#it doesn't look like there is anything happening with little shop of horrors either

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

i feel like these things are connected

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Head Like a Hole | Ch. 1

Ch. 2 is here! ->

4K WORDS!! I WROTE THIS IN THREE DAYS! DON'T ASK ME HOW, I DON'T KNOW!

Notes: SFW, Fem!reader, modernish AU, Diavolo is still Diavolo but less paranoid, Slightly OOC Dia, talks about mafia stuff, Google translated Italian. Please, if anyone can tell me if anything is written wrong please let me know! Translations are at the end of the fic (at least what I was hoping them to mean)

WARNINGS: While this chapter is sfw, this series will contain content including violence, and possible nsfw content in the future

Meeting him was by simple chance. You didn't expect taking the long way home for a change was going to change your life almost entirely.

Your car was in your dads shop for some repairs. You didn't have another way home, not at this hour. From work to your home you had two options; walk through the city in the middle of the night and chance yourself getting mugged, or take the longer route home through the woods.

Woods it was.

You didn't mind the long road. It was pretty and scenic. If you had more time to relax, there was a lake off the road that was a gorgeous picnic spot. But late at night, the road became a scene from a horror movie. Trees blocked out the moon, making the road pitch black, and you were all alone. Thankfully, you knew the way back home by heart already, and no one came down this way, either. Not that you were scared, it'd take more than a spooky road to freak you out!

You check your clock. 11:12. If you were lucky, you could make it home before 11:30. You could get to bed before midnight, and get a good seven hours before tomorrow's shift! Now you just needed to get your boyfriend to take you...

A light caught your attention from further down the road. As you made it over the hill, you saw it was a car, sleek, all black, with the lights on but not the engine. You were cautious as you approached, finding three men surrounding the trunk. They all talked in hushed voices, but quieted down as they saw you approach.

They watched like vultures as you got nearer. You tried to analyze what was happening, despite your lacking senses; two men, one GIANT. The car was a lot longer than you originally thought, like some kind of limo. The three men all settled around a tire on the right side of the car that looked dangerously flat.

You wanted to ignore them, give them a polite nod and continue on, or just pretend they didn't even exist at all. But your father's side in you itched to see if you could help.

To ignore it, or to help. That was the real question.

"Ciao, gentlemen!"

God damnit.

"Is everything okay over here?" You asked, trying to sound neutral and cool.

The man in white stepped up quickly. "Our business doesn't concern you," He hissed in an irritated voice. "Leave." He was elbowed by the other regular-sized man. His purple suit blended into the dark scenery well, but not as well as the black robe and belts the giant was wearing. If not for his skin and the reds of his eyes, you wouldn't know he was there. "We're just experiencing a flat and trying to figure out our next course of action." The blond explained for you. "Nothing to worry yourself with."

They turn back to their tire, dismissing you immediately, which presses a button in the back of your head. Your own irritation from being ignored.

"Should we call a mechanic?"

"Like hell we should! Were the hell could we find a mechanic this late?!"

You know you can fix it. You know you can help them, so you press further.

"Well~... If you need the help, I don't mind lending a hand!" You got their attention again, the man in black's red eyes darted in your direction. "My dad's a mechanic. s'taught me everything he knows. Convenient, right?"

They all shared a look, debating whether to trust a stranger or not. You slid a little closer, trying to see the damage with minimum lighting. "We drove over some glass, or something." The blond tried to explain. "We've got a spare and the tools, we're just not sure how to fix it."

"Well, that makes my job easier." You grin, raising an eyebrow, "Three grown men, and none of y'all know how to change a tire?"

"Our job is more important than learning how to change a friggin' tire!" Glasses hissed like a pissed off snake. You reply coolly, "I'm sure they are. Now, the faster you allow me to help you, the quicker both of us get outta here."

The two older gentlemen got to work, while the younger man dragged his feet coming back to the front of the car to find their lug wrench after you asked him (very nicely, you might add). When he comes back you start by taking off the hubcap along with the lug nuts to the tire. The taller man slides the jackhammer over to you. It takes his strength to hoist the car up when you can't. He hasn't said a word. No talk, just work. You admire his strength from the boot of the car, taking a quick break by leaning on it for support.

You pretend that you don't feel the soft thumps against the trunk lid.

You blame it on the engine. But you know that it wasn't even on.

After that, it takes you no time to actually take off and replace the tire. You sit back on your haunches, admiring your work while you push the sweat from your brow. The man, who you've learned goes by the name of "Risotto" from one of the many heated, hushed conversations between Ghiaccio and Prosciutto, stood behind you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Well done." He spoke in a low, throaty voice. Like walking on a gravel driveway.

"It was nothing, I've been working on cars before I can even remember. If I wasn't at school, I was in my dad's auto body shop changing oil or replacing windows." You turn and give him a playful eye. "...Although, replacing a car tire is relatively well-known knowledge." He nodded.

"Duly noted."

"Hey." Ghiaccio comes from the right side of the car, looking peeved and stealing Risotto's attention. "Boss is asking if she needs a ride."

They both look at you, a questioning look on their faces. "Well?"

"Consider it as thanks. For helping us with our problem." Risotto added on.

"It is getting late." You groan, checking your wrist again. It was already 11:30. So much for getting home at a decent hour. "I mean, if you're offering, I won't pass it up."

"Get in the front with the driver. We'll take care of everything back here." Risotto nods to the side Ghiaccio came from. You do as told, ignoring the hammering in your heart. Your heart was screaming at you to book it, but your gut told you to trust them. You helped them, so they'll help you. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.

You're greeted by a man with purple hair at the wheel, a slimy smile on his mouth and a mask concealing one of his eyes. "Where to?" He asks in a silky smooth voice.

"Just at the end of this road will be enough for me. I live off in the cul-de-sac on the left side of here."

Risotto and Ghiaccio slammed the trunk lid closed again. Right where you felt that melodic thumping. Behind you, the back of the car was open to the second part of the limo, where Prosciutto sat with five other men, all ranging in outrageous attire and scorned (or outright frantically anxious in one case) features. The third section you noticed outside was cut off by a wall and tinted glass. Once Risotto and Ghiaccio shut their doors the driver stepped on the gass, the car lurched forward in a slow crawl towards the end of the dirt road.

"A shame such a pretty place like this is the target for littering." The driver sighed.

"Yeah... Rarely anyone comes back here, if it ain't one of my neighbors it's just some ass dumping trash out in the middle of the woods. I ran over something last week, actually. Trashed my car so badly it got sent to the shop."

"How terrible."

You turn away from your driver to look out the windshield. Now, with headlights, you could see the woods in its glory. The leaves were a beautiful shade of green this summer, just about the same shade as your driver's eyes. "If you don't mind my asking, what is it you lot are doing out here, anyway?"

"Don't worry yourself with that." The purple haired man smiled, looking away from the road for a split second to catch your eye. "We're just looking for the perfect location for a friendly midnight rendezvous."

A series of chuckles came from the back of the car, all ranging in pitch. And the clues you kept picking up finally came together.

The car.

The suits.

The tinted glass.

The fucking kicking in the cars trunk. Even now you swore you could still hear the thumping, following terrified whimpers behind a cloth gag.

Oh shit.

"Oh, shit."

The man beside you placed a tender pat on your thigh. "Non c'è bisogno di preoccuparsi, cara. You've helped our boss, so he will help you. I mean, if you promise to keep this little secret for us. Capisci?"

You felt nine pairs of eyes digging into the back of your head, waiting for an answer. It took you a moment to swallow the thick saliva building up in your mouth. Your hands balled into fists in your lap. "Capisci."

"Di molto! Now, let's get you home, cara."

The rest of the drive was in dead silence. You weren't sure what to do, you could barely think of a single thing without it getting drowned out by the fast beats of your aching heart.

They were mafiosi. Gangsters, most definitely with a loving corpse in their trunk. And you were hitching a ride with them.

You thanked your past self for not letting them drop you off right at your house. They may know where you live, but not your house, that was good. You think.

The drive felt like hours, but a quick glance at your watch told you it was 11:38. Not even ten minutes ago did you accept the favor. The car rolled to a stop at the edge of the woods. Just above you could see house lights illuminating the dark. For a moment you couldn't get out of your seat, just frozen, staring through the windshield. Until a voice from the back of the car broke you from your daze.

"Melone." He was the guy in mesh and a jacket, sporting a strange buzz cut and countless piercings in his ears. "The boss wants to talk with her."

If the car could get any quieter, it did. Like the ambient noise was sucked in a vacuum. Like the cicadas and the insects all knew what his words meant and the weight they carried crushed them to death.

"Not even we get to talk with him. Tch!" Ghiaccio snapped while he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"It's best not to keep him waiting." The guy with the piercings lips split into a grin.

Melone quickly pushed you out of your seat, sending you into the humid summer night once again. You didn't move for a second too long, so the car did. It moved until you were face to face with the last set of windows in the car. Just like inside, the glass was tinted black and you could only make out your reflection, until it dropped like the feeling of nausea in your stomach.

It revealed the bottom half of their boss. The shadows in the car kept you from seeing all but his lips and his crimson suit. He sat stock still, only allowing you to watch as his lips moved while he spoke. "You've done me and my men a great favor, amica. You have my thanks."

You don't speak, so he continues.

"I surely hope we don't have to worry about you telling anyone about our being here, si?"

"S-Si, Signore."

"Bene," His body moves, the sound of moving cloth making itself known. His hand suddenly appears through the open window, a card between his two fingers. "I want you to take this." You do as told, analyzing the card. Just a phone number. Nothing else.

"Think of it as a favor... If you ever find yourself in need of help, give us a call."

You swallow harshly. "What... Kind of 'favor'?"

The corner of his lips tilted up the slightest bit. "Anything your little head can think of. Just don't make it boring."

He dismissed you with a wave of his hand. "Fino a quando ci incontriamo di nuovo. Grazie, mi cara."

That was all. His window rolled back up, leaving you alone. Well, almost alone.

"Senti! Ragazza!"

You quickly turn around and see the man with the buzz cut is hanging dangerously far out the front window. "Tell me, there's a nice little lake in the woods nearby, si?"

You're too stunned to speak, simply nodding your head "yes".

The man turned back around in the car, "I told you!" He gave you an enthusiastic "thanks" and got back in correctly. You proceeded to walk home, urgency in your steps but not enough to show how fearful you were. Hopefully, at least.

You didn't turn back, you weren't even sure you were going in the right direction, you just wanted them gone. You didn't start booking it home until you were sure their lights changed direction and the car turned to leave the cul-de-sac.

They were gone. You were home. Everything that just happened could be chalked up as just some terrible stress induced nightmare once you wake up tomorrow. Now you just wanted to get in bed and snuggle up to your boyfriend.

One thing for sure, though, you were never stepping foot near that lake ever again.

A year passed since that fateful night. At least.. that's what it felt like. You weren't entirely sure. Since then, you had moved from that tiny little circle of homes out in the Italian country-side. You missed it often, the neighbors were nice, but you didn't regret it. You hated having to move but that house that was once a home was tainted with terrible memories now. You wished whoever moved into it next didn't suffer the same fate.

Nowadays you could be found in the bustling city of Napoli. your new home in the heart of the wonderful city, far away from your old house. No one bothered you anymore. You hadn't had any problems with mafiosi or anyone else. Well, for the most part. And your Italian was getting better. You were healing, and doing much better.

Except some days it didn't feel like it. Horrors from the past kept coming back to haunt you, every time you felt like everything was getting better something came back to pull the chair from underneath your ass.

You were getting desperate. That card with the lonely phone number tempted you every time you opened your underwear drawer, hiding underneath the frilly black two piece you haven't bothered putting on in years.

Would he even remember you? Is he... even still alive..? Surely the life of a mafia boss was a dangerous one. Every day the idea of calling it was getting more and more delectable.

You took the card with you to work. You felt like it was burning its mark into the tiny side pocket of your purse, like you'd sold your soul to the devil himself by helping change his tire. 

You can't stand it anymore. No one's around. It's past sunset on your way from work and the sidewalks and roads are all empty. You fumble with the phone in your pocket, your eyes fluttering between the keypad and the card for every number, not daring to misclick even once.

You hesitated to click "dial". That familiar feeling balling up in the back of your throat was back. You felt like throwing up, or tossing your phone away, never to be seen again.

Some mysterious force makes your thumb hit "dial". And you were stuck waiting for someone– anyone to pick up with a lump in your throat.

The phone rang.

And it rang again.

And again.

And again.

When did you stop breathing?

Didn't matter, once someone finally picked up , your heart followed gravity and fell back painfully into your chest cavity with a throb. It was quiet for an uncomfortable second.

"Buongiorno. Who is this?"

That wasn't the same man you heard before. His voice was so much deeper, a bit more gravelly. This voice, no, this one was higher, a little younger sounding. Even as he questioned you he sounded enthusiastic to speak with anyone, even you, a stranger.

"Um– Buongiorno. I was hoping to speak with–" Wait. Who were you trying to speak with? You didn't have a name.

"I don't recognize your voice. I don't recognize your phone number, either. Who are you? And how did you get this number?"

There was a sudden edge to the stranger's voice that wasn't there before. It startled you, making you even flinch over the phone.  "I'm not one of your colleagues, Signore! Your boss– maybe? I think? He, he gave me this number. He said I could call it if I ever needed a favor."

You hoped he believed you. You hoped, truly, that he believed you. With the cracks in your voice and your incredibly, very professional way of speaking surely must have won him over.

The man on the other side of the phone spoke slowly. "The... Boss gave you this number himself? I think... Maybe, I remember something like this." He paused. "What kind of favor?"

"You're–" You look around; still alone. Still no one around. You think. But you add the rest in a tiny whisper for only your stranger. "You're in the mafia, right?"

He's dead silent. Either waiting for you to continue, or wondering how you have the information. So you keep going, "Listen. I, I'm not... I'm just a citizen, I guess. But I need help, and... I think this is the only way I can do it."

"Continue." The enthusiasm in his voice was gone. All work. Just like those other mafiosi you met last year. You wondered if they were still around.

"So, I have this problem. It's my ex. He's. Crazy. He was an asshole even before we broke up. He's been stalking me, I moved and he's sending me letters in the mail, he's harassing my coworkers– I think he's breaking into my house and stealing my shit, too. I just want him-" You almost say the wrong word. Almost. "-gone. I want him gone. Can. Can you do that?"

More silence. Maybe it was too much information. Or was it not enough? From the other end of the line you heard the stranger clear his throat. "I'm sure we can handle your situation. This seems serious. Is he hurting you physically?"

"Just mentally. But, he's.. done things to me in the past. I'm worried things might get physical sooner or later."

"I understand." You were chewing on the nail of your left thumb now. You try to stop yourself once you realize. "Listen, I just need two things, and I'll see to getting your situation handled. Can you give me his name, along with yours?" So you give him your name. It's almost like a weight has come off your shoulders. Like you were finally getting set free. No more creepy mail. No more acting like a hermit. Or threats of harm. You were free. Nearly.

"His name is Amaro Mezzasalma. Are you sure there's nothing more I can give you?"

"I'm sure. Actually, no– give me your number as well. I'll contact you as soon as I can for further updates."

You do as you're told. "Grazie." He thanks you. "My name is Doppio, I work underneath the boss himself, so I have ties directly to him, along with the men who will "handle" this situation for us, understand? I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you, in the meantime, feel free to use this number if you ever feel that you're in danger, it's to my personal phone, got it?"

"Yes. I got it. Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it. I hope to see you soon, signora. Until we talk again, ciao."

"Ciao."

Now, you were alone for real this time, feeling lighter than ever before. Almost giddy, like a kid. How long has it been since you felt so euphoric?

You take steps on shaking legs, making it back home without that tightening feeling in your chest. You don't make it to the next block before your phone rings, sending you upright ten feet.

It's the same number. Is it? Was it a number off from the card? You don't have time to check, you almost immediately answer it.

"We finally meet again."

It was him! The boss! It was strange how excited you felt to hear his voice again. It was rough, but in such a lovely way of the word. It almost felt... Comforting.

"I knew you'd wind up calling us sooner or later.

"Speak, cara."

"It's good to hear from you again." You blurt out without really thinking about it. He must find your anxiety amusing, because he's laughing now. A rumbling chuckle like a storm on the sea. It's pleasant. "T-Thank you, for doing this."

"It's no problem of ours, my dear. Things will be taken care of soon, Doppio has told me everything. I'll have my finest men tracking down Signore Amaro, and we'll make sure to give him a very warm welcome."

That didn't sound good.

"For now, rest. I want you to meet Doppio tomorrow at four pm, does that work for you?"

Normally you go in at twelve. That's okay, though. You'll call in sick. It's worth missing a day, right?

"Works for me."

"Bene. Farewell, Y/n."

"Wait–" Before you can ask, he's hung up on you. You stare down at the screen of your phone. "Call ended."

You didn't know where he wanted you to meet this "Doppio" guy at.

Non c'è bisogno di preoccuparsi, cara = No need to worry, dear

Fino a quando ci incontriamo di nuovo. Grazie, mi cara = Until we meet again. Thanks, my dear

Capisci? = Understood?

Amica = friend

Bene = Good

Senti = works as a way to say "hear me"/"listen"

Ciao = Hello/goodbye

[yanderes-galore]

Tweek Tweak concept if you will please?

Sure! I'll see what I can do for Tweek :) Sorry it took months! Utilizing my previous Tweek concept to help me out with this. Aged up AU that takes place sometime after high school but sometime before Post Covid.

Yandere! Tweek Tweak with Anxious! Darling concept you can check out too!

Yandere! Tweek Tweak Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Swearing, Obsession, Past yandere behavior, Violence, Jealousy, Murder, Stalking, Kidnapping, Drugging, Dubious relationship, Tweek is unhinged from the start, Delusional yandere, Threats.

Tweek is an unhinged yandere.

I'm convinced in the past Tweek was a yandere to Craig.

Then somehow they had a break up which made Tweek go a bit more nuts when he meets you.

It's quite obvious why Craig left Tweek.

The whole concept of an obsessive stalker boyfriend who goes batshit over everything isn't appealing.

By the end of it they either peacefully distance from each other...

Or Tweek snaps and Craig gets to deal with it...

He's probably never seen from again.

When Tweek meets you he appears to be normal.

It's months after his past relationship and he appears to be his anxious self like usual, running a coffee shop and twitching.

When you first meet him you have no idea he's mentally unstable.

Or a potential murderer/kidnapper.

No, your first ever meeting is by ordering a coffee, a simple transaction.

It's even normal to strike up conversation with the person making your coffee!

You have no idea how much this one little meeting affects him.

Tweek's darling could be a regular to his coffee shop.

That way he sees you often and learns a lot about you from chats.

You don't have any idea how he feels about you.

At first, Tweek is hesitant to accept the fact he may enjoy you.

He remembers the last time that happened... it didn't end well.

Yet maybe he can make this time work!

Maybe you'll be different than Craig!

Tweek is Obsessive, Delusional/Paranoid, Unpredictable, Manipulative, and overall is an Unstable yandere.

It's funny how the way I write him makes him one of the worst South Park yanderes.

He is also an experienced yandere which may make him hard to catch.

He learns from his mistakes with Craig and utilizes what he knows to make his obsession with you work better.

Platonic... romantic... he doesn't really care.

If anything he's looking for someone to rely on again

Preferably someone who won't run away or fight him like the last one.....

Once Tweek knows you enough to obsess over you, the horror begins.

Tweek quickly wants to know all about his new darling.

He stalks you, he makes notes of what you like and what you do, he wiggles his way into being your best friend.

He can either maintain the relationship as a best friends, or push it further.

Either way Tweek quickly learns about you.

Through stalking, invading your privacy, and just hanging out... he has a pretty good idea of who you are as a person.

He also knows all your friends and family....

Tweek is a yandere who feeds on your attention.

If his darling ignores him or tries to distance themselves then Tweek can quickly become volatile.

Tweek is capable of murder and kidnapping... all learned from his previous relationship.

Yet he hopes he can play this right and not have to use those skills with you.

He doesn't want to repeat what happened with Craig....

If Tweek has to then he will make his obsession more intense, usually if he is not seeing results he wants.

He may just seem like this sweet jittery man...

He's much worse, unfortunately.

Tweek manipulates you heavily by begging and pleading with you into staying by him.

He'll threaten those around you to back off, if they don't he'll hurt them.

May even straight up kill them in the future.

The moment Tweek begins his plans to kidnap you, you're in too deep.

Kidnapping and violence will only happen if Tweek gets too jealous.

This is easier to do than most due to him remembering what happened with Craig.

How Tweek would kidnap his darling is drugging their drink before trapping them in his basement.

Maybe he wants to keep you there because he's jealous about his best friend?

Maybe he's tied you up because he loves you too much and doesn't want to lose you?

I feel Tweek would be quicker to kidnap and murder on his second obsession rather than his first.

He's grown impatient.

He needs an obsession.

You just so happen to be the person he's chosen to obsess over next!

Expect Tweek to be unstable.

One wrong move can get you hurt.

Misbehave and punishment is in order, you need to be well behaved to be beside him right?

Then there's the idea of escaping...

The moment Tweek catches wind of you trying to escape or escaping...

It's over.

If you tried to leave him then Tweek considers this darling a failure.

Tweek struggles to accept this fact... but knows what must be done.

It's simple, if he can't have you then no one can.

Tweek would kill you if you pushed him by trying to leave him...

It was worth a shot to find a new darling... but perhaps it just wasn't meant to be?

[sometranssoup]

Headcanon time

Likes horror movies and spicy food like Ned

Ze mole actually really likes moles. He was upset once at the zoo bc they didn't have any mole stuffed animals and Ned's sister made him one

Ze mole gets swapped for weekends at his mom's in the McDonald's parking lot

His mom never brings the car seat back. He needs it for an extra long time too because he's really light

Ze mole climbs on like fucking everything once when he was like two,Jimbo looked away for like two seconds and ze mole had climbed up on their bookshelf and couldn't get down

Ze mole really likes camping. He's got his own little tent and everything.

Ze mole can't stand Terrence and Phillip. In fact,it's banned in the...Kerblansky(?) household. Ned and Jimbo also fucking hate it

Went through a phase where barnyard was his favorite movie and the first time he,Ned and Jimbo watches it,Ned and Jimbo bawled

Plays GTA and Tony Hawk. Tried to show GTA to Jimbo once but he crashed the car and panicked when it blew up

Very chaotic child

Accidentally lit the hummer on fire

Friends with butters (no one knows how that happened) and gregory

Loves spiderman sm. Proud spider punk and spider noir stan

Ned taught him to box during the child abductions not funny episode. Ze mole can kick some serious ass

Actually once got in trouble for beating up Cartman (broke his nose and wrist)

MULLET

Jimbo can't stand spicy food. Ned has to set aside portions before he seasons his food.

Jimbo's not allowed to cook because he either never seasons anything or he nearly burns the house down

They have had to call the fire department a few times

Jimbo has no balance whatsoever. Falls over at least twice a month. He also can't stand on one foot

Jimbo's favorite song is 'Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond Of Each Other' by Willie Nelson

Jimbo BAWLED when ze mole called him Dad for the first time. Ze mole was a late talker and he learned to walk first and one day,he was hanging out at the shop with them and he just walked up to Jimbo and was like 'dad' bc he wanted a cookie Jimbo was eating

Army cut

Ned hates Jimbo's cooking so much

Ned's really good at cooking and baking

Ned gets so pissed every time ze moles mom forgets to bring his car seat

Ned could pick ze mole up until ze mole was like 14

Ned used to play video games a lot but he doesn't play them as much now. He and Jimbo got ze mole a wii tho and he can play really well on that most of the time.

MULLET

Shaved his goatee when ze mole was little because he kept pulling on it and looked like this ↓

Spells his last name with a y (Jimbo thought it was normal until Ned's sister visited and gave ze mole a check for his birthday and Jimbo found out that Gerblansky isNT EVEN THE RIGHT SPELLING)

Proud Cartman bullier. Like hates him with a burning passion.

Loves Kenny and most of Stan's other friends tho

Really likes spiderman (he's trans and autistic fight me)

[outercrasis]

Matter of Trust

Pairing: Slasher!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word count: 800

Warnings: Hilariously none for this, despite the horror nature of this AU. I just wanted to take a soft little peek inside Slasher!Din's head:)

A/N: This AU would not exist without the lovely and talented @tuskens-mando!! Eri has spent so much time with me in the dms just yelling about this man that we find endlessly fascinating and want to domesticate so badly. I might write more for him who knows, for now this was a fun writing exercise for an AU I'm normally only yelling about with Eri <3

+x+x+x+

Everyone around town avoids him. Averting their eyes, staring when they think he won't notice, walking on the opposite side of the street, sharing not-so-quiet whispers behind his back. He doesn't blame them. Their aversion is probably in many of their best interests.

Everyone gives him a wide berth. Except her. She is completely unafraid of him. 

Din can't remember the last time anyone was wholly and truly unafraid of him. He'd forgotten what it felt like. To be met with a smile rather than a frown. To be earnestly acknowledged without another motive coloring the interaction. He's learned by now to tell when that's the case and after months he can't find anything false about her.

Their first interaction is still one he plays over and over again in his mind.

Din does his best to keep trips into town sparing but at times they become unavoidable. The dead of winter is most difficult, relying on his own stores to get him through. Tired of the same meals and with the added benefit of reminding the town of his presence, he made his way to the local grocer. With any luck, he could get his essentials and not have to return for another month.

Winter clothes bulk up anyone, making him loom larger than normal in the aisles. His scarf is kept securely wrapped around the bottom of his face. The shadow he casts is long and most don't look to stay in it. He doesn’t mind. At least this way he’s able to do his shopping undisturbed. There’s also something funny to be found in old Mrs. Peterson scrambling away from the oatmeal only for Din to take her spot. As though he would shove her out of his way just to get at the steel cut oats.

That was not the aisle she found him in. Din became aware of her existence two aisles down while he stood trying to decide what kind of peanut butter to buy. Smooth is classic and never disappoints, but could there be something to trying out crunchy?

He ignored the first tap on his shoulder. If anyone dared to approach him it was always either a stupid kid on a dare or a macho guy with something to prove. It never ended well for either. He never quite understood what they thought would happen, aggressing him in public. Despite what many think, Din isn’t stupid and his Creed dictates a strict set of rules. He would never bend it for some idiot looking to fight in a grocery store.

The insistent second tap would have normally set him on edge, but irritation immediately faded with the soft sound of her voice. “Excuse me?”

He turned only to look down and find the sweetest looking woman he’d ever seen standing before him. Din was short on words. That wasn’t exactly uncommon for him, but he felt particularly stunned to turn and see her smile. It was earnest, if not a little bashful, and completely unlike anything he’d ever been greeted with before. He wanted to keep her smiling forever.

“Sorry to bother you, but could you help me grab the maple syrup off the top shelf there? I can’t reach and I don’t want to climb the shelves for it.” She laughed then, delicate and so unlike the nervous chuckles he was used to hearing. He’d nearly forgotten what a genuine laugh could sound like. He craved more.

Din gladly did as she asked, easily grabbing two bottles in case one wasn’t enough. His mouth was still cotton dry. She thanked him and took the syrup, not even flinching as their fingers touched for the briefest of moments. Even now, he can still feel the way her skin felt against his.

He thought it might be a one off kind of thing. Someone passing through, visiting, or new who hadn’t yet heard the stories about him. Three weeks went by before he needed to come back to town with the assumption that if he saw her again she would avoid and ignore him like everyone else. His mind reeled with shock when she not only smiled and greeted him, but chose to finish her shopping side-by-side with him. Din had never shopped with someone else before. 

Even as winter melted into spring, her attitude remained unchanged. He wasn’t a fool. Din knew by now she’d heard everything that could be said about him. Some of what they said was correct, but he knew the townspeople liked to embellish as well. None of it seemed to bother her. She never shied away, never looked at him with suspicion, never made him feel anything less than normal.

Din has no idea what he did to earn her trust. He does know that he wants to keep it.

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no tags bc I'm lazy:)

[amaranthineoceans]

Everything Weird About Deltarune!

Spoiler Warning for Undertale and Both Chapters of Deltarune! Really! I Literally Go Through Everything I Can Remember About Them!

This is a long post so get comfortable. Also note that my brain doesn't process thoughts into words very well so some of these might not be worded in the best way. :)

Deltarune. The first teaser chapter was released on October 31, 2018, and it came out of nowhere. We've all gone through this, but I'll try and go through every single painstaking detail I can remember. Feel free to reblog and add/correct things.

The weirdness begins right off the bat. The title is an anagram of UNDERTALE. We all know Toby likes to use anagrams when he wants to indirectly tell us when things are related, so it's no surprise that when you go to download DELTARUNE, it warns you that the game is designed for people who have played UNDERTALE. You think, "Cool, so it's a sequel? Or maybe a prequel? A different perspective of UNDERTALE perhaps?" You were wrong; so terribly, terribly wrong! I'll elaborate on this later.

Before you download the application, the terms of service that you must agree to beforehand reads simply and plainly, "You accept everything that will happen from now on." This detail was kinda brushed off in the beginning, because, hey, it's Toby Fox. He does weird stuff all the time. But even in the first chapter, it's apparent that the concept of choice, or more accurately, the lack of it, is a very present theme in the game. I would like to remind you that Toby has announced that there will be one ending in the game. One. I'll elaborate on this later.

The program (as in, what the game is called in your files) is named SURVEY PROGRAM. Why not just call it Deltarune like it is when you download chapter two?

The game launches you, without a title screen, without any setting adjustment options, straight into a reference to the theme of the entire franchise: the lack of choice. A strange formless voice guides you through "making a vessel", with what we know now as a fountain in the background. You have the option to make some very disturbing choices in this character creator, such as making its favorite flavor "pain" or expressing your feelings about it with options such as "fear" and "disgust." You name your "creation," tell the formless voice your name (which is different from your vessel's name) and watch as said formless voice muses over your name at an agonizing pace. It thanks you for your time and tells you that your wonderful creation, (cue music cutout and background removal) will now be discarded. "No one can choose who they are in this world." The screen slowly turns white as the voice says, "Your... name... is..."

It gets weirder. The next scene appears from the whiteness and showcases Toriel calling "Kris" out of bed. Kris' area of the room is very bare in contrast to the other side, which we later discover is Asriel's.

It's Toriel. Why is Toriel here?

Kris is kind of an anagram of Frisk (the protagonist of UNDERTALE) but without the F. I highly doubt this is a coincidence.

Speaking with Noelle is the only reason you can proceed (see what i did there?) while finding a partner in the classroom. This means you can't go through the 1st chapter without knowing who she is. Is it because of the Snowgrave route?

Ralsei is just suspicious to me. There's no way he was just waiting in that castle his whole life alone without some mental toil. So either he's insane or he wasn't alone the whole time. What happened? Is it related to how he can close his eyes and see what Susie is going through when she's apart from the party? Was he just watching everything? Is he related to the formless voice?

Susie's icon is the only one without color in the Dark World.

Jevil's fight is more difficult than Sans'.

Your actions have little consequence in the first chapter. If you choose to go genocide, the only difference in the ending is being run out of the kingdom, and this doesn't carry over to the next chapter. Again, lack of choice, people.

If at the end of chapter one, you walk around town, it's mentioned (notably by Noelle) that you're usually not this talkative. If you go to the hospital and speak with the receptionist, they mention that you used to play the piano in the corner. If you decide to attempt to play the said piano, an out-of-key bash can be heard and the receptionist comments on how you used to play beautifully. If you try this in chapter two, the result is the same. All this is confirmation that Kris is acting noticeably weird.

When you leave the Dark World and walk around town, you can find Sans. He "pretends" to recognize you, and if you tell him you recognize him, he tells you it's funny, considering that you two have never met before. He winks. I'm pretty sure he knows that the player is there.

The mention of Papyrus in both games, but the purposeful lack of him. Like he's avoiding you.

If you go upstairs while inside Asgore's flower shop, there are flowers in glass cases resembling his SOUL collection in UNDERTALE. There's a red flower.

You can't enter the church.

The clock in the storage closet shows a different time than all the others in the school.

If you go all the way south in town and into the woods, the music stops and you come across a rusty, double door is in a hill covered in crass. It's locked. If you go this way in chapter two, however, you watch a cutscene where you and susie happen to find Monster Kid from UNDERTALE (or someone resembling them) and an owl kid in front of the door. The owl kid is pressuring Monster Kid to (presumably) break inside, telling them that they don't want to be a wimp like Kris. Does this imply that Kris is connected to this strange door somehow?

The ending. You know what I'm talking about.

Did Kris actually rip out the SOUL (I say "the" because I'm not entirely sure it's Kris') and knife because they wanted to eat the pie? Did they only eat the pie because Toriel caught them?

Why did they look at the player? Are they sick of being controlled? Is that why they freaked out after the Spamton fight? (later)

Anyway, now we're at chapter two.

DELTARUNE Chapter Two was released on September 17th, 2021. 17. Entry Number 17. Sound familiar?

Asriel's part of the room is different from the last chapter. I don't think this means anything sinister, but I think it means Kris notices different things about the room as the story progresses. My theory is that it will become more sinister in each chapter.

Ralsei getting super excited to see Susie and Kris after a day. As in he has separation anxiety and it breaks my heart. not anything suspicious but it makes me sad so it's on the list.

Kris and Susie's rooms. Ralsei REALLY doesn't want them to leave. Seriously get this boy a therapist. Or a stuffed animal. SOMETHING.

Kris having to gather everything from the storage closet so that people appear in the Dark World????? Why??????????????? They had to do the same thing for the computer lab too.

The golden door. I don't trust it.

How/why the heck did Noelle and Berdley go into the Computer Lab Dark World? I don't see either of them just walking into pulsing void doors without Susie.

Apparently the knight has been gone for a bit and can corrupt people's minds? The king in the first chapter doesn't seem like he can be redeemed but Queen just seems,,, not bad, but a little crazy. I wonder what happened.

Then again, name ONE person in this franchise without trauma.

Spamton.

Horror doesn't bother me. Spamton? Spamton bothers me.

SPAMTON. ENOUGH SAID.

A Kromer is a type of hat invented in the '70s. Nobody named Mike is associated with it, that I can find.

SPAMPTON. HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE IT.

HIS SONG IS THE ONLY ONE WITH WORDS.

The way he asks Kris is they want to be a heart on a chain their whole life. Like, dude, no wonder they were screaming after the fight.

WHERE DID THE YELLOW HEART COME FROM. YELLOW MEANS JUSTICE. WHY DOES JUSTICE APPLY.

Kris screaming after the fight and the player not being able to hear it. Don't you dare tell me that's just how the game is designed. There are sound effects characters make throughout the game. None that I can think of apply to Kris, apart from when they rip their soul out.

Ralsei brushing off the Spamton fight. Either that's his coping mechanism or he was trying to shut Susie and Kris up to protect them from... something. I'll touch on that in a minute.

According to Queen, DETERMINATION is a key factor in creating a fountain.

Also according to Queen, Kris, Noelle, and Susie all have DETERMINATION SOULS.

Ralsei freaking out about Berdley making a fountain implies that he may also have DETERMINATION. Why I'm bringing all this up will make sense soon.

How was Noelle able to cast Snowgrave... a spell that she, according to her, didn't know?

The Snowgrave route is so twisted.

You manipulate Noelle into killing Berdley and then, when you get back to the computer lab and investigate his corpse, the text box says that he doesn't seem to be awake. As if you're in denial?

Burgerpants recognizes you. Not Kris. As in the player.

The ending. I don't think I need to describe it. Kris is very methodical without the SOUL. (I say "the" because, again, I'm not 100% convinced it's theirs.) I'm saying this about how they left clues that someone broke into the This proves that they are NOT a mindless, vengeful husk.

HOW DID THEY MAKE THE FOUNTAIN WITHOUT THE SOUL INSIDE OF THEM. DID THEY FEED THE SOUL TO IT AFTERWARDS? IS THAT WHAT THAT WAS?

Another point I would like to make is my theory that Ralsei knows much more than he would have us believe. I might put this into a different post because I have yet to gather my points into a coherent bullet point list, so keep an eye out for that.

Anyway apart from Toriel and Susie being VERY heavy sleepers, I think I've gone through everything. I have a few theories.

1. Kris is possessed by the player and figured out that they could make a fountain from Queen and related to Spamton freaking out about freedom. They then decided to make a fountain going by the logic that "this would tick the player off." This is one of my top theories that assumes that the SOUL is theirs.

And 2. Kris is possessed by both the player and the knight. I think the formless voice at the very beginning of the game is the knight, and they somehow needed the player to possess someone with DETERMINATION. If so, then why Kris? We know from Queen that Noelle and Susie, and maybe even Berdley also have DETERMINATION. The most plausible thing I can think of is the fact that human souls are stronger than monster ones.

I do think that the popular theory (about the one that suggests that the Dark Word is nothing but a figment of a child's imagination, and the events that occur in said Dark World are simply children playing with toys) has been thoroughly dashed due to Berdley's murder in the genocide route of the second chapter. Unless he's not dead. Regardless, how the events (or lack thereof) that occur in the second chapter play through the next will be interesting, especially considering Toby's announcement about how there will be one ending to the game. So either Berdley isn't dead, or he will be.

Aaaand I think that's it! Sorry for the long post; let me know your thoughts and if I missed anything!

[sunflowericescribbles]

Weird half dream I had the last two days because I fell ill (and my head was killing me while coming up with that):

So young Vander and young Silco wanting to start a revolution, but are just at the beginning and have no real plans so gar when it just so happens that a little Vi and baby Powder somehow fall into their hands. Not exactly knowing what to do they take them in for the time being because hey, no one else is around for them. The real problem with that starts very soon, though, because Powder is still a baby and they don't have any milk for her. Of course they then start frantically look for someone who can provide it, but even after the issue is resolved, Silco kinda doesn't want to let Powder go and so he tries to find a way to get to feed her without other's help.

He argues with Vander in the bar about it and of course his partner thinks he's gone crazy, because why going through such trouble for that and "you do know we've got no time, no experience and not to forget nothing to provide a baby with! That is until you go topside and search for a substitue!"

That läßt sentence was actually meant sarcasticly, but to Vander's horror he sees Silco suddenly looking contemplative. Like, "oh no, you are not thinking about what I said, do you?"

Oh yes, he is. Because you see, this is one of the huge inequalities they have to live down here: there is no real (healthy enough) milk substitue for babies, and the only way they have chances to survive is either having a mother or someone else who can provide milk, if the mother herself can not. But try to find someone can be difficult, so this is real struggle for people down here.

Sooo, why not start with something that will be beneficial to the them?

"Let me get this straight, you want us to go topside, find a place to raid for milk substitue and bring it down here, just so you can keep a baby??" - "It's not just about one baby, it's about everyone's babies! And for the revolution of course!"

Vander sincerely doubts this will gain any following but to his surprise many support this approach (after some hesitation of course, but once the man spoke up and told the others how his wife is struggling with feeding their newborn, they quickly started to agree).

Anyway, they really raid a shop on topside, it goes fairly well, and Silco and Vander proudly show everyone what they got for them.

The hype is short lived, though, because surprise there is actually a reason this milk substitue isn't sold anywhere in the undercity: it's a powdered milk and has to be mixed with water... Yea, try to find some clean water here! You do not want to drink any of it in any form unless you're suicidal.

Sooo that was kind of a bummer. Can't even have nice things because environment is even too toxic for that. You can imagine how mad that made Silco and also Vander. This means serious business now, because this is not acceptable!

Let's say it got kinda confusing after this, but I can tell you this movement went really far and kinda out of hand almost, because topsiders could not comprehend why someone would steal babyfood and such things and it's still theft, of course, so they must be punished.

The final act is, that Silco decided open confrontation about the problem is the only way to get through to those top-ass-hats. So he and Vander along with a small group goes with their children/babies in arms over the bridge to biggest place right in front of the damn council and starts a casual smalltalk with a random person. And while he's got Powder in his arms, she begins to cry and "oh what should we do, we don't have anything to feed her with?"

And this is the point where the "riot" begins because "you think we are here for some sightseeing? Guess what we came here to make a fucking request for our children you ignorant topshits!“

And suddenly there are emerging more and more people from the undercity with their kids and then the screaming gets louder that not even Silco can hear his own wirds of accusation anymore. It's a nightmare on a sunny day in Piltover.

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I guess it went pretty successful for them, because the next scene I remember is Vander and Silco in really nice white and creamwhite suits (well, more fancy vests, Silco with a white shirt underneath a creamcolored vest and Vander the other way round) and they were exchanging wedding vows and after that a little Powder in a flowergirl dress and Vi in a cute little suit run at them and they both are scooping each one of the girls up and exit the building (I don't think it was a church, but a temple hall or something?)

Anyway, outside there is waiting a crowd and they are getting into a open carriage that drives them to the bridge to escort them back to the undercity.. But they hält halfway across the bridge, gett off the carriage and walk the rest of it followed by their people.

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Gods this was a lot, I don't even know what to say about that.. I just had to get it written down before I fogot most of it.. Well, for me it was definitly amusing imagining it, so at least I had fun in my head despite the fact I wanted to throw my brain out because the headache was killing me 👀 Btw I remember seeing a picture of young Silco holding baby Powder in his arms when I browsed through pinterest but I can't find it anymore 🤔 well, that probably sparked this whole thing, so thank the artist for that, I guess xD

[tanoraqui]

More Details Below the Cut, in no particular order:

Maedhros does do like 25% of the work of being Mayor, because Maglor (they might have uncomfortable human names but I'm not thinking them up) keeps showing up on his doorstep like, "Pleeease do my paperwork. I'll play music while you do!" and a still-present Older Brother instinct makes Maedhros agree.

Also Maedhros is happier without remembering all the horrors he's endured and committed, but he's still fundamentally a depressed widower, so the company is nice.

Galadriel does another 25% of the work of being Mayor, not because Maglor asks but because she retains her scathing scorn and disgust for him, and knows she can do a better job. (Otherwise, she's the baker and owner of the town bakery.)

Finrod runs the classic small-town diner that's the heart and soul of the town, knows everyone's names, hosts weekly game, trivia, and/or karaoke nights, etc. He's also a werewolf, or becomes a werewolf early on, because there's also a handful of monsters in the nearby woods and werewolfism is transmittable here in a way it wasn't in Middle Earth, for reasons, and Finrod happened to run into one Totally At Random

[Annatar whistles Completely Innocently, then cackles about Sweet, Sweet Ironic Vengeance while no one is looking]

Finrod and Amarië did get married before she came east with the Host of the West, but their of them remembers so they're just Mutually Pining!! Amarië is a music teacher, making her Maglor's rival as he does that part-time

At some point, Finrod bites her (drama! angst!) so she is also a werewolf, and this actually solves problems because now they can fuck play werewolf tag on full moons instead of mauling their friends and family

(There's also some orcs, giant spiders, a small dragon and a very patient balrog out there, somewhere)

Elwing is the town vet, specializing in wounded seabirds (they just kind of show up)

Idril runs the beachfront hotel, and Tuor is her assistant manager and a Coast Guard reserve (ie, go-to guy with a boat for emergencies).

Fun fact!: Idk why Elros got separated from everyone else, but that separation is not why he's aged when no one else has. That's because their...circumstances? in this town are frozen, but all the people aren't aging because they're still, fundamentally, Elves. Elros and Elrond had already made their Choices, though they hadn't told anyone, so Elrond got dragged back to age 9ish but he's been aging at slow elf-speed from there, and Elros aged as a Man.

So why is Tuor unaging with everyone else? Well, there's actually been one (1) Valarin communication: early on, Tuor had a weird dream where the ocean told him he needed to keep seawater on his person at all times or he wouldn't be able to stay with his wife, and he loves his wife and also the ocean so he was like, "alright" and made a little amulet, which is literally just a tiny glass bottle full of seawater on a thin chain around his neck. Everyone thinks it's enchanted but it's more that so long as Tuor is wearing it, Ulmo can triangulate on him + the seawater to channel enough Good Vibes to keep his boy alive and well.

Of course there's an "episode" in which Tuor's amulet is lost and/or stolen and he starts aging at super-speed, and they have to figure out all of the above and also Elrond and Elros finally unlock their memories of their respective Choices!!

Finarfin is the town librarian. Eärwen either owns the local pool (summer) and ice skating rink (winter) or a beachside tchotchke shop. Lalwen is an event organizer and independently wealthy. Círdan is the dockmaster. There's at least one Ingwion somewhere. Celeborn is Galadriel's trophy husband. Also present but I'm not sure what their jobs are: Gil-galad, Anairë.

Celebrimbor is the town mechanic/general "guy who can fix anything." Maglor "knows" that Sauron doesn't remember anything, and he seems decent enough here, but if that sonofabitch doesn't stop flirting with Maglor's fully grown and independent baby nephew, Maglor is going to--

(Note: this is not a silvergifting happy ending au. This is a "Sauron long-cons everyone into 'foiling' his plans to trick them into fulfilling his ultimate plan of breaching the Doors of Night so Melkor can return" au.)

Eärendil was just on the edge of the range of the Song when it was Sung, such that people are aware that there's supposed to be a fisherman in town...but he's always "out at sea" when anyone looks for him. From Eärendil's pov, he has spent this whole time DESPERATELY trying to get home (to Elwing, "home" is always Elwing)...and when he finally achieves it, he thus falls under the curse and doesn't remember her at all. He remembers being married to someone completely different. [blows a kiss to @isi7140]

Worth repeating: in my mind, the above is the end of an episode, like, Elwing pulls Eärendil through some shimmering barrier on the sea, maybe he falls into her arms from above for symmetry. They embrace, maybe kiss... As they part, Elwing is experiencing a speed replay of her entire life, all memory returned with this key trigger. Then Eärendil pulls away with polite confusion and apology, and total non-recognition, on his face...

...and the next episode starts with Elwing barging into Maglor's (house? mayoral office?), snarling, "You sonofabitch!" and punching him in the face with zero hesitation and all force.

Throughout the "season", flashbacks slowly reveal that a complete clusterfuck of hot potato was going on with the 2 Silmarils right before Maglor cast this new Song - Maedhros snuck out just after Maglor to try to take them alone and save his brother the extra sin, but Elros and Elrond were already trying to steal them just to get them away from more people the Fëanorians would inevitably kill, while Gil-galad tried to stop them, while Galadriel went to block whatever her terrible cousins would inevitably try, while Eärwen tried to find her and convince her to Sail, while Finrod tried to stop his mother from making Galadriel's stubbornness worse, while Sauron was idling around to see if maybe he could grab them while no one else was looking, while Celebrimbor wondered if the Oath would be satisfied by his hands on the Silmarils...

...through all that, wveryone (who remembered) was expecting Eärendil to have a Silmaril. He does not. (An eventual flashback reveals that he'd given it back to Elwing for a while. It's been disguised as her wedding ring the whole time.)

The reason time started moving again when Elros arrived in town is that he actually has the second Silmaril, though he doesn't know it. It's disguised as something completely innocuous and even the Oath-bound Fëanorians can't recognize it or Elwing's ring until they know what it is.

When they have all 3, they can reverse the Song and return home...but where is the third?!

(The Oath isn't a problem, btw, until the Fëanorioni remember their own selves and the disguised Silmaril is revealed to them. Even then, in Maine rather than Beleriand, it's a...driving itch, but an ultimately ignorable one. with effort. It's not driving them slowly mad. It helps also that they aren't currently losing an apocalyptic war and instead have accidentally re-developed somewhat of a support network.)

(You can lightly jog their memories/motivate them to aid or opposition of a plan by quoting the Oath, though. Like, Maglor, "For the love of Eru--for Darkness Everlasting if our deed faileth, Nelyo, stop asking questions and get in the car!", and from even more than his panicked tone and the worrying half-nonsense, something in Maedhros's brain clicks, oh, this is important.)

FUTURE PLOTS:

...well, first note that officially, the plot of s1 is every episode there's 1 mundane plotline and 1 supernatural plotline, and Elros and Elrond try to solve the immediate problems while also figuring out wtf is going on here and trying to fix it. Their tools are their wits + slowly translating the Noldolantë from Quenya, + slowly regaining memories while they do that. Maglor is...not really actively villainous, but definitely obstructive, because he doesn't want to break anything further, and he refuses to break the charade. It's an ongoing I Know You Know, though at first neither team knows that the other knows.

...well, at the end of s1, they use the Silmarils to at least partially break the Song, so now everyone remembers. S2 is thus everyone Dealing With That, inevitably including multiple parking lot fistfights.

S2 may also include just enough trips back to Arda to meet people who weren't within range of the initial Song. Namely: Nerdanel, Findis, Indis. Might even fully un-Sing this spin-off Melody?

...and then reprise it somehow, and in S3, I think the original townspeople still remember who they are, or have re-remembered after forgetting for a while...and the dead start showing up. The formerly dead. Fëanorians, Fingolfinians, Finarfinians... Elves only. Mandos has somehow been jailbroken.

The returned don't remember their real selves. Everyone else has to cope with that.

(Memory or not, Fingon's first reappearance involves him leaping in to save someone from a monster in the woods.)

When the Song reset, at least 2 of the Silmarils were lost again, disguised as random objects and nobody knows what.

Fëanor and Fëanor alone does recognize the Silmarils on sight even if he doesn't remember them or himself, and can't fully tell what they are. But he recognizes them as something belonging to him, even if intellectually he "knows" that's, say, Elwing's wedding ring.

Huan also returns at some point this season, and Celegorm eventually reforms himself enough that they can be partners again. This IS a Celegorm&Huan happy ending au.

hit new crack au: ABC’s Once Upon a Time but make it Silmarillion (or, The Silmarillion but make it OUAT? Idk how best to phrase this)

Weird town in Maine populated by people who used to be a mythical soap opera of varyingly war-crimey Elves, and maybe a couple Maiar, Men, and weird combinations of any and all of the above; but don’t remember it

Elros is an accountant* in Boston who maybe just got laid off when a 10yo shows up claiming to be his long-lost twin brother, no really, look at this book I found in my (adoptive) dad’s attic and see if it jogs your memory like it’s been jogging mine! [the book is a handwritten manuscript of the Noldolantë (extended edition; covers whole First Age)]

*the main character of OUAT is a bounty hunter/town sheriff but consider: ACAB; white collar crime is sexier anyway; if time starts moving again then everyone suddenly has to do their taxes!; and who better to get involved in everyone’s messy affairs than a CPA?

[isuggestwishcraft]

Enjoy your hurt no comfort thing I wrote for two days @sharedcontrolau <3

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"Ice coffin".

* Do you know where the hell are we?

“Do I look like I know?”

* You don't look like anything to be fair.

Player groans. “Then what was the point in asking?”

Kris snorted, gesturing widely.

* I'm BORED sib, you know this. We've been like this for ages and still didn't find anything!

And they were goddamn right. They've both already walked from dumpster to road and back, and farther straight, and back again, inspecting every single wall and hiding place. They've been everywhere.

And what did they find? Nothing!

(Except maybe those strange ice shapes of darkners and a couple of frozen puzzles, which is weird as shit, but okay.)

And not nothing as in dead end, no, those they saw plenty, but as in "there's literally nobody to ask what the fuck is happening" kind of nothing.

It's frustrating. And maybe just a tad bit scary, because no shops are open either. No salesman, no obnoxious neon signs that advertise stupidly useless things; the town seems more dead than a graveyard.

(Which is not saying a lot, because Player hadn't seen more than one graveyard anyway. Point still stands!)

They might as well continue their search to the end of their lives. So Kris, of course, being Kris, gives the living world their brightest idea:

* What if we finally inspect those statues?

And Player, bored out of their mind, even though finding these sculptures ominous more than anything says:

“Sure.”

So that's how they found themselves in front of one of the only things in the world that gives Player the strongest bad feeling they ever had experienced. Hooray.

Honestly, that now looks like a very bad idea. They've made their choice, sure, but that doesn't mean the need to like it.

In any case, time is worth as much as gold, if not more. So, now that they're closer, Player urges Kris to start already. They even laugh a little, telling that there's "no need to rush".

Kris snorts at another weak attempt to quicken the process, — more of a playful suggestion really, — puts their hand on the ice form of Virovirokun and…

Becomes very, very still.

All fun dies at Player's throat, not given a chance to express itself.

“Kris..? Are you okay?”

A beat of dreadful silence.

* It's frozen solid.

Player would've furrow their brows, if they had any. “Frozen… solid? The hell do you mean by that?”

The human (and wow, how long had Player didn't address Kris like that) purses their lips. There's a bit of anger shimmers beneath the worry while they respond:

* I mean what I said. It's frozen, not… it's not a statue.

That makes Player's thought process rapidly halt. Some lone piece clicks into its place.

A theory worms into their mind, as more and more evidence comes together to make one very worrying picture. There's… there's no one, because they either are like this, as a sculpture of ice and horror, or… ran away from the very thing that froze everything on it's way. No shops are open because there's no one to buy or sell the product.

The city is dead, because half of its inhabitants may be the same way-

“We're not home.”

That draws Kris' attention from their own muses.

* ...What?

Player's not sure if their voice doesn't shake. “We are not home.” They repeat. “And we need to get out.”

* What do you-

There's a sound of a battle beginning farther in the ally. Kris' head snaps towards it and they move faster than Player could stop them.

Not that they wanted to do that.

It's an almost painfully familiar route. Right, left, up, down — it's all an instinct, drawn by the sound. Player whispers to Kris where and when to turn, and they listen without hesitation.

They see more statues, — more frozen enemies, — and twist at the last turn and-

Kris freezes in their place. Player watches a girl with deer horns and a very familiar back before them, both shivering on their spot.

(God, how they feared that they would be right about this one.)

Their Kris, — younger sibling they swore up and down to protect, — almost does a stupid thing, trying to call for the petrified children in front.

Player makes a split second decision and takes over in an instant, clogging their throat.

In Kris' body, they slide against the wall, biting one hand to muffler any sound, while the other digs into bricks behind. They can make out a distant metallic taste on their tongue, and they know they bite far too hard.

They watch, tension in every muscle, with bright golden eyes as the battle unfolds. How the distress is so vivid in their shoulders, the way the hands, that normally would be so confident in welding a sword, are trembling as if fighting for their life. How she protects herself with the wall of ice, and glimpses of her face reveal the distant, unfamiliar gaze.

Hand grips the bricks harder, teeth sink deeper into flesh. The honey in the look dips darker and darker, until it hits the point of being absolute void.

(Oh how Player hates the puppeteer of this shitshow.)

Then, a new voice speaks, and it's deeper than that of a Player, more hungry and far too terrifying to be theirs. The voice belongs to It, not Them.

And It whispers «Snowgrave», and something akin to fear strikes through Kris' every being, through both of them. Blood rushes to Player's ears as Kris falls to panic, and their emotions are so raw, it makes Player softly gasp around bloodied hand.

"I… I don't know that spell." They hear Noelle say over the thundering beat of their heart. Hope fills their chest, pink blossom eyes trail over the child's body in front as they stiff.

It says again, authority evident in its voice, «Snowgrave.»

"I said," She snapped. "I don't know that spell!"

Horror draws onto the three of them, as It continues «Snowgrave.»

"Fine!" Noelle yells over the voice, while their face loses all colors. "Watch me cast a spell I don't know!"

And everything stills. Ding-ding-dilng of snow falling seemingly out of nowhere fills the air. The winds are picking up, becoming stronger.

White envelopes the ally. Snowstorm roars to existence.

When everything stops, Noelle falls to the ground, shaken. She mumbled something about the rest and need to go, before vanishing up in a corridor on the left, Kris going after her.

…

Player, on unsteady legs, goes to a giant crystal of ice. Their dull, grey eyes bore into the smooth surface, and beneath their heart they feel their sibling cry.

“This world is doomed.” They say softly, and begin to cry themselves.

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Chapter 1 [You are here], chapter 2, chapter 3

[xotomesimpx]

What Roblox Games I Think The Brothers Will Play?

Yes I was playing roblox when I got the idea. Thought this would be neat/quick to do. Enjoy :).

Lucifer

- Me play a silly game like that? Why would I of all demons want to play that?

- He typically plays games that involve working and being a manager. Anything that does not allow him to take charge he finds boring.

- Sometimes plays trivia kinds of games only to flex his knowledge. Or poke fun at those who get easy answers wrong.

Mammon

- Plays fashion games since they remind him of modeling. People don't really like him/give him lots of votes cause he always pulls the "I am better dressed than all of you" And comes off a little to confident.

- One time actually won a round and came first place. Just before another user "QueenAsmo" who was not happy about him winning.

- "Weird- how come Asmodeus is givin' me the silent treatment?"

- Other than that he plays parkour obbys. Or whatever the other brothers want to play with him. Hates playing with Levi since it ends up being a horror game.

Leviathan

- Has played almost all the games on Roblox. But really likes those aesthetic school games that have the same layout as a japanese/korean school does.

- He also likes the games that are based off of anime.

- Does sometimes play shooting games. And has earned a lot of cred since he is such a good strategist when he wants to be.(Skills he mastered as a ex-general possibly.) Either way he is happy that some peeps respect him.

- Enjoys playing horror games especially with Mammon. Just to watch him freak out and run out the room.

- May or may not have a few clips of that happening.

Satan

- Like games that involve sorting or knowledge as well.

- He does not play that much but when he does it is often trivia games.

- Really like that one library game "teaful's library"

- Other than that gaming is not his favorite past time.

- Went head to head with Lucifer in a trivia game. (It was a tie😤🙄)

Asmodeus

- Love Roblox since it has a lot of RP and dress up games. And sometimes even get Solomon to play with him.

- "I will be the mom obviously😊✨", "I look so pretty!!😍", "Why is there a person barking in chat?😟"

- He is a master and OG at Royale high and Fashion famous.

- Also likes playing pet/family rp games. "I can have a whole cute house. And take care of a animal without dealing with the gross stuff."

- Over all can be a very sweet/nice person to play with. (Unless your user name is MoneyMon. He is still bitter about losing to someone with a untasteful demeanor.)

Beelzebub

- Also not one to play video games. But he decided to try since he saw Belphie playing a few interesting games.

- Would probably play weight lifting simulator. As well as different food themed games.

- Really likes doing tycoons with Belphie.

- Once joined a server that Lucifer was also in. Lucifer made him assistant manager. Ofc though Lucifer did not know it was Beel off the bat though. Until Beel brought it up.

- Now secretly plays roblox with Lucifer as well. Typically as second in command.

- Tried making his own game but decided to give up mid way. Not the most creative with it.

Belephegor

- He really likes playing tycoons. Mostly cause he can just start up whatever machine needs to be started up. And have it make money for him as he sleeps. Requires little effort.

- He also likes playing games with Beel if he is bored. Any game that requires too much effort or extra work. He doesn't like it.

- once sabotaged one of Lucifer's shop and team members on one game.

- now that he enjoyed.

- other than that he does not really play games

- Although he does not like playing them he actually secretly enjoys making them. (With the help of Levi on occasion)

- it takes a lot longer though than most expect but his audience likes the games cause all that time he puts into it. The games he makes are pretty casual but fun.

- Made games inspired by carnivals, the celestial realm, and devildom. He tried making games inspired by the human world but he noticed they don't gain as much traction. But also cause it's been a while since he last been to the human realm.

[beclynn-herondale]

Similarities that I see between Jace and Céline

(these are just my thoughts. Press read more to see them.)

↑ this chaotic energy. You think he got it from Stephen? Nah.

Her anxiety reminds me of Jace's. And like their thought process was similar in ways.

They both struggled with belonging.

Céline corrected Robert when he said "Just like a warlock. Always for sale."

And Céline was like "Always on sale."

Again Jace energy.

Céline knew Amatis, Stephen's wife. At least, she knew enough. Amatis was sharp-tongued and stuck up. She was opinionated, argumentative, stubborn, and not even that pretty. There were also rumors that she still secretly associated with her werewolf brother. Céline didn't much care about that—she had nothing against Downworlders. But she had plenty against Amatis, who obviously didn't appreciate what she had. Stephen needed someone who would admire him, agree with him, support him. Someone like Céline. If only she could make him see that for himself.

_

Jace's smile was as bland as buttered toast. "Go on, go after him. Pat his head and tell him he's still your super special little guy. Isn't that what you want to do?"

But he couldn't look at Simon without wanting to kill someone.

“And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop. When I saw you sitting on the couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me—i should have been the one sitting with you. The one that made you laugh like that. I couldn't get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me.”

↑ Their bitterness, anger, jealousy, and envy towards the person who had the person they wanted and in general has the same energy in my opinion.

They both were angry and jealous of people who had it better or they considered to be good—Like, that was why Jace hated Simon so much at first, because Simon was everything Jace thought he'd never get to be, he just didn't realize it.—And Céline was angry of the kids in the academy who had loving parents and good childhoods, and weren't damaged like she was—they both were angry because somebody was someone or had something they thought they'd never get to be or have. (In Céline's case she never actually got it, not really.)

They both like to wander around when upset.

They both aren't too fond of the Silent Brothers. And I think that has to do with their head being full of certain things they don't want others to know, and the Silent Brothers speak in your mind, almost like they're reading your thoughts.

They're both observant, which could be from growing up in abusive and toxic environments but could also just be they're observant people.

They both can tell when someone is off. We see this when Céline sees through Valentine's mask. Jace often saw through the lies of people in TMI and still does.

And the both hate being pitied. Like it angers them when people pity them, we see that with Jace quite often in TMI, but we see it when Dominique says this: “Every Downworlder in Paris knows about poor Céline Montclaire, wandering the city like a murderous little Éponine. We all feel a little sorry for you.”

And then Céline thought this: Céline lived with a steady, secret simmer of rage, but now she felt it boiling over.

↑ Again, the above reminds me of Jace. He lived with anger that he kept under control but would boil over when triggered.

They're both sensitive. And get hurt easily.

“I wish I could be more like you,” she admitted.

In what sense?

“You know, just shut off my feelings? Feel nothing. For anybody.”

There was a long pause, and she wondered if she had offended him. Was that even possible? Finally, his cool, steady voice spoke.

This is a wish you should dispense with. Feeling is what makes us human. Even the most difficult feelings. Perhaps especially those. Love, loss, longing—this is what it means to truly be alive.

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“I think—my father was sorry he had a parabatai,” he said. “Now I have to go live with a man my father was sorry about. I don't want to be weak, I don't want to be sorry. I want to be the best.”

If you pretend to feel nothing, the pretense may become true, said Jem. That would be a pity.

↑ They both wished to feel nothing, and had Jem tell them that wasn't as great as they thought. But they both still desperately wanted to not feel.

When she was a child, her parents had often refused her iratzes after training sessions, especially when her injuries were caused by her own mistakes. Let the pain remind you to do better next time, they told her. All these years later she was still making the same mistakes.

_

“No! it's better for your parents not to know it happened at all. It was just bad luck that one of them got me. I'm a good fighter,” Jonathan protested sharply.

“It's my fault I got hurt,” said Jonathan. “I know excuses are for incompetents. It won't happen again.”

↑ this bit on making mistakes, or when getting hurt.

Céline always carried a misericord blade.

↑ Reminds me of someone else who always carries blades.

They both were aware of the consequences of putting a rune on someone that they weren't 100% sure were Nephilim, and it was different circumstances but they did it anyway. Jace gave Clary her first rune and Céline gave Rosemary her first rune (I think).

More furious at her own instinct for mercy. After all, her parents had never shown any to her. Her parents had done their best to teach her that mercy was weakness, and cruelty was strength.

_

Jonathan said the word "weakness" with horror. Jem wondered what a man who had drilled a boy to fight like that might have considered weakness.

↑ Mercy, kindness, gentleness, etc. Was taught as weakness to them both growing up.

They both hate being predictable. Kinda like when Rosemary knew Céline would keep her secret. Céline hated that she knew that. Remember in CoA when everyone was guessing that Jace said no to Valentine, and he hated it.

They both never really felt like they were ever a kid. Because again, the environment they grew up in forced them to grow up faster than they should have. Which is why Jace didn't think of himself as one when he threw himself into battle.

like Jace I don't think Céline liked to upset the balance of things, meaning they don't pry and don't pressure. Which often gets them labeled as "not too bright" or "unobservant" they're both observant, they just don't say it out-loud. Jace is definitely like this, but I see Céline as this too. Stephen said she always needed to be told what to do, but I don't think it was that exactly, I think she just didn't like to upset things. Which growing up in an abusive and toxic environment does that. But I think it's also just part of who they are.

That sweet and obedient daughter of the provençal countryside. They knew how devoted she was to her parents. Such a dutiful daughter.

↑ Valentine often called Jace his obedient son. I see Jace in this part as well. Sebastian called him Valentine's "sweet boy."

She could close the door on the past, start again. She could choose a life without pain, without suffering or fear.

But who would she be without pain?

This also reminds me of Jace. Obviously he did end up choosing to walk away from Valentine. But there are times he doubted, because in reality he himself didn't know who he was without the pain he'd experienced, without his past with Valentine. And they both believed that the pain and suffering had made them stronger. Jace later knows that isn't true, but I see the similarity there.

They're both said to have vulnerability about them that made you wan to protect them. To keep them safe. Jocelyn said you couldn't really hate Céline, and I think it's kinda the same with Jace.

Both of them refused to ask for help. Thinking they could do it all on their own.

Céline could tell how much it hurt—and how determined the woman was to reveal no pain. She knelt by her side. Rosemary flinched away. “Let me see—I can help."

_

“Tell me what happened first.” She tried to yank her wrist back, but his grip was incredibly strong. “I can help you.” — this is in Clary's pov.

↑ Their willingness to help the pretty stranger they didn't know.

They both often felt they didn't have a choice in some things.

They both felt achingly alone at some point. And very much misunderstood.

The thought of losing the only family they ever had scared them, and they were willing to do anything to keep them. Even if in Céline's case hers wasn't that real.

They were both said to be beautiful, and breakable. Fragile almost. These were Jocelyn's words. That beautiful things were easily broken.

They both grew up denied of love and care.

Céline had low self esteem in a lot of areas. We often see Jace as the confident character who doesn't have insecurities or low self-esteem. but he does. Jace didn't like himself, his looks don't play a part here, he didn't like himself. He actually didn't feel good enough or worth much, that's why he made so many superiority jokes, because he truly didn't feel good enough but had to make everyone believe he did. Céline didn't feel good enough either, but she tried not to let it show.

Their childhood gave them bad coping mechanisms and suicidal tendencies. They both self harmed in ways, believing that pain made you stronger is one of them.

We often look over the fact that while some of Jace's mental struggles did come from the trauma of his childhood and growing up around war, that he was already at a high risk with a mother who experienced similar things. Because if you have a parent who has mental illness the offspring are at higher risk of developing one. And his childhood didn't help with that.

And we know what they both truly wanted was to be loved and safe. Really. Jace always thought he wanted to fight all the time, but by the end of tmi he realized he just truly wanted to be happy and left alone, he just wanted Clary and his family. Céline wanted that too, but she never got it.

You all realize they would understand each other, right? Like if Cassie ever did something where they somehow met, Céline would understand Jace and he would understand her.

Céline would have never raised Jace with anything but love and care. She would have made sure he never knew a childhood like hers. But he did. He ended up knowing what that was like. And it would have broken her even more to know that.

But she would probably stab Valentine in the face, which I'd like to see.

Friendly reminder that Jace looks like her around the eyes (no I won't shut up about this.)

There's probably more but until we learn more we won't know. Just remember he may be a Herondale but Céline is also there.

@khaleesiofalicante I tagged you 😎

[thequeenofsastiel]

Don't Say No Episode 8

Well that was intense. On multiple levels. I guess I'll start from the top.

Fiat's mother unsettled me from the first time I saw her smile. I've always felt like you can tell a lot about a person from the way they smile. In one of my jobs knowing how to read people is very important, and I learned to read intent through smiles. Her smile was...it's difficult to explain. I just felt uneasy. And the way she spoke about his father and the way she cried when they were in that coffee shop(here I'm going to get personal) reminded me a lot of my own mother. My mother was possessive, manipulative, and determined to make sure I hated my father(the irony is that he's the one I still speak to while I haven't spoken to her in over half a decade). She used tears as a weapon. It's not that she didn't feel the emotions behind them, but the words she used with those tears were designed to make me do the things she wanted me to do. Hate the people she wanted me to hate. Even if that person was me. Fiat's mom is doing the exact same thing, and it made my skin crawl. It didn't surprise me at all to see her abusing him in that extended flashback. And while I perhaps see the necessity of showing us that, I did feel like it didn't need to be that long. Though admittedly I found the whole thing rather triggering so my perception may be skewed here.

It was absolutely gut wrenching to discover the truth of why Fiat thought he got kicked out. First did an excellent job at showing the horror Fiat was feeling in that moment. I've had situations(though less extreme) in which I discovered that I'd hurt someone and either hadn't registered it or had forgotten about it, and it's an awful feeling. Fiat's spent so long hating his stepmother and half sister, so learning one of the biggest reasons his little sister hated him so much, and being confronted with the fact that Fay had never told him about it or attacked him for it, not only made him feel like an awful person, but it completely upended emotions that he'd carried around for years. It challenged his entire view of reality.

I feel so much for Fiat this episode. He had to discover that he'd hurt someone whom he'd hated but who it turned out hadn't actually done anything wrong, and also that the person he'd deified in his memories had abused him. His head is spinning.

His dad is still a dick, though. Even though it turns out he wasn't actually trying to kick Fiat out when Fiat was a child, he still verbally abuses Fiat every time we see them together so, you know, fuck him.

Other observations:

I like that Leo allowed Fiat to take comfort with him sexually. The sex negative cultures many of us are trapped in tend to view sex as acceptable in very limited circumstances. In all the other shows and movies I've seen, if one character was experiencing extreme emotional stress and tried to sleep with someone else to deal with it, the other character either nobly stopped it, or went along with it and was either doing a bad thing or making a mistake by doing so. But here, Fiat was in emotional pain, and Leo comforting him sexually wasn't presented as a bad thing. Which I think is great, because sex can be very healing, especially with someone you're in love with. Obviously sex isn't always the answer when someone is hurting, but it can be. I don't think it entirely fixed what was happening with Fiat, but I think he needed it, and I appreciate that Leo understood that and didn't push him away.

This moment of gentle comfort was so moving to me. All of the leofiat scenes in this episode were deeply moving.

Regarding Pob and Leon, I think that two scenes must have been mixed up. We see Pob find Pobjer and think there's something wrong with her(though maybe he's just confused because she looks relaxed for once in his presence), and frantically calls up Leon, but in the next scene with him and Leon they're acting like nothing's wrong. There's no mention of Pobjer at all. That doesn't make any sense. Switch those two scenes and it does.

You know, I realize that it's probably too late in the series to start a romance between them, but really, I think that they should get their own series. I would watch the hell out of a GL show about them.

Okay, I've refrained from asking this because I love her so much, but how the hell is she the coach? She's a student. She called Pob P', so it's not even like she's a senior. How is she the coach of a college basketball team? Is she a brilliant basketball player or something? I feel like this is something that deserves an explanation we haven't gotten.

Overall, a moving episode with a completely unexpected revelation. This show really keeps me on my toes. I love it.

9/10

[sunnyshiftyy]

hi! i was hoping that i could request some elementalists headcanons

how about a female mc with either beckett or griffen (your pick) and they're trying to figure out how to match their outfits for a formal event? like they go shopping together, spend the whole day together, stuff like that

OMG outfit fluff!!! I'm here for it!

Now, I have at least two fics of this, so I'll work on them too to post. The headcanons are going to be kind of in the line of the fics, i'll probably pick some convo's out of them too.

I'll do it with Beckett cause honestly I don't know how to write Griffin but I'll work on that!

These are all my headcanons so do with that what you will!

TW: probably cursewords and body insecurtiy

• MC does not, i repeat, does not want ANYONE, and especially Beckett, to pay for her clothes. Especially especially when they're expensive. Of course Mr. Rich boy wants to pay, but MC refuses sternly.

MC: It's beautiful but I'm.. I can't buy that just to wear it once. I definitely don't have the money for it.

Beckett: That's nonsense, I'll pay for you.

MC: *looks at him* No, you won't. 😤

Beckett: It's nothing. And I was the one who invited you to come.

MC: I won't let you, Beckett! Fivehundred dollars just for a stupid dress?

Beckett: This gala cost 40 times more than that. It's fine.

MC: No, I'm just gonna find something else. Maybe I could go back to Asters shop and rent the dress I wore for Amorelia...

(What happens next?? Muahahah! You'll have to wait for the fic lol)

• Does Beckett like shopping? Not really, it's a lot of fuss for some clothes. (Probably traumatized by being dragged along to go buy stuff for Katrina lol) Does he, however, appreciate a good outfit? Absolutely. This man has a style and he knows what he likes and doesn't like. He has a good amount of clothes. Most of them are preppy (a lot of button up's) and of course a lot of formalwear for attending galas. He wears about 40% of his clothes regularly. (Let's be honest you probably wear even less of your clothes. Yes you! 👀)

• Shopping with MC, however, he can stomach. In fact, he almost likes it. Almost. The first time, he may be apprehensive because of the horror of shopping with his sister, but once he sees that MC's not as.. 'Katrina' as Katrina, he relaxes a little.

• If they're shopping for a gala, it will probably only be MC who actually needs anything. As a lowlife peasant (/s) she doesn't have formal dresses just laying around. Beckett however, has at least 5 suits and an extra funeral suit, cause, you can't party in the clothes you go to a burial in! 😉 (/s)

• Beckett will probably enjoy taking MC to these fancy high-end formalwear boutiques, because he's familiar with it now, after going along with his family many times. He enjoys seeing the look on her face when they step foot into one. It's like showing MC his world.

• In some of the stores, the employees know him so well after years of good business, that they spontaniously greet him and ask him all about how he's doing, how the family is doing, all that. The Harringtons are not only good for business, but also, most importantly, genuinely kind and nice people to be around. (Also i haven't mentioned this but they also do a lot of galas for charities.) The employees would probably ask about MC though, because he has never brought anyone with him to the store. They're all like "Oh my Gods, Harrington junior brought a girl with him!" MC's like: "Yep.. that's me.. just me.."

• Coordinating outfits would probably not be high on Beckett's priority list, but it probably is on MC's so he goes along with it. But if he does something, it needs to be done well.

• Small detail, but he will always ask if something she's wearing is comfortable. Because Gods does he know how annoying stuffy clothes can be. For example, when a dress is short, he asks MC if she's going to be able to actually do stuff in that besides just.. stand. It's the concern for me ����

• Another detail, I know people get insecure sometimes. Especially in a 'trying on new clothes'-setting. Lots of mirrors, unflattering angles... So MC will probably feel insecure sometimes. Beckett's the sweetest and he may not notice it, but if she tells him he will make sure she doesn't think ugly things about herself, because he knows how bad those thoughts can be. He also doesn't get it, cause to him, she's perfect. But he also does get it, because he knows how it feels to feel like you're not good enough. He will find a way, his way, of making you feel good about yourself again.

Beckett: Do you want to talk about the thing earlier?

MC: Uhm.. it's not that big of a thing.. I just ... Everytime I look in a stupid, ratchet-ass changing room mirror I don't like my body. *Tries to hold back tears*

Beckett: Really?.. But.. You're so beautiful..☹️

MC: Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. ☹️

Beckett: Don't be so mean to yourself..

MC: ...

Beckett: You're beautiful, you're healthy..

MC: *cries* *wipes tears away immediately* Sorry, I'm so pathetic..

Beckett: ...You're not. *silence* Look, if I look at it through your logic, then I would conclude that your eyes aren't working.

MC: *sad chuckle*

(Again, mf cliffhanger. I'm evil, I know, you get the good stuff laterrr, in the fic.)

• He will be honest. I'm serious. If a dress looks fugly, he will say it. Not that harshly, but, still. Very honest. He will learn to ask MC's opinion first before completely destroying the poor piece of fabric she’s wearing. He would word it like: "I think the other one looked better.", "Maybe try another one?", or "The straps look weird." (very specific, but okay). If MC asks him: "What do you think?", he will, i repeat, he will voice his opinion. He sometimes can just say: "I don't think it looks good." MC's maybe gonna be hurt by this, but he will explain that it's not her, it's the fugly dress.

• As we all know, our dear Becky is a perfectionist. By that rule, he will appreciate 'perfection' (by his standards). If MC looks stunning in something, he will also say it. If the aesthetic’s on point and everything matches (again, by his standards), he's gonna be very happy. He will try to compliment her into getting that very outfit, even offer to pay it for her. He's probably thinking: ‘Please, just buy it, it's a blessing for my eyes.’

MC: *puts on other dress* *opens curtain* So?

Beckett: That's actually really nice.

MC: Yeah, right?! It's perfect for all the preppy garden parties and picnics!

Beckett: ... I can't deny that. My parents would approve.

MC: Yeah, I think so too. Okay, I'll think about this one.

Beckett: What? No, get it.

(Will she, won't she? Idk you'll have to see 👀)

• He knows that a girl doesn't just need a dress for a gala. And he will not forget a single thing on the list. Shoes, jewelry, whatever else (can you tell i'm not filthy rich or girly?/s) MC's probs going crazy but it's, like, good crazy?

• He will probably already have something to match MC's dress but in case he doesn't, he would have to look for something too. Luckily, the staff that likes him so much knows exactly what his preferences are and how to match to MC's dress. It would only take a couple of suits to find the right one. He's very critical, as we know. I don't need to mention he looks awesome in any suit are you kidding me I think I just died 👀☠️✨ So sitting there and looking at nerdy preppy rich boy trying on different suits is not boring. There are WAY worse things she could be doing.

• After (or during) the shopping trip, they would get a snack, as Beckett always did on his previous trips. It could be something fancy, or just something very mundane. We all know he's a big tipper, so the people love him. Also, MC's still surprised at just how many people know him. (It's just because he only goes to places he knows so they all know him lol but shh don't tell MC)

• Would you believe it if i told you that, if MC asked really nicely, and there was no one else around with better skills, he would try (with the emphasis on try) to help her do her makeup? He wouldn't be too good at it but as stated before, he would try his absolute best. Of course, if MC's good at makeup she wouldn't need his help but you know not everyone is good at makeup, okay? (Sniffs in clown 🤡)

That’s it for today! It’s.. a lot. I tend to write way too much but that’s okay, because that’s more content for you!

Update on the fics: I finished my first draft of the first fic i wanna post. It’s still gonna take me some time. Then i’ll work on one of the fics in this headcanonpost.

I will link the fics here once they're done.

For now, i hope you enjoyed the convos and the headcanons!

Tags: @theclassycandy

[skampi835]

Let’s never speak of this again! (Motonari x reader)

Let’s celebrate Motonari’s upcoming route with an oneshot! 🥳 Since I hopefully avoided most of the spoilers I didn’t come up with any good idea, but then I found this:

you and your enemy hug each other, it's completely accidental, and neither of you know why it happened, and it's like,,, you glare at each other, with an expression of ''let's never speak of this again'´

Thanks for putting this idea in my mind @screnwriter​!

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Language: english

Starring: Motonari x reader (female)

Genre: Comedy

Warning: besides Motonari’s slanguage surprisingly none... ahaha who am I kidding? It's Motonari 😂

real Warnings: angst, bad language, violence (fighting scene!)

Word Count: 1.810

“Get her!”

Shoot! How do I always end in situations like this?!

With this thought you’re bolting straight into the next alleyway. You’ve left the busy trading streets of Azuchi a long time ago and unfortunately lost track of your current position due the rising panic inside of you. Honestly, you’ve no idea where the heck you are right now! Though obviously still in Azuchi you’re running hopefully into the right direction towards the fuller marketplace!

Desperate, you’re squeezing your way through a very small gap between two buildings and dash on. Maybe your pursuers can’t follow you through this and it'll buy you some extra time! The shouts from traders and the sounds of frisky chatters are getting louder with every step you’re taking, which means you have to be on the right track!

Determined you’re keeping up the fast pace, praying you’re able to shake off your pursuers completely in the crowds of the busy market, as you round the next corner. But all of a sudden you’re awfully crashing into a wall.

“Woah!”

“Uff--!”

The heavy impact is stealing your air, though obviously not only from you, but also from said wall, which in the hustle and bustle you’re literally falling into his arms eagerly not to fall. Together you’re even staggering sideways for a split second. Stressed and tense you’re spinning your head up with surprise, staring into the startled, wide ruby red eyes of the man. "Wah-…?"

“… You?!”

You didn't even realize how tight you were clutching Motonari when you crashed into him, until he’s violently yanking your arms away. "The hell yer doing? Got a bloody death wish?" He hisses and is glaring at you furiously.

As shocked as Motonari's reaction was, so are you aghast to face him right now. "What, of all people, are you doing here?!" You snap, still completely out of breath.

Quick steps are pulling you back to the current situation you are still in. You were supposed to keep running from your pursuers but simultaneously you’re facing an enemy of the Oda forces. Your situation is definetly growing somewhat hopeless. Nevertheless the sight of Motonari’s anger makes it a lot easier for your decision, to pass him and run away, than to stand rooted on the spot.

Unfortunately Motonari suddenly grabs your wrist roughly when you've just turned away and is pulling you back. "Ack-…! Let me go!" you plead.

"I won't do shit," Motonari growls venomously. "Now that yer recognized me, princess, I’ve gotta improvise something."

The hectic steps from the side street are getting louder with every passing moment, before they’re coming to a sudden stop right next to you. “There’s this witch!” One of the pursuers is shouting. He’s considerably tall with broad shoulders and a massive body. Shortly afterwards another two coarse figures appears behind him. They’re building themselves up with stern grimaces in the narrow alleyway.

Your eyes anxiously widen and your body starts to tremble ever so slightly. But there is no running away again for you, for Motonari’s adamant grip is chaining you.

"Huh, didn't even know yer know so many grim-looking acquaintances, princess." Motonari’s saying coolly, scanning the three men with his steely gaze. Still he doesn't loosen his grip on your wrist instead he’s tightening it.

"I haven't!" You snort, trying to yank your hand free to get away from him - without avail. You don’t know if it's better, getting caught by Motonari or these guys. But you know for shure both scenarios are pretty bad.

"Hey, you there! Plat-head!” One of the scoundrels growls and is glaring at Motonari grimly, whose dryly raising an eyebrow at this denomination. "Give us the little girl. We have business with her."

“That stupid hussy broke my nose!” Another of them shouts indignantly. You’re noticing his swollen red nose and you can't suppress a brief, yet inappropriate, flash of pride in your face.

It was just a few minutes ago, when they stalked you after you’ve exited your favorite shop. Unfortunately this shop is located in the outskirts of the village so there weren’t many people when they confronted you. The guys wanted to ‘talk to you nicely’ and after a few seconds you’ve ‘nicely declined'. Thank goodness you know some techniques of self-defense!

However, even more inappropriate is Motonari's spiteful laughter that he’s suddenly uttering. It’s giving you the creeps! "Seriously?" With a quick sideways glance in your direction with his ruby red orbs, he’s grinning at the fellow with extreme smug. "Tell me, how’d she did it, putz? Did she climb onto yer?"

Good gracious! Wouldn’t you please make him madder than he already is? Pretty please?!

"What did you just call me?" The broad shouldered man’s roaring furiously. Shortening the distance to Motonari, he’s threateningly waving with his massive fist.

Without wanting to, you’re quickly seeking cover behind Motonari, who has finally let go of your wrist. Now with his hands free he’s facing the attacker. With quick reflexes Motonari’s skillfully dodging the scoundrel's punch and draws his sword with a metal 'shink' that’s humming in the air. You’re holding your breath when Motonari’s holding the blade right against the throat of the ruffian, who is instantly not moving a muscle anymore. "Are you out of yer damn mind? You fucking want to take me on unarmed?!"

Motonari’s sounding incredibly unimpressed, for it was him against three rapscallions, but also incredibly pissed. No matter how this will end, you're sure you won't be of any use. So you’re looking around for an escape route. But you are cornered. The only side you could rush to is a dead end.

"The lil’ one’s mine, get it? So piss off, aye? ” Motonari’s growling with a frown and kicks the man roughly in his side. Gruntling the man hits the ground hard.

"You sunova-!" Furiously about the defeat of his crony, another ruffian - not quite as stupid as his predecessor - is trying his luck with a rusty dagger, when he’s running towards Motonari. But after a few seconds it lands on the ground, followed by the guy.

The last of the crew charges in, just to earn a brutal smack with the back of Motonari’s sword in the side of his neck. "Tch! How the hell did ya morons think yer can take me on when a lil’ girly beat you up? Ya wanna make me really mad?”

You’re recognizing the change in the air around Motonari. It’s tense, shifting from the beginning amusement to bloodlust. Motonari’s wielding his sword, but apparently used it just to disarm his opponent. But now it seems that he won’t restrain himself any longer.

"Crap, let's get out of here!" The guy with the lost dagger is yelling towards his pals. Frantically they’re getting up and quickly disappear into the alleys.

You sigh, relieved as the men finally disappear. But just one moment later your heart’s sinking completely into your boots when Motonari turns back to you, though this time with a sword in his hand. "Back to ya, princess."

“I haven't seen or heard anything!” You shout, throwing your arms up in air and backing from him. Now pressed against a real wall on the side of the house, your heart is pounding up to your throat, when you meet Motonari’s sharp gaze. Luckily the bloodlust you’ve seen before has gone, too.

Motonari’s raising an eyebrow, probably irritated by your strange reaction and is fixing you. Then the corner of his mouth curves up to an amusing smirk while he’s withdrawing his sword back to his belt. “Heh, ain’t that a start?” He snickers.

Abruptly he shortens the distance to you, placing one of his white gloved hands right next to your head against the wall behind you. Superior and smugly, Motonari’s looking straight into your eyes, straight into you. The tension’s getting tangible again and your heart’s pounding hard in your chest. "You owe me. I bet you saw nothing, understood?"

Something you least of all wanted, is to owe to some madman like Motunari! His stern expression is sending a shiver through your spine. "I- ... uhm ... thank you?"

"What should I do with yer thanks? Can’t buy anything with ‘em.” Motonari snarls dissatisfied and is slightly narrowing his eyes. "Either you damn shut yer mouth about everything ya saw - hell, just forget I’m even here! Or I'll cut out yer pretty tongue. Ain’t that a deal?"

Automatically you’re pressing your lips together sealing your mouth - and especially your tongue. You’re staring at him in horror with wide eyes. "Let's never talk about this again, aye?"

What joice do you have? Of course you could just agree with Motonari and then tell the warlords about his whereabouts. But you’ve always been a woman which sticks to her word, no matter how bitter this one is. Not entirely sure whether he'll still carry out his threat to cut off your tongue, you're just nodding, while glancing determined up to him.

"Splendid." Motonari’s pushing himself off the wall with a mask of satisfaction on his face, giving you the way free. "Then rush back to yer patrons, ‘lil princess.”

Uncertain you’re blinking towards him. Motonari makes no move to stop you, he’s just waving with his hand in your direction. He really leaves you with just that! Without further thinking, you’re taking to your heels and bolt away. Not that he'll change his mind after all!

After two more alleys, you’re finally reaching the busy and crowded market and try to calm your panicked pounding heart. That was definitely too much excitement for one day! Still, you're grateful for Motonari getting those ruffians off your back. But why does it haf to be Motonari of all people?!

A deal is a deal, you’re thinking to yourself taking one last, deep, nessecary breath. Certainly it won’t mean anything good that Motonari’s currently in Azuchi. You just hope, you won’t regret this deal someday.

With quick steps you’re heading purposefully back to the castle. Even if this idiot surely won’t appreciate it, your silence about that accident was certain to him.

And you are going to take to grave, that you’ve embraced Motonari by that accident, when running into him. Yes, better never even think about this again!

_____

Motonari’s running his white gloved fingers through his hair and grunts in annoyance, after you left. That you’ve recognized him is a great nuisance to him. It’s time to rethink his plans. That would slow things down a lot.

As if he’d actually trust a little princess like you to keep her mouth shut. What stupidity!

Casually he drives his hands on his sides to get rid of the strange feeling from your delicate arms embracing him.

Let's never talk about this again. - Yeah, better let's not.

[coloredgirlfan-fiction01]

- Brahms is totally and completely obsessed with you. You are the only person he cares about and is willing to do just about anything to keep you as his.

- He never leaves your side for more than ten seconds and never allows you to go anywhere or be by yourself, because he knows you'll try to run away again.

- If you really have to leave the house to go grocery shopping it's either him walking very close to you while wearing a hoodie or he'd be trailing very close behind you so you'll know he's there.

- Anyone who tries to talk to you or even brushed against you by accident, best believe Brahms will drag that person into the nearest alleyway and swiftly kill them. He's not bothered being covered in blood while you watch in total horror. It puts the reminder in your mind that he's capable of shedding innocent blood for you.

- He gets very annoyed if not violent when you don't follow the rules he made for you to follow. He rarely puts his hands on you but he doesn't hesitate to trash the house to show how dangerous he can be when you disobey him.

- When you feel that you have a chance of escaping a few things happen depending on how far you get.

1. If you make a run for it from the living room to the front door, Brahms will appear like a shadow and drag you upstairs into his bedroom and lock you in there until you learn your lesson.

2. If your running across the estate to get to the gates, you better not look back or trip because Brahms will be right at your heels behind you. When he gets a grip on you he'll either tackle you to the ground or throw you over his broad shoulder kicking and screaming.

- Brahms definitely has a mommy kink when it comes to you taking care of him. He often uses his little boy voice whenever he wants you do something either sexual or general care. He's quite capable to doing most of the things himself but would rather have you do it.

- He loves to sleep next to you at night (whether you want him to or not) to feel your body pressed against his. There is nothing more satisfying than having his arms tightly wrapped around you while you try to struggle against him. You'd wear yourself out and relax into his arms eventually.

- He LOVES to smell your hair. He buries his face so deep you could feel his hot breath on your scalp. It reminds his of fresh flowers and sunshine, and being that he hardly leaves the house, the smell of your hair is always refreshing.

- He also loves your hands. They're soft, gentle and nothing makes his heart flutter more than feeling your hands in his when he'd force you to sit on the couch to read one of his favourite books.

- Bath time is one of his favourite parts of the day to spend with you. He'd force you to wash him from head to toe and yes that includes between his legs. He doesn't hesitate to voice the absolute pleasure of having your hands all over him.

- Brahms worships the ground you walk on and will do just about anything for you. But don't ever put it in your mind that he wouldn't tie you to the bed by your wrists and ankles, and snuggle up to you to remind you that you can never leave him.

[thelilxcfxiry]

So my theatre nerd and sylki obsessed brain has been drawing SO MANY connections between musical theatre songs and sylki so here, nobody asked for this but i dont care, a sylki musical theatre songs post type thing list? Enjoy (and feel free to add stuff if you happen to come up w any I'll be rly interested to see what you all think)

Also anything in square brackets [] is just me being me and adding some thoughts, not the actual lyrics HAHA

You Matter To Me (Waitress)

Dr Pomatter (Loki):

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes

They've seen things you never quite say, but I hear

Come out of hiding I'm right here beside you

And I'll stay there as long as you'll let me

Because you matter to me [can you just imagine how SWEET because he already said he wants her to be okay its just ONE step away from saying you matter to me cmon]

Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody

You matter to me

I promise you do, you

You matter too

I promise you do, you'll see

You matter to me

Jenna (Sylvie):

All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away

And for the first time, I think I'd consider the stay

You Shine (Carrie)

Tommy (Loki):

If you could see the way that you look to me

I bet that you'd be amazed at the sight

You'd see a heart that's fearless and true

From my point of view, oh you shine

I'm Not That Girl (Wicked)

Elphaba (Sylvie):

Hands touch, eyes meet [ahEm LAMENTIS]

Sudden silence, sudden heat

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

He could be that boy

But I'm not that girl

Don't dream too far

Don't lose sight of who you are [patpat Sylvie]

Don't remember that rush of joy

He could be that boy

I'm not that girl

Ev'ry so often, we long to steal

To the land of what-might-have-been

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in

Don't wish, don't start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

As Long As You're Mine (Wicked)

Fiyero (Loki):

Maybe I'm brainless

Maybe I'm wise

But you've got me seeing

Through different eyes

Somehow I've fallen

Under your spell [she couldn't enchant his mind but she sure enchanted his heart]

And somehow I'm feeling

It's up that I fell

Say there's no future [anTIS]

For us as a pair

And though I may know [and yeah i know they both sing this part in the song but i think it lines up more with loki than sylvie in this case]

I don't care

Just for this moment

As long as you're mine

Come be how you want to [i mean just the thought of him serenading her with any of these songs... He's already dedicated a song to her before 👀]

And see how bright we shine

Borrow the moonlight

Until it is through

And know I'll be here

Holding you

As long as you're mine

Suddenly, Seymour (Little Shop Of Horrors)

Audrey (Sylvie):

Nobody ever treated me kindly

Suddenly, Seymour is standing beside me [just substitute every seymour with loki even the syllables line up HAHA]

He don't give me orders, he don't condescend

Suddenly, Seymour is here to provide me

Sweet understanding, Seymour's my friend

Seymour (Loki):

Tell me this feeling lasts till forever

Tell me the bad times are clean washed away

Audrey (Sylvie):

Please understand that it's still strange and frightening

For losers like I've been it's so hard to say

Our Love Is God (Heathers)

J.D. (overprotective Loki/Sylvie [honestly i think it could go either way for this one]):

They made you cry

But that will end tonight

You are the only thing that's right

About this broken world

Go on and cry

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God

I was alone

I was a frozen lake

But then you melted me awake

See, now I'm crying too

You're not alone

BONUS

Omigod You Guys (Legally Blonde)

Me, looking at anything sylki:

Oh my god, oh my god you guys

If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualifies

Oh my god you guys!

Oh my god, this is happening

Our own homecoming queen and king

Oh my god you guys!

Elle [Sylvie] and Warner [Loki] were meant to be

They're just like that couple from Titanic! [This only gets better when you know Kate Soph and Tom watched Titanic]

Only no one dies [yes HWR is no one]

Oh my god, oh my god you guys

Let's go home before someone [me] cries

If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualifies

'Cause we [I] love you guys