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xoxo-sarah · 3 months ago

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If the Roles Were Reversed

My Wife part 2

Part 1

↝a/n: I have been given so much love for the first part and I can't express how grateful I am for it. It fills me with so much joy when people express how much they like my work. I have been asked to make a part two and who am I to say no?

↝pairing: season 1!Daryl Dixon x wife!reader

↝warning: season 1 episodes 3 & 4, angst, death, arguing, gore, zombies, typical twd stuff, not proofread, Ed

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

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“You can't go, Daryl. Listen to me-” You threw your hands around, watching Daryl pace in front of you. The peaceful expression he once had, when he had reunited with you, was wiped clean off of his face.

He was told the news about Merle and instantly became furious. No matter how much you tried to calm him, it was no use.

His brother was out there. Daryl argued that Merle would be out there looking for him if the roles were reversed.

“Listen, there are too many.” You stepped closer, trying to make him understand, “After the racket everyone made trying to leave, I bet there’s even more now.”

“They left my brother on a roof.” You could tell he was trying his hardest not to yell at you. He was never one to take his anger out on the one person he loves more than anything in the world. He was always gentle with you, just like you deserved.

Sighing, you didn’t know how to counter that. As much as everyone who was waiting on the other side of the R.V wanted you to talk some sense into your husband, Daryl had a point. After all, he had gone out to find you, even against Merle telling him not to.

If it had been Daryl who they had left behind, you would’ve already been in the city, searching. Even if you had to go by yourself, it wouldn’t matter.

None of that changed the fact that it’s dangerous. You couldn’t let him go.

You just got him back.

“He was out of control, you know how he can get. I don’t think they had a choice.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself just as much as him.

Daryl’s nostrils flared, as he tried to calm himself. He didn’t want to lash out on you, he never did. But he was about to break. “Merle is a prick, but he’s my brother.”

With that, Daryl walked around the R.V, shoulder checking Shane, who looked disappointed that you hadn’t helped de-escalate the situation. Daryl was stubborn, there wasn’t much you could do.

Carol quickly went back to what she was doing, not wanting to seem like she was being nosey. Which didn’t do much considering everyone in the camp was waiting. After the brawl that had happened when Daryl was told about Merle, everyone was interested in how this whole situation would turn out. Everyone else tried hiding their obvious interest as Daryl came into view. You walked behind him, head hung low, defeated and slightly scared.

Daryl walked toward the box truck, ready to leave.

Rick walked over to you, “So?”

“You shook your head, “He’s not gonna change his mind. I tried.”

He nodded in understanding. Lori looked on at the interaction. She had been the one to offer Rick showing Daryl the way to Merle. She was adamant on it, but at the same time mad at him for leaving. It was almost like she was testing him, seeing if he would actually leave his family to be the heroic cop from before. She wanted him to choose her and Carl over ‘the right thing to do’.

Rick cleared his throat, “It’ll be alright,” he nodded fiddling with the gun holster before turning back around.

Glenn backed the box truck closer, Daryl impatiently standing in the back. You walked toward him when the vehicle stopped. He squinted down at you against the beating sun, watching as you climbed into the truck.

“What’re you doin’?”

“Going with you.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Four’s enough.”

You didn’t care if Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog were also going. You had stayed in the city for a while, you knew your way around. Plus, you would be going for a different reason than the rest. They were going for Merle, you were going for Daryl.

“Stay here.” His voice was softer now. Truthfully, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. You were safer at the camp, with people you had grown comfortable with in such a short amount of time. “They’ll need somebody who knows how to hunt for somethin’ to eat. Fish is gonna get old fast.” You cracked a smile at his slight humor at the situation. Still, you didn’t want him to leave.

Daryl stepped closer, bringing you into his arms, his head resting on yours. The stench of sweat, dirt, and god knows what else didn’t bother either of you. He didn’t care that you didn’t smell like the sweet shampoo he loved, and you didn’t care that he didn’t smell like the body wash that you had bought him the last time you had gone to the store, or the cologne you loved.

“Keep an eye on everybody,” He kissed your forehead, mumbling against the skin, as he stayed close. “Don’t let anyone mess with ya.”

“When do I ever?” A smile threatened to make an appearance. But it wasn’t the time. He was worried about his brother.

Rick walked by, casting a glance back at the two of you, nodding. Inhaling deeply, you moved away from Daryl, jumping down from the truck. He sent you one more look before pulling the roll-up doors down. You stood there, listening to the box truck’s engine start. You continued to stand there even after the truck faded into the distance.

Dale watched as you fiddled with the rag he had given you to wipe the sweat off your brow. You kept fidgeting; ever since Daryl left.

He was quick to offer you to help him keep watch, but you were elsewhere ever since you climbed onto the roof of the R.V. You were trying, Dale could tell. But he saw the gears turning in your head, greased with the terrible thought of what could happen to your husband. The thought of Daryl always overpowered any other thought.

His greyed eyebrows raised as you shot up from your seat.

“Think i’m gonna go help with the laundry. To keep myself busy.” Dale didn’t say anything, only moving out of your way so you could climb down.

Making your way to the quarry, you focused on the voices in the distance and the sharp rocks under your feet. You walked past Ed, who sat comfortably in the back of the car, smoking while keeping an eye on Carol. He glanced up, taking a drag of his cigarette. Ignoring him, you carefully navigate your way down the rocks toward where Carol, Jacqui, Andrea, and Amy sat.

“Can somebody explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?” Jacqui grumbled, watching Shane and Carl fail at catching frogs, their laughter echoing.

“The world ended. Didn’t you get the memo?” Amy wrung the water out of a shirt, flicking hair out of her face. Carol glanced back, looking at Ed. She saw you walking toward them. Sending you a small smile. “It’s just the way it is.” Her eyes fell back to her husband.

“Care for some help?” You squinted at the group through the sun beating down into your eyes. Jacqui motioned to a turned over bucket, “Please.” Giving a tightlipped smile, you sat down ,grabbing a scrub brush and a piece of clothing.

The way the women conversated put you at ease. It was familiar. People at the office that you worked at, were exactly like them.

“I do miss my Maytag.” Carol said, scrubbing clothes against the old washboard.

“I miss my Benz, my Sat Nav.” Andrea added.

“I miss my coffeemaker with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, honey.” Jacqui smiled.

Amy pouted, “My computer…and texting.”

“I miss my t.v. And wine. Especially after a long day.” You groaned, remembering the days after work; where you would come home, take your shoes off and get wine and a movie ready. Daryl would come home a little later and join you.

Your reminiscing was cut short by Andrea, “I miss my vibrator.”

Stopping your scrubbing, you looked up at her, a surprised chuckle leaving your lips.

“Ohhhhh.” “Oh my God!”

Carol glanced back at Ed, “Me too.”

You laughed harder, along with the others.

“What’s so funny?”

Just like that, the atmosphere was ruined. Ed walked down, instantly taking the joy out of the air.

“Just swapping war stories, Ed,” Andrea looked back at him, before looking over at Carol. “Yeah.”

Ed walked closer. From your spot beside Carol, you could feel Ed looming behind. Carol instinctively folded in on herself, head sinking into her shoulders.

“Problem, Ed?” Andrea glared at him.

“None that concerns you,” He took another puff of his cigarette, “and you ought to focus on your work. This ain’t no comedy club.”

Andrea huffed, plopping the brush in the tin bucket.

“Just trying to make the best out of a bad situation.” You looked at him, face blank. He stared down at you. You waited for him to say something else. Surprisingly he only blew the smoke out, throwing the butt away. He stepped back, lighting another. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the laundry. Andrea stood, walking toward him.

“Ed, tell you what, you don’t like how your laundry is done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here,” She threw the soaking wet piece of clothing in her hands at him.

He threw it back. Andrea gasped. “Ain't my job, missy.”

Amy stood, wanting to de-escalate the situation. She touched Andrea’s arm, “Andrea, don’t.”

“What is your job, Ed? Sitting on your ass, smoking cigarettes?”

You glanced at Carol, who sat quietly, still working.

“Well, it sure as hell ain’t listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch. Tell you what,” He motioned for Carol, who was out of her seat in a second. You grabbed her arm before she could fully stand up. You could see the fear and timidness in her eyes.

“C’mon, let’s go.” He continued to beckon her.

You stood, keeping a soft but comforting grip on her arm.

“I don’t think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed.” Andrea continued.

Carol glanced up from the ground for a split second, meeting your eyes. She didn’t want to cause any more trouble. She would be dragged back to camp by Ed if that meant nothing else would happen. She knew Ed, what he was capable of.

“And I say that’s none of your business.” Ed beckoned for Carol again. “Come on, now. You heard me.”

Carol moved away from your grip. Andrea turned to her, “Carol,”

“Andrea, please. It doesn’t matter.”

Ed glared at the interaction, “Hey, don’t think I won't knock you on your ass, just ‘cause you some college-educated cooze, alright?”

Andrea scoffed at the audacity of the male in front of her. You stepped forward, grabbing Carol by the shoulder. You weren’t about to let her go with him when he was clearly becoming hostile.

“Now you come on now or you gonna regret it later.”

You softly said her name, ignoring her husband’s glare, and stepped closer to her in a protective manner.

“So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed?” Jacqui piped up for the first time since Ed walked over. “Yeah, we’ve seen them.”

Ed chuckled, “Stay out of this,” his harsh gaze pierced through his wife. “Now come on! You know what, this is none of y’all’s business. You don’t want to keep prodding the bull here, okay? Now I am done talkin’. Come on!”

You cringed at his words, moving in front of Carol as he walked closer. He ignored you, reaching around to grab at her arm with a harsh grip. The embarrassment was clear on her face. He pulled, knocking your balance slightly off as he yanked Carol from behind you. Her shoulder crashed into yours, feet moving in a jumble over your own.

“No. No, Carol. You don’t have-”

Carol muttered something under her breath, ignoring Andrea.

Ed swung around, spitting in Carol’s face. “You don’t tell me what! I tell you what!” His grip tightened, jagged nails biting into the soft skin of her upper arm. She whimpered quietly at the force. He raised his hand, striking her against the face. Gasping, you caught her as she fell back, grabbing her reddening cheek.

Everyone clamoured; Andrea hitting and pushing him away, you cursing him as Carol started crying. She fell further into you, as you held her protectively, hauling her away from him.

Ed was pulled back and thrown to the ground, before being dragged by the back of his shirt. Shane threw him further into to the ground, before throwing a punch, and another straight after.

“No!” Carol cried, trying to get away. Shane kept throwing punches, more skin breaking every time his fist hit Ed’s face. Carol covered her mouth, body swaying.

“Shane, stop!” “Enough! Enough!” “Just stop!”

Shane stopped, pointing a finger in Ed’s swollen and bloodied face. “You put your hands on your wife, your little girl, or anybody else in this camp one more time, I will not stop next time. Do you hear me?” He grabbed Ed’s face, squishing it in the process. “Do you hear me?!”

Ed slurred, “Yes.”

Shane let go, pointing again. “I’ll beat you to death, Ed.” With one final punch, he stood, kicking the man on the ground and walking away.

“God!” Carol cried, using strength you had never seen from her before, to break from you, running over to her husband.

The tension in the camp was suffocating after that. There was a tiny victory after Andrea and Amy went fishing and brought back dinner, but it was short lived. Jim had been found digging graves, which disturbed a lot of you.

Night fell and everyone began eating the fish-fry.

You smiled at Sophia as she passed the pan of fish. She was well-mannered; all thanks to Carol. She was a shy girl, but became a seemingly different kid when she was around other kids. She found friends in a world that would probably take them away before you could blink. She, along with the other kids, didn’t understand what was out there, all of the bad. They held an innocence that would be demolished in front of your eyes.

“I gotta ask you, man. It’s been driving me crazy.” One of the men that you met in the city, Morales, spoke up, directing it at Dale.

“What?”

“That watch,” he pointed at the watch on Dale’s wrist.

Dale smiled, “What’s wrong with my watch?”

Morales continued, “I see you everyday, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass.”

“I’ve wondered this myself.” Jacqui smiled.

Dale threw his hands up playfully, “I’m missing the point.”

You looked between him and his watch, the fire casting a warm gleam over it, brightening the brown leather.

“Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while.” Jacqui shrugged her shoulders.

“But there’s you, everyday, winding that stupid watch.” Morales raised his eyebrows at the old man.

“Time- it’s important to keep track, isn’t it? The days, at least. Don’t you think, Andrea? Back me up here.”

They shared a knowing look, their faces glowing in the fire from where you sat. She sent him a seemingly warning glare, but his smile didn’t falter.

“I like- I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said “I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father’s before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, not that you may forget it for a moment now and then, and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.””

Huh,” Morales nodded at the answer, not really expecting it.

Everyone sat in silence around the fire, before Amy broke it, “You are so weird.”

Laughter echoed as you took a swig of beer. It wasn’t wine, but it wasn’t pure water so it would do.

“It’s not me. It’s Faulkner, William Faulkner.”

Amy rolled her eyes at Dale.

The older man chuckled, “Maybe my bad paraphrasing.”

Amy stood, walking away from the fire. Andrea stopped her, “Where are you going?”

“I have to pee.” The younger sister raised her brows, “Jeez, you try to be discreet around here.” She quickly walked off, toward the R.V.

Dale turned to you, “What about you? You fiddle with that on your wrist.” You looked down at the bulky thing around your wrist. “Was my dog’s collar.” Dale’s smile turned sad. While rushing out of your house, you had grabbed the collar from the leash you would walk her around the block with. Her name was embroidered; a gift from Daryl when he first surprised you with a puppy.

You tightened it into a bracelet, holding her memory close. Truthfully, you had forgotten about it being on your wrist. You didn’t notice how much you fidgeted with it. Dale did, when you were on watch with him.

You didn’t think about the dog for long.

The R.V door opened, and Amy stepped out. “We’re out of toilet paper?” She yelled. Before she could get an answer, a hand grabbed her forearm from behind the other side of the door. She stood in shock as a walker moved closer to her. She screamed, feeling the walker bite down.

Your head instantly snapped up, eyes growing wide at the sight. More walkers came from each direction, limping forward. Everyone screamed, jumping up. Parents grabbed their kids, others grabbed weapons. Gunshots echoed, making your ears ring. You were quick to instinctively reach for your gun. Unfortunately, that gun was still in Glenn’s bag with no bullets.

A hand on your shoulder had you swiveling around, pushing the walker that simply snarled at you. Pushing with all your strength, you didn’t wait for it to hit the ground before you were running.

Another walker stumbled toward you from behind, dirty nails digging into your skin. This walker was closer, a stench wafting into your nose before you could push it away. You tried, but from the angle in which the walker had grabbed you, you could only push its head away, fingers avoiding its snipping teeth.

You screamed, still hearing Shane unload his gun in the distance.

Andrea wailed, watching another walker bite a gash out of Amy’s shoulder, right where her neck meets it.

The grip tightened on you, making you hiss. Their nails were long and had the bite to prove it. One final hit had the walker staggering back, grip falling off. You turned, running toward the R.V, where Shane, Lori, Carol, Morales, and their families were. More gunfire rang out.

Making it to the vehicle, you turned back, seeing Daryl and the others coming out of the woods. He was the first out, head snapping in ebery direction. The other were soon to follow.

Daryl spotted you. He looked around, making sure no more walkers were around, before running toward you. Your bodies collided, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He pulled back, “You hurt?”

“No, i don’t think- I don’t know.”

You were in shock, your jumbled words and wide eyes proving it. You couldn’t think. You rubbed where you were scratched.

In your time since the world ended, you had hidden in the top floor of a building. If you were ever met with danger, you always had a gun or knife handy.

Tonight, you were completely unprepared.

In the dark, you couldn't tell if the skin of your arm was broken. Clinging back to Daryl, you turned your head to where Andrea laid beside Amy. Blood pooled around them. Amy’s body went limp, sending Andrea to sobs. Closing your eyes tightly, you turned back to Daryl, pushing your face into his neck. He held you close, hiding the shake in his hands.

He had heard your scream.

That’s what had him running through the woods with only you in mind, leaving the other behind.

Part 3

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threeacttragedy · 6 months ago

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Entry 1 - The One About That Weird Ass Cressida Post

This is my first blog entry and, before you start reading, let me just drop in this little disclaimer:

You will find that I bounce between fact and speculation with a mix of sarcasm and [I hope] level-headedness, common sense, and deductive reasoning.

I am a Lukola. Plain and simple. You will not change my mind. It’s an all or nothing thing for me. How I got here, I’m not exactly sure – wait, no I do know how I got here (thank you Nicola and Luke for being so fucking charming).

Of course, I knew what Bridgerton was before I joined the Lukola fandom. In fact, I watched both Seasons 1 and 2, and they were okay. Yes, just okay.

I knew that Season 3 was about Penelope – the only character I found remotely interesting – so when I saw an article on People’s page showing Nicola and her costar holdings hands, I admit I was intrigued.

Were they dating?

Let’s ask Mr. Google and find out.

No, apparently, they were not.

Okay, fine.

I then made the mistake of clicking on a video of Nicola and Luke being interviewed in Australia. And, motherfuck, they were like lightning in a bottle! Luke – being asked if he believed in friends to lovers – responded in a way that left me feeling a bit blindsided. My immediate thought was: “He fell in love with Nicola the moment he met her.” It’s funny how many people I’ve spoken to since who had an identical reaction and, to be honest, Luke’s response won’t make your heart flutter. But, it was something in the way he said it.

Now, let me explain my feelings about love at first sight. Actually, Nicola explained it best when she said lust at first sight is often mistaken for love at first sight. This, I agree with wholeheartedly. To me, love at first sight does not have to be lusty. It can be, sure, but it can also be something entirely different. Maybe it’s a fleeting feeling of recognizing someone in a way you cannot possibly articulate out loud. Maybe it’s a palpitation of your heartbeat. Maybe it feels like home. Regardless, when you experience it, you’ll know it.

That, my friends, is how I got here, and why I [sometimes begrudgingly] stay here – walking alongside this rather long, winding, and often pothole-filled road waiting for two people to admit to the general public – whether it be in a blatant or subtle manner – that they are, in fact, together.

I’ve noticed in this fandom we seem to have three types of people. We have the Sincerely Ignorant, the Conscientiously Stupid, and the Fact Finders.

The Sincerely Ignorant are those that are easily persuaded. They are like sheep following their shepherd. In fact, the Sincerely Ignorant are the most dangerous as they tend to spiral hard and fast – and often without reason.

Next, we have the Conscientiously Stupid. These are the shippers that choose to live in error because it fits their narrative. We are all a bit Conscientiously Stupid but there are those that push an idea so hard that they omit certain truths from their storyboard. The danger here is obvious and their victims always include the Sincerely Ignorant.

Lastly, we have the Fact Finders. The people who track information – key players, side characters, dates, places, statements, etc. These are the people who often find themselves pulling the Sincerely Ignorant out of the water when they spiral, usually due to narratives being pushed by the Conscientiously Stupid.

I am a Fact Finder. Am I perfect? Fuck no, but I do find it fun to collect and analyze information and share it with my fellow Fact Finders. Plus, collecting data helps me maintain some indifference towards the USS Lukola because, let’s face it, this god-damned ship has been blasted by quite a few cannonballs at this point. Some days, I’m surprised we’re still afloat.

Let’s start with Cannonball No. 1. Pap-fucking-smear. June 12/13, 2024. What a fucking shit show. Who shows up to the London premiere? Antonia, Luke’s – I honestly don’t even know what word to use here because I have a lot of different thoughts but out of [a small amount of] respect I will call her – “girl friend” [yes, that space was intentional]. We all know the story, Luke was papped outside his hotel with Antonia on premiere night and he was pegged an overnight dumpster fire.

And, oh my God, the Sincerely Ignorant and Conscientiously Stupid ran with it. I mean, they practically became wild dogs chasing down a fox under the command of Nicola the Huntsman. However, Nicola, almost immediately, came to Luke’s rescue by posting an “in support of” style story to her IG. I’m not saying Nicola wasn’t affected by this mishap. At the very least, the post-premiere PR efforts were dumped squarely on her tiny shoulders. At the worst, she’d had her heart broken.

I never liked the Papsmear pictures. Not because I disliked what they depicted but because there was something “off” about them. Luke didn’t look like a man happy to be out with his lady friend. He looked like a man who had been hoodwinked and whether that was because he knew he’d just made a major PR misstep or because he knew the narrative that would follow was false doesn’t really matter because it’s all speculative. But, what makes me believe it was the latter is what Luke did next.

On June 15, Luke put a story on his IG promoting Season 3. That isn’t all that interesting but the scene it depicted made me do a double take.

Could it be?

No…no way…

But…it was.

It was the scene in Ep. 6 where Cressida entered the Mondrich Ball and Colin pulled Penelope aside and told her he wouldn’t let Cressida ruin their evening.

What in the hot fuck? I mean, really, what in the hot fuck??

Did Luke really just blast out an IG story where his character tells Nicola’s character not to let the Cressida character ruin their evening? Was Cressida…Antonia?

Because that’s fucking loud.

I mean, of all the scenes over four episodes, Luke chose THAT one to promote Pt. 2?

Surely, Antonia or one of her friends or family members would have picked up on this, right? And, told Antonia.

No one is going to convince me that Luke and Antonia were in a blissful relationship after that IG story was posted. Why? Because the deductive reasoning part of my brain tells me Luke chose Nicola straight outta Pap-gate.

The Conscientiously Stupid may [rather they WILL] argue that it was just for PR. Okay, but that would mean Antonia accepted the comparison between Cressida, the Evening-Ruiner, and herself. Take a moment and put yourself in Antonia’s shoes. Would you accept this from your partner? (P.S. If you said yes, you have bigger problems in life than following real people’s relationships.) We know Antonia accepted this role to some extent because we have evidence she attended events with Luke over the summer. So, what the fuck?

In my opinion, Luke’s IG story is a defining moment in the Lukola narrative, but one that was overlooked in June and one that continues to be overlooked – and ignored – now.

Luke’s character is telling Nicola’s character he won’t let another woman ruin their evening.

Let me repeat that again for you: Luke’s character is telling Nicola’s character he won’t let another woman ruin their evening.

Now wrap your head around that.

#lukola #nicola coughlan #luke newton #my opinion #my thoughts #sincerely ignorant #conscientiously stupid #fact finder #speculation only

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snoopyhughes · 3 months ago

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it's you, it's you, it's really all for you (nh13)

Happy winter fic exchange @puckology101 !!! For the plot I had in mind, I didn't think a Swiss Alps trip was realistic but I hope this does the trick. I tried to detail the beautiful Banff scenery as best as I could (especially for someone who has never been!) so I hope you could truly envision that.

As always, @wyattjohnston Demi thank you so much for hosting this event for our community!

This is 2k+ words, I don't believe there's any mentions of any defining traits but I have not done a thorough check to ensure that this is safe for all to read. If you would like me to do that, shoot me a message and I'm more than willing to double check.

Title from Video Games by Lana del Rey (the live version, iykyk) this is loosely edited!

Nico Hischier, in hind sight, was thrilled that Switzerland was not a part of the four nations tournament. His logical, captain sense knows that he should want to play hockey all the time, work on his game, and he does really love international play. However, he needed a break. The high powered, adrenaline filled season had taken a toll on his body and his mental capacity.

But deep down, he was thrilled. Because that means he gets to go on a trip with his best friend, Y/N. When some of the guys who weren't going to four nations decided to get a group together and take a trip to Banff, complete with skiing, the beautiful winter scenery, and two hot tubs on the property, he jumped on the opportunity, even faster when he knew Y/N could come with.

Dawson insisted that he invited his girlfriend because he promised her a trip on the all star break but she ended up not being able to go. Soon enough, almost all of the guys were inviting their partners, save for Luke who insisted on bringing his best friend Dylan Duke, never one for formalities with girls.

Nico was chronically single, but always by choice. He does not have enough fingers and toes to count the amount of times he's tried to show you how much he loves you, more than a friend, but it never works. Either you're lovingly clueless or you don't feel the same way, the latter causing a pit in his stomach. That being said, Nico will always pick you as his plus one to pretty much anything. If you ever suggest that he find a real date, someone who he might want to be romantically involved with, he shrugs it off immediately, letting you know that "he doesn't have time for a relationship right now" and that "you make him happier than any relationship ever could."

Everything leading up to the trip was relatively smooth. The private jet flight (that you'd never get used to) was like flying on a resort, you were able to get time off work with no problem, and even the packing didn't seem like as much of a chore as it usually does. But things started getting interesting as soon as you, Nico, and the group made it to the ski resort. You always knew you'd be sharing a room, that much never bothered you. You'd shared hotel rooms with him before, having not been a first timer on an all star break trip, which is essentially what this was. Coincidentally, all of the people on the trip ended up with rooms right next to each other. When you opened the door, you saw one huge king bed staring right at you.

You and Nico shared a look, assuming that your room may have gotten mixed up with the others. Sure enough, when you knocked on everyone's door, they all had the same set up as you. The only room with two beds on the floor, it seemed, belong to Luke and Dylan. You thought of asking them to switch, but you could only imagine Luke's dramatics and theatrics if you tried to suggest switching rooms.

"It really doesn't bother me, Y/N. As long as it doesn't bother you, I'm fine with it. Besides, did you see the size of that bed? It could probably fit a third person in there also." You really didn't know why you were so nervous. Of course, you had known you had feelings for Nico. But you always felt that Nico could never have any feelings for you. You had watched Nico flirt with girls in the bar after games, even on the trips you went on, awkwardly tagging along on his side. It was the same way he flirted with you sometimes. It made you feel like you were just another girl for him to flirt with. He had a naturally flirty personality, and you were just another person who came in contact with that.

As you opened the door to the bedroom again, accepting your fate, you took a second to look around and truly take in the room. You were amazed at what you saw. When you first walked into the room, you could clearly see the bathroom, with a jacuzzi tub and a waterfall shower, and even a double vanity sink. In addition to the huge bed, there was a massive TV set up across from it, some of the softest towels you've ever countered in your life, and a huge glass sliding door. When you moved the curtains, you couldn't help the gasp that had came over your mouth.

Nico had seen tons of beautiful mountain scenery in his lifetime, growing up in Switzerland. He had seen the mountains, the snow, all of it. And sure, you had seen snow. It was usually tinged with grey and brown, tire tracks and footprints ruining its true beauty. This, this pure, unaltered beauty of the mountain scene in Banff, it took your breath away. Nico couldn't help but smile, seeing your pure joy, watching the breath get stolen from your mouth as you observed the scenes around you.

"Nico this is... wow," you gasped, leaning in when he wrapped his arm around you, feeling him rest his head atop of yours. Your heart fluttered, feeling like you were meant to be here. "You're my best friend," you smiled nuzzling into his side. "Yeah, my best friend."

You should've known with the room situation that the guys were up to something. After all, Dawson insisted on booking the rooms, saying that Nico deserved a break from his "captain duties," causing Nico to rebut that "booking rooms on a vacation is hardly a 'captain's duty.'" But when you turned away from the mountains, you were beginning to discover that it was possible that you and Nico had gotten the "honeymoon suite." You had your own private hot tub on the deck of your room, the first floor patio backing up into a beautiful mountain scene. You imagined snow falling onto your face and hair as you and Nico lounged in the hot tub together. Your cheeks heat up at the thought, causing you to pull away from Nico. You couldn't allow yourself to get too caught up in the what ifs. If Nico really wanted to make a move on you, he would make a move, not the same move he had made hundreds of other times.

You found yourself in your bathroom getting ready with the other girls that were on the trip. Nico had already gotten ready and was downstairs at the bar drinking with the guys. Since you had gotten in to the resort after 5, you knew no skiing would be happening, so you made reservations at a nice restaurant in downtown Banff.

"So, how's it going with you and Nico? Do you like the room?" Dawson's girlfriend giggling, nudging you in the side. "I knew that couldn't have been accidental. Dawson seemed way too excited watching me trying to figure out how to unlock the room door," you laughed, nudging her right back. "It's so foolish. You both clearly love each other, but neither of you will make a move. It makes no sense. If you guys won't do it, someone else had to try it." You sighed, putting the cap on your lip gloss.

"I know what you mean, but I really don't think Nico likes me back. He acts the same way with every other girl he's come across. If Nico really wants to be with me, I want him to make it known, make it obvious. Do something that lets me know that it's me only, not me and the girls at the bar, not me and the girls who wait for him after games, just me." Whether you realized it or not, the other girls were silently taking notes, and as soon as you went to the bathroom at dinner, they told Nico.

When you arrived with the girls at the restaurant, you learned the guys were already waiting at a table. Nico's eyes lit up when he saw you, smiling wide and blushing at your prolonged eye contact. As you came closer to the table, he took a step toward you, pulling you into a hug. His large hand ran along your back as he pulled you in close, causing goosebumps to raise up your arms and on the back of your neck.

"You look absolutely stunning," he whispered in your ear, causing your cheats to heat up, a smile just as big as Nico's. Nico only pulled away to pull your chair out for you, again causing your cheeks to heat up, the girlfriends smiling around you, although you had genuinely no idea because you couldn't stop staring at Nico.

They wondered how you couldn't see how much he cared for you, more than anyone, especially any other girl. Even the guys could see how much he cared for you. The girls understood deep down, knowing how difficult it can be to be able to fully trust a man, especially if you had been hurt in the past by one. Because yes, they were taking notes to share with Nico. But they really didn't need to. And everything they told him, he already knew.

He knew exactly where you'd want to eat, knowing that you craved your comfort food when you were tired. It was the perfect place to eat after a travel day, and getting to the hotel when it was already dark. He knew your preferred seating choice, and of course he knew that you would want a table with a view of the mountains. He didn't care how much it cost him, or that he had to name drop himself (and Luke) to get the table with the view. All that mattered was that he could sit across from you, and watch you admire the view, while he admired you, which was really all that mattered to him.

And nothing felt more perfect than when the rest of the couples started either making their way back to the resort or to the next stop on their drinking trip down the Main Street in Downtown, you and Nico stayed. The two of you stayed, his hand softly brushing yours as you talked, him with his back to the window, taking that spot specifically so that you could see the scenery. And even as everyone left, leaving the two of you at the table alone, all he wanted to do was look at you. The way you smiled, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you laughed, even the soft yawn you let out towards the end of the night made him smile, his cheeks hurting at the end of the night.

When the uber dropped you two off at the resort at the end of the night, Nico held the door open for you, helping you back into the room. When he moved from the front of your view and you saw what he had done, you couldn't stop the gasp from coming from your mouth. How he had done it while being at the restaurant and you being the last to leave the room, you truly didn't know. But you didn't need the logistics, because it all settled in for you.

It's you. It's always you. It always has been, and always will be. The most beautiful bouquets of your favorite flowers sat around the room, no flower petals on the floor because you both agreed that that was impractical. A bucket of champagne sat cooling right by the glass doors that outlooked the view, the most perfect view. It was then you realized that it was more than Dawson who picked this room, it was Nico, wanting to share the space with you. It was Nico who knew how much you'd love the view. It's Nico. It always has been, and it always will be.

When your eyes locked from across the room, your eyes finally looking up at his, which you knew had been on yours the whole time, you couldn't cross the room fast enough. And when your lips locked with his, everything else floated away. It was like nothing else mattered. As the snow fell in the background just behind you, you knew that it didn't matter where you were, and it didn't matter who came in the way. It was always you.

#nh13 #elle's writing #nico hischier #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #New Jersey devils imagine #New Jersey devils x reader

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azialways · 20 days ago

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i hate to love you

“i love you like id love to see you dead.”

serial killer!reader x canon typical ronin

cw: murder, canon typical violence and gore, swearing, sexual tension, suggestive content

clearly marked 18 plus content, warning given plus 🫀 marked

sex organs nonspecific

3.2k words

Blood on their hands, guts across the floor…it was beautiful. Another job well done.

“The media would eat this up” Y/N thought to themself. Maybe even steal the spotlight from that annoying bitch they called “The Butcher.” The Butcher and Y/N, or as the media called them “The Shredder,” had never officially met. Sure, they were constantly battling for the front page on the tabloids, but they never actually talked or met.

He and they were actually similar in their kills, they were bloody, gorey, and messy. Messy in the sense that there constantly was gore all over the scene. But Y/N’s difference? They would shred the body up into tiny pieces and leave the head untouched. Imagine it, a shriveled and sliced up body with guts leaking out and shit, but the head separated and perfectly clean. Gross, right? It was just how they liked it.

After another night of successful slashing, Y/N went home to clean up. Having blood, guts and body matter wasn’t the nicest thing to have on your body, so a shower was warranted. They forgot how nice it was, the feeling of being clean. It was almost as nice as the kill, almost. The spray of the water, the smell of their soap and shampoo, it was all nice. Slash season was back up again, so it was a constant rinse and repeat of kill shower kill shower, but this time Y/N had to take honest time, since there was so much on them.

Once they were out of the shower, they dried off, put some PJs on and sat on their desk. They were scrolling through the internet when they got a dm on the dark web from someone they didn’t know.

Unknown 9:48PM

Hey! Saw your profile and thought you’d be a lovely addition to our group! Here’s the link, and the code ^^

no rush whatsoever, and i promise this isn’t some weird spam thing 🤍🤍

1 link attached

code: k!llerch8t_b00t.mango

Y/N

uh who ru? sorry lmao i just am kinda suspiciousssss

Unknown

you’ll figure out soon enough! promise i’m not weird, just introducing you to a community i think you’ll like 🤍🤍

Huh. Weird. Maybe they’ll try it for the shits and giggles. Y/N clicked the link, and their IP grabber blocker warns that the link tried to grab it. Ha. Nice try.

Y/N 10:01 PM

an IP grabber? Really? Real rookie.

Unknown

what? there’s an IP grabber??

Ugh that dumbass. Sorry! I’ll deactivate it.

Then there was a hold between the conversation until she claimed she turned it off. So they checked, and there was no warning this time, so they joined. First think Y/N saw, a server named “SLAUGHTERHOUSE_LOSERS_v.4.4.4.mango.” interesting.

then a message in the main chat

#main

Angelic: welcome to our server @ y/n

hitmeuppp: oh shit! new person alert!

goreboy: angel who Did you invite

Angelic: they’ll tell! why don’t you start getting roles and introducing yourself!

y/n: hold on, Angel. youre the one who invited me?

Angelic: yep!

y/n: so what is this?

hitmeuppp: a server for the coolest people on the planet 😼😼

Angelic: Haha, Misaki said it! It’s a server for serial killers, and I figured you’d be interested in meeting more of us.

What did she mean by “more of us.” Did she know who they were???

y/n: wdym…do you like…know who i am?

Angelic: yep! I know who and what you are 🤍

Angelic: but don’t worry! we’re all the same, this isn’t some prank or sting operation

Okay. That’s interesting. A serial killer server? This has gotta be a joke, right? Y/N checked the roles, and clicked the ones that applied. Then saw the intros, which had some ACTUAL serial killer names. They had to ask.

#main

y/n: @Eviscerator1990 wait are you actually the fucking Sunset Slasher?

Eviscerator1990: Yes. I am.

y/n: no fucking way. they never caught you. i’m like, a huge fan.

Eviscerator1990: Nice To Meet A Fan Of Mine. Who Are You?

y/n: you’ll see in intros :p

#introductions

y/n: hey! i’m y/n aka The Shredder 🕺 uhh i go by (your pronouns), i killed quite a few ppl, uh you might’ve heard of me? anyways hope we get along cuz if not ill find you /j

#main 1 server ping!

goreboy: seriously @y/n you’re The fucking Shredder?

y/n: uh yeah, what about it?

goreboy: well well Well, guess i’ve Finally met my biggest Rival.

y/n: i’m not sure i follow

y/n: oh wait yes i do. you’re the Butcher huh?

goreboy: bingo darling. the One and Only.

Angelic: i take it you two know each other?

y/n: something like that…

goreboy: they’re always taking my spot on the front page of the tabloids.

y/n: sucks to suck, goreboy.

y/n: what an edgy ass username anyways. 2020 is calling and they want their account back.

goreboy: shut up Dipshit or i’ll shred You Myself

y/n: woah woah woah, no need to get so feisty. take me out on a date first 🙄

goreboy: i’m sure you and My crowbar would Make just Fine dates.

hitmeuppp: alright guys let’s be nice, as much as i love the drama.

Then they got a ping from private messages.

goreboy would like to send you a message!

Y/N accepted

goreboy

so, you’re actually The Slasher? or are you Some wannabe?

y/n: would Angel invite me if I wasn’t?

goreboy: true. you got any pics to prove it?

y/n: what? do you need something to jerk off to at night?

goreboy: heh. you’re cute. i got the Tabloids for that, Sweetheart.

goreboy: regardless. You and I have been at it for a while, huh? Think it’s time we finally see what the other looks like?

y/n: one file attatched {selfie of Y/N standing over a slashed up body with the head loose}

y/n: that good enough for ya?

goreboy: plenty, darling.

Then Y/N turned off their PC, tucking into bed for the night. The night was generally quiet, dreamless, nothing abnormal. But for some reason, they woke up earlier than usual. They checked the time, 5am. They were bored, so they sat on their chair and launched Netflix. It was time to watch Heathers again, it was a comfort movie, regardless of how not comforting it can be.

Unfortunately, goreboy would not let down. He was awake too, and he kept spamming them every 10 minutes or so, so eventually they paused the movie and switched tabs. There was 20 unread messages and 2 missed calls.

goreboy

goreboy: respond. I know you’re not Busy.

goreboy: aw look, your news Page is up!

goreboy: a link attached: The Slasher strikes Again!

y/n: aw you’re stalking my tabloid? you’re obsessed.

y/n: what do you want i'm watching Heathers.

goreboy: good movie. 10/10 would Recommend.

goreboy: now get on call.

y/n: no.

goreboy: yes.

y/n: no. heathers is more important.

goreboy: while I typically would Agree with That statement. no.

y/n: you’re just gonna spam me til I respond, won’t you.

goreboy: pretty much.

y/n: fuck you.

goreboy: you can try.

goreboy wants to video chat

They clicked yes, and the call loaded up. He wasn’t what Y/N thought he’d look like. He’s got burgundy hair, little long but not too long. He wore a sweater and a beanie with little devil horns, a shit ton of jewelry and a cocky ass smirk.

“well well well, we finally meet.” He spoke. God, he even partially sounded like a 2020 kid.

“God you even sound like a 2020 kid. You sound so forced.” They chuckled, finding something to poke fun at.

“I mean…kinda is. That’s what happens when you never do proper voice training and just take illegal man drugs from an alleyway.” He shrugged, and it took a second to realize what he meant by that.

“what how do you-OHHHH. I see.” You nodded. He was actually pretty cis passing, wouldn’t have guessed that he was trans unless they saw him naked or something. not that they wanted to but…fuck now they have the picture in their head. Their face was definitely red, they could feel it.

“What’s with the blush, darling?” He teased.

“What’s circling that depraved little brain of yours.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Definitely not nothing if you’re blushing like crazy.”

“shut up.”

“make me.” He responded, leaning back in his chair.

That got to them. That plus the stupid smirk on his face? God he was irritating.

“maybe I should.” They muttered, but it was loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“what was that?” He teased.

“i should shut you up. maybe with my knife. Plunge it into your chest, and rip your heart out. How bout that, Ronin.” They quickly responded.

“Aw, how romantic.” He responded, looking at them teasingly.

“Shut up.” They then hung up. They needed another kill. It was 5am, there weren’t many people to kill, so maybe they’d stay nearby, incase the light came up and ruined their cover. They stayed close, the alley three streets down, and there was somebody there. Ugh their outfit was hideous, that outfit deserved death. So they got behind, and dragged him away from the opening and stabbed him in the throat, then the chest. Once he was down, they ripped his chest open and cut his organs out, more blood pooling all over. They snapped a picture for Ronin on their hidden camera app, then left him there. They returned to their place swiftly, scrambling up the stairs and threw their clothes into the sink and stepped into the shower.

Once they were clean, they plopped down into their chair, opening the chat between them and Ronin, sending the photo with the caption;

y/n: one photo attached.

y/n: this is what you do to me.

goreboy: i kill You? i rip your Guts out? quite the Cryptic message, y/n.

y/n: you make me wanna kill someone, Ronin.

goreboy: awh, cute.

goreboy: wanna kill Someone together?

goreboy: butcher/slasher Collab?

y/n: thought you despised me.

goreboy: i just Thought we could Share the tabloids This time.

y/n: not a horrible idea. you still piss me off though.

goreboy: i’m sure I do, Darling.

goreboy: tonight. 9pm. purgatory. be there or i’ll find you myself.

y/n: i’d like to see you try. but not today, i’ll be there ;)

goreboy: good. first date lookin Fun asf.

y/n: don’t get ahead of yourself, hon.

goreboy: how can i Not when it’s Someone as gorgeous As you?

y/n: oh we’re flirting now?

y/n: see you in 15 hours, handsome.

They then shut off their PC, and turned to their closet. Ugh, what to wear on a murder date with your enemy? Black, obviously. Tight long sleeve? No, they need to be able to move. Maybe just keep it normal. Black hoodie, baggy sweater and pants with their boots.

TIME SKIP: 8:30 PM

They put on the clothes they set out, cargo pants, baggy tee and a hoodie. Then their weapon, the dagger their dad gave them, obviously not intended for this purpose but…oh well. They sheathed it and tucked it in their jacket pocket. They also put their gun in their pant pocket in case things went wrong. It had a silencer obviously. They then cleaned up a little, put some eyeliner on, black eyeshadow…and voila. They put the hoodie on and set out to the address he gave. It was kinda nonspecific, but he said “you’ll know.”

messages

Ronin

Ronin: you on Your way?

You: yep. eta 5 minutes.

Ronin: already waiting for you, darling.

Once they had arrived, it was obvious where to turn, and there it was. The place Ronin called Purgatory. They stepped in, and they suddenly felt being pulled back onto something, someone. They felt cold metal on their throat, a crowbar. Ha, typical. They just let it happen, they knew it was Ronin. Y/N then pushed under and away, holding their dagger to his throat.

“Should’ve known it was me, Ro. You’re smarter than that.” They spoke softly, still holding the dagger softly.

“I know, I just wanted to see how you’d react. and you passed, baby.” His voice was annoyingly hotter in person. Deeper than the mic he used made it to be.

“I see. Cmon genius, I see bait.” They pushed off, then waited for him.

“Right there.” He pointed out. “Go get em, Tiger.”

Y/N just chuckled, swiftly grabbing the person from behind and stabbing their throat so they couldn’t scream. Y/N shoved them onto the ground, looking at Ronin.

“you wanna start?” They muttered. He nodded, taking his crowbar and striking him right in the skull, then again, brain matter spewing out.

“can I rip him?” Y/N begged.

“Fine.” He sighed disappointedly. Y/N then got down and stabbed right in the chest and gutted him down, ripping him open like a fish. They then etched B+S on the heart, a mark of their collaboration.

The two took turns grossing up the body, and by the time they were done, there was barely any body left. Ronin cut the limbs off and Y/N skinned and gutted. There were intestines and kidneys and all other organs spread around like a gorey art display. It was the perfect scene of gore and depravity. Y/N looked at Ronin, who was very satisfied with their work.

“Congrats baby, we have officially had our first collaboration.” He chuckled evilly, taking in the sight.

“Guess so. It’s beautiful isn’t it.” He looked at them, then their lips…god he wanted to kiss them.

“I guess, you’re prettier”

“Ronin I-what?” They laughed softly at him, slapping his arm.

“Ugh for fucks sake, you’re not bad is what I’m saying.”

“Bad at what?” They asked cluelessly.

“Jesus fuck you’re clueless. Don’t make me spell it out, I think you’re hot, okay! I…want you.”

“I guess. It hurts me to say you’re not horrible either…you’re quite attractive to be honest.” They looked at him, and he just raised his eyebrow.

“You think so, huh?” He chuckled, walking towards them, backing them against the graffiti walls. “Well, I think you look good enough to eat. All covered in blood and gore, ugh. It’s sexy.” He muttered, leaning in, dropping his crowbar. He whispered in their ear.

“And I think you feel the same about me…don’t you Y/N?” He asked, but he knew the answer. The way your body reacted, pink cheeks, that hitch in your breathing when he got close…it told him everything he needed to know.

“y-yeah…you’re looking hot as fuck right now, Ro.” They mumbled, their speaking going soft as he kissed their neck. Soft curses escaped their lips as his canines sunk into the soft skin.

“Mmm you like this, don’t you.” He whispered, looking up at you like sin itself. “The way my teeth feel on your skin, giving you all my attention. you love it.” He teased, nibbling into that sensitive spot under your jaw.

“F-fuck Ronin, goddamn it…” They moaned softly.

“No god here baby…just me.” He teased Y/N relentlessly, ghosting touches, gentle kisses when Y/N wanted his teeth in their neck. He kissed their neck with softness and care, but bit into their collarbone and shoulder like he needed a taste to survive.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart, yeah?” He whispered, and when they didn’t oblige, he pulled their face to look at him.

“Fuck off.” They sassed, giving him a hard time.

“Fuck, you got such a damn mouth on you.” He spoke threateningly, then he tilted his head slightly and kissed them roughly. It wasn’t a battle of love or tenderness, no it was pure want. need. desire. There was nothing gentle about them, Y/N’s hands were around his neck and in his hair, his were on their waist, pulling them impossibly closer. His hips grinded against theirs, which elicited a soft moan from him, and fuck was it hot.

“Don’t hold back baby…let me hear ya” He mumbled against their lips before going back in. This time, Y/N was more vocal for him, the soft moans and whines every time he did something right, it was heaven to his ears. Heaven was never a place Ronin thought he’d see, but with them, he was their next frequent flier.

🫀NSFW STARTS HERE

He then dipped lower, slipping their shirt up and kissing down their chest…stomach, looking up at them, his eyes asking the question. They just nodded, so he undid their belt, and pulled their pants down, then underwear, then inhaled, looking up at them one more time before bringing his mouth down. His tongue and mouth worked miracles on them, their hand on his head forcing him closer, and the other was covering their mouth so that they didn’t cry out and get them caught.

“Don’t.” He spoke, bringing a hand up to pull their arm down. “Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you. Every damn noise.” He then stuck a finger in, stretching them out.

“You want my fingers baby…hm?” He then put another in, earning a whine out of them as they nodded frantically. He then curled his fingers in, earning another whine, while his tongue still worked them. They were in heaven because of this man, the man that they had a tabloid war with…was at his knees for them.

They were done for. The feeling was addictive, they needed this more than everything…and fuck they were close.

“Ro…fuck i’m gonna cum. please-fuck.” They moaned, urging him to go further, but no, he withdrew his fingers and stood up. That earned a disappointed whine from them, which he quickly addressed.

“Uh uh, don’t give me the face. I just wanna be inside you when you cum…” He mumbled in their ear, then began undoing his belt and pants. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up and pushing in, he let out a soft groan.

“Oh fuck-fuck darling…so perfect-jesus christ…” He groaned, holding Y/Ns hips tight and pushing into them with a desperate pace that showed how much he needed them. He leaned in for a kiss while his hips thrusted into them…the two connected by a string of saliva when pulling away, just to pull them back in.

He kept his thrusts strong, and Y/N could feel the orgasm building up again.

“Ronin-fuck i’m gonna-“

“I know baby…me too.”

He panted, and within minutes the two came together, their moans mixed in a perfect harmony. He eventually pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, then helping them get clothed. They were covered in bite marks, a fucked up reminder of the day, but Y/N wouldn’t have it otherwise.

“Just know you’ll feel it tomorrow.” He winked, and they stood up, feeling dizzy at first.

“We’ll see. Cmon, let’s get out before cops find us.”

And they walked away, hand in hand.

#booklr #killer chat ronin #ronin beaufort #killer chat #ronin #ronin x reader #fanfiction #cw smut #cw suggestive #cw: gore #cw blood #freaky

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barren-heart · 4 months ago

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I haven’t really made a post about my feelings on this season, other than i do like it and i do like the finale.

However, i do have a theory on this season that ive had for awhile but i felt like it was controversial to say.

I do think this season did feel slightly off but not in a bad way. Let me explain.

First, I want to say i like a lot of the ideas for this season.

I liked Guillermo “moving out” officially and “getting his own place.” I thought him living in the wank shed was funny and also getting a job in the human world was a good move. I hyperventilated when i saw he worked at Panera again.

I liked that the writers wrote in Natasia’s pregnancy with the Rosemary’s Baby bit. Nadja got to be around humans which i think she wanted to always do more of. She even became more sensitive to human issues even if she doesn’t experience those feelings exactly like humans herself.

I like when Laszlo invents and I’m glad he was able to do something that wasn’t really connected to the main plot. I like that seanie came back with Laszlo, although i missed seeing him in the finale (i did like the alt version with him.) I like the vampires getting their own side adventures and he got to do this with Colin, which was a plus. I like that we got some of his background with his dad.

I liked that Colin was feeling alone with the changing dynamics and how he came to get closer to the monster since both of them are different to the vampires.

I liked that they did bring up Nandor’s search for love again. I honestly never thought they would bring it up again. The batcave was fun and the janitor bit was funny. I liked Nandor’s army and I’m glad we could see his old warrior side again.

I like that Nandor and Guillermo reconnected and that Guillermo doesn’t leave forever. I always worried that would end the show with Guillermo saying goodbye to the vampires for good. I liked the fake-out ending where if someone wanted that ending, they got it. That was bittersweet enough for some people, and could have worked. But, i liked that he came back and that it showed us, the audience, that Guillermo is so aware of the cameras that he does hide things on camera. I like seeing Nandor and Guillermo’s first meeting.

I liked that the last scene was Nandor inviting Guillermo into his coffin and that the Newhart alternate ending is the one they use on streaming. I like that they were the married couple featured in it when it could have easily been any pairing on the show like Laszlo and Nadja or Charmaine and Seanie or even the monster and I don’t know…Jerry?? lol.

I did wish The Guide had more onscreen plot than Nandor’s kinda love interest and working with Jerry mostly offscreen, even though I’m glad they did show her love. I think i really missed her being involved in the main cast.

I would have loved if the gang had an arc together. I don’t believe the main A plot involved everyone until the end. There was a lot of side adventures (which is fun), which gets me to my theory…

I don’t think the show was supposed to end with season 6.

Yeah, I’m one of those that believes that the show was cancelled. I think they wrote season 6 with the intention to have a season 7.

I think Harvey and Kayvan’s interviews since the news broke convinced me. Especially Harvey being so heartbroken on Instagram and Kayvan mentioning a season 7 constantly. And now that they are both talking about a spin-off, it all makes sense.

I think this was just a normal season that they already wrote and when FX pulled the plug, the writers went back in and added a few things here and there.

So, yeah. Season 6 would have been their friendship era and then season 7 would’ve worked towards the romance era. Episode 10 does work as a season finale, but not a series finale.

The documentary crew ending the documentary IS SUCH A GOOD PLOT. I think it was funny that they just ended the documentary, but thought it would be funnier if they started that plot from the beginning of season 6. Imagine the vampires fighting over how to end the documentary.

Jerry could have been an episode later and he could have been killed off in the second to last episode.

I think the writers did write episode 11 as an add-on to finish the show, but it didn’t really connect with the rest of the season.

I don’t think the finale had a surprise twist at all. And this show is actually good at season finale twists. Guillermo is actually a vampire slayer?! Colin was dying and came back as a baby?! Guillermo turned into a vampire?!

Yeah, their arcs and twists are honestly really good and thought out.

But, i think whatever twist ending they had was written out. Which leads me to my old theory:

The Guillermo is an energy vampire theory.

I still actually believe this was true, or at least a version of it. Watching it with the lens of Guillermo becoming a/an (energy) vampire again makes sense as the surprise twist. Enough was laid out that it could have connected so easily.

But ending the show that way might not have worked well since i do think they needed a bit more time, and i think that’s why any vampire!Guillermo stuff was removed. Because they didn’t have time to finish it properly.

And it would have tied up Colin’s arc of loneliness. I didn’t mind him connecting with the monster (i liked it a lot actually!). It felt like they were gearing up for Colin and Guillermo to connect on some level, and connecting to Guillermo becoming an energy vampire would’ve worked pretty well. That would have connected those plots together.

I do believe they wanted to do more with Guillermo’s arc but starting too much would’ve made the season really really full.

Actually ending everyone’s arc probably would have done that, too. I want more energy vampire lore. I want more Nadja connecting to her roots. I want to know why The Guide is really magical and what’s her name??

I think they truly needed one or two more seasons for that to be honest.

Which leads me back to the Nandermo of it all, too.

I think season 6 was about Nandermo reconnection arc after season 5’s Nandermo breakup arc.

I think they wanted to have Nandor and Guillermo make up first and then work towards their romantic arc going forward.

And that makes sense to me. They spent the season making them equals. And that feels earned to me. They ended the season together as equals.

And by The Finale, it seems like the writers knew they couldn’t add enough to finish every arc. And I respect that tbh.

I would have wanted a little more time with Nandor and Guillermo reconnecting before they kissed.

I do think that was the reason for the Newhart ending. It was a fun little homage but it was a Nandermo nod without having to skip over the important romantic arc they didn’t have time for.

It left the series open enough that if they don’t do a spinoff, we can fill in the rest.

And that explains the Guillermo’s “secret affair” and “the secret Nandermo batcave” and Nandor caring about the cameras being gone.

However, I think they left it open so that if they had the chance, they could do a proper spin-off to work toward the Nandermo romance arc we deserve instead of closing that door forever.

TLDR: I like season 6, but i do think the show was cancelled by FX and that’s why it felt a little different. Hopefully we do get the Nandor and Guillermo spin-off and potentially another What We Do in the Shadows movie to wrap it up completely.

It doesn’t feel like the end, but a new beginning.

#some critique #wwdits #nandermo #nandor the relentless #nadja of antipaxos #lazslo cravensworth #guillermo de la cruz #Colin Robinson

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notsogoodangel · 1 year ago

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Traffic Series: Who is the best player?

I was watching this video by Eddache in which he investigated who won the Wacky Races, in which he made a point to differentiate who won the most first places AND who is consistently the best player (such as who always came in second place), and I wanted to do the same.

This was very easy because, luckily, the Traffic SMP wiki (which I usually don't like to use) did give me the order of elimination for each season, so I didn't have to go through the last 2 to 3 episodes of every season just to do it. It was just a time saver.

Some disclaimers:

THIS IS NOT ABOUT KILLS, IS ABOUT POSITIONS ON WHO DIES FIRST. Kills require skill, but that is not as necessary as just surviving. Is a survival game after all. Plus there are plenty of graphs that show who has killed the most in a certain season across all seasons.

Originally I wanted to use the Nascar/F1/Mario Kart scoring system since it made the most sense, and is technically what inspired this investigation. The problem is that it doesn't give points after 10th-12th place, which wouldn't work for a game with 14-17 players.

Instead, what I did for the scoring system is that I put the number they placed (ex. Jimmy came in 14th), divided by the number of players in the season, and then divided those numbers by the number of seasons they have played. The reason why is because, for example, Mumbo placed 16th in a season but only played for 2 seasons, his number will be bigger than Jimmy, who has come in last every season and is, objectively, a worse player.

This is still not a perfect system because some players only have played once or twice, so I don't have enough data to truly reflect their average. Although the players who only played once or twice (Mumbo, Lizzie, and Gem), are about where you believe them to be.

Lastly, despite Double Life having pairs dying at the same time, I did give them individual scores. The reason is because there IS a real winner in that season, so I just used the positions they used in the wiki. I don't know why they gave them those positions, but I just used them for simplicity.

There are some ties, but what I did in those cases: I just chose who was on top based on another table I did, but didn't end up using because of the previous Mumbo-Jimmy problem. So, I will just use it as a tied break and fun facts!

ALRIGHT LET'S SEE THE RESULTS!!!!

PEARL IS THE BEST PLAYER!!!! SLAY QUEEN!!!

Here's the results in order:

PearlescentMoon

GeminiTay

Scott Smajor

Martyn Inthelittlewood

GoodTimesWithScar

Grian

impulseSV

RenDog

BdoubleO100

Ethoslab

Joel SmallishBeans

BigB/Bigbst4tz2

ZombieCleo

TangoTek

Skizzleman

Lizzie LDShadowLady

Mumbo Jumbo

Jimmy Solidarity

To be completely honest, I was surprised that Pearl is one of the best players. She is usually someone that people, players, and fans, don't tend to pay much attention to in this aspect. Like, THIS GIRL HAS NEVER BEING IN A PLACE LOWER THAN 4TH.

We know that Scott (3rd) is usually one of the last to survive and is almost a good luck charm for whoever he is allied with, or the players calling Martyn (4th) a survivalist and constantly considered a threat, and both know how to play the game VERY well, but people don't do that with Pearl.

What I was most interested was that middle section because we all knew that Jimmy, Lizzie, Mumbo, and Skizz are the worst players in the entire series. Everyone is very much aware of it, including themselves.

Who could have guessed that Grian is, statistically, a worse player than Scar. Grian and Scar have won once each, but Scar is consistently in 9th place aside from 3rd and Secret, while Grian is all over the place. He sometimes is on 4th, and sometimes he is 10th. Which is the same with Impulse, who he is tied with score-wise.

Fun fact: Etho and Joel, and BigB and Cleo, were tied in the other table that I didn't end up using, and that is reflected here in which all of them are VERY close to each other score-wise. So, if Etho is washed out/bad at PvP, Joel is, and BigB and Cleo are worse about it and shouldn't say anything about it.

Bdubs, Ren, and Tango are so interesting to me, because what do you mean Bdubs is better than half of the server???? How is Tango so bad he is under that big dip (He is 14th with 0.74, and Cleo the 13th is 0.56)!?! HOW DID I FORGET REN WAS 2ND PLACE IN LAST LIFE?!?!?! IS THAT REALLY MY WET PATHETIC DOG OF HERMITCRAFT SEASON 10?!?!

Also, here's the table with every place of every player and how many players were in any given season, for easier understanding:

PS: The winners of every season are the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th best players. It might help their overall average, but not fully because Impulse has the same score as Grian(6th), and has never won a game. As I mentioned, Pearl has never been a placed lower than 4th, and aside from Martyn and Scott hitting 10th and 11th, are always in the top half.

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dazedantics · 1 month ago

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So I just finished binging Invincible and wanna talk about it. Other than the show, I know nothing about it, the comic or the people involved in making the animated series. So this isn't focused on any behind the scenes or stuff like that, just my immediate thoughts. Spoilers I guess

First, I had known it through memes back when it was first coming out. I thought the style looked like something I'd be interested in so I was like, "yeah I'll check it out" then promptly forgot about it. Then it kinda started resurfacing again with fanfics so I was like, "now I really gotta watch it."

I knew it'd be bloody and I knew it was superheroes.

Still wasn't prepared for it.

Anyways, I loved it. The small details really had me, like the demon detective causing the rooms he was in to be really cold, Debbie's clothes drawn more flowy when she starts to relax, or how Mark was drawn more tired as the series went on. I also loved how characters with brief appearances in the beginning were always brought back later, like "Hey I remember you."

I also liked how it started pretty basic, like the original guardians all seemed to be copies of already well known heros (Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Batman, etc.) So you kinda expect the same type of heroic story to unfold. But then BAM! You got a whole bunch of bloodshed and betrayal from the get-go. We're not in Kansas anymore Smallville

Which let me talk about the blood for a minute. There is. So. Much. Blood. Like I feel like I saw Mark in more red than he ever was in blue, my God. And the title screen changes? First season of getting splattered with blood, more and more of it till fully covered? I loved that detail. Plus how all the other title changes afterwards looked, one of them being the screen cracking and crumbling until a new colored title was left, I feel like it really fit with the show like how Mark's world, and he himself, was changing, becoming gruesome or broken or just different. Loved the title screens. Plus how, at first, no one said the name "Invincible" just cutting to the title screen. That was fun.

I liked Mark's relationships too, like they felt real which I'm not usually a fan of (the drama of it). But he worked through it so well, so did the people he was with (his mom, Eve, Amber, William). They were all oddly sweet and understanding and I thought it was nice to see. Even his bad relationships were pretty real feeling (with Cecil, his dad, the other heroes). Those moments when they were focused on made me think "Mark's really sweet" and "Mark is a good guy" in both the personal and heroic sense.

Which is a perfect detail to have me thinking through the story because that's essentially what he's struggling through. Wanting to be the good guy, do the right thing, help/save everyone. But not always being able to because there's to many things to do, too many people to save. Having to wonder if being a full and true good guy is the right thing. Being slowly broken down by that worry, by the people starting to blame you for one wrong thing over looking at the multitude of good.

And later in the show making his brother Oliver be the voice in his head to cause him to doubt the straight path even more. Having Oliver, such a small and young kid so blatantly okay with killing and encouraging Mark to do it as well? That was such a good detail. Cause, maybe Oliver is full alien and the mindset might be different, but you don't expect that from a child. And since he's his brother, Mark would slowly become more inclined to listen. He'll have to decide what he's okay with, what type of hero he wants to be. You hope for the best, cause you know he's good, but want to see what breaks him, if he can pull himself out of it.

It was nice to see Mark drop out of college too, then see him needing to still live with his mom for afterwards. That's sounds weird but I mean it's nice since there are a lot of people who do the same, which further helps build a connection to him. It was nice to see how different characters felt toward college too, like Mark had bad grades, yes cause superhero stuff, but people go through that and go despite it. And his main reason for going wasn't cause it's something he was pushed towards, it was for his girlfriend which is also a relatable motivator for some people. Amber just always wanted to go, William's motives seemed like a mix between Mark and Amber's (going just cause and for his to be boyfriend). Then there's Eve who didn't want to go, which a lot of people don't, but then decided it was better if she did, and some people change their minds the same way.

I also loved how multiple different types of a family could be portrayed. Eve with parents she wants to get away from, Rex with no family, many heroes only being seen for their experimental value, and Mark with the perfect family. Mark who goes from the ideal setting to being broken, fighting between parents then between parent and kid. I thought it was a unique detail. More ways for an audience to relate.

And the fighting between parent and kid?

I kinda wish that Omni-man was a full on bad guy cause it'd be interesting. But there are plenty of other straight bad guys for that, and then it'd leave the story at a bit of a stand still, kinda make Omni-man irrelevant. But that part's not too important.

Getting to see him be the perfect father and husband at first? Then see him for the first time hint that he may be hiding something when he (what we learn is the first ever time) punched Mark for training? Hearing how Mark felt about it then seeing the two hug and make up? It was sweet. You root for things to say nice and perfect, hope they'll work things out.

Then that doesn't happen. There's hiding and snooping, lies and manipulation. The dropping of a persona. Admission of it all, of what the true intent was the whole time, saying your family basically didn't matter? That your wife was a pet?

And father and son fight.

And it is grotesque and bloody, unforgiving and angry. Millions of civilians caught in the battle, Mark feeling at fault for it. I felt so hurt watching it, just thinking "how could you do that to your kid?" Then hearing a battered and bruised, barely breathing Mark say "I'd still have you, Dad." Seeing how much he still loves him despite all of this? My soul is in pain.

And Omni-man just vanishes without a word.

Very sad and beautiful.

And his mom needing to point out how much she did for Mark, how unappreciated her work went by others and herself? A very real situation. Having a kid so in awe by a parent who is out there working, or something similar, but not really caring too much about the one at home? Starting to break down once realizing it, having to do things by yourself officially despite technically having always done it. Also sad and heart wrenching

Two sides to the same coin

But not just Mark got the scenes to pull at your heartstrings. There was a few scenes of kinda unimportant people too, where they'd just talk about their situations but say how much they love where they're at despite it. Some scenes there weren't even words, but you could tell everything through the music and animation. I just feel like they did a good job making you think about the normalcy while bringing in the super stuff.

The show is just good at bringing up the realities of what a hero can face, the hardships, the pain, the worry and doubt, which really makes me love it

For all it's seriousness and heavy topics though, the show was still funny. And the voice actors did a great job with the dialogue as well. There were lines not expected from heroes, but are from normal people, which they are under the masks.

I think that's all I have to say for know

Overall, it was really good, loved watching it, and can't wait for more. I will be consuming any other Invincible stuff I can while I'm obsessed which hopefully includes reading the comics at some point

#invincible #invincible review #show thoughts #mark grayson #omni man #debbie grayson #nolan grayson #oliver grayson #atom eve #cecil stedman #rex splode #viltrumite #invincible series #superhero #animated series #invincible animated series #viltrum

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imnotyetfound · 8 months ago

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My take on Five/Lila - and why they were endgame

I’ve seen so many people say that Five and Lila didn’t make any sense, and I just disagree. I've tried to really motivate why, and also why I see them as endgame. Feel free to agree or disagree.

First of all, Five and Lila share a common background of being raised plus trained as survivors and weapons. Five was molded by his time in the apocalypse, the Commission and his ruthless upbringing within the Hargreeves family, while Lila was similarly trained and manipulated by the Handler. Both of them were forced into brutal, high-stakes environments from a young age, developing a sense of independence, ruthlessness, and survival instincts that the rest of the family can’t fully relate to. We see this especially in Five and Lila’s difficulties in showing emotional vulnerability and trusting others. This shared experience means they both understand the cost of their traumatic upbringings and can relate to each other’s emotional scars in ways others just won’t be able to. So already by this, they’re somewhat bonded from the start.

In other similarities both Five and Lila possess extraordinary intelligence and tactical thinking. They challenge each other in a way no one else does. This has been an ongoing thing between them, bouncing off each other and sometimes teaming up. It’s also what drew them to work on another mission together in S4, there has always been some kind of pull/push there. Personality-wise both Five and Lila have a dark sense of humor and a cynical outlook on the world. But despite the cynicism, they still manage to eventually relax and find humor in each other’s company. The lighter moments we’ve seen between them at times have been an interesting contrast to their otherwise serious and violent lifestyles.

I do believe their shared backgrounds and personalities created a bond that was then further strengthened during the years they spent lost in the subway together. Isolated from the rest of the world, they literally only had each other for company. The intimacy and trust that grew between them was inevitable. When you have no one else to rely on, you’re going to develop a relationship stronger than under normal circumstances. So over those years, they must have grown close in ways that no one else could fully understand. Even though we didn't get to see every detail of how it unfolded (because the season was way too short), it’s not difficult to imagine.

I’d also say they naturally grew a bond stronger than with any other character at that time, except for the one between mother and child which is why Lila’s need to be with her children would always make her go home if given the chance. Five knew this and it’s the reason he kept the solution from her for months.

Now, to my thoughts about their actions in regards to Diego as this is often brought up. The argument that Lila cheated on her husband with Five is understandable from a moral perspective, if we see it as just that without any context. But when you consider the circumstances it is way more nuanced. You have to look at not only the environment they found themselves in, but also the emotional and psychological journey they went through together. Their relationship was ultimately forged over a shared background and then several years of isolation. Then you add to the fact that Diego seems to have treated Lila like crap in the years leading up to the isolation, she said it herself he was always moping around and complaining while she sacrificed her life to stay at home and take care of the kids. She even told him she needed a break to reassess their relationship. I do believe her and Five had somewhat already begun an emotional affair before the isolation, the way they were sneaking off together and clearly wanted to keep their thing separate from Diego and the others. Yet they still didn’t get physical until they settled down, believing they weren’t gonna find a way back.

Also, it’s important to here consider the strength of the bond, as I mentioned earlier, that Five and Lila must have developed over those years. They knew each other better than anyone else by the end. Spending every day together in a survival situation with nothing else around would likely create an unparalleled level of intimacy and emotional closeness. This bond would probably transcend Lila’s previous relationship with Diego, and maybe even Five’s bond with his siblings. It’s been years since he returned to them and they had all grown in separate directions. Lila and Five however had recently experienced something life-changing together, and it is unfair to dismiss the strength of their connection as something unethical or out of character when their reality had shifted so drastically from when the show started.

Another important point here is how the relationship with Lila allowed Five to finally be "human" and emotionally open in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to be before. Five was obviously emotionally detached as a result of both his past trauma and the burden of being a hyper-intelligent man in the body of a boy. With Lila, he had the chance to just feel love and trust without worrying about anything else. So I do think this outweighs his “betrayal” against his brother as people claim.

Now on to how and why Five and Lila were endgame. I’m convinced that Lila did love Five despite her choice to leave their isolation. To me this was cemented as she didn’t deny her feelings when Diego asked her straight out. If she wanted to make Diego feel better she could have easily denied her feelings for Five to reassure him. Yet even when asked twice she couldn’t do it. There was also Lila’s look of relief when Five returned to them at the end. It was Five who Lila allowed to comfort her after she said goodbye to her family, trusting him in her most vulnerable moment instead of blipping back to Diego and the others. These events showed the deep trust and emotional intimacy that still existed between them after returning to “the real world”. Despite her saying it was over. I also want to add here that Lila took Five’s hand as they were dying, the look between them was for me at least silently saying they loved each other.

So all in all I do believe that the connection and love between Five and Lila was authentic. It also made sense. They’re able to understand each other’s emotional complexities, including their darker tendencies, without needing to change who they are. Still their time together seemed to actually have softened them both when they finally had the chance to settle down, almost as if they were healing from past trauma together. This would forge a relationship that no one else could replicate without going through the same experience. Making Five and Lila a reasonable endgame, which they also were in my eyes considering they died holding hands.

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Summary: Five and Lila's shared background of trauma, matched intelligence, and similar personalities means they make sense. They shared a bond that was only further strengthened during their years of isolation. For 7 years they only had each other to rely on. This inevitably created an intimacy and relationship that couldn’t be compared to what they had had with anyone else. Outweighing what they did to Diego when you consider all context. Lila and Five ended up being human and vulnerable with each other on a level they hadn’t been with anyone else. Ultimately Lila’s refusal to deny her feelings for Five, her relief when he returned, him comforting her as she sent her family away and then finally them dying hand-in-hand, showed that they were endgame.

#five/lila #fivela #five x lila #tua s4 #tua #five hargreeves #lila pitts #wrote this whole thing after getting annoyed at the fandom for just dismissing Five and Lila with no valid points #only because they want to see Five miserable with a mannequin #and Lila in a crappy marriage because they love Diego #I love Diego too but him and Lila didn’t make any sense except for physically #she got pregnant by accident when they’d known each other for a very short time #her and Five however had a solid ground before getting together #wrote it for Reddit originally since there was a lot of hate there

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jinkiezzsstuff · 1 year ago

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Written & Writing :)

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Currently I’m not writing for hazbin hotel- so sorry for anyone who wanted more as that’s most my following currently (so sorry lads ;-;) but it seems the focus on Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss has fizzled out. I’m currently on a Star Wars n the last of us (hbo) kick, perhaps if you’re interested in requesting something from there I’ll give it a go. Thanks for all the love sorry for disappearing kiss kiss

*: The stars indicate explicit content 18+, all GN pronouns and anatomically; otherwise will be specified.

Hazbin Hotel:

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 ��𝓇𝑒𝓌:

Transported (Male reader): 【1】【2】

[3]

Reader gets thrown into the Hazbin Hotel after falling down a well, now he’s having a blast interacting with all his favs while also experiencing the fun first hand.

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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇:

Wing Grooming: 【1】【2*】

You help Lucifer maintain his healthy wings, and in the first part he suggest stopping before things go south, in the second part, things go south straight to smut town.

Met the Devil* Human!reader || PT2

You’re a plain and simple human until you meet a strange man in the night who gives you a card, mysteriously that same strange man shows up at the cottage your house sitting.

Request: Cockwarming Lucifer at Mammon performance

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒:

Zip Zap (male reader)

Charlie gets followed by Valentinos boys, readers there to save the day.

Request: Charlie x male reader *

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𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎:

Knight (male reader) PT2

In the first part male reader saves Emily after she falls and gets nabbed up by Valentino, and in the second part you comfort her when she has nightmares about it.

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𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇:

The Dog and The Deer

Reader is a dog demon, Alastor loathes the reader simply because it reminds him of his untimely death, and weak mortality. You however are incessant and want him to like you, you end up finding out why he hates you and possibly start a new friendship.

In Season (Fem Reader)*

Reader is pretty well acquainted with heat, but wasn’t typically affected, thats until she visits the hotel and a scent like no other hit her throwing all her reasoning out the window, Alastor felt the same when he sensed you come into the hotel. SMUT

At first sight*. || PT2 PT3*

Doe reader with white ears and tail has been Charlie’s bestie since childhood, and when they comes to the hotel is hesitant about the radio demon until they meet in the flesh and an instant attraction is there. Reader ends up dealing her soul to him in the form of marriage during a moment of intimacy.

Movie night. || PT2 PT3

Reader and the gang it sit down in the first part to watch Bambi, and it brings back some memories from his past. In the second part, Reader is excited to show Alastor princess and the frog due to the similarities, and in the third part Alastor treats reader to a date after the kindness of the nights prior.

Bully: [1]

Reader is an Imp who’d befriended Charlie and came to the hotel, Alastor makes sure to make readers life a living hell poking at all their soft spots reminding them they’re just a weak little imp. There will eventually be a second part with smut.

Back to Life: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

One day when waltzing through the woods a peculiar looking buck led you deeper into them, while following, you fell hitting your head and woke to a stranger standing over you. You don’t know where you are, how you got here, or who this guy is, but he’s all you’ve got and he’s utterly insane.

Request, cockwarming Alastor*

Request, Songfic: Noel’s Lament

Request Insecure Plus sized reader with Alastor

Request, Reader and Alastor fight and make up teehee, angst fluff smut

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𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂:

Hate That I Love You

Father Adam (incomplete)

Request - Hosptialized adam teehee

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𝒱𝑜𝓍:

Big Fan (incomplete)

Request; singer reader who vox becomes obsessed with FEM

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𝐿𝓊𝓉𝑒:

Showers* (Fem reader Incomplete)

Obsessed with me (Fem reader incomplete)

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𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒:

Rivalry To Romance (Female Reader)

You always found yourself in competition with Velvette and you found her to be an insufferable brat, turns out it’s just a wee crush.

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𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑜:

Request Val bratty reader FEM

Request: bunny reader and spanking

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Helluva Boss: Nothing yet!

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

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Mike Schmidt:

Multifaceted*

Paranormal Investigator

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doberbutts · 8 months ago

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Saw in one of your transition timeline posts that you got taller on T and was real curious since that’s a really rare experience. Do you think you just had the dna for it/height range in your family ? Or were you surprised by the change?

In addition: do you have any other ways you’ve tried to transition physically other than HRT? Like do you use minoxidil / work out more than you did and stuff like that. Pseudo medical changes that don’t get talked about often are always interesting to me.

If I’m too nosy feel free to leave this in your inbox. Just hope you know I’m asking in good faith! Also I always appreciate you on my feed man. Good takes plus good selfies AND good dogs makes for a pretty damn good blog you really cracked the code on that one

Honestly I didn't expect to get taller at all and in fairness it was a fairly marginal amount (2in) BUT a couple things to consider:

I am intersex and began puberty at 6ish, had C cups by 7, and had my first period by 10. That is VERY early and likely accounted for my relatively short stature compared to the rest of my family, which brings me to my next point

My entire family is filled with people who are 6ft tall at minimum and I am one of only ones that never hit 6ft. And while that's not so unheard of, I think it also has a lot to do with my height gain. My biological sister is over 6ft tall. My father is over 6ft tall. My mother is almost 6ft tall. My aunts and uncles and cousins are largely over 6ft tall. The shortest of us is my adopted sister (4'9"), genetically my cousin, whose mother is over 6ft tall but her father was just over height of legal dwarfism (5ft even), so it makes sense that she's a little smaller. I was the next shortest at 5'8" which isn't really that short but seemed noticeably small when compared to the dozens of 6'2"-6'7"s of the rest of the family.

I think that also had something to do with how long it took to recognize that the early puberty did have an effect on my natural growth, because of course no one thought it was strange when I'm over the average height of a cis woman anyway... but then when compared to the rest of the family, my doctors quickly realized that I'm the odd one out and probably for a reason.

So while I was surprised by the change, it was more the fact that I started HRT at 30 and nearly 20 years post-puberty and less that I actually gained height. Like, I figured if I had started T when I'd wanted to at 13, I probably would have gotten taller. Maybe even that 6ft range the rest of my family's in. But I thought my height was simply my height when I did actually start T almost 2 years ago, so realizing one day that hey wait a second I'm actually taller was a pleasant surprise.

I am not on any other sex hormone supplement. I did start a cholesterol medication and change my diet when T made my cholesterol jump, mostly at my doctor's urging, but that wasn't a surprise because both the men and women in my family have cholesterol problems. I also expect to be diabetic at some point for the same reason. I don't work out, but I am more active on T, largely because it fixed a lot of my joint pain and chronic fatigue and blood pressure/heart rhythm issues. And just this month I started an inhalant steroid for my asthma, but I don't think it would have any effect on height as that's mostly just to make sure I can actually breathe during allergy season.

I'm not bothered by these questions at all. Ask away!

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interneteclipse · 1 year ago

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“modern! mizu hcs”

Okay finally becoming a BES writer after I convinced myself Mizu would sooooooo be a bassist. This is a combo of modern Mizu relationship hcs and band+uni hcs :3 warning, I hardly edited this because I'm tired. Also I WILL be taking Mizu requests

pairing: mizu x fem! reader

tags: domestic bliss…?, modern! au, bassist mizu, band! au, other characters mentioned 🗣️

Mizu is oddly good at home decorating? It’s not a hobby or interest of hers, in fact, she thinks her room is quite plain, but the cohesive colors and pretty decent-looking fake plants say otherwise. (She would love to buy real plants, but she frequently gets swept up with time to care for them properly.)

A lot of your apartment is decorated by her, but in the sense that you asked her if an item would work with house and she either liked or disliked it. She wouldn’t have really cared about shopping for home decor if not for you.

Mizu gets so upset when it’s hot out since she can’t go a day without wearing layers. The apartment (or her room at least) is cold 24/7 whether you like it or not

She tries to go grocery shopping with you as often as possible despite her lack of cooking abilities. Her memory is perfect, so you rarely ever need to make a grocery list! Plus, she likes doing simple things with you. Her childhood was chaotic, so the normalcy of shopping with someone she loves puts her at peace.

She survives off of snacks; it’s a terrible habit of hers, and she knows. It gets worse when either you’re not at home to cook, or she’s out somewhere else. Normally, she walks into the kitchen when she smells food or when you call for her, but she’ll completely forget to eat a real meal otherwise.

Though Mizu rarely (if not ever) has guests over, she makes sure your space and things are respected. If you’re out and your room door is open, she’ll close it. Any special glassware that you bought for personal use, like mugs? Nobody is allowed to touch them.

She’s gotten mad at Taigen for messing with your stuff before.

She isn’t much of a clean freak, but she’d prefer to have things kept orderly as often as possible. She enjoys splitting the chores with you, especially seasonal cleaning.

She’s extremely mindful of personal space. Even if she thinks you look adorable napping on the couch, the most she’ll do is kiss your face and fix your blanket. She’d love to join, really, but she’s afraid of waking you or making you uncomfortable. The last thing she wants to do is disrespect you.

She’s extremely touch-starved but doesn’t know how to make physical contact with you at first. She opened up when you first got together and started asking her for hugs, etc. Now, she loves the smallest of purposeful, or accidental touches, whether it’s brushing up against her, or her hand resting at your hip or waist while you’re out together.

Though you have separate rooms, you’ll sleep together on most nights (usually in your room– she finds your bed more comfortable, plus your room smells like you!)

The only time she heavily insists on staying in your rooms is if one of you gets sick, no exceptions. She hardly ever falls ill, but she’d rather not risk it. That doesn’t stop her from taking care of you, even if the only hot meal she can prepare is upgraded instant noodles or an easy, fool proof soup.

She has a horrible habit of making confining rules for herself, even if she’s on track with certain goals. You have to put hard work into easing her up to let her realize she has a lot more freedom than she thinks she has.

She doesn’t mind dates that you go out for, but she loves cute little dates at home. She doesn’t dislike showing you off, she just appreciates the private intimacy between you two. Even if she isn’t a great cook, she’s happy to help you measure or chop things while you talk.

Speaking of, acts of service is a huge love language of hers. If she can’t do something well, she’ll compensate for with something else that she’s better at to make your life easier.

"Band + Uni Hcs"

Mizu has a habit of not making herself visible on stage. It’s not completely intentional, but her usual spot on stage has harsher lights and this carries over to every single venue. The constant squinting was giving her headaches.

Following up with that, she’s so light-sensitive. It takes a good minute or two for her to adjust from a dark room to bright lights. At some point, she considered getting darker-tinted glasses but keeps putting it on the back burner.

She doesn’t dislike showing you off on stage, but she’d rather not be all the talk at school when it comes to your relationship. This doesn’t mean she lets your relationship go unnoticed though– she makes it very clear she’s taken and doesn’t participate in flirty behavior with any of the audience

Taigen however

The only reason she’s the band's bassist is because nobody else knows how to play. Taigen could play in theory, but he didn’t want to, plus, he thought bass was too easy.

He says that and can’t write a bassline like Mizu. He does write insane guitar solos though, and he can definitely make up something on the spot under pressure. That's actually how a couple of his solos were made.

Ringo is so good at budgeting that it’s genuinely impressive, but he’s not thrilled at how much of that budget cuts out good quality food to keep up with his uni payments. Luckily, Akemi made sure to let him know he was free to experiment with cooking at hers anytime! He's the only one with a spare key to her house. (more on that later)

Akemi knows how to play so many instruments, but none of which are typical band instruments. Her house has a pretty extensive collection of instruments, just no drums or electric string instruments aside from an electric harp. Her father didn’t really monitor her hobbies in her own house, so she played around with whatever piqued her interest first. She had been playing piano and koto since she was young, so she’s automatically the keyboardist (and vocalist,) but she pulls out an odd instrument here and there during a show for fun.

Taigen does have a podcast. The equipment was bought by Akemi with the hopes that he’d have a new hobby, but… sigh.

Ringo is an insanely good drummer, but he couldn't care less about having a music career. He agreed to join because all his friends were in a band– plus, they needed a drummer. Turns out, he’s a natural!

Mizu knows how to play drums too, and she’s great at it, but Ringo unintentionally disses her sometimes on her technique. He’s definitely said something like “Oh, wouldn’t it be easier to…?” She doesn't care much since she knows he means well. That does NOT stop her from continuing to catch accidental strays from him

Taigen and Akemi sort of live together? Akemi’s dad is a little sour about him not returning her home on time. That got his house key privileges revoked for three months. He’s welcome to stay by Akemi’s word, but she doesn’t keep a spare key for him, so he’ll have to be let in by her. Occasionally, he'll ask Ringo to let him in if he happens to be over to cook or practice at a different location, but if Akemis dad catches them, they're both getting an earful. That hasn't happened yet, luckily

Akemi has a couple of songs with a crazy keyboard solo that she has never in her life messed up. She worked through blood sweat and tears to perfect every solo she's written and has her muscle memory down.

Taigen is actually a really good guitarist, but he does make a fair amount of mistakes that he gets dogged on for– most mistakes being dropping his pick. He doesn’t really mess up chords, but a lot of their fans are waiting for that day to come (it'll never happen honestly)

Mizu could and does definitely show off on stage sometimes, but she won’t be pushed into doing a solo for the life of her.

Nobody can touch Mizus instruments except for you and Ringo (he’s a great bass and guitar tech somehow– he just has a lot of specific things he can pick up.)

Mizu, Taigen, and Akemi do separate gigs. Mizu does a little bit of everything– a lot of the bands she plays for are usually gothic rock or metal.

Ringo makes sure Mizu’s basslines can be heard with the drums while Taigen has a running joke of playing too loudly over her basslines during practice. Mizu isn't thrilled, to say the least.

Akemi gets extremely frustrated whenever she has mic problems. Honestly, she wouldn't mind a keyboard problem, but a mic problem is too much

Mizu’s bass wasn’t decorated until you came around– She wants something that reminds her of you on her instrument, so she had you make stickers of your lipstick print to slap on the body of her bass.

By no means are they a large band– they definitely are a local uni band that probably would get popular eventually, but nobody really cared enough about their popularity enough outside of their other hobbies

Speaking of, both Taigen and Mizu do Kendo

Akemi is a top-tier lyricist– she puts her interest in poetry to work ^_^

Taigen has an insanely expensive pedalboard along with a collection of pedals (From Akemis money)

Every day, Akemi considers using a keytar, but the music shops nearby don’t carry good quality keytars and she gets so upset when they aren’t comfortable enough to play.

Taigen has a set practicing schedule on his own, but he often gets held up with classwork. He also has a set sleep schedule but sometimes takes time out of rest to catch up with practice.

Eji tries to come to their shows, but he isn’t much of a fan of the noise level when it comes to live music. He doesn’t understand Mizu’s more alternative gigs, but he’s happy she’s able to get around. He used to lecture Mizu for not wearing earplugs to her shows when she first started performing.

Taigen and Akemi have their own shoegaze duet act together outside of the band– they're getting quite popular from that!

Mizu has written a few songs herself for fun after Akemi texted the group chat about a delay on lyrics due to writers block. She actually finished up recording those songs herself after you found her notes, and urged her to actually make and post those as songs.

#do it like dior #do it like dior.#keegansgf #mizu #mizu x you #mizu x y/n #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #bassist mizu #bassist! mizu #modern au #band au #modern mizu #blue eye samurai modern au

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cosmicghoul99 · 1 year ago

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Hannibal Lecter - The Devil in Disguise

I'm not sure how many people know this, but if you're unaware, some really interesting things relate to the show and Hannibal's character specifically. (Wanna add that I am not religious, so apologies if I get something wrong. I mean no offense to anyone, this is just a little analysis on my part)

There are a lot of biblical references in the show. It makes sense; religion has always been a deep, moral, and philosophical concept, and Hannibal loves to incorporate the ideas of religion and God into his actions and that of those around him. One of these references is a recurring one. Hannibal is often referred to as the devil. Like this quote from Gideon:

"You really are the devil," Abel Gideon - Antipasto

Or this one from Bedelia:

"Who holds the Devil, let him hold him well. He will hardly be caught a second time." Bedelia Du Maurier - The Wrath of the Lamb

Add this to all the religious imagery, the references to stags and the wendigo, plus the season three discussions about Dante. Bedelia says that she was "swallowed whole" by the beast at the mouth of Hell. You get the picture. There is a lot of talk and allusions to Hannibal being "the Devil."

Obviously, this is a metaphor first and largely used because he is the main "evil" or antagonistic character, but there's actually some truth to this.

Both Bryan Fuller, the creator, and Mads Mikkelsen, the actor of Hannibal, have stated that Hannibal is meant to be the literal devil. He is meant to be both a personification of the devil and the literal devil.

According to Bryan Fuller, Mads Mikkelsen plays Hannibal like he is Lucifer. In an interview, he stated that "he is as close as you can come to the Devil, in the sense that the Devil has no reasons," following it up by saying that Hannibal's reactions aren’t something of a person, but of the Devil. He intentionally plays the character through the lens of the fallen angel, Lucifer. Hannibal is meant to, in the eyes of the actor, be a manifestation of the Devil

Bryan Fuller has also said in interviews and online that he believes Hannibal is the devil. Of course, he states that this is his opinion and that others are up to their own interpretation, but the show's main creator and writer believes this also means that we can reasonably see this in the show.

Throughout the show, Hannibal is simply on another level. Many times, he does not seem human but rather otherworldly. I think that is where Mad's acting presents itself, alongside whenever Hannibal is talking about humanity and God.

Hannibal loves to play at being God and also criticizes God as well. I believe it is in episode three after Will kills Hobbs, that they discuss how Will killing Hobbs felt good. Hannibal responds with this.

"Killing must feel good to God, too... He does it all the time, and are we not created in His image?" Hannibal Lecter - Amuse-Bouche

Oh boy. This is such an interesting line. He talks about being created in His image. Let's be honest; he speaks as if he were God or knows God at least. His comment actually makes more sense if you view this as him being the Devil. Lucifer, the fallen angel, was cast from Heaven for rebelling against God. He feels that it was unjust. Most people talking about God and His actions view him with benevolence. Hannibal does not. In the bible, Lucifer had a problem with humans. And humans are, of course, said to be created in God's image. You could also argue that angels, especially Lucifer, were created in that same image, too. Hannibal has an issue with the rude. Why the rude particular? It is because those who are rude often showcase the worst of humanity's attributes and free will. Hannibal despises the rude because I believe that it, in some ways, represents the hatred that the Devil, or Lucifer, holds for humanity. The Devil had an issue with humans gaining free will and felt they did not deserve life via God's hands. This is similar to how Hannibal feels that those who are rude do not deserve to live. Hannibal, then, of course, being Satan himself, would be resentful of God for casting him from Heaven. Again, Hannibal often discusses God's motives, or what God feels doing certain things. Literally, a few seconds later in that episode, he says this:

"Hannibal: God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on thirty-four of his worshippers last Wednesday night in Texas while they sang a hymn.

Will: Did God feel good about that?

Hannibal: He felt powerful." Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter - Amuse-Bouche

That last line about him feeling powerful gets me thinking. Hannibal is speaking not just about this but also about his own fall. But more importantly, he's also showing us what he thinks of himself. Killing makes God feel powerful. That means that killing makes Hannibal feel powerful as well. He is both giving motives and somewhat criticizing God at the same time. Hannibal seems to find the situation amusing. I think he believes it quite funny that humans were killed while worshipping God. He might even see a comparison between what happened to him and what happened here. He is simultaneously praising God and calling Him a hypocrite.

Hannibal's motives for killing are also interesting, and I said earlier that I think the reason why he kills is because he believes that rude and ill-tempered people are the problem with humanity. And he wants to get rid of them.

Now, let's explore how this connects with other metaphors, his decisions in canon, and his relationship with Will.

Let's talk about the stag. I did some research, and in many religions, including Christianity, stags represent God and his might, at least from what I could find. I find this interesting because stags are also meant to represent opposition to the snake, another symbol of the Devil. Why is the representation of Hannibal, at least in Will's mind, a stag? I think it actually represents the darkening of Will. If stags are meant to represent good, then that means that Will starts off that way and then slowly follows the stag and is affected by it, which, to me, means that Will is slowly being corrupted. Just like the stag was corrupted due to Hannibal's influence, Will is starting to change and fall deeper and deeper into darkness. It's also interesting that the dynamic between Hannibal and Will is clearly that of one between the Devil and the person they are trying to tempt. Hannibal is trying to tempt Will into changing himself and embracing the darkness inside of him.

Will is Hannibal's realization that humans are actually not that bad. They are complex, and their free will actually makes them relate to him more than he thinks. Will is his weakness, and Hannibal is intrigued by him. If the Devil, which is Hannibal, is the snake, then, in Hannibal's own words, Will is the mongoose that preys on the snake. Hannibal originally fell because of humans, and at the end of the series, he falls because of humanity again. He fell for Will. Will is meant to represent the lamb of God. The symbolism is that Hannibal fell for Will, who sacrificed himself to keep the Devil away, getting corrupted in the process.

Dolarhyde is also a factor. The original painting, "The Great Red Dragon," represents Satan. How does that tie into this idea? I think it's not Dolarhyde who is meant to be Satan; rather, it is Hannibal. We know that Dolyrhde idolizes Hannibal in a sense. Like Will and many of his other patients, which I'll get into later, Francis is influenced by what Hannibal says. Yet another temptation by the Devil. This is also connected to Will coming into his own life because Francis is also manipulated by Will. There is a connection between Hannibal and Will, which is shared via the tempting and manipulation of Francis.

I mean, we have this statement by Jack talking about The dragon, the lamb, etc. Jack says that,

"He's not the Dragon, you are. The Devil himself bound in the pit." Jack Crawford

Hannibal compares Jack to God. But I think they both are, in some way.

Many of Hannibal's patients and the people in his life, in general, are manipulated by him. I mean, some of his patients are tempted and influenced by him to do bad things commit crimes, and murder people. That's very indicative of the Devil's work, in my opinion. Even Jack and Alana end up being manipulated and deceived by him.

There is a lot of other religious imagery and symbolism, so I'll only discuss some of it. To start with, the reference to Bedelia's presentation and Hannibal's name in Italy and what they could represent. I mentioned earlier that in season 3, Bedelia talks about her time in Florence with Hannibal. She talks about how Dante gave a physical space to Hell, a solid concept, but before that, people would say, the "mouth of Hell." Then she says that she was "swallowed by the beast." This refers to Hannibal, but here's the interesting thing. In the Bible, the Devil is also referred to as the Beast. Bedelia is yet again referring to herself being used and brought into the mouth of Hell by the Beast, Hannibal. The name that Hannibal was monikered by in Italy is also the same. "Il Mostro" translates to the monster, which can be interpreted as yet another way to refer to the devil. Then, there is the obvious references to lambs in the show, with it being a sacrificial symbol. I'm sure that's been talked about a lot, and I mentioned it earlier.

There are many mentions of justice, redemption, retribution, and more in the show. This connects with the religious themes, of course, but it also plays into Hannibal's view of himself as a God, as well as how the show depicts him as the Devil. He is the one who casts judgment onto people, like his patients, and onto the rude, like a God. He is the one who issues punishment for sins and misdeeds, like the Devil. I think it's so interesting to see them both working in tandem.

I once saw a post saying that Hannibal acts like he's lived the same life a hundred or so times. And I agree. He does. He acts like he has been around for a time so long that many have forgotten it. It makes sense why he's so confident, and nothing seems to phase him. Nothing that happens has any consequence for him. The only thing, really, that he cares about is Will. That's why he tries to get Will to have his Becoming and Fall with him. He wants Will to be there with him. Which is sweet, I think :) And not to bring up related trauma for anyone that has ever been a fan of Devilman or Devilman Crybaby, but IMO, it really really reminds me of Akira and Ryo and how Ryo is stuck in the same cycle over and over again as a lesson. Idk, my opinion. Let me know what you think.

I also wanted to touch on some other interpretations of the raven stag shown alongside the wendigo and how other religions and beliefs might relate to this.

The Wendigo is a demonic entity or evil spirit from the Algonquian people of Canada. It is a winter spirit that is meant to represent greed and gluttony. When humans succumb to greed, like being greedy for money, being cruel to people, or generally evil things, the Wendigo spirit can possess you. During harsh winters, when food is scarce, people commit taboo acts and consume another human, participating in cannibalism. This also causes a possession and turns this person into a wendigo, never to be satisfied and constantly craving forever. I am not Algonquian, or even Indigenous/Native American, so I can't speak too much on this, and I don't know too much, but I hope I explained it well enough. I apologize if I did not. The show has its own visualization of this, and Wendigos traditionally doesn't look like the one in the show, but the overall message is the same. Even if Hannibal is not the Devil, he could be some manifestation of a Wendigo. It makes sense. Remember his back story? He was forced into captivity while hiding by soldiers during an extremely harsh winter during the war. Harsh enough that food became scarce, and the soldiers had to resort to cannibalism. They fed Mischa to Hannibal, which might have triggered something. Ofc this is a reach, but I did want to bring another interpretation into this.

Obviously, this is all just speculation. I love this show, with its dark complexities and incredible depth, and I wanted to talk about something I've been thinking about for a while now. Again, not everything might be correct. I apologize if that's not the case. Please feel free to correct me. I also apologize if this made no sense or was not cohesive, it's pretty late for me, but I couldn't get this out of my head.

I hope it was interesting ;)

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #just a little analysis #i'm sleep deprived so apologies if this makes no sense #i just really wanted to share

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pucksalotguys · 2 months ago

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Illicit Affairs- Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

And we’re back !! The first half of this chapter is about how Layla and Sidney met, it gives some background to how it started with them. The second is back to the present day with them in Montreal and Layla seeing the clear cracks in their relationship. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts 💙

Content warning: Heavy SMUT

The First Meeting- April 2018

Road trips in February were always a drag for Sidney. They were right at the halfway point for the season and then right after came playoffs and that itself was a whole other debacle. The only bright side was being in California, it was sunny and had the perfect weather all the time. He and the team had arrived a few days before the actual game to enjoy themselves a bit and this night he opted to treat himself to a solo dinner He walked into the restaurant and took a seat, one thing about LA was that no one ever actually knew who he was. Well if they did, they clearly didn’t care and that was the part he liked the most “Good evening Mr.Crosby” the waiter came around and greeted “Lovely to see you in town again, bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to start ?” “Please and thank you Marco” Sidney grinned

As he looked up from his menu he spotted a young woman sitting alone at a corner table by the window. She had her nose buried in a thick book, and a notebook lay open beside her, pages filled with handwritten notes. A half-eaten salad sat forgotten in front of her as she scribbled something down, completely absorbed in her thoughts.

Sidney hesitated for a moment, watching her. There was something intriguing about her, she was gorgeous and her demeanor was just so focused. It was almost as if her presence was magnetic, as if she somehow was gravitating him

He took a deep breath, there was just no way he could just ignore her. Plus, maybe this time he could pull the hockey card, it always seemed to work when he wanted He walked over and stood in front of her table “Hi” She glanced up, her eyes briefly meeting his, before narrowing slightly. Her expression was guarded, unsure of him. "Uh, hey," she said, her voice polite but distant. "Can I help you?"

"I, uh, couldn’t help but notice… you seem really focused," SIdney said, pointing to her book. "What are you reading?"

She blinked, clearly not expecting to engage with anyone. Her eyes flickered back to the book for a second, as if considering whether to simply return to her solitude or indulge in the conversation.

"It's just something for school," she said curtly, her fingers tapping nervously against the notebook. "I’m kind of in the middle of something, though."

Sidney raised his eyebrows, sensing the tension. "Ah, I see. School work ?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going without overstepping.

"Yeah," she answered shortly. "Just finishing up my degree." She turned her attention back to the book, her fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the page as though waiting for him to leave her alone

Sidney, however, wasn’t deterred. He could tell she wasn’t keen on the interruption, but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. "What are you studying?" he asked, leaning against the table slightly, his posture open but respectful.

"Biomedical Engineering," she said, her tone softer now, but still guarded. "And you ? I mean you look a little old to be in college to be fair" she asked, clearly feeling the need to return the question, though she didn't seem particularly interested

"Oh I uh do business, I’m a business man in real estate" Sidney lied smoothly, flashing her a quick, confident smile. "I’m actually in the middle of a big project right now. You know, typical business stuff."

He shrugged as if it was no big deal, though inside he was kicking himself for the vague response. He wasn’t about to admit he was a professional hockey player. Especially not when she was clearly the type to appreciate a bit of sophistication

She looked at him for a bit, then smirked lightly, her eyes scanning him as if she didn’t quite believe him "That sounds… very professional," she said, her tone a touch sarcastic but with a hint of amusement “A real estate business man…hmm”

Sidney chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "It’s not glamorous, I admit. But hey, it pays the bills." He watched as she took another bite of her salad “Do you work ?”

“I have an internship that I hope turns into a job offer but as a job I tutor” she nodded “I tutor in math, science, history, biology. Basically everything”

“You like school” he nodded “That’s good, mind if I take a seat here with you ? I’m Sidney by the way, definitely should’ve introduced myself first but…you’re just really gorgeous” he reached out his hand to her She looked at his hand then at him, a small grin on her face as she reached and took his hand in hers “Layla, it’s nice to meet you”

“Layla” Sidney said softly “I like your name”

“I like yours….Sidney” Layla said back as she sipped her water There was a slight pause, the two of them sitting in a comfortable silence. Sidney felt the conversation shift in a good way, it was starting to feel less like an interruption and more like an actual exchange. The more she talked the more he was enthralled with her, after a bit his waiter had brought over the wine and food to her table where they shared the bottle

"Enough of this school stuff, what do you do for fun ?” he asked suddenly

Layla’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise at the question, and for the first time, she really looked at him and noticed just how handsome he truly was

"Fun?" she asked, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile "I don’t know honestly. My fun isn’t typically everyone else’s fun. I just work at my internship and tutoring job and when I really do have free time I just hang out by myself and study or read. Partying and drinking isn’t something I exactly enjoy"

Sidney’s smile grew a little wider, "You’re a bit of a lone wolf, huh?" he teased

"Maybe," she said with a half-laugh. "It’s not a bad thing."

Sidney hesitated, then made his move, figuring now was as good a time as any “What are the chances of you leaving here with me ?” Layla bit her lip “Depends….will you let me bore you with my reading” “You could bore me with anything you want as long as I get to be with you” he said back She hid her blush and closed her notebook as she put them back in her purse “I got a place just down the street and I have wine…you wanna join me ?” That was essentially all it took for the both of them. Soon they were in her apartment heavily making out on her couch, moans filling up the space. Layla straddled his lap as her arms wrapped around his neck, while Sidney’s hands gripped her ass under her skirt “Somehow I knew you’d be a good kisser” Layla licked her lips, her hands gently unbuttoning his shirt “What other stuff are you good at….” “Lots” he responded as his hand moved to the front of her core, his fingers feeling the growing wet spot on her panties “When’s the last time you got fucked properly” She gulped at his words and met his eyes, closing them slowly when she felt his fingers slowly inside of her “Oh fuck….” she panted “I’ll treat you real nice if you let me Layla…you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen” he murmured against her skin, his free hand removing her top and undoing her bra Layla couldn’t move, all she was focused on was how good his fingers felt inside of her and how she was now naked in his lap. Her eyes were like saucers when she watched him begin to suck and kiss around her breasts. She wouldn’t ever admit it but she was nervous to be with him and even then she had a feeling it would be good “More” she moaned, holding his face to her chest “More please” Sidney looked up at her and removed his fingers, bringing them to her lips “Can I fuck you now ?” “Please” she whispered He spotted her bedroom and carried her there, laying her down as he removed his clothes and took out a condom and thanked every possible god that he was had one with him “I got you” Layla murmured as she hot down on her knees in front of him and began stroking him slowly then taking him in her mouth “Oh fuck” Sidney groaned putting his hand on her head and slightly pushing it down Her limits weren’t known to him but it was clear she was willing to learn. There was something about her that was driving him crazy, he pulled her head back and put on his condom quickly as he laid her down “Tell me if you want me to slow down” Sidney whispered teasing her entrance Layla gasped and arched her back slightly at the feeling “I want it fast, I want it rough” she murmured wrapping her arms around his neck as he picked up the pace. Within moments he seemed to get the hint and settled himself deeper inside her “You feel so fucking good” Sidney groaned burying his head inside the crook of her neck “If I stay like this inside of you I’d die a happy man”

“I wanna ride you….I wanna make you cum” Layla gripped his back tightly He let out a raspy laugh and lifted his head to look at her “You’re so sophisticated on the outside yet an animal in the bedroom” “Shut up” she smirked as he let her get on topPositioning herself on top she opted to slowly grind on him first without any kind of penetration, slowly she rocked her hips back and forth as his massive hands gripped her hips tightly

“Layla….Layla come on” Sidney whispered

“Say please” she looked at him and slowed down

“Just fuck me already, Im dying over here baby” he panted “I need to feel that you, I need to be inside of you”

She watched as he tried to reach his hand to her clit and instead she took it and sucked on his fingers slowly, looking in his eyes as she did so. She had him right where she wanted, she was in charge and he knew it

“You’re so hot” he murmured

“So are you” Layla bent her head down to kiss him and inserted him back inside of her, riding him slowly and then picking up the pace. She moaned when he began to caress her breasts and threw her head back

“Keep going” Sidney panted “Fuck right there, good girl baby….slow down a little and let me try something for you, don’t stop okay ?”

Layla nodded and did as told, her face reddening and her mouth opening when he applied pressure to her clit rapidly. She had never felt anything like it and was sure she would pass out at the feeling of pleasure hitting her body

“You love that don’t you ?” he rubbed faster with his thumb “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, your eyes…your lips…your body, fuck Layla you’re sinful”

His words of praise did something to her, so much so that she finished riding him off as fast as she could until she felt herself squirt, causing him to finish with the most animalistic grunt she had ever heard

No words were said for a while before Sidney finally broke the silence and sat up on his elbows facing her “If i tell you something will you be mad ?” “Oh fuck you’re married aren’t you ?” Layla quickly sat up with her bedsheet against her chest “Of fucking course you are, no one this hot is single” Sidney shook his head quickly “No, I’m not married. I swear” he met her eyes “I wouldn’t do that to someone” She looked at him “Then ?” “I…..I lied to you about my job….” he started “I’m not some real estate business man, I’m an athlete. I play professional hockey and I’m 30, almost 31” Layla looked at him, almost as if she was waiting to tell her he was joking but the longer she waited the more she realized he was telling her the truth “Oh…uh….well…I mean cool ? I don’t know what to say to that…” “I live in Pittsburgh, I’m not from LA” Sidney added “My team’s here on a road trip for the week” “So after this week you leave and I don’t see you again” Layla said with a shrug “That’s okay, listen this was a really really good night and I totally understand you just wanted a hookup. I don’t care about the age thing, I’m a 22 year old adult who very much wanted to sleep with you too. You have your life to head back to and I have mine and we both had a good time” “You’re not mad ?” Sidney asked “I’d be more mad if you were married or a dad or a total creep but you’re just some dude who wanted to fuck, can’t be mad at something I wanted too. I don’t really care for sports so I don’t really know what you want me to say about that” she admits “I still wanna see you again” he mentioned “Can I have your number ?” “Sure” she chuckled “But I think once you get back home you’ll forget about me” Sidney smiled at her “I don’t think so, I think you’ll be mine pretty soon” “Yeah ?” Layla asked with a scoff “What makes you so sure ?”

“I get whatever I set my sight on and that just so happens to be you” Sidney grinned “Listen I know you have classes but hear me out on this, are you free on weekends ?” “Uh yeah” she nodded “My internship is 3 days a week and with finals still 3 months away tutoring is still a week thing not weekend” He pet her cheek “Perfect, I’ll fly you out on Fridays and arrange for you to be back Sunday nights, not all weekends will be in Pittsburgh either so it won’t get boring or anything” Layla shrugged “Okay, don’t see why not. We can give it a try” “And if you end up wanting to be with me for keeps ?” Sidney asked with a smirk

“Yeah okay” she scoffed “We’ll see”

There was no way it would actually work but she was willing to try it out, what was the worst that could happen. ********************************************

Summer 2024

Being with Sidney had its perks, especially when in Canada. It was like he was the prince of the place whenever he visited. Layla took her usual seat sat across from him as soon as they boarded their private plane and greeted their pilot and flight attendants “Hello Paul, lovely to see you again” Layla smiled “Anne and Michelle it’s lovely to see you two as well, I brought you all some pastries from the local cafe, enjoy while we fly” she handed them over “Oh Mrs.Crosby you’re an angel” Anna smiled “I feel like we rarely see you anymore, how are you and your boys ?” “They’re great” Sidney interrupted “Now if you two don’t mind, would you please bring us some champagne, it’s a celebratory weekend”

Layla scowled at him and turned back to the women “Please and thank you, I hope next time you ladies can see the boys”

“Mr and Mrs. Crosby it’ll be a smooth ride, we’ll arrive to Montreal in about 2 hours” their pilot said through the speakers “Enjoy your ride” She settled in her seat and looked at Sidney once the flight attendants were in the back “What is with your attitude ? Anna and Michelle are our usual flight attendants, we’ve spent endless flights with them all over the world. They know us, they know the kids. It’s normal they ask about them”

Sidney put his hands up “Forgive me for finally wanting a moment of peace with you after that mess that just happened at my parents”

She looked at the window and rested her head against her seat, leaving the boys at his parents had been an absolute shit show. The boys were crying from the moment she woke them up to the moment they were dropped off. Sidney much to her surprise comforted them the best he could but threw in the towel once they pushed him away. Deep down Layla knew it bothered him to no end that his own sons didn’t really care much for him, they lacked a special connection with him

“We tried” she turned he head to meet his eyes “We have clingy children, it’s normal”

“Yeah” he nodded “Except for the fact that they don’t really care about me leaving at all. The tears and hugs were for you, not for me”

“I don’t know why you bring this up when you don’t like what I have to say” Layla sighed “Sidney, you know what needs to be fixed, we have babies. They don’t understand nor do they care what you do”

“Rowan thinks being at the arena is only because he can eat snacks and say hi to the mascot” he responded “He falls asleep before the game can even start. Patrick sits on your lap the whole time and also falls asleep and Troy well he’s still a baby. They won’t ever remember actually watching me play, that’s all I’ve ever wanted Layla. I just want them to remember me playing”

“Where are you going with this ?” she asked softly

Sidney let out a deep breath “I’m gonna sign an extension with the team….well I already did. It’s being announced Monday”

Despite Nate warning her the previous night it still felt like a bucket of cold water being dumped on her. She stiffened and sat up straight in her seat when she was approached with a glass of champagne and smiled weakly, watching them as they left her and Sidney alone again. She looked down at her glass and took it, swirling it around a bit before flinging directly on Sidney’s face “I kind of knew that would your response” Sidney responded calmly as he took a napkin and wiped his face “But Layla, baby listen to me just think about how-” “I’m gonna stand up and sit in the back, I advise you not to follow me” Layla stood up, stopping when he held her wrist and brought her down to his lap “I love you” he looked directly in her eyes “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really am but I needed to do this baby. You can be mad all you want, I can take it. But you’re not gonna ignore me, I love you and I do things for you, our children and our future. I won’t ever do anything like that without letting you know, I promise you baby…I promise you” he leaned in and kissed her As weird as it sounded, Layla liked when things were like this. Sure it was toxic but she kind of liked that side of him. It was hot, it was like how things were before they married and had children and had those bumpy years. Maybe just maybe they really did need a weekend together

She kissed him back and straddled his lap making out with him for a bit before he pulled back “The seats in the back have plenty of room” she murmured against his neck “My dress is short…I’ll do that thing you like with my mouth” “What if I wanna try something new ?” he gripped her ass “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me” Layla kissed across his face as he lifted her dress over her shoulders and began moving her against his thigh “Mmm I love this feeling” “Just a little prep” Sidney reached over inside his backpack and took out a small bottle of lubricant “I do NOT need lube” she giggled “Why would you buy that ?” “Remember how I said I wanted to try something new ?” he met her eyes “Please….please can I try ? Just my fingers baby, please” Layla bit her lip, she was more than willing to try. One thing she really did miss about them was just how Sidney was willing to do anything to her in those regards. She nodded and leaned over, placing her head on his shoulder as she felt him insert his finger and felt her breathing get faster. Her hands gripping his back at the feeling of pressure “That’s a good girl” he moaned “You like that, you think you can take my cock in your ass ?” “Bend me over, make me yours” she whined “Please” “Please what ? Tell me what you want” he pressed it in and out slowly “I want your cock there” she moaned As best as he could he positioned her and slowly inserted himself, her high pitched whines slowly becoming moans as he mounted over her body thrusting in and out of her “Oh fuck” Layla mewled “Slow, slow” “You feel so fucking good” Sidney groaned “Fuck baby you were made to take me, you listen so well” She could feel the side of her face sticking to the leather seat as Sidney continued his thrusts, it felt good but it was evident the pleasure was for him and him only. He was fulfilling some fantasy he had and though it felt good she wanted more. When she felt him finish she turned around and expected him to get her off as well but all he did was wipe the cum off her ass and zip his pants back up “Um….hello ?” she asked, her arms covering her bare breasts “Oh babe, that took a lot out of me. I’ll take care of you later tonight in the hotel” he panted as he handed her dress “Hurry up and get dressed so they can bring us some water” “You selfish bastard” Layla frowned quickly putting her dress back on “I did that and I don’t get anything back ? Look at me” “Whoa” Sidney scoffed “Selfish ? So us having sex needs to be transactional ?” “You should want to pleasure me” she said back “Look at me, look at my body. Look at my curves, look at my face. I see the way people look at me, do you ?” “Who the hell is looking at you ?” he asked with a frown “Who ? Tell me”

“What ?” Layla smirked “Jealous ?” “You’re a wife, a mother, you need to start dressing and acting like it Layla. I mean it” Sidney shook his head “See this is why we fight, we have fun then you always have to day something to cause a fight. Sorry I thought my wife would wanna fulfill some fantasy for me with no strings attached, won’t do it again” “So sorry I’m 9 years younger than you and that I still enjoy looking like my best self” she said back as she fixed her makeup “I had 3 kids in under 3 years and I still look better than most women. It’s truly not my fault I enjoy sex and you only seem to enjoy it when it benefits you. You’re nearly 40 and you just signed on to play 2 more grueling physical seasons of hockey when you're huffing and puffing after 10 minutes on top. Tell me exactly how you think that’s gonna work on the ice” “Quit being such a bitch already, fuck” Sidney suddenly snapped The look on her face must have told him enough, Layla simply moved to the back of the plane and sat down. She knew he regretted it and wanted to apologize but right now she didn’t want that. She wanted him as far away from her as the plane permitted. The rest of the ride was in complete silence, there were instances where she knew he wanted to approach her but her stare told him otherwise. She was gonna make him work for her forgiveness this time. Once the plane landed she walked with him to their car that was already waiting for them and kept to herself. At the hotel she did the same thing, she wouldn’t speak or look at him and if there was one thing Sidney hated, it was silence A few hours later when she was getting ready for dinner reservations that night when she finally broke the ice “Can you please put my necklace on for me, my nails are in the way” “Sure” he nodded as he stood behind her and did as told “There you go” “Thank you, I appreciate it” Layla said as she sprayed on her perfume and applied some lipstick “alright, let’s head out” “One more thing” Sidney said softly as he took out a box from his suitcase “Here, open this” She looked at him then the box and carefully opened it, her eyes widening at the diamond necklace “Oh my god”

“Baby I’m sorry about what happened today” he apologized “Layla, I love you so much and the last thing I’d ever wanna do is hurt you. You’re right, you’re the sexiest woman there is and I’m so lucky you chose to be with me. You could’ve had anyone you wanted and you took a chance on me. You gave my life a new meaning, you gave me 3 beautiful sons. I don’t want you upset at me, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, anything. Whatever you want, you’ll get. Just name it”

She kissed his cheek and hugged him, as much as he did annoy and piss her off sometimes, she did love him “Thank you for saying sorry, you’re forgiven. But as for the other thing….I’ll let you know what catches my eye” He kissed her forehead and smiled “Come on, let’s head to dinner. We have people waiting”

“Who ? You said it was just us” Layla asked “Oh I forgot to tell you, Nate’s here too” Sidney nodded “He’s brought Madeline, some girl he told me he’s been seeing for the last year or so. She’s from here and from what he’s told me she’s a total dud but I mean it’s who he wants, not every guy can score a bombshell like you babe” Layla kept her face as nonchalant as she could as she decided to change outfits and leaned over the sink as Sidney zipped up her dress for her and put on her heels “Ready ?” he asked as he handed her a coat “Ready” Layla held his hand “I can’t wait for this double date.”

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