#if you asked some (very exaggerated)people they would tell you he tried to kill percy and he was actually sent by luke to camp

[tsireyast]

I feel like we dont talk about one of the main reasons nico was ostracized at camp, not just because hes a son of hades.

Camp half blood is small enough so that rumors and information spread fast, but that doesn't mean they are always right. So imagine you're a random camper, and you're told nico, one of the new campers, gets in a big fight with Percy. During which he makes skeletons appear and somehow opens a huge crack in the floor. But percy wins and nico leaves camp.

Don't you think it would've rang a bell?

Don't you think it would've reminded them too much of two summers ago, with luke?

Dont you think everyone would've been even more scared, because now they know nico is a child of hades, one of the big three, and therefore very powerful?

There must have been so many rumors that summer of nico being part of the kronos army. Betraying camp just like luke did.

Of course after the battle of manhattan many people would've changed their minds. Hes in their side now, after all. But there are probably still many campers who think nico left them to join luke, before he changed their mind and helped them win against luke and kronos. People who still hold a grudge against him for joining the "enemy".

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

Sometimes I feel that the wof fandom hates imperfect victims. I’ve seen a lot of people express hate towards Anemone, Winter, Flame, Arctic*, etc. (*foot note at bottom)

Like yeah, they can suck sometimes, but like I feel some people only like characters that come from a history of abuse if they’re almost perfect, like the DoD.

And like whenever I hear “I liked Anemone before arc 2” I can’t help but think about how she was still under Coral’s influence (and Blister’s and Whirlpool’s) and how her lashing out is heavily restricted under the threat of being punished by Coral (ie a muzzle for speaking out).

Idk sometimes I think people just don’t like the fact that characters with trauma can do bad things, especially when they have no positive outside influence to help them get out of a harmful mindset.

*Before you ask why I added Arctic or say “he can’t be a victim he just sucked!”, I’d like to say that Arctic was in fact a victim both in the Ice Kingdom and Night Kingdom.

In the Ice Kingdom, he was subjected to a cruel ranking system that constantly put pressure on him (and other icewings) to be “perfect” and his own Mother was very controlling over his life. He, himself, was placed into an arranged marriage he had no choice in.

When he ran away with Foeslayer, he was expecting freedom in a way that the Ice Kingdom couldn’t provide.

However, the Night Kingdom, while providing him a place to stay, did not hold the freedom he craved. Instead, he is constantly pressured by the society around him to do things that he doesn’t want to do (having children asap, fighting Icewings in the war, using his animus magic [Vigilance wanted to use his magic. We learn this later in Darkstalker and based on it, would be likely to try and get Arctic to use his magic to win the war if he had of agreed to work with her or lived in the palace with her]). Most Nightwings hate him in the Night Kingdom as they blame him for the war, and he doesn’t really have any other place to go to destress, not even his home has a place to cool down.

What he does still sucks, and his one truly horrible act of enchanting Whiteout is unforgivable, but tbh I don’t think he was thinking with a clear mind. By the time we actually get to him running away with Whiteout, he is seen to be desperate and paranoid. His wife is gone, he learns more and more terrible things about his son as time goes on.

I think just as how Albatross “snapped,” that point in the story was Arctic’s snapping point. He has no reason to stay, no reason to not flee. Vigilance tried to kill Darkstalker, whose to say she wouldn’t try to kill him as well?

While Arctic is certainly toxic, I think his personality in Darkstalker is often exaggerated in fanon. It’s one of those things where he gets seen as worse than what he actually is.

Also people saying that he pulls the “I sacrificed everything for you” card on Foeslayer, tell me exactly what page. Give me evidence. The worse he does that I remember is accuse her of only caring for his power, which is likely a response from her accusing him of not caring for her and her tribe. And where exactly does he blame her for him killing the Icewings in Runaway? The most he does is snap at her that he isn’t okay and that his soul is none of her concern, which she responds with “your soul is of my concern if I’m going to be with you.”

Also having your wife almost get sentenced for treason and needing to be pardoned must’ve really set the tone of how things were going to go for him.

And Prudence (Foeslayer’s mother) was the one that always looked down on Whiteout and Darkstalker being hybrids.*

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[travalerray]

please tell me about your chengxian timetravel au

[The Grandmaster of Accidental Time Travel]

Omg, thank you for the ask!!

Okay so. Basically, the AU starts from Jin Guangyao's stab being very fatal and Jiang Cheng dying and returning to when he was ten years old.

Most of his concentration is focused on a) stopping Wei Wuxian b) stopping Wei Wuxian c) stopping Wei Wuxian— you get the idea. Except we all have read the novel and know that Wei Wuxian is real bad at listening to Jiang Cheng. Or anyone really.

So shenanigans follow. Except due to certain things (Jiang Cheng's knowledge of future events, things getting shifted by a little bit, a shift in attitude and a certain case of fever etc etc), things keep getting shifted. Lan Qiren is called to Qinghe earlier, they discover the skeleton of Qingfeng-jun's teacher, fight the Waterborne Abyss muuuuch earlier and somehow also manage to prevent Wei Wuxian from getting sent back to Yunmeng. How? Well, Jiang Cheng kinda gets in the middle of the fight, because he is trying. A little. To avoid. Jin Zixuan fucking dying. And he may or may not have gotten a horrible reaction from the fight. The reaction also may or may not have been exaggerated due to certain reasons.

The engagement is still dissolved. by a letter. All hail the greatest father of all time, Jiang Fengmian.

Now, in the background what did happen is. Lan Wangji manages to develop an unfortunate one sided crush on Jiang Cheng. Lan Xichen thinks it's hilarious and pairs them up for a night hunt. It goes horribly, important things are revealed and Wei Wuxian finally gets to the gay station without reading the name of the station. Everyone suffers.

the real reason for the time travel is a fuzzy thing I have in mind which involves taking a certain element from 2ha (Three Forbidden Techniques) and fusing it with the ghost path invented by Wei Wuxian. I am thinking more specifically that the creature ZhanCheng do encounter on their unfortunate night hunt could give a nod to the two souls residing in Jiang Cheng's body (while he keeps having strange dreams that shouldn't belong to him. Now, I personally think that the idea of some of Wei Wuxian's tendencies to be transmitted onto Jiang Cheng via golden core exchange fucks heavily but like. What if they literally ate each other. What if I didn't know where I began and you ended. What if separating you from me would kill me. What if you doomed us both. What if—) which would fuck him over more. I mean, there's still Wen Qing left who is also trying to change the past to save her side of people, but that would involve another fiasco. Anyways

Jiang Cheng being an actually good sect leader trying to convince his father (who reportedly is like That™) that a war is coming is going to be horrendous. On top of which, Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Yanli are 100% convinced that the fever knocked Jiang Cheng silly in the head and made him worse with auditory problems, while Jiang Cheng is going, "I am acting like a normal 16 year old. Which is totally a normal and possible thing to want to achieve". Wei Wuxian himself isn't normal but even he thinks Jiang Cheng's habits are a little insane at times. Like. Diving into the lake for five hours at a time (tfw you used to cry in the lake while helping people dig out your family relics but can't tell your still alive family that lest they bring every single doctor in the jianghu to Lotus Pier AGAIN). Or other such things. I do think he might be able to convince Yu Ziyuan faster than Jiang Fengmian if he tried hard enough. But that's after the Qishan Wen Conference and after he finally says fuck it and invents evidence to get Yunmeng Jiang moving and contemplates the best way to alert the Gusu Lan Sect about the burning.

Since this is a slowburn, Chengxian do not kiss properly until like the end of the war preparations (before which Jiang Cheng strangles Meng Yao, panics, runs off, has a breakdown, swallows a whole vat of soup, cries and curses random things). Since this is also a slowburn the POV shifting is funny because it is:

JC: A war is coming. I need to make sure people do not die and Wei Wuxian does not give me a golden core and become a demonic cultivator. That's all I want, really, the fact that he's probably going to end up with some other guy is definitely not heartbreaking—

WWX: *trying hard to be normal* Shidi looks hot when talking about array formations. Did talking to Zewu-jun turn me into a cutsleeve.

anyways.

Since Jiang Cheng had managed to gain the trust of Gusu Lan Sect, the Cloud Recesses is mostly saved, which means Qingfeng-jun leads the war effort this time. Which means that the time travel plot which actually had been resting on the back burner kicks up since his backstory is very much connected to the whole schtick going on. Which also means that we get to see Yu Ziyuan yelling people's ears off as per usual, but this time it's not Wei Wuxian.

I do think about the reveal though. since in the original world, Wei Wuxian is dead for the second time and has given up his soul in trying to bring Jiang Cheng back. When Jiang Cheng figures out the whole situation, things are going to Not Go Well. Because that's exactly what he had been trying to prevent! Why can't they ever be happy without one of them being dead like that! What do you mean happiness can't be found without being writ in blood!

.......Wei Wuxian is going to have a stroke learning this.

[yuikomorii]

Ayato is slowly turning into the new “Yui” (she still gets hate too but yk less than other years) of the Diabolik Lovers fandom and I really thought the fandom was healing -jokes on me-

The way they complain about Ayato being too caring now inducing that he’s turning into a simp reminds me of the same people who complained about Yui for not fighting back and calling her weak for that. Let’s just let everyone enjoy whatever characters they want WITHOUT TRYING TO RUIN THEIR FUN ‼️

Also, why did Ayato even get so hated anyway? He was always one of the least horrible ones and right now, after all his development, I don’t find anything so unlikeable about him. He tries to see the good in others despite having such a past full of suffering. If I hear anyone say “because he’s too caring/dumb/immature” I will riot because why would it be bad to be caring with your girlfriend? He isn’t even as immature as people say. Isn’t this the same guy who took responsibility for things that were none of his business but he did so just to help others?

And don’t get me started on the fact he isn’t dumb at all. He’s an idiot because he’s uneducated but his brain power is above average. I played Reiji’s route awhile now and there was this chapter where Reiji helped Yui study for her math test but only after a timeskip she managed to get a right result while in Ayato’s after story, there was the same scene but with different characters and Ayato was able to learn very fast after Yui explained to him and even she found that amazing about him because he started getting all answers right. After I got interested in young blood, I came to the conclusion that he was the only Sakamaki brother who found something suspicious about the ceremony and planned to investigate it. I recall a few other moments but I’m curious to hear if you got a favourite one.

I hope this ask wasn’t too long ;w; I tried to fit my thoughts in but it’s ok if you don’t have time to answer it soon ^^

// So many languages in this word, but you decided to speak FACTS!

The reasons why some people start hating on certain characters, are incredibly embarrassing. Just tell me you didn’t pay attention to the story, without actually telling me that you didn’t pay attention to the story.

They had previously complained about him being too bratty and arrogant, but now that his true side has been revealed, they are still dissatisfied since he is not the "edgy and complex" vampire boyfriend they wanted him to be. Do you like such characters? Good for you but only because you have a preference towards those, doesn’t mean you should tell others how much their bias sucks… it’s just so uncalled??

As you said, something I have always found admirable about Ayato is his ability to be pure-hearted, despite his background. I can’t say anyone got much love yet… Beatrix was strict but she canonically loved both of her children, Christa was mentally ill and had her crazy episodes but it was shown that she still loved and cared for Subaru, and then there’s Cordelia, who truly didn’t show or feel any sort of love towards any of her children. In DF, I’m sure she regretted her actions but saying that she loved Ayato, Kanato and Laito would be an exaggeration. It’s no surprise that the triplets turned out so twisted when they didn’t get a taste of affection or kindness AT ALL. And Ayato’s side goes beyond that, since he literally was the piñata of so many characters.

In YB, he was used as bait, betrayed, and brutally knocked down by ghouls, as well as beaten up to the point of almost getting killed.

In Ayato’s character book, it was confirmed that Cordelia threw him in the lake every time he didn’t study. He had several near-death experiences as a result of her, and she frequently whipped and beat him up.

In the DF prologue, Carla and Shin sent the wolves to especially attack Ayato, not Yui, but Ayato thought they were going after her, so he sacrificed himself for her and used himself as shield so as she wouldn’t get hurt. He got severely injured that in some routes it takes a lot of time until he wakes up from the coma.

In Kino’s LE route, he burns Ayato alive and beats him up afterwards.

Last but not least, he got the Adam curse when he was a child and that’s so painful because it basically means drowning in a state of despair and insanity, until getting to taste something similar to that fig.

final YB chapter

Didn’t count the emotional and mental abuse but the physical one was INSANE. Despite so much torture, even if some of his actions were wrong too, most of the time he continued to value his life and to be empathetic and forgiving to those who mistreated him.

Let's not forget that we're talking about vampires here, who will always be more wicked than humans because, although not inherently evil, they still have a predator instinct, but what's truly fascinating about Ayato's character is that he has such a good soul in spite of learning from an early age that there is no kindness in this world. It's no surprise that Karlheinz was taken aback.

Moreover, I thought everyone was aware that Ayato isn’t actually stupid?? A bunch of his dumb moments are merely used for generating laughter and they’re not meant to be taken seriously. People also need to understand that the Japanese audience loves this kind of characters. They consider him an idiot in the affectionate way, because the lack of knowledge and gullibility make him endearing in their eyes. They don’t think of him as a genuine idiot. After all, nobody would like a character who’s completely dense.

It’s true that he’s impulsive and uneducated, which leads to him making dumb choices but I agree that his brain works faster sometimes than the one of other characters.

One of my favorite scenes is the one in which he eavesdropped on Cordelia, hearing that she only gave Karl children for attention, and he was the only Sakamaki who rapidly succeeded in connecting all of the dots, regarding all of Karl's victims and him being the root of all evil, which was the best revelation reaction in DL. I also enjoyed how, while all of his brothers rushed to kill Karlheinz (except for Laito, who had no battle scene in his route), Ayato was the only one who was like, "I won't kill you because I'd lead your plan to success in that case," and he only killed him after Karl wanted to harm Yui. If you haven't played DF, I recommend saving Ayato's route for last because it provides the most satisfaction.

Don't be concerned about the length! I believe I wrote a lot as well haha, but that's because your ask was so interesting to read! You made some excellent points, and I'm glad you're one of those people that can comprehend a character! 🥹🩷

[underthetree845]

ello!! I saw that your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do like a drabble or headcanons (whatever u want really :]) for armin with a s/o who feels dumb because she tends to do stupid mistakes and get bad grades and she feels really insecure and ashamed about it

If you don't wanna do the request it's fine really :]

Hello Nonnie! Of course I want to- I'm honored that you sent in this ask. It's so lovely, and you seem very kind! This request is so so sweet- I know it took me a long time to get to but I thought about it whenever school stressed me out! Just wanted to say really quickly that you are an interesting and amazing person beyond test scores and grades, I'm giving you the biggest hug right now 💙💙 Thank you for your patience! Now without further ado-

Armin comforting his s/o (bad grades)

Armin Arlert/gn! Reader (Headcannons)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, implied modern au, implied college au, comfort, mentions of implied bullying, insecure reader, crying, reassurance, hurt/comfort, let me know if there's anything I missed!

Wc: 707

Summary: How would Armin help his s/o when they bring themselves down over not scoring highly on assignments or tests?

A/n: Happy Valentine's Day! Know that you are loved and valued, sending hugs and kisses to all of you!

Don’t even get this boy started- he practically has a whole encyclopedia on the reasons he loves you. Everyone knows. He could go on and on about you for hours (I’m not exaggerating). Although he’d be shy to say some of what he thinks, what comes first is you knowing how loved and valued you are. Armin is always always always willing to help you with your studies, he’s happy to be able to and so so proud of you for giving it your all. After a bad grade you seem to be really bent out of shape about, he takes you to his dorm and gives you all your favorite things like snacks, music, and of course cuddles and small words of encouragement. If it’s something you want to act on right away, Armin is more than willing to help you after you unwind for a bit. Rest time is just as important as studying, after all. Either way, he reminds you that you are a person beyond how you score on tests and things like that. He cares about you for who you are and not what you achieve. It’s important to remind yourself of the things you do well rather than always bringing yourself down with reminders of the things you do wrong. You have such a bright mind and so much love to offer. It kills him that you tear yourself apart so much. He finds ways to help you that cater to your learning style, and gently reminds you of the meticulous little important parts of the things you’re learning so you don’t trip yourself up over little mistakes. He endorses positive reinforcement! (And as a side note I think he’d make a great teacher or professor). If anyone tries to make you feel bad about it, Armin is there to reassure you all the way. Long hugs and deep breaths, he makes you tea (or anything else you may prefer) to refresh your mind. He tries to keep your thoughts off those people as much as he can, and always gives them nasty glares when you’re not looking. Reminds you that they only bring you down to make themselves feel better, and you are not defined by the opinions of others. As important as Armin considers studying to be, he also knows (from personal experience) that overworking yourself isn’t a better alternative. You can burn out much quicker that way. He makes sure you leave free time in your schedule to do things you enjoy. Seeing you happy and smiling is Armin’s favorite view in the entire world, even if it took him a while to get around to telling you. Your laughter makes something light flower in his chest. Armin makes sure to kiss your forehead when it’s crinkled with worry, rub or massage your shoulders when you’re tense, and hold your hands while whispering words of encouragement. His favorite is pecking your lips over and over till he feels a smile start to form.

One of the main things Armin reminds you of is that academic achievement is not and should not be the exclusive way of measuring anyone’s ‘worth.’ I mean look at him- he has his books and studies and philosophies- but he can’t run or catch a ball or play music. Armin is amazed by how many different kinds of people in the world there are, each with their own unique talent. You will always be more than enough to him for being who you are. He is there to support you through the good times and the bad, doesn’t think less of you for any rough patch or slip up. The non-judgemental and supportive atmosphere he surrounds you with feels like a breath of fresh air. Armin sees you as nothing less than extraordinary for simply being yourself.

“Hey, Angel, look at me,” his words soothe you as your teary eyes look up to meet his. “It’s going to be okay, alright? I promise,” his hands are warm as they cup your cheeks. He swipes at the tears as they cascade down your face, kissing each one away with a tender glow adorning his features. “You’re extraordinary Y/n. Have I ever lied to you?” 

A/n: Can this count as my Valentine's day fic? (╥﹏╥) Life has kept me so busy lately I wish I could write more :< Anyways, thank you for reading lovelies! Know that you deserve the best and I hope you have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening.

Tagging: @ringsofsaturnnnn (you said to tag you in everything so is this okay like T-T)

[miitarashi]

Looking after you,is my duty

Words: 1,3k

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: mention of death (tiny little),misspeling words, flirting, fluffy.

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Tintin was infiltrated in the castle belonging to your family since he discovered a plot between the king's advisor and his brother about killing the firstborn (you) and acquiring the crown after the death of the current king, your father. That would be their next step. It had only been a week and unfortunately, the counselor acted cautiously so as not to show signs, seeming to know that he was being watched while Tintin acted like a common guard.

In the meantime, Tintin made a point of at least letting the king know and this created rumors around the castle, as a precaution the king increased his guard which consequently became a threat to the advisor and perhaps due to the pressure, he would have a slip up that the journalist could catch, however, he still held firm to the facade and Tintin did the same. In compensation for giving the king advice, he entrusted him with your safety, making him your royal guard.

Now assigned to protect the princess, Tintin saw an opportunity there, being by your side he could maybe enter places only available to people of nobility, not the guards. Unfortunately, precisely because you were the princess, even as the future queen, your father made a point of leaving you out of matters relating to rumors so as not to cause stress. Although you didn't necessarily follow your father's orders and tried to help, which in turn became very useful for the undercover guard next to you.

That is until your father found out and vehemently forbade you from any involvement, leaving you in the dark about the situation again which was beyond frustrating, a great injustice and Tintin couldn't help but feel sorry because in the end, you were just worried about wanting to help and protect your father. Even so, it wasn't wrong, as your guard he wanted to keep you protected and with that, he redoubled his efforts to not expose you to that risk.

Never completely looking away from the advisor, the ginger-haired boy continued his duty as a guard and in a way, even as a friend, helping you with your tasks, recommending some books he had already read that could be found in the castle's large library and even in the midst of this complicated situation, your small details did not go unnoticed by the journalist's eyes.

Much like any royal person, you had a natural air of elegance, but soft in a way. Never acting above, always putting yourself on the same level as anyone before making decisions, the warm and gentle manner being your usual self along with your ability to stand up for yourself when something happened, although he had to help you at some point ,mostly you were the one taking care of yourself. Tintin acted more like a companion than a guard and you noticed that, finding it pretty funny because you weren't the only one,a lot of other guards, even maids, always had the same impression.

Even more so due to the fact that he almost followed you constantly, keeping watch like a guard dog, despite always maintaining a satisfactory distance so as not to be too much in your personal space. It got to the point where you had to stop yourself from patting his head when thanking him for his protection.

After another ordinary day, where Tintin remained with an attentive eye on both you and the counselor, subtly observing from the window as you enjoyed the soft taste of the tea, you couldn't avoid a question that had taken up a permanent place in your head,as his efforts seemed a little exaggerated and exhausting since you had only seen him resting a few times.

"Tell me, would you like to have a day to yourself?" — Tintin looked at you somewhat confused, raising an eyebrow at the question.

"A day for me, your majesty? May i dare to ask why such a question?" — the confusion perpetuates in his voice, making you giggle a little in response putting back the cup on the table.

"A break. During this month, even though you maintained a certain posture, you still seemed tense in a certain way, now it's not an exception" — when you pointed out the fact, his eyes widened a little, noticing that his body was actually a bit stiff, possibly due to the constant precipitation of the counselor's possible plan.

"Even on your breaks, you refuse to rest, so i would like to give you a completely free day, another guard can take your place until then, so you can take a well deserved rest" — your kindness was both pleasant and a certain relief.

Tintin gave a soft laugh, shaking his head before looking at you again, not only this act of kindness but your manner as a whole was more than enough for him. Your ordinary calm and understanding posture was like a calming snapshot, he just hadn't noticed because of his focus on the main problem.

"I'm truly grateful for such kindness, your majesty, but I prefer to keep my watch. I like to think that no one protects you better than me" — such was his calm, that he allowed himself a light joke that was not uncommon between you two by the time he was acting like your royal guard. However, this one brought a slight blush to your cheeks that you tried to cover up with a light laugh.

"Oh...a little hard-headed i see, does such insistence come from just that?" — you gave in to the joke and got up, walking calmly towards your guard, being careful to hide a feather duster behind your back.

"Looking after you,is my duty" — he maintained his posture, even noticing that look behind the gentle face you normally maintain. Just another one of the things he found interesting about you or maybe even enticing.

"Is that the only reason why you do it?" — you asked, taking a few more steps forward, getting closer and closer to him maintaining eye contact, momentarily losing yourself in his gaze.

"Is that not a reason enough?" — he retort with an eyebrow a bit raised.

"If that's the only reason that there is...?" — your voice sounded a little low due to the proximity, enough for him to hear and notice the slight change in tone, your sly side coming through little by little as your hand with the feather duster moves slowly towards him.

"Your majesty..." — noticing how close he was and the nature of the situation, for a moment he remained still and without response. Your face so close but still distant, your gaze fixed on his making his heart subtly accelerate.

"Yes...?" — managing to distract him, you started rubbing the duster on his sides, trying to get some laughs out of him although the closeness was making you think that just to bend over and go for it wasn't a bad option…

"I'm...not ticklish" — at the last second he managed to compose himself when he saw that your objective wasn't exactly what he thought when he noticed the duster.

"Awww, i was sure i would make a laugh or two out of you" — you could only lament with a small laugh before walking away. Tintin took a deep breath to regulate his heart beat, lowering his guard hat a little to hide the tiny red tint on his cheeks.

"Well, at least i distracted you a bit out from work, it was worth it" — you smiled and he did the same with a nod.

"Yes..you did. Thank you, your majesty"

He bowed as you set the duster aside and went back to enjoying your tea while watching the scenery through the window with a small blush as well.

Both of you are internally a little frustrated, but thinking it better not to put too much pressure on the situation, although maybe, someday after he finishes the case...he might do it before leaving…

Who knows?...

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A/N: hey there! Just testing this style of writing, it's a bit different in a way. Next sunday i'll post a request! Thank you for reading! Bye bye 😘

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Tell me more about ur vampires Aerieee <3

like for example, do they have any defining traits (besides them teeth hah)? I noticed the two picrews have them with pointy ears, but I wasn't sure if that was a vampire thing or just them lol. or for example in a lot of media, vampires end up pale or losing their warmth/color to their skin and end up looking greyish--product of being dead I suppose.

Do they have to drink (human) blood or can they, like many others survive on animals? What happens if they don't? do they die or do they just like, dessicate and/or take a long nap lmao Do they have to eat human food too? or does it taste gross to them now?

also any other fun facts that I haven't asked lmao <3 --QD

Once again, was saving these for my birthday. :') So here I go!

Common traits: My vampires have fangs, claws, pale skin, slightly-pointed ears (the picrew exaggerates a bit). All the 'usual' vampire traits. Their fangs and claws can retract. And after they feed, they have a more lively 'glow' to their complexion. (This isn't true for Old vampires. They look pale and dead no matter what. And their fangs stop retracting eventually. This doesn't happen until they're truly ancient though and most vampires don't live that long.)

What they drink: They can drink from humans or animals! Either will sustain them but they might have to feed more often if living on animals alone. Human blood tastes better, but is (understandably) hard for some to obtain. Animal blood isn't the tastiest but it gets the job done without ending a human life. Rayne feeds on animals, drinking rats when he's in the city and drinking deer or foxes if he's near a forest. (He usually tries to leave the woodland creatures alive, but the goddamn rats... Well, he thinks he's doing the city a favor.)

If they stop feeding: A vampire can decide to essentially just go take a really long nap until someone (who they've instructed) wakes them up. Otherwise, if a vampire just stops drinking blood they'll slowly lose their mind and eventually die. Like, if you're 'resting' you don't need to eat. But a vampire who is moving must. (I hope that makes sense?)

Eating human food: Some do, some don't. It depends on the individual (and also age). Rayne loves food, so he eats. Laurent would sometimes, but it usually didn't taste that good anymore. Perhaps because he's accustomed to his liquid diet or because he's older and doesn't feel that sort of hunger anymore.

Fun facts: �� Vampires are strongest under a new moon, the opposite of werewolves. ♦ If they're an adult when changed, they stop aging. (Though their hair and nails still grow.) If they're bitten as a child, they grow into their fangs later on. ♦ A vampire's bond with their maker is hard to break, but not impossible. ♦ Vampires drinking each other's blood strengthens the bond between them and allows them to speak telepathically to one another. (This power fades if they stop drinking from each other.) ♦ Vampires can stand in the sun. It is unpleasant, but doesn't burn them to ash instantly. (Older vampires might be an exception...) ♦ Vampires have laws, set by the vamp monarchy. They're more like guidelines. Most people do not follow them. ♦ If a vampire betrays their maker or their coven, one of their fangs is snapped out as a warning. They do not grow back. And there's (basically a) slur for one-fanged vamps. It's very hard for them to make new friends. ♦ Vampires typically get the powers of the one who sired them. (And of any vampires they kill.) ♦ There aren't that many vampires, until the king fucks off and shit starts going crazy. Then their numbers triple within a decade.

I'll stop here before I lose my mind. But I love you Allie, thank you for indulging me! <3333

[hosttos]

I understand that you should not judge people because you really don't know what kind of internal battles they're carrying at any specific moment. Mine is that I hate hospitals with a burning passion for no reason, I can't fathom being in one for more than an hour, it makes me literally want to kill myself.

I once broke my arm and it took me 36 hours to decide to go to one. At first it hurt but I thought it may go away on its own so I carried on to work my customer service shift and midway through it I lost mobility on my elbow, I didn't want to leave mid shift but it was getting kind of hard to type on the computer and whenever I needed to place my left hand on the keyboard I had to carry it with my right hand and place it there, I could move my fingers normally so it was very uncomfortable and kind of painful on the elbow.

I only decided I should go to a hospital when I couldn't sleep at night because of the pain.

And then I went and was scared as fuck of everyone there and I went to the receptionist desk and I was afraid of her because for some reason I thought she might be rude or yell at me or something?? And I almost stuttered saying "I have an appointment" (I booked one because I was too scared to go to urgent care) and she was very nice and told me to wait just a while.

When the doctor walked me into her office I was scared she might think I'm exaggerating so I tried not to sound like it was hurting a lot (which in hindsight may seem unwise) it then took me almost two minutes to take my sweater off because well I had a broken elbow (but I didn't know at the moment tho) and it took some extra effort not to make any weird sounds.

I think she caught up on my facade and proceeded to ask me very gently to extend my arm, my face got bright red and I replied "I can't" and she asked "You can't because of the pain?" And I wanted to be very clear on my symptoms so I said "It hurt a lot to move it at first but now I don't have the strength to move it" and she didn't even wait a second to reply "yeah you definitely need an x-ray done you can have a loadfuck of painkillers on the meantime tho and have an injection for the swelling", and then they gave me an appointment for an x-ray like 3 days after that.

Those three days I questioned myself on the severity of my injury because it stopped hurting so bad but the pain was still noticeable (could this be an action of the painkillers???!?!??) and I was seriously considering missing the appointment because maybe I could live on painkillers for months if necessary and be like my childhood idol (Dr House popping Vicodin every half an hour) if it meant not having to go to get an x-ray done.

I went because maybe my family would scold me if I didn't and I was running late and I thought I would miss it, I was at the entrance scared as fuck because I thought the people at the front desk would tell me to go fuck myself for being late, (I was also kind of scared because 15 minutes prior my elbow started hurting like crazy, probably related to the fact I went there on the bus, it made a harsh stop and my dumbass reached for the handlebar with my fucked up arm). But again they were all very nice and took the x-ray fairly quickly.

The reading of the x-ray said it was slightly broken so I had to take that x-ray to another doctor to get a diagnosis, that wasn't as hard, he told me to take it easy and take painkillers for another week or so and go to physical therapy. I immediately decided I was done with facing my fears and also everyone assured me I was not going to lose a limb so I didn't even try to make it to the first therapy session.

So yeah you never know who's walking out there with a broken elbow because they are scared of hospitals, that's also the story of why my elbow now creaks when it's cold.

[sadnesslaughs]

Your mother promised her firstborn to a demon. Your father promised his to a fae. And while you still live with your parents, you have some very unusual aunts/uncles.

(A response to a writing prompt)

My friends always used to laugh when I told them I had the worst parents in the world. Like I was some angsty teen making the usual exaggerations a person around my age would make. I mean, sure. There are always worse parents, but mine would at least be in the top 10%. Maybe even the top 5% on an off day.

Who tries to sell their only son to not one but two supernatural entities? That had to go against some parental instinct, right? The worst part is, whenever I try to bring it up with them, they just go. ‘Oh, it worked out for the best, though.’ Like they shouldn’t be held accountable, just because things worked out. Sure, we were incredibly wealthy now, but that wealth should be mine, not theirs. Some days I just wanna-

“Aww, my sweet nephew’s first murder plot.” Uncle Firax grinned, the flash of his camera blinding me as he snapped a photo. The grinning red skinned demon getting oddly comfortable with the word nephew.

“UNCLE FIRAX, WE HAVE DOORS FOR A REASON.” I screamed, throwing my pillow in his general direction. He swiped it with his tail, letting the leathery appendage wrap around it, holding it close. “Wait, how did you know about that?”

“I can read minds. It’s a pretty common demon ability. It’s one of the many reasons why I’m better than that old aunt of yours. Did you know she wanted to cook you in a stew? How ghastly.” He said, always happy to spread a rumor or two, especially about his competition. He sat himself on the edge of my bed, handing the pillow back to me with his tail. “So, how would you kill them? Rusty knife? Pillow?”

A howl of wind rattled the windows, making Firax groan. Aunt Eria always made herself known with her entrances, storming up the stairs in a mighty huff. “And what dumb ideas are you polluting his head with now?” The short fae asked, crossing her arms over her chest. The silver locks of her hair glowing with a green aura of light, that being her nonsubtle way of telling someone she was prepared for a fight.

Firax’s eyes flashed red, extending the offer of a duel. “Ah, the short old lady herself. Haven’t you got a tree to kiss, or whatever it is you do?”

“Careful, keep that up and you’ll be dangling from a tree.”

“Oh? How so? Do you have a ladder you can use to get me up there?” He opened his palm, preparing a fireball, only for the fire to be extinguished before it could even make a spark. That heavy gust of wind she used sent me backwards, falling off the bed.

“BILLY.” They shouted, both rushing to my side.

“Look at what you did, you old bag. This is why you should stop seeing him. All you do is hurt people with your stupid powers and dumb riddles.” Firax grabbed my hand, causing my palm to burn. The heat from his fireball still radiating from the spot. When I squealed, he released my hand, backing away.

Eria took my hand, soothing it with her healing magic. A light green orb surrounding the spot, soothing the burns better than any ointment could. “And you don’t? What fool doesn’t understand their own strength? Why don’t you go back to hell? Mortal life doesn’t suit you.”

The two remained in a stare off, neither party giving an inch. After the burns healed, I released her hand, getting between the two. “Stop fighting! If you two can’t get along, then I don’t want either of you around me. I love both of you. Is that so hard to understand?”

“Ok, but which do you love….” Firax saw my glare and dropped the question. Understanding now wasn’t the time for that.

“My parents suck. They both tried to sell me to you two before I was even born. I barely consider them parents, since they’re always running off on holidays every second week. If anything, you two are my parents. Which is why it hurts so much when the two of you fight. You’re all that I have and if you can’t understand that, then you should….. YOU SHOULD BOTH GO TO HELL.” I snapped, storming out of the room. I grabbed a bag of salt from the kitchen as I passed it, making a line of salt outside of the bathroom door before locking it. With the door secured, I allowed myself to sulk, trying to work out my frustrations alone.

An hour passed as I ignored their pleas to come out and talk. I had forgiven them about thirty minutes ago, and was now sitting with my knees tucked to my chest, more out of embarrassment than anything. I couldn’t believe I had behaved like some Disney channel brat. Throwing the type of tantrum that was often reserved for cheap family dramas or comedies. The salt was cruel, too, knowing that neither could pass a salted barrier. Sure, they still had the bathroom window, but I think they got the message that I wanted to be alone when I salted the door.

“I’m an asshole.” I mumbled, resting my head against the cool wall. “Just like my parents.” It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that I had to grow up with their DNA. It was like being shot in the leg by the starting gun of life. While others got to start their life with a sprint, I had to limp.

Then, a smell hit my nose. “Burning?” I feared the worst. They must have started fighting because of what had happened. Rushing out the door, I poked my head around the corner, watching the two flour coated entities poke at the oven door, unsure how to deal with the smoke coming out of it.

“How hot did you set it?” Eria asked.

“Max.”

“Max?”

“Yeah, like as high as it could go. Thought it would make it cook faster.”

Eria balled her hands into fists, doing everything within her power to keep herself from shoving the demon’s head into the oven. “I see. I will overlook that, for Billy’s sake.” She said, releasing a long breath that sent a chill through the room.

“Speaking of overlooking things. How many eggs did you put in?”

“Eight. I thought he might need the extra protein. Protein helps humans get strong, doesn’t it?”

Flames came out of the demon’s nostrils as he shook his head. “OK, I will overlook that because I didn’t read the instructions either.” He said, doing his best not to start an argument. “We messed this up, didn’t we?”

Eria sighed. “Yeah. It was foolish to think cookies would fix the problem. It’s strange. My kind aren’t known for being very affectionate, yet when he said he loved me. I couldn't help but feel touched.”

The demon nodded, letting his fingers slide into his pockets. “I get that. Like suddenly you actually matter. You’re not just some creature anymore. You’re a person. Sounds dumb, doesn’t it?”

“It does. I understand that feeling, though. I guess we should make another batch.”

“I guess so. You’re not too bad as far as fae go,” Firax reluctantly said.

“And you’re not the worst demon I’ve met. I wish you would stop telling Billy I planned to turn him into a stew, though. I planned to use him for ingredients, its different.”

“I’ll stop saying that when you stop telling him I wanted to eat his soul.”

“Didn’t you?”

“I did, but I wish you would stop telling him that.”

As the two went to open the fridge, I rushed out, grabbing them both, pulling them together in a hug. “I’m so sorry, youweretryingsohardandIwasbeingmeanandi…” I gasped, struggling to breathe as I rushed out the words. A mix of salty tears and jumbled words making it hard to get anything out.

“Aww, sweetie. We’re the ones who need to be forgiven. You did nothing wrong.” Eria said, cuddling up to my side.

Frixa looked at the fae, still uneasy about being this close to her. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned into my other side, giving me a tight hug. “She’s right for once. It’s our fault. We made you some cookies?”

I sniffed the air, the burnt smell causing my nostrils to flinch. “Um, maybe we should make another batch? I’ll help this time.” I wiped my eyes before going to the fridge, working with them to create another batch. Happy to finally be able to spend some time with the two most important people in my life.

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

I wish I was exaggerating, but I’ve seen a ton of people unironically call her a Nazi.

Anyway, I know a Wanda defense post was circulating through here just a few days ago, but screw it, I’ve had this on my drive for the longest time, so here y’all go. This is every argument I can think of for why Wanda deserved at least some mercy for her actions in Age of Ultron (some of these are taken from the prelude comics, which are canon):

Their parents were killed by a Stark Industries bomb at age 10. Such a horrific experience that young would make anyone hate Tony, even into adulthood. If Tony wasn’t a negligent warmonger, then this never would’ve happened. (Something I find funny is that the people who try to villainize Wanda for her hatred of Tony are often the same ones who think Tony was completely justified when he tried to murder Bucky in Siberia).

Sokovia was based on Eastern European countries that are full of anti-American propaganda, and no matter what age you are, that can be very persuasive.

Wanda and Pietro were approached by List for the experiments. They did not actively seek out Shieldra.

Steve’s conversation with Maria Hill offers some insight into their mindset as well; they just wanted to help their country and volunteered to be made into warriors the same way he was. (It will never not be hilarious to me that anti-Team Cap people claim that saying this means that "Steve is a Nazi sympathizer". Like... what?)

The riots they took part in were in fact orchestrated by Hydra to draw out potential candidates for the experiments. They were being manipulated.

Their motivation wasn't just petty revenge; it was to help their struggling country (hence why when Agatha asks Wanda about it years later, she says "we wanted to change the world". A lot of people took this to mean she was a loyal Hydra agent, when this could not be further from the truth). The possibility of vengeance for their parents was nothing but a silver lining.

The twins were told that they were working for SHIELD, not Hydra. As far as I know, it has never been confirmed if they knew the Avengers worked for SHIELD.

The very first time we see the twins, they are in prison cells. This alone should tell you that they are not equal members of Hydra.

This one is based on nothing but headcanon, but here we go: in the first Avengers film, the team was acting irrationally after just a few minutes in the same room as Loki’s scepter. Wanda and Pietro were exposed to it for a much longer time. I would argue that it amplified their desire for vengeance to the point where their judgement was impaired. It's not a coincidence that they only turned on Ultron after the scepter was dismantled.

After Strucker's base was destroyed, the twins did not try to carry on Hydra's agenda; they went back to living on the streets of Novi Grad and helping civilians (there is even a deleted scene where Pietro helps out some homeless children). They only got involved again because Ultron recruited them. Had he never come online they likely would have become heroes of Sokovia and eventually either joined the Avengers or at least made peace with them anyway.

What Wanda did to the Avengers is not mind-rape. What she did was show them their fears (or I guess in Steve and Nat’s case a glimpse of the past). How they responded to that is on them.

The Ultron program was in the works LONG before Wanda showed Tony his fears, so don’t you dare try to tell me that she planted the idea in his head. You also can’t tell me that she made him believe that “a suit of armor around the world” was a good idea, because he says the exact same thing at the start of Endgame with no prompting whatsoever. She didn’t even reawaken the idea like so many Tony stans love to claim; he thought of it 

As far as Wanda knew, the only thing the scepter did was either kill you or give you powers. She most likely expected Tony to try and recreate Strucker's experiments on her and get himself killed trying to get powers. She had absolutely no way of knowing the scepter would allow Ultron to exist as he did.

Wanda’s illusions incapacitated everyone she touched in Africa. She most likely expected the same thing to happen to Bruce. Also, Johannesburg is over 300 miles from the African Coast. I seriously doubt Wanda made him run that far (or even knew the city existed).

If we do accept the idea that she was a willing member of Hydra, even that doesn’t necessarily mean she doesn’t deserve mercy. There were a lot of former Nazis who were given amnesty after World War Two. And even failing that, like I said earlier there are times when real world logic just doesn’t work for superhero stories.

When Vision is born he is depicted as a being of pure goodness. If he approved of Wanda, that’s enough for me.

The textbook definition of a terrorist is “a person who uses unlawful violence and intimidation, especially against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims.” Wanda, even when she is serving Ultron, never goes out of her way to harm innocent people (I’ve already covered what she did with Bruce), and she has no political agenda (unless you count wanting to help her country generally), only a desire for vengeance.

You can argue all day about how feeling remorse for your actions doesn't make you better, but she very clearly feels terrible about everything; just watch her scene with Clint near the end of the movie; she has a fucking panic attack because the gravity of everything is finally hitting her, and she is overwhelmed with guilt.

I will admit, her AoU story does feel incomplete. At no point is there a scene where the Avengers debate what to do with her, or whether or not she even deserves mercy or can be trusted. After joining them out of necessity she is accepted as a permanent member without any sort of bridge. But then again, AoU is just not a very good film in general, so I’ll chalk it up to that.

TL;DR - Wanda and Pietro were victims of circumstance and manipulation, as well as a deep-seated hatred caused by severe trauma. Despite some messy writing in their introduction, they. Are. Not. Monsters.

[I know it’s silly to be over-analyzing actions that Wanda has already been narratively redeemed for, and all of this is kind of a moot point after what she has done recently, but to this day I see people arguing that she is a “mind-raping Nazi terrorist bitch who should’ve been depowered, imprisoned, and/or executed, so I felt the need to compile this.]

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 28: Blunt

By some blessing from something out there, it was only so often that Esredes had to deal with the discomfort of the subject of heresy being discussed while he was masquerading in his normal persona. This had definitely lead to a lot of moments where he had to hold his tongue, like the time a Viscountess basically introduced herself by discussing how much she loved killing heretics and would not stop bringing it up every few lines of conversation. That was extremely uncomfortable. Inquisitors also always knew and made veiled threats, but he was used to that.

When Loyalists discussed him and his as if they were just servants of the Horde and went on about how a dragon killed their entire family, he always calmly explained the rational point of view, the truth muddled by the careful touch of words as to make someone understand. He was the good harrier, he would be the one they could trust, so they stopped thinking all of his people should be kicked out of Ishgard or worse. Even if it tried and grated his patience over and over again, he must remain calm.

But some days tested him, and today was one of them. First of all, the other person was a noblewoman. That was the first sign of a storm to come. Secondly, it was someone he didn't really know that well, which made it even more awkward. She had talked to him at a few parties around similar circles as his, they said hello at a restaurant once, and again out on the street. They were acquainted enough that when she approached him and asked him to talk somewhere private, he was content to agree to it. But she liked to talk about herself, and Esredes hadn't really said much of value to her.

So when she lead him up to the private, top floor of a fancy bar and sat in the corner chair, Esredes sort of just stood a few feet away. "What's going on?" He asked. She breathed a long breath in, then exhaled, her hands laid flat between her knees. "I'm just going to get right to the point." She said. "I heard some very concerning rumors about you. And they made me realize I have seen your face before. Heard your name before. Esredes... is it true?" "Is what true?" He asked. Oh no. "You haven't said what the rumors you heard are." She exhaled a long breath, looking to her knees. "...You wish to make me say it, I see. Very well. Why were you on posters, Esredes? Why do people say you're a heretic?" She looked back up at him. "Harrier." He said. "People say a lot of things about me. One accusation ruins your entire life." "Then... is it true? I'm not sure what to believe or not, Esredes. That's why I came to you. I want the truth." He was silent a moment. "And what would you do with the truth?" "Try to understand." She said. "You don't appear to be hiding. You wouldn't use the same name and face if you were." "I'm not hiding." He said. "But I prefer people not know about things that will ruin my quality of life." "It is true, then? You're guilty of heresy?" "I was falsely accused. I had the blood forced upon me. They didn't listen to me, so I had to run. It was dropped when the war ended." She sighed again, glancing away and towards various points in the ceiling, then at him again, her gaze a little more intense this time. "Then why did the rumors speak of Iceheart? Was that just exaggeration?" Esredes went silent. "I would like to think you would have to have a very good reason to do something like that." She said. "Admittedly, I don't know you well, but I would like to believe the way you present yourself in public- is at least a semblance of who you are. And you seem like a reasoned and mild mannered person. So, tell me, is it true or not? Why?" "Why do you think?" He said. "Ishgard was in an endless war. People like you or me would die if it kept going forever. The war only ended because of the truth she saw. And someone had to get Ishgard to that point." "By killing countless Ishgardians?" She asked, eyes narrowing. "By ensuring the Brume is even further from ever recovering? By trying to drain the land? I don't understand, Esredes. I really don't understand." "No, you don't." He said. "The Brume is only as it is because the much safer plan was ruined. We tried not to kill anyone, and that failed. Otherwise the war would have been over sooner." "And you're to tell me you truly believe this?" She said. "That all that bloodshed was necessary, and contributed to the war ending? Or are you masquerading the narrative to make yourself look better? I've heard stories, Esredes. Of people being mauled to death, by her followers. Of being captured and turned. Even sacrificing an innocent unicorn just to fuel Shiva herself. Are you to tell me they're false? Or, as you're making it increasingly feel like, are you twisting the narrative to make yourself appear innocent while you plot to bring down Ishgard, and I should be calling the Knights?"

Usually Esredes was patient. But it felt as if something in him wanted to snap, after having this conversation again and again and again. He narrowed his eyes. "Maybe if you stopped asking several questions at once to twist your own narrative, I could answer your damn question." He said. "That line of questioning goes both ways. What about all the Brumeborn that have been left to starve because of the system of nobility? Far more of them have starved to nobles than we ever killed on accident. What about all of mine who were brutally murdered and set on fire and burned to death and torn apart by our oh-so noble and chivalrous monsters we pretend are still people? Is that really any different? You don't understand. You're ungrateful, like most loyalists. We let ourselves be killed by your vicious, nasty, brutal kind over and over and over again, and still I told everyone not to hate you, to have mercy and understanding because you didn't know better, even though they were dealing with remorseless monsters who deserved no such mercy. I had to feel everything every single time I couldn't save someone. Did they feel anything at all? No, a lot of them still don't. You sit there seething in your entitlement. You can walk around like the war has ended, because it did, for you. No one tries to kill you because you took a stand. Not for me. I will never be free of the war because of people like you. Because you sit there and do nothing about anything but act morally superior for not making a difference. I hate it. Don't talk down to me, don't try to paint me like I'm the monster. I'm the only reason you're still standing here. I protected her so the Warrior could kill Nidhogg, so she could convince Hraesvelgr not to let all of us die to him. My people saved you. Not him. Not that parasitic chosen of Hydaelyn. We were her chosen first! This was our mission! We were asked to save you, and she punished us for it! Don't act like you're morally superior. You're not. You did nothing and let people suffer. I acted, I saved this entire city and by extension the entire world. You should be thanking me. You're ungrateful and entitled and why don't you quiet yourself and realize just how good you have it because of people like me who took the sacrifice and died just so you could hate us. A little bit of understanding and thanks and to not try to kill us is all we ask for, but you can't even do that. You want your pure city, you want every vile stain you perceive scrubbed out of it. Truly like a noble. And yet you're going to tell me that I'm the bad one, for choosing to instead believe not everyone who the See dislikes still has value as a person? You can shove the high throne you think your sitting on directly up-"

Esredes inhaled and exhaled, and came back to reality. He wanted to snap, but he couldn't. So as he recited this monologue in his head, he kept it there. "I don't think this is a good conversation to have right now," he said instead. "I'm going to leave, and if you want to talk to me about this later, I'm willing to explain myself. And if you'd rather not speak to me again instead, I understand. But I'm going to leave, because it's the best thing I can do right now." And he turned around and headed out without giving her time to respond. He went across the street and into a bakery's restroom to breathe in and out from the rising emotions until they simmered back down into a bottle.

That was close. Too close. He should've been able to deal with this as he usually did. He'd done so perfectly with the Miqo'te noble he was assisting with the involuntary blood transformation worsening, but he was at least more reasonable. What had gotten him so worked up this time? Esredes sighed and left, back out onto the street. Well, there went yet another bridge that was burned because of his true nature. And so it was a typical day in Ishgard.

[heartbreakterrorbird]

I agree however I think it should be kept in mind that Javert was born in roughly 1780, the french revolution beginning in 1789. He grew up during a period of anarchy and bloodshed so he desires not just to subsume himself to authority but to maintain social order, something which he sees as the thing keeping society from anarchy. Enjolras is young and hasn't experienced the trauma of revolution so violence and killing on a large scale is to him a concept not a reality. Javert's need to maintain social order is a direct response to the experience of bloody revolution

'This man was composed of two very simple and two very good sentiments, comparatively; but he rendered them almost bad, by dint of exaggerating them,—respect for authority, hatred of rebellion; and in his eyes, murder, robbery, all crimes, are only forms of rebellion. He enveloped in a blind and profound faith every one who had a function in the state, from the prime minister to the rural policeman.'

Here Hugo emphasises Javert's hatred of rebellion and the perceived relationship between authority and revolution. I would say he even suggests that hatred of revolution is a good thing, having experienced the revolution himself he lacked Enjolras' naivety. Javert has faith in those he seems as maintaining society because they are, to him, the bastion holding back another bloody revolution. So while I agree Javert is hard and uncaring towards the well-being of the individual I think it is because he subsumes that well-being beneath the well-being of society. Or as Mr Spock always said: "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Javert just expresses that sentiment in a misguided way driven by his personal fears and experiences.

So while I agree with you in many ways I don't think he 'only cares about punishing people society has told him to hate.' Hugo tells us that while Javert is merciless in maintaining order he is not excessively cruel

Javert began again calmly:—

“That’s right, that’s good, I said so, you are nice fellows.”

“I only ask one thing,” said Bigrenaille, “and that is, that I may not be denied tobacco while I am in confinement.”

“Granted,” said Javert.

Those he perceives as accepting their wrongdoing he is amicable with and even allows them some comforts in prison. He's not corrupt, he doesn't take pleasure in suffering, he takes pleasure in what he sees as the righting of wrongs: i.e this devil has tried to destabilise society and now society shall see him in prison for it.

“Ah! Indeed, Mr. Mayor, it’s a bad business. If he is Jean Valjean, he has his previous conviction against him. To climb a wall, to break a branch, to purloin apples, is a mischievous trick in a child; for a man it is a misdemeanor; for a convict it is a crime. Robbing and housebreaking—it is all there. It is no longer a question of correctional police; it is a matter for the Court of Assizes. It is no longer a matter of a few days in prison; it is the galleys for life. And then, there is the affair with the little Savoyard, who will return, I hope.

Javert sees a short prison sentence as a sort of correctional to guide someone to a better life, if that person decides to continue down the 'wrong path' he perceives this as an intentional attack on society. A lot of people say he has issue with JVJ because of the bread but it's what JVJ did AFTER prison that matters. Javert is seeing him as a man who hates society so much that even after experiencing 19 years of prison he would still rob a small child of nothing more than a coin. This is a man who's destructive for the sake of it. JVJ was also accused of trying to rob a separate priest after he was set free by the Bishop of Digne. Yes Javert's hatred of JVJ is misguided if it's over some bread but that's because it's not, it's over JVJ's choices post prison when he was- in that brief moment before enlightenment - a genuinely dangerous and hateful man who threatened to beat a child and almost murdered an innocent man in his bed.

One important thing about Les Mis that I feel a lot of people miss is that…… Javert is not the novel’s symbol of justice. Enjolras is.

 Javert represents authority, which is often cruel and unjust. Enjolras represents actual justice, social justice, he represents the laws of conscience/love that are superior to the flawed and bigoted laws of mankind (which is why he’s literally compared to Themis, the goddess of justice.)  Lots of adaptations write Javert as someone who cares about making society better and protecting the innocent, but he isn’t and he doesn’t??? Javert cares about authority. His entire personality is built on “respect for authority and hatred of rebellion.”  Javert doesn’t care about “having compassion or making tough decisions to protect people;” he cares about submitting to authority at all times. The government is right because it is the government. Any crime or rebellion is wrong because it is against the government. Anyone who is treated badly by the government deserves to be treated badly, because authority is always right. Rich people are always morally superior to poor people, and the outcasts of society deserve to be beaten down because they are outcasts – and the thing that’s tragic about his horrible violent mentality is that he is a part of the same class of outcasts he’s beating down, and doesn’t value the lives of other people because he doesn’t value his own.  If mercy is kindness you don’t deserve, while justice is the treatment you do deserve– then Javert isn’t just merciless, he’s unjust.

He can’t be a symbol of justice because all he cares about is blindly obeying authority and calling that “justice.” Sending Valjean to prison for stealing a loaf of bread and a coin isn’t just merciless, it’s unjust. Tormenting Fantine until her death for acting in self-defense isn’t just merciless, it’s unjust. They didn’t deserve what he did to them, and the only reason he can believe it’s right is because he canonically Refuses to Think about it– because he’s literally so Brainwashed by authority as a result of his tragic past that he believes any independent thought is a form of rebellion that must be suppressed.

Thought was something to which he was unused, and which was peculiarly painful. In thought there always exists a certain amount of internal rebellion; and it irritated him to have that within him.

Enjolras, meanwhile, actually cares about helping people and creating a better world. Enjolras cares about uplifting the people around him, he cares about giving people the help and the support that they deserve. He wants the world to be free. The goal of the rebels is to replace the monarchy, a dictatorship, with a republic where people can vote for their leaders. They want to eliminate poverty, fight for universal education, and give people the dignity they’re entitled to. 

Meanwhile Javert is a tragically brainwashed authoritarian whose only goal is to punish anyone who doesn’t keep their head low enough– including punishing himself. He’s motivated entirely by fear and hatred; the hatred of people like Valjean and Fantine, and the fear that he’ll become like them.  (Javert cares so little about protecting people that it’s a plot point multiple times that he’s so busy Punishing the perpetrator of a crime that he doesn’t talk to the victim at all. He respects authority, but he doesn’t love it, and doesn’t care about protecting people. He only cares about punishing the people who the government has told him to hate.)

I guess the thing is: adaptations are in love with the idea that Valjean represents mercy while Javert represents justice. But I feel like Enjolras is a much better counterpoint to Valjean’s philosophy than Javert. 

Valjean and Enjolras are like:

Valjean: I think that it’s important to focus on mercy above justice.

Enjolras: But we can’t have forgiveness until we’ve had accountability.  I agonize over every decision I make, but sometimes there is absolutely no way to create a better world without causing harm to the people who are currently abusing their power to hurt us. True justice can only come when the people in power are making reparations.

While Valjean and Javert are like:

Valjean: I think that it’s important to focus on mercy above justice Javert:   You THINK about things??? Even when the government hasn’t ORDERED you to think????

Valjean: uh

Javert: *rocking back and forth in the fetal position covering his ears with his hands* The government does all the thinking for us, so we don’t have to!! Anyone who has their own thoughts is a rebel who should be shot. The State says that poor people are bad and deserve to suffer! Disagreeing with the government makes you a rebel!!!!!! Having thoughts of your own makes you a rebel!  Any “kindness” that goes against the orders of the state is FALSE KINDNESS that will turn the world inside out!!!!!!! Supporting poor people against rich people, the people who are low in the world against the people who are high– that is FALSE KINDNESS!!!!!  Real justice is when you shut off your brain, accept your place, and blindly obey the government without thinking!!! 

Valjean: hmm

[captainjacklyn]

Pomefiore with a reader that's too honest (bit like vil???)

Like reader would judge everyone, in a negative way. They could be positive but nah <3.

They don't care about other people feelings because is not their not business.

Would roast you,how you look because why not

Let's imagine reader is very smart like young sheldon cooper: Could tell you why you don't exist and you would believe them logic

That's just me in a nutshell, Let's do it !

Content : Pomefiore has to deal with another very judgy person and that one person is the famous Simon Cowell 2.0 = reader. Let's see how long they handle it.

Warning(s) : I cuss a lot so if you wouldn't want to see such language you have the freedom to ignore this post. If you like these character so much that you refuse to see them roasted, again, ignore the post. If this is what you wanted, enjoy !

Potato why is rook crying on the floor ?

And it isn't just rook this time it's the ENTIRE FUCKING DORM.

He can't handle you and your judgement especially that every time he makes one movement or breaths for a second, you just pop out of nowhere to insult his face.

"how about you eat some of your makeup ? So that you'll be pretty on the inside for once you son of a-"

"do you anything better to do, potato ?"

"No...Oh wait !"

?

"Quit trying to be smartass when all you are is a pain in the ass"

POTATO-

And of course you get away with everything because why the fuck not ?

But he sometimes enjoy your judgement when it comes to other dorm students such as epel to remind him of what is happening and how he should be acting like.

"You know Vil, your obsession over your face isn't that bad cause if laughter became a medicine, you would be curing the world right now"

FUCK YOUR HEAD AND THE NECK IT RODE ON, HE IS DONE WITH YOU IN EVERY WAY IMAGINABLE.

My my someone is quite straight forward today aren't they ?

"SHUT UP ROOK THIS IS THE 800th TIME YOU'VE TOLD ME THAT TODAY I AM SICK OF IT"

*shuts up from your response and says absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, leona is grateful to you too bad you called him a cunt the last time you two interacted with each other*

you might say this is out of character for rook to be scared of someone who judges others. And it probably fucking is because I don't know shit about this man AT ALL.

besides the fact that he :

comes from Savannaclaw, leaves to be in Pomefiore, had freckles, magically got rid of them, falls in love with Vil, becomes a stalker, tries to murder people and gets away with it like a FUCKING CHAMPION, speaks French in the most illegal way possible (as a French native myself I felt threatened), loves everything and everyone (I swear to god that you will one day see him staring at a pile of shit and then straight up look at you to tell you about his kinks)

But with you being the judgmental person you are only makes him want to pry into your personal life and ask an incredible amount of inappropriate questions.

If that's not good enough for you, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.

You two will have each other's heads. Epel is tired of your judging just popping out of nowhere and anywhere.

epel already has a bad bond with you but it only thickens as you insult the absolute fuck out of this guy. Just straight up : "epel stop sucking at everything there is something called 'swallow'"

Was that a bad roast ? It was a bad roast, I ran out of ideas once rook's part was over.

But I will keep going even if it kills me because I love your request and I'm planning on SACRIFICING MY LIFE FOR YOUR ASKS.

moving on epel had started to show signs of his naturally insane self, you both tried to choke each other once-

Don't think that this apple on chopstick didn't try to stab you in your sleep at night. I'm not exaggerating this is just what I would expect from an ordinary apple with no poison.

Sorry for this epel stans but I have decided it will be this way. Y 'all can try to murder me as much as you want I won't take it back.

APOLOGISE-

OVER MY DEAD BODY !

*feels like I shouldn't have said that because you are most likely to turn this into a reality*

Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy it.

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 4

Next Chapters: Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3

Author's Note: I feel like this chapter sucks lol. My summer courses just ended and I had to pull a couple of all-nighters to write a 10-page research paper. So I'm VERY sleep-deprived and still recovering. But I wanted to post another chapter now since I had it planned out with a rough draft for days.

After editing it’s actually about 1,000 words longer than originally. So, damnit, I’m posting it. Cross-posted on my Ao3 account which I update quicker.

Warnings: Swearing. Non-consensual touching/groping/kissing (Technically sexual assault. But I tried not to make anything too graphic. I’m not super comfortable writing things like that, but it’s important to the plot for this specific chapter). Descriptions of gore? Also, some minor spoilers for the movie Hellraiser if you haven't seen it. (4,450 words)

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“You invited that guy over?”

Anne immediately snapped her head from the TV, shocked at the news. Giving you a look that could only mean ‘are you crazy?’.

Just like the two of you had agreed a couple of days ago, she had been staying over at your place to keep you company. You were feeling especially vulnerable now, so you’d only allow the presence of someone you were really close to.

That’s why when you told her about your recent development with the “weird guy” from the bookstore, it didn’t make any sense to her.

“Well, yeah… I thought maybe I’d been overly sensitive about how he was acting. Or remembering things wrong? You know I’ve been in a rough spot lately.” You sighed, cringing at the memory. “Plus, you should’ve seen how sad he looked when I tried to leave. For a second, I thought he was going to cry.”

Anne rolled her eyes. You could tell she was trying to hold back giving you a lecture.

“Don’t just hand over your phone number because you feel bad.”

A fair point.

Normally you could tell someone off if they were making you feel unsafe, hell, even throw a punch if it came to it. But if someone looked at you the way Toby had… there was something in you that had a hard time saying no.

At your lack of response, Anne continued. “And you didn’t have to give him your address too. Why didn’t you just meet him in a public place?”

Logic never failed her, you thought bitterly. Eyes drifting down to your feet, embarrassed, you prepared your stupid reasoning for putting yourself in this situation.

“I just… still don’t feel comfortable going out yet. And I wanted to show him some movies. I know it was dumb, but I’d feel more at ease doing something I enjoy in a place I’m familiar with. And remember, I said that my mind had probably been exaggerating things.”

Your friend frowned at the explanation. Sure, she’d been helping you get out a bit more, but whenever you found yourself in a rut it took more than a few days to get back to normal. You could see it pained her whenever you still refused to leave the house.

“Fine. It’s your call. Just… promise me you’ll text me the entire time, so I know you’re okay.” Anne got up from the couch and made her way to the front door. She smoothed out her short brown hair and grabbed her keys and purse.

“You’re leaving?” You asked, unclear on what her plans were for the day.

She nodded. “Yeah, my boss texted me this morning asking me if I could work the late shift. I would have told you earlier, but I didn’t realize you would be inviting Tony over. It kills me I can’t be here to make sure he doesn’t try anything.”

“Toby.” You corrected, “And don’t worry…” Flashing her a stupid grin, you lifted your arms up and jokingly flexed your muscles. “He wouldn’t stand a chance. I’ll just kick his ass to the curb if something happens.”

“Of course you will.” Anne scoffed. “Seriously though, be careful.”

With one last worried smile, she left.

After hearing her car pull out of the driveway, you started thinking about what you had just agreed to.

This was just two people getting to know each other…. right?

Hanging out as… potential friends.

That’s all.

But you couldn’t shake your doubts.

The fear beginning to resurface.

Was this a date?

Hopefully not.

You were honestly just excited you’d found someone with a similar interest, who wouldn’t flinch at excessive gore. You didn’t want to start dating now. Especially while you were still trying to recover. Walking up the stairs towards your room you thought more about Toby.

He wasn’t… ugly?

That was the nicest thing you could bring yourself to say. Any attractiveness that might’ve been felt was suppressed by how uncomfortable he made you feel. Plus, the whole time he was around you’d been avoiding looking directly at him.

The mirror in your bathroom reflected your tired face.

Date or not, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to put some effort into how you looked.

Doing your standard routine, you finally put on a cozy sweater and your favorite pair of jeans. Nothing that would make it seem like you put too much thought into it. Again, wanting to avoid sending any messages to Toby that this was going to be a romantic thing.

When you finished fixing yourself, you hurried back down to the kitchen to make your last-minute preparations.

There was a frozen pizza set out, a pile of movies to select from, and now all you had to do was wait.

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It was getting dark.

That was normal this time of year, and it gave the perfect ambiance for watching films. The house was cold, so you had made sure to get plenty of blankets for the couch, trying to do anything to keep your mind occupied.

To say you felt nervous was an understatement.

As the hours crept closer to 6, your stomach began doing flips. Regretting everything leading up to this moment.

You sat on the couch flipping through channels on the TV, not paying attention. Leg bouncing up and down, you glanced at the clock on the wall for probably the 100th time in the last minute.

‘5:59’

The doorbell rang.

The remote flew out of your hand.

He was here.

You smoothed out your sweater and hesitantly walked over to greet him.

As your hand grabbed the doorknob, you took a deep breath. Before getting the chance to say hello, your senses were overwhelmed by some kind of musky fragrance.

Sandalwood and lavender?

You stifled a cough.

“Huh-hey.”

Toby stood in front of you, his hands in his pockets, hunched over, giving you an awkward smile. He wore the same black turtleneck you saw him in before and his unruly brown hair was combed in a half-ass attempt to tame it.

Apparently, he had also decided to bathe in cologne.

Okay, this guy was trying a little too hard. Shit. He probably did think this was a date then.

Trying not to panic, you smiled politely. “Nice to see you again.”

You turned to the side to let him in.

But he didn’t move.

He just kept staring.

“Uh… Do you plan on staying outside the whole time or….?”

Toby blinked, realizing he’d been spacing out. He looked like he was in a bit of a daze.

“Suh-sorry.”

He came inside and you shut the door behind him.

Both of his arms reached forwards. Baffled by the unexpected gesture, you found yourself wrapped in a vice-like grip. A bone-crushing hug that made it hard to breathe. You awkwardly patted his back, feeling his body shake all over, and warm breath fanning through your hair. You pulled away slightly to signal to him it was time to let go.

He released you slowly with a disappointed pout.

“Umm… okay… that was… nice?” You swallowed.

He tilted his head beaming with affection.

This was already off to a weird start, but you were trying to stay optimistic.

Getting a better look at him now, you noticed his face had quite a few scars on the left side. Especially leading up to the bandage covering his cheek.

You wondered what the story was there, but you weren’t going to ask. Toby was probably self-conscious about it, since the more you glanced at it, the more he started to twitch.

But now it was time to maintain the role of a considerate host. Offering drinks and food. The standard crap you always did when having guests over. Even more so when you didn’t know the person well.

You motioned your head towards the kitchen. “Follow me.”

“Have you had dinner yet? I have some frozen pizza if you want.” You grabbed the cardboard box containing the gourmet meal you planned to have that evening.

He shook his head, face grimacing involuntarily. “Nuh-no, I haven’t had any food today. I fuh-forgot to eat.”

“Damn… Well, I’ll pop this in the oven right now then. I have some snacks too you can have while we wait.” How the hell did a tall guy like Toby forget to eat for an entire day?

You couldn’t help the look of concern on your face. More so when you became aware of just how pale he was. There was almost a gray complexion to his skin that was borderline unnatural. His body wasn’t getting enough nourishment, that’s for sure.

“Here, I’ll get you some stuff to eat. Skipping meals is never good.”

With a sly grin on his face, Toby lifted an eyebrow when you began handing him bags of food from your pantry. “You’re wuh-worried about me? That’s ssss-so sweet.” He teased.

You stopped and looked over your shoulder. The man was already cornering you in the small storeroom, proving he had no grasp on the concept of personal space. Toby leaned down a bit getting closer to your face, a playful smirk crinkling the tape on his skin. Eyes drifting south for a second before snapping back up again. He wasn’t subtle.

Something you were noticing more and more with each passing moment.

It was making you grow weary, and you sure as hell didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting you cared about his wellbeing. “I just don’t want you to pass out during the movie. It’s not as fun if I don’t get to see you scared.”

Toby suddenly laughed, loud enough to make you flinch.

“I don’t scuh-scare so easily.”

The way he spoke was hard to describe. It was like there was an inside joke you weren’t a part of.  

Moving away from you, he stood to his full height, cracking one of his shoulders in the process.

God, he was tall.

“What muh-movie are we watchin’ anyway?” Toby tilted his head, smiling down at you with an uncharacteristically boyish charm.

Your heart fluttered for a split second. “I – uh – picked out some we can choose from.”

You gritted your teeth, annoyed you let yourself be charmed. If only for a moment.

When you finished placing the pizza in the preheated oven, you lazily waved your hand for Toby to follow you to the living room.

The man was constantly at your heels, occasionally bumping into your body and muttering a quick “sorry” under his breath. You would’ve assumed it was an accident if it hadn’t been for the few times his hand lightly grazed your ass. Even when he wasn’t putting on his little “clumsy” façade, you could still feel him raking in your entire shape.

It was terrible.

On the coffee table, there were four movies you had laid out as options. ‘Alien’, ‘The Shining’, ‘The Evil Dead’, and ‘Hellraiser’.

“Any pique your interest? We can always watch something else; I’ve got plenty more options. I just figured we could start with some classics.”

Toby scanned the cover art of each case, twitching fingers turning them over, pausing on some of the more disturbing pictures on them.

“Hmmm… Huh-how about Hellraiser?” He glanced over at you with uncertainty.

You grabbed the movie beaming, “Great choice! The special effects are incredible in this one, Bob Keen is an amazing designer.” Putting on your best Pinhead impression, you added “We'll tear your soul apart!”

He looked at you confused but seemed entertained by your cartoonish attempt to sound intimidating.

“Pinhead? From the movie?” You felt your cheeks warm up.

He snorted. “I duh-don’t know what that is. But it sounds cool.”

Rubbing the back of your head, you shrugged. “Well, you’re in luck I guess… you’ll get to see the guy soon enough. I don’t exactly do the character any justice.”

“Suh-sooo… How bloody is this movie?” Toby asked.

You raised a brow, the way he said the question was weird. “I mean… there’s a lot, and it can be unnerving for most people…”

He put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing slightly. You flinched.

“Wuh-well… if I get scared, promise you’ll comfort me?”

Okay… gross.

You were going to pretend it was a joke, even though you knew it wasn’t.

You looked up at him with a fake overly enthusiastic grin, “Nope!”

Quickly opening the DVD player, you place the movie in the slot. Sitting on the couch with a bag of chips, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, the weight of the couch shifted as Toby joined you.

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He was too close.

It was fifteen minutes into the movie, and the whole time Toby had slowly inched closer.

His breath was heavy, shoulder pressing into yours. It was obvious his face was completely flushed; the sickly gray paleness of his skin wasn’t hiding it.

Every time he made contact with your skin his body reacted like he had run a marathon, with loud panting and red cheeks.

Under the blanket you shared, you could feel his clammy hand twitching for a touch. Once in a while he’d graze a finger on your thigh, knee, or hand.

He was always moving like he couldn’t sit still. You had a couple guesses as to why. It’s not like you were born yesterday. But it still made you nauseous to think about.

All you wanted was to watch this damn movie in peace and Toby clearly had other things on his mind.

Plus, the many attempts you made to create some distance between the two of you proved pointless. Toby would instantly ‘adjust’ his position to close the gap again. It was like fighting a losing battle.

You didn’t even know what was happening in the plot right now. The only reason you could piece things together was that you’ve seen the movie before.

His hand started making another daring journey for a part of your body. Toby once again ‘adjusting’, you could feel the tips of his fingers make their way slowly towards your ass. Of course. At this point nothing surprised you.

Ding!

The timer in the kitchen went off.

The pizza was done.

Thank God.

“Dinner’s ready!” You shot up from your seat, pausing the moving, feeling grateful to finally have room to breathe. To not have Toby’s hands swarming all over you.

As you almost sprinted to the oven, the man of the hour didn’t hesitate to trail behind. Like he was attached to your hip.

Cutting the pizza, you could feel him observing you with every movement. Looking over your shoulder and taking a step closer whenever he felt like you wouldn’t notice. You always did.

You set two slices on plates and turned around to give him his food.

He immediately tried to grab it, but his arm unexpectedly jerked to the side, instead knocking it out of your hands, ceramic scattering all over.

“FUCK!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m suh-sorry!”

Toby yelled in frustration.

You jumped, trying to move away as you witnessed his outburst. What the fuck was happening?

He pulled painfully tight on the ends of his hair. Completely freaking out with a disturbing amount of anger.

It wasn’t directed at you, but it was still frightening. You were alone with a 6-foot-something man that was flipping the hell out. Over something so trivial too.

“I-it’s okay Toby! Really!” You tried to calm him down.

But it was like he couldn’t hear you. Toby continued to glare down at the mess, tearing at his scalp.

What was someone supposed to do in a situation like this?

You knew you had to do something.

Carefully, you placed your hands over his.

God, you hoped this would work. It felt weird to touch him, but you’d try anything to not have to watch someone hurt themselves.

Feeling your fingers delicately wrap around his, Toby stopped. His gaze met yours, and you were taken aback by the dreamy expression he looked at you with. It was like his emotions did a complete 180. It concerned you, realizing that at any moment he could have another intense reaction to something that was normal.

And did he misinterpret your intentions? All you were trying to do was make him stop pulling out his hair. But he looked at you with such passion now. It almost felt predatory if you were being completely honest.

With his body now relaxing, he let out a shaky sigh. “I guh-guess I overreacted, huh?”

Understatement of the year.

“Yeah, I guess. I thought you were going to make yourself bald.” Maybe if you made light of the situation, you could just get this evening over with.

You prepared him a new slice, this time grabbing both plates, and walked back to the living room.

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Every time he took a bite his bandage moved, the greasy food loosening the adhesive that kept it in place. It started to slide up, a visible redness underneath.

You couldn’t help but stare.

Thank God he didn’t notice.

Toby was fully focused on the movie now that the plot had begun picking up the pace. Especially when the Cenobites appeared. But his reactions were disappointing. He never jumped or looked afraid the entire time. Hell, you would even settle for a small look of disgust when a body got ripped to shreds.

In fact, he had the complete opposite response. He laughed or snickered when someone was hurt. It was kind of off-putting. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for you and your friends to joke around while watching scary movies, but this was different. What he was doing didn’t feel like a joke.

Saying things like “Take that fucker!” When one of Julia’s victims she lured into her house with the promise of sex got their head caved in with a hammer. Then making a joke about how she “nailed” him.

Or grinning and laughing like a maniac when the Cenobite’s hooks tore through a person. He even chuckled when the final girl Kristy cried over the death of her father.

It wasn’t in good fun.

Luckily, the movie was down to the last 20 minutes. Even if you ignored the content of Toby’s words, the fact that he kept interrupting and talking through the whole movie made it hard to enjoy. It was like he was totally unsympathetic.

This had been one big mistake on your part, and now you just wanted to go to bed.

Toby shifted in his seat, arm slowly slithering its way around the back of your neck.

Your breath hitched. Not again.

This was way more forward than he had been before.

Was he seriously making a move on you?

You felt paralyzed as his arm settled around your shoulders. His hand gripped your side tightly, bringing you closer.

This was bad.

Maybe if you waited a little longer, he would stop once the movie finished. So, your plan was to concentrate hard on the TV and refuse to acknowledge the situation. Stupid, but it might work.

Toby twisted his head fully in your direction.

He wanted you to look at him. This wasn’t a side glance hoping you wouldn’t notice like he had been doing the whole night. No, he was intentionally letting you know his focus was now on you and you alone.

You weren’t falling for his little trap. Absolutely not.

However, when you still didn’t face him, his fingers glided up more on your waist, grip settling on the side of your chest.

Before getting time to process the change, his hand started massaging your breast.

Your eyes widened.

Oh shit.

You swiftly turned, at last getting a full look at how red the man was. His eyes lidded and mouth parted slightly.

“Toby, please sto-“

He lunged forward.

No warning.

Mouth crashing into yours in desperation.

On your back, arms pinned above your head, you tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

But he didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. He was too preoccupied trying to shove his tongue down your throat.

The warm muscle twisting and exploring every surface of your mouth. His saliva mixed with yours. It tasted like blood.

You felt sick.

The cotton texture of his bandage rubbed against your skin as he continued assaulting your lips. The adhesive having no hold left on his skin, it finally slipped off.

Skin textured and flaky, scabs and blood-encrusted tissue. All leading to the gaping tear on his face, you could see the back of his molars and his tongue lapping against the side of his mouth.

You let out a muffled scream.

In a frenzy, you bit down on his tongue as hard as you could. He didn’t flinch, instead, he furrowed his brows and slowly released his lips from yours. Shit, he must have one hell of a high pain tolerance.

You gasped for air. Visibly shaking, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

Toby’s body hovered over yours, perplexed by your current state. As if he was oblivious to what he just subjected you to.

It brought back too many memories. That feeling of powerlessness. Knowing that you had been physically incapable of stopping him. Anger raged through your system. All you could think about was decking him.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

You shouted, despite knowing how unpredictable the man in front of you was. But you couldn’t help it. This wasn’t just about Toby anymore. Or even his horrifying scar, although that had certainly not helped.

At the reminder, your eyes flickered back to that hole in Toby’s cheek. No amount of scary movies or practical effects could ever prepare you for something like this.

That was his face.

This was all real.

A part of you was disgusted by it, another part morbidly curious.

Were you a little desensitized? Probably. But your current outburst wasn’t about that, if anything seeing a person with a wound like that just made you want to take them to a hospital. Or at the bare minimum ask if they were okay.

At this point, it must have dawned on him that his mouth was completely exposed. You’d been glaring at it for a while as you tried to regain your composure.

Toby smacked his hand over the gash mortified. He jumped to his feet and backed away from the couch, shamefully hiding his face.

“FUH-FUCK! I-I….”

He couldn’t get a clear sentence out. His body shook and cracked; it was like every one of his muscles started to spasm at once.

You almost felt pity.

Almost.

This was the last straw. You couldn’t take it. You had been going through enough as it was in your personal life and with all of tonight’s events piling on top of everything, it was too damn much.

Through gritted teeth, you cut off his ramble, “Listen! I don’t give a flying fuck about your face! Sure, is it concerning? Yes! Do I think you should seek medical treatment? Most definitely! But right now I’m fucking livid that you just pounced on me without asking!”

You rose from your seat. You might have been shorter than him, but you didn’t care. You walked right up to the man, looking him dead in the eyes. A reckless move on your part, having far more courage than sense.

“I’ve been really patient with you tonight, Toby. I’ve ignored your outbursts. I tried to ignore your unwanted touches. But I won’t just sit here and pretend that it’s fine for you to pin me down and have your way with me. Fuck that.”

Toby’s body went still. Looking down at you in shock. Probably not expecting a full-on confrontation from you. You had put on an understanding, almost to the point of being a pushover, attitude the entire night. But everyone has their limits.

Toby’s initial surprise didn’t last long before you could see things were about to take a dark turn.

Now his eyes were narrowed, his expression forming into a scowl.

He removed his hand from his face and tilted his chin up, glaring down. Reminding you how much bigger he was in comparison.

Your body screamed at you to back away. A primal instinct letting you know that the thing in front of you was dangerous. A predator. Your senses being proved right all along.

But you didn’t listen now. You refused. You’d let people like him get their way so much in your life, and you had promised to yourself you wouldn’t let that happen again.

Instead, you took a step forward. Challenging him.

If he could act scary, so could you. You may have been smaller, but what the hell did he know about you? You’ve stood up to people his size before, and you’d do it again.

He smirked at this. Finding your act of bravery amusing. But his eyes still held their threatening aura.

“Suh-so… let me get this straight. You’ve just been tolerating me the whole time? Then why were you acting all coy when I tuh-touched you? Why did you hold my hands earlier? And why are you always too shy to look at muh-me? Hmmm?” He batted his lashes, bringing his face towards you condescendingly.

Did he really think he just won the argument?

What a jackass.

This was some grade-A manipulative bullshit, and you weren’t going to stand for it.

“You’re such a fucking prick! Have you ever thought I was just trying to be nice because I was afraid?! No! Of course you wouldn’t! And if I tell you I didn’t want to touch you, you can’t just disagree with me! It’s not up for debate, asshole!” You fumed, hands forming into fists.

Toby raised a brow, opening his mouth to say something.

“No.” You hissed. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

He blinked, seeing you point towards the door. If he stayed any longer, you’d take a swing at him. You hadn’t been this pissed in years.

But it was nothing compared to how Toby’s face contorted in wrath. A glimpse of madness in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.

“Make me.”

It was a growl. Utterly inhuman.

Neither one of you moved.

A beam of light suddenly glared through the windows.

Anne was back.

Toby noticed too and was the first to back away. “All ruh-right. You want me to go? I’ll go.”

He stomped over to the front door, opening it to leave.

But not before turning around one last time.

“You’ll be seeing me again soon, (Y/N).”

[mcyt-peach]

Hi so me again

I read this really cute Drabble of what candy mcyt like….but I don’t like candy in general and I am allergic to chocolate so (if that’s not a problem) could you write something for dream, sapnap, Karl or Wilbur where they react to reader that doesn’t eat/is allergic to chocolate?

Cuz sometimes people are really harsh with words and the things like “so you are on a diet?” Can really hurt

Also I feel like you match the energy of our boys so I am asking here a lot 😅

If possible 🎧anon (I already asked to be this anon in previous request :3

mcyt with an s/o who doesn't eat chocolate

⋆｡˚ summary: when your loving boyfriend offers you the one food you don't eat, chocolate, you have to find a way to let him know

⋆｡˚ including: cc!dream, cc!sapnap, cc!karl and cc!wilbur

⋆｡˚ warnings: mentions of allergies (no reaction), swearing, reader uses they/them pronouns

⋆｡˚ note: welcome back lovely 🎧anon <3 I tried to have a mix of the reader being allergic or just not eating chocolate to be more inclusive but I hope this is good and I'm sorry people say mean things about your allergy :(

Sapnap

Sapnap’s tendency to snack on whatever’s laying around was never a problem

that is, unless he brings home chocolate or Dream decided to bake something out of boredom

when you walk into the kitchen, he’s absentmindedly scrolling on his phone, snacking on some cookies still warm from the oven

he lights up when he sees you, opening his arms so you can settle into his arms as he leans against the counter

“Want a cookie? Dream’s mom sent over her recipe. They’re pretty good.”

you turn your head to inspect the baked good, spotting chocolate chips peeking out of the top

“Mmm, they’re chocolate chip. No dice.” you lift your head up from his chest, only to see him grinning down at you

“I’m pretty sure I can give you something sweeter...” he leans down to catch your lips in his but you’re forced to push his face away

“Sap, I’m allergic. You could literally kill me with your kisses.”

he pouts a bit as you emphasize the words by squishing his face between your palms

“What if I brushed my teeth?” you have to shake your head, knowing the allergens can stay on him for hours

he huffs before burying his head against your shoulder, before making exaggerated kissing noises and letting the kitchen devolve into stifled laughs

Dream

Dream absolutely loves his family and because he absolutely loves you, that means you spend a lot of time with them

any celebration or holiday meant it was time to spend the day at his parents’ house, sometimes even staying the night and waking up to some homemade delicacy

Dream’s mother was an amazing cook and she was an even better baker

she constantly made an event out of her baking escapades

she would crowd the kitchen with Dream, Drista and yourself, though there were still times when she shooed the three of you out and took over the room to herself

today she produced a large chocolate cake, all from scratch, and while you’d heard Dream and his sister rave about it, you only sat watching them eat

“You don’t want any? Is my culinary opinion not enough to entice you.”

he waggled his eyebrows at you and he’d look pretty handsome if he didn’t have brown crumbs covering the corners of his mouth

“No, remember that story I told you? I had a chocolate cake as a kid when I had a stomach bug and I threw up. I thought it was the cake, but ever since, no chocolate for me.”

Dream gives you a solemn nod, closing his eyes and wiping down his face before calling out for his mother

“MOOOOM, LET’S MAKE ANOTHER CAKE!”

Karl

every so often, when the morning starts off with rain before you can even wake up, Karl calls for a lazy day

whether that means staying in bed until noon or building a pillow fort in the living room, it’s safe to say no one’s leaving the house

when he’s all snuggled up with you, he gets in a very snacky mood

Karl is a firm believer in treating yourself, so when he tells you he’s gonna go get a sweet snack, you don’t think anything of it

but when he comes back with two cups of steaming hot chocolate, you visibly stiffen

because Karl is the wonderful person he is, he catches on to your discomfort easily

“Did I do something wrong? I just thought you’d like some too...”

he deflates in front of you, worrying that he made you uncomfortable in some way

“No, no, Karl, it’s ok. I’m just allergic. Sorry, I should’ve told you.”

you stare awkwardly at your hands in your lap, fearing he’d make some comment

when you do look up, he’s darting off the kitchen, only to slide back into the living room with a bag of your favorite snack

“Well then, I’ll trade you for your cup of cocoa for this big bag of delicious snackies.”

his teasing smile eases the tense atmosphere and you lean back into his shoulder, mumbling out a small “Deal.”

Wilbur

living with Wilbur means half of your free time is spent wandering the city and cafe-hopping

more often than not, your coffee shop visits are spontaneous, but sometimes Wilbur will find some aesthetic post and turn to you with puppy eyes until you agree to go with him

this time, it was some new pop-up shop not far from your apartment, so you threw on a jacket and started on your journey downtown

when the two of you finally arrived at the store, you were in awe of just how big the menu was

coffees, teas, pastries, you name it, they’ve got it

before you can excitedly point out the items that caught your eye, Wilbur’s already at the counter

he orders two drinks and then tacks on a pair of chocolate croissants that the cafe was known for

the cashier begins to plug in the order and while part of you doesn’t want to make a scene, you decide to speak up

“Could I actually have a plain croissant?”

with a nod the cashier changes the order and moves to grab the drinks and pastries from the display

“You don’t want the chocolate one? You said it looked good when I showed you that post. That’s the whole reason we came here.” Will swipes his card with his brows slightly pinched together

“I didn’t drag you along, did I? You don’t have to come just because I wanted too.”

you smile at his question, ever the thoughtful one, before you reach up and ruffle his hair

“I’m just not a big fan of chocolate. Don’t worry, I wanted to come with you.”

he lets out a little “Oooh, ok.” and takes the drinks from the counter, pausing as he goes to grab the pastry bag

“Wait, is this because I said I want to fuck the brown m&m?”

[gattmammon]

So the rule is: no children. It used to be "No children, no women", but that's a little sexist, isn't it?

It's not... Ok, so maybe it is a little bit about morality. The people I kill are by and at large massive scumbags, and those who aren't are always the kind of people who fully expect a bullet to the head sooner or later - journalists, activists, people like that. People who are willing to die for the cause, and who am I to get in the way of their martyrdom due to personal scruples.

I mean, who do you think hires people like me? I am a professional, I work with other professionals. Organised crime, mostly. A few billionaires, at least the ones i know won't immediately go to tattle on Twitter. The occasional black ops job, although those are always almost more risk than they're worth. Professional stuff.

I used to do personal - spouses, parents, coworkers, stuff like that - keyword "used", at the very beginning, when I was trying to find my footing. The moment i could, i stopped. Personal is so messy. The clients get cold feet and change their mind, or are intimidated by the police and sell you out, or just don't realise what it means to kill a person until they are dead, at which point they try to kill *you* as revenge.

What I'm trying to get at is, if he was an adult trying to get me to get rid of some nasty coworkers or something, I would have said no before the words were even out of his mouth. But he's not an adult, is he.

I don't know who his mother is, but considering what his current stepmother looks like, tanning poolside just out the big panoramic window, she was probably a bombshell, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say the poor boy resembles his dad instead, Mr. Vincenzi - short , fat and stout in the most stereotypical italo-american tradition.

He imitates his stern expression fairly well, but his big brown eyes, filled with tears, tell another story, and, well. The responsible thing to do would be to tell him to fuck off. Teachable moment. You can't always get what you want, yadayadayada.

But I don't. Instead, I ask: "Why don't you ask your dad?"

I've seen Vincenzi with him. He calls him "his boy", and the child leans into the touch when he pats his shoulder. I saw them chatting poolside before and Vincenzi's porcine eyes, usually colder than the blade of an icepick, were crinkled with a joyful smile. It seemed authentic.

I mean, one can never truly say, but...

The child - Anthony! Tony, that's his name. How stereotypical - shakes his head. "He wouldn't understand. He'd just get me another bike and tell me to ignore them and focus on my studies."

He speaks English very well, without the exaggerated New York accent his father puts on. It occurs to me this is probably why we are in the most boring suburban mcmansion in history instead of some other situation. A good neighbourhood, good schools. All the possibilities child Vincenzi never had. Without realising, for all of his good will, that his poor child would never take in this neighbourhood, like a weed in the spotless gardens the HOA monitors like an hawk.

"He's not wrong, you know. Who cares about those kids. Get another bike." I glance at the money. "Fuck, kid, that adds up to half a grand. Buy three bikes and just keep showing up on a different one until they move onto a new target."

He shakes his head.

"It's about *respect*," he says, painstakingly imitating the way his father would say it. Then, his voice drops to a whisper, decidedly more child-like. "I tried to ignore them before and it only got worse."

And there it is, the reason why I was listening instead of sending him running.

Not to tell you the story of my life, but puberty started hitting me pretty early. I got big boobs and a nice hairy Italian moustache practically at the same time, at twelve, all the while my parents were divorcing.

There's kids like that in every school and neighbourhood and apartment complex. The little gang looking for the perfect victim, and they smell blood in the water from miles, like sharks. And when you go to the adults in your life, you get the same gamut of responses. Fight back (there's too many). Appeal to the authorities (their asses are more covered than mine). Ignore them (they keep escalating). Most adults are distracted, they have stuff to do that is so much more important than the little dramas that play out in the life of a kid.

Most adults. But the good thing about my job is, you make your own hours.

---

I'm on airplanes for most of the following week, so his message hits me a couple days late, but I can't help but smile when it does.

It's a link to a local news story. Apparently, the prized SUVs of three prominent local men all exploded mysteriously during the night, destroying their massive garages in the process. No names are named, but one of the men is a government contractor and another works for an oil company, so the terrorist hypothesis is being explored.

Let them explore. There is no possible connection there. The men were not the target, after all.

The following picture is a selfie from my new friend Tony on his bike, smiling. It's accompanied by an emoji of a little kitty cat giving a thumbs up.

I laugh. He downloaded an emoji app on a burner phone? Oh well, kids will be kids, I tell myself, as I look for an appropriate image of a kitty cat to respond with.

(I made him promise.)

(I said: i don't want money. I want a promise. Kids like that are everywhere. If they smell weakness, they will sink their teeth in. You'll just have to pretend you're tough, even if you don't feel like you are).

(Of course I did it for myself a little bit as well. Certain things you never outgrow. You just grow around them, like tree bark incorporating a bullet after being shot.)

(Promise me, I said. Promise me you'll do your best to be the toughest boy ever, the baddest motherfucker around, even if on the inside you're scared. He looked earnest and serious when he promised. I know he'll do OK, I'm sure, but I also told him he can call me for emergencies).

(Look. At least I didn't kill anybody).

You are a notorious hitman. Seriously one bad mother!@#$er. And this little kid just gave you a big fistful of change to get his bike back from the neighborhood bullies.