#it makes him sad and angry to think about

[0samue0]

The best example of this, in my opinion, is Supernatural.

For those who don't know: Supernatural was created by Eric Kripke and supposed to be five seasons long. He did get his five seasons but by then the show had become so popular that it was decided to give them a season 6 (which eventually went up to 15) - without Eric Kripke who had already told his story.

The last episode of season 5 was heartbreaking. It was one of the saddest things I had ever watched because it beautifully tied up all the love and tragedy and hope and fear of the previous seasons. They won. And paid an incredibly high price for their victory.

It way truly gut wrenching.

And I was okay with that. Because while one of the brothers ended up in hell, locked up with the prospect of an eternity of torture he did that for his brother and for us. To live. Not just survive, but live.

And thanks to the absolute fantastic storytelling, directing and acting of that episode, both the viewer and the surviving brother could make peace with it and try to live our life to the fullest.

Which was the point when the supposedly dead brother showed up on screen without any and all explanations. Never ever have I been angrier at a plot twist. Certainly not at one that saved a beloved character from a terrible fate.

What followed were 10 years of the brothers being the most codependent idiots we've ever seen on TV. Honestly, I'd say 8 of the 10 following seasons can be summoned up with: Brother A dies, Brother B does something stupid to bring him back, Brother A is pissed at Brother B and swears to never forgive him until Brother B dies and A does something stupid to bring him back. Accompanied by gay pining and much suffering for the angel.

Have you ever wished for your favorite character to die?

I have. Around season 9 I got fed up with Sam being angry at Dean and was waiting for Dean to finally bite it again so that Sam would turn normal again.

Now, that doesn't mean I didn't like season 6-15. I wouldn't have watched them if I didn't enjoy them. I've just always been salty about the wasted ending from season 5.

And then the show's finale came and oh boy was it bad. It was sad too. One of the brothers died again but got the other to promise not to bring him back. And for some reason he actually followed up on that promise.

The problem was that it felt pointless.

Prior to that we lost Castiel, the angel, to his supposedly final death, right after (as all of tumblr probably knows) he had told Dean that he loved him.

And that destroyed Dean. For one episode. All in all the plot ended with the brothers losing everyone they had cared for but each other. They had won but at this point you weren't celebrating the victory, you thought "Ok. What's next?"

The wildest part was, that none of that was in any shape or form important for the last episode. They were happy, enjoying life, eating pie, not working through their emotions at all and dying thanks to sheer carelessness. One of them. He goes to Heaven, everyone and their mothers are there, including the apparently not dead angel.

Do you think they talk to Cas? Or to the kid they had basically adopted? To their mother whom they'd dearly mourned or the father whose shadow they had finally outgrown? Nope.

I mean, thank God it was their actual Dad and not their sperm donor that greeted dead brother and explained all of the above but still. There was no closure. No tying up loose ends, not heartfelt reunion.

Just a drive in the car and a time lapse of the surviving brother's live until he died of old age and showed up in heaven the same age he had been when his brother had died.

The End.

So yeah, the difference between a good ending and a bad ending isn't the "happy". It's the heartfelt.

i hate when ppl act like the only reason to not like a "sad" ending is because you can't take it or whatever. personally as a tragedy enjoyer, i hate a poorly written ending. i hate an ending that is just kind of a bummer. i hate an ending that feels mean-spirited to the audience. i hate an ending that's redundant. i love a sad ending that is thematically consistent, poignant, and bespoke to the rest of its narrative.

[creamecafe]

Can you write the headcannons where the squid games s2 men react to you flinching during a fight please

How Season 2 Squid Game Men Would React To You Flinching During an Argument

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Pairing: Season 2 Squid Game Men x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, angst

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting! To anyone who's going through something like this, please know that you're not alone.

National Domestic Violence Hotline is 800-799-7233. They are open 24/7. Youcan also text too. Please talk to someone and get the help you deserve or possibly help someone. No one, doesn't matter big or small, man or woman deserves to be mistreated or feel like they're in danger in a relationship

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Seong Gi-Hun (Player 456)

Stops arguing with you immediately and realizes what you might think of what he was going to do to you

He knew he changed a lot, but he never thought he would change in ways that would make you scared of him

Reassures you and tells you that he would never even think of hitting you even when he's so upset.

Young-il (Player 001)

Is used to people being intimidated by him, but by you is a different story

Never would want you ever to be afraid of him

Talks to you in a now calmer tone and apologies to you

He holds you close and kisses you, saying that he'll never put his hands on you, or even the thought of doing so would go on his mind

If he only knew of who was responsible for that in the past, he'll kill them

Thanos (Player 230) (I love this GIF of him, ok?)

Is confused at first why you flinch

Then it clicks in his head of why you did so

Were you really thinking that he would hurt you? He thought to himself

Has been hit by his mom before so he understands it all so well

Drops his smart ass, wanting to be right all the time persona and tries to make things with you

Kang Dae-Ho (Player 388)

His heart felt like it broke when he sees you flinching

He thinks you must see him as a monster, just like his dad

Steps back away from you and goes to lock himself away in his room

It seems emotionally immature to do so, but he doesn't want to take a chance to hurt you even if it's a accident

When he calms down, he hugs and cries saying he'll never raise his voice again and he's sorry for ever making you feel afraid of him

Lee Myung-Gi (Player 333)

He knows he has made big mistakes before and tries to fix them

But the action he did towards you, will never leave his mind

He never thought he could be seen as an abuser in a relationship or make you afraid of him

Making you angry or a little sad, he could live with that. But afraid?

It takes all he can to apologize to you without crying, because he doesn't want to lose you or even make you feel like he would put his hands on you

Nam Gyu

Dissociates when he realizes

Takes a few steps back to calm you down

Looks down at his and shakes of the many times you probably had in your mind if he really was going to hurt you

He shakily apologizes to you and his voice trembles that he'll never hurt you and if he does, he doesn't deserve you

Hwang Jun-ho

He's been a police officer long enough to know why you would flinch

He has had calls of domestic abuse/violence especially for women

He drops the argument like nothing and apologizes.

Before hugging you, he would ask you permission

Now he is thinking of whoever made you afraid or flinch, that he'll make them pay

Salesman/Recruiter

His expression is like in the GIF above, shocked for a moment and realizes

He reassures and says to just forget about the argument

Tells you that he would never even think of hitting you. And if he ever does or makes you afraid in any way to leave him right away

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[scientificwitchry]

I love everything about Caleb but the thing I like about him the most is the way he is so obviously delusional. I remember looking back at chapter four, I couldn't stop thinking about it and specifically this line; "... If not for me who else would you turn to for..." He stops his sentence but it's clear that it wasn't until that light passing by that even for a split second, a moment there could be someone we trust more than him. Or even that we wouldn't trust him at all.

I get the same vibe from the showcase of his card, Farspace Bloomfall, specifically this line;

To Caleb, I'm sure that even if he can accept us being angry, acknowledge it he wouldn't be able to ever wrap the mere idea that we could ever completely, entirely hate him (and he's absolutely correct).

After all, we're so close. We grew up together, we probably experienced so many memories, and so many complex emotions. From all the happy moments to all the sad moments. He knows us well, too well. The same way we know our gun, how to aim, how to fire, how to most efficiently deal with a wanderer. Caleb in fact knows us so well he knows exactly how to appeal to us; how to manipulate us, how to make us tick. I don't even doubt there are things about us he knows that even we don't considering the explosion and his following shift in demeanor/character.

Considering that, is it then, not only natural that he's the first person we run to? The one we rely on the most, the one we trust the most?

Is it then not common sense that he's the most obvious option, the only option the same way we've always been for him?

After all, he knows us the best, whether it's as the reliable gege who's always been there to protect us or the Caleb who's always loved us even when we never realized it.

[newkatzkafe2023]

can we see the wukongs reactions to the reader in THE DRESS maybe at a party they were going to and her coming out all shy with her hair and makeup done all pretty in gold and fluffy done hair in heels and the dress " im ready~.. " * wukong dying and them absolutely not even leaving he needs it off NOWWWW *

Ohhhhhhhhh Let's knock them dead.

(Lmk Wukong) He was waiting for you to get dress for date night, he said he would take you to see the fireworks and he's gonna keep his promise. That was until he saw your evening wear and let me tell you, he started drooling like a dog. His face was red, his tail became a Propeller, he was chirping and squeaking and Wolf whistling. He was just malfunctioning so bad and then you go and Shyly ask if he likes the dress, well He'll give you a straight answer once he's done making his own fireworks in your bed.

(HIB Wukong) You know, despite being married to you for CENTURIES, he's mad nervous about date night. Wukong patiently waits for you to get ready to go out, and he said He's totally okay with an indoor date. In case you're uncomfortable, but you insisted on going out with him, so when you told him you were ready to go. Wukong felt his like he developed a brain bleed. You just stood their in that Scandalous get up SHYLY asking if you look ok. Well, I'm sure him ripping that dress off and doing you on the couch is all the compliment you need😉

(MKR Wukong) NOW HEAR ME OUT! he's angry, but he is not for a reason, you think. You made him wait hours in an uncomfortable suit, as you got your hair and makeup done, which really shouldn't take too long but you know woman's stuff. Now when your ready you struts out of your shared bedroom, in that little sexy dress and attractive high heels Nervously asking if you look okay enough to go out. NOW AFTER BUFFERING SO HARD HIS BRAIN BLEW RIGHT OUT OF HIS HEAD!!! he has to take you right back to the bedroom and ripping into you all night long...in other words He loves it just don't let anybody else see you wear it.

(NR Wukong) OH MY GOD I don't think he would even survive long enough to tell you if he likes your dress or not. He's taking you out to the club to kick off the weekend, you decide it was a good time to try out the new dress you bought the other day. So when he got ready and now he's waiting for you, and you came out in your new dress you shyly asked Wukong if he liked it.........Wukong felt himself flatline out of his body. The blood was rushing everywhere at once he's having a nosebleed, a boner, red face, light headedness the whole shebang. I'm also sure him rocking your world so hard the entire house shook, would be a big compliment....well there's always Saturday night.

(Netflix Wukong) You made his heart come right out of his chest with your new dress. Wukong didn't even want to go out tonight but he's doing it anyway as a way to impress you, and the fact that you practically begged him to with your pretty sad eyes. So on the night of the date he waited for you until you finally came out in your dress, and when Wukong looked over his jaw was on the floor. You wore this beautiful dress and let me tell you Wukong Was genuinely feeling bad about looking but at the same time you were so damn hot. You nervously asked him if he liked your new dress, after a long silence he had practically tackled you. Smothering you will kisses and yanking that dress off to get to the sweet spots, well then😏

(BMW Wukong) Well i say you lived a fairly good life, so you have chosen to enter an s*x induced coma which is the most appropriate answer you can get from him. Wukong never liked to leave his mountain for to long, so you decided to go have a picnic by candlelight. Well that was the plan until you came out in that provocative dress looking like your the lady of the night. Well it's gonna be a very good night for hi., You didn't even have to ask him if he likes it, the fact that he spend till sunrise between your legs is all the answers you need.

(Destined one) WOW it is not often for the Destined one to lose his composure his sanity maybe, but not his composure. You asked your husband to go with you to this food festival in the village, and the Destined one was not against it. That was until he saw your dress for the nights activities, his brain melted out of his ears and his "other" staff is up and ready for action. You shyly and innocently asked if he liked it, and well the Destined one was a very different beast that same night in your bedroom.

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[silverynight]

The leotard

Actually, Tanjirou felt really comfortable wearing the outfit Kanroji picked for him. It's a pink leotard, white stockings and a cute yellow ribbon tied around the waist.

It's light and it makes it easier for him to move with the stretching and jumping exercises Kanroji seems to love.

The first time the love hashira sees him with it though she turns so red, Tanjirou worries there's something wrong with the way he put it on.

"It's perfectly fine, Tanjirou," she mumbles, almost dreamily. "It's... I mean, I didn't know how thick your thighs were before!"

"Oh," Tanjirou tilts his head in confusion before looking down at himself. "Well, it's because I do a lot of leg exercises before I start my daily training!"

"Yes, I can see that," she sighs with a happy smile on her lips before cupping her own face with her hands.

Tanjirou has no idea why she looks so flustered.

The rest of the day is a little bit weird, Tanjirou feels that a lot of the slayers are looking at him until Kanroji tells them to stare right ahead while they train. It's a little bit odd because even though she's smiling, she smells irritated when that happens.

But she gets over it soon because she puts them in pairs and she decides to train with Tanjirou herself, which improves her mood a lot.

"You look lovely, Tanjirou! I told Iguro about it!" She giggles, blushing again.

"Thanks!" Tanjirou grins back, happy to be with someone as cheerful as her.

Kanroji looks sad when it's time for Tanjirou to leave, but she gives him a hug, a kiss on the cheek and makes him promise to come back so she can make more pancakes for him.

"Of course!"

"Wait! Take the outfit with you!" She giggles. "It's yours now!"

Tanjirou thanks her from the bottom of his heart and heads to the serpent hashira estate.

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Things get weird again when he arrives; Iguro is waiting for him with an irritated expression on his face, almost murderous, but he actually smells nervous and slightly content.

Tanjirou doesn't understand.

"You probably had a good time with Kanroji!" He hisses, narrowing his eyes. "Well, I'm not as kind as her! So prepare to suffer! But... you'll have to wear the leotard she gave you all the time."

He hesitates a bit after saying that, but Tanjirou thinks he imagined it because he suddenly looks annoyed again.

"Alright!"

When Tanjirou comes back to the training area, wearing the outfit, the first thing Iguro does upon seeing him is to choke.

Then he looks away for a second and clears his throat before explaining the exercise to him.

Tanjirou gets a little bit nervous when he sees a lot of slayers tied to the obstacles and realizes that they have become part of the training room themselves.

They look terrified, which is understandable, but even though they're scared, they seem to notice Tanjirou's outfit.

"If any of you look at him, I'll hit you with this on the face!" Iguro growls, suddenly looking even more pissed than before.

At least he's grabbing a wooden sword at the moment.

The poor slayers close their eyes then; it makes Tanjirou worry even more about them.

The first day of training is brutal, but surprisingly, Tanjirou almost manages to hit Iguro, which shocks him a bit.

Although the serpent hashira informs him that it doesn't count.

"I was distracted!" He hisses, face turning slightly pink. "You shouldn't bend over like that!"

Tanjirou narrows his eyes in confusion. He was just trying to avoid another hit from him; he's not sure why he's so angry about that.

Before leaving, and once Iguro allows everyone to take a break, he tells Tanjirou to change back to his regular uniform.

"Don't wear the outfit unless I'm in the estate, alright?" He snarls, viciously glaring at the other slayers before looking back at Tanjirou.

The redhead nods, wondering why that leotard has become so important for his training.

"Didn't know he was a thirsty bastard," one slayer comments, as soon as Iguro is gone.

"I thought he only liked the love hashira!" Says another, looking particularly amused. "But it seems he also likes redheads!"

Tanjirou's confusion only grows, but he's a little bit busy, trying to take care of his wounds to pay attention to their conversation.

"Can you blame him though?" Another one chuckles and suddenly everyone stares back at Tanjirou again.

"At least we get to bathe with him!"

"Yes!"

"Huh?" Tanjirou blinks in confusion again as another slayers pushes him inside.

When it's time to leave, Iguro tells him he needs to come back after all his training is over and that he must wear the outfit again.

"Oh, alright!" Tanjirou smiles, deciding not to question it. "I'll see you then!"

***

Shinazugawa's training is hell; it's even worse than Iguro's because the wind hashira doesn't give them a break until they pass out on the ground. No wonder why Zenitsu is so terrified of it.

And for some reason, Shinazugawa seems to make it more difficult for Tanjirou than everyone else.

Genya is there too, but the wind hashira ignores him completely. Tanjirou doesn't understand; Kanroji told him before that they were brothers.

"You all are a waste of my time! Useless!"

Just then, as Tanjirou falls on the ground for the fifth time that day, he thinks about the leotard.

"Wait! Can I put on the outfit Kanroji-san gave me?" He asks Shinazugawa, who's eye is twitching now. "Iguro-san thought it was important for my training too and made me wear it!"

Despite looking clearly irritated, the wind hashira nods, mostly because he's curious now.

When Tanjirou comes back wearing the leotard, a lot of things happen at once: Genya turns completely red and falls on the ground, the other slayers keep staring at Tanjirou until Shinazugawa snaps at them and when he finally looks back at the redhead, he freezes, a light blush covering his cheeks before he turns his back on Tanjirou.

"We're done for today. I need to take a cold bath," he grumbles, voice not as loud as usual. "If I find you staring at him again, I'll gouge your fucking eyes out!"

When he leaves, Zenitsu pulls Tanjirou into his arms and starts sobbing over his shoulder.

"You saved us, Tanjirou!" He cries happily. "Please wear this every day!"

"Huh? Why?"

Genya pushes Zenitsu away and hugs Tanjirou against his broad chest, covering him with his arms.

"Sanemi told you not to look at him!" He yells, still as red as a tomato.

Tanjirou is so confused. Maybe he shouldn't wear the leotard again, at least not during Shinazugawa's training.

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[awinterrosesstuff]

Gaara and Naruto bonded because of their struggles as a jinchuriki, their loneliness and similar childhood. Gaara is a mirror to Naruto and vice versa. During the chunin arc, and especially during Naruto and Gaara's fight, Kishimoto draws the parallel on purpose. It's hard to deny his intention. But at the same time, he wants you to know there's a difference between them : Iruka and team 7.

They basically saved him from loneliness and the same fate as Gaara. Without them, Naruto would still have been hateful and angry. They're his first bonds. He remembers different moments with every one of them. And that's the difference with Gaara at this point of this story, Gaara still didn't find someone who shows him another path and makes him feel less lonely. That's role goes to Naruto actually.

And Kishimoto used that parallel again several times when team Kakashi rescues Gaara with Chiyo. Naruto explains why he feels strongly for Gaara and again, he acknowledges Iruka and team 7 as the ones who saved him from loneliness :

Those panels are really telling about their importance in Naruto's life. And there are some fans who will still try to force others characters as his first bonds. And it's so funny, because Kishimoto isn't even subtle.

During the fight with Gaara, Naruto remembers about both Kakashi's and Haku's words about protecting your comrades and precious people. He understands his strength comes from his friends, loving them (something that will stay with him until the very end) and protecting them. And there's he's fighting to protect Sasuke AND Sakura and also remembers Iruka's sacrifice for him.

And that's not the only one actually. The whole fight shows how much he cares about them, how much he's grateful for them, how much he feels happy thanks to them... there's one example.

(Are you not sad by reading "it's okay for me to be alive... to exist." ? Because I am.)

I'm so tired of people trying to twist the manga and claiming that the one who saved him from loneliness is someone else. The manga stated it quite clearly ... from Naruto's POV but also the narrative. Naruto is very aware of his own feelings and what happened to his life. Iruka was canonically the first adult to look after Naruto, shows him kindness and care. The whole debate over who is Naruto's best friend despite it has been very clear since the very beginning is particularly ridiculous. I know many people dislike Naruto's bonds with Sasuke and Sakura (especially Sakura), but what matters at the end of the day is Naruto's opinions and feelings on this front.

Iruka and team 7 are Naruto's first bonds. And by dismissing their bonds, you're kinda dismissing Naruto's character all the same. I mean, it's his POV.

Also, I think the only one who becomes important to Naruto on the same level of Iruka and team 7 is pretty much Jiraiya. Kishimoto once again shows it by different panels and makes Naruto thinking about what Sasuke felt after the Pain arc :

Jiraiya is Naruto's father figure (he's his family). It's quite logical. Naruto spent three years of his life with Jiraiya. And it's very unique to their bond. Plus, it's Jiraiya's death who made Naruto understands Sasuke a bit more. Why ? Because of a loss of a family figure yes, but also because Naruto wanted to avenge his master. Narratively, Jiraiya is very important. His death - weird to say it like that - kinda brings him closer to Sasuke. The one Naruto always wanted to be close to since childhood.

I'm not denying Naruto cares about other people like Shikamaru or Hinata or Kiba or Sai. But the most important people to him in the manga are Iruka, (OG ?) team 7 and obviously Jiraiya. And remember the claim that Naruto can't tell the difference between liking ramen and liking a person ? If anything all those panels prove that claim wrong.

[old-lemon-tree]

Drunk headcanons - boys edition

How the gang acts while drunk.

Based on canon scenes and conversations from the game. The rest is just my interpretation of their characters. I also wanted to get silly with these so forgive my indulgence if someone results OOC. That said, keep in mind some of these characters have severe addictions so their entries won’t be as lighthearted as the rest.

Tldr: I was listening to Arthur’s drunk voicelines and went down a rabbit hole. Come with me.

TW: Alcohol and general drunkness / Alcohol abuse and addiction.

Arthur

He gets LOUD. Louder than the rest. During group outings he’s the one who’s constantly shushed. He will apologize profusely for it.

He will be extra friendly towards strangers. In the same way he will flirt on accident and get incredibly bashful as a result.

A brawl?! Fun! :D

Tries to provide words of wisdom Hosea once told him twelve years ago. Loses track of what he was saying halfway. That doesn’t stop him.

Continues under the cut...

Bill

Gets angry-drunk. Actively searches for fights and provokes strangers.

Will desperately seek company and comradely but act a fool the whole time and end up alone.

Dares you to drink “If you are a real man”

Will confess very deep feelings and secrets and generally open up a lot...if only you could understand a single word he’s slurring with his face pressed against the table.

Charles

The one and only time you can see Charles Smith dance.

Sobers up when is needed. How does he go from half-asleep to fighting three guys is a mystery.

Hugging and seeking out physical contact. Always has a hand on someone’s shoulder. Whether to keep them upright or balance himself that’s not clear.

He actually doesn’t enjoy getting drunk all that much. He will pretend to be drunker than he is to match everyone’s energy.

Dutch

Sleepy drunk. He’s the guy who falls asleep in the saloon with his hat over his face.

Will not show signs until is too late. One second he’s perfectly sober doing a speech, the next he can’t string two words together.

When severely drunk he will be quieter. He gets paranoid about saying the wrong thing.

He usually has game. Now he’s trying to flirt by boasting poetry and being a smartass about it. He’s peeved when for some unfathomable reason it doesn’t work.

Hosea

Liable to wander off

If someone catches him before he can disappear he will bring them along to look at this “nice spot” he saw earlier.

He takes his drunk ramblings extremely seriously so you better listen, he’ll test you about it later.

He will let you go on and on about your problems without ever complaining. Is he listening? Probably not. He’s still thinking about that nice spot. He should take you to see it.

Javier

Tries to hide how drunk he is, but his casual walk isn’t fooling anyone. He’s stumbling a lot.

Same goes for his face. No, Javier that is not a tough look, your left eye is drooping.

His flirt game is on point, though. Either that or working girls can smell how easily he gets swayed into tipping more.

Someone asks him to play a song. He enthusiastically agrees. Proceeds to play a completely different song.

John

Gets into laughing fits that last longer than they should and drag everyone along. Often laughs at his own voice if he talks too much.

He will flirt. Badly. Likely in the back of the saloon making an absolute fool of himself. Two braincells power this man.

Either that or he’s outside, burp-talking to his horse and telling them what a good boy/girl they are.

If you buy him a drink he’ll become your best friend for the night.

Kieran

Try to threaten him, and he will laugh. Is it drunken confidence? Has he always been secretly brave? Or is it that he doesn’t get people’s tone when he’s drunk so he thinks you’re joking?

If you’re sick he’s the one coming to check you’re alright.

He gets incredibly competitive if someone challenges him. Sure, I’ll jump in the lake in January, friend.

Tends to reminisce and talk about his sad childhood. Not sure this will woo the ladies, but they do look at him with the pity reserved to a limping dog.

Lenny

Gets dragged into situations™.

In all his youthful goodwill, he will try to be the sober and responsible one. He is, in fact, neither sober nor responsible.

Likes to pull little pranks. Hides the others glass, switches bottles with empty ones, moves the chairs around.

Where did he go?! LENNY!! (he’s probably with Hosea to see that nice spot he saw ea–)

Micah

Doesn’t like to get drunk around people. If he drinks it’s either way too late at night when everyone’s asleep, or when he’s on guard duty, far away from camp.

He’ll be honest with his opinions and won’t be pleasant about it. More so than usual.

Words? What are those? Grammar? Pffff! He talks like a five years old with whiskey breath and a a sailor’s mouth.

Has the worst hangovers. Waking up in the afternoon with cotton in your ears and a vice around your head kind of hangovers. He will whine about it. Incessantly.

Pearson

When he has one too many he gets sad. If you talk to him he will cry while reminiscing about the navy.

Up until that point, though, he’s the happiest you’ve seen him in days. He will join in every song. He knows SO MANY SONGS.

First to wake up the next day. Hangovers? Never heard of’em.

“Drink some water. Have you had any water? Got water, everybody!”

Sean

Has the unofficial title of drinking games official organizer.

First in line to defend his own if anyone starts something. Someone pushed you? He’s in their face before you. Not particularly effective in fights, but has the attitude and energy of a mongoose.

Will sing. Will ask others to sing. Will insult people if they don’t sing.

Tries to keep everyone's energy up even if he’s seconds from passing out. If he’s still standing he’s not drunk enough.

Swanson

Not a happy drunk or a pleasant sight. Probably the only one nobody is happy seeing with a bottle in hand.

He drinks alone most of the times.

Gets paranoid, aggressive, and accusatory when overly drunk, so the gang rarely lets him leave camp.

He will join into song if the energies around the campfire match. He usually gets overdrunk fairly quickly though.

Uncle

Not different from how he is every other day. He is always drunk.

Although he loves to taunt people he’s rarely mean about it. Unless it’s Micah.

He wants no problem and if anyone starts something that could end up with a brawl he simply walks away.

He can easily predict when anyone’s had one too many and they’re about to throw up. Won’t hold your hair back or nothing, but he will pat your on the back and call you a dumbass.

[rbtlvr]

absolutely o7 as long as you also dont mind me exposing your tags bc i [takes poison damage]

loop isat you make me so ill

[mar3ggiata]

the night of the tarantula - 3

simon riley x oc

tw: migrant smuggling

'It was cruel, but it was necessary.'

'I can't believe this'.

Gaz was walking in circles in front of the interrogation room, his eyes on the ground.

'Nah, I knew something was up with her…' Johnny went on a few minutes, talking about how he never trusted Jude and always thought she was hiding something, or 'full of shit' as he described her. Simon could have sworn they even tried to talk to him, he really couldn't focus. He wasn't so angry now, he felt sadness. He felt defeated. A sergeant figured out Jude was hiding something before he did? He was too busy visiting her at work to notice she was full of shit, like Johnny did? He was too busy listening her yap about university, and following her around on her dog walk. She did that, she was responsible for him not being able to do his job. She went to talk to him, she invited him over for Christmas…

He just couldn't resist.

'Ghost.' His captain brought him back to present time.

'Is that the friend you were talking about?'

He finally saw Salvatore in real life for the fist time. And felt a shiver down his spine. The guy looked like he belonged in a fucking movie. He was walking escorted by two privates, he was tall, he had dark curly hair and his skin was tan. He felt immediate hatred towards him, for being Jude's friend and for being… Well, just very good looking. Something someone like Ghost could just never achieve. He looked like life had always beed easy on him, he looked like luck and good fortune had always fallen into his lap. And Eva too, Eva was pretty, smart and funny and good at everything, it only made sense she surrounded herself with people like Salvo. Thinking about it, he wasn't just jealous of Salvo looked, just impossibly handsome, no. He was jealous he knew Jude, and Alba and he knew about Eva. So she trusted Salvo, at least more than him. She gave herself to him, Eva, her past everything. He was just closer to her than Simon ever was, and will ever be.

When Salvo entered the interrogation room, Eva's eyes shot up in a mixture of panic and distress. It makes Ghost's eyes roll in the back of his head, the way she looked for her friend, or boyfriend at this point. He went to stand in the same spot as before, against the wall. Salvo was signalled to sit in front of the girl. Her lower lip trambled. She murmured something Simon can't comprehend. A camera was set up in front of Eva, behind Salvo's shoulder. Simon stood stoic as Price presses the record button. Laswell is in the room too, in the corner.

'Salvatore you're here to help us talk to your friend Eva, since she refuses to do so by herself' Price asserted. Salvo's round eyes were fixated on Eva's, Simon knew they were communicating in some kind of weird way.

'We need her to understand the plan of action that will be taken against her family and the opposing clan before she makes the decision of working for us or going to prison. Understood?' Salvo nodded. Simon sighed.

The two looked at each other at opposing ends of the table for a few minutes before she spoke. She kept her tone down, her voice hoarse.

'I'm sorry', two words came from her mouth and dissolved in the air between them.

'You're good, everything's fine.' The guy spoke good English. 'Are you okay? Stai bene?'

Simon saw her eyelashes flutter, she took her lower lip in between her teeth. He thought for a moment she was faking it. He saw her cry before, he remembered well. Her eyes looked even more green, her tears like crystals, the skin around her nose and upper lip turning red. She didn't have the right to be upset, she wasn't the victim here. Seeing her bat her eyelashes, catching a glimpse of her hands, how they were trembling in her lap, she was scratching a spot on her nail cuticle, he thought he saw blood. She didn't have the right to be upset.

'Let's keep this in English, please', suggested Price. It was an order.

Eva still looked spaced out when Price spoke again. Her eyes fell from the man in front of her to the table. Simon noticed her nails digging into the skin of her cuticles, ripping pieces of her skin.

'Eva, the plan I'm about to explain was created in collaboration with Italian special forces', Price continued. Her eye twitched. 'I'm gonna tell you which part of the business we're gonna start with. Your mom has been leading one of the largest migrant smuggling operations in history. It actually started back when you were there, nearly ten years ago, so you might remember some details…'

'Do you?' Salvo asked, his voice soft. Eva's head shook from side to side. Liar.

'Well, anyways, I'll explain the routine', Price looked at some papers, to get his information right. 'The Italian coast is where hundreds of thousands of migrants from Marocco, Lybia, Tunisia and Albania have been seeking refuge on, for years. What we're focusing on is something called 'Nigerian Trade'. It's the process Nigerian women go through to make it to Italy.' His captain cleared his voice before continuing. 'Thousands of young women travel every year from Nigeria to Lybia to try escape their country. They take on a debt with the smugglers to fund their trip in search of a better future. They leave behind family and loved ones with the promise to come back and take them away. They usually don't succeed.'

A quick look in the direction of the girl to see if she was following. Her eyes were still low on the table that separated her from her friend. Shame settled in. She knew what the trade was, she knew not many people were aware such terrible things were happening in the south. She knew cause the money made from the Nigerian girls paid for her education. And to think she was gonna be able to escape it all. She was born in that system she was gonna die from the same hand that had fed her and brought her to life. She had constructed an entire career by exploiting other women. Poorer women, uneducated women with pure intentions. What a fucking monster. She finally ripped her last cuticle, making her left pinky finger bleed. She could taste blood in her mouth from biting her lower lip and ripping the skin off it. The captain resumed his story.

'When they come in contact with smugglers in Lybia, they can consider themselves lucky if they make it out of the country. The abuse, the sexual assault… And if they do survive the desert and they don't die at sea, they make it to the Italian coast. They're left to the care of other older women, often from Africa themselves, who will control their earnings and make sure the girls can repay their debt. This is where your mom comes in play isn't it? Eva, would you like to continue?'

It was cruel, but it was necessary. It was cruel but she deserved to say it. She saw it happen growing up and never raised a finger, she saw it happen and took advantage of the situation, it made her sick to her stomach. A memory, stored in the back of her mind, but very much real. She opened her mouth and tried to speak but no words left her lips, her breath shaky. She felt a pressure in her chest, her heart seemed to slow down so much it felt like it wanted to stop.

'Eva, non…' Salvo tried.

'Let her tell it.'

She wet her lips and complied. 'They have to… it's prostitution. They sell themselves. The fees are of…' she pretended to think about it, though she remembers perfectly, '…twenty five, to thirty euros per service, which lasts half an hour.' She stopped. She was maybe 16 when she saw them for the first time. The girls. Her mom took her. Some where her age, some even younger. She didn't have any friends that were black at the time, and the way the girls were treated resembled the internalised racism her country was and is very well known for. 'They have rooms to rent to take clients in.' She resumed, visualising the filthy, cold rooms the girls had to work in. A bed and a sink. Concrete walls.

Price was sick of waiting for her to find the words to explain, so he did. 'They try to pay back the debt of the journey from Nigeria, how much do you recall is to be paid for being illegally transported from there to Italy on a boat that falls apart, after being abused for weeks and risking their lives in the desert and at sea?' His voice was loud and echoed in her ears.

'I - I don't…'

'Eva how much?'

Her brows furrowed in a distressed expression, she had to grab her hands and force them against her legs to shop them from shaking incontrollably. You did this to yourself.

'Seventy thousand.'

'Seventy thousand fucking euros, Eva, that's the debt they have to pay.' Price nodded and crossed his arms against his chest. 'Do they make money from their work?'

Her voice was close to a whisper. 'They make five euros per client, renting a room costs three euros. The rest goes to the women that organise the… deal. The ones in charge of the girls and the rooms.'

'And these older women that count the money and set up the clients, who do they work for?'

She felt her contact lenses burning in her eyes, she squinted to avoid her vision to blur complexity.

'My mom' A whisper.

'Those who deal drugs, have prostitution deals and all sorts of things in the south of Naples pay a fee to…'

Another shaky breath, 'my mom'.

Price's hands pressed to the table, she didn't even realise he got so close. She didn't raise her eyes, but saw his gloved hands spread on the surface of the table. A small voice in her head told her he was gonna hurt her.

'Who's fault is that, if the Nigerian trade is still active? Who benefits from these poor women who are fooled into believing they'll reconnect with their families, that they'll work a honest job and be paid a honest amount? Who benefits from this, who's fault is it?'

He lowered his face to speak close to her ear, the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne made her turn her head slightly and her shoulders hunch. That's when Salvo intervened.

'That's enough, please.' The sergeant stood from his chair, pushing it back with a tad too much force. Simon's back detached from the wall, ready to intervene.

'Sit back down', tried Price, but Laswell stopped him.

'Enough for now, we're done.' The woman stepped foreword. She signalled Salvo to get his friend from her chair. 'We can call her in tomorrow'.

'You're letting her go?' Johnny, standing on his left, argued she would leave the country and had to be taken into custody.

'You haven't charged her with any offence for now, this interrogation is illegal', Salvo argued. He circled the table and placed a hand on Eva's back while she got up.

'Rules don't apply to someone like her'. Johnny's words cut the air like a knife. Even Eva suddenly regained the strength to look up. It was as if guilt, shame and regret left her mind and body all at once. Her eyes weren't blurred by tears anymore, her heart didn't fell heavy, her posture fixed, shoulders back, head high. It was like she was owning it, her past.

'Keen on human rights violations, MacTavish?' She murmured, but everyone heard her.

'Not a word' Laswell stopped them both, her body shielding Eva from the three soldiers against the wall, or rather shielding Johnny from Eva's rage. 'You're under house arrest, Eva, you'll be escorted home and be picked up tomorrow for questioning.' She explained, the girls still looked straight ahead of her. Her and Salvo were allowed out the interrogation room.

'Freak', a whisper from Johnny while she passed the men.

'Maggot', she replied.

Simon's head was spinning. They had been in the room for an hour, there were no windows, the walls felt like they were closing in on him. Countless times he faced interrogations, countless times he was presented with bastards of any kind to take down and never failed. He was never impressed by anything, never scared. Not a single thought through his brain, just orders. Just… justice. This was different, well, cause it was her. Prostitution, migrant smuggling. The way she was shaking in the chair, her hands, her tense shoulders. He wanted to hate her. He needed to despise her so hard he could forget every sweet, sincere thought or feeling he had ever felt towards her. She left the room and she was right, they couldn't keep her in. She left the room angry, with her friend.

He followed her.

He couldn't resist, he craved an answer. He wanted an answer and he felt stupid for feeling pity for her sad eyes, he felt like he could coax her into confessing everything and working with them, he felt like he could scold her for being a liar and a sick, twisted child, like he was once.

He felt like he could change her, fix her. He definitely didn't learn his lesson.

He planned to go after her in the hallway, stop her and ask her why. Why she didn't tell him the truth, why she didn't trust him, why she didn't stop her mother. Why, why him, was it alright with her to keep him from the truth, from her real identity?

He stormed into the hallway only to find her with Salvo, not too far away from the interrogation room. Under the cold, faint neon light coming from the roof, Salvo's arms were around her body. He had one arm around her midsection, another tangled in her hair. She hid her face against his shoulder, she was breathing heavily. Her hands were gripping the soldier's jacket, knuckles white, blood around her nails.

Jealousy grew in his chest like ivy on a stone wall. His vision blurred their surroundings, he lights, the hallway, the walls. It was only her, on his shoulder. He could almost feel it, the pressure of her head on his chest, her small hands gripping his jacket. He could feel it, his hand caressing her hair, trying to calm her erratic breathing, other arm circling her waist, supporting her if she wanted to lay her weigh on him, gently lulling her from side to side.

He was so fixated on that image he didn't register both Eva and Salvo were looking at him. The man, with eyes filled with rage and despise. Protective of the girl. Her, with her face pressed against her friend's body, only her red eyes and furrowed eyebrows visible. The look of pure hatred.

He watched as they walked away together.

notes: I did it! I liked this chapter so much. so long thought, sorry!

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[sweetbunpura]

Blaze

First - Second

"Rolls, you keep all these books, but where's the one you were reading?" Yuu muttered to herself as she looked through the dorm for the book Rollo had asked for.

He was still at S.T.Y.X, having tests run on him by Idia and the others as they tried to learn why Rollo's blot levels weren't going down. The damage Malleus had done to him during his overblot had caused him to be bedridden. Yuu bit her lip as she remembered that Rollo had gone back in for surgery before she had left.

".....Child of Man."

Speaking of the devil, Yuu closed her eyes and sighed through her nose before slowly turning to see Malleus standing behind her in the hallway. The draconic fae didn't have any visible damage on him, outside of the tired look in his eyes, he was relatively unharmed. Yuu felt anger begin to boil in her stomach and she glares at him.

"What?"

"I...I came to apologize-"

"Keep it to yourself then, cause I don't wanna fucking hear it."

He flinched at her harsh words. "Please. I-"

"Draconia, do you know how much damage you did to everyone? And I'm not just talking about NRC, I'm talking about the entire world." Yuu folds her arms. "Locking someone in their dream hurts the person. What we dream about is often times us at our most vulnerable."

Malleus' eyes focused on her. "I..."

"Do you know what Rolls' dream was?"

"...."

"I know you know what it was, you were keeping an eye on everyone's, including mine." Her voice got sharper. "What was it?"

"His brother... he dreamt that his brother was alive."

"And mine?"

"Child of Man-"

"And mine?"

"You were back home and your father was alive." Malleus' hand curled into a fist. "Everything was happening at once! Lilia leaving and you talking about finding a way home! I was going to be alone again!"

Thunder boomed outside causing a green light to flash and illuminating the room. The fae flinched as he stared at the cold look on Yuu's face.

"You'd be alone? So, Sebek and Silver are what? Dead weight? Not there?"

"N-No-"

"But you'd said you'd be alone. Three years you've spent here, Draconia, and not once did you make yourself out to be friendly. You made yourself be aloof and mysterious. You were powerful and untouchable with an air of majesty about you."

"That is not-"

"But it is, right?" She raised her eyebrow. "It was only after you interacted with me did people start seeing you as being approachable. Sure you'll live for far longer than any of us will, but you'll have memories. Even if they hurt, you can look back on them with fondness."

"Then I'll be haunted by them instead." He bared his teeth. "You speak of all the good it brings, but never the hurt that follows. The memories you have of your father, they hurt you, do they not?"

"Of fucking course they do, but you know what else comes with it? Happiness. I'm glad those memories happened, I'm glad I can look back on them despite everything."

"You are not cursed with a long life!"

"And you were blessed with a loving living father!" Yuu snapped. "Lilia may not be your fucking blood, but he loved your ungrateful ass like his own son!" She snarled. "I would give anything to have my dad by my side! For him to see me graduate and grow into the woman he knew I could be!"

"And I gave you that, did I not?"

"That was a imitation, you sack of shit! You, who only thought to save Lilia and me, didn't think to regard the others! Call what you did for what it was, Draconia, it was you being fucking selfish! You fucking spoiled little brat!"

"I'm not a spoiled brat and I am not selfish!" Flames erupted around Malleus. "Such names you call me, but you are equally unable to see what you are! A sad and angry little girl!"

"I know what I am, Draconia, I just don't hide it! You expect me to roll over and accept what you've done!? To welcome you back with open fucking arms? News flash, you piece of shit, I didn't do that with the others and you certainly ain't getting the special treatment for this!"

"And yet you befriended them just like you have me."

"I gave them a second chance because they gave me time to fucking heal and think about what happened." She rolls up her sleeves, showing off the numerous blot scars. "Everyone caused a blot scar. They didn't come at me with a 'woe is me' story. They gave me time and a heartfelt apology. Meanwhile, you come to me after three days and expect me to open my arms up to you."

The flames died down as Malleus looked chestfallen.

"Draconia." Yuu's voice is quiet as she holds up the book Rollo requested. "Rollo is stuck at nearly overblotting, Idia and Ortho can't figure out why, and he's gone in for a 2nd surgery because of the wounds you caused him."

"I-"

"The amount of anger and malice coming off of you overfed his Unique Magic, that's how he was able to take you down. If I lose the man I love, I will personality hunt you down and show you how hard this 'sad and angry little girl' hits."

With that, Yuu shoved her way past Malleus and left Ramshackle. Leaving the young heir there to ruminate on what he had done.

[enesa1196]

Redemption Road

Chapter 13 Revenge

Description: Elara takes revenge sex with Harry. Joel is hurt in this part.

Warnings: unprotected sex, hard rough sex, dirty talk.

Elara came back to Harry's house, her eyes red-rimmed, her face pale. Harry, startled by her sudden return and her distraught appearance, immediately pulled her into a hug. "What happened, Elara?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

She buried her face in his chest, sobs wracking her body. "He...did..." she whispered, "I need you."

Harry held her close, his arms wrapped around her, offering comfort and solace. "It's okay," he murmured, stroking her hair gently. "You don't have to explain. I'm here for you."

Meanwhile, back at his own apartment, Joel sat on the couch, the bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand. He had hurt Elara again. He had lost her, and he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that he might have lost her forever.

He had caused enough pain, and the thought of facing her, of seeing the hurt in her eyes, was unbearable. He took a long swig of whiskey, the burning liquid offering a temporary escape from the pain that consumed him.

He had apologized to Luna, his voice filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Luna," he had said, his voice thick with regret. "I… I don't know what came over me." "Please, go"

Luna, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment, looked at him, her voice cold. "You're a jerk, Joel," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You hurt Elara, and now you're hurting me."

She turned and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Joel, left alone in the apartment, took another long swig of whiskey. He was alone, truly alone, the weight of his guilt and regret pressing down on him like an unbearable burden. He had lost everything – Elara, Luna's trust, and any semblance of peace he had left.

He sank deeper into the couch, the bottle of whiskey his only companion in the darkness, the echoes of Elara's sobs and her angry words ringing in his ears.

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Elara took Harry's hand, her fingers trembling slightly. "Let's go," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

They walked to his bedroom, the silence between them heavy with unspoken emotions. Elara says to him "Fuck me, I need you now."

He turned to face her, his eyes filled with concern. "Elara," he began, his voice gentle, "Don't do this to take revenge on him?"

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness, anger, and a desperate need for comfort. "I… I need you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't make me beg," she whispered, her voice barely audible."

Harry, understanding the unspoken plea in her voice, nodded slowly. "Okay," he said, his voice husky. "I won't."

Harry, sensing her vulnerability, pulled her into his arms. "Don't worry," he murmured, his voice a low caress. "I'm here for you."

He gently guided her towards the bed, his touch gentle, reassuring. Elara, feeling his warmth, felt a sense of calm wash over her.

He gently helped her out of her dress, his movements slow and deliberate. As he watched her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. He knew she was hurting, deeply and profoundly, and he wanted to comfort her, to make her feel safe, to make her forget, even if only for a little while, the pain she was enduring.

Harry, quickly take of his clothes. He sat on the bed.He finally saw her naked and vulnerable, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Come here honey, get on me" he whispered, his voice husky. Elara, her eyes closed, traced the lines of his muscles with her fingertips.

Elara, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement, slowly lowered herself onto him. A low moan escaped her lips as she felt him within her.

Harry gripped her hips, his touch gentle yet firm, guiding her movements. "Eyes on me, girl," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't you dare think about him."

Elara, lost in the moment, obeyed. She looked into his eyes, searching for comfort, for escape.

Harry, feeling her surrender, deepened the kiss, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, exploring every curve of her body. He held her close, his body a shield against the pain and the memories that threatened to consume her.

Elara arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You feel so good."

Harry, feeling her surrender, deepened the kiss, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, exploring every curve of her body. He held her close, his body a shield against the pain and the memories that threatened to consume her.

Meanwhile, across the street, Joel stood at his window, his eyes glued to the Harry's house. He watched as Harry's silhouette moved against the blinds, his heart pounding in his chest.

He imagined Elara beneath him, her body moving in rhythm with his own. He imagined Harry touching her, kissing her, claiming her.

A wave of jealousy and despair washed over him. He felt a primal urge to destroy, to break something, to make the pain stop.

Harry says "Elara," his voice hoarse. "I bet he is watching us?"

Elara, lost in the moment, paused. Then, she remembered Joel's obsession, the way he had watched her from across the street. "Oh god," she breathed, her eyes widening.

Harry, feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline, moved quickly. He lifted her off the bed and carried her towards the table near the window. He opened the curtains.

"Turn around," he whispered, his voice urgent.

Elara, still trembling, obeyed.

He entered her slowly, he put his left hand around her neck, right hand on her clit rubbing it gently..Elara, lost in the moment, gasped, her body arching against his.

Harry,his hands moving slowly, deliberately. He held her close, his body a shield against the pain and the memories that threatened to consume her.

"Elara," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "How did you called him."

She muttered "Daddy" He could hear the pain, the confusion, in her voice. A surge of possessiveness, a need to claim her as his own, washed over him.

He moved faster, harder, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Say it," he demanded, his voice rough. "Say my name."

Elara, lost in the moment, moaned, "Harry… Harry…"

He leaned down, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck. "You are gonna call me sir" he whispered. "Come on say it, louder."

"Sir," she cried, her voice rising in a crescendo. "Fuck me hard…sir"

He felt a surge of power, of control. He had her, body and soul. He had claimed her, made her his.

Elara arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice rising to a crescendo. "Harry..."

She felt a surge of pleasure, a release so intense it took her breath away.

Harry, feeling her climax, gripped her hips tighter, his eyes dark with desire. "I hope so he hears that," he murmured, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

He pulled out, a spurt of fluid landing on her buttocks. He leaned down, kissing her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "That was for him," he whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction.

Elara, breathless and spent, her body trembling. She felt a strange mixture of pleasure and shame, a sense of violation mingled with the lingering afterglow of the encounter.

Joel watched from his window as the curtains in Harry's apartment parted slightly. He saw them. Saw Elara beneath Harry, their bodies entwined.

A wave of pain, so intense it took his breath away, washed over him. He watched, his heart pounding, as Harry moved within her. He saw the way Elara arched her back, heard the moans escape her lips.

He couldn't bear to watch anymore. He stumbled back from the window, his vision blurring. He rushed out of the house, needing to escape the suffocating wave of pain that threatened to consume him.

He found himself at the local bar, the dim light and the murmur of conversations offering a temporary escape from the torment in his mind. He ordered a drink, the icy liquid doing little to numb the pain that gnawed at his insides.

Meanwhile, back at Harry's apartment, Harry gently pulled away from Elara. "I'm going to run you a bath," he said, his voice soft. "Would you like something to drink? Some tea? Wine?"

Elara, still breathless, shook her head. "Just… just be with me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Harry smiled, a tender smile that reached his eyes. "Of course," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of love and concern. He gently lifted her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom, his movements gentle and reassuring.

He knew she was hurting, that the ghosts of her past were still haunting her. But he was there for her, he would be there for her, to offer her comfort, to help her heal.

Thank you for the reading 💜

Chapter 12

[ancha-aus]

Hihi i am back!! :D

Of course i like tragic siblings!!! Have you not seen me biting into the concept of Nightmare and Dream? It is such good drama and relationship dynamics!

okay but I love the idea that Cross is the younger brother. It also is sweet how when the other Knights took him under their wing that Cross really got the chance to experience being a younger brother and getting comfortable with this role. It took time but he realised this was truly safe. Okay sorry getting distracted.

The fact that Nine is older is such a good point! The question is. How much older? I think like at least ten years if not fifteen. Why? Because a 5 year old is too early to see if Nine was a lost cause. By age 10 he may have et some ither people who could influence his views. Then age 15 he is ablost cause. So maybe XGaster would have gotten Ten to control Nine. Only to switch to Ten as focus when Nine is 15 and clearly uninterested in Ten at all.

Nine made an impossible choice and he hates ever consequence it brought. He couldnt give Ten attention as Nine couldnt grow attached. And Ten. Just a kid. Went to the only other option. And Xgaster after seeing how Nine turned out. Decided to use more praise and it worked like a charm. He realised this one. This one he can mold howvmever he wants.

And Nine was so angry!! It was so clearly a trap and stupid! Nine saw his fake behaviour when he was young!! Why couldn't Ten?! (Nine already knew other people. Nine had a look to another way and other options. Xgaster made sure Ten didnt get this. Ten only interacted with Nine and Xgaster himself. No one else.)

God the way it turns. Nine knowing it went from ten just being something to make Nine behave. To Nine just being something to keep around because Ten likes him. Nine hates it and for a long time hates Ten and just plans quicker. ten meanwhile is just confused and sad. Why doens't Nine like him? (Cross makes the mistake of asking XGaster once. XGaster smiles and says that Nine doens't like Ten because Ten isn't good enough/strong enough/smart enough. If Ten works harder Nine will end up liking him.)

hihihi thanks i am proud of my lines ;) But it is the truth. Nine didn't give Ten any other option but XGaster. and while Nine had other options and managed to get something of a support group even before the coup and then fully after the coup. Ten got nothing. Ten never got the chance to even GET other friends. XGaster wouldn't make that mistake again. So Nine looked at Ten wondering why he was so stupid and couldn't just join the coup. meanwhile Ten felt hurt as why would Nine destroy Ten's whole life? Ten knew that Nine hated him but this? He swears he tried his best.

I think Nine breaks when he learns that Ten started working for ANOTHER tyrant. after the others make comments about of course Ten looking for another powerful person to follow. not caring about others. That is when Nine breaks. because he ahd time to shimmer. Realise what his little brother went through, without the support. without ANY help. How Nine just made it worse for him for so long. At every turn. How after the coup nine didn't even bother to help ten get settled or explained or at least ASKED his friends to be gentle and patient with Ten.

He breaks and tells everything. That XGaster did. What they went through. What Ten went through alone. How Nine wasn't a good brother. Even less than that. How he was no better than XGaster. And he just. Lets it all out. All of it.

And as you said. They help Nine through this. But no one. NO ONE. Offers to help search for Ten. Evne when Nine says how worried he is and how much he misses his little brother. No one offers. because they all believe him to be a lost cause. Too indocternated to get out. So while Nine's explanation made the group stop hating Ten. It did make them convinced there was no 'saving' Ten. Nine still wants to see Ten again. To make it up to him. To talk with him. (Nine hates that everyone hails him a hero. All he rememebrs is ten's hurt face. Ten's confused face when no one would tell him what to do. Ten's face full of betrayal when Nine started to guilttrip and manipulate him (Nine had enough time to realise he did that wihtout a second thought) And just. He hates he picked the coup over his brother. Nine is a bad brother... And he just has to live with that fact)

And oof to everything about the way that Nine wanted to reconsile but just didn't have the time! (He did. He was just scared. He didn't know how to go about it because he also couldn't admit what he did was wrong. Because that implies he was WRONG and he can't be wrong! nevermind that Ten got hurt! That was necessary!)

I think Nine and Ten had a LOT of talks about Ten leaving. and each time Nine used manipulation and guilt tripping to get Ten to stay. Ten honestly tried to fit in but he couldn't. Nothing they did was normal to him. No one gave him orders or jobs to complete. Then someone tells him to do what feels good. And Ten just sits on his bed. Surrounded by people who he knows all hate him. Who make it no secret that they hate him. In a kingdom that is no longer a home with a brother who never wanted him... and he realises... This... this doens't feel good. He doens't like this feeling. and then Nine guilt trips him again and Ten realises talking with Nine doesn't feel good. That listening to XGaster never felt good. And... well.. One day... after another argument. He just leaves.

(If you really want to twist the knife in the feels you can have Nine's last words to Ten be something like "For fucks sake! No wonder you were XGaster's favourite! You were too stupid to think for yourself and too unfeeling to even care! Just. I don't know! Go do soemthign useful!" something like that. and Ten.. Ten leaves. Ten just up and leaves.)

Wooh the witch is dead! In this case XGaster!! And I like the name Ritten!! and i don't remember you using it to me? But i am like. TERRIBLE wiht names so lmao. Chances are i forgot :'D

You know... As i am reading this about Nightmare. about the fact his flaw and strength BOTH are layered in protecting his family no matter what? I had the realisation. Nightmare would Never agree to the treaty with Ritten. I think this, all of this. The talks the meetings the discussions? all an excuse that Nightmare is using to let Cross reunite with his family. But when Ngihtmare sees that Cross is uneasy? that Cross doesnt feel comfortable? when nightmare sees these ASSHOLES don't even apologise?! Not once?! Yeah. Nightmare is going to drag this process out for as long as Cross wants to meet with these people. Then. He is going to deny them.

ngihtmare: Why would I sign a treaty with you? I don't trust you with my country. I have seen how you treated my knight and still treat him. They protect me and I protect them. XAsgore: We were young! We made mistakes in the past! Nightmare: I don't care. You hurt him. None of you apologised. Not once. And Even if you do it now I will doubt you did it because you know you own it to him and not just try to get in my good graces. You are banned from my lands. All of you. Leave before I ask my guard to make you leave. XAsgore: please give us a chance! Nightmare: that is the point. I did. I already gave you a chacne because Cross asked me to give you a chance. You ruined it. Leave.

As you said. Nightmare broke generations and centeries long rituals and traditions. He was willing to burn the treaty with Sanctuary for Dust, the only reason he didn't was because dust begged him to not make it a bigger deal and even then Nightmare still made sure to edited the contract. He would NOT let this slide and would not let a treaty happen.

God the rumours. The introduction/knighting ball honouring Cross. And how Nine had hoped that maybe his brother had just settled somewhere. But instead sees that instead his brother spend his time climbing the ranks under some terrible god king thing! and to know the other kngihts were murderers and criminals... Nine just laying in bed. Is that what Ten thought of himself? Is... is that what Nine made him think about himself as? because if we keep nine as like 10 to 15 years older. He had time to really mature. Realise how fucked up everything was. How fucked up Nine's treatment of Ten had been.

And then as time went by Nightmare being a seemingly good king. but Nine is so hesitant to trust it. xGaster had a way with people. he had been charismatic. What if Nightmare is jsut as? And then the meetings. Nightmare being a very young king and maybe Nine for some stupid reason immeidnatly assuming that Ngihtmare is underprepared or underqualified.

And yes!! Lust and Cross scene! Lust is a relatively normal guy with a normal upbringing. He would help Cross so much. Just hold him and reassure Cross that no. That is not how it should have worked. No a parent should never have done those things to you. A brother should never have hurt you like that. (and Yes. Dust DID fry his arm but Cross always saw that as his own fault. He was the one who triggered the magic. But important to note! ONce nightmare had a few talks with Cross. Dust took the time to just sit before his bars. and apologise. Cross had been so shcoked. Dust just calmly explaning that it was never the plan of getting him that hurt. Just enough to capture so their king could talk to him. Cross metnioning it was his fault. Dust shrugggnig and muttering it was his magic so his responsibility. He apologises. Says that if he had known that Cross could do that he would have warned him better of the danger. Cross... cross felt better after that. it confused him but... it felt good? To have someone else take responsibility of something going wrong? To not blame him?) But back to lust. Lust is patient and knows that Cross had a fucked up childhood. Lust is perfectly happy and able to hold Cross and helps him figure stuff out. gentle and so so careful. No hurry. If Cross tells him the story with only one word each day than Lust will be happy to spend each evening wiht him waiting for Cross to feel ready to tell him the next word. Lust is okay with waiting. And that helps Cross so much. the patience to help Cross figure it out. The fact Lust doesn't grow frustrated or annoyed that Cross is slow or dumb. Lust is happy to help him at HIS speed.

I always come swinging!! with the abt of Them Feels!! >:D

The flinch is a dead give away and Killer had alreayd seen the discomfort in Cross's shoulders and had been READY. Then he saw the flinch? He abandoned any sign of ranking or hierarchy and went for full support. Killer supports his youngest brother. and he is happy to have EVERYONE know that. and yes! It wa a way for Killer to say "You are too late. He has found a new and better home." while also showing to Cross that Killer is on his side. That Killer doesn't feel something stupid like ashamed for being on his time. Tha tkiller is PROUD to be on Cross's team. Nine may have been worried abotu nightmare having a silver tongue but it is really killer.

(athe knight drinking nights. The Knight nights :D are so silly but so fitting. these are jsut guys who hang out and drink together and are each other brothers and best friends. They should get to just dirnk and trauma dump to each other :D)

Nine wants to talk to Cross SO badly. He probably tries to guilt-trip him. Like "The least you can do is have a conversation with me after leaving without a note!" and instead of Cross talking to him. all that Nine sees is his little brother flinching away and looking away pained. Cross pulling in on himself and looking so small. Nine has just enough time to see it all and feel deep regret before Killer punches him straight in the face.

For Cross he is right back in the place that he fled to begin with. The hate. The distrust. The disgust. It is all back. He is right back in there and he can't. He needs to be near either of his brothers to still feel like himself. (do they actually look at him like that? Not exactly. Mostly regret and uncertainty. No one is sure how to interact with Cross. becuase... shit... Ten looks so much older now... had... ahd he really been that young? and they just... oh... oh shit...)

And yes!! I think Cross and Dust could really connect wiht this. And Cross getting the lesson wrong is on point for him. But Dust being prepared and correcting him. Making him see the other lesson there is to learn. that relationships need healthy interactions. the rotten metaphor comes up.

Cross snorts: what does it matter? I was broken anyway... Dust: and with focus, time and care you can make something new of broken glass. It is all about being willing to do the work.

Which is when Cross connects the dots. Sure he may have been broken. but with gentle support and care and a lot of work from both him and the people around him. He was able to become who he is today. and Cross is happy as how he is now. He will never be Ten again, but a part of Ten is what makes Cross himself and he is okay wiht it. (the reunion would not be the main focus i think. It is cross truly accepting his past for what it is and not something he can just ignore and act as if it isn't there. That tiny hurt child tried his best. and Cross is allowed to grief for his past and what happened to him. That so many people failed him. It is okay he is sad for that. and he learns to accept that.)

And now quickly about the comment! The thought that Nine gets a crush on Dust?

I think it fits. because if Nine and XUndyne (name pending) see Dust and Cross relax and have fun with the horses? Nine would see someone else care about his brother (sure he knows killer cares but killer is an ass and horror is downright terrifying to be near)

Cross being confused and Dust being patient as he leads him on how to ride his horse and how to move around. Nine and XUndyne realising that Dust is teaching Cross something new. How to sit correctly to let the horse go as fast as it can without hindering it. It is fascinating to see. Maybe practising with Dust leading the horse while Cross just lets the horse run. It is fascinating to see.

(Cross not even trying to get sense into Nine's head. Already convinced Nine wouldn't listen anyway so why even try? He goes with Dust to dust's room for the crystal ball there and they call up geno. one quick convo later. and boom! Reaper and geno show up :D

Nightmare is sligthly confused. because he did tell reaper he wasn't planing on following through witht eh treaty? so why are they here?

Sees Reaper and Geno very obviously flirt with dust and give him gifts and kisses and the slight embarrassement on Dsut.

Ngihtmare: .... some shenenigans happened and I want to know what Error: same.

On that not. It is good that error doens't know. Error FINALLY got dust as future brother in law. and some moron from some backwater country with no basic manners is trying to flirt with his brother?! He is casting fireball. )

Okay i am done! :D

Thinking about Cross' reunion with his brother!!! (New Age AU lore run under the cut lmao-) ( @ancha-aus this is what I was on about a few messages ago!)

So, Ancha mentioned it a while ago, but I agree that Cross and his brother Nine should certainly get to see each other again <3 (this post might involve things I've said before but I have horrid memory soooo my apologies lol-) Note: I'm thinking Nine should be Cross' older brother! It makes sense narratively and also I've got too many older siblings in the Main cast haha-

Cross (Ten at the time) had a strained relationship with his older brother. X-Gaster was their only parent, and created them with the intention of making the perfect super soldiers, men who would obey his every command. Nine was the only one of X-Gaster's previous attempts to survive, and he was very.... maliciously compliant we'll say? Nine was a clever skeleton who would follow his creator's every command, so well that any and all loopholes would be taken advantage of whenever possible. Nine did not like X-Gaster, and he didn't like his rule, and he didn't like how the people were treated.

Of course, he had to make a hard choice when Ten was created. X-Gaster wanted to use Ten as an anchor to hold Nine back from his rebellion. If he had a little sibling to worry about, surely he would be more obedient, right? Well, no. Nine made sure X-Gaster never could use Ten against him by doing his rebellion regardless of how Ten was treated. Did it hurt? Yeah. Did he know he couldn't afford to let Ten get hurt by his connection to him? So badly. He ignored Ten for much of his life, which meant that X-Gaster gave up on using him for leverage, but was also given the chance to craft Ten exactly how he wanted without any of Nine's backlash.

Aka? Ten got manipulated by X-Gaster. Nine broke the rules, and he got punished. Ten did well? He was treated well. It turned out that Ten was his perfect soldier, and Nine was the one he could keep around to keep Ten in check.

And, Ten adored Nine. When they got older, Ten never stopped looking up to Nine, even if he thought Nine was reckless and stupid for being disobedient. He knew Nine had his reasons, and frankly? Nine showing him ANY kindness (helping him patch up wounds after training, leaving treats for him, looking at him kindly, etc.) was better than nothing and far better than X-Gaster. They had a really strange and unhealthy bond, but brotherly nonetheless.

So when they were both older, abd Nine was planning the coup, and he tried to bring Ten to his side? It hurt. It hurt both of them when Ten turned away. Ten never said a word about how it was Nine who asked him to join. He told X-Gaster someone tried, and he denied them, but nothing more. And then when the Coup was in motion and Nine had to face Ten? They both had to do what they thought was best. Ten obeyed, all he's ever known, and Nine finally broke the rules and laid all his cards on the table.

And when they won, when Ten was left without a master, when he'd fought hard against his older brother? When Ten was without direction and looked to Nine, but he couldn't follow Nine because Nine had broken all their rules... Nine was willing to watch out for Ten. There was no more threat of X-Gaster, they could finally live as siblings, but Cross had been too indoctrinated. He was too adamant during the coup. No one else could trust him, they didn't want him around, nothing. So he was honest with Nine and told him he was leaving, in passing, before simply running away.

When the opportunity to reunite arises, it's because Cross' original kingdom wants to be allies. It's been years, Nightmare is hardly 18 or so, and he's been slowly working to bring people together. When the kingdom reaches out, they also ask about Ten, because it's not exactly a secret as to where he eventually ended up. They want to reconnect.

Night is cautious. Cross assures him Nine wouldn't support leaders who weren't doing their best, so an allyship would make sense. Night is more worried for Cross' wellbeing and the threat it might pose to him (physically or emotionally) to face those in his old kingdom. So, they agree that Nightmare would visit with Killer and Dust as his initial party. Cross would stay back with Horror (and Blue + Dream as added back-up as Knights) at the kingdom.

Only after several visits of Night's (and discussing it very heavily with Lust, the other Knights, Night, etc) does he decide he'll go in person. By then he's the only Royal Knight who hasn't gone with Nightmare, and they decide he'll go alongside Killer (Killer could be trusted to keep an eye on both Cross and Night, and as the first Knight it's kinda like a dibs situation to be able to look out for Cross).

And like. I haven't quite fleshed out Nine's personality yet... but I do believe that the moment he meets Nightmare and his men (because Nine became head of the guard in Cross' absence) he's unable to help himself from greeting Cross with a "Ten!" And I think Cross would recoil because, reading his old name is one thing, hearing it said is another. And he's really not sure how to respond.

(This is going to keep sitting in my drafts if I don't post it now, but basically this is just a quick look at my thought process so far for Cross + his Brother lol-)

[antvnger]

Soooooooo since I was only around in the movie for like 30 minutes or so, I missed loads of like actual important information that would’ve been nice to know beforehand.

The short answer rant is this: What. A. Shit show.

Like…like hell, I don’t even know where to start with all of this. It gave me a headache.

Brace yourselves, gang, I’m not holding back.

First of all, apparently sitting down and having an actual conversation about the Accords was a little too much to do for them? Like they started to but nothing came out of it. A stand still. I would think something that big would make them sort through it all until they came to some kind of collective agreement, but I guess not? 🤷🏻‍♂️

Secondly, both sides made mistakes. Big time. Both thought they were doing right, and I definitely get that, but both sides could’ve done better at what they were doing. I guess retrospect’s 20/20 but yeah.

Also, I really can’t stand Ross. Not the clean shaven Ross but the one with the mustache and the high and mighty, sourpuss attitude. Like what a creep.

The real bad guys here? The government.

How the hell did the Avengers just learn about the Accords 3 days before they’re supposed to be ratified? Shouldn’t that have been like breaking news from the moment somebody breathed about it?

And Ross being like “you’ll retire” if the Avengers decide to go against the Accords? As if he could actually do anything about it. I mean, who the hell does this guy think he is? Thanos?

Also what is it with baseball caps and sunglasses as disguises? I know I pulled the same stunt but it wasn’t my idea. I said no and got outvoted.

And look, I think Wanda’s great, but she wasn’t a kid at the time this all went down. I appreciate Cap wanting to protect her since she was like the newbie, but she messed up. That was really bad. I don’t know what she could’ve done to fix it, but maybe at the very least the Avengers could have issued a public apology.

I think Steve has serious Bucky issues and I genuinely don’t understand.

And Vision saying the whole world started having more enhanced since/because Tony said he’s Iron Man is bullshit. Last I checked, and Ant Mun backed me up here, all the big bads that have shown up in our world happened because of things NOT related to Tony! What, just because they called the move Captain America Civil War, they’re gonna make Tony the bad guy or something? Bullshit.

ALSO! When T’Challa was fighting Bucky and the UN chopper just started shooting at them both, thank goodness T’Challa was wearing Vibranium or that would have caused a plethora of other problems. Funny how the Avengers get fingers pointed at them over collateral damage for the sake of the mission when that chopper was literally doing THE SAME THING.

WHY DIDNT STEVE JUST EXPLAIN TO TONY TEN MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE THAT BUCKY WASNT BUCKY AND HAD NO CONTROL WHEN THE WINTER SOLDIER SHIT HAPPENED?!

Oh don’t worry. I’m getting to Siberia, hold your horses.

I’m not really sure on the timeframe here, but I’m think the Accords weren’t actually ratified yet when the whole airport fight happened soooooooo I don’t think Creepy Ross had any real power yet to tell Tony what to do.

I’m not going to touch on the lady who lost her son because I can’t even fathom that kind of grief. And I don’t want to. Ever. And I know grief makes you do things so I don’t know. My heart just hurts for her. I hate Tony got the brunt of that but still.

Speaking of grief making you do things? Zemo. I know who he is now, and I really can’t stand the guy. I hate he lost loved ones, and I hurt for him in that department. But when he decided to go all batshit psycho over it, some sympathy’s lost. Like he went through some hella trouble to make the Avengers unravel.

Siberia…*sigh* Siberia was really hard to watch. Like it was painful. It was…frightening. I almost wish I didn’t watch it. I had an idea what was going to happen because of what Tony shared but to see it for myself…

*sigh* This whole movie is a testament to honesty, trust, and open communication. Or rather what could happen with a lack there of. Ya know, me hearing about the Avengers before I joined them and seeing them on tv for interviews and stuff, I thought they were tight. An actual, close knit team. Maybe a found-family. But sooooooo much could’ve been avoided if they had just acted like that.

If they’d just sat down and talked it over. They could have an arguing match over it all if necessary, hell friends and families do that. If they had really trusted each other and let each other in on things instead of keeping each other out and building up secrets and agendas. Too many bosses and not enough coworkers.

It hurt, Iron Mun. It hurt to watch. Those are my friends and…there were times it felt like I didn’t even recognize them.

And then watching me show up felt so surreal. They got that whole interaction with the rest of “Team Cap” down to a T. I remember being so excited to be called up by one of the OG Avengers, one of my heroes, feeling honored and ready to do more and help people and do what’s right. Make a bigger difference than I already was. But God, I had no idea. I had no fricking clue.

In the end, Civil War was just like any other war. A mess. Both sides made mistakes, everything could’ve been done better, and nobody came out unscathed. In fact, everything ended up worse because of it.

@stxrksarc

[unnonexistence]

hermann thoughts: if i discredit newton and his approach enough, the martial won't give him the equipment for his kaiju drift, and i can protect him from himself. if he despises me for it, so be it. there is little i wouldn't sacrifice to see him safe.

newt thoughts: this is a Best Science competition and i have to Win

[ruporas]

post ep 11

[canisalbus]

It's quite funny having followed you for years and years and knowing Machete as his dark, bloodied, cunning (and always on the edge of getting horribly murdered for his hubris) incarnation, and coming into 2024 and just... yeah he's gay now. Maybe he's even happy. Redemption at last... perhaps he DID get assassinated indeed and all those AUs are just his personal afterlife (does he get to go to Heaven? Seems so!)

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