#part of the reason i haven't animated in so long is 'cause i had something i was GOING to animate

[thethunderthedragonfruit]

i finished my cyclonus model so i figured i'd do a small interaction with tailgate as a warmup since it's been a while. i should do more small, looping animations like this. they're fun.

[pimpnchips]

Needed Me 2

Part 2

Natasha x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight smut, blow!job, slightly mean!

nat.

Summary: heated arguments with Natasha

Authors Note: I’m sorry it took me so fucking long to finish this, I'm okay! but I had major writers block and I wanted to make it good for you guys. I also wanted to put the daughter in here more.

Lena swung her head in your direction, "Mommy I want this one," she whined. The rack of stuffed animals sat on display as your daughter complained about how much she wanted the pink bunny.

"No baby, you remember what mama said."

Last night, Natasha talked to lena about behaving properly. Now that she's getting older you can't keep babying her and supplying all her wants after a tantrum or fit.

So Natasha decided on no extra things outside of the store list for a month so she can learn that you won't be able to get everything she asks for even if she decides on throwing a fit.

"Lena, no means no," scowls natasha. Carrying Mateo in his car seat with her left hand, "Pick her up detka — let's go."

You couldn't help but bite your lip at Natasha's authority

Seeing her do what she does best turned you on in so many ways you couldn't explain. You couldn't stay upset with her no matter how hard you 'tried'.

Heading to your shared bedroom last night, Natasha had a way with her words, instead of hate sex you made love.

You missed her warmth and her touch but there's nothing you miss more than how sexy she looked taking care of her family.

Yes, your wife is a lot of things but you know how deeply she cares for the three of you and if you didn't.. you wouldn't have taken her back.

-

You sighed in frustration, "I'm not trying to upset you baby"

"I never said you did," she muttered, gathering the clothes and putting them into the drawer across from you.

Which was a lie, you knew she was upset because you disagreed with her thoughts of not putting lena into school right now.

You brushed your fingers through her red hair trying your best to comfort her, "I understand there's a risk baby but I want her to have a normal child hood"

Natasha chuckles in disbelief,

"You understand nothing."

You scoff, "Natasha? She's my kid too so what don't I understand?" You started walking across the other side of the room away from her.

"Please, humor me." You sat down in the chair next to the open window, your hands slapping your knee as you sat down.

A blank stare on her face caused you to raise an eyebrow, bouncing your leg impatiently waiting for an answer.

It wasn't surprising that you and Natasha got into an argument today, it was always bound to happen. Sooner or later.

"You do shit like this all the time," she mumbles under her breath, trying to make it hard for you to hear.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Natasha?"

Your wife clutches the shirt in hand, more frustration clouding her eyes as she stares at you. She clearly didn't have an explanation, only acting on impulse.

"Am I the one who forged our divorce? If anybody does stupid shit it's you not me." You protest, rubbing your fingers on your temple.

But there's something about crawling under Natasha's skin that pumps you up. Toying with her is what got you here, having two of her kids and married to her for seven years.

She ignores your directed comment, "There's too many risks."

"She's not attending school and that's final," Natasha grumbled, her head was filled with your nagging comments.

"Nat -" you tried to reason with her.

"Don't" She growls, snapping her eyes up at you.

Your mouth clicks shut, "Sorry," you mumble. She knows how well you respond when she gets pissed off.

Sometimes you can't believe the effect Natasha has on you.

She knows your weaknesses and has no problem showing her mastery over you. Something you craved over the past few months, something a certain someone couldn't give you.

You haven't told Natasha, you figured if she ever found out a another woman came around the house, she'll probably kill the girl.

She's too possessive of you to share you with anyone else. It'll tear her ego down, make her seem like she doesn't have control anymore.

—

"What do you know about banana bread, bunny?" Natasha laughs, hearing your daughter talk about how much she loved the taste of the dessert at the dinner table.

Lena giggles with a wide smile, "Miss Maximoff always makes some for me and mommy" she grins, picking up her last nugget eating it innocently.

Fear was written across your faces as you avoided contact with your wife. Natasha furrows her eyebrows at you, mouthing something you couldn't quite pick up on.

You stood up, "Let's put you to bed baby."

Natasha stared daggers at you, continuing to watch you walk away but you tried your best to not turn around.

The anticipation of waiting for you to get back sent nat over the edge causing her to throw everything off her desk.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

You heard nat scream through the door as your hand hovered over the door nob. You took a short breath to get yourself together before entering.

The door shut behind you, Natasha turned around instantly averting all of her attention to you.

"Natasha"

Before you could finish your sentence, she already had her hand wrapped around your neck causing you to inhale shakily, "Please baby."

Your wife clenched her jaw, staring into your eyes making you feel small under her grasp.

"Did she fuck you?" For a moment you saw her eyes darken, her hands starting to grip tighter forcing you to answer her question with a quivering voice, "No"

She released her hand, slamming it on the wall beside you, "Don't fucking lie to me!"

Your eyes welled up with tears and your body shook at the sudden movement she made. You and Wanda didn't have anything special she was nice but she was too nice for you.

You needed something stronger, you wanted Natasha hence why you never went further than a kiss on the cheek. But in this moment something clicked in you.

You needed her.

You looked up at the red head, moving down onto your knees. You wanted Natasha to know that you were hers and no one else's.

"Get up," she gritted.

Ignoring her statement you unbuttoned her pants pulling it lower until her underwear came off. Her dick sprung free ready to be sucked by you.

After a long pause, she moved forward grabbing your head forcing her cock into your mouth. Your tongue sliding along her length as you bobbed your head up and down. She groaned, holding onto the wall, "She could never fill you up like this" she said between pants.

You locked eyes with your wife who was watching you with pure lust in her gaze. Natasha cleared her throat, cock twitching from her own thoughts.

"You don't deserve my cock, detka."

She smiles at the whimpers that escaped you. Her hips started to move and you moaned.

"You shouldn't be sucking dick like a slutty little whore"

Tearing your gaze away from the cock, which was dripping with pre cum, you stared straight into her piercing orbs.

"We didn't have sex, Natty." You whispered, voice mildly hoarse already.

Natasha's face was flushed, cock weeping precum still.

She hadn't realized how close she was to coming until you stopped. "I know.you wouldn't do that to me," was all she uttered as you moved to take her again.

Natasha groaned, every word dying on her lips as your mouth was back on her cock. "Oh...just like that detka... fuck your mouth takes me so well..." You glanced upwards, watching her throat bob as she tilted her head completely back. A low, husky moan left her lips as you swallowed.

The sound of your daughter's voice from down the hall made you pull back. Saliva and cum dripping down your face as Natasha groaned at the sight, painting your face with her milk-white cum.

She forced your mouth open with her hand, releasing the rest of her cum into your mouth. Seeing you drop to your knees for her and pleasing her needs without asking made her proud. It made her thirst for you more.

You quickly got off your knees in a hurry, rolling your eyes at your crazed wife for making a mess of your face while trying to get up.

"Put your dick in your pants before your daughter comes in here" you whispered by her ear, a demanding tone that surprised natasha.

Quickly walking to the bathroom to clean your face, the sound of your daughter's voice getting closer to the room startled Natasha as she buckled up her pants.

"Mama, where's mommy? I can't sleep" Her hair was all over her head, fingers rubbing her tired eyes.

You shouted from the bathroom, "Mommy's coming baby!"

You threw your face towel down, walking out of the bathroom being met with Natasha sitting on the bed with the little girl tracing her tattoos, her head on her mama's chest.

Lena looked up with a smile making your heartmelt at the sight. "Why was mama screaming earlier?" She questioned, tilting her head.

Natasha bursted into laughter, you quickly sent her a pointed look causing her to quiet down. You sighed at your daughters question, "Nothing love, I was helping her with something"

Lena was even more confused than before, it was written all over her face but she shrugged her shoulders letting it go.

Nat smiled at her confusions, leaning down to kiss the temple of her head.

You smiled at the interaction it made you realize no matter the fights or arguments you and Natasha will have she'll forever be here to love you and the kids.

And you'll always love Natasha.

Even if that meant you needed her more than she needed you.

Needed Me

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[nadas-dirthalen]

I Saw Solas's Origin in an Achievement Icon and It Opened My Eyes on 15 Years of Lore

— PART SEVEN: if you haven't read previous parts, do it now! —

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Welcome, friends and travellers! I wanted to get some thoughts recorded before Veilguard's release so I could see if I am right about an absolute BOATLOAD of theories I have.

In short: I saw the achievement list when it was released. I have seen the backstory hints for Solas included in said list. AND MY MIND WAS BLOWN.

You have been warned: THIS COLLECTION OF THEORIES INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR EVERY DRAGON AGE GAME AND ALL PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL UP TO AND INCLUDING OCTOBER 18, 2024.

Come sit down with me. Make a nice cup of tea (and hide it from Solas). We've got a lot of unpacking to do.

(Image from Brianne Battye's Won't Know When. it's a great read! not the spoiler, though.)

Today's Discussion: The Tragedy of the Evanuris (3/3)

— Pestilent Doom Upon All the World —

Welcome back! If you're new here, go read all the other parts. Yes, I know there are six of them. There's a reason there are six of them! The context is building as we go, I promise.

If you made it this far, you're a hero. Thanks for bearing with me through the muddled chronology of the earlier Evanuris. I promise: it matters, for when we get to Solas in future (soon!!) instalments.

Now, the most immediate threat to Thedas: the blight. We know the story of Ancient Elvhenan ends (in one sense) with Solas creating the Veil, sealing the Evanuris in their prisons, keeping the blight from consuming all Thedas. We know that the blight involves red lyrium, but not how it involves red lyrium. We know that Ghilan'nain and Andruil have had contact with it, but not how.

The truth is: all the Evanuris are guilty, in their own way. Ghilan'nain's and Andruil's story is only part of the blight's story—and figuring out the rest of it will piece together some of the final gaps in the puzzle that is Solas Dragonage.

Let's begin.

"Blackened Hearts" and Portents of Doom

Pestilent Hate

"Banal Malas Elgara" — What WAS the Blight's Beginning?

Andruil: Huntress of the Void

Mythal: Intervention, Too Late

Ghilan'nain: Mother of Monsters, Who Once Was Most Sensitive

One Mistake Becomes Everyone's Weapon

"Blackened Hearts" and Portents of Doom

There is a reason I went over all the Evanuris, even the ones not most immediately related to Veilguard. It was to establish a pattern: the Evanuris all harvested from the Titans to do horrible experiments on both spirits and corporeal people.

The Titans are living organisms. We see Shaper Valta describe their song as "breathing." Red lyrium contains the Blight, and the Blight only affects living things. We even see red lyrium growing in the Fade.

There is not an Evanuris among the bunch who is not guilty of taking from the Forgotten Ones. Mythal mined their bodies for lyrium, which she made into people. Sylaise and June did the same, each with their own horrible experiments. Elgar'nan took it one step further, sundering spirits under his domain. Dirthamen shoved additional spirits/demons into the bodies of his worshippers—and animals, trees, etc. Falon'Din may have made it his mission to kill all Titans entirely, but blackened their hearts instead (we'll get into the meaning of that very shortly).

Not only do these actions solidify Solas's motivations for imprisoning all of the Evanuris, regardless of the blight that would threaten everything—it also sets the stage for that blight to emerge.

Every Evanuris did something that could have prompted the blight's beginning. Their wretched crimes doomed all of Thedas. It's just a matter of figuring out the exact moment that doom took shape.

Long has it been debated in the DA fandom about whether red lyrium began the blights, or whether the blights caused red lyrium to start growing within the Titans. I could not decide which argument I believed more...

Until I saw Solas's Manifestation memory icon, and then read World of Thedas.

Pestilent Hate

Remember how I said a couple of times before that the Titans are named similarly to spirits/demons in World of Thedas?

Long have many of us in the fandom wailed over the fact that Spite is on this list. But I think that, collectively, most of us overlooked Pestilence.

Let us go over what we know. According to both the Chant of Light and the Dwarven faith and ancient elvhen texts, Titans shaped the world. They are living beings, whose blood is everywhere. They are named in the same fashion as spirits, and can evidently be "turned" in the same ways as spirits, likely because all spirits are formed from Titans' thoughts.

All four of these Forgotten Ones have been "turned." We also know that what "turns" a spirit in Thedas is trauma: usually the trauma of passing through the Veil.

Seeing the name Pestilence, I checked my theory against all other sources available to me, starting with what we know of the blight thus far.

Ancient elven sources refer to the blight as a plague that spread through Andruil's lands (more on that later). Again, it is mentioned as a plague in a blood-memory on a Tevinter statue. The Chant of Light also makes mention of the word "plague:"

There in the depths of the earth they dwelled, Spreading their taint as a plague, growing in number Until they were a multitude.

But I wanted to go one step further. I wanted to see if pestilence would be mentioned explicitly, in any way that might point it back to the Forgotten Ones.

(17) The Seven struck against the Archon With all their twisted magic, But no pestilent hate could turn aside Tevinter's Ferryman. (18) Across the plain, the Archon saw, Where the defilers stood, corruption, Blackness all consuming, Threatened to engulf his land and all his people. With fire and lightning he strove To cleanse the spreading poison from the earth, To no avail. Magic could not undo What evil had done.

There: the Seven (the Magisters Sidereal, the ones who went to the Blackened City) turned pestilent hate against the Archon when he tried to stop them. That magic is then described as defiled, corrupted, a blackness all consuming, threatening to engulf his land and all his people. It is likened to poison spreading through the earth—which we now know can be interpreted as the Titans' domain.

But magic could not undo what evil had done, in much the same way that flinging fire and lightning at a demon will not persuade it to revert back to its former, friendly nature.

I do not believe the Magisters were the first ones to bring the blight to what would become the Silent Plains. In fact, I do not believe that to necessarily be Andruil, either, who famously stalked the Void to hunt the Forgotten Ones.

I think the real culprit comes sooner: the foundation of every Evanuris atrocity.

The mining of Titans for people.

"Banal Malas Elgara" — What WAS the Blight's Beginning?

One of the first songs I posted about, way back in part 2 of this series, may hold the key to our entire understanding of the Blight.

Ir sa tel'nal Mythal las ma theneras Ir san'a emma Him solas evanuris Da'durgen'lin Banal malas elgara Bellanaris, bellanaris.

Isatunoll Mythal gives you dreams Lyrium within Becomes Solas Evanuris Little stone boy...

Here is where I paused, because I remembered something about the elven language: a word that does not appear in this song, but is cited in World of Thedas vol 1. Something I had not considered, even when I wrote part 2 of this theory, because the realizations are happening that fast.

Banalhan: "This place of nothing," the Elven name for the Blight, or, rather, where the Blight comes from.

If "Banalhan" is where the Blight comes from, and "-an" is the suffix that denotes a place name, then what is the root word for Blight?

Banal.

The rest of the song would then become:

Blight you give to the Many-Spirit (Titan) Forever, forever.

Oh.

But hang on a moment: we don't see Mythal wielding the Blight like Ghilan'nain is in Veilguard. We haven't seen her do it even once! In fact, Solas describes Mythal as the lone voice of reason among the Evanuris, and laments the fact that the others killed her.

Mythal is known not for her greed, nor her impulsivity, but her wisdom and restraint. It makes me think that this codex about the ancient elves sealing the Deep Roads belongs in this portion of the Evanuris's history: before the rise of Ghilan'nain, and before the end was near.

In the light of the veilfire, the runes seem to shift, coiling and uncoiling like snakes. A thunderous voice shatters the stillness, shouting: "Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!" For a moment, the scent of blood fills the air, and there is a vivid image of green vines growing and enveloping a sphere of fire.

Part one seems to be what we know: Mythal struck down the Titans and farmed people. But then?

The vision grows dark. An aeon seems to pass. Then the runes crackle, as if filled with an angry energy. A new vision appears: elves collapsing caverns, sealing the Deep Roads with stone and magic. Terror, heart-pounding, ice-cold, as the last of the spells is cast.

Elves hurriedly sealing the Deep Roads. Terror, as the last of the spells is cast. We know that Terror is the name of one of the Forgotten Ones, and I would imagine that this codex describes that Titan turning.

But if this Forgotten One is Terror? What came next confused me, for a time.

A voice whispers: "What the Evanuris in their greed could unleash would end us all. Let this place be forgotten. Let no one wake its anger. The People must rise before their false gods destroy them all."

This is the exact same language that's getting used about the blight in Veilguard—namely, by Solas, who hinted at this concept in Inquisition as well. The blight threatens to end all creation, so what is it doing associated with Terror, not Pestilence?

"Pestilent hate" does not refer only to Pestilence's hatred. It refers to hatred that spreads like pestilence, from those "blackened hearts" of the Titans.

Many have thought of it before I: the blight is the Titans' defence mechanism against the Evanuris's war effort and subsequent crimes.

Mythal was wise enough to seal it all away. But the others?

Andruil: Huntress of the Void

Many of you are already familiar with Andruil, and so I will be brief.

Before I dive into the blight material, I'd like to draw quick mention to: yup, Andruil was also taking spirits. She took the "screams of the south wind," which I am going to interpret means "spirits of the Fade in the south."

She took the gathering storm, trapped its fury in golden limbs, and strung it with the screams of the south wind. Andruil, blood and force, your people pray to you. Grant that your eye may not fall upon us. Spare us the moment we become Your prey.

Since we know that the Titans are un-sundered in her time, this does still count as stealing from the Forgotten Ones in the same way as mining lyrium does.

Back to the blight, and to the hunting codices that many of us know and love.

One day Andruil grew tired of hunting mortal men and beasts. She began stalking the Forgotten Ones, wicked things that thrive in the abyss. Yet even a god should not linger there, and each time she entered the Void, Andruil suffered longer and longer periods of madness after returning.

I want to draw attention to this first paragraph because of the mention of its timing. Prior to this codex, the Evanuris loved fighting the Titans! They loved mining the Titans for lyrium! For people! This is the first mention we see of venturing to the Abyss being an inadvisable thing to do. This tells me she went after the Titans became "wicked things." Now, there was a danger. Now, there was blight.

Andruil put on armor made of the Void, and all forgot her true face. She made weapons of darkness, and plague ate her lands. She howled things meant to be forgotten, and the other gods became fearful Andruil would hunt them in turn.

Important to note: the wiki lists that darkness and taint/blight are the same thing. Additionally, Andruil howled things meant to be forgotten. Knowing what we know now about lyrium, and about how darkspawn hear a unique calling—I'm going to wager that Andruil heard the songs of these twisted/tainted Titans, whether or not that counts as the Calling.

Plague ate her lands. We know "lands" refers to Titans (remember that Elgar'nan was asked to tame the land). Therefore: plague (blight) ravaged the Titan of her domain.

Most importantly: the other gods became fearful Andruil would hunt them. They weren't afraid of that before. It means she must have changed.

(I'm not going to discuss the lyrium armor at this point; every Evanuris has done many a Lyrium Crime, and I do not think there's anything super substantive in Andruil wearing lyrium armor, save for the fact that it is probably red, as her art in The Missing [comic image pictured above] suggests.)

My key takeaway is: Andruil did not create the blight, nor did she discover it. The Evanuris knew about the blight, and Mythal's elves had tried to seal it away. Andruil's crime is that she stalked the Forgotten Ones again, bringing the blight back to the pantheon.

Mythal: Intervention, Too Late?

Remember that Solas refers to Mythal as the lone voice of reason among the Evanuris? He was likely referring to what came next in that codex.

So Mythal spread rumors of a monstrous creature and took the form of a great serpent, waiting for Andruil at the base of a mountain. When Andruil came, Mythal sprang on the hunter. They fought for three days and nights, Andruil slashing deep gouges in the serpent's hide. But Mythal's magic sapped Andruil's strength, and stole her knowledge of how to find the Void. After this, the great hunter could never make her way back to the abyss, and peace returned.

We all know the point of this codex: that Mythal stepped in to intervene when Andruil came back carrying the blight. I want to draw attention to a few key facts here.

Mythal is clearly using lyrium/Titan-based magic, while Andruil is using the "air"/Fade-based magic. Remember that Andruil's bow was strung with screams from the wind: this is that. Mythal's magic counters Andruil's, just like templars' magic counters mages' magic.

Mythal then takes Andruil's memories away from her with this lyrium-based magic. The only way that we are aware of how to do that is by then Shaping the memory into the Stone. This is where a lot of people link Andruil, Sera, and the Small Painted Box found in Origins and referenced in Sera's dialogue (another theory I have no time to elaborate on—I am positive it is located somewhere, if you go hunting!)

Andruil is never mentioned as getting these memories back. But that does not mean that knowledge of the blight halted there.

In fact... Andruil raised up a mortal to the ranks of the Evanuris, just like Mythal did for Solas. Since we know Solas's origin. . .

Ghilan'nain: Mother of Monsters, Who Was Once Most Sensitive

"As you were raised up from mortal men to stand with our Creators, our Makers, so raise me up now to defend this world." — Inquisitor Ameridan

Ghilan'nain is oft cited as a follower of Andruil. We know, though, from the stories of Mythal, Falon'Din, Sylaise, and even June, that followers of the Evanuris do not necessarily mean mortals who chose to follow them. Rather, we know that follower most often means creation.

Ghilan'nain is a creation of Andruil, who created many monsters for Andruil to hunt. In fact, as the goddess of sacrifice, that seems to be what Andruil wanted the most from her "followers."

My most important question is: where did Ghilan'nain come from, to make her the way that she is? It's likeliest that Solas came from the same Titan that Mythal initially locked away (or another similarly blighted Titan). Yet, Solas is not... Like That™, the way Ghilan'nain is.

(AKA, I don't see him sliding around on tentacles, creating all manner of horrors under 12 different mountains in Nevarra.)

Ghilan'nain seems to be the strongest proponent of and most skilled wielder of blight magic among the Evanuris. I think it has everything to do with the Titan she came from. And I think we can guess at which one that is, based on a few key details.

First, we know that the Titan Mythal sealed away was likely Terror. Second, we have a codex from another of the Forgotten Ones: Geldauran.

There are no gods. There is only the subject and the object, the actor and the acted upon. Those with will to earn dominance over others gain title not by nature but by deed. I am Geldauran, and I refuse those who would exert will upon me. Let Andruil's bow crack, let June's fire grow cold. Let them build temples and lure the faithful with promises. Their pride will consume them, and I, forgotten, will claim power of my own, apart from them until I strike in mastery.

Geldauran is speaking out against specifically two of the Evanuris: Andruil and June. If Geldauran had first been mined by Mythal, wouldn't Mythal's name also have been mentioned, as Mythal's horrors are the first among the Evanuris (as far as I can tell)?

But no: there are only two mentioned here. I believe Andruil and June, therefore, were both mining from Geldauran.

What was Ghilan'nain doing, before joining the Evanuris? Staying away from all the elvhen, creating.

Ghilan'nain kept herself apart from the People. She used her power to create animals none had ever seen.

I'm imagining this means she is hanging out nearby her Titan, down in the Abyss.

The skies teemed with her monsters, the land with her beasts.

And this? We know skies means the Fade, full of her monsters. What monsters are known to inhabit the Fade? Demons. As for the land, that's the Titans' domain, and it encapsulates every other creature: anything corporeal.

Andruil hunted them all, and after a year of killing, approached Ghilan'nain with an offer: the gods would share their power with Ghilan'nain, but only if she destroyed her creations, for they were too untamed to remain among the People. Ghilan'nain agreed and asked for three days to undo what she had made.

The creations were hurting the elvhen: the Evanuris's other creations. Their other property. And so Ghilan'nain, spirit of Geldauran, was asked to leave the Titan's domain, promised the power of the Evanuris instead.

(We won't go over the "which monsters did she kill and why did Pride stop her hand" here, because it is not relevant for a discussion of the blight, except to say that griffons are peculiarly resistant to the blight.)

Let's assume that this Titan, Geldauran, was a spirit of Creation, or something similar.

What is the opposite of creation? Life? Pestilence.

While I believe that the blight is the defence mechanism of every injured or angered Titan, I believe that Pestilence affords Ghilan'nain with different abilities than the other Evanuris, save for June/June's domain (who, also, as Architect? 100% was "improving upon" his own creations with what sounds like the fires of a forge).

This is also why I think that Ghilan'nain and Andruil's relationship matters as much as it does. I'm not the first to speculate that it's Andruil making up Ghilan'nain's second torso. I'm not the first one to have latched on to how Solas said Ghilan'nain was, "most sensitive of us."

Conclusion? Ghilan'nain did not invent the blight. Once, she may have even created beautiful creatures on purpose.

I believe that there may have been a point where Ghilan'nain tried to cure Andruil of the blight. A point where she was more aligned with Creation/Healing than Pestilence. Where what she wanted was to populate the world with good things, healthy things. The halla we see in the open world (not the insectoid monstrosities painted in Hormak and other temples). The griffons, maybe.

But somewhere along the way—perhaps even because of Andruil hunting her Titan—Ghilan'nain changed. And when she changed, (re)discovering the blight as it was brought back by Andruil?

No one could keep it a secret any longer. And if there is one thing we know about the Evanuris, it is that every single one of them has done unspeakable acts in the name of augmenting the lives of their creations, to the detriment of everything and everyone else.

Thirst for power among the Evanuris would threaten to blight the world, and it was all of their fault at once.

One Mistake Becomes Everyone's Weapon

This—THIS is why I spent 6,000 words going over the other Evanuris. Because the blight is not the fault of just Andruil, or just Ghilan'nain, as so many of us believed for so long.

In fact, the blight sounds like it first made its appearance because of Mythal. Mythal, the only one to turn away from it and try to keep others away from it, lest everything else be destroyed.

Every single other Evanuris has expressed nothing but interest in it, that we have seen. Elgar'nan is using it in Veilguard, from what we know. Falon'Din maybe wanted every Titan to die, not live in peace. Dirthamen might have tricked the Magisters Sidereal into entering the Golden City just to blight them all and escape himself. Sylaise and June both pushed their creations to the limits of what is possible, bending life to their command and their image.

Every single one of them had an archdemon. A blighted dragon. All but Mythal (that we know of).

THIS is why Solas cannot stop with just imprisoning Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan, or Ghil and Elgar'nan and Andruil, or even any six of the seven.

The tragedy of the Evanuris is that every single one of the pantheon was unstoppable in their greed. Every single Evanuris caused the events that led to the blight. Every single Evanuris ignored Mythal's warnings.

And they all killed her, in the end.

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AAAAA THANK YOU for reading this far, AGAIN, if you have! I'm trying to finish up the entirety of my theory collection before Veilguard drops, so stay tuned!

Also: I am essentially FULLY OFFLINE to try and avoid game spoilers! As these reviews have just gone live today (10/28), I am not reading my notifications/replies, and am appearing here only to continue posting my theories. I have heard that the embargo has been broken at least once already and I refuse to risk it, so I will respond to messages and notifications once I have played Veilguard for a bit.

(Mutuals, if you need me, you may DM me, as long as you do not mention the reviews in any capacity.)

This series is close to its end. It should wrap up after 9 or 10 parts in total.

Coming Up Next: The Story of Solas Evanuris, Da'Durgen'lin.

[seb-reads31]

Hi! Can you do a head cannon for how the various women of Hazbin hotel would confess their feelings to/ask out a clearly shy reader who's never had a partner before and they know?

Tw's - Cursing (it's hell so hush), mentions if fighting, Velvette threatening Val's 🍆, me sucking at pet names✨, spoilers (duh), injury to reader and others, let me know if there are any more!

Type - head canons

Genre - Fluff

Comments - Awww, this sounds very wholesome 🥰🥰 so of course I'll do this! In this Charlie and Vaggie are just besties, also, implied fem!reader for Vaggie, and implied male!reader for Nifty, the rest are gn!readers. (I didn't know if you wanted me to do the angels too so I just did the demons, let me know if you want a part 2 for the angels) SPOILERS FOR SEASON ONE OF HAZBIN HOTEL‼️ IF YOU'RE FINE WITH SPOILERS OR ALREADY KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING THEN FEEL FREE TO CONTINUE <33

Sweet, shy thing~

Charlie

- Remember how she was panicking in episode 5 when extermination day was about a month away and stayed up all night?

- Yeah, she did something similar to that when it came to asking you out lmao

- She also ended up enlisting the help of Vaggie (Angel Dust joined in because he was getting a little aggravated with how much you two danced around with each other 😭)

- Vaggie and Angel both gave Charlie a very.. straight forward approach to confessing which she knew wouldn't work out in her or your favors, but kept their advice in mind

- The best helper of them all would be Husk (who else) who told her to just be as sweet as possible and to be both straightforward (like Vaggie and Angel said) but not enough to scare you

- She took his advice with great confidence, and finally did it.

- She's asking you out!

- She grabbed a plush of your favorite animal, and a singular flower, a Lilly of the Valley

- Why that one? Because it means hope. Hope that you return her feelings, hope that all goes right with your possible relationship, and hope that you both survive the upcoming extermination.

- With all of that in mind, she gives the items to you, her hands shaking, eyes shut, and the most furious blush upon her red spotted cheeks

- She explains when, how, and what caused her to fall for you, and why she's giving you this flower

- When she finally looks at you, the last thing she's expecting is to see tears brim your eyes, the slight shake in your body as you hold the stuffed animal and flower close to your body

- She nearly has a panic attack! She starts stumbling over her words, begging for you to not hate her, asking if you both could still be friends, not stopping her words until you suddenly lean forwards and hug her, tightly

- You silently whisper in her ear that you like her too, but haven't been in a relationship before, not that she didn't know that already. But you wanted to wait until after the extermination to really give it a try

- As saddened as she was hearing you wanted to wait after the extermination, where anything could happen, she would wait as long as you wanted her to

Vaggie

- Normally I wouldn't decide what the readers background is, but for Vaggie you both were great friends in heaven, you just not being an exterminator

- Instead, you decided to fall from grace as soon as you heard the reason why Vaggie never came back from that extermination..

- No one up in heaven had known what you were planning until it was already done

- Vaggie only knew what you did till she discovered you one day while out and about with Charlie, casually hanging out and discussing how to promote the hotel more

- She obviously asked what happened, and she fell for you once you explain your reasoning

- The many thoughts of how she would confess to you would run through her mind as you did something she found so cute subconsciously

- She was already friends with you in heaven, and knew your mannerisms like the back of her hand

- And the only thing she could think of was the classic "I like you, and want to take you on a date. [Yes] [No]"

- Why? Because it's simple, straight to the point, but also giving you space to decide what you want to do without the pressure of her being there

- She slips it under your bedroom door, knocks, then silently runs away

- She had to do something, ANYTHING to get her mind off of your response so she spent several hours working with Charlie discussing trust exercises

- It was the end of the day when she finally returned to her bedroom, she remembered the note as it sat on her bed, crisply folded. Just how she gave it to you

- That made her a little.. nervous, but she opened it..

- "I like you, and want to take you on a date. [Yes] [No]"

- Holy shit.. YOU SAID YES-

- Ahem, you said yes, and now she is taking you on a date. Where's Charlie-

- She needs to tell her bestest friend that she's going on a date with the most beautiful creature in all of hell

Velvette

- She uh

- She's something ngl

- Velvette is very straightforward and brash person

- And we could tell that with the overlord meeting

- Let's say you work for her as an assistant or scheduler

- So you're always by her side, which means you spend a decent time around the other V's

- And as much as she enjoys the chaos those two bring, she gets fed up with it. ESPECIALLY Val's temper tantrums

- His tantrums include bursting into her workshop, ripping apart her models, her clothes, and just wrecking everything he declares in his way

- Unfortunately, you ended up being caught up in his tantrum. Good news, you didn't die. Bad news, your limbs were.. broken. Just a couple though, like an arm, several ribs, nose, all that jazz

- Velvette happened to hear the commotion and walked in, and saw him looming over you

- She felt her body freeze from your current state, how battered and bruised you were, your arm bending in an impossible direction, your labored breathing as you just clenched your eyes and accepted the fate Val was planning on handing to you..

- That is until Velvette fucking EXPLODES on Val, threatening to chop off his 🍆 if he didn't leave and calm tf down before she made him

- Everyone feels a chill run down their spine as she lets out more curses towards Val as she stomped towards you, demanding someone call a doctor (if they even have those in hell) and to fix everything or so help them-

- ..let's just say Val is more careful with his tantrums and everyone realized that Velvette is the scariest V when angry

- When you were finally bandaged up and resting in a bed she calmed down and really took a deep breath, and came to a realization

- She had never been that pissed that Valentino had nearly mutilated one of her employees.. what made you so different.?

- Then it hit her like a truck

- She liked you, and she didn't realize it until she almost lost you

- All of the times you did something so small for her, but it made a big difference to her was all she needed to know that you were meant for her, and that hopefully she was meant for you..

- The second you wake up you see Velvette, who lets out a sigh and gives you the softest look you have ever seen on her since you began working for the V's

- She slowly reached her hand forwards, cupped your cheek, and whispered how sorry she was for not being there to protect you

- Your cheek warmed up in her hand, not expecting the vulnerability she showed you, not to mention the worry and sorrow that covered her face

- Gently leaning into her touch, you tell her it's okay, and that you would be fine. You always were, weren't you?

- Chuckling, she shifts her face from sadness to a look of endearment. She had to confess now, otherwise she may lose her chance again

- Sighing softly, Velvette whispered her confession, of how much she adores you, appreciates your patience with her, how strong you were when it came to Valentino's rampage, and just you as a whole

- Velvette closed her eyes, halfway expecting rejection, but only opens her eyes again when she feels something wet run down her hand, the hand still on your cheek that's now very, very warm

- As she opens her eyes, she's met with a teary eyed you, cheeks ablaze with a blush so fierce

- You muttered something so softly she almost didn't catch it, almost. "I-I.. feel the same way, Velvette.."

Niffty

- This woman doesn't like you

- Let's get that out of the way 😭

- She's into bad boys (like Val and Alastor)

- The reader being shy doesn't scream "bad boy" to her whatsoever

- Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk <33

Carmilla

- She's very reserved about her feelings

- And she kinda has to be, especially when it comes to keeping her daughters safe

- But now.. she has to keep you safe too

- She had added you to her little crew a couple of exterminations ago after her daughters had discovered you running away from an exorcist, managing to fend it off long enough to help you get away

- And as an expression of your gratitude for what Carmilla's daughters did, you made a contract with Carmilla, pledging to try and protect her and her daughters to the best of your ability to repay their kindness for a random sinner

- Carmilla didn't even think much of you at first, and almost refused your offer, but didn't see the harm

- She doesn't regret it, if anything, she's very happy she did however

- You kept your word and did more than she ever expected you to do

- You always accompanied her daughters to shipments, and even had to step in a couple of times because someone got a bright idea

- You may've been shy, but you owed them your life, and you planned on never letting them come to harm under your watch

- Carmilla appreciated it, greatly. Her girls have showed how much they've cared about you. Almost treating you like their second parent alongside her

- She didn't realize it, but you were growing on her too, just not in the same way as her daughters.

- She.. fell in love with you.. in hell of all places

- Strange, but not completely taboo

- She just wasn't expecting it to happen to her, and with you

- She wasn't quite sure how to go about it, knowing your surprisingly shy nature (despite how fierce you can be when it comes to her daughters)

- But she figures it out

- Her plan being that she will invite you to a "meeting" in a very nice restaurant

- She dresses up even, with her daughters assistance who are very much on board with you hopefully being their 2nd parent, and gets a private room for the both of you

- In that private room, as you both eat your meals, she confesses

- She tells you how much she appreciates you, and how you protect her daughters with your life, how sweet you are, how loyal, how brave you are

- She tells you that and more, including how and why she fell for you, hoping silently that you felt the same so this dinner didn't become incredibly awkward

- She looks everywhere but at you as she tells you these things, too nervous to look you in the eyes, but when she finishes and she's left in silence she finally does

- And all she can see is how flushed your face became, how you're looking down at your lap with the dopiest grin stretching across your face

- Then you mumble something, she doesn't hear it the first time so she leans in, silently asking for you to say it again

- "I-I.. I fell for you t-too, Carmilla.."

- Her heart does a flip, several, actually

- Her face flushes slightly, her larger hand reaching across the table to lift your face up, softly stroking your cheek

- "Words could never express how happy that makes me, mi amor.."

- (translation, "my love.." I couldn't think of anything better, send me a list of some cute names she would use I beg of you 🙏🙏)

[spot-of-tea]

Okay headcanon time.

So for ages I’ve always wondered whether magic can be inherited or not. So like if your parents are powerful wizards chances are you’ll be one too. So the main reason I've always thought this is due to the fact that whenever you see a powerful character and are then introduced to a family members of theirs, that family member is as powerful or more so.

And I have examples. But I am gonna put a read more cause this is gonna get looooooong.

There's also gonna be spoilers beyond this point if you haven't watched the anime or read the manga.

So first off Laxus is a powerful wizard, he's an s-class wizard at a young age. While you could always say that that is due to his lacrima, I've always believed him to have the potential for powerful magic but because he was born sickly he could never fully achieve it. But then you look at his family and both his dad and grandfather are both powerful wizards. I mean Makarov is a wizard saint, not many get more powerful than that. Even looking back further, while we don't see the full extent of Yuri's magic in action he does appear to be somewhat powerful from the get go.

Then we move onto Cana. Guildarts is considered the most powerful member of Fairytail, the top ranked S-class mage who was even allowed to try a 100 years quest. Cana has shown multiple times how powerful she is, she's the only person in the guild whos been able to wield fairy glitter.

Then we have Erza, now from the very beginning Erza is shown to be an absolute powerhouse, from meeting her it would be easy to assume that she gained her power through grit and determination. However, we are then introduced to one Irene Belserion. Now Irene is cast as a pretty badass person from the start so you can definitely see where Erza gets parts of her personality from. Magically speaking Irene is said to be one of the top members of the spriggan twelve. Now when we first meet a member of the spriggan twelve we meet Brandish who is most likely one of the less powerful ones, but still her magic is described as overwhelming, so Irene's magic must be even more so.

Now Lucy is an interesting case, while Layla did in fact open (and likely closed) the eclipse gate on her own when it required both Lucy and Yukino to do so later, she (if I remember correctly) also had a pre-existing condition which made her magic less powerful? That being said it's shown that she was already a remarkable wizard and even held the respect of Aquarius who seems to have taken her death very hard. Going further back though we also have Anna Heartfilia, Lucy's ancestor. She's described as being one of the most powerful celestial spirit mage of all time.

Now finally while we don't ever learn about their parents or see if either was canonically powerful. I feel it's safe to assume that at least one of their parents was quite powerful. Natsu and Zeref are revealed to be canonically siblings. Now before we get this reveal you would assume that Zeref is only that powerful because of how long he's been alive for and has accumulated that power over the centuries. But we can then assume that he was already pretty powerful at a young age, I imagine had things worked out he would've used the eclipse gate himself instead of teaming up with Anna. We also see that Natsu is already one of Fairytail's powerhouses (honestly why he's not S-class yet is something I'll never understand). So I can imagine that the both of them had the potential for being powerful wizards long before either of them cast their first spell.

Whew. okay I'm done, I'm sorry this got so long, it's been bugging me for so long. I do want to stress that this may not be 100% accurate but this is just my own interpretation and headcanon.

But yeh let me know what you think and if you want to add anything else to this go ahead, I'm always interested to hear what others have to say.

[lazyollie]

\\My opinion about tfp ships\\

Tfp fandom is much bigger than tfa fandom. I can understand it, because It's old, bad animated and has boring story-line. I've already made 'My opinion about tfa ships' so I think It's time to make tfp version of this.

Before I would start let me make it clear. It's my opinion. If you think different, please don't attack me with hate comments. However, I think people who use tumblr are much calmer than most of the people on Tiktok but nevermind..

Optimus Prime x Megatron

Uhh ohh. This is the basic one, which almost everyone ships from the fandom. In my opinion, they could have been something like lovers to enemies.

[Headcanon]: Optimus might've been in love with Megatron when they were just Orion and Megatronus. But the power and fame parted them away and Megatronus started hating him for taking it from him. Maybe that's why Optimus was always compassionate with him because he was still in love with him. He tried to get Megatronus to became lovers/friends again. Until of course when Megatronus started to hurt his loved ones he stopped trying.

I mean I can belive that that's what happening behind the story line.

I absolutely adore them. I mean I can understand why people ship them. They have somekind of dinamic what I can't just ignore. There's something in the background we don't know about that's what I tell you guys.

Optimus Prime x Ratchet

Staying by Optimus there is another ship. The Optimus x Ratchet ship. Well, I'm not really keen on for this ship. I just can't see more into their friendship.

In my opinion, they are perfectly matching with each other's energy. They know each other for so long. Helping to the other is also a plus point.

People have every reason why this might be more than just a friendship. Maybe I just can't see through the show. Please let me know if there are facts I'm missing out. Nevermind. Next.

Arcee x Airachnid

Now to have some females in this blog let's write about this one. I'm really scared of this one.

Airachnid only shows interest for woman in this series (I think). The way she talks with Arcee and touches her few times is absolutely suspicious. She's the closest one to be lesbian.

On the other hand, Airachnid kidnapped her, tortured her, killed her closest friends and caused trauma in Arcee's life. When Airachnid appeared into the series Arcee had a hard time to fight her fears from her.

Arcee hates her with full of her heart, taking away her loved once. I don't think that Arcee after all would love Airachnid. She's confident and not forgiving.

Might Airachnid show love interest towards Arcee. In this situation is sick love or obsession. Also It's not hidden that Airachnid sadistic and only wants to get to her goals.

Totally not supported.

Wheeljack x Ratchet

Oh gosh. My favorite ones. I haven't seen as much ship content of them what I would expect about this ship.

Like the way that Wheeljack's flirty&playful behavier mets with Ratchet grumpy, serious attitude is killig. I mean you know about the grumpy x sunshine type of romantic books.

IT'S LITTERALY THIS.

It has to be a canon ship or else I will explode. I can't imagine Ratchet the old grumpy man with a WOMAN.

Okay, maybe I'm too dramatic but I love them so much. They should have had more screen time together, maybe another mission.

Let's go for the next.

Megatron x Starscream

What the fuck?! Absolutely not for me. Not under my watch. Nuh uh.

To get clear in this point. Megatron is toxic and abusive towards Starscream. Starscream is untrustable and backstabber towards Megatron.

I might miss something out about this. Maybe because language paralel I couldn't understand something. I need facts that would make this ship ship.

I'm more than glad if you would share me secret therories about all the ships or what do you think about some.

Soundwave x Shockwave

[Headcanon]: I think Soundwave is Aroace, Asexual or Aromantic. One of these. Definitely something what starts with an "A".

(It's alright if you think different about the topic.)

We haven't seen anything that would express his personality, interesests or plans. He's hiding his personality so we can't know about how he feels. He doesn't express them in any way. Yeah, we know he's smart and loyal, but what else?

They didn't have any bound during the show. Any action between them. It's like they are strangers or more like workmates for each other.

I don't think that anything is between them.

Knockout x Breakdown

In 2024 I can say this with confidence: they are a canon couple. There's nothing we have to talk about.

If you don't agree, then I can't help it🤷🏻‍♀️

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That's all for this post. Uhh, I don't really know what to say. There's still a lot of ships I haven't mentioned.

[guardian5tiger3]

Pick a Group Tarot Reading (general, what do you need to know?)

1. 2. 3.

Group 1 -

You guys need to know someone's getting karma. For some of you it's family, some of you some type of thief , maybe both. Something about someone cutting hair as a confirmation. Also corn? Flipping the script. Movies. Bacon. Someone's hand. A foul mouth or maybe someone says that. Something about a movie star or maybe you want to be one or that's what you should shoot for if you do , or that may be someone's destiny ?. I'm channeling someone's dog and the dog is really chubby and short. A lot of you might be falling in love, a few of you someone's falling in love with you, but if anything I see it being mutual. Some of you had your hearts broken not too long ago. Let that go , for that group, a few of you I still sense some resentment or something. Maybe they deserve it but they'll get karma trust. Even if you don't realize it's that serious. They're gonna get karma big or small. Your resentment is half intuitive , let the universe take that on though, you don't need to . The best revenge is to go be happy and fall for someone mutually who does deserve you, ok. I'm also seeing a lot about the fall . And snow. So those seasons are special somehow. Maybe next late fall is important . Someone's gonna move to a house at that time. I'm picking up on a lot about different new pets that you will consider family if you're the type to you will have a few new family members eventually. A new car. I keep picking up on work but I haven't got anything about that but it seems that that is probably how that's going to manifest. I'll keep in mind to do a career specific reading today or soon ! Keep in mind if this resonates it resonates, this reading got narrowed down a lot by the end of it. And the last part is only a confirmation for some few that it's genuinely reasonable, it will manifest for, and is only a confirmation to them to not worry and they will know who they are. Alright, there's a chance the person that you fall with is responsible for this! But you'll intuitively feel that if it's accurate. ;)

Group 2 -

You guys definitely need to relax, recharge , destress. Maybe you're forcing something somehow. When really you'll go way further with whatever it might be if you just take this time for yourself to do that okay. I know, I've been there, maybe even deal with myself refusing to chill out weekly lol. It's alright, I know it's difficult to surrender to the universe, especially when what you're going for you dont feel like you can relax until you've attained it. But it's seeming like relaxing is exactly how you're gonna get it when you hop back into this in whatever way, quickest and easiest. I know for example when I play video games for some reason if I take a few minutes to chill out and then get back to it I literally recharge and end up beating the level I was struggling on. This is a good time to focus on your own thoughts and mentalities and work with yourself. Trust me I know this might be frustrating for some of you cause.. it takes one to know one. Just try your best to chill ok. Go for some entertainment maybe. Sometimes I forget how nice it is to just lay in bed or take a hot a** shower... So maybe try to brainstorm/ remember something that genuinely mellows you out and you enjoy . Peace peace you guys. & Take care.

Group 3 -

I'm initially channeling a white dog, Also lightning and thunder. Forest animals. An owl. Butterflies. Flowers. Third eye. A crystal on a third eye? Some of you may be sad ... Could be something regarding a parent or parenting. A few of you few uncomfortable in your bodies but this is totally brainwash and you're beautiful and deep down you know that. Someone's kids have no filter and maybe are mean to them omg . You need to respect yourself for who you are. There's a masculine figure in your life yet or not, that loves you a lot and sees all beauty in you. And maybe because of how you feel you doubt them but you should listen to them if they say, they're telling the honest truth about how they feel and think. One of you there's a dude with anger issues that's not who I'm talking about violence is never acceptable he can go work out or something to get that out ok. Anyway I keep picking up that for a lot of you you should eat what you want. Something about cheese. Like if you're dealing with some eating stuff somehow for whatever reason I'm supposed to suggest to you to really taste your food, like ratatouille did if you ever saw that movie, and don't wait until you're starving to eat. Get snacks in too . Drink more liquids, if digestion is an issue ,try different drinks that might help and see what works. Someone has a kid in diapers don't smack your kid you don't need to hit someone for them to know. Or yell .You need to connect with them on a deeper level and communicate with them knowing they're smart and can grasp it, believe it or not, intellectually. Kids can teach you a lot, you have to be open to it, and open to trying different things. And if they don't know something yet, you must teach them. But for you, watch out, spirit sees you, learn more patience and become more conscious about this, one day your kid will grow up and have a mind completely of their own and they will judge you how they see fit. Anyway if you're a parent here, I assume a majority of you are, either way a young kid in your lives are here as teachers , and you should listen to them and take stuff in you might not notice if you're distracted or just looking at them like they're a young minded kiddo. Some of them are ancestors, one of you knows a kid and they are from somewhere off in space, that's how I saw that literally, a different star was their sun. This kid might seem spacey sometimes , they're wise. Very cool stuff. Also something about skateboarding. Maybe I should tell you , something about the concepts of being open minded, trying new things , breaking traditions, having fun and taking risks. Learning new philosophies. Libraries. Someone knows a older kid who plays Minecraft and Roblox. Some other games? That's a good kid and make sure you are a stable figure in their life and are there for them and a good example all the time, they look up to you and it seems like they need something from you. Pay attention!

[popawritter12]

That Hwei fic was so good, I litteraly can't get yandere Hwei out of my mind now 😭😭 Mind doing some more, whether it be headcanons or one shot? 🥹🙏

Author's note: Since you asked me based on Hwei's one-shot, I'm going to make its "sequel."

Also, I want to clarify that; To the other two anons who requested their respective things, give me some time, I'm a little "slowed down" due to certain personal issues <3

Love y'all

Yandere! Hwei x Fem! Reader

Yandere Character: Hwei

From the videogame/serie/movie/manga/anime: League Of Legends

Case: kidnapping, restraints, drugs, very light NSFW, allusion to deaths

Part: 2 of 2

Part 1 here!

Finished: Yes

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This wasn't supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to have found out about all this…, he wasn't supposed to have talked about it, in fact, she shouldn't have even gone through all this.

However, it ended up happening, and now she was there, tied to a chair and babbling cries and pleas that at this point only made my heart ache.

Do you know what was the worst? That it was my fault, I was the only one to blame for this situation, the fact that she was now trying to get out of it, but he refused to listen to her, he refused to even accept her pleas.

And then she resorted to talking to me, she tried to convince me that this is wrong, that all this was just a rotten desire, something so horrendous that it consumed me, and that it was going to consume her, that it was all a simple manipulation of Jhin, and that she could free me from these chains, that she could free me from this sick love.

And it hurt me, it hurt me to think that she thought so badly of me, that she thought of me as lovesick, as someone who was being consumed by some kind of vortex, it wasn't until I came to myself that I realized. that, in fact, there was no other way out of this situation

The vegetables stirring in the clay plate, and the spoon permanently crashing against the clay, the sound of the collision between both materials made me remember in great detail the first time I saw her, the feeling that seeing someone so eccentric caused me when she passed through the door of the temple, and the nerves that the mere fact of seeing her in the eyes provoked in me.

I still have the vivid image of her on the first day; A smile adorned her face, her fingers played with each other constantly, and the old cloth bag with the sounds of metals colliding together was an image that was always in my mind. Every time she returned to that memory, I completely forgot the horror in her eyes, the fear she shows me now.

For a long time, I thought there might be a comeback, I thought that if I untied her and let her go, she would forgive me, she would show me that she was going to lead me down the same path.

But I no longer see a return, now I did not see a return; This path that I had taken, all this… all this love, absolutely everything that torments my mind, I could not eliminate it, not even if I expressed it in so many paintings, not even if I vent it in Jhin or in someone else, I did not find any place for me that received with the same love with which she received every smile she gave me. Now she just had to find a way to accept that fate, to accept the love I have for her.

I knew that sooner or later all this was going to end like this, more so due to the fact that I had never known this feeling in my life.

But seeing her I was certain that we were destined for each other.

This is why I do this, this is all the reason why I still want to be with her.

But everything had to be a little crooked.

I placed the clay plate on the silver tray, and then I noticed it. A crystal glass sits next to the bowl, and I stare at it for countless seconds, trying to figure out whose hand it was that had placed it.

—I'm glad to see you haven't freed her yet —Jhin mentions —, it's just a matter of time before she gets used to it.

He settled down against the counter, and noticed the strange color in the water; small bubbles emerge from the bottom, but there was nothing there. I thought, for a moment, that it was carbonated water, however, it didn't fit how Jhin is, it didn't fit the idea that… he didn't care about her.

—Tell me, have you already thrown away the dried paint? —He questioned me.

I let out a sigh.

—What did you put in the water?

It was a simple question, but one that presented a danger to me. It was obvious that she wasn't going to notice this, it was obvious that he could poison her, drug her, harm her… How I supposed trust Jhin? or obviously doubt on someone like him?

—You did not answer my question.

—I'm not interested in throwing away the dried paint —I responded, huffing —, now, what did you put in the water?"

Jhin kept his cynicism in that smile plastered on his face.

—One thing.

—What thing? —I ask again, more angry.

—A wonderful thing.

—Why the fuck are you playing this shit now? —I ask, my frown clashing against his playful gaze

—Why don't you ask the color?

I sighed heavily, setting the water down on the table.

—What color?

—White. —he responded to me.

My hand tightened on the glass.

—And…? —He asked, playfully.

Roughly, I threw the water on the floor. I sighed heavily, wishing I could throw away the dried paint again. Even if he had already thrown it away.

—What texture? —I questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

—Dusty.

His smile spread, almost looking like a jester.

—Seriously, you are an idiot.

I had to go out to get more water, and as I progressed, more dried paint crossed the wooden box, escaping from the lock and through small poorly carved edges of the wood, denoting on the carpenter's poor work.

Apparently, the paint cans want to get out of the drawer.

-

It was obvious that, far from what he expected, the glass of water still looked strange. I thought it was just me, so I just gasped, before knocking on the door three times.

—Sweetheart? I can pass?

I tried not to sound so sweet, but damn, it was complicated. It was extremely difficult not to be nice to someone like her; someone so sweet, so beautiful, so….

—Yeah.

Her voice sounded so soft, like the breath of a panting cat.

I grabbed the doorknob, before gently turning it to open the door. The mechanism inside the knob let me through, and I was able to open the door.

I Maneuver to enter. Seeing her, I only allowed myself to smile. As if the heaviness under my eyes finally disappeared, and energy returned to my hunched body.

—How are you, sweetheart? Did you like the painting I did for you?

I arrange the tray on the nightstand, the double bed squeaking softly as she sits on the mattress; her back nestled between large pillows and stuffed animals.

—It's… cute. —She responds, before arranging her wrists against the pillow she placed on her lap.

She was wearing a white dress, which covered her shoulders and reached her knees. The soft fabric rested against her delicate skin, and I could tell that, in her eyes that she was about to fall asleep.

—I'm glad you liked it—My smile spread, before leaving the tray on the pillow located in her lap.

She didn't respond, just staring at the plate of food. I hear her stomach make a sound, almost in protest.

—Do you want me to let go of the rope? —I asked, before moving my hands away from her.

—Yes. —she replied, her tone vaguely her own.

I couldn't stop thinking about how pretty she was in my eyes; Her eyes, tired and longing for sleep, only awakened that desire to take her in my arms, snuggle her against me and sleep next to her for countless days.

—Now I will release the ties, let me know if I hurt you too much, okay?

She nodded, her vacant gaze meeting my eyes. Just touching her arm made me feel that same nervousness that I had that day, that day when all this started, and what marked the beginning of our path together.

When I released the rope, I noticed the purple color that was present on her skin; Imagining the pain in her wrist, I just wanted to heal her, but now she needed to eat.

—Is Jhin still outside? —She asked me.

As I finished releasing her other arm, I just looked at her again.

—H-He just came to look for some materials for the temple… nothing special. —I responded, babbling for no reason.

—Oh, well… —She responds, before placing her hands on the pillow.

She sighs, as if her body is seeking a relaxation of the ropes.

While the spoon settled in her fingers, she looked at the steam emanating from the bowl. She was silent for a few seconds, and as she sat me next to her, I could feel uneasy.

—Lately I've seen you very… sick, so today you have soup and tomorrow I'll serve you your favorite food, do you agree? —I offer, tilting my head a little so she can see me.

At this, she simply nodded.

—How are my parents? —She asks me.

I blink a couple of times before I remember it.

They sobbed a lot that day; Her mother came to the temple threatening that she would kill anyone who refused to tell her where her little girl was.

Although her husband stopped her, she treated everyone in the temple badly, in her desperate look there were only hints of hatred and hope, hope of knowing that she was going to find her little girl safe and sound.

It was obvious that, when she approached me, I would think that she was going to treat me badly, or even try to strangle me.

But, that did not happen; She barely approached me, she just took my hand.

“Oh, you're Hwei, right?” she began “My daughter always spoke well of you to me, she said you were one of the few she called a friend these months.”

And she…she hugged me.

She collapsed into my arms, as if she were seeking comfort—or if she wanted to share her grief with me—to which I only responded by returning the hug.

“She always said that she felt that you understood her, and she greatly admired the paintings you made,” she sobbed, tears staining my shoulder and my clothes, “she loved you so much…, she even said that she considered inviting you to come to our house to paint together…”

A weight added to my heart, suppressing all that lack of emotion that I put up as a façade, and I felt like I was going to collapse too.

I never felt so foolishly humiliated as that day, and for my part, I only cried with her, but for different reasons…

—They… aren't feeling very well, but they told me a lot of things when they entered the temple… —I sighed, as if I hadn't come back to myself.

But a hand against mine stopped me from continuing to think, a hand that could have brought me back to this earthly plane.

—Hwei… What was in the water? —She asked, panting rapidly.

I almost immediately looked at her again, and noticed that she had taken the tray out of her lap, and was now on her knees, on the bed, exchanging glances with me.

— (Name), darling… —I whispered, taking her face in my hands.

I felt my heart pound against my chest, and the weight of my chest grew stronger.

—Forgive me, my love, forgive me… —I begged, pressing my face against his, —.., what hurts you? Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? Can you see well?"

I couldn't even continue asking, why she took my hands, before roughly pushing me against the wood that separated the bed from the wall.

—I feel different. —She mentioned, before resting her forehead against mine.

—D-don't worry, just lie down and I'll take care of…

And her lips pressed against mine. Her kiss drowned me, and even more so when her hands met my wrists, pushing roughly against the wood.

I stammered uselessly at this, but she only responded by tightening her grip on my wrists.

At one point I just left myself, the taste of her lips and the domination and power that she had over me only caused my heart to move wildly in my chest, and generated heat in my body.

—No, stop… I-I can't do this when you're this bad… —I complained, trying to fight her.

But she never let herself to being weak, deepening her kiss in such a way that I could only accept it, that I couldn't fight someone who could manipulate my mind in such a way that my body weakened, and that I couldn't allow myself to fight her.

I REALLY LIKED HOW THIS ONE LOOKED OUT.

IT TOOK A LONG BUT HERE IT IS. AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

ALSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,

If this thing get like 100 notes, I do the part 3 but with the NSFW ;)

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Helloo! ok this has nothing to do with the aks game but since you happen to be one of my favourites for Sirius hcs I have to ask you. I can't recall Sirius and Harry ever hugging in the books, though they're really close. What do you think about it? Is it just because Harry isn't so much into physical touch anyway, bc I doubt that Sirius knew. I only remember Molly and Hermine once hugged him to comfort him. But if I am correct Harry not even hugs Sirius when they have to say goodbye or they haven't seen each other for a long while although Harry misses him so much. It only happens in the movies. What do you think says that about their relationship and their characters? What could be the reason and so on?

Hello, dear!!! That was a very interesting question, and I now spent my time rereading the Sirius and Harry moments throughout the books (and having a few very emotional moments because of it).

Hugging, and generally bodily contact is something dealt out rarely in the books, and like you said Mrs Weasley and Hermione are most likely to do so. Both hug Harry on a pretty regular basis, both for comfort and just in greeting and saying goodbye.

My reply is going to be a bit longer, and I haven't looked up everything so, many things are just from my memory, just a fair warning.

Alright, so.

The men in Harry Potter don't typically share a lot of positive physicality. They shake hands, they punch each other, and then theres the Quidditch celebrations, in which everyone hugs and cries. All very acceptable and heterosexual ways for men to share physicality, especially in the 90s, I'd say.

Other moments when people, men in particular, become physical, Harry considers those oversteps, and usually feed into his dislike of them - Rita, Lockhart, Slughorn and Barty Jr (still looking like Moody) come to mind for this. And these moments stand out, because Harry doesn't often touch people, and doesn't often has people touch him, much less people he doesn't know.

Sirius is an outlier. As he ought to be, and always is.

Sirius is first introduced to us, in the Shack, with an extraordinary amount of physicality. He of course mauls Ron - but it doesn't stop there. Harry attacks him with his hands, punching and strangling him, while thinking how much he wants to cause him harm with his hands. This is followed by Crookshanks, who uses Sirius' chest as a couch in his attempt to shield him, and then Remus, who pulls Sirius into a hug. This right there is more physicality than we see ever again between such a small group of people and animals.

Srius also holds onto Harry the entire time that Harry tells Dumbledore about the happenings of the Graveyard, and even when Harry describes the grip as painful, he never expresses discomfort with it. He pats Padfoot as well. They share physicality for comfort at least sometimes. And generally more often than Harry does with anyone else.

Still, their meetings and partings are often very tumultuous - first in the shack, then they barely have time to say goodbye because Sirius has to flee and Harry and Hermione have to get back to the hospital wing. Then, they meet while Sirius is a dog in Hogsmeade, and part when Harry is in the hospital wing. Sirius gets sent into war, basically right there, where all the Weasleys, Snape and Dumbledore surround them. When they meet again in GP12, Sirius is coming from a meeting and quiets his mothers portrait. Also not ideal. What I find interesting here, is that Harry is highly disappointed about this welcome. He had hoped for more, for warmth, had even expected it. So when Sirius is stressed out and depressed, it confuses and disappoints Harry.

I actually think that Sirius realises that in a second, because thereafter he doesn't hold back - where he can. Which is obviously not much because he is in yet another depression prison from hell.

But there are two moments in which they actually do hug. One time at Kings Cross - Padfoot gets on his hindlegs to put his forepaws on Harry's shoulders; and then at the end of the Christmas holidays - in what is described as a quick side-hug.

So that is a small compilations of all the moments of hugs and physicality between them I could find, which might be more than you remember, possibly because they're far more touchy in the movies, but in general I do think they have a pretty positive and touch forward relationship, in comparison to what Harry has with other people...

So, I think there's my answer. I hope this makes sense? <3

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Love at First Bite pt. 3💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: Months have gone by and the bond between Oliver and Sis has grown quite a lot. So much to a point where romance is in the air between them. When he proves how much he truly cares about her, the vampire king decides it's ready for the next step in bringing Oliver and his bride closer~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. Please read the previous parts if you haven't yet!

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of animal death, trauma, PTSD emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, threats, attempted mugging, knife, cut wound, mentions of blood/murder, sex and alcohol, bribery/blackmail. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987.

5 Months Ago 

Sis could never be alone with her thoughts for too long. She always had to keep herself distracted by something during the night. No matter what she was doing – spending time with her babies, going on dates, or hunting for food – she had to keep her mind from wandering.. 

When that happened, terrible memories crept into her brain. Horrifying visions of the nightmares she had experienced while wide awake began to play back. Her mother's murder by her own hand. The first time she witnessed the boys feed. Hunters stealing her child and making an escape into the daylight. 

Those were the memories that she would be forced to relive again and again and AGAIN the day she left this world for good. No beastly monster could ever hope to see the light of a peaceful realm after death. She had to make the most of her time alive. 

After all, she almost didn't make it the night that Cyrus the terrible tore her head from her pregnant body. It was truly hell for her. For them all. 

The times when she struggled with those memories were the ones that she found herself longing for something from her human life. Something that was not corrupted by vampires and bloodshed. She had something long ago, which was taken by that very thing. 

Queen. Her beloved kitty cat. 

Though spoiled beyond belief and incredibly sassy in nature, Queen was a wonderful pet to Sis. Her fur was always soft and fluffy, making it extra pleasant to stroke. Sis loved the way she perched on her stomach to act as a heating pad whenever she dealt with monthly cramps. Her soft purrs and head rubs made Sis' feel safe and loved. 

They were loyal companions until the very end…..when David snapped poor Queen's neck. 

Sis rarely thought about that terrible night. Thinking about holding the body of her fur baby after the horrid crunch of broken bones filled her ears never failed to bring tears to Sis' eyes. The only reason she began to think about her cat again after years of being a vampire was because she had found an old belonging of Queens. 

It had been an uneventful night. Some spring cleaning to occupy her mind. Sis was simply looking for some old antiques to either pawn or decorate the nest with. A velvet jewelry box had caught her eye, sparking an old memory of what she had put inside long ago. 

Queen's collar. The last thing she had to remember the kitty by. It even had the tag with Sis's old address on it. Now it was a faded memory of what was once home for the two.

Any work that had captured Sis's focus was forgotten by her. She was completely stuck. Just staring at the trinket and letting tears slip down her cheeks as she grieved in silence.  

"My sweet," a raspy voice called to Sis, pulling her attention away. "What're you up to tonight?" 

David. Of course, he would pick the worst possible time to try to cause some mischief. Her grip tightened around the woven fabric of the old collar. Her hand trembled terribly, collecting all of her anxiety and anger into one tiny part of her body. 

How dare he show his face now? The murderer who took the innocent pet from this world too soon. Even with love and happiness and a beautiful family, Sis would never forget what a monster her husband was. He struck pure terror in her heart when he took her kitty away. 

He knew how much she loved her baby, and he still killed the cat without an iota of guilt in his blackened heart. 

"Nothing," Sis said, putting the collar back in the jewelry box before shoving it away. "Where's that bottle of absinthe we have?"

David raised an eyebrow at her question. When Sis needed a powerful drink, she usually went for vodka. She had to be in a really bad mental state if she wanted something even harder. 

Still, he knew exactly why she wanted it. He could hear all the mournful thoughts of the pet he destroyed long ago. Her lingering trauma from the incident with Cyrus made him realize she needed something to help her feel better.

"Bottom center cupboard on our drink shelf in the study," he told her. "It's tucked away in the very back."

Sis nodded, immediately taking leave. She kept her eyes focused on the ground she moved on, not meeting David's gaze. Though it wasn't exactly subtle, David excused that, as he knew her negative feelings were caused by him. 

The darkness in him did not feel remorse for what he did long ago. In his corrupted mind, it was a necessary step in the training to bring the little lady into his life. The queen of the undead needed to be aware that actions had consequences. 

Still, David and his boys had grown softer since Sis had come into their lives. She brought out warmth and love they had once assumed was gone when their humanity was destroyed. The past few years had been nothing but sacrifice from her. 

She deserved so much for all that she had given for this family. Perhaps the least he could do was provide a new companion as a replacement for Queen. Something protective and loyal, yet kind and gentle with her. Something to keep her safe. 

Something…..or someone. 

Current Day

Oliver wasn't sure what he did to deserve someone as fantastic as Sis, but he wasn't going to take it for granted. 

Ever since the girls night out she had with her lady friends, Oliver has gotten the opportunity to spend more and more time with her. It became a special bonding experience for the two of them. 

A few times a week, Sis would stroll into the restaurant on the arm of a gorgeous date or two. Sometimes it was her husbands, other times it was one of her girlfriends, and sometimes it was a fresh face that ended up disappearing before the date even ended. Oliver didn't know what their problem was ditching her like that, but that just motivated him into making her night extra special. 

Every time the closing hour came, Sis stuck around a little longer. She always saved some wine for the two of them to share, invited him to take a seat, and spent some time chatting with Oliver. 

It was one of his favorite things to look forward to during the week. He endured plenty of chaotic shifts just to get his moments alone with her. 

He was pleasantly surprised to find out how much they had in common. They both had a parent who lost their spouse, but still persisted in life, they both valued hard work, and they both adored children. It was just so easy to talk to her about the ups and downs of life. 

"I gotta say, you're really lucky having such a big family," Oliver complimented her over their drinks. "I wanted brothers and sisters so bad when I was a kid."

"I'm sure you would have been the best big brother to them," Sis assured him. It brings me joy to have my family by my side, but I do get what it's like to be lonely. To want some companionship."

That was certainly something Oliver could understand. His father couldn't bear to find love again when his mother passed. He didn't blame the guy, as he talked so highly of her when recounting stories of her life. Even if he could barely remember her, Oliver could tell his mother was the light of his father's life. 

He had always wanted to find that kind of love too. 

"I'm just grateful for all the after school stuff. Playing basketball with my friends and coaching the younger kids was always a highlight after my day."

"I think it's sweet how devoted you were to them," Sis cooed. "A good man who cares about little ones is hard to come by."

Oliver's cheeks flushed and his smile widened from his feelings of bashfulness. No matter how many nights he sat across from Sis and talked about life, he always found himself overwhelmed with positivity from her words. She was just so full of warmth and kindness. He treasured that quality in her more than she probably realized. 

"It's the least I could do. And even so, I think you're even more admirable. Being a parent to three babies and helping take care of several others is no small task."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do!" Oliver assured her. "I'm sure you're an amazing mom to them." 

Sis smiled back at the redheaded boy. Oliver had such a natural gift for making her happy. For far too long now she had heard the despicable thoughts of humans around her. Ones that saw her as a piece of meat to stick their dick into, or only told her pretty lies to get on her good side for their personal benefit. 

But whenever she gazed into his mind, she only saw kindness. Someone who genuinely wanted to listen and be her friend. Sure, he found her to be quite attractive, but his desire to be respectful outweighed everything else. He supported her other relationships and felt happy just getting the chance to spend time with her. 

The more she got to know him, the more Sis found herself growing attached to the human. So much to a point where the fear of going out into the cold, dark world was no longer as strong as it once was. 

"Ollie," she spoke, reaching outward to stroke her painted nails across his fingertips. "It's a beautiful night out. You wanna go for a walk along the beach?" 

Green eyes widened and his freckled cheeks stretched to accommodate his big smile.

"I'd love to!"

It had been ages since Sis felt comfortable enough to go out without her mates acting as security. Though she was well aware of their presence lurking in the shadows not too far from where she went, progress was still being made. 

Sis loved the open space of the Santa Carla Beach. Having a slower time in the year allowed her to enjoy the long miles of sand and water. Just the sounds of the breeze and the rocking waves to act as background. 

It was all so perfectly peaceful, and Oliver helped make it even more special. 

He truly was a gentleman, holding out his arm for her to hold onto. All she had to do was stay by his side and nuzzle close as she talked about whatever she wanted. 

All the while, Oliver's heart was racing like a jackrabbit. It made the vampire queen delighted to know he was so head over heels for her. Even without the physical reactions, she could still hear a massive collection of wild thoughts in his head. They all spun around like a tornado. 

She's so amazing. I feel like such a dork compared to her. Am I walking too fast? Too slow? Her perfume smells incredible. She's so beautiful. Don't fuck this up, Oliver. You're so lucky to be with her. 

I really want to kiss her. 

Sis sighed peacefully and relaxed against her tall companion. Such frantic thoughts made for the perfect lullaby to soothe a stressed vampire. 

"I'm sorry, am I being too quiet?" Oliver asked out loud. Little did he know he was being far from it in his head. 

"Not at all, darling~" Sis assured him. 

Boy, did that get his heart fluttering even faster. 

Sis enjoyed the sound of it all throughout their stroll. Even as they moved out of the sandy stretch of land and back onto the concrete sidewalks that connected into the city area, Sis was only focused on her companion.

So much to a point where she almost wasn't paying attention when a new presence made itself known. 

"FREEZE!" 

The sudden shout made the two of them jolt in surprise. Both their sets of eyes locked on a figure that had jumped out from behind a random street corner. A black ski mask covered the man's entire face while dark clothes and gloves covered the rest of his body. 

In his hand was a switchblade knife. Long and shining under the moonlight. Oliver's heart nearly stopped at the sight of the weapon. 

"Don't do anything stupid," the man hissed. "You're both gonna do exactly as I say. Got it?" 

Sis was not at all impressed by this idiotic robber. Too many times she'd dealt with his kind. They all wave around some weapon that can't actually do permanent damage on a creature like herself, make empty threats in exchange for money or jewelry, and yet scream like babies as she tore their throats out. They never learned their lesson. 

But Oliver didn't know that. In his mind, she was just as human as he was, and the first instinct he had was to protect her from getting hurt by this stranger. 

To Sis' surprise, Oliver gently tugged her behind his back. He put both his hands up in defense while keeping her blocked from any attacks he feared the robber would pull. 

"Okay okay," he said, trying his best to sound calm and collected. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her."

The robber gripped his switchblade tighter, waving it in the redhead's face.

"I won't hurt her so long as she hands over all the jewelry she's got on. Starting with that fancy looking choker."

If her heart still could beat, it would have skipped at that moment. Sis' eyes widened in fear and her hand fell to the base of her necklace out of instinct. 

Besides her wedding ring, that particular piece of jewelry meant the world to her. David had gifted it to her as a way to cover up the nasty scar that Cyrus left the night he took her head off. She couldn't stand the sight of it without the haunting memories, so David made sure she had the beautiful piece to cover it and take her mind off of that traumatizing experience. 

Not only that, but having a collar style brought her memories of when Queen was still alive. Though it wasn't like the collar her kitty had, such a style of jewelry had familiar aspects that gave Sis comfort. Like she would always have a piece of her companion with her. 

She couldn't bear the idea of getting her choker taken away. Oliver could sense the fear in her heart as she cowered behind him, gripping his arm tightly. 

He wouldn't let her get hurt in any way. 

"Look, man," Oliver said. "I've got over a hundred and fifty dollars from the tips I made tonight in my wallet. I've also got my debit card. They're all yours if you want, just please don't take her stuff."

"Oliver…" Sis whispered. She couldn't believe how even in the face of danger he was willing to sacrifice his own belongings so hers wouldn't be taken away.

That answer didn't fly with the robber though.  

"Fuck you, asshole! I said EVERYTHING," the robber snapped, getting angrier by the moment. He wasn't fucking around, and he made certain the two understood him loud and clear.

With a flick of his wrist, the robber swiped the switchblade outward, slicing towards Oliver. Though he jumped backward, the sharp edge nicked his skin, causing him to yipe out in pain. 

Sis was ready to start breaking bones and tearing limbs. How dare this piece of shit hurt Oliver? It was like kicking a puppy. Even so, he must have had the same thing in mind, because he acted faster than she did. 

Even with his new wound, Oliver moved swiftly, using a fist to knock the handle out of the robber's fingers. Merely half a second after that, he threw himself shoulder-first into the upper torso of his attacker, knocking him off balance and sending him down on his ass. It was truly a "blink and you'll miss it" moment. 

"Leave us alone, creep!" Oliver scolded at him, kicking the discarded switchblade across the pavement and into a nearby storm drain. It clanged against metal bars before disappearing from sight. 

Even with a disarmed and injured attacker, Oliver and Sis didn't wait around to see what he planned next. Hand-in-hand, they ran in the opposite direction, putting plenty of distance in between themselves and him. With a good pace, they were able to make it out of the area and back to the entrance of his apartment building. Even something small and dingy was better than dealing with a mugging. 

"Ollie, you crazy boy!" Sis said in shock, ushering him inside. She couldn't believe the amount of bravery the human had shown. "You could have gotten hurt worse. You could have gotten killed!" 

Even with her frightened expression, Oliver returned one with a soft look in his eyes. 

"So could you," he pointed out. "I was scared to death he was gonna do something bad to you. I couldn't let that happen!" He tried to fish his apartment keys out, but was too distracted by the blood dripping and pain shooting in his hand. 

Though the bright red painted his pale skin beautifully, Sis was surprisingly not in the mood to feed. Her undead heart was aching over how Oliver put himself in danger like that. He had no idea how unnecessary it was to do something courageous for a vampire. 

"Let's get you patched up, Hun," she cooed, taking the keys from his grasp in order to unlock the door.

Though Oliver didn't have much since moving to Santa Carla, he at least had preparations for emergencies. A hefty first aid kit was packed away under the kitchen sink, completely stocked with enough gauze, disinfectant, and wound cleaning supplies for a whole army. 

Even with his competency in caring for the cut, Sis still helped as much as she could. She tenderly held his injured hand while he used the good one to finish cleaning and bandaging. Her soft fingers caressed his skin to help soothe him more. 

"There! Good as new!" Oliver stated proudly. His hand would heal in no time. 

"Well, at least let me help a little bit more," Sis offered. She lifted Oliver's hand to her lips, gently kissing over his bandages. Whenever one of her babies got a boo boo, she did the same thing. It made the redhead smile. 

"That does help me feel better, thank you.*

The two of them fell silent for a moment. It made Sis ponder about what this boy had done for her. For months now he had taken care of her as a go-to server. He loved to wait on her hand and foot. The nights they spent drinking wine and talking about life made her feel like her heart could start beating again. He was just so genuine and sweet. 

And now he had proven he'd put his life on the line for her. Though she was more than capable of protecting herself, Cyrus had taken away a piece of her bravery. Her dignity. Her power. 

Oliver returned it to her. He wouldn't ever let anything hurt her when she was out enjoying the night she was reborn into. That was something she couldn't possibly repay him for in thanks. 

But it couldn't hurt to try anyway. 

"Maybe this will help even more," she whispered. With her eyes fluttering shut and her body moving forward, Sis brought herself in nice and close so she could kiss him. 

The hammering of Oliver's heart was like a sympathy in her ears. His lips were red-hot on her chilled skin. Her breathless body enjoyed the sigh of delight he let out. Both his arms wrapped around her as she took hold of his face in her hands. 

He was practically putty in her hands now. Warm and cozy and full of joy. 

Oh God, I think I love her. 

Make that full of love. 

Outside the apartment, a familiar figure was watching the dim light flicker in one of the windows. Smoke puffed past his lips as he took another lungful of his cigarette. He had gone through the whole smoke, and yet he didn't once take his eyes off of the silhouette before him. 

His wife was kissing the human waiter. A passionate kiss. One that radiated with gratitude and warmth. He would have been overwhelmed by the little green monster called jealousy if he knew Sis would push her luck with Oliver. But she didn't. Their kiss ended with the two holding each other. A hug of great tenderness to share their gratitude in one anothers safety. 

He knew Sis was falling for Oliver. She would have drained him ages ago if she wasn't. Though he preferred to see his fellow coven members touch his bride rather than some lowly human, he knew this was what was best for her. She needed a new love. A companion to make her feel safe. 

"Everything go alright, my king?" 

David turned his head away from the window to look at the guest he now had. Hidden in the shadows was a figure clothed from head to toe in black. A ski mask shielded his face. 

"It did," he answered, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the ground. "You can take the mask off. Nobody will see you."

The figure nodded before peeling the mask off his head. A mess of dark curls were freed, revealing the appearance of Matthew, Oliver's coworker. It wasn't long ago that he had offered the redhead advice on playing it safe around David and his wife. To be good and live to see another day. 

But even those who looked out for the innocent in Santa Carla still remained trapped under the claws of the vampire king. 

"You did good tonight, kid," David complimented him. He slipped a gloved hand into his pocket, revealing a massive envelope stuffed full with five thousand dollars. Much more than what Oliver has offered to spare Sis. 

Matthew frowned, hesitating at the reward. It never felt right doing things like this, and it never got better. 

"I hope I didn't hurt him too bad. I wish I had used a fake knife instead…"

"Nonsense! It wouldn't have been authentic," David smirked, pushing the cash into Matthew's hand. 

"Don't beat yourself up over it. You did your job, and now you can go home to that handsome fiancé of yours. I'm sure that money will be quite helpful for your wedding. Ian's a very lucky guy. Wouldn't want to lose someone special like that, right?" 

Matthew gulped, hands trembling and growing clammy from the king mentioning his husband-to-be. He had made threats to stop by for a visit if Matthew didn't agree to this in the first place. 

"Yes, my king," he sighed. "So long as you and the queen are happy, then we're happy". 

David grinned devilishly to himself. Now that the redheaded boy had passed the test, he knew for certain he was going to make the perfect gift for Sis. With his eyes moving back over the light of the window, his mind danced with devious plans of what was to come next for Oliver. 

"Oh believe me, I am ecstatic." 

end of part 3

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[kris-bliss]

Sorry if this seems a little bad, I had to type this out on my phone.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵.

Long time no see

The branches of the trees move with the wind, so do the dead leaves all over the ground. The moon has been out for not very long but it all feels the same to Leon.

The adrenaline of being on a job like this. Having to do others dirty work because they fail to do it themselves.

He's watching his surroundings as he walks through the woods. Listening to every snap of a twig and rustle of bushes. His hands lay steady holding his gun. The breeze somewhat calming.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 watches from afar, noticing how tense he is. It's almost a sad sight to her. Seeing Leon brings a warmth to her heart she thought she let go of. Something she wished and prayed would never come back, though she never wanted it to.

Not wanting to soften up, she decided to scare him as a little tease. She stays in her position laying on a branch of a tree. Leon just a little away from being right under her. It's almost too easy.

"Oogabooga." she says, immediately wanting to hit herself. it was the only word she could think of in the moment.

Leon visibly tenses as he looks around him.

"Who's there?" He points his gun ready to shoot. "Come out and I might be nice."

He fails to notice her above him. It almost makes her laugh if it wasn't for the fact he looked so 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.

"Up here."

Leon takes his flash light and points it up at her. Seeing her toying with a knife like it's not a weapon.

"And here I thought you missed me."

Seeing it's just her brings a soft sigh of relief out of him.

"That wasn't very funny." He holsters his gun and shuts the flashlight off.

"You're lucky I didn't shoot." he speaks in mainly annoyance but care is still there.

"Long time no see Leon." She lowers herself from the branch, landing directly in front of him.

"so you 𝘥𝘪𝘥 miss me."

Theres a teasing smile on her face that Leon struggles not to reciprocate. Though he does give a small smile back, not without turning serious after.

"You can't try and scare me like that. I have a job to do here, and there's all kinds of wild animals in this part of the country. There's a reason I keep this thing strapped to my hip." He pats the butt of his gun for effect.

A soft sigh leaves Y/N's lips, "I know but a girl like me can't help myself, specially when I see my favorite male agent." She gives him a sly wink.

Leon tries not to blush, but he gives in anyway when he realizes the wink wasn't meant to be discreet. And she did just call him her favorite agent... his heart gives a flutter.

Y/N gives him an inquisitive look, "What exactly are you doing here Leon?"

"I'm on a field mission. Investigating some kind of bioweapon. One that isn't supposed to exist. Some of my guys got killed looking into it, but it's important, so I had to take over." He stops speaking for a second when the howling comes again, but he ignores it. "I need to know what's going on, before this thing gets completely out of control."

"Lucky for you I just so happen to be available to help." she adjusts her stance from one foot to the other.

He gives her a slight smile of gratitude, "I need to finish my sweep of the surrounding area. The animals here could cause problems."

"Alright you do that, I'll be here."

"Just don't run off and get yourself killed." He flashes that familiar smile as he turns away. "I've seen enough dead bodies for one night."

She fake being stabbed, "Oh Leon you wound me. You know me well enough by now that I can't be killed cause I'm always the one doing the killing." A smile forms her face.

Leon laughs, a sound that's half relief and half amusement. It'd be music to anyones ears. "You know, you're right. If you haven't gotten yourself killed by now, I'm sure you know how to take care of yourself if the big bad wolf shows up."

She mocks offense by putting her hand on her chest, rolling her eyes in amusement. "I'll be sure it won't huff and puff and blow my house down. Now go finish your sweep Pretty boy, I'll be here."

Leon gives her a mock salute and starts his sweep again. The night falls silent again, and as he passes houses with boarded up windows, he can't help but wonder whether those people are asleep or...gone.

He shakes away his darker thoughts and keeps walking, checking every crevice, every alley and every door he finds, hoping he won't see anything that can't be easily explained.

Y/N sits against the tree waiting rather impatiently for him to return. Messing with her knife to pass the time by, throwing it into the dirt over and over. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

Leon's sweep is long, and in that time, the moon has risen. When they meet again, he's carrying more equipment that looks more like a backpack than a bag. He's also noticeably more tired. The stress of his search is slowly getting to him.

The darker eye bags somehow being more beauty to his already chiseled face. The Shadows casted by the moon making his face all the more enchanting. His hair shines like he has a halo.

He finds her against the tree again, in the same position as before, except now his light shines on her holding the knife. "Any monsters out there?" He asks, sitting against a tree next to her.

She turns her head towards him, "Nothing other than me." A teasing smile pulls at her lips. Her hair being brushed by the wind.

Leon looks at her, the moon shining off her skin. He takes a second to admire her before he realizes how obvious he's acting. She's smiling back at him, so the attraction is probably mutual. Just then the howl sounds again, and Leon jumps. "Don't do that again. Seriously." He says, half teasing and half warning.

"Scare you? Sorry Leon but thats one of my favorite pastimes." Her knees are huddled up to her chest. The smile still decorating her lips.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." He replies. "You know it's just us two right now. It's not safe out here, especially at night. If your idea of 'fun' is scaring your friends, it's gonna get you hurt one day. And I almost shot your ass."

A soft sigh leaves her lips as her head rests against the tree. Staring forward at the bushes. "If you were the one hurtin me I don't think I'd mind."

Leon stares at her until it hits him, and he laughs softly. He shakes his head at her playful attitude. Her comment has him wanting to get closer, and he lets out a sigh when he realizes that feeling isn't something he can deny. "Is that so? And why's that?" He asks.

A soft look overtakes her features as she turns her head to look at him. "Cause you're you." She basically whispers.

"Because I'm me..." he repeats, his heart beating faster as a thought dawns on him. Leon doesn't know what to say, but what he does know is he wants to do something more than sit next to her. So he closes the space between them and kisses her. For a moment, the world feels like it's stopped around them.

The soft feeling of each others lips is all they can focus on for the moments their mouths were connected.

Leon's heart is pounding from the passion of the kiss, from the intimacy of it. He pulls away slightly and looks into her eyes, breathlessly. It feels like so much more than a simple kiss, and he craves more now that he knows their attraction is real.

Their heads rest against each other's their breath becoming one as their noses touch.

"So you really did miss me huh?.." it leaves her mouth in a soft whisper.

"Of course I missed you. I'm here, aren't I?" He tries to be more playful, but he's still feeling the kiss. A touch of embarrassment comes over him, because this is the first time he's ever kissed someone like this before. With so much passion it sends his head spinning. He looks at her lips again, and it strikes him that there's no way he can refuse her, so he kisses her again.

The passion never fades as Y/N inches closer still she just decides to seat herself in his lap.

Leon lets out an unexpected groan when she sits down on his lap, and his blood rushes to his face. At the same time, his arms wrap around her, pulling her close. He's never felt anything like it before, and he doesn't know how someone so small can elicit such strong emotions.

"Sorry, is' jus' easier to kiss this way." She mumbles against his lips.

Leon smiles. "It's fine with me." He leans in again, and kisses her with even more passion. It's the best kiss he's ever had, and that realization is enough to keep him going.

Her hands slide over the expansion of his chest. Every simple touch drives him mad. But everything in him screams for this to never stop. His desire growing every second that passes.

Suddenly Y/N grips his chin between her thumb and index finger. She stops the kiss and looks down at him with a smirk. "Calm down pretty boy, we keep goin like this and you'll have a problem in your pants sweetheart."

Leon can't help but laugh at her words, partly from embarrassment. He still can't believe the woman of his dreams just called him "pretty boy." He looks back up at her, wanting her again, but he knows Y/N's right. So, he slowly pulls away, resting his forehead against hers. "Yes, ma'am. It's just hard to stay calm..."

She lets a soft hum leave her lips as she turns her face to give his cheek a soft kiss.

"Patience is key baby."

Omg tell me if this was shit. This was my first time writing in a while.

[into-september]

WIP reblog game

tagged by @chaos-has-theories and @ladyofthenoodle, thanks~

If you're like me and you have a million WIPs and are anxious about updating them, play this game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

After the War (the most long-winded Love Square get together post Hawkmoth defeat ever and not in the fun misunderstandings-and-pining way)

Bread and Roses (no powers LS never met soulmate AU)

If You Read This Line, Remember Not The Hand That Wrote It (I think the human sentimonster storyline was a choice and made it everyone's problem. fic predates S5 though and isn't at all about where canon ended up going)

Five Things Apollo Justice Let Go When Staying In Khura'in (self-explanatory, with complimentary klapollo)

The one about the Reveal that happened before Radio Silence and/or That Conversation between Adrien and Marinette at the end of chapter 2 (alyanette friendship with background LS)

WHAT I'M EXCITED ABOUT:

...so. There were parts of this story that caused me trouble like you wouldn't believe, but the final chapter is essentially just smut and I spent enough of my twenties hanging around kink memes to know that PWP comes easy to me. So this was not the part I was stressing about while trying to keep the deadline for finishing the fic. And the irony is that life literally happened and I have not had the energy to write, far less get into the headspace for this one, for the last few months. There's no one part of it I'm more excited to write than the rest; it's two virgins trying to figure out sex together while carrying the story's theme of having to hide except from the one person who shares the same secret. I mostly just want to get it off my to do list.

There are only two future parts of it I have a clear vision of, so I'll guess my answer will be Adrien modelling the winner of Gabriel's bowler hat competition!

FELIX. You better believe he's here to make life difficult for Alya, have carefully concealed Feelings about both the Adriens, and do something undignified on Gabriel Agreste's grave

The reason it took me ten years to post this was that I really wanted Apollo's first Christmas in Khura'in and Klavier just happens to have a layover there.

It was very important for me that Adrien is enough of a weabo to have the OP of a certain 2002 anime about quirky schoolgirls as his ringtone ("HELLO EVERYNYAN", that's all I'm saying)

POLL TIME!

No pressure tags: @trainsinanime, @generalluxun and @galahadwilder who I think are the only fic-writing mutuals who haven't been tagged

[ziptie-bouquet]

Alright. So. The Bioshock Infinite issue.

I haven't completed the game but I doubt it'll do a 180 to completely change its politics at this point. (Long post so I added a cut!)

I went into the game and immediately recognized the "Bioshock tm" lack of subtlety and depth when dealing with serious political issues. It has been plaguing all the games in the series. But still, I had an optimistic mindset. I told myself that even if it lacked nuance, racism is a very important issue to bring awareness to.

Something that bothered me with the shallow takes on chauvinism and racism in this game is that it portrays them as things of the past. It doesn't help that they're so exaggerated. It doesn't have the bite of things you can actually still see today. It's not pervasive, it takes the idea that bigotry is only ever bigotry if it's blatant hatred to the extreme.

I think that, like the two other games, it has a very rich environment and potential. DeWitt's involvement with the Native Americans genocide could have genuinely been an extremely compelling plot point had it not be relegated to some sort of INDIVIDUAL guilt. His native american heritage is just a small detail within the tapes. The pride his old sergent has about killing tribes that he could be a descent of is never fully confronted, and you even get encouraged to treat him with kindness and mercy.

I'm honestly waiting for this to get expanded on, but it's the reason why I was in denial for so long about what had happened with the revolutionaries later in game. He's still a guy who was part of a genocide and has not fully confronted it out loud. He's unreliable and I would not trust his takes on racism.

With that in mind, I make my way to Finkton. As soon as I get there, I start killing every cop I see without even getting told to do so by the game. I think I might have missed a fuck ton of scripted animations and dialogues by doing this. The game very strongly established the people there are slaves, and are constantly under the surveillance of the cops I just killed.

I am hyped as shit as soon as the revolution rolls out, but DeWitt's first comment about how "Fitzroy and Comstock are the same besides the names" worried me at first. No worries, I tell myself, surely the game will be smart about it! Surely it will be about how DeWitt is wrong and Elizabeth is gonna teach him he has internalized racism from genociding indigenous people.

Then both him and Elizabeth make this comment again. The game HAS to give Daisy a completely out of character moment to even make killing the black female revolution leader seem like a sensible thing to do. It HAS to make the revolutionaries you kill almost all white after this to prevent you from seeing the obvious racism of what you're doing (alongside resource minmaxing I imagine). I went from being hopeful this will be a just and nuanced tale about confronting your own biases to seeing the game is going to be the weakest lib shit ever. Genuinely going down the route of "all violence is bad :(". They have the absolute gall to do this after literally breaking time and space to bring a revolutionary back to life because he was a POLITICAL PRISONER and got brutally murdered by white supremacists. (Also its fucking hilarious I can kill cops in the hundreds but when the oppressed minority wants to then its some horrible terrible thing)

I don't know, this was a lot of words to not say a lot but it's 7 am and I'm still in shambles I cannot believe they did this. Did nobody proofread the script?? How did this even get published?? Why is it so critically acclaimed??

I am really hoping it'll do a 180 but god am I doubtful.

( @solsono Je te réponds avec un poste à cause de la limite de caractères + en anglais pour les gens qui passent devant mais merci!)

[whereisyourstar]

Just Thirty Steps

Part 2 of the Stand By, Hold Back, Be Patient series

Part 1 Part 3

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (parent to child), referenced home invasion, fear, reader's continued bad financial decisions, the slow burn isn't even a puff of smoke yet, overzealous italics

Fear is a known quantity. A turbulent childhood exposed you to the concept early—any child of divorce, especially a long overdue one, knows that particular flavor of fear. It stayed with you in your teen years, when you found yourself so completely under your mother's thumb that you could barely breathe. It followed you to the city, where you'd been happy for the first time in too long, ensuring you make its acquaintance in anxiety, in decision paralysis, in losing friends. It made a home for itself in that shitty rented bedroom, first in the personal bite of poverty, then in the invasion of your space, your sense of security. The incident. The attack.

This was supposed to be different. This place, your cabin with its gruesome past, the quiet woods, your sweet dog, was supposed to be safe. You had been safe here. You'd kept to the routine, kept to yourself for the most part, hadn't caused trouble, had been smart, and yet—

It's broken. You look out the windows obsessively and the press of the forest is claustrophobic around your home. There's a sinisterness out there now, you've seen it firsthand, heard it breathe, bargained with it, and you cannot unsee it. That silence you liked so much before is now strained between the next knock of tree limb or shift in the foundation to makes you jump out of your skin.

You do think of running. It's what you do when you're scared, it's natural—scared of your parents fighting, so you're the first to school in the morning. Scared of your mother, so you run as far as you can from her. Scared of the city, so you run to wilds. Scared of the wilds, so—what? Where do you go from here? You put everything into owning this place, so sure of it, and you don't see a clear path out.

Sometimes you glance at your phone, at the messages and calls piling up from a number you haven't had the guts to block yet. You could go home. Back to the town that reminds you so much of Crystal Lake, where your mother never left and would invite you back with open arms, then make you pay for it every single day. You've been granted a chance to leave, for whatever reason, and these are your options: admit defeat, prove your mother right, and go home with nothing. Or stay.

Is your pride worth your life?

You get as far as picking up your phone before you stop, breathe, and hold yourself back from wrenching it at the wall instead. The phone is a useful tool no matter how much you hate it, and you don't have tantrum repair money just now.

It takes two days of huddling in fear just to get that far, and it's like a switch is flipped in your brain immediately after. The safety is gone from this place, so what do you do? How do you make it safe again? How do you protect yourself from something like Jason Voorhees, the newest iteration or the ghost?

The next day is spent researching. If you learned anything while pursuing your unused Music Theory degree, it's that you're a subpar student but a damn fine researcher. So you hunker down and look up everything on your house, comparing blueprints (courtesy of the now-defunct New Beginnings Development Co.'s public plan submissions to the town of Crystal Lake) to advice online. Your door locks are infamous in the locksmith community for being particularly easy to break (great), but your windows are actually pretty high-quality. The outer walls are comprised of thick, sturdy oak logs, sourced directly from the small clearing the cabin sits in, and sealed to withstand floods, high winds, and the occasional determined animal. Ditto with the roof, and you're actually impressed with New Beginnings—for a scummy development company, they actually put some real money down building this place. If it weren't for the location and the murders, you're certain it could have easily sold for over a million, billed as a rustic second home for city-weary socialites. Which, well. You certainly saw the appeal, and barring the murderer in the woods, still can't believe you got this place for what you did.

You write down exactly what you need—replacement locks, replacement keys, power tools you've learned to use from videos—and call up the hardware store in town. The older woman on the other end redirects you to a chain store forty-five minutes out of town and gently insists on getting a locksmith, to which you say you'll think about it. No way are you trusting this to someone else, your every neuron hates the idea of letting someone have access to your house, to these needed locks, but you don't say that part aloud. The bored employee who gets the phone at the chain store puts you on hold for twenty minutes while he finds the items you're looking for, but he comes back successful, and that's all you care about. "Perfect," you tell him, already standing from your computer chair and stepping into your shoes. "Can you hold all of that for me for…two hours? I'm pretty far out, but I promise I'll be there to get it." The employee says something about being off shift in thirty, but he puts your stuff under the desk and slaps your name on it all. Heracles, awakened from his nap by the sudden movement, sits up and tilts his head at you curiously. And damn, you never thought you'd be this kind of person, but you can't just leave him here for that long. Not with what you both know lurks out there. To the employee, you say, "Ah, wait—are dogs allowed inside?"

Shoes on, Heracles harnessed and leashed up, keys in hand, hunting knife strapped to your left hip and hidden by your t-shirt, all that's left to do is…go out there. The truck is parked next to the right wall of your house, under a little awning that just covers the cab. It's thirty steps, maybe less if you carry Heracles and use every inch of your stride to hustle to it. Thirty steps. You check the window near the front door, peer from behind the curtain as conspicuously as possible. No shapes in the forest, no white masks, no viscious knives. A fat, brown little bird sits on a branch just outside and chirps cheerfully, like nature itself is teasing you for being so nervous. It's just thirty steps.

You open the door, usher yourself and Heracles out, and slam your key into the lock the same instant you close it. Normally you would turn it three times, listening for the clunk with each turn, but you don't have that kind of time. God, your hands are already shaking. You turn, scan the forest, heart racing impossibly fast, and still nothing. Ten steps. Heracles stops to sniff a tuft of grass and you can hear your own pulse. Twenty steps. The truck is right there, fucking beautiful in all its promised faded sanctuary. Thirty, you twist your key in the lock, Heracles jumps right in and you silently promise him an entire chicken breast all to himself for being such a good boy, drop into the seat, close the door. The lock clicks. You turn the engine over on the first try and only jump a little when the casette that came with the truck starts up its folksy crooning. Seatbelt goes on, gear shifted, and you're rolling down the grassy tire-trail that serves as a road to and from the main road.

It's only when you allow yourself that sigh of relief that you catch movement in your rearview mirror. You watch in horror as Jason just walks out of the woods directly in front of your house and stands there, watching your truck as it rumbles away. He's illuminated by a midday sun, the details of him brought out by it even as you leave him behind. Tall, but you knew that, and dressed in a bafflingly mundane green work shirt and dark brown carpenter pants. The hockey mask is there, as expected, and his weapon is firmly sheathed on his belt. For some reason, that scares you more than anything—a man like that could kill you with your bare hands, you're certain. Had he been watching you? But Heracles hadn't reacted at all, his tail high and wagging with the simple joy of being outside.

You feel his eyes on the back of your neck the entire time you drive.

That bored employee, bless his soul, kept his word about hiding your items behind the counter. You give your name, pay—all the while wincing at the necessary addition to your credit card debt—and consider asking about one of the electric chainsaws you saw walking in. Better not—even if you could afford something like that, you're more likely to hurt yourself trying to wield it than successfully scare off Jason.

You aren't particularly anxious to get back home, so you let Heracles wander the store, then the shopping center it's situated in. He turns heads—he always has, that bully breed reputation precedes him—but those brave enough to ask if he's friendly are always treated to a thorough assault of sniffs and hesitant tail wags. There's one woman with two kids that is so kind, so respectful in directing her children in how to pet Heracles without scaring him, that you're tempted to hand over his leash and walk away. He'll keep those children safe, you knew that even before he flopped onto his back so they could rub his belly, and maybe this lone woman could benefit from some companionship? Whatever life they can give him, it's better than the one you're taking him back to. Will begging for his life even work a second time?

But the family leaves and your mouth stays shut. You can't shake the sense of shame that grips you for not taking that chance. You can't escape your situation, but maybe he could have. As an apology for being such a selfish owner, you buy him a too-expensive hotdog from a nearby truck and let him eat it in three bites, stroking his silky ear the entire time.

On your way back, you wonder if you shouldn't call the non-emergency line in Crystal Lake and ask for an escort to the cabin. Even if you don't fully explain your reason, you doubt it's the first Jason-related anxiety call the department's gotten. Probably not even the first of the year.

Something in you is…resigned, though. You're either about to die horribly, or you're not. You hope it's the latter, else all this planning and researching ways to fortify your house has been an exercise in futility, but if it's the former…well, then you don't have to worry about it anymore. It's the exhaustion that constant fear begets, that numbing, but recognizing it for what it is doesn't change your decision. Still, you rewind the cassette and let it play in its entirety twice on the way home, and by the second time around you know enough of the words and melodies to sing along.

Heracles, who had been sound asleep in the passenger seat for the last leg of the drive home, sits up ramrod straight as you turn onto the not-really-a-road. He stares through the windshield with that preternatural focus from before and whines, high and tight.

"He's out there," you whisper to him, knuckles white on the wheel. "I know."

The rest of the ride is silent. Only the dull roar of the truck's engine prevents you from jumping every time a too-near branch thwips against its body, and you silently thank your past self for not shelling out an extra 500 for a newer, quieter car. You're announcing your presence as obtrusively as possible out here, but when you have every reason to believe you're going to be murdered as soon as you step out, frugality is all the comfort you're likely to get.

It's well past sundown when you back the truck cab under its awning. Heracles' whining has progressed to a full, trembling rumble and, more than anything, your heart breaks for him. "Thirty steps inside, buddy," you tell him. "Just thirty steps."

Your hand barely touches the door handle when there is a massive thud and the entire truck jolts on its suspension, dipping backwards severely, and you know before you even look back. You just see the legs in your back window, standing in the truck bed, which means the rest of him is leaning over the top. An image, violent as it is startling, flashes behind your eyes of that machete puncturing through the truck's roof and finding its home in the top of your skull.

Heracles is with you as you throw open the door and sprint for freedom. Your bags of hardware and tools are heavy, but you've got them slung on your arm and keys in the other hand. The truck door stays open, let the bastard keep it if he wants. Fifteen steps, you can make it in fifteen at this stride.

Something slices the air directly next to your head and your steps falter, then twist, as you flinch. It's over, this is going to be the death of you. You hit the ground hard and the breath is knocked out of you. Precious seconds are wasted scrabbling in the grass to get your balance back, getting as far as your knees when you see that deadly machete half-buried in a trunk a few feet away. And, terribly, there's Heracles standing at that same tree's base, his hackles raised and head down as he growls mercilessly at the man behind you. If that's Jason's only weapon, if you can get ahold of it before he does, maybe you and Heracles will be enough to scare him off. Maybe—

As you push off from the ground, you swing your bag-laden arm behind with all your might and feel it connect with something solid. Jason doesn't make a sound, but you know the combined weight has to be close to forty pounds, which should be enough to knock anyone off their balance, even if only for a moment. The momentum half-turns you as you launch forward, and you have just enough time for your heart to sink when two giant hands snap painfully around your upper arms and bear you back down to the ground.

You cry out before the incoming ground can empty your lungs a second time, and distantly you hear Heracles barking, but mostly you just hear that breathing. It's all around you, you can feel it on your face as Jason takes you to the ground and keeps you there. Nowhere else to look but into the terrible emptiness behind the hockey mask's eyes, nothing to do but struggle—in response to your foot finding some purchase in the dirt, enough to lurch you a touch, he pins your thigh down with his knee. You cry out again, pain and panic, and realize belatedly that you have your breath again.

"Heracles, run!" you scream, stretching your neck and craning backwards to try and see him. A glimpse, and he's just standing there, right next to that fucking machete that will almost certainly kill him, and you want to cry. "Run! Heracles!" He barks, ear-splittingly loud, then whines twice. Another glimpse, he's moved backward a pace. A grim hope spreads through you and you try, one last time. "Go! Go, Heracles, just go!"

He goes. You hear his paws scrambling in the grass, then the crash of underbrush, until all that's left is Jason's panting and your own shallow breaths. A silent thank you to a god you don't believe in for letting your boy escape his fate twice.

You crane your neck back, finding it unstrangled, uncrushed, completely untouched, and feel a cold chill when you see that Jason is staring into the forest where Heracles just ran.

He's off you instantly, all the pressure, both physically and in presence alone, disappearing as he stands and begins to stomp after Heracles.

You gurgle something like a no as you try to get your aching limbs to cooperate. Nothing's broken, you're numb with fear but you know you'd feel that, but everything aches where you've been pinned. Just getting onto your hands and knees is a trial, and Jason is already gone by then, but you still have to try. A faltering effort gets you to your feet, and you straighten every inch of your bruised spine into standing. Your target is just ahead—he left his machete in the tree when he went after your dog. His mistake. The handle is grimy in your bare palm, filth of the sort you're glad you can't clearly see coating its surface, and it's slick enough that you almost lose your footing on your first pull. Second attempt, two hands, and you finally feel how much resistance you're up against. Third attempt, two hands, and a leg braced against the tree's thick trunk and—like it's butter, the machete slides right out.

It's huge. Easily three times the size of your hunting knife, and even that had felt like a dangerous amount of naked blade. This thing is monstrous, the edge wickedly sharp and obviously maintained. You dedicate an entire second to looking it over before giving a practice swing—so much lighter than you thought it would be—and swallowing your abject horror at what you're about to do. Just go into the woods to hunt a killer with his own weapon. Hurt him, kill him, maybe manage to scare him off, but you have to do it at all costs. For Heracles.

You get three shaking strides in when the underbrush crunches directly to the right and suddenly he's there again, stepping out between the trees. And, if you hadn't been slammed so hard into the ground before, you could almost believe that that's your dog he's bringing back to you. Silky tan fur, boxy head, pink nose, and bright, trusting eyes. Your dog, your Heracles, walking sedately next to Jason Voorhees, content to be led by the leash in his hands.

It makes no sense. Like before, that night on the porch, you suspect a trick. What's the angle here? Get your dog back, just to force you to watch while he kills him? Keep Heracles for himself after he's gotten rid of you? Heracles is remarkably calm, hackles down and only a little white around the eyes to be standing next to a complete stranger, and a male one at that—could Jason have given him something? Sedatives?

Jason stares at you, the machete in your hand. You hold your ground, stubborn and paralyzed, and try to keep the tremble out of your voice when you say, "Let him go."

Even in the barely-there light, you can see him lift his massive hand and point directly at you. The machete. A trade.

Okay. Give the killer back his weapon so he can have an easier time killing you after. You're obviously not going to do that, but—

Oh. Jason tosses the loop of Heracles' leash with surprising accuracy, lands it directly on the tip of the machete, and you scrabble to take the loop without slicing a finger off in the process. You look up and Heracles is already trotting over, tail starting to wiggle as he noses into your shin. "Holy shit," you breathe, bending at the waist to smooth a hand over his silky coat to check for damage. Nothing, save for a twig caught in his jowls, which you pick out and toss away without thinking. "I've got you, buddy, it's okay, it's—" But this is no time to celebrate, not with Jason looming and breathing so heavily just steps away. You straighten, make what passes for eye contact with that mask. "I'm going to pick up my keys, unlock my door, then put this machete on the ground, and you are going to wait until Heracles and I are back inside to get it. Deal?"

It's insane even as you say it. Absolutely nothing is stopping him from stepping over and crushing your head in one hand right now, you have no bargaining power here, but he brought your dog back and you have to believe that means something.

Jason Voorhees stands utterly still, not even the rise and fall of his chest visible in the darkness, when he purposefully dips his head into a nod.

You keep him in sight the entire time you walk backward to get your abandoned keys. Machete up, even as your aching arm quivers. A spare thought goes to the bags, their contents now spread out on the ground, and you have to mark them a lost cause. Your fault for not putting that into the deal, not that you'd much like to scrounge around for anything with this man watching you. Then it's up to your door, where you fit the key into the lock without looking on your second try, and you herd Heracles in. Drop the machete in the gravel-dirt that makes a walkway, slip behind the door, and slam it shut. Just like that other night, you turn its shitty unreplaced lock, then drag your table in front of it.

The developers at New Beginnings failed to give your front door a peephole, a fact which you're glad for, because it means you're not tempted to press against the wood and peek. You listen at a distance from the door that you hope means a machete won't come slicing into your stomach from the other side. No chance in hell you're going to stand by a window, despite how nice and safe your windows are, and watch that way. After a considerable amount of time, minutes ticking by in your head, you hear the gravel crunch once, twice. The sound of breathing behind the door, faint but there, then another shifting crunch, and nothing else.

When you finally back away from the door, Heracles looks up at you and wags his tail, jowls falling back into a perfectly happy smile. Jesus. This dog will be the death of you yet.

The sofa is your bed for the night, your actual bed all but abandoned at this point. You curl against the plush arm and lay your head down, but you're too tense to even think about sleep. What the hell was that? He was going to kill you, he had you pinned to the ground, forcing you to be aware of just how breakable all your limbs are. He threw that machete just a breath away from your head! But, for the second time, you are coming out of an encounter with a half-mythical local monster no worse for wear. Your body hurts, and you know you'll be more bruise than person in the morning, but you're not dead. How many people can claim that?

You stroke a hand down Heracles' back, comforted by his unconscious weight sprawled across your legs. How many people can also claim that Jason Voorhees found their dog in the woods and brought that dog back unharmed? Never mind that you were trying to get Heracles away from him in the first place, purposefully driving him to the trees…the question still stands. Not to mention how many people have successfully bargained with the man.

Exhaustion gets the better of you after hours of this. It's a blink-and-wake sleep, where one second you're bathed in the nebulous safety of your cabin, blink, then you're being licked awake Heracles. Sun pours in through the windows, burns your tired eyes, and you flail a bit in confusion before conscious thought kicks back in.

Routine. Get up, check the locks, feed Heracles, feed yourself. Admit that you need to go to the store and actually grocery shop—what's a little more credit card debt. Change out of these dusty clothes, you slept in yours last night, and do a thorough self-inspection in the mirror after a shower. Bruises on your upper arms, purple and ugly and painful. Bruises on your spine, and another on your thigh. It aches to walk, but the fact that you can is a significant win in your book.

You need to get to work, you've been half-assing it these past few days—understandably, but your supervisor is going to notice soon—but something nags at you. All that research, all that motivation from yesterday to try and make this place safe for you…that's still a viable plan. And all that hardware is still sitting out there, scattered in the dirt, assuming Jason hasn't helped himself.

You have shoes on and keys in hand before you can stop to think about it. Just a quick step outside, grab what you can, and scurry back in before anyone can stop you. Easy. "Stay right here," you instruct Heracles. "Back in a sec."

Open the door. Slip out as quickly as possible. Close the door. Perfectly to plan, and you almost don't care that you forgot your hunting knife, except something catches on your shoe and you barely avoid tripping on it. Heart pounding, you glance down accusingly and find the handle of one hardware store bag caught on the tip of your shoe, its twin standing upright next to it. That is...not how you remember it.

It's all there when you crouch to take inventory, even the receipt. You count it twice, and every door lock, key, and tool you bought is in the two bags like nothing ever happened. You know you didn't leave it all like this, but can't make your brain reconcile the memory to the evidence right in front of you.

Maybe movement catches your peripheral, maybe it's just a sense, but you look up and see him there, standing very still in the treeline. An imposing, ragged creature, watching you just as much as you're watching him. You stand, a prey animal caught in the sights of a predator, and no claws to protect you.

"I see you, Jason."

[thanksvideogames]

watched scott pilgrim takes off. thoughts under the cut

first off what an amazing feat this was of voice direction and communal understanding of vision from everyone involved. bringing back the cast of the movie to voice the anime was a heartfelt move but one I couldn't help but worry about a little after a long string of movie stars just not being fit for the voice booths that animation and game companies shove them into -- acting and voice acting are two very different talents! they're not mutually exclusive but I can think of a few examples where celebrities don't understand the difference or don't have enough guidance on the studio's part to understand what exactly they're giving voice to.

that isn't the case here. whoever they got as the booth director for the english dub definitely had the passion and familiarity for the role, enough that even little quirks and pauses in the animation are accounted for in the actors' delivery. In hindsight, I feel kind of stupid worrying about otherwise in the first place with how this whole project started with michael cera responding to a 9 year old email, which in itself should've prove that brain o'maileys work had long been on everyone's minds. but such a sentiment being shared in the animation and music as well really does make this feel like way more of a complete package then what you typically get from netflix. especially with how different of a concept this show is.

I don't have much to say in that regard that other people haven't already; it does characters justice, commits to everything the movie didn't, etc. I laughed a lot at the meta jokes but I also can't help but feel upset of the lack of media literacy for scott pilgrim that provoked a lot of them. I still wouldn't call scott's entire thing in this series a fully-fludged 'redemption arc' but its close within runtime confines and only ever almost fully-committed, much like scott himself, so it works -- not that I was ever looking for that. it was much more pleasing to have a story more focused on everybody else for once. always fun bechdel test your characters into not talking about your mainline protagonist. still didn't feel like everybody got the same treatment as the comics (envy, the twins -- & I'm of the opinion that kim is only marginally more fleshed out in this)

scratching my head a bit at the outcome of the last fight scene. got upset at young niel's comical struggle to write cause it hits so close to home. enjoyed wallace. enjoyed yuri. unless its a sequel doing something else with the universe I don't think we need any more scott pilgrim. as per the gif above, I just want to see fanart of knives chau being happy doing other stuff. for some reason stephen was always my favorite and he still got less screentime than the other characters but capturing his hysterical side was good enough for me.

9/10 overall. god I fucking wish future canada suburbs are just as overgrown and tech-less as they are in this anime.

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Currently in a Ceepypasta mood and I realized I haven't told y'all the whole frame work my version of the creeps works under

So! When I write for the creeps (sans any possible aus) they will be in a world where all of their stories still exist. The reason for that is because the creeps themselves weren't people before their stories were written, now that they are reality bends to conform to them. By that I mean they had families and history and a life basically retconned into real life

Slenderman, probably Zalgo (and Habit) actually predate their fame but they're like full cosmic horror fuckers so they get a pass

Now, here's the fun part. Depending on what they are they might not need to eat actual food (like Ben and Sally) but they all do need a type of sustenance. Attention. All these creepy fuckers stick together and play, relatively, nice because they're all working towards a singular cause: keeping the Creepypasta fandom alive and keeping eyes on themselves. That's why Jeff can live in the same house as Jane and Liu, their stories are so connected that they need him in the public view or they might be forgotten

All of them can be hurt and some of them can even "die" for short amounts of time, but so long as one person remembers them they'll get back up eventually. The more popular they are the more powerful they are, and the quicker they can spring back up from shit too

Now, the big down side to all this is that when fandom opinion of them sways hard enough they change to suit that version of themselves. Jeff used to be a pretty anime boy, now he actually looks like he was set on fire. Ben used to be stuck in his "kid link" form 24/7, now he typically settles on something more adult and more "modern" looking. Nina is like cool now, you get it

When left alone the creeps will take on a more general fandom recognized persona, but! If someone who knows about them interacts with them they will slightly change into what that person believes they are. It's not enough to like make Jeff stop being an asshole, or make one of the proxies not be under Slendy's thumb anymore. But sometimes when they're going under cover and bump into someone on the street they'll just go "...Since when was my favorite food key lime pie?????" Little things

I'd love to gush about these fuckers so if anyone has questions please let me know!