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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 5 years

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@birdyfreedomsworld Tysm!! I’m so glad you enjoyed our work as usual!!

And lord almighty set me free where do I even begin with that jealousy Comte event. I swear my only coherent reaction to it is LOUD INHALE as I try to process how unreal the man is.

You ever just see your old time friend protect your wife from a danger he created (Leonardo if you don’t clean your room I am going to skewer you on that globe) and literally go FULL FUCKING FERAL ABOUT IT. YOU EVER JUST DO THAT. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT LE COMTE DID AND I’M TOTALLY NOT ASTRAL PROJECTING.

I’ll probably make it later but Comte is literally that meme that’s like. Comte!!!!!! loves!!!!!!! Baguettes!!!!!!!!!! Comte!!!!!!!! loves!!!!!!!!!! MC!!!!!!!!!! Comte!!!!!!!!! loves!!!!!!!!!!!!! sees a single threat to his relationship with MC as her lover REVOLUTION.

He just. The way he conveys that shit is the highlight of my entire life. The savagery. The complete, absolute disregard for anything but possessive horny. I gained entire years of my life from the exchange?????? I’m crying???????????????

AND THE FACT THAT MC WAS DYING FROM HORNY RIGHT BACK!?!?! L E G E N D A R Y. GUESS I’LL JUST HAVE TO STAN FOREVER, HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

For anybody that might be curious and isn’t sure what I’m referring to, I’m gonna clarify under the cut, so pls don’t open it if you don’t want spoilers!!! I want to make sure I don’t ruin anyone’s experience, tyty <3

So essentially we are the MC living our best life minding our own business when suddenly a wild Leonardo appears (sadly no pokeballs today kids, we loyal thots). MC goes to bring a thing to his room and he’s like “cara mia, come in carefully” so naturally MC barges inside and nearly gets demolished by a stack of books as tall as the Eiffel Tower.

Cue Leonardo being himself and leaping on top of her to take the brunt of the books falling, checking on her when it’s over. Comte comes along like merciful heavens, Leonardo, what was that? Are you all ri--

Kill Bill sirens.

Before MC can explain, Leonardo’s bastard instinct kicks in and he pours gasoline on an already raging fire like. What if I. Make Comte. Go actually insane with jealousy. And so he does (says something along the lines of like ARA ARA A COMPROMISING POSITION WOULDN’T YOU SAY) and Comte just. Sighs. And is like MC don’t worry about it, are you all right? Okay then, Leonardo clean up after yourself, see you both later.

I would like you all to know that as I was translating this my exact response to this situation was: “LEONARDO WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, WHOSE FUCKING MANS IS THIS--HE SURE AIN’T MINE” The difficulty of being a Leonardo stan is that you love him but also sometimes you just really want to shake him a bit. Moving right along.

And MC is just. Huh. He didn’t get jealous?? Guess I should have seen that coming (because she’s an idiot). And so when she’s trying to tell Leo off he’s like “hey hey don’t get mad cara mia, I just like to push his buttons now and again, like seeing him lose his composure.” And MC squints like sounds fake but okay, doesn’t really understand what he means.

Enter, the next scene.

MC still feels uneasy about the whole thing and so she goes searching for Comte after she gets most of her work done, as one does. She finds him at the dining table, staring into a tea cup (I shit you not I read this and all I heard in my head was wAKE ME UP). And she’s like ???? Comte, I uh, I’m sorry about-- And he just smiles gently and shakes his head, repeats that he’s fully aware Leo was just messing around inappropriately. That it’s no biggy.

I must interject to say, in the tone of the “science is a liar sometimes” meme, COMTE IS A LIAR SOMETIMES.

And so MC, with the emotional intelligence of a brick once again, laughs a little and is like “I should have known better than to worry, you’re too mature to let a little mishap like that get to you, haha.” And then. His expression. DROPS. Swear to god you can hear the record scratch sound effect. And he gets deadly, deadly serious. She says his eyes burn suddenly with passion like they only do when they’re alone, and he replies “.............not let it get to me?”

And she’s like w h. And he advances, and it says the click of his Oxford shoes (DRAMATIC YELLING I LOVED THIS DETAIL) strike the floor one, by one, by one. He continues, and this line singlehandedly killed me, “I remember saying that I understood what happened. I never said I didn’t care.”

AND THEN HE KISSES HER SENSELESS. IN THE DINING ROOM. NO HOLDS BARRED. NO MERCY. FOR SEVERAL MINUTES.

Of course, Leonardo being the cockblock that he is comes stomping down the hall (when I tell you I had Shigezane war flashbacks WHEN I TELL YOU--) Comte finally relents and murmurs at her ear that they’ll finish this later. Leonardo comes in like OOPSY DID I INTERRUPT and I’m pretty sure Comte is inches from beating Leonardo with his teacup. But I digress.

There is a scene after that that’s hilarious where Leo’s like DAMN SON you really did a number on poor cara mia. And Comte just snaps back “And whose fault is that, asshole.”

The event essentially ends with Comte railing her senseless--as any Comte stan dreams of--and some of the things he says are just unreal. The absolute, soft possessive borderline yan energy obliterates me. He is so much kids. HE IS SO MUCH. He essentially tells her that the last thing he wants to do is stop her from living freely and interacting with everyone as usual, because he does consider them family. But at the same time the very prospect of sharing her with anyone literally destroys him on the inside so naturally the solution is to stake his claim until she passes out.

It’s a little funny because the morning after he feels SO bad about it. He’s stroking her hair and asking if he was too rough or went too far and MC is just blissed out like the legend she is. She mentions wanting to see his full honest self--all of his feelings, no matter how intense--and so he’s like is that so? And then does her all morning too because he’s also literally a legend that loves his wife more than anything else in the entire world, thank you for coming to my TED talk.

If you managed to get through even half of that I salute you, comrades, I’ll be here drinking my pina colada and dying over the fact that this man ain’t real. Some bullshit. And yes I do love dancing in the rain

#replies #rambles #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #mild ikevamp spoilers #yall there is a whole lot of meme and screaming in this so i apologize if i sound all kinds of crazy im just gone #le comte literally made me lose my mind and all that's left is loving and pining energy in these two brain cells #can you imagine????? being within 3 feet of the man because i cant #swear to god his presence alone would bowl me over #id look into his eyes once #lay down on the ground #and just say 'forgive me my friends i have taken ill'#because i would just be that overwhelmed and in love #literally the only cure is his hugs but i can have none--not even as a little treat--so here i am deteriorating #remember me yall when you indulge in his events in eng #aight it is late ive had about 5 total hours of sleep until next time lovelies #im sure i will regret this in the morning but sometimes regret is necessary #tw swearing #tw sex mentions

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kileyrose-2003 · 5 years

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Dan Torrance x Fem! Reader Part 3

A/N: Hi lovelies! Here comes another one of my extremely angsty psychological dive into Rose and Crow’s relationship. Lol. Very, very emotional write for me. Some of you might be wondering after you read this on just how exactly and I will simply say one thing: The relationship between Rose and Crow is very explicitly written and there while as in the film it is implied. In this AU I wanted there to be a reason why Rose and Crow seem more distant, hence why I am taking my own spin to them like this.

Anyways, I love you guys! I know there are a lot of people on Tumblr right now as well as myself dealing with the affects of COVID-19 in our every day lives. If you ever need anyone to talk to, my DM’s are always open. I might not be a therapist but I am willing to help :) I hope you all have a wonderful day and stay safe, lovelies!

Link to intro is here , pt. 1, and Pt. 2

Enjoy!

Warnings: Trigger warning for mentioned/implied child abuse, child death, baseball boy scene, blood, gore

“..Don’t talk to me. Don’t look at me and especially don’t fucking touch me.”

“Crow-”

“No, Rosie! This is your fault. Not her fault, it’s yours. You hurt her! You hurt our baby!” In a rare display of emotion, hot tears were streaming down Crow’s face.

Rose chose her words very carefully before speaking. “..She is not our baby. We did not birth her into this world. She never belonged to us in the first place. And, no. I don’t hate her. I am not jealous of her either and I am not entirely to blame for all this. While maybe your way of thinking on this not being her fault may be correct, you are part of the reason to blame.” Her tone was calm and diligent like a mother trying to keep a tantrum prone toddler calm. “I told you from the start, that I didn’t think it was a good idea for her to be here. In general, our way of life is not fit for any child.”

“I-”

“Don’t talk! Just listen. You however insisted at keeping her here when I told you it wasn’t fair to her to live like this. Once she seen what we did, I did not want her to live like this. Had we of just-”

“Rose, I wasn’t just going to send her back to where she came from! Because-”

“Because you grew attached to her! When I told you not to get to fond of her too quick because it was supposed to be a trial thing. We don’t give affection to rubes, Crow. It’s a rule of thumb. That’s what we gave to her though. Not just you, but me too and I will admit with that I was wrong but yet you fail to recognize the reason I brought her into this in the first place was to make you happy and whether you think it’s right or wrong to do what I did to make you happy: I don’t care. To knock some sense into her was the only option. That was the only way she was going along with the whole thing though. So I did what I had to do, even if I didn’t like it. None of that would of happened though had you just let her go.”

Crow sat there on the ground, staring at the falling leaves around him while he processed every word that Rose said to him. “Comments?”

He had none. Yet. His head felt like a over boiling tea pot waiting to just spill over and burn the person closest to him. In that case, Rose. It wouldn’t be the first time he killed one of his lovers. His rage was infrequent but when it came out, it was a force to be reckon with like a blazing fire. It was what he related to most. It was the only thing that had passion that burned and grew as quick as he did until he met Rose. Rose burned as bright, if not brighter than he did. Crow wanted to kill Rose right then and there and she felt it. They all felt it.

Rose was quick to step away despite of her certainty he wouldn’t kill her. Yet something gave her the maybe, just maybe, he would one day. She’d make sure to keep that under control though and keep her dragon tamed.

Just like it wouldn’t be the first he killed a love, it wasn’t the first time he was a father either. Though that time was as far from him as the setting sun was near his finger tips, the memories though old and a little wishy washy, were engraved into his mind. The smell of smallpoxs immediately entering his nostrils at the thought of it. Just like he hadn’t forgotten the name and face of his own child, he was sure he wasn’t going to forget yours either. Or the way it made him the feel the last time he got to speak to you.

You felt stuck and he was stuck too. Except unlike the first child he lost, you didn’t feel scared to leave him. You felt almost relieved. Like you could breath now while the other felt like they were drowning in fear and pain. It was in that moment he realized you were scared of him. You were afraid he’d hurt you at one point

‘No, I wouldn’t hurt her,’ He told himself over and over. He would of never intentionally tried to make you scared of him or put you in a position where you felt uncomfortable. You adored him and he loved you just as much, if not more, than you loved him. You were his baby, even if it meant he had to kill to have you.

Finally he had his comment and the words came out full of fury and rage. “..Bullshit. You all fucking lie!”

…

He wouldn’t touch Rose for months let alone look at her until she forced him too and even then, that was a battle. He wasn’t the same after that. He became more cynical, more distant. Almost an empty shell of the person he was.

Any out spoken nature he had and was replaced by soft spoken snarkiness. There was no more The Irish Rose and her Crow. Only the remnants of a broken past and flings that occurred in the event of their primal feedings. Nothing more and nothing less.

While the stars shined down on you and Danny brightly as you were yet again acting out your passions in the privacy of your own home, Crow Daddy stood in the darkness of the abandoned ethanol plant in Bankerton, Iowa as he sharpened the blade of his knife. The only lights shining on him were the glares of The True Knot’s RV’S nearly blinding him.

He felt soft hands rub up and down the bare skin of his upper arm and a head press against his shoulder. Rose. “I’m excited. It’s been months since we’ve done our thing, you know?” She nipped the cartilage on his ear and fought the urge to push her away. “Sure,” He grunted.

Rose furrowed her brows. “Aren’t we testy tonight?” Crow fought the urge to laugh in her face. “When am I not lately?” She bit her lips. “You’re really going to do this. Right now?”

“It’s not like what’s been between us is exactly a secret to anyone in the family, Rosie.” She pulled away from him slightly repulsed and stretched her arms. “I’m ready.” The reply was snappy and quick and Barry was quick to obey.

'The boy is going to be the one to suffer for that reply but who am I care?’ Crow thought to himself as he looked at the bite mark the Baseball Boy left on his hand. 'The little bastard deserves it.’

“No! No! Please don’t! No..” The first couple of times he had to bare witness and participate in the unholy act after you left, he could hardly take. There was a slight lapse of faith and for a while he thought maybe he just didn’t deserve to have children. Now was different though. He felt numb.

After being in constant agony for over 20 years his sympathy began to decrease and soon he felt nothing for anyone. As Rose knelt down to Bradley Trevor’s level he took his position behind her, standing tall. To child on the ground, he was terrifying but the rest thought nothing of him.

Rose gestured for the knife and he handed it over immediately. “A-are you going to hurt me?” The reply was husky and menacing. “Yes.”

There were screams of protest but Crow took no mind to them. “Pain purifies steam. Fear too. So now you understand.” The Baseball Boy let out a scream of protest before Rose stabbed deeply into him.

…

Meanwhile as you laid in bed next to Danny who was in a dead coma, you felt someone poking at your mind. “Danny, stop it.” You elbowed him. He grunted and slapped your ass cheek. “W-wha?”

“You’re poking in my head again. Stop it.” He rolled over onto his side and shoved his face into the pillow. “I’m trying to sleep.” You rolled your eyes and as you went to wrap your arms around him, you felt the poke again. Accept this time it hurt. Like an electric shock.

(Hello?! Hello! Please tell me you can hear me.)

You paused before responding.

(I can hear you.)

(Good! They’re hurting him and they won’t stop.)

(Who is they?)

The response terrified you.

(The woman in the hat.)

All the sudden you felt nauseous and you gripped at bed sheets. You knew what was going to happen and you were terrified. The room began to slant on an angle and you gripped onto the head board tightly.

“Babe! What are you doing?” Dan sat up in bed and his face went flat at seeing the expression on your face. “Honey?”

You tried to respond to him physically but couldn’t so instead you turned to the person in your head.

(You’re mine and my husband’s pen pal, aren’t you?)

(Yeah.)

(Are you comfortable with telling me your name?)

(Yeah, it’s Abra.)

(Well Abra, can I ask you to do me a favor?)

The room began to tilt on an angle and you felt your grip on the head board becoming lose.

(Anything.)

(If I get stuck in here, tell Dan I love him.)

Your fingers lost their hold on the frame and you began to spiral down into a dark hole. 'This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.’ You prayed, silently hoping Abra was wrong but something told you she wasn’t. The dark hole began to reach it’s end and you had enough time to see trees and a sign that read 'NO TRESPASSING: BANKERTON ETHANOL PLANT’ When you felt the spiraling of your body stop.

Your astral body hit the ground hard and you had to spit the dirt out of your mouth. “Ugh, gross.” You attempted to reach forward to try and find something to grip onto that way you could stand up but your hand connected with human skin.

“Oh shit!” You scrambled back at the sight of Barry and you felt your body beginning to levitate upwards. “No! No! Please, please! I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see it!” Your body wouldn’t move though. You had to look. Unless you were going to get stuck here and hesitantly you opened your eyes. “Oh my god! Stop! Stop! Please stop!”

Your body began to lower and suddenly you felt eyes on you. One of them heard you. “No! No! No! No!” A hand ran itself through your long locks and you trembled.

“What is it?” You knew that voice and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know who was infront of you.

(Look at me.)

You shook your head but felt fingers lifting your head up to force you to look at them and slowly you opened them to see Rose. Her hands covered in blood and her eyes full of steamy lust.

(Well, hi there sweetie!)

Panic began to rise inside you and you reached out to Abra.

(Ru-)

Before you could even finish your thought, Rose plunged the knife back into the Baseball Boy and you let out a scream. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” You screeched feeling his pain.

(Funny how things come around isn’t it, Y/n?)

“Stop! Stop! Rose, please stop! Just stop!” Just as Danny was about to lay back down he jumped up in bed and gently shook your shoulders. “Y/n?! Baby? What’s wrong.”

(You got a friend there, Y/n? I want to see him.)

As Dan leaned over to caress your cheek, you pushed him back. “Y/n!” You could feel the rise Rose was getting out of your pain and it made you mad. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of getting kicks off your pain. “Get away from me, Danny! Get away!”

Instead of now just seeing Rose in your eyeshot all of them were in eyeshot with those haunting blue eyes staring at you and you slammed your head against the back of the bed. “Make it stop, Danny! Make it stop!”

This time when you tried to push him away, he held your arms down against your chest that way he could try to wake you up. “She’s going to see you Danny!”

(Yes, Danny. I am going to see you. That your little friend you made down in Florida?)

“Shut up!” You screamed. “Who’s going to see me?!”

“No!”

“God damn it, Y/n! Who do you see?”

BAM!

The room shook and Danny landed backwards onto the hardwood floor. Now he was pissed, not at you but whoever it was he couldn’t see. He grabbed your wrist to stop you from pushing him away. “Leave her alone!”

As Dan continued to shake your body and beg for you to wake up, the astral world around you began to slide. This time you were hanging upside down as you fell and as you did, yours and Crow Daddy’s eyes unintentionally interlocked though he would be aware enough to know it.

As you slammed back into your physical body, you rolled off the bed and hit your head on the dresser. “Oww!” You screeched and started sobbing. Dan tried to pull you into a hug but you kicked at him. “No! No!”

“Y/n-” You let out a scream. “Just leave me alone!” Danny backed away and you let out a sob. “What happened?” He asked gently as he scooped you up into his arms like you were a child. Normally you would protest said act but for right now, you didn’t care. You needed the comfort and that’s how he was giving it.

“They killed him..” You sobbed and you felt Danny let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through your hair. “They killed who?”

“That poor little boy!” You let out a screaming cry and buried your head in his shoulder. “Okay..okay.” You choked on your own sobs and nuzzled closely to him. “It’s alright.”

…

Meanwhile thousands of miles away, the lights of RV’s shined brightly in the darkness of the Iowa night on Crow and Rose as they buried the baseball boy.

As Rose finished throwing her scoop of dirt over Bradley Trevor’s glove she paused for a moment and looked at the ground. “We had a looker.” Crow stopped what he was doing and for the first time in years she actually seen a glint of what she would like to think was excitement in his dark eyes. “Tonight?”

“Yeah.” Rose dropped the shovel on the ground and Crow did the same. “East Coast, I think.” He furrowed his brows. “You’re saying someone looked in from I’ve 10,000 miles away?”

“Could of been farther. Could of been up in Canada, but it gets better. She wasn’t alone either.” Rose smirked slightly. “Y/n was with her.”

They say a picture is worth 1000 words but in that moment Crow Daddy’s face had an expression of infinite emotions. He tried tracking you down a few times after you ran but he honestly wondered what good it would do. He didn’t have to be in your mind to you were petrified of Rose and he figured you probably would want nothing to do with him. His mouth went dry and he felt like he wanted to throw up. “What?”

“Oh yeah and she wasn’t happy to see me either. The second she seen me stab into the kid she was out of there so fast and back to her man friend.”

“Man friend?” He looked boggled. “Oh yeah. Danny is his name. She wouldn’t let me get a look at him though..or the looker but I swear Crow Daddy, I haven’t felt power. Raw power like that off the looker than I’ve felt in so long..”

“Then do you think we should look into it? The sooner the better. Before her parents send her to a psychiatrist. Put her on pills. Muffle the steam and make her harder to find.”

“No, giving paxil to this kid is like putting a piece of saran wrap over a search light. And when either of them come back and trust me, I’ll know they’ll be back, I’ll be ready. Oh I’ll be ready..”

Crow dreaded the prospect though. He didn’t want to see you older. A little bit younger than him. It served as a reminder that time went comes and goes fast and there was no buying more of it. For the rubes at least.

“Besides,” Rose straightened her posture as if she was reflecting back on another thought. “What is tied can never be untied.” As Crow raised an eyebrow Rose met the look with a smirk.

…

Your hands shook as Danny handed you a cup of tea. “There we go.” He wrapped you up with a blanket from behind and hummed appreciatively “Thank you.” He nodded and there was an awkward moment of silence as he stared at the REDRUM on the wall in the next room. “So you going to tell me now or never?”

"Danny,“ You begged and he shushed you. "Just listen to me. I think it would help if you told me about it though.”

“There’s a reason why I don’t talk about my childhood, Dan.” He squeezed your hand. “I know.” You kissed the tops of his knuckles. “It’s painful.” Your voice started to crack.

“If you’re afraid of me thinking differently of you, I would never. I love you for you. Whatever they did, it’s not on you. Please baby, I know it’s hurting you. Just let me in.”

You sighed and looked down at your kitchen counter. “You remember when you met me all those years ago in Florida?” He nodded and rubbed the tops of your hands. “I was only there for a brief amount of time. I moved around alot as a kid. For a while I never really understood why.”

“You mentioned your family was pretty nomadic but what does this have to do with anything?” Dan asked softly and continued to caress your skin. “The people who raised me, they were special like us. They shined maybe as much, if not more than we did. There are things out there, dark things, that hurt people like us.” Tears started to well up in your eyes. “Y/n-”

“They make people like us never be seen again and they warned me about the dark things and told me to stay away from them but I didn’t know I really didn’t have to worry about them at the time.”

Dan wiped one of your tears away, trying to ignore the hairs sticking straight up on his arms. “Why?” Your teary eyes interlocked with his. “Because I was living with the dark things that hurt people like us.” His posture stiffened and he slowly let go of your face. “What?” You ignored his question, continuing to ramble on.

“They always looked the same. It was the strangest thing. My grandpa went from having a limp in his leg to walking without a cane over night and sometimes when they were near me, my one uncle always looked at me like he was hungry. I was nine and we were staying long term in Georgia for the winter because I was sick. It made my mom a nervous wreck, so she’d stay with me every night while I slept and the one night I woke up over night and she wasn’t there so I panicked and I just remember hearing these screams. They were awful. Like these husky barks and even though I was supposed to be in bed I got up to look for my mom and when I got up she was on top of this little boy and she was-” You choked up a little bit. “She was gutting into him like he was a fish and they were eating him.”

“Like Hannibal Lecter eating him or-” You shook your head. “His shine. They were drinking his screams and pain too.” Dan looked so upset. “Honey.” Your body wracked itself with sobs. “And I’ll never forget the look on his face! Like he was being violated.”

“W-what did they do when they seen you were there?” You tried to wipe some tears away but they just kept pouring rapidly. “Most of them didn’t care or notice at first. My dad on the other hand looked so mortified. I can’t remember if it was him or my mom that picked me up and kept telling me over and over again it was out of survival and that I wasn’t supposed to see it. That it was all for the better. That way they could live longer and be healthier and that they wouldn’t hurt me. They could never hurt me like that.”

“Please don’t tell me you believed them.” His tone almost sounded judgemental and you became defensive. “Dan! What was I supposed to do? They were my family and it’s not like I had any where to go to. Despite what they did, I still loved him even though part of me was scared of them.”

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m just trying to wrap my head around all this.” He kissed the top of your head and you had to supress the urge to just shove him away. “Could you live like that? Live a lie?”

“I kept my mouth shut, Danny and if you were in my shoes you would of done the same. For about 7 years we went on like that until my dad left for business for about a week and I finally couldn’t take it anymore and then truth came out about everything.”

You let out a screaming sob as Rose threw plates around you. “..They would of never of been able to provide for you the way your father and I did! Those rubes pigs were selfish and given the chance, they would of used you and abused you even more than they already did.”

You shook your head feverishly, trying to block out Rose’s word. “You were so desperate to have someone love you, that I barely even had to wipe your mind. You were so touch starved that we practically did nothing but hold you the first couple of weeks you were here. We loved you when no one else did! Not even your fucking mother.”

You choked on your own sobs and slumped down to the ground, not caring if the broken glass on the ground cut into your fragile skin. Rose knelt down to your level and began to pull some of the shards. “But don’t worry though, honey. Daddy fixed that issue.”

You felt your blood run cold and you tensed. “W-what do you mean?” Part of you knew the answer to that question though and you dreaded hearing it come out of her mouth. Rose reached up into a nearby drawer and pulled out an old Polaroid photograph. “Does that answer your question?”

“OH GOD!” You screamed and broke back into hysterics. “He never did it to hurt you. You wanted her dead. Trust me. It was all out of love, my sweet. Every single piece of it was out of love.”

"T-that’s not love!” You stuttered. “No?” Rose’s tone was cynical. “No!..”

“Y/n-”

“14 years, Danny. 14 fucking years, I let them scare me into thinking all people were bad besides them and I thought they were my family the whole time yet it was all just a lie!” Dan wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a kiss on your cheek, trying to process it all. Your water works started up all over again and Danny sighed. “Y/n..Y/n, it’s not your fault.”

“It is Danny! It fucking is! And then she started hitting because she knew I despised her for the truth and it hurt so bad because we went from being so close to so far apart.”

“Baby-”

“My trust with the rest of them too was so torn because they all knew what she was doing and they hid. Over two years I had to lie my dad because I didn’t want to make him upset because he was the only one of them that I trusted and then I let him kill my mother..”

“You were a child, honey. You couldn’t of known. It’s not your fault and that’s all over now. I’m here.” He rocked you back and forth as you cried into him. “And the worse part is that even after everything they’ve done to me, part of me still loves and misses them sometimes.”

Dan’s mind drifted back to his own father and he tensed, understand what it was like to still love the abuser even though they caused more damage than could be repaired. “I know, baby..I know. It’s a fucked up cycle.” You nuzzled close to him.

“Don’t leave me, Danny!” You begged. “I won’t..it’s okay.” As you wept into him, Danny looked off to the side room that had the ominous REDRUM scrawled on the walls and hugged you tight.

“We need to keep that little girl away from them Dan. They’ll hurt her.” He pulled away from you. “We? No! No there is no we in this. If anything, we should stay out of this.”

“Dan! You’re being selfish. We can’t just abandon this little girl.” He shook his head. “It’s not abandoning her if I tell her to keep her head down.”

“That’s the exact opposite of what we should do!” Dan huffed and you placed a kiss against his cheek, cradling his face in your hands. “Look, just listen with an open mind. Okay?”

He nodded and your eyes interlocked with his baby blue ones. “I know they work, Danny. That’s why they took me. To use my shine to find people. They’ll prey on people who put their heads down because it’s easier for them to seem like the good guys. It’ll make her more of a sitting duck. To make her hide this, all of this, it’ll just kill her self esteem and her herself. You have to encourage her.”

“Why me?”

“Because besides me, you’re probably the only person that hears her Dan. Who understands her. She knows you more than me because she turned to you first. You’re the only one who probably interacts with her the way people like us can.” You held his hands in yours. “Do you remember how lonely you felt being younger? We can’t let that happen to her.”

“And I can’t let you get hurt either. If these people, whatever the hell they’re called can find that little girl-”

“Abra. Her name is Abra,” You corrected but Dan only rolled his eyes. “-They probably can find you and I just-”

Dan visibly shivered. “I don’t want to even picture in my mind what things they’d do to you or what would happen you if they found you.” He cupped your face and took in all your features. “I-i’d never be able to live with myself, knowing I could of prevented it. I can’t- I won’t let them hurt you. They’ve done enough damage.”

“So that’s it? We’re just abandoning her?” Dan rubbed his face. “I wouldn’t call it that just..cutting ties for a while.” You pushed away from him and rolled your eyes. “Y/n, I’m sorry but I don’t want you getting killed!”

“Just don’t talk to me right now, Danny. I want to be alone.” You went back to yours and Danny’s bedroom and locked the door before he could get it. “Y/n..come on baby.”

“I told you I want to be alone.” You sat down with your back against the door and Danny did the same from the other side. “Okay..Honey?”

“Yes, Dan?” He laid his hand against the woods barrier between the both of you. “I love you.” Despite how mad you were, you smiled slightly and did the same. “I love you too..now go. Please.”

Dan did as you asked and as he made his walk to the guest room in the second floor of your house, he stopped at the spare room. Staring at the REDRUM on the wall before picking up a piece of chalk and scrawling a quick message. 'Abra: I hope you’re okay and you have a better day tomorrow. Your friends, Dan and Y/n.’

#doctor sleep #dr sleep #imagine #imagines #fanfiction #crow daddy #abra stone #rose the hat #Danny Torrance #dan torrance #x fem reader #x female reader #stephen king #The Shining #the true knot

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dogcopter · 5 years

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first link has: “she was on the road to redemption in my mind. I believe redemption is a journey with no endpoint. There’s no day where you wake up and are 100% redeemed. It’s something you work at every day, trying your hardest to be the best possible version of yourself you can be at every moment you exist. She cannot continue that journey now, because of her choice to make Steven- and in many ways, that’s pretty tragic.”

second link is that fanart w has a tag: “ i don't believe rose as a character is incapable of redemption theoretically but as she is DEAD- yeah she's unable to be redeemed. unable to continue that redemption i mean”

Ok this will be MUCH MUCH longer than you likely want but let’s take a minute to talk about this. Because this aspect of Rose meta is a huge part of the conclusion of Steven Universe, and the other half of Steven’s story I’m most excited for.

Responding to this question of Rose being unable to change is implicit to the Rose is Lion theory and it’s really at the heart of the story. I genuinely don’t read a better or more consistent explanation for the pieces right now, so I operate under the assumption Rose is Lion and we are headed for the legendary impossible Rose redemption arc - the conversation changes if she’s really gone, so we’ll get there if that’s the case, but I also think that tragedy was honored quite beautifully in Steven Universe. I think the note Future will end on is instead, it’s never too late to change (Rose), it’s ok to not be sure what’s next (Steven), but you will be ok if you have love in your life and work towards the future. Unfridging the absent mom character is a big cartoon trope flip too.

I agree with the OP regarding SU’s idea of redemption. An SU “redemption arc” means the character reaching some kind of catalyst to choosing a change. They change some behavior that has caused them and/or others pain. They want to more fully express themselves and to be connected to those around them, and through some process or journey have understood no one is all-bad or all-good, but each action is a choice and each of us has impact on others.

This is what my url and the “Rosedemption” 2020 tag refers to as I anticipate it - not “redemption” in the sense that she’s bad and becomes good or that her mistakes are overwritten or we get a perfect everything’s OK happy ending. SU does hope and does cartoon anime fanservice and the power of love, but it doesn’t do that. Agree or disagree with whichever individual story choices and character decisions you feel a way about, but I think we can all acknowledge that SU doesn’t try to simplify interpersonal relationships to black-and-white.

So rosedemption is redemption only in the sense that she is understood and chooses to take a step forward. Like how “Peridemption” describes the process of Peridot trying to learn, coming to love the Earth and embrace her personality. At the end of Steven’s story, Rose, like the others in the cast who have a place in his life, will join them in having the potential to be herself, have her innate capacity to be good recognized like everyone else, and have the chance to break a pattern of behavior she has become trapped in as well. She won’t be absolved of all her mistakes.

When pursuing the theory it was like a daisy chain of if-then. The explanation for Lion’s behavior and knowledge that makes the most sense is Lion being Rose. Fact. The next question is then: -> Is that possible given the mechanics of the universe? Yes - Steven demonstrates every power necessary, including going into other people’s bodies. Next question. -> If Rose is in fact astral projecting into Lion’s body, it’s possible she’s also responsible for the dream weirdness, is it also possible she’s in other bodies (melons)? Yes - all still in Steven’s moveset. (The thing that turned me on to the idea was that scene in Escapism, so I worked backwards a bit - but it makes sense, because we only get certain information later that illuminates pieces from earlier) -> But if Rose isn’t dead, where is the story going?

IMO this is why people don’t entertain the idea so much, things have changed a lot, and it upends things we thought were settled. In theory terms I expect her to come forward because it’s the logical conclusion to her arc - she gets to choose to stop running and hiding, which was borne of her past, and if she’s back she can lift responsibility for her legacy from Steven’s shoulders.

It doesn’t erase what happened, though; Steven and Rose may be able to say they love each other, but maybe he’s not ready for a relationship after this void in the shape of her characterized his upbringing. Having her today doesn’t change the childhood he spent without her, and often, very lonely. Knowing she was looking over him in the way she thought would hurt him the least, doesn’t make finding out she was by his side caring for him as Lion & co. any less painful a truth to learn after childhood has already ended. Those feelings are going to come out on Steven’s end, but all they have to reach by the end of the series is a hopeful starting point that maybe someday they’ll both be in a better place. And maybe some things will never heal, you know - that’s OK - and not all of this will necessarily be explicit onscreen, we will have fanwork and meta to cover many of those infinite possibilities.

The whole first series was devoted to the CGs dealing with her death and growing after the loss of her. Does Rose coming back cheapen that? I don’t think so - what happened happened. Those things the first series went through were real. In fact, giving up her physical form and then being Lion are additional decisions made with best of intentions but enormous fallout for others, the crux of Rose’s struggle to be better when continuously she hurt people too. SU is always committed to showing how people are people and in part respond to their circumstances and the systems of society and family they were born into. As far as condemning or glorifying her actions, I don’t think SU asks either of us because of this very framing, but of course any viewer has the right to. Will I ever forgive her for what she did to Bismuth? I don’t have to - Bismuth doesn’t have to - Steven doesn’t have to. All we’ll be asked is to understand her, which is all we’ve been asked all along. Each character has this aspect to them.

That’s not to say any story is perfect, it’s told by people as imperfect as the characters they create. And different perspectives are not only valid but expected. Some folks will always hate Rose, or Lapis, or Pearl, or the Diamonds, some will love all of the above. Sometimes your favorite character is your favorite because something they felt spoke to something you’ve felt, sometimes you hate a character because of their actions or just because you wouldn’t get along with them socially. The people who respond to things that they think SU fell short on, will make more art and cartoons that continue that conversation. Can you weigh the good influences she had on Steven’s life against the bad and come out with a mathematical judgment of binary goodness/badness, or is it more like real life where they have to accept what’s happened and move forward from there? Do you reject that and write the fic of the story you prefer?

So to me the Rose redemption arc raises all the hard questions Steven Universe has been porting over. Who are you to others and yourself? How do you know? Where do you go after you aren’t playing a role to someone else? When do you take responsibility for your actions? What’s the point at which you’re too late? Is there? How do you face the family who harmed you, when you’re so frightened you’d rather stop existing to escape them? How do you face the people you’ve harmed, even after they understand you? When you didn’t intend to? When you did? How do you move forward when a paradigm shift upends the narrative of your life, as Steven has been forced to do wrt Rose repeatedly? Does everyone get a chance to change? And why do you do what you do? Why fear? How to face it? Can you love yourself and love others? Does love win?

That’s something I find so exciting about this possibility. It changes the entire conversation, because both those who adore Rose and those who despise her have their reasoning, but the conversation is so oriented around her inability to change like everyone else. The conversation I’m most looking forward to goes past that stopgap. When it’s not the case that she can’t change, how do we see her now? After living through the consequences of her choices and coming to understand her better alongside Steven and the family, the thought is very personal, as it will be for Steven. That’s what enchants me about the signs pointing to Rose’s return. It’s complicated and messy, but ultimately hopeful!

If the signs were not pointing to that but something else, I’m excited for that meta too, but we’ll talk as the month unfolds and destroys us.

#rosedemption 2020 #rose is lion 2020 #i KNOW how few people really believe this theory but #between the big ideas and the little details i really don't commit to it out of nowhere. Itis a very SU conclusion to SU #and to the intertwined character arcs of rose and steven that we have journeyed with for all this time.#imho feel free to disagree

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A Clumsily Perfect Wife

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @arod7293! Happy belated birthday! ;D

Summary: Felicia finally returned to work after four months of their babies’ birth, and Azura wasn’t happy about it. Alone in their room, the princess started to reminiscence about their days and, especialy, nights together. Perhaps not everything should be left to memory, hm?

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The mornings in Valla were unpredictable: sometimes they would be as hot as a hoshidan summer; other times they would be so cold as the nohrian winter. That morning felt like the latter for Azura.

Her general expression didn't change much, as it didn't whenever she was upset: her face remained serene, though her eyes would be droopy and cold.

In truth, the weather was rather temperate outside the room, but even Felicia could feel the cold atmosphere her wife's mood was causing. Still putting on her thigh-highs, Felicia looked back to the bed, where Azura held her wife's pillow and sulked. "P-please don't make that face, Azura... It was so hard to leave yesterday, too..."

"You know you don't need to work, you're the princess' wife." Azura pouted, upset to be separated from her wife after virtually spending a whole year in her uninterrupted presence.

Eight months in the Astral Realm during her pregnancy as well as the subsequent ninth month back at the real world and Felicia's maternity leave, counting four more months. Azura had grown so used to being surrounded by her wife day and night she'd been pouting (only seen to the trained eye, meaning Felicia's) every single morning since Felicia returned to work.

The maid gasped. "B-but I can't do that! I need to repay Lady Corrin and everyone for taking care of me and allowing me to live here and giving me work and-"

Azura dug her face deeper into Felicia's pillow, "... I know, my love; this is also why I love you so. I will simply need more time to get used to this, forgive me." Her voice sounded muffled as she took in her wife's scent.

Felicia felt her cheeks warming up, which made her bite her lower lip. "I-it's okay, you don't need to apologize! I also miss you a lot every day, but..."

"Hm?" The princess lifted her eyes from the pillow, catching Felicia's embarrassed smile.

"You're just so c-cute when you're pouting, I always get to work feeling energized!" The maid said, placing both hands over her cheeks as they reddened even more.

That also set Azura off, her entire face warming up so, she had to let go of the pillow to catch her breath. "How sneaky, my sweet Felicia..." She chewed on her lower lip, enjoying how well the maid uniform fit onto her wife. She never got tired of it.

The initial cold mood nowhere to be seen, Azura started to feel her body heating up instead. Ah, why was it morning and not evening? They would be able to enjoy themselves fully otherwise...

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry... You're just so beautiful and I lose myself looking at you and..." The maid went on, sitting on the bed to give her wife a goodbye kiss.

Instead, they lost themselves on each other's gazes, their warm and red cheeks injecting impure thoughts into both of their heads. "Tomorrow IS your day off, after all, hm? I should not pout so much and look forward to it instead, yes?" Azura put one tuft of hair behind her wife's cheek, giggling mentally about how it refused to be anything less than straight and soon fell back to Felicia's cheek.

"Y-yes..." Felicia stuttered, unknowingly opening her mouth to kiss her wife, their breaths intertwining. Once their lips touched, their entire bodies once again felt that immense attraction to one another, wanting nothing more than to share each other's warmths.

Both of them closed their eyes, losing themselves as their tongues rhythmically conjoined inside their mouths. Only when Linnea cooed out of nowhere did they snap out of it, quickly pulling away from each other.

"W-whoops," Felicia placed one hand over her mouth in embarrassment, quickly getting up to check on their babies. "I-I'm off them, kids! Azura..." She said her wife's name under her breath, her cheeks still flushed.

The princess still had her fingers over her lips, surprised and pleased by their kiss. "Good-bye, my love. See you soon." She managed to say before Felicia ran out, then giggled with the memory as Linnea once again cooed, asking for attention.

Azura carefully placed Felicia's pillow back on its usual place and went for the babies' crib. Since they were still very small, they felt more at ease by sleeping side by side; they still couldn't turn on their own either.

"Ah, my babies, how wonderfully happy you both make me every single time I gaze upon you." She hummed, her heart still pounding from the deep kiss. "The fruit of our love." She caressed Shigure's cheek as he slept beside his feet-kicking sister. "Of my first love..." She then placed her hand over Linnea's stomach, making the baby calm down almost immediately.

Gazing upon their children all the while having her wife's taste so fresh over her lips threw Azura down the memory lane: She remembered their first hug, their first hand hold, their first kiss... the first time they said they loved each other. "Your Mother, see," she said softly, leaning one arm over the crib, resting her cheek over it, "is the absolute best person I could ever share these firsts of many with." She licked her lips, "and absolutely the best one to share nights of l- oh, my!" Azura quickly straightened her back, placing her index over her lips. "Hush, children, you did not hear that, hm? What am I thinking..." She chuckled, embarrassed for almost blurting out something so intimate to clueless babies.

Shigure and Linnea both smiled widely, as though seeing the most delicious food, resonating with Azura's giddy feelings. The princess chuckled to herself, to which the babies responded with more wide smiles. "Don't tell your Mother that, hm?" She winked under Linnea's loud laugh and Shigure's sudden wake. "Now, now, don't scare your brother, Linnea. Come here you both, time for breakfast." Never losing her smile, she took one baby with each arm and went to bed, intent on breastfeeding them at the same time as she usually did.

Once again she lost herself in memories, this time from the days she and Felicia shared back at the DeepRealm as they waited for their babies to grow. How wonderful were those days spent on her wife's presence only!

Chewing on her lip, she looked down to the hungry babies, remembering that tomorrow would be her wife's day off. "I can think of a few things..." She whispered to herself, closing her eyes to enjoy the memory that started flowing into her mind.

It was their wedding day. Or rather, night. They had come to terms with their feelings in front of their family and friends, and from then on would always be together.

That meant sleeping together as well.

Felicia hadn't thought that far, honestly. Well, she did, but she never thought the day itself would come; it was a fantasy, more like, and that reflected on her actions: she froze by the doorstep, not knowing which foot to use to come inside.

As she tried to use both, she tripped and fell on her face, throwing the bouquet she still held upwards. "Awawa!"

"Felicia!" Azura caught the bouquet as she helplessly watched her wife fall down, holding a snort in before quickly making her way to Felicia. "Are you alright, my love? Please don't break your nose on our first night as wives..." She crouched as Felicia sat, caressing her wife's (how nice that sounded!) face.

"F-first night..." Felicia widened her eyes, the red over her face a mix of soreness and embarrassment. "I'm- I- uh, I'm not sure- what we should do now and- I-I'm sorry, I'm not good after all, am I..." Overheating, her spinning eyes looked downwards, her heart beating so fast her entire body trembled.

"Oh, my sweet Felicia...!" Azura snorted, wrapping both arms around her wife's (she would never get tired of that!) neck, bringing her close. "If you are that nervous, of course we can take our time -- tonight we can simply talk to put your mind at eas-"

"NO!" Felicia quickly lifted her head, her face so red Azura worried she might self-combust right there and then. "Iwanttomakelovetoyou,Azura!" She said in one breath, forgetting to actually breathe. "I just don't know how to- I asked Flora and Jakob about it, but..."

Blinking with the sudden declaration of love, Azura laughed. "Y-you asked JAKOB? What would a man know of this-?"

The maid's head drooped. "Yeah, that's how he scolded me, too... He almost threw a frying pan on my face."

"Pfft, heeheehaha! My clumsy and adorable wife!" Azura tightened her embrace on her beloved, her body shaking with mirth. She'll never get tired of Felicia! Never! "We can learn together, my sweet! It IS my first time too, after all."

As though remembering how embarrassed she was, Felicia widened her eyes, looking straight into Azura's golden eyes. "R-really? I'm so happy that we're the same... "

"Oh, my sweet... So am I." She caressed her wife's cheek, closing in for a kiss.

For a moment, they felt as though their worried melted. Being inexperienced didn't matter; neither did being clumsy. Or being standoffish.

Just being with each other mattered. Touching each other, feeling one another's deep kiss rolling their tongues inside their mouths. Their skins burning under their fingers, their bodies pulsating from the prospect of being together.

Their summer dresses, so perfectly fit into their bodies, also looked very good on the floor.

Lost in one another's caresses, they rolled their eyes in pleasure as they headed to the bed, so naturally they would be surprised about it later. Felicia leaned her back on the mountain of pillows by the headboard as Azura kissed her passionately, the moonlight illuminating their bodies to one another for the first time.

"You're so beautiful..." They said in unison as their skins seemingly shone in each other's eyes. The battle scars they each held in their bodies only made them seem even more real to the touch; more theirs.

Felicia's uniform hid how... well-adorned she really was underneath, making Azura gulp, her throat suddenly dry. She wondered how the rosy and beautiful nipples would taste, and saw her hand moving before she ordered it to -- towards her wife's nude skin.

Felicia did the same: as Azura knelt in front of her, her hands shyly grabbed the princess' hips, slowly going upwards, to her modest yet shapely chest. They touched each other's bosoms, low moans of pleasure and surprise leaving their throats as their bodies inadvertently moved up and down.

Felicia noticed how strongly Azura reacted to being fondled over her right nipple, making a mental note to stimulate that area more often (and being preemptively embarrassed about it).

"Oh, my Felicia, do not blush so... You'll make me lose my composure." Azura licked her lips, lowering herself so they could once again share a kiss. She did not linger on it, however, moving her lips from her wife's mouth to chin, neck and collarbone.

Felicia squeezed her eyes shut, digging her nails on Azura's back as the princess reached her nipples. The soft and warm breathing over her sensitive area made her strangle a moan, never before thinking she would feel such pleasure in her life.

But Azura wasn't done. She took her time on each nipple, her heart thundering by her ears as once again her hand moved on its own, going towards her wife's inner thigh.

How wet she already was! It made Azura herself moan in anticipation as she ran her fingers through Felicia's inner labia, enjoying on how much the maid quivered quivered and called her name under moans.

The moment she inserted one finger into Felicia's vaginal opening, however, the maid cried out an elongated, "oh, gods...!" making Azura quickly stop on her tracks.

"F-forgive me, my love; did that hurt? I can stop-" She started, already retracting her finger.

"P-please no, don't-ahn... don't take it outt..." Felicia complained, turning her head sideways in pleasure. "I-it felt so good I kinda screamed... I'm sorry." She bit her lower lip, sucking Azura's finger in so much it made the princess huff in anticipacion.

"Don't apologize," Azura said, inserting it deeper, enjoying how Felicia closed one eye, trying to keep herself sane, "I'm not even close to done yet..." She whispered, biting her wife's plump lips, licking them before inserting her tongue into Felicia's mouth, accelerating her finger movements.

"Mhm... Azura-" Felicia pulled her wife closer, putting her left leg over Azura's right one. "N-not just me..." She pouted adorably, making AZURA close one eye in pleasure despite not being touched.

"Ah, how I love you so!" The princess bemoaned, placing her own left leg over Felicia's right one, taking her finger out of Felicia so their vulvas could touch.

The moment they felt their clits rubbing against one another, they both gasped in a pleased surprise, quickly grinding them right after. They hurriedly went up and down, their bodies so in synch they forgot to kiss, breathing in each other's warm breath.

"A-Azura...!" Felicia called over and over, squeezing her eyes in so much pleasure she was afraid she would explode!

The princess dug her nails on her wife's back, their hips movement driving her crazy. "F-felicia, ah, my sweet..." She sucked her wife's neck, unknowingly making a love bite over the pale skin.

Their minds started to fog as they felt their bodies getting hotter and hotter-- the orgasm loomed in for the both of them, making them tremble and accelerate their hips even more.

"F-fuck... I can't- anymore-ahn..." They blurted out in unison as the climax shook them at the same time, the first one out of many, many more.

"I-I love you..." Once again they were in synch, sharing a deep kiss as their insides still pulsated with pleasure, running their hands on one another's hairs.

Ready for another round, Azura rolled her eyes in pleasure as she meant to push her wife back on the pillows, but suddenly Felicia stopped the kiss. Once the princess disentangled herself from her wife's lips, she saw the look of horror in the maid's face.

"F-Felicia? What's happened?"

Gripping at Azura's hair, Felicia mouthed something before finally being able to speak. "Y-your hair... Azura, I froze your hair! Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry! Aawawa, I really can't have a single right thing happening!!" She covered her mouth with both hands in horror as an entire lock of Azura's hair finally touched the princess' back, making her feel the chill.

Azura couldn't take it.

Look at how HORRIFIED Felicia was for simply being the most adorable wife in the world!

"Pfft... heeheehaha!" Azura trembled, falling on top of her naked wife, her body shaking with mirth. "My silly, sweet Felicia! Do not worry about a silly lock of hair and kiss me!" She laughed.

"Y-you're not mad?" Felicia pressed her lips into a thin line, watching how Azura leaned on her elbows, their chests touching, and smiled.

"Whyever should I be, Felicia? You just gave me the most wonderful night of my life! Even this frozen hair is a precious memory -- of how you'll always be my adorably clumsy wife forever!"

"N-not foreverrr, I wanna be prim and proper someday..." She pouted, which prompted Azura to laugh even more. "Hey! I'm serious!"

"Of course you are, my love! And I'll support you for life! But now, I beg of you, kiss me!" She smiled brightly, cupping her wife's face before quickly stealing yet another kiss, their night far from over.

Ah, how wonderful that night had been!

Smiling, the princess reached to the very lock of hair that had been frozen that day, inadvertently holding it with her ring hand. The light shone through the pink stone, making her smile softly as she gazed upon it before placing a kiss on it. "I'll always love you as strongly as I did back then, my clumsily perfect wife." She sat back on the bed, noticing how far into the afternoon it was. "Hmm..." She smiled, looking at her children's crib.

Later that night -- way later than usual -- Felicia arrived, utterly exhausted from all the scrubbing Jakob had made her do that day. "I'm home, Azur- oh? She's not here? Muh? The crib's gone... Did I get into the right room?" The maid took a step back, checking if the key she used was really her room's. "Did Azura take the twins for a night walk? Maybe I should check- but then again, I don't know where they went... Oh, I know! I'll take a bath and prepare a snack for when she comes back! Yes!" Feeling suddenly energized, the maid hopped to the folding screen, finding the bathtub filled with warm water. "Muh...?"

Did Azura leave a bath prepared for her before leaving? Oh, gods, how much she loved her!

Felicia clutched her chest before taking off her headpiece and undoing her ponytail, ready to make use of her wife's present. As she reached for the ribbon on her back, she felt a very familiar pair of hands touching it instead, embracing her from behind.

"Awawa! Azura?!" The maid jumped on her skin, feeling HER WIFE'S bare skin touching her. "Wh-why aren't you wearing- where are-" She stumbled upon the words as she turned to her wife, gulping at the sight of the princess' nude skin.

The princess took Felicia's hand to her face, kissing it before wrapping her arms around the maid's neck, welcoming her back with a deep and passionate kiss. "I asked Corrin and Rhajat to look after the twins for tonight, and maybe tomorrow, if you're willing... to not leave this room, that is."

"A-Azura..." Felicia gulped, not noticing how she licked her lips. "Th-then should we have a quick bath and a leisure dinner and-"

"Oh, my sweet... I would much rather have dessert first." Azura smirked, biting her wife's lip before once again inserting her tongue in.

Felicia bumped on the bathtub, rolling her eyes in pleasure with her wife's kissing technique. "T-thank you for the meal, then..." She giggled, once again reaching for her back ribbon, quickly stripping before entering the tub. "You're so beautiful as always, Azura... I can never get enough of looking at you."

"I will say that right back at you, my love." Azura whispered by Felicia's cheek, gluing their nude bodies together.

How well their bodies matched! Truly, they only belonged together!

Sharing a kiss, they giggled as they adjusted themselves into the cramped tub, redying themselves to spend the next hours (and day!) lost in one another's arms.

They would never get tired of it!

#feliciazura #felicia #azura #fire emblem fates #fanfic commissions #my writings #Yuki's Commissions #A sin a day keeps the thirst at bay

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brightlotusmoon · 7 years

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TMNT and Teen Titans part 1?

I had a very, very involved dream and decided to write down as much dialogue as I could, because if I play it right it could become a new AU fic. It would have the same “Mikey is naturally spiritual with ESP” theme that runs through all my stuff, but this time there are five superheroes who are totally up for turning him into Shiny Mikey whether his brothers are ready or not. Plus, Starfire would just adore him and squish him haaah.

In my dream, The Titans were a blend of Original and Go!, since some of the Go! episodes really are funny and silly and insightful. It’s a trash fire show. But it has moments. I’m hooked on Pretty Pretty Pegasus, okay. The Night Begins To Shine is a new autistic interest by itself. This is what I could scrounge up, very free floating, no real context, but there is definitely room for world building. I’ll need title recommendations. I loved the design of 2D animated 2012 kids during the first crossover with 1987 so I pictured them like that rather than CGI, not just in Jump City but in their own New York.

TMNT Meets Teen Titans (working title)

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“Mikey is…” Leo paused. He shrugged. “Mikey is friendly. He wants to make everyone happy. It makes him happy. There’s not much else, I mean, he doesn’t have hidden layers. He’s a happy-go-lucky fun-loving optimist who uses humor to diffuse tension. What you see is what you get.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” Robin smirked, draping over the back of the couch with his coffee.

Leo glared. “Scuse me?”

“Everyone has layers,” Cyborg said. “Even the ones where you just see surface stuff. Take Beast Boy. He’s pretty much the same as Mike, right? Except he’s got a surprisingly huge amount of dark depth and intensity.”

Leo stammered, blushing. “W-well, yeah, but…that’s what I meant, like, I know Mikey gets sad, he gets depressed and dark sometimes, like everybody, but–”

“Sounds like you don’t know your youngest brother as well as you should,” Beast Boy smirked wider from the floor.

“Shut up, you little goblin…”

“Aww, is Leo pulling a me?” And Raph sauntered in with Starfire, both sweating after a training session. “Man, she’s like Master Splinter, she keeps going. Leo, you should train with her!” “Raph, they’re insisting there’s a dark side of Mikey that we never see,” Leo said in an odd, wheedling tone.

Raphael frowned. “Dark? Michelangelo? Nahh. Well…maybe. If push came to shove. Like, when I got bit by Fishface, he stayed with me and you should’ve seen how mad he got when Bebop and Rocksteady came near us, took them down like it was nothing. But that’s just ninja skill and athletics, Mikey was always the fastest and most acrobatic. Dark, though, no way. He’s too…sunny.”

“Cheerful,” came Donatello’s, voice, as he finally emerged from Cyborg’s work station, tapping away on a tablet, eyes alight. “Organically optimistic. Anger makes him feel physically sick, although he seems to store a great deal of it – did we tell you about that adventure we had going into his mind?”

“Donnie, can you look at people when you talk to them?” Leo snapped. Donnie sighed and sat on the couch and put the tablet on his lap.

Robin suddenly whirled toward the hall leading to the bedrooms. Raven walked out, Mikey gripping her hand in his and swinging them, a wild grin lighting up his face.

“You smell like incense,” Raph noted.

“We were in the astral plane!” Mikey chirped. The three brothers froze. “Raven says I’m one of the strongest spiritual minds she’s ever seen. See? Sensei was right, wasn’t he, Leo?”

“Wait, you meditated willingly?”

“You reached the astral plane by yourself?”

“You can’t be stronger than me!”

Cyborg and Robin exchanged a long, quirked glance.

Raven flushed, carefully eased her hand away, and smiled a tiny smile. “Well…yes. He’s strong. His aura is very…encompassing. Cuddly. Strong. Bright.” She looked up. “Dangerous.”

“Is not! You just said cuddly.”

“I meant that it could overwhelm, Mike. You…you hold on to things. People. You love too much. You don’t want to let go. You might not know how. Your emotions are your strength and your kindness is your weapon. Your aura was pulling my aura in like a hurricane. You wanted to connect badly and you relied on your natural charm, but you didn’t have any discipline or specific focus.” She smiled a little wider at him, as his eyes were widening and looking watery.

“Let’s put it this way. If you were like me, you could envelope an entire city in your aura and no one would even know. You could project nothing but calm and happiness and it would still be a problem because nobody would know anything else.”

“Ya mean…brainwashing?” Mike’s lower lip trembled.

“In less harsh words, sort of. Look.” She took his hands and faced him. “Remember what we talked about once I pulled us back out in there? I’m willing to teach you how to manifest and control these abilities, but that means delving deep into your soul and unlocking all the parts we need.”

“What unlocked parts?” Raph asked. “Mikey’s an open book!” Leo nodded emphatically.

They didn’t notice the very hurt look Mikey shot him. The Titans and Donnie did.

“Mikey,” Don said carefully, “I know you hide everything behind the jokes and the pranks and being loud. After Sensei’s death, your cheerfulness was almost out of hand.” Mikey flinched so hard that Raven tightened her grip. “But you know you can tell us anything. You can tell me anything.”

“But I can’t!” Mike exploded, and his brothers winced in shock. “You expected me to be the goof, so I’m the goof, so I don’t even bother to show you when it hurts!”

“Uhhh…” Beast Boy stood up slowly. “Maybe this should be a private family thing.”

“No,” and Robin folded his arms. “If we’re all going to work as a team to protect both our worlds and our cities, we’re going to get all of this out in the open. Especially as Raven just revealed some incredibly useful and powerful information.”

“Not just that,” Raven said, “What about that time he got electrokinetic abilities after being shredded out of existence? He could still have them, even after nearly a year.”

“When did you tell her about…never mind.” Don bit his lip. “Look, Agent Bishop’s dampener cannon took those powers away because they were overloading him and they were going to burn him out.”

“You sure he was telling the whole truth?” Cyborg asked. “Electrokinesis can be controlled easily enough. Besides, that cannon might not have gotten all the ability, there could be just enough of a spark deep in his central nervous nervous system to ignite and bring at least a portion back. Not enough to be nearly as strong as he was back then, but–”

“COOL,” Mikey cut in, eyes the size of dinner plates.

“Well, Bishop is kind of a lying liar who lies,” Raphael grumbled.

“If I supplied Raven’s powers with an electromagnetic charge,” Cyborg mused, “I bet she could find the part of his brain that still holds the memory of that power and tweak it until it released the ability to call back that specific electrical power…”

“Yes please!” Michelangelo squeaked, bouncing so hard he moved from Raven to Cyborg in a blink, arms wrapped around the metal waist, eyes shining and puppy-begging.

“Plus,” Raven added, “I sensed a strong potential for extrasensory perception, which would make sense, since he’s connected to Dimension X via the mutagen’s affects on his particular brain pattern and wiring.”

“Are we sure it’s a good idea, rooting around in Mikey’s brain?” Leo asked. “It could hurt his brain.”

“Who would know the difference?” Don said automatically, old sibling teasing snapping into place. Every head turned to him. So, their brand of sibling humor was not going to fly here.

“It…it was a joke,” he murmured.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey’s wide, lamp-like eyes full of tears. Mike whispered to Cyborg, who ground his teeth and looked ready to punch the other three turtles in the mouths.

Starfire rose higher into the air, eyes glowing. “Am I hearing this correctly? Are you all so accustomed to mocking Michelangelo’s preferred forms of intelligence, expression, input, sensory process, that you would naturally assume he is utterly incapable of being the great warrior he clearly is inside? Has this been happening all your life together?”

Michelangelo shifted, throat clearing. “When…when Sensei gave us our weapons when we were really little, he gave me my nunchucks because he thought they were perfect for me but he never explained why, or who I was, like with the others. So I made them perfect for me. I don’t think anyone ever believed in me. So I pushed all the sadness down until it got buried.”

There was a slight silence.

Starfire erupted in rage, and in a flash, she had grabbed Mikey and was hovering, cradling him like a child, energy flashing and hissing around her. “This is unacceptable! None of you are allowed to speak poorly of him! He is now under my protection as Princess of Tamaran! Shame on you!”

Mikey just stared at her, mouth open.

“From this point onward, Raven and I will take Michelangelo under the wing, and his natural abilities will be allowed to flourish. If any of you say anything mocking his brain, I will threaten to force feed you zorka berries until you choke!”

Leo, Raph, and Don had shrunk back, while Raven and Cyborg were holding back laughter.

“Well,” Raven smiled, “this will be fun.”

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ART SCHOOL | Q&A w/ THEO ELLSWORTH (Missoula, MT)

From DIY comics, art zines, animations, drawings to hand drawn woodcuts, artist Theo Ellsworth has doodled his way from childhood and high school to galleries and museums all over the world. One look at his body of works, you’ll find yourself drawn into a detailed, imaginative, stream-of-consciousness narrative realm, where strange creatures, surreal beings, and dreamy landscapes flow and blend into one another, with no beginning or end. Not only one thing, Theo also is the house artist for the London based electronic record label, Astral Industries, creating art for bands like Flying Lotus, Ramona Falls, and Algecow. Learn more about Theo Ellsworth’s art and what his early artistic influences are, what materials he loves to work with, and what he has coming for the rest of 2017.

Photographs courtesy of the artist

Introduce yourself? Hello, I'm Theo Ellsworth. I draw a lot. Pretty much whenever I can. I live in Missoula, Montana.

My drawings take many forms: I make hand drawn woodcut art for galleries and museums, I also make comics and art zines. Sometimes I do large scale drawings on walls. I do illustration work of all kinds. I'm the house artist for the London based electronic record label, Astral Industries. I've also made album art for Flying Lotus, Ramona Falls, Skeleton Farm, and Algecow. I've been dabbling in animation and I'm currently excited to be learning woodblock printing. My work's been featured in Best American Comics, Cicada Magazine, The Treasury of Mini Comics, Smoke Signal, The Graphic Canon, and the upcoming book, America 2020.

When did you first get into drawing? Was it a hobby turned career or something you knew from the start? I've loved drawing since I was a kid, but it was in high school that it really became an essential part of me. I started out just doodling a lot with straight sharpie on whatever piece of paper I had on hand. Something about just letting my hand run free to follow whatever shapes it wanted to make, really helped me relax my brain in this weird new way. It was never an absent minded kind of thing. It never felt I was spacing out. It felt more like the act of drawing helped me carve out a personal thinking space where I could concentrate and function more naturally. I got sent to the principal's office for drawing in class all the time in high school and I used to get bad grades in my high school art classes for not following the assignments correctly. Now, I feel lucky to be making a living making art. If I don't draw regularly, I get grumpy and hard to be around. Something about making art seems to keep me feeling intact and able to face the world.

Who were some of your early artistic influences? Reading comics and children’s books as a kid really had an impact on me. I always knew I wanted to make narrative work with my art. When I discovered the world of self publishing, zines, and mini comics at the Small Press Expo in San Francisco back in 2003, I realised that I could do it all myself. The first zine I ever printed was a series of drawings on receipts. I started a photocopied comics series called Capacity, which was eventually collected into a 335 page book published by the Brooklyn based small press, Secret Acres. My newest published book is a 128 page, wordless psychedelic horror comic called An Exorcism, published by the excellent Latvian small press, Kus Komikss.

What mediums do you love to work with? What are your essential art tools? I’ll use any kind of pen, but my favorite is the Rapidograph, which is a technical pen that can be refilled with india ink. I also love just drawing with cheap ballpoint pens. I love to draw on folded paper. I like the idea of drawing on a sequence of pages as opposed to drawing on a single sheet of paper. The act of drawing becomes more of a thought process; a series of drawings that travel somewhere, as opposed to a single static image. Some of my folded paper notebooks have been reproduced as art zines, such as Logic Storm, Antidote, and Relax, We Have Alien Vehicles. These zines are probably fairly cryptic objects to any viewer expecting a narrative, but working on each one helped me navigate the time period they were drawn in. I carried them around with me and worked on each one a little at a time, until they were filled. I Like having an ongoing work like this in motion that I can take my time with and slowly build on. I like to draw on a folded paper size that can be easily reproduced on a photocopier and potentially made into an art zine and I draw on both sides of every page, so the zine is an exact reproduction of my notebook. Sometimes I only make a few copies or none at all of any given piece, but keeping that format keeps me locked into a sequence of pages that I have to work my way through.

Do you keep a sketchbook or work your ideas as you go along? What type of sketchbook do you keep – disorganized chaos or neat and clean? Besides my folded paper drawing notebooks I keep, I don’t really keep a sketchbook. I don’t really do preliminary sketches of ideas for the most part. I always have this impulse to make everything a finished drawing.

What was the first show you ever exhibited in? What was your last show? My very first show was at a coffee shop called Butterfly Herbs in Missoula, MT. By most recent show was at Giant Robot in LA.

Where did you learn your knowledge of art or making art? Art School or Self taught. For the most part, I'm self taught, though I'm currently learning woodblock printing from an incredibly print maker named David Miles Lusk and I've been learning a lot of great animation tips from my friend Stefan Gruber, who's a genius animator.

Describe your artistic process for us. It’s all pretty stream of conscious. It might be easiest to describe my process with my woodcuts. I started making the woodcut art, originally because I got tired of framing work for shows and wanted by gallery work to be something that felt really different from my illustration work. I got a scroll saw and started cutting out shapes in hard-wood plywood, drawing on them, then coating them in varnish. I’ll go into my little woodshop in my garage and draw out as many shapes as possible on a big piece of plywood and cut out a whole pile of them, so I have a nice stack to work on. I never completely know what they’re going to look like until I’m working on. They just start out as these vague person, animal, or house shapes,and it’s a true joy to sit with each one and discover the details. I do a yearly solo show of my woodcut pieces at Giant Robot in Los Angeles that I usually make at least 75 new pieces for. I had a show there this past June. Right now I have 3 pieces in a group show at Grumpy Bert in Brooklyn, NY and 9 new pieces are about to go to a show at Radius Gallery in Missoula, MT.

What makes you smile when viewing art? What is it you’re looking at – composition, color, line? I'm inspired by all kinds of work. I love outsider art and folk art. I love weird art comics, but I also still have a huge love for 60s, 70s, and 80s superhero comics. I love ancient art and textures and patterns in nature. Any art that really feels like it was made from an inner artistic impulse usually ends up getting me excited and inspired. I love art that feels a bit crude or awkward but full of feeling and personal expression. That kind of art does way more for me than something super polished and calculated. I love children's art and I collaborate with my 2 young kids whenever I can.

What’s a common misconception about artists? I don’t think many people really understand the focus and effort that goes into a single work of art. I love having a studio that I can ride my bike to, close the door and have periods of time where I'm totally immersed with no distractions. I also like sitting up after everyone in my family has gone to bed and working on my zines or woodcuts. I get significantly less sleep than everyone else in my family, but making use of that quiet time is so essential. The most valuable thing to me about making art is simply the experience of focus and concentration; the satisfaction of putting care into something. The journey of following a vague impulse until something tangible and often unexpected has come into existence. It sort of feels like developing a photograph of something from my subconscious, like I'm actively engaging with something mysterious and beyond my understanding.

Do you have a favorite artist(s) that does a completely different medium than yourself? Oh yeah! I have a huge love for art environments. One of my favorites is Le Palais Ideal in France, made by Ferdinand Cheval. He was a Postman in the late 1800s who built a complex and beautiful homemade structure on his land. He had no prior experience with architecture. He simply followed this mysterious artistic impulse and made something startling and unique. There’s nothing else like it.

What are your favorite Vans? I like it when people draw on them and add personal touches.

How are you not just ONE thing? Everything I do feels like it’s part of the same world and comes from that same initial creative impulse, but I definitely need that variety of approaches and focuses. It keeps me inspired and seeing things from new and different angles..

What’s on the horizon for the rest of 2017? Right now, I'm working on a new series of folded paper notebooks called Thrill Mouth. It's more of a pure comic book, inner-space explorer adventure series drawn in ball point pen. I printed some copies of the first issue a few weeks back. Some of the copies have hand drawn glitter gel pen details on the covers. I usually can't stop myself from getting labor intensive and ridiculous with anything I make. I've been making zines and mini comics for about 15 years. It actually was relief when a publisher first contacted me, wanting to put out a book, and I love working with the publishers I've been lucky enough to work with so far, but making these little self published art booklets is an important personal practice and I always try to have one in the works. I’m also working on a graphic Novel with author Jeff VanderMeer.

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