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fluffykiddosstuff · 8 months ago

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what is loves ? (nines x gn! reader part2)

Okay so in this story Connor and Gavin are a couple :3

L/n : last name

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Nines pov :

As I sent the message to Connor, I waited a bit before getting a response

C : what do you mean?

N : it's for the case, maybe it was something love related so I need to gather more information, detective l/n left so I can't ask them.

It was half true actually, but Connor didn't needed to know what happened with his software earlier.

C : can't you research it?

N : I did but the definition is incomplete and doesn't help, why would humans have butterflies in the stomach? Can androids get them too?

C : it's an analogy - anyway, in some cases, love can make an another person do crazy things like kidnapping their lover so they can only see them, killing an "opponent" to keep them or even killing the loved one if they can't have them, do you understand?

N : yes I think so.. It's unpredictable like deviants right? But why people like love so much if it hurts?

C : well.. Nothing is all black or white in a relationship, it's more Grey, and sometimes it gets darker or lighter, for example, when hank found out I was dating Gavin, he got absolutely crazy and pursued him in all of the office, hank and I have a "father and son" relationship, he thought he meant well but ended up hurting my feelings, so he apologized and accepted Gavin, well sort off.

N : I think I understand better now, thank you

C : no problem, good night

Many days passed since this night but the "feelings" Nines was experiencing, we're getting bigger and bigger every time something happens between both of you. Even if it was something very little. On the good way, you all almost got the case clear, you all just needed to go to the suspects house and interrogate them, easy right?

Nines knocked on the door, Connor was on his left while you and Gavin were behind them, hank being at the station for something else and would come later.

"anybody home!?" screamed the Rk900, at first nothing, but you all heard shuffling inside, Gavin drew his pistol out and so did you, the androids broke the door and you all started to search the house after your suspect.

You got downstairs when Gavin searched at the kitchen, nines got into the rooms and Connor made sure the suspect couldn't get away, there was a 50/50 chance that the suspect would be armed, but oh nines was wrong to let you go down there alone. The three of them heard a loud scream and shuffling coming from the basement, the upgraded android was faster to get down and reach to you, there was no much light but with his advanced optics, he could see many pictures on a board, some crossed with a red X or a big circle also in red, all of them being android-human couples. The next one was a picture of you and him, going out in the park and talking about some personal stuff, when did that happened? Why didn't he noticed him take a picture?

But that wasn't the more alarming thing, he had you under his gun, yours being far away behind, he scanned you and saw you had a broken arm, due to fighting against this monster. His fists clenched and he lowly cursed.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR I'LL SHOOT THEM!"

Nines searched all the possibilities, you had a chance of survival of 20%, he had to save you. He couldn't lose you.

He contacted Connor to tell him to stay upstairs and call backups, as much as he despised this man, he tried to talk with him to gain more time.

"why do you do this, killing these couples?"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUISNESS GOD DAMN MACHINE!"

Chance of survival : 10% ⬇️

"we aren't even a couple, juste coworkers, if you hate so much androids I'm the one you should kill not them."

"Nines no-"

Chance of survival 30% ⬆️

"yeah you are right, androids always fucks up everything! I had a wife, and kids! This bitch cheated on me with him! Heck even my kids doesn't speak to me anymore saying he is a better dad than I am!"

"I-I understand your hatred towards us but why do you kill the humans too? Don't you want to protect your own r-race?" you managed to say, even if it was hard to breathe with his arm around your throat.

"I-I guess I wanted to get rid of the people who thought they were alive, so no one would think like them anymore and see they were only machines.. Only big ass roombas doing the chores!"

Chance of surviving 50% ⬆️

you started to cry, having the man's arm under your throat and all the stress was making you crazy, you looked at nines with pleading eyes.

"i'll take their place as the hostage, let them go"

the man grinned and looked at nines

" oh no they are more valuable than you, you can get easily replaced right ? they can't"

that's when a sound was heard behind the man's head, a pistol where you take the safety off, there was hank, he appeard through the big window in the basement and stood behind the threat.

"hands where i can see them, no sudden moves"

hank got upstairs with him so the other officers could take care of him. you dropped on your knees, crying, the rk900 came closer and stroked your cheeks, taking the tears away.

" are you alright ? no other injuries ?"

"no i'm okay..thank you nines, you saved me.."

the android's LED spinned yellow and red at your words, why did you thanked him, it's hank who saved you after all.

"i didn't do anything i-"

"no that's not true, you are the one who runned when i screamed, who gained more time and contacted the others, if you weren't there, i would either be dead or a threat to the others, so thank you for that"

you took his hands in yours, he then did the thing you didn't know he could do, he hugged you, tightly but not too tight to cause any discomfort to your broken arm. tears of joy started to make their way on your cheeks and you hugged back.

"why did you wanted to sacrifice yourself nines ? i want to know.." you looked at him in concern

"because..you are the most amazing human i know, i can't take it when you are hurt, and i can be easily replaced after all"

"no don't say that i..i don't want an another rk900 sent here i...i just want you"

you stroked his cheek and started to get closer, nines came closer and kissed you on the lips tenderly. you separated and connected your foreheads together.

"you broke protocol didn't you ?"

"yes, only for you"

that's when the basement opened to a worried connor who smiled when he saw both of you in each others arms, the funny part was when gavin poked his head to see what was going on and screamed at the top of his lungs :

"ARE YOU GUYS GONNA COMME OUTTA HERE OR FUCK ALREADY !?"

you both laughed as you got upstairs, nines putted you in the ambulance and waved as you got away to get taken care of, he turned to a smiling connor holding his boyfriend hand, who was muttering god knows what and was red as a tomato.

"i wish you to be happy nines"

both of the rk units smiled and the predecessor got in a car to go back to the dpd, making reports with his partner, the rk900 looked at his hands then at the sky, smiling

many adventures awaits both of you, hopefully for the best

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sav1ored · 7 months ago

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CONTINUE FROM [ x ] @twiicetheheart

AS THE VAMPIRE LORD SETS HIS GAZE upon the young woman before him, he cannot help but be taken aback by the beauty that she possesses. Her face is a vision of purity, and her voice is just as lovely as her appearance. It's a CRUEL TWIST of fate that such a perfect human should be everything that his kind is against. Despite this, he finds HIMSELF UNABLE TO RESIST the desire to keep her for himself. He can feel the power of his fangs pulsing through his veins, and the thought of claiming what should rightfully belong to him is almost too much to bear. A light chuckle escapes him, baring his sharp teeth for all to see. THE SIGHT OF THOSE COWERING behind her, trembling with fear and refusing to meet his eyes, only serves to amuse him.

The Vampire Lord steps closer to the blonde beauty, towering over her and making himself comfortable in her personal space. He can hear her heart beating fast, and he knows that she is afraid, but he cannot help but be DRAWN TO HER. He entwines his hands behind his back, relishing the power he holds over her. As he looks into her eyes, he can see the fear and uncertainty that lies within. He knows he could take her without a second thought, but for now, he is content to simply revel in his power over her. Negan is a force to be reckoned with, and at this moment, he knows that he is in COMPLETE CONTROL.

He can hear the BEATING OF HER HEART and it's like MUSIC to his ears. Though it beats rapidly, as if it might burst from her chest at any moment, he admires her bravery. She is the only one who refuses to hide from him, standing out in a way he has never seen before. Centuries upon centuries... not one of them dared to confront him. Even the men who claim to be the protectors of this community shiver in terror. LAUGHABLE really.

Negan leaned his head closer to her, eyeing her carefully as he slowly moved without so much of a rush. HER SCENT overtakes him, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks in a hushed tone. " You're the only one not hidin' from me darlin'... what's that tell you, hm ? Look at your people behind you as they hide as if that could protect them from my wrath. None even come to join you, to stand with you... tsk, a shame how easily they'll sacrifice their own kind for their safety. "

Humans aren't threats. No, they are just dinner to his monsters or playthings for when they are bored. But this one ? Oh--- he can't quite put his finger on this one, but he's enjoying her a little too much. THE KING OF DARKNESS catches a whiff of her, breathing her in and letting out a sigh. He stands up straight before her once more, not once does he break eye contact with her, nor does he want to as she is far too interesting.

REACHING TO TUCK A BLONDE CURL BEHIND HER EAR, letting sharp nails scrap gently against the softness of her skin, taking in her features, the beauty that she holds is unlike any other---- oh, this is going to be fun. Eyes flickering towards the crowd watching them. Negan clears his throat, and snaps his finger twice--- which should be enough to hold their attention. " Listen up motherfuckers since I'm feeling quite generous today... I ain't gonna kill any of yeh' !---- in fact, I might even change our lil' agreement... I won't kill any of you... ever... again.. " He hears a collection of sobs let out, some of the folks clinging to each other, muttering a ' thank god ' ---- he scoffs, thank god ? What did GOD have to do with any of this ? He continues on, getting to the good part. " -- ONLY IF this pretty thing agrees to come back with me. "

#twiicetheheart #💥「 ✦ Interactions ✦ 」 Long Threads #💥「 ✦ Interactions ✦ 」 Au Verse

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dangermousie · 2 years ago

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This scene is unreal. Because the world keeps saying he’s unfeeling, he’s a monster, he does not react properly blah blah but that is all absolutely insane - he betrays nobody who trusts him and means him well, he wants to be loved, he wants to understand (so much of this conversation is his trying to understand and even find some excuse) but all he gets in return is knives in the back from people who justify it to themselves by “he’s a freak” or “I have a good goal” or whatever, when all that is, is a self-serving excuse to justify being horrific traitors.

And yet again, the world in person of this witch, is drilling into his head that love is a weakness, that it’s bad, that he should avoid it. How can anyone stay functional under all this onslaught?

This is horrifying, some sort of equivalent of “I adopted a kid but once I had a bio one, that kid clearly became second class” WTFFFFFFF like you are a simulacrum, a substitute, a fake, only OK if there is better alternative, to be discarded the moment there is. Just once, he needs someone to choose HIM.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! Have the decency to feel sorry you betrayed someone, not go “of course this was right, because he’s an introvert.” That isn’t even conditional love, this is just insanity.

And the way she drives the nails in, by trying to make him think this is the default, he’s a monster nobody would choose. God, I hope you roast in hell, hag.

His face. My God!

He keeps trying to salvage something but how can there be anything, all these “normal” humans have smug wastelands for hearts.

OK, once again, this is such a self-serving excuse. Oh, I know you made the other nanny mad. Yes, by switching the drugged bowls the nanny was going to feed him. Was he supposed to let her kill him like a good boy? And the nerve of saying “we raised you but if you betrayed us you treat us as strangers.” What is he supposed to do, turn his back so you can stab it easier? WTF! When a near person betrays you, it’a a WORSE betrayal!

The thing that gets me is fine, she chose her daughter, OK. But the lack of decency of showing any remorse, of doing it with regret is so utterly lacking, it’s more all she wants is to justify to the victim why she chose him to be killed. It’s like she wants him to go “Oh, OK, I get it, you are right to betray me to torture and death, fair.” INSANE!!!

This must feel like trying to reason with a lunatic, poor Tantai Jin!

It’s worse than anyone else’s, lady. WTF!

And once again, for the umpteeth time, feelings = vulnerability and death is being hammered into him. (Side note - is he unfeeling or is he someone whose feelings you exploited, lady, make up your mind!)

His refusal to admit his feelings! Between being told he can have none and being told that feelings are mortal weakness, no wonder he fights it tooth and nail. This man needs so much therapy!

SHUT UP LADY!

This is like the kiss in the Godfather. But also, lady, this was your last chance (and the fact that he was looking for that last sliver of hope, for a reason to not kill her already makes him more humane than 99% of these characters.)

When she tenderly takes his face and calls him “my child” to gently say THAT. Breathtaking cruelty in action.

Look at the way his face changes, give him all the awards!

Thank you! Goodbye lady!

#cdrama #luo yunxi #till the end of the moon

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queer-irritator · 2 years ago

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A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 4

Content Warnings: Violence and adult language

Word Count: 1,205

Chapter 3, Chapter 5

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Kratos had spent the entire night cleaning and sharpening his weapons, it was something to keep his mind distracted. Mimir hadn’t dared attempted to pry more information from him, so the night was silent, besides the soft snores from his son and their new… friend?

Kratos’ thoughts were cut short as he heard a large crash outside the house. He gripped his axe and walked towards the door.

The crash had awoken Atreus and (y/n) as well. Atreus grabbed his bow and jumped out of bed, approaching his father. (Y/n) sat up quickly in bed, watching Kratos and Atreus.

“What was that?” Atreus questioned.

“I do not know.” His father replied.

Loud stomping could be heard not far from the house, Kratos was going through every person, that was still alive, who might come to his home to kill him.

(Y/n) got up from the warm confines of the bed, they scanned the room for any sort of weapon to grab, but there were none.

Kratos could not let his past mistakes hurt his family. Not again.

“I am going to check.” He turned to look Atreus’ in the eyes, “Stay. Here.”

Atreus nodded, but in reality, if he heard any sort of commotion he would not be staying inside. As Kratos opened the door and stepped outside, (y/n) rushed over to Mimir.

“Are there any weapons I could use around here?” They asked frantically.

“Unfortunately, Kratos isn’t a fan of holding onto extra weapons.” Mimir replied, “But he can handle things, don’t worry.”

(Y/n) sighed in defeat and approached Atreus’ side, if anything they could be a human shield for him. Dying hurts, but they would come back. Atreus wouldn’t.

Kratos breathed out a sigh of relief as he saw a fire troll tearing up some trees. It wasn’t good news, but a lot better than finding another god with a vendetta against him.

“Atreus,” he called, “Come here.”

Atreus ran out the door, almost bumping into his father.

“Oh…” he stated, catching site of the troll, “That’s not good.”

(Y/n) followed closely behind the boy. A troll this close to the house meant something was desperately wrong with the protection ward.

“I could help.” (Y/n) said, looking to Kratos.

“No.” His reply was short, and final.

“Why?” (y/n) protested.

Atreus glanced to (y/n), no one who had just met his father had ever went against what he had said, unless they were looking to get killed.

“Now is not the time for questions.” Kratos stated as he began to approach the troll, who had made quite a mess of their front yard.

“Here.” Atreus had handed you his bow and quiver strap.

“Are you sure?” (y/n) questioned him.

“Yeah, I have… other weapons.” He assured.

“Okay.” (Y/n) smiled, threw on the quiver strap and began to approach the troll with Kratos, Atreus following close behind.

“Ready?” Kratos questioned, raising his axe, preparing to throw it at the troll’s head.

“Yes.” Both (y/n) and Atreus replied in unison.

Kratos let out a growl of annoyance, but it was too late to protest. The troll had just noticed them, and it was getting ready to hurl a rock towards the trio. Atreus transformed into a bear and charged towards the troll, latching onto its leg. The troll roared from pain, throwing the rock to the side. With the troll’s neck exposed, (y/n) fired multiple arrows into the troll, allowing Kratos to run up to it and slash into its flesh.

After only 10 minutes of great teamwork, Kratos had hooked his axe into the side of the troll’s mouth and brought it down, giving it one final hack before the monster’s eyes rolled to the back of its head.

(Reader’s POV)

You had the easy part, you kept your distance and sunk arrow after arrow into the monster while Kratos and Atreus - who can turn into a fucking bear?? – were up close and personal with the beast. You walked over to Atreus, who was back to a human, and handed him his bow and quiver.

“Thank you, and holy shit! You’re a bear?” You questioned Atreus.

You could see a light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he took back his weapon, “Thanks, and yeah… I can sort of shape shift into different animals.” He clarified.

You had never heard of something so… incredible, “That’s fucking awesome.” You said in awe.

The boy’s cheeks had continued to redden as he mumbled another ‘Thanks’ and headed into the cabin. He clearly wasn’t used to getting compliments.

“I told you no.” The increasingly familiar voice that belonged to Kratos stated, coming from right behind you. You turned around and looked up at the man. You didn’t think he could look any more beautiful than last night, but here he was. Standing in the morning light that shone on his almost glowing amber eyes, and you could see a sprinkle of gray hairs in his beard. Not to mention his body, you definitely took some peeks at him during the fight.

“I couldn’t just watch and do nothing.” You began to explain, “If it was anything other than something that was putting yourself and Atreus in danger, I would have stayed out of it. I just can’t idly watch two people I care about throw themselves in the face of danger and do nothing to help.”

“Mmh.” Kratos grunted, but it was different than the other grunts he had given you, almost like he understood. He just stood there, towering over you and staring into your soul, you felt frozen. “We need to climb the mountain.” He stated, like it was the most normal thing to say.

“Okay…?” You replied, you weren’t about to start questioning him when you were already on thin ice. “I’ll get dressed.” You were still in under shirt and pants and shoeless, and your feet were starting to turn blue from the snow. You turned on your heel and headed into the cabin. You could still feel Kratos’ eyes burning holes into the back of your skull until you were out of sight.

“Aye, glad to see you made it in one piece!” Mimir greeted you. You smiled at him, just hearing his voice and his sarcasm puts you at ease.

“For now.” You joked as put on your outerwear and shoes. “Atreus, your Dad said we need to climb the mountain, do you know what that means?” you questioned the teenager that was trying to eat a chunk of bread while putting on his shoes.

“Mmph-“ Atreus started, but he held up a finger, telling you to wait a second. He quickly finished chewing his food, “We have a protection stave around the house, it must be in bad shape for a troll to have gotten through. It’s easiest to see what needs work at a vantage point.” He explained, getting up and grabbing some more food to bring along for the journey.

You nodded in reply, “I see.” You stood up, ready to follow the boys on their excursion.

“Follow me!” Atreus instructed you as he grabbed Mimir’s head off the table and ran out of the cabin.

“Right behind you!” You followed Atreus out of his quaint home.

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A/N: Hello! If you feel like it, I’d really like some feedback about how you’re liking or disliking the story! Thank you!

#gow #gowr #god of war #god of war ragnorak #kratos #kratos x reader #atreus #mimir #kratos x gn reader

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crusnikroxas · 2 years ago

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HIIII!!! Another ask bc I read Cadaverous, and omg I have many thoughts! This is gonna be a long one strap in my friend

I said in a comment I truly wonder about her father, like I swear *he's* the reason she isn't human, but I'm probably wrong! As well, I wonder if her mother knew when she was born. I have a lot of feelings Abt her mom and none of them are good lmao

But ! I'm quite intrigued, because you put Toriel In your story! A lot of HorrorTale fics don't use her, they say Frisk killed her! I was happily surprised!! (Also I don't read many HorrorTale readers bc... They always do noncon and that's an ick for me but anyway)

I also find it rlly funny how Sans is *also* not gonna talk Abt the whole soulmate thing. I rlly wonder what Papyrus would say... And also I am gonna cry, bc in DEISY papyrus called MC sister, and I can rlly see that *hurting* mc here real bad, I wonder how , if at all, that's gonna work. Especially since MC has more of a protective streak with siblings. (Mood)

I'm really excited to see how you do Grillby's, and other monsters! And I'm still just very excited to see how MC reacts more to genuinely kind people. Because I think, no matter what, Papyrus is kind and especially to someone important to his brother! And like it or not, Mc is important to them. I wonder if she's gonna still destroy humanity and start another war that destroyed the world already. Or if, without their food, theyrw still gonna send people down the hole. Instead, they may just eat them. Really, don't know what they thought would happen by hurting their literal food source . Should have just tried to keep MC happy, really. Kiss her ass! Or yk. They coulda not been absolute shitlords and instead been kind human beings- but then it wouldn't be a story!

I'll probably message more as I gain more thoughts and reread, but GOD every story you write always makes me want to know more! You have a great way of making us question what really went on in their backstory. I always wanna know more!

Thank you as always for writing, it's a pleasure to read it every time! Thank you!

Aaaaaaaaa >////< Thank you so much!! Honestly, I means so much to me when people like my writing, I'm so happy 😊♥️♥️♥️

And on to the questions! Or thoughts 🤣

Hmmm.....all I can say is it's very interesting that you suspect y/n's father may be the cause of all of this 😌 And as for her mother - yup, she's she's horrible person, completely irredeemable 😂😅 But y/n was born naturally, and before her sister, making her the elder sister! Nothing weird there.

Oh really??? I didn't know that! Every Horrortale fic I've read does have Toriel there - even if she's o lying mentioned briefly. Basically, I have more plans for her in the story, ehehehe. >:3

Sans and y/n already have something in common, yaaay! 😂 Sans is....well, a lot more complicated as a character than he first appears (and yes, he's already a complicated dude 🤣) - but we'll unravel more of that later on.

Ahhhhh, my poor Papyrus 😭 He's been through a lot (well, they all have), so he's got a lot of hurdles to jump. The sibling thing may or may not feature 😉

Aaaaaa, I'm so excited about introducing Grillby and everyone else! Let's just say that they're going to be, we'll....pretty damn important lore wise, at least in terms to why y/n is the way she is.... >:3

Nah, you're good, the people on the surface really are shitlords 😂 Well, not all of them, but that's another story 😉 But yes, they made a massive error....or, at least, Michael did. But then, he's also a completely unhinged dude, so he wasn't really thinking about anyone but himself. Things will be changing up there....that's all I can say. 🙃

But again, thank you so much - and thank you so much for reading! 🥺♥️♥️♥️ And thank you for the asks - I really love receiving them, ehehehhe 😊

#Cadarverous #fanfiction #fanfic #undertale au #eeeeeee!#There's so much more to come >:D

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citrusreadstoa · 2 years ago

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Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 27 (SPOILERS)

Alrighty, I'm back from the holiday season! It went fantabulously, thank you so much for asking.

"when a bronze dragon smashes into them." *chanting* FESTUS! FESTUS! FESTUS!

"If you ask me, she's just jealous of their beautiful faces. BOOM!" Another good insult lost to the BOOM... Do you think Apollo would get smote if he insulted the gods? Do you think he's more or less likely to be smote than the average demigod (I say average because we know no one can top Percy's eagerness to piss off the Olympians)?

"Hello, we are your friends. You're going to die. Come with us." Oh, no. Twenty bucks the Hunters will at some point try to recruit Meg. She's exactly the right age and has exactly the right amount of murderous zeal. She probably wouldn't join, but the thought of Apollo having to work for one of his sister's immortal Moon cultists is funny.

"with choppy black hair" THA-LI-A!

"Lityerses, get out there!" "Sire... you were about to relieve me of duty. By killing me?" LMAO the ultimate entitlement.

"Something inside me, no doubt a character flaw, made me feel pity for the wounded Cornhusker." Something doesn't align with your traditional godly morals? Gotta be a character flaw. Honestly, I'm surprised he admitted he had a flaw at all instead of just blaming it on the mortal body.

"What's up, Lesteropoulos?" Apollo had a choice between telling Leo his mortal name and keeping it to himself, letting them continue to refer to him as Apollo. Clearly, he made the wrong decision.

"Can't I just let Festus stomp him?" Valid point, but have you considered: I am a sucker for a redemption arc. "Commodus betraying this swordsman made me almost as angry as . . . Zeus abandoning me in the mortal world for the third time." On that level? That's quite a leap.

"Thalia Grace climbed up behind me on the elephant--which fulfilled a daydream" Very specific daydream. Also, didn't Thalia renounce her last name? Thus, she wouldn't be Thalia Grace anymore, just Thalia. It was mentioned at the start of The Titan's Curse, I think, and definitely reiterated at the start of The Lost Hero when Jason asks what Thalia's last name is and Annabeth says she doesn't use it anymore but says that it used to be Grace, and that's what jogs his memory to recall his own last name. In short, everyone calling her Thalia Grace has been stomping all over her wishes. Thalia is not Thalia Grace -- she's just Thalia.

"Iphigenia, get the rest of the Hunters out of here." IPHIGENIA! I know I'm talking too much through this, but Iphigenia was the daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra and when the Greek armies going to Troy could not proceed because Agamemnon had killed one of Artemis's sacred stags (like the dickhead he is), Artemis demanded her as a sacrifice. Agamemnon agreed to kill his own daughter so the armies could proceed to Troy and sacrificed her. In some versions, she just dies. In other versions, they all think she died but she was whisked away by Artemis to who-knows-where. I guess PJO Iphigenia was taken to join the Hunters! This little nod brings me so much joy.

"I'd forgotten how wonderful sunlight felt!" You... really? Ha... really?

"I drank, and my vision cleared immediately." I was going to say, I guess we have our answer to whether Apollo can still have nectar and ambrosia, but the elephant also drank it. "It's moonwater." Ah? So Apollo doesn't know about it. Is it supposed to be a secret and they've just had a serious info leak by Thalia telling it to Apollo? Or is this fine?

"Zeus has forbidden her from seeing you." Bitch (Zeus). "She's not even supposed to give us orders to help you." This was expected, actually. Of course he would forbid Artemis from helping her brother and from directing her cultists to do the same. Still, gods get around rules like this all the time. She must show up at some point. Then again, I just looked up her character art and SHE HAS NONE. So...

"We've been searching for a particular monster for months now" And every time they say that, the monster in question shows up within the book. Tell me it's not Sssssarah.

"Britomartis . . . urging them to come here . . . let's-pretend-that-never-happened." Oh, so Britomartis is good for something other than trapping sofa cushions and looking pretty.

"I was younger then" You have been frozen in time since then, but it's true mentally you've still matured. "I'd just spent several years as a pine tree." You specifically said you hardly felt those years go by. "My vision and reasoning were impaired from sap damage." That is hands-down the stupidest excuse I've heard come out of her mouth.

"he launches a reprisal." REPRISAL (n.): an act of retaliation

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thegeminisage · 1 year ago

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ok, i only have an hour at most, but i've been informed the way forward is to the castle, so...gulp, yikes, jinkies, zoinks, etc

OKAY WELL.

firstly i tried to be funny and start at the top bc i knew. and i was right. that they put a korok here

secondly IT'S ALWAYS LIGHTNING? I DON'T HAVE ANY WOODEN WEAPONS!!!

thirdly. the fake zelda's voice is INCREDIBLY creepy. the model would've fooled me but not her voice. yyyyyikes.

ohhhh the music is different! not just what plays near it down below...

snagged a shrine for fast travel but im NOT doing that shit rn

i would say "at least theres no guardians" but....

wait. lemme check for hands.

ok, a couple on the outskirts but none IN the castle itself thankfully......

normally i'd stop and explore the entire castle, but i'm hoping there'll be time for that later...right now i'm just picking my way over to her

SHE'S TELEPORTING!!!!!!!!!!!

TRYING TO KILL MY ASS WITH MONSTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ooooh the original hyrule castle theme snuck in here.....multiple times!!!

stumbled across a korok puzzle. lol.

OOPS i fell too far and left the castle...goddammit i thought i was supposed to be going down!!! i miss the 3D map tbh

FOUND HER...the library...where her dad's diary was...wah

a HINOX??? she's gonna spawn a fucking lynel next i just know it

yooooo royal guard boots! nice

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

REDEAD

I ALMOST GOT JUMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

god i would have preferred the lynel

her study!! waaahhh

i need to go down, but not so far down i leave the castle...i can't figure out what to do >:(

FOUND IT. wah the barracks or whatever

HER VOICE IS SO CREEEEPYYYYY

omg wait aaaa the MUSIC changed..............it's HER SONG!!!

oh i see. four fights for four fake zelda...just like the objectives in any other dungeon lol. cleverly hidden, i nearly missed it

THE ROOM WHERE I FOUGHT GANON..............NO THANK YOOOOOU

oh god okay here i go!!!!!!!!

dont be a lynel dont be a lynel dont be a lynel

oh! a cutscene!

WHAT

THE

FUCK

WHATS GOING ON...IS THIS TIME TRAVEL...WHAT DID SHE DO

ive got my sword out mentally. knife emoji. i hate this little freak gimme back my GIRL

"does it bring back memories" IM GONNA KERMIT

GANONDORF????????????? DEHYDRATED VERSION?????????????

Y'ALL SWORE TO ME THIS WAS NOT ENDGAME SHIT.......................

"did my puppet entertain you" PUPPET ZELDA PUPPET ZELDA HE SAID THE THING

PHANTOM GANON????????????????????????????????????????????

oh god oh god oh god at LEAST i didnt have to do the hands first!!!!!

god by the way i like matt mercers dehydrated ganondorf voice SO much better bc he is doing a thing to make him sound less like matt mercer. he should do that all the time

PHASE TWO DISABLED MY SAGES?!?!?!?!?!!?

oh my god...oh my god...phase 1 was fun like me & the gang vs ganondorf...but now hes HARDER and im ALONE!!!!!!!

omg you can reduce the sludge and they wake up but then it gradually creeps up again 😭😭😭 thats so cool and also SCARY!!!! somebody come hold my hand

it keeps telling me the master sword is low on energy, but it also keeps not running out because it keeps GLOWING when the malice spreads......nice. fi is unkillable thanks to zelda. she stayed a dragon 10,000 years for this outcome specifically

GOT HIS ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD........OH MY GOD THE GANG IN PERSON...................oh my god oh my god i thot i knew everything but i still got to be surprised!!! immediately welled up wtf

"you stand before ganondorf" YES WE DO KING

the world that WAS and WILL BE AGAIN....TIME TRAVEL?????????? TIME TRAVEL????????????????????

oh a VISION!!! it's a cool vision though i HOLY SHIT HIS HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god..................

man the way riju is the one to clock that he's not all there yet. mwah. i love gerudo girls reading him for filth

there's sooo many good weapons on the ground here after all that a true shame i can't take them all........

omg lookout landing everyone is HERE 🥺 i miss the cool music though...

oh man...everyone's reunions are great but harth noting the injuries on tulin and how he's been doing more than his fair share...HE IS A BABY!!!

"and the princess was an impostor" FINALLY we get there

"so she's REALLY in the distant past!!!" oh my FUCKINGGGG god

i knew it. i knew it was mineru its GONNA be mineru

you can tell muzu you did the geoglyphs but not that zelda is a dragon...CMON

well well speak of She...she's flying over the great plateau right about now!

since i have only the vaguest idea of what to do about the fifth sage im gonna farm some parts and then call it quits for now

okay, i did it. i will now be lying down for the next 6,000 business years.

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

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gorrrllll i just finished bang bang. omg what a masterpiece once again!!! like i have no words!!!

first just gotta say paradigm hwa was the perfect fit for this! when you described the fingerless gloves, the slicked back hair… absolute devastation!! paradigm hwa’s got me in a chokehold and tbh i dont mind at all.

before i gush over the narrative, the character development and the ending (which you already know i loved it because… open endings>>>>>>) i want to talk about my fave excerpts!!

DISCLAIMER IF YOU DIDNT READ BANG BANG DONT SPOIL YOURSELF BY READING THIS AND GO READ IT

“He is a cutie, though, aren’t you, Sannie?” smirk gracing his lips, Seonghwa teased the cutie, who, judging by the sheer broadness of his shoulders, could probably snap a person in half with his bare hands. Not that the person would complain since the last thing they would see would be that pretty face… but that was besides the point.

when she almost deviated from her goal for San… so relatable. we are all like mc. i mean im ready to give it all up for san anytime. and gosh the way he’s so strong and mighty then a small little docile kitten with hwa. ughhh i love this duality so much!!! tbh i wanna own him. i want him to be my guard dog in public and my docile kitten in private <3 (san if you read this give me once chance lol)

“Ah how I missed you saying my name.”

my heart: *instantly melts into a puddle of pure 100% simping*

Do you really think that the judge was benevolent? Fuck… girl, you’re naive. That bastard passes his bank account around the courtroom, you really think he woke up one day and felt like being nice just because? Oh no…

the way i thought of judge jongho instantly hahaha that made it even better!

but girl this : You stared out at the metropolis through the windshield, registering your beloved criminal’s movements towards you. As you studied the glinting whites, reds and yellows that formed the urban starscape, you could not help but ponder how, out of all the millions of people, in this architectural phenomenon that seemed to stretch on forever, on a day when you were not even supposed to be where you had ended up being, you had run into none other than Park Seonghwa. And as fate would have it, you were naive enough to let him take everything from you. And being the loved up, hypnotised fool that you were, you thanked him for the misery in which you found yourself, because at least he made you feel. With him you were a disaster, but you saw life in colour. With him it was impossible to tell whether there would be a tomorrow, but you could exist in an exuberant today. With him, the everchanging palette of emotion had a canvas to paint on. And tonight, you were going to let the masterpiece create itself.

i literally ASCENDED!!! this is absolutely beautiful! the scenery! the resignation in mc! you can really feel she’s letting go, giving in to the monster! i loved that and the word choice!!!! every single one of them slapped in the face and i said thank you everytime!!!! such powerful poetry!

ok the main course

i absolutely LOVED the narrative style in this!!!!! i loved how the exposition wasnt linear! how as the reader you kinda had to piece the info and hints together to actually understand what happened between mc and hwa. it was brilliant how you were able to keep me on the edge of my seat wondering what the hell he did to her. and when you finally get it when you piece that he framed her, that he killed her ex for her! it’s a beautiful and complete puzzle ughhh so good.

and good god the character development!!!!!!! how mc goes from obsessed with revenge, obsessed with him and then resigned! it’s beautiful like as you read you can feel her very soul tearing with each conclusion she makes!!!!!! when she realizes hwa manipulated her fate once again with the dude in the back alley!!!!! and she just turns into a maniac for a second just to touch absolute serenity seconds later!! so gooooddd!

which brings me to the man of the hour!!!! hwa!!!!! i loved him !!!! i loved every wicked aspect of him! i loved that he was obsessed with mc but not really her more like the girl she could be. i love how you stated at the beginning that when hwa wants something he gets it. and what he wanted from mc was to break down the woman she was just to rebuild her into the woman he wanted her to be and he did that perfectly. planning every little detail until she was exactly where he wanted her to be. she became just as crazy as he wanted her. the cold hearted bitch he wanted. someone he could hate and love and love and hate on and on. until he would eventually grow tired of his toy and kill her and she accepted this fate she decided to own it ughhhh i love desperation so much <3333

AND THE ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH that was legit my reaction!!!!!!

when mc said “didnt you say you’d keep my hands clean…” i was like omg nooooo bai is about to go there isnt she ???????? then she continued with the questions and i was just screaming!!!!!!!!!! and i just know hwa knew that he succeeded!!! he knew he transformed her!!!! i just know he had the biggest boner hahaha and the fact that throughout this masterpiece you depicted him well enough that we KNOW he could do it!!! he could just take the gun to his head and shoot because he’s that crazy!!! that would be the ultimate test for mc! framing her for his own murderrrrrr omgggg im foaming at the mouth like a rabid racoon because im going completely crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it was so good thanks bai for this once again!!!! it was perfection !!!!! you’re so so good it’s crazy!!!!!

AAAAAHHHH CAT!!!!! Thank you so very much for your time, for sharing this space and for this beautiful review oh my goodness ;~; <333 I am out here melting into a puddle of joy ;~; (also completely agree with you there, paradigm Hwa is… something else… really…)

For the main course <3 :

Honestly you mention this just as I am currently on a little bit of a san brainrot wave, and this is hitting different – perhaps the signs had been there even earlier and I was either in denial or oblivious to them lol; Both mc and Seonghwa try to act all ‘cool’ and smooth, be it to inflict wounds of jealousy or desire, or to present an odd version of nonchalance either way they are on interesting terms~ Ahahaah and the way I was thinking of Jongho when writing that part you mentioned~~ corrupt judge Jongho is pretty much canon so it had to be done~

;~; please you are too kind, thank you from my whole soul <33 Imagery is something that I enjoy quite a bit, since I would say I am a visual person generally and need to imagine how things look like to understand them, so I am really really glad that this flowed for you and was even… POETIC!?!?! Pls I am ;~; <33

Aaaah I am really happy that you liked the narrative style <3 I wanted to try my best to keep to a more ‘show’ rather than ‘tell’ style here, since there is more dark aspects to the story, crime/mystery tinges here and there (at least attempts at them), and I wanted the ‘what in the world happened’ to be hanging above the character’s heads like a sword, and then come together as these memories, that betrayal, the intensity of it all comes flying back. <3 And dfkjsglfsdf please I bow to you, am on my knees, bless you, really; thank you so much for your words on character development ;~; <3 I wanted to interlace emotional development (or turmoil lol) with the narrative itself so I am just incredibly glad that you enjoyed that!

Oh my goodness I am genuinely speechless, thank you ;~; It was a challenge to try and depict Seonghwa in a villain role (especially when constantly seeing updates on SNS and edits etc of him being literally the softest sunshine ahah) so really I am grateful that you liked his character in Bang Bang <33 At the end of the day, mafia!Hwa does not love, and if he does, it is the idea that he has crafted in his head, and will stop at nothing to bend the foundation (aka the person) to fit said idea. He wants to see people break, and he wants to be their demise and then their creator. And then, decide exactly when their time has run out. Effectively, he loves control. He desires nothing more than to take it away from others. Really I am just elated that you enjoyed!!!!! <33

Cat I am so so happy that you enjoyed the ending and the way in which mafia!Hwa’s character has been set up and grew to be the man, the monster, who actually could play into this ‘final request’ and potentially still win in some sense, or at least have his final thought be that he did. Also, while writing this I had the notion of the ‘sunrise’ and what that time of day means kind of replaying in my head, since if such an event (that is implied) is to occur, it could be seen as redemption, it could be seen as a new chapter, or it could be seen as an eradication of darkness (but who is it that perishes?). Overall the ending was in some ways a surprise even for myself, because initially I had one avenue planned out, and then… well I guess the two characters in the Rolls Royce steered themselves in another direction (and ahah I am right there with you in terms of open endings – closure? What? Huh? Lol)

Again, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your kind words, for the time that you took to read and to respond, and generally for being such an amazing person <3333 Much love<3

#hm/asks #hm/bang bang #cat <3

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thequietmanno1 · 9 months ago

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Thelreads, MHA 288, Replies Part 2

1) “Welp, sorry miss, but he’s dead. If not literally right now, he’ll be in a few minutes, there’s a fucking mountain about to meet him”- Well, if the husband was real, then Toga almost certainly had to stab him too before getting a sample of his wife’s blood, so his odds of surviving are slim to none.

2) “….

no… it can’t be Toga, right? I mean, Machia is still a bit far, there’s no way she would get here that quickly considering he’s moving around 100km/h

…right?”- Toga’s drive to answer her burning questions apparently gives her super-speed.

3) “Oh no wait there she is

and she seems to be a speedster

We found koichi’s cousin, and she’s about to fucking die.”- Or was dead all along. 4) “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I FUCKING KNEW IT FUCKMOTHERFUCKING FUCK

HOW IN THE FUCK’S NAME DID YOU GOT HERE THAT FAST TOGA, EVEN IF YOU USED THE QUIRK FROM THAT WOMAN I DOUBT YOU COULD OUTRUN THE MOUNTAIN”- Toga’s disguise bursting when Urarak says she’ll save “Takeo” – who is basically a stand-in for herself and her own attraction to Izuku and Uraraka – all whilst blushing and naked because of her Quirk certainly caused some….interesting discourse on the internet when this chapter first came out. It almost looks like she couldn’t keep control of herself when she thought (in her own head) Uraraka was reciprocating her feelings. 5) “Nice face there Uraraka, unfortunately, remember that Toga is a ninja”- Were it not for the circumstances, Uraraka’s reactions almost feels like her dealing with a clingy girlfriend who keeps popping up in her life when she least expects her. It’s certainly a nicer way of looking at their situation than one traumatised girl desperately seeking support and affection from the only other person in her very small social circle she can think of to help her deal with the loss of a dear friend.

6) “Yeah see? She’s probably standing right by your side, but you can’t see her because she’s just that good at being stealthy.”- Toga prepped this battleground in advance before luring Uraraka into it. Tight confines to limit the extent she can get lifted about by Zero Gravity, dark rooms to help lower Uraraka’s visibility, and multiple connecting rooms to allow her to move into her blind spots quickly. In retrospect, she moved even faster than expected from Machia to find this place and set it up before reaching Uraraka.

7) “Which kinda describes how he’s looking 80-90% of the time. Honestly, that boy could look like he fought a bear and lost badly while coming out of the shower.”- The only fight that Izuku has walked away from where he didn’t look like he’d fought a combine harvester and lost was against Overhaul, and only because he was getting healed non-stop during it.

8) “Alright, it’s time for it. Time for her to put the cards on the table and know the truth, is she a monster to be killed, or is she a human to be saved”- Toga sadly needed more advice on how to actually frame her question, without it coming across as ambiguous flirting with the object of her interest. Another thing she might have had an easier time with if anybody had given her the help she needed.

9) “Oh thank god you had some clothes thrown around Toga, but still, that was quite the fast change you made, were you practicing this?”- Between this and the speed boost she’d have needed to set up this battlefield ahead of Machia, I choose to believe the power of Horny transforms Toga into the Flash. I mean sure she has other motivations, but you know that’s at least a contributing factor as well.

10) “Toga please can you be a bit more specific it really looks like you’re flirting with her rather than making a deep philosophical question about your own worth

I mean, you are kinda flirting with that knife and all, but please focus girl”- Toga is, for all her skills and abilities, still a young girl that was raised in an environment that didn’t put in enough effort into understanding her needs and perspective, instead expecting her to be the one to eventually understand if the lesson was drilled into her time and again. All this did was lead to her repressing her instincts until they exploded, and as a result, Toga is very bad at expressing herself when it comes to conversations like this. She’s good at showing her emotions and acting on them, but bad at explaining why this matters so much to her, especially since she doesn’t bring up Jin’s fate, still too damaged by processing his loss to realise that Uraraka wouldn’t assume that a hero would kill somebody in the line of duty, and thus that Toga’s asking her if she’s somebody who deserves to be saved or destroyed like a rabid animal. 11) “See Toga, that’s why you need to be more direct with your questions, Uraraka thinks you just did a really roundabout way of asking her out”- I couldn’t help but notice that Uraraka didn’t say no to the idea of another girl asking her out, just that it was neither the time or the place for it. 12) “Uraraka didn’t knew what was going on in Toga’s heart at the moment, she just stated a fact, she needs to stop her since she’s a villain endangering innocent people, but… Oh god this is not end well”- Uraraka is motivated to act by the loss of Nighteye, feeling that she failed to do something that could have saved his life, whereas Toga is motivated by Jin’s loss, feeling like her life is now in danger from the same heroes that deemed it necessary to kill him and wanting conformation from someone – anyone – that they see her as more than a monster to be put down. Neither fully expresses their innermost thoughts, so neither fully understands the other. 13) “I’m kinda hoping she’ll go back to the league, but at the same time I don’t know if she’s willing to do so. This is being quite the hellish day for her, and Dabi is there being an asshole, not helping at all- I don’t know if she won’t go her own way. If she’s a monster, what reason does she have to be with the rest of them? Because I know that Toga doesn’t see them as monsters, as villains, she sees them as people first.And, that is the one thing Uraraka implied by accident she isn’t.”- At the end of the day, the League is the only place where Toga can not only be herself without judgement, but feel safe and protected by her friends. And now those friends are all being taken away from her one by one, to her mind all of it resulting from the oppression of the same system that demonised her ever since she was a child. You can’t help but feel sorry for her, because in many ways, she’s just as much a victim of this war as Twice.

@thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #mha 288

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books-and-catears · 3 years ago

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Monster hunter mc and when they get teleported into hell they full on kick luci straight in the face when he tries to calm them down, goes missing for about 2 weeks and it goes into this whole “help a very feral monster is on the loose and it will kill everyone on sight” kind of chase

like imagine. Every demon having to stay home, boarding up their windows because this single human has such a passion for getting their asses

they eventually find them and console them but its funny to think ab lol

HOLY COW THIS IS GOLD- Oh my god this is going to be pure chaos. Monster hunter MC is out for blood and there's no stopping them!

Lucifer: I really doubt it is wise to summon a human here without proper warning Diavolo.

Diavolo: I am sure they will be fine if we politely express our thanks and our reasons immediately.

*MC appears*

Diavolo: Ah there they are! Hello, MC, welcome to Devildom! We are glad to invite you-

MC: You are not human. *Looks around* None of you are human.

Lucifer: Uh yes, we are not. We are demons and you are in Kingdom of-

MC: No. I know the methods of your kind. I shall not be taken in by your heinous seductive speechcraft!

Lucifer: Calm down. That is not at all what I'm trying to-

MC: Stay back, demon! *roundhouse kicks Lucifer straight on his jaw* This place is crawling with demons! Ugh!

Lucifer: *fallen bewildered* ....how the hell..

Levi: ....did that just happen or am I in some game world with you guys again ?

Asmo: Oh my! I have never even seen Solomon stand upto Lucifer like that!

Satan: MC, was it? Would you mind doing it again? *prepares to take a video* I would hate not to have a recording of the single best moment of my life.

Beel: Hey that's not very nice. Human, don't do that. Don't hurt Lucifer.

MC: DEMONS!!! TO HELL WITH ALL OF YOU!!

Satan: Well we're already in Hell so-

MC: No there's too many of them. Have to find a safer place. I can't tackle so many at once. I need to plan a strategy.

Levi: Lololol you really shouldn't think out loud!

Asmo: I really love how feisty you are, darling.

MC: My Nana warned me about demons like you! Look at those gorgeous sparkling eyes! You're upto no good!

Asmo: Aww you're too much, dear! ^\\\\^

Barbatos: If you just allow us to explain and talk maybe we can-

MC: Foul demons disguised as pretty men! You'll never lure me in! I will come for all of you! *disappears*

Diavolo: .....

Diavolo: It seems a mistake was made. So, who's going to track down MC now?

Everyone else: *deadpan stares at him and sighs*

Next morning,

Random demon#1: Lord Diavolo, come quick! The whole town is in uproar!

Random demon#2: There's a new human who's running around wrecking havoc! They've battled and won against so many of us!!! And the penalty for losing is...is...

Barbatos: What is the penalty?

Random demon#3: To enter into pact with Solomon, the sorceror! He already had 72 pacts before and now it keeps growing! It's either that or getting beheaded by the new human!

Diavolo: I suppose Solomon convinced them that demons are harmless if kept under control.

Lucifer: By the time, this MC will be done Solomon will end up owning an army of demons. Diavolo this has to be stopped.

*Screeching, running, "Who is that?! WHAT IS THAT?! NOONE KNOWS JUST RUN", crashing and chaos outside*

Barbatos: I'll make the announcement.

"Attention all demons, there is a feral human loose in Devildom and they are a monster-hunter. Please stay in your homes and lock up all doors and windows. We are initiating a lockdown.

Classes at R.A.D. are temporarily suspended. Along with the places of business. Please cooperate for your own safety."

Mammon: You guys were going to assign me to take responsibility for THEM?!!!

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me imagine #obey me crack #obey me diavolo #obey me Barbatos #obey me monster hunter! Mc #obey me MC

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i had a dream that sam and dean took cas to an art museum and showed him all these paintings of angels and it was like that scene in vincent and the doctor and cas said these paintings are beautiful because they depict the angels as human when a true angel could never be described as anything but monstrous and i woke up crying

anon i love this SO much. i love it so much i had to write it. this is 1.4k, destiel, human!cas

They’re making their way out of the city, monster killed and day saved, when Castiel sees a poster, pasted up on the side of the plywood wall of a construction site. It’s an angel—he doesn’t recognize the artist, but he’d guess late 19th century. Be Not Afraid: a History of Angels in Art, it proclaims, the logo of the city’s largest art gallery tucked into the corner.

Castiel stares at it. The angel on the poster stares back, wings spread and staff raised. Valiant. Something in his heart twitches, but it’s hard to place. He still has his blade, tucked safely into the trunk with the rest of their frequently used weapons, and he never had wings like that; even the shadows, the ones they showed to humans, were simply the closest representation to the real thing possible in this dimension (his back aches anyway, dimly, his human body reacting to the loss as if they were real severed appendages. He ignores it).

Dean notices, because of course he does. He stops, because of course he does, and flags Sam down before his long legs can carry him too far ahead. “Hey. You good?”

Castiel isn’t sure how long he’s been staring at the poster, but it’s long enough that Dean is obviously concerned. “Hm? Oh. Yes, I’m—I’m fine.”

Dean nods but doesn’t move. He considers the poster. “Art gallery, huh?” he asks, avoiding the obvious elephant. Castiel appreciates it. He nods back.

“I’ve never been to one,” he offers, as explanation. It seems odd—he can remember the painting of the Sistine Chapel, he remembers watching with fascination as humans began collecting the smaller paintings into collections and museums, but he’d never been inside one. It hadn’t seemed necessary. Humans collect art in large boxes to remember their history, but Castiel has seen it all.

Dean seems surprised by this. “Seriously?” Castiel nods, and there’s a pause, and he’s about to turn and keep heading towards the car, and Kansas, and home, when Dean claps him on the shoulder and turns to call over his own.

“Sammy! How do you feel about seeing some art?”

“You want to go to an art gallery?” Sam sounds incredulous, and is closer behind him than Cas expected. He hadn’t noticed him retreat the half-block he’d managed to gain on them.

“Yeah, why not? Come on. What happened to ‘a little culture wouldn’t hurt, Dean?’”

"What happened to ‘I’ve got plenty of culture, eat your damn burger?’”

“It’ll be fun, Sam,” Dean counters. Something in his tone has changed. Cas doesn’t think too hard about it.

There’s a long pause, and Cas knows there’s some sort of communication happening he can’t hear or see. “…Okay,” Sam concedes. “Okay, sure. Yeah. Let’s go.”

So they do.

Dean makes a comment about “haven’t been in one of these since I was a kid,” before they all fall into the hushed silence of the museum floor. It’s nice—nicer than Castiel had expected. Not in aesthetics; the building is sleek, and modern, and the art is obviously beautiful. But it’s nice to be there. It feels almost Holy—humans, funny creatures they are, with their habit of treating their own culture with the respect of something divine. Creating houses of worship out of museums and libraries and living rooms.

He wanders through the various exhibits but doesn’t really pay attention until he ends up in the exhibit from the poster. He’d managed to lose the Winchesters halfway through the photography exhibit, when both the brothers had gotten distracted. Castiel had continued onward anyway, on a mission, and by the time he finds himself walking into the angel exhibit he’s on his own.

He comes to a stop in front of one of the largest paintings in the room. It’s not the same angel as the poster. It’s several, actually, looking over what appears to be Mary and a baby Jesus. The angels are beautiful—smooth, flawless skin. They have long hair that looks soft, even in paint. They’re wearing white robes, and their wings are white and dove-like. None of these angels have several heads, rotating bands of fire, or thousands of eyes. They’re beautiful, but they aren’t angels. The human who painted this didn’t know that, of course—none of them did. Humanity was faced with the concept of divinity and conceptualized it as a version of itself.

“The real things ain’t as cuddly, huh?”

Dean’s voice startles him, which he hates, both because he hates being startled and because he’s still adjusting to Dean being able to sneak up on him.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, pretending he’d known Dean was there the whole time, “you paint us like we’re human.” Not ‘us’ anymore, he reminds himself, but he brushes that thought off. Not now.

Beside him, Dean snorts. “Yeah, well. If you’d told any of those Renaissance guys that the real angels are dickhead balls of celestial intent, they’d’ve arrested you for heresy.”

Castiel shakes his head. “No.” he pauses. “Well, yes. But that’s—” he turns to face Dean for the first time. He notices Sam over Dean’s shoulder, focusing intently on a painting a few feet away and obviously pretending not to listen.

“My father—God—Chuck,” he cycles through, which will never not be weird, “created us first, but not in his image. We weren’t worthy of that. Only you were. Humans, his perfect creation, modeled after their creator. But then—” he turns back to the painting and gestures to it. “You created us in your image. You thought about divinity and you couldn’t conceive anything more Holy than yourselves.”

Dean shifts. He tries for a laugh, but it comes out short. “Well, damn, Cas. Way to make a guy feel self-centered.”

Castiel turns back to him. He blinks. He frowns. That’s not what he means. “Most of my siblings thought so,” he agrees. “But I always thought it was an honor. Look,” He turns again and reaches out for the painting, only remembering a few inches from its surface to not touch it. “This one has a lyre. You always paint us playing music. But music, art….these are human things, Dean.” He lets his hand fall, but keeps his eyes forward. “We’re soldiers. They don’t teach us to play the harp in Heaven, they train us to fight. But these angels are…soft. Kind. Angels you trust to protect. The kind of angels people pray to, build churches to.” He looks back at Dean, who is staring at him with a frown. He holds his gaze, steady, and takes a deep breath before finishing. “I wish I was—that any of us were—worthy of being depicted this way. I wish we were the angels you paint us as.”

There’s a long pause while Dean searches his face, obviously trying to decide on the right reaction. If they were at home, Cas thinks Dean might reach out and hug him. Instead, Dean reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder—he lets it linger there, and Cas knows what it means, so that’s okay, too. “For what it’s worth,” he starts, and his voice is softer than the last time he spoke. “You’re the closest thing to those angels that I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but Cas smiles sadly as he turns back to the painting. “I’m not any kind of angel anymore,” he points out, and tries his hardest to keep his voice neutral.

Dean squeezes his shoulder and tilts his head, trying to recapture Castiel’s gaze. “Hey. Look at me.” Reluctantly, he looks back over. “Your wings weren’t what made you a good angel, alright?” he brings his other hand up to poke into Castiel’s chest. “That was all in here.”

He sounds like he’s quoting the Wizard of Oz, and Cas wants to make a joke about that, but he’s also never wanted to kiss Dean more. He doesn’t, because they’re in a museum, and they’re still working up to that, but he makes a note to do it later. Instead, he reaches up and pulls Dean’s hand away from his chest, links it in his own, and squeezes.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s earnest, and it’s for everything.

Dean smiles. He understands. He squeezes back.

#i do hope it was ok to write this #i was hoarding this ask until i could #bc i couldnt stop thinking about it!!!#Anonymous #answered #my words #over 1k words #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #i am Not an art historian so i tried to keep all the descriptions vague enough to not cause problems but if there are issues im sorry

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sinnabonka · 4 years ago

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It’s cursed speculation time: worst case scenario

I’m drunk Chuck and this post is my design for the ending. Or, I am Gabe from “Mystery Spot” and i am here to teach you a lesson.

Disclaimer: I believe with my whole heart that nothing from this post is anywhere near what we are getting. It’s me being sarcastic. It’s a joke. I think I’m being hilarious, please don’t take it away from me. None of this should be taken seriously. On the opposite, the solemn goal of this post is to show that you should put all the negativity aside and stop worrying. We are up for a happy end!

You can check my opinion here and here.

About ep 19 here.

Light, camera aaaand action!

Cas is not coming back. He just isn’t. The best season arc ever written in Supernatural? Oh no, you are just seeing things again.

Has been to empty before, bounced back twice? Naaaah, this time it’s different. This time it’s for good. No further explanation, just take my word for it.

Regarding Dean. He is not feeling this way about Cas, he can’t reciprocate and he won’t, this was a strictly brotherly relationship for him all way long. The looks? The jokes? The prayer? The parallels with Cain and his wife, with Sam and Eileen, Charlie and Stevie? The despair every time he loses Cas? He’s just a flirty little drama queen, sweetie, and you are delusional.

Sure, he is brokenhearted by the loss of a friend, but never mentions to either Sam or Jack what has really happened in the bunker. Why? Castiel is gone, that’s enough. No reflection on the matter whatsoever, they won’t ever speak of him again.

Character development who? Dean is still an angry man with his rock music, his car and his daddy issues, with “DON’T DESERVE - DON’T CARE” tattooed on his knuckles.

Cas’ confession goes in vain, as well as his sacrifice. Dean doesn’t get the message.

Dean keeps the jacket on as a reminder how hard he fucked up with the whole kill Bill(y) idea. It’s the coal fueling his anger, you know, the only thing Dean Winchester knows.

There’s also guilt, caused by the idea that, at the end of the day, Dean is the reason Cas is dead. Silly angel puts another brick in the wall of his self-hatred. The wall so high he soon won’t need Falcon 9 to reach Mars.

Forgiveness? Redemption? Learning, discovering new things about himslef for at least the last five years? Uh-huh, thanks, but no thanks.

Jack who? Something definitely went wrong with Billy’s plan of taking Chuck out, but we just pretend it never happened. We need Jack to sacrifice himself somehow, for the only acceptable ending, so he simply goes supernova. Again. But this time doesn’t miss.

What about Ruby? What about “you made it loud”? What about Lucifer attempting to get out? “Last time it took all the archangels to cage me” anyone?

Just sweep it all under the rug and forget it ever happened, for god’s sake, it’s not like every second of the show has to actually mean something.

The issue of Jack dying is also never addressed ever again, it just was meant to end this way. No biggie. His troubled relationship with Dean? Their touching conversations with Cas and Sam? The character’s arc screaming “I’m perceived evil, but I don’t want to be” not finished? Come again?

The show is about family. The Winchester family. And following the logic of never ending brothers’ deathly ping pong, it all ends with one of them dying during the fight. To save the second one, of course.

Which one? Dean always throws scissor, so it’s kinda predestined.

How? Heroically, given his unhelthy and unhelpful tendency to put everyone but himslef first. He didn’t even have to die, we see it clearly later, it’s done just for the sake of the Winchesters early seasons dynamics. Dibs on dying first!

Bobby? Eileen? Charlie? Another twenty humans? Sorry, kinda forgot to write them back into the script after they’ve vanished.

Let’s say they are not dead, just away. That’s a happy thought, right?

Everyone we cared about for years is either dead or gone, monsters are still lurking under the kids’ beds, but at least God is dead. That’s a win!

Fifteen years, a few apocalypses, a handful of deathes - yet no reflection, no regret, no lessons learned. The message from the creators: no matter what’s the journey, you still end up where you begun.

The last Winchester takes Impala, salts and burns the dead, and finally drives back to Stanford, following the dream of finally doing law after the exhausting years of killing, being killed and all the side effects.

And to celebrate the beginning of his normal life, Sam hits a dog, for crying out loud.

Happy end!

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moinsbienquekaworu · 3 years ago

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Ram. Ram please im begging you. What are your tomarry/harrymort fic recs, please. I never knew I needed this ship in my life but you have opened up a whole avenue of shipping I never knew I had. Please I beg you

(Also I hope I got that ship name right, I had never even considered this before, thank you so much for this ily <3)

Oh my god oh my god ooooh my god. Strap in we're here for the long ride

(+ technically if you want to get specific Harrymort is Harry/Voldemort and Tomarry is Harry/Tom, it's a bit like Vaderwan vs Obikin if you see the distinction?)

Be warned that I tend to prefer long fics/that those stick to my mind better, because there's nothing like rushing through a 300k fic in a few days and having trouble readjusting to actual normal human life after it's done. I wrote down the ones I remembered of the top of my head and the ones I'd downloaded first, and then went through my AO3 bookmarks, so that's the order, they get shorter towards the end of the list. But anyway! Good Tomarrymort fics I have personally liked include:

• His Darkest Devotion by Lomonaaeren (45 chapters, 256k)

Harry Potter has been hiding in plain sight all his life, since he carries the soul-mark of Minister Tom Riddle on his arm—and a fulfilled soul-bond will double both partners’ power. His parents and godfather are fugitives, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry is a junior Ministry official feeding the Order what information he can. No one, least of all him, expects Harry to come to the sudden notice of Minister Riddle, or be drawn into a dangerous game of deception.

It's very long but it's so good... I don't know if it's the best example of a Tomarry fic but I feel like the minister!Tom and not-very-good-guy Dumbledore are classics of the genre. Love how the author managed to keep the "oh no I shouldn't be with him" element on Harry's side when Tom hasn't killed his parents, as well as the gestion of the soulmates.

• Kept Man by Lomonaaeren (4 chapters, 18k)

Harry Evans is a lowly Dark Patrol wizard who’s working hard to advance. He doesn’t think much of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister Tom Riddle, but on the other hand, a one-night stand that lets them both get rid of tension seems like a good idea. Except that the one night-stand never seems to end.

If His Darkest Devotion seems too long, Kept Man is also well written but less of a monster. I appreciate the fuck you James Potter that doesn't turn to heavy bashing, that's cool

• anything & everything by exarite (6 chapters, 30k)

Featuring Sugar Daddy Tom and Trophy Husband Harry. Tom takes very good care of him, and in return, Harry gives him blanket consent.

Absolute forever fave I regularly go back and reread it it's just!! Their relationship!! Tom who is still very much not a good person!! The ending!! The mere fact there's plot and it's not just porn!! Literally in love. It's not very fluffy and cute and there's some fucked up stuff but isn't that why we're here?

• The Love of a Good Wizard by SweetSorcery (31 chapters, 75k)

History of Magic has something to teach after all, and two resourceful students decide that the key to having any future at all lies in the past, and in Tom Riddle's heart. Assuming he has one.

Usually I'm not a time travel person but hhhhh. Pansy accompanies Harry back in the 1940s to change the past and it's very cool. Also it has a happy ending!

• Custodarium by Tina48 (26 chapters, 73k)

Have you been missing a time travel Tomarry where Harry and Tom are on somewhat equal footing? Where Tom is a plausible budding political leader? Where Harry can stand up to him and their relationship doesn’t seem toxic? Where the surrounding events and characters don’t go unnoticed? I have, so I gave writing one a try. “The war is over and the Wizarding Britain has been slowly rising from the ashes. Harry just wishes none of it ever happened – what will he do when he’s given a chance to change the past? Was Dumbledore right about “the power he knows not” after all?“

The first Tomarry I remember reading! It's one of three time travel fics that have Harry going back to Tom's school years I always kind of confuse with each other, that one's ending always felt a little bittersweet to me for some reason but it's mostly very satisfying and fun.

• When in Rome by XblackcatwidowX (31 chapters, 164k)

When Harry and Hermione inadvertently tumble half a century into the past, they find themselves in the same year as the notorious Head Boy, Tom Riddle. Both Harry and Hermione's courage will be tested when they are confronted by chances of romance from the most unexpected of places, and unlikely enemies hiding in the tallgrass. Lost in the past, they may well forget the way home. Not DH compliant.

The third one of the time travel back to Tom's school years fics, but this one's ending always depresses me lol. Not that it's not good! I just don't go to it to be cheered up. The story is really cool though

• Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by maquira (10/? chapters, 67k)

By day, Harry works as a lowly assistant to his boss: the cruel, controlling Tom Riddle. By night, he lives, breathes, and writes fanfiction. And when he's not writing, he's obsessing over the work of his favorite Ao3 author: Lord_Voldemort_. So, of course, it’s only a matter of time before Harry gets caught reading Voldemort’s latest fanfiction at work… by none other than his boss.

The secret identities the tension just hhhhhh the title is apt I did kudo bookmark and subscribe. Also it has some nice references to authors in the fandom, I know exarite and MaidenMotherCrone are mentioned as authors in it and there's probably more I haven't read fics from (yet) so that's a good source of authors if you need more by any chance.

• Of Your Making by purplewitch156 (25 chapters, 97k)

An unexpected twist during the final battle has Harry trapped inside a magical artifact with only his greatest enemy for company. The Carcerem will release them, but the requirement for freedom is an impossible one, for neither Harry Potter nor Tom Riddle will ever forgive the other.

This is going on the list for Tom gutting fish and the creepy thing with the portraits when they're in the Carcerem. That part genuinely fucking terrified me I remember reading it at night and being scared so bad it hasn't left my mind since. The rest isn't terrifying it just really stuck with me lol (also it does have a sequel but I haven't read it because the mood was depressing me and I wasn't in the right mindset to enjoy it)

• draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years. Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing. “It seems I have finally caught you.”

I won't lie, I'm not up to date on it, but I should be because it's good. That's it that's the rec. My memories are too hazy to really speak of the story but when I caught up to it maybe a year or two ago I sent the author an overly enthusiastic ask on Tumblr at 3 in the morning and that's a good sign I feel like

• literally anything that sounds interesting by Anna_Hopkins/Chaotic_Smutty (or even their SW fics, they've written one or two)

• ... but my faves are Dark Livestream and its AUs (22/? chapters, 83k)

Voldemort, unexpectedly short on money and growing tired of both Wormtail's existence and Nagini's incessant pleas to eat the wizard, has a most brilliant idea: crowdfunding, and the first reward tier is a livestreamed broadcast of Nagini getting her wish. It is a massive success -- and the people demand more. Said 'people' just so happens to include one Boy-Who-Lived.

This fic gets me feeling the emotion equivalent of shrimp colours. Every time it updates I drop everything to read it. The crack taken seriously the UST with Harry and Voldemort the super cool magic the meeting of fandom and magic just !!!! Absolute forever fave. Love of my life light of my days. The AUs where different choices are made and different things happen are so fun too I love when authors do that!!

• ... Petty Catharsis (2 works, 1+4/? chapters, 17k total)

Harry sends Voldemort anonymous hatemail, trolling him in childish ways. Instead of being pissed, Voldemort indulges him and starts responding, clapping back with witty comebacks. Harry sends him a crude drawing of a naked Voldemort with a dick so small it curls inwards. Voldemort responds with his actual measurements, and a detailed drawing. Harry doesn’t write back for days. His stupid plan for petty catharsis backfired, and now he can’t stop thinking about Voldemort’s dick.

Pure smut but it's excellent. I'm not gonna comment on the porn it's just - it's just good.

• ... and Cruciatus (he's not going anywhere after this) (480 words)

Voldemort arrived to Malfoy Manor before the Trio could make their escape. The Dark Lord summoned Harry up to the throneroom; while he distracted everyone upstairs, Harry had explained, they should all take Dobby's help to escape.

Also just smut but it's probably my favourite Tomarry short smut fic. Exactly what the title says.

• duplicity's fics (@/duplicitywrites) I've read a few from her and I could recommend you some (Voldemort's Assassin Hotline, V is for Vampire, the Sugar Universe or In the Daylight Again are good) but honestly she just consistently writes good fics so if you see one that seems to have a nice summary, go for it (though I haven't read all of them, or even most of them)(also in her series is the "bottom Tom agenda" one if you want to spice things up a little)

• the Architecture series by Saeva (3 works, 2+4+5 chapters, 80k total)

Four years after Tom Riddle Jr walked out of the Chamber of Secrets whole, a girl's cold body left in his wake, Harry Potter married Lord Voldemort to settle a truce between their factions that would grant protection for both sides. This is the kinky, complicated, and emotionally wrought story of what came after as an immortal Voldemort and his young consort struggle to find a balancing point between internal peace and external connection. Also, lots and lots of sex.

Back to fucked up stuff! the consent is dubious, the dynamic is compelling and the smut is well-written, what more can I say. I also recommend the author's other fics, notably Needs Met, because the non-sexual submission in it kinda felt like a revelation.

• A Story of Mortality by this_bright_eyed_soul (14 chapters, 72k)

Dark Lord Harry Potter was born 1914, and was instrumental in defeating Grindelwald. A powerful force in politics, the rising Lord Voldemort cannot avoid him, but instead of the rivalry he wishes for, political circumstances force an alliance. While both their similarities and differences clash, they cannot help but become closer over time, and both have lessons still to learn.

This one is an AU so it's not what their general dynamic and vibe tends to look like but like. It's good. I don't think I could ever get myself to read the end because I knew I was going to bawl my eyes out and I didn't feel like it back then, and after that I didn't go back to it, but !! It's good!!

• I was going to include another fic but it's not going to be most people's taste, so if you're interested in a series with a pretty specific kink that develops a plot, that's heavy on the politics and - heavy in general, ask me again :') it's dear to my heart but I feel weird exposing my heart in public like that haha

• (the bad flirting) among us by RenderedReversed (4.5k)

They're voice actors playing Among Us. That's it that's the fic. It's more pre-slash than anything but <3 <3

• Hand Size by RenderedReversed (1.1k)

In which Harry is kind of obsessed with Voldemort’s hands. Voldemort is reluctantly indulgent.

I genuinely think about that fic on a regular basis when I notice people's hand sizes. Twice or thrice I've asked friends of mine to compare hand sizes because of it.

• How's the weather (am I better) by RenderedReversed (6.6k) (I hadn't realised I liked so many of their fics wow)

Harry's heat comes two weeks early. Unfortunately, he's alone, dehydrated, and pretty sure Kyogre and Groudon are duking it out in his stomach, because that's the only logical explanation for pre-heat cramps this bad.

Now I know, omegaverse pokémon AU sounds like a lot, but I really love it, and if you do too I recommend the series with the rest of the AU

• Sly Fingers, Deft Hearts by Penmanner (11k)

Tom Riddle has always wholeheartedly believed in slow manipulations. And perhaps, in some small, stupid, dastardly little part of himself, he sees them as something akin… to falling in love.

Pretty Lord Potter and Senior Undersecretary Riddle flirt and eventually fuck at a ball <3

• The Rigmarole Dance by cannibalinc (7.5k)

Harry is nine years old when he points at Lord Thomas Marvolo Slytherin, High Warlock of England, and declares "You're my soulmate, and we're going to be married."

If the author's summary doesn't sell it I don't know what will

• Impressions by atlantablack & local_doom_void (17k)

Years pass, and Harry Potter grows up thinking that he doesn't have a soulmate. After all, he's never seen anyone else with a scar spread so obvious across half their face. But life just couldn't be that easy.

The communication in this!! Also Harry with a huge scar is super cool excellent concept

• Viceroy by SofiaBane (7.2k)

Harry will marry Voldemort to end the war. Harry also takes a potion that turns him into a naga every night. This is hardly a problem for Voldemort.

What it says on the tin. Very fun though!

• Thank you, Harry by Smutmonger (8.7k)

Harry realized that the ‘dreams’ were actually real-life events. Somehow death eaters were getting their hands on his DNA and using Polyjuice to please their lord. There were six in total, and each served a particular purpose. Or rather, a particular sexual mood that Voldemort wished to indulge in the nights he called for them. It seemed unfair that the others got to use his body to feel things he hadn’t yet explored for himself. The more of these dreams he had, the more he begun to imagine exploring it with Voldemort. He could, couldn’t he? Harry could pretend to be one of the death eaters pretending to be him.

Also what it says on the tin, if you're one for daddy kinks you'll like this one I think

• A Rival's Kiss by GeMerope (3 chapters, 18k)

From Harry's very first encounter with the Dark Lord, Voldemort has always insisted on using proper etiquette, not accounting for the possibility of escalation.

I'm adding that one for the ending but also the general vibe of their dynamic, the "you're MY enemy dammit" thing is so good

• Benefit by asterismal (2 chapters, 6.4k)

“It won’t happen again,” Harry says to his reflection later that day. “It’s a bad idea. You have standards, and Riddle is awful.” His gaze drops to the bruise on his neck, and he prods at it, hissing at the ache. “Okay, fine,” he says, twisting so he can see it better. “Whatever. It’ll probably happen again.” (a boss/secretary prompt fill)

Right? Right.

• love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger (8 chapters, 34k)

Voldemort is dead. It's Christmas, and Harry's just opened a gift from Fred and George Weasley.

The endinnnng hhhh still going feral over it!!

So yeah, hope you enjoy, I really like those two and the vibe they've got going on! Come talk about them any time you want!

#harry potter #tomarry #harrymort #god i don't want that to appear in the tags but also i know it's not everyone's cup of tea so eh #also absolutely not mentioned here but: the aro/arospec potential with tom!!! fuck jkr and long live aro tom #wow i have an asks tag now #fandom nerdery #ram's fic recs

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yoongsisbae · 3 years ago

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Run Run Run - Seoul Flow (Part 1)

A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than...BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again.

OT7 BTS Zombie Apocalypse AU / BTS member x reader slow burn

This is supposed to be scary, but also I couldn’t stop laughing while writing this, so I’m not sure how to tag this. Is it funny? I think it is, but my sense of humor might be fucked lol

Warnings: death, monsters, blood, fighting, killing, gory details, betrayal, y/n curses like a sailor, main characters might die depending on how villainous I am feeling

Word Count: 4.4k

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You weren’t looking forward to your early flight, rising before even the sun, and you were even more aggravated at the amount of people bustling around in the airport so early in the morning. You push through the sea of bodies to get to your gate and you notice most if not all of the girls around you aren’t carrying suitcases, they are carrying signs...signs with ‘BTS’ written on them, and they are holding the same lightstick that you have tucked somewhere in your suitcase. Suddenly the crowd at five in the morning makes sense.

Oh god, BTS couldn’t be on your flight to Korea, could they? That would be exciting, and also horrifying. Anyways, the group is insanely popular now, they would definitely take a private plane. Yeah. You push away the uneasiness that creeps over you as you continue to your designated gate.

By the time you get to the ticketing counter; after meandering your way through the crowd, grabbing a snack and coffee because how is anyone functioning at a time like this without coffee; everyone is already on board. You pretend to ignore all the attention focused on you as the last person to board, and you make a beeline to your seat in first class, thankful your new company went with such nice accommodations for a 15 hour flight.

You’re struggling to put your suitcase in the overhead compartment when hands come up from behind you and a good looking man in all black and all muscles helps you. ‘He’s cute, for someone who looks like he can murder me with one hand tied behind his back,’ you think.

You whisper your thanks and quickly make it to your seat, putting on your headphones. You’re already falling asleep before the plane even takes off, listening to your favorite playlist to celebrate your new journey: 'Seoul Flow.'

The pilot’s voice booming through the plane’s speakers wakes you up from your deep sleep. “We are experiencing some delays and will be arriving at Incheon International Airport later than anticipated, I will keep you updated as the situation unfolds-”

You stretch in your seat, rolling the muscles in your neck and flexing your legs and arms. You look out the plane window, the beautiful landscape holds your attention as you study the white clouds passing by and how the sun sits brightly on the horizon. It’s pretty. You take a picture and post it to Instagram using the airline’s WiFi. Your digital life ends there, with a serene view that catalogues the heights the human experience has managed to reach right before the descent of civilization as you know it.

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You’ve never experienced such a long flight before, and you were not looking forward to being stuck in your seat for even longer. At least you can always sleep, and that’s exactly what you do.

The pilot's voice wakes you up again, “Please be prepared as we might have to make an emergency landing at Yangyang International Airport.”

The announcement jolts you into attention. An emergency landing? And where the hell is Yangyang Airport?! Your company was supposed to pick you up in Seoul. You have no idea how to contact them about the destination change. You hear the hushed voices from those around you voicing their grievances. For the first time you look around the cabin, hoping to find a flight attendant and some answers. And that’s when you notice the others in first class.

‘Is that J-Hope from BTS?’

Your last bit of exhaustion drains away from you as you dare to look again.

That’s right, you were in the same cabin as Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, BTS.

You sit back down...and stand back up and look again just to make sure. The members of Bangtan Sonyeondan sit decked out in designer hoodies, fresh faced, wearing masks pulled over their faces to varying degrees, but their bright colored and bleached hair were unmistakable.

How did you not notice this before? Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin were even seated across from you in the same row. How much situational awareness could you possibly lack to miss something like that?

In your defense, NO ONE should be expected to think before noon!

You make eye contact with the youngest member of the group and instantly want to shrivel up in your seat. He definitely stared at you a lot longer than socially acceptable, you note. 'Well there was your moment, y/n! Your painfully awkward moment.'

Jungkook looks around at his bandmates, asking questions no one knows the answer to, “What’s going on? Why can’t we land in Seoul? Are we going to be okay?”

Pulling your headphones completely off, you try eavesdropping on the hushed conversations around you. 'Neither airport in Seoul is reachable? There is a state of emergency?' BTS staff members seem to know more than the flight attendants.

You find your phone and log into the airline's internet again to find out for yourself what the hell is going on. Article headlines stare back at you: “Breaking News in Seoul,” “Emergency in East Asia,” “Major Cities Across Asia in Chaos.”

You skim through each new update, read warnings to stay inside, to not leave your home, to not interact with anyone who appears unhinged. You open your social media and find several new videos posted with hundreds of thousands of likes.

The shaky framing shows a crowd of people. In the center there is a man who looks possessed, covered in blood, eyes clouded, gunshots...in his body? You feel like throwing up as you watch him attack bystanders and police. Everyone is screaming, the crowd starts running away, and more people start attacking each other-

You close the video and pull your legs to your chest, resting your head on your knees. How can that be real? It's been over 24 hours and the fact that you are still in the air suggests there’s truth to the horror you just witnessed. By the nervous energy now filling the cabin, the gasps and soft sobs filling the quiet space, you suspect others have been as curious as you and are now regretting their decisions too.

Fuck, what are you going to do? You have no friends here, no family, no one to call to pick you up and save you. You were supposed to meet a driver for your new job at the airport in Seoul, if that’s even happening anymore, what kind of protocol are you supposed to be following for a freaking State of Emergency?

The crushing realization of how unprepared and alone you are in this crisis weighs heavy on you. The pictures of dead bodies in the streets of Seoul fill your consciousness. You don’t want to die.

“We will be making an emergency landing at Yangyang International Airport shortly. Please stay calm and stay seated with your seatbelts properly fastened.” The seatbelt warning dings ominously throughout the cabin as the pilot makes his final in-flight announcement. The tension is high and your stomach lurches and your ears pop right before landing.

Your plane sits on the runway and you wait for over an hour. When you look outside the window there is no one on the tarmac, no one to dock the plane in. As time creeps and the sun starts setting, people begin yelling. After what feels like an eternity the pilot's voice crackles through the plane’s intercom.

“We will be having an emergency evacuation of the plane.” Oh no no no. What the fuck!

The airplane attendants spring into action. “Everyone walk to the nearest exit. Leave your belongings. Head to the exit. Leave your belongings, please!”

There is a shuffle of people when everyone opens the overhead bins, grabbing for their suitcases. You pull your backpack on and reach for your carry on. You feel bad for the stewardess, she’s only doing her job, but like hell are you going outside into a foreign country with just the clothes on your back.

You always wondered what it would be like to go down those huge yellow plane slides, too bad you’re too horrified to enjoy any of it, feeling like you’re literally falling to your doom.

You reorientate yourself once you hit the ground and look around. Where is everyone? Not an airport employee in sight. There is no one else except for the people who boarded your flight.

You see the idol group off to your side, huddled together, covered by a human shield of staff members. You see families holding each other, couples quietly bickering in worry, and you, are totally fucking alone. Your cell phone doesn’t work, you were supposed to get a new one in Seoul, but it looks like no one is getting reception anymore.

“Hey,” you turn around to see a tall blond man speaking to you.

You really don’t want to make small talk right now, “Hello.”

“You speak English?”

“...yes.” The man visibly relaxes.

“Oh thank god! Oh my god, did you see the videos online? I can’t believe this is really happening. What are we supposed to do? And they just dropped us off in the middle of nowhere. I can’t even read the signs here-”

You try to pay attention to what he’s saying, but you see the pilot make his way to the group. Everyone is asking questions, and the pilot and attendants look as lost as everyone else.

“-Anyways, we should stick together, I don’t trust these people. I’m Dev. What’s your name?”

“Y/n...” You turn to the group as they make their way to the airport gates. The man keeps following behind you like a baby duck. You’re not so sure you’re happy about your new company, you’ve watched enough zombie movies to be wary of any one that confident who wants to split up. No thank you, you’re the two foreigners of the group and that means if you’re not careful you’re dead before act two.

‘Think of a plan, think of a plan!’ The closer you get to the airport the more dread fills you. It feels wrong. It feels like you’re walking into a trap. There’s two main groups ahead of you. The pilot with the majority of passengers still berating him, and BTS with a small group of fangirls following them. Is it so bad you want to follow the latter? They’re rich, rich people get priority, they probably get a private jet to whisk them out of the country at the first signs of trouble, you figure they have to have a better escape plan, and when they deviate from the rest of the group, you believe your assumptions are proved right.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh!” You shush the blonde stranger.

“Shouldn’t we follow the pilot?”

“You can follow him.” You continue to stalk the other group.

He pulls on your arm, but you keep your pace, following the idol group at a distance. The airport is empty, but it looks like there was a mass exodus as evidence from the abandoned suitcases next to empty seats.

“Why are we following them?”

“Do you know who they are?” you whisper.

“No.” He whispers back.

You pass by a coffee shop, and look in the display case, satisfied by what you found. You throw him a coffee can.

“Look at it. That’s them.”

“Oh, they are celebrities?”

You roll your eyes and whisper a yes. “So we’re going to-”

Your sentence is cut short by a piercing scream. The group in front of you scatters and you hear inhuman growls break through the yelling.

“I’ll protect you oppa!” you hear someone scream.

Oh hell no. You love BTS but not that much. ‘Love Yourself,’ they said it themselves, didn’t they? “Run!”

You shove the blonde stranger in the opposite direction, too afraid to turn around as screams and monstrous roars fill the airport terminal.

“WHY ARE YOU STILL CARRYING YOUR SUITCASE?”

Your suitcase rolls behind you as you race with him through the terminal. You know you should probably let it go, as it drags across the airport tile clicking like a beacon, but it’s the only thing you have left of home and you don’t know when or if you’ll ever see it again. You’re too stubborn to let it go.

A man is sprinting towards you and your companion at the speed of a track star. Oh, that’s just Jeon Jungkook running past you both. You chance a look behind you and immediately regret it. You see the oldest member of BTS running right towards you with four fangirls behind him. The sight would be scary enough, but those fangirls are out for blood. Actual human blood. The girls are covered in bite marks, foaming at the mouth, ready to pounce on the superstar.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?” you scream. You know what that is, but the idea that a pack of fangirl zombies are headed your way is not something your brain can wrap itself around at the moment.

“Ahh!” The blonde man next to you screams and you pull your focus to the front, where a zombie airport worker is slowly making his way to you both. You grab the handle of your suitcase and swing it as hard as you can into his undead body, flinging the man away.

“That’s why I am still carrying my suitcase!” That’s not why, but it sure sounded good to say.

“Hyung! Over here!” You see Jungkook peek his head from behind a bathroom door. Seokjin runs full speed to his bandmate. You and Dev head to the bathroom as well, but the pack of zombie fangirls divide the pair of you and the pair of them. You make eye contact with the idol for the second time today as he looks back at you with wide frightened eyes and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. The pack of zombie fangirls are already turning on you, smelling fresh blood, and the blonde stranger is pulling you farther away from the singers before you can protest.

---

God, you’re out of shape. Holy fuck, you regret not going to the gym more. Your legs burn with lactic acid. You breathe in hot air that stings your lungs. You feel like your side is splitting in half. You run and run with four monsters snarling right behind you, until you and the blonde man run into a staircase.

Your legs feel like they are going to give out as you fling yourself up two steps at a time, heaving your suitcase behind you. Yes, you're that stubborn. You race to the end of a hallway, and stand in front of a glass door that won’t open! You’re at a dead end. No!

You and the blonde man use all your strength to try to pry open the door, and it creaks ajar slowly and steadily until he can fit himself through. You keep pushing the door open so you can fit through as well, but the opening is becoming smaller and smaller.

“What are you doing?!” You try to pry the door open but the man shoves you away, and yanks the door closed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” This man has the audacity to apologize for throwing you to the wolves.

‘You mother fucker.’ You bang on the glass as you watch him run away.

You grab the first thing you see, a metal post placed on the ground that might have been used as a piece in those makeshift lines people wait in before getting to the register. You kick the first monster away and hit her in the head over and over again.

Your suitcase is now a shield against your enemies. You’ve never played football, but you imagine this is how it feels to be a linebacker. You shove the monsters away as hard as you can, hit them with anything you can find. In an actual fight they act slow and dumb, you just have to make sure they don't bite or scratch you. You assume they play by typical zombie turning rules. You fight for you life, and still you have no idea how you manage to get around them. Running on pure adrenaline, you hurl yourself downstairs. You run and run and run.

You see a sign indicating a bathroom and book it. When you yank the bathroom handle door open, you’re shoved back so hard the air is knocked out of you. Your hand is still grasping the handle, so the door swings open as you stumble back.

“Close the door!”

Hands grab you and pull you in before one of the remaining monsters can make you their meal.

---

You lean against the bathroom door, heaving from exhaustion, covered in sweat, and you look up to two men you never thought you’d see again.

Jeon Jungkook and Kim Seokjin stare at you like you could jump up and bite them at any second.

You’re too winded to speak properly, so you pull the collar of your shirt down and lift up your sleeves. “No-” they turn red as you lift up your shirt quickly “-bites.” And you fall onto the ground, resting your painfully tight limbs. The cold bathroom floor is the best thing you’ve felt all day.

“Hyung, it’s that girl! She was in first class. What should we do now?”

They are talking about you like you don’t understand them. You guess it’s your fault, you spoke in English first.

“She was sitting in our section, she could be a sasaeng.”

You scoff. You’re a fan, but you’re not a psycho.

They turn to you, and you try to remain impassive. Should you tell them you understand them? Now is probably not the time to play coy, when you could die at any second.

“Do you understand us?”

“Yes, and I’m not a sasaeng. Those tickets were bought months in advance, and shouldn't you be flying private?!” Never in a million years did you think you’d be lecturing BTS.

Jin laughs. “We were having trouble getting in contact with our usual company, so we had to book a flight last minute, I guess now we know why.” He winces at his words.

You sit in silence, your ragged breaths echo in the otherwise empty bathroom, until you finally have the courage to ask the pair, “Where are the rest of your group?”

Jungkook looks like he’s going to cry. “We were separated.” Jin hugs the younger man.

Your stomach turns. Your thoughts drift to your family and you hope they are okay and this is only your nightmare to live through. You can’t imagine how it would feel to have them ripped away from you, and have no idea if they are hurt or worse.

“You’ll find them,” you offer empty promises.

“Yeah...”

---

After finally catching your breath, you pull your backpack off your shoulders, rummaging through the pockets for some snacks. You offer some chips and granola bars to the men as a peace offering.

“As you can probably tell, I’m not from here,” you take in a shaky breath, “Do you know how I can get to an embassy?”

“There’s an embassy in Seoul...”

You groan. “Do you know how far Seoul is from here?”

“A three hour drive, I think.” The oldest says.

You sigh, putting your head on your knees. You don’t want them to see you cry. After a while you feel warmth enveloping you as the men take a seat next to you, their shoulders against yours, sandwiching you between them. You all sit quietly and let yourselves mourn everything you’ve lost.

“Should we go look for them?” Jungkook speaks up after a long time.

“I don’t think anyone is going to come save us, might as well,” You say.

“We need a plan,” Jin says.

“We need to find weapons,” Jungkook adds.

---

Jungkook opens the bathroom door slowly, peaking around the corner. It’s quiet. He motions for you and Jin to follow him. You’ve all decided to head back to the plane.

“My suitcase!” you hug the bloody case to your body. “Sorry,” you whisper.

Jin motions to follow him. The three of you walk quietly through the airport. At a time like this you shouldn't be admiring the idols' beauty, but you can't help it. They are so good looking, even with bruises and cuts all over their bodies. And they both comforted you, their bodies still brushing up against yours as you walk in between them. Oh my god, why does the world have to end just for you to get some attention from your favorite musicians? How cruel is life!

You grab the idol's elbow and point to the sandwich shop to your left, whispering “knives?”

The three of you grab a knife each, and you take some more and stick them in your suitcase.

You make it all the way to the first terminal before you see another monster. There’s a girl missing half her face and a man with only one arm walking aimlessly around. They were passengers. Now they are two obstacles in your path to freedom. At least you outnumber them.

“Run?” Jungkook whispers to you and Jin.

You nod, and look to Jin who nods as well. And then you run.

Jungkook is a fast runner. Normally that would be a good thing, but he’s first to gain the monsters’ attention. They chase after him. You and Seokjin are not far behind. Jungkook swings his knife and slices the slower man, who stumbles to the ground. The half faced girl pounces on Jungkook, and you swing your suitcase right for her face. Seokjin is fighting the undead man off. You help the younger man to his feet.

“Than-” You push past him and crash into the undead girl again, pushing her away from the singer. She seems to have been a Jungkook fan in her old life, her attention focused only on him. Seokjin stabs the girl in the opening of her face and she falls to the ground. He is surprised when you hit him, falling to the ground and losing his knife, but he sees why as the undead man jumps on you. Jungkook pulls him off of you, and you jump to your feet. You place your suitcase on the growling undead man, your knee on top, and whisper an unnecessary apology before you stab him in the face.

---

“Seokjin?”

“Jungkook!”

You see bleach blonde hair peek out from behind the yellow slide as the three of you walk the tarmac. It’s sunny outside, you made it through the night.

The rest of BTS embrace the pair.

“See! I told you they would make it! It’s Jungkook, of course he would survive.”

“You’re covered in blood, oh my god.”

“We waited for you!”

Looks like they all made it, plus a handful of staff members and security. You’re happy for them. You stand off to the side, clutching your suitcase.

“Let’s go!”

They have a car! A black van parked right on the tarmac. You start walking towards the vehicle when a hand stops you, it’s the same man who helped you with your suitcase. You look at him incredulously as he blocks you while everyone else gets inside the car.

“Wait! Are you leaving me here?” You look at Jungkook and Jin.

The group starts arguing, you hope Jungkook and Jin are fighting on your behalf. You’re hopeful until you see them jump into the car, looking over at you apologetically.

‘Is this a fucking joke?’ “I might not have millions of adoring fans, but I have people who will miss me just as much if I die, okay?!” you yell at the group, shoving the security man who makes his way to the van.

“I have never been here before, I don’t even know where the fuck I am!” You latch on to the guard who tries to untangle himself out of your grasp. You’re close enough to hear the men and staff talking.

“-What about the embassy? We can take her there.”

“That’s out of the way, No! We need to get home.”

“We’re going to Seoul, we can drop her off-”

“We can’t waste a second, we have to get you all to safety-”

“Just so you know going to one of the most overpopulated cities in the country sounds like a suicide mission!” You interject.

“We need to go now before the sun sets!”

You put your body in the way of the door as the security man fits himself on the car’s floor, filling the car up. You grab for Jungkook’s sleeve, who sits in the corner, and security slaps your hand away.

��Don’t leave me! Please!”

“I’m sorry!”

“‘Sorry for killing you,’ great, what a great apology!” You cry and cry, as they close the door in your face, what else can you do? You watch as they all stare back at you behind the car glass with remorse filled eyes, some too ashamed to even look at you.

You bang on the windows as the engine starts, “You know I was a fan of you guys! I’m ARMY! Just so you know!” You scream. You can’t believe you’re being abandoned. You grab your suitcase and rummage through it while the van pulls away, and you take the lightstick you find and hurl it as hard as you can at their window before they drive away.

---

“Was that an army bomb?” Taehyung’s eyes go wide.

“She’s going to die, she’s going to die. We are just letting her die! She saved us both, Jin! You know she did!”

“She saved you guys?” Hoseok asks quietly.

“We saved her too!” The eldest man chastises his bandmate, but he looks distraught.

“We have to protect each other. We have to stick together.” Yoongi whispers.

The men fall into silence as they drive on the airport road.

“There is still no reception,” a manager says.

“Where are we going?” asks the idol leader.

“We’re going to Big Hit first. We tried to contact your families when we still had service, hopefully they made it there safely.”

The drive is quiet, only punctured by Namjoon’s grunts of pain from his newly swollen ankle when the car hits a bump in the road. The group is beaten up, but they all survived the scuffle at the airport.

The van makes it to the highway only to see it blocked with cars and filled with dead and undead bodies alike.

---

You sit on the airport runway, the sun's heat warms up your face and dries your tears. You look up to the sky and you scream at no one. You can already hear the low groaning of the undead coming closer to you, and you feel sick, you feel hurt, you feel angry at the world.

If you survive this, and if you ever meet BTS again, you plan on making this moment their worst regret!

---

Okay, looks like no main characters died yet, had to keep you on your toes, sorry! That being said, it could still happen, so you should let me know who you want me to spare ;). If you say Dev, you are now blocked!

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