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slasherlaurie · 1 year ago

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PLS GIVE ME ARTIST X SURVIVOR!FEM!READER THAT BEFRIENDS HER CROWS ON ACCIDENT BY SAVING ONE AFTER ANOTHER SURVIVOR HURTS IT

The reader beats tf out of the other survivor because she's VERY much against animal abuse, so after she patches the crow up and gently plops it in the nest with a little forehead kiss. Then she hunts that other survivor down for sport. But around the artist, she's all shy and sweet (aka bi panic)

Essentially they meet/get close bc of this

I love this woman. I don't know how to function around her. I have also always loved birds and befriended the crows in my neighbourhood, so when she was added to the game I short-circuited.

Thank you.

HIII yes absolutely queen 🫡🫡 i made this so the reader is a newish survivor if thats ok? i just felt it fit a lil bit more for the story but lmk if not and i’ll fix it!

warnings: minor violence, almost implied nsfw but its more just specifying the reader is female, yun-jin kicks a crow, vv long read, my shitty ass english 😭

NOT PROOFREAD/BETA READ

Carmina Mora/The Artist x Crow saviour!Reader

the trial had been going as most do, repair the generators, unhook and heal teammates, try not to be hooked yourself. you were waiting to go unhook Adam, hiding in a particular corner in the realm with the stacked cars (autohaven? you hadn’t been in the entity’s world long enough to remember), when Yun-Jin Lee came sneaking over to you. just as you had decided to sprint over and heal Adam together to get it done faster, a crow appeared seemingly out of nowhere, the small mass of black feathers cawing loudly and alerting the killer of your location. you heard Yun-Jin curse softly in Korean under her breath and then ready herself to sprint away and grab Adam, but not before giving the crow a hard kick to the side.

you were never a violent person, but in this moment you saw red. had it not been for the pained caws of the poor bird, you would’ve immediately taken chase after Yun-Jin to get the crow’s payback with murderous intent. fortunately for the poor thing, you stuck around to help, not even caring if the killer does come to attack you.

you began your approach to the creature slowly, softly trying to communicate you’re not a threat. before you were taken by the entity you had befriended and helped many crows in your neighbourhood, so this shouldn’t be hard.

“hey-shhhh its ok, im here to help you”, you whispered as you took off your jacket to wrap the poor thing in. from the looks of it, the sweet creature wasnt hurt too bad yet rage still flooded your being. its not like it has a choice after all, it just had a job to do. deciding then and there you were going to get revenge for this, you hid for the rest of the trial, making sure that your new friend was safe and comfortable with you all the way back to the campfire.

due to the strange abundance of medkits back at the survivor camp, it was easy for you to get your little pal all fixed up. it was clearly scared at first, but it quickly relaxed, forming a connection with you and feeling you were someone to trust. after a good bit of throat-tearing yelling at Yun-Jin, you took some time to think about where to bring the bird. leading to where you are now.

the eyrie of crows was not a realm you had found yourself dropped into a trial in, yet you had heard the other survivors speak of a monstrous bird woman, turned and twisted by the entity until it was hard to tell where human stopped and ink began. you’re scared, but curious too. you know your friends often exaggerate the horror of the newest arrivals in the fog, so you wonder if The Artist (as she had been assigned by the ones who had faced her most so far) is really as terrifying as you expect.

turns out, you wont have to wait long to find out.

as you finish making your way to what seems to be the main building of the sandy realm, you take a moment to stare in awe at the magnitude of the tower before checking your feathered companion is still ok. climbing over a window to get inside, you find yourself in awe once again, but for a completely different reason.

from the paintings scattered around the bottom floor, to the large messy bookshelves, it is made clear that this place does not belong in the fog. its far too cozy, too welcoming. infact, so welcoming that you dont even notice the tall, nimble figure sneaking up on you.

the only warning you receive of the killer is an angry caw before inky hands wrap around your neck and slam you into the nearest wall. as you wince in pain and surprise, The Artist turns you around to face her.

this… this cannot be the same killer that your fellow survivors had talked about. she’s so gorgeous. too pretty. as her warm, angry breath fans across your face, you feel butterflies rise in your stomach. she almost seems to be carved out of marble, perfect cheekbones and jawline complementing her sharp eyebrows and sharper gaze. as she caws again, as if to ask what you’re doing in her home (or as close as someone can get to a home in the fog), you cant help but notice how soft her lips look too, a sudden desire growing for her to paint your lips black with the ink dripping from hers. her grip tightens, and you remember why youre here.

“i h-have a crow. was injured,” you barely manage to wince out against her tight grip, while softly taking your small buddy from your makeshift carrying sling, “h-here.”

you seem to have made the right decision bringing your companion here, as The Artist’s eyes immediately soften upon reaching your hands. letting go of your neck, she trails her hands down to yours in a way that immediately brings back those pesky butterflies, but you focus on your feathered friend.

cawing affectionately, The Artist softly takes the bird from your hands into hers, making her way upstairs. she doesn’t get too far though, because when your buddy realizes you aren’t following, it immediately starts cawing and flapping its wings in your direction in a panic. confused, The Artist pauses, holding the bird up the stairs and then back down towards you, then repeating as if confused. she coos to the bird quietly and it responds like they’re whispering to each other, and after a bit of back and forth, The Artist turns and gestures for you to follow her up the stairs. you walk behind her slightly, not completely able to keep up with her long, pale legs covered by her swaying dress and- “no. not the time,” you think to yourself, face reddening.

so enamoured and distracted by the presence of The Artist, you hardly notice the large crow’s nest in front of you. however, a sudden inky hand to your torso prevents you from colliding with it, almost making you jump in the best way with how dangerously close her fingertips are to your breasts. removing her hand much too quickly, The Artist beckons another crow over, as if telling it to take care of the new addition to the group. you pat your friend on the head on more time, wishing it luck and promising to see it again, and then its off with the others.

already missing your feathered buddy, you turn to find The Artist staring at you, reading you. her beautiful black eyes are so sharp, yet the anger from just before has faded, replaced with something softer. cawing once, she takes your hand in hers and leads you to the balcony on the same floor. amidst becoming a mess over the feel of her hand wrapping yours so perfectly, so fittingly, you worry for a moment that she’s taking you out here to push you over the edge (though she doesnt seem like she’d do that from what you’ve learned so far). yet, you are soon proven wrong as you round a corner and are met with a painting clearly belonging to the woman who had done all the ones downstairs, the same woman who is now weaving her ink fingers between yours and reaching for the bottom of the canvas with her other hand. she wants your opinion?

“its lovely! youre very skil-“

you’re cut off by a hard shake of her head. The Artist is pointing at something more clearly now: small letters at the bottom left of the canvas, hardly even noticeable if not pointed out. leaning in to read properly, you softly gasp when you realize. its a name. no, its her name. The Artist’s.

Carmina Mora.

“Carmina… that’s so-“ you have so many words to describe, all positive, yet you settle on “-gorgeous.”

turning away so she doesnt see the growing blush on your face (and luckily for Carmina, so you miss her red tinged cheeks at your compliment), you introduce yourself in return and offer your hand out to shake. only for Carmina to take it with both of hers, and hold it to the middle of her chest while nodding her head. a thank you.

“god,” you think to yourself, “im so gay”

the two of you then spend the next few hours or so together, getting to know each other. you get along so well, so naturally, that you wonder to yourself if you were destined to meet outside the fog as well, if you had not been taken. Carmina is so drawn to you, unexpectedly comfortable around you in a way she’s never been with anyone she’s known. you both soak up each other’s presence so much you hardly even notice the sun beginning to set.

you dont want to leave, yet you know the other survivors would endanger themselves and go looking for you if you dont get back before nighttime, and you cant risk that (though you wouldnt mind if Yun-Jin went missing). wishing Carmina goodbye, you begin to walk away slowly, needing to spend as much time with her as possible. however, you dont get very far before pale ink arms are wrapping around your waist and a warm chest is pressing into your back. Carmina coos into your ear, as if asking you to come back soon, and of course, you will. you promise.

relieved to know she’ll see you again, Carmina lets you go and watches you until the fog consumes your figure. you’re a welcome surprise to her, she had never expected to meet someone in her new home that she’d tolerate, let alone enjoy the company of. the other killers were loud and cruel, and the survivors were awful and often obnoxious. except you. you’re different, you understand.

making up her mind, Carmina decides she will send crows for you soon, make sure you visit quickly. you’ve caught her attention, and she has a strange feeling like this was meant to be 🖤

#dbd x reader #carmina mora x reader #the artist x reader #dbd imagines #dbd x you #dbd killers x reader #dead by daylight x reader #to clarify i LOVE yun-jin i just could not imagine any other survivor kicking or harming a crow 😭#laurie answers

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ideas-scattered-dreams · 2 years ago

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/ / Obsession

Fandom: Genshin impact AU: loyal obsessed reader + imposter au + reverse character creator au + yandere creator/character characters: Any

🌙━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━⭐ Devourer: i cannot pick any character, so u can imagine whoever this is.. i am not good in doing headcannons and imagines with each character, but im learning about their personalities and ambitions and i am trying to learn from amazing writers and i hope u all forgive me.

imagine that... You were obsessed with the overseer, you worshipped them more than those archons (if its one of them is the archons then imagine they got replaced), you were the creators first character that came home, as well became the one that the creator mains. Your creator gave u all that one could even hoped for, so how dare u not worship them? and its even better that you were their favorite! Ever since you became self aware about the overseer you were scared at first. what will they do to you? what will they do to the ones you care for you? u were afraid from the hundred of possibilities that this... God can do. but once you were basked in their presence of the overseer you felt.. relieved, so warm and so... dangerous. their presence just wants to make you want them more. make them yours to keep so u can feel this amazing sensation always. you loved it. You had that smirk u always wear whenever u see a character in world quest, side quest and main quest as u were always with aether/lumine whenever they go, you were basically their companion now. and to be always by the creators side is such a bliss... You laughed with the overseer, chatted (ai generated), had fun and many more memories you cherished to the bottom of your heart.. you just cant stop your growing obsession on waiting to always be with them.. its so addicting! so so addicting.. until one day the overseer stopped gifting u with their presence. Did something happen..? that was your first thought when the overseer did not log in at the designated time they always do. they must have something keeping them busy right? they did tell you they were gonna be a bit busy. that must be it... yes. it must be. Until those little times became days and now turned into weeks. you were getting restless. the hunger u crave from them, is beginning to show itself and it is feral for it. where could they possibly be?! have they forgotten about you? have they lost interest in you? no no no, it cant be, it cant! you were having a breakdown from the possibilities that could have happened to them! until u got a hearing on an imposter on the loose. hah? an imposter? how come u just knew about this now. how.. how dare they impersonate the overseer! they must be the reason their grace hasn't been online. and now they take their appearance? preposterous. you took your weapon that the overseer obtained for you and gripped it making it crack.

You grabbed a picture frame of the overseer and caressed it with deep care. "dont worry your grace. i will take this damn imposter and make them bring you back. no matter what." you put the frame down and headed out with deep hatred on this damn 'imposter.'

When u found where the last location of the imposter was last sighted, u went to the area and scouted it. they wouldn't have ran far with an injury on their leg can they? you scouted every grass and air u came across. you were far more keen on the surroundings here in teyvat due to always adventuring with the overseer... oh how u wish it continued like that. but alas an imposter ruined it.

crunch. sway. crunch. sway. snap. crunch. sw-

you turned your directions towards the sound. someone was here. you were sure none of the acolytes would be here and the knights. no sightings of monsters near by aswell. so it must be...

"i know you're there." the person hitched their breath, the imposter was just behind that tree.. just a meter close to you. so so close. "i wonder.. how such a lowly person like you impersonate the overseer."

you began to walk towards the tree. your eyes fixated towards it. weapon clenched and ready if the fly runs. "i mean.. you must be something much extraordinary right?" your vision starts to shine. " pathetic."

when u finally got closer to the tree bark, a sudden wave of a familiar presence ignited something within you. huh? this feeling and wave of pleasure is the same thing u have always been craving from them.. it cant be. can it?!

you looked over the bark and saw the imposter? bleeding gold and littered with healed golden wounds. ah.. you tremble and fell down onto your knees. "your grace..?" they were here, it has to be them! the same feeling u always have with them. it cant be a hox nor lie, especially the golden wounds/blood.

you immediately went into action and start to heal them by using your vision to heal the bleeding wound.. it was gushing out so fast.. it was so... fresh. but u didn't care at all, u loss your questions for now. but now the top priority is their grace.

after getting the wound be sealed and to check the surroundings, u knelt Infront of them, head bowing in respect. "your grace I'm so sorry to be so late in rescuing u! please forgive my insolence!" the overseer looked at your bowed form and grinned widely. but soon turned into a small smile when u lightly lift your head to see their reaction.

(character) hugged u tightly on their chest as u lightly blush and burry inside. is.. this a dream?! their grace.. your light.. they are really real.. you hug them back tightly, afraid to let go even for just a moment. you close your eyes to basked in their presence so close to u.. no more restrictions, no more obstacles.. just.. pure bliss.

you hope this dream wont end.. please.. don't end.

as u silently cuddle and cling to the overseer, they had hearts in their eyes as they grinned. they burry their face on your neck to conceal their blushing and panting self. 'you're here with them! finally finally finally FINALLY'

they waited for this moment to finally be with you. HAH imposter au? fuck that shit, they control teyvat and seized the throne immediately after they arrived, it took so much effort for you to not know about their descend, but of course with little to no manipulation it was easy as when u burry a kids corpse.

you are finally here with them. no one shall take u away, NO ONE. even when u believe that they are in danger, wont u gladly protect them from danger right..? ofc you would, u are their most powerful and loyal acolyte. their most precious treasure..

ah.. such bliss to receive, as long as those no bodies do their job and act like their hunting the 'imposter' then its all good. participating a fun game with your close and favorite person is the best dream u could ever have. good luck. dreamer.

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transgenderastarion · 1 year ago

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hello baldurs gate 3 community again: This time im talking about modding!

hello adventurers and shifty-eyed people, I bring to you some important stuff. Mod compilations! Below the cut, if you are interested, I have compiled a few things for what I think the bg3 tumblr modding community wants (based on me being in the tag for a month straight). Things I have compiled include: - Super basic install of baldur's gate 3 mod manager (and a bit of vortex) (9 Easy Steps!) - My OWN special "Computer helper" mod bundle with super easy installations (helps it run on my piece of crap laptop who hates me so much but I love her <3) - Companion and player mods (visuals only, and like de-ab-ing and stuff, I'm not going around adding all the extra eye colour mods) INCLUDING TRANS TOP SCARS AND DADBOD MODS + MORE - Some personal favourite mods that really helped enhance my experience. Enjoy! (if you enjoy bg3 modding, please consider reblogging because I think posts with links are still shadowbanned in the tag lol)

HOW TO GET THE MOD LOADER FOR BG3 IN 3 EASY STEPS

go to the github download page and scroll down until you see the first downloadable file that reads "BG3ModManager_Lastest.zip"

extract the file into an accessible area (your downloads folder should work fine, I just put it on my desktop) (just anything that won't require you to give admin permissions to download it. I would also keep this off Local Disc (C:) for convenience) You can use any free extractor program, 7zip works, i used to use Peazip and now I use Breezip and that works well.

Tada! You should have an open folder in your extracted location. 2 things may happen here: You will get the extracted folder with the other documents inside. Congrats, you're done! If you have an extracted folder with ONLY the .exe file in it, go back into the zip file and drag the other files into the folder. This should fix the problem, all files from the zip need to be there to work.

(OPTIONAL) you CAN use Vortex mod manager to manage your bg3 mods on there, in which case any nexusmods mod will have a direct download button for you. Personally I have my subnautica mods loaded from there so bg3 is unavailable.

HOW TO MOD BALDURS GATE 6 IN EASY STEPS + SCRIPT EXTENDER

Make sure you have Baldur's Gate 3 Installed. I have it on steam, I don't know how to help with EA, sorry.

open your file explorer/documents. Go to Admin -> AppData -> Local -> Larian Studios* -> Baldur's Gate 3 (leave launcher alone). Create a mods folder if you don't already have one, but one should have been created on your first bootup. DO NOT CLOSE THIS TAB. THIS TAB STAYS OPEN UNTIL YOU ARE DONE MODDING. * I also just search Larian Studios in Local Disc (C:) but that does take some time to load

Congrats, you're ready to mod! Now, most good mods will need something called the Baldur's Gate 3 Script Extender. You can find the download page here, and this time you're going to hit the green "code" button. Ignore everything else. Hit download zip

Extract the file again, but this time into Local Disc (C:) -> Program Files (86x) -> Steam -> Steamapps -> common -> Baldur's Gate 3 -> bin* ** * MAKE SURE to extract it to the bin folder. Some other mesh and texture mods use the data bin, so confusing them is bad. ** you CAN directly extract the folder to the bin, but I personally find it easier to extract the zip back into downloads, then open my other file explorer and click and drag the whole extracted file into the bin folder

The fun part begins! Go find some mods you like (nexusmods mostly, gamebanana MAY have some). Extract folder to your mods folder in larian studios -> baldur's gate 3 -> mods. ONLY DRAG THE .PCK FILE. YOU DO NOT NEED ANY OTHER FILES UNLESS THE MOD MAKER SAYS SO.

USING THE MOD LOADER: you are done with file explorers! Go ahead and boot up the bg3modmanager.exe file from earlier. Any INACTIVE MODS must be CLICKED AND DRAGGED over to the ACTIVE MODS side. If you don't see any mods, hit the blue circle refresh button. After that, hit the "export order to game" button right beside "export". If you see a green popup at the bottom, you are good to go!

All done! You are now on your modding journey! (if you have any outlying problems, my dms are open and there is a whole host of modders out there with answers!)

NOW TO THE FUN PART: MOD PACKS!

My own Game Optimizer Pack (basic): includes General Fixes (general bug fixes), Improved UI & Improved UI Assets (necessary for customization mods), and Mod Fixer (necessary for mods to work) *you CAN download all of these files individually from https://www.nexusmods.com but this is basically. a short version of that.

My own Game Optimizer Pack (deluxe): includes all previous mods as well as 5e Spells (spell fixer), Additional Backgrounds, Customizer Compendium, Show approval ratings in dialogue, Purchase camp clothes from merchants, Tav's hairpack

COMPANION MODS:

No Abs for companions/pcs

"oops all futas" (all female companions have penises, if you want like an all transfem run or something)

Customizable Origins (lets you customize if you play as an origin character)

Astarion:

Astarion Moles and blemishes mod

Vampire Ascendant (ability fixer mod)

TAV MODS:

Freckles and Moles as Tattoo replacers

Trip's Accessory Collection (has glasses & monacles)

Ophelia's Body Shop (top heavy/bottom heavy/chubby body alternatives)

Stronger Tav - Muscular Upper Body Mod

Top Surgery Scars

Alternate Top Surgery Scars mod for bodys 1 and 3

Strongfat body - humans and half orcs

Tav's Dadbod Mod

Softie Body - Tiefling 2

New Eye Colours and Blindess for all eyes

Transmasc Clothing options

Actually feminine and lore friendly dragonborn legs

Femme obese dragonborn body (no clothing options developed yet)

Chubby/thick/bbw body mods and clothes

Big gut dragonborn (male)

Female muscle mod

Less defined abs for male bodies

Game Enhancing Mods that I recommend! (if I have one marked starting spoiler! just. just download it and ad it just trust me dont look to far into it I promise it will be good. If I have one marked late spoiler! you can look at it and decide if you want it or later)

Faithful & Faithless - no mandatory choice of god

Mundane Blindfold (one eye cover)

No Romance Limit (polyamory mod)

highlight everything tooltip

Party Limit begone

No more spiders (all spider models replaced with dogs)

Ritual spells for rp fun

Colourblind friendly spell slots

Camp event notifications

Autosaver/Save timer (GET THIS IT SAVED MY LIFE SO MUCH)

Histories & Occupations - new backgrounds

Scratch colour variety (late spoiler!/not spoiler heavy)

Just Story (for those who just want the story. every enemy has 1 hp)

Wyll's Devil Form (starting spoiler!)

Eyes of the beholder (eye alts + scleras)

#lying flat on my back after typing this i think it took like 3 hours to compile everything #my neck hurts OTL #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 mod #bg3 mods #baldurs gate 3 mods #modding #mods #modblr

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murdocking · 1 year ago

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„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch2 ch4

masterlist

warnings + notes: mentions of sex… n*ragi…😒 just getting to the beach and getting used to chishiya. this one is short be grateful

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ:

- THE BEACH

you learned quickly that chishiya was very different from anyone you’ve met. he cooly serves truthful jabs of venom at people as though hes speaking of the weather. but you tried to cling onto the bare of companionship by offering him food and water you had packed- but he refused everytime.

“do you already have somewhere to stay?”

“yes. and it is not here.”

he continues to walk away from you, as he’s been doing for the past 2 miles since you’ve left the game arena.

“well… where is it then?” he sighs out, and you feel that you’re beginning to really annoy him at this point. “far from here.”

“how far?”

“whats with all the questions? don’t you ever stay quiet” he furrows his brows, stopping to look at you while he speaks.

chishiya seems to be like a sensitive brat, any sentence over 3 words makes him decay inside- and he’s kind of right. you have been asking him random questions this whole time.

“well i just want to… get to know you better maybe. you’re the first person i’ve been able to speak for more than 10 minutes to since i got here.” he chuckles a bit before lightly saying “they probably died to get away from you.”

ouch

but chishiya lets his own voice sink in and he realizes the cruelty of his words and cringes a bit inside, turning quickly and resuming his walk, “are you planning on following me like some creep?”

you take this as an invitation

“maybe…” though you can’t see him clearly, his hood blocking his face and the moonlight sky being the only source of light- chishiya seems slightly pleased by this response.

its dark, and cold. but only for a little while. when chishiya leads you past a certain corner, thats when you see it.

a hotel resort, brightly shining across the way. you can hear faint music playing and girls jumping and giggling.

“come on” he continues to guide you to the mysterious place’s entrance- not before running into a stranger. his face makes your arms tingle with nerves and fear.

“oh chishiya? you planning on having fun tonight huh?” he leans and rolls his shoulders under the rifle he carries, chuckling just inches away from your face. you feel queasy, his eyes stare and check you out with evil- and you wonder just what did chishiya get you into.

“no niragi. we’re going to see hatter, she’d like to join the beach.”

the beach?

niragi tsks, and leans back before looking at you dead in the eye despite speaking to his beach counterpart. “can’t wait to see her here then. dont be greedy either chishiya”

the creepy pierced man looks at you longer, enjoying the unpleasant face you’re making before walking off into a crowd of bikini wearing women who loudly giggle at his presence.

“ignore him, hes an idiot anyways.” chishiya doesn’t even look at you before making his way into the resort, locating the staircase and wasting no time to go up them. you wouldn’t exactly say you’re feeling that safe at the moment. the run-in with the creepo outside has made you quite unsettled.

“chishiya, if you dont mind me asking” he turns to look at you and you can definitely tell he does mind you asking. “what exactly is this place… what am i joining specifically?” chishiya inhales a quick breath before continuing to walk up the stairs.

“the beach is like a refugee camp, but partying if you will.”

“you dont seem like the party type”

he smiles “glad you realize.”

“so why are you here?”

he pauses for a second, not too long- but long enough for you to notice something is missing from your understanding of your newfound companion.

“hatter will explain it all to you, hes the leader. im simply an executive.” he lifts his arm up, his sleeve falling slightly to expose the beach bracelet he wears, the number 11 printed onto it.

hatter originally gave you the impression of some passive leader, but once he leads you into his personal quarters- without chishiya present, you’re feeling as though the whole place is filled with creeps.

theres a topless woman grinding herself onto his leg while he stares at your frame behind his dimmed sunglasses, swirling his gross liquor in his hand.

once again, you’re feeling small- and slightly scared.

you lower your gaze, his stare is getting too much.

“not sure how much chishiya has told you… but first things first you need a bikini.”

“e-excuse me..?”

you lift your head up quickly and hes menacingly smiling “thats a rule here at the beach. cant hide weapons when youre wearing swimwear. i’ll have someone get something for you don’t worry.” you just nod

“here at the beach, you can enjoy it all. the food, drinks, partying… sex! there’s no limit here. but, a few things.”

he shuffles and slightly pushes the woman on his lap off onto the couch instead, she huffs a bit but resorts to nibbling onto his ear as he leans forward to rest his elbows onto the table in front of you both

“here, all beach members go to games for me. we collect the cards, searching for the answer to these games. and searching for a way out. you’ll be sent to some games, and if you live i expect you to give me the card at the end.”

the card..? you gasp lightly and tell him “wait!” and reach inside your pocket.

his face transforms into a dear smile as he leans closer and snatches the two of diamonds card from your hand

“wow… good job. none of my members have been able to locate this card, shame cus its such a low difficulty.” he examines the card and you nervously laugh, playing with the strings of your pants

“another rule, all doors are unlocked. not a single lock is on these doors- except for the higher positions like myself.” he takes a swig of his drink before continuing. “finally, we bring death to all traitors. you’re a part of the beach now. and you’ll stay a part of it until you die.” his playful demeanor has cut out like a bad signal, and he stares at you blankly- observing how you’ll react.

it takes a minute, but you clear your throat and begin to speak

“can i choose my own swimsuit?”

it takes a while, but you concoct a mix-and-match set that gave more coverage than your other options within your size.

you just decided on a swimsuit skirt set- though you’ll admit the v-plunge of the top was a bit more than what you’d like. the beach bracelet reminds you of the diamond’s bracelet- and you resist the urge to scratch at it.

you search for an empty hotel room, preferably one where theres no discarded clothes littering the bed- or worse… the people doing it on the bed.

eventually you get settled and let your body melt into the plump mattress and thats when you start to feel the exhaustion on your body.

you decide that nows a good time to sleep.

until your hunger wakes you up when dusk sets in. though you truthfully don’t want to go downstairs and feel exposed in the swimsuit, you accept that this is how you’ll have to live your life until you either die or leave the games.

#shuntaro chishiya #shuntarou chishiya x reader #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader #aib x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #chishiya fanfic #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x fem!reader #niragi alice in borderland #kuina alice in borderland #usagi alice in borderland #arisu alice in borderland #chishiya angst #chishiya fluff #eventual smut

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blightdaddy · 1 month ago

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15 and 17 for pasha, 31 for orin, annnddd 39 for linnarel 💖

HELL YEA TY!!

for refence: pasha, orin, and linnarel!

as usual, under the cut just in case! bc spoilers (definite spoilers this time)

15) Who else has a crush on Rook?

so, like, maybe i had this whole silly thing in my head where pasha had a messy on-and-off situationship with varric. messy in the sense that, like, they knew it would never actually work - their work would constantly pull them away and deep, deep down, pasha wants to settle. varric wasn't really the settling down type of dude. AND ALSO following world ending catastrophes for over a decade is exhausting and they don't wanna be pulled into it anymore! but when they had some down time and found each other, shit just made sense. he was one of their best friends!! and while pasha would never say they were in love with him, they did love him. they did some real mental gymnastics to just accept they'd never get what they wanted from him. and like... pulling them into the inquisition and then having them come with him to chase down solas AND THEN DYING was a very shitty thing to do!! also the way pasha kicks shit open and is ripped as hell, who wouldn't have a crush on them???? this was a long-winded one im sorry!!

17) Any companions they don’t get along with? How does Rook navigate this?

SO. LIKE. i am going to preface this with i am weak for good ol' enemies to lovers type shit. jessie, when i tell you i am WEAK for it... pasha is a lil gruff, rough around the edges. emmrich is gentle and kind in a way they just weren't used to. like yes, he's competent and powerful and very good at what he does but people suck and he's going to get himself killed. and WHAAAAAT the fuck do city mages know about roughin' it up??? they have different views on the world around them and they butt heads. but pasha quickly realizes they've underestimated him, choosing to see good in people doesn't mean pushover, it doesn't mean weakness. he can keep up with the rest of them and he's sharp as hell (with the tiniest bit of a bitchy streak if you press the right [wrong?] buttons). and pasha is not immune to the charm of a smooth talker. and ok maybe they like how proper and put together he looks all the time. maybe they also really like how he can and will roll up his sleeves and get a lil dirty. maybe they like the way he talks and the way he words things. maybe they look at him one day and they're like "oh no he's hot." he softens those rough edges and she likes that about him. hey listen, i sat here for like a minute in a voice call with some friends and i went "hmm who WOULD pasha dislike, they don't dislike anyb--OH MY GOD WAIT." you did this, this happened bc of you.

31) Which locations (Docktown, Arlathan etc) does Rook like to visit the most? And the least?

is harding's lil green house an acceptable location??? orin likes the shade of harding's hair and her optimism and her freckles the plants! least favorite place is treviso, he doesn't have fond memories. and while there are people there that he cares about, he thought he'd be gone for good after he left. dee's least favorite place is dock town bc my computer does not like it when i go there. between the rain and the architecture, my pc sounds like a jet engine during take off.

39) What’s it been like, living in the Lighthouse?

linnarel is decidedly not a people person and he's just hyper aware of everybody's presence. my beautiful princess with a disorder can put personal feelings aside when on a job but he's not very good with people. the others will be the first time in a very long time he's had to be around others for more than a few days and boy howdy do they test him. while he would warm up to them eventually, it takes a good while. ALSO FUCK THE FADE HE HATES IT HERE WHY IS THEIR HOUSE FLOATING WHY IS THAT GHOST THANG ROWING A BOAT THERE'S NO WATER THEY'RE IN THE AIR

#oc: pasha aldwir #oc: linnarel thorne #oc: orin de riva #this is so long-winded i'm SORRY #datv spoilers

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danielnelsen · 6 months ago

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The Veilguard Q&A thing: Which location are you most excited/hoping to explore in-game? Do you have your Rook(s) planned out to any degree? If so, would you share some details or ideas you have? Do you have any unpopular opinions about DAV so far?

answered the first one here

6. Do you have your Rook(s) planned out to any degree? If so, would you share some details or ideas you have?

only very broadly. definitely a grey warden, but i havent decided between elven mage and dwarven rogue. every time i think im leaning more towards one over the other i realise im actually not lmao. i think there'll be the most extra dialogue and story content for elves and i dont wanna miss out on anything (obviously it will be a complete story either way, but yknow), but dwarves are my favourite race. the only reason i dont play dwarves very often is because i love playing as a mage. i think my choice will probably come down to what the actual backgrounds of the characters are: if we can play a dwarf with like..a dwarfy background, rather than a surface dwarf from a mostly human population, then that might tip the scales. i dont think i could resist playing a dwarf from the ambassadoria or kal-sharok (not that the latter is gonna happen).

i think my rook will be nonbinary, but i havent decided between he/him or they/them. im interested in how well the game will handle neutral pronouns, but my characters are also always somewhat an extension of myself, especially on my first playthrough. i'll most likely stick with a default name and face, but i'll definitely play around with the body customisation. hopefully you can be real-life fat, not just popular-media fat (aka not fat). today's article also revealed that you can adjust 'glute and bulge size'. so. we'll see where that takes me. if im already making the rest of my body bigger, then.........

im going into the game expecting to romance davrin, but we know nothing about anyone's personalities yet so that's very easily subject to change. second choice is emmrich. i think my rook will be a bit more serious than i usually play my dragon age characters, especially since we're starting out already having had some real-world experience (im a grey warden, after all), but who knows, maybe once i start picking dialogue options i'll just feel the need to be sweet to everyone.

this is all very surface-level stuff, which is the only planning im gonna do. maybe i'll be more sure of my race option by the time the game releases, but everything else will just evolve based on how the game goes. i dont wanna get too attached to a character that wont end up fitting well into the story.

15. Do you have any unpopular opinions about DAV so far?

ok it took me a while to think of something because whenever i see a lot of people disagree with an opinion i have, i also see plenty of people who share my opinion... but i dont really want the inquisitor to have too big of a role. it makes sense for them to be there, and i especially understand people who romanced solas feeling like their inquisitor should have an important part in the story, but i think this is a bit of a limitation of having the plot directly follow from the events of dai. it wouldnt make sense for the inquisitor not to show up, but this isnt their game, it's rook's. id argue that it would make sense for them not to show up much because solas knows them already, but we've got harding as a companion, who solas is also very familiar with. that said, i expect the writers have probably learned from the reaction to hawke's cameo in dai and will do a better job of writing the inquisitor than they did with writing hawke lmao

#da #dav #dragon age #personal

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thatcheeseycandle · 7 months ago

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//OKAY IVE RRBLOGGED THE CHAPTER AND YEAH YHE TITLE CARD ITS REACTION TIME

(Note: I may not write down all of my reactions due to them being mainly blurt outs of words and such)

Im sorry GROUNDSMANS COTTAGE???? 👀 NAHNAHAHHSBDKAAA IM ALREADY YEAH IM EXPLODING RAKAJAOAOAIDHFNC

What WHAT WHATA WDYM SAYS GOODBYE WAIT NO NO OKAY LOOK PAUSE SIT EAIT I MEAN LOOK WE ALL HATED MALLARD A LITYLE BIT AT SOME POINT BUT GOOD GOSH WE ALREADY GOT SO MANY DEATHS-

And eait BLEUPETRTO WDYM COMPANION. WAIY OKAY YEAH IM IM LOOKING

Im sorry Ig otta pause brfore reading to just admire YHE TITLE CARD GOOD GOSH ITS GORGEOUS

To be fair as far as I can remember we didnt exactly get too many solid images on locations from the canon BUT GOD ITS WORTH THE EAIT LOOK AT THAT COTTAGE!! AMAZING

Okay OKAY WAIT BLUE PETER wait MAYFLOWER MAYFLOWER AND AAAAAAASBFYJAAJOAOAOSJFNF GOD OKAY IM YEAH ITS INTERESTING THAT ITS WELSH YEAH

Cant blame you Blue Peter I learned the Welsh language through the Great Westerns HGAHAHAHDGDGDV OR YEAH ATLEAST RESEARCHING THE GWR OF COURSE

AYYYY LETS GOOO WIN WIN FOR MAYFLOWER NOW THATS NICE TO HEAR

Ay wait LMS??? 👀 WELL. YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERYDAY I SUPPOSE

"If Arrow didn't even bother with you, you knew that you had been an outcast." WELL DANG AIGHT YEAH THATS CERTAINLY SOME KNOWLEDGE.

Im sorry NRW TAILWAY????? NEW RAILWAY WAIT. OKAY RIGHT. NOTED THEN NOTED

Okay OKAY HOLD ON THERE BLUE PETER AIGHT. Okay yeah that is true yknow a black sheep in a field of white sheep YEAH ITS UNDERSTANDABLE

"We're just engines doing our best despite everything, Blue Peter, sir." give mr a minute MAYFLOWER YOU SWEET LITRLE. AIFHDJOKAY.

And good gosh okay THE CRANE WIVES IS PLAYING. And god BLUE OETER LOOK HES YEAH. Man idk IM JUST IM FRELING SAD FOR BLUE OETER LIKE THE GUY JUST YEAH HES THAT.

insert me just clutching onto a pillow so much cause Im just IM SAD FOR THESE TWO THEYRE TRAGIC OKAY

Mayflower MAYFLOWER GOD- MAY GOD GIVE HER AND BLUE OETER THE BEST THEY JUST THEY DESERVE IT OKAY THEY DO

Wait ducks. DUCKS MALLARDS WIAT WIAKALJD

Wait WIA TIEA TIB LONG LOST ENGINES THE THEORR MY THEOFYAJKA ITS CONFIRMEDM????????? NO FUCKING WAY EAIT. IM SHOCKED EAIT WAIT EIAT.. IT MIGHTVE BEDN CONFIRMED????? THAT THE MALLARD HAVE ENGINE SOULS???????

Eaiy HOD FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE OF THE MALLARDS EHO SAID THAT LAHAGAHGDJDBF PROTEUS

Wait. Give me a minute I gotta read this like eyes locked onto the screen

Insert me reading silently just taking in every single emotion

This is the bit THIS IS THE BIT WAIT ITS THE BIT THE LITTLE PEEK

Insert me yet again getting deep into the emotions cause GOD THIS HURTA

He killed Doncaster. OKAY EAIT. HE KILLED ONE OF THE A1/A3s??? OKAY YES I EXPECTED IT BUT THEN LIKE DONCASTER????????

No no. NO. WAIY WAIT. NORTH?????? THE FUCK DO UOU MEAN FUSION WAIT IS NORTH A HYBRID TOO??????? WHAT IS HAPPEMING???????

Im sorry he nearly died from trying to beat Mallards record? Im. God WHAT

Insert absolute silence as Im yeah Im just reading as my brain tries to hold onto whats last of my sanity

"I just wish you had been a better person"

Crying counter: 1

wELL ATLEAST. YEAH TYDFILS HERE.

(Im not okay God that line just IT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD IT HITS SO HARD AT HOME.)

Ay AY AY AY LISTEN HERE NOE SHE EAS JUST GOING OUT LIKE YKNOW A WALK. SOMETHING I THINK YOUD NEED

Exactly EXACTLY PERCY EXACTLY

"I always seem to need help though" okay WHO HURT BAKU ON THIS. WHO HURT- GOD THAT HITS HARD.

Yeah YEAH GO WITH EHM TYDFIL!! SHE DESERVES A BREAK DEF DEF

AUFHGSGIDHFH GOD THIS BIT IS YEAH ITS DEF GONNA BE A FAV DEF ITS GONNA BE SOMETHING NICE TO LOOK BACK ON

Wait. Olivia for FOR FUCKS SAKE OLIVIA- SHE NEEDS TO REST LIKE GOD OLIVIA YOU NEED TO REST YOU GOT AN UNBORN BABY INSIDE OF YOU RRST UP

EXACTLY POLLY EXACTLY FOR GODS SAKE EXACTLY

Waiy. WAIT WRLL???? A GOLD DUST WELL OR????? I SWEAR TO GOD IF NORTH PULLED A BATMAN HIDEOUT RN

Damn. Okay right- I mean I do have some theories on if Merry did yknow yeah mother Olivia but good gosh THATS CALLED DENIAL.

Ay AY AY AY POLLY DONT NONONONONONOO POLLY I SWEAR NO NO NO

Ay WAIT TERURBLERJHSJAIAOA THEORY CONFIRMED YES

Theory confirmation counter: 2

WE WIN THESE THINGS WOOOOOOOO OKAY WE GOT CONFIRMATION YES

Wait IM SORRY GOLD DUST TORCHES????? NO WAY THATS SO AOFJFIFI THATS SO FITTING????

Oh so thats how you spell mediavael.

Woah. WOAH WOAH WOAH AY WAIT WAIT PAUSE LET ME GET INTO THIS UNIVERSE RQ RQ- NO FUCKING WAY. HOW MUCH FREE TIME DID THIS MAN HAVE GOOD GOSH???????

No way NORTH HE WAIY. WAIT EIAT HE. ALL THESE ENGINES GOOD GOSH. HUNDREDS?????

Holy God ROOSTER ROOATAKAOAOAOSKDJX OHFNAUAPAOAOAOAOADB F HEDID HE DID REVIVE ROOSTER HE DID AAAAJFHAKAOAOOAHDDB

Theory Confirmed counter: 3

Im sorry A V2???????? AY AY. THAT MEANS WAIT AAYAYYSDJCJFOOWIS LETS GO WE GOT ANOYHER V2 GUYS LETS GOOOOAHAJAOOADBX VOSKAOAKAKA

ColdthTSHRKAISVD

OHMDYAIAOAGAAGHAHDC ITS COLDSTREAMER YALL ITS COLDATEAMRHHRKAJAHAAAAAAA

ITS HER LET DGO

Wait POLLY NO EAIT POLLY- WHAT ON RARTH IS GOING ON????? WHAT WAIG WIA YSILVER SOULSBWOSUGOAJAAAAAAAA

AILVER SOULS THERES SILVER SOULS NO WYA WAIT. GOD WAIY WAIT LEATHER BOUND BOOKS COULD ONE OF THEM BE NORTHS JOURNAL?????

Merry. MERRY HAMPFON. MERRY WAIT NO NO WAIT WYYEHS YES RIGHT MERRY. Okay I swear SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN THE GDCS AND MERRY I SWEAR TO FUCK SOMETHING HAPPENED

Wait. That eas Merry's engine, and Polly's soul started to react to it like it had black smoke or something. SOMETHING FUCKING HAPPENED-

Ojay my eyes may be blurry BUT GOD IM YEAH ITS THEORY TIME GUYS. Ill make sure to note down this chapter, def a big big bitch to uncover lore wise. And I thought my revival theory would be bigger than the Mother Merry theory, BUT I WAS WRONG

Ay GREAT WESTERNS ITS THE WRSTERNS

AWIRJFHFHD HAMILTON MISSED MALLARD- Okay look I knew she had a friendship with Mallard to a certain level BUT I NEVER KNEW THEY WERE THIS CLOSE LIKE BEST FRIENDS IN A WAY

AAASGDHHFHDGAHAHHAHDVC WE GOT A NEW DUO YOU LOT SO CHIN UP FOR FLUFF

Exactly EXACTLY WE DONT TOLERATE MAYFLOWER HATE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD

TARGET THE HATE TO MS PARSONS NLANG /DEJK

If Im being quite honest Im just I CAN HEAR MY HEART POUNDING. EVEN WITH MUSIC ON I LITERALLY CAN HEAR IT CRYSTAL CLEARLY- GOD THIS CHAOTER WAS. WAS CERTAINLY A WAKR UP CALL DEF.

But all in all A GREAT READ YET AGAIN!! Gosh Im yeah I GUESS I HAVE PLANS FOR THE WEEKEND NOW LMAOSIDHDB

#ay wait a fuckin minute HOW DID NORTH- WAIT WAIT.#yiau: reviews of readers!#cheesyversial rants #ttte young iron au (??)#ttte young iron au

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The BFG

My travel companion and I had giggled at the thought of Amsterdam and all its offerings, both the weird and the wonderful. We had decided to explore the red light district, after discovering many women in windows and watching the first man we see enter his chosen window, the curtain slides shut behind him, we decide we need more support for this experience than one another. Ideally a strong male figure. I jumped on tinder.

6’7, speaks English and travelling. I’m Sold. It’s a match! “Got a Rowdy night planned?” I opened the conversation. “Just with my mate trying to figure out what to do tonight” perfect. After we arranged to meet for a drink my travel companion and I agreed to take off our very warm sweaters & expose our going out tops. As my travel companion and I are having a few pre date beverages, the football watching men begin to commandeer the outskirts of our table. “SOS, the men are taking over our table” I text the BFG. “3 min” he replied.

On cue 3 min later a tall frame walks through the door, his eyes meet mine and a smile flashes over his face. His smile is beautiful it takes over his whole face, his eyes crinkle a little at the sides and his skin seemingly glows. Oh dear I think, I didn’t expect him to be that cute. He offers to grab us a drink however, I’ve already collected my bag and jumper, the crowd of drunk men slowly consuming my personal space. My travel companion and I request we leave. The request was meet with a smile and a “lady’s first”. After meandering about his friend started googling places to drink and we landed on a cute table near the canal.

The chat flowed easily and when it got even the slightest bit quiet we resorted to making fun of one another’s accents. He really struggled to make our non-existent vowel sounds but was keen to remind me that he thought my lazy enunciation was hot. When he asked if I liked his accent I struggled to come up with a kind reply other than “you sound like the movies” the teasing quickly turned into “you can just tell me you hate my accent” and slight touches of arms and hands as he smirked waiting for me to bite back.

“what grade do you teach?” Mhmm great question, I have no idea “let me text my boss” I am meet with a strange look of confusion “she’s American” the look doesn’t fade. She replies with 4 laughing faces and my answer “6 & 7” I reply. “Send her a picture” after posing for a selfie we stay leant closer together, his hand resting on my leg takes up most of my thigh. I’m melting, back to the task at hand I remind myself.

After 3 porn star martini’s, a selfie and a bathroom run which required him to stand outside the men’s cubical because the women’s was out of toilet paper, I felt ready to ask the strangest first date question I’ve ever posed “have you guys been to a sex show?” His eyes light up and he smiles “no, have you?” I announced I had a small confession and told him that my travel companion and I had talked about going but it didn’t really feel like a girls trip activity however neither of us were keen on the other top contender in reasons we travel to Amsterdam so we were hoping to have you accompany us. He almost jumped out of his seat suggesting the idea to the rest of the table, we were meet with some hesitation from his mate but my travel companion smiled in his direction and we went to have a look. Naturally I’d done some research.

We arrive at the location hand in hand followed by my travel companion and his mate a few metres behind, the chat on the way was flirtatious and easy flowing. The anxiety about what on earth im about to see hits and clearly The BFG could tell his smile takes over his face and reminded me this was indeed my idea… before I can reply I’m meet with a Kiss on my forehead and a reminder that we can leave if I’m uncomfortable, I’m in awe of the way he brings me such ease. Finally the touch barrier is well and truely broken and we share both a cuddle and a kiss whilst we wait in the cold air. The BFG pays for my entry to the sex show and his mate does the same for my travel companion.

After sitting through what I can only describe as the strangest experience of my life we agree that another drink is required. The BFG and I giggle about what we saw the whole way to the next bar. Before requesting to see life from his height we snuck in another cheeky kiss, whilst I enjoyed being almost two feet taller and his hands on my thighs I was concerned about the view from behind us and retreated from piggy back. We arrived at our first morning destination, a Dutch pancake shop. I ordered and ate my pancakes whilst the BCG went on a mission to find a place to dance.

He arrived back just in time with a renewed spring in his step. We wandered back down the road to a small bar that was pumping with 2000’s bangers. Great job BFG! He heads to the bar to get a drink and my travel companion and I get to dancing. After a few drinks, lots of sick dance moves and stolen kisses we send the boys back to the bar for drinks, the BFG however was very concerned to leave us dancing within eyesight and rightly so when I had a dutch man come and pat my head and smile at me. Before the BFG could even make his way over I had told the Dutch man to cut a track. The BFG did not leave my side again, which was very cute.

After our legs had finally tired and the drinks had settled into the Dutch pancakes I ate earlier we headed back to the streets of Amsterdam. I stop to take a picture and ask my travel companion to take one of me in this beautiful light, the BFG unexpectedly but rather graciously joins in the picture. I smile at the thought, what I would’ve given for any of my previous partners to be so open to these small acts of affection.

We begin to walk back to the train station and much to our surprise the trains do not run at 3am, luckily for my wallet, the BFG orders and Uber despite my travel companion and I noting that we are sharing a bed at our hotel. In the Uber we are separated as the BFG sits in the front but his hand finds its way back to mine, again I’m in awe of the wave of affection.

We all pile into our double bed and I snuggle into his large arms. He kisses me goodnight and we attempt to fade off to sleep, my brain kicks in and I can’t deal with the amount of outside dirt on my bedtime skin, I drag the BFG with me to the shower and I am again showered with affection. I begin to wish I didn’t have an 8am flight booked, I adore the way this man adores me.

After actually tucking into bed I curl up into his embrace and after what seems like 5 minutes I am awoken to my alarm. My heart sunk I didn’t want to leave my cosy BFG shaped cocoon. As he awakes I am meet with kisses and his signature flirty banter, we joke about surviving the risk that is a tinder date murder and his hands don’t leave my skin until his Uber arrives to go back to his hostel.

Moments after he hops in the Uber my phone buzzes. I still enjoy my holiday updates from the BFG and will always remember my time in Amsterdam with such warmth & affection.

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iyumeu · 3 years ago

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spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

#obey me #obey me x reader #yandere obey me #anyway i want to write a follow up to this #but what kind of follow up would it be... hm #sorry for the shortness of the last 3... i swear i love them it's just like 4am and i have an early day tomorrow #obey me fanfic #iyumeu writes om #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #sigh tags #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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diamondwaters · 3 years ago

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❝ love is a choice ❞ prologue

summary: what was meant to be a simple, calm trip to an intergalactic museum ended up becoming a a trip through memories the doctor rather wanted to forget. only they weren't her memories. they were yours.

pairing: thirteenth doctor x reader (primary), eleventh doctor x reader

word count: 754

warnings: a whole lot of angst

author's note: i'm struggling in life but writing this is both tearing me apart and giving me life. i originally posted this on my ao3 but i also wanted to share it here!! im going through some revisions with the pronouns of the reader so please bare with me skjnfn

“GAMMA PICTORIS!" THE DOCTOR EXCLAIMED with her usual flourish, the one that had just begged her companions to get excited and ask questions. When they didn’t do the latter, she continued on, “‘Part of the Pictor constellation, got really cool beaches! But don’t swim in the water. Makes for some nasty burns if you stay in too long.”

As she inserted Gamma Pictoris’ coordinates, the three humans around her asked their questions, to which she answered brightly. As they did, she was reminded how much she loved this routine. Taking people to the corners of the universe, seeing their smiling faces and telling them bits and pieces of the knowledge she’d acquired in her long lifetime. All the while, the familiar whirring of the TARDIS engines filled the space that wasn’t occupied by words. It was… calm. Nice.

“Ah! Here we are!” The Doctor announced.

A single peek outside the doors of the TARDIS had the Doctor realizing that this was not, in fact, Gamma Pictoris. Rather than expanses of sand and the view of three moons from the mountains, the blue police box was nestled in a grove of trees that stood tall in front of a lake. The singular golden sun, which was beginning to burn a bright orange in its last minutes on the horizon, was lowering in the western sky. The smell in the air, that of water and nature and pure oxygen, was decidedly that of Earth.

Any well-versed traveler of the spacetime continuum would be able to make this distinction on these features alone. However, the Doctor hadn’t needed any of those things to make that dissertation.

“What is this place?” Yaz questioned.

“Looks a bit like Earth,” Graham pointed out.

The Doctor didn’t have anything in her to tell Graham that he was right. All that energy she was brimming with at any given moment, was suddenly gone. As if someone had sucked it out of her and she was left a hollowed out shell of a Timelord.

“Is that someone over there?”

Another question the Doctor couldn’t find herself answering.

There was a person where Ryan had been looking, and the Doctor knew this because she was looking in the very same place. She had been from the moment she realized where they were.

They sat in a wooden beach chair that was painted a bright pink that faced the lake. Because of this, the four of them couldn’t see their face, just the top of their head, which seemed to have been tilted forward. Some might’ve thought it was because they were asleep, but the Doctor knew that a book had to be tucked in their lap. She just knew.

“Right,” The Doctor took a deep breath. The energy she had lost hadn’t come back, but she pretended that it had. “Wrong planet, obviously! Back inside, all of you! In, in, in!”

The three humans playfully rolled their eyes, none of them really aware of the shift in the Doctor’s mood. They heeded their instructions and trudged back inside to wait for the Doctor to put in the right location this time. But the Doctor did not follow. Not yet. For a moment, she simply stood and watched. She wanted so desperately to go over. To say something. Do something. Every molecule in her body was pulling her towards that beach chair. It would be so easy to just go over, give a simple greeting and-

When the arms stretched above the person’s head, a book- she knew it!- in one of their hands, the Doctor blinked and shook her head. She shouldn’t be here. She couldn’t be here. And why the TARDIS had gone and done this was beyond her, because she knew just as well as the Doctor what this place had meant. And what the person in that beach chair had meant.

The Doctor turned and put in any coordinates she could think of. She couldn’t seem to grasp the correct ones just then, but she didn’t really care. So long as she got off Earth circa 2010 right this instant, she would be fine once again.

Hours later, when the humans were sent back home after a day’s worth of great adventures, the Doctor would ask her TARDIS: “Why? Why there? Why them?”

And you, you would ask your roommate, who had come to inform you that the pizza you ordered had arrived, seconds after, “Did you hear that strange noise just now?”

Both questions would go without a proper answer.

#thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #jodie whittaker!doctor #doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #doctor who imagine #thirteenth doctor imagine #eleventh doctor imagine

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technowoah · 4 years ago

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Revolutions Always Fall

You should've learned from L'Manburg. The Butcher Gang was a mistake.

- REQUESTED!

- I tried to put 2 requests in one here.

- its really long 🤧🤞🏽

Prompts!

13) "You made me lose all my faith and trust in you"

38) "They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

47)“Are you satisfied now...?”

⚠︎ memtions of blood, voilence, fighting, swearing, Technoblade's execution episode. Angst.

Masterlist!

Dear Technoblade,

I wont make the same mistakes again

- an old friend. ♤

Technoblade was always a threat, and you learned that from L'Manburg. You had befriended him when he joined Pogtopia and very quickly you two seemed to click. He saw the world through different eyes and that intrigued you. You wanted to be him, live life the way he does it for just a day.

He was a killing machine, he was smart tactical, but still had the thirst for blood that made him be so smart and tacitcal with how he kills.

You on the other hand were not a big fan of killing, but this war was an exception. This war made you practice, it made you angry, it lit a fire underneath you that you didnt know you had. Along with the other members of Pogtopia, Technoblade helped you fight, how to wield a sword, knife, gun, anything that you can get your hands on you turned it into a weapon, you Soon enough you had mastered weapons and you werent so passive.

You questioned yourself if this was living through Technoblade, the need to fight, hunt, to protect. You felt poweful. As you hold your own crafted swords in your hand you know what you can do. You could do so much damage with this sword, he gave you that sword. It wasn't special at all but you made it special, because in your eyes it was.

"You can do so much with a sword, people just don't know how to use it to its fullest potential. They dont know their full potential either. But now you do."

Thats what he said to you in between those stone walls called Pogtopia.

After what he said to you had done so. Used the sword to your full potential, used anything to your full potential. You wanted to be more and more you became.

"You ready?" Technoblade smirked.

"Hell yeah Im ready to kill that bastard." You smiled

"Woah-oh! You weren't saying this a couple months ago."

"Schlatt deserves it. That's not L'Manburg. This is L'Manburg." You stretched out your arms to the others who were gathering armor and polishing their weapons for the battle yet to come.

You smiled knowing this will all end soon, you wouldn't be in a cave anymore, you wouldn't have to hide the fact that you knew where Wilbur was and that he was planning the attack, Pogtopia will be no more and L'Manburg would be back.

"L'Manburg will be back." You said while taking a sword out of a chest.

"Sure." You heard him scoff beside you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked slightly offended. Wasn't he fighting for the same thing?

"I dont know. Revolutions always fall." He turned his back to you and walked away leaving you to your own thoughts.

You hated it. He was right, he was always right and you hated it. And everyone else did too, they knew he was right. It wasnt what the majority wanted, we wanted L'Manburg while he didn't want to be held by government in the first place. That's what he meant that day in Pogtopia.

L'Manburg, one defeated, was now growing once more. After the "end" of L'Manburg you couldn't forgive him. Your anger and the feeling of betrayal kept growing and growing everyday, every time you picked up that damned sword he gave you. It was the best sword you had, you had enchanted it multiple times. You had to use it, but the only thing was the memories that came with it.

Your anger only worsened as time went on, having to hear about Technoblade and how he was such a threat to L'Manburg only made you want to destroy him and the past you two had created. That would be the closure you needed, but someone was already three steps a head of you.

In spite of your anger you and Quackity had the most magnificent idea to make a gang to finally kill Technoblade for the sake of L'Manburg. The idea was to go confront him at his house and take him back to L'Manburg for an execution. You were on board with the idea 100%. This was better for L'Manburg and better for yourself, finally someone who got you.

Quackity and you planned tirelessly to try and get Technoblade's location and bring him back. The Butcher Gang was made from the cabinet of L'Manburg. During these long days you two grew closer, you two were so different in ways of thinking, but you two shared the same end goal which worked out in your favor. You two went through hell and back just to find out that the easiest way to get to Technoblade was sitting in L'Manburg right at that moment. Philza, some may say Technoblade's only friend at the moment. He was loyal to Technoblade and you dont blame him at all, but you needed to find out where his companion was.

It was all going well, the Butcher Gang had put Phil on house arrest and Tubbo had found a compass that led them straight to Technoblade's location. Everything was going well and according to plan, you didnt want to show it on your face as you saw Technoblade's house from the spot in the woods the Butcher Gang was hiding in, but you wanted this so badly. You didnt where he was going to be, he could've came and bestowed more destruction. It was like knowing he was there, but not knowing when he was going to strike.

The anxiety that came with not knowing where Technoblade was always with you, but now it wont be.

The Butcher Gang ended up taking Technoblade by force back into the city. You were proud that you were all able to get the blood hungry pig-man to come back with you all. He was behind bars with an anvil hanging high over his head. As Tubbo gave his speech your short lived happiness soon faded as a man appeared and smoke filled the area. You started to get attacked by what seemed like Dream and Punz while Tubbo continued to yell for Quackity to pull the lever to finally kill Technoblade.

"Pull the lever Big Q!"

"Kill him Quackity!" You yelled with him.

He did it. The anvil fell fast towards Technoblade's body, but as fast as the anvil landed on him his skin, bones, and blood regenerate and return to its normal state. Your eyes widened as the totem in his hand began to disintegrate into gold dust.

"DAMMIT!" You yelled in agony while Ranboo and Fundy continued to fend off Dream and Punz until they retreated.

Once they did you realized Technoblade was gone, you saw him in the distance running away from the scene, but you couldn't let this happen. You couldn't let the fear of Technoblade being out there doing God knows what forever. The fear of him boiled in your heart as you broke out into a sprint towards Technoblade.

As you ran into a more secluded area you heard footsteps behind you. You glances back to see Quackity following your lead with an axe in his hand. Slowing down a bit you both ran side by side.

"Let's get this son of a bitch!" Quackity huffed as you both came across a cave.

You both knew Technoblade was in there so you both prepared for the mental and physical pain you would both endure. This wasn't like the Butcher Gang where it was 5 against 1, it was 2 against 1 and you've seen Technoblade fight this fight before.

"You ready to kill this bastard?" He calmed his breathing down.

"Of course I am." You kept your eyes foward.

You walked deep into tha cave to see 6 chests and a sign that said "final control room", that bastard. Wanting to be quiet you tried to sneak up on Technoblade, but Quackity's anger got the best of him.

"What the fuck is this Technoblade?! What the hell are you doing here?" He asked gripping his sword too tight.

"It not what it looks like." Technoblade airly laughed. He had an enchanted pickaxe in his hand and an open chest with netherite armor.

"How the hell did that anvil not kill you?!" Quackity yelled.

Technoblade started laughing, he was laughing, he was taunting us. "Do you really think that death can stop me? That you could kill me that easily."

Your emotions tried to get the best of you as you tried not to let frustrated tears fall onto your cheeks.

"How did you do it? What... How did you even do that?"

"You think that can stop me Quackity?" Technoblade asked again.

"Just answer the fucking question!" You yelled before either of them could speak. It was silent for a while before Technoblade slowly spoke up.

"A totem. I used a totem of undying. I always have it on me." He smugly said.

He continued on. "You know what?! You know what? Ive got a lot to say, I was gonna say it at the trial, but we got a little bit interrupted. You know I tried convincing you guys that government was not the answer, the government was actually the cause of all your problems!"

You rolled your eyes as he continued his infamous speech.

"I tried to convince you guys by fighting alongside you as brothers and you cast me aside, you used me. I tried to use force, but you still formed a government! And when I went into hiding, when I retired, when I swore off violence, you hunted me down, you hurt my friends." Technoblade finished.

"Techno you dont understand what we're fighting for!" You started finally finding your voice. "I thought you were for us! You were always against us!"

"I was always for you! I needed you guys to understand!"

"We needed YOU to under-"

Technoblade interrupted you. "You dont understand me! You never did!"

"At least I fucking tried and you gave me so much shit for it! I wanted to be you Technoblade. I wanted to see life through your eyes, I was fascinated by how you walk, fight, your mind."

Your anger began to subside as you continued to speak. "But, you made me lose all my faith and trust in you."

Technoblade laughed again. "Same here! You guys left me! Betrayed me so-"

"So the feeling is mutual." You growled.

It was quite for a minute, but you could feel Quackity's sympathetic stare as you poured your feelings out to a man who dosen't even matter to you.

"They warned me about this." Your arms gestured to the area the three of you were in.

"About what?" Technoblade scoffed.

"About you." You stared at Technoblade. It wasn't a glare, it was more calm.

"Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy...Even Ranboo." You airly chuckled.

You had stopped talking trying to get yourself back together. Quackity caught that you weren't talking anymore so he spoke up.

"What we have up there is a country and what we need here is organization and power. And I dont care how long it fucking takes me or what I have to do to get you Techno. Im going to fucking kill you. Im going to kill you Technoblade." Quackity gripped his axe in his hand.

"I just have one question Quackity." Techno smirked.

"What do you have?" Quackity responded and you took the sword out of the sheath hanging on your hip.

"Do you think you two are enough to kill me? Even unarmed with iron armor?" Technoblade closed the chest that held netherite armor signaling he didn't need that. "Do you think you both could take me?"

"Oh we do." You spoke up. "We need this, Technoblade."

"You know what?" Quackity rose his axe and you followed suit. "Lets find out you son of a bitch!" He charged towards Technoblade and you followed close behind.

Technoblade started running out of the long cave, but you two followed. He threw potions on the ground as he turned around and fought us head on. You were able to get a couple of cuts and hits on him, but he was cutting you more with his pickaxe.

The thing about Quackity was that he thought he was invincible. He kept going full force towards Technoblade, hopefully he would focus on him so you could finally get a critical hit on him. Your heart rate kicked up as your face came too close to his pickaxe. And it kept going, each swing he took towards you became closer and closer until Quackity slashed his arm with his axe.

Technoblade whipped his head his way. "I have a pickaxe and I'll put it right through your teeth!"

Technoblade swung his axe and slashed Quackity's face, including his eye. He then turned his pickaxe to the flat side and swung it, hitting the side of his head. The blow to his head sent him flying against one of the walls of the cave, knocking him out.

He then turned to you and in a flash you could tatse the metal of his pickaxe as it swiped across your face blinding one of your eyes as well as Quackity's. He had hit you on the side of the head like he did with Quackity. Your body was aching as you fell to the ground, your mind slowly shutting down. You were loosing a lot of blood quickly, and so was Quackity. You two knew you were going to find the strength to get out of this cave and follow Technoblade's path out.

You laid on the cave's cold floor realizing that this was a mistake. You were too loyal, easily swayed, you were a follower. You never knew when to stop, from L'Manburg to Pogtopia to The Butcher Gang you seeked things you couldn't have. You couldn't have L'Manburg, neither Pogtopia, you couldn't kill Technoblade and ease your fears snd anxieties. You need to seek that some where else.

Your mind began to slip, and you fell into unconsciousness.

You should've learned. He was right. Revolutions always fall.

The Butcher Gang was a mistake.

Dear Technoblade,

I remembered the day. It still pains me. The day you spawned those wither. I thought you were the traitor, but turns out I was wrong at the time. Im sorry for that.

I also remember when you left me for dead. But I made it out as you see.

But now I am resigning from L'Manburg. Im going my own way, my own path, and I don't want you on my path.

Think of this as closure, something I never got. As I am writing this I dont know why I am giving you closure, lifting a weight off of your shoulders, you dont deserve it.

I know people say that to you alot.

You really made a dent in this damned place.

I hate what you're doing. You get to live in solitude while we get to live in the debris you left here. I wanted to be like you.

I hate to say it, but I learned a lot from you. I hated what I learned, about myself, about you, about the current state of this horrible place.

I wont make the same mistakes again

Are you satisfied now?

- an old friend ♤

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yet again im back on my bullshit so... (gazes with mixed feelings at the TV show Firefly) i could fix him.

my extremely long thoughts about my Own Personal Good Version of Firefly (with plenty of spoilers for the show and the movie) under the cut:

things that are getting axed first thing no question:

out with the whole “let’s add in a thin veneer of Chinese cultural aesthetics out of context for ~flavor~” deal. just no.

instead, let’s hire some actors from a bunch of different cultures and work with them to figure out how their characters would bring those cultures into space with them!! and also hopefully bring some experiences with immigration/alienation/travel into it, since the Whole Core of Firefly is about how humanity always brings our doomed and silly and stubborn and unique warmth with us even into the cold void where nothing is familiar or homey in the slightest.

let’s respect our sex worker character shall we?

i do appreciate that Inara’s work as a companion is described as legitimate and well respected in the show. however please stop having your captain and hero call her a wh*re every five seconds against her clearly expressed wishes and portraying this as just a totally acceptable thing

let’s be more respectful of our characters of color and also have some more diversity, shall we?

others have put it better than me but yeah, the way Zoe and Book are treated is very uncomfy, and the rest of the show is depressingly monochromatic. come on let’s do better.

stop the weird confederacy hat tips

again others have pointed these out with much more thoroughness than I could, but the names of some characters and locations, as well as some of the language used to describe the browncoats, has uncomfortably confederate vibes. instead i propose we very Clearly tip our hats to the Alliance equaling space capitalism instead! you can’t go wrong with space capitalism as a villain.

don’t! make! the! psychotic! character! violent!

listen i love River Tam with my whole heart. but you should absolutely not portray your only character with psychosis as violent because of that psychosis!!!!!!! and yeah, a huge part of her character is that her brain got fucked up by the alliance and so she hallucinates and is also a super ninja. but like. she doesn’t need to be a super ninja for her character to work, okay? the crew does not need to be scared of her for her character to work, okay??? more on this later bc it would take a lot of care and nuance to make her character work but i really think it can be done

things we are absolutely keeping:

found family tropes my fucking beloved

this should be self evident. this is why the show is as appealing as it is despite its flaws, at least in my eyes.

malcolm reynolds, the knight in dusty armor

there’s something so appealing to me about what Mal stands for. because at his core is this ridiculous, silly, stubborn, doomed devotion to what he thinks is important and right, a romantic idealism thinly covered by cynical cowboy platitudes that he thinks make his bleeding heart totally invisible. and he is so obvious and entirely incorrect. bless. this is a man who will do anything for his family, who charges into swordfights to defend his friend from a man who wants to turn her into an object despite having no clue how to hold a sword. at his worst, he starts brawls in bars just for the martyr’s thrill of being persecuted for supporting the right; at his best, he inspires downright religious belief from his crew because he represents a romantic and chivalrous and doomed dedication to the right thing over any practical concerns. and then he throws a “selfish” quip over it with 100% confidence that everyone fell for his clever distraction and believes him to be a dirtbag. he’s oblivious and ridiculous and god he makes me want to be a better person because he’s just so goddamned sincere. stupid, but sincere. 10/10 himbo. <3

Mal and Inara ultraslowburn friends to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to friends to...

there’s nothing i love more than a ship that’s just two people who know each other way too well, and they’re each the only one who knows the other well enough to call them out on their bullshit. the way Mal and Inara interact in the show sometimes makes me uncomfy but like. the core of their relationship has to stay.

space western aesthetic

i need the cows on a spaceship scene to stay like i need air okay

that sweet sweet religious shit

mal, who lost his faith in gd and a whole lot else during the war. who lost his faith in himself, and now feels he has to hide the part of him that still wants to be good, because he knows he can’t be anymore, and he feels like it’s embarrassing for a guy like him to want something so unattainable. who takes a preacher on board, and the preacher has lost something, too. the preacher has his own past, and his own questions. but not questions like the observant neurodivergent girl, the one who wants to interact with and understand this thing that’s so important to him, but it just doesn’t click with how her brain works and she feels like something needs to be fixed, either the Bible or herself. and Mal takes care of them all, and slowly, he begins to find gd again, not in a prayer but in humanity. humanity doesn’t need to be fixed, like the alliance thinks. the shining imperfect strawberry sweetness of it in his family’s smiles is something to be worshiped and served and devoted to. and he finds he has something to believe in again. (and his crew find that he’s given them someone to believe in, too. and maybe suddenly he’s a saint.)

and finally, my brilliant ideas as to what i would like to add:

TRANS WOMAN KAYLEE RIGHTS

listen her femininity is so important to me okay? it’s so thrilled about everything that’s pretty, from dresses to the spaceship’s electric innards, and it’s so non-traditional and grease stained until it’s not and it’s pink and ruffly and twirly, and she never sees any of it as a contradiction, because none of it contradicts, it’s all just her! her gender is warmth and love and prettiness, feeling pretty and appreciating the pretty and making her friends’ days pretty too.

i want us to find out she’s trans in that episode with the ball, and i want us to find out alongside Mal who just never asked or never realized. Kaylee gasps and squeals at the dress in the shop window and Mal makes an off handed, ill considered comment, and then... someone yanks him aside and hisses a few very significant words in his ear. and suddenly he remembers what the blue white and pink she painted all over the engine room means, and he knows he has something to make right. so he buys her that dress himself and lets her know just how pretty she looks, and when he walks into that ball with her displayed on his arm like something precious, he looks the proudest out of any man there. and she notices. for a few seconds, of course, until there’s chocolate, and ‘nara, and a chandelier—and some horrible girls, but she’s used to that, until—suddenly, she finds her people. a group of old men who light up when she jokes about compression coils and whack presumptuous boys who ask her to dance. they adopt her as a treasured granddaughter, and Mal is beaming at her like a proud dad, and she finds that one of her new elderly friends gazes a little too long at her bracelet, and so she gives it to xem and teaches xem a few new words, and... it’s a good day, huh? it’s a really good day. (of course, then the captain has to go and punch somebody in the face, but it was a real nice party up until then.)

also she and Simon are both transhet t4t im correct and you know it

time for a better River Tam

the first thing we’ve established is that this version of her is not unpredictably violent and the crew is not scared of her!!!! it makes no sense to take a kid who’s primarily brilliant, experiment on her brain, give her telepathic powers....... and tack on the fact that she also has super strength and speed and dexterity and what not, AND say that they programmed her to be super violent. no! no. not only is that extremely harmful rep, that’s also just stupid.

instead!! my version of River is in fact not terrifying to the crew, but is actually the one they feel safest around. River has always been totally blunt, she was one of those kids you could tell realllllly early was autistic, and she doesn’t like being disengenous at all. so you can always trust her to tell the truth and not play weird passive aggressive games or have any hidden agenda, which makes her just a really chill person to be around. also, one of her longtime special interests is music and dance, so whether or not she’s nonverbal on a given day, there will always be some sort of beautiful sound when she’s around. she does have the singing voice of a dying crow unfortunately but that’s ok bc Simon’s is even worse and they’re both incredibly competitive so you’ll at least get free entertainment out of the affair.

my version of River does have psychosis and hallucinations because of the trauma of the experiments, and they are really troubling to her. she and Simon work together to find ways to cope and meds that help, and it’s a process, but there are some things that help.

the only thing she gained from the academy was the ability to hear people’s thoughts and sense the future a little bit. and yeah, that led to her picking up a few spooky secrets at the beginning, which, yikes. and for a while, it was hard to figure out which voices were real and which were hallucinations. but around her friends, she always feels safe to ask “did you just think about triple cheese burritos or was that just a me thing?”, and they’ll always tell her the truth no matter how embarrassing their thoughts are, bc it’s important to all of them to respect her and help her sort accurately through what’s reality and what’s not. and bit by bit, she gets better and better at figuring out what kinds of things tend to be telepathy and what kinds of things tend to be psychosis, and that each one feels a little different. and because of the trust and respect and support of her found family she’s able to do that in a safe environment!!!

trans man Simon rights

listen i wanted to keep him as just a side note on Kaylee’s list but he is my son and he’s important to my heart so here goes

out on the outer rim where Kaylee’s from, gender ain’t much of a big deal, there’s an individualistic quality to life out there, and so if the trail you blaze is the trail of a woman or a man or neither or both, that’s respected even in the rare cases where it’s not outright encouraged. but in the inner planets, where competition and connections and public faces and family names are everything, you have to be what’s expected of you to survive. you can’t change your brand, you can’t be anything other than what your family planned for you since before you were born, it’s incredibly hard to survive in such a hyper competitive environment, and so your very identity becomes just a tool in how to market yourself for better success.

needless to say Simon (just as autistic as his little sister and also very trans) fuckin hated it there. but he was very good at it. correction: he was very good at his very specific field of STEM, good enough to where people stopped talking about how cute he looked in bows and started talking about how impressive his work was from a very young age. and his work had no gender. he could be whatever he wanted to in equations. so that was where he could express himself, and gd, he got so much praise for it, he never wanted to stop.

not until he discovered that his sister needed him, and ran away, and needed a disguise, and realized... suddenly, every stifling rule and prying eye was a million miles away. he was freefloating, freefalling, with none of the charted paths he’d been following all his life... so you know what? fuck it. he’s always enjoyed the name Simon. and since it’s not on any legal records, it’ll make him just that much more untraceable.

and on Serenity, starting over with new people who never knew him before his transition feels like an unbelievable blessing that just dropped right into his lap. he has to keep up the secrecy, he has to make sure they never find out who he used to be, because gd, it’s so nice when they look at him and say his name right, and he doesn’t know if he can handle losing that, not when it’s so new and so important to the person he’s finally becoming. but then one day, the unthinkable happens, the wanted posters for his arrest have an old name on them, they’re looking for the Tam sisters, and... nothing changes. the crew of Serenity could not give even a tenth of a percent of a fuck, and it doesn’t seem like they even know they’re supposed to. huh. that’s new. Simon could get used to that, he thinks.

i’m sure there’s more i could add, but it’s 4:30 in the morning now, so if more occurs to me, ill simply add it in a reblog tomorrow. if you’ve read down this far, i am in love with you. please let me know your Better Firefly ideas, too, bc im always down to yell about this show!!!

#firefly #Serenity #in which i choke out joss whedon with my bare hands and rescue his characters and give them better homes #ollies fix it series #malcolm reynolds #ollies personal good firefly canon

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