#more seances cannot hurt!

[namelessgakusei]

Beloved

Mark Grayson x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of bullying, death

Notes: Of all the characters, Mark came haunting my brain for my birthday fic. It was supposed to be a Housamo fic dang it dang it! Inspired by Vivinos' "Beloved". Never beating the ViviMeng x Invincible allegations.

Synopsis: During the Invincible War, a certain variant couldn't bring himself to do what he wanted.

"I would run, I would fly, if you come into my heart."

He still remembers you.

Even after the tragedy, bloodshed, and loss; Mark can still remember you as clearly as yesterday's memory. You were like a butterfly, beautiful and free, even after going through so much change in your life.

You met when you reported the bullying he faces one day, as a transfer student who didn't know any better. Despite the staff not doing anything, you still helped him even after the peers around him continued the treatment. He remembers that you started carrying around a first aid kit after a few weeks, not for you, no, it's for him. While the other students left you alone for your stubborn behavior, the same cannot be said for him, which ends up with more injuries on his body whenever you two run to each other in the halls.

Mark didn't understand why you kept sticking around him even after knowing his situation, but you just smiled and treated his cuts when he brought up the topic. You went out of your way to care for him, protect him, and his suspicions about you slowly disappeared. He even had the gall to think of you two as friends as he slyly tries to know more about you to return the favor.

You were his only friend. The one who took the time to get to know him. The only one who truly saw him as Mark.

With your blinding smile and infectious personality, you were like the first rays of warm sunlight after years within the cold and damp embrace of rain. And he can't get enough of this light.

This is the first time he felt such warmth in such a long time. The first time where he could enjoy life as it is. The first time he had so much fun that he went home with a smile, something that even shocked his mom, prompting curious questions from his parents.

That's how they got to know you.

Debbie was proud of him for finally making a friend, and Nolan nodded in approval, before asking to get you over for dinner. This led to him shyly asking you to come over, before following up that it's alright if you didn't want to. But you agreed, flashing him a smile that made his chest hurt, before going over to your next class. As for Mark, he was ecstatic, you'd come over!

The dinner wasn't the only thing that happened that night. While his parents were a bit too invasive with their questions, you didn't mind, answering it truthfully with such confidence. But the embarrassment caught up to Mark pretty quickly, that he excused both of you to his room, before apologizing for what happened. You assured him that it's fine, and the two of you holed up in his room for the remainder of the night, having decided to sleep over due to how late it was.

Mark remembers that night. How the two of you stayed up to talk about just about anything: Seance Dog, superheroes, the new comic book shop by the alley, subjects you were sure you'll fail. And somehow, the conversation steered to Mark asking why you still stuck with him after everything.

He wasn't listening to your reply, too focused on how the faint light of his desk lamp shines behind your silhouette, outlining your features within the shadows. God, he wanted to risk it all that night. Mark leaned in before he knew it, pressing a chaste kiss over your lips while his hand goes over yours.

It was a short lived moment where regret immediately sank it and would've eaten him alive if not for your reciprocation, chasing over his own lips after he pulled away. With a kiss shared in the dark, you confessed that you liked him too. Mark thought that he could die happy that night.

He should've. He shouldn't have done that.

Someone was watching that night.

Not long after you two started dating, his powers awakened. Mark rushed to you the moment he could control his flight better, before bringing you to a tour in the sky, feeling accomplished upon seeing your amazement while you clung to him. He can be a hero like in the comics he'd read! He can be your knight, and you can be the damsel this time around. He won't be the weak boy you once protected anymore. You won't have to worry about him anymore.

That's why he was enthusiastic to join the Global Defense Agency, so he could further cement his dream. As an official hero, you'll definitely see him as someone who is strong enough to finally stand side-by-side with you. But you said that he doesn't need to be a hero to be one. You said that having him return to you safely is enough. Mark doesn't understand your worries. Can't you see? He's more than capable now! Nevermind a few more bruises and injuries! He's Invincible!

He can do anything, as long as you're by his side.

He's strong now, after all.

Then why... when his father turned on humanity, why couldn't he do anything? Betrayed by the person he looks up to the most, the one who taught him everything he knew, the one whom he thought would give his blessings should you and Mark get married one day, Invincible couldn't do anything but lay down on the ground, half-beaten to death. Nolan continued his preach about the inferiority of humans, but Mark couldn't care less. With the most powerful hero going rogue, he could only think about your safety at the moment. If his father, no, Nolan, goes on a rampage, you and his mom would be in danger.

He needed to go home.

Omni-Man must've heard him call out your name in a broken cry, as he procured a body from underneath the rubble around them, courtesy of his earlier actions. The sight made Mark choke a scream and a sob, but the older man looming above his defeated state showed no such expression, only lecturing him about the superiority of Viltrumites over measly, primitive monkeys.

Nolan dropped your mangled corpse in front of Mark.

Everything went black after that. Mark doesn't remember what happened, or how much time had passed. All he knew was when he came into, he was clutching your body like a lifeline, muttering apologies as he broke down, all while his father lay dead on the ground.

Humanity hailed him as a savior. He became the hero he wanted to be, defeated the villain and saved Earth, but at what cost? His whole reason for doing all of this is now gone. Mark couldn't even go to your funeral because he knew he won't be able to let go of the casket as it lowered to the ground.

He tried to move on, he really did! His mom even helped him! But no matter how many times he gets into a relationship, your battered face haunts him whenever he looks up, replaying the memory of your body falling from above.

Mark breaks a little every time it happens.

He wallowed in his sadness for years, replaying every moment in his life where the both of you were happy, where you two were just ordinary students unaffiliated with hero work. If he closes his eyes, he could still imagine you from all those years ago, laughing and having fun with him; it's an idyllic life that he has no right to experience anymore. Not when you're already gone.

It was his desperation that drove him to accept Angstrom's offer. The promise of having you again sparked life back in his body. You're alive out there, somewhere in another universe, and if he does his end of the deal, you'll come back to his arms. You'll be together again.

He won't have to be alone anymore.

It was almost ridiculous how easy he found you on the first day, just minutes before the actual chaos started. You turn to him with recognition in your eyes, calling his name and smiling just like how he remembers it. Ah, Mark wants to cry.

What is he doing, trying to snatch you away from your happiness? Why is he here? To destroy your world and force you to love the one responsible for it? No, he won't cause you any more pain. This time, he'll protect you.

"You should go home. Find mom and get out of the city."

He didn't elaborate further, only giving you a vague explanation about a villain attack about to happen. You left, confused, but followed his advice nonetheless.

And as he stares at your disappearing figure, he lets this butterfly fly past.

[vibratingskull]

···—–—⚜ Game of Love Part 1 ⚜—–—···

Thrawn x F!reader

You are hiding the results of your husband's last temper tantrum when your superior and friend, Grand Admiral Thrawn, invites you for dinner tonight!

Tags: Domestic violence, cheating, treachery, revenge, reader is married, smut, cunni, p in v, creampie, fluff, love declaration, regret

You sigh, patting your eye with your makeup sponge for a bit of touch-up. 

Right above you, the light of the women’s bathroom flickers several times before stabilizing. Sometimes you wonder if the Chimaera still has enough components to replace those, after 7 years, the stock must be down by now. 

You lower your gaze on your makeup. Soon, you will lack this too. You managed it for many years, but you’re almost completely out of products now. 

You wonder if he will stop when you cannot hide the results of his temper. 

Probably not. 

He will surely aim lower like your ribs and stomach... 

You sigh at yourself. You should not think like that. It is just a rough path for both of you. He isn’t mean or bad, you know deep down he isn’t. 

Who would not lash out at getting exiled to an inhospitable planet for 7 years without rescue or escape prospects?  You used to lash out too yourself, just differently. 

You used to drink until you blacked out in the evenings after one or two years, when the realization that you were stuck really settled in. Your husband, Wescon, held on to his morals and ethics; he did not succumb to the temptation and tried many, many times to help you, trying to monitor your intake or hide bottles from you. 

It took sitting down with him and Grand Admiral Thrawn for you to realize you were hurting yourself, the crew, and your children. 

The simple fact that the Grand Admiral agreed to intervene was a testimony of how deep you ended up in the hole, and you needed both men to climb out. Despite your depravity, your dear husband did not leave you or the kids and stayed by your side! 

Now, it is your husband’s turn to be in distress and your occasion to pay back! No matter what happens, your love will call him back to reason like he did for you! 

You examine your eye. It is not perfect; you cannot apply a full layer to conserve your makeup a little longer, but it gets the job done if you do not look too closely. 

You check your chrono and hurriedly close back the makeup lid. It is your turn to supervise the children’s dojo session, and you have slipped away long enough by now. You reenter the dojo, where the 15 children are training with tonfas, learning the basis of close combat. Someone proposed to teach them firearms, but Grand Admiral Thrawn firmly opposed that idea, to your relief. They are all way too young to learn to use such deadly weapons, you would faint if you saw your daughter with a rifle in her hands!  

But Grand Admiral Thrawn is a reasonable man and a wise leader, he would not permit children to manipulate rifles. 

You lay against the wall, arms crossed, observing the kids training with attention. The officer teaching them, your friend Damave, walks around the pairs, repositioning their arm on the correct stance or commenting on their speed of execution, teaching them with all the patience she holds. 

“Mum! Mum!” You hear. 

Your eyes travel the white dojo until you see your daughter, Irimea, waving at you energetically, having lost all interest in her training partner, who looks at her with their shoulders low. You smile back at her with a small wave of the hand before gesturing for her to resume the seance. 

“Their close combat level gets better and better each passing day.” A deep and melodious voice suddenly speaks next to you, making you jump out of your skin. 

“Maker, Grand Admiral! We all already told you not to sneak up on someone like that!” You reprimand him, momentarily forgetting he is your superior. 

He simply chuckles, shaking his head slightly. 

“I recall you told me, indeed. And I recall telling you to be more aware of your surroundings, Officer (F/n).”  

You press your lips in a thin line at his retort, but don’t add anything. You both look at the children, making sure none of them hurt themself. 

“Why are you here, Grand Admiral?” You finally ask, turning your head to him. 

“To observe the progress of my pupils.” He says, his eyes focused on the little ones. 

You grin. 

After 7 years on Peridea, couples formed and babies were born. Enough to make a small class now. And all the parents had the same idea: Asking the Grand Admiral to be the baby’s Godfather. He graciously accepted every baby, coming to visit them and the mothers in the Med bay. He keeps tabs on every child roaming his ISD, making sure they aren’t lost when he crosses paths with one in the never-ending corridors of the Chimaera, sometimes guiding them back to their parents’ cabin himself. 

He knows them all on a first-name basis, and they look at him with stars and respect in their eyes. You know that if something ever happens to you, your children will be safe with him. 

It is a certainty. 

“And I came to give you this back.” He turns to you, taking a little book from behind his back to hand to you. 

“My poetry collection!” You exclaim. 

“Thank you for lending it to me once again.” 

How many times did you lend him this little book? A lot of time. His interest lies in art, but yours lies in poetry. He took an interest in it when you met, asking you for recommendations and your favorite authors to read in his free time. 

Now that you are stuck on Peridea, you only have the three collections you had in your cabin beforehand, and you keep lending them to him in a rotation. He does not appear bored by them and keeps asking for them from time to time. 

“Which ones do you prefer?” You ask, smiling, leafing through the little book. 

“Your favorites.” He simply responds, gazing back at the kids. 

You raise an eyebrow at him.  

“Reading your favorites helps appease my mind and bring peace to my heart. It helps me feel a little bit at home.” 

You eyeball him suspiciously before it hits you. 

“Oh, you are mocking me!” You laugh, nudging him, “I believed you for a second!” 

He turns his head to you, a strange shimmer in his gaze as he details your laughing face, almost like he is pained or disappointed. 

Your laugh dies in a long sigh, but his gaze remains on you for a split second more before fully turning to the kids, the subtle expression long gone in favor of his usual detached mask. 

“All right, Children. That is enough for today.” He softly speaks but the effect is immediate. 

All the kids stop, turning towards the Grand Admiral, and as one single being, they rush to him to circle and swarm him, completely trusting the Chiss. He observes the sea of little ones moving all around him, trying to take his hand to hold it or to receive his gentle attention. 

You smile fondly as he kneels down to speak with them at their level, when Damave approaches you, relieved that it is over. 

“How are you, girl?” She asks joyfully if not a bit tired. 

“Pretty good, do you still spare with Wescon tonight?” 

“After I handed his ass to him? You bet he wants a rematch!” She smiles, flashing her teeth. “You’ll have the kiddos for yourself tonight!” 

“I have them every night, you are just depriving me of my husband.” You respond with a lopsided grin. 

“My bad! But his techniques are terrible, he needs a tutor urgently!” She sniggers. 

“I mean...” Your gaze falls back on Thrawn discussing with the kiddos, “I could ask Grand Admiral Thrawn to give him some lessons?”  

She purses her lips, thinking. 

“Grand Admiral Thrawn would probably kill him inadvertently.” 

“Hey!” You slap her shoulder playfully, “My husband is not THAT bad!” 

“Clearly you have not seen him train lately!” She retorts with a grin. 

You both laugh along when Thrawn stands back on his feet to join you once again as the children scatter to the communal showers. 

“Officer (Y/n), I thought about inviting you for dinner tonight at my suite.” He aloofly announces, his hands clasped behind his back. 

You smile, it has been a while since he invited your family to dinner; he used to do that almost monthly before. But his Grand Admiral duties and keeping the Chimaera alive took up a lot of his time for years. 

“I would love to, Grand Admiral. But Wescon will train with Damave tonight, I need to watch the children, I am sorry.” 

Grand Admiral Thrawn turns his head towards Damave. His eyes seem to emit a strange glow for a split second before coming back to you. 

“This is not a problem, I would be delighted to host your two children with you, they are my pupils and it would please me to catch up with them.” 

“Oh...” You turn to Damave, who shrugs, “I will gladly accept then. I think it would please them to spend some privileged time with you.” You frankly nod to Thrawn. 

Your single mom’s evening magically transformed into an elegant soiree with your Grand Admiral and friend. 

He slightly grins, bowing his head slightly. 

“Every moment with your children is a privilege.” 

You badly refrain a laugh. 

“Now, come on, Grand Admiral. Those two are little monsters!” 

“Possible, my statement is no less true. I await you around 9 pm.” 

He bows his head to you and Damave and takes his leave, allowing you to go help the kids dry and dress back for the rest of their day. 

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You knock at the door, Irimea holding the fabric of your dress while you hold your 2-year-old son, Hardean, in your arms. Irimea appears really excited to spend some time with the Grand Admiral and cannot stay still. 

“Irimea, I trust you to behave yourself okay? The Grand admiral has been nice enough to invite us to dine, I do not want you to make a mess in his private suite!” 

She doesn’t even respond and starts knocking repeatedly on the door. Visibly the Grand Admiral is too slow for her taste. You disapprovingly grab her hand when the door slides open to let Thrawn appear. 

“Right on time, Commander. Welco-” The Grand Admiral doesn’t have the time to finish his sentence, Irimea throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around his leg to hug him tight. 

“Thrawn!” She shouts happily, grabbing the hem of his jacket. 

You internally cringe. She did not last a second to be incredibly impolite and misbehave. 

“Irimea!” You berate her. 

The Grand Admiral chuckles, his large hand caressing the top of your daughter’s head. 

“Good evening Miss Irimea, you seem in a good spirit tonight.” 

“I am happy to see you!” She grins with all her teeth, grabbing his hand to hold him. 

“I am happy to see you too, miss. Please enter, Commander, the table is set and dinner is ready.” 

You nod thankfully and enter the suite. The room is dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere while the notes of soft music play in the background, the scent of Peridea’s spices floating in the air. 

The door closes behind you, and Thrawn takes your hand to kiss it gentlemanly. 

“I am pleased to see you tonight, (Y/n),” He says, dropping the ranks now that you are in private, “It has been a long time since we spent some time together.” 

You feel your cheek burning at this contact, your old crush coming back full force. 

“Yes, it has.” You embarrassingly laugh, “But you are a busy man, it was inevitable.” 

You gulp, feeling your heart go into a frenzy as his lips brush the back of your hand. You always had a crush on your old friend, admiring him from afar, daydreaming about him during your shifts. But you had to be realistic, he is married to his job. 

So you found another man, married him, and founded a family with him. 

But your crush on Thrawn did not disappear; if anything, it worsened. Especially since your exile on Peridea. Before that, Thrawn only had to be a good tactician and military leader, but after the exile, he had to endorse the role of savior and guardian to every life in the Chimaera. 

And he started to shine brighter and brighter in your eyes. 

But you are married and in love with someone else now. Usually, Wescon was here during those dinners and soirees, helping you keep a cool head and remembering who was wearing the matching ring on your finger. 

But tonight you will have to keep your cool all alone... 

It’s not like any occasion would appear! Thrawn sees you as a friend and values you as such, he would not betray both of your trusts like that. 

“Indeed. But I should spare you more time.” He counters, “You are ravishing tonight, (Y/n). I thank you for taking the time to doll yourself up for me, you did not have to.” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just an old dress and cheap makeup.” You temper with a smile. 

“Well, if this is a cheap look for you, I cannot start to imagine your beauty with good quality clothes and make-up. It must be a sight to witness. Wescon is a very lucky man.” 

You are about to respond when Irimea interjects, indignant. 

“Am I not beautiful too?! My dress can spin!” And to prove her point, she starts spinning her hips to show off her dress. 

Thrawn paternally smiles at her, gently squeezing her hand. 

“Indeed, you are, Miss. You must have a lot of success with your comrades: do not take advantage of their smitten hearts.” 

Irimea grins smugly, still not releasing his hand from her grip. Thrawn raises back his gaze to meet your son’s. He delicately caresses his hair, cautious of his fragility. 

“How are you, little sir? You grew a lot lately.” 

Haradean seems split between the desire to lean into the warmth of Thrawn’s palm and to hide his face from those burning red eyes, letting out a whiny plea, he finally turns away to hide himself in the crook of your neck. 

“He is a bit shy.” You explain, readjusting your grip on your son. 

“It is quite all right,” Thrawn assures with a tranquil smile, “Let’s sit.” 

You approach the table where delicious smells emanate. 

Food is a rare resource here, and even though Thrawn struck a deal with the Great Mothers and the Bandits, allowing a significant percentage of the fields and crops to the Chimaera’s needs, Peridea remained an arid planet with little to no cultivable land and rare game. 

Famine remained a very real threat. You were one bad year away from all devouring each other. 

Ironically, spices grow easily on those lands. If there is not plenty of food, at least it is flavorful. 

“This is a lot.” You note, a tad reproachfully. 

“It is a special occasion, and I would fail my duties if your children left my hospitality with an empty stomach.” Thrawn counters. 

He gently takes Haradean from you to place him in a baby chair that you did not even know he had. He then gallantly pulls a chair for Irimea and a second for you. You sit down, thanking him, and start serving your daughter. 

Meat is especially rare and precious for children’s development, so you would rather she have more than you. She doesn’t lose a second and picks a poultry wing to bite down on to your horror. 

“Irimea! What are those manners?!” You choke on your words. 

Your little monster munches down the poultry with big bites, spreading sauce all over her mouth, looking at you with questions in her eyes. 

“Do not eat like that! Use a fork and a knife!” You take the wing off her hand to wipe her mouth with a table towel, “We are in the presence of Grand Admiral Thrawn!” You berate her lower with a scolding frown. 

She keeps munching with a displeased hum while you clean her face. Thrawn silently observes the scene with quiet... Amusement.  

Irimea looks at her meat with disappointment. She did not have meat for several months, and now she has to refrain herself to eat it all fancy and stuff to please her mom and not upset the Grand Admiral. She lets out a sigh. 

Thrawn observes her before putting his cutlery down and grabbing his own wing with his fingers, and elegantly takes a bite out of it. She looks at him before turning to you with incredulous eyes. 

“You should not take such large bites, Irimea. Take smaller ones, you will not burn your mouth and reduce the risk of choking.” He casually explains as he pats his lips with his towel after taking another bite. 

She intently observes his finger placement on the wing and mimics him, sticking her tongue out in focus and taking a small bite without smearing sauce everywhere. She imitates his manner with a little grin before patting her lips like a precious lady before giggling. Thrawn slowly nods with a lopsided grin, peacefully eating his poultry while you shake your head, unable to refrain from a smile. 

Thrawn is able to tame and calm down the most feral and undisciplined kid in the Chimaera with ease, proving it once again right now. 

While they both share a little moment, you start cutting some chest meat into very small bites and add some thick, spiced sauce to give to your two-year-old. He opens his mouth wide and eats his chicken before giggling loudly. 

“He likes the recipe!” You exclaims. 

“Good. I made some new arrangements with the bandits, they will send us a new batch of their baby foods with the next crops.” 

You turn back toward your Grand Admiral with a worried frown. The bandits were hard to convince to cede their crops, and even more headstrong about the food they prepared for their infants, which is an even more rare resource for both parties. 

“What did you promise in exchange?” You ask with a dry throat. 

Thrawn licks his teeth, eyes lost in the void before him. 

“I promised some boxes of morphine and bacta.” 

“Thrawn!” You cannot help but say, offended,  “I know we manage to synthesize some painkiller drugs with the local plants, but entire boxes of morphine and bacta patches? This is too dangerous! This is-” 

“This is a delicate balance to strike,” He stops you after swallowing his meat, “But for now our food supplies are the lowest, especially for the youngest. I will not lose a new infant life this winter.” He lets you know sternly. 

You swallow, eyes low, remembering the burial of four babies last winter, the crew’s morale really took a hit, even Thrawn was especially silent and... preoccupied during that period. He knew those babies, held them in his arms, congratulated their parents... 

They died under his leadership and protection, and that is something that appeared to especially touch him. Your friend and Grand Admiral can bear the death of his officers and troopers, but even his cold heart can be moved by the death of a youngling. 

So four... 

“I am sorry...” You admit, “I should not interfere into those matters. This is not my place.” 

You are not high enough to have a say in those negotiations. 

“On the contrary, I value your opinion. Your outlooks differ from mine, and you note details I can overlook, especially as a woman and mother. But I took our drug supplies into consideration, do not worry, I simply gave priority to our youngs for this exchange.”  

“Okay.” You nod, a bit relieved. 

“Wescon almost wasted this negotiation, however...” Thrawn notes somberly, serving himself some local lentils, “His ego irritated our partners and opponents.” 

“Oh...” You mumble, putting your fork down, “I’m sorry, he can go overboard sometimes, but he doesn’t mean wrong. I’m sure this was unintentional.” 

“It was most probably unintentional, and that is why this is so dangerous. We cannot allow words thrown without thinking to sour our relationship with the locals,.Our survival still depends on their hospitality.” 

“I will talk to him about it.” You promise. 

“I already did. He must learn to know when to talk and when to remain silent. Next time I will probably ask you to join me instead of him.” He gently blow on his fuming bite. 

You munch your own, savoring the thick and flavorful sauce. 

“I do not have the rank necessary to enter the negotiations.” You remember him politely. 

“This is not a problem.” He assures, cutting a part of the chicken breast for himself, “I think it would ease our partners’ minds to see more females on our side, especially mothers.” 

“I thought you were bad at politics, Thrawn. Where do these new skills come from?” 

He contemplates you for some seconds in silence like it downed on him. 

“I do not think it has a lot to do with politics.” He admits softly, “Negotiations is an important skill for all commanders to master, especially for their crew’s survival.” 

You give him a lopsided grin. 

“This still touches politics... Maybe you are finally getting better at it!”  

He shortly chuckles at your tease, mopping up the sauce on his plate with some local dense bread.  

“Can I have more meat?” Irimea intervenes suddenly. 

“Eat vegetables too.” You order. 

She grumbles, lowering her shoulders. 

“We only eat vegetables...” 

She eyeballs the rest of the poultry, licking her lips. 

“We also have fish if you are still hungry, Irirmea.” Thrawn diplomatically proposes. 

She sticks her tongue out and grimaces with a ‘yurk’ of disgust. 

“I don’t like fish!” 

“You never tried this one, I am sure.” He counters, looking across the table to find the fish dish. 

“They are all yucky!” She complains. 

“Irimea! Do not refuse food when it is so nicely proposed to you!” You correct her. 

You quickly realized with some horror that she was a picky eater with a peculiar palate, not a lot of food on the Chimaera had value in her eyes, making you tear your eyeballs out sometimes, and angered Wescon a lot. 

“Try it, it comes with a delightful red sauce, trust me.” Thrawn insists with a controlled, joyful intonation, rising off his seat to lean across the table to grab the fish plate. 

You extend your hand for him to give it to you, but he serves your daughter himself like he were a common waiter at a restaurant. He then skirts your chair to serve a piece to your baby before gently wiping his little mouth with a towel and a tight grin. 

He then comes back to you, tilting the plate a bit. 

“(Y/n)?” 

“Oh, Yes! Thank you, Thrawn!” You accept. 

He gallantly serves you too, before sitting back and serving himself. Irimea pokes the fish with her fork, suspicious. 

“Try it with me, miss.” He proposes, cutting a small bit. 

She winces but imitates him, cutting a very, very small bite and putting it in her mouth like him. She closes her eyes hard, frowning while she chews on the flesh. 

Slowly, her face relaxes and she reopens her eyes, humming appreciatively. 

“That’s good!” She shouts loudly, taking an enormous bite. 

“Careful, miss. Small bites.” He remembers her with a light chuckle. 

You take one bite yourself, you’ve never had this fish before. It tastes quite good, and the sauce is even better! You nod to yourself, helping Haradean to eat from time to time. 

Thrawn covers you three with a gentle, paternal gaze, a tight grin on his handsome face. 

“What?” You ask, feeling a bit embarrassed to be scrutinized like that. 

“Nothing...” He just says gently, “I just find this moment... Wonderful.” He admits. 

You smile shyly while chewing. 

“What’s so wonderful about it?” 

“I do not know.” He shrugs, “You, with your two children, it is quite agreeable to witness. I am a bit envious.” 

“You want children too?” You tilt your head with interest. 

“I do. I always did. Chiss families are large and full. I always envisioned myself as a future father.” 

“Really?” You say, “Do... You have a possible mother in mind?” You ask, terribly curious and... jealous. 

You immediately mentally slap yourself! 

You are married for Maker’s sake! Married and a mother! 

This fling must remain in the past! You should be happy for your friend if he ever finds someone! 

“I do, in fact.” He reveals, finishing his fish with impeccable manners. 

You still receive that news like a punch in the gut, but keep your expression in check. 

“Did you ask her?”  

“No.” 

“Oh...” You let escape, “Is there a reason?” 

“Several even.” He admits with a quiet sigh. 

“I am sorry, Thrawn.” You say, truthfully, “I hope you get to court and ask her... I am sure you would be wonderful as a father!” 

“Thank you.” He lightly bows his head at the praise, “I hope to ask one day. Some obstacles remain.” 

“I am sure you will be able to get rid of them!” You encourage with energy. 

“Those are not obstacles I should allow myself to get rid of, it would be immoral of me to do so. No, I think I will just... Content myself with admiring her, happy, from afar.” 

You look at him with a sorry expression before extending your arm to take his hand and gently squeezing it. 

“Whatever you do, I am here for you, Thrawn.” You promise. 

You still wonder who he is thinking about, but you will not pry into his personal life. 

He tightly smiles, squeezing your hand back. 

“Thank you, my friend. It is reassuring to know I can count on you on all things.” 

“If you never get children, I can be your daughter!” Irimea suddenly shouts, rising from her seat. 

“Irimea!” You choke, “What would Daddy think if he heard you?!” 

“I can have two daddies!” 

“No, you cannot!” 

She turns back towards Thrawn. 

“I can’t?” 

He grins at her, caressing her hair gently. 

“It is a complicated matter, Miss. I do not know if your mother would accept a second husband, but I would have been honored to have a daughter such as you.” 

“Daddy’s always angry at the suite... He is no fun...” 

“He is under a lot of pressure.” You explain, circling her shoulder to hug her, “It will get better.”  

She sniffs, unconvinced. 

Thrawn stands up with his plate, collecting Irimea’s in his hand. 

“(Y/n), some help for the dishes?” 

You walk into the kitchenette of the suite with the plates and put them in the sink. With the years, the droids died down without repairing components, as all of them got to the Medic droids. Apparently, Thrawn’s personal droids died down too. 

You are about to start the dishes when Thrawn makes you turn your head toward him gently, intently looking at you.  

You let out a gasp as he scrutinizes your face, cupping your cheek to keep you still. 

“Wha... Is there a problem?” You ask with a dry throat. 

“How did you get a black eye?” He asks. 

You gulp. 

Crap! You forgot about that! But of course, nothing escapes Grand Admiral Thrawn. 

“I hit a door.” You explain on the fly 

“You ‘hit’ a door?” He demands, unconvinced. 

“Yes! You know how clumsy I can get, you remember how I almost broke my arm while pregnant with Irimea?” You chuckle, embarrassed. 

He carefully observes your contused face hidden behind make-up, his fingers brushing the outline of your barely visible black eye. 

“(Y/n)...” He breathes lowly, so, so close to your face, anywhere you look, you can only see him. “Is everything all right?” 

You gulp again. 

Is it safe to reveal? Thrawn is probably the safest person to tell to. 

But...  

“Yes, everything is all right.” You cheerfully smile. 

He contemplates you silently for three more seconds before taking a step back, clasping his hands behind his back as usual. 

“Good.” He curtly nods, “I am relieved then. You may come back to your husband, I will handle the rest.” 

You nod and free your baby from his chair and take your daughter’s hands, silently walking back to your suite, heart pumping in your chest. 

“It was nice!” Irimea declares as you put her to bed, yawning, “I love Thrawn.” 

You smile at her affably, and place a kiss on her forehead as you tuck her to bed, wishing her a good night. 

Wescon returns while you are getting your make-up off, you hear him throw his boots away with a long sigh. 

“What’s that dress?” He asks at the doorframe of the bathroom. 

“Oh, hum... Grand Admiral Thrawn invited me to dinner.” 

“Only you?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“The kids were here.” You turn back to the mirror. 

You hear him sniff with disdain, looking you up and down through the glass. 

“You do not doll up for me anymore.” He declares with edges in the tone, “But you do for him?” 

You froze still, feeling his sharp gaze on the back of your neck, exposed and vulnerable. 

“It’s just... It’s nothing.” You try to diffuse the situation 

“I remember you told me you had a crush on him before we dated.” He insists, “What is it today?” 

“Today...” Your voice trembles slightly, “Today I am married to you, obviously.” You smile at him through the mirror. 

He squints at you suspiciously but turns to enter the bedroom. 

When you get to bed with him, he cups your cheek, looking at your visible black eye. You hold your breath, feeling stress peaking in your veins. 

He contemplates it quietly before laying down to got to sleep 

Without any words for you. 

You let out your breath, your heart pumping in your chest, but you lay down too, trying to calm down. 

You close your eyes to sleep, but your nostrils flare as something stings your nose. 

A perfume? 

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You silently type on your datapad, Damave and Wescon on each side of you, while Thrawn is talking. The Bandits silently listen. 

They are hard negotiators, they do not let go of their precious resources without high prices. You collect the data on your screen before sending it to Thrawn’s pad while your husband taps his foot impatiently. 

Thrawn asked him to come as he was always a part of the negotiations before but expressly ordered him to remain silent 

But not you 

And Wescon seems to have taken it personnally. 

You observe the pictures your agents took of the crops through the months, mentally calculating volumes and percentages while Thrawn finishes his reasoning to the Bandits with the help of the translator. The translation is not yet perfect, but way better than the first years, the translators having time to find patterns in both languages to communicate more efficiently. 

Wescon is fuming next to you while Damave glances at him, wondering if he will explode in front of everyone. 

You trust him not to, and you keep focusing on the data. 

“Finally over.” Damave exclaims, entering the break room after the negotiations, “I was starting to fall asleep, I’m not made for negotiations but for battles!” 

“I found the process very interesting.” You counter, “Grand Admiral Thrawn is a pro. It was very inspiring.” You all sit down in chairs. 

“That was bullshit!” Wescon explodes, “They were clearly lying about their volumes.” 

You pour the equivalent of the local caff into three mugs that you pass around. 

“I noticed too, that’s why I sent the volumes to the Grand Admiral.” You explain 

“Well, you should have spoken up! He clearly did not take it into account!” He fumes 

“Well... He did modify the exchange, I think he did take it into account.” 

“Not enough!” 

“He does his best, he-” 

“Do you always go along with what he says?” He demands, pissed off 

“He knows what he does.” 

“I doubt it. Such a lie on the volume of crops called for a harsher reaction than ‘modifying the offer’! He is really a clown in politics, and you should have intervened.” 

“I trust him.” 

“Well, maybe you trust him to a fault. Your role was to advise him in these negotiations, not just swooning at each of his words.” 

“You’re unfair, I-” 

“What is going on here?” Thrawn appears at the door of the break room. 

Wescon scowls in silence, drinking his caff. 

Damave takes the floor. 

“We were discussing how the negotiations went.” 

“You evidently disagree with the result, Officer Wescon.” 

“We should have gone harder on them!” 

“You do not know all the parameters of those exchanges, officer. My response was adequate.” Thrawn patiently but sternly explains. 

Wescon sighs, his fist tightening around his cup. 

You remain silent. When Wescon gets like he won’t calm down for hours, and you usually pay the price of his temper. The best you can do is make him forget you exist.  

“You want to blow off some steam with some training?” Damave proposes to him, her hand on his shoulder. 

Wescon looks at her with a strange shimmer in the eyes before nodding. 

“All right...” 

They both stand up, salute the Grand Admiral, and disappear in silence. Thrawn observes the door, mute. 

“I am sorry...” You finally let out 

“What for?” Thrawn turns back to you with detachment. 

“His reaction.” 

“I do not hold it against you.” He turns his head back to the door before spinning back to you, “(Y/n), I want you to follow me.” 

“Is there a problem?” You ask worried, ready to jump into action. 

“Indeed. I need you to see something, come.” 

Obedient you follow him. 

He remains stern and imperturbable, but you worry. What does he want you to see? Is it about the Bandits? The Grand Mothers? 

Oh no... 

Did your daughter hurt herself during training? 

“Thrawn!” You stop him by gripping his arm, forgetting you were not in private, “Is it about the kids? Are they hurt?” 

He contemplates you in silence before releasing himself from your grip gently. 

“I did not receive news of one of my pupils getting hurt, (Y/n). Do not worry about them, they are safe.” He promises. 

You let out a sigh of relief, your children are safe and sound... 

You raise an eyebrow when you reach Thrawn’s private suite instead of his office. 

“Please enter.” Thrawn invites 

You enter and follow him silently to his suite’s office, wondering what he wants to show you. 

“You may prefer to sit down.” He announces, skirting his desk to open a drawer. 

“What is this all about, Thrawn?” You inquire, crossing your arms, wondering what he wanted from you 

“Please, (Y/n), sit down.” 

You sit down, looking at him more and more suspiciously. He takes out a Datacard that he slides into his terminal, and turns the screen toward you. 

“You need to see this.” He says gravely, shadows obscuring his red eyes 

“... Okay.” 

He presses a key and a video starts. 

This is in one of the breakrooms of the Chimaera, only two people are sitting next to each other, talking while drinking. 

A man and a woman. 

You squint at the screen before recognizing Wescon and Damave together, discussing something. 

You turn your gaze to Thrawn, who invites you to keep watching. Your gaze returns to the screen. 

They discuss, laughing from time to time, exchanging pleasantries and cordial words. 

And then... 

You receive a punch in your stomach 

Wescon tilts Damave’s head to kiss her. 

They embrace each other tightly as they devour each other’s mouths passionately, really going at it, probably comforted in the thought that nobody took the time to check those tapes anymore... 

You remain stunned  

Silent 

Frozen 

Devasted... 

Thrawn cuts the video before it finishes with a somber expression. 

“This was not the only occurrence, I have other recordings of their affair.” He lets you know 

You remain silent, eyes fixed on the black screen, a persistent image of that treachery still on your eyes, not knowing what to do or how to react... 

What... Did you just witness? 

You press your hands to your eyes, trying to breathe. You curl up over yourself in your seat, taking deep breaths to not fall. 

Wescon and Damave? 

Your husband with your best friend? 

The father of your children? 

How...? 

Why? 

“I am sorry, (Y/n)...” Thrawn lets you know, putting his large hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you, “This is not pleasant to see, but I felt you had the right to know...” 

You gasp a sob, sadness overcoming you. 

But soon 

Ire takes place 

You bore his children, you endured his character every day, and you supported him with all you had, with your sweat and blood. 

And him...?! He fucking cheats on you with other women?! 

“(Y/n)? Are you all right?” Thrawn asks with a worried tone. 

You take your hands off your eyes to look into Thrawn’s eyes. You only see worries and support shining in their flames. He gently squeezes your shoulder, trying to see if you’re going to explode at him or pass out on the ground in shock. 

You contemplate his eyes in silence, so intelligent and full of courage. You have nothing but admiration for this man, you would die for him, you would follow him to hell and back if he ever asked you. 

You would kill at his simple demand. 

You would do anything for him, and for a long time, you fooled yourself that it was only by respect. But with this treason, you realize who was really here for you all this time. 

Who actually took the time to worry for you despite his cramped days and nights, who offered his help and support every day, even if you were in another man’s arms. 

Maybe you married the wrong man... Maybe you should have tried your chance with your Grand Admiral, he would have never lifted his hand on you. 

Ever. 

He would have actual respect for you. 

Not like that traitor. 

And without thinking, you jump to your feet and wrap your arms around Thrawn’s neck to press your lips on his.  

Thrawn remains still under your touch for a second, before circling you with his long arms tenderly, kissing you back, pressing your two bodies tight together like you would escape all of a sudden. 

He starts moaning in the kiss, pushing his tongue inside softly to meet yours and dance with it, sliding his fingers into your mane to hold your head against his. 

You suddenly both pull out in shock. 

You look into each other’s wide-open eyes like you could not believe it. 

Did you just... Kiss Grand Admiral Thrawn? 

Your superior? 

Your friend? 

The one who officiated at your wedding? 

“We should not do that...” He warns, voice trembling between danger and excitation, “You are in shock.” 

But he does not release your waist or head, instead pressing his forehead against yours, looking down at your lips with envy, licking his own lips to taste you again. 

“What if I want to?” You ask 

“That would be an error.” 

“Don’t you want it to?” You plead, gripping his white jacket desperately. 

“For years, (Y/n), for years I craved it... But you are married.” 

“To a cheater.” 

“You are a mother.” 

You gulp at the mention of your kids. 

But.... 

“It has nothing to do with them.” You press yourself tighter to Thrawn, trying to reach his lips again, but he is so tall, “Aren’t you tired of always being the strict leader who can do no wrong, who is never allowed to slip or make an error once?” 

Thrawn presses his lips in a single line, refusing to speak on this matter. 

“Be wrong with me tonight, Thrawn... Take me!” You beg in a whisper, shaking with a sob. 

You raise on your tip toes to reach him once more, and after a gulp, he lowers himself to kiss you again. You let out a sigh of relief as you taste his lips once more. 

This is so different than kissing Wescon, it is warmer and softer. 

Wescon was always on the rough side of love. 

But Thrawn is more delicate... 

Kissing him feels like an art form. 

He kisses you tenderly, holding you close like you would suddenly bolt away from him. 

You grip his collar and start opening his buttons hurriedly. You are clumsy, missing several times as you focus so much on kissing him, until you just dig your nails in the fabric to pull him closer. 

Thrawn takes a step forward, making you back down until you are pressed against the wall, trapped under his mighty body. He cups your cheeks in his large hands with a sigh of delight, caressing you with his thumbs. 

That’s when a peculiar sound starts. 

“Are you... Purring?” You ask, pulling away. 

Thrawn silently grabs your hands to press them on his chest to make you feel the vibrations through your palms. You let out a chuckle of disbelief.  

Thrawn can purr? 

In all those decades you never knew! 

“Is that to your taste?” He asks with his suave voice. 

“It’s incredible!” You laugh. 

He smiles, capturing your lips again, languorously kissing you until you are panting and begging to breathe. He pushes his knee between your two legs, pressing you against the cold wall as he grabs your wrists to pin them to the durasteel. 

He purrs loudly as your tongues hug and get acquainted with each other. 

His body is so warm, so pleasant to the touch. He put on a few pounds this past few years and holy fuck he is so sexy. You hold onto him like you would drown in the sea, grabbing him desperately, threatening to tear the white fabric of his Jacket. 

Thrawn grabs your butt and lifts you easily, making you yelp in surprise. You circle his hips with your legs and his neck with your arms as he leaves the office with you in his arms. 

He does not stop kissing you for a second as he heads toward another room. He readjusts his grip on you to free one hand and type on a pad, opening a door. 

His bedroom. 

It is dimly lit and soundproofed, the constant humming of the Chimaera suddenly stopping into a comforting silence, only his purring and the obscene wet sounds of kissing could now be heard. 

He bites your lower lip with a hiss as he lowers you down the bed, laying on you to trap you under him as he hugs you tight, weighing down on you as he expertly unbuttons your collar and jacket slowly 

Sensually 

Teasingly 

You grab his head to keep kissing him like you are devouring him, he is as out of breath as you, sparring no effort or energy in loving you. He parts from you, tenderly kissing the tip of your nose before attacking your neck as he finishes opening your jacket, revealing your black tank top. 

He kisses his way down and takes a lick here and there, tasting the salt of your skin with the flat of his tongue. His hands slide under your top, caressing your sides tenderly until they grab your boobs over your bra. He kneads them as he leaves hickies on your skin. You do not release his waist and start undulating your body under him to tease his groin. 

He growls a warning, his hands sliding under your back to unclip your bra. He gently bites your neck, sucking and licking on the sensitive skin before pulling on your top. 

You help him get rid of it with your bra, revealing your breast to his flaming eyes. He looks at it with his mouth slightly agape, like he could not believe it. He barely grazes them like they would break under his touch before diving head first in them, groping them, keanding them, licking them, sucking and biting them. You feel his warm tongue traveling your skin, circling your tit and teasing your nipple before suckling on it like you would give him milk. 

He makes obscene, lewd noises you would never have thought him capable of. How can your superior, the Grand Admiral Thrawn, lower himself to such animalistic groans and moans? To such bestial sounds and grunts? 

This is purely scandalous! 

And maddly exciting! 

He gives a last lick to each of your tit after thoroughly soaked them with his saliva and kisses his way down toward your stomach. 

Muah! Muah! Mauh! Muah! Muah! 

He licks your Venus mound with the flat of his tongue while opening your pants expertly. He pulls on the hem, revealing your panties. He thoroughly kisses right above the hem of your panties like your body is a precious relic in his eyes, and he cannot wait to devote himself to you. 

“I have been waiting... For decades... I am so happy you are with me today (y/n)... Let me take care of you, I will prove to you I am worth it.” He pleads between kisses, slapping your sensitive skin with the elastic of the panties. 

“I want to see your body too!” You compain. 

“Of course, ch’acah. I want to feel your skin burning with mine.” He parts from you to get rid of his jacket and black tank top in one movement. 

You follow the movement and immediately attack his chest and plump belly with kisses and licks, too! This is outright offensive to have deprived you of them for so long! You growl as you cover his entire chest and stomach with kisses, gripping his hips, digging your nails into his deep blue flesh. 

His purr deepens as he caresses the back of your head tenderly. 

“Lie back down. There is so much I want to do to you and no night long enough...” He says in one breath, pushing you back into the mattress. 

He hooks your panties and pulls on them, discovering your pussy for the very first time. He is almost drooling over it, and his purr degenerates into a deep and needy growl, like a big, starving feline. 

He grabs your two legs and opens them wide, licking his lips avidly at the sight of the meal you represent. 

“I want to eat you whole, starting by your cute pussy.” He warns, nibbling your inner thigh. 

“What are you waiting for then?” 

“Your consent, obviously...” He pants, his chest rising up and down. 

“Take me whole, Thrawn. I am yours.” 

“Forever?”  

“Forever. Hurry!” You beg at the end of yourself. 

He lowers himself and leaves a wet kiss on your slit before taking a sloppy lick with the flat of his tongue. 

Oh dear... Maker! 

Your south muscles immediately tense up under the pleasure. He wastes not a second and continues licking you up vorasciously, licking you up and down, tracing your slit up and down with the tip of his tongue, soaking your vulva with his drool, kissing your entire loin regions avidly. 

“Delicious... So delicious... How could I survive so long without knowing your taste?” He praises in between licks, “Do not refuse me, Ch’acah, I beg of you. Let me love until the end of the night...I need it.” 

You bite into your finger as he laps your cunt like an animal, trying to silence yourself like someone could hear you in this bedroom. 

But no 

There is only you 

Him 

And the obsessive wet sounds of his messy love. 

He locates your little clit and immediately starts suckling on it. He grazes and caresses it with his flexible tongue, sucking on it like a lollipop of his favorite taste. 

He lets out such voracious sounds you cannot believe they come from your elegant and dignified Grand Admiral! This is simply not the same man! 

This man is starving and desperate, and only a taste of you can calm him down! 

He grabs your inner thighs by the handful, forcing your legs wide open for him to eat you out as it pleases him. 

It is raw and messy. 

It is primal and instinctive. 

It is purely bestial and desperate. 

You hear him slurp, not even letting time for your slick to bead from your pussy, immediately swallowing it like a thirsty man. He presses his hungry lips against your tight ring of flesh and sucks like a vacuum. 

He parts your fold open with two fingers and enters you with his tongue, drinking from the source. You feel his wet member squeezing its way through and caressing your inner temple clean, soaking it with his own fluid as he laps your meticulously, rolling his hips into the sheets in a desperate need of friction. 

“Oh my...! Thrawn!” You gaps, head spinning under his care. 

He only responds with more guttural sounds, doubling down on his efforts as he locates your G spot with his tongue. He glides and crosses it, circles and brushes it with his tip, making you wetter and wetter by the second. You feel your pussy contracting furiously around his tongue, clenching all around his member until you came on his face hard. 

His purr dives in deeper notes, approving of your body’s reaction to his sweet attention. 

He kisses your cunt a last time and stands on his knees, his jaw beading on your slick, completely wet. He looks down at you with hungry eyes devouring your naked, vulnerable form under his hunter’s body. 

“Delicious...” He declares animalistically, “Did he ever do that to you?” 

“Wh... Why should it matter?” You ask panting, exhausted after such an orgasm. 

“I want you to forget all of his caresses... Did he ever make you squirt like I did?” 

“I... No. He never succeeded...” You admit, your blood furiously rushing to your cheeks. 

He growls, opening his pants, hiding his significant bulge. You gulp, looking at it as he finally frees it of the constriction of his boxers. 

Holy Fu...! 

How are you supposed to fit such a size?! 

“I take your expression as a compliment, Ch’acah.” He sniggers, “This is all for you, only for you, Ch’eo Ch’acah...” 

He sits on his ankles, pulling your hips toward him as he fists his length, playing with his tip already leaking pre-cum, he coats his entire lengths before letting it hit your quivering pussy. You whimper as you feel the warmth of his member against your sensitive vulva. 

He is so big and long... 

He starts a gentle back and forth movement, sliding his cock between your folds, grazing your pulsating clit up and down as he throws his head back. 

“You feel so soft, Ch’acah, I can’t wait to bury myself deep in you and plow that little pussy...” He growls, panting. 

“Please... Be gentle with me. You are so big...! I don’t know I’ll be able to...” 

“Nonsense, of course you will, Ch’acah. We were both made for this precise moment, I am tailor-made to please your human body; you will see. I prepared you well. Do not worry about anything, sweet thing.” 

“Please.” You beg, extending your arms desperately to him, “Kiss me, Thrawn. I want to feel loved...” 

He immediately intertwines your fingers together and gently lies on top of you, weighing fully on your smaller body like the best weighted blanket ever. 

You want to be nowhere else but under his mighty body! 

He brushes your nose tips delicately before kissing you like you were the most fragile thing on the Chimaera. He kisses you softly, lovingly, tenderly... 

You open your mouth to welcome him inside, and he enters to greet and dance with your tongue languorously, sensually, obsessively. 

This is the best kiss you ever experienced... 

You whine as you feel his fat tip pressed against your entrance, begging for attention. His hands travel your body down, grabbing your inner thighs to open your legs wide for him, poking your raw hole with his leaking tip. 

“Breathe, my darling. Everything will fit perfectly, I promise you.” 

And he gently pushes in. 

You immediately open your mouth in a perfect ‘O’, all the air pushed out of you as he gradually invades your most private place, stuffing you full like never before. 

Holy fucking...! 

You let out a silent scream as he keeps pushing and pushing, getting deeper and deeper, reaching depths Roscob could never dream of reaching! You feel all his veins and ridges grazing all your special spots you did not even know you had! 

His is so girthy and long! 

He is so heavy in your stomach! 

You are split in two! 

Finally, you feel his hips agaisnt your butt. 

“There, everything is inside, my sweet. You did wondeful. Is it comfortable? Should I change position?” He immediately lets you know, worrying about your comfort and well-being first before his own pleasure. 

You take a big breath, your chest rising up and down desperately for some air. 

“Of fuck... Oh Maker...” You can only whisper 

“Are you all right, Ch’acah?” 

“I... Yes... I am okay, I just need to relax, I think.” You let escape in a breath. 

“I will help you, Ch’eo Ch’acah.” 

One of his hands release your thigh to slide between your two bodies and start playing with your palpitating clit.  

You immediately clench hard around him! 

Him inside of you plus clit stimulation? You’re going to explode! 

He hisses a warning as you strangle his cock with your pussy. 

“Careful...! I can only hold on for so long, Cha’acah.” He warns, out of breath, eyes closed shut in his effort not to tear you apart here and now. 

“You are the most self-disciplined man I know.” You choke under his sweet caresses. 

“I was not buried in your perfect body back then... Warrior, fuck! Careful! You’re pushing me to my limit, strangling me like that...!” 

He says that but his caresses on your clit only increase in speed, he is now furiously brushing it like a madman, making him growl louder and louder in your ear. You gulp, trying to breath as he buries his head in the crook of your neck to roar as your pussy choke him to death. 

“Fuck...! Can I move, Ch’acah? I am at the end of myself...” He asks, between an order and a plea. 

“O-ok...” You agree 

You are barely able to fit his entire size, how are you supposed to survive him fucking you? 

He slips out slowly and pushes back in just a hunch. He does it again, and again, and again, testing your stretching and wetness. 

His cock slides like a hot knife through butter with how wet you are, but you are stretched to your absolute maximum! 

You legs shake as his ridges scratch your gummy spots, sending shiver down your little pussy. 

He accelerates his thrusts until he is rocking you with his entire bed trembling. He plundges into you like it is his last day on earth, he fucks you raw and good, embrassing you tight, almost choking you. 

“This is so good, ch’acah! I love it, this is better than everything I ever dreamed of...! Do you like it too?” He demands, his rich voice like music in your ears. 

The wet sounds are out of this world and resonate obsessively in the dim bedroom, making your head spin dangerously with the heady smell of sweat and sex. 

You are getting dangerously high off all those sensory experiences! 

You can barely register what he is saying to you with how fucked your brain is! Indeed, taking him ramming into you is a completely different matter than just him resting cozily inside your warmth. 

He buries himself to the hilt, creating a bulge in your tummy, and you just cannot detach your gaze from it! The sounds of wet skin slapping are overpowering and doubled with his animalistic grunts with his deep voice, you were simply not prepared! 

“Oh...! Fuck!” You choke on your own air as he plow your little pussy like an animal in rut. 

“Is it good? Can I go on? Oh tell me, sweetheart...!” 

“Y-Yes...!” You manage to let him know between all his devastating thrusts, “... A lot! Can... Barely... Take it!” 

He hugs you even tighter like you would try to escape his grasp as he fucks you hard, making his bed complain loudly. You never made love like that, Roscob is mean in bed, but Thrawn is a giver, he keeps fondling your little pearl lovingly while he stuffs you full like a decadent cream puff. 

“Take me! Take all of me! I beg of you!” He repeats like a litany, keeping him sane in all the sensations you are both experiencing together, “I love you, Ch’acah, like I never loved before!” 

“I...I lo-love you too, Thrawn...” You answer his prayers like he stopped hoping long ago. 

He immediately captures your lips to make out messily with you, tongues hugging and dancing in a depraved tango. He kisses you heavily, robbing you of your breath so easily as he holds you close to his heart... 

“I am so happy, Ch’acah... I am, truly.” He reveals, looking deep into your human eyes, hypnotizing you with his gleaming red gaze. “Fuck, you are so tight!” 

Your hands and bodies are locked together in the most lewd of acts, and you feel like dying to leave his embrace right now. 

You want it to last an eternity and more. An eternity in his soothing embrace... 

“Can I come inside, Ch’acah?” He inquires, still rutting like a powerful stallion, exhausting you to death. 

“Y-yes...” 

He kisses your cheeks and neck all over, caressing and twisting your clit, your body at his entire mercy, and with a fatal flick of your pearl, you come once more. 

You feel your cunny convulsing and tensing up all around his hard, jolting shaft, strangling and kneading his entire length like a dance. Your eyes roll inside your head as your back arches in an impressive fashion against his chest, screaming his name like he owned you. 

That extra stimuli pushes him over the edge and with finals, erratic thrusts, he cums inside, painting your flesh in white with his creamy seed. You pussy milks him for all his worth, to the very last drop, filling you up even more. 

You can hear him breathe in the crook of your neck, gently kissing your sweaty skin as your heart slows down, tired and panting. He doesn’t slip out of you and remains lying on top of you, pressing your limp body against his, stroking your cheek. 

He kisses his way up your chin and considers you, still high in his orgasm, soaring over your lips for a dearly awaited kiss that he holds from you. 

“Ch’acah...” He breathes lowly like he doesn’t believe you are here with him. 

He finally lowers his face, and your lips meet for a sensual tango. You kiss him back eagerly, feeling sleep seizing you... 

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You woke up... Not in your room 

You frown, looking across the room. You’ve never been here before, whe- 

And suddenly, everything flashes to you mind 

The video tapes, the kiss, the affair, Thrawn, your treachery... 

You turn your head on the other side to discover Thrawn sleeping behind you as the big spoon, hugging your waist. 

What did you do?! 

Roscob is going to kill you for good if he ever hears of that! 

You start trembling and shaking. Repressing a panicked sob, you detach Thrawn’s arms from your body and slip out of bed. You cringe discovering you are both naked and the absolute mess between your legs... 

Maker... Are you crazy, woman? 

You quickly dress back up and slip silently out of the bedroom and the suite without waking up Thrawn.  

You walk back to your suite with the most professional and innocent look you can muster, praying for your treachery not to be readable on your face. 

You are in such a mess! 

You royally fucked up! 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @janjtje @helrose8 @debonaire-princess @courier-jackalope

[fromthemouthofkings]

Jeeves and the Thorny Hedge

Summary: While Bertie is well used to fielding the odd scandal and disappointing his aunts (including in the matrimonial department), Jeeves has always kept his unfailingly upright professional life and his queerer personal life strictly separated. When Bertie’s old flame comes to stay in the Metrop. at the same time that Aunt Agatha has decided that Bertie will help her host a seance, two separate worlds stand ready to collide.

Chapter 1

When the post came, my heart sank. It is often said by those most worn-down, jaded, and humorless, who are additionally a good deal older and brainier than your own B. W., that it is difficult to move through this world without making the occasional enemy. I have often found it difficulter to move through this world without making the occasional friend. But even for one so amicable as I fancy myself, there are bally times when, despite one’s best efforts, one cannot help but let someone’s feelings get hurt. I was presently facing just this kind of tangle. “Oh, Jeeves?” I called, for my man is the absolute top notch when it comes to plucking me out of the broth. Like an experienced angler, he has that talent for smoothly walking in and assessing any situation, and then casting his hook in right where the fish are about to bite. Why, he has so many brains, I think that the Lord has probably had to let some poor other chappies go without, so as not to go too far into the red on the old Earthly Brains Budgeting Sheet. “Yes, sir?” said the man in question, materialized out of his den. He had evidently been hard at work, as his shirtsleeves were rolled up to the elbow, showing off quite a lot of shapely forearm. He had his apron tied on over his broad and catlike body, which he employed with a dancer’s grace in gliding over to stand by my side. There was a little lingering pinkness to his deft fingers. Perhaps I had interrupted him doing the washing up. “I have a bit of a pickle for you,” I said. “A teaser. A little exercise for the old gray stuff.” “Indeed, sir?” “It is a bit of a delicate matter, though.” I worried at the paper in my hand. He raised his right eyebrow a fraction of an inch. “A thorny hedge of brambles. It wants a valiant knight to come in with sword swinging and give the waiting dragon a bit of the what-for.”

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[sillysootyboi]

C!tntduo/c!Quackbur drabbles 420 edition

(assume !c/!q for all ideas please)

+Quackity would be a sensual/cuddly high one. Gotta drop those defenses being the overly workaholic

+Schlatt tried and failed to introduce Q to weed. Mostly, because Schlatt was so sappy and sweet while high and he realized that and immediately reversed his entire policy and claimed "God fearing Catholic men don't smoke weed" before eating way too many edibles not five minutes later in an attempt to get rid of the evidence.

+Tommy and Tubbo witnessing this became firm on their anti drug (or honestly, just anti whatever the fuck Schlatt was on--he was just a poor autistic sheep man way too high)

+Wilbur introduced it to Quackity with 'evil' plans to get Q's defenses down and break into Las Nevada's, but Q had a genuine moment of sensitivity and vulnerability while high, that Wilbur immediately dropped the plans and instead consoled him

+"I'm always worried you'll leave me," Quackity says. "you're rotten for me. You make me worse, but at least you're here. Unless I'm in the mood to seance Schlatt or--Ha, I don't know. What I did to Slime was fucked up, huh....Bet you cannot relate. Did you ever think Tommy would turn out like this?"

"Tommy is better than me. Better than us."

"he's fucking traumatized, asshole. He isn't better, it just hasn't kicked in."

Wilbur laughs. There isn't humor, only a dry creaking sound.

"you got me high to get in. Didn't you?"

"caught me red handed. What can I say, never a good deed for free."

"but yet here you are, fucking sitting beside me in the hallway. We're only 3 doors down from the bathroom. 2 pathetic grown as men in a casino hallway, sitting on their asses on cheap carpet that barely covers the concrete below. I had to fucking cut costs somewhere. I'm already underpaying Foolish as is." Quackity huffs and tangles a hand through his hair.

"neither of us look successful." Quackity states.

"in the shiny glitzy gold on your walls--"

"it's a type of cheap alluminum. Not thick at all. But makes it look fancy."

"Our reflections, Alex. All tarnished and darkened by gold."

"You're worse high," Quackity says and leans against Wilbur.

Forget everything you know about zombies. That they're supposed to be cold. Dead. Men who come back from the dead should be more obviously wrong. But he isn't. Other than the white streak, and darkening depression circles under his eyes, he's not a dead man. Like he should be. He's warm under Quackiy's cheek where it presses against his ratty coat.

"so are you. You're honest," Wilbur says. "scared."

"I'm not scared." Stubborn.

"you asked why I wouldn't leave..." Wilbur starts. Considers his words. Looks at his hands.

Too long passes.

"it's times ike this i remember you care. And you hurt for it. And I don't want to be the one to hurt you."

Those red-tinged brown eyes, more amber, more akin to the shiny backside of a beetle. Something that was a part of nature but off-putting all the same.

"but...you know me..places to be. People to see," Wilbur pushes himself up. A full rest passes.

And with the down beat on two he says, "You don't have to worry. Your secret is safe with me. That there's a human inside that corporate shell."

And there's another one in Wilbur too. Hiding in the shadow of Phil and Techno, on the other side of the same coin as Dream... A figure so clearly him. But so well concealed.

[cursesavior]

post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse. repost, don’t reblog.

1: bullet with butterfly wings - the smashing pumpkins

the world is a vampire sent to drain / secret destroyers hold you up to the flames / and what do i get for my pain? / betrayed desires and a piece of the game // despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage! / someone will say, "what is lost can never be saved" // now i'm naked, nothing but an animal / but can you fake it for just one more show? / and what do you want? i wanna change / and what do you got when you feel the same? // and i still believe that i cannot be saved!

2: custer - slipknot

because anything exceptional gets crushed by common people! / with jealousy, and ignorance, and all their common evils! / this planet isn't special, collections made of clay / i'm waiting for the punishment, i know it's on my way! / so cut, cut, cut me up and fuck, fuck, fuck me up // irreverence is my disease! / it's secondhand, but you know me! / this son of a bitch is on his knees / the last man standing gets no pity!

3: this is how i disappear - my chemical romance

to unexplain the unforgivable / drain all the blood and give the kids a show! / by streetlight, this dark night, a seance down below / there's things that i have done, you should never know / and without you is how i disappear / and live my life alone, forever now! // can you hear me cry out to you? words i thought i'd choke on, figure out / i'm really not so with you anymore, i'm just a ghost / so i can't hurt you anymore! / and now you wanna see how far down i can sink / let me go, fuck! / i'm so away from you.

4: hurt - nine inch nails

i hurt myself today, to see if i still feel / i focus on the pain, the only thing that's real / the needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting / try to kill it all away, but i remember everything... / what have i become, my sweetest friend? / everyone i know goes away in the end / and you could have it all, my empire of dirt / i will let you down, i will make you hurt.

5: numb - marina

i can't breathe, and i can't smile / this better be worth my while / i feel numb most of the time / lower i get, the higher i'll climb / and i will wonder why, i got dark only to shine / looking for the golden light / oh, it's a reasonable sacrifice / burn, burn, burn bright / forgo family, forgo friends / that's how it started and it how it ends / i can't open up and cry / 'cause i've been silent all my life // ooh, i get dark, oh, and i'm in hell / i need a friend, ooh, but i can't yell / yeah, i'm no good, no good to anyone / 'cause all i care about is being number one!

tagged by: @anvevennad !! tysm!!

tagging: @chaoslulled (for any jjk muse!) @umbralrosa + whoever else wants to!!

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 118, Replies Part 1

1) “So, as it turns out, there is in fact 126 chapters rather than 121. I’m not sure where I got the impression that there were 5 less chapters in the story, my brain was apparently trying to protect me. 

Regardless, we had our seance there, Koichi got another power up but not the will to kill, and we continue our spiraling madness into Chapter 118: All the Fun.”- Koichi could have ended this on his own without allowing the “clean-up” to be passed onto “official heroes”, which I think says a lot about missed opportunity here. It was his time to shine, and given the outcome, defeating a rampaging villain on his own like that wouldn’t have really changed much, but instead this got dragged out beyond the necessary stage and handed off to less deserving individuals to finish the climactic battle, just so Koichi can keep his pacifism intact. And I don’t think that marks any good character development for him.

2) “Huh looks like even McBee’s skeleton is starting to evaporate now, the upper half of his skull is gone, exposing his brain.

You know, like a Nomu.”- Which, in hindsight, just raises further questions as to how he was even in one shape, let alone semi-solid, for one final conversation with Koichi. He should have been melting everywhere like Clayface on a bad day.

3) “There’s the man, I wonder if he’s having all the fun here”- He’s having a blast. Us? Not so much, even with Koichi finally stepping up to the plate. 4) “Is it, All for One? Are you sure about that? Because he didn’t even trained that much and he’s able to fucking bulldozer over a nigh-unstoppable juggernaut like that.”- Like so many people in the story, AFO judges on appearances…which is both ironic and appropriate, given his current disfigurement. Guy looks the part of the evil villain, and he wants to be judged that way to boot!

5) “No, it definitely isn’t. Koichi trained the quirk, but he didn’t polish it that much, people in the hero course train their quirks far more intensely and even so they can’t bring out such improvements. Koichi’s quirk is far from mediocre, in fact, it might be one of the most OP things in this story.”- Koichi went from Mineta’s power level to “potentially challenging to OFA” over the course of a single battle.

6) “Oh, okay, so now we need to handle a bullshit reason for AfO to not have stolen Koichi’s quirk as well huh”- The reason is: AFO can’t steal shit if he doesn’t have his passport for an overseas trip!

7) “KOICHI MY MAN, CAN YOU FINE TUNE YOUR AIM A BIT? REMEMBER THAT GHOST POP GAVE YOU THE ALL CLEAR TO KILL”- His aim is fine, it’s his will that’s the problem…and the will to not kill is sadly unbreakable.

8) “So, what will be the excuse for AfO not try to steal Koichi’s quirk? It either is strong enough with barely any training that it can suit Shigaraki, or it would be useful after AfO bodysnatch him, since he’s far more adaptable. There’s literally no reason for him not to try.”- The reason is that powerful as the Quirk is, it pales still in comparison to OFA, and AFO judges that the effort required to go halfway around the world for a single Quirk won’t be worth the payoff, especially when his ongoing operations need his direct oversight for the moment. Essentially, Koichi has caught his eye, but he’s not as invested in chasing him down as he is All Might and Izuku, who literally cannot run away from him no matter where in the world they go.

9) “Yes because, you know, he can regenerate, and we haven’t decided if that’s actually plasma or if he managed to solidify it into a physical form.”- Still should be taking a lot out of him to generate this much mass, so lord knows where he gets the strength form to last a further 5 or so chapters.

10) “I love how this is again throwing shit at McBee. Koichi is actively not giving his all so as to not hurt him, and the guy is getting obliterated to hell and back.”- When taking the gloves off still does nothing to stop you enemy treating you with kid gloves…

11) “Good thing all the buildings around here are conveniently totally empty, it would be a real tragedy if this was taking place somewhere not completely devoid of people”- A magnificently abandoned section of the city this, to have a final battle in. Not like it’s within driving distance of a major hospital or anything…

12) “even my sarcasm doesn’t work when they literally use it as an excuse the following page”- Your sarcasm Quirk is hard countered by Furuhasi’s tendency to play all the absurdity straight as an arrow. @thelreads

[toa-arania]

At this point I just want to talk about Val more

My girl. My beloved Hot Mess Express. This fucking disaster of a woman.

Within a week of arriving in town, someone tried to murder her, and she responds by getting the closest anyone has ever come to actually knocking that bitch off her pedestal. Her friends made her promise not to keep fucking with her and now she is instrumental in their plan to fuck with her. She wants to punch all of them in the dick(s) but is too smug about having been right the whole time to say so.

She once accidentally contacted an eldritch entity.

She has given plants sentience and had to set them on fire because it ate a fairy.

Her sense of curiosity is cripplingly overwhelming to the point where she causes supernatural harm to people who try to obstruct her because she has a massive complex about how she absolutely has to know things.

She is one of the most arrogant people ever and is also incredibly jealous of how powerful the other witch is. She desires him carnally.

She frequently clarifies that she has never done anything stupid and is always right, and then proceeds to do something that was technically a smart idea but also goes catastrophically wrong. Technically she is right when she says she's always right and doesn't do stupid things because she agonisingly overthinks everything at mach twelve, but her magic is screwy and sometimes goes wrong in ways she can't predict. When this happens she tries to figure out how to do it on purpose.

There is a non-zero chance she will fall ass-backwards into lichdom.

She is planning to make a warlock pact with four demonstrably malicious gods and is utterly convinced that she will be in control of the situation.

She has the hots for a magic-resistant werewolf who has agreed to help her dig up a body if necessary.

She got left on read by a dead person while trying to do a seance.

She is (probably) going to kill that fucking clown.

Someone accidentally spread a rumour that she had a threesome and now she wants to have the threesome that people think she had so she is probably going to go along with it. Because of plans she is going to blame someone else for spreading it.

Monsterfucker Wrongs

My plan for her character arc is for her to end up losing herself to her evil magic pact but she will refuse to accept that she is not in control of the situation because it will intensify her magic power so much that it feels like everything has gone how she wanted.

She can and will drink undiluted blackcurrant squash.

The fairies are ignoring her for something that was technically not her fault.

One of her plans involves necromancy but the fucking ghost won't pick up the damn seance so she can't check if this is something the ghost will cooperate with in the first place.

She tries to ruin this one girl's life as a way to relax. In her defence, this girl is the one who tried to murder her. Val also desired her carnally but got bored because she stopped after one relatively mundane murder attempt.

She was completely fine after she touched a rock that made her feel soul-crushing despair but had to go and throw up after touching a rock that made her feel relentless joy.

I have joked that her middle name is hubris and the GM and I have decided to never reveal whether this is canon.

She cannot handle her drink at all but also makes incredibly strong drinks because she doesn't give a fuck.

Her cousin is a shapeshifter and the rest of her family are also completely unhinged.

She has a spell to stop someone from hurting people and the last time she tried using this on the werewolf (at his request to be clear) she accidentally put him in Plant Shibari and wasn't not into it.

Her (sort of) ex got sent to Superhell for being edgy.

She is a pathological liar and kleptomaniac and everyone is just kind of fine with this? They don't like the lying very much but they're used to it.

She has no idea how to process people just doing nice things for her for no reason, and the only reason she isn't completely convinced that this guy was doing it for an ulterior motive is because she doesn't think he's smart enough to have one.

She has green hair and pronouns.

[house-of-slayterr]

Hannibal Crack-Cannons: aka Incorrect Quotes:

@myers-meadow-selfship @iloveslasher @the-limp-linguine

Hannibal:

Despite what you think, Hannibal IS a himbo…

Now hear me out. He’s obviously very educated, but when it comes to being a person he is CLUELESS.

Like Hannibal never expects someone to actually get close to him, and when they do, he panics. And he makes a bunch of clumsy little social mistakes, that frankly, are adorable.

He’s a friendship himbo and I stand by that!

S/O: *touches Hannibal’s hand in public, unprovoked*

Hannibal who is not used to genuine affection: *staring at them* why?

S/O: *facepalming*

William:

But if we wanna talk real Himbos….

Cause bro! Wtf are you doing? Homeboy is a MESS.

The only thought in Will’s head is that tik tok audio that’s like “I don’t know what’s going on, and frankly, I don’t wanna know” and he likes it like that.

Will on his 4th cup of coffee of the day: *pushes a door that CLEARLY says pull*

S/O: For your sake, I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that *holds open door for him, smiling at how adorable he is when he gets flustered*

Jack:

This man is a FREAK!

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think he’s into a lot of kinky shit in the bedroom. Man is a respectful switch!

Will: *seeing his boss by rope and duct tape at the corner store*

Jack: it’s not what it looks like-

Alana:

BI WIFE ENERGY, SHE HAS BI WIFE ENERGY!

I think Alana is also a switch, don’t know when this became a NSFW post but we’re rolling with it 🤪

But I totally see her letting men be dominate cause she doesn’t want to hurt their fragile little egos. But with a woman, oh boy! Alana cannot keep her hands to herself, and she doesn’t pretend to want to.

This woman is a flirt by nature. She will Gaslight, Gatekeeper and Girlboss her way into your heart. She’s a smooth motherfucker and you’ll never see her coming… I mean… unless you want to 👀 then by all means 😉

She totally humble brags about you latter.

Beverly:

A Roxy kinnie, prove me wrong!

That’s it, that’s the whole headcannon. If you know, you know!

Abigail:

Abigail is just Violet Harmon in a different universe, and thank god she never met her Tate. Oh dear god, what a night mare that would be!

Abigail with S/O:

Frederick:

There’s not even a headcannon here, just like, imagine if Fred was played by this motherfucker…

Instead of this motherfucker…

Also have this video of Fred’s actor being iconic, this is just Frederick when he’s alone 😂.

So I guess the headcannon is that Frederick is a musical theatre kid confirmed!

Belinda:

Wine Mom confirmed!

Freddie:

As we fucking should!

Mason:

This is just a shameless way for me to promote one of my old videos. I was proud of this meme and more people should see it!

Brian:

Drinks respect boyfriend juice!

But I also hope you like being a third wheel on dates, cause where Brian goes, Jimmy will be there. Good thing they’re both cute 😉

Jimmy:

Jimbo texting his S/O:

And anyone who gets a glimpse at these text is instantly terrified and convinced you’re both doing some sort of seance through the phone. But it’s just you’re average Tuesday.

Margo Verger as a lesbian icon:

[brw]

Sue/Crystal for the spooky movies

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Mmmm I think Sue enjoys to watch one every once in a while but I can see Crystal forming a weird obsession with them despite almost pissing herself every single time a jumpscare happens.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Historically Sue, but I imagine after Franklin and Val some of the joy got a little bit sucked out because there's so much to prep with costumes and buying candy and setting up the house for spooky times and she generally doesn't mind it but she's often doing the bulk of the work, but after Crystal gets super excited and into This Fun Earth Tradition she kind of rediscovers some joy for it :)

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: Crystal would literally let everyone fucking die on the moon and just watch like damn. yikes. But the moment that shit reaches Attilan she is fucked along with everyone else, so ultimately I think Sue, who like is the last surviving member of her family and is battle hardened and is surviving but not living etc.

Which one would literally kill for the other: Crystal, Sue would also but I think Crystal generally is quicker to kill a bitch for the newest person she's obsessed with while Sue will repress that urge until it comes forward all at once. She is very willing to kill under certain circumstances tho.

Which one likes to scare or startle the other: They both will try to scare each other but Sue is MUCH better at it by being quiet and invisible while Crystal cannot stop audibly giggling right before she jumps out from behind the door to spook her.

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Crystal obnoxiously snuggling into her girlfriends chest at any given opportunity

Which one always puts on a brave face: Sue moreso, being the leading lady of the most iconic super hero team etc etc has to put on a brave face, while Crystal certainly tries but I do think ultimately Crystal has never learned to mask her emotions or ignore them

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: Sue. I needn't explain.

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: Crystal, she's Royalty, you expect her to care about human laws? It's very stressful for Sue seeing her GF almost get arrested for immediately trying to assault a guy that looked her in the eyes too long.

Which one believes in ghosts: Hmm, Sue I think. She knows weird shit exists in her line of work and she's not going to discount ghosts either. I don't know if Attilan has a strong ghost culture but maybe it does.

Which one likes to watch spooky show on television: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm probably Sue if only because I think she's watching more television in her downtime than Crystal, who's out I dunno trying as many boba tea flavours as she can and throwing up later from drinking like 12.

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Crystal because she thinks it sounds fun, Sue thinks it's a ridiculous idea but will go along with it and maybe purposeful move stuff to scare the shit out of Crys

Which one has nightmares more often: Mmf.... probably Sue, but I think they emotionally effect Crystal more, like I think Sue can calm herself down more and remind herself of her power and her growth while Crystal will I dunno, dream of all the people in Attilan that seemingly regularly commit suicide by throwing themselves off balconies or of Luna getting hurt and really struggle to calm down.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house: Crystal, Sue would start playing tricks but then they would both see some Actual Freaky Paranormal Shit and would freak out and leave.

Scary OTP Meme

[thebeeduo]

Ranboo: That's fine. That was on the ground by the way

Tubbo: I copped (the merch)

Ranboo: Wow, look at this. That is incredibly

Tubbo: I copped the merch! I'm not on brand

Ranboo: You too can cop the merch September 5th! *thumbs up*

Tubbo: *thumbs up*

Ranboo: That was good. That was a good transition

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: That was a good (transition)

[Lag]

Tubbo: (I did) I fixed it..

Ranboo: You fixed it? Ok, that's good

Tubbo: ..when I was inside. It does this weird thing where it goes grey..

Ranboo: Yeah?

Tubbo: ..every now and then

Ranboo: Okay..

Tubbo: That's because that thing got wet once and now it just keeps going grey randomly

Ranboo: Well, we hate it so.. *mouth fart noise* Maybe it was the tree demon

Tubbo: We don't hate me. That cost me a lot of money!

Ranboo: Maybe it was the tree demon the whole time

Tubbo: The tree demon is messing with the stream?

Ranboo: People are saying that the camera is still glitching. Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: That's cringe!

Ranboo: Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: I'll go see.. Um..

Ranboo: "It's Lani"? Lani is actually sitting right there so..

Tubbo: Uh.. Shake your hands around lots

Ranboo: *waves at camera* Greetings! I don't know what wrong with the camera

Tubbo: It's fine!

Ranboo: It's fine?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: You sure?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Alright. Alright, "We're good now"? "It's fine now"? That's good. That's good. Alright. Subscribe for- Ok, whatever. Alright, mkay. What are- Ok, wait wait wait. We can use the ghost hunting app

Tubbo: I don't want to do ghost hunting

Ranboo: No let's see what words we can get. Let's see what words we can get with this

Tubbo: Ahh.. Can I talk to it?

Ranboo: I mean that's not the talking one

Tubbo: Hello Ranboo phone!

Tubbo and Ranboo: "Designate"

Ranboo: It actually changed as soon as it got to your hands

Tubbo: What am I designating bro?

Ranboo: What are you designating? It just gave us the words "designate" and I just don't know what that means

Tubbo: "Designated driver"? Am I the designated driver?

Ranboo: You cannot drive

Tubbo: Is this because I don't drink?

Ranboo: You just cannot drive

Tubbo: Yo, how ghosty are you? *puts phone to Ranboo's neck*

Tubbo: *Ranboo receives a notification* Oh. Well..

Ranboo: You got a notification as soon as you did that. So pretty ghosty I think. Alright, what's my ghost word?

Tubbo: Maybe if I just flip it upside down

Ranboo: No no no no, what's my ghost word? Let's put it, like, on me. What's my ghost word?

Tubbo: I'm designated *thumbs up*

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. Give it to me

Tubbo: I'm designated

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. It's not giving me my ghost word. You suck!

Tubbo: You're just not as cool as I am

Ranboo: You suck! and I hate you!

Ghost app: *growling/whispering noises*

Tubbo: *scared* Why did it just roar and why did it just get windy?

Ranboo: "Along"

Tubbo: You're "along", I'm "designate"

Ranboo: "Designate along". What does that mean?

Tubbo: Designate along..

Ranboo: At first I thought it said "among" and I was about to lose my mind. I was so excited for a second there

Tubbo: I really want to go inside now. Can we stop playing now?

Ranboo: No no no no no! Ok, here, let's use the radio one, alright? Let's use the radio one. Oh, I immediately get a negative.. sign

Tubbo: No, that's because I flipped off the ghost

Ranboo: Flip off the ghost some more, I wanna see what happens

Tubbo: Noo, no I don't want to. I feel like I've got spiders all over me. Ow

Ranboo: Come on! I want to be the one who got possessed, why is it you! Gosh darn it!

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: You sure? You're feeling spiders on yourself. That's kinda.. you know..

Tubbo: Maybe there's just spiders in your dress

Ranboo: I don't know! Let's start another seance thing. Let's do that, ok? Let's do it

Tubbo: *whining*

Ranboo: What is your name or are you here, answer one of those, I do not know.. Let us see

Ranboo: Are you here? Why are there so many bugs on the pentagram. There's like an unearthly amount of- There's actually so many.. Get the bugs off the [unintelligible]

Tubbo: Because bugs are attracted to light

Ranboo: Are you here?

Ranboo: I don't- It's just not moving anymore. You have angered it a lot

Tubbo: Nooo, I'm sorry

Ranboo: You realise as soon as you said it, it, like, turned it off

Ranboo: Do something! Please! Alright, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna take some recommendations from chat on what shall we do. Let take some recommendations on chat, alright?

Tubbo: I don't want to..

Ranboo: "Among us". "Tubbo is possessed let's go"

Tubbo: I'd better not- If I'm possessed dude, I'm kicking you out of my house. Go somewhere else. Go get a hotel, I don't care

Ranboo: Dude, if you get possessed, that gives me ever more reason to stay because that means I get to live with a possessed person which is awesome!

Tubbo: Noo. If I get possessed, I wanna be left alone! I wanna be left alone!

Ranboo: Which is awesome. Alright, "Say goodbye to the demon"? No, I want the demon here. I wanna fight it. I wanna fight the demon. "Tell the demon to buy merch". So true, I love the VIPs in my chat.

Tubbo: I.. am.. unhappy

Ranboo: "Put salt"? *gasp* We should put salt on him.. and see what happens

Tubbo: No

Ranboo: Hmm... Hmm... "Ever since it counted down it stopped working". That is true, you did kinda..

Tubbo: I broke it

Ranboo: You did kinda- "Ask it to scratch one of you". Scratch one of us! Scratch me! Scratch me! That would be awesome

Tubbo: *punches Ranboo*

Ranboo: That was just a punch and that hurt!

Tubbo: Good. I'm not having a good time

Ranboo: Ow! O-Ow... That a-Ow.. wow

Tubbo: I mean, to be fair, it hurt me more than you. I punched with my thumb on the inside of my hand

Ranboo: Oh that was just your fault

Tubbo: Ow.. Yeah

Ranboo: Scratch me! Scratch me! Fight me, actually! Punch me, perhaps. But not like that *points at Tubbo* You notice how as soon as I asked the demon to harm me, you punched me? *staring at Tubbo* You know w- *camera glitches and cuts off audio*

Tubbo: I don't wanna be possessed

Ranboo: "Get a professional"? I am a professional. Right? Right?

Tubbo: I need holy water

Ranboo: *audio cuts off* What do you want me to do?

Tubbo: *laughs* Boil the hell out of some water *camera and audio glitch again*

Ranboo: What do you want me to do? People are saying "lag" *stream lag*

Ranboo: Ok, that worked. That actually worked as soon as I said that. I am so powerful. Ahh man

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: Well.. kinda too late for me at least

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: How do you think I became so popular on content creation in such little time?

Tubbo: By using the- No I can't- I'm under an NDA (non-disclosure agreement) I can't say..

Ranboo: Stop saying that I'm an industry plant and just say-

Tubbo: You're an industry plant!

Ranboo: I would rather be called a demon than an industry plant

Tubbo: You're an industry plant

Ranboo: I'm not an industry plant. That is not true. That is not true

Tubbo: Oh grey screen is back

Ranboo: It went grey again? I'm gonna- Ok we're fine

Tubbo: It only does it for like two seconds. Relax, holy crap

Ranboo: But the thing is though, like-

Tubbo: What's that Harry Styles song about the watermelon? *starts dancing*

Ranboo: What does that have anything- I'm explaining to you how I'm a demon

Tubbo: Maybe the demon likes songs. Wait, I wanna play a song to the demon

Ranboo: Oh wait! Yeah let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Wait, no, let me pick! I wanna pick one

Ranboo: Let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Um.. Ok! Does the demon like "Airplane Mode" *jamming*

Ranboo: I have something. Now, here, ok. You've got yours. Now let me play my song to the demon. *white noise*

Tubbo: *starts singing Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas* When the beat drops, gotta get that that that that. Boom boom boom, gotta get that. Boom boom boom gotta get that *dancing*

Ranboo: So how come you enjoy this? Why do you suddenly enjoy this when I'm playing the music that's meant for the demon?

Tubbo: Stooop! I was just joking

Ranboo: The evidence is piling up, ladies and gentlemen. Tubbo is possessed, I think

Tubbo: I am not!

Ranboo: The evidence is kinda piling up quite a bit actually

Tubbo: Leave me alone! I'm not possessed!

Ranboo: Quite a good amount!

Tubbo: Stop saying I'm possessed

Ranboo: So how come you keep doing things that the demon- that I'm asking the demon to do

Tubbo: I literally just did a TikTok dance

Ranboo: Yeah, 'cause I said that the demon would like the music

Tubbo: The demon wouldn't have done that. The demon would've not "hit the woah" or the weird Q&A thing (ref: The "Questions I get Asked" TikTok dance)

Ranboo: Who do you think- Who do you think invented those things? Demons on TikTok

Tubbo: *gasp* What?!

Ranboo: Yeah, that's right. TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: TikTok demons? Tik-emons?

Ranboo: TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: I'm not possessed dude. They're all saying that I'm possessed

Ranboo: You might be.. You could be

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: No, out of either of us, honestly, I would be the one to be possessed.. Honestly.. I already am *stares at camera*

Tubbo: Heeughh.. I'm sus!

Ranboo: *does hands gestures* Yeah

Tubbo: This is comfy!

Ranboo: I mean, the thing- Wow so you're saying that my merch that comes out on September 5th is quite comfortable? Wow, what a great review from Tubbo himself!

Tubbo: Oh *facepalms* It also smells of sweat

Ranboo: No, it does not! I know it doesn't

Tubbo: *sniffs Ranboo's hoodie*

Ranboo: It does not

Tubbo: How sweaty are you? *keeps sniffing*

Ranboo: I'm not at all! He's just trying to slander me!

Tubbo: *intensely sniffing hoodie* It does smell like you though. Everything that you touch gets that "you" smell. It's kinda weird..

Ranboo: That's really really weird actually

Tubbo: Like..

Ranboo: I think you may be possessed honestly

Tubbo: No!

Ranboo: How do you have a sense of smell that does-

Tubbo: No, I'm not even kidding! Where you sit on my sofa, you make the area of my sofa where you slept smell like you, and I'm like *sniffs hoodie* Eugh!

Ranboo: *silent*

Tubbo: *pats Ranboo* No, you don't smell that bad. It's ok! There there

Ranboo: *moves arms away and stares at Tubbo*

Tubbo: I'm not a demon!

Ranboo: No, I'm not doing that because I think you're a demon. I'm doing that just because it's.. weird. Just incredibly weird

Tubbo: What? No.. Sympathy pats?

Ranboo: No sympathy pats

Tubbo: Oh..

Ranboo: No more

Tubbo: Oh I just got a text message from TommyInnit. All will be ok

Ranboo: That was in a group chat

Tubbo: Wait, who the hell is this?

Ranboo: That was in a group chat so..

Tubbo: Wait..

Ranboo: That was in a group chat.. That's kinda sad that you said you got a text from TommyInnit but it was just in a group chat. So that's kinda sad..

Tubbo: Do you know that number?

Ranboo: Nope!

Tubbo: Uh oh..

Ranboo: Anyway.. "Ask the demon if he likes the Dream SMP"? Will do. Do you like Dream SMP?

Tubbo: How big is your willy?

Ranboo: It said yes!

Tubbo: Did it actually?

Ranboo: The tree demon is a Dream SMP enjoyer! Woo! Welp, and now it's just spelling out words. "S" "T" "O" "P" "W" "H". "Stop while".. "Stop while you".. "Stop while you can"!

Tubbo: I.. really hate-

Ranboo: You would like that, wouldn't you? You wimp! You wimp!

Tubbo: *takes Ranboo's phone and throws it away* Knock that off! I hate this!

Ranboo: My phone... my phone!

Tubbo: Have my phone

Ranboo: You don't have demon apps on your phone!

Tubbo: I don't like it! It's being creepy!

Ranboo: What do you mean it's "being creepy"! I told y-

Tubbo and Ranboo: *stare at demon Ouija app's planchette moving on its own in fear*

Tubbo: *scared* Why is it going on its own?

Ranboo: It's going on its own

Tubbo: I just wanna leave. Can- I'm going to bed dude, it's past my bedtime. I'm honestly- I'm gonna go-

Ranboo: Can you at least grab me my phone?

Tubbo: Yeah.. I'm done

Ranboo: You're done? What do you mean you're done?

Tubbo: Why did it just say "No"? It said "no", I'm not done *scared*. I am done! Leave me alone!

Ranboo: You're not done. You're never done

[jawusa]

"Planchette, Noela... do we really have to do this?" I don't think..."

"We gotta stay strong and perform this seance now! You know, She's the only person who can give us answers! Planchette, give me that book!"

"I.. uhm, I should really get going, I don't think I feel comfortable..."

"Stay, where you are, Miss! I know exactly why you're here, you want to resurrect your mom! But you're not aware that a long journey awaits you... you have to leave Lunar Lakes if you want to survive. Otherwise, they will come!"

"... who will come?"

"The same bastards who kidnapped my son and your mother! Now, they're after you! That's all what I can say, the rest, you will have to find out yourself, farewell!"

"Mathilde, everything's gonna be alright! We'll come with you! They won't find you, nor will they ever hurt you!"

"Uhmm... guys, I think we should really get going now... I see her in the mirror... and she doesn't look pleased at all!"

"It's already too late, dear mortals! But I can cast a lightning strike which will teleport you three to the edge of the universe where they cannot find you! But only two of you will survive... one of you will not make it through!"

On that night, a mysterious lightning strike teleported the three to Aileen Landing... after passing through a strange tunnel of darkness and light at the same time, they were happy to see each other again, but something wasn't quite alright and took more of a sinister turn...

[chaotic-lydia]

I saw your posts for Lydia X Wednesday, what are you hcs for meeting the family?? :D

My good friend, thank you for your ask! I absolutely adore Lydsday/Black Wednesday so I’m overjoyed to answer this (I am still working on your other ask, however I’m still in the homework stage with it). So, meeting the family!

The Addams family:

I strongly believe that Wednesday is the first to invite Lydia home to meet her family, rather than Lydia inviting Wednesday to Deetz-Maitland home (because... well, what if she freaks out about the ghosts and demons and decides she no longer likes her and doesn’t want to see her again and then she’ll be alone— well, no matter how unlikely it seems, you get the idea)

Lydia takes one look at the Addams family home and just HAS to take a picture. So now she has a framed photograph of Wednesday stood next to the wrought iron gates at the foot of the hill on which her home is situated (it’s her favourite photograph). And let’s be honest, she positively beams at Gate when it opens for her, even stroking one of its bars in gratitude.

Okay but THE FOGHORN BELL. Lydia can’t help but giggle at it (and Wednesday nearly swoons) in its full glory. It’s here that she meets Lurch, and suddenly she no longer thinks Wednesday would mind Beetlejuice nor the Maitlands very much. He offers to take her veil and she compliments his wonderful sneer.

Lydia offers her hand to Gomez to be shaken, but instead her takes in and drags her into a hug instead. She’s like “this is fine ;-;” as she suffocates in his lapel and affection. He proceeds to nearly shake her arm off. Gomez shows a lot of enthusiasm for her photography, despite knowing nothing about himself, and is most taken with her more gloomy pictures. He buys a copious amount of them from her for prices she cannot even begin to fathom (“I’ll buy this for fifty thousand dollars!”; “Mr Addams, please that’s—“; “Not enough! You’re right, how stingy I’m being for such magnificence, ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!”). Lydia gets ambushed every time she enters the house by a moustached man and his sabre. He intends for her to “be able to protect yourself from harm, now you’re part of the clan”. Gomez definitely plans their wedding.

I think Morticia is more the type to compliment Lydia by singing her praises to Wednesday instead. She’ll say things like “What a woefully gloomy young woman you’ve found here, Wednesday,” to express her approval. Morticia is the kind to give Lydia the “hurt her and perish by the hands of our family” talk but Lydia responds adequately (unlike Fester in The Addams Family) and Morticia warms to her then. Morticia, Wednesday and Lydia all attend tea and seances every full moon.

Gomez and Morticia end up making out (naturally) and Wednesday’s like “we’re leaving, bye” and drags her from the room.

Pugsley drops in with some form of torture device (as an excuse because he wanted to meet the new girl) and is like “oh hi” before trying to convince Wednesday and her “girlfriend” to play Is There A God? with him. Well, at “girlfriend” Wednesday begins to chew him out with carefully chosen words honed to such a sharp precision they could make one bleed. Lydia watches with amusement for a while before eventually cutting in with how “there isn’t a God but there’s certainly a Netherworld.”

OKAY BUT LYDIA AND THING GET ON LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE. Wednesday was most afraid of their introduction in case it was a little too much but Thing’s spritely personality matches Lydia’s penchant for mischief almost perfectly. If anything, there was more to fear AFTER they met than before.

Faster and Grandmama are only met on her second visit to the Addams’ residence (and so are Gomez’ swords “All good woman must learn how to weild a sabre!”)

The Deetz-Maitland family:

This visit no doubt comes straight off of the back of their visit to the Addams’ residence before Lydia can chicken out. She begs everybody to be on their best behaviour and just... try. For her, for one night (like One Normal Night from the musical but opposite). Obviously nobody adheres to it.

Charles and Delia are the first to be greeted once they’re in the door and Lydia has taken Wednesday’s coat. Both Charles and Delia have a moment like “OH NO. NOW THERE’S ANOTHER ONE” but Charles is better at hiding it. He introduces them with all of the businessman charm he can muster, meanwhile Delia is clutching onto her crystal for dear life. All of this very much pleases Wednesday. Not to mention, you can definitely expect her and Charles to hit it off about business. Wednesday doesn’t mind at all talking about her father’s shares in the lint industry. (And she definitely tells Delia about black magic and the negative opposite of the energies she embraces to freak her out make conversation)

Lydia is SO RELIEVED that Wednesday can see the Maitlands, and Wednesday is fascinated by their condition

Adam introduces Wednesday to the realm of dad jokes. She is not amused; he makes it his mission to get her to laugh/smile at AT LEAST one of his jokes. Wednesday is fascinated by how tangible and corporeal the Maitlands’ spectral form is and ends up discussing it for hours with Adam (since all of the seances she’s attended have been calling upon invisible spirits)

Barbara goes full on MomModeTM on Lydia. She tells Wednesday all the humiliating stories she knows about Lydia (Wednesday files away the “strange and unusual” comment for future teasing, as Lydia blushes). Of course she compliments Wednesday in all of her woe and how well she suits Lydia. Not to mention how happy she’s made her adopted daughter (cue even more blushing from Lydia). OKAY BUT PHOTO ALBUM TIME.

@gothic-but-will-fight-u and I headcanoned that the Maitlands totally dig out the photo album (Wednesday WILL see the customary picture of baby Lydia’s first bath whether they like it or not) but they know every page that has painful memories for Lydia to skip. Then a picture slips out and... there’s a sadness to Lydia that gets addressed when Wednesday excuses them to go to her bedroom. Cue a retelling of the events of Beetlejuice from when her mom became her dead mom.

Which, naturally, leads us onto the ghost with the most himself: BEETLEJUICE! My goodness the two couldn’t be more opposite and there’s immediate tension between the two. “You’re the one who’s stealing my best friend, huh? You’re smaller than I’d anticipated.”; “So you’re the demon who tried to marry my underage girlfriend, huh? You remember the pain you felt when you died? What if I told you I could triple that and make your afterlife into a deathly Hell. Consider it a threat and a promise.”; “Firstly, it was a green card thing. Secondly, I like this one, Lyds. Where’d you find her?” Lydia proudly proclaiming she found her in the cemetery. Wednesday and Beej have a relationship where they love to hate one another: both know Lydia would be unhappy without one of them, but they doesn’t stop them trying to mutilate one another.

[tulipfarm]

content creator tag

rules: answer the questions and then tag 10+ other creators to answer the questions! 

tagged by: @taylorjoy-anya, @seance, @niinazenik & @neve-campbells (thank you!)

tagging: everyone i mention in this post (ignore if you did it already tho or only if you want!)

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: gonna cheat and say my first creation was this petermj holiday fanfic that i kinda hate now lol and most recent is zendaya in 2020

one of your favorite creations from 2020: i don’t even like zutara like that but i love this one

a creation you’re really proud of: day one of jatpweek! my favorite character

a new style you tried this year and a gifset that uses it: i only started gifmaking this year but it was really cool learning how to do the torn paper effect. i only did it twice and it wasn’t great but i’d like to try it more

your favorite coloring: bi colors for atla

a creation that took you forever: the gaang + mbti because an anon requested it and since i had no knowledge of mbti i had to do some research. then i had to figure out which scenes would work. and then i had to screencap everything (i hate screencapping) and i really wanted it to look good. i think i remade it 3 times until i was happy with it

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes: zendaya’s bday gifset as it should!!!

a creation you think deserved more notes: jatp + types of crushes deserved more love. the ratio on that one hurts.

a creation with a favorite scene/quote: flynn is so cute omg

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: julie and the phantoms babey (here’s willex and juke my babies)

a creation you made that breaks your heart: julie molina + learning to grieve

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: atla + tumblr’s year in review and also jatp + the songs outside of their performances

a creation that was inspired by another one (add both your creation and the one that inspired it!): this petermj set i did!!! looking back on it now, i wish i made it prettier but yeah, i love them so much. inspired by bartonclinton’s naley set

a favorite creation created by someone else: gonna have to say literally anything mer @ahssoka makes 🥰 here are some examples of how talented she is: one // two // three // four // five !!!!

some of your favorite content creators from the year: cannot possibly name all of them but here’s some of them: @stewart-booboo @kor-ra @sailorsmoon @iridescentides @grayson-richard @beltik @juliesmolinas @katecastle @valenttine @cloud19s @alexsmercer @nora-reid @taylorjoy-anya @suyins @merceralexs @chonis @coulter @kataang @kevsryans @jakeperalta @yonceknowles @cheryl-bombshell @juliesmolina @betty-coopers @milesgmorales @martacabreras @zavens @lyraspans

for good measure, a couple more creations of yours that you love: im gonna do more than a couple because i feel like it: julie molina + the symbolism of doorways // ariana grande’s 34+35 // katara + chloe x halle // jatpweek + favorite friendship // zutara + cloak & dagger // juke + the 5 love languages // zuko + quote // katara + vincent van gogh // zendaya + big three // mailee + quote // katara character profile // atla’s book three

[blookmallow]

hoouhgh i finally watched hereditary even though i knew it would upset me but i really, really liked midsommar and wanted to give it a shot but it Did, In Fact, Definitely Fucking Upset Me :’) im alright though im just like well! i am never watching That again 

anyway it was. really interesting but i feel like i did not understand it at all. heres me trying to untangle some thoughts 

- I don’t totally understand the significance of the dollhouse/miniature parallels. something something “a way to control her life/the things happening to her when she Can’t control them” annie is unable to express feelings, so she expresses them in her art (her miniatures) like charlie expresses through drawing 

she makes models about her trauma, it seems to be how she processes them, she has models of her mother in hospice care, her mother like an apparition at the bedroom door, and then a graphic model of charlie’s death 

- paint seems to be a significant symbol in some places. maybe... paint represents Emotion/grief? annie normally paints her models very, very delicately and carefully, cautiously controlling and keeping the strokes tiny and precise. she spills the paint before she goes to joan’s house for the first time - maybe a spilling of emotion, trauma pouring out in an uncontrolled mess, so it serves as the catalyst for her deciding she needs help (or, if you go with the “everything was predetermined” concept, she spilled the paint specifically to point her to the paper so she would call joan, i guess) 

in her sleepwalking state in the past, annie covered herself and her children with paint thinner as a flame accelerant  - something to make emotions lesser, to water them down, ultimately to destroy them?

then when she runs into joan again (another Probably Not Coincidence) it’s as she’s coming out of the craft store (possibly, buying more paint, possibly even replacing the spilled paint with something else)

- flame is an obvious important symbol too: charlie sees her grandmother engulfed in flame, her parents are constantly concerned that she’ll freeze because she sleeps in the tree house without heaters and goes out without a coat (possibly she doesn’t feel the cold because of. hell. i dont know) the seance rituals start with a candle flame, dumping water on annie stops the possession 

annie slept in the tree house surrounded in heaters, she did feel the cold and tried to protect herself from it, and she thought she was the link to whatever was terrorizing her family but instead of killing her, burning the sketchbook killed her husband instead, so i think that might be implying that annie is not in fact what’s actually causing all of this. im guessing the book burned her at first to stop her from destroying it - as charlie is really the cause, and probably needs it - and then burned the. father whose name i have forgotten instead of her out of spite or to send a “this isn’t about you, and you cannot stop me” message 

- i think the death of the pigeon may have been what awakened something in charlie, she cuts off its head and draws the severed head with a crown, both foreshadowing what is about to happen to her, and that she. i guess, is actually. hell royalty. or whatever the fuck that was 

she mentions her grandmother wanted her to be a boy, but since peter was born first, i dont understand why this... demon thing passed on to charlie, the second child, instead of the firstborn, who was a boy, which is apparently the demon’s preference. maybe something to do with the fact that annie did not want him and actively tried to miscarry him fucked up the. whatever it is that causes the rebirth

I really just don’t buy that charlie was always a hell demon and never loved anyone in her family? it seems like it took her over or awakened in her as time went on, annie mentions her mother had DID so it’s possible that charlie and. whatever the demon’s name is are in fact two different entities that both lived within charlie (most likely when the grandmother died, it moved to charlie because of the connection charlie had with her. still dont know why charlie was the one groomed into this rather than peter, though) 

- there’s a lot of passively Wanting To Die or seeing the inevitability of death; charlie wandered off, slept in the cold, didn’t bring a coat, didn’t bring her epi pen, wasn’t careful about nuts, possibly Knew or at least subconsciously knew that body, that self, was necessarily going to die, and didn’t ultimately matter. she asks her mother “who will take care of me when you die” and weirdly instead of saying something like “don’t worry, I won’t die for a long time” or something reassuring, annie just says “well, then your father will, or peter” almost implying somewhere subconsciously she knows she’s going to die too

when charlie died, annie in her grief screamed that she wanted to die too. her unconscious self tried to kill her children and herself before, and may have tried to strangle peter (it’s unclear if that actually happened or if it was the demon and peter thought it was his mother or if it was a hallucination/nightmare altogether) and she actively tried to miscarry to prevent peter from being born in the first place 

im not sure what exactly that means. could be that annie subconsciously could feel the trauma and tragedy that was, inevitably, coming for her and her family and was trying to kill them all to save them from it (but was horrified on realizing this, as she didn’t consciously know this) but her attempts always failed because the demon stopped her from denying fate 

 - it’s very odd to me that the father is never included in these incidents, though. we see almost nothing of his own emotional self or grief. the demon never affects him at all until the moment of his death and even then it feels like he was only killed to hurt annie and peter 

we see his anger, but it comes out like annoyance rather than grief, we don’t see him break down until way, way later when he’s alone in a car with his unconscious son (he makes a sudden stop, and. nothing happens, but it’s possible something in the physical act of... almost getting in an accident, almost having That Happen Again, himself, might have snapped something in him)

then they come home, and annie goes from relief that her husband in the front seat is okay, to immediate panic realizing, once again, her child is unresponsive in the back seat with a head injury (though obviously way less severe. he uh. he still had a head)

so. parallels. i lost where i was going with that thought. the demon doesn’t seem interested in the father at all and he seems to be completely emotionally disconnected from his family and his life and im not sure what purpose that serves

- on predestination: charlie’s treehouse may have always been a cult temple (then, did sleeping there affect her spiritually/mentally, or did she want to sleep there because the demon was already in her?) 

we don’t know the extent of joan’s involvement in their lives. she knew annie’s mother, so she’s been involved The Whole Goddamn Time, but we don’t know how far that influence goes. she could have had a hand in putting the nuts in the cake somehow (knew someone there, recommended the recipe, something). peter swerves because there was a dead animal in the road - joan and/or the other cultists could have put it there. joan probably was waiting for annie at the grief counseling group and could have followed her to the craft store to stage an “incidental” meet up (annie is the one who notices her and calls out to her, but she could have just been making herself visible expecting that she would probably see her - if she keeps showing up places and reaching out to her first, annie might become suspicious that she’s doing it on purpose) 

she gives annie the means to talk to her daughter’s spirit, knowing that she’s broken and desperate and will likely do it (probably knowing she’s a medium already, too), knowing that this will make contact with the demon (the incantation she gives her is probably specifically for that purpose - since annie can’t read the language, she wouldn’t know this. the moral here is don’t read weird ancient latin texts out loud) , and knowing that annie will then blame herself for what she perceives is what she’s done to her family - when really, it was the plan all along 

anyway. uh. that sure was a lot 

[bennybentacles]

Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven

00.04 the seance

0.004, the sèance, my brother klaus. ever since the sèance was a child, he is very rumbustious. he spent his childhood with seemingly one goal, and that is to ruin our lives. he spent days and nights screaming in his room, loudly thumping on the thin wall separating his room and mine. he sleeps in the bedroom next to mine and it is a normal occurence for me to wake up because he is causing a racket in the middle of the night.

the sèance is also a flamboyant child. ever since we were younger he broke gender norms, he is often sporting the rumour and my own clothes. he started painting his nails when the rumour started doing hers, and when the rumour tried makeup, the sèance was never seen without kohl lining his eyes. our father never minded how the sèance is dressing up himself, i guess he is never against it but my father hated the sèance's attitude

our father tried reprimanding the sèance on multiple occasions. he reprimanded the sèance in front of everybody, throwing harsh words but our brother just spat them back to our father. on other occasions our father pulled the sèance our of our sight and we can only wonder what our father did to reprimand him on those times. sometimes that method works for a few days before the sèance will wreck havoc once more, outdoing himself everytime.

the sèance is very vocal on how he despises his powers in and out of our house. he has stated in multiple interviews that he gave as a child on how he wishes to lose his powers, seemingly not knowing that he hurts me in the process. if i can take his powers for a day so that he would know how awful it is to be powerless in this house i would've done it. but alas, i cannot and i had to listen to him whine about his gifts from the day he had them until the day he ran away.

when the sèance reached ten, he started stealing alcohol from our fathers liquor cabinet. our father has beaten him black and blue when he has found out what the sèance is doing but my brother only laughed at the duration of my fathers beating. that night, i know he still snuck out to drink our fathers liquor. when he started drinking, i started sleeping through the night. i guess the liquor knocked him out everytime that he didn't have the time to cause his nightly commotion and i could sleep the night away.

when the sèance was eleven he started broadening his choices. gone were the night when i can only smell liquor from him, he has started smoking too. i had to breath in the smoke he pushes out of his lungs because my room is closest to his. my clothes started smelling like cigarettes too as if i also started smoking. i didn't hate the cigarettes as much as i hate the alcohol. i guess the sèance was the reason why i also started smoking cigarette at fifteen after i saw his left over cigarette laying around the house and tried it.

the sèance broke his jaw when he was twelve after he fell from the top of the stairs while he was wearing our mothers heels. those eight weeks when his jaw was wired shut were the most peaceful weeks of the academy. he was still jittery on those weeks, still took the center of the attention despite not being able to talk. he was on hard painkillers at that time, his eyes always droopy and gaze never staying still. maybe thats when he started getting addicted to drugs.

by the time that the sèance was thirteen he was rolling joints under the table. i know that he shares his drugs with the horror, both of them always out of their minds at night time. unlike the horror who never got too high that he couldn't function, the sèance spent his days high out of his mind. it seems like he doesn't care about anything but his addiction anymore. he was even high the day the boy ran away

even though the sèance was always high, i know that when the horror died the sèance was sober for two weeks after our father flushed all his stashes into the drain. i remember that fateful day, the sèance screaming for help, him pushing our fathers ginormous vases and breaking them in the process because spaceboy wouldn't be able to take the horror into the medical wing otherwise. i remember the sèance not leaving the horror's side, i remember the sèance talking to the horror on that day where he was conscious. and i remember how the sèance screamed when the horror died, his haunting wails echoing throughout the mansion, forever etching in my memory.

the sèance never let us grieve the horror, spat out curses at anyone who tried to show their respect. he spent days drunk and high of his mind sleeping on top of the horror's grave. he wept everyday, his cries filling our ears, resulting in an eerie noise in the middle of the night. two weeks after the horror's death, the sèance ran away, not even seeing the horror's statue that replaced the grave that he had.

the sèance never listened to anybody, always off to do his own thing. he killed himself slowly, looking like a ghost as days passed by. it is a shame that he has this wonderful powers that he never used and its a shame that he turned out the way he did. the sèance was never a sèance and i don't think he ever plans on becoming who he is supposed to be

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3 theories I wanna just throw out there before Friday and the next episode (episode 3) of Are You Afraid of the Dark Curse of the Shadows Season 2 comes out.

Forgive the quality of these pictures I literally have to take screenshots from YouTube or the show on Nickelodeon's website.

Okay so June Murphy as established in Episode 2 is somehow involved in this. At least Connor thought so. He researched her, he prepared to perform a seance with her - which we literally saw in Episode 1. She is somehow an important character to this.

So far this is all we know about her.

June Murphy, 15 when she passed. Born in 1981, passed on October 15th, 1996 near the lighthouse it is specified. The lighthouse that her father Charlie cares for as his father did. And she was an activist for the planet and all living things. That's not much honestly. Makes it a bit unclear as to why she's be involved. But as Hanna stated, maybe she was one of the Shadowman's victims. And considering as we were warned by Sardo, being in the woods after dark results in being cursed. The Shadowman's spirit is said to live in the old lighthouse, which is surrounded by the woods. Because the woods "guard" where his spirit lives, that makes them all part of his "domain." And also as Sardo said, "Upon nightfall, no child is allowed to enter the haunted woods." I think the fact that they specifically say child and not person is strange. Definitely suggests adults are safe from the Shadowman but not kids. So all this time June must have stayed out of the woods after dark. But at some point, she was there afterwards. Perhaps with her father, learning to take over tending to thr lighthouse someday. Perhaps just a simple not knowing how much time had passed while out there. Regardless, somehow June as potentially been another victim of the Shadowman.

Or is she?

3 theories I have. None have particularly strong evidence I just want to throw then out there.

Theory 1. June wasn't a victim, she's what started all this.

This theory is brought up directly by the show. Hanna literally asks this question in the trailer for the next episodes. Definitely something to consider. We simply don't know that much about June. We don't know why Connor selected her. Why not that little kid Zoey who we literally saw be tormented and presumed taken by the Shadowman during Sardo's warning? Why not anyone at all? What told Connor to reach out to her specifically? Sadly no answers or ideas yet.

Sadly this is pretty heavily into just strong imagination and little evidence territory but here's my theory on a specifically how and why June is what started this theory.

If we go back to June's description in that obituary, it is mentioned she's an environmental activist. (Hmm. Much like Hanna is shown to be...) Again, strong imagination with little evidence territory here but. What if June summoned the Shadowman? What if she intended to summon a spirit in the intents of protecting the woods and instead got the Shadowman? If she was in a situation where she was informed that the woods were going to be destroyed for say making more buildings, and she couldn't do anything to stop it, June went to the extreme and tried to summon a protective spirit while at the light house one night. And this resulted in the Shadowman appearing. This would also explain why his spirit lives in the lighthouse as that's where he crossed over into this world from. Then did she from there become a victim of his? Perhaps even the first? Possibly. It feels a little off though considering the curse appears to be specific to kids, if the woods were in danger of being bulldozed over, it doesn't seem for now like the Shadowman would be a great help with that and especially factoring in that his power is a night based thing whereas construction and bulldozing is definitelymore of a daytime activity. So great job June you managed to accomplish literally nothing but bad things with this summon.

Theory 2 which is a bit extra whack. June IS the Shadowman.

Definitely the wilder of the 3 but allow me to indulge my imagination. I have already been contemplating the idea that the Shadowman is similar to a Wendigo. And while I don't think that they will try to say The Shadowman is one, I think there could be an aspect of human spirit turning into a more malevolent one at play here. Picture it, June is an avid environmentalist again like Hanna is shown to be. But rather than be ignored like Hanna is, what if June is picked on? What if she's even followed one evening by these bullies who can't just leave her be? And then a "tragedy near the lighthouse" occurs? And June is so hurt and angered by that that her spirit cannot rest and becomes the Shadowman? This could potentially explain both the woods being the domain and the lighthouse being where the spirit lives and also explain why kids are being targeted. Much like that one episode of Gravity Falls, the wrath of the spirits haunting that old store went to the teens who terrorized them. And in this case the wrath of June would go towards all who were children or at least "not adults" like the ones who harassed and possibly killed her. And another weird thing that maaaaaybe gives this theory something to stand on is this shot of something from the trailer. A spell from the Book of Shadows.

The Life from Death Spell

"I seek you in the darkest hour. Hear my plea and give me power. Take me in the black of night, to bring her back into the light. A curse that cannot be reversed, till what was stolen return first. Fire light and shadow black," and then unfortunately the final sentence is blurry and partially covered but I can make out "my life" so I'm guessing the line is "I give my life to pay death back." Very difficult to read but that's my guess.

The fact that this spell specifically appears in the trailer and the words here are hmm definitely seem like they could apply to June...very odd. Particularly the line "to bring her back into the light" is very specific. It makes me wonder if this could be used to try to free June's soul? Not bring her back to life but move her soul into peace so she can move on from her monster state? Or does it support the first theory? Trying to bring forth her soul to speak with her? Or heck is it a third option even?

Theory 3 Trying to actually bring June back to life?

The spell from above is very interesting and I'm the idea of it led me down another plot trail. Could the Shadowman be her father? Similarly to the previous theory, did Charlie's soul become dark? Who in his grief and pain of losing his child become something that seeks out children and tries to drag them away into the darkness, searching for the daughter he will never again find? Seems a little dark and excessive perhaps, but perhaps it would work. Even if just for a moment June was alive again, would it grant him the peace needed to move on and haunt the woods no more?

Also interesting to note, it's October in the show. October is also when June died. And anniversaries can be powerful things. Will the Shadowman regardless of any of these 3 theories have an increase in power due to this anniversary?

If only these darn kids had just gone to bed and waited till the next day to explore the woods and double checked the time when sunset was.

All a bunch of strange ideas without much proof but here you have it. Somethings to consider and possibly be right on. Only time, or rather, the next few episodes will tell.