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seventeenficsformalereader · 1 year ago

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How would seventeen members be like in a relationship with a reader that's taller than them?

How would the other members react to meeting the taller one of the relationship?

You are about to find out :D

Contains: Male X Male

⚠️Everything is in this fanfic reaction story is made up and this in no way represents the actual people. I made this just for fun⚠️

Genre: Fluff

~Not requested~

A/N: Here you go! Take this, dear reader. I have had this in my drafts forever and I decided to finally write it to the end :D

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S.Coups

When he first met you, he was surprised by your height. He knew he was an average height for a man his age, but when he saw you, he actually felt short. He was nearly 180 cm and you were 190 cm. He was amazed by it! When you two started dating, he almost immediately wanted to introduce you to his members. He wanted the members to know about you and treat you well. So you planned a schedule where you went to the dorm they live and S.Coups introduced you to everyone. The most shocked of them all was Mingyu. He knew he was tall, 187cm is more than average, but standing next to you made him question his whole life.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan would be surprised by your height, but won't let the height difference come in between the relationship. He loves you and he wants you to know it. He is known as the Seventeens mother so he knows how to take care of you when needed. The day when he introduced you to the other members was quite hilarious. First of all, they didn't expect Jeonghan to have a relationship. And second of all, they definitely did not expect him to have someone as tall as you. They literally felt like a giant has walked into their living room (Not in a bad way tho, they just thought you were really tall) But they loved you and welcomed you warmly, and Jeonghan was happy about that.

Joshua

He wouldn't mind your height. Of course it was a little weird to see someone so tall, bit he didn't care about it. He only cared about the fact that he loved you. He will always keep you from getting bored. If you even dare to say that you are bored when you are hanging out, he WILL make you do something so you wouldn't be bored. He will make you sing karaoke with him, dance with him, play video or board games (purposefully let you win to see your smile) with him, anything! When the members first met you, they thought that the relationship was cute. Joshua looked so tiny next to your 190 cm tall figure.

Jun

This man would absolutely 'Adore U'! (hehe) He would literally worship you, make an altar for you, sacrifice his soul for you, he would do it all! (/hj) He loves you so much and it is safe to say that you can't get rid of him. He loves you a lot and dearly. When he brought you to seventeens place, the rest of the members needed to process the whole thing. How could Jun score someone like you. You looked like a Greek god with your good looks and height. I'm pretty sure that Jun and the rest of the members made an altar for you together and they all worship you now >:)

Hoshi

He won your heart with his little tiger thingy. The rest of the members didn't believe him at first. How could someone fall for him when he acts like a tiger? Well you did. And the way Hoshi described his boyfriend to the members made them believe him less. Could a 190 cm, good-looking, the most perfect man to ever exist who is scrumptious be together with someone like Hoshi? He had to prove it to them that it is true! So, he one day brought you to the dorms and they were all really shocked by the fact that everything Hoshi had told was true. Next time Hoshi says something, they won't doubt it one bit. (except if he says that he is a tiger. Minghao horanghae-anti)

Wonwoo

He would definitely be surprised when he first saw you. He was a great height compared to his age, but seeing a little bit younger person who was a lot taller than him? He actually fell in love with you. Not just because of your tall figure and good looks, but the fact that you were really kind too. He didn't even tell his members about you. He wanted to keep the relationship a secret. He one day brought you to the dorms, thinking that there was no one else, but they have already come back from wherever they were and he was caught with you when you entered the dorm. S.Coups started to immediately ask questions about you. Wonwoo said that you are his boyfriend and S.Coups couldn't believe it. Wonwoo? Dating? Sounded kinda off but he welcomed you happily to the family :D

Woozi

It didn't take much to be taller than him. He is 166 cm and he had accepted the fact that he won't grow anymore. He is really short and cute, but he wasn't that affectionate. So when the members heard that he was dating, they were really shocked. Woozi, who had always hated physical affection, was dating a 190 cm, good-looking, absolute god? They found it hard to believe, but when Woozi introduced you to them, they couldn't actually believe their eyes. You stood next to Woozi, the height difference being ridiculous, but they thought it was cute and Woozi was happy that they approved and liked you!

Dokyeom

He first met you at a grocery store and he immediately fell for you. You were much taller than him, but he didn't care about it. He had butterflies in his stomach the second he saw you. He's an introvert so he first didn't have any intention of talking to you, but once you left the grocery store and the butterflies stayed, he decided to make a move. You two got to know each other and then got together. He was quick to introduce you to the members because he was absolutely in love with you. The members had a good laugh when DK introduced his boyfriend who was at least 15 cm taller than him. But no matter what they said, DK still loved you more than anything.

Mingyu

It's rare to find someone taller than him. He is very tall to say the least. Mingyu is standing at 187 cm and let me tell you, when he saw you, a 193 cm tall male, he was amazed. He couldn't stop staring at you when you were walking on the street and he decided that he has to talk to you. So he approached you carefully yet firmly and then tapped your shoulder. When he saw your face up close, he couldn't believe his eyes. You looked like a Greek god in the most perfect way ever and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you no matter how hard he tried. Once you two got to know each other better and soon got together, he had to introduce you to the other members. The other members laughed at you and Mingyu, not in a mocking way. It was hilarious for them when Mingyu was already having a hard time to not hit his head on door frames, but you did it at least 3 times. The other members felt very short when standing near you. Even Mingyu himself felt short for the first time in a while.

Minghao

He found you quite adorable when he befriended you. You were a lot taller than him and looked like you could dominate anyone, but in reality, you were the most submissive and innocent person he has ever met. Minghao and you got into a relationship after some time, and he was quite hesitant about announcing the other members about your relationship, because he thought they wouldn't accept him. You convinced him that he has nothing to worry about, and if they don't accept him the way he is, then you will be there for him. So, the day came when he brought you to the dormitories and the other members, surprise surprise, accepted him and your relationship. The others found you adorable too, given the fact that you were even taller than their tallest member, but they didn't mind it that much (except Mingyu whose ego broke because his only personality trait is being tall /j)

Seungkwan

He loves the idea of having a taller partner than him. He is so submissive and likes being under control of anyone, so having a tall, dominant partner who can tower over his small figure really is something that he is looking forward to with you. When he introduces you to his other members, they can't help but to be in awe. They like to see how someone so loud usually can become so shy and quiet around someone, because usually Seungkwan won't shut up about you, but now that he is with you, he gets all shy and quiet when you put a hand over his shoulder or just hug him. Or even look at him. If you give him any form of attention in any way, he will melt, no questions asked.

Vernon

Vernon is an affectionate guy and loves to be near you no matter what. You have always thought that this was normal due y´to you two being close friends, but one day it started to be even more tan that. Vernon would always find ways to be near you or touch you, and you were okay with that, because he was your friend. Soon Vernon confessed his feelings to you and you gladly accepted them. Vernon decided that now that you two are dating, it would be a good time to finally introduce you to the members. He was so excited about it and the other members weren't surprised by the fact that you two are dating, but about the fact that you are so tall. You would almost hit your head on the door frames and you could touch the ceiling. Just barely, but still could. It made Mingyu a bit jealous but he didn't mind it much.

Dino

He was amazed himself too when he realized that he is in fact dating a tall Greek god looking guy. Dino was so happy with you, but a bit hesitant to introduce you to the members, so he decided to introduce them almost one by one. The first one he introduced you to was Jeonghan. He asked Jeonghan to meet him at a cafe and when he arrived, he saw you and Dino sitting next to each other and laughing at some memes. When Dino had you talking to Jeonghan and actually getting to know each other at least a bit, he immediately wanted you to meet the rest of the members. He made sure that you are comfortable with it before actually doing so. Everything went well and they found it adorable that the maknae had a boyfriend. Dino would sometimes bring you to the practice room and teach you how to dance <3

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diangelodork · 10 days ago

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DBDA ANALYSIS #13 (except this will probably also be late bc i have so much to say and also i got into a car accident so that’s my excuse for everything now)

today’s topic: tragic mick’s products are just as tragic as he is.

with most of mick (and tbh the whole show)’s magical items are rather tragic themselves.

the only item that does not align with this that i can think of is the enchanted jar in E2 (though, is it not rather tragic to have to house two thumbtack-sized gods who are total pricks?).

in the same episode, however, esther purchases the mushroom that inevitably kicks off her creation of “teethface” and is a clear-cut antagonist to our show. this is its purpose, however, so i’d like to redefine tragic as “not perfectly filling out its exact intended purpose and/or harming someone in the process.” this DOES cause the fungus to fall into that definition. teethface ends up turning against her, directly betraying the purpose that she, the consumer, had in mind at the time of purchase.

next, we see the maritime music box/sphere thingy. this DOES fulfill its purpose, but at a tragic cost - human life. they work around this, yes, by sacrificing an immortal being to their cause, but had they not had the night nurse, i don’t think that wrapping it in meat would’ve worked to successfully lure angie. without tnn, they would’ve needed another way, or to morally sacrifice a mortal somehow ??

next, we have the light of heart which he sells to crystal. she followed its command, stating her wish twice aloud and yet, it didn’t work until she said something with a downside to it. it could be that this was more raw of a wish or more real of a wish, but his claim was that “it protects you from the repercussions of toxic entanglements,” which means that “i want to keep david out of my head” SHOULD have worked, especially since she had said it twice as niko had informed was necessary and she hadn’t done this with “i just want to be normal.” it shouldn’t have worked with that second phrase as she didn’t follow the specifically set rules for the item. i’d say this is definitely considered tragic.

finally, the lucky charm he gifts to niko. of course, it is lucky and saves her life, but not in the way anyone expected, making it twisted and tricky in a way i would deem tragic. it forces her friends to mourn her death when she is not, in truth, gone. her friends and her mother have to deal with that grief and tragedy and i’d say that’s rather tragic in itself.

i’ve found that i somehow have some time to keep going, so here are a few bonus trinkets i’d call tragic that are not from mick.

the magic 8 ball, of course. an omen and bringer of death, not telling you when someone will die, but leading death to you once you’ve used it. thought to be morbid, but found to be cursed and imbued with death (the concept, not the person) itself.

the stones, gone searching for a ghost who was never there (gladys).

i feel like i’m missing something, so i’ll edit this if i realize anything. that being said, im about to pass out so GOODNIGHT!

#erebus psychoanalyzes things nightly!#i love psychoanalyzing everything <3 #dead boy detectives #dbda #save dead boy detectives #renew dead boy detectives #revive dead boy detectives #save dbda #we will save this show #savedeadboydetectives #dead boy detective agency #tragic mick

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qulpynai · 6 months ago

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wlw radiostatic headcanons and some with autistic Vox

god should spare me a little life essence note! genderbend radiostatic are much softer than canon ones because i want yuri to be happy and let yaoi die in suffer Vox in denial about her autism, while Alastor had no idea what it is until Charlie made a whole ass presantion about autism to help autistic sinners and let alone she suspected that Pentius might one of them Alastor was sitting during presantaion like "Oh, Vox has this trait, and that one too, and this finger thingy too... and that one included" and it happened quite multiple times in seconds Alastor was hit with realization "Charlie, i think my wife has autism" "YOU HAVE A WIFE?" "Well, i think we're in divorce process right now" "YOU AND WIFE????" "Vagatha, please help your little girlfriend"

Alastor is the first lover and hater of Vox and they mock each other daily, but Alastor goes easier when she sees that Vox stops getting where joke and not. she thought that Vox just had fragile ego which is also the case too, but she would've look angrier than worried at Vox's birthday she made a broadcast about sea creatures, especially about sharks, even though she wasn't fan of. none of sinner has any idea why Radio Demon decided to talk about sharks, but every shark-sinner was hella scared, while Vox, well, was kicking her feets and giggling Both of them obsessed with each other, but Alastor gets horrified when she sees her wife's pathetic room with every stuff that reminds her red deer cannibalistic woman and body pillow with her art She felt flustered and a little jealous because bitch you should hug me, not the pillow. it boosted her ego and gave one more reason to tease Vox about how she needed her presence "You were part of my routine" and Alastor shut her mouth, clearly dumbfounded and Vox quickly vanishes as she realizes what her mouth said now something local Vox may start repeating one word for a several time and Alastor doesn't mind, she enjoys her wife's voice, but eventually stops her if it gets too long Alastor used to mock her about it, but stopped as in afterwards Vox started to mute herself for a while out of embarassment. after the divorce arc she noticed that Vox only starts repeating at the moment of glitch and buffering, then she forces herself to reboot to stop the stimming. it... seemed enough painful it was a little bit too hard to accept that Vox used to be vulnerable around her, but now she simply can't despite her weird homosexual obsession

#hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #hazbin hotel alastor #fem radiostatic #fem vox #fem alastor

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amoristt · 1 year ago

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@rivalriotrenegade @lialacleaf tysm!!! i loved writing this lil part 2 thingy lol . i might do a full one shot one day but until then here is this hehehe

[original]

ghost could recite the exact date and time he'd gotten the call. it was just barely dawn, the sky a deep purple and dotted gingerly with stars and a shining moon. such a beautiful night, ruined by the never-ending anxiety he felt in his chest.

'it may never come back', the doctor had said, the phrase running laps through his exhausted mind. 'there's a very real possibility those memories could be gone forever.'

it was 5:46am when his phone began to howl beside him. his tired eyes shifted from their fixed position on the ceiling down to the table beside his bed. a part of him almost considered ignoring the call. he'd gotten so many now, everyone wanting updates and to ensure he was handling everything okay. ghost put on a good show, but he knew that his real friends could see him struggling.

his pupils focus on nothing when he answers the phone. it takes roughly 5 words before he's up, hauling himself to his feet, grabbing his keys, and running out the door. his car peels out from his driveway, fishtailing and squealing in the process. he would arrive at that hospital in minutes flat, wasting no time at the front desk and instead barreling his way directly to the room that had been haunting him. nurses and doctors scurry, already anticipating his arrival once they'd heard the news you'd regained your memories and were adamantly requesting to see simon riley.

the door to your hospital room was already open and he finds himself lingering outside for a split second despite his fervent pace. there's a nagging fear in the back of his mind- what if you didn't remember everything? what if he had still lost a part of you? it only lasts for a moment, but it halts him at the door.

but your voice drags him in. and god, when he locks eyes with you, all those rampant fears disappear into nothingness. all there is, is you. your tired expression, you're eyes full of love and familiarity. you say his name so sweetly and he just knows it's all you. his heart lurches as he sits beside you, and you scoot closer.

ghost lets go of the breath he'd been holding for weeks now.

beside you, he reaches out and sets a large hand to rest atop your forearm. despite his usual cool demeanor, those who knew him would be able to see the crashing river of emotions running through him underneath that thick skin. the exhaustion in his eyes, the desperation in his need to be touching you at all times. the way he slouches just barely and never takes his eyes off you. anyone could sense the all-consuming relief radiating off him.

ghost doesn't say a ton at first. he's just grateful, nearly trembling with relief when you place your hand over his own and offer a smile to help appease his nerves. he doesn't want to worry you. he doesn't want you to know the hours he lied awake, coping with grief and the toxic anxiety for having to wait everything out. it was killing him.

Throughout his entire life, ghost didn't think he could love someone that much. he didn't think his hardened heart was capable of it. sure, he knew he loved you, knew if there was going to be anyone for him, it was you, but he never truly grasped what your life meant to him. yet there he was in the night, praying to a god he barely believed in to just do this one thing for him, please.

he never realized the thought of living in a world without you at his side felt pretty damn pointless.

and he also never realized, until it was too late, the importance of having pictures. evidence of your love, of your life. physical memories for him to keep safe. he drags his phone from his pocket and reaches out, angles it at the both of you. you protest- 'i look awful', you say. he shakes his head, and you giggle. 'no, seriously.'

but ghost just tells you to shut it and get in the picture. the moment your lips meet his clothed cheek, he takes the photo.

#mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #fluff #fanfiction #cod mw2

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sunnychuuya · 3 months ago

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Sally face >:3

the cameras thar Addison installed have eyes on them on Larry's side mr Addison sus frrr /hj

me after looking up a tutorial and still being lost

How do I activate the runes on floor three raghhh

I DID KT

thank God for light bulbs existing I'm so much less scared rn

guys I don't like this ://

Sodas gonna be okay right ://

also where's uhhh I think her name is maple she's gone that's sus

HEYYY UHH SWITCHED TO LARRYS SIDE WHY ARE CHUG AND SODA ALL FADED

WAIT THAT MEANS THEIR NOT POSSED RIGHT ??

SO THEYLL BE FINE

RIGHT GYYS

oh 304 is just fucking gone on Larry's side

the mirror in Todd's bathroom where the red eyes demon appeared in chapter two is shattered

why dids Todd's parents toilet have the void

Why doesn't it let me access the full rooms I can't go into the bedrooms

I dislike that all kf the suspicious ppls houses r not able to be accessed (charley, packerton)

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE GOOP ITS POSSESION GOOP I KNOW IT

Nvm I gor into packertons place

Theres nothing here tho ??

What the florp

I got it to work at the last second bruh i suck at the guitar bits

Mm circles

all the mirrors are shattered actually

did Mrs Gibson die 💀

I'm pretending to understand what's happening

FUCK THE GUITAR BITS R SO HARS

I'm definitely missing stuff :/

-GUYS NO FUCKING WAY WAS I RIGHT ABOUT ADDISONCBEING SUS ??

Addison: a young boy stands at the threshold of oblivion

Unkoen green voice: MEXMERIZED BY THE ETERNAL ABYSS

-Ph what the fyck this is creepy

-UHHHHH

SO MR ADDISON IS SUS

"SO how long have you been like this"

*slowly slides away*

what the fuck

Litterally nothing could've prepared me for this

This reminds me of fullmetal alchemist bro

Goop

ADDISON IS THE POSSESSY DUDE I thought it was The red eyed demon is the red eyed demon possibly an extension?

Having trouble processing this I seriously thought Mr Addison was not actually gonna be sus.

NO WHAT THE HELL

I HATE THIS GAME

DUDE I CAN BARELY DO THE FUCKING PILLAR THINGIES

FUCK SHIT BALLS ASS

I paused the game and forgot I was doing this lmao

THIS IS SI HARD

t h e r e s m o r e

Bruh I'm gonna larry

I did IT

hey guys wtf

MURDER EVERYONE IN THE APARTMENRS ??

OKAY BUT NOT SODA AND CHUG RIGJT CUZ THEY DONT HAVE THE POSSESY GOOP

"I don't think I can do this. Please don't make me do this terrence" guys what if I just delete the game

Omori core (white room with knife)

This isn't girlypop guys

"Goal: kill"

what if I'm crying

I HAVE TO KILL TODDS PAEENRS

I HAVE TO KILL MY DAD AND LISA

Why do I feel so fuckijg guilty it's a video game

SAL NO CHUG AND SODA ARE INNOCENT THEY ARWNT POSSESED

The lack of music

Like complete silence except for footsteps

Makes this so much more painful

Killing soda is what opened the floodgates of tearss

"Youknow, I may not say this enough, but I'm proud of you, sal. You've come a long eay and I know it hasn't all been easy." Fuck. This hurts.

If Larry hadn't kms lsal would've had to kill him..

"I look at you now and I'm excited about the man you arebecoming. K think youve for a bright future ahead of yoj. I reallt do"

Haha funny joke I'm sobbing hea about to fucking kill you and then (prolly) get excuted. I hate this game.

Ih fuck not Todd

ASH I FUCKING WISH YOU WERE IN THOSE APARTMENTS YOU ARE THE FUCKING WORST I HATE YOJ

ENON DIED

FUCKING HELL

ThIS IS BECAUSE THE CULT RIGHT

TBATS A FAKE

SHIT

SHIT SHIT SHIT

FUCK

The music fading out

Fuck

ASH IDC UR STILL FUCKIJG WRONG

Wair no but I know her idea won't work bc like ik sal dies

Do NIT play memories and dreams rn

ASH NO SHUT THE FUCK UP- AHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOWBTHIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU HAD THREE YEARS YOU WAITED TILL THE LAST FUCKING SECOND

hey guys what the fuck

What the genuine fuck

Like okay I knew he died from before I started the game but

This still kinda hurts ngl

Fuck

Why couldn't they just like

Be happy

STOP ISBTHAT WHY I KEEP SEEING FANARTS WITH CLOCKS THAT SAY 6 33/18 33 ON CLOCKS YALL ARW DEVIOUS

Acheivment: suffer

Re you fuckin kidding me I mean I am suffering but God damn

Wait yea that's a good point wtf happened to Larry's body

Ash jm going to allow you go try to redeem herself but it's gonna be hard

NKO U HAVE TO PLAY AS HER :(

Travis is the cult member on the inside yea?

-"Oh gizmo is still alive, thats good at least!" [He hadn't left your room since the execution. It's like he knows] guys what the fuck

maple..

Pookies j do not remember the shed code

travis is still alive at least..

YALL I JUST REALIZED THE LIL PUZZLR BOX THING FROM THE TREE HOUSE A LONG TIME AGO ?? NEVER EXPLAIJED

great fucking job ash now Larry's gone bc of you too (actuslly I don't blame her for this one bc Larry wanted it yk)

girly just casually has a c4

Went into the temple

2nite wasn't great updates since I was just talkin eith the below user lmao

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

#sally face

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apparitionism · 10 months ago

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Bonus 2

Here’s the second part of a holiday story, begun in part 1, about how Myka and Helena, in a vaguely season 4 world in which nobody’s going to go to Boone but through which they have thus far been separated, are reunited for a day-before-Christmas-eve retrieval in Cleveland. Helena has been summoned by Claudia to serve as Myka’s backup, for Pete is spending some holiday time with his family... but as it turns out, the retrieval is necessary because—plot-semi-twist!—Pete Christmas-gifted his cousin, who is a bigwig at an accounting firm, with an artifact, a pen that apparently has something to do with Santa’s naughty/nice list. Which said cousin used to confer end-of-year bonuses—and penalties. As this part opens, Myka is just beginning to process the fact that the whole situation is Pete’s fault...

(And no, I didn’t manage to bring this thing in for a landing in this part. Nobody faint from the surprise.)

Bonus 2

“Okay,” Myka acknowledges, because what else can she do? The fact is that in any Warehouse-related context, “coincidence” is a non sequitur, and she begins formulating a plan to Christmas-gift Claudia with a T-shirt featuring that sentiment. How fast can she get a custom T-shirt made?

The irony is that Claudia would know.

“Yeah,” says Pete’s cousin—Pete’s cousin! She might be affirming the Claudia-irony in Myka’s head, or the situational irony Myka is now stuck in, or any of the vast array of ironies that make up the Warehousian unfolding of time itself. Myka would not have expected Pete’s cousin’s words to contain multitudes. And yet.

“He told me it was the kind of thing he thought I’d like,” that cousin continues, “and he was right. Effects aside, it’s a gorgeous implement. Perfectly balanced... which I guess works on an existential level too, doesn’t it? Naughty, nice.” She shifts the pen to rest a delicate crosswise on an extended index finger, testing its equilibrium as a chef might a knife.

The pen—or is it merely a different species of knife?—basks in Nancy Sullivan’s regard. “Resonant little instrument,” she says, with clear affection. “Anyway, we were talking about Pete.” A different sort of affection now colors her voice. “He went into this big production-number apology about it being sort of secondhand.”

“Oh?” Myka says, distracted by pens, knives, resonances... but, right, secondhand. Of course it’s secondhand. No new item could be an artifact. Or could it? This seems like a Steve-conversation topic.... and it certainly beats “H.G. is god knows where” for philosophy.

“Not because it’s not new,” Pete’s cousin says, apparently reading Myka’s mind, “but because he initially was thinking he’d give it to somebody else.”

Myka repeats her interrogative “oh?”, but she’s getting a feeling again.

“Yeah,” says Nancy Sullivan, and Myka really has to applaud her talent for broadly applicable affirmation. “He said he wanted to give it to his partner because, and I quote, ‘she likes the old-fashioned stuff,’ but then he realized he shouldn’t because, and I also quote, ‘she’s got this whole family feathery-pen dealy-thingy and I don’t want to upset her.’” She waves the pen again, this time directly at Myka, like a conductor imploring the oboes to pick up the pace. “And he told me his partner’s name,” she concludes.

“I’m sure there are lots of Myka Berings in the world?” Myka tries, weakly, raising her hands as if to offer Nancy Sullivan all those other Myka Berings. The last vestige of defensibility... then her hands drop, because really. She looks at Helena in apology, with only an indistinct, tangled sense of what she’s apologizing for. I’m sorry I occasioned this is part of it, yet there’s a deeper fault she feels but can’t quite ideate, one more consequential than an anodyne “oops.”

“Listen, he’s a really good guy,” Nancy Sullivan says.

“I agree completely,” Myka assures her. But in the interest of full disclosure, she adds, “Mostly completely. I mean, I’m going to kill him for this.”

Helena says, “Are you.” Her tone brings Myka up short: it’s impossibly knowing, suggesting insight into everything Myka has been thinking, about someday and talking and things.

Again with the reading so right.

Myka would love to have the panache to do more than glance furtively at Helena, to pull off a playful, similarly knowing response, like “that depends on my backup” (or something actually clever that will doubtless occur to her during some post-holiday post-mortem). Instead she goes with a not at all interrogative “Oh.”

Nancy Sullivan looks from Myka to Helena. Then she says, “Okay, revision: A really good guy who might be hanging onto some unreasonable hope.”

Myka wishes she could keep from glancing yet again, now, at Helena—now as she grasps the fullness of her underlying error, now as she formulates a hopeful plan regarding someday saying out loud “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize that he had any such hope and that I didn’t make completely clear that any such hope would never have been anything but unreasonable”—but the wish doesn’t work. She glances... thus proving Nancy Sullivan’s point.

“He didn’t mention you,” Pete’s cousin tells Helena. “I think I see why.”

“I’m both offended and pleased,” Helena says, with her customary little thank-you head-bow.

Rather than luxuriating in the familiarity of that head-bow, Myka tries to head off a more detailed discussion of Helena’s role in it all (and what a nondescriptively limp phrase that is) by observing, “The sixth-sense thing is quite the family trait.”

“Ah. Sure. You’ve had experience,” Nancy Sullivan says, a little droop in her voice.

Has she taken Myka’s words as criticism? Myka hurries to reassure, “Sometimes it’s very helpful.”

“But. Other times.” This is heavier, and now she must be referencing her own vibe-related experiences.

“Your family get-togethers must be really... charged?” Myka tries.

Nancy Sullivan offers another all-encompassing “Yeah.” Then she laughs. “But at least we don’t have a feathery-pen dealy-thingy like your family does.”

Helena clears her throat, an attention-garnering ah-ha-hem, as if it’s in the stage directions preceding her next line in some farce. She inclines her head: more stage-direction drama. Finally, “You do now,” she says in benediction.

Nancy Sullivan’s jaw drops. “Wow,” she says, and “wow,” she repeats. Then she laughs again and says, “He really should’ve mentioned you.”

Myka might laugh too, but she is preoccupied by the way in which Helena’s well-chosen articulation has persuaded her body to remind her that it and she have reached no mutually satisfactory agreement about appropriate reactions.

And that in turn sparks Myka to a realization: once the retrieval is accomplished, there may be a nonzero chance that she and Helena could enjoy a bit more of that liminal together-presence...

Myka’s body makes its best effort to crash through the gauzy ideating her brain would prefer to do about what such time could entail, and after no small amount of nethers-vs.-cerebrum struggle, she manages to propose, truce-wise, a simple Let’s just hope it exists.

Surprisingly, body and mind are willing to shake on that, giving Myka leave to slip on a glove and pronounce, “Just give us the pen. Then it’s over. Mostly. The money will probably revert... so you’ll most likely have to redo the bonuses the old-fashioned way.” Hearing herself, she amends, “Well. The regular way.”

“I don’t mind redoing. But reverting...” Pete’s cousin tightens her fingers around the artifact, pulling it near to her body as if she might be considering, for one last “maybe,” the idea of punching her way out.

Myka tenses, and she doesn’t need to cast a glance to know that Helena is doing the same.

She glances anyway... and indeed, Helena alive with wiry readiness is a sight worth the seeing. So worth it, in fact, that Myka is genuinely, if improperly, disappointed that said sight doesn’t cause the truce to collapse.

After a moment, however, color returns to Nancy Sullivan’s knuckles, and Myka removes the pen from her slackened grip.

But then Nancy Sullivan cocks her head. “Is it really over though? I feel like something else might be happening.”

No. No. Absolutely not. “Something else is always happening,” Myka says, affecting nonchalance as she slides the feathery foolishness into a static bag, ignoring its yipping sparks of protest. “Don’t worry about it.”

Nancy Sullivan casts a skeptical look at the barky little bag. “If you say so. Anyway seeing Pete’s face when I tell him you and I –and he and I!—are fellows in family feathery-pen dealy-thingies now? Might end up being the second-best end-of-year bonus of all, given everything.” There’s a little mockery in her voice, echoing the cousin Myka knows so well.

“And the best such bonus?” Helena inquires.

“Docking Bob’s pay,” Nancy Sullivan says instantly.

Myka snorts, and Nancy Sullivan turns back to her and says, “Are you okay with me being glad we met?” Like she’s mostly but not entirely sure of the response she’ll get, and that’s another echo.

“Only if you’re okay with me being glad too,” Myka says, her own voice sounding a familiar note—one she’s pretty sure Pete would recognize.

After a nod, Nancy Sullivan turns to Helena. “I’d say it to you, but I feel like there’s something extra going on with you, like—”

Myka steps in: “Honestly, always,” and then she’s hustling Helena out of the office even as Helena chirps, “I’m both offended and pleased by that as well!”

Back in the elevator, Helena speaks first. “I did not expect that,” she says, sounding entertained by—practically bubbly about—the entire scenario.

“I should have,” Myka grumbles.

“You’re too hard on yourself.”

“Oh god no,” Myka says, involuntarily. “Too easy if anything.”

Helena’s eyebrows rise, and her eyes accuse. “I’ve known you for no small amount of time,” she says.

Myka’s previous review fights that statement, but she doesn’t speak of it.

Her lack of response prompts a heavy I-am-no-longer-entertained sigh. “Must I return to the phrase ‘your truth’?”

“Please don’t,” Myka says. That’s also nearly involuntary, but it sounds too harsh, like she’s dismissing as unimportant that bookstore interaction, as well as the entirety of those in-extremis manifestations of herself and Helena. Rather than apologizing for that, for surely it would prove far too entangling, she tries to draw Helena’s attention back to the entertainment. “I like Nancy Sullivan. She reminds me of Pete and his mom.”

“Pete’s mother? I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

That’s a bit more jousty, backed by curiosity. Good. “She’s a Regent,” Myka says, for it’s the most salient piece of information she has about Jane Lattimer.

Helena stills. Her jaw hardens. “Then perhaps I have indeed had the... pleasure.” Cold. Cold. Cold.

You idiot, Myka scourges herself. Why couldn’t she have done the normal thing and left Pete’s mom as “Pete’s mom”? But now, but now: now she’s seen this wound, down there under the ice, and she wants to test that ice, but she can’t, regardless of her wish and want to know know know, to know everything Helena has been put through, so as to know whom to hate (and she hopes that doesn’t include Pete’s mom) and whom to someday thank (and she double-hopes that does include Pete’s mom). “Anyway I think the cousin had the right idea,” she says, pushing back to the now, to what just happened. “Using an artifact to do what are really decent things, even if they were judgmental.”

“Rather Old Testament,” Helena says. “Strangely inappropriate for this holiday, no?” She asks that like she’s really thinking—wondering—about it.

Myka congratulates herself on having provided a distraction, however minimal, from whatever Regent-pain her unthinking reveal caused to surface. “I hadn’t thought about Santa being more Yahweh than Jesus,” she says, to enhance it, “and I’m not sure what it says about my position on salvation that I genuinely wish we could have let her keep that pen. Or even better, if we could maybe ferry it around to deserving arbiters... wouldn’t that contribute to the greater good, even if it’s in a judgy Old-Testament way?”

Helena’s face moves as if she’s about to answer, but before she can, a rupturing screech of metal-on-metal complication resounds decisively through the space, and their ear-popping descent slows, slows, slows...

...and stops.

After an appropriately irony-bearing pause, Helena says, “This elevator seems to disapprove of your suggestion. Or perhaps it’s your theological indecision that displeases?”

All Myka can manage is an extremely resigned “I am not surprised.”

Efforts to summon help strengthen the “disapproval” interpretation: they’re fruitless. No one answers the emergency line, and this mirrored box is, according to both their phones, the place where cell service goes to die. Or where that service is interfered with by a theologically offended pulley-based mechanism.

“I genuinely cannot believe we’re stuck in an elevator,” Myka says. It may be the most true statement to which she’s ever given voice.

After a beat, however, she concedes, “But of course I can.”

Helena casts her gaze around. Once again, exaggeratedly stage-direction-y. “At least it’s reasonably well-appointed. For an elevator in which to be... stuck.” She seems to relish articulating “stuck,” so she’s back to being entertained. Not quite bubbly, but definitely entertained.

Myka can’t get past her annoyance with the elevator’s disapproval, so she says a peevish, “I don’t like mirrors.” She’s painfully aware now that they cover not only the walls, but also the ceiling. She can’t even look heavenward in supplication, sarcastic or otherwise, without regarding herself. It really is too much.

Given that no other communication technology is working, she resorts to the Farnsworth. She gives thanks for Warehouse mojo, or whatever enables it to elude the elevator’s wrath, when Claudia answers with, “No info on ‘lists, making them’ yet.”

“We dealt with that,” Myka tells her. “New problem.”

“Another artifact?”

“Who knows? Maybe Pete’s in an elevator somewhere else in this town making bad decisions, and they’re redounding to our detriment.” She’s vamping. Stuck in an elevator with Helena, she’s vamping. Instead of simply basking in such fantasy-made-fact, she’s vamping.

She doesn’t bother wondering whether Helena knows she’s doing that; if this little adventure has done nothing else, it’s reminded Myka that Helena always knows. It’s both wonderful and terrible to be so legible, particularly to someone Myka so often finds frustratingly illegible.

“I’m not following,” Claudia says.

Speaking of illegible: Myka, heal thyself. “We’re stuck. In an elevator,” she clarifies.

Claudia makes a noise that, impressively, marries a gasp and a snicker. “Are you really? Or did you push the stop button, like people do?”

“Like people... what?”

“When they want to have a little uninterrupted chat,” Claudia says, pedantic, as if now she’s the one who’s “clarifying.”

“Nobody does that in real life,” Steve says from offscreen. Myka is pleased to know he’s around.

“Myka just did,” Claudia insists in his direction. “Didn’t you,” she insists at Myka.

“If I did,” Myka says, “why would I be calling you to get us out of here?”

“Yeah, why would she?” Steve asks, but from farther away.

Don’t leave! Myka wants to exhort. She would never admit to needing backup in a counter-Claudia sense... but she does appreciate when Steve provides it.

“Oooh, because maybe the chat didn’t go so well,” Claudia says with great, and to Myka’s thinking entirely inappropriate, relish.

Trying for calm pragmatism, she says, “Wouldn’t I just... unpush the stop button then?”

“Myka,” Claudia says. It’s the most chiding, disappointment-laden use of her name Myka has ever heard, even when measured against all the times her father has uttered those two designating syllables. “Believe me when I tell you I’m a fan,” Claudia goes on, turning mollifying, “but you really need to lean in when it comes to tropes.” Myka can’t imagine how to respond to that, so she doesn’t. Claudia sighs—seemingly everyone’s preferred go-to when Myka fails to produce words—and says, “Did you try calling maintenance? Pushing the emergency button? Using your cell?”

“Yes, yes, and no service. Do you genuinely think I don’t understand modern communication technology?”

“I think you pretend you don’t understand newfangledness all the time. Particularly when you’re trying to show off how sympatico you are with H.G., who incidentally doesn’t seem to be piping up like I’d expect. Did you knock her unconscious after your terrible chat? Or maybe during it?”

Helena has indeed been very—very surprisingly—quiet while Myka has explained the situation to Claudia. And she doesn’t step in to help Myka out now. So much for any counter-Claudia backup.

“There was not a chat,” Myka says.

Helena is regarding herself in the mirrored ceiling.

“But there could be one now?” Claudia nudges. “Let me see if I can see what’s up. I’ve got cell service.” She disconnects.

Helena abruptly abandons her ceiling self-contemplation, focusing her gaze upon Myka. It’s disconcerting. “Are you attempting to avoid an uninterrupted chat?” she asks.

Myka can’t suss the question’s sincerity. And notwithstanding all her ideas about talking, she suffers a cringing internal “yes.” Externally, however, she says, in what she hopes offers at least a veneer of sincerity of her own, “No.”

She doesn’t follow up by asking “why would I be doing that,” because Helena would probably have a guess. And because that guess would probably be accurate: “You are a coward,” Helena might say, and Myka would regrettably have to either tell the truth and agree, or lie and disclaim any emotional investment in whatever the outcome of such a chat might be.

Silence. Longer than it should be... or is it as long as Myka deserves?

You wanted time together. Don’t bellyache about the form it takes.

“Your objection to mirrors,” Helena eventually says.

“What about it?” Myka asks. Her very soul flinches.

“What is it?”

Myka has never before stated her dislike of mirrors aloud, and she regrets having done so now. To play it off, she says a dismissive, “An artifact.” And yet the truth is that despite the unnerving nature of her interaction with Alice’s mirror and how it continues to prey on her mind, it isn’t really that—or rather, that only intensified her dislike.

But when Helena proposes, “Yet another ‘dealy-thingy’?”, clearly (and preciously) trying the phrase out in her mouth, Myka misleadingly (intentionally misleadingly) nods and says, “They’re all dealy-thingies.”

To that, Helena says, “Interesting.”

Myka would probe that word, but to do so might destabilize the ground, here in an elevator. Instead, for the moment, she tilts her head in the direction of the Christmas muzak, the literal elevator music, being piped in. “Oh, sure, that still works.” She gestures at the speaker, a thin dark stripe between two mirror-panels, from which the sound is emerging. The elevator is nothing if not insistent.

In truth, she doesn’t mind Christmas carols. She does mind the bowdlerization thereof, and isn’t that an attitude the dogmatic elevator really ought to share? O holy night, the stars are brightly... synthesizing? It’s wrong.

Now even her mind is vamping. Great.

Helena tilts her head toward the speaker, however, and Myka appreciates her willingness to be redirected. At least for a moment.

In fact, for all her vamping, mental and otherwise, Myka finds herself absurdly content to simply stand against a mirrored elevator wall and regard Helena... who in that instant of Myka’s acknowledged contentment seems to accept their predicament as unlikely to be resolved in a timely fashion: she sits down, of course elegantly, resting her back against her side of the box and stretching her legs (her legs, Myka’s body notes, just to let her know it’s still paying close attention) out in front of her.

The looking-down perspective is a bit disorienting—although at least this time it has nothing to do with being stuck to a ceiling—but Myka has no time to process it, for Helena’s next salvo, looking up, is, “You’ve been expecting me to remark further on naughtiness, haven’t you.”

Reading, yet again. “I kind of have,” Myka admits. It seems an overly judgmental statement, particularly given that Myka has to deliver it as if from an elevated bench. And yet... she kind of has.

“I’d rather not fulfill that expectation,” Helena says. “If we could speak of other things.”

Myka is a little thrown, but thankful. “That is entirely fine by me. What do you want to talk about?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly,” Myka says, meaning it as an answer to either interpretation of Helena’s interrogative: Are you asking what I want to talk honestly about? or Are you asking, with honest intent, what I want to talk about? She hopes Helena will respond similarly.

“Something that interests you,” Helena says.

That’s not in any way what she was expecting. “Really?”

“Really.”

It’s a word similar to, yet very different from, “honestly.” What, in a real sense, interests Myka? In this moment, all she can think to say is “you.” And perhaps because her normal inhibitions are disordered, here in this stopped elevator, that’s what she blurts out.

And that seems, incongruously, to take Helena aback. “What about me?” she asks.

Myka can’t say “everything.” It’s the real answer (really), but it’s far too... big. For an unexpected reunion, an unexpected uninterrupted chat—although Claudia or rescuers could at any point interrupt it, which Myka should hope happens (should)—it’s far too big.

So: smaller. What occurs first to Myka is “where have you been”—but that would most likely seem accusatory. She needs something else. Something something something...

In the aftermath of the Warehouse not being destroyed, she’d felt herself full of hard-earned wisdom and bravery: enough, surely, to stop hesitating. Enough, surely, to act. Or enough, at the very least, to articulate.

“Wisdom” and “bravery” now seem nothing more than labels on empty containers, and so “faintheartedness” is the fullness with which Myka here initially accuses her today self. But as Helena breathes and waits for an answer, Myka revises that, gentling it to “caution.” And she adds “care.” Because she is trying to attend to, to appreciate, that breathing. And that waiting.

These might be nothing more than self-indulgently comforting shifts in vocabulary... but then again they might be akin to the shift from “Christmas” to “end-of-year.” Gentle. Inclusionary.

The something something something that occurs to her—because in attempting to avoid her own reflection, she is confronted instead with multiple Helenas—concerns a topic she probably should censor but doesn’t: “When you were a hologram... or a projection, or whatever we should call it... did you have a reflection?” She then reflexively backtracks, “It shouldn’t matter? But I don’t know.” That last, she means both ways. She doesn’t know: whether the reflection existed, or whether it matters. But maybe it’s a sneak-up on things, because she shouldn’t ignore things, and because a seemingly inconsequential tangent might tiptoe toward importance.

“I don’t know either,” Helena says. “I suppose I would have?” Her face contracts. “Or perhaps not, as I don’t know how that holographic projection of myself was... projected. But I do intend to look into it.” She says this last as if Myka has caught her in some inattention, a recklessly uncompleted assignment.

“I never even started majoring in physics,” Myka laments, which is true but also, she hopes, reassuring in an I didn’t do the homework either sense, “so I don’t know the optics of it. Projections. Light and mirrors. “ She doesn’t mention that in the wake of Pittsburgh, she had indeed tried researching such things... she’d got as far as some advanced volumetric displays, ones using dust particles as screens onto which lasers projected light, but at a certain point, a tipping point, the idea of Helena existing as—being relegated to—nothing more than light and dust seemed to scream a surpassing insult, a degradation conjuring death, and it was more than she could bear.

For now she puts that away. She shakes her head, shakes it free, and changes tack. “Anyway, that’s probably the wrong approach. This is Warehousey, so thinking outside physics, the laws... okay, all I know about reflections, unphysically, is that vampires don’t have them. So if you didn’t have one, then maybe all holograms are vampires?” Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. She would have done better to speak of dust, that and light and despair. Going with vampires instead? Talk about vamping...

“Presumably not vice versa,” Helena observes, seemingly taking Myka’s words far too seriously. “Certainly fictionally. Also not overly flattering, in the syllogistic sense of ‘Helena was a hologram, therefore.’”

“They’re very popular though,” Myka temporizes.

“Stoker’s novel was all the rage,” Helena allows.

The chat stalls out. Interrupting itself?

Myka nevertheless feels pressure to fill the silence: it’s her fault. Will a simple truth suffice? “I didn’t expect to be spending the day before Christmas Eve with you,” she says. “Or any day with you. In Cleveland.”

A small smile from Helena marks this as a more welcome fill than a question about reflection. As do her next words: “Nor I with you. In Cleveland, or any place. Equally, I didn’t expect to be sent on a mission with you.”

“That part of it went well.” Myka gestures at her bag that contains the artifact.

“We did—and now do once again—make a good team.”

“I’m glad we got the chance to do it again. Glad, but also... relieved.”

“Relieved,” Helena echoes.

That wasn’t a question, but Myka answers anyway. “Well, obviously, first,” she says, feeling herself launching into an explanatory babble that she fears she’ll be powerless to stop, “because you didn’t have to talk anybody out of using Joshua’s trumpet, so that really makes a difference in terms of how we—”

“‘First’,” Helena quotes, interrupting (stopping), conveying her full knowledge that that too is a vamp. “And second?”

“That we still are.” This, Myka says simple and frank.

“A good team?”

That is a question. Myka knows “yes” is the only sensical answer, so she tries to say it. But the depth and weight of the ways in which she and Helena “still are” choke her: they “still are” in the basic sense of existing, which was never a certainty; and even better, higher, these hours they’ve spent together today have made clear, to Myka at least, that they “still are”... well. She’d like to finish that with something like “in love,” but instead she tries to leave it, even in her head, at “still are,” with their time-crossed, maybe-destined predicate undefined.

“A good team” should be good enough—true enough—for now.

So after a stretch of time during which Myka knows she’s been focusing her gaze far too intently on Helena, she manages that “yes.”

Helena waits to speak.... are her eyes glistening more brightly than usual, or is Myka hallucinating? “I’m relieved as well,” she says, and Myka chooses to simply delight in whatever prompted such a saturated sparkle.

It draws her closer.

She crosses the small-yet-large elevator-width that separates them. “I need to either sit down beside you or help you up,” she says. “Do you have a preference?”

“For?” Helena’s eyes continue to glow.

That shine... Myka has hopes. They may not be realized, but she has them: the product of relief, “still are,” and an unknown predicate. “Whatever’s next,” she says.

A bit of time passes, with Helena now being the one focused most intently. “I’ll stand,” is her verdict.

Myka reaches down with both—both—hands, offering, and Helena reaches up, accepting. Their fingers meet and clasp, and too cold, Myka thinks, for both of them have a chill in those extremities... but first impressions of temperature promptly fall away as the new reality of the clasp roars into precedence.

Myka has never been so certain of, so certain of and enchanted by, what must and will happen next in her life. Never in her life so certain, as the clasp tightens, as their torsos lean, as Myka’s body begins an at-last congratulation, one that will become a celebration—

A voice from somewhere overhead barks, “Everybody okay in there?”

TBC

#bering and wells #Warehouse 13 #fanfic #holiday (but not Gift Exchange)#Bonus #part 2 #you never can tell what mechanisms might be up to #sneaky ghosts in machines #(sneaky ghosts ARE machines)#anyway like I said in part 1 #I wanted to put a couple of people in a clichéd situation #and the way this part ends was probably obvious from the get-go #but really #was that space the right venue for...#anything?#Claudia's encouragement aside

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koogl001 · 2 years ago

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I have a request so......uh....here ya go *awkwardly delivers* Alastor finding out his s/o is a fallen angel. Like what if reader committed mass murder or smth up in heaven and got banished to hell???

(also if this is the second time you've seen this request I'm sorry. Tumblrs acting weird and wont tell me if my asks are going thru)

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

Freedom, that’s all you ever wanted

Freedom to think, speak and do as you please

But there was no freedom in Heaven, there was only restrictions

You always felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, with wings that could take you anywhere in the world but unable to do so because of your imprisonment

God's Ten Commandments they called it, you called it giving up your freedom in order to live a life that was written out for you

There was only one thing you could do, and that was rebellion

You didn’t mind God sending you to Hell to repent, that was after all your goal

Now you were truly free to do as you pleased, with no one telling you what was right and what was wrong

When you first heard about the Happy Hotel, you just HAD to check it out

Not because you missed what you once had, no no no

It was because the idea seemed laughable to you

You knew there was no way for a sinner to ever atone, to save themselves from this burning inferno and escape to the safe haven called Heaven

And even if there was a way, you were more than sure that those who succeeded would regret their decision soon enough

That is how you met Alastor

He was a business partner with the owner of the Happy Hotel, the princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar herself

He could tell you were different from the start, he just didn’t know how

And boy does he not like not knowing

He ordered his shadows to keep you under close surveillance, underestimating you dearly

You were a divine being and despite the fact you we no longer an inhabitant of Heaven, you still possessed your holy powers

The holy aura around you protected you burning Alastor’s shadow to a crisp in the process

You knew just what he was doing, and you weren’t gonna let him have the satisfaction of figuring you out

His frustration was just a cherry on top, making him more that perfect for you to play with

After all, you were now free to sin to your hearts content and he was your first target

But first, as a contribution to your new life and to spite the big man above, you decided to break all the Ten Commandments that tied you down and suffocated you for so long

You shall have no other God’s before me

You started building up your reputation in secret, gaining the title of the God of the Underworld for yourself

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven images

As a new God of Hell, you soon started gaining followers and as your first command for them as their new leader, you requested a statue, as big as a skyscraper of yourself which they ought to pray to in your name

Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain

As the self-proclaimed and later recognised God of the Underworld, you already had this one covered

Remember the Sabbath day and keep it Holy

It became your daily routine to go out on Saturdays and wreak as much havoc as you could, slaughtering anyone that stood in your path and leaving a blood bath behind you

Honor your father and mother

Come on, this one is too easy, no?

All you have to do is find your parents that are definitely in Hell if how they treated you was anything to go by, and just tell them to go fuck themselves right to their face

Thou shalt not kill

Say that to the little fucker that thought he could challenge you and take your tittle

Thou shalt not commit adultery

All it took was a single night getting hammered in the club, again too easy for your liking but hey, you were too petty and set in your goal so what is a girl to do

Thou shalt not steal

Making this one a challenge, instead of snatching up some clothes from a low security shop you decided to steal Alastor’s cane radio thingy, too bad it was in your possession for only a few hours before he “retrieved” it but making him mad but at the same time seeing him trying to restrict himself from killing you was entertaining enough

Thou shall not bear false witness

You should have seen Angel’s face when Vaggie charged at him

Hope it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact you might have told her he told you about fantasizing about Charlie giving him a b job

You shall not covet

Now that one was going to be a tough one

You had everything you could ask for, mainly because if you wanted something, you took it

Deep in thought about how to go about this one you didn’t realise Alastor was closely observing each of your moves

When you started with your little quest, he suspected it to be some kind of revenge for ending up in Hell but the more Commandments you broke, the more he realised this had to be personal

But how could a sinner have a personal vendetta against God?

There was only one way he figured; you weren’t a sinner at all

It would also explain why you looked more human-like, your strange powers, your aura and even why naturally you gravitated towards the hotel

Oh, how he would enjoy having the leverage over you, knowing your special little secret

You knew if word got out of you being who you really are, all of Hell would be out to get you

Don’t take me wrong, you’re more than strong but if the overlords, princes, rulers and such united, you wouldn’t stand a change

So, you had no other choice but to make a deal with the devil himself

He made you his personal maid, working you like a dog until you couldn’t even lift your hands anymore

The power he had over you was like a drug to him, and he just couldn’t get enough

But he hated how friendly and buddy-buddy the others were with you, ordering you to treat them as nothing but trash from now on and soon restricted you from even being in the same room as them

You were his and his alone, you didn’t need anyone else in your life

You were gifted a collar with Alastor’s name on it, after all who wouldn’t want to have an angel as their personal pet

How ironic, that you left heaven, finally escaping your cage with the hope freedom was what was awaiting you, only to fall into the chains of the deer demon, tying you down once again

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niuniente · 1 year ago

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I’m going to tell you a past life related little thingy because why not :3

Since I was very little, I had this obsessive thought of “What would I do if I was locked in a room with no escape, and men storm in with guns and start to shoot randomly?” (mind you this is Finland, gun laws are extremely tight and controlled, and I literally grew up in a rural forest as far away from civilization as one possibly can with a family). I always came into the same conclusion; I would throw myself on the floor and pretend I’m dead and just hope for the best.

When I was 9, we started geography studies. As teacher was showing us a map of East Asia and mentioned Laos, my mind was blown. I literally yelled during the class “Laos! Oh wow, I must go there! Look, it’s Laos!”

Even as a 9yo I understood that I knew nothing of Laos - I didn’t even know such a country existed a second ago - but I had a burning desire to go there. Like, RIGHT NOW. On this second! I found it odd myself but on the other hand, I was just really excited about this discovery of Laos.

Around my teens, I was obsessed with English military words, American military, and Vietnam war movies. I wrote down from an English-Finnish dictionary all military related words I could find - while at the same time thinking that this is absurd, I don’t know why I’m doing this but I MUST do it. I watched all Vietnam war related movies I could find. I also loved guns, I still kind of do but not as much as when I was a younger.

From my childhood to my late teens, I had a white round dot on my stomach. It always confused me because it looked exactly like the scar my father has got when he fell on a motorcycle at age 19. Mine was just smaller. I wondered where I had got it as it clearly wasn’t a birth mark and if I had hurt myself, my gossip loving mother would have told me that story billions of times.

I’ve always disliked Finnish summer, especially in the country side. There’s too much foliage for my taste. I love monoculture forests the best and places where you can see really far.

In my early twenties, when I started to get more into doing readings and meditating, I once decided to see if I could pick up any past lives for myself. What I got was that I was a man during Vietnam war and I died in 1964. That’s all. Over the many years as I mulled this and tried to remember more, I started to have a feeling that I wasn’t hiding from Americans only but from my own people, too. And that there were a group of men, like me, and we needed to hide. Anyone could kill us at any time.

In my early 30′s, I had a vivid dream. I was in a room with other people. American soldiers kicked the door in (3 men) and started to aimlessly shoot at us. I threw myself on the floor on my stomach, pretending to be dead. 3 pullets hit me. I felt them. It stung. I managed to think, horrified “Oh God, I’m hit!” and the next second I was dead. I separated from my body and started to slowly float upwards, feeling really happy, peaceful and serene. Dying was really easy and simple. The dying process - getting shot - that was scary.

I counted 1+1 and concluded that my childhood obsessions were related to this past life in the 1960′s but Laos didn’t make any sense. I knew I wasn’t in Vietnam and the Vietnam war wasn’t the exact thing but I didn’t know what else it could be - nor I bothered to find out.

Recently, I was listening to a podcast of an American man. He said “Everyone knows Vietnam war but how many of you have heard of The Secret War of CIA, which happened at the same time - except it was in Laos?”

Turns out that while Vietnam War was on, there was the Laotian Civil War in Laos! It lasted almost 20 years, from 1950′s to 1970′s - matching my death decade. Americans weren’t supposed to be there and publicly they weren’t, but in secrecy CIA and American military were involved. I didn’t know!

Suddenly, it made all sense that in the past life, I had to hide from American and my own people, and that the war wasn’t Vietnam War. It was a civil war. Why I don’t still like forests where I can’t see far as the enemy can hide anywhere in there. Sometimes I wonder if my stomach issues are due two of the bullets hitting my stomach. It’s a very common phenomena that old injuries, especially if the cause of death, carry over as health issues, scars, birthmarks etc. to next lives.

I rarely get official solid proves from past lives as majority of our lives in the past are just ordinary and common ones. Just like you and me today. So, I’m happy about this!

I don’t think I need to visit Laos. Whatever was there has been handled in that life-time. But if I get a chance to go there as “Well, why not!” then definitely well, why not!

#niu's life #spiritual #past life #past lives

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cephalofrog · 4 months ago

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so in light of that last post I guess I guess this is my interpretation of the entire elden ring timeline.

unless they decide to make an elden ring 2 we'll probably never get any actual confirmation of what happened in any places where it's unclear, so at this point it's just down to individual opinion of the best way to tie everything together.

(warning: this is long. holy shit this is long. I'm just putting this here for myself I don't expect anyone to read this)

marika is born. she could be born as a creation of the hornsent as a popular theory I've seen claims, or she could just be naturally born as a shaman empyrean? but either way, she decides to ascend to godhood. if she's the creation of the hornsent, this is as a form of revenge for the treatment of her people - if she's a shaman, this is to avoid being stuffed into a jar (I prefer this one but there are some things that go against it). but either way, she needs a god consort first.

enter radagon. he's probably no one particularly special, I have him down as like, some powerful warrior related to the fire giants who for some reason ends up in the hornsent's lands (not the lands of shadow just yet, but functionally still associated with death). he probably falls in love with marika - the specifics here can vary but I think that having him fully consent to the whole thing kinda makes marika's character not lean towards horrible irredeemable awful person for taking him as her god consort. particularly if marika wants to ascend to avoid being jarred - imagine that he falls in love with her then she tells him that the hornsent plan on chopping her up and stuffing her in a jar. like oh my god yeah okay I'll become your god consort to prevent that sounds good to me

(note: this could be taken to be "the seduction" in the DLC story trailer. I've always thought of it more as "marika seduced by power" but this does work in a more literal sense.)

so, marika ascends to godhood (the "betrayal"). radagon is her consort and, being a ritual of the hornsent, the ascension causes them to become one being, with radagon now a part of marika - still his own person but functionally entirely under her control (I don't think they literally merge here due to the "leal hound of the golden order" dialogue but judging by him leaving rennala later, I think he entirely gives up his autonomy at least). the hornsent are PISSED at this and (in the "ascension to avoid getting jarred" theory) wipe out the shamans in revenge. marika places the braid and the erdtree in the shaman village, and makes the decision here to form the golden order.

she then has a baby with radagon! (still in the hornsent's lands, I guess they reached a truce for now.) unfortunately, the baby is a snake. my own interpretation of messmer's curse is that he's simply born as a being opposed to the golden order - he isn't linked with any specific outer god, instead his powers just manifest as whatever is opposed to the grace of gold. immediately after marika decides to create the golden order, she bears a child who's existence serves as a warning, a threat, to it. this is probably really discouraging but it's fine, she carries on anyway and soon leaves the hornsent's lands to establish her golden order, coming up with the seal of gold and potion thingies to keep messmer's snake-ness at bay and giving him self-worth issues forever.

(messmer could have also been born after she left, but I don't know what else the bonny village snakeskin could be meant to imply...)

first step to establishing a new order is probably claiming the elden ring, and second step is using your god powers to turn the great tree containing the crucible into the erdtree, a symbol of how you are now the one in charge (possibly creating the scadutree in the process? idk man). she has melina, probably a product of the erdtree somehow (judging by her saying that she was not born of a mother), maybe meant to be some kind of blessed being borne of it? but who is also destined to one day burn it. oh also she is cursed to have destined death inside her in some way. that's not good.

melina and messmer grow up, with melina and marika being very close (marika teaches melina and no one else the minor erdtree incantation), but melina ends up becoming the gloam-eyed queen (I'd guess it's a similar deal to melania's curse to become the rot goddess?) and marika needs the rune of destined death gone so that she can do the whole golden order thing properly (people keep on destined death dying I guess and that's not acceptable). so melina gets disowned and also gets her ass kicked by maliketh and the rune of death is taken and contained. melina doesn't die (yet) but she is basically erased from the history of the golden order and left with very little power overall. sucks to be her.

now that the rune of death is dealt with, it's time to start the golden order properly! marika needs a lord, and hoarah loux is a popular warlord or whatever, so he becomes her consort (she promises he'll be allowed to commit colonial violence to get him to agree) and the golden order is officially established, with hoarah loux, now named godfrey, as elden lord. this is probably whenabouts leyndell is properly built and the whole system of governance put into place. the aforementioned colonial violence soon commences against the fire giants, with radagon also getting involved (and possibly messmer though he doesn't seem to have that big of a part in it, it just makes sense for him to be there). the war against the fire giants is a success and marika forces the final one to act as a guardian to the flames of their forge.

marika also starts to have some more kids with godfrey to attempt to bring more legitimacy to her whole royal family since currently the only demigod is a weird blasphemous emo guy who nobody likes. the first attempt goes badly and mohg and morgott are quickly thrown into the sewers, but the attempt after that bears Certified Golden Boy godwyn who everyone loves. he grows up and the war against the dragons starts, which ends up resolved in a truce, with fortissax politically marrying godwyn and a dragon cult established. godwyn also probably has godrick at some point? or has someone who has godrick? idk. godrick comes into existence somehow, at some point.

time for some more colonial violence, this time against the carian order in liurnia of the lakes, who are lead by rennala. radagon leads the golden order in this one but nothing comes of it until he has a change of heart and offers to marry rennala instead, which she accepts, and peace is achieved (a longer-lasting one this time). ranni, then (I'd guess) rykard, then radahn are born as a result of this union, and the peace here probably lasts for a good while - long enough for radahn to grow up regarding messmer as his older brother.

everyone is happy! but godfrey is sad cause he doesn't get to commit colonial violence anymore, so marika banishes him and his squad from the lands between, starting the long march of the tarnished and promising them that she'll call them to return when she needs a new elden lord. (this might happen prior to the fight against the carians as godfrey isn't mentioned as being a part of that at all but that would leave marika single for ages. idk maybe she's finding herself? at the very least she is finding that she doesn't really trust the greater will at this point.)

following this, marika finally grows bored of her stinky blasphemous emo son and also decides it's a good time for some real revenge against the hornsent, so messmer's crusade against the hornsent commences. I subscribe to the theory that the land of shadow was once a part of the lands between, so first the entire crusade force (including rellana, who is sure nothing bad will happen to rennala after she leaves) heads into the hornsent lands, then marika casts a veil over the lands, hiding them from the rest of the lands between and turning them into the realm of shadow, therefore preventing the return of anyone who went on the crusade.

(this was most likely agreed upon beforehand but I think there was an impression that it would be undone at some point or something.)

marika wants a new elden lord - maybe to gain back some favour with the people since I agree with the interpretation that the crusade, while it was placed primarily on messmer's shoulders, was very unpopular with the populace - and radagon isn't doing anything important these days, he's just living a happy married life with his beloved wife, so he gets called back to leyndell to become elden lord. he gifts rennala an Egg to remember him by but this doesn't help much. marika and radagon officially marry, making ranni, rykard and radahn legal demigods, and have miquella and malenia, who get the chance to grow up (at least, malenia does) and probably create the haligtree. bad timing though because everything is about to go to shit.

I'd imagine this line of dialogue happens here:

"Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. Be it a God. But should ye fail to become aught at all, ye will be forsaken. Amounting only to sacrifices..."

ranni follows this guidance. the night of the black knives happens. golden boy godwyn is (mostly) dead.

I think marika reads the writing on the wall here, in a way. her reign is falling apart, and she wants something new after. idk, maybe she grew sick of the greater will and its machinations, maybe it's that annoying theory that she went crazy with grief, maybe she was simply feeling a bit silly.

but first, she calls melina back, and tells her that she needs to make those visions come true - she needs to burn the erdtree and bring forth a new age, planning on calling back the tarnished to bring this about. (melina seems down with this and it's pretty unclear why. idk maybe she thinks it's worth it to bring destined death back? or maybe she just really agrees with marika?) melina's body is burned here and she's reduced to only a spirit, and she also forgets what marika told her to do. whoops. it's fine, she'll remember later.

marika shatters the elden ring. radagon (who probably disapproved of this plan from the start) attempts to fix it, but fails, and marika (along with radagon) is imprisoned in the erdtree by the greater will/elden beast. the shattering functions as a call for the tarnished, but war breaks out between the demigods as they claim shards and scramble for power.

they turn on each other fast, but considering that marika basically jammed becoming a lord or god into them, could you really expect anything else? I don't think marika told them that as part of any big plan - I think it's what she believed. in her life, power was the only thing that allowed her to live freely. caring for her children meant telling them to claim that power by any means necessary.

rykard starts doing blasphemy around this point I think? I don't see how he'd claim a shard of the elden ring if he was already an enemy of the state by that point. morgott presumably takes control of the golden order for the assault on volcano manor, but is prevented from entering the erdtree and becoming a god/lord by the thorns blocking the entrance. miquella drops the whole haligtree thing and tells malenia to go kill big bro radahn instead so that he can use him as a consort to ascend to godhood and make everyone love him create a world of peace and equality. this doesn't work, and malenia ends up blossoming as the rot goddess then retreating to the haligtree, hoping that radahn will eventually die some other way. in the meantime, mohg is mindcontrolled by miquella into "kidnapping" him and "attempting to create a dynasty" so that miquella can enter the land of shadow (and use his corpse to revive radahn when someone inevitably comes to stop mohg). godrick tries and fails to fight anyone and gets banished to living in stormveil castle for being a dumbass. and ranni, having the highest int score, doesn't try to fight anyone, and instead remains, waiting for the tarnished to return.

(ranni's plan doesn't rely on the tarnished being there, she's trying to have blaidd, iji and seluvis do all the important parts, but it does only succeed because of you.)

and then you, the player, show up! you're a descendant/friend/related in some way to godfrey, returned to become elden lord, later than everyone else but blessed with being the main character, ready to break the stalemate and carry out whatever age you want to see (assuming you don't want to side with rykard, mohg's age of blood, miquella, or anything else I forgot). maybe you carry out ranni's plan, starting a new age that seems to be free from the influence of outer gods. maybe you fix the elden ring (possibly with one of several mending runes) presumably becoming marika's new consort and starting a new age with whatever rules you want to put in place. or maybe you take a look at all of this lore and decide, probably quite rationally, that the best plan is to just burn it all back to nothing.

so yeah it's pretty simple overall, I'd say?

I feel at peace now that I have a full interpretation of the timeline in place. my hyperfixation has been fed. will I calm down now? we'll see.

#elden ring #there's definitely a ton of stuff that's contradicted by canon in here #but whatever. maybe I'll edit if my view of stuff changes

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 2 years ago

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CAP! CAP MY MAIN MAN LITERALLY SCREAMING YOU SURE DO FUCKING LOVE CLIFF HANGERS DON'T YOU? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

right. right. ok i'll have you know i made fucking notes as i read because i didn't want to miss out on things to scream about

first of all: writing style? yes it is a bit different (and you seem set on making metaphors about boats, i wonder why... has a certain cephalopod game influenced you?? honestly i loved them and it fits nicely because house boat) but i really liked it, dialogue flowed more naturally (not that it was bad in the slightest at all!) so it was interesting to read :))

NOW ONTO MY FUCKING NOTES!

(there is a fucking lot of text after this so be prepared, the "keep reading" thingy doesn't work in asks i checked)

(as a note, whenever i ask very direct questions i am not expecting too many (or any in some cases) answers cause yknow spoilers, i am just very enthusiastically showing all my thought processes because its fun)

"she could feel her powers growing ever day..." ?!?!??! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?? is there more side affects to the miraculous? is the fact that she literally has the god of destruction constantly near her constantly and uses his powers nearly every day changing how she views things? is she literally growing more powerful in terms strength? multiple powers eg another thing like cataclysm? there are so many things it could mean-

Juleka was legit so fucking sad? the entire time? she is so overwhelmed :( literally talk to someone about it- please- your entire family knows! aaa :(

"so much more than red glitter and black leather" is... is ladybug glittery? does she sparkle? this doesn't matter but i keep imagining her like bedazzled in rhinestones or something else and losing it a little

aww Alix taught small children how to skate! it was in this chapter! also: she swore in a presentation?? i literally cannot swear in front of a teacher, one time i did by accident in a hallway and she legit ran at me

loved Chloes little moment "Wait- was that mean? It was? Oh. I guess I’m- sorry" that was very cute

ah. to quote directly from my notes: "Gabriel used to be Nathalies "best friend" and Emily was her "dearest companion"? Yeah ok that's pretty gay buckaroo, polyamorous relationship, Nathalie and Gabriel are queer platonic, 200k prequel, angst, unhappy ending, major character death" so that amused me greatly

Crows keep showing up... and for a second i wondered if it was related to Rose and was a reference to OM since yknow rose is a grim and crows are also signs of death, but then they popped up again and i'm now suspicious, either i am reading too far into this or they could mean a few things: first thought was they could be related to Juleka and her powers, similar to how cats are attracted to her? or a few other things but i shall keep those theories to myself (see how you like not knowing cap /j) and wait and see for more

"apparently some floats were gonna appear of Paris's heroes. Ladybug, Rena, Queen Bee, Carapace, the lot" i am choosing to believe this is juleka being an unreliable narrator and not that they (the city) forgot about. because that makes me sad.

i also said: "i've decided alyas blog is on tumblr" and something about how that implies the majority of Paris has a tumblr makes me laugh so much

ha, Alix's "SCATTER!" was hilarious, she would do that at the first opportunity, i too would do so at the first opportunity presented

Juleka kicked Horrificators ass?? as Juleka did this with a guitar case?? ain't that thing supposed to be a massive fucker?? either this is just another case of juleka being stronger than she seems to be or this is related to her ominously put growing powers, its always interesting to see how she deals with fights when she isn't in costume, one of the reasons why the drama club chapters were so interesting because Juleka was fighting (maybe not physically all the time but she was fighting) Adam as herself the entire time

"something about it felt different now..." WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HOW DOES THE TRANSFORMATION NORMALLY FEEL VS NOW GIVE ME MORE the real question is it related to "growing powers" (i keep referencing it because it could mean literally so much or nothing) or her attitude, i don't have a direct quote but this isn't my english exam so its fine, it was implied that Juleka is slightly more accepting about the fact that she literally is Panthera (i mean she also said Panthera isn't a real person but like i digress) so maybe thats why it felt different to transform?

panthera just stealing Reversers transport is so fucking funny, all i could think of was the entire hero gang stealing something like idk RogerCops car and just going off in it

that was my last note because i was too invested in seeing what would happen to write thoughts at the same time

agh literally so hype to see what happens next, this chapter was already very action based and very very good :))

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED!!! THESE NOTES BRING ME SO MUCH JOY!!!!

I love hearing your guys's thoughts, observations, and theories, it brings so much drive and inspiration in my heart. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

#panthera noire au #sneak a cat

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kanos-blorbos-archive · 10 months ago

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Hi hi hi hi hi I NEED NEED to tell you something that came out of a conversation with my dear worldbuilder friend omg omg so it's about Exp in the reincarnation AU ok ok

As a prologue I need to tell y'all a few things because I haven't drawn in a while the older Exp but basically in a design I made a good while ago (mid/end 2020) Exp in his older age lacks both legs, plus a whole hand (promptly substituted with a fine prostethic) and three fingers on the other hand (those too promptly substituted with a fine prostethic) but the point now is that he lost the other leg and we specifically talked about how!!

So so basically in that AU Exp is back from a planet full of dragons and both directly and stringing from his son's DNA he got a few samples of dragon genes that he wanted to put to the use to create a whole dragon, WELL, he did create something akin to a dragon, a 4 meters tall winged reptiloid, and well hm, Exp has an habit, especially with newer creatures, to directly go into their enclosures to feed them, confident in his fake immortality and electric stick (think of like a really long taser thingy I'll give details on another post ig)

ALRIGHT SO his own confidence wasn't enough to save him this time because once DG9 inevitably bit him, it didn't just bite rip and run, which would have gotten exp a time window to crawl out of the enclosure, it bit and held there, trying to figure out basically how to eat the man whole, and the second that he was on the ground and couldn't get away Exp, for the very first time in 60 years, felt a gut wrenching, nerve-wracking fear and instinctively just screamed for help

Fortunately for him (but not humanity) as soon as Jacob Jr heard (very soon btw the boy has some veery good reflexes) he came to the rescue, and that was the first and probably only time that Jacob Jr willing hurt an animal or animal-like thing and especially the only time Jacob Jr somewhat struggled in a strength feat, because even though his species is designed to be dragon killers first of all, though she comes close, not even the prime example of hybrid can take down an entire dragon by herself, secondly, he had to use only one hand to keep DG9 down, even though it isn't quite a dragon, he was pulling Exp's leg away with one hand and pushing the mutant away with the other, which eventually worked because he managed to just rip his father off, ripping the entire leg off in the process, all before he lost too much blood as well

Thing is that Exp found himself for the first time being completely and utterly scared, terrified even, and neither William or Jacob have ever heard him scream in absolute fear, and especially Exp never ever did question his own mortality like in this moment, he came back to his own normal little later while they were closing up his leg and making sure he wouldn't die of bloodloss, but for sure Mr Jacob im-basically-a-god Lawson got a taste of mortality and he for sure isn't going to forget about it, and of course brag about it for showing off his creation

Oh btw in the Lawson household opinions on whether Jacob Jr should have let DG9 eat Exp, Jacob Jr of course thinks he did the right thing because it's ofc his dad and even though he knows he's a war criminal, he's also a pretty darn good dad, William has very mixed opinions on the fact, because he knows for a certain humanity could use one Dr Exp less but also he would've kinda felt bad, 11D straight up told Jacob Jr he should've let DG9 eat Exp because the world doesn't really need him

Aaaand that's it folks! I thought it was pretty good to show this to y'all because I love it, BYEEEE

#exp #jacob jr #reincarnation au #kano does art

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jeweledstone · 1 year ago

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Dream I had last night involving G-E Spamton

(spoiler alert, he’s not a “bad guy” anymore)

Oh boy, here I go dream lore posting again

This dream actually takes place over two separate dreams that had me waking up in between them. The first dream was fairly average, taking place in a universe known as “Prime”, which was apparently smack dab in the middle of Spamton’s empire and considered the “capital” so to speak. Through some strange coincidence, G-E just so happened to be in the same area I was alongside some other higher ups of the multiverse. (I’ve come to call them The Multiversal Council, but idk if that’s their official name or not) I remember he was wearing this red suit similar to what he wore in his Big Shot Era.

Now some of you may be wondering why tf a person so openly megalomaniacal and perhaps even “evil” would be let into The Council. Basically, Spam has been slowly going through a bit of a redemption arc ever since The Web was first created. While he still has control over a large portion of the multiverse, he has stopped trying to expand his territory and instead is focusing more on the needs and welfare of the people he already has power over. Not to mention the whole keeping me safe and (mostly) outta trouble thing he’s been doing since day 1.

The actual action of the dream starts when I have yet another intrusive thought about the universe I’m in being destroyed, which begins manifesting itself due to my reality warping powers. In the past few dreams I’ve had, I was able to successfully stop these kinds of thoughts from becoming real pretty easily, but for some reason it wasn’t working this time, which only made me more distressed. The terror and eventual destruction was luckily stopped by Spam using his own powers (which at this point have become far stronger than mine) to sorta restabilize the universe thus preventing its destruction. I remember waking up worried that he would be mad at me, only for the hypnagogic hallucination I usually have after a dream to be him basically telling me he’s not and that what happened wasn’t my fault. (Thank god lol)

After I fell asleep again was when the second dream happened. In it, I met what I can only describe as a demonic version of Benry from HLVRAI. Basically what his deal was was that he’d give people chances to change or remove something from their life in exchange for their souls. He didn’t tell me about the soul part though until after I asked him to give me a copy of one of my favorite childhood games, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky, that had Chapter 6 of it removed (said chapter was and still is my least favorite part of the game cause of how mean-spirited it was towards the player and their partner). When he asked for me to give up my soul for the modified game I ended up admitting to him that I don’t actually have one.

Now, I don’t know if this was out of pity or because he knew what would happen if he did it, but he ended up giving me the game for free along with giving me half of his own soul (a process that was very painful for both of us (The soul thingy not the game)). Turns out, by now owning Benry’s soul, I had also unwillingly taken on his role of making these deals and stealing souls from other people. Which was an absolutely horrid job btw.

I remember the thing that finally broke me was when this woman forced her daughter to give me her soul so she would pass some important exam she had to take or something. It was then I found Benry again and gave him back his soul-half along with the souls I was given by the people I made deals with, stating it wasn’t worth having if it meant I had to cause other people so much agony.

This is when the “climax” of sorts took place. Turns out, Spamton had been watching this whole incident and basically revealed to me that part of his own power was gained from forcefully taking the souls of the people in the universes he previously conquered pre-redemption and that he now felt extremely guilty for it. The dream ended with him giving up all those souls and sending them back to their rightful owners in a final step torwards full redemption, a process he insisted I didn’t watch since he knew how much it’d hurt me to see him in so much pain. (To have a soul removed from your body feels like getting your heart ripped out of your chest, imagine that times billions, maybe even trillions).

I remember waking up from this dream so stressed out that I was seeing stars in my vision and near the point of a panic attack. When I tried to go back to sleep after calming myself down, I wasn’t able to dream again and just laid in my bed until morning,

Luckily, he was able to survive this event, albeit severely injured and less powerful than he previously was. If I remember correctly he’s recovering right now at a hospital in Prime and should still have enough power to control his empire and The Web once he’s better again.

So yeah, that’s what happened last night. Tbh writing all this down made me realize how much dream related lore I haven’t told y’all yet (a lot of which will be really important for the stories of some other dreams I’ve been meaning to post on here) so I guess I’ll have to do that either later today or tomorrow. Probably tomorrow cause it’s already 7:30 pm where I’m at. But anyway, that’s all I gotta say for now, bye I guess :)

#jewel's dream journal #neo shut the fuck up #unreality #this posts reeks of mental illness omg

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brytnoter · 1 year ago

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0 6 9 15 16 19 for the ask thingy :D

For a second I was confused 'cause I forgot there was actually a #0 in this

0: Height

ummmmm 5'6 or 169cm or something like that

6: Age you get mistaken for

…..yeah apparently I look way younger than I actually am , and not even in the fakey "pretend they look younger to be nice" way, but like "what do you mean you're 5-8 years older than i thought?!??!" So it might be 25 or 23 now that I'm 31??? Dunno, I haven't asked anyone for a while. Sure, I have a young looking face I guess, but it really doesn't help with my voice being soft and cute and me prancing around like a happy fairy.

9: Got any piercings?

used to have ears pierced at like 11 but I let them jut sort of fade away/close up

15: favourite movie

oh god ummmmmmm maybe arrival? (2016) or anihilation (2018). i like my sci fi tee heee

16: I'll love you if:

Drawings of my characters I guess? Or not even drawings, but like ….. knowing who they are and doing fan theories and asking me questions about them. (looking at you, #1 Toliki fan) Or anyone who does creative stuff 'cause I love to see different styles and how other people do the creative process, or like "this reminds me of you" tags, or bring me snacks, or hell even just praise me. (pls. some1. i am starved for praise)

19: a fact about your personality

An undisputable fact is ..…….. Everyone loves me? By which I mean there must be something about me that's blorbo-like that everyone adores, but to be honest if I'm with strangers then i'm suppressing most of it so they don't even know how awesome I am Also I'm funny as hell. >:¬)

I don't even know if that answered the question but who carez

#madangel #ask game

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 2 years ago

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An Unwelcomed Gift

Here’s the other one that spawned from that god murdering their followers one. Once more a thank you to the peeps that encouraged/instigated me actually writing on the idea I had!

Content warnings (My mind is clouded. Blood sugar is low while I’m working on this): body horror sort of, violence, gods/religion, blood, does biting count as well?, gore (sort of)

Also clarification. The god (they/them). The god’s spouse (she/they). They are both gods.

The god grimaced at the fools within the "church". Pleaing and crying in mass to leaders in sashes. No different from an overgrown boy scout.

The members are branded in self chosen locations. The more shameful the location the more valued in the cult. Many idiots scattered throughout with mutilated genitals, scarred tongues, markings right over an eye. Marked with a choice of one their gods' symbols.

The god crossed their legs and gripped the arms of the chair. It has strewn away from their instruction for far too long.

They took a deep breath in contemplation, tilting their head to the side. Allowing it to idly dangle as they remained watching. The joints which their neck was attached, strained, and popped.

"It's time to start the cult anew." An exhausted voice behind the god muttered, their fingers crawling up the unsupported neck.

"My darling." The god chirped, once more overcome with displeasure at the cult that defied them.

Two bare feet, belonging to the beloved voice of the god's spouse, padded over. Standing in front of the troubled god before they fell softly to their knees.

"Honey. Do not fret. We can easily fix this."

"Nothing should have to be fixed! This was meant to be an honor for you." The god looked to their eternal partner, slowly rolling their neck upright once more.

"If it concerns you so. We may always try again."

"We will fix this together? Are you sure you want to meddle further with the stubborn mortals?"

The god's spouse looked down upon the defiant mortals, laughing. She reached their hands up to the god's head that had slowly began sliding off of the headrest. Softly grasping the side of the god's head, unbothered by the wet curls that grazed their bandaged fingers. They carefully pushed their spouse's head back to an upright position.

"At least this time they do not fear us."

The god looked down at their spouse, mouth agape, "We never gave reason for the prior group of mortal idiots to fear us."

She placed a small kiss on their inner thigh, right before the knee. Lips touching right where the edge of the silk rested.

The god laughed and lifted their partner's head. They reached to their own, cracking their neck until their neck popped back into place. Ignoring the wet sound, they leaned down placing cold, busted lips upon their spouse's temples.

"Do not bow before me." They kissed their partner's neck, "It is time to make them bow before us."

"No more will they stress my favorite god." The spouse said on the edge of an overjoyed hum.

Both gods snapped their fingers and stretched as they stood upon a makeshift platform the cult leaders stood upon. The platform that was strictly for the gods and the ones the gods deemed esteemed enough.

Both stood fully naked breathing in the foul aura of the room. A form they had always taken when not in their homeland.

"We are your gods! We demand you act like it!" The god demanded, locking their index finger together with their spouse.

The cult leaders stood shocked, backing away from the gods who had manifested out of nowhere. When the initial shock had been overcome one of the leaders crossed their arms.

"You want us to believe you're our gods? You look no better than the junkies on the street." The emboldened leader gestured towards the god, "You. Don't let me get started with you."

The god's throat bulged, the muscles constricting painfully as they popped their head off. It was becoming far too agitating to hold up themself. The skin stretched and dangling as they handed it to their infuriated spouse to hold, knowing she wouldn't damage it.

More disgust and confusion twisted people's faces watching the gods.

"Say what you think mortal. You think I look ghastly? Like a corpse someone dug up?"

Another leader took a large step forward, sash of leadership stained. They exhaled nasally, throwing a hand up to catch the attention of everyone in the room.

The god's spouse tucked their partner's head in the crook of their elbow. Holding it firmly to their side as they watched the illegitimate leaders move in closer. As soon as the man with the stained sash parted their lips to speak rehearsed lies with the same theatrics, tainted further by their foul breath, she reached out a hand.

She hummed beneath her breath, displeased. Slowly closing her outstretched hand into a fist.

A single sound fell from the leader with bad breath's mouth, before their veins expanded rapidly. Their breaths growing panicked as she grinned, exposing the gap in her teeth.

"Speak your mind. Follower of Damascus cult." The god's spouse stated, steempting to ignore the sparkle in the eyes of her partner's head still in her hold.

"Guys they're the real deal! They're the real deal! Hide the revised texts!" The same leader quickly tucked away their composed facade.

The fellow leaders looked on in disbelief.

“These atrocities can't be gods.” Everyone looking upon them thought.

"That's cap!" The original emboldened leader yelled out.

The god's spouse snickered, "So you edited the texts?" She threw her fist up multiple of the leader's veins bursting within them.

The foul breathed leader trembled and screamed out. Silenced shortly after by a final destructive move of the god's spouse, no longer wanting to hear them.

"You're having far too much fun without me darling." The god spoke crossing their arms over their chest.

She playfully rolled her eyes and placed the god's head back atop the body to which it belonged.

"Get to work then my dearest."

The god watched the surviving cult members run for it and nodded. They pushed down on top of their head, ignoring the wet squishing of their flesh being forced to re-fuse together. They grabbed their partner by the shoulder and pulled her close.

Their lips melded to one another's joyfully. The god tilting their head as they took a firm grasp of exposed asscheeks. The god's spouse breathed shakily into the kiss, parting their lips. Their hands softly pulling at the god's wet curls, flopping lazily into their eyes. Their tongues met one another's, teeth plummeting down on each of their tongues.

They both hissed in pain pulling away from one another as blood slowly began to fill their mouths.

The remaining leaders unfortunately drifted away from the members to take care of business. The gods not to far behind them.

"Quick! We have to get rid of the books so we don't get arrested for this shit!"

"Don't yell at me! I should've never listened to you wack jobs about this damn thing." They hunted through the room frantically for all the written evidence against them, "'Fuck college. We could start our own cult and get bitches.'" They mocked in a horrid attempt at a deep voice.

"Can you idiots stop yelling? They'll hear us." Someone further back whisper yelled.

"No worries, my selfish followers. These cops will never know any of this ever happened." The god spoke after they spat the blood in their mouth on the floor.

"Oh shit!" One of the leaders screamed, tears blurring their vision as they tried to sprint out of the room.

Some of their companions wept, while others armed themselves with books or keys. A couple of gags at the blood and saliva on the floor. All accepting the violence to come from the god in front of them.

The god rolled their eyes and stuck a foot out in the runner's path. Sending them sprawling to the floor. They crouched down and effortlessly began scrawling scripture and runes with their finger into the blood.

"Make sure you kiss ass to whoever you'll be seeing in the afterlife." The god muttered as the building caught aflame.

The god and their spouse sat in the hallway watching the mortals attempt to run away from their fate.

"You still want to try again?" The god asked grin overtaking their face, that began to creep to the side as they struggled to hold their head up.

"Of course. We'll get it right eventually." The god's partner stepped in front of them lifting them happily.

"Kiss for morale?" She questioned as the wails and screams gradually faded out.

"Why even ask?" The god rested their forehead against hers, their eyes sparkling.

Their lips pressed together gently, enjoying each others presence as one final scream echoed through the collapsing building. The god holding their somewhat blodied spouse's hand.

They had plenty of time to get it right. Right now they made sure they’re mistakes became ash.

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