#like a sane and ethical person

[luna-azzurra]

Romance List Prompts

Forced Proximity “Oops, There’s Only One Bed” & Other Nightmares (aka: trapped together, forced to talk, and now I’m noticing your eyelashes??)

✧ They hate each other. Of course they do. But now they’re snowed in at the same remote cabin. One bed. No signal. Nowhere to run from each other or their feelings. ✧ They barely know each other, just enough to be annoyed in passing. Then they get stuck between floors, in the dark, and suddenly all the things they don’t say become impossible to ignore. ✧ They agree to a long-haul drive for mutual convenience. Cue broken-down car, sketchy motel, and sharing snacks like it’s an act of war. By night two, they’re sleeping back-to-back and trying not to notice how quiet it gets when the other person isn’t talking. ✧ They’re both responsible for watching someone else's pet/kid/home. They bicker like divorced parents. They bond over chaos. And somewhere between late-night takeout and arguing over dishes, they accidentally become something like a couple.

Forbidden Romance “We Shouldn’t, But God We Want To” (aka: slow burn with a side of inner turmoil)

✧ They were raised to hate each other. But then they meet, outside the context, outside the war, and start to realize they’re not what they were taught. And it wrecks them both. ✧ They’re assigned to protect someone who is completely off limits. Flirting is forbidden. Feelings are dangerous. And yet? Every glance feels like a confession they can’t afford to say out loud. ✧ Teacher/Instructor x Student, but make it ethical and age-appropriate. It’s a short-term class, a writing retreat, a combat training course. The power dynamic is there, but so is the connection. They try to keep it professional. They fail. Beautifully. ✧ Best Friend’s Sibling... They’re off limits. Point blank. But the tension? The tension is screaming. Especially when the best friend keeps leaving them alone together, completely unaware.

 Grumpy x Sunshine “Why Are You Like This?” (aka: emotionally constipated x aggressively full of feelings)

✧ Roommates from Opposite Vibes... One’s all color-coded calendars and 7AM smoothies. The other hasn’t done laundry in three weeks and growls before coffee. They clash. But one rainy day, the sunshine one leaves soup on the grump’s desk with a dumb little smiley note. It breaks them. ✧ Coffee Shop Owner x Frequent Customer... Grump runs the quiet, broody café. Sunshine comes in every morning with messy hair and too much enthusiasm. The barista rolls their eyes, but they always remember their order. Always. ✧ Hired for the Same Job. Grump is practical. Sunshine is chaotic. They’re forced to collaborate. The tension is delicious. Especially when the sunshine one starts to get under the grump’s skin and into their heart. ✧ They're on a team. The world is ending. The sunshine one makes jokes to stay sane. The grump one acts like they don’t care, until the sunshine one gets hurt. Then suddenly they’re soft, scared, and furious about it.

 Extra Angst & Emotional Damage For the Writers Who Like to Hurt (and Heal)

✧ “You Remembered?” They thought the other didn’t care. They’re used to being forgotten. But then, in the quiet, the other person says something, something small, something specific, and it hits like a train. ✧ “I Would’ve Picked You Every Time” They lost each other once. Circumstances. Timing. Fear. Years later, they meet again. And this time? This time the truth comes out. And it’s raw, and ugly, and healing. ✧ “Don’t Look at Me Like That” They’re breaking. Mid-fight. Mid-confession. One of them cracks and says the thing they swore they wouldn’t say. The other just looks at them soft, wide-eyed and it’s too much. ✧ “I Never Stopped Loving You” Classic. Heart-shattering. Should only be used when you want your readers to cry at 2AM while whispering “why did you do this to me”.

[evilminji]

Behold! o/ The Face Of Benevolent Evil!

Mr. Principle! A professional hero and educator!

Also possibly some sort of stoat hybrid! Certainly a chimera of Japanese fauna! With the Quirk High Specs, he is one of, if not THE, smartest beings on the planet of which he resides! With a background perfectly justifying a decent into hatred and villiany, he instead chose to channel his incredible world shaking intellect into the shaping of future generations!

He likes to fuck with people!

For FUNSIES~☆!

What can he say? It keeps a man young and mentally stimulated! Plus the hysterical screaming of his staff and students is HILARIOUS. He can even argue it makes for good reaction training! Unforseen situations, children! React!!! *psychotic chortling*

Mmmmm, yes. We all have our trauma responses. Ways we deal with them. He should probably find other means... but he won't! Tea and tormenting the student body make for good future heroes, you know! They adapt!

But! You may ask! Why am I introducing you to this... *polite yet somehow deeply threatening smile* c-completely sane and normal individual!? Esteemed educator that he is! Ha ha...

A good and not at a under threat question!

Villains? Are fuuuuuckin STUPID!

Doesn't matter how many PHDs you possess! In fact! That makes it WORSE! You moron! You absolute fool! No traveling circus would have you, you sub-rate CLOWN of a jingle jangle dunce jester! You have a god damn PHD! Possibly MULTIPLE PHD!

And you thought "ooooh I should go into cwiiiiime~☆"?

Do you hear yourself when you talk? DO YOU?! Ooooh boohoo. They won't let you study what you WANT to study. It's called an ETHICS BOARD. And YEAH, NO SHIT! Maybe get over it and keep you fucked up fantasies to your SELF.

Or? If you REALLY can't hold it in? Lay the ground work like EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE! You're not special! Everyone wants to play god! It's FUN! They let you have the COOL toys! But you have to EARN that shit! Not jump straight from graduation to "fucked up superscience"!

And? If it's NOT the Ethics Board? But just some bureaucrat on a power trip? You don't have to fucking STAY. This? This RIGHT HERE? Is why I-Island fucking EXSISTS.

APPLY.

They are SO MANY countries you could move too. SO MANY other labs. You actual DUMBASS.

But NO! You decided to commit to a fucked up underground Villian Lab. As though HUNTING THOSE isn't the PERSONAL fucking passion project of THE SMARTEST BEING IN JAPAN. Frankly? You deserve this. You deserve this and our school doesn't know you. Never heard of you. You whoms't?

Coulda changed the world. But instead all you did was piss of The Fuzzy White Demon Lord of UA. Rest in pieces. *click*

*sound of doors smashing open*

*violent Raid Upon Your Labs noises*

But! You may ask? What's IN the Lab?

What MAKES this a DP crossover?

I like your question asking spirit! Good one! And the answer? You know what's better then ONE(1) Nedzu? A second one that you can ACTUALLY control this time! After all! You could consider Mr. Principle a prototype. A proof of concept, if you will. If you were able to make ANOTHER.....

Well, you would set off EVERY. SINGLE. ALARM. Nedzu has set up!

All of them!

Because he don't PLAY THAT.

He has long last trauma from the labs and is the SOLE FUCKING SURVIVOR. There WERE others. They Did Not make it. And their slow agonizing deaths are carved into his brain for the rest of his life. Truely "The living shall envy the dead"; it was a place that made hell seem merciful.

When he declare Never Again?

He fucking MEANT Never Again. He will BURN your empires to ash, with you in them. No More Labs.

So :) You can IMAGINE :) HOW HAPPY HE IS :)

That someone out there is trying to RECREATE his SUPER traumatic childhood, on ANOTHER CHILD. Ha ha! Gonna be a second Nedzu huh? Planning to torture HIM like you did me, HUH? Shove him in a cage and treat him like an animal? Force him to watch as the others die? Collars and whips and cattle prods? Mazes?!

Nedzu may lose his shit.

Juuuuust a little bit.

But if anyone there knows what good for them? They saw NOTHING. What's a little PTSD flashback between friends? Now what is the baby?

Smashcut to said baby!

Because it was a TEAM effort, Danny was successful in "Nuh Uh!"ing out of Rulership. But NOT out of governance. Since he DID help. He's a Councilman now. It's? Not as bad as it could be, honestly. Since it's opened the Zone up to a more democratic system.

Still held by "kick the ass of the person you wanna replace" but still!

Babysteps.

Thing is? There was apparently this weird? Leak? Like a couple hundred years ago, in this one area, that was never addressed. Everyone just moved their doors and stuff. Treated it like the floors flooded. But now that they HAVE someone to complain too?

They all want their territories back.

"Go fix it!" What are we? Janitors?

Danny looses the rock, paper, scissors competition. He's pretty sure Boxy cheated. But like? Dude has a kid to go home too, so Danny doesn't fight him to hard on this. Uuuuuugh. Just remember the Spider-Man motto. Great power~ blah blah blaaaah~

And? Wow is it fucked out there.

The whole PLANET has to be limnal as FUCK. Yikes.

Problem is? When he and his team (Because YES, he HAS learned from his mistakes, Jazz.) get close to the... frankly the Zone here looks like distorted spiderwebbing. With him leading the charge, obviously.

....something happens.

It's... it's not a portal. Wrong color. It's like someone USED the weird spiderwebbing effect to... to reach INTO the Zone? But they are severally Limnal. Clawed hands, blue tint. But that's not the problem.

No, the problem.

The Horror.

The thing that his team can only watch on in agonized terror as it plays out... is that hand? It shoots out of nowhere. Ghostlike in the Zone. Meaning it must be living. And PLUNGES directly into Danny's chest to wrap around his core.

Time seems to slow.

He can't even scream in pain. At the violation. His team, acquaintances, yes, but friendly ones. Can not even cry out in horror, as they watch their friend and team lead be butchered before them. Before that uncaring hand is ripping back. Perfect ice and starlight in its uncaring grip.

For a terrible moment... he is in two places at once.

Then he is crushed in a burning grip. Like molten bars. Watching his own body dissolve into nothing in an instant, pain and horror still etched upon his face. The beginnings of screams ripping from his team as they jerk away from the nightmarish threat.

Then he can not think at all.

He... he TRIES. Knows he has been captured. Is certainly not the sort to give up easily. But... he's so tired. His body feels? Weird. Not wrong, per say. It's HIS. But... small and weird. Like he's shape shifted into a new form and hasn't adjusted yet.

....

.......

...........

He's getting really sick of all the goop against his whiskers and in his ears. It feels WEIRD against his fu- WAIT a second... did those assholes shove him into an animal? Why?! To contain him? Ha! Jokes on them! He's DONE THIS before!

For FUN!

He once spent a whole ass summer as a tiny dragon just 'CAUSE!

Unfortunately, said assholes notice him waking up. Dump him in a glorified hamster cage. But like.... a SHITTY "I don't care about the pet I bought" hamster cage. Dude. And he's naked.

Is that Japanese? Ooooh! It IS! Thank you, Tucker's Weeb phase.

......actually, never mind. Lotta dehumanizing language there, my guys. What is this? The GIW international? You couldn't even give me PANTS? Swear to God, call me an "it" ONE more time and the next time I have to go? I am going to aim through the bars at your-! *alarms going off*

....wasn't me.

I mean, be all means, ha ha and get fucked, but? Wasn't me. Oh hey! Some one exploded the doo-

AND? In Lab 4?

Nedzu finds a child with fluffy, ungroomed black and white fur, and the curious yet cautious eyes of a survivor. They are the most magnificent green, pale and luminous they glow in the laboratories lighting. Paws too big for his small frame, delicate ears on the swivel, equally large. Yet to grow into either. Adolescent, at best.

He watches the child take him in. Note his features and the chaos behind him. The injured scientist under his feet. Come to him conclusion. Nedzu will not rush him. Now that he... he stand the chance to be the hero he himself never had. It is a strange feeling. At once cathartic and unbearably painful.

He is given the equivalent of a cheerful grin, as the lad points the the lock on the cage. Is asked if he happened to bring a spare pair of pants. He can not help his amused chortle as he makes quick work of the lock. The unbearable RELIEF he feels.

He... he was not too late.

These monsters had no chance to crush the boy's light. To make a monster of him, like they did with him. He survived his laboratory, his hell. But not all of him left that terrible place. He knows that. Some innocence, some goodness, died alone in the dark. But here? He insured there would be no chance.

With amusement, he watches the boy turn the lab upside down until he finds spare scrubs. Triumphant, he then considers his own, tiny claws. Dismisses them. Attempts to hop up on a chair to retrieve something sharp. It? Is unbearably cute. To watch him rip and shred, problem solve. His little mind churning away. Whiskers twitching as his eyes dart around, considering his options.

Nedzu offers one of his spare knives.

Watches him light up.

Adorable~

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @lolottes

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By the way, that book saying Sephiroth’s manner is somewhat mild really rings true when you listen to the CC voice-lines back-to-back like I did earlier lmao. Especially for Reunion.

I can’t even explain how glaringly so many of the characters speak in loud or intense voices. Even Mr. Suave Genesis yells or raises his voice passionately, but then you get to Sephiroth and he speaks in such a soft, subdued voice. Like he’s almost whispering or purposely holding back the force he could potentially exert. Morikawa plays him the same way. It makes my heart melt okay.

"Mild" is the best way I could describe Sane!Sephiroth. Sure he's in his edgy teen years right now in First Soldier Episode 2. But by the time he's an adult, he grows into a man who is far more human than the masters who control him.

Sephiroth wanted to be compassionate. He was empathetic. He was protective of his friends and his men. He could get frustrated and annoyed, but never lost his temper, even when being directly challenged or insulted. He didn't like taking charge unless it was for personal reasons. He gave his enemies the chance to retreat. He respected opponents who were able to go toe to toe with him. He forgave failure and was attentive to the needs of his colleagues. He mourned the loss of his comrades. He hated Hojo on an ethical level and was privately disgusted with Shinra's cruelty.

He was gentle. He was earnest. He tried.

[istadris]

Yes Enemies to Lovers.

Yes "Enemies" as in "I would destroy you and everything you hold dear in a way viciously intimate".

Yes "To" as in "I hate you and love you, and yet once it was worse because I didn't know you"

Yes "Lovers" as in "any sane person in such a relationship should and would run away".

Yes Ennemies as the essential component, because else it's just a normal romance.

Yes Lovers as the essential component, because else it's just someone trying to kill a random person.

Yes Enemies AND Lovers at the same time. Kiss with a fist energy. Biting you with the intent to draw blood then gently licking it clean. Holding you tight in my arms then mauling you by kicking like a cat.

Yes ENNEMIES TO lovers. Somewhere along the way I've grown addicted to your violence and we keep coming back to each other because no one else knows me as well as you do.

Yes ennemies TO LOVERS. There's such an ugly history between us, it taints our sweet moments with a bitter taste, and yet somehow fondness has grown over our hatred, like moss and flowers over wasteland.

Yes Ennemies to Lovers with a happy ending, but half of the world thinks we're insane for turning our back to our principles.

Yes Ennemies to Lovers with a sad ending. I gave up all my life's work, my ethics, my dignity, my life, just for a chance at happiness with you.

Yes Ennemies to Lovers. I am your Hero's heinous sin and triumph, I am your Villain's shameful weakness and redemption.

Yes Ennemies to Lovers. The sex is amazing, thanks for asking.

[baekhyunsbestie]

˗ˏˋ VIRAL! ˎˊ˗

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+ content / mdni ꒱ ˎˊ˗ streamer!baekhyun x f!reader. ~1k words. questionable ethics in romance lmaooo. stalking. invasion of privacy. manipulative charm. he is a blaring red flag, y'all.

baekhyun saw you once—just once—and decided that was enough. he was in love. struck. completely, irrevocably doomed.

but instead of, you know, being normal about it, he did something that would have any sane person running for the hills. in the span of a heartbeat, he pulled out his phone and hit record, capturing you in all your unknowing, breathtaking glory. it was barely a five-second clip—just you, minding your own business, oblivious to the man whose entire world had just tilted on its axis.

and then, because apparently, restraint was not in his vocabulary, he slapped that video onto tiktok with a caption that instantly cemented him as a walking red flag:

“saw the prettiest angel today… but she flew away before i could shoot my shot. do your thing, tiktok.”

unsurprisingly, the internet did exactly what he asked. the video exploded in record time, flooding fyp’s, group chats, and timelines like a digital wildfire.

your phone was the first casualty.

text after text, notification after notification—your screen lit up like a christmas tree. friends, family, coworkers—everyone and their mother had something to say.

“uhhh… why are you going viral on tiktok???”

“girl. GIRL. IS THIS YOU??”

“not you getting soft launched by a stranger LMAO”

and because curiosity got the best of you, you did the only reasonable thing left to do.

you slid into his dm’s.

baekhyun saw your message the second it came in.

he had been waiting—refreshing the app, pacing his apartment, checking his notifications like a man possessed. he'd taken a risk posting that video. sure, he'd been confident the internet would work its magic, but he hadn't accounted for the fact that you could’ve seen it and just… ignored him.

so when your username finally appeared in his dm’s—accompanied by a profile picture that confirmed it was you, the woman who had completely derailed his world in a single glance—he nearly fumbled his phone in his rush to open it.

you: sooo, did you know recording strangers in public is kinda weird?

your heart was still hammering from the decision to even message him. you had debated it for hours—oscillating between this is unhinged, i’m blocking him and well… i mean, it’s kinda flattering? against your better judgment, curiosity won out.

and then, of course, he responded immediately.

baekhyun_inb100: sooo, did you know ignoring your soulmate when fate literally put us in the same place is kinda rude?

your brows shot up. okay. bold. he had zero shame, apparently.

you scoffed, thumbs moving before you could think better of it.

you: fate didn’t do anything, you just weaponized the internet.

baekhyun laughed under his breath, leaning back against his couch. he liked you already. sharp. fast. no nonsense. if he had been on the fence about you before (he hadn’t), he definitely wasn’t now.

baekhyun_inb100: ‘weaponized’ is a strong word… i prefer ‘used my resources creatively.’

you: so creatively you had an entire app tracking me down?

your fingers hovered over your screen as you hit send, biting your lip. you weren’t gonna lie—there was something entertaining about this. he was flirting, obviously, but in a way that didn’t immediately make you want to throw your phone across the room.

on the other end, baekhyun grinned, practically buzzing with excitement now. he hadn’t expected this conversation to be fun. he figured you’d either chew him out or leave him on read—both outcomes he was willing to risk.

baekhyun_inb100: what can i say? desperate times call for viral measures.

you leaned back against your couch, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. the weird thing was—you should be annoyed. or at least mildly unsettled. but instead, you felt… amused? intrigued? maybe a little flattered, though you’d rather die than admit it.

you: and what exactly were you planning to do if tiktok didn’t find me?

baekhyun smirked at his screen, shaking his head. you were good.

baekhyun_inb100: suffer. dramatically.

you snorted.

you: and now that tiktok did find me?

your fingers hesitated as you typed the question, surprised by how much you actually wanted to know his answer.

baekhyun, on the other hand, barely even had to think about it.

baekhyun_inb100: take you on the best date of your life. unless you wanna break my heart right here in my dm’s. your call, angel. no pressure… kinda.

your breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden shift. you had been expecting more teasing, maybe another joke. but no—this was direct. confident. flirting laced with just the right amount of sincerity.

he was smooth. dangerously so.

but you weren’t gonna make this easy.

you: how do i know this will be the ‘best date of my life’ if you didn’t even have the balls to go up to me in person?

baekhyun groaned, dragging a hand down his face. okay. fair. but also—ouch.

baekhyun_inb100: okokok… first of all, RUDE? second of all, i was strategizing! clearly, it worked because now you’re here.

you rolled your eyes, smirking at your screen.

you: ohhhh, i see. so you’re saying the charm is only digital?

baekhyun clutched his chest, letting out an exaggerated gasp, even though no one was around to witness his suffering. digital only? please. he was dripping in real life charm. you’d see.

baekhyun_inb100: ouch... now i HAVE to take you out just to prove you wrong. lemme know when you're free, and i’ll make sure it’s the best decision of your life.

your heart skipped. you were not supposed to be this affected by some random man in your dm’s. and yet—here you were, staring at his message like an idiot.

finally, you typed back.

you: fine. one date. just to see if you live up to the hype.

baekhyun nearly whooped out loud, punching the air like he’d just won a championship. instead, he settled for a self-satisfied grin as he typed his reply.

baekhyun_inb100: spoiler alert, angel: i do. but i’ll let you find that out yourself.

[cosmowgyral]

Sis since you play ikemen villian well

A fun ask

Which Disney princesses will each ikemen villian character would fall in love or like

This question might seem interesting at first but it is actually quite challenging. 😅

I had to research a lot and eventually managed to find appropriate answers I guess? So, I'm sorry for the delay. I can't say if they'll appeal to you or anyone else because I'm not completely sure of them myself. I'll just say that whatever I'm about to express from this point on, is solely my viewpoint which of course, might vary from others'. So please guys, feel free to share below what y'all feel about it and how differently would you have chosen for the Villains.

Long post ahead....

William-Merida (Brave): Like William, Merida is strong-willed and resolute in shaping her own future. Her rebellious spirit and willingness to defy tradition align well with his philosophy of personal freedom and self-mastery. Merida’s bold nature might just match his charismatic, yet dangerous allure.

Harrison-Belle (Beauty and the Beast): Yes, books. 😆 Harrison’s love for mystery novels aligns well with Belle’s well-known passion for books and storytelling. Also, Belle’s curiosity and her ability to look beyond surface appearances would likely challenge Harrison to reveal his true self, encouraging him to move past his habitual teasing and playful deceptions. While Harrison is known for his lighthearted lies and enigmatic behavior, Belle’s steadfast integrity and empathetic nature could serve as a grounding influence for a great dynamic. And lastly because, he is the most sane of the lot? Lol.

Liam-Rapunzel (Rapunzel): Both Liam and Rapunzel have a bright, charismatic energy that naturally draws people to them. Liam’s curiosity mirrors Rapunzel’s wide-eyed wonder about the world. Also as a stage actor, Liam would likely enjoy Rapunzel’s creative and artistic side. And maybe because both are lonely? I feel like their dynamic would be lighthearted and affectionate, yet deeply comforting for both of them.

Elbert-Aurora (Sleeping Beauty): Aurora’s graceful and delicate presence mirrors Elbert’s own porcelain-doll allure and his obsession with beauty. Their mutual sense of nobility and loss could create profound empathy and understanding. Aurora’s soft and compassionate nature might offer the warmth and healing necessary to work through the darkness in Elbert's heart. Overall, Aurora's combination of beauty, sadness, and regal charm makes her a considerate match for Elbert's complicated character.

Alfons-Jasmine (Aladdin): Jasmine comes from a world of luxury, and is well-acquainted with the allure of opulence. Strong and independent, Jasmine isn’t afraid to challenge the status quo. This independence could both enhance and temper Alfons’s tendency to play with illusions and manipulate perceptions. While Alfons revels in trickery and crafting deceptive facades, Jasmine’s curiosity and keen insight may draw her to the enigma behind his charm, encouraging him to unveil his true self over time. Her grounded perspective could act as a counterbalance to Alfons’ transient, illusion-laden world.

Roger-Tiana (The Princess and the Frog): Tiana’s strong work ethic and determination to achieve her dreams align closely with Roger’s ambition and his tireless pursuit of research. Her dedication could motivate him to direct his ambition in a more positive direction. While Roger’s egotistic nature drives him to go to any lengths for his research, Tiana’s practical, straightforward attitude and sense of ethics might help moderate his extremes, fostering a balance between ambition and empathy.

Jude-Mulan (Mulan): Mulan's journey is rooted in honor, duty, and steadfast loyalty, which may resonate with Jude's strict principle of always keeping his word, even if his methods are more ruthless. Mulan has confronted the harsh realities of war and societal pressures, giving her a practical advantage. While Jude is characterized by cold calculation and sadistic nature, Mulan’s disciplined yet compassionate nature could act as a counterbalance. Both characters share an unyielding determination—Jude in pursuing his ambitions and Mulan in challenging expectations. (I'm sorry though Mulan, I'm not giving away my husband.)

Ellis-Snow White (Snow White): Snow White’s natural kindness and her talent for recognizing the good in others could serve to temper Ellis’s darker, more obsessive tendencies. Her warmth might inspire him to welcome and cherish the true, joyful moments in life. Although Ellis seems considerate and kind, the unsettling aspects of his character could be balanced by Snow White’s pure and forgiving spirit. Her ability to nurture hope and healing could assist him in reconciling the light and dark sides of himself.

And then comes the rest of the villains- Victor, Darius, Nica and RIng. This was already very hard in itself, but choosing princesses for these four would be harder because I'm yet to completely understand their personalities due to their routes not being out. Especially that of Victor and Darius. They both have a lot of things going on that won't be revealed to us until their routes are released.

Lastly, I would say that the essence of Disney princesses and the vibe of our villains simply don't align. While it might not apply to everyone, and again I might be wrong here, but like I said, this is merely my perspective. They are princesses meant to have happy endings and our villains might just be overly dark for them.

But in case if we wanna be curious and pair them regardless, here were the matches that I believe could be 'appropriate'.

Also, if any of you have anything in mind, do share. I would really appreciate that.

[gayhorrorsans]

Inspired by this post - @dustcrumbs

Tw: Mentions of self-injury (scratching arms, thighs, skull, eye) + Passing mention of skipping meals.

Next post: here

Horror is deeply insecure about losing his past, anything he loses about himself he deems as a loss equivalent to losing his brother, which in itself, he hates. He hates how he views an inanimate, or figurative, thing as equal to his brother in terms of Importance. He wears a different jacket to what 'sans' wore, but he still has the past one in his wardrobe.

He tries to preserve it's perfect attributes. Especially when compared to his other clothes that he takes no care for, throws them in the washer every now and again. That's about it. He clings on to anything that's reminds him of his past self, a bottle of ketchup, a receipt from Grillbys. His old balled up duvet. He can't bring himself to throw any of it away, no matter how harassed he gets by Nightmare or Killer or Dust or whoever.

It causes something in him to snap, he prides himself on being the most sane member of the bad sanses - which says a lot about their overall sanity - but messing with those few things causes him to break down. And if he finds someone attempting to damage or throw one of those things he clings onto away he will not hesitate to fight.

This has lead to past altercations. Including with Nightmare. All Horror sees is someone taking or damaging his past self. Who the person is is irrelevant in that moment, he will fight until he passes out from exhaustion, or is restrained to the point he can't move. It's an issue he never gets better with, the only thing he hasn't improved on since he's joined Nightmare's gang.

But when it comes to figurative things like forgetting things, including his friends names, his own birthday and most recently, knowledge. Horror typically breaks down, crying, stressing and pulling and scratching at himself. He never uses anything to do this with, just his hands - which are more like claws - he'll scratch his skull crack and eye socket. Sometimes his arms and thighs, scratching until he's called to do something, caught, or until he can't do it anymore.

This isn't as bad as when his physical items are damaged or meddled with. But in some situation can cause him to lose extreme amounts of magic, which visibly appears to be blood. And, in one particularly bad situation he scratched his eye, reducing his already limited vision by 25%.

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But the hardest hitting one was Horror's knowledge. He had been reading a book -one out of Nightmares library - when the words became sort of fuzzy, it wasn't his vision but the words seemed to dance about the page, not in a hallucinatory way. The words just didn't make sense. When he could read a fixed line, it made no sense. This was basic stuff for 'sans'. Integration, Differentiation. Calculus, advanced mathematics, but basic considering he did have a Doctorate in Mathematics. Why were things making sense?

Other books Horror took from the library didn't make sense. Not Math. Not Science. Not Ethics. Nor Philosophy and Law. Sans was a well educated man, he had numerous bachelor degrees, Masters and PhD's. Yet for all those that he had spent years studying, they made no sense. He forgot basic stuff, justice. What is justice? What was 5*5?

The sudden reality of it all crashing down on him. He had taken dozens, nearly even a hundred books from the library, trying to understand things. But ever time he read and didn't understand, he would stress more. He spent no time working out and training. He would skip meals every day, and eventually it became clear, he was growing slightly slimmer and was overall weaker. Not to mention Nightmare had taken note of his missing books.

So naturally he went to check on Horror, as he can't have anyone losing their strength. Horror was a weeping mess on the floor, crying, scratching his eye socket, crack, thighs, arms, eye. Anywhere he could scratch he would cycle between. His crack had grown slightly larger, in fact it was so bad now his left eye socket and crack were less than a centimeter from meeting. He caused a little damage to the eye itself, but not too much. He was looking at about 6 books ranging in topics. Ones Nightmare had never read, he preferred fiction to non-fiction, unless it was history.

Horror's state was horrifying - pun potentially intended - Nightmare had never seen him like that before. Sure he'd seen Horror get violent, but not emotional. It's mainly Dust and Killer who had seen him like this, but it had never been this bad. But Nightmare had felt Horror's negativity. And he had noticed the books missing. So he had some inkling of an idea.

"Quit that. What are you doing?"

Horror whipped his head around to look at Nightmare.

"Wh-whoa Boss. S-sorry I uh- didn't see you there" He scratched the back of his head this time, acting nonchalant, as if there wasn't blood pooling down his face to indicate there was certainly something wrong. "You should really knock heh-"

Nightmare thought. Excuses. That was one thing Horror certainly had left of sans, extremely convenient excuses or distractions from the topic at hand. "You know I can tell when somethings wrong. Not to mention you pick at your wound when you're overwhelmed. Why not at least verbalise your worries to me?"

Nightmare looked down at the ground, where bits of skull lay. It was a shock Horror could literally rips bits of his skull off. It's not easy to rip bone, even if the bone itself is already damaged. Horror makes it look easy. "I can heal your wounds. But I'd rather prevent them. And I can't bring your skull back to its normal state. So I'd rather prevent you from ever picking at it again. How about you speak about it as I clean up?"

Horror felt his wounds heal as Nightmare gently whisked magic over them. His skull wouldn't heal much, if at all. But he was alive. He was embarrassed though. He was a grown man who can't read a book and can barely understand basic maths and general knowledge. "You... won't tell anyone?"

"I'll kill anyone who overhears."

Comforting I suppose. Horror sighed, clutching his knees. "I can't... Read. Nor understand basic arithmetic or knowledge. I even robbed a children's book and I couldn't understand that. It was like... ugh. I have an education. I can't even understand 5*5 and know what a stupid word means... This is so embarrassing." He hid his head in his knees somewhat, talking between his knees with his mouth slightly covered, muffling his words a little, but not significantly.

"I can't read the covers. The images don't make sense. I used to do this for a living and now I can't... even understand what something is. Regardless if I know how to do it. I'm a grown man who can't read. I've tried. I'll never learn."

Nightmare thought for a second, but not too long as not to make Horror think Nightmare believed he was stupid. "Dont be so pessimistic. That's my job." He seemed oddly proud of his role of negativity. Creeping Horror out slightly, Nightmare even when teasing was still creepy. "Why do you wanna learn? You've never expressed an interest in reading since I've known you. A good few years now eh?"

"It's... one of the last things I have of him. Of sans. I can't lose him, I defend every bit about him with my life, and I can't risk losing him. He's my past. My perfect past..." Horror hyperventilated a little, but finished his little speech before it hit too bad. Great, another existential crisis.

"Well, you don't have to. I learnt how to read. Not quite all the... other stuff. That's not my area, but I did learn how to read on my own." Well this was music to Horrors ears, he could barely contain himself as Nightmare described his past. "Yeah I never had a teacher so I had to do it all and... ...was alone... ...helped... ... and yeah. It was hard and I struggled but I did it." Nightmare had spoken for about 5 minutes, Horror registered 25 seconds of it.

"Teach me." Nightmare looked at Horror like he was dumb. "Teach me. I want to learn I can... I can preserve him... Sans. Please."

Nightmare paused. "Fine. But don't see this as an act of kindness. I'm only helping you because you'll be able to read about.. new weapon making. Yeah."

[leohtttbriar]

the sequence of “deadlock” to “thaw” to “tuvix” to “resolutions” is so interesting. a sequence of traumatizing events about: what it means to be intimate with no one but yourself, intimate with fear as a simulated person until you both fade from simulated reality but remain in the material one, and intimate with a merged half such that it's not two halves but one whole--and then with an equal with whom, by position and consequence, no intimacy can be allowed to exist. which i guess is just a different kind of intimacy?

it's like a cycle in which janeway learns she is alone in a fundamental way, making decisions and hard calculations with no other cooks fixing the broth, and while there could be a new and equivalent love, there actually can't. no matter the small acknowledgment, she walks back onto the ship to the start of the cycle, again. sacrifice, fear, choice, sacrifice, fear, choice, sacrifice--

in a meta way, there's an interesting read regarding how mulgrew didn't want janeway and chakotay to get together, and how she was right for it: the first female-captain character of this enormous franchise couldn't be the first to also have an explicit romance with her second-in-command. to be in a specific singular position requires constructing some scaffolding that might not otherwise be needed. in this is the implication that, while other captains would be as lonely as janeway, they might not be quite as actually alone. and it's like how strachey describes queen elizabeth i, forever unmarried, but in the most cunning of ways--prevaricating on committing to the personal, leaning into the tension but never breaking it, pledging only in the quiet so it can't ever be interpreted as contractual, all to retain a hold on centered power. a power which, in many ways in the story, is the ethic driving the crew back across the galaxy and acting as infrastructure for the culture of their unbelievably distant home, through sheer will. it's a kind of compromise of personhood to the position that seems particular to janeway, because of her gender and the fact that she's the highest-ranking officer of a distant culture's diplomatic and governing organization for 70,000 light years.

she has to be aware she's more representative than real at this point. like, it's almost an idea somewhat suggested by her brief duplication and her brief simulation. (and like of course she split tuvix back up--she only thinks now with two bodies instead of one, kathryn and captain, and it's inconceivable these separate persons might genuinely fuse.) the solitude of janeway makes either her insane or, as strachey put it, "a sane woman in a universe of violent maniacs."

[markleessodalite]

NCT Dream as Storm Chasers

content: just a little headcanon about nct dream as storm chasing youtubers :)

warnings: nonidol!dreamies, youtuber!dreamies, obviously talking about severe storms, very brief mentions of destruction but nothing super detailed. this is NOT meant to encourage storm chasing!!!! its an incredibly dangerous activity that should only be left to people who know with 100% certainty what they're doing!

a/n: i wasn't even planning on posting this but literally this entire week we've been having tornadoes in my area (nothing i'm not used to tbh) and that inspired this train of thought... actually lowk surprised that i haven't thought of something like this sooner though considering that storm chasing is one of my special interests and i literally studied meteorology in college lol (there's a timeline not too far off from this one where i become a storm chaser so this is also functioning as a fantasy fulfilment for me)

a/n pt 2: also fun fact the photo i used up here ^^ is from a tornado in Texas in 1997 that's known as the "Dead Man Walking" tornado-- bc the rotation system has two funnels that look like the legs of someone walking (weather is literally so fun)

nct dream who all run a youtube channel to document their storm chasing adventures and share critical information about upcoming severe storms

Jaemin, Jeno, and Chenle who make up the team that’s actually on the ground following the storms. Jaemin because he thinks they’re beautiful and he gets the best pictures and videos. Chenle because he can’t deny he loves a thrill and he’s brave enough to get up close and personal with the storm systems. And Jeno because the other two need at least one cautionary and sane person with them

Renjun and Mark who call themselves the “home base” who are the ones who know how to actually read the weather radars and are connected to radar stations across the country. Mark is the one who guides the ground team on where to travel to and where to stop, helping them maintain a distance that’s close but safe. And Renjun is the one communicating with the broadcast team, providing them with radar imagery and videos taken by the ground team, and translating information into words that can be understood by the general public.

And finally the broadcast team, comprised of Haechan and Jisung. Jisung, who actually doesn’t know much about meteorology compared to the others, is more than happy being the tech guy, making sure the live broadcast runs smoothly and sharing the images and videos provided by Renjun when needed. And Haechan, who is the face of the channel, whose professional yet playful demeanor is adored by regular viewers. Knowing exactly when to joke and when to be serious, he has a special charm that works wonders calming viewers during threats of severe weather.

Nct dream who grow to be the most popular storm chasers on youtube, evolving from a niche genre into a channel whose broadcasts rival the viewership of official news outlets. Nct dream as storm chasers who are known for providing aid to communities that have been damaged by the storms and encouraging their viewers to contribute to funds set up to help these communities. Nct dream who can’t deny the thrill of following tornadoes, wading through floods, enveloping themselves in barrages of hail and lightning, but who focus on the ethics behind storm chasing more than anything: providing information to help communities stay safe.

[psalm22-6]

Source: The Catholic Northwest Progress, 22 October 1920

Written by Rev. Albert Muntsch, S. J., for the Press Bulletin Service of the C. B. of the C. V. Catholic teachers are so often asked why the Church forbids the reading of Hugo’s “Notre Dame de Paris” (The Hunchback of Notre Dame), and of “Les Miserables” that it seems worth while to set forth briefly the reasons of this condemnation. Both works are explicitly condemned, the former in a decree of July 28, 1834, the latter in one of June 20, 1864. Popular opinion ranks both books among the outstanding productions of world-literature. Those who share this view are frequently unable to give any reasonable ground for their admiration. They have heard others speak in glowing terms of the romances and have never formed an opinion based on close reading. Unfortunately, many books which have no literary or artistic value whatever thus achieve a wide reputation which all the opposition of sound criticism cannot restrict to sober limits. [. . .] "Les Miserables," a social romance, begun in 1848, was finished in 1862, and is an indictment against the existing order of society. The work glorifies opposition to the established social order, and though some of the characters are inspired by high ideals, the tendency of the work, as a whole, is revolutionary and unsound. It may be called a great Socialistic epic. There are of course eloquent pages in the book, and the social evils so mercilessly exposed, unfortunately weigh heavily upon large sections of every community. But this does not justify the tenor of the development of the tale. There is not only no need to spread a sentimental halo around an unfortunate mother like Fantine, from whom the first part of the story is named, but it is ethically wrong to do so. A moral transgression is always deserving of censure, and the writer who uses his literary art to ennoble wrongdoing is an enemy to society. His book ought to be branded as evil. As an illustration of the method employed by Hugo to belittle, and even to calumniate, as much as lay in his power, a sacred institution of the Church, we mention the strange and shockingly grotesque picture of religious orders in Part 11, Book 7, of “Les Miserables.” We read: “From the point of view of history, of reason. and of truth, monachism (the religious life), is condemned. . . . Monasteries . . . are detestable in the nineteenth century." In the same paragraph it is said that Italy and Spain are beginning to recover from the curse of monasticism, “thanks to the sane and vigorous hygiene of 1789 (the French Revolution).” The long eulogy of the bishop in the opening chapters of the book make this distorted and calumnious sketch all the more abominable. For unthinking persons may be led to believe that Hugo writes as a loyal son of the Church. No matter how one regards “the Index of Forbidden Books” drawn up by the Church, an unbiased mind will recognize the wisdom of the precautionary measures taken by her to safeguard the spiritual interests of her children. That promiscuous reading of pernicious literature has caused untold harm, no one can deny. A large amount of the irreligiousness of the modern world and the general looseness of morals may be attributed to the vicious productions of the press. Just now the works of Blasco Ibanez are widely advertised “with a great noise of tomtoms and circus paradings,” as one critic has well expressed it. But works like “The Shadow of the Cathedral” sow the seeds of anarchy and discontent among unthinking classes. To banish them from our people, or at least to restrict the sphere of their civil influence, is not an offense against art, but a high form of social service.

[multiheadcanons]

PASS THE MERCENARY ON THE LEFT PON SIDE

aka mercs smoking weed

scout: scout’s threshold before he’s absolutely dysfunctional is half a hit. he can handle a half filled pinch hitter before he’s laying on a floor somewhere greened out. and he hates being greened out. one time he thought he was dying and went to the medic for help because he swore he was dying. the doctor was very professional as scout was going through it; and we’ll give the man the credit where it’s due. because scout was horrified. and there was a very clear moment, as scout emptied the contents of his guts in the infirmary bathroom, as he turned to look at medic; he almost saw god; as the man rubbed his back and gave him a sympathetic smile. when he finally felt sane enough to fall asleep and was sober again he got dogged. hard. scout made a mental note to only go to medic for genuine emergencies. that man cannot be serious.

soldier: if soldier would give weed one chance he would appreciate himself for it. it would give him a strong wall standing between him and his impulses. make him a little lighter, easier to be around. and it’s okay to say soldier is kind of hard to be around! you either have to withstand the absolute space he takes up as a man with a personality or match his absolute freak. and not many people can match his absolute freak. but he is heavily, heavily anti drug. he sneers at spy for his nicotine addiction, anything past liquor he side eyes so hard. he doesn’t like the idea of drugs. of them absolutely ruining you. he likes who he is. he is content with who he is. but if he smoked a blunt… he’d change his tune. at least a little bit.

pyro: pyro’s not smoking weed. but they do have one of those gas mask bongs. it’s pristine from no use; they have no idea why they don’t get rid of it. they just think it’s funny to own, they guess. nobody’s asked about it for them to tell anyone. they’re happy to share it! nobody would want to use that thing more than once. they are also always strapped with a lighter, so if you need one for yourself they’re happy to give it to you!

demo: demo will smoke occasionally. he’s a drinker, that is his depressant of choice. and with weed, there is a fine line of a good crossfade, and being absolutely fucked up. and it’s not fun being fucked up unless everyone else is fucked up too. when he’s fucked up alone he feels like he needs an intervention. but he won’t turn away a puff or two if you offer. then he feels good! nice and airy. more jokey than he already is.

heavy: chatty cathy. oh my god he just wants to talk. someone please talk to him. most everyone will give him an ear because he’s never been so interested in having entire conversations with others. but as they’re so excited because it’s like, oh my god… the heavy weapons guy is talking to me, like came to me to chat��� there comes a point about ten minutes in when the conversation hasn’t slowed down, in fact it begins to turn to deeper, political, philosophical, ethical questions; you go wait… is he high right now? is this how he acts high? and the second they notice, he does. and he’ll pat them on their shoulder, and gives them a genuine “good talk.” and will find his next target to push. sleeps so hard. good dreams.

engineer: he’s got a little bong. smoked more before he was committing active war crimes. he doesn’t really feel an urge to smoke anymore. but, if it’s offered… he’ll join the session. one of those kinds who like to “go for a walk” and come back in a better mood. little more chatty, little more humored… a little dumber! a little more willing to do dumb shit. a little more interested in some of the dumb questions scout and soldier have for him. takes unfavorable results on the chin. more willing to try again, and tries again faster. gets the munchies like a son of a bitch. is making regular trips to the fridge. you start getting suspicious after the third trip to the kitchen.

medic: medic will turn down weed in most cases. and the times he accepts it are seemingly random. but when he accepts it… there’s not much difference in him. maybe he’s quieter? but he just stays in the infirmary. maybe actually catches up on his paperwork. he’s moving slow enough that it’s not nearly as boring as it usually is. makes a couple trips to the kitchen if he’s confident he can sneak it. also sleeps very hard. he just never seems to make it to a bed. eyes get so bloodshot, it’s very easy to tell when doc’s been smoking weed because every conversation is “mhm” “mhm” “oh really” “hm. interesting” until he falls asleep in front of you.

sniper: business as usual. oh yeah, this man is a wake and baker. rides the highs in the morning as he takes the biggest rip out of this nasty ass bong; like it looks like he put coffee in it dirty. watches the sunrise with his bong rip and his coffee, thinks for a moment “yeah… it’s nice being alive, actually.” and then goes and kills people for a living. if he’s having a hard time sleeping, he might smoke again before bed, but it’s not often that happens

spy: spy didn’t start regularly smoking weed until the blu sniper gave him a pack of stuffed cigarettes in an attempt to fuck him up on the field. the kicker is, it made spy feel great. maybe he fudged up a couple of relatively easy trickstabs, or wasn’t cloaking as a precaution and it got him caught, but you know what. he was having a damn good time. actually enjoying his job. and on top of all of that, he was still kicking the blu team’s asses. he asked if snipes could bring him another pack sometime. he’s happy to pay.

[sharkysharkk]

~ ~ "Wolf in Sheep's Skin" ~ ~

Ship: MorningStar!Ithaqua x Opsession!(Simp)Reader Notice -> Opsession (! Warning !) Request from: anonymous --------------------------------

So delicate, so beautiful. The white of her visible wrapped in gloom. Her black perfect and her red flattering. Being the king's one, sweetest sheep meant so much. For those other, abandoned black sheep.

So many stares, so many eyes directed mainly at her. On her beauty, on her fidelity and loyalty to her one, beloved. It is he who has chosen her, it is she who will become his queen. She is the one who will sit beside him on the throne. Come to think of it, she would have preferred his lap, but it not was ethical and polite enough to tempt the king in front of the people in such a noticeable and blasphemous manner for such a pure being, which she was.

Queen (Name) MorningStar. Doesn't that sound great?

The clock had already struck midnight. The ball on the occasion of the annual celebration of the liberation of the kingdom from the wicked paws of the former king continued in a good, elegant and quite danceable atmosphere. King Helel spoke to the highest nobility, those who had his favour, his trust. It was just a pity that there had to be so many debauched women among them.

In times such as these, many nobles and highly placed families only dreamed that their daughters could marry such a highly placed person as the King himself would be. Each dressed in a beautiful gown, ornate red, black or gold. Thinking and dreaming of being singled out for praise from the ruler. However, these colours were nothing compared to who King Helel would most like to see them on. Others might have such gowns, waists painfully compressed in ornate corsets. The necklines modestly naughtily, poorly covered. However, he was not attracted to it, for his mind and heart had long since been occupied, his one and only. His lamb, clad in black and red, whom every day and night he longed to see on his bed, in the rich silks of an immaculate bedroom. To wake up beside her and fall asleep with her in his arms as she hummed softly by his ear, stroking his head, playing with his soft long hair.

Her body, so soft, so delicate. The slightest touch of his left a mark. A symbol of his ownership, his possession. (Name) was his alone. He would do anything for her, even if it was to burn the whole cursed kingdom to ashes that the wind would blow away in a few hours.

Yet he hid so much from her, so many of his mind-sick desires of what he could do to her. To love her beyond the limits of common sense. However, he didn't want to hurt her. Not the woman who kept him sane, for whom he sacrifices himself so much by suppressing the monster inside him, who, day by day, wanted out more and more.

- My King, is the King enjoying himself? You have not danced with any of the willing girls even once. Is everything all right my King? - An elderly woman asked. A noblewoman, mother of three beautiful daughters who stood by her side. Desiring the attention, the attentions of their ruler. After all, at every ball, ceremony. The first dance, and that still with the King himself, was an extremely coveted experience for every young maiden.

- Thank you for your concern, Miss Feralled. But please don't bother with me. My first dance of this year's ball will not escape at all. - Helel said. Only for a moment looking into the face of the older woman. Immediately noticing the gazes of her three daughters on himself.

It didn't take words for him to already know what they wanted. However, he didn't want it with any of them. His gaze wandered around the room, searching for her. His future queen. His sheep like a shepherd lost in the thick of a lush clearing, looking for his one white sheep.

Until he finally found her. Come to think of it, he noticed immediately that she was nervous. Ohh my (Name)...who dared to jerk your nerves? What has happened? He thought, moving from his seat. Come on immediately stopped.

- King, I do not dare to question your resolve, but would not the King wish to capture one of my daughters for his first dance of this ball? - The older woman asked again. Stopping the King, herself clearly desperate to give her daughters away to someone so highly placed.

- Forgive me Madam, but no matter how beautiful they may be, none will be as beautiful as my wife.... - Threw Helel quickly, then disappearing into the crowd of people as quickly as possible. He heard these sighs of pure of disappointment and disbelief. After all, what wife? He gave no verdict or anything about it, no word about the girl he wanted and loved. And this was purely out of her own free will, she was the one who wanted to remain secret, but why? He didn't know that either. Though he cared little that they would now whisper. About his supposed wife. Some will believe, others will think it is a lie. But let them think what they want. No one will stand on his head as long as he is not stupid and empty.

It didn't take long for him to grab his forearm. Receiving a rather surprising reaction from her. When she jerked at him, she didn't notice it was him.

- Let me go you- H-Helel? - She quickly lowered her voice, though not fast enough to avoid receiving a slight surprised look from Helel. Even despite his ornate mask, she could still sense his eyes on her.

- Come with me (Name), we need to talk. - He said calmly, however, not giving you too much to talk about before he pulled (Name) into the hallway. With each step, you moved further and further away from the ballroom and the crowd of people enjoying themselves. Entering a balcony terrace, one of many, come this one overlooking the royal gardens.

- My lamb...who dared to upset you? - He asked, his gaze wandering over her body. She was dressed in a beautiful obsidian black gown with gold lace stitched around her waist gently compressed by a corset he had commissioned a royal seamstress to sew for her. Her shoulders gently uncovered, her bust gently visible. Her neck adorned with rich and most expensive jewels, the same as those of his bonnet, come at her as a beautiful necklace.

He was looking for inconvenience, injury and uncleanliness. It was as if he was afraid someone had touched her and he wasn't around. That thought. The thought of someone touching her in even the most delicate way. It stirred the heat in him. The anger and fury that boiled inside him.

- Helel, darling I'm not upset...let's go back to the ball - She tried to defend herself. Though she knew that her future husband knew her all too well not to catch that. He himself used lies constantly, he was good at it. And yet he was always just honest with her.

- Bollocks. You lie my lamb, your eyes, your mouth...your posture and the blood staining your cheek, say otherwise. - He said with seriousness, reaching up to touch her cheek. The blood stain staining his beloved's cheek, made him furrow his brow in the anger he felt. And as soon as she tried to grab his wrist faster to stop him, after her eyes widened. It was he who caught her.

His long slender fingers, clad in the rough but in their own way pleasant material of the glove came into contact with the skin of her tiny wrist. Which he entwined like a snake, holding it in his grasp. (Name) gasped at the movement, looking down at his hand on her wrist, and the fact that he was trapping her between himself and the marble railing didn't help. So that she didn't feel her whole body ignite in that certain needy way.

It was then that he gently touched her cheek, and instant relief enveloped him. The blood was not hers, the wound was not hers, but why the scarlet on her person?

- Will you explain yourself my dearest? Why the scarlet put on your precious skin? - He asked, tilting his head to the side to watch her carefully. She, on the other hand, averted her gaze, unwilling to say what acts she had gone to. No matter how sure she was that her King would get it out of her anyway.

- Who did you stab dearest? - He asked directly, with a slight smile appearing more and more. Watching her reactions, her one moment relaxed and the next tense body and wide eyes.

- I didn't kill anyone, I- Ahh! - Her explanation interrupted by her own squeak as he picked her up and seated her on the wall, holding one of both her legs in his strong grasp. His fingers lightly dug into her delicate but oh-so-tempting thigh skin below behind her knee, causing him to lift her leg at the level of his hip. Now only her dress covered what only he should be able to see in their bedroom. However, apart from that just at her thigh, the buckled leather belt with the dagger secured remained. As her skin and there gently stained in the blood of this or that which the blade of her dagger had caught.

- My lamb changes a predatory wolf, hm?~ Ohh darling, when you said you'd even kill someone for me I didn't think such a fragile beloved would go to such sinful acts... - His smile grew with every word as he only noticed it much more now. That tiny hidden monster in her innocent and lovely nature. Someone who would kill for another person instead of burning.

Her gaze, previously so innocent and so covered in ignorance of her own actions. But now enveloped in a kind of pride, a confidence that what she had done was right. Even if against the rules of heaven after death.

- I have no regrets, no one or no one will speak of you as their own in front of me. - She replied in the end. And seeing his smile she smiled too. Again in that innocent way of hers which is now dangerous.

- My one and only, my dearest one began to flatter what I was hiding from you. I did not think that you too, my lamb, would follow in the footsteps of your shepherd. From the bloody path to the crossroads of your greatest sinful desires... - He whispered, leaning over her. As she reached with her free hand for his mask, which was now the only barrier in the midst of their promised first dance.

- It's okay (Name), your king, your shepherd will cleanse you of the wicked blood, the victim of your sweet obsession ~ -

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Once again, from the bottom of my heart I want to apologise to this certain person for waiting so long for her order. I APOLOGISE! T wT I've had a lot going on at my place over the time and I hope you're not offended or angry with me for making you wait so long for this.... Thank you for reading!

[the-aleator]

endeavour musings

Featuring: Fred Thursday's Traumatic Backstory and the War

In "Rocket" (s1e3), in the second half of the episode, we get the discovery of the rocket guidance schematics in Lenny Frost's pocket, which Thursday notices, looks at, and goes "huh" eyebrow. Then we get another scene with Dr Volk, our very German engineer, who Morse questions about the source of the documents, and Thursday...has other questions in mind.

THURSDAY: "Volk, What's that? German, is it? Worked long at British Imperial?" VOLK: "18 years." THURSDAY: "When would that be? Early '47? [switches to German] Where were you before? Kiel, Peenemunde, Nordhausen?" VOLK: [German] "I was a young Engineer. It was a long time ago." THURSDAY: "Yeah. [German] But some of us have a good memory."

The triple layer of conversation (yay! intertextuality) going on here is brilliant: Morse is looking confused, from one to the other, Thursday is using fluent German to confront Volk over the War (on his own territory, so to speak), and Volk is hugely on the defensive.

I'm pretty sure Volk uses the word "Zeit" when he says it was a long time ago, implying that that's both ancient history and also nothing to do with him, and Thursday rebuts him that he has a "good memory." Also, I wish had the screenshots for the venom on Thursday's face.

MORSE: What was that all about? THURSDAY: It was him and a load more like him flattened my street. MORSE: I'm sure it wasn't personal. THURSDAY: Wasn't it? You're too young to remember.

Then Thursday accuses of him excusing Vexin because she's a "looker" and in return Morse accuses him of him being xenophobic, ("I based it more on the fact that she isn't German") and then sort of apologises, with a reluctant, "Sir."

There are a lot of implications here to tease out. The first being that many German scientists were transported, mostly to the US, but some to the UK, (Operation Paperclip) regardless of what they may or may not have done during the war. Even at the time, the ethical implications of that were...messy. It's pretty clear that what's Thursday is accusing Volk of. Then the list of places: 1. Kiel, which was a major port for the Kriegsmarine, had a bunker to build and repair u-boats 2. Peenemunde, which was a factory for V-1 missiles until 1943 and a German testing facility and factory for both the V-2 and the Wasserfall missile. 3. Nordhausen, which was a factory for the V-2 missiles.

Kiel and Peenemunde used forced labor of POWs.

But Nordhausen was an offshoot of Mittelbau-Dora and was specifically built to be a V-2 factory fueled by the concentration camp. An estimated 60,000 people passed through the camp, although the precise number of people who died isn't possible to determine, but figures range from 15,000 up to 25,000.

Volk's response is to deny responsibility based on his age, just as, interestingly, Thursday absolves Morse of responsibility of remembering or understanding because "he's too young."

Thursday says that it's personal because Volk / German engineers flattened his street, but there's something more to it:

THURSDAY to GULL: "Oh, I've looked into the eyes of far worse than you. People who've committed real atrocities. And they were sane. Next to them, you're nothing more than a third-rate freak show. A bearded lady with glue running down her chin." (Fugue, S1E2, my emphasis)

Justice is a personal thing for Thursday, as in, it's about the individual (unlike Morse, "The truth will be buried"), it's Thursday who rejects with force the idea that Olive Rix is a "gold-digger," to Henry Bloom Sr. ("She might not have had the best start in life, but at the time she went missing, she was working hard to make something of herself.") It's hard not to hear Thursday himself in that sentence. The implications buried here, I think, are that Thursday, as a sergeant with the Eighth Army, who speaks fluent German, probably did liberate, or participate in the liberation of a concentration camp. Which: queue more traumatic backstory for Thursday. I think one of the things that the interchange with Volk shows is that Thursday has long learned the lesson, for himself, personally, that justice doesn't always happen. He can't do anything about Volk: all he can do is remember what happened. And thus, MORSE: "That's not enough." THURSDAY: "Sometimes it has to be. Not every question gets an answer. Learning to live with that is the hardest lesson there is." The whole of Morseverse in two lines of dialogue.

[altocat]

Do you think Sane Sephiorth knew how to be manipulative like he was in OG?

Sane!Sephiroth has the brains and cunning to manipulate, but none of the drive or desire to. If anything, he is rigidly blunt and hates lying even for his own gain. Sephiroth is a complex person after all the carnage and bloodshed he's caused in the war, but he does value a sense of ethics and morality. He tries to be a decent person, despite his lot in life. So he would not manipulate someone, nor would he ever feel the need to. The man is doing his best.

...Post Nibelheim Sephiroth no longer has any desire to play by the rules. He doesn't care who he hurts so long as he gets what he wants.

[rowena-rain]

Harry/Tom/Harry sandwich?

Also:

Anonymous asked: thank you for the tag on the wip game post! endlessly curious about the harry/tom/harry sandwich wip, would love to hear more!!

@sri-verse asked: Harry/Tom/Harry sandwich if you may? Because I am always hungry for those😁

GUYS. This might be the single most unhinged thing I've ever written, and I am so excited/nervous to share it! It will be posted very soon as part of Captivous. (It's technically completed already, but I'll probably release in parts because I'm an engagement whore.)

I guess if you want a taste of how unhinged this is, I can share a sneak-peek of the tags. Although I also think it could be fun to read going in blind without reading the tags (only if you're, ya know, not easily triggered or squicked!).

Call it Stockholm Syndrome. Call it Tom Riddle’s Harry Potter Obsession. Call it Harry Potter and Tom Riddle’s Codependency. Call it whatever you want. The red string of fate stretches across decades, across timelines, Horcrux or not. All the versions of you. The versions of him. It doesn’t matter. You’re all knotted up together so badly, you can never be untangled. And maybe if you’re honest with yourself for once, you don’t really want to be.

A/N and Tags Preview below the break!

Additional Tags: Angst, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Underage Sex (15), Dubious Consent, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Kidnapping, Captive Tom Riddle, Time Travel, Minor Harry/OMC (plot device only), Minor Major Character Death (not in the timeline that matters!), Threesome - M/M/M, Self-cest, False accusation of sexual abuse, Implied/Referenced Childhood Sexual Abuse (not between main pairing), Manipulative Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle is a Little Shit, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Harry Potter is So Done, Harry’s Still Harry (just making some very morally questionable decisions), First Time, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Collars, Punching Yourself as Foreplay, Choking, Of both the sexual and nonsexual varieties, Double Blow Job, Come Sharing, Comeplay, Rimming, Edging, Begging, Double Anal Penetration, Double Penetration in One Hole, Anal Gaping, Light Masochism, Implied Pseudo-Incest, Is it Suicidal Behavior or Attempted Self-Murder?, Codependency, Trauma, Healing, Self-Love, (It's a work in progress), freak4freak4freak, Porn with Plot and Feelings, Baby dark lords can have little a double-servings of Harry as a treat, Captivous 2025

On today’s episode of Rowena Rain writes extremely kinky porn laced with heavy plot and enough feelings to make Brené Brown proud* (maybe?? If you’re out there, Brené, I love you, I’m sorry, please don’t read this)… Yeah. This one’s a lot—of everything. Mind the tags (or just raw dog it if you’re feeling brave). The dove isn’t dead, but awful things happen to doves who meddle with time, or whatever Hermione said. Rated E for Everyone’s Making Terrible Decisions Including the Author. (Harry’s not dark in this—he’s just tired, traumatized, and a bit ethically compromised :)) Yes, it's in second person POV**. I know, I know—I used to hate it, too. BUT! I promise this is NOT a "y/n" or reader-insert thing (no judgment if that's your thing). It's just the POV the story wanted to be in. I don’t make the rules. So maybe give it a shot anyway?

*Brené Brown was not consulted in the making of this fic and likely would not endorse the therapeutic value of DP’ing a narcissist with yourself, but we thank her for her service anyway. **And! Second person is actually super useful for m/m/m threesomes, self-cest, and any kind of gay smut where you don't want to have to repeat people's names 5000 times to clarify who's who. Or worse, having to say shit like "the raven-haired man" (that wouldn't even help in this case lol). So if you're a writer, consider joining our cult movement today! We have free... smut. (I mean, so does everyone else, but we do, too.)

[respectthepetty]

I still feel bad for Top.

And . . . I think he is the only sane one of the group.

Mew - When Top slept with Boston again, no matter how much Top wanted to be Mew's boyfriend, Mew had Top down in the "just talking" stage, so he didn't cheat. Boston even pointed this out. Also, Mew wasn't upset that he has sex, but instead he was upset that it was with Boston.

Boston - Top always has to fight off Boston or give in to him and even he told Boston in the elevator that he is tired of fighting off Boston while Boston told Ray he is just greedy for Top.

Nick - He recorded both Boston and Top having sex, then told Top to leave Boston alone (the audacity). Top even warned Nick that Boston was trash pero Nicolas no le importa.

Sand - Top has tried to let the past stay in the past both times he has encountered Sand in the wild, but Sand has gone left both times and Top has matched his energy. He even tried to get Sand to call a truce, but instead, Sand stole the sex tape off of Nick's phone and gave it to Ray.

Ray - Top knows Ray is in love with Mew, which is partially the reason that Ray hates Top, but I don't know if Ray didn't spill the beans about the sex tape at the party in front of everyone because Mew already knew or because Ray has some level of ethics that these other people lack. Either way, this is why he is my #1.

Chueam - This is a me thing, but homegirl is really strange about Top. She always talks about him being top-tier TO HIS FACE and mentioned Mew losing his virginity to a top-tier guy one too many times for my liking.

YET NONE OF THIS IS EVEN ABOUT TOP!

Top is not seen as a person to any of these people and is a pawn in Boston and Mew's weird competition with each other. We done been knowing this isn't about Top.

This is about Top being the prize trophy in this toxic ass friendship!

Mew doesn't like Top. He likes the idea of Top. Because instead of making the sex about Top, Mew makes it about Boston.

Mew and Boston are two sides of the same damn coin!

Look at Top's face with both of them. He can't wrap his brain around the mental gymnastics these two are doing in order to make everything about each other. Which is why they have continued to use Top as a prop in their Toxic Ass Friends Olympics.

Then, insert Nick and Sand.

Nick is so obsessed with Boston that he Jolene-ed Top which is humorous since Top doesn't understand why anyone would openly want Boston. And Sand is so obsessed with avenging his broken heart (which is ironic that he told Ray to focus on him instead of Mew, yet this shit all went down because Sand was so focused on his EX CHEATING ON HIM that he dragged Ray into his plot for revenge!) that he won't let the past stay dead and buried, but instead decides to walk it around like a pet zombie.

Ray, even though he is in love with Mew, is the only one who got this right.

Top isn't a prize.

He isn't a cheater.

He isn't just a body for sex.

He isn't the villain.

He isn't a pawn.

He isn't a Jolene.

He is an asshole.

Surrounded by a bunch of fucking dicks.

And they all want a piece of him.