#rambling about my master

[gearbox-doll]

You see, in my past life, I was a demon. I was of fairly high rank but had a dislike of the other demons around me, memories of a life as a human to fuck with my morals, and a very loose concept of what love was that was mostly based on my body.

As a demon, I often fell in love with those I made contracts with - but this love was never returned. Even the times that I was requested to pretend to be a dead or ex partner, I had to live with the fact that it was never truly me that they loved. Those who were attracted to me outside of my contractors were not attracted to the real me either, just the me I projected at the world. So for most of my contracts, my love for my contractors - however fleeting - went unreturned.

Except for Ciel. However, to put it simply, Ciel was a child. He was merely ten when I first met him, and no more than fifteen at the latest when we got together. He was a boy, a little boy who had been shown the cruelty of the world far too early and forced to grow up far too fast.

But unlike my other contractors, he was a kind, gentle master. Perhaps not all the time - children and their tantrums, after all - but far more than my previous contractors. He showed me what it truly meant to be loved, and redirected my learned habits with a gentle voice and a kind hand. He made me feel loved in a way only he could.

He had power over me, as well. Our contract was not a free for all where we could do what we wanted. I had three rules:

One, I must never lie to him. Not only did this prevent me from telling him outright falsehoods, it meant I could not hide anything from him either. If I was asked a question, I had to answer truthfully, without omitting anything. Of course, there were loopholes to this - depending on what I could count as part of the answer, I could choose not to say something as it did not fit the specifics of the question. However, this often annoyed him and was not something I was in the habit of doing unless I was talking about my past.

Rule number two was that I must obey direct orders. Commands did not fit under this, but if he specified that it was an order, I was simply unable to disobey. Even if I did not wish to or it went against a previous command or order, I had to do it.

Rule number three was that I must always care for and protect him, until the day I take his soul. I made do with the bare minimum in the beginning, but as I grew attached I soon found myself doing more and more to go above and beyond with this rule. He was precious to me, and often sick, and easily injured. I needed to do my best for him.

I feel I must point out that times were different than, as well. This life took place in the Victorian Era, right in the middle of London, when the age of consent had just been raised from twelve to sixteen. My little master was serving in the position of Earl and had been given the rights of an adult when the rest of his family died. He was effectively an adult in all but maturity, and it was my job to teach him that maturity in addition to my duties as his butler. It was all part of taking care of him, of course.

I would never hurt him, you must understand that. I was simply incapable of it, the thought never even crossed my mind. Occasional punishments were handed out, but nothing more than a light slap across the palms when he was being a bit of a brat (and continuously having fun at my expense by ordering me to complete increasingly outlandish tasks). He knew I would never hurt him, and that a simple thought could force me to stop if I ever did. He was not being controlled, if anything, he was the one controlling things.

A master and his servant, a child and an adult. Sure, I might have had years of experience that he did not, but he was the one in charge.

He was the only one who ever returned my love, and is the only one I still consider my master. Oh, what I would do to have him back. He could make me do anything and I would do it with a smile, no matter how harmful or humiliating. Just as long as he was satisfied with me...

[senseioftheseidiots]

I have a thought, that I need to share. But before that, I need to know if you see it too.

OK SO, LOOK AT THESE IMAGES.

CUTE? RIGHT? GREAT LOCKED IN?? THIS IS THE FIRST TIME BONZLE MET WU. BEFORE SHE FOUND HER FAMILY, WHEN WU TAUGHT HER WHAT LONELINESS IS AND HOW IT CAN BE CURED.. NOW LOOK AT T H I S.

[introspectivememories]

goddd i just know that tim never takes off that fucking necklace. and you know bear doesn't have that much money so tge necklace was kinda cheap and it wasn't anything the bear meant for tim to wear regularly it was just like a keepsake y'know? wear it on a date or a nice outing. maybe when they're both home together. but tim is practically feral over it. like straight up refuses to take it off. it's turning his neck green at this point and everybody is soo done.

[littler0b1n]

Emmet is willing to do anything to find his brother, and some things start to seem a bit more flexible than they seemed to be before… who cares if a few plates go missing?

[wyrmswears]

the fact that a year has passed in the time between s1 beginning and s2 beginning means that at some point, while the majority of the ninja were reunited at the monastery, it was the missing teammate's birthdays

how much do you think that hurt? an entire day that should be spent celebrating someone who isnt there

[transmasc-rose]

I'm thinking about the horror of the Doctor from the perspective of non-companions again, especially as it relates to people those companions know.

Rose? "Ran away" (not wrong) for "a year" (a week) with a "man" (alien) "twice her age" (approximately 50 times her age but yeah, he is Time Lord middle aged), and then gives absolutely no explanation for how or why that happened, except that she was "travelling".

Then when her mum does get an explanation (which, frankly, is only comforting because of the unfamiliarity of the alternative given. The devil you know.), Rose barely checks back in.

She almost dies for him. When she thinks he's dead, she's changed in a way her family doesn't know how to handle. Then she's gone for who knows how long and comes back with the Doctor wearing a new face.

When her original tenure as a companion ends, and Rose lives in Pete's World, she works for Torchwood/UNIT (they become the same organization). She volunteers for the Dimension Cannon. She explains to the alternate earth how to rig up a time machine.

She's changed in ways that no one else can really understand.

Amy? There's everything with River Song of course (though I'm still not there in my viewing), him running away with Amy the night before her and Rory's wedding, and also the connection between the Doctor and the Time Crack being the reason all of Amy's family's dead. Obvious stuff.

However he's also the strange man who broke into this child's house and made a mess of her life that she never got over, that promised to take her away from here, that she wrote about and drew and carved and made her friends dress up as.

And they sent her to psychiatrist after psychiatrist without any help. In their perspective, to work through what she imagined. In her perspective, to tell her that her reality wasn't real.

And then he comes back.

And to some extent, later, when he shows himself to everyone, isn't that more frightening? That the story your child told you, of the strange man she met as a child, of time travel, of nearly being stolen away, hadn't been a lie, or a misinterpretation, or an imagining?

And so he shows up at her wedding. And steals her away again.

Donna I feel like has the least horror until her final episode. I think exploring the in between section of her meeting the Doctor and finding him again would be interesting, but not exactly horror. More an exploration of how obsessive the companions can get about him, how it eats their whole lives with even one encounter, even as it makes them better people.

And then, obviously, the horror of having your mind altered and erased against your will by someone you trusted. For your own good, of course. Because he knows best. How could you know better than him? He's ancient. He's practically all knowing.

Shouldn't you be grateful?

(And he's forgiven.)

[buttdumplin]

as someone who loves reading x reader pieces, it can be fucking debilitating to do so as a person of color. because i can always spot the exact moment when i'm ejected from the piece, when i know there's no way of me actually being reader, not even pretending. the microaggressions and stereotypes writers engage with always make it very clear that i am not welcome in a piece.

so i ask you, as one writer to another, to take your biases and internalized racism and really fucking look at them. think outside of yourself. it doesn't take much to be fucking considerate. and if that's not something you are willing to do, well then that says a lot about the situation and how you interact with the world, doesn't it? because nothing exists in a vacuum.

there's a difference between saying "not every piece is for everyone" and using the tactics of white supremacy, whether it is done knowingly or not.

[narratorstrash]

Do you think Cole’s body remained in Yang’s temple? Do you think his body— without a soul to keep it together— solely began rotting away & that’s why he now has a scar? Do you think that’s why it took a minute before he came back to the others in the end of DotD? Do you think he spent that minute regaining his sense of aliveness & steeled himself before returning to his friends?

Do you think his mother felt it when he died in the temple? Do you think she tried desperately, fruitlessly to reach out to him, to comfort him & tell him everything would be okay & embrace him in the afterlife? How do you think she felt when she reached out to hug him only to still be unreachable to him?

Do you think she was proud of him when he went after master Yang with the intention to finish him for good? Was she proud when he saved the trapped students & tried to free their captor despite all the pain & injustice? Do you think she still sat with him while he regained his bearings in the mortal world again, knowing it would likely be even longer before she could possibly get a chance to be with her son again? Do you think she prayed to the FSM for him to live as long as possible despite the pain it brings her?

Does she still dance in the afterlife, even with no partner? Does she still fight for those who can’t & protect the weak? Does she still recall the Geckles & Munts fondly?

Is Lilly still proud of her son?

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 2

His parents had spent years working on their portal, to the point where they were neglecting their own children. Danny didn’t know any better, neither did Jazz. To them it was just how their family ran and for the most part it worked for them. It allowed Danny to really study space and the Stars. His room was covered with different ship models on the shelves, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and posters on the walls.

Jazz had similarly explored her own thoughts and topics as she studied Psychology. Her room was more feminine but still had a certain scientific decorum to it.  

He never thought that he’d suddenly be ripped from all the things he loved. But here he was with the trench coat man, instead of taking some biology class or something.

“What happened with the portal?” Danny asked.

The man took a long sigh, “listen… quite a lot of shit went down after your accident.” 

“That tells me nothing,” Danny glared at the man.

“I get your upset kid, but let me at least know your name. Mine's John Constantine,” 

“…Danny,” Danny muttered after a moment. He wasn’t sure he trusted the man but he guessed he had no choice. He was also noticing he felt a bit off, it was the weirdest gut feeling and Danny was having trouble telling exactly what the feeling was. It was like the feeling was telling him to trust John, although at the same time John had this weird feeling about him that had Danny feeling weary. He decided to trust John just a little, hopefully it got him back home, after a moment Danny spoke again, “…Can you at least tell me if the portal worked?”

The room was silent for a moment and then John spoke “Alright, fine, I’ll tell you what happened but some background first, do you know who the ancients are?” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, “Ancients? Like Ancient Aliens or something?” 

“No, no…” John took a swig from a flask in his pocket and then started fiddled with an unlit cigarette he pulled from a different pocket. He then looked Danny up and down, “You don’t know the first thing about the infinite realms do you?”

“The what?” None of this was making any sense and the more Danny talked to this guy the more he was getting a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Something about this conversation felt wrong, like Danny should know all of this already but he just didn’t. 

“Right well… I guess the easiest way to explain this is the portal your parents made was to the infinite realms.” John said, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

“My parents called it the Ghost Zone.” Danny muttered.

John seemed to chuckle at that, “I mean it is mainly inhabited by ghosts, however they aren’t the only ones, far from it in fact. I’m sorry but… I couldn’t allow your parents unlimited access to the realms. I had to disable it and prevent it from being reactivated.”

Danny felt a little disheartened after hearing that, he guessed John was probably right though. He remembered hearing his parents talk about how they’d dissect every ghost they found to study them. The bully’s at his school often bullied Danny over it especially after his dad and mom would continually embarrass him on parent teacher nights and on field trips.

Danny let out a small sigh, “so when can I go home?”

John looked a little surprised, his eyebrow quirked up, “so you're unaware of your situation right now?”

“Situation?” Danny trailed off, he remembered getting shocked and then he remembered waking up here, “where are we?”

John let out another sigh, “shit, well from my research you're supposed to know everything about your powers when you wake up.”

This made no sense to Danny, powers? Danny didn’t have powers, he didn't have the meta-gene.

“Powers? I don’t have the meta-gene. I think you have the wrong person.” Danny stated as he folded his arms in front of himself.

“Then how are you floating?” John asked with a smirk.

Danny looked down and he indeed was floating just an inch off the bed, he wondered when that started but the feeling threw him off a little as he stumbled a little trying to keep himself upright. It didn’t work and he fell back down on the bed with a little thud. He turned to see John watching him with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“What am I?” Danny asked, his voice small and a little panicked.

“You, Danny Fenton, are an Ancient. I know the term makes it seem like you're old but the term is more because your people are ancient in age.” The explanation made no sense to Danny but he could somehow float now. He thought the term ‘Ancient’ was a little much for some floating powers.

[pingvin-king]

Deruth: That’s my son 🤧🥹 That’s the boy I raised

Ron:

[vanderdyks]

Do you ever just think about that the reason Goku was prone to violent outbursts and destruction when Grandpa Gohan first found him was because he was in an unknown place without either of his parents and had no idea why? And then theres this random old man hes never seen before trying to help him but all Goku wants is the people he watched from the nursing capsule for months.

Everything was different, everything was wrong. And so when he hits his head and forgets everything about planet vegeta and his family, the violence disappears. Because he no longer remembers what he lost...

[egophiliac]

thank you for blessing us with twst pokemon au i appreciate it greatly. if i may ask you a question

how does one read book 7 without selling their soul to the deep dark web. i've been wanting to read the other parts for a while but i can't find a place with all the chapters. i've seen translations on youtube but i don't think they have all of them?

(also why'd you government name mickey like that on your last post what did he do)

thank you! :D

I'm not really sure where to find up-to-date main story translations, so opening it up to the floor for other people to chime in! for reference, the latest release in JP was episode 7 chapter 6 on December 11th, which covered 7-88 through 7-100. fingers crossed for more in February...but that's where we're at right now!

(Michael knows what he did)

[woolmasterleel]

Being an artist means I can turn the parasitic crown into a woman

Her name is Mistilteinn but people just call her Missy... She hunts people for sport

[squipedmew]

gay people can never confess normally they’re always doing shit like sending their alter egos to duke it out in another dimension as a representation of their emotional issues

[nellandvoid]

when you try to flirt with the weird guy from the cabin in the woods but he’s so depressed that he doesn’t even look at you while you’re talking to him

panels from a scrapped first meet concept (ended up changing how they actually meet) but i love how they look aka: i spent so much fucking time drawing them that i couldn’t just not show y’all

they do still first “meet” when stan does his first tour and takes ford’s identity, but they don’t actually meet-meet until about a week later

she worked as a janitor at dusk 2 dawn at the time and would deliver groceries to the actual ford when he stopped doing his weekly restock (he helped her clean up a spill once so she decided she owed him her life) so they have their first one-on-one convo when she goes to drop the groceries off and stan invites her in to look around as a thank-you when he recognizes her from the tour, and she agrees cause she was originally very curious about why ford never let her into his cabin before when dropping off groceries and then became even MORE curious when he just. randomly charges everyone to come take a tour of the place

[dragonairice]

Brainrotting about a blorbo by proxy is so embarrassing. Like yeah sorry I’m insane about this character no I haven’t seen the source material my friends just talked about it so much it spread to me. Blorbo in law.