RN BUT. I LOVE IT

n ofc!!!!!!!! id listen to any idea that u have any time :D

#saturn tag #coveredinsun #asks

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kimnjss · 4 years

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i’m in tears oh my godwat i lovw you ples she tagged me yall whta am i goung to do i’m gooing to crypks AND she followed, th baddest bitch on tumble just folloed wittle old me whaat plw wat is haspening

(also i’m not coherent enotgh to be writing thus out but i did not realize ryujin was 19 i thoufht she was like 24 but yeah the dont fuck your employees diesnt apply as mch cause she’s a kid with a crush and she provabkt doesn’t even realize thra she has any kind of power over him and hs job i was thinking jomin was like more of an assistant not a teacher for some reeson but ayways i would d word for you i hope you eat something goosd today mwah bye)

ahhh! i love you tooo stop it :( you’re soo much fun . nd your asks always SEND ME !! i swear - sooo of course i had to follow youuu<333 .

- yeah that’s what makes their dynamic a little different . bc she definitely is the boss of him . her team hired him to instruct her nd can fire him at any time . on top of that she’s a huge star so the influence she has in the media is evident . but since she’s soo young she doesn’t really notice?? it’s never really in her hands more so the people above her so she doesn’t think of it that much . her kissing jimin was just a girl acting out on her crush ., there wasn’t much more behind it . which was why jimin wanted to be so gentle when he was letting her down - to save from hurting her feelings nd then she decides to keep her feelings to herself from now on .

#asks; vintage 💋#jimin sm au #asks; kez 🍯

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crunchybones-mcspine · 5 years

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OKAY BLACK FRIDAY THOUGHTS BABEYY

I really enjoyed it. They had some fun themes, interesting ideas, and the lighting was so much fun to look at.

The set was really cool. Nothing super ostentatious or overly extravagant. But exactly what was needed, simple and effective while still being sweet to look at. In classic starkid way. I LOVE the use of spotlights and the tinsel. That was really damn cool and i wished they had used it more. Though i understand why they didnt.

Kim has the voice of an angel my god. The banana child has an incredible voice that really worked with the finale song.

I love that corey finally got his solo. I lovw that it was a weird frank n furter meets capitalism vibe. Joey stole the stage whenever he was in a speaking role. Incredible perfirmance on his part that guy felt gooey and greasy in all the worst ways. I would loved to have him more explicitly referenced as Wilbur, because unless i managed to miss it its only heavily implied?

The wiggly jingle is great. The void wiggly song is awesome and once again KIM. But a fair few of the other songs seemed a little plonked in? Or very samey? (Might just me my terrible hearing not able to pick up on the song shift though that could be on me) As much as i adore Dylans voice he was near exclusively ballads and softer songs, and without his son on stage with him or seeing more of that relationship full stop they felt a little hollow.

However his duet with Kim when theyre in the playground with Hannah was incredible. I personally just would have liked a few more intense songs with a bit more oomph to them. But thats an opinion based on preference not a fault with the show itself.

I loved Gary Goldstein. Loved him. I dont know why but i do.

Macnamara has mad gay vibes and also seemed the most rounded as a character??? Maybe thats because weve seen him before but he had the most fleshed out feel. The other people with that feel were the president and maybe lex? But the rest felt a little 2d, however i am super excited to see where theyre gonna go with them and how theyll grow if we see them again.

I did feel as a whole the story was a little stretched out. There were lots of things going on in different places all at once and it was hard to properly attatch to their stories. But again thats just me. Im genuinely excited for starlid to get more ambitious in their projects and this is a good start even if i myself am a bit slow to follow.

Like i said earlier paul matthews autistic icon.

Curt was wonderful as the president. I really loved the cowardly wimp only president because he thought it was a cushy job in power but when called to step up he wilts. I really liked that and the jabs at polititians at the top that takes.

There were a few GREAT one liners.

The first death i feel could have been pushed back a little. For maximum hurt. Again there wasnt much time to really really appreciate the character. And feel that ACHE.

Becky Barnes good for her! On both counts.

But that said her relationship with tom felt? Meh? I didnt really care too much it was a bit bland and kind of sudden? Idk im not to interested in romance plots anyway so might just be me.

One the subject tho lex and ethan parenting the banana child was hilarious and wonderful that was amazing.

Overall, not my faviurite starkid show but i did love it and really look forward to seeing where theyre taking everything. Seeing more hatchetfeild is awesome. I nearly cried at the sight of paul and emma which is very lame on my part, and it was really nice to see sections expand. I feel if theyre really gonna pull this multiverse dealio off they might have to step away feom referencing their own universe too heavily though? The firearm authorisation line worked wonderfully and was a funny nod, but the hidgens reference (as much as it pains me to say given how much i adore him) was a wee bit on the nose. Fun nod though.

Im really looking forward to seeing where theyre going!!!! Bring on more hatchetfeild!!!!

#long post #shut up ezra

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carnivalsoration · 6 years

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Cronus Gets Tortured, and then Learns Some Stuff about Boundaries and Identity

I’m going to start all this off with an ooc description of things, because this gets pretty intense in bits. A tldr with added trigger warning, if you will.

Ringleader messages Cronus about being an insensitive prick regarding the ‘gutterblood rights’ post, then the conversation moves on to lusus death (a la, what was going on with Meulin at the time, though she’s not mentioned directly at all), how wasteful Alternia is, and then on to torture. During that talk, there’s a lot of mentions of parent/animal death, then referring to people as objects that can be disposed of, in an abstract sense, and then obviously, Harming and Killing people, for Fun and Dubious Amounts of Profit.

Ringleader convinces Cronus it would be no big deal to torture him for a bit, and doesn’t take no for an answer. (Manipulation, coercing, lack of respect for boundaries.) And then they meet up! Cronus is waterboarded, Ringleader is way lighter about it than he really should be, primarily in the confession he forces Cronus to make, and then they make out! Weird, but these two are who they are.

Cronus presses more, hoping for sex to happen. Ringleader says no. Cronus says ‘but whyyyy’ and Ringleader gets pissed about it. A conversation about consent and rape occurs, that leads into highblood standards, respect, and who Cronus wants to be and what he values.

This is a Very dense log, y'all, with a lotta intense stuff. Two kinda shitty people meeting, and one of them trying to make the other Less shitty, with some admittedly poor judgement. Overall, a Dubiously happy, or at least thought provoking, ending.

Anyway! If that sounds like you would enjoy reading it, read on! If not, you now know a general plot synopsis and can avoid reading it while still knowing all relevant details! If the chat log appeals to you but the roleplay itself doesn’t, you can read that too!

carnivalsoration honk

vwarlordvwanderlust hey there, babe!

carnivalsoration :o)

vwarlordvwanderlust vwhat's up?

carnivalsoration i will make out with you if you promise not to reblog that gutterblood pride post again.

vwarlordvwanderlust see, THIS is a bold and innovwativwe method more people should try.

carnivalsoration hahahahaha is that a yes

vwarlordvwanderlust you also could'vwe just asked. but too late, no take backs. hell yeah.

carnivalsoration hahahahahahahaha

vwarlordvwanderlust (also that's a joke. there are take backs. it's all just jokes. )

carnivalsoration good boy, thats a good ad on

vwarlordvwanderlust haha. i do my best.

carnivalsoration :o) i could explain why i don't want you to say it, if ya wanna hear it or you could guess, since i'm kinda curious

vwarlordvwanderlust i just figured it vwas annoying. you specified that particular post, and not the vword, is it the vword.

carnivalsoration it's the word and the implication it's. it's just the whole thing, brother the whole damn thing

vwarlordvwanderlust yeah? vwhat implication?

carnivalsoration for you this is an inconvenience for a bit. for other people, this is their life. you don't earn the right ta use that word by your glorified lowblood tourism

vwarlordvwanderlust huh.

> So he's not *that* Alternian. 🤔

carnivalsoration > Ooo motherfucker.

do ya get what i mean? you can't have pride about somethin that you're not even really a part of.

vwarlordvwanderlust it vwas a joke. but yeah for sure, OBVWIOUSLY.

carnivalsoration and what about it is funny? like, can you just explain it to me?

vwarlordvwanderlust it's okay to not get jokes.

carnivalsoration no, i wanna get it.

vwarlordvwanderlust it's just a dumb lowvblood thing people say, you knowv, that i'm saying, because i'm kinda a lowvblood, for nowv.

carnivalsoration huh. and that's... funny?

vwarlordvwanderlust > This is the worst thing that's ever happened.

i mean. it's just one of those things.

carnivalsoration aight.

vwarlordvwanderlust look they can't all be vwinners!!!!!!!!

carnivalsoration you reblogged it though, you thought it was pretty good

vwarlordvwanderlust vwe all havwe different tastes. anyvways.

carnivalsoration yeah. what would you do if ya lusus died?

vwarlordvwanderlust > Weird foreplay but okay. > Clowns.

be sad.

did you vwant a longer ansvwer, or did you just leavwe.

carnivalsoration oh, oops. i got distracted. but like. how much would it change your life

vwarlordvwanderlust a lot. but i mean. i'll need to leavwe him anyvways.

carnivalsoration fun fact. i killed my lusus

vwarlordvwanderlust oh. vwhy?

carnivalsoration cuz that was the tradition at the time. indigos wouldn't get orphaned before adulthood on the condition that when they became a subjug, they'd kill their lusus themselves. and so that's what happened. i hella slaughtered him. it was a mess hahaha

vwarlordvwanderlust haha. yeah.

carnivalsoration i'm just talkin at this point

vwarlordvwanderlust vwhy? i mean don't get me vwrong. i lovwe our talks.

carnivalsoration i just ponder things sometimes. i'm old, i got a lotta memories to peruse what's your alternia like?

vwarlordvwanderlust big question, chief. dunno howv to ansvwer that.

carnivalsoration how often do people murder their lusus

vwarlordvwanderlust i don't knowv. probably not a ton. seems like a vwaste.

carnivalsoration hahaha remember what i said the other night? alternia likes nothin quite so much as waste

vwarlordvwanderlust alternia is cutthroat and efficient. may not alvways be pretty, but hey. it gets the job done.

carnivalsoration hahahaha. wrong. healthcare that involves replacing limbs instead of mending. killin people for any old thing and raisin all new people, like i said. you coulda imprisoned them and got free labor. killin reproductive failures. because you can still make THEM work. that ain't efficiency.

vwarlordvwanderlust that's efficient! you don't need to deal vwith upkeep if you toss a thing in the garbage vwhen it breaks, same vwith people. mm.

carnivalsoration efficiency is using a tool as long as it's useful. killin other planets rather than enslaving them. using lowbloods as fodder in just the stupidest ways. you could have them maneuver big heavy things or control animals at the front line or whatever. also. mechanical limbs cost a lot in upkeep too, just as a bonus destroying rather than fixing is just a thing. it's all brute force casual sadism, gloating over enemies rather than just offin em. imagine all the hot babes that were offed cuz they broke an ankle. or cuz they were kinda stupid once or they puked killin somethin the first time, which is another way alternia wastes life. beaurocracy is a HUGE waste of time plus it makes ya wanna beat your brains out with the stack of paperwork ya have to do land and sea trolls in competition, which wastes highblood life on dumbass feuds underfeedin slaves and workin them to death way before their natural lifespan. food ain't that expensive

vwarlordvwanderlust evwery system has SOME flawvs.

carnivalsoration yeah, but alternia's is that it just loves waste it fuckin can't get enough of it fuck, i tortured and killed thousands of people when i coulda tortured them and then put them to work .... probably hundreds of thousands.... i wonder if i broke a million

vwarlordvwanderlust vwell. i assumed that vwas, you knowv. pleasure, not business. but vwe all havwe flavws.

carnivalsoration oh, it's both. the fact i did it for fun doesn't change the fact i was definitely expected to do it

vwarlordvwanderlust vwell the system gets stuff done.

carnivalsoration oh, the number of troll screams i heard... the number of crimes confessed.... so many confessed to crimes that we found out they didn't even commit! just to make the agony stop

vwarlordvwanderlust the probability of false confessions is actually ovwerplayed by certain rebellious type groups, it's still mostly good intel.

> You should know, you consume imperial propaganda religiously!

carnivalsoration .... i .......... i tortured them myself all the time three a night, at least for centuries there is a LOT of false confessions a LOT of time wasted researching the falsities

vwarlordvwanderlust is it most of them?

carnivalsoration oh yeah. like 70% of the info you get from any one person is likely to be false. sometimes more, sometimes less, and about 90% of the time, the truths they do tell aren't worth your time to even pursue

vwarlordvwanderlust so vwe need to be more selectivwe in vwho vwe torture and vwhat vwe ask.

> Bold of you to say we, there.

carnivalsoration i'm kinda curious where you got the info about how false confessions are overplayed OH SHIT. I SHOULD HELP YOU GET USED TO TORTURE SOUNDS

vwarlordvwanderlust okay the tone of those tvwo messages is vwildly different.

carnivalsoration i just get excited sometimes

vwarlordvwanderlust it's pretty common knowvledge used to counter rebel propaganda. the real number is like 1%. ...here, i mean. i'm not accusing you of lying. hey, maybe our timelines are different.

carnivalsoration hey, if you're so sure, i bet i could do non-destructive torture on you and get you to confess to something that isn't true.

vwarlordvwanderlust that sounds bad and not fun!

carnivalsoration one hour. it isn't even that long. plus imagine how impressed people would be to know you can withstand torture

vwarlordvwanderlust > You start typing: "okay this is vwhy evweryone assumed you're a serial k" > Hm. That last one is a good message, though.

you don't think i can.

carnivalsoration i don't think you can

vwarlordvwanderlust you're the expert, i guess.

> God it would be so fucking impressive though.

carnivalsoration but i don't know for sure, since timeline differences. i don't wanna spread false information, specially if it helps rebels

vwarlordvwanderlust > GOD THAT'S SUCH A GOOD POINT.

okay but it's gotta vwait six nights.

carnivalsoration how come?

vwarlordvwanderlust not because i'm putting it off or anything, because i'm in a rustie body.

carnivalsoration why does that matter? the people most frequently tortured are lowbloods and i did say i wouldn't damage you. no knives, no electricity, nothin

vwarlordvwanderlust huh. yeah, i guess so. vwhat'll you do?

carnivalsoration waterboard

vwarlordvwanderlust so not to be ovwerly critical but like.

are you going to cause BRAIN DAMAGE. this seems vwild.

carnivalsoration i'm an expert, would i cause brain damage in one of my friends just for kicks? look up how long the average rustblood can hold their breath. gimme that long. not even an hour, just a little bit

vwarlordvwanderlust one to tvwo minutes... vwe'll say tvwo. or three or vwhatevwer idc. you think this is THAT bad???

carnivalsoration yeah

vwarlordvwanderlust > If this guy ends up torturing you to death, even the like one person who'd care, wouldn't care after reading this conversation. This would be a dumb fucking decision. This is so stupid, you'd absolutely regret this, there's only one answer you could plausibly give.

yeah, okay.

carnivalsoration aight. i'll give ya new coordinates

vwarlordvwanderlust not gonna be a cool outdoorsy forest vwibe for this torture sesh? hahaha

carnivalsoration we could move it to inside in my block and then make out

vwarlordvwanderlust nice!

carnivalsoration right?? you get tortured, come out fine, and then get to make out. what a fuckin nice night, right?

vwarlordvwanderlust okay it's not the night you think vwill happen though. you're just humoring me. but you're vwrong, so

carnivalsoration i'll make out with you either way

vwarlordvwanderlust it vwon't come up, haha.

carnivalsoration :o* [coords.txt]

vwarlordvwanderlust > Swoon.

😘❗

vwait.

carnivalsoration :o?

vwarlordvwanderlust okay no this isn't me pussying out i promise it's just. my transportalizer pass is for like. me. so is my id. saness and mituna and people just like. got here, though.

carnivalsoration mmmm. aight, what's ya coords? also tell me where a big bathtub is

vwarlordvwanderlust okay, sorry to be all annoying. oh uh. okay yeah.

carnivalsoration chill out, i ain't fussed

vwarlordvwanderlust > This is rough, on account of, you know. Being kicked out of your hive. But it's probably best not to do it there anyways, so off you go, trespassing on abandoned properties to scope out the bathrooms. Eventually you find something good enough, fairly recently vacated, and send coordinates.

> This is going to be cool.

carnivalsoration > Fucking Arrive! You are trying not to be too excited about being able to torture someone, but you're still pretty hype. You have all the things you'll need. Plenty of water to waste, a cloth to wrap around his face, your recording app open on your phone to record when he isn't looking.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You're only about as nervous as you were before you went hunting (and that turned out so great).

> You grin and wave. This time, you lack any purple in your outfit, and your eyes are red, and you don't have fins, but you look basically the same.

"Hey there, doll. Howv's it going?"

> It's not stalling if it's just a little bit.

carnivalsoration "Pretty damn good so far. You aight gettin your clothes wet, or should we take em off?" You raise eyebrows at him a few times. Waggle.

> Don't be too eager, Makara.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You pull on your shirt, thinking about no just kidding it's always good to take off your shirt. You're vulnerable enough without taking off your pants, though.

"This alright vwith you, doll?"

> You can eyebrow waggle with the best of them. Hitting on people is good.

carnivalsoration > Touch a tit. "Nice." Hitting on people Is good.

> You pull out a scrap of fabric and smile. "Lemme blindfold ya, brother." You're thinking about things that are ridiculous enough that it'll make it funny to confess to but that he won't be offended about later.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Nice.

> See, the thing is that this is such a good and valid sexy scenario if you forget about the torture that's definitely going to happen.

"Sure, yeah."

> You cooperate with a nervous laugh.

carnivalsoration > Blindfold: On. You make sure to adjust it just right, so he can't see you. "I'm going to lead you to the tub now," you say, softly.

> And you do, gently, and telling him to mind the ledge. All you really need is a drain. And water, of course. But you've got that.

vwarlordvwanderlust "Gotcha."

> It's surprisingly disorienting, being led around a fairly unfamiliar environment blindfolded, even for such a short distance. You're already feeling a little nervous about this.

> Maybe the professional torture guy who got people to say stuff that went against their own interests knows what he's talking about with regards to torture?

> But maybe you're just an unstoppable badass. Probably that second one.

carnivalsoration > You lead him in and direct him to lay down. You're very calm and reassuring.

> And then you try to place your camera on a ledge so it peers down at Cronus, get in the tub on top of him to pin him down. You'll try to grab his wrists, place them above his head, grab them with one hand. And one of his horns too. You'll narrate your actions the whole time.

> Damn, indigos are strong when you're a rustblood, him actually resisting you is a bit like him resisting really fleshy iron.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You cooperate, maybe metaphorically dragging your heels a bit, but, oh, no you aren't, fuck this dude is strong.

> FUCK this would be hot if it wasn't for this.

> You're a little wiggly, but not like you're necessarily trying to get away (not that you could), more like you keep wanting to look around.

> It's a lot harder to keep your face casual without the reminder of eye contact, for some reason.

> It's just a couple of minutes, though! It's fine! You Have Never Been Calmer.

> (It'd be really funny if your light hyperventilating made you pass out before he did anything. Funny for some people, at least.)

carnivalsoration > Oh how fucking precious that is. He's so cute, and he doesn't even verbally object. Plausible deniability!

> You grin a little bit where he can't see. "Your three minutes starts now."

> You pull out a gallon jug of water from your dex and start pouring it over his nose and mouth. It looks so ridiculous for being as effective as it is, considering it quickly starts to feel like he's barely keeping his head above water.

"Cronus, did you make me a cookie?" You ask down sternly at him. Not loud, not aggressive per se, but definitely authoritarian.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Blblbr?!?

> Okay this is bad actually.

> You thrash a little, reflexively, but don't get far. You try to shake your head but, uh, can't.

"No--?"

> Boy the water sure just keeps happening. It's a good thing your body inherited reflexes to not breathe water, or this would have been over very fast, since you'd already be coughing it up onto the floor.

> This is a really bad thing but it's not for very long. It's fine!

> The nice thing about being tortured is you're too distracted to worry about keeping a straight face.

> The bad thing about being tortured is all the other stuff. :(

carnivalsoration > Oh, hey, he didn't immediately submit. That's fine. Patience is all you need. The water keeps up in a steady stream. "You did, didn't you. Don't lie to me, you did make me a cookie. Didn't you?!"

> A forceful tone of voice and persistence is all you need. Soon he'll be too disoriented to do much more than choke and agree with you.

vwarlordvwanderlust ==> Cronus: choke and agree with him.

> This was a terrible idea!

> (Wow, Cronus, if only there was any way of knowing that.)

> Your panicked failing gets a little more forceful, but not any more effective.

"Stop, yes--"

> You're dying, he's killing you, you're going to drown here and nobody will ever know what happened.

carnivalsoration "And just what happened to that cookie, Cronus?" You accuse. "Did you fucking eated it??" Oh messiahs bless, saying that with a straight face is so funny. So hard.

"Don't you dare fucking lie, did you Eated my Cookie?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > You already said yes! You really will definitely die at his hands. AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA

"Yes, I did, stop,"

> Your lungs don't feel right, but you don't know if there's actually water in there or if you're just freaking the fuck out without haviing gills, so it feels different.

> Glub glub,

> When you get back in your right mind, you'll be mad. This is the dumbest thing imaginable

carnivalsoration > Okay, now to get to the aftercare portion so no one thinks you're evil or whatever.

> You stop pouring water, captchalogue the jug, and get out of the tub. Then you help him sit up, lean forward. "Alright, now. Cough. Get it all outta ya."

> ..... Grab your phone. Fuck you hope that recorded the right angle.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Water, water everywhere, the last thing you're ever going to feel is water-- no water.

> You're shivering, and coughing weird-- you don't know enough about this to know if it's normal for torture weird, though.

> When he gets you into a better position, you cough up a little more water than might be expected for someone else who this happened to. Probably you just tried to breathe a little more than most people.

> When you're a little less full of water, you go for the blindfold, if he hasn't taken care of it already. Seeing is good.

carnivalsoration > Oh shit blindfold, better hide the phone! Captchaloguing is so convenient for slight of hand stuff.

> you help him with the blindfold, very helpfully, with no ulterior motives whatsoever, and then give him a little pat on the back.

"You did pretty well! Didn't beg, don't think you cried. Still definitely confessed though."

vwarlordvwanderlust > You're tearing up a little bit now, but it's probably just the coughing, because you don't feel anything about this. It's basically no big deal.

> You glare at him, looking about as threatening as a half drowned kitten.

"You tried to kill me!"

> You sound vaguely hysterical.

carnivalsoration "Nope, you weren't even close to death. If i had tried to kill you, i got a billion other different ways to do it and there'd be no try about it."

> Pat him a little more. Its okay dear Cronus, it's all okay.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Rub at your eyes with one hand and try to take deep breaths, the way you were taught to instruct a charge to do if they flipped out.

> If you actually thought it was an attempt on your life, you'd be running, for all the good it'd do you. You still think it got closer than he's saying, but.

"I'vwe gotta stop givwing myself chances to look like an idiot in front of you."

> You sound calmer, but not, you know. Calm.

carnivalsoration > You laugh a bit, waggle your brows. "I like idiots, if that helps." It probably won't. "Anyway, my respect for people ain't based on the sorta thing that you seem so down on yourself about, so you're basically in the clear on that front."

> Not on several other things, but what can ya do. If you're ringleader, try to be nice anyway.

vwarlordvwanderlust > 'You didn't look like an idiot, Cronus', would have been the correct response, but he tried.

> Hhhhhhh.

> You haul yourself shakily out of the tub.

"Thanks, babe. Good looking out. Excellent. Appreciate it."

> You look at your hands, remembering the ineffectual struggling, and shiver. But in like, a cool and nonchalant way, totally.

"Man. Rusties are, uh. Vweak, huh?"

> Not that you could necessarily beat twelve feet of clown in an arm wrestling match normally, but still.

carnivalsoration > Oh good, he actually got that little bit of empathy you tried to make happen. Yes, he is weak as a rusty, and that's how they feel all the time!

"Yeah. Bones are more fragile too. Pretty nuts, ain't it? I barely even felt you struggling."

> How much can you hammer things home before you make it obvious? .... Let's give it a try.

"Browns and yellows ain't much better, ya know. They kinda have to do whatever we want em to, one on one, unless they got real good psionic control." Which means Mituna can't easily say no to what you do, Fuckwit. .... If only you could say those words out loud. Can't seem too sympathetic, though, you're supposed to be a mean Alternian who is being nice to him for some reason.

> Plus or minus some waterboarding.

vwarlordvwanderlust "Haha, better to be on the other side of that one, I'vwe gotta say."

> Lowbloods are weak and it's funny. Not that you sound all that amused right this particular instant, but you'll be back to normal soon enough.

"Not an especially controvwersial opinion, I knowv. Anyvways! That's good, I guess. Makes things easier to handle."

> Now you're into the fucking with your hair stage of emotional recovery, because it definitely got all messed up.

carnivalsoration > Hahaha yeah, better to be a coolblood, outnumbered a hundred to one. That's a good side to be on. Ha. Ha. Ha.

> You watch him fix his hair for several moments before you proceed to just. Fuck it up again. Ruffle ruffle ruffle.

"I won the bet. What do i get as a prize?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > Pout at him.

"C'mon, boss, vwhy you gotta be like that?"

> It's pretty fucking wild how this guy actually literally tortured you, admittedly at your request, but you're so willing to be his friend.

> You smile tentatively at the question, a far cry from your typical cocky smirk.

"I dunno, big guy. Vwhat do you vwant?"

> It COULD not be a come on, except that you kinda. Lick your lips and waggle your eyebrows. Just a little. A smidge. It's probably really casual.

carnivalsoration > You like teasing him, and you laugh when he pouts. "Ain't my fault you look cute with mussed hair."

> And then he licks his lips and waggles his brows in a way that reminds you of yourself, except that you like to go overboard with it like it's a joke so that people can brush it off without the whole thing being hella awkward.

> You chuckle a little more, tap his nose. "I'll save my spoils for another time, hmm? In the meantime, though."

> Bend over, pick him up by the ass, and just give him a big ol kiss on his lips.

vwarlordvwanderlust "Yeah, you really think it looks alright?"

> Preen. You're incredibly fucking vain, which is pretty obvious considering your everything about you, and you appreciate being called cute. Even if tough would be preferable.

> OH THIS IS A VERY GOOD THING!

> Kiss back with just a little more enthusiasm than technique, though it isn't like you're terrible. This is a good night. You should probably put your shirt back on eventually, but it's not a particularly high priority at the moment.

carnivalsoration > Oh, boi, you're always the teacher and the experienced one. Otherwise you might be annoyed to be in such a position yet again.

> .... Grope his ass, tho, check if its doin alright, and see how quick he is to learn how to make out good.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You relax into it before too long, less tongue aggression can only improve things.

> You're basically only alright.

> You nip at his lips with lowblood-dull teeth, and grin when he gropes you. You don't want to take your arms away from their position over his shoulders, or you'd return the favor.

> Nothing bad has ever happened to you and everything is great.

carnivalsoration > Oh, teeth always get a good reaction out of you, inexperienced or no. Son of a bitch, you didn't want him to actually have Power over you.

> .... Whatever.

> How long can you keep him entertained with just. A lot of making out.

vwarlordvwanderlust > :D

> Cronus Will Remember That.

> Who doesn't like teeth, though, really.

> Oh, so fucking long. For all that you claimed to be all about the orgasms earlier, you sure are happy to keep doing this!

carnivalsoration > You'll keep going for at least like five minutes. He's getting so into it, you half expect to feel something wiggling against your chest.

vwarlordvwanderlust > YOU'RE getting a little squirmy, but at least you're not an adolescent anymore, so nothing's happening downstairs. That he can feel, at least.

> ... This is really good but like. Maybe. You don't need both hands to hold yourself up.

> You try and reach for his crotch, but don't stop making out.

carnivalsoration > Your eyebrows actually raise at his bold move, and you pull away a couple so you can look at him. And look down at the reaching hand.

> Your bulge is Definitely not out.

"Lookin ta escalate, brother?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > You didn't think it would be, neither is yours, but this is how you get stuff to happen! You do it!

> You stare blankly at him.

"No, vwhy do you ask?"

> You may make some questionable "jokes" about lowbloods, but your deadpan delivery is pretty good.

carnivalsoration "Cuz I'm not!" You say, with a smile and a single fingergun.

> For quite a few reasons. One of which is that you're not really In The Mood. Another, you have to ask Saness for permission.

> But, most importantly, you want to hold that particular bit of encouragement for later.

vwarlordvwanderlust > ?????????????????????????

> You look a little crestfallen, but mostly baffled.

> Maybe being tortured and then crying about it and coughing up water at someone isn't overwhelmingly sexy.

> No, that's probably not it.

> You roll your eyes, but withdraw your hand, and prepare to go back to making out.

carnivalsoration > That's fine. You are gonna just make out a while and think ya thoughts.

> How long can he even go at this before he gets bored...

vwarlordvwanderlust > Not THAT long, as it turns out. A couple minutes later, you pull back.

"Okay but are you sure?"

carnivalsoration > Bitch.

"Would I say it if I wasn't sure?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Maybe?"

> Your wide eyed innocent look isn't nearly as cute as you'd like to think, especially when it's about wanting to get in someone's pants.

"I'm just making sure, you knowv, people can change their minds, and that's okay if you ask me."

carnivalsoration "If I want to fuck you, you'll know. Because I will tell you, and then I will do it."

> Your voice isn't so friendly now.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Jeez, some people are so touchy. You'd raise your hands in surrender, but you're still a little worried that he'll drop you.

"Yeah, got it, good to knowv! It's good to be clear on stuff."

> ...Hm. Are makeouts even really the mood anymore? Why do actions have consequences???

carnivalsoration > You sigh, roll your eyes. "If you say no, what the fuck do you expect people to do? Ask you again, just to make sure?"

> Time to put the boi down. Things aren't that fun and he ruined it by being a shitheel.

vwarlordvwanderlust > :(

> This sucks.

> You pout, and the whine in your voice is definitely really cool and adult.

"I mean, I vwouldn't expect it, necessarily, but I vwouldn't make it a big deal..."

carnivalsoration > How fiercely do you have to glare to give him the full picture of the disdain you have for that whine and those words? You give it a shot for fucking sure. That is a hell of a nasty look.

"You think I'm makin a big deal out of it? I could be so much more overt with my anger and annoyance, motherfucker, I could make a real big deal outta it. My body is mine, my consent is mine, and I can do with it as little or as much as I mother fuckin please, do you understand me?"

> You step up on him with that last little bit, to loom over him. You are not pleased.

vwarlordvwanderlust > HhhhhhhHHHHHHH MAN IT'S NOT AS SEXY THAT HE'S BIG ANYMORE ACTUALLY.

> Wilt under the weight of that glare+loom combo, abruptly stepping back, hands up appeasingly.

"Hey hey, yeah, I get it."

> What's that last part you always forget? Oh, right.

"Sorry!"

> God this bastard is scary. You just want him to like you, this shouldn't be so hard!

carnivalsoration "What do you get? Tell me the lesson you learned. Don't just repeat after me, tell me why what you just said was fucked up."

> you are still looming.

vwarlordvwanderlust "You'd vwin,"

> Not probably a particularly promising start, but goddamn, this sure is the guy who tortured you VERY RECENTLY, huh.

"I get it, you can do vwhatevwer you vwant, I got it, that one vwas my bad."

> You may be the seadweller, but he's still more experienced than you, and four fucking feet taller. You stumble back another step, grinning nervously.

carnivalsoration > Ooh this motherfucker

"That ain't the POINT," you growl. "Try again. I got faith you can get this lesson. It ain't about me, it's about you."

vwarlordvwanderlust > It's not like he's pursuing you, and you feel like if you keep backing up you'll hit wall, which would really not help with the feeling safe thing, so you stop. Even though he growls, and it's fucking terrifying.

"I vwas annoying and pushy? And shouldn't be?"

> Your rising inflection makes it clear that you're definitely guessing, but at least it's an educated guess.

carnivalsoration "There's more to it than annoying." But you seem a little satisfied by that answer. "There's a lot fuckin more to it. You were pushy. People don't like bein round pushy people who don't respect their decisions. And that's the fuckin problem. You didn't respect my decision."

> How do you really drill this into him, you wonder...

vwarlordvwanderlust > Now you're a little defensive.

"I respected your decision! Look, I'm not doing anything nowv, am I?"

> Everyone always assumes the worst of you just because of all the things you do and say, and the person who you are.

carnivalsoration > Your expression gets tight and angry before you sit on the edge of the tub and put your head in your hands for half a second.

"Cronus Ampora," you say, softly. "Have you ever met someone who's been raped?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > What's. Your head snaps up to look at him, and you flush maroon, suddenly angry and upset, but still nervous. Off balance.

"I didn't-- I don't-- that doesn't havwe ANYTHING to do vwith this!"

carnivalsoration "Why not? Haven't you heard about all the people who said no, and then said yes reluctantly because they felt there would be consequences after. Or because they were pressured? And then they got fucked. When they didn't want to be. Someone's hands defiled their body and someone's bulge made them hate themselves. Have you never heard of that?"

> You look at him with deadly seriousness.

"So. Tell me. Have you ever met someone. Who has been sexually violated?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "... No. I mean, not. I don't think that's. That doesn't *happen* here."

> That kind of... crime? It's probably a crime sometimes. But it's not a Beforan thing.

> That's one of those big scary Alternian things.

> You've never heard of anything with a yes involved being called rape, though.

> You fuck with your hair more, no longer meeting his gaze.

carnivalsoration > You reach over, grab him, tug him towards you to make sure he looks you in the eyes.

"It happens everywhere. Everywhere anyone wants to have power over anyone else, or everywhere anyone feels they don't have to pay attention to the wants of anyone else."

> You look at him for two long moments of silence.

"If you ever want to meet a rape victim, keep doing what you did there. You'll make one. Violence doesn't have to be bloody or involve kicking and screaming to happen. Don't let it happen while you're not paying attention."

vwarlordvwanderlust "That's not..."

> You trail off kind of weakly.

"I vwouldn't make people do any-- I vwouldn't make people do that."

> You are, in fact, processing what he's saying, but it doesn't really sound like it, maybe.

"I'm not-- I'm a good guy!"

> The looming sensation of realizing the consequences of your past actions threatens to encroach on your feelings, but you beat that shit back with a stick. This was a rough enough night already, he doesnt need to basically call you a terrible person.

> Your voice is small and tentative when you speak next.

"Isn't it like. Important. For highbloods to, uh. Take things. If they vwant them, and they're tough and can havwe them?"

> You sound like you're trying to remember something from class, not like you're actually making an argument.

carnivalsoration > You watch him, watch expressions flit over his face as you let your words sink in. His question is an important one to figure out how to answer, you can't just say whatever comes to mind.

> It's a few moments before you respond.

"Taking things from others because you have the ability to doesn't change that it's stealing. Fucking someone because you can doesn't automatically make it consentual on their part. Conquest for someone is still torture for someone else. You can't be a good person and a victorious person at the same time, if you hurt someone to get there. People don't like someone and fear someone at the same time."

> You look at him seriously. You can't treat him like a kid, you can't treat him like a dick who doesn't matter. He's an adult who can make his own choices, and they are choices that will define him.

"You choose who you want to be. What you want to do with your power. Every choice you make opens some doors and closes others. You have more doors you can go through than lowbloods do, but but inevitably, you will define yourself by your actions. And you will define the opinions others have of you by them, and by what you do with the choices you have and the results that come of them."

> You hope he's getting the full power of your words. You definitely phrase them like they're important.

"You can take whatever you get your hands on. But shit like 'respect', like 'fondness', like bein liked, cannot be taken by force. It cannot just happen. You put effort into it, into the thoughts of feelings of others. Fear is easy to win. Disgust is easy to win. Easy to keep. Trust is what's hard to win, hard to keep. And, to me, hard things are generally worth earning."

vwarlordvwanderlust > He had you going for a second there. A while, even. You were listening with rapt attention, wide eyed, but.

> As persuasive as he is, as smart as he seems, there's an obvious hole in his argument, and he can't have missed it.

"People lovwe and fear the empress. Evweryone does. She vwants it all and she takes it, and she has it! I'm not trying to put myself on her levwel, but she's the trollish ideal."

> God, but you want to be liked.

"Do you... really believwe all this stuff?"

> You don't know what his motivations would be if he didn't, but.

carnivalsoration > You nod gravely at his question. "I speak the truth I've discovered through pain and trials, and I mean every word of it. Now, I want you to tell me something, and I want you to be thinkin real hard about yourself and about all those people you hang with."

> You raise a wry eyebrow. "Do you, personally, love the empress? Like you do, say, yourself. Or your lusus. Do you think all of your friends do? Go through em one by one, in your mind, see if you can find one that you think might not. You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. But I want you to be true to yourself, at the very fuckin least."

> You'll let that sink in for a moment, while you watch him.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You think about Mituna, broken and shoved into a padded cage by her policies, and grimace. . Other examples filter up through your mind more gradually, but his is the most salient.

"Vwell... evweryone respects--"

> You think about the fact that he was even broken in the first place because he was protesting her policies, biting the jeweled hand that fed him. He got what was coming to him, though...

> Your mouth settles into a stubborn line

"...Evweryone SHOULD respect the empress, if they're decent. Right?"

> Making such a tentative, heavily conditional statement at all in an argument, let alone then asking for confirmation, should probably be a sign that you're not really feeling it.

carnivalsoration "What is the difference, I wonder, between respect of somethin dangerous, like not playin with fire, and respect of someone's opinions because you value their input and believe they would value yours."

> He's so stubborn and so panwashed by all that propaganda, but he's slowly coming to important realizations that will shape him. And you're proud of him for it, it's sure not an easy thing to do.

"Decency is subjective. You gotta ask yourself what you think is decent. Gotta come to the conclusion, yourself, what you value in a person. Convictions are personal. I want to know what yours are, when you think about what you value most in a person."

vwarlordvwanderlust "You don't need to believwe someone vwould vwalue your input to respect their opinions. Eridan doesn't givwe a shit about anything I say, but he's a good kid and he knowvs lots of stuff."

> Mmm. You feel weird about all this. It's another elaborate test, and you've failed every single one he's given you before it.

"Vwhy do you vwant to knowv?"

carnivalsoration "Oh, but tell me if that makes you less likely to have meaningful conversations with him. Like the one we're having right now."

> Feeling weird is a normal part of this process. It sucks though. You don't like it either.

> You give him a wry smile at his next little question.

"Because I want to respect you, for your own sake."

vwarlordvwanderlust "Sure, I guess."

> Not that that proves anything.

> Hm. You look at him, really look at him, trying to gauge his sincerity.

> You continue to suck at that. Fortunately, you just assume he's sincere.

"I guess... Loyalty. Passion. Honor. Ambition, and uh, success too. It doesn't matter if you don't succeed, haha. Bravwery. The usual?"

> You don't sound especially certain, but then, it's not a question you've had cause to think about much. Not explicitly, at least.

carnivalsoration "I don't wanna hear about the usual. The expected answers. Those are buzzwords, words everyone likes and likes to think about themself. I want to hear somethin that could be individual to you. You ain't everyone. You're you. You got your own shit to bring to the table and I wanna hear what Cronus Ampora, specifically, values."

vwarlordvwanderlust "I don't..."

> This is a Big Question. Him first.

"Vwhat vwould you say, someone asked you that?"

> You have literally no clue. Maybe his answer will be inspiring.

carnivalsoration "I value people who have conviction but are open to change. I value people who respect thoughts different than their own, and can learn from things they don't experience. I like people who will hear me talk about my gods and not dismiss everythin I say. I like people who are thoughtful about their enemies as well as their friends. I like people who get angry. And I like people who can control their anger. I respect people who have knowledge but don't assume they know everything. I respect people who have been through shit but still know not to apply what they know universally, without context. I like people who are different from me."

vwarlordvwanderlust > Well, at the very least, you sure get angry.

"Vwowv, that's. A lot."

> You jam your hands in your pockets and look to the side.

"I dunno. I just. Like people vwho like me."

> That's the dumbest and truest thing you've ever said.

carnivalsoration > Welp, that didn't Quite work.

"What makes you dislike people?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "I guess I don't like it vwhen people..."

> 'Are mean to me'. Shit. You need a different one.

> Kick at the ground. This is so complicated.

"It's obnoxious vwhen people don't care about anything at all. There's so much *stuff*, and some people can't be bothered to pay attention to any of it. This is vworse than the torture, because it's making me face howv boring I am. "

> (Just kidding, you won't actually face that for a good while yet.)

carnivalsoration > You hum, consider him. "You're not boring. Not really. You're just... Not finished. You're like an artist and your canvas. And you've got all your outlines set up, but there ain't any color yet."

> Better continue on before he gets offended, delicate little shit. "Still, that's important, that thing you just said. You don't like people who don't care. So it follows that you're drawn to people who do care. Does it matter, to you, what they care about?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > Rude.

> But yeah, it turns out dicking around on a guitar all night and fantasizing about killing aliens doesn't actually lead to much growth as a person.

"Yeah, passion, like I said."

> You think for a second.

"I guess... I mean, it's best if they care about shit that's interesting. I mean, I don't vwanna hear some nerd go on about model trains for hours. But I think caring about something enough to dedicate yourself to it is cool."

> You're kind of opening up again, even though this isn't exactly something you're used to talking about. You don't feel like you're on the edge of a wrong answer, though.

"Art, especially, though. Art is so..."

> Useful? Important? Nah. You fold back into yourself a little.

"It's neat, at least. I guess being interested in something practical is better."

carnivalsoration > You like that, like that he can see the value in giving a shit about things he doesn't care a lick about. Your expression has been steadily softening, and now you smile a little at his words. He's doing great. Keep going, Cronus.

> And then he says something a bit down again, a bit Alternian Standard, and you have to reach back for what he was so close to expressing. Something genuine about Himself.

"No, tell me more about art, brother. I wanna hear your thoughts. What excites you about art, about music?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > You laugh a little.

"You're biased because you're a clowvn, but yeah, sure."

> You fall back into the subject with little encouragement, seemingly forgetting that this is the Big Scary Alternian Mentor Guy.

"Art is... Good art, to clarify, because there's a lot of shit out there. But art is beautiful evwen vwhen it's ugly, because art is honest evwen vwhen it's fake. All art tells a truth about the artist, y'knowv?"

carnivalsoration "I do know. I like that about art, I like knowin about people through what they do and how they do it."

> You don't mind the clown stereotyping. Just this once. It's true enough anyway.

"And what do you think your art says about you?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Vwell, if you havwe to ask, it must not havwe been saying vwery vwell!"

> You take that in good humor, though.

"I guess my public stuff, the newv music, is mostly about me being cool and tough and a loyal citizen. But subject isn't the same as message... It probably mostly says howv self centered I am."

> Candor!

> You do talk a lot about yourself in your songs.

carnivalsoration > You laugh a bit as well. "Well, the message I get and the message you intend can be two separate things. Art is individual even to the observers of it. But I think that comes across pretty well."

> You think it comes across that he's lonely and desperate.

"What about your private stuff, then? The stuff where you are the artist and the intended audience?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Vwell, I mean, that stuff's privwate."

> So's your vent blog, but this guy has that too.

> You stare off into the middle distance, because it makes you look cool and deep.

"I guess it mostly just says that I'm sensitivwe. Major character flawv, but sometimes the babes lovwe it, so it's a mixed bag. It's all about heartbreak and abandonment or vwhatevwer."

carnivalsoration > Oh fuck. Oh fuck it's so hard to not laugh at him sometimes.

> You keep back the chuckles and feel glad that he's staring off into the distance like a nerd.

"So you feel abandoned? Misunderstood?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Sure, yeah. I mean, it's not like people stick around."

> For Some Reason.

"Nobody really gets me, and nobody really cares to try. I guess you do, and San."

carnivalsoration > .... And That's about all the focus you're willing to have with this conversation.

"Well, me and saness are gonna do our best. So. Ya know. Try not to make it too hard on us."

vwarlordvwanderlust "I'll do my best."

> Grin, setting aside your Dramatic Melancholy for later.

"I like you guys, you're great. Vweird, but hey, vwho isn't?"

carnivalsoration "Who knows. No one I wanna chill with."

> A few seconds of looking at him.

"Hey I got shit to do and I can't really do it in this busted up hive."

vwarlordvwanderlust "No, yeah, I vwas just about to ask if you vwere ready to dip."

> It's time for lots of introspection, followed by promptly discarding all the conclusions you come to that feel bad.

> This was. Something. Lots of things.

"Do you havwe your owvn vway back? San did."

carnivalsoration > You're not sure he actually was. You're just a little tired of dealing with a wiggler.

"Yeah," you motion to a bracer very similar to hers. "I'm pretty good on transport. Catch ya later?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Seeya around, boss."

> Fingerguns and wink. God you're charming. Time to go.

carnivalsoration > You disappear! Bye bitch.

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deliciousflapbanditfarm · 6 years

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Tagged again! By @meymourwhysstarker . Sksksk these are fun so let's do this 👍

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes actually. My real name is a biblical name found in the bible. From the top of my head the first mention of it is in "Daniel"

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday

3. Do you want/have kids?

Yes actually! I want 5, 3 boys and 2 girls 😁

4. Do you use sarcasm alot?

Kinda I guess

5. What’s the first thing you notice about others?

Huh...I never thought of that. I guess eyes, but that sounds so typical. I don't really know, I'll get back to this if I find the answer

6. What’s your eye-color?

Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both! I absolutely lovw both

8. Any special talents?

I can....bake? People say I'm a pretty good baker and I'm improving my skills. I'm also an ok singer, but I'm working on it

9. Where were you born?

Nevada 🎉

10. What are your hobbies?

I love baking and singing.....are those considered hobbies?

11. Any pets?

Nope, but I really do want some 😍

12. Do you play/have played any sports?

Ha nope. I've played a few times, but I stay away from sports

13. How tall are you?

5'2"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Culinary and anything science related like Biology or Chemistry

15. Dream job?

I wanna be a Pastry Chef and open up a bakery. Where? I don't know, but I wanna dedicate life to my pastries. If that doesn't work out then I'm thinking of going somewhere into the science field like maybe a botanist or chemical engineer

Tagging. Eek, I don't wanna bother or annoy anyone so I'll just tag three peeps

@the-ss-starker

@pantastic-peach

@toybandaids

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United We Fall- King George III x Reader

Reader gender: female Warnings: swearing, theft, illness, violence, depression, medieval theft punishments A/n: this was so much fun to write! I may have gotten carried away a bit Word count: 3335

You made your way through the marketplace, your hood closely covering your face as you searched for something- anything- that could be good to eat. You tore down a wanted poster with your face on it as you walked passed the post that held it. Spotting a pharmacy, you walked in and headed up to the desk. "Flu medicine?" You asked quietly, making sure to keep your head bent. "High demand lately." He said. "That gentleman there just got the last of our stock." You looked to where he was pointing to see a well dressed man walk out of the store. "Thank you." You nodded and left the store, closely trailing the man. He eventually found his way down a back alley where you brought down the butt of your knife to his temple. He instantly crumpled to the ground. You stashed your weapon and got down on your knees next to him. Rooting through his pockets, you recovered the medicine and a fair amount of money. You stored your findings in your jacket and quickly left. You kept your head down as to not attract attention which caused you to bump into a firm chest. Panic set in when you saw the familiar uniform of a royal guard.

"Apologies, sir." You muttered and attempted to maneuver around him. "Not so fast, Miss l/n." He caught your arm before you could get away. "The thief? Oh no, you have the wrong person." You lied. "I don't think I do." He growled, pulling out your hand to reveal several missing fingers. "The king had been dying to see you." You grabbed your knife with your free hand and swung it at his face, leaving a large gash. He dropped your hand and you sprinted away, hoping to get back home to your sister, Arya. Before you could get a hundred feet, you were met with a circle of guards. Horrified, you saw that one of them held a sword to your sister's throat. "You let her go." You growled, your grip tightening on your knife. "She's innocent!" "Yes, but you're not." The guard said. You sighed. "Listen, she's sick. Let me give her this medicine and I'll go with you, no complaint." You held out the vial of medicine. The one with the sword nodded to another who came forward and took the vial from you. "Wait!" You fished out the money you had stolen, "This to? Please?" He grudgingly too the money and handed both to your sister. "Y/n..." she said shakily. "It'll be okay, Arya." You promised as guards grabbed your arms, knocking the knife out of your hand. "You take that stuff, you go home and you ration. You can survive, I know you can. Just until I get back. I will come back for you, I swear." "That's enough, thief." A guard growled as they dragged you away. You could hear Arya's cries as they dragged her back to your small cottage. You fought back tears as you continued walking, upholding your promise. They forced you into the castle and shoved you on your knees in front of the last person you wanted to see: King George III Though, to you, it was "just George". "Y/n, Y/n." He tsked. "We've been looking for you for quite a while now. I'm surprised you didn't flee the country entirely." "No one would take me." You growled. "Right, I almost forgot, I rule most of the world." He smirked. "I'm sure they didn't want to piss you off by taking in your runaway betrothed." You spat the word like it was poison on your tongue. You'd rather have poison than him as a husband any day, though. "No America? I would think you would love it there, with both of you hating me." "I couldn't risk taking Arya on one of those filthy ships of yours." "Arya!" It pained you to hear her name on his lips. "How is she?" "Like you care." You glared. "Well, I don't. But, I kind of have to, seeing as, I love you and you love her." He shrugged. "Funny. I would've thought you were too OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND TO LOVW ANYBODY." You yelled. You refrained from flinching as a guard raised his hand in warning. "That's quite enough, James. You can leave." George ordered. "My liege-" the guard protested. "Out!" He yelled. The guards quickly filed out of the room, leaving just you and George. "Now, now, Y/n," he sounded almost... sad? "You don't mean that." "I'd have to get Stockholm syndrome to fall in love with you." You hissed. "I've left your room the same. And Arya's. Oh, it'll be so great to have you back." He clapped his hands like an excited child. "I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely." Your eyes flicked around the room, focusing on anything but him. "Let's get you out of those rags and I'll have someone go fetch your sister. Guards!" The soldiers made their way back in and stood at attention behind you. "Take her to her room, find her something nice and tell the cook to start preparing dinner. Fetch Arya and do the same with her." The man from earlier- James- grabbed you by the arm and lead you up the stairs to your old room. George had never forced you to sleep in the same room as him which you were thankful for. You were unceremoniously shoved into the room and the door clicked shut behind you. You ran a hand across the f/c silk bed sheets where dust had collected in your absence. You threw open the doors of the large dresser and looked over the large variety of dresses, hoops and corsets. You sighed at the choice of garments, you had never been one for dresses. You closed the doors and flipped down on your bed, choosing to stay in your pants, tunic and cloak. There was a light knock on your door, signaling the only thing you were looking forward to. "Come in." You called. The door opened to reveal your handmaiden and best friend, Sophia. You quickly got up and hugged her tightly. "I would say it's good to have you back but..." she sighed. You laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. It's only slightly better than living on the streets." You showed her your hand which was missing three fingers. "How did that even happen? Wouldn't they have taken you back here if they caught you?" "It was earlier, when they didn't know I had left and I wasn't as good at my job." You sighed, running your opposite thumb over the jagged skin. "You got caught three times in the five hours we didn't know you had left?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "Like I said." You muttered. "Well, we got to get you in one of those monstrosities otherwise, King Asshat'll be pissed." She said, opening your closet. "No..." you groaned, burying yourself in the silk bed sheets. "C'mon." She pulled you up. "If you make my job easier, I'll make sure your guy clothes get washed and not thrown away." She threatened, peeling the clothes off you. She lead you into the bathroom where a bath has already been drawn for you. It was still warm, it must have been drawn while you were talking to the king. You were lowered into it and you relished the warm water on your sore skin. The water quickly turned black as Sophia scrubbed the dirt off of you. "Jesus, girl." She muttered, doing her best to clean you in the steadily dirtier water. When she had done all she could do, she helped you out and dried you off, bringing you back out to your room. You compiled in mute annoyance as she loosely laced your corset and tugged on a wicker hoop and a pair of tights. She tugged a f/c dress over your head and laced it up before sitting you down at the vanity and taking locks of your hair in her hands. "My god..." she sighed, staring at all the knots. You winced in pain as she tugged them out with a comb, not stopping until your hair was a smooth as your sheets. When she was done, she went to work trying to cover all the blemishes on your face and dust your eyelids with color. She finished by adding a bright red lipstick and turned you towards the mirror. "I haven't seen myself look this beautiful in a long time." You sighed. "Just doing my job." She smirked. There was another knock on the door, this one firmer and more urgent. "Come in." You called once again. The door opened to reveal a young looking guard who just looked generally scared of everything. "The king requests your presence at dinner, m'lady." He said shyly. "I'll be down in a minute." You promised. You stopped him as he turned to leave. "Straighten up, boy. You'll get yourself killed if you go walking around like that. I should know." He nodded and left the room. "Guess you'd better get going then." Sophia said, patting your back. You stood and navigated the once familiar halls to the dining hall. You ran to your sister and wrapped her in a hug when you saw her face at the table. She itched at the lace sleeve of her dress. "Do we have to wear dresses?" She whispered, conscious of the judgemental ears surrounding you. You laughed lightly. "I'll work something out." You promised. "My love!" George called out, entering the room with a dramatic flare. You groaned and took your seat next to the head of the table with Arya across from you. George took his seat at the head as they brought in the first course. He talked your ear off throughout the first course, all the way to the entree. He talked about America's revolt and what he had planned. He talked non stop about how excited he was to have you back and how you would rule the world together. A faint smile tugged at your lips at his childlike joy. Halfway through your dinner, Arya began coughing nonstop, her untreated sickness getting to her. "Have none of you fools gotten this girl treated yet?" George bellowed, standing up quickly, knocking over his chair in the process. "Get a doctor in here, now!" Several guards sprinted out of the room as you rushed to your sister's side, trying your best to get air into her. As her coughing fit died down, the king's private doctor rushed into the hall. You moved out of the way as he knelt down beside Arya. "Come along, dear." He coaxed, lifting your sister up bridal style. "Let's get you back to my office." "I'm fine, I'm fine." She protested weakly as he carried her out of the room. "How long has she been like that?" George asked, the concern in his voice shocking you. "About a month." You sighed, if your sister didn't get professional help soon, she would die. Well, maybe living with George has some perks. He also seemed much... kinder. It was a good look on him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully, it's not too late." He said sincerely. "She's tough. She'll be fine." You promised, though you weren't quite sure yourself. "With a sister like you," he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your neck. You flinched, but didn't move away. "She'll be fine." You sighed, leaning into his touch ever so slightly. "I hope so." ___ As the weeks passed, you were horrified to discover that you were falling for the psychopath. You talked with him more than was necessary and began to genuinely enjoy seeing him when he wasn't plotting. Hell, you had even decided to sleep in the same room as him. "What are you doing?" Arya asked as you and Sophia brought your clothes to George's room. "Just moving my stuff to George's room." You shrugged. "Why? Is he forcing you?" She asked, confusion radiating off her. You laughed lightly at her assumption. "No, he's not. I chose to." "Why?" You sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, Arya, I think I might love him." "Are you crazy?" She whisper- yelled. "That's my cue." Sophia muttered as she took the pants and tunics from your arms and continued her path down the hallway. "I thought you hated him? I thought you were going to get us out of here?" She demanded. Her eyes drifted down to the new engagement ring you had been given, seeing as you had sold the other one. This one was just as extravagant as the last: diamonds, sapphires and rubies in a cluster on a silver band with golden flakes. "Arya, don't." You warned, predicting where your sister's mind was going. She lunged out, grabbing for the ring, her young body giving her extra speed. Once she grasped the ring in her palm, she flung it as far as she could. You heard a distant sound of metal hitting the floor. "What the hell?" You yelled, "I saved your life! Ever since mom and dad died, I've been doing nothing but saving your life! And you know what? That is exactly what I'm doing now." "I can't believe you." She growled as she turned on her heel and went back to her room. "I see someone's a little angry." George muttered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder behind you. You sighed. "Yeah. She's pissed that we're not leaving." "Why aren't you?" George asked, seeming surprised. "What?" You asked as you turned to look at him. "Why aren't you leaving? I thought you hated me." He shyly rubbed his arm. A blush formed on your cheeks as you realized what you had said. You didn't want him knowing that you loved him just yet. "Arya. She's still a bit sick and I want her to be safe." It wasn't the whole truth but it would do. "Of course." George muttered, his face dropping a bit. "Well, I came to tell you that I've rescheduled our wedding for next week. I got you a new tailor to make your dress. I believe he'll meet you in our room in a few hours. And I think," he pulled your ring out, "that this is yours." You smiled as he slid the ring back on your finger. "Thanks, George." "Anything for you, my love." He promised. "Now, I hate to leave you, but I must get back to planning. The battle of Yorktown is coming up and I have a feeling that it will be very important." He laid a quick kiss on your lips before leaving. You stood for a moment, shocked by his actions. Despite his flaws, he had never actually forced you to kiss him. You were even more shocked to find that you enjoyed it. Shaking it off, you went to your new room and began hanging your tunics, pants, vests and few dresses up next to George's shirts, pants and robes. Most of them were already hung, showing signs of Sophia being there previously. Once you had finished, you grabbed a book and sat on the bed, waiting for your tailor. About an hour later, there was a knock on your door. "Come in!" You called, setting the book down on the bed. A tall man came in, brandishing a measuring tape. He was well dressed, with a white dress shirt, brown pants and a brown leather tailcoat. "I take it you're my new tailor?" You questioned as you stood and walked over to him. "That I am, miss. Hercules Mulligan, at your service." He bowed. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mulligan." You curtsied. "The pleasure is mine, my queen." You stood still as he began taking your measurements. "Please, Y/n will do just fine." You assured him. He hummed in understanding. "So, you're the bride to be, I take it?" You laughed a bit. "I ought to be. You are measuring me for a wedding dress, yes?" "Right, yes, of course." He nodded. "Is something the matter, Mr. Mulligan? You seem a bit... off." You asked skeptically. "Yes, I'm fine. However," you felt him drop one hand and reach towards his pocket, "I am going to need you to come with me." You elbowed him sharply in the gut before he could pull out his gun. You stepped away from him and faced him, pulling out your knife in the process. "Who is your employer and what is your objective?" You demanded. "You'll find out soon, Miss L/n. I promise you that." Before you could react, he shot you in the leg and you crumpled to the ground, a scream exiting your mouth. "Y/n?" Arya yelled as she ran into the room. "Arya, go! Run, get George!" You gasped. She quickly reviewed the situation and ran before Hercules could hurt her. He sighed. "I dealt with all the guards, but I never thought to knock out your sister. Guess we'll have to make this quick." He brought the butt of his gun down on your temple, knocking you out. ___ As you slowly came to, you recognized the familiar grey, stone bricks of the castle. Relief flooded your conscious; you were still home. You groaned as a dull pain racked through your leg. "Y/n! You're awake!" Arya cried out. "Oh thank god. Maybe she'll be able to talk to him." Sophia sighed. "George? Is he not talking? What happened?" You asked wearily as you sat up. "Okay, so, after I ran and got the king, he and all the other guards that were with him ran to get you and some went to guard the front gate. So, one way or another, they caught him. And he pretty much dropped you and ran. There's a huge bounty on his head but it seems like he made it back to America because, a few weeks later," Arya began explaining. "Wait. A few weeks?" You asked. "Yeah, a few weeks, you've been out for two months." Sophia told you. "Fuck..." you muttered, imagining how torn up George must be. "So, a few weeks later, the Americans knew every part of our plan and beat us. We had to surrender." She sighed. "I think they were trying to kidnap you for extra leverage." Sophia offered. "Oh god, George. Help me up, I need to go see him." Arya and Sophia each grabbed one of your arms, lifting you off the cot. You carefully distributed your weight onto both legs, the bullet wound not hurting too much after two months. You hurried to his room, leaving the girls, a slight limp in your step as you did. "Good to see you awake, m'lady." James greeted as he pushed open the door of the royal chambers for you. You quietly walked in, taking in the man on the bed in front of you. You hardly recognized him. His wig and robes were off, abandoned on the ground. His curly brown locks were a mess and his white dress shirt was coated in wrinkles. He sat with his back to you, doing nothing but staring at the wall. "George?" You called out. He spun around, his sleep deprived brown eyes meeting yours. He stood up, running to you and wrapping you in the tightest hug you've ever felt. You quickly returned the embrace and felt his tears leak onto your shirt. "I'm so sorry." He sobbed, "I should have been there. I should've protected you." "Shh." You soothed, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here now." "I love you, Y/n." He sighed. "I love you too, George." You never thought for a second that you would be saying those words. But, here you were. And you had never meant it as much as you did then.

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