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Ayesha Liveblogs Mashle S1

"I'm a chic and elegant 75-year-old." Senior Citizen Vibes Goals

Also why's Regro's kid so young, is this a wizard life span thing? Or is this a 'I found you in the woods' kind of thing?

"I couldn't remember if I had to push or pull." "How many years have you lived here?" Hey now, we all forgor sometimes, Regro

"You can't use magic at all, because for some reason you're different. The least I can do is..." Thank you, Exposition Elder

"You're such a good, amenable son." So, I started with dub before I decided I liked Mash's sub voice better, but in English, Regro says, "good, smart son," which is a wild thing to say to someone who just tried to put a door back on sideways

Wonder if the mark on Mash from the intro is makeup. Why not have him do it before going out?? It'd save some trouble

Not a fan of the violent interlude. Bold choice so early

"Ya aimin' for an indirect kiss or something? Ya love me? Are ya pickin' a fight?" Again, I direct you to the English: "What, you want to make out with me? Or are you trying to pick a fight?" which is a much funnier translation. I love localization

Well, say what you will about how little Regro has prepared Mash for society, at least he believes in hands-on parenting:

What I've learned in the past 10 minutes of watching this show is an essential part of the Clark Kent/Teen Hercules formula is that they need to feel friendly and well-meaning. Mash does not have the same, "Oops!! I sincerely want to help," energy. However, I do enjoy that everyone he runs into is absolutely petrified by his vibes

"I can't stay mad at him." Regro said: I'm no disciplinarian

"It's because we aggresively rid ourselves of inferior blood unable to use magic." Why is it always eugen!cs. I am so tired!!!!

I was correct, it WAS an 'I found you in the woods' situation

"Even though we weren't related by blood, even if the entire world denied his existence, I would always be a father to that boy!" At least someone in this society isn't icky

"Can magic be pff'd (away) just like that!" Mash said: RIP to the other guys, I'm literally built different

SCREAM not Mash bumping the Nalcom Pass Magic like a volleyball

"Enroll in magic school and be chosen as [Divine Visionary]. Simply put, if you're selected, that means God accepts you. Which means, society will accept you." We have arrived at the plot. Also, why should anyone believe you, Bradley Coleman, Discrimination Detective and Torture Afficionado

"I want us to be able to live in peace again." [Sobbing] "You're such a good boy. My son." I really do enjoy how much Regro loves his kid. Every couple minutes he's like I Have The World's Best Child

"I made his scar indistinguisable from a real one." Bradley's immediate transition from Evil Guy Who Beats Up Dad to Makeup Artist Acting as Foliage During Exam Prep is incredible. Tell me more

"Claude Lucci!" "This year's seventh best up-and-coming mage!" What, the other six were busy?

"Kindly... stop moving." Not Mash disenchanting his exam paper by asking it nicely

"There's a certain reason I have to keep you away from the goal." Lemon Irvine coming in hot with her not-so-hidden agenda

If the sphinx is the only way we get brown skin in this show, I think that's a hate crime

(That's not what a hate crime is, Michael. Well, I hated it!)

Honestly I'm shocked it took Mash that long to start busting through the maze walls, I thought that'd be his first move

"Professor Lucci asked me to. He told me he would pass me if I got in [Mash's] way. My family is poor, and I desparately wanted to be accepted for their sake." They do love expositional dialogue

I figured Lemon might be a love interest, but wild that she went from sabotage to marriage proposal without a breath

Breaking Lucci's wand is certainly one way to stop him

"Headmaster Wahlberg!" HEADMASTER WHO????

"You never considered that the sphinx might be stronger, or that you may not be able to break the walls." "Well, even if I considered, it still had to be done." Mash is growing on me

"I'm immensely more powerful than you." I give it 3 seconds before Mash decides to cut out the middleman of attacking the magic and instead punch Headmaster Wahlberg directly

Oh, colour me incorrect, he caught it by letting the magic knife go through his hands instead of his dad's doll:

"That is the reason I put emphasis on protecting the weak and regulating the strong. Noblesse Oblige. One's capacity as a powerful being. According to my observations, you are a human being that possesses that capacity." I like this philosophy, Headmaster Wahlberg

This is very Naruto bell-test/chunin exam where the test is more if you are willing to set your own goals and needs aside to prioritize your comrades who may be struggling. It's a good test of character!

HAHAHA Mash clarifying that he would also beat the headmaster up if needed

"God is dead." Mash is me every time I do bad on an exam

"I'm Finn Ames. I'll be rooming with you." I'm guessing this is Divine Visionary Rayne Ames' brother, and Finn seems like social anxiety incarnate

"The dorm pairs up transfers and continuing students together as roommates." That makes sense, in my mind it was just normal that people start Magic High School at 16, but I guess it's helpful to have Magic Elementary/Junior High School

"Finn made sure to not say, 'Let's do our best together.'" Finn said: And they were roommates (not friends)

Based on him having them constantly in the intro, I wonder how many people will think Mash's magical power is generating cream puffs

Why would Mash agree to a broom race knowing that he doesn't have the magic to fly lmao? Is he just going to jump very high?

Update from 1 minute later: He threw the broom and then jumped on it mid-air. Close enough!

"Would you like to be friends with me?" I guess Lloyd Cavill is their in-universe Draco Malfoy

"Because he's the son of a high-ranking member of the Bureau of Magic." Myfatherwillhearaboutthis.jpg

LMAO amazing that Lloyd is trying to bully him but Mash is unbulliable because he's strong enough for every task and too stupid to be emotionally harmed

"But I really am glad. To have a great guy like you for a friend." Mash said: We're friends whether you like it or not, Finn 💝

"I'm getting tired of textbooks. Next, I want you to burn his clothes. Got that, Finn?" Oh no, Lloyd's using Finn for his bullying. That WILL, unfortunately, work

"You called me your friend, but... Still, I did horrible things to you. So I just... I needed to apologize to you. I'm so very sorry." Oh, Finn

"You two and [Lloyd] are of different status. Different social status means different treatment." They really don't bother to hide their prejudice in this world. Vice Principal Farman said: You get expelled because you're poor. Next question

PLEASE I thought Mash might attack the Principal but then I thought, 'No, that'd be too stupid.' Imagine my surprise when I unpaused:

"He didn't seem that open to reason, so I couldn't help it. But really, after one, what's one more?" "That's serial killer logic!" LMAO, WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT, YOU'RE RIGHT

"You can expel me at any time. I can bury you at any time." Now THAT'S serial killer logic

"The Bureau of Magic is this country's highest legal authority." I will not lie to you, every time this comes up, I think of Fairy Tail and how they made Jellal one of the Ten Wizard Saints. It's not a foolproof system LOL

"The Divine Visionaries who lead the Bureau of Magic have a role. That role is to carefully consider what other people desire. That is why I sincerely hope that someday, someone like you will become a Divine Visionary." 1) Maybe make Mash pass an IQ test first, he doesn't know how to open a door 2) Insane thing to say about someone who just beat up and buried a faculty member

"I will handle the Vice Principal and the Bureau of Magic." Headmaster Wahlberg said: I do pick favourites, and I pick you, Mash

"There is one more problem that you will eventually have to face. I but I have faith in you, that you will overcome it." Does this imply the Headmaster knows Mash is magicless?

"Mash was chosen as a player for Duelo, an aerial magic sport using brooms." A classic part of the Wizard Boy's journey

But really: It's a wonder that Warner Brothers hasn't come after this show for IP theft, considering the design of Headmaster Wahlberg, the school, the Duelo Sports Designs. They've even got them wearing the same house colours, for some reason. Whatever the case may be, I don't think Joke Revolting needs any more money, so, that's fine I guess?

PLEASE why did Tom wait until the game started to explain the rules of Duelo to Mash

I was wondering how they were going to solve the no flying issue long enough for Mash to play a sport, and the answer is: Mash jumped and then kicked his legs very, very fast like the world's most peculiar bird. God bless

"Totes sorry for throwing garbage at you." LOL realistic crowd commentary

"He has two marks. I've never seen him before." Does number of marks correlate with magical abilities?

Nobody at this school has a problem with Lance Crown kidnapping three students and trapping them in a bottle right in a classroom with witnesses? Is his daddy also rich LMAO

"If you want it back, come to the forest next to the owl hut." Maybe it's the intro, but I'm convinced that this deranged interaction will end up with Lance and Mash being friends

"And the lines on your mark reveal the amount reveal the amount of magic power you currently have." Thanks for confirming, Tom

"Double line magic users. They exist in this realm at a rate of one in 100,000. They're considered chosen by magic itself." Makes you wonder what's the max amount of lines someone can get on their face

"Don't do it, Mash! He's dangerous!" [Finn yelling, simultaneously] "It's over. My life is going to end!" Tom and Lemon legitimately warning Mash away while Finn just screams in the background that he's going to die. Poor baby

"I wonder if Mash is okay." "I'm worried." [Regro looks up, shocked] "What?" [Bradley, defensively] "No, I'm talking about my profits." Bradley Coleman for that One Bigoted Uncle You Still Have to Maintain A Relationship With

Also also also. Why is Brad still wearing the leotard. Why isn't he working his day job? Several days have passed. Has he quit being a Magical Bigot Cop to hang out in the forest with Regro all day?

"I have to call the police. He's a criminal." LMAO why is Mash's first assumption upon seeing a young girl in Lance's locket that he must be a freak?? Mash said: I can excuse kidnapping, but I draw the line at being a child predator

"I don't have a Lolita complex. I have a sister complex." "And that makes it better?" I gave Lance too much credit. Call the police!

Also, this is NOT a good enough show for me to put up with this weirdness. Meet me in the back alley, behnchod

"Apparently, it's an incurable disease that will strip her of her mark and magical power. The doctor says she has five years at best." I don't know if I like the positioning of magiclessness as a disease, but I guess interesting that being born with magic isn't a guarantee that you'll continue to have it?

"The Bureau of Magic made this rotten system. I'll become a Divine Visionary and make sure to save you!" You see, Lance's disowning his parents and rebelling against the system that makes his sister Anna's magic loss dangerous is a compelling enough story. There was no need for the other stuff. Share those feelings only with a psychiatrist

"Unbelievable. Is he using physical enhancement magic?" This Lance vs. Mash altercation is good for establishing the different kinds of magic. Lance's gravity. That people DO have body magic, even if Mash's is not magic, just Insane Strength

"You don't seem like a bad guy. We shouldn't be fighting." Mash chooses his character judgment purely on Lance NOT dropping his friends off a cliff, and not the whole kidnapping thing

Lance said: I may have overreacted, you are entitled to compensation. He went to the My Dad School of Hey, My Bad, Here's Some Money

"There are three dorms in Easton Magic Academy. Students with corresponding characteristics are assigned to each dorm. Adler. Courage and conviction. Orca. Wisdom and willingness. Lang. Ability and ambition." Ah yes, the famed One Trait to Rule Them All test. They said: We don't need a Hufflepuff

"I did it! I did it, Lance." "Even slackers like you should be able to do this much." [Finn, mentally] "Maybe Lance is really good at taking care of others." The way Lance showed up to Finn and Mash's dorm just to gently bully them into letting him be their Potions tutor. He'd be a great character if not for The Troubles

We interrupt this program to say: Their Potions aprons are SOOO cute. Also I love that they did a silly transition screen with them

"You're completely useless when not fighting, huh?" "Well, yeah." Mash knows his flaws

"Side characters have no right to give me orders, you moron!" Rude Redhead provides meta commentary as his first line

I do think it's funny how Mash and Finn have immediately accepted Lance into their friend group. He didn't apologize. He just started showing up and helping them, and they were like 'yeah, we're accepting strays'

"I, Dot Barrett, is the main character of this world." Do you think the grammar is intentionally off in this sentence LOL?

"I'm going to join the Bureau of Magic and rid this world of hot guys!" 1) Crazy plan, please elaborate. 2) Indirectly, Dot's saying he thinks is Mash is hot

"Hey, Mash. Ignore him. He's one year older than us. And he's infamous for misconduct." Lance said: You can only accept challenges from me, your self-assigned rival, who plays fair, by trapping your friends in a bottle to lure you to the woods

Dot's voice sounded familiar and apparently he is Kaji from Given AND Loid from Spy x Family. He said: I have range. I can play Bisexual Drummer, Anxious Spy Father, AND Annoying

"What's with him? Freaky." "Huh? What'd you just say?" "I was just marvelling at how manly and wonderful you are." I expect the girl showing interest in Dot has been paid for this somehow

"With my magic, I can make anyone even slightly attracted to me fall in love." To be fair, I think Dot just acts that way normally

"I don't want to be involved in anything that's bad." Personally, I think Silva and the girl (whose hair also happens to be silver) are in cahoots

Explosion does seem to be an effective combat form for Dot

Again, I cannot emphasize strongly enough how funny it is that Lance is now Lemon and Finn's comfort person. HE KIDNAPPED AND IMPRISONED YOU ONE EPISODE AGO

"Endure five hits from my magic, and I'll leave that girl alone." Well, if Mash is involved, I bet he can take a punch

I guess Mash did not feel inclined to help Dot LOL

"I know you're under my charm spell, but I didn't think you'd be this desperate." Called it, she's working with Silva

Well, I guess throwing a cream puff in Silva's mouth is one way to shut him up

Also why is there no professor monitoring the clear fight between students during class hours? This school has NO safeguards

"There are different types of magic users. White Mages excel at scholarship and support magic. Red Mages excel at combat. Mash has been facing White Mages so far." [Schmidt from New Girl voice] A White Mage? NO! Typical!

"Triceps Magic: Ballista Knuckle." I wonder how long Mash can give the appearance of magic by just saying Magic before he beats people up

"That makes two." "Huh?" "You're going to endure ten hits, right? Show me how much better you are. You have eight more to go." Alright Mash, I have to admit, that was pretty metal (no pun intended)

"I treat everyone equally," said Mash, as he pile drives his girl opponent into the ground

"Sorry for getting you caught up in all that. Thanks, man." "That's not like you." Mash said: You do not give the vibes of someone capable of an apology, Dot

"The great war for the coins against Lang's elite, the Magia Lupus." LUPUS??? LIKE THE DISEASE? WHAT?

"Touch the unicorn's horn, and through your magic power, it will read your thoughts and ideas to select a dorm that suits you." Not the Sorting Skeleton LMAO

PLEASE I thought the problem was going to be Mash's lack of magic not allowing the Skeleton to read him. Instead, it is Mash only having thoughts of cream puffs so the Sorting Skeleton just has to make up what his vibes could be. Mash is literally, no thoughts, head empty, incarnate

"Perfect education. Overwhelming talent. Noble bloodline. We're collecting coins to create a world free of impurities." I am so tired. Is there any shonen anime that isn't about eugen!cs???? Give me a break!! I have so much to say, and it all amounts to 🖕🖕🖕

Are all those puppets former students??? Does Lang only have like 7 students in it now? Were the parents of these children notified?? This school is terrible

To Regro's credit as a parent, he did try to talk Mash out of wizard school

Bizarre to have a recap episode six episodes into the series LOL

It is interesting to confirm that Mash was keeping Regro in the loop about his school fights but how is it that the school didn't notify Regro that Mash fought an adult man, The Vice Principal, no less

"Do you know why humanity has flourished? Because we tireless pillage, use and devour those weaker than us." That's why capitalism has flourished. Lifespans are GREATLY increased in countries not committing [LOUD FOGHORN NOISE]

I guess Silva proves the puppet transformation isn't permanent

It looks like Serial Pupetter Slyther-Lang has three magic marks?

"I'm going to take him to the nurse's office." "You're giving up your coin?" "No, but I'm prioritizing." "Besides, it doesn't matter how strong you are, I'm not gonna lose." Mash is a sweet boy, after a fashion

I know the fact that Serial Puppetter was tricked by Mash's slight of hand is supposed to be interesting, but it seems so silly that they explained it Humpty Dumpty-montage style with Mash huffing and puffing the coin like the Big Bad Wolf?

"When of us is in trouble, we're all in trouble, huh? Damn that punk." Mash's rescue of Silva has prompted a crisis of conscience

"What do you think you're doing here? And did you change your hairstyle?" Lance said: There's only room for one unhinged friend in Mash and Finn's dorm, and that position is occupied by me

"His face clearly scores above 70th percentile. And being so tall... his difficulty playing the game of life is... Easy Mode." Dot, evaluating all the men you meet by how hot they are is kinda gay, just so you know

"I hate good-lookin' guys to death." Dot has a crush and doesn't know how to deal with it so he's writing Lance a letter that says 'get out of my school'

"What? Always have a gift when you drop by someone else's place. That's common sense." [Finn, internally] "Despite talking and acting like a ruffian, Dot may have a good upbringing? And it's herb tea to boot." I do like this characterization for Dot

"Adler upperclassmen who could stop them are all away for off-campus internships." Aren't they always LOL?

It's v fair that Mash got detention for kicking a staff member

Whoever designed the owls was so on the ball, they're adorable

[Lance, seriously] "Lang guys might come into contact with you, targeting your coin. And I will hut them down." [Mash with a shojo background] "You're worried about me?" Maybe Lance also a crush (on Mash)

"*Help me. I've never swum before in my life." LOL @ the captioned gurgling

OH, LANCE NOT WANTING TO HURT THE OWLS. I want to like him so bad. I wish you weren't a freak 💔

There's more blood in this fight than I thought there would be

"He wasn't attacking me the whole time because he was worried about the owls." Wahhhhhhhhh Lance 😭

"I'll get serious about this," said the Shark with a wand in his fin, fighting a human torpedo who couldn't swim two minutes ago

"I apologize for seeming menacing." The masked Lang member is the only interesting one so far LOL

"Such speed, and with no magic... Then he is the same type as me." See, interesting!

Why does Lance have Mash's dorm robe? He's so involved in Mash

Are Tom and the other students in the hospital wing people who were turned into puppets? Or has another magic stricken them?

"I feel bad for them. Let's take them with us." Please. Why are Lance and Mash the pillars of this friendship group

Perhaps it's because they are the ones bonded by protecting their family and generally being able to deal with a crisis:

"Don't do anything too risky, all right?" [Mash presses Lemon's stuffed toy cream puff to his chest] "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to keep that promise." Maybe Lemon's feelings are reciprocated!

"An arena?" "What is this?" "Are you a little slow?" Yes he is, Dot

"I'm here at Third Fang's request." Is Third Fang the name of a student or another school clique like Magia Lupus?

Dot's reason for fighting this guy being him being hot. He may be the gayest person at this school

Even the background artist knows it. The rainbows are a metaphor:

"Six of death row's most notorious inmates have escaped from Hecatrice." Maybe that's where the other six up-and-coming mages were

"You guys beat Silva the second-year, didn't you?" "Actually, he maybe kind beat the crap outta me." Dot said: Mama didn't raise no liar

"I never said anything about making you step on the marks." [Explodes his opponent's wand on a time bomb] Dot is smarter than he looks

"This punk. Striking an attractive pose, even in defeat... He sure is unwavering. I don't exactly hate that." Dot said: Baddie down 😔💘

I need to describe to you exactly what just happened. Honestly, it makes the most compelling case for their friendship thus far:

[Everyone being sucked into the ground by quicksand pits]: Mash, deadpan, holding a cream puff above his head: Please, save my baby. At least spare this one. Lance, shockingly calm for someone being sucked into quicksand: I assume this means our enemies have no intention of letting us g.... Finn, crying, wrapping his whole body around Dot: I'm sinking! I'm going to sink! Dot [internal monologue]: I think these guys are... even more insane than I am?

"I am the Third Fang of Magia Lupus, Wirth Madl." What a sentence. Also I guess it was neither student nor clique name, it was a position

The individual battle thing is fun, but these names are all crazy. Every name on this show is so silly. Milo Genius, Love Cute, Abyss Razor, it's like a random word generator

"You're unable to use magic, aren't you?" "Th-Th-That's not necessarily t-t-true." LOL Mash never expected anyone to call him on it

"The Crown family is renowned for their gravity magic. You come from a good bloodline. Your talent is wasted." Wirth said: Have you considered ✨being a bigot✨?

Wirth does look a little like a Gojogeto baby. Like Dad #1, he has lil round sunglasses and a spiky hairstyle, and like Dad #2, he has dark hair and a belief in geno—[GUNSHOT NOISE]

"You said people become stronger with a better environment. Based on on your logic, it appears my environment is the superior one." Lance said: I do have house spirit actually

"This is concentrated magical essence, extracted from other students." Gross. Student juice

"So the only one allowed to insult them as flunkies is me." Lance said: Quit dissing my friends

WHAT KIND OF AN ATTACK NAME IS TORTURE POLE, LANCE?

Apparently it is an attack name where the subject is quartered by opposing graviational pulls. Fitting I guess. Lucky he's using it on a mud monster and not a person!

"Do you understand? You are still worthless to me." Bad choice of name for your baby then, Wirth's Dad

"I don't like the way you talk or act. But I respect all the effort you've put in." I think Lance just talk-no-jutsu'd Wirth

Abyss is the first person to be able to get real damage on Mash. They seem to be doing magic, so is it that they have magic tools, or that they meant by being despised by the world that they just look very strange? They do have funky eyes

"How revolting. Your situation is similar to mine, but those ideas... You must've blessed by whoever was around you." Abyss said: I'm gonna make my bad childhood YOUR problem, Mash

"This device drains magic power." That answers an earlier question of what was happening to the students

Mash using being impaled to get a hit in is unexpectedly clever

"The Eye of the Devil temporarily disables the magic of all who fall under its gaze. Magic is everything in this world. Thus, I am a pariah. A target of scorn." Everyone states their motivations outright in this show

"I feel kinda bad now. You can't use that eye on me at all." LMAO @ MASH APOLOGIZING FOR BEING HARD TO ATTACK

[Abyss as Michael Realman voice]: Birth is a curse, and existence, a prison

Mash splitting the floor to force Abyss into a single path. What Mash lacks in thinking, he makes up for in instinct

"My Secondth spell was shattered by ridiculous violence?" Sounds about right

Mash shouting which muscle he's using to attack before doing it seems like adding insult to injury LOL

"I was an affront to God's gift of magic." Everyone seems real religious in magical society

"Lord Abel needed me. Even if it was simply to be a useful tool." Abyss fulfills the Haku archetype (a power feared by people, attempted murder by parents, taken in by someone who needs them, even the ambiguous gender vibes), so I am more sympathetic to their plight

"You're probably right about me being blessed. I can't even begin to put myself in your place. But we could become friends, then..." That's a very sweet way for Mash to end this fight

Abyss can't even trust Mash not to hate him for his eye eventually

"Oh, and I won't change my mind. No matter how much the world loathes your eye. No matter what others say about you because of it. My attitude towards you won't change. That's how Pops raised me. Me, who can't use magic." Mash said: Maybe the real magic is the power of good parenting

Oh!!!! Is Finn's brother (I assume) from the intro finally showing up??

"Hey. Do you like me, or don't ya?" "It's just, I barely know you, so. Right, Finn?" We have finally found someone Dot doesn't find hot

Awwww, Dot stepping in front of Finn to brace for the attack

"Daddy said I can kill any guy who doesn't cherish me." Honestly, a slay for Love's dad!

It is not enough to have the battle, they must also have a 30 minute time limit before Mash gets to face Middle School Medusa

"You seriously give up too easily. But that's gonna be a problem once you get a real friend." "A real friend?" "That's right. Someone who'll honestly get sad or angry on your behalf." I like Dot's sister

(Also, this proves the point they CAN write a normal sibling relationship and simply chose not to. Eep.)

Did Dot just gain another magical mark from the power of friendship?!?!

"Children born with the Warding Cross on their foreheads... Battle demons who unleash their magic power when their emotions cross a certain threshold." WAIT, THE BANDANA WAS A PLOT POINT?

[Stomping on Milo's spine repeatedly] "The most important thing in this world is actions. Not words." Big Brother Rayne is here, but he's more spooky than I expected

Also wild that you can be a Divine Visionary while also being a student. They're letting teens run the government?

Also also. How does no one know that Finn and Rayne are siblings. They all know Lance. Somehow how they don't know that this guy with the exact same half-blond, half-black hair, same gold eyes, and same last name is related?

I'm shocked that we still haven't seen Finn's magic style

"Allow me to apologize for my rudeness," said Rayne, after pelting Mash with a series of magical swords three times without even asking his name

"But without any magic, you're going to have a tough time." [Mash, lying defensively] "But I can use magic." He keeps getting called on it LOL

"Our world has no shortage of problems. For allies, I want people who are strong on their own." Rayne said: We're friends now whether you like it or not. He's uno reversed what Mash did to his brother

"He's probably a good guy." LOL that's about the level of confidence I have in Rayne too, Mash

Mash going from destroying doors because he's confused to doing it because he's angry on Lemon's behalf is character development

"You can't possibly be a better magic user than Rayne, a Divine Visionary." Oh, he isn't!

"They're on the receiving end, yet they take advantage of our kindness. And they selfishly assert their rights. Audacious, is it not?" This is what it feels like talking to Conservatives LOL

"What? A double back somersault at this age?" PLEASE, excessively advanced toddlers is my favourite trope:

"Your way is kinda a problem for me. So I don't think we can be friends." Mash is so polite about it

Using magic to make someone fight themselves is a very evil combat form

"If you break the rules, I will break your friend apart." I said that, and Abel found an immediately more evil way to fight, by using Finn as a puppet and threatening to disassemble him if Mash fights back

"What I am doesn't matter. I need to have you regret lashing out at my friends." Mashhhhhhhhh

"It's true my magic only transforms the exterior which I then puppet, but internally, they remain human." Everything we learn about Abel's magic is deeply horrifying

GKHJDJHKD??? Mash was saved from being a puppet because his spinal reflexes activated when Abel reached for his cream puff??? What kind of fight mechanics

"My mother said it was only by chance that we were born privileged." Abel proving that good parenting isn't enough to turn out well

Abel believing in [LOUD FOGHORN NOISE] because a poor person stabbed his mother is giving that one Liam Neeson racism story (look it up, it's terrible)

KHGGHKGHGKH Abel just casually agreeing to release the students from his magical torture device. Mash does love a civil battle ending

"But since this all for your mom, I guess you're not that terrible a person. I'm slightly relieved by that." I'm still Team Cool Motive, Still Murder

"They're all such fools, aren't they, Mother?" I think Abel has to like them a little by now

HKDHKDHJKD they're not going to explain why Dot's face is inside out???

"Guilty until proven innocent is more expedient." I don't know if I like your political philosophy, Rayne

"I even chose the face of a student here, too." THANK GOD Lance is a real boy he is one of the characters I half-like LOL, it'd be a real bummer in this like medium-at-best show

"I'll be your opponent. The serial killer and cannibalist, Jon Pierre." Now, why on earth?

"They won't stand a chance against him." Rayne does care!

Brad is back in his cop uniform, so I guess he hasn't quit his day job yet

"You don't need to work?" "Time on screen is better than work." "Time on screen is important." LOL Brad and Regro's fourth wall break????

"Where is that handsome punk?" said Dot about Lance, like that was a normal way to refer to your friends

OH NO, CALLING ABYSS HAKU WAS FORESHADOWING:

"He was all alone for the longest time. It was so tough for him to keep living. And that's why I think he was happy that you needed him." It's a little fucked up, but I do think there's some kind of love between Abyss and Abel

Also they've confirmed that Abyss is he/him. Wasn't sure!

"Learn to put yourself in another's position. If you can do that... You will become just a little bit kinder to others." Abel had a REALLY good mother

Dot not getting involved in Mash's fight because he wants to be there to protect Lemon and Finn!! Ohhhh 😭

"The strong take from the weak, and that's their right. And... the weak oppose the strong, and that's also their right." What a quick philosophical turnaround, Abel

"I'm asking what your personal magic is." "Huh... Um. Power." LMAOOOO

"A powerful magical item that reflects any and every spell cast its way!" HAHAHAHA a very funny final battle for Mash

"It's..." "It's..." "It's not magic." EVERYONE LEARNING THIS AT THE SAME TIME HAHAHHA. WHO'S GONNA TELL LANCE

"Y-you mean nothing until now was magic?" "Mash did everything with his body alone?" I guess in a world where everything is magic, being exceptionally powerful without it is the fantasy

If Innocent Zero is looking for Mash, does that mean he's some kind of prophecy baby? His lack of magic means something? One Strong Baby to Rule Them All?

"My name is Cell War." Another randomly generated name. Until this moment, I thought HIS name was Innocent Zero, not his group

Rayne's healing bunny hankerchief was also a plot point. I forgot!

"I give you my thanks, Mash Burnedead. I will make sure to return the favour." Still sounds a little threatening, Abel, but it's a nice thought

Awwwww the way all of Mash's friends are immediately so concerned for his lack of magic putting him in danger. He is a terrible liar:

"Anyway, we've gotta protect Mash's secret so people won't find out." Yeah you do 💗 Also what do we think that chances are that Lance already knows but hasn't said anything about it for like 9 episodes

"I heard everything! A student who can't use magic in our school? That's an outrage. I'm telling the teachers!" They probably should've waited to have this conversation 'til there weren't tons of other students around waking up from their puppet trance

Is this the way the season ends? What a cliffhanger!

Also, This is the first time I've watched the full outro and it is very silly and cute

#mashle #mashle series #there is also a spoiler for the tower of heaven arc of fairytail LOL #also various references to [redacted] potter because it is not so loosely inspired by it #ayesha talks anime #liveblogging #ayesha liveblogs mashle #television #long post

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your-divine-ribs · 10 months ago

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Ice Cold Part 15

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Lyla finds out more about Van’s past 💙

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"I owe you my life Lyla."

Raj's voice was filled with an appreciative kind of awe that made me squirm in my seat. I was uncomfortable enough visiting him as it was, I hated hospitals, but the praise he kept heaping on me just made things worse.

"You'd have done the same for me, any of us would have," I replied. "I just wish I'd not been distracted. As soon as I saw those fake waiters I knew something was wrong. I shouldn't have hesitated."

My mind drifted back to that fateful night in Paris and the note from Van urging me to 'GET OUT NOW'. I was sure if I'd followed that instruction I would have been at Raj's graveside now rather than his hospital bed, but still it didn't seem good enough.

Raj shifted where he lay, groaning and screwing up his face, clutching his bandaged abdomen. "Shit... I think it's time for my pain meds again."

"I'll get a nurse," I offered, rising to my feet. "I should be getting back to the office anyway."

"No!" He said hurriedly. "Don't go yet!"

I hesitated, turned to him, watched an awkward little smile emerge on his lips as he struggled to hide his discomfort. "I was thinking... erm... maybe when I get out of this place... maybe we could... errr... go and grab a drink or something?"

My heart sank as I took in his hopeful expression and I just hoped the small smile that I painted on looked genuine. "Errr... yeah sure... that'd be nice... look I really do need to get back. I'll come and visit again soon."

"I'd like that," I heard him say as I hurriedly turned and made for the exit.

Of course I had no intention on taking Raj up on his offer. He was nice enough, a real gentleman, good-looking and sweet. Someone I was that sure Jen would call 'a real catch', but those qualities didn't interest me. They didn't make my heart race and my mind spin. They didn't make me feel the same way that Van did.

In truth, my visit to Raj wasn't just as a well-meaning friend or colleague, I'd also had an ulterior motive. I wanted to find out who'd he'd been working with on the psychological profiling team. I tried to tell myself that I wanted to delve into Van's past to assist me with bringing him down, but I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I was in so deep now all I could do was tread water and try and keep my head above the surface, the dangerous current threatening to completely sweep me away.

Andrea was a small bird-like woman with sharp features and a serious demeanour, and she looked at me with something between wonder and admiration as I asked her to walk me through Van's psychological profile report.

"We've all been talking about you in this office Lyla," she said, eyes bright. "No one else has spent so much time with Van before and got away with their life. What was he like?"

Exciting... Dangerous... Intoxicating...

I batted the words out of my mind and settled on a very different adjective.

"Terrifying."

I saw Andrea visibly shudder as she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, picking up a thick file and starting to leaf through.

"You know, you're such a good agent," she said, pulling out sheets and photos. "Most field operatives don't care much about profiles and psych reports, they're straight in there all guns blazing, going for glory. They don't realise that getting inside someone's head and knowing how their mind works is key to catching them."

"Well, no matter what they've done, they're still people at the end of the day, right?" I answered.

Andrea narrowed her eyes. "Oh, we don't do this to humanise them. They're monsters... all of them... no matter what they've been through. No... we do this to find their weaknesses. That's how we bring them down."

"Oh..." I looked away quickly, taking a sip of my coffee.

Andrea carried on, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Of course someone like Van... well that's easier said than done. He doesn't appear to have any weaknesses. Tell me... you've been the closest to him... what are your thoughts? Is there anything we can use to get to him?"

Her question caught me off guard and I froze for a moment. Of course Van had a weakness. A very obvious one. And unbeknownst to Andrea she was looking directly at it.

"Errr... no... I don't think he does have any weaknesses that I've seen... but he's just a man right? They're all weak in some way, hey?"

I nudged Andrea gently, grinning, trying for a joke to distract from the serious look on her face as she studied me intently, but it was quite obvious she wasn't the joking type. She simply sighed and turned her attention back to the files, picking up an old dog-eared crime report.

A photo slipped out of the pages and fell in front of me on the desk and I picked it up for a closer inspection. It was a small boy, he couldn't have been any older than five or six. His clothes were crumpled and torn and stained with what looked like dried blood. The pale skin of his face was streaked with it too. The haunted look in his eyes told me that he'd seen horrors no boy of his age should have seen.

"Is this... is this Van?" I stuttered.

I didn't really need to ask. I'd recognise those striking blue-green eyes anywhere. Andrea nodded.

"What happened to him?"

Andrea's expression was grim as she spoke. "This was taken when they found him, he was just six years old. His family were killed... all of them.... and he witnessed it. He'd been left in the house for five days with their bodies when they found him."

"Christ..." I breathed. "How were they killed?"

"Murdered."

The word cut through me like a knife to the heart and an image of my own dead father flashed through my mind's eye.

Andrea wasn't finished with her gruesome tale. "It was brutal, a machete attack apparently. The father was beheaded. It was a gangland style execution."

Nausea rose in me. "Who did it?"

"I'm sure you've heard of Tommy Chappell."

I nodded. Everybody had. An infamous criminal who was notorious for running all of the criminal activity in the North twenty years ago.

"Van's father was a bad man. Really bad. Rotten to the core. He used to work for Tommy, running the drug operations. He got greedy though, he was skimming money off the top, and then of course when he got found out Tommy had to make an example of him."

"What about his mum?"

Andrea had a look of distaste on her face. "She was no better. A junkie and an alcoholic. She should never have had children, those boys were neglected right from the moment they were born. They never really stood a chance."

"Boys?" I said, confused by the plural term.

She sifted through the files again, her fingers alighting on another photo. Van looked even younger here and he was with an older boy.

"Van has a brother?"

"Did," Andrea confirmed. "He was a lot older than Van. Chappell didn't spare him either."

I could picture the horrific scene in my mind, Van as a young child, forced to watch his family members meet their grisly ends. It didn't matter whether they were good or bad people, at that age family were all you had. I shook my head, trying to clear the emotion away that was threatening to surface. I had to be professional.

"So what happened to him... afterwards?"

Andrea pulled a sizeable stack of papers out of the file and placed them into my outstretched hands. "He got taken into care. He was young enough that there were plenty of families who were interested in fostering to start with... well, that was until the problems started."

I stopped sifting through the papers and looked up at Andrea, eager to hear more.

"It became apparent quite quickly that Van wasn't like other six year olds. Something was seriously wrong with him. He was... cruel, destructive, often violent. One family went so far as to say he was evil."

I scoffed disbelievingly. "That's ridiculous! He was six years old! After everything he'd been through it's not surprising he had issues!"

"Naturally," Andrea agreed. "Social care's come a long way in the last twenty years. Unfortunately Van was shipped around a lot at first. Families handed him back because they couldn't cope with him. Eventually they ran out of options, so he stayed in care homes... some of them shall we say... rather disreputable..."

She screwed up her face. She didn't need to elaborate, I'd heard enough horror stories of vulnerable children abused by those who had been trusted to care for them.

Andrea went on. "He became just another product of the system... damaged. It's a textbook classic example really. I mean, not all psychopathic behaviour stems from neglect and abuse, but the majority does. If an infant doesn't receive the love they need to form emotional bonds in the first few years of life they develop what's known as attachment disorder. Believe or not, humans have to be taught how to love!"

She allowed herself a laugh then, but I didn't find any humour in it. The ache in my heart was steadily getting stronger the more I heard.

"But his parents... they must have loved him in their own way!" My voice cracked with an emotion I wasn't expecting.

"The McCanns?" She snorted like I'd said something preposterous. "Like I said the mother was an addict and his father was a violent, abusive man. His brother was brought up in the family business and he was very much his father's son. Van was probably being taught how to load a gun when most little boys were getting their first train set. I don't think that boy ever saw anything even close to love... not even for one day of his life."

I wasn't prepared for the feelings that ripped through me, I almost felt physically winded and my unemotional facade slipped. Andrea's eyes narrowed at me.

"You look a little peaky. Do you want a glass of water?"

"No... errr no I'm fine, honestly. Carry on... please."

Andrea's eyes lingered on me just a fraction too long, and I could feel the guilt rising. I cleared my throat and let my head hang whilst I pretended to study the social services statement.

"There's not much more to tell really...." She lent forward, lowering her voice. "Don't go feeling sorry for him. He's good at what he does because he doesn't feel remorse."

"I don't feel sorry for him!" The words sprang from me forcefully, defensively. "I just know how it feels to lose a parent in such a brutal way... that's all."

"Yes I know all about that," Andrea said. "It's the age-old argument of nature versus nurture isn't it? Are people really born bad or does life just shape them that way? You can put two people through the same experience and they can react in totally different ways. Van chose this life. Your dad was murdered too but look how you turned out."

Yeah, a real upstanding and moral citizen...

"It's hardly the same is it?" I replied, knowing I sounded like I was defending him but not being able to stop myself. "He had nothing. At least I had family... my mum..."

"Like she was such a comfort to you when it happened!" Andrea's sharp and sarcastic tone cut me off and I looked at her, stunned. She looked shocked by the outburst herself, quickly back-tracking.

"Err... I didn't mean... I mean I shouldn't have said that..." She faltered, then put out a hand to rest on my arm which I hastily moved away. "I'm sorry but I read your file, your psych evaluations, your therapy sessions..."

I dropped the files on the desk, rising quickly to my feet, pushing the chair back forcefully across the floor with a screeching sound. "I suggest you do your job and read the criminals' reports, not the staff's!" I hissed.

"But... but I had to! When we had that data breach earlier in the year... all those files got accessed. It wasn't just the assignment files... they got into the personnel files too."

I'd already started to turn, but this statement stopped me in my tracks. I'd not heard of any data breach. "What are you talking about?"

Andrea's face looked stricken, like she'd said something she shouldn't have and had now been caught out. I glared at her, watched her squirm with unease.

"I'm guessing no one told you then..."

I took a step closer, my mind racing. "Told me what?"

She glanced around, uncomfortable, but I wasn't backing down. "Just tell me," I said sharply.

She sighed then, took a breath before the words tumbled out of her. "It was the worst breach we've had. Our network's supposed to have state of the art encryption too, it should be uncrackable, but somehow someone got in. They accessed all sorts, assignments, undercover agent information. It blew some of their covers wide open. Thankfully they managed to get them all out in time... but it could have cost lives. Remember that senior member of staff Eric suddenly leaving? Someone had to be made accountable. At least they didn't access too many of the personnel files..." she trailed off, eyes darting around before coming to rest on me again. "They got into your file though... they accessed the whole lot... everything. It was strange because none of the other agents were affected... it was only yours..."

I'd stopped listening at this point. Thoughts were thundering through my head as I stood motionless, mouth agape.

"Are you alright? I don't think Paul wanted to worry you..."

I ignored her, starting to back away before I quickly whirled around and made for the door, flinging it open. All I could picture in my head was Van, eyes burning into me with intensity whilst he spoke those three words.

"I know you..."

#ice cold #van mccann fanfic #au fanfic #vanfic

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arrivingonthescene · 2 years ago

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most of dora's facts stemming from harry's dream version of her, or jean who's only ever heard harry shitting on her, makes it hard to figure out what she's like. i get that's the point but i'm so curious. would she really think he's a poverty-stricken fuck if they lived in that matchbox with fleeting electricity if she wrote that letter that's so full of infatuation? her parents paid for their life and harry's RCM training but for how long? was she still an arts academic? obviously at some point the last straw on the mountain of straws made it fizzle into nothingness but... idk i can't help but feel the letter & dream-dora stating she fell in love with harry at first sight from how Cool he was, being a form of worship on her part too, an innocent version. "I wanted you to be the rest of my life that day." and along the years that worship tipped over to a detrimental degree on harry's side. and even the dream version of her who spits back the things most likely said durimg arguments, goes from frustration to pity to wistfulness, but what made it sadder to me was how long the phone call can go on for. dream-dora says she moved on so bluntly and lists all the things she dislikes about him, but phone-dora's patience shined through even when harry's saying shitty stuff to her. she could have just hung up immediately and never pick up again the first time he rings her

so going off this, the following are personal headcanons

i imagine she dated harry in an act of rebellion, harry joined the RCM to increase his Cool Factor from high school gym teacher to badass superstar cop (i think the game says she pushed him towards it but i view this via harry-lens where she is a God who caused everything) and along the way as he deteriorated it brcame kind of sunk-cost. along the way she became pregnant, and maybe when the old harry shimmered through she thought they could make it work, but reality hit and she terminated it. i honestly feel like she'd do so alone. and now i wonder if she had any friends or if dating harry made her isolated. did anyone support her leaving him? i'd imagine her parents were thrilled to hear it.

from how open harry is about his thought processes, and how painful it is to him to hear dream-dora demean them, i felt that real-dora could have apreciated them during their good days. i imagine anyone harry knows that intimately who also supports all his voices and brain compartmentalization can easily become someone he worships because of how rare that'd be for him. because how else would he be with her for that long if she hated those parts of him right off the bat? like, all these acts of humanity made him raise her higher and higher until she reached a status she could never act out, she is not perfect, she's just a person, she is a person i'm suddenly so interested in. during harry's fledgeling RCM days i bet she asked tk hear how mr. law brought justice but it quickly became apparent that, not only were the tales depressing, he was throwing himself into work so hard. married to the job. dora having to sell her collected art pieces to get by. and one day harry asks to sell one that's extremely precious to her and that's when she put her foot down and asked her parents for assistance. maybe it was a figurine. time went on as RCM life consumed him, and harry forgot what made dora tick but he never forgets the fact that she loves figurines

more tame but, harry having art cop as one of his copotypes, what if he picked up that notion to impress her? i don't know if she'd teach him art critique herself but like. so much of harry's personality is bending himself every which way to impress someone. i mean i can kind of see how that'd be an addicting person to date knowing he and dora broke up and got back together before. tripping over himself a hundred million times to impress her or win her back. i know for a fact the 'i have a vast soul' thoughts harry can express are him internalizing things she said about him

it could have been easy for the writing to demonize her but it was so apparent that it's harry's twisted view. god the writing of this game. picking out parts of who dora is from inside harry's imprints in the world.

#text #dora ingerlund #this is written for a dora perspective im aware of my wording when it comes to harry Sounding like that but i cant condense shit

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fizzingwizard · 2 years ago

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weird (tmi warning)

so I often bitch about how much I hate shaving. well, when I was a teen, living at home with my parents, and didn't have a boyfriend, and wasn't going out, I used to go without shaving my legs whenever I could. usually thats because I was wearing long pants most of the time, but in the summer i might be wearing shorts only at home, where only family members would see me.

all I was trying to do was not shave because I hated it so much and got such awful razor burn, and also I was like still a kid and had a very limited income from my part time job, which I was saving to go to Japan. so i didn't spend on random products to help with shaving that I didn't even know whether or not they'd work. I just didn't want to be itchy all the time, and I thought my family, at least, wouldn't mind me being a little hairy. I mean my mom shaved but not everywhere >_> and my dad being a man of course didn't but also he very often walked around completely naked except for his briefs. was it really ridiculous of me to think that if my dad could strut around the house in his underwear no problemo, i could be a little hairy sometimes?

anyway on my last phone call with my dad, I don't remember how we got on the topic but I mentioned shaving and my dad was shocked to find out that I shave regularly. I was like yeah dad I've been doing it since I was thirteen. "but you didn't all the time" "no dad because shaving sucks and if no one was gonna see me i didn't do it" and he said "I thought you were doing that rebellious European feminist thing, you know, they like to go full body har"

9_9

I'm unreasonably annoyed by the this x'D for like twenty years my dad has thought I express my feminism through refusing to shave. (a position btw he doesn't respect) never did it occur to him to ask me. or that shaving just sucks. this is doubly funny bc when my mom taught me how to shave (remember I was 13) she told me to use my dad's razor. (which is probably pretty weird but thats what happened) and then I just... never had my own razor x'D until I went to college. so i was shaving with my dad's razor all through my teen years, and my dad still didn't think I was shaving??? he thought i was intentionally choosing to look like a yeti, at like fifteen, because I was such a radical feminist. that is hilarious because if anything describes me at fifteen, it'd be conservative. I was still pretty entrenched in evangelical christianity back then. and i'd been taught by church, and specifically by my dad, that feminism was just whiny and full of lies. if he said he thought i was being a European feminist lol when I was like twenty-five, that'd be different, but at fifteen? bahahaha.

and then more recently. i don't remember what it was but some video on youtube I think, someone was talking about rejecting make-up as a form of feminism, resisting the patriarchy and all that. and of course I know about that, same as I do know about women who choose not to shave for feminist reasons. but because of the conversation with my dad I'm now wondering. are people looking at me and thinking she doesn't wear makeup because she's an extreme feminist? she goes to protests and flashes her boobs while shrieking into a megaphone? looooool. I don't wear makeup because I hate the feeling of having stuff caked on my face, I hate having to take it off, I hate having to pay for it, I hate having to try a hundred different brands just to find something that kind of occasionally works on me. I'm fine with my face. It's not an amazingly beautiful face. but it's mine. i have no problems with it. other people might but i'm not being some super feminist by not caring about it, i just don't actually care.

that being said I am feminist and will defend anyone's right to shave or not shave, wear makeup or not wear makeup. just like maybe ask people before you leap to conclusions. its so weird that everything i do has to be some kind of statement. i just don't like wearing makeup or shaving, that is it, there's no deeper meaning to it lmao

#personal

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sunsburns · 8 months ago

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the great gig in the sky

pairing: eric (a quiet place: day one) x reader

summary: you had come to the library with only one thing in mind; to finish your final paper for class. but then there's this cute forgein lawyer asking you for help finding a book, and you think you're hitting it off with this guy but then the next thing you know, the world is ending.

—or: the world ends when you least expect it

word count: 2.3k+

contains: fluff (at first), angst, horror implications, alien invasion, the-end-of-the-world kind of scenario, blood, graphic gore & violence, mentions of death, death, a lot of angst lol

author’s note: one thing about me is that i love a good old angsty apocalyptic fic (this is coming from my wattpad days and my stranger things fics on there). i wanted to see if i still had the hang of writing horror and i think i've still got it! just a bit out of practice i guess. but anyway, this fic is for the small quiet place fandom! i see you guys! enjoyy

DAY ONE

The library is one of the few places in New York City where you can find a semblance of peace. In a city that never slept, with its constant cacophony of sounds and vibrant atmosphere, the library offers a stark contrast. It’s a sanctuary where time seems to slow, where the world is reduced to the soft rustling of pages, the gentle thuds of footsteps on hardwood floors, and the muted whispers between friends and peers, occasionally punctuated by the sharp "shh!" from the librarian.

You lean back in your chair, your laptop open in front of you with a half-finished report on the screen. Textbooks lay scattered across the table, pages open to the sections that cover your syllabus. You remove your glasses and rub your temples, tilting your head back to gaze at the grand ceiling of the library.

The smell of aged wood and parchment fills the air, a comforting scent that evokes a sense of calm. The high ceilings elevate the space, easing the claustrophobia you often feel in your cramped dorm room or crowded cafes.

Sunlight streams through the tall, arched Victorian-style windows, casting warm, golden beams that chase away the usual aura of stress associated with studying.

After about an hour with your earphones in, a movement in your peripheral vision catches your attention. You jump slightly and glance up from your book to meet a pair of warm, brown eyes. The man standing before you looks a bit anxious, shuffling his feet nervously.

You take out an earphone and look at him questioningly, recognizing him vaguely from one of your classes.

"Hi, uh, sorry," he whispers just loud enough for you to hear, "Do you know where the Crimes and Investigations section is? I tried asking the librarian, but I think she hates me."

His accent, foreign and charming, catches your ear, and you find his awkward smile endearing. He stands in front of your wooden desk, slouching slightly to your level. Up close, you notice the faint stubble on his face and the soft, dark brown of his eyes, reminiscent of oak bark.

"Yeah, it's in the west wing, I think," you whisper back, offering a friendly smile. His curly brown hair is slightly messy, likely tousled by the wind outside.

"Uh," he hesitates, "What wing are we at exactly?"

He looks genuinely clueless and anxious, his brown suit neatly pressed, and his blue tie impeccably straight, giving him a professional yet approachable appearance.

"We're actually at the center court, but I can show you where it is if you’d like?" you offer, feeling an unexpected blush creep up your cheeks. You silently chide yourself; you really need to go out more. You wonder briefly if your friends are still planning on heading to a club this weekend.

A look of relief washes over his face, making him grin. "That'd be really great."

You shut your laptop and stand up.

"Are you okay with leaving your things?" he asks, moving around the table to stand next to you.

You snort, "Please, I doubt there are people in the library with a knack for stealing things. One thing New Yorkers won't steal are books."

"I don't know, I heard college books are getting pretty expensive these days," he says, a hint of humour in his voice that makes you smile.

"Come on, I'll show you," you say, motioning for him to follow you.

As you lead the way toward the other side of the large library, you head toward the tall bookshelves that stand like dominoes. Through the muffling of the windows, you can hear the distant wail of sirens from ambulances and fire trucks, the honking of cars—sounds of the city that usually blend into the background but seem more persistent today.

"You're a lawyer?" you ask, making conversation as you walk.

"Working on it," he replies. "I'm still attending school. I think you're in one of my psych classes, though."

You beam, realizing that was where you remember him from. "Yes, I remember now. Are you taking it as an elective or something?"

"Yeah, sure, something like that."

"And how's American going for you?"

"Not what I imagined, honestly," he admits with a pout. "Don't get me wrong, the teachers are great and all but—"

"The students suck ass, right?" you interject with a smirk. "Yeah, we're pieces of shit here in the States."

He laughs, a rich sound that makes your stomach flutter. "No, I wouldn't say that. I mean, you seem pretty nice."

You feel your face heat up at the compliment, your heart racing. You want to smack yourself with a book; all this guy did was call you nice, and here you are blushing.

You slow down as you approach the section, walking between two bookshelves. There aren't many people in this area, but the sunlight glows into the space through the massive windows, illuminating the lined books. Some are old and dust-covered, inviting you to run your fingers along their spines, the dust clearing off and leaving a grey stain on your finger.

"Anyway, you have a specific book you're looking for?" you inquire.

He opens his mouth to answer, probably something smart and a book you've never heard of before, but your saving grace is the sudden rush of footsteps. People in the library are clamouring toward the windows, the usual calm shattered by a sense of urgency.

Someone runs between the both of you, knocking against your shoulder and making you stumble. You trip over your own feet until the guy in front of you reaches out, his hands steadying you. You thank him briefly before turning to the person who ran into you, "Hey, watch it—"

"Look!"

He's pointing at the window.

You both notice the uproar of people crowding closer, drawn by an unusual sight. From the window, you see that the world outside has nearly come to a halt. Cars are pulled over haphazardly, their doors flung open, and drivers and passengers alike are standing on the sidewalks, staring upwards. Street vendors have abandoned their carts, and pedestrians are frozen mid-stride, all eyes turned to the sky.

You rush to the window and press your hands against the cool glass, gazing out in disbelief. The sky is filled with what looks like falling stars, bright and burning, hundreds of them streaking through the atmosphere with alarming speed. Their fiery trails paint the sky with a chaotic tapestry of light and smoke, plummeting fast into the islands of New York.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, the vibration startling you. The piercing sound of the emergency broadcast alert follows, echoing through the library. Your heart sinks into your stomach as you see one of the falling stars crash into a building just blocks away.

The impact sends up a plume of fire and debris, leaving a fiery trail of destruction in its wake. You watch in horror as the building crumbles, a section collapsing in on itself, and the surrounding area is engulfed in flames.

You jump back from the window, stumbling as you try to process what you’re seeing. The people outside are no longer standing still. Panic has set in. They're running, shouting, seeking shelter wherever they can find it.

As you turn, you crash into the arms of the guy from earlier. His face is ashen, all colour drained as he stares out the window in terror. His eyes are wide, reflecting the fiery spectacle outside. You can see the muscles in his jaw clench as he struggles to comprehend the magnitude of what’s happening.

You move around him, your movements hurried and unsteady. Your mind races, a single thought cutting through the fog of fear: get the hell out of here and go home.

Your breaths come in short, panicked gasps. Around you, the library descends into chaos. People scream, their voices a cacophony of terror. The building is now a hive of frantic energy as others rush inside, seeking refuge from the outside.

The ground beneath your feet trembles violently, the walls groaning under the strain. The windows shatter with explosive force, glass shards spraying like deadly confetti.

You instinctively hold your hands over your head, ducking as one of the fiery objects crashes into the building with a deafening roar. The impact throws you off your feet, the world tilting crazily. Bookshelves topple like dominoes, their heavy wooden frames crashing to the ground and sending a shower of books and debris into the air.

You're thrown to the ground, landing hard. Pain explodes through your body, sharp and unrelenting. Your vision blurs, dark spots dancing at the edges of your sight. The air is thick with dust and smoke, choking you, making each breath a struggle. You cough violently, the acrid taste of ash filling your mouth.

You try to move, but every attempt sends a new wave of pain shooting through your limbs. The world around you starts to fade, the edges of your consciousness fraying as darkness creeps in. Just before you succumb, the last thing you hear is the distant, terrifying roar of something monstrous.

When you come to, the library is unrecognizable. The once grand ceiling is partially collapsed, with jagged pieces of wood and plaster hanging precariously above. The air is heavy with the smell of burning paper and wood, a thick, suffocating haze. Your head throbs with a relentless, pounding pain, and as you push yourself up, a horrifying sight meets your eyes.

Few mangled bodies lie around you, some partially buried under rubble, others sprawled in unnatural positions. Blood soaks into ash, coating whatever it touches. Panic surges through you, a cold, paralyzing fear that grips your heart and refuses to let go. Your breaths come in short, ragged gasps, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a physical force.

You hear someone scream, a desperate cry for a name, a beloved perhaps. The voice cuts through the smoke and chaos, filled with raw agony and fear. He's shouting, coughing through the thick, acrid air, tripping over his own feet in his frantic search. There's an open wound on his head, a deep gash that dribbles blood down his face, mingling with the dirt and sweat.

"Amy," he sobs, "Amy," he spots you sitting in the rubble and hurries towards you. "Help me—help me find—"

It comes in fast, a blur in the shadows that moves with terrifying speed. Before he can finish his sentence, it's upon him, dragging him away with a ferocity that leaves you frozen in place.

You jump, a silent scream stuck in the back of your throat as you watch the horror unfold. You're trembling, unable to see the creature clearly but acutely aware of the sounds—bones snapping, the dreadful crunching, and the sickening drip of blood hitting the ground.

Tears well up in your eyes, and a cry almost escapes your lips before a hand suddenly clamps over your mouth, stifling your instinctive scream.

It's the guy from before, his face now smeared with dirt, his eyes wide with terror. He holds his finger to his lips, a silent plea for you to stay quiet.

You can feel his hand trembling against your skin, his heavy breaths and anxious pants betraying his own fear.

When you finally calm down, you can sense his fear is even greater than your own. He slowly removes his hand, his eyes searching yours for understanding. Despite the terror, you feel a surge of determination. You nod at him, too terrified to speak.

He helps you to your feet, his grip firm but gentle, and guides you underneath a heavy, wooden table similar to the one you were sitting on earlier. The table's legs are sturdy, and it offers some measure of protection

Your eyes, blurred with tears and the strain of fear, lock with his. The dim light from a nearby, flickering emergency lantern casts deep shadows across his face, revealing the sheer magnitude of his terror. His expression reflects a fear that seems almost palpable, magnifying your own sense of dread.

Despite his visible fear, there’s an unwavering loyalty in his gaze while he presses his hands to a wound on your leg you haven't noticed until then.

You open your mouth, a silent gasp escaping as you instinctively want to speak. However, you remember the perilous situation and close it again, forcing yourself to remain silent. Your trembling hands fumble in your pockets, retrieving your phone.

The screen is cracked and spiderwebbed, but it still lights up, its soft glow a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness of the library. With a shaky breath, you type a message, each keystroke feeling like a thunderclap in the stillness.

You press the phone towards him, the words “What’s your name?” barely visible through your shaking hands.

He takes the phone from you with deliberate slowness, his movements calculated to avoid making any noise that might betray your hiding spot. Every creak of the wooden floorboards and distant, muffled noises from the library only heighten your anxiety.

The silence around you is almost tangible, filled with the collective holding of breaths from other hidden survivors. They are scattered throughout the library, huddled in various corners, doing their utmost to stay hidden and silent.

The fear of being discovered is a constant, oppressive presence, and no one knows how long they will need to remain in hiding—whether until help arrives or until they are discovered by the monsters stalking within the shadows.

He studies the screen briefly, his eyes flicking between the shattered glass and the message, before handing the phone back to you. The single word “Eric” is typed in, but the simple introduction does little to ease the tension.

The sincerity in his eyes is clear, though his own are brimming with tears that begin to trail down his cheeks silently.

You type your own name quickly and show it to him, your fingers trembling as you tap out the letters.

The strained smile he offers is far from comforting, and his tears make yours burn at your skin. The library remains eerily quiet, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of shifting survivors and the distant, ominous sounds of the monsters prowling outside.

That's when you realized, you were going to die here.

#it is 2:30 in the morning #i hope this reaches the right audience #eric a quiet place day one #eric a quiet place #joseph quinn #a quiet place day one #joseph quinn fandom #joseph quinn x reader #eric x reader #eric x you #eric a quiet place x reader #eric a quiet place day one x you #eric a quiet place x you #a quiet place #eric aqpdo #eric aqpdo x reader #eric aqpdo x you #faye’s writing ✧˖*°࿐#faye’s writing ⭑.ᐟ

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beevean · 1 year ago

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I don't hate it either. It's just that I feel that the manga tries to paint Hector as an edgy, angsty anti-hero, so flawed that the dude hesitates to save Rosaly's life which is fucked up, but it doesn't fully commit like it could

Hector constantly denigrates himself for who he is, a cursed creature that might or might not be human, and yes this is tragic and a symptom of the abuse and brainwashing he went through... but he doesn't really mention what he has done, even though he admits to himself that he used to be happy to serve Dracula. Dude has killed people to the point that he got sick of it, surely that would come up in his angst?

Rosaly can easily tell him "no, you're human, you're a wonderful person" if the issue is just Hector's self-perceived nature. Trying to reconcile the kind man she has known with his past as the Devil's servant, that'd be trickier and more interesting.

And the demons setting fire on his house makes Hector a more innocent victim than if he had done the deed himself, which IMO is unnecessary because I already feel bad for him, kid got told by his mom that he shouldn't be born 😭 let him commit one murder, as a treat 😭 (/jk but not too much)

It's not a writing flaw per se, the story and the character work perfectly fine, it's just my personal preference. Hector is meant to be an anti-hero in an ensemble of flawed but fully heroic protagonists. By all means, explore this cool concept!

Also it's funny that you mention the demons part because to me, that is one of the many, many things from Hector's story taken straight from Berserk lmao. A cursed child thought to bring bad luck and abused because of it? Demons being attracted to him and tormenting him? That's literally Guts.

And Guts did some fucked up shit alright. The Beast of Darkness was born because Guts, at his lowest point, resorted to killing children in his quest to kill one girl turned Apostle. He felt horrible about it, and the demons that want to eat him preyed on his self-loathing.

Now I'm perfectly alright with Hector not being as... a lot... as our Guts here, obviously he wouldn't go around slicing kids in half. But I guess this is why I'm so intrigued, in a way, to explore Hector's worst points of his life, what kind of atrocities he'd commit and how he'd regret them.

(and yeah, demons have been following Guts since he was branded for sacrifice, while apparently Hector was like this since birth. That's a different kind of being fucked up. Between this and Isaac being born from dark sorcerers, I'd also love if the series explored more how black magic works in its setting)

But yeah, what you said <3 I like the idea of Hector being perfectly fine with violent revenge as long as it's focused. And I also love how, despite being angry and emotional for everything that happens to him, he always has the necessary self-awareness to want to become a better person :) (unlike Isaac, who is similarly angry and emotional but lacks that self-awareness)

The only change NFCV made to canon that I like, dare I say even more than canon, is Hector killing his own parents rather than the fire apparently being caused by demons. It doesn't go anywhere in N!Hector's case (at the end of S3 he looks angrily into the fireplace, but sadly he doesn't set Carmilla and Lenore on fire, what a missed opportunity of poetic cinema), but this change would work splendidly in Hector's case.

Imagine. Baby Hector is tormented by demons day and night, who keep whispering in his ear that he doesn't deserve this treatment, and he should just kill everyone, because they should suffer the same pain they put him through, it's only fair. Hector is scared that one day he'll do something "bad", but he can't talk about anyone about these voices, everyone hates him enough and they think he's a weirdo when he stares into nothing, assaulted by vision and voices.

Then, one day, he returns home from his games with the animals… only to see that his mother killed his black kitten. His best friend in the world. "It's cursed, it brings us bad luck, as if you weren't enough." Father, of course, couldn't care less about anything: he never even noticed that his son went around with a cat in his arms, but even if it's dead, so what? It's only an animal. Nothing important, the kid should grow up already.

And Hector snaps. He agrees with the demons, for once. They do deserve to die for hating him so much. So he sets the house on fire, and enjoys his parents' screams, who don't sound too different from the demons screeching in his ear.

But then he returns to his senses, and he's horrified at what he has done, and he has no choice but to flee. He doesn't know where to go, so once again, he listens to the demons guiding him to Dracula's place. After all, he can't blame them for doing something horrible, can he? He was the one who killed his parents and enjoyed it. He really is a horrible creature. At least they care about him.

And there everyone, the demons, Dracula, Isaac, all tell him that he did the right thing, that it's alright to kill those who hurt you, and thanks to that action he saved himself and he found his true home.

And this is how Hector got desensitized to killing… but only those he believes deserve death 🙂 like the mob who executed Lisa, or Isaac when he orchestrated Rosaly's death. But not mankind as a whole.

#castlevania #hector castlevania #mild spoilers for my fic but #yes this comes up in the third chapter :)#i really want to put rosaly's idealism to the test #also berserk is the manga of all time and iga was clearly a fan of it

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beansnsoup · 3 years ago

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Love at first sight

Eddie Munson x reader

Request: idk if ur still asking but if u are could you maybe do an eddie x 70's stevie Nick's, fleetwood mac style vibe fem reader ???? I think their vibe would be so cool,,, like opposing a little bit but they fit really well together and almost like a rocker and hippie vibe idk what it would be about maybe like her going up to him at lunch and hes with hellfire or smth and they are kinda like 'oh,,, guess that makes sense' like the vibes but they get so soft around

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Summary: Being a quiet yet out there person Eddie begins to obsess over you, and so do you.

He first saw you when he's putting his campaign folder back into his locker, he glances at you through the side of his eye but ends up staring. You're wearing a loose, half tucked in blouse, with a long brown skirt, a sachel type bag, and a Walkman playing in your ears.

He tears his eyes away fast before you can send a glare his way after feeling his stare. You never hated Eddie, he always found ways to surprise you during lunch times, how he'd jump on the table and have little speeches, which either riled people up or made them weirded out. Either way, you found him intriguing.

His rings, and the same Hellfire shirt he wore almost everyday, and his hair, oh my God his hair. But you tried not to get too caught up about it, you've never had the best luck with the boys at your school. You normally kept to yourself and since your style was different from all the preppy girls at the school you were mocked for it by the basketball team and sometimes the cheerleaders, but you never cared. It's not like it mattered.

But after that moment in the hallway you found yourself being more interested in him, you weren't a D&D person so it's not like you were about to ask questions about Hellfire just to spend more time with him. Then you had the brilliant idea to write him a note instead. That'd be the right thing to do right?

It's better than asking him out loud if he wanted to hang out with you then getting turned down, then being utterly humiliated for the rest of your life. Then you pull out a piece of paper and your pencil and start to write.

'Hey, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out. You don't have to, I'm not going to do one of those cheesy ass 'yes' or 'no' type things, but if you wanted to, I'm going to that one table in the woods, if you don't want to you can stand me up. It's fine either way. -Y/N'

You thought that was good enough, you fold it up and wait for the bell to ring for next period so you don't have to walk infront of everybody in the cafeteria.

A good 5 minutes later the bell rings, you go to throw away your trash and then rush to his table where they all are starting to get up. You tap his shoulder to catch his attention, when he turns to look at you he doesn't say anything, just stares. His friends are staring at you too. You hand him the note, "Don't read it now, you have nosey ass friends." You chuckle under your breath and then walk away.

"Not going to lie, I saw this pairing coming." Mike says. Dustin smiles at him, "Honestly, I did too." Her replies to Mike. Both of them not daring to look at Eddie because he's most likely giving them a death stare.

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Your sitting on the top of the of the table, finishing up your book, when you finish the last couple pages you have left you check your watch. 'It's been like 15 minutes. He was probably just judging me, I took it in the wrong way.' You think, kind of upset about this outcome.

When you start to get up Eddie rushes into the secluded area, "Sorry I'm late, I got held up with my last class. You're lucky I don't have a campaign tonight." He says to while going to sit at the table. "You're fine." You tell him.

This is more awkward than you thought it'd be. He glances at you, "So..did you want to talk to me or something?" He asks you, sitting up from his laid back position. "I don't know, you've just peaked my interest lately." You respond, grinning at him. His cheeks flush a little but you pretend not to notice.

He gains a bit of confidence, "If it makes you feel better M'Lady, I've also taken quite a liking to you." He admits to you sliding closer to you, his arms crossed. You look at him smiling at his words. Not knowing what else to do, you pull him in for a kiss.

He's shocked a bit at first, but accepts it. Lips moving together perfectly. He pulls away so he can pepper kisses on your jaw and your forehead. He leans back to take you in for a minute, "How would you feel if I take you out on a proper date, princess?"

The request with the nick name makes you want to melt, "I think that's an amazing idea." You agree, putting your arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss.

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You guys are now the new power couple at Hawkins High, second to Jason and Chrissy of course. You make him listen to your Fleetwood Mac records, he hated it at first because it obviously wasn't his type of genre but you eventually got him obsessed.

Making him crystal necklaces that he wear around his neck religiously. His friends love it, they've never told him that, but they think it alot when the two of you are hanging out.

You somehow match his aura perfectly, making him soft towards you. His uncle loves you. Knowing you were the just right thing that Eddie needed, what Eddie was missing.

And Eddie couldn't agree more.

The idea/request is from @lydiascottage !!

Tysm for this idea, I hope I did it a way you like, again thanks sm for the idea!

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #dustin henderson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #fleetwood mac #request

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6okuto · 2 years ago

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Hi love! Do you open req? I just want to req main 3 last legacy (if you want to include rime idm) with assassin mc?

M3 WITH AN ASSASSIN!MC

gn!mc | meoww. will probs not be doing much more LL in the future unless it's. modern au? didn't realize how much my brain would struggle. woah. i forgot most of the plot ..lol.. if my characterization is awful Don't Look At Me. 😁🫥

anisa

this a Morally Complex Situation.

i imagine this pair would have the most to work through. like it'd have the most tension at the reveal of mc's job because of anisa's job, seeing herself in them, etc. etc. especially if they've built some sort of relationship/trust at this point .

^ because well now there's questions of why did they choose to stick with her rather than the others. what do they think of her, do they have ulterior motives, etc etc. and i'm Sure this will come up with the other two, but i see it the most emotionally hard-hitting in anisa's case :')

though as anisa's route continues and she's thrown into a position of really questioning loyalty, rules, etc. mc is probably one of the best people who can offer a thoughtful nuanced take.

Something Something, finding out the LoS is her father, choosing to believe in and support her, anisa opening up. something something joke about going after him for her while both knowing it'll be anisa's choice what happens something something

wow sorry but in a world where LL. was here. and anisa had the time to develop and accept(?) mc's career properly (Sorry.) i think she'd want to know more about it. maybe when she's looking for help and mc would be able to share not just advice but the story behind it

on a lighter note :) again,, in the Good timeline where we've gotten canon development for both of them,, i do think anisa doesn't let the whole "i'm / i was an assassin, i'm fine" thing slide if mc tries to brush off her concern. like sorry, are you not victim to basic needs and exhaustion be serious

also ! think of the strategies they could come up with ! both of these people bring knowledge and so many skills to the table. I'd trust them with an important mission🤷🏻‍♀️!

she knows they're perfectly capable of taking care of themself and vice versa, so it's heartwarming when both check on the other. so real

sage

under the assumption that mc would hide their career, the M3 treat them as an average person. but sage is perceptive, and would probably pick up on minute details that'd tip him off that mc is more skilled than they let on

externally internally says i knew it when he inevitably finds out. maybe not that they were an assassin, but someone definitely trained

just to make sure there's a little angst(??) for all three! sage is a smart guy! he is!! he'd be suspicious of mc if the m3 find out early on and they haven't developed a strong relationship.

mc and sage not trusting each other, not sharing info either to break that ice, sage wondering why they'd choose to stick with him, etc. he manages to make some kind of flirty joke the first... meeting? after the reveal, but they both know they're watching each other LOL.

anyways. hey guys. at some point when that trust is built,, no amount of deadly energy will stop this man from flirting. "are you my assassination target? because i really want to take you out." sage my brother in christ you would be the target

sage asks where they learned everything, why, when, etc. but he understands if they try to evade his questions. if/when mc does open up about it, he listens intently and tells them that hey,, it's not like he's going to just Hate/stop caring about them

there's always a base level of concern since sage, evidently, hates the idea of anything bad happening/losing them, but he's still aware and grateful that he can trust mc to take care of themelf !

god. assassin!mc giving sage a look when he tries his whole isolation, working alone thing. you and i are Both experienced with this so try again.

felix

being an assassin is a very different career path than a barista like lets be fr.

mc so easily lies about working and making coffee and awful customer experiences when they first meet that when they show they're capable of taking down an enemy,, felix is like ? have i greatly misunderstood the job expectations of a barista ?

being both trained as an assassin and in magic by felix is a stacked deck (theoretically if things go well.) and while the skill set isn't really the same, mc's ability to pick up on things, focus, etc. is definitely applicable in their lessons

necromancy and assassination go two opposing ways tbh if u think about it. but both end up with Complicated (nonexistent?) Relationships With Others, so he can sympathize in that way

but also it's still. different. felix does find himself wondering what kind of people they've been assigned, whether asking would be rude, whether that should Really Be His Main Concern considering his company, etc.

if they've spent enough time together, he trusts that they have no ill intentions toward him at least. and a guy's got to appreciate promised protection

and does he want to know the kinds of people they've assassinated ? maybe. yes. intrigue. he shares magic and stories from astraea for tidbits of mc's career. depending on who exactly their targets were, felix is about to become very knowledgeable on some of earth's politics and figures

also would mc's stealth and stratagem come in handy for ...pranks and evasion... Who's to say? felix might,, if the opportunity arises. probably after they use it against him. smth smth you and stella teaming up against me smth smth

#last legacy #anisa anka #sage lesath #felix escellun

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desultory-novice · 2 years ago

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I think Magolor would like kingdom management games, especially when his character is the ruler

Ahaha! Definitely! Magolor would love all the little micromanage-y aspects of them! I'm terrible at those games myself, but I've known people who get their kingdoms set up perfectly on the first go, without having to demolish or rebuild any structures (except the lower level ones they no longer want to keep!)

That'd be Magolor for sure!

...I hate to say it, but I can also imagine him getting hooked on Rollercoaster Tycoon as well. I'm not saying he'd go THIS far, but he would definitely rub his hands together with glee as he exercised his theme park creator tendencies AND his overlord tendencies.

On the opposite end of things, he'd probably grumble his way through any kind of farming sim, wondering when the game gives you the option to actually DO stuff! But you catch him 20+ hours in and he's got a sprawling farm that automates as many mundane tasks as possible till he’s maxed out on even the rarest of items.

"...I'm supposed to befriend the villagers with these? That doesn’t make any sense. They should be giving me gifts for saving their backwoods-y little town!"

#Kirby #Magolor #Dess Answers Questions #Dess Text Post

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lionprotected · 11 months ago

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it was that awkward moment when you were stuck in a place you knew was bad for you & yet you couldn't bring yourself to leave. he didn't have to watch the alpha fix his bike, he didn't have to let his eyes track oliver's hands as they worked spare parts & wrenches, his scent so prominent in the confined close quarter space of the garage. how was his scent the only one around when they literally had the front of the shop open? he glanced down on the hand that'd been shook previously & wondered if he was mistaking his scent .. for the oil - or if maybe both had combined into this strange ... something he couldn't unfocus on.

his explanation made sense, surely, even if it wasn't the response ryan had wanted to be presented with. sure, come by once a week, i'll keep her running, easy peasy. he sure would've liked that more, but alas ..he'd have to make do with the alternative. how was he going to do the runs out of town without his bike? he sure as shit wasn't going to share a bike with danilo or nathan. but he also didn't ..want to miss out. the time out, the lives saved... they mattered to him. a lot. how else was he supposed to look at himself in the mirror without hating what he'd see? "that ain't in the cards for me." sigh. it was that kind of a sigh that carried a mile.

ryan would never steal. of course. but there were ways, right? he just .. needed a pair of knowing eyes to accompany him. right. nothing more than that. he wasn't arranging for a second meeting, he had no ulterior motives, there was no voice in the back of his mind that spoke of yearning. no such thing. just ryan trying to keep doing what he loved doing. what he needed to be doing. it was... a necessary evil, having to spend time around the mechanic again, obviously. why did it even have to be this one? couldn't he find himself another mechanic to do the same? no. they couldn't be trusted.

"outside. i'll need a specialist. someone who knows what i'm lookin' for." he didn't know the implications, didn't know what it was the other thought they'd do, but if he thought ryan would ... take one that wasn't his....? no. never. surely there were bikes out there for a small price that he could afford. hand up & brushing through unruly curls that didn't quite know where they belonged after a long day at the station. "i know leavin' town ain't an easy decision, but i'd find a way to make up for your troubles if you ... helped me." please.

Everyone and everything was always fine until it wasn't. That's how things break. Men, rides, and bikes. Sometimes all it takes is a misstep to make the dislodge the mountain snow into an avalanche. Smallest step that it is. Doesn't mean you can fix the mountain, now. Ryan was in denial--Oliver saw that clear as the big sky in Montana. He sees this all the time, usually cause the client wants to be stingy and claim it ain't that big of a job, oh his truck only needed a lil' touch up, can't ya just do it for eighty? C'mon, my cousin in Bozeman can do it for cheaper. Well, take your shitbox over to your cousin's then. They never do. They just roll their eyes and pay up. There never was ol' cousin in Bozeman. Ryan, at least, didn't seem to be in denial in order to cheap out on him, rather, it's just more his... personality: in denial about the whole many things in his life that fell apart and could use total replacement, not a simple touch up. That attitude for starters, ah, kitty?

Bastard that he was, he knew he'd stain Ryan's hand with lubricant & grease with the shake. It was about character. Shows you a measure of a man. Not afraid to get his hands dirty, now. He saw the hesitation and grinned discreetly with the very-tip corner of his right lip. Good boy. Oil on your hands will be least of the ways Oliver would dirty him right on.

"Mhm." He just sounds out in agreement when Ryan says there wouldn't be a new one, it's a miracle he's gotten this poor girl. He understands. He wasn't in the business of selling bikes, no point in pushing the case. So long as the client was aware that she wouldn't last long. He starts working his magic, rough, greasy hands right in there like shotgun surgeon, giving Ryan's old bikes the works in them guts. Sound of metal on metal, cranking, spinning parts, loosening and unscrewing for access. He's got his replacement on the floor next to his knees to the right, sat over a thick blue cloth. The parts he removes, all oily and a little rusty even, unceremoniously placed aside to his left. Head peaks over the bike's seat, eyes on Ryan when he speaks, which drew his attention away for a second. He asks the most innocent thing. It gets a laugh out of the mechanic, shake of his head side to side, before lowering gaze and continuing working his magic. "Ah. Wouldn't that be nice, mister. But naw, it's like, ah... it's like surgery. Yeah. Y'know, put in a new valve or joint here n' there, but it ain't good as new. They can't just keep givin' ya another heart every month. I can keep replacin' her bit by bit but soon enough it'll start costing ya more than a new one."

And there just ain't no sense in that. Finding a new one... somewhere, however? It got his ears perked up. Little mountain cat that heard the treat bag being crumpled. He tried real hard to suppress that spike in excitement that let you know it got his attention. It was entrapment. Had to be. Fucking cop. "Somewhere, now, officer? Where y'thinkin' you might just find a new one, hm?" You know you'll make your daddy cry, Ryan.

#mountaintracked [001]#mountaintracked

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jovnie · 4 years ago

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The devil's desire | Yoongi

Summary;

You fell in love with a man of many pasts, however he desired more than a relationship. He wanted your soul for eternity.

Words: 13k

Devil yoongi! Demon au! Human reader

Very Dark themes

Warnings: religious concepts, gore, porn without plot, death, big dick yoongi, clubbing, kidnapping, non-con touching, blood, cnc, prey ( y/n ), stalker yoongi, drugged, drugs, chains, cutting, rough sex,

"She's almost ready sir!" a winged creature announced. Nodding in his throne, he took the mirror and looked through it. There you were getting ready to meet a mysterious guy at a club or well hoping to once again. He smirked devilishly knowing you remembered to come back to this particular club.

He previously brought you to this nightclub in Korea, hidden through an alleyway in the darkest part of Busan. There was danger and a constant fear of being robbed, kidnapped. Even if Korea was a safe place, things like kidnapping and murder still happen and even more so at night.

He remembered that you kept a knife and a taser with you, he liked the vulnerability you had going to a place not meant for angels let alone humans at night. He found it charming how oblivious you are to your surroundings as well. He was a man of darkness and hell for sure, but one thing was for sure. He only craved humans who were pure and light energetically. 'Suppose you did know that the Club was own by the devil himself, would that really stop you' he thought.

He watched her put on clothes and noticed how delicate she was in his eyes. No, this wasn't the first time he'd watch her. Not the last either, it seemed like a generational curse in his eyes. He wasn't mad he placed it on the females to feel tempted by his actions, however, each one passed the test. you however failed it the first two times, making it the third time.

Sighing, he put the mirror down and stood up. Stretching, he allowed his black feather wings to elongate and move around before putting them away. Looking at his watch it was a quarter past 11 pm, he'd knew you want to be early and try and catch a good table. However the little worry of what if someone wanted to take you before him, hurt you before him. The thoughts riled him up, making him grab his keys and wait by the portal. Besides the gate doesn't open until 11:59, so his intrusiveness can calm for now.

While waiting, he took out the cute little human hand mirror you'd gifted him a while back. He looked at himself and the scar over his left eye, "maybe this is what attracts them" he chuckled softly.

As time fastened, he waited for the lock in the air to appear. He waited long and hard for that little red lock and once it appeared, he opened all the portals from his underworld to the human world and the other one which lead stright to his club.

Formally known as 666 plaza to hadians, the chosen humans only knew it as void 218. To you it was just another club on the holy day of Sunday. Although you were never brought up with Christianity, you had the basics that everyone knew, loved, and hated.

Waiting by the gates or humanly known as "doors" you pulled out your phone to realize there was no battery or charge. Confused as you could've sworn it was full when you left, you herd the doors open and the mini line began moving. Your eyes wandered the room to find the stairs that led to the upper level where you would meet and see Yoongi. You knew it was stupid to keep doing this, but with yours and his schedule it wasn't at all.

Passing by the few people, you found upstairs and walked up seeing there were already people inside which confused you, but you paid little attention to it. Waiting by the usual black velvet seats and area, you head a familiar voice.

"Is this your regular peach vodka with light ice?" yoongi asked loudly over the now loud music playing. Nodding, you sat up and greeted him before getting your drink. Little did u know about his plans with you or what tonight was gonna be.

Smiling softly, yoongi was gentle eyes admired your beauty as he get down with his own drink. He took a sip of his own drink that was laced with a sleeping drug, one that'd do nothing to him and more to you.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked knowingly.

"Well, it's a Sunday and I have nothing planned so I thought I come by" you lied, hoping the white lie would slip. Nodding, yoongi put his hand on your thighs and moved closer to talk to you about life and each other week. You mentioned something about the campus or school you were studying and he lied about his "forensics" job and how hard it was to see how people died. Continuing, he bought the two of you more drinks and when the timing was right offered one of his. Thanking him for the kind jester, you took a sip. He smiled and also took a sip after you, then placed it back down.

"Good isn't it?" he said, reaching over to his phone and at the time. Noticing he did so you hummed and snuck another sip. Then another. Whatever was in had you almost drinking his entire cup down.

"Omg what is this, what's making it so good. I can't put my finger on it" she said as her words slowed down and her eyes blinked slowly. He watched her body start to feel tired, then at the right moment whispered in her ear "apple, cherry, lime, it's a light alchcolic drink and right, drugs."

Soon as her eyes closed and body dropped, he mustered enough strength to pick her up and sling you over his shoulder. "Another one taken by the devils favorite drink, poison apple," he whispered knowing nobody cared to stop him not could. Well not if they wanted hells punishment if not worse death, even if they were immortal. Walking up the last set of stairs he opened the portal and handed the keys to his servant and told him to look after.

Noting the girl, the servant nodded and knew the king was gonna take his time and would be in a long "meeting." Taking charge of the place, yoongi walked up to his Castle surrounded by blue flames in the middle of nowhere and walked in. He demanded for total privacy, meaning nobody in or even near the castle or be banished for eternity and with that everyone wondered what that soul did to get his undivided attention. From there gossip spread about you from one to another creature and it traveled fast.

Meanwhile, he laid you on the bed and looked at his watch. The drug last about 30 minutes and about 20minuets have gone. From there he requested one trusted worker with a list. The list was :

The devils list

Body Chains and rope

Salt and a black cross

2 Robes

Wipes

Black paint

Sheep's blood

Lube any flavor

Nodding the worker flew off and yoongi allowed his wings to expand out his back and eyes to turn a dark blue color as his hair contained white strips. He watched your sleeping body, before checking the time and seeing he has 5 minutes left before you wake up. Taking that in he stretched his neck and before activating his speed and undressing you, cleaning the area around the bed, making sure the chain locks are stable and if not changing them, turning off lights and lighting candals all around the room and the whole castle and finally sitting down at the edge. Checking the time once again, he had 3 minutes left and so did the worker before he'd get pissed and with that thought the worker came to drop everything off before yoongi told him to get lost.

With the activation of speed he quickly undressed, sat the cup near the bed and filled it with sheeps blood, put salt near the edge without touching it as it stung him, put the cross around his neck and began drawing a ritual circle around the bed then finnaly the walls. To end everything he placed the chains on your hands and feet then connected to each end of the bed. The rest of the stuff he just put next to the bed and laid naked above you waiting for you to wake up.

He knew the drug was strong, but he didnt think it was that strong so he checked the time again and 10 minutes had passed by. Sighing, he began taking the knife and cut a slit on his wrist and placed the wound to your mouth. After a few blinks, you began to wake up and within a second you panked and a minute later realised you were chained.

Weak, scared, targeted, blood covered lips, chained and his favorite vulnerability he finally felt aroused at the sight. With lust in his eyes and an aura darker than night himself, he slowly kissed your cheek.

"Welcome to hell baby" he greeted, confused you closed your eyes and for once prayed you'd be able to wake up in where you left to only get the image of him drugging you and making you pass out. To then opne them and see the same sight.

"Wouldn't that make you?" She paused trying to yank the chains.

"Hades, satan the devil or whatever you humans call me for ruling the underworld. Then yes that's me and as you see, you're caged like a bug trapped in a spider's web. How cute. How naive to trust anyone you've properly met either. " he whispered the last bit in your ear as his lips traveled around your chest and neck leaving hickeys as he moved.

Groaning, you tried yanking the chains hearing a noise and hoping it ment it broke to realise no he fooled you with the sound of his nails knocking on the wood.

"Got you" he chuckled as you began scared, moving his lips towards your breast he sucked softly getting slight moans from your mouth. "Mm good girl continue with it an d maybe I'll spare your soul" he joked, sucking and groaning your other breast with his hands. Ignoring him and forcing your mouth to close. He raised an eyebrow and sat up, he then looked at your mouth and then his length.

"That wasn't smart now was it dsrling?" He asked, as his crouch hovered your mouth and his length being rubbed on your face as the other hand rested on the wall. "Noe open wide and if not, I can allways just shove it. Dont think about biting as i can manually remove teeth of needed" he mentioned as tears rolled down your eyes as he slowly entered his length.

"Good girl, suck it like that" he groaned, slowly moving his hips all the way in and out. With doing so he admired the trlaclesnt salty wetness driping from her eyes that he took a finger and wiped it. Caressing her face as he continued thrusting and groaning till he felt hard enough and then pulled out. Wiping her eyes again he grabbed the lube and posed the non negotiable question of

"May I pretty angel, take this as mine?" He whispered softly as he leaned down to her ear. Nodding yes a tear ran and he licked it clean, causing a slight shiver down her body. "Good" he replied, putting lube around his own length and stoking it on.

"If you cum on me will I get pregnant?" You asked shyly.

"Mm, well yes and that's my goal princes or should I say queen. Your body is mine after all." he tells, taking his fingers and tracing a cross between your chest as he watches a dark mark appear in a mini cross between your chest.

Crying harder knowing you've not only been kidnapping, but there was an even little chnace of seeing your family friends and well your little pet. "I love when you cry my love" he said softly as his fingers softly rubbed against you clit and his lips attach to yours. Knowingly you kissed back and surprisingly it felt like comfort but tasted like sin and poison. One your body will soon adapt to. As your mouths moved in unison, his fingers rubbed softly around your bud and you were finally able to relax and enjoy the feeling. He had an undeniable hold on your body, one your soul started to grow a liking too the longer her rubbed and kissed your lips. Soon you became hungry for more and grinded against his hand and with the hint he rubbed quicker as you moaned down his throat and his free hand now snaking behind your back. Moaning more you called his name, in which he loved begging you to say again.

"YOONGi!"you moaned louder as his stomach and cock felt it making it twitch slightly. stoping his finger he guided his tip and put his chin on your neck and slid in slowly, taking his time as you adjusted before moving faster. You pulled the chains trying to hold onto him but he shook his head no and softly held your body up with the help of the chains and began pounding into you.

No it was not a speed nor length you were used to, but the feeling you could by a heartbeat. You legs became weak, your back arched hard, your mouth could only stay open and your head was in a daze as he fucked you without mercy. His length was big enough to make you scream from the top of your lungs and beg for more. He loved that and too started moaning which soon started to sound like deep breathes and heavy grunts. He loved the warm, pulsing feeling of your pussy on him as it dripped with cum around him.

"Ah, fuck, That's hot!" he moaned loudly. Moving his hips closer, he pushed his length in deeper and the sounds of his hips crashing into yours echoed the room. You were now at a point of no return, all you could do was moan and take him, which only increased his horniness and overall arousal.

"I'm close!" yoongi groaned and panted as his hips movements slowed down, but the deepness was still there. Shopping, yoongi's body out of tiredness fell on top of yours and he kissed your neck softly. Without enough energy to pull out, he came deep, groaning in your neck and laying still. Both overly fucked out and deep breathing, laid there until yoongi got enough energy to unchain your hands and drink from the cup of blood that started to reek and fill the room. The room that once smelt like lavender and vanilla now smelled like sex and sheep's blood. Leaning down to kiss you, you kissed back with your body begging to ache like hell and body starting to contort you screamed in pain. Whispering something into your neck, he held you close to his chest as you grabbed and scratched his back till the blood came from it.

"Submit and it'll go quickly." he whispered tired as can be. Taking his advice, you closed your body and let it take over. Suddenly your eyes and hair became white as a dove and the pain stopped. Not only did he claim you as his, the kiss of blood crowned you queen of the underworld.

They laid naked as each could no longer have the strength to get up, but hold each other in a soft hug. Comferting and relaxing, considering what had to happen. They slept wedded that night, perfectly times as the full moon was now full and the ritual circle could light up red as the two came into harmony.

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Hey!! If your asks are open- ignore if not, could I request Noel from Witch's Heart with an s/o who has a very heavy attachment to him?? to the point they'll even defend any kind of bad behavior from him? I think that'd be pretty interesting! Have a nice day and drink stay hydrated!!!!

my child is completely fine !! ♡ ⫶ SFW

˖꒰ sipnosis . . . noel is the sweetness person ever. everything he does and says is for your own good, and you know it. even if his last method wasn't… a normal one. ꒱♡

˖꒰ yan! noel levine x gender neutral! reader ꒱♡

˖꒰ warning(s) . . . delusional & obsessive behavior, delusional reader, unintentionally manipulation, dark content, blood, murder(?), established relationship & manipulation of memories ꒱♡

˖꒰ note . . . omg do you spy me??? i was just about to write something with a reader who doesn't mind having a yandere and is really casual about it, but i didn't know what characters i should use first. this is kinda like it?? i really liked this idea, thank you for requesting! I DIDN'T MEANT TO PUT MURDER HERE BTW BUT I JUST GET SO EXITED WITH THE IDEA AAAHHH. don't forget to also drink a lot of water and eat all your meals! also, sorry if you wanted any particularly gender for the reader. ꒱♡

˖꒰ masterlist . . . ꒱♡

if there's someone that loves you like anyone would, then that's definitely noel. he loved you just as much as you loved him. he was always there for you when you need him.

for you, noel was more like an angel. he was too good for this world, always trying hard for the people he love, always giving everything without expecting anything back, and you loved him.

it was perfect. he was always so kind, and he was your boyfriend. no, he was way more than just your boyfriend. you two were soulmates. made just for meet the other. you will always be thankful with the destiny to let you know he exist.

i mean, how could you not like him? even if he did the worst of the things, it surely was a lie or he had a good reason for doing it. please, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"i wish i could see the stars with you forever… i can only hope we get the chance to see them the next night, and the night after that."

you always wonder yourself why he wouldn't be out of his room until the sun was no longer there, but you never asked. maybe he just wanted to sleep more than usual!

while you were okay with him not getting out of his room (but still mad because he skip his breakfast, witch was bad for him), sirius will usually says something about it. he may mean no harm, but it still make you mad.

sometimes, he'll have to vent. you were really okay with it, even actually pleased, because it reminded you how much he trust you.

he ends up begging you to not leave him alone, in the dark. it never fails to make you feel terrible sorry for him and all he had to go through in his childhood.

but he never told you everything. just some little things that are barely something, but still a lot more that what he will normally say to anyone. he was always too scared. but you understand, as always.

he loves you so much. he doesn't even know how he can take all this love! but he's so unsure of how to show you love.

he will always say how he loved everything about you, inside and out, and start talking about how he couldn't keep himself as happy as he is right now with you. he will do anything for you, you just have to name it.

all he needs from you is a little compliment, a "good job!". it really makes him feel better about himself. he's trying really hard to save you and claire from who is always trying to kill her.

but when things go wrong, he's really fast at saying sorry. he didn't want to show you anything that make you stay away from him. he hate it when he showed you the ugly parts of him.

"noel!" you run towards him as soon as you saw the blood in his clothes, thinking the worst. it was really late at night, and your boyfriend covered in blood wasn't your ideal night. "oh my god, a-are you okay? did something happen?! who did this?!"

he muted your name, shaking and almost crying.

"i am so, so, so sorry. pl-please, i'm sorry. i'm such a t-te-terrible lover. i'm sorry, my love, i'm sorry." he hugged you close, almost falling over you when you hold him.

"hey, no, no, no, no, no, no. you're no way a terrible lover! please, tell me if you're okay. you're covered in blood!" still hugging him, you try to look all over him to see where the blood was coming out. but when he holds you strong and careful to not hurt you, you realize that he can't be injured with this strong hold.

so, the blood isn't his.

you just stay there, like a stone, while you hear him crying.

you don't want to think anything bad about him, so you just hug him back. gently touching his hair.

it's okay, even now, he was still noel. your noel. he would never do anything bad without a reason.

it didn't matter anyways, and you knew it. when you less expect it, you will be back to your first day in the mansion. when you still thought he was nothing but a puppy who only wants you to like him.

#witch's heart x reader #yandere witch's heart #yandere witch's heart x reader #noel levine x reader #yandere noel levine x reader #yandere noel levine #yandere noel #yandere noel x reader #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #male yandere x reader

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purposefully-lost · 2 years ago

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Milly stayed with him for the first week. When she wasn't around- going off to buy a crib and baby clothes and a monitor and diapers and more things than he could have ever possibly thought to consider- Steph came over to sit with him and the kid. In some ways, he was lucky that he'd moved out from their little apartment shortly after Rabbit's death. He would've hated more than anything to unexpectedly bring a baby into their shared home, keeping her up as often as himself, but he also dreaded the moment that she and Milly decided that he was alright to be left alone. He didn't think he could handle alone anymore. Baby was a good dog, but she couldn't lift the baby from his arms when he started to go distant.

He did finally decide on a name. Steph had been keeping him company by making a list, adding to the bottom each time they both spat out something that came to mind. Sometimes they tried to find the meanings behind them, sometimes they didn't. Harley was a name Steph had seemingly pulled from nowhere. Hare's meadow. Alex had the kid cradled in his arms, gently shushing her through a bout of tears, and suddenly his own had been welling up again. He thought of the place where Rabbit had built his cabin, with all the flowers that'd populated it in the spring, and the herd of deer that wandered through each night, and the bright, starry sky above. It'd been home, for a time. Alex was sure that some part of him had been left behind there- if he was feeling cynical, he'd left it to rot with the rest of the cabin, and if he was nostalgic, he hoped it found some kind of respite there. He hoped that place never changed, even though he knew it would. He would never be able to show it to the kid in his arms, but she belonged there as much as he did.

"I think I kinda like Harley," he'd said softly. He traded a glance with Steph and caught her smile. It was the first name he'd liked with even the slightest bit of confidence.

"It's really pretty," she'd agreed. It wasn't long before it was official.

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Milly sat next to him on the couch. Alex wore only an open jacket, his gaze for little other than the kid attached at his breast. He hadn't even been sure if he'd be able to breastfeed after all his time on hormones, but he could, at least a little bit. It felt strange, and it wasn't exactly comfortable, but the kid enjoyed it, and he liked keeping her this close. It felt like keeping her safe. There was a world outside of his little home that would have a lot to say about Harley if they knew who her other parent was. And they weren't all out there. 'They' included his mother.

"Alex," she said gently, and he glanced up at her. Her gaze was soft, and a little pained. During his childhood he'd associated that look with mentions of Nathan. She tried to make it sound like she was teasing. "I'm wondering when you're gonna tell me who the father is."

He looked away more quickly than he could really control. That was the last question he wanted to answer. "It was no one," he said simply, his eyes on Harley instead. He heard Milly sigh. Her hand was on his back, rubbing gently, trying to comfort him in the same ways he was learning to comfort Harley.

"You know.. if something happened, you can tell me."

His brows furrowed. He glanced at her again, and understanding suddenly dawned. She must've put together the dark hair and the timing of it with his own secrecy about it. She must've thought-- "It wasn't like that," he said, so soft that it felt like he was trying to keep anyone else in the world from hearing. His voice broke. "Mom, it- it wasn't."

She didn't believe him. He could see it clearly in the fact that there were tears wanting to form in her eyes. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't just explain that he'd gone willingly to Rabbit, that he'd loved it, that he'd wanted nothing more than to be close to him for the rest of his life. He couldn't explain that he'd almost disappeared on purpose, that killing Jack had been a fucked up act of mercy. His breath hitched, and all he could do was look back down at Harley and cry. Milly's arms were around him and hugging him to her side as he broke into a sob. He trembled in her arms, holding his baby close, and wondered if anyone would ever know that he'd simply loved Jack.

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It was his first night alone. Harley wasn't exactly asleep, but she was calm, staring up at him with wide blue eyes while he leaned over the side of the crib. He reached down and gently smoothed her hair, brushed over her cheek, let her play with the fingers of his hand when she reached out for him. He marveled, for a moment, at how small she was. She'd look even smaller in Jack's arms, or next to his hand. Alex took in a shaky breath.

"Aren't you tired, kid?" He asked. Even now that she was called Harley, kid had stuck too. Like she was his little buddy, a sidekick to keep him company through the long days. His daughter. His kid, his baby. That still felt so strange and it seemed like he had to keep repeating it to make it feel real. Harley only stared at him. She made a soft, gurgling noise and kicked her legs a little. He couldn't help the tired smile that tugged at his lips. "It's been a long week. I'd think you were exhausted. I am. I'm so tired..."

He leaned down a little more, resting his cheek against his arm on the side of the crib. Sighing softly, he felt his eyes start to burn again. He felt like the puffy redness from tears was just a permanent part of his appearance now. "I wish Jack was here to sing to you," he said, soft and conspiratorial.

Milly and Steph were gone and so he could talk about him now, but it was still for him and Harley alone. No one else got to hear. He tried to imagine Jack, looking so huge with a baby in his arms, singing something quiet and easy while he rocked her. A part of him knew that might've been impossible, even before he'd died. Jack had been a deeply, deeply traumatized man who hadn't made a human connection in over a decade before he'd met Alex. There was no telling how he'd feel if he'd known there was a baby. He wouldn't hate her, Alex knew that. He knew he probably would have loved her. But he felt too that maybe he would've been scared of being close to her.

"I still would've let him hold you," he whispered. "I think he would've gotten used to it. ..I really miss him, Harley."

She was the only person he'd ever told that to. And he wouldn't mention it when she was old enough to understand, but for right now, she was the only person in the world who could know. He picked his head up and scrubbed at his cheeks so that his tears wouldn't fall on her, but she was making soft, whimpering sort of noises the moment he was out of sight. He quickly returned to lift her up and cradle her to his chest, trying to smile for her, even if it was wobbly and sad. "I know," he whispered. "I know, kid. You're okay." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her forehead, then shut his eyes, lingering there for a long moment. It finally clicked that he loved her.

There was guilt in his chest that he hadn't thought it sooner, but it'd been such a long week, and little to none of it had been spent entirely alone. Milly or Steph had always been beside him or just in the next room. He hadn't had the chance to share a real, lonely quiet with Harley, and now that it was just the two of them, he knew he loved her more than anything. He let out a shaky breath. "We're gonna be okay," he promised her, and he hoped he could keep it.

Alex still couldn't breathe. His face was sticky with tears, his vision blurry and barely trustworthy. He wasn't entirely sure anymore what part of his body was numb and what part was in pain; it felt like all of him hurt, honestly. Not just from what he'd been through, but from the ache that started deep in his chest and spread through every inch of his body like it was carried in his blood. It'd bloomed in his chest not that long ago, following the realization that the baby they were about to set into his arms belonged to Jonathan Stone.

A part of him didn't want her, and he hated himself for that. He wanted to believe that the problem wasn't that she was Jack's, or that she was so unexpected, but that was it exactly. He wasn't ready for a baby. He'd never be. It wasn't something he'd considered a single time in all of his life, and here he was. He wanted to tell them to take her away. Give her up, let someone else bring her home, someone who wanted her, someone who could love her without an ounce of guilt or regret. His lips parted to say so, to ask how that worked, but then he was thinking again of Jack. Jonathan Stone had been adopted by the Bakers at a very young age, and they'd made his life a living hell. He'd killed them all in an act of blind violence at fifteen years old. Alex knew the rest of the story too well to linger on it. Thinking of it at all had his breath hitching, his vision blurring further with tears.

A nurse appeared at his bedside. "Ready to meet her?" She asked, smiling not at Alex but at the baby, giddy and soft. Alex, against his better judgment, nodded. A little girl was settled into his arms.

He'd never seen baby pictures of Jack. But oh, he knew. Even if there had been anyone else since that last time he'd gotten to love him, there wouldn't be any doubt in his mind. She already had a head of short, dark, wispy hair, and even though he knew the color of those bright blue eyes would change soon enough, he didn't think they'd change much. She made a sound, then she started to cry, all he could do was let out a whine of his own as he brought her closer.

"Hey," he said softly, and he wished he was alone, because there was suddenly so much he wanted to tell her about. You're gonna miss him, he wanted to say. You'll never know him, but you're gonna miss him. I miss my dad, too. I miss Jack even more. I loved him. I'll love you too. I'll try, at least. But there were nurses and a doctor and his own mother in the room, so all he could say was, "It's gonna be alright, kid. Hey, we'll be okay.."

She didn't even have a name, yet. There hadn't been time for one. He wanted to think of something Rabbit would choose. He wanted to go sleep and stay that way for a good ten days. He wanted someone to take the girl from his arms because he was starting to choke on a sob and he worried he'd already fucked it all up, somehow. Thankfully Milky took her when she saw him start to break and he had the chance to cry even harder than the baby had in its first few minutes of life.

#hello i cried writing this dhdhDNDHA #hunted // rabbit #alex prescott #punk // harley #drabble

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