#no intentional murder here 👍

[emero0]

Morse code translation: “I'M SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”

(used website cus lazy :P)

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This actually scared me a little ngl 😭 not me sabotaging myself. I replayed this a lot yes,,,I think I'm fine with his face now. ANYWAYS ANALOG HORROR HAKAPEGA??!!! I thought it would be really cool to portray rui's grief this way. Don't worry in reality there's no like hidden entity and stuff. This is rui's mind making stuff up but I think it would be really cool too if there is.

[funtomcafe]

oh twt is just straight up down rn. awesome

[agentlizardofowca]

Perryshmirtz / …in secrecy / I know you love your forbiddeen love trops so 👀👀👀

I mixed two asks! Anon asked for 9. In public and @inators asked for 8. in secrecy. Enjoy~

"Agents," Monogram announced seriously as the last chair in the room was filled by Agent Serpent. "We've discovered the location of the dangerous-machine-with-evil-intent convention." He looked around the room. Perry was joined by four other serious looking agents.

"Oh no, DMWEI-con?" Agent Iggy gasped, and he checked the other grave-faced agents for a reaction. "That's bad news."

"It is indeed," Monogram grumbled in agreement. "And all your nemeses have been spotted on the floor. We need you to infiltrate, dismantle the convention and arrest those evil-doers. By being in the building, we have reason to detain them for now. Evidence of their ill intent should be easy enough to find," Monograms eyed his agents, who all nodded seriously. "Good luck agents." As one, the group rose from their chairs.

The evil convention was held in one of the large rooms in the Googleplex Mall, and the easiest way to infiltrate was through the air duct, which was large enough to hold 5 agents. On the way there, Perry had sneakily grabbed his phone and texted an unknown number: 'Don't let me arrest you.' As the agents parked their unmarked vans he received only a 👍in response.

It was tight in the air vent. Agent P was at the front, guiding the other agents through the dusty tunnel. Behind him was Agent Earwig, followed by Agent Narwal, Iguana, and special Agent Slug in the back.

Noises from the convention floor floated up into the vent, when all of a sudden a raspy, accented voice rose above all other sounds.

"Rodney! This is absurd!" Heinz Doofenshmirtz shouted with enough volume to be heard clearly in the air vent. "These machines are going to kill people, I refuse to take part. I am leaving!"

Rodney wrestled himself out of a gaggle of villains, stomped up to him, crossed his arms and huffed. "You had no complaints before."

"That was before I saw your murder-inator!" Only Perry saw how Heinz glanced at the ceiling. "I have to leave right now!"

"Oh no you don't" Rodney replied with obvious frustration. "I did not spend fifteen minutes helping you lug that big-ass machine in here, for you to just leave!"

"What are you going to do, stop me?" Heinz asked in his most annoying and grating tone, which Perry recognized as him trying to frustrate Rodney even more, but to the other agents it just sounded like Heinz Doofenshmirtz.

"You're here till 5PM, you hear?" Rodney hissed, and he pointed at Doof threateningly. It seems that his attempt to annoy was a success.

"This is Agent Iguana, come in." Iggy mumbled into his earpiece softly. "Come in OWCA." He was trying to keep his voice down, but the stuffy airduct wasn't a great place to speak. "Dr Doofenshmirtz appear is being held at the convention against his will."

Perry could hear that there was a response, but he couldn't quite catch what it was. No matter, now that Heinz had manipulated himself into a hostage situation he was a victim.

Agent P quirked an eyebrow at Iggy, who was still actively listening. He then turned to Perry. "He appears to have a machine on the floor, take him down just in case."

Perry nodded and turned back to the vent, from there he could spy on everybody on the floor. He shot off several hand gestures, informing the other agents of their nemeses' locations, checked if everybody knew what to do, and counted down from three.

When he hit zero, all five agents burst from the vent to go fight their respective enemies. To his own frustration, Perry landed in a very cliché superhero pose. He jumped up as quickly as he could and met Doofenshmirtz's eye.

"Ah, Perry the platypus, as you know I am extremely surprised to see you here." He lied. Luckily the other agents were too distracted to pay Heinz's bad lying much mind.

Agent P adopted a fighting stance, and his nemesis mimicked the pose with some confusion. "You're still going to fight me?! I am innocent!"

Perry barely nodded before he jumped into action. He attempted to swipe his lanky nemesis off his feet, but Doof jumped to the side with a proud "Aha!"

He couldn't allow his colleagues to see him struggle in this fight, so he threw a punch, which landed a little harder than he had meant it to be. As Heinz clutched his shoulder and groaned, Perry jumped up on one of the couches.

The room was fairly large. Across the space were around twelve inators, some so large that they stood on the floor and almost reached the ceiling. He wondered how they'd been moved here. It must've been a hassle.

In the back of the room, where Perry and Heinz were fighting, were a few smaller inators, which were presented on tables. There were some handheld models and a few machines the size of microwaves or kitchen aides. Except they didn't make delicious food, they made evil.

Doofenshmirtz attempted to retaliate and jumped Perry, but from his higher vantage point, Perry could easily chuck his nemesis over his shoulder. He jumped after him to go restrain him.

"Not my hair!" Heinz bit out as he got grabbed. He kicked his legs against the floor to try and get away, but all that happened was that they ended up under a table that held some sort of raygun.

Perry almost bumped his head into the table, but he ducked under at the last moment. He didn't want to rock the table -who knew what would happen if he toppled the gun- so he pressed himself against his nemesis, grabbed his hands and forced them above his head.

Now that Doof was finally restrained, he huffed and puffed and struggled for a moment before deflating. "I thought that would work, are you arresting me?"

Perry couldn't sign because his hands were too busy holding Heinz's down by his wrists. As an answer, he just pulled a vaguely frustrated expression and hoped that he would understand.

"Well shit, it's a good thing my inator is absolutely useless." Heinz said and he attempted to shrug even though he was flat on his back with a heavy man on top of him.

Perry blinked in surprise, and when Heinz saw he smiled smugly. "What? As if I didn't expect Francis to send you guys in. That's a gumball machine." And Heinz nodded at a giant Inator that took up an entire corner of the room.

Perry turned his head to look. It really was an impressively large gumball machine. Agent Serpent was fighting Professor insatiable on top of it without any fear of falling off.

"Do you think they're almost done?" Heinz asked as he awkwardly tried to peek past Perry's bulk. "Or do we pretend to fight some more? Do you think they can see us down here?"

Perry watched his fellow agents chase their enemies around the room, vaguely mortified that they were having this much trouble. Then he turned back to Heinz, who was blinking at him. "Is it handcuff time?" He asked.

It was probably meant to be an innocent question, but Perry's mind conjured visions of Heinz in handcuffs that were not workplace-appropriate, and he felt himself blush red.

"Perry?" Heinz asked, and when his nemesis' attention snapped back to reality he squinted his eyes and smiled wickedly. "Were you thinking what I was thinking?"

Agent P was not in the mood to be bullied. This whole conversation was completely inappropriate! Then again, the other agents really couldn't see more than their legs peeking out from under this table.

"Oh you were thinking what i was thinking!" Heinz said with a deranged giggle that Perry wasn't supposed to find attractive, and yet.

"You're going to have to wait, Perry, I think you are arresting me right now. Unless we are living in a reality where things that happen in a certain type of internet video become a reali-"

Heinz couldn't keep talking because his nemesis had gotten so horrified with the things he was insinuating that he had to put a stop to it. Not because he was disgusted or embarrassed, but because he was picturing it; them being inappropriate under this table, whilst people they both knew were right there, just out of view.

If Heinz ever got a chance to ask, Perry would blame adrenaline, or insist he had gone temporairly insane. But Heinz couldn't ask, because Perry was kissing him.

Instead of clutching thin wrists, Perry moved his hands to intertwine their fingers as lips pressed against each other. Because of surprise, Heinz made one high squeaky tone, followed by a deeper, more appreciative noise. Despite the suddenty of the kiss, he didn't seem to mind, because when Perry's warm tongue pressed against his bottom lip he gladly met him in the middle.

After a moment, Perry pulled away to change the angle and dive back in. Before he did, Heinz mumbled a warm, appreciative "Perry" against his lips, and then were kissing again.

For a moment, Agent P forgot where he was, or what he was doing. The way his name had been spoken echoed through his head, only spurring him on, but then a very differeny voice also rang out.

"Perry?" Agent Slug called from across the room, and Perry sprang away from the kiss with such speed that he crashed his head and shoulders into the table they were hiding under.

He saw a worried expression in Doof's eyes for a moment, before Perry dragged him out from under the table, and his expression turned to surprise.

"Perry?!" A moment later, he was chucked against a wall.

Perry was nervous they'd been spotted all through the rest of the mission. But when all the L.O.V.E.M.I.F.F.I.N. members were loaded into the van, and still nobody had looked at Perry funny, he determined they had gotten away with it.

He went to go close the door of the car and caught Heinz's eyes for just a second. Perry shut the door with so much force that Iggy asked him if he was okay. Perry nodded stoicly. Who knew being winked at could be so upsetting.

On the way back to the office Perry determined that Heinz would definitely be free to go home by the end of the day. Now he just had to figure out an excuse to go visit.

[salty-croissants]

Crossing blades ( Bullfrog x g/n reader )

Big thanks to @angrylez for this other very cool concept ! 

I ended up making a whole story out of it since I liked the idea a lot :D

By the way , just wanted to mention that Imma need to close my writing requests for a bit , at least until I get all the other ones done : you can still send anything unrelated to requests in my asks , I’ll put a little something in my bio to let you know when I’m open to do more headcanons and stories for the boys again 👍

Anyway , hope this turned out okay !  Sorry if it’s a bit out of character ;I

Details : use of g/n reader ;

reader is very skilled with knives ;  

enemies to lovers ( kinda ) ; 

presence of slightly suggestive themes and occasional swearing

“Now , listen carefully because I won’t repeat myself : 

this is y/n , your target . 

They have been working as an elite assassin for Eden for a very , very long time , which would make them a very useful source of information for us .

Your task tonight ? Capture them and bring them back here … 

Alive . 

You can deal with their eventual security as you see fit .

Now go .” 

The Warden’s words resonated in Bullfrog’s mind as he ran through the tall corridors of your underground cove … 

Dolph and his teammates were currently busy taking care of the rest of the guards outside , which meant he was going to have to face you on his own . 

He could tell that it wouldn’t be an easy task , judging by your flawless record of murders over the years , so he was going to be as careful as possible handling this situation - 

“Quoi … ?”

He suddenly turned around , barely able to see a silhouette quickly passing by him to then suddenly disappear like it had never been there …

It seemed like he already found them .

Bullfrog took a deep breath , looking around him and readying himself for any surprises from Eden’s elite assassin .

< Bonne soirée , y/n . 

I am very sorry for the intrusion , but if you just allow me to expla - > 

He was barely fast enough to avoid the knife you threw in his direction , leaving a cut on his cheek : it looked like it wasn’t going to be that easy to convince you to follow him back to the Warden’s headquarters …

< Your intentions already seem pretty clear to me … sir . > 

Bullfrog sensed a movement behind him , and saw you appear from the shadows , calmly walking towards him .

He could see it in your eyes … you weren’t someone to underestimate . 

< I’ve heard your friends up there … want my advice ? You should all be more careful not to make this much noise when sneaking up on someone to kill them . >

Bullfrog let out a little chuckle in response , his eyes never leaving yours as he took a step forward . 

 < I assure you , we are not here to cause you any harm . > 

< Really ? That becomes pretty hard to believe when a bunch of armed strangers appear at your place out of nowhere . > 

< Well … c'est vrai , but if you just come with us it will be way easier . > 

His expression changed … he stared at you earnestly , carefully taking another step in your direction . 

< Eden is not what you think it is y/n … they have been using you and your abilities all while taking countless innocent lives .

If you were to become a liability , they would not hesitate to get rid of you . > 

You remained silent for a moment , barely even listening to the noises of the furious battle still continuing downstairs before shaking your hand , grabbing more of your knives …

< I … literally got no reason to trust you . 

I don’t know who you are or what your deal is , but I can tell you that I have a job to do , a job that Eden gave me when I had nothing left , a job that gives me purpose and a reason to live …

That’s what’s real to me . 

I can’t throw all of this away … I’ve worked too hard to get here . > 

Bullfrog sighed , readying his blades for the approaching fight … 

< Then … je suis désolé pour ça , y/n . > 

*hours of fighting later …*

< Sheesh - these guys were tough ! > 

< I swear , if another one of these fuckers shows up out of nowhere I’ll - > 

< Let’s just get this over with . >

< Yeah , hopefully Bullfrog managed to deal with that y/n … things have been really quiet down there . Maybe he needs help ? > 

< Only one way to find out . > 

Dolph lead the way , followed by Jade and Pey’j : they were all beat up and tired , but still ready to take action if it would’ve proved necessary . 

… but when they eventually found their teammate , it definitely seemed like his fight against you had been … 

very intense : 

Bullfrog was standing on top of you , the two of you panting , full of bruises and cuts on your clothes …

< *ahem* … are we … interrupting anything ? ~ > 

You both gasped , turning around to find the three staring at you , slowly realizing in what a compromising position you currently were in .

< This - this is NOT what it looks like !! > 

< Absolutely not !! > 

< We were just  - uh — > 

< You know , if you wanted to spend time alone with them you should’ve just said so ~ > 

Jade’s remarks only served to make the two of you even more flustered , and Bullfrog quickly stepped away from you , hiding his face in his hoodie … 

Not like you were doing much better .

< Enough . > 

Dolph walked forward , grabbing your arm and pulling you back up on your feet .

< You’ll be coming with us now .

Try anything and it won’t end well for you . > 

You sighed in response , aware that you were exhausted and also out of knives …

You were in no position to even think about trying anything .

When eventually you found yourself on the Ghosts car , traveling back to their base , you and Bullfrog would occasionally glance at each other to then immediately look away , still very flustered about what happened back in your cove …

You would’ve never said such a thing out loud , but it was very rare for someone to last long when fighting with you , so one way or another he had earned your respect .

Something even more difficult to admit was the fact that you … 

… didn’t quite find it entirely unpleasant when Bullfrog fell on top of you during your confrontation .

That was crazy , considering the fact that he was an enemy with intentions that you didn’t even fully figure out just yet , but you just couldn’t lie to yourself convincingly enough to cover up those … odd feelings . 

You stared outside the window at the neon lights of the city , watching the clouds in the sky slowly getting illuminated by the approaching sunrise : 

you had been in stickier situations before , so being held captive wasn’t exactly your main concern … 

Instead you thought about the things Bullfrog told you about Eden , deep down wondering if he was really just tricking you or if maybe , just maybe … there was some truth to his words .

Well , all you could do now was wait and see . 

[thepenguisalive7]

Here’s my little food for thought. If this upsets you, please look away! You don’t have to interact with me if you’d rather not see it 👍

Okay, I think some people on Twitter, hmmm

Why are some of them making this about q!Foolish and q!slime? I think some people are misinterpreting and assuming q!bad is being played the fool, but really, his grievances is more about being seen as a tool? Maybe they’re upset because that’s what their characters are going through? But they’re also ignoring other things q!bad did for said characters.

Sure he said some off things with q!slime and arguably pranks q!foolish a lot, but he also helps give them so many things, I don’t understand why people say he deserves this karma? I mean, q!slime did try to kill all the eggs before, his egg included. In rp, wouldn’t you be upset if someone did that? Q!bad usually tries to lean into rp whenever he plays on the server. He words were terrible sure, but he gave q!slime a full deck of maxed out armour and a backpack for basically free once, just because he felt bad for him. Even went on a little adventure to cheer him up. I understand that maybe q!slime viewers didn’t see this because it was on another persons stream and slime wasn’t streaming but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

He helps to take care of Leonarda for q!foolish, and this isn’t to say q!Foolish is a bad parent, he’s a great parent! But it’s just that, so many people are saying q!bad deserves this law against him for wronging q!foolish? Land duo are just different in my opinion, they know when to push and when to stop, and it’s their thing. Q!BBH pulls pranks, but never really with the intent of permanent damage or significant damage. They’re almost always easily removed. Q!foolish calls q!bad names and they argue but that’s how they work. But if you want to argue their interactions a little, q!foolish also does leave and expect q!BBH to take care of his egg. There was even a weekend where q!BBH explained he would’ve liked a heads up, and q!foolish just said he already kind of expected q!bad would do it anyways. And there have been times where q!bad would ask for some thank you’s from q!foolish, for taking care of Leonarda at times, to which they banter and it never happened.

But this isn’t really about q!slime and q!foolish, so I don’t understand why people are so insistent in bringing up Bad’s wrongs with these two people? When this is his grievance. Saying he deserved it for the wrong he’s done with these two, when they’ve also done things that contribute to the build up on why he’d be upset? I’d rule out land duo personally, because I like to think they’re the only duo that can mess with each other and more or less understand, but if you’re going to bring it up, I’ll bring up my counter argument.

What his grievances is really about is starting to feel more like a tool, the government issues, and his relationship with q!forever. It’s about q!bbh, so why rope those two into this???

They say q!BBH treated them badly, so he deserves this. Q!slime tried to murder every egg after Juanaflippa died. Did he succeed? No. Does he regret it? Ye. No harm done yeah? But he did try to kill a lot of eggs, and the intent was definitely there, even if he’s apologetic of it later on. Do people have to forgive him straight away cause the intent was there, even if he was grieving and upset? I don’t think so. If q!slime did the same thing recently, people would be a lot more upset, seeing as to how they reacted when q!forever striked Leonarda during an intense moment.

I guess maybe it gives people more insight on the wrongs of q!bbh? Hmmm… But it kind of just feels at one point that people just don’t want to hear out his character at all, and just go ahead inserting other characters to discredit how q!BBH is being fleshed out. It feels a little unfair because when slime was upset, people were happy to support him, even so far as having six people defending him (q!BBH included) for attempted murder? And q!foolish lore where he felt isolated because of the pac and Mike arresting and being stuck in the nether. That lore was okay, and is appreciated. Why not this one?

I just don’t think it’s fair to call it karma? When all characters are a little morally grey. You can have favourites, but come on. And then saying he deserves it, despite the fact he helped out those two a lot as well. Feels a little in bad taste.

But this is again just my opinion, I’m not necessarily the best, and if you’d like to discuss, please do so politely! And if you disagree, just ignore this post and move on

[stingray-stars]

Acne

Just thought I'd make something about how we're human and human bodies are bodies.

This doesn't exclude Super Villains who are wanted for murder and arson and everything else...

Or fictional characters ig idk

Just a thing to remind you that you are human and that this is normal (with my favorites...)

Shigaraki × Touya Fluff :3

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Toyua walks into the built-on bathroom of their room,

It's nice living in this mansion ;) thank you Re-Destro <3

And sees his boyfriend apparently got back from his weird fake body, quirk, person, ability training thing. Whatever that doctor was saying– but he's still here so, there's that.. and he's hotter

He just got back from working with Geten, so he's pretty tired. Not from working really, cause he doesn't really do anything because he can't doesn't like working with people, but from fighting and training.

He sees his oh so beloved boyfriend looking very intently in the mirror, examining his face with his apparent red eyes looking over the acne he got.

The door was already wide open so he doesn't know if Tomura heard him come in yet, so he speaks up "you good?" He says with a playful tone to his voice.

Shigaraki doesn't move an inch, so yes, he heard him come in at one point. And sighs, backing away from the mirror but still looking at himself. "Yeah, just my face.." he says tiredly

Shigaraki finally says, "I'm breaking out, I think it's from the chemical water" he says meeting Toyua's eyes in the mirror. Toyua hums in acknowledgement, then laughs. Not at Shigaraki, just thought of something

Toyua let's pause go by, then, "what about it?" He says walking towards him and looking at himself and Shigaraki in the mirror. "You admiring how pretty you are?" He asks with a smirk and that gets Tomura smiling too. He doesn't give him enough time to answer before he says another thing, "Or how fucking hot you look?" He says jokingly, not meaning it in that way in this context.

Shigaraki laughs and pulls Touya into him more, resting his head on his shoulder while his laugh dies down. He looks up and then leans the side of his head against his, both admiring each other.

Shigaraki then looks at him and a puzzled expression goes over his face, not in a bad way though, he's still smiling. "What?" Shiggy says, also with a laugh, and starts to shake him slightly to get him to say what he was thinking

Toyua stops laughing but he's still trying not to break into laughter as he says "The- the new symbol of fear–" he takes a break to laugh, "is ruining the world while worrying about he's acne?– h-hes– oh my God" he puts his hands over his face and starts laughing more again, sounding a bit exasperated.

Shigaraki laughs and puts his head back on his shoulder, they both sit there for a moment and laugh, when it calms down Tomura straightens up and gives a kiss to Touya's cheek.

"are you going to shower, babe?" Shigaraki asks quietly, a contrast to how it was when they were laughing.

Toyua sighs and responds, "yeah," he sounds tired. "Don't really want to tho... But I feel gross and probably smell like smoke and shit." He's relaxing in Shigaraki's hold even when knowing he has to get out of it.

"yeah, you do." Tomura says plainly, he's not going to lie to him, he reeks smoke. And strangely something like ice? Or maybe it's something else and he just thinks that because he's working with Geten...

He kisses his cheek again and let's go, Touya gives an annoyed whine and looks at him, Shigaraki just looks back and smiles a bit more mockingly.

"fine.." Touya says with the 'i' drawn out a bit and like a kid reactantly agreeing. Tomura smiles in his real smile and Toyua goes off to take a shower, but Tomura does watch him until he actually gets in the shower and Touya laughs at his behavior of watching him.

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Meeooowwwwww

I wanted to make something like this

But uhhhh

I had other ideas too, but this works 👍👍

Might do another kind of thing like this another time

[volivolition]

Helloooo hi <2 <3 we have. music for you again :3c

1. Bad Astrology by Flower Face!! cw for suicide being mentioned halfway through the song though!

REALLY good song, we've been waking up with it stuck in our head recently,, This is very much a Diamonds and Spades song™ tbh (they loooove Flower Face) personally I lov how blue it is and how the instrumence™ sound. Flower Face might be becoming one of our favourite musicians actually FJDJSKFKD

2. Counting Cards by Rainbow Kitten Surprise!

Ok this one's a favourite for a starmate that you'll probably neverrrrr meet HDJXJSKFKDSJ his name's JJ and he fronts. SO IRREGULARLY FJDJDJFJDJ

BUt!!! RKS is also one of our favourite bands collectively, they've got such a good range of music, from soft acoustics to heavier rock songs, they're awesome omg. This is a good one to get started with their discography imo! The singer's voice in this one is just wonderful and the guitar is very Brain Scratchy for us I love how repetitive it is!

It's ALSO very blue, bout the same dark shade as Bad Astrology actually, which is. Kinda funny, like I wonder what abt each song makes them so similar to each other that they're damn near the same shade synesthesia-wise if that makes sense JFNDSNFJD

also also also. We made you a playlist!! Of every song we've sent you so far! here's a link to it! It'll be updated w the newest song recs whenever you post our asks 👍 if you want us to like. change anything about the description or playlist title do let us know HCNXKZKC <2 wly! -Dark

HELLOO HI BELOVEDS!!! :3c WAUHGH yall are!! EVERYTHING TO ME HKJH thank you so much for making a playlist for me wahhh :'] i really truly appreciate it!!

Bad Astrology - YAYY FLOWER FACE!! thank you for the cw <33 i do associate Flower Face with Diamonds and Spades (and Clovers) like, every time hkgjh i love the beginning sorta synth sounds, its sounds like thrumming before all the instrumence surge in with the vocals, i love the singer's vocals as per ALWAYS, the delicate sound of the bridge(?) "Palisade honeymoon / I'll only see what you want me to see~" it's really gorgeous and quietly intent, the lyrics hurt my heart hkjh :'] <33

Counting Cards - [claps!!] oooh JJ song!! i saw yall talking about RKS earlier, hell yeah :] OH REAL, the guitar is VERY NICE i love the "du-du-du" motif hehe <33 the lyrics are very clever and i love how they're sung, it sounds so smooth?? but with a sadness to it. like a background tragedy, a side character aware that the story they're in ends sadly for them and singing knowing it. i love the slow-to-quick "fa-ay-ded by-y-y / in time withth'back'o'yo'bedam i…" is sung and the pitch UP on the "watch me murder… THIS~ ✨" like YES NICE!!!!! <33 i also think this a great intro to them, this is very cool!! 

blue songs!! thats so interesting that both of them share similar shades of dark blue :o!! i think they both feel a bit melancholic, so this makes sense to me <33

AGAIN!! PLAYLIST!! WEEPS /POSITIVE HKGJH THANK YOU SO MUCH :']!!! yall don't have to change a thing, i think its perfectly lovely, brings me joy :'] <3333 <2222

[boyheros]

kay I'm so incredibly bored in class rn so here's an oc poll from me. at some point in the story Foster beats someone over the head with a fire extinguisher (in defense of someone else it was kinda dire) but I haven't decided if she should (accidentally!!!) kill him or not. she gets no real punishment for it either way for complex reasons, which is why I haven't fully decided. it wouldn't change her fate. just maybe affect her emotionally cuz she'd be a murderer I guess. so. vote now on your phones 👍

If Foster doesn't kill him I have debated having Elaine finish him off with medical malpractice because it would be kinda funny and also Elaine would kill someone. with intent. if it came to that.

[sabaramonds]

a sight beyond death: timeline differences & other notes

so i wrote a fic. its partially alins fault. because the timeline diverges with changes i feel are relevant but didnt write in full bc the fic itself starts up after many of them, i decided to compile them here for perusal, alongside some other background headcanons alin and i decided upon regarding L, B and wammys house. probably a very long post, i will update later as well if more comes up or i forgot something 👍

jan 1 2004 (just over a month after light got his death note), sayu goes to deliver a change of clothes for her father and encounters misora naomi at the station. hearing her intent on meeting with the kira task force, sayu strikes a conversation because of her father, and the two of them wait together while sayu waits for her father to call her back after she messages him.

naomi is able to get in touch with L after speaking with soichiro via sayus phone and joins the task force; she informs L of her suspicions regarding kira being able to kill with methods besides 'heart attacks'

due to naomis information, suspicion on light increases

jan 8 surveillance begins on the kitamura and yagami families. during this week, sayu gets into an argument with her mother sachiko regarding her grades and when sachiko compares her to light (unfavorably), sayu storms off. while light is at cram school she goes into his room and triggers the diary trap, setting the house on fire. the investigation has hiccups here because of the fire but it doesnt actually matter in detail rn cuz i am not writing it all

at some point in january, B escapes his prison. because he needed so much medical attention, L arranged for him to be in a long term care facility as he recovered from skin grafts and physical therapy, because after losing B wouldnt leave anyway (he fully intended to resign himself to this until he saw the kira news). when he recovered from his final surgery and was being arranged transport to an actual prison, he escaped :) yay!!

roger alerts watari and L of this happening and L decides not to worry about it. naomi is like dude. i think we should worry. i decided he doesnt tell her about B escaping

the yagami family begin living in a hotel as their house undergoes reconstruction after the fire, though they contemplate moving to another local residential area. kiras murders slow marginally, a pace unnoticed by most, as light is unable to write as often and with as much as privacy in the hotel

when he makes it into to-oh in april his family decides to let him live on campus for a semester because the house isnt ready yet. L thinks this is awesome because he can just wire the dorms. light has to keep taking a potato chip and eating it 🙄

april 25h the phrase shinigami is used by the 2nd kira in the videotapes, as is a reference to "eyes". Ls visceral reaction is because of B, which he informs only naomi of in private he doesnt say anything actually because he doesnt feel like it

june 8th, a week into confinement, light gives up his ownership of the death note

june 9th, L wakes up to B atop him, having broken into his room. due to the fact misa & light have forfeited their death notes, he can see both their names and times of death when L involves him in the investigation, so there is nothing noticeably off about them

theres like a full week of everyone being super disturbed by L and B before the yotsuba group starts killing people as "kira" other additional notes/headcanons: i decided Ls real name is not L Lawliet because that sounds stupid as hell im sorry. but i also decided no matter what even if i decide on a name i like, i wont ever reveal it in the story. only B will ever know and any time it gets spoken or thought by him (or by shinigami) its going to be redacted Bs grandfather is actually japanese. he has no idea if his grandmother is because he never met her/she died before he was born; he met his grandfather several times. this is why he repeatedly uses japanese aliases and why naomi didnt go huh? whys some white guy got a japanese name? however, one of Bs parents is welsh and he probably grew up in wales. why...? its funny. B and L actually had a lot of impact on each other and they sort of cannibalized one anothers identity and mannerisms in their childhood even though L wasnt always at the orphanage. after A died they both subconsciously picked up some of his habits as well, as if to keep him "alive" in them both (and in the identity of L) so like, basically B used to sit like a frog and L started doing that because B does it; B chews his fingers because L does it; they both hold things the way they do because A used to do that; they both started preferring strawberries over their old favorites because strawberries were As favorites....so on. "L" is, in a way, already an amalgamation of B, A, and L; L himself had little sense of self and identity as he was molded by wammy into a "genius detective", and B and A, who were not only the only two people in his age range he ever socialized with but also two people being conditioned to become backups of him as a person....well uh there was a lot going on. basically. ❤ so tldr B and L are essentially amalgamations of each other. and of A. yay. unrelated to B, L and A but when were talking about all this alin and i realized that mello would have been 2 years old during the fall of yugoslavia and his childhood was probably insane even before watari scooped him up for his genius orphan exploitation program. just thought that was ummmm Interesting <3

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[strax0doesntknow]

HII, tis I, welcome dear

Its hard explaining to ppl my personality is whatever i ate a couple hours ago, rn its cardboard and emo boys

I am 17 but i dont feel like an almost adult even though im older than most of my friends cuz my bday is in January and idk what i think this has to do with anything ;-;

If ur here its cuz i created a seance to drag u here (no u can’t leave), now listen to my lore :)

✨Mcr✨ obvs what did u think this was. I listen to emo/punk, anything 2000’s (ahem The Millionaires), dad rock, and lots of metal cuz im chill like that

Teenage dirtbag is a top tier love song and no one will be able to convince me otherwise

I play video games because what else does one do at 1am when the walls start talking. I’m always down to play with anybody!!!! Like anything, i play anything and im sure we can find something in common. BUT dont be upset when i freak out over basic tasks. My brain was knocked around in shipping and i can’t focus like a normal person, apparently, but at least i get awkward rizz as a reward (oh man that was a bad flirt)

We will vibe if you love Dr. Who as much as i do which is a shiton, read creepy pasta as a kid, love horror movies i.e Saw and American Horror Story, dig board games, read boooksss! Oh and if ur homeschooled we will probs vibe cuz so am i! Don’t fret though, my social skills were already atrocious in normal school so i mean it can’t get much worse right

I have much more lore but have a beautiful day for now!!!!! and remember to say hi to the moon when u can, just cuz, what if its lonely

Bow ties are cool and I’m pan cuz people are pretty

Oh shoot i forgot to say u can call me Strax👍 Its a Dr. Who character can u tell I’m obsessed? Search it, its funny promise

The joke is im short and in a constant state of murderous intent ^_^

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Fond

Alastor/reader (gnc)

platonic-romantic. (not specify, "i love you" are not strictly romantic)

word count: 8k.

reader is referred to once as short. Al loves calling you little in his head every other sentence, not meant to be how small you are. i do not care if you're 10 foot tall. Alastor goes on for a paragraph about how he would eat you near the end👍

(i am not a native english speaker! do excuses me for grammatical errors, words can only catch so much. the wordy part is me though:fire:)

You are an enigma. He decided. Living proof that once you fall below the earth, you can’t climb back up. If there is redemption, he’s sure, void of all the sarcastic charm he dressed himself in, on a particularly hot afternoon, you would’ve fly away from here already. Up there with the angels and the big city and their funny signs and attractive men (according to Charlie).

In the empty living space that usually packs itself with the lively guest and workers here (headcount of seven whole people! not including himself!) your small sigh would’ve echoes if not for the ever-present statics drowning it out, while you dutifully turn back to your electronic device and kept swiping. (a phone, you used to insist he called it such, until you quit. Hah. It’s less than an appropriate way to pass the time, or charming, but he digressed). He would’ve taken that as a sign of disrespect, but it’s you, so he waited for you to think about it.

“s ’not like I want to go up there either way, that sort of place felt wrong somehow.” A booing track accompanied this dismissive statement of yours. Your shoulder shakes a bit, he would only ever tell you in a way that leaves you with a little bit of doubt that you’re one of his favorite conversational partner. (because what is life without having a bit of fun and making people questioned your true intentions every step of the way? Truly, that’s not living at all!)

“And yet here you are! Surely a darling little thing like you should’ve been right up there! Either that, or…”  withering stares, he knew you mean nothing by it. He can feel his ever-living smile grows just a tiny bit when you look away. You’ll laugh too if you stare too long. “You’re withholding your grave sins! from us! Oh the drama! Was it murder? Did you run off with someone, leaving your beloved family behind and never look back? A loving suicide maybe? Come now my dear cohost, the suspense is too much! The audience is right on the edge of their seats waiting for you!”

You chuckle, making no attempts at hiding it other than covering your mouth. Moving his microphone that’s now held close to your face for the dramatic act away from you, “I wish I get to do something that cool. But no. Husk was pretty spot on with that reading he did on me, actually.”

‘you’ve walked to the end of the earth, only to do the same thing you did at the start.’

Alastor likes to think he doesn’t think about it that much. Only that he somewhat pressed you into repeating grumpy Whiskers words out of pure curiosity. Not that it ever takes much for you to tell him anything that is.

(you were his designated observer at the time while he was away, your insistence on repeating things exactly at it is with not a hair misplace amused him greatly even now. How he would’ve love to dissect your nifty little brain, one would simply pass you off as a boring little thing. How lucky is he.)

“I can’t drink. Can’t do drugs. I don’t tell people why I’m here because I just, genuinely don’t know. Unless…” eyes briefly glancing at him in thought, you added with a dry laugh. “-the Big Man upstairs hates it when someone doesn’t believe in him. Or he takes into account sins from when I was a kid and stoles my parent’s money? maybe that’s why?”

With a wave of his hand, head cocks to an exact 90 degree following a crack, holding onto a cane echoing the same sentiments, a chorus of scandalous gasp and oohs “Why, stealing?! How utterly despicable you are! Even I can’t deny that’s as good of a reason as any. Seems like you’ll be stuck down here with us for a long time then my dear!”

The conversation tapers off to another topic that Alastor simply doesn’t have the heart to recalled. Shamefully, confidently, Alastor indulges in the fact you look at him in his eyes with such mirth in yours, corners of your lips lifted up to simply give him a half-hearted smile, betrayed by the fondness in your tone. “I know.”

(how he would love to crack open your ribcages to be closer to your adorable little heart. Would you then look at him in the same way? Even though he’s sure of the answer, he finds himself hesitating over it. One thing for sure. If he were to even ask you in the first place, you would let him.)

-

You’ve been more distracted over the days. Unamused, he noted to himself. You’ve always been a fast walker, short legs making up for the distance with how you pretty much glide across the hotel at time, only the clacks of your shoes can give people a guide as to where you were. Your eyes, dark and silent, always open fully just to make sure people can be less put off by the fact you’ll inevitably scared someone half to double hell when you arrive without a sound.

(your logic as to how this works is yet another mystery, you also were very insistent on the fact this is not a mystery and he’s making it sounds like one because it gives you a reason to act like youre upset. You two still got a bet going on with zero way of knowing how it supposed to end.)

His little chump, naturally silent yet masked it with life, now haunts the hall with the way you're walking about. Your eyes droops in the way you would only let it in privates, but now in the open. Almost in a day, his lovely entertainment turns to someone he can’t get a lovely laugh out of anymore. He likes to think he missed having such an encouraging audience member who'd so eagerly waits for him just to listen to a joke or two. Now he gets why you always insisted your eyes is more like that of a dead fish. Unnerving in a way akin to locking eyes with a doll, perching up high on your shelf, nearly falling off, but never close enough.

Beyond all of that, Alastor is nothing if not a man in need of entertainment. Something to keep him on his tipsy toes. And with everyone at the hotel moving around on their feet like rats in a race. There’s simply not that much to do, that is, if he wants to chip in on the defense reinforcement. The reinforcement he’s sure to rid the hotel of once all of this is over, that is. Effort be damned! This place is his stage, not a war bunker!

 (Also, he can only watch them for so long, and Charlie with her skilled feet can only last her so long before she trips on a stray piece of wood in her mad dash to get everything in check, if only dear Vaggie isn’t there, he could’ve gotten a chuckle or two then.)

Thusly, with everyone so busy, and his part already planned out, all he get to go off of is the upcoming show, and excitement for a fun show where he also gets to play both the main character and hero can, unfortunately, only last this poor wayward soul for so long. So, for the fun of it, he thinks more about what could’ve gotten you so down.

 Maybe it’s the increasing heat. Maybe you’ve been eating at odd hours and skipping meals again (he needs to check up on that more). Maybe it’s the date of the early extermination drawing ever closer and closer with each passing seconds, and how Charlie managed to snag the entire hotel a front row ticket to meet the ever-elusive lady Death and the casket bound to her body(s). Or maybe you haven’t been drinking water again, relying on disgusting modern sugary drink to keep you up and awake for as long as you can (something he also needs to keep in check).

It could be anything, really.

And yet he still finds himself standing next to you, who’ve remain hush by an open window with a heavy gaze even before he’d arrive. Eyes chasing the burning sky line, only turning to him for a moment following a greeting, then right back at staring. Below you, nails and wooden boards that realistically will provide zero comfort in this sort of situations sitting haphazardly in a row.

“Do you think we can actually do this?” you asked with nothing more than a sigh. Your tone could’ve been seen as rude in any other case. “If something goes wrong, what do we do about it?”

‘What do I do about it?’ growing so used to you, he can read you like an open book. He would’ve shed a tear and a cheer for your display of a bleeding heart. If only he ever had any.

Alastor likes to think that his life was always his to controlled. Ever since he dropped down this god forsaken land. with style and with grace, he’d crushed everyone and everything that stands in his way. That was always how it goes. Someone stands up to him like a fool, either full of themselves or underestimating him, and he would walk away with nothing more than the muscles and flesh pulls at the end of his shoes. Alastor is strong, he knows he is. Even with the chain around him, he wouldn’t falter.

Thusly, with an odd crinkled at the corner of his eyes, and a smile that barely pulls at his aching skin. One of his hands reaches out for your face, the other takes your hand. You letting him lead you into whatever odd sort of dance he got in him today, which is just him spinning you around like a ragdoll in his hands. He, in a voice that could almost be seen as loving (to you or to him?). “You, don’t need to do anything my dear.”

“The show will end before the overtures ever starts. Unless you think your old pal Alastor won’t be able to pull his own weight?” leaving your face alone, he clutches at the air, feigning distresses “What a tragedy, my most precious friend, doubting ME!”

“It’s not that. I just, don’t know.” Almost like looking through him, to the hallway behind him, you look so much smaller than usual like this. You looked small and hopeless. Despite loving it on anyone else, on you, it looks like a stranger overstaying its welcome.

“Then tell me dear, what is it that you don’t know?” In any other case, if only you were a doll. “Whatever it is that you’re uncertain of in that brilliant brain of yours, do tell me! You know that I’m always here to assist you Cher.” He could’ve cleared that lost expression off your brow and painted you a new one.

“I trust you, I think,” your hand still firmly in his, a habit Alastor soon got used to once he started it “It’s just that I’m still sort of terrified about this. What if we lose something?” but he grips it just a tad tighter. Although trying his best to be careful with such a gesture, his claws still draw into your skin, just a tad bit too much.

(if only you were a doll.)

“Well, we certainly can’t help your little dreamy head from drifting off to faraway lands with such terrible worries! But how about this?” shaking his head to the beat of his own words, he knows just what will get you to freshen up. And right on beat, at that, you look at him, really look at him. “Let’s us make a deal then, no handshaking business needed.”

“I’ll make sure that everything will be spotless and clean. You’ll ended up finding that there wouldn’t even be a hair misplaced on my head! And you,”

Being someone who stays by Alastor’s side for a considerable amount of time means you’ll stop minding the blood of strangers that simply, came as a package with him. Though, your blood is always a different story. It’s not that he’s sorry about accidentally swiping you at time when you’re too closed and you both aren’t aware of it. It’s that you always laugh with a laughter coming from the inside of your innards that let him finds you a delightful little thing.

“Lift your chin up my dear. You’ve always look positively lovely with a smile.” it’s something he absolutely adores about you. You can’t stop yourself from smiling. And just like that, like always, you did.

(if only you are one, maybe he would finally be content let you fall from the shelves you hide yourself on and shattered on the ground, with nothing inside. Like that, there won’t be red.

Alas, you still bleed, no matter how much he wishes you can’t. And upsettingly, he also bleeds, no matter how much he wishes it would stop.)

--

Red is Alastor’s favorite color, for various reason, all throughout his life (and after), it follows after him faithfully like a little playful friend.

(sinking into the dark, he can’t feel anything, but he knew after this it’s going to be hard to walk around, or move around, for that matter. He would’ve laugh.)

First, there’s his dear old mother and her most favorite dress. The lovely shade of carmine enraptured him from the first moment he saw it. And it doesn’t help at all that his mother always smiles so, so bright when she has it on. His first ever love, and his second, his mother and the beautiful shade of carmine hanging in the closet.

(almost like dragging himself, Alastor lost track of time, he can’t feel his smile, he knows it’s still there. The blood lost, admittingly, getting to him a bit. He stumbled out of the shadow, the cacophony of the on-going battle and the rushing of his boiling blood all sounds like white noise to his own ears.)

After that, it’s the color of his first tailored suit. Alastor likes to think that he’s a simple man with simple taste, but even then, when thinking back on it, that suit was extremely plain and modest compared to anything else he gets in the future. A simple cardinal red for all its worth, he still remembers the last time he sees it. Buried deep in his ever-growing collection, he only ever wore it twice. Despite being fond of the suit itself at the time, there seems to never be another right occasion aside from those two dates.

(his new job and his first kill.)

Without fail, its also the color of blood. It still amazed him that the dirtiest rat on the street and in the dirt both shared the same shade of bright red. Time and time again, he expected at least one of them would bleed mud and oil and tar, none ever did. That bright red haunted his eyelids and it dragged him down to hell on unsteady feet and Alastor gladly follows it down there.

(something like that flashes to the back of his mind. He shakes it off and continued on unsteady feet.)

Red is his favorite color; it usually follows under the bottom of his shoe and stained his outercoat. At the end of his cane and on his fingertips, never his. It wasn’t supposed to be his.

(after who knows how long, on unsteady legs, while madly rambling to himself). He opens the trapdoor to the radio tower, his tower. He pulls himself in, more aware of his surroundings now, more aware of his broken cane and the busted microphone in his hand.

For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t sure where to put his hand after this. For the first time in a long time, he nearly stumbled into his control panel. For the first time in a long time, Alastor can smell his own, bright red blood, and he’s afraid. Surely there have to be a way out of this. Surely he can run. He wants out.

His ties to the hotel were always kept to a minimum, as best as he can possibly kept it. But he knows he’s getting too close, to them, to you. He’s getting more loose ends. More weakness. He can’t have more. Almost like a madman, he spat out with fervor. He almost died for them. Oh, what a show. He wants out.

But if he manages to held onto Husk for this long without him being able to pull away for a second, what can he do.

He blinks away the blood. Briefly, he thought of you, who waved at him before all of this starts.

He needs out.

(On much more steady legs, someone stand outside, under the shadow and simply listened. He must really be out of it if he’s this careless. You dragged yourself back. At least he’s not that hurt, you think.

Once you made it back to the group, you all but passed out. The spearhead logged in your left side taking a toll on you. Before you close your eyes, though. Amongst the panic chattering of everyone else, you thought about how he basically lost the deal.

Too bad you aren’t going to do anything about it. You’re suddenly are reminded of the little mark he left on your hand, it already healed.)

---

You two had a little game you played, started halfway through knowing (actually knowing) each other. You make small little deals about things, inconsequential and trivial things.

You would ask him something, or get him to follow a ridiculous joke as your straight man, and he would force you to join him on his outing, visiting meat shop or a trip to cannibal colony. If one of you failed to held up the other end of the small verbal deal, then out of pure moral obligation, you have to do one thing the other person asked for under all circumstances.

(you always ask him for something silly. Teleporting a cookie from the cookie jar right next to him, a notebook for your ever-growing collection of unused notebooks, a canvas you will never paint on and an easel that none of the canvas ever fits on, etc. in his case? Making you try his lovingly handmade meals with different type of meat in them. Your various talks about the human psychic and how people react differently to the same food when they can identify them versus when they can’t help landed you a spot as his number one lab rat. What’s more cannibalistic? You eating a venison demon, or him making it for you (and also eating it)? Who knows!)

Such a transaction with such a dangerous man would’ve been advised against, and Husk did warn you. But you, ever the jolly and charming fellow, put your heart into trusting him, and he was utterly delighted knowing you did. As much as he likes his own voice, he can’t come up with half the (quite frankly) insane thing you did to keep you both entertained on the trip to and fro. Usually, you would find your way to him the moment he breaks the deal, your shoes clacking in an unknown beat to everyone but him with a snake like grin, self-assuredly, you’d be declared the winner of this silly affair with the audience cheering for you, preening like a little cat. He’d act a shirker and you two would spend the evening joining in whatever antics you come up with for the fun of it.

That’s how it usually goes, but he only came back around when the hotel is done with its renovations (no thanks to him, really) in the middle of the group celebrating. Then afterwards he was given a tour of the new hotel, courtesy of Charlie, who he simply let pulled him away, mind on another problem he picks up immediately the moment he saw you again.

You’ve been avoiding him, plain and simple. Almost like making an effort not to even spare him a glance. With the way you’re rushing around with the influx of new guests, it would’ve been less suspicious if not for you not even looking his way when he calls for you, opting to cocking your head half way all wide eye and doe like and spat out excuses after excuses only to ran off again. If it was anyone else, you would’ve played them for a fool, you’re good at acting clueless. But he knows you, and he knows you know. Alastor noted with a slight bit of distaste. He would love to chalk this up to the fact you’ve lost two of your acquaintances (not friend) in a day, or that you’re simply upset with him for…retreating. But he knows you.

(was he offended over the notion of you rather wasting your nights away sitting next to the golden statue of the dragon guard talking about whatever you would’ve talk to him, with 100% less the audience? Or that you would stand and watch that blasted portrait with that same glance he’d works so hard to get rid of, over spending your time showing him whatever you were working on that day? Or that you still have enough free time to indulges Charlie’s silly games and exercises, or jest around with Angels, or doing quite literally anything else except from sparing him a glance? Never, he convinced himself that he simply finds things a bit more boring without you by his side.)

Lucky for him, as it was, he (only him) can only ever find you around when you’re off in your room doing whatever you do in there, or under the portrait and by the statue’s side. He would love to crashed in your room as he usually does, but noting how far off you are from him in the moment, it’ll only ever serves to push you further away. Hands gracefully behind his back, Alastor takes his time walking towards the tacky golden memorial outside, not seeing you in the hotel itself. And there you are.

Already hauled yourself up to sit next to it, your hands curl around a cup, staring off into space. Softly, you were mumbling about your day to Dazzle before his static and the song of the day (Leave a little for me, a little thing that always got you tapping your pointed shoes) became clearer and clearer as he creeped up right next to you. Then, you rasped out an odd greeting in return to his enthusiastic salutation and opted to stay silent afterward. He can feel his eye twitched as you seemingly folded into yourself, this game of yours is getting more ridiculous by the hour.

“I supposed you have an inquiry for me cher?”

You’ve always been hard to read to others, almost to a fault, yet nobody ever knows. Alastor prides himself on the fact only he alone can seamlessly pick up small tells and little quirks you show, only he knows when you’re truly uncomfortable with something, he knows when you’re not listening. And he knows, by the simple way your eyebrows knitted together just a bit, by how you sat up a tad, you’re wary of him (again), holding doubts about this friendly back and forth you two have before he slink off for weeks (just like how you were when he first arrived) and it drives him up the walls because he cannot for the dead lives he took remember a single thing that he say or did throughout this entire ordeal that could’ve sent you so far away.

You’ve always been an enigma, but he always manages well against your silly little antics. This isn’t it. You’ve never felt further apart from him. Even when he hurts you, or say something that catches you on the wrong side, all you ever need is a little bit of time to reprocessed the fact he’s simply like that, then you’re back again. Learning day by day the art of being by his side and weathering his sense of humor that sometimes felt like a knife. But now, you’re staring off with a sigh, mouth opening and closing, trying to say something but failed.

(what a darling thing you always are. Even while struggling with your word. Even while so far away.)

Your cup now slightly on the side (allowing him to peek the content, in the cup he gifted you sat a dark, semi steaming liquid, it’s coffee, he can’t deny he preens a bit at that), one hand to your face, resigning from whatever you were trying to say. A deep sigh draws from the bottom of your throat, but before he can break the silence, you stab it with a knife.

“What do you mean by all of that, back at the Radio tower?”

The static screeches, the music comes to a raging halt. At that, he can feel all of his restraint nearly broke. Insignificant and small and silly little you, would’ve never threatened him with anything other than some harmless jests, but he can feel the dark from every corner gathered and calling to him, the tears and wears of his stiches. His bones creaks as he leans just a bit forward to you, trying to collect himself. He hates how patient you are even through all of this, still faithfully waits for him to collect himself, trusting that he will listen and not immediately skewered you like some dirty disrespectful rodent on the streets. But he can’t help himself from croaking out a laugh and stares at you. Visions red, he must look like a piece of work right now.

“Well, darling-” you are so incredibly lucky you have his favor “Have anyone ever told you it’s rude to eavesdrop!?” still holding your shoulder blade as gently as he can afford, he forced you to look at him, he can feel your heart beating under his hand.

In the brief moment your eyes were on him, he saw radio dials, red, staring back within. He despises how it makes him feel. So he spats at you. “Was it fun then? Watching me writhes in pain, listening to my probes.” Even though he knows you enough, he still can’t let himself trust you with this version of him.

The Alastor you’ve seen all this time, no matter how much you want to believe it, it’s more of a facade derived of the ‘real’ him. The ever-pleasant Alastor who seeks you out and laugh with you and give you space and time are all part of him, but not all of him. The Alastor who cowered and run away and hide and drags himself through that trapdoor is the him he never wants you to see.

(you’ve never tried to pick apart his mask of confident. But in the quiet moment when you two simply sits together, you sometimes, without asking, would crack open your heart and let him see the little bit and pieces that makes up ‘you’ as you are. “I love you”. Alastor have always believed that if someone expressed something over and over again, perhaps they're simply trying to convinced themselves or the other person. Why must someone confess their love everyday when they can simply show it.)

“Did you have fun? I hope you did little doe. So all this is for that then? Well? Are you going to run off to dearest Charlie and tells her all about what your dear old Alastor is up to? Tell her about,” He can’t feel himself again, the pain flaring up and the phantom coil around his neck like it’s begging him to stop. Something on his face, maybe the way his stretches grin twitch, must’ve kick starts you on actually trying to talk to him.

(you can’t ever pick him apart, even if you were to try. That isn’t what he’s afraid of.)

“Alastor, I’m not going to tell her anything.” At that, he physically paused. You waited for him to say anything, and when all he can give you is a weakened confusion, you’ll bow your head, averted your eyes, and continue. “I won’t…I… don’t know what you mean by any of it. And I know I’m an idiot, but I still…sort of trust you.” At that, instead of thinking about how your skin must’ve been burning under his hand, he chased himself further from you, as if holding onto a coal too hot. You simply stay put, the coffee cup fell from your hand and broke under the foot of the statue.

“You…still? trust me?” he laughs, and laughs, and laughs. A jokester you always are. “Dear, that’s no way to talk to me. What have I ever done for you to ever treated me like this?” mockingly, he cranes his head and tries to shake off the unwelcomed feelings that he’s rudely reminded existed in the first place.

“Are you afraid that I’ll kill you? Pummeled you into the streets below? Drag your body through gravel and skinned you alive?”

(it’s that he unsure of whether he would gladly break himself open to show you his everything too.)

“I don’t think you can reasonably do that without Charlie kicking you out and ruins your plan.” You’re upset now, sitting straight and staring at him. You’ve always lacked a bit of that ability to react with your face. It’s hard for people to tell when you’re upset with just your face. But he can tell. You’re staring at him. He can see himself in your eyes. He looks so vile in your eyes. “Whatever your plan was, I start to get a bit dizzy so I try to find my way back to everyone before I conked out.”

(it should’ve never even be in for consideration, yet here it is.)

He looks so foul in your eyes. “Then what did you hear?”

“Enough to know I probably shouldn’t bother you from now on.”

(So vile, so foul, a beast in a prey getup. By all means he always have been and always will be, yet you look at him like he’s the only love you’ve ever felt and yet you have to let go of him before dinner time.)

“I feel like, you don’t…like...you're not my friend? Or something. I don’t know, maybe I overstep.” He can’t help but stare at you like you’re a headless chicken running through the street of New York. All of this, for something so small. He almost laughs, but now that the dam is open, you continue to talk. “I like to know what people would consider me as, Alastor. And this is so ridiculous when yeah, you were ramblings about something that honestly pretty concerning? But I just, don’t care enough about that. If you hurt everyone else, I’ll be worried. But you didn’t, actually hurt any of us.” Pray tell you’ll never find out about how he’d dragged dear Husker on the floor by a chain then.

“You’re a pretty, mean person but I like you, you don’t hurt any of us and you’re kind to me. You were nice to me.”

He remembers your definition of being nice and being kind.

Hands on your knees, your fingers dig into your pants, you haven’t even changed out of it, your uniform, opted to come here night after night right after work to just sit by yourself. He would’ve felt a bit of guilt for interrupting if he were anyone else. But he’s always him, and you’re only you. You and your gaze on the ground, on the glinting shards of ceramic below you. He let you speak.

“I don’t want to be close to someone who doesn’t really, return the energy, I guess. I like hanging out with you though.” You’re ever only you, and you’re so small and fragile, a silly little thing that he’s taken to keep by his side for fun.

“Oh well, I’ll live, haha…”

And now you’re saying you want to leave. It’s funny how you think you ever get to pick to be in his company.

“…Alastor?”

Alastor thinks you’re a funny little thing, an entertainer at heart. He should let you know one day, what a jokester you are.

“Thank you for letting me hang around.”

(he won’t let you.)

“Now where are you going dear?” a hand on your back, your confused gaze amused him. He should’ve been livid at your little proclamation. If he truly wants to, Charlie won’t ever know where you went. But you, his little doe eye…thing, his little friend. “So fast to rush right off, won’t you let me speak my peace?” with your silly humor and your little games. You’re the only person he would let dancing and prancing in the palm of his hand without crushing you at moment notice.

But he can never crush you, alive or dead.

So, in a voice that can almost be considered loving, akin to placating a friend from birth, a family member you’re especially fond of, a lover in heart and mind, he breathes, “I thought you’re smarter than this.” he held onto your hands, cupping them together, like praying, “If I were to ever want you to leave my side, I would’ve let you know so already, haven’t I? You know I don’t dance around my words cher.” You both know he does, but not so much around you.

That’s what he always likes about you, you’ve always been especially understanding, even when upset.

“Half the thing you did dear, if it was anyone else, I would’ve never let them live.” You poured tea on him once, it wasn’t a joke, and you were actually petrified. You should’ve been dead. “All the things you said, if it was anyone else, their head would’ve been parade on a spike.” The chatter and cackle of the audience goes deaf on both of your ears, your eyes trained on the grip he held you in, tight, he breaks people’s bones before.

“If I sincerely wanted you gone, I could’ve done so, and you would have zero say in it my dear. And yet…”

And yet, you’re alive. And it’s not enough to hurt.

His dear friend Rosie talks about this to him before. On the one outing where he takes you to the prettiest park in Cannibal Colony, he let you run around like a dog and send a shadow or two to watch over you, trusting everyone there will behave themselves around the thing that visibly resembles him hanging behind you while you walk aimlessly. She stands and watch him bid you off after fixing the string bowtie he forced on you with a bright smile. As you stumble right off the trail and into the denser part of the park, trees covering you from his sight, he turns to his friend, all teeth and grinning brightly at him.

She never really addressed anything beyond a few light poking here and there about you, and he indulges her with anything she wants to. But he’s painfully aware of how he really looks at you, he knows she want to questioned him about it too. It’s far beyond anything he would grant to anyone around him, you have nothing of genuine worth to offer him, and he have nothing he truly needs from you. But he would tell Rosie, and himself, that you’re a funny thing to have around. Honest enough so that it can be a fault, but as cautious as a rabbit with its spawn at all time. A little pet to keep around and to fawn over when he wants to and drop at a moment notice once it got too old. Even if he stops seeing you as one.

(fond, Alastor is extremely fond of you. Rosie’s sure everyone in the hotel must’ve caught onto it by now. Moreover, people don’t look at a pet the same way he looks at you. Or maybe they do, if they’re willing to climb the 9 circles of hell for the pet that is.)

It’s no wonder to him then, that he would soon also grow to be patient with you.

(you’d came back to them both in 15 minutes top with blood on your face and a bewildered gaze, Alastor’s little friend trailing behind you cackling silently to itself. Rosie gets why he would get attached the moment you laugh.)

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Alastor is not a loving man. Nor is he a good one. Generous? Perhaps. But not enough to the point of kindness. The only person he can proudly say he truly loves with all of his heart is his mother. The women who gave him his everything. In fact, he’s much more warry of chumps who claimed they love everything, or love too easily. One’s a liar, the other fool.

Sometimes he would remember what you say on that day, where Vaggie urges you to help her partner out and explain your idea of a good life. He remembers the audience heckling and him laughing at such a notion. To love everything with all of your heart and be ready to let it go when you need to, he can still recall the slight disinterest looks you gave him. A simple one over and then nothing else. The same one you’ve been given him the entire time he was there. As if you already expected him to laugh and mock you.

Back when you two are nothing more than two strangers living under the same roof. He would’ve taught you a lesson or two about respecting someone, if not for your immediate word after. Standing in front of everyone, with almost none of the confident, drawing into yourself, yet with almost a fondness in your eyes, like recalling an old story.

“I love everything I don’t know in a general sense, but I like to still think it’s love. And when you choose to love something, or specifically, someone. You’re essentially putting your heart into their hand, and you held onto their hand, and you asked them to please, don’t break my heart. I do that, I think.” Your eyes are distant, looking at something nobody there can see. “I put my heart into the hands of the people I love, and I tell them to keep it safe. And I’m not good at trusting people, not as good as I hope I can be. But I hope they know I really do trust them.”

An egg raises it hand and immediately spoke up afterward “But what if they do break it though?” and another one chimes in “Yeah, do you break them back?” and you tilted your head in the same way you always did and you laugh, covering your mouth all the while. “Of course not, if they do then uh, shame on them, I guess. I usually just move on after raging about them for like some day. It’s not really your fault people decides to be a dick about you being open to them.”

Eyes glancing to the other side, almost like contemplating “I mean, I like to just take my friends word at face values when I think they’re not joking. Otherwise, there’s not a real fault to loving too much you know?” then you look at the eggs, and your face could’ve been seen as anything but a smile, but it is a smile to him.

“People who say they hate love are afraid they’ll lose something, or maybe they already have, and they don’t want to go through the same thing again. If there’s something you love, held it with both of your hands, and held it close to your heart. So that when you have to let go, if you ever have to, you’ll be able to live knowing that you’ve love it so much-oof”

Charlie, who was tearing up throughout your whole rambling, pulls you into a hug and almost taking the both of you down, sobbing about how much she loves you. With a quiet resignation, you settled for patting Charlie on the back, hesitantly returning her hugs. Ever vigilant Vaggie shouted at everyone to get themselves up and go do something. Angel slinkered off to the bar, trying to charmed Husk in for the night. The snake stays back, trying to interject Charlie’s sniffles to ask you about something, but got distracted by his ‘army’ hugging him and refusing to let go. Nifty already disappeared for the night, probably still chasing after bugs as she always does.

And him? He was at the top of the stairs by the time Vaggie have Charlie in her arms, with the latter trying to bring you four into a group hug (Pentious awkwardly put his hands around you three, not knowing what to do but doing it with enthusiasm). But his eyes were on you, and for the first time in all the time you both been in the same room, you look at him, really look at him. Nodding your head to wish him a good night, you simply turn back to the ongoing chattering. Eyes off him.

And he spent the rest of the night going back and forth between what you were saying.

(Later on, way later on, you told him you were hoping he would catch on to you essentially calling him a dick, a coward, and a loser. He only laughs at that and tells you how brave you are.)

He is not a loving man. And you are everything he’s not and everything he is. He soon learns your idealistic world view is much more realistic than he ever imagines. With the same tongue you use to sung praises to the top of a soda can, you spat out every cursed known to mankind about some guy that nearly drive mud onto his coat. With the hand that trembles in rage at someone’s distasteful remarks about your friend, you would simply use it to comforts them instead. You’ve prayed death on people who slightly inconvenienced you before, and it’s never going to stop. Short burst of rages that almost seems like they were kept inside for eons before exploding. If you were anyone else with less self-control, you would’ve actually killed more than he ever could.

(you hate with a fervor and love as if it’s the last day of your life, he’d told you on a calm evening. While a modern cover of an old song you both love playing from your laptop, you laugh at the remark. He takes it that he absolutely spot on, you thought he was ridiculous.)

You said your first option for everything that hurts you is hate, and the thing you try your best to pick is always love. And he wishes he could show you just how much he detested your life, but all he can do is to quietly disagree on the nights when it gets too hard for you to move, he would listened in on you from the other side of the door, talking to no one, sobbing to yourself. It would’ve been impossible for anyone to realized something was wrong with you aside from you waking up later in the morning, but he knows you, he always has. But never enough to knock on your door. So he stays outside until you fell asleep. Because you pick to love, and someone have to protect you in the case you die of a broken heart.

(he likes to think you can hear his everlasting statics and the songs he handpicked for you from outside the door, you’ve always calm down much faster around him ever since he started his little pastime.)

You, ever loving you, readily tells everyone how much you truly care for them when asked to. And he indulges in your heartfelt phrases more than he admits he usually would, but your eagerness to pleased and the way you always take the time to think it over truly won him over so he never stops you. Your consideration for him is always a wonderful thing to experience, coming from the heart, rather than fear. So, having been waiting for you to tell him what you can freely tell (almost) everyone at the hotel. Imagine his utter delight when you eventually did, with a glint in your eyes but a face like attending a funeral that you love him (he let you know, you reply that you know. He almost can’t hear the sounds of your shared mirth over the beating of his own rotted heart), he indulges himself and tell a lie. To you? To himself? He still is slowly figuring it out.

‘maybe I love you too’

Has he ever truly told you that? Maybe he has, maybe he hasn’t.

Alastor is not a loving man. It is not in his nature to be so. But now, after all the trouble he go through, simply sitting and watching you nodding off to sleep after everything. He wondered, what would he ever do if you were to die. Of course, one simply can’t die that easily down here, especially when it’s you, he would never let you die under anyone else’s hand.

But what if he were to kill you one day? Would he actually do it? How much would he put you through? Would you like it if he actually cracks open your ribcage? He thinks about the ethics of eating someone you care about (not love, even in his head, he nearly slipped. He would’ve laugh, if not for how utterly miserable this is making him), then he thinks about how funny is it that a cannibal is considering this sort of ethical dilemma when in reality he has done so much worse to so many people.

(but you’re not just anyone)

Holding onto the idea of you in his head, he stares out the window in the library space he seated you two into. Alastor stands up and dust himself off, moving to take you back to your room. While he slowly moves a particularly gaudy cup from your lap to his hand and place them on the side table, (you can panic in the morning about losing it as a lesson about not asking him for such tacky décor, even have enough guts to say it looks better than the first one) he thinks about the fact that if he were to ever kills you for good, he will eat you, raw, every part of you, past the bones and the inside of it. He will soak himself in your blood, and drinks every other last drop of it. He’ll crushed your bones into dust by hand, and inhaled it like drugs. Drinks your brain fluids, and swallowed your hair. Making sure not a single part of you is left. Making sure not a single part of you is anyone else’s. Ensuring you safe.

Like that of your love for him, that you never elaborate on. Whether it was like your love for collecting notebooks you’ll never used, or like your love for Charlie who by now considered you family. He only knows your love for him is his alone, a special love that nothing can capture. Going to the end of the world and back. Holding onto that idea, he carries you back to your room, and as he gently tucks you into your messy bed, making sure his claws won’t leave a scratch. He’d assured himself, that when the time came, he will make sure you’ll never be alone in the void beyond heaven and hell.

He thinks you thought a bit too highly of yourself, so much so that you think you can understand the depth of what he feels. Distancing yourself so quickly from him out of a misunderstanding. Of all the things he’s ready to let go of, you were never a part of.

(you’ve become the only thing he swore he’ll held onto until the day he rots away to dust)

You placed your still-beating heart in his hand, after all. What else can he do but to place his thoroughly dead and rotting one in yours, or whatever is left of it. He Is quite fond of you and your little jokes, after all.

(and you’re right, he does find your little acts funny.)

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

I also have Technoblade, and somehow Ethoslab too😂 (For context I don't keep up with Ethoslab content)

It's fanart though, and I feel uncomfy sharing the original pic- so here's different pictures for the two of 'em!

I would. Not be murdered at least. I think. As long as I'm truthful about my intentions to Techno & don't try to attack him or whatever. I don't know anything about Etho except that he "evades" taxes, but I've never seen murderous Etho fanart so I think I'm safe on that front.😀👍

Tagging whoever sees this. You there. You have been (no-pressure) tagged. JOIN US. (if you want)

You’re stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery. How safe are you?

Thanks for tagging me @artsy-girl-76 @schnarfer @oonajaeadira @jeewrites (I’m so sorry if I missed anyone!)

Does this guy count?

YOU GUYS. It told me the gif was “too big”…. I’m not safe AT ALL 😅

Tagging @burntheedges @grogusmum @perfectly-imperfect-me23 @ishabull @davnittbraes

[mirahuyooo]

Stranded — Dionysus!Hoseok

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AAHCK I can't wait to show y'all the story 😭💖💞💓 it's going well so far! here, have crumbs!~

All around you were people lost in the music of the bard, dancing and drinking to their heart's content. "No one knows you here right now, princess," Hoseok urged like a demon on your shoulder—all in good intention of course. "What else is there to hold you back?" You were forcibly shaped into the mold of a perfect, obedient princess for your kingdom. You were a scapegoat. You were a tool. Then, you became an accomplice to a murder, an enemy on the run from your own kingdom, and a forsaken bride, too. And now… Now what? You have nothing but yourself to your name—no more titles, no more labyrinths needing sacrifices, and no more promised marriages. You are no one in this sea of strangers—of people looking to festivities to forget their troubles.  Dare you say it, Hoseok is right.  What need did you have to be who you were before?

working hard on Stranded — Hobi's part on Elysian Tales! i made a new moodboard for it because the old one was pretty but all over the place 👁👄👁👍

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[missn11]

So, Legend of the Willow. Is that your new favorite Romance Club book? Do you enjoying playing a kitsune? Who's your fav LI? :D

@badass-at-cuddling oh this is one my fave books on the app and I honestly I think its the best one! Its still being worked on its final season (4) but I'm currently in season 3 and its honestly so great, I really enjoy the writing and characters a lot! The ost and the art are some of the best Romance Club has ever done (and they are improving all the time!)

Mei is a really great main character to play as, she is thoughtful, tries to think her options through and is willing learn. I'm playing her on the coldness path and I like how she tries to be more rational and cool headed about her decisions, I don't know what she's like on the passion path but I bet its fun in a different way. Mei's Kitsune powers are very neat, you can choose between fire or illusions, I'm using illusions atm and I'm excited to see what the fire magic is like when I replay the game once its all finished :D

The LIs in the game so far are: Kazu the Shinobi, he's the one I'm currently romancing and I really love how considerate and caring he is about Mei even if in a blunt way, especially when it comes to their relationship and sex.

Masamune the ronin hunting the Oni that murdered his master. He and Mei cross paths and work together to kill a Ryoge who is after Mei. Again I really like him a lot, the romance is a lot more of a slower burn compared to Kazu, and there is angst considering that Masamune does intent to commit honour suicide once he's avenged his master, so we'll have to see how his story will end when the story is done. But again he is pretty honorable and considerate of Mei even when you are just friendly with him.

Takao the sorcerer and the jounin of the shinobi clan Kazu belongs to, he can also turn into a white tiger and helps teaches Mei how to use her Kitsune powers, again, repeating myself here (I really like all the characters here) I really like him as well, he is a good teacher and intriguing man and is good at being about what he and Mei wants out of their relationship if you romance him, which is really great. 👍

Shino-Odori is a Yokai who lives in the caves near the shinobi village and after Mei helps her get her comb back she can change into her human form. Shino-Odori isn't a LI until season 3 but you meet her in season 1 and honestly I find her cute in both her Yokai and human forms and I love how blunt and to the point she is and also caring about the little fox (Mei) 🥰I wish she was LI option sooner but there is still a whole season to enjoy.

I hope this was helpful and answered your questions :D

[eastgaysian]

ok here's post. thinking again about ascending astarion (i am always thinking about astarion) and the circumstances in which lemming and dak-wai would be able to justify it to themselves.

(ephros is going to treat astarion and everyone else like total shit and get them the worst endings possible without having them die/leave the party. he's my awful male manipulator lizard and he still manages to maintain decent approval with everyone.)

the thing is that while lemming is more consistently and thoughtfully 'good,' dak-wai's much more rigid in their limited moral code of Kill bad people and save innocents so it's basically impossible to change their mind. lemming, however, is susceptible to being manipulated by ill-intentioned beautiful men he is personally attached to.

for dak-wai's canonical series of events, the spawn ambush camp trying to kidnap astarion -> dak-wai immediately assesses cazador as the party's most pressing danger who needs to be killed immediately -> they haven't confronted orin/bhaal yet, so they're projecting a lot of their own fears and expectations onto astarion's confrontation with cazador. when the imprisoned spawn are described as monsters who'll inevitably go mad with bloodlust if set free, dak-wai identifies with that and wants to believe that if the spawn are given a chance they can live their lives peacefully, just like they desperately hope is possible for themself. they've chatted with velioth's skull, the Cycles are not lost on them. talking astarion down is motivated by genuine concern for him and the idea that he'd be becoming cazador, but it's also about them needing to believe that when it's their turn to confront their abusive 'dad' they'll be able to reject him and forge their own path no matter the cost. if it's possible for astarion it's possible for me, recognition of the self through the other (derogatory) (genuinely sympathetic). so in the moment, they would Not be convinced to help with the ritual. if they'd failed to persuade astarion they would've been fucking gutted by him leaving, given up in the bhaalist temple and accepted being his chosen👍

them agreeing to ascend astarion would require events to unfold very differently. they'd have to confront orin without killing gortash first (which they do canonically on account of Really Fucking Hating that guy and also not wanting to endanger halsin's life), then fail to persuade orin not to kill halsin. this would be a plausible course of action for them if they got fixated enough on orin as basically the personification of who they used to be, meaning she needs to be dead immediately. they have a lot of complicated feelings about orin that they're not entirely sure are their 'own' or somehow retained from the past - resentment for the whole attempted murder and viewing her as the symbol of their past self, but also some amount of pity at her desperate desire to become bhaal's chosen when dak-wai understands the role as essentially a puppet. after killing her, they feel a weird combination of guilt and satisfaction about killing someone who they know intellectually was their sister, the person most Like Them, but they don't remember orin being their sister, but they still kind of feel that connection?

and having failed to save halsin because they were so fixated on killing orin which they don't even feel great about, they reach a breaking point and go there was no point in all this. in the end i just played into bhaal's hands anyway, i couldn't stop my friend from being killed, i couldn't stop myself from killing alfira or isobel. i became obsessed with killing orin then had to turn into the slayer to defeat her and that's exactly what bhaal wanted! there's no point in resisting. if i'm determined to stay alive this is the cost i have to accept -> ego death, oathbreaker era, literally just going through the motions and ceases to express any opinions of their own. you want my help to carve the scars on your back into the back of the person who put them there? you got it. point them at who they need to kill and they'll do it. yeah we might as well let the emperor eat orpheus' brain even if this means my wife will divorce/attempt to kill me. their enthusiasm for killing people actually seems to verge on a kind of passive suicidality hoping someone else will manage to kill them. it's bad ❤️

lemming... has a history of being manipulated by beautiful men who are not great people and making excuses for their behavior, much to the dismay of his friends who Always Fucking Hated His Shitty Boyfriend. [the darkest universe is actually one where lemming and ephros coexist and ephros makes him worse by bringing him into faerun's worst unethical toxic polycule.] he personally has a strong moral center, but he holds himself to higher standards than he does others, and especially if they have a strong personal relationship he can be talked into believing they meant well/it's really for the greater good. so the idea of killing six other spawn subjected to the same abuse as astarion doesn't sit well with him, and the idea of killing 7000 spawn who've been trapped, starving, for centuries is just inconceivable. there are children in there.

However. with enough emphasis on the idea that this is a mercy killing of vampire spawn who've suffered for years and would inevitably wreak havoc if released, failed insight check because lemming has Not invested in wisdom, astarion insisting that this is what's best for me, for us, this is how i become free, isn't that what you want? there's definitely a moment where lemming is genuinely torn between what he knows is right and what he thinks astarion wants/needs from him. there's a degree to which he idealizes astarion, and a degree to which he has convinced himself astarion is idealizing him by believing that he is uniquely caring and loyal, when actually lemming is just an overly trusting unexceptional idiot and inevitably people realize he's not that special and find someone better. helping astarion ascend would not only prove that he really loves him, but also make himself truly special/indispensable because it's only with his help and trust that astarion was able to ascend.

at which point i think it would really become a matter of sunk cost fallacy. lemming would not even allow himself to consider that this was a bad idea and he should get the hell out of there. because for him there is a distinct appeal, terrible and unhealthy though it may be, in the idea of being a treasured possession, jealously guarded despite the fact he offers nothing. just because he's wanted. there's security in being a caged bird and all you have to do is sing. if you trust your keeper is it really such a bad deal

[wearing a badge that says Sorry for only talking about my bg3 ocs' relationships with astarion 90% of the time] i can't write the post i was going to anymore. sorry