#the ending is kinda... nothing of that sort happens in the movie but i wanted this to have its own version of vfd
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near dark (1987) but make it asoue
@carnivorous-horses-lover first of all, thank you for enabling me
Secondly, imagine, if you will, a small-town young man who works at his stepfather's farm. The young man's name is Fernald, and his life is pretty miserable - his attempt at an acting career in the City failed, forcing him to return to his hometown, and now he's stuck in a routine he doesn't enjoy. His relationship with his stepfather Widdershins isn't great - in part, probably, because his stepfather is a pretty miserable man too, a former sea captain now bound to live on land after sustaining injuries that made him unfit for life at sea. Nearly the only bright spot for Fernald is his teenage sister, Fiona - she's talented and smart, and surely won't become a failure like him.
One evening, as Fernald is getting drunk at the bar after a particularly angry row with his stepfather, he meets a cute and charming person called Orlando (I think this name would fit in fine in this AU - iirc, Sunny refers to the Henchperson like that at some point either in the books or in the series, and Virginia Woolf's Orlando is able to live for centuries without growing old). They hit it off right away, and damn, this might be the drink talking, but Fernald feels like he's falling in love. At the end of the night, just before sunrise, as Orlando is about to leave, he kisses them.
And then Orlando bites him. Bites him and sucks his blood.
After that, Orlando runs away without explanation, so at first, Fernald doesn't understand what has happened to him. But then the rising sun starts burning his flesh. As he's trying to hide in the shade, an RV drives up, and Orlando pulls him in. Inside, he finds a group of people all screaming at Orlando that they should kill Fernald, but then Orlando tells them that they've already turned him, and, after some discussion, the strangers inform him that they'll let him live - for now. Fernald learns that his new acquaintances are a band of vampires who roam the Land of Districts under the guise of a travelling acting troupe. The band is led by Count Olaf, a man claiming to have been an 18th century nobleman. Apart from him and Orlando, there's Olaf's girlfriend Esme, a Bald Man, two White-Faced Women, and Carmelita, a tween girl recently turned by Esme when the latter decided she wanted a daughter. They travel from town to town, kill people to feed, and occasionally steal a new vehicle and burn the old one to cover up their tracks.
The Count and the others tell Fernald that they're going to give him a probational period of sorts - he gets a week to learn to hunt, and if he doesn't, they're going to get rid of him. The problem is, Fernald can't make himself kill people. His thirst is strong and he can feel his organism starting to reject human food, but he cannot overcome his fear and disgust. Orlando helps him by hunting for him and feeding him their blood after they have fed themselves, but they tell him this cannot go on, and Fernald knows that eventually he has either to become a murderer or be murdered. In the Village of Fowl Devotees, where the vampires attack a bar, he fails to kill a local handyman and lets him escape. Everyone but Orlando is furious and wants to kill him, but then the police arrive, and Fernald risks his life to help the rest of the group escape. This pacifies the vampires, and they decide to give him more time to adjust.
Meanwhile, Widdershins and Fiona follow the trail of the vampires' rampage from town to town, hoping to catch up with Fernald and see if he can still be saved. They meet the handyman, Hector, who has seen which direction the vampires drove off to. After driving all day, they decide to stay at a motel, not knowing that Olaf's troupe is also staying there. At some point, while Widdershins isn't present, Fiona goes out of their room and runs into Carmelita. They strike a conversation, and Carmelita, happy to finally have someone her age to talk to, invites Fiona to their room. When Fiona sees her brother, she is overjoyed, but he immediately gets worried and tells her to leave. It is, however, too late: Carmelita wants a friend, and even though Olaf hates the idea, Esme is still fond enough of her toy - pardon, her child - to indulge her whims.
Luckily, Widdershins arrives and threatens the vampires with a gun. A scuffle ensures, and the whole family, including Fernald, manages to escape. For some reason, Widdershins is sure that a blood transfusion might help Fernald revert to human state. They try it, and it works.
The family returns home and wards the house against vampires ("but Stepfather, how do you even know all these things?" - "don't worry about it"), yet it turns out they've been followed. At night, Orlando comes and persuades Fernald to go out and talk to them. They try to convince Fernald to let them bite him again and go back with them, but eventually, unable to lie anymore, they break down and reveal that the other vampires made them distract him. Turns out that while they were talking, Olaf's troupe somehow broke through the protection of the house. Fernald discovers that his stepfather is grievously wounded and his sister is gone. Widdershins tells him that the vampires took Fiona away and urges Fernald to follow them. Fernald calls the ambulance for his stepfather and leaves to chase the troupe, who have by then picked up Orlando and driven away. He is attacked by the Bald Man and the White-Faced Women, but manages to defeat them.
Orlando, who is genuinely in love with Fernald, decides to risk incurring Olaf and Esme's wrath and help Fiona escape. Together they break out of the car and run towards Fernald. The sun is rising, and Orlando has to cover themselves with a jacket, because the sun keeps burning them. Furious Olaf and Esme, with Carmelita in the backseat, pursue them and attempt to run them over with their car. Fernald manages to push Fiona and Orlando away, but the car crashes into him, and he passes out.
He regains consciousness in the same small - and, honestly, shady-looking - hospital where his blood transfusion was performed. He is aching all over, and one of his hands has been amputated, but he's alive. Fiona is there, and so is his father, bruised but still standing - and Orlando, who has also been cured by a blood transfusion. Another person present, strangely, is the handyman from the Village of Fowl Devotees. He tells them that the car with the vampires exploded in the crash, but no human remains were found when the fire was extinguished. Perhaps they burned to ashes completely. Perhaps not.
Okay, says Fernald, what the hell. Why are you here? How did Stepfather know that the blood transfusions would help? What kind of hospital is this?
Widdershins and Hector share an awkward glance.
There used to be an... organization some years ago, they tell him. An organization created to battle supernatural threats. It was founded long ago by people privy to the secrets of the world. But it has been dying out for decades, and their generation was the last. Too many died, too many quit out of fear (Hector looks away, embarrassed), too many were seduced by the occult and joined the other side. But the few still remain - the ones who don't seek out the enemy actively, but still remember how to fight against it.
They call themselves volunteers.
And it seems no one can hide from what one is forever.
#the ending is kinda... nothing of that sort happens in the movie but i wanted this to have its own version of vfd#and it could probably be integrated more smoothly but i can't think of anything better at the moment#anyway! near dark! a good vampire road movie. highly recommend#asoue#a series of unfortunate events#fernald widdershins#captain widdershins#fiona widdershins#hector#henchperson of indeterminate gender#count olaf#esme squalor#carmelita spats#gella talks snicketverse#talk talk talk#snicketverse
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Sweets
C/TW: Mentions of sex but otherwise nothing bad.
Nah but imagine Vox knowing you have a crush on him and heās thinking like, yeah I could take advantage of thisāmeaning āhell yeah I get laid and an attractive partner? Sign me upā. Regardless of what your relationship with him is, he is interested and down to fuck and have a possible sexual relationship with you from here on out. So he makes his move by inviting you to his personal living quarters in the Vee Tower. You walk in, heart fluttering about at the prospect your crush wanting to spend time with you, and are quickly met with Vox. He of course puts the moves on you; charming smirk, the correct choice of words, arm wrapping around your hips or your waist as he pulls you in closer to him. He hints at somethingāa burning desire. Youļæ½ļæ½re flustered in his arms. Heās thinking, yeah heās got this in the bag. But then you push on his chest and unwrap yourself from his arm. Wait what? āVox,āāYouād start, āIām flattered butā¦Iām not that kind of person.ā You then excuse yourself and before Vox knows it, heās standing alone in his living quarters. Youāre into him? He knows this. What happened? Despite his annoyances with the results, he still persists. He spends the next several weeks trying to seduce you, flirting with you very sexuallyānot Valentino level but still sexually charged. Yet every time he gets shot down. One day heās ranting to Velvette about it to which she rolls her eyes and scoffs, āIs sex the only thing you can think about?ā Velvette whips out her phone, pulling up your social media pages, all your likes, comments, reposts, music playlists, shows and movies you watch, ect,. āTheyāre a romanticāA fucking sweet one at that. Taking advantage of their feelings just so you can get your dick wet whenever you want isnāt gonna get you anywhere, darling.ā Vox spends a few days thinking it over. Okay so a more romantic approach. But he tried inviting you over! He even set the mood and everything. Though it was with the hope thatā¦it would quickly lead to having you naked on his bed. He probably has some sort of mental war with himself about it too. Like whyās he trying so hard? It isnāt until he spots you on one of his cameras where he realizes he may want something much more than just sex with you. But is it too late? Did all his attempts at wooing you really scare you away? He watched with bated breath as you sat on a water fountain, gingerly typing away on your phone. You were wearing the loveliest looking spring dress/shirt. You looked soā¦beautiful. So sweet. So innocent. And romantic. A type of romance that seemed like it didnāt exist in hell. He was so mesmerized he didnāt even realize a second figure coming to sit next to you. He only realized when you put your phone down and smiled sweetly at the person. Who was this person? Why are you so close together? Why do you look like youāre blushingā? Oh. Itās a date.
As a hopeless romantic, reading Vox x Reader fics and so many of them having some kind of sexual undertone or more mature tone makes me kind of sad. I truly love tooth rotting fluffy romance. Thinkāpicnic in a cherry blossom field while wearing the strawberry dress. So I wanted to write a little (not so little, it kinda got away from me) imagine where Voxās idea of romance clashes with readers and it ends up only pushing them away. So yeah. Hereās that. I mean no disrespect to everyoneās fics of them thoātrust me theyāre delicious in every way possible but I just really need to feed my hopeless sweet romantic side for a bit <3
#hazbin hotel#x reader#vox#hazbin hotel vox x reader#vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel x reader#fluff#kinda angsty#I really wanted a more sweet fun innocent love okay lol#in my delusions he calls me sweetheart
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Just the Two of Us
chapter summary: there is nothing like arguing with your pretend āhusbandā, right?
pairing: gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader
wc: 2,9k
warnings: swearing, argument, adult life is kinda hard, higher-ups are fools, angst from Megumi, mature themes, slight mentioning of sexual activity, spoilers (manga, anime, movie).
author's note: well, we began here. I hope you like it, and I can write you more. I'm still experimenting with style, and genre, so please be understanding. You're welcome to leave some notes and comments to help me grow :3 I would appriciate it.
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You used to love summer.
Beautiful weather, long bike rides through the unknown corners of Tokyo, trips to arcades with Suguru, the beach with Shoko and Utahime. Just the good old days.
Now you hate summer.
You feel like a curse has fallen on every summer, starting with the star plassma vessel incident. All the worst things that are supposed to happend, happen in the summer.
And this summer was no exception.
Tsumiki, whose condition no one was able to recognise.
Megumi, who, due to her sister's situation and the stress of his lack of fully mastered powers, made him even more grumpy than ever.
And Satoru.
Oh fuck Satoru
You've never seen him so pissed off, higher-ups have never been kind to you, you've always known that. You've seen it yourself many times. But now? Suddenly now they have a problem with Megumi attending Jujutsu High?
The number of your visits to them has increased dramatically, which has only contributed to constant bickering over really unimportant trifles or hiding grudges where there were none. Your home turned into a veritable minefield filled with anger and bitterness. And every day you wondered what you were going to step on this time.
You knew that if things didn't improve, all those wounds and worries would seep deep into each of you, and you didn't want that.
Even though your marriage only existed on paper, you genuinely genuinely cared for him. And he cared for you.
After Suguru left you didn't think anyone would be able to understand what you were feeling, Satoru proved you otherwise. You were both experiencing the same thing, it brought you together in a way, enough to open up between you and form an alliance of sorts that no matter what fate brought your way, you would deal with it together.
The foundations of a perfect marriage? You laughed under your breath. If this marriage was still made for purposes other than convenience in paperwork and ease of custody. You have never had a wedding, you don't even wear rings, you don't even act like a couple. You are both just good friends who grew up to become good parents. Always complementing each other. At least you tried.
The beginnings were difficult, that's a fact, you were both still young at the time, you didn't know how to do certain things, and raising 2 children was never part of the Jujutsu High education programme.
When you graduated, you both left school with broken hearts, old hurts and the hope that your dream of a better future for the young would become a reality. There was almost no talk of romantic feelings.
Almost.
On the day of your fifth wedding anniversary, out of boredom and slight compulsion, because you should at least celebrate the round anniversaries of your arrangement, you opened the sake that Nanamin had bought you for your first anniversary. As a conpensation for saving him from death on that day, which was technically supposed to be free for you. Both of you ended up on the couch, after drinking the entire bottle, fucking like the horny teenagers you still were somewhere deep inside. Satoru never had a strong head. Both of you, in the morning after a strong moral and general hangover, decided that it was better not to return to this situation and just forget about it. As far as this situation can be called a romantic feeling. Although you wouldn't call it that.
Satoru did not know the concept of personal space. And everyone who knew him was able to confirm this. Interestingly, you were the only one who was able to get close to his real personal space. Sleeping in the same bed with you for so many years, he had learned to reflexively switch off his infinity and cuddle with you in his sleep. At first the single bed was because you couldn't afford more than one, Satoru wasn't yet the head of the clan at the time and thus didn't have access to this sizeable fortune. Over time you just got used to it and the idea of sleeping separately seemed strange to you.
You caught yourself dreaming of a bed and his warm arms after another hard mission. You know he had the same thoughts coming really late at night, just to undress himself, and hug into you.
You both crawled into your routines. You've built what you dare to call 'home' on these foundations.
It was not perfect, the life of a jujutsu sorcerer was never strewn with roses or easy decisions but this 'home' was yours. You knew it along with him. And you were proud of what you had achieved together.
You didn't want all that had been built up with your hard work to be undone by one really hard summer. You didn't yet know how you were going to resolve the situation and how to talk to Satoru about it, but one thing you were sure of - you weren't going to give up.
There really is something wrong with this time of year, you sighed as you entered the flat you were renting.
"I'm back." you said rather loudly, you knew Megumi should be home at this hour. You went to the kitchen, put away the shopping nets you had made earlier and began to arrange the goods you had bought, leaving only what would serve for tonight's dinner. You took a small box of strawberry mochi out of the nets, you knew they had been going around Satoru's head lately. You placed them on the kitchen counter, adding a small heart sticker. For some strange reason, everyone in the household liked how you added those colourful stickers, even Megumi loved them, though he wouldn't admit it like Tsumiki did.
My little Tsumiki.
You were angry with yourself, unable to recognise what had actually happened to her and why it had happened so suddenly. You were angry that no one could recognise it. The amount of time you spent guessing, trying to recognise and the trial and error method, exceeded the numbers you knew. You tried, but it wasn't enough. You blamed yourself in advance for not defending her against it.
"What's for dinner today? I'm starving honestly~" you heard a voice behind you and turned around.
"Oh, Satoru, I wasn't expecting you so early. How was the mission?" you had already started preparing today's dinner. Satoru sat down at the kitchen island, not far from you.
"Can we not talk about this shit?" he sighed playing with some dark-haired boy's pencil.
ohā¦it's bad, isn't it?
"We can." you replied trying to think of something quick to talk to him about. "I bought you something." you pointed towards a small box. The white-haired man just glanced in that direction and a smile dawned on that face again.
"Aww~ Is that for me?" he reached for the casket with his long hand and opened the lid. "Did I mention you're the best wife in the world?" his giggle would be heard from down the street.
Of course Satoru loved sweets, especially the ones you bought him, because you always took care when choosing them, not buying just anything, but really what he liked.
"Sometimes you mention it to me." you said, throwing all the ingredients into the pans.
"I should to it more often then," he said with his mouth stuffed with one of the mochi. The sight of his satisfied face really filled you with small happiness.
"Where's Megumi?" you asked while stirring the contents of the pan.
The strongest merely sighed.
"I asked you to avoid difficult topics" his face was again filled with another mochi from the box.
You walked over to him and took the box from him.
"Why? You're so cruel, you know?" he merely asked pouting at the sight of you taking his joy.
"You'll get the rest of the packaging, after the meal." you stressed, and he continued to pout. You put the box back in the cupboard
"So, where's Megumi?" you asked a second time, pressing for him to answer you.
"You know how young people are today, they just leave without asking, without saying anything to anyone" now your sigh was overwhelming.
"You two had a fight, didn't you?"
"Ayay, I wouldn't call it a fight, more of a youthful rebellion on his part, you've been seeing this kind of behaviour more and more lately. You know, he's maturing. Aren't you proud?" you grabbed your temples where am I going to find him now?
"And how long ago he went to hisā¦" you looked at him seriously "ā¦'youthful rebellion'?"
Satoru glanced at his watch "Hmmā¦. Like 3 hours ago?" your eyes were the size of coins "But I'm not sure." he added in wonderment
You're going crazy here.
"And you allowed him to have these rebelions at this hour?" Satoru merely shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what you mean, if he wants to go out then let him go out, he is capable of defending himself, after all he has unlocked to some extent his powers-"
"But not as much as we would like" you sighed "not as much as he would like." you vigorously stirred the contents of the pan, trying to pour all your anger into it so that it wouldn't accidentally be shown in words.
"You're being dramatic, it's only true to a certain extent. He has more potential than anyone else so far, I believe in himā¦. Which doesn't mean he's not a little weak right now." you froze, stopping the wooden spoon you used to turn things in the pan. Your own memories flowed into your head like water.
He had said something like that to you too. When you were still in high school, he could, like a complete asshole, ridicule you for hours and hours, about how you had no powers at all and were weak. You always ended up then in Suguru's arms, who was probably the only one who seemed to know what you were up against in those moments.
As it turned out, his derision found no cover in reality when one morning, after Suguru had left and after your arrangements had been made, you flashed the same eyes at him that he has, explaining to him why he could not use his techniques at that moment. The shock and disbelief that appeared on his face was payment enough, for the lack of apology on his part (for which you are still slightly angry) and for all the mockery you have bravely endured over the years.
You know what it's like to feel weak. You know what it's like when no one believes in you, when you yourself want to give up on yourself, trying to convince yourself that what everyone around you is saying is not true. You know how much hardship and effort goes into not just training, but convincing yourself that you are worth something. You don't want Megumi to ever experience the same sense of powerlessness that you had to endure. Especially not from the same person you had to endure it from.
"Did you tell him that?" you asked, glancing over your shoulder at him, trying to control yourself.
"What?" he asked still playing with the pencil in his hand.
"That he's weak." you must have said it really threateningly because Satoru's face immediately changed expression, you were able to see it right away despite his bandages.
"I didn't necessarily use those words." he said moving his gaze from your face to the pencil.
You took the frying pan off the fire and gave the pot of water in its place.
You sighed gathering in yourself not to do anything stupid today, although he really asked for it.
"You can't spill such words right and left. Not you in particular. " you said it as calmly as you could, turning towards him.
"I don't see the problem. I told the truth, besides I also stated the fact that he has potenc-"
"Of course everyone for you is weak, Gojo" he knew that when you addressed him by his last name, something was wrong or he fucked something up. "Which doesn't mean that everyone wants to hear about this fact. Do you realize what he's going through?" you asked the question into the ether, after a second adding "Well, yes, of course you don't, you've always been the strongest after all." The stupidity of your statement was killing you. You were able to understand his lack of competence in identifying with those weaker than himself, what you were not able to accept was how he was flaunting it.
"You are not weak." he said this while looking at you intensely.
"And after how long did you find that out? You oppressed me for years. It only changed when I showed you my technique." why do you sound disappointed?
Satoru would be lying if he said that his respect and view of you did not change after you showed him your powers.
"You know the higher-ups don't want to think about letting him go to school, and I don't understand why at this point in time you have to conclude that he is weak."
"Just not this topic, again~ We were already at such a family atmosphere." White-haired growled sighing, squirming in his chair
"What do you mean, I was the one who had to defend him from them again today-" you crossed your arms
"You talk as if I didn't do it myself yesterday" he growled, his voice rising "They keep sending me like an errand dog, on every fucked up mission they can think of, and I do it all without a moment's rest. Today I refused to meet with them, I'm shirking everything I can. I'm sick of listening to old idiots who care about rules that have long since ceased to apply. And! Of course the Zen'in clan has a problem with everything."
"As if your clan was so conciliatory.." you snarked with a wince.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" he indignantly replied.
"I met your mother today and she made it clear that she was 'expecting a grandchild' " you turned quickly to throw things into the pot of boiling water, you could see Satoru grabbing his head "She stated that 'it's my duty as your spouse', it's enough for her that she covered herself in shame when our secret wedding came to light. It surprises me that she is eager to make such statements, not being the head of the clan and still having a problem about what was almost eight years ago."
"Don't worry about it, I'll call her out." Satoru sighed. Despite the fact that you were standing with your back to him now, you could feel his gaze on you.
You needed a break. A break from the curses, the higher-ups, the arguments and the flurry of responsibilities. You knew Satoru needed one too. You stood there in thought, leaning against the countertop and looking at the pot with its boiling contents, when unexpectedly you felt a touch on your waist.
You looked up to see his silhouette pressed against your back. "I'm not the best at words or expressing feelings, as you've become familiar with more than once.." he laid his head on your shoulder "but I don't want you to feel like shit, these last few weeks are probably making you tired too."
Gojo was known for not respecting other people's personal space, this time he used it in a good way. You turned to him and snuggled into his warm torso. He held you in his arms for a few moments, stroking your hair and inhaling the scent of your perfume that he, himself had bought you for Christmas. He casually turned off the cooker, when he decided that what you had thrown into the pot, had cooked.
You didn't even know you needed it. His uniform completely smelled of him, despite the fact that you picked it up from the laundry literally yesterday.
It's funny how much his smell started to be associated with safety for you. Maybe it was because of that one mission where he held you the whole time in his arms when you almost died, or maybe it was just out of habit and years spent with him. You'd swear, you could fall asleep here and forget all your worries.
The sound of your burbling stomach snapped you out of this bliss. You looked at each other, you with an embarrassed face and he with an amused smile.
"It's going to be all right, we'll work something out, as always." he said, kissing you on the forehead. You didn't expect such a gesture from him. He guessed it from your face as he took his hands off your waist, moving away from you and putting his hands back, this time on your shoulders.
"Now let's eat something, you're not the only one who's starving." he said then turned on his heel and headed to his previously occupied seat.
"Find Megumi first, then you'll get your portion." you said and he snorted with laughter "Are you ordering me around?" that smile of his lead you to many things.
"No, I'm giving you a challenge, if you find him quickly your dinner won't get cold." you waved your spoon at him lightly.
His smile only deepened "I can take orders like that every day~" he said then immediately disappeared behind the wall, leaving you alone.
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#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#megumi fushiguro#gojo x reader#fluff#tsumiki fushiguro#satoru gojÅ x reader#masterlist#gojo x you#satoru gojo x you#gojo x y/n#satoru gojo x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#years to come#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu gojo
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SuperBat but they're 2 complete strangers stuck sitting next to each other on a 16-hour long flight āļø
What immediately makes this funny is that if Bruce is flying commercial he's already holding onto his sanity by a thread and is in no mood for bullshit. Clark on the other hand is really excited since it's probably his first time actually using a plane to fly. The daily planet already paid for his ticket and he doesn't want it to go to waste. He's kinda scared coz it's the first time he's had to rely on machinery to stay in the air instead of himself.
This starts off at the check-in queue with Clark claiming Bruce as his airport crush (since he's trying to do all the classic airport things). He's then pleasantly surprised when they're seated next to each other on the plane. This excitement dies pretty quickly when Bruce snaps at him for trying to make conversation.
This gets worse when Bruce (who has the window seat) decides to close the window and turning on the light to read. Since Clark can't look out the window (lead lined paint) to make sure everything's fine and can't sleep to distract himself he starts panicking a bit and ends up fighting with Bruce, telling him to keep the window open. Bruce starts questioning why he's freaking out over nothing and the fight culminates in Clark saying he was the sole survivor of the plane crash that killed his parents coz they threw him out with an open parachute while they blew up so seeing that the sky is clear keeps him calm (which is only sort of a lie if he squints).
Bruce obviously feels like a jerk but he's too stubborn to apologize out loud. Instead, after about an hour of silence, he gives Clark his snacks and looks away. Clark picks up on this being a piece offering and asks Bruce if he wants to watch a movie together. They get to know each other, joking and teasing then at some point during a movie Clark falls asleep on Bruce's shoulder and this is when Bruce realizes he's falling for this stranger he's known for all of 10 hours.
Unfortunately, his bliss is shortlived coz there's some unexpected turbulence. The violent shaking of the plane wakes up Clark who's panicking because if the plan goes down he knows he won't be able to get everyone to land on time and still keep his identity in check. But to Bruce it looks like Clark is having a trauma flashback so he tries to calm him down which surprisingly works when the plan levels out again.
The bad weather does still force the plane to land and all the passengers have to find somewhere to sleep for the night before their connecting flight. Luckily for Bruce, he already owns a penthouses in this city and he asks Clark to stay the night with him if he has nowhere else to go.
Idk what happens after that but I think this would be such a fun plot for a fic.
#Sorry I took so long#worlds finest#dc comics#superbat fanfiction#superbat#clark kent#superman#bruce x clark#superbat fic#batman x superman#dc comic#ask me anything#ask#answered asks#answered#batman#bruce wayne
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YOU'RE NOT SCARED, ARE YA?
wc: 4.1k+
pairing: ghost face!eddie munson x final girl!reader
warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! absolutely no minors!! p in v, dom/sub elements, dark!dom!eddie, naive and innocent!reader, final girl!reader, mean!eddie, fingering, kinda manipulation, slight dubcon, this is kinda dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!!, minor character death, dom!eddie, squirting (??), sub!reader, heavy/graphic smut, knife kink kind of, very brief choking kink, kind of a breeding kink??, praising, degradation (name-calling etc), mean!soft!eddie JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!
summary: you were happy to be a survivor and finally ready to get back to your life after ghost face was caught, but was he actually caught?
authors note: okay so i watched scream 6 yesterday and i had to i just had to write ghost face!eddie !! NOo SCREAM 6 SPOILERS DON'T WORRY OFC !! this is for u wyv OMG hope u like it i kinda have doubts abt it but oh well!! also hope u enjoyed scream 6 omg @sleepy-wyvern the reader is very forgiving and just gives in im sorry for that okay ill write another darker one maybe later pls send me ur ghost face!eddie requests and help me indulge in this fantasy omg xo, em <3 line divider creds to @attxnt
The breeze from the window had you chilling up before you could realize. Your head popping in the direction of the window as your eyebrows furrowed, you never noticed that you had left a window open.
With a sigh you get up to close it, as it's already freezing inside, a creak on the floors causes your head to pop up again, more confused than ever, you look around.
The TV is faintly playing in the background, screams of a woman in the horror movie you are watching is pitching your ears as you hurry to turn the TV off, wanting to see what the noise is about.
As soon as you turn the TV off, you hear another creak, the sound is now familiar to you in an eery way, you feel uneasy as you tiptoe around the living room, looking around to see what is causing the noise.
You shake your head at your paranoid thoughts, it's probably just the noises an old house makes.
Huffing, you make your way into the kitchen, re-opening the fridge for the hundredth time that day as you wait for a meal to magically appear.
Another windy noise behind you catches your attention, you swiftly turn around. Nothing.
Then the loud rang of the phone causes you to jump.
The phone ringing isn't easing your worries, you know the Ghostface murderer who has been roaming around town, killing a bunch of teenagers in Hawkins was caught, but still, it didn't give you comfort as you saw the face of Jason Carver who was being arrested, he looked innocent āas innocent as he could look for someone who was an awful person.
You shake your thoughts as you realize you are being paranoid, the Ghostface killer is caught, you need to calm down, you remind yourself.
"Hello?" You answer the phone calmly, hoping that it's Eddie, ready for him to ease your worries.
"Hello," The distorted voice speaks at the end of the line.
"Yes?" You ask, curiously now, wanting to know who the caller is. You shake off the feeling that the distorted voice reminds you of the ghost face killer, you don't want to believe it.
"Who is this?" The voice asks, and you furrow your brows.
"Who are you trying to reach?" Your voice comes out small, you're still uneasy from the creaking noises and what had happened in town before the killer was caught.
"I don't know." The distorted voice sounds careless.
"You have the wrong number." You answer, any sort of phone call still gives you anxiety. "I'm hanging up" You almost huff, annoyed that it's not Eddie, just some random guy.
"Wait, don't hang up." The voice is soft now
"Why?" You reply, your eyes narrowing.
"Because I think you need to hear this." The voice is mysterious.
"Hear what?" You ask, confused.
"They got the wrong guy." The voice is taunting, and the uneasy, chilling feeling from before is back.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, getting more uncomfortable, you look around, the paranoid feeling setting into your stomach once again.
You thought you had left the ghost face killer thing behind, happy that you survived.
"Jason Carver is innocent." The voice is more direct now, it sends shivers down your spine. "Well, he isn't innocent, but he sure isn't the ghostface killer." The voice chuckles.
"Who's this?" You ask, your voice getting shaky now.
āThe question isnāt who am I, the question is, where am I?ā
"Fuck you, asshole. This isn't funny." You spit, ready to hang up the phone.
"Oh, I'm sure you would beg me to."
"You know what-" Your words are quick to cut off as you are swayed by a mysterious figure, hooded hands cover your mouth as you attempt to scream and squirm.
"That's not going to do you any good, sweetheart." The distorted voice is enough to make you shaky again.
A scream dies out in your throat from the shock, you are left speechless and you feel almost paralyzed.
"Let me go." Your voice is muffled, tears are prickling your eyes.
"You want me to let you go?" The ghostface masked figure tilts its head to the side, you eye him curiously, nodding slowly.
"Don't you wanna know who I am?" The voice is taunting you again, and as much as you want to know, you don't want to give whoever it is the satisfaction.
"Let me go." Your voice is still muffled, a chuckle is heard from the other end.
"I think you know who I am, sweetheart." The voice is oh so familiar now, but you are still in denial as you shake your head.
"I- I don't." You manage to let out in your shocked state, the ghost masked figure chuckles, and the distorting voice is now going back to normal as you are finally hit with the realization.
The figure lets you go as he rips off the ghost face mask off his face, you first see the curls, those curls that you twirled your finger around as you laid in his bed, are now taunting you.
A grinning Eddie is revealed under the mask, you are now shaking as your face is contorted.
No words come out of your lips as you stare at him in shock, hoping for this to be his idea of a sick twisted joke.
"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He is fully smirking, you are speechless, you can't believe that it was Eddie, your Eddie who had been behind the sick killings.
"Eds...?" Your words linger in the air, you feel small, so small.
"Yes, doll." The nickname should make you feel disgusted, you should feel disgusted. But you can't help but still be so enamored with him, you feel disgusted by yourself.
"What... why- How?" Your questions are spiraling, your eyes never leaving his, you want answers.
"It's... you?" You are dumbfounded, and the expression on Eddie's face is something you have never seen before.
"Yup." He's quick to let you know that he really is ghost face.
"I- I don't understand..." You are fighting your tears now, and Eddie walks closer to you to cup your face, still gentle, and you are too shocked to push him away, too comfortable with him that you let him.
"It's not that hard to understand, sweetheart." He chuckles almost, your eyebrows furrow. "Why?" You dare to ask, he clicks his tongue.
"It's simple really."
"You- you killed them, Eddie." Your voice is meek again, it's cracking as your tears freely escape your cheeks, he's quick to wipe them away. His other hand still holding onto the knife.
"Shhh, angel. There's no need to cry, they don't deserve your tears." He attempts to comfort you, but you squirm. "Don't be scared of me angel, 'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." He reassures, and you want to believe him, as much as you're scared, he's Eddie, your Eddie.
"Why- why did you kill them?" You manage to ask between your tears, Eddie's head tilts to the side.
"You're looking for a motive?" He asks. "How about the town "freak" is getting sick and tired of all those assholes calling him a "freak" and a "satanist", so he decides to finally show them how much of a freak he can be, how's that motive for you, hmm?" He taunts, the knife is still behind him, but you feel uneasy.
"Vicki, Tommy H., Carol, Tina..." You name every one of his victims, and it brings a smile to his face.
"I had to do it, sweetheart." His voice is calm and collected.
"Why... why..." You are still in shock.
"Oh, it's easy, sweetheart. Vicki, Carol and Tina were awful to you, d'you remember how they splashed you with their drinks, and laughed while you ran away sobbing, d'you remember that? Cause I never fucking forgot." His voice was harsh now, he was feeling the anger, the pain you had endured in their hands.
"Thought it was funny to humiliate my girl, make her feel bad, and they thought they could fucking get away with it? No chance." He hummed.
"Tommy H. was a fucking asshole, he got what was coming to him, no real loss there." He was talking about these people as if they were disposable, and you hated to admit he was right, you would probably never admit it out loud, but all of them were terrible people, destroying all the people they didn't deem to be "popular".
You look at him, still in shock, you don't know what to say, what to think, especially when Eddie is standing this close to you.
"And Jason?" You asked, your voice was less trembling now, what Eddie had done was horrible, but you didn't feel as scared anymore.
"Oh, he was easy to frame." He grinned. "I couldn't let him get away with fucking touching you at that party, princess." His hands were caressing your cheek now, and you gulped.
"I knew you tried to hide that from me, you knew how angry I would get, you didn't want me to get involved or hurt myself... Robin told me." His voice was more vulnerable now.
"But I'd do anything, fucking anything to protect you, princess. And I did. All of them, deserved what was fucking coming for them." His eyes squinted, you could feel the anger radiating off of him.
"S'all good, now. You have me, to protect you, princess." His hands drooped down from your cheeks, as they traveled across your body, you couldn't help but get chills all over where he touched, you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying this, but you had waited so long, so long for him, and now he was actually giving you what you had waited so long for.
"Eds..." You get his attention.
"They tried to hurt what's mine, they tried to take my girl away from me." He murmured into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your face, and you can feel the smirk forming on his lips.
"But I've got you now, princess. No need to be afraid." His words were late to register in your head, the infamous ghost face killer was in front of you, his body is pressed against yours, and he was telling you all about his murders, and for some reason, you were still not screaming and running away.
"I- I can't." You squirmed, your eyes were getting teary again.
"C'mon, Y/N. No need to make this harder than it is." His hand raised the knife, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.
"You- you killed them, Eddie." Your voice was shaking, you eyed his movements.
"You taunted me... with your calls." Your voice was shaky. "How the fuck am I supposed to trust you?" You gulped, trying to push him away, but he held you in place.
"Baby, I just had to warn you of them... they were supposed to be your friends, do you remember everytime you defended them to me, telling me that they were your friends and that I should be nice, hmm?" He asked, you were ashamed to nod, he was right, he had tried to warn you of them but he never listened.
"But they ditched you the moment you told them what Jason had tried to do to you, they humiliated you... you deserved so much better." His voice was calm as he attempted to comfort you with the knife still in his hand.
"I had to taunt you a little for not listening to me, but whatever I said to you wasn't bad." He reassured, you shook your head.
"But killing them was the only way?" You raised your voice this time, getting confidence from the way Eddie saw you as his soft spot.
"I was protecting you." His calm voice was more irritated now, his gaze landed on yours, and it was piercingly sharp.
"I- I didn't ask you to do that for me." Your voice was shaky, and Eddie tssked as he dragged the knife along your face, you squeezed your eyes shut, afraid.
He noticed your movements, and he was quick to drag the knife away, knowing it had scared you. "No need to be scared of me, princess." He still had that smirk on his face, but he was gentle now.
"Let me go or I'll scream." You demanded, but he just chuckled.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet, angel." He hissed, but he let you go. And you look at him dumbfounded.
"Go on, then. Call the cops, tell them it was Eddie, your Eddie." His eyes narrowed as they watched you, you gulped. He knew where to hit you.
You didn't want him to be in trouble, even after everything, even after how you had tried to hate him in these last five minutes.
"I- I..." You stuttered, and Eddie chuckled.
"Do it, princess, turn me in." He taunted again, and it's like you were unable to move.
"Can't do it, can ya?" The taunting voice was back again. But he wasted no time as he pinned you against the wall this time, standing closer to you than he ever did.
"Knew you wanted me, as much as I wanted you princess." His voice was sultry, the knife that was supposed to scare you was now running against your clothes, and he felt you shiver under him, it makes him feel more in control, and he loved every second of it.
"Look how you squirm with just my touch, princess. I bet you're s'soaked under that tiny little skirt, aren't you?" He questioned, you squeezed your eyes shut, you hated how much you were enjoying this, and you felt disgusted with yourself.
"Let's see." His hands were cold as they landed on your thigh, riding up your skirt as you sucked in a breath.
His touch was so soft and demanding that as soon as his ringed fingers circled around your panties you let out a whimper, Eddieās pants tightening at the sound.
āYou really needed this, huh?ā He whispered against your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck.
"Look at you, squirming under my touch, holding out your pretty little whimpers from me, you want this as much as I do, sweetheart, don't lie to me."
The hand that was holding the knife grazed your thighs, the knife's coldness caused a gasp out of you, and Eddie smirked. "Such a slut." He almost chuckled, and you whimpered at the nickname, Eddie knew you like the back of his hand.
"You enjoying this, princess? You enjoy me making you squirm with the knife I killed the assholes that tried to hurt you?" He questioned darkly, you didn't want to answer, you felt ashamed.
Eddie's hand that circled your panties cut contact, and you gasped, your eyes opening, he cupped your face harshly. "Fucking answer me." You looked into his dark eyes, and you nodded, simply. You needed him.
"Words, need your words." His grip on your cheeks was harsh.
"Yes- yes! I- I need you!" You stuttered over your words but it was good enough for Eddie now as he smirked.
Eddie's rough and demanding demeanor, as well as his protectiveness, was sickly making your panties dampen, you hated to admit it.
His hands let go of your face as they returned to their place, and his finger easily slipped past your panties as they entered into you without warning, you whimpered loudly.
āSāfucking soaked for me, angel.ā He purred against your ear, his hands gliding in and out of you easily as your whimpers were blissful to his ears.
The knife in his hand was still gliding your thighs, his lips harshly collided against yours as you were left out of breath.
āEdsā¦ā The words slipped past your lips in a state pure of euphoria. He focused his one finger on your spot, causing you to almost scream out, as he pushed his other thick fingers into your dripping cunt.
āLook at you, dollā¦ā He murmured.
āI havenāt even fucked you and youāre already dripping. Waiting to get fucked by me, my little slutā He chuckled as his fingers stretched you out, making you gasp.
You were captivated by him and willing to comply to all of his demands. You had been yearning for him to touch you, for you to feel him, for his cock to wreck you utterly.
"Need to get rid of these." He hummed as he swiftly used his knife to cut your panties, you gasped, as the air hit your cunt, whimpering.
"Need... need you." You couldn't take it anymore, you looked up at him doe-eyed, and he almost melted with your words.
"What do you need pretty girl?" He needed more from you.
āNeed you between my thighs.ā You whimper as he groaned at your words. āNeed your cock.ā
"Need your cock, inside of me, fillin' me all the way up." Your words are enough for him to quickly free himself from his pants and boxers.
He hissed as his angry red tip, oozing with pre-cum, faced you.
You licked your lips at the sight, spitting in your free hand and taking him in your hand hungrily, giving his cock a few strokes.
"Atta girl... but no fucking, teasin'" His hands were quick to swat yours away, you pouted.
He took the knife again, this time he freed you of your almost transparent blouse. He recognized that blouse immediately, he could almost always see your tits from them, enjoying the way they jumped up and down when he purposefully hit the curbs when you were inside his van. But now he wanted to see them, fully exposed.
The knife was quick to get rid of the tiny blouse. His eyes devoured your bare breasts flashing him, and he groaned at the sight.
The hand that was free of the knife played with your nipple as he latched onto it, hungrily, sucking, pulling and everything filthy he could possibly think of.
The other hand with the knife was still travelling across your stomach, and then getting closer to your other nipple. always grazing to give you a bit of pain, but a hell lot of pleasure.
"Please, Eds, please." You were begging now, and he loved it.
"Such a lil' slut... begging for me to fuck you, after I just told you I killed all those people..." He mocked, chuckling. You felt your cheeks flush with his words, you were ashamed, but he was far from wrong.
He still had your nipple in his mouth, kissing and nibbling.
"You were fucking made for me." He murmurs.
"This fucking cunt was made for me." He lets go of your nipple, now his hands give your clit a tight pinch.
Eddie lined his angry red tip to your entrance, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt, waiting to be ruined by him.
Without warning, he pinned you further against the wall and pushed himself inside of you, your cunt engulfed him almost instantly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
It was as if your cunt was made for him, gripping him nicely.
He groaned, your pussy was milking him as he felt nuzzled by your warmthness, he was in pure ecstacy, and he never wanted to let you go.
Your whimpers were getting so much louder now, and he never felt more proud. He growled against your ear and choked you out with his free hand,Ā muzzlingĀ out yourĀ cries. He watched the way your tits rose up and down, enjoying the sight, making him sink lower into you.
"Look at you, fuck, princess. Takin' my cock so fuckin' well." He groaned.
"This tight fucking cunt was made for me. Made for me to fuckin' use, perfectly made just for me."
Eddie was sure he was in heaven as he rocked his hips roughly and deeper into you, splitting you open until he was sure you were stuffed with his cock.
āDāyou know how long I wanted to this, princess?ā He asks.
You shake your head, whimpering.
"Up." He demands as he taps your thighs, you oblige immediately wrapping your legs around him.
His thick thighs are pushing your legs wider, āI waited so fucking long to take you. To take this fucking cunt and make it mine, make you mine.ā
āD'you know how much I wanted to stuff you with my cock, fill you to the brim till all that pretty little head of yours would be able to think would be my cock.ā He growled, harshly gripping into you, your hands tugged on his hair guiding him to go faster.
"You wanted this as much as I do, doll. I can tell, I can tell by the way your sweet little cunt is milkin' my cock, lookin' so fuckin' pretty when you're s'fucked out." His voice was dark now, and being filled fully by him made you whimper once again. You nodded your head.
āSāstuffed with my cock that you canāt even speak, baby?ā He asked, smirking. You nodded, needing more, you were moaning loudly now.
āLookinā so pretty beggin' for my cock, I knew you would love the idea of me killing for you, didn't you? You love the fact that I'd do any fucking thing for youā He purred, his hips pushing against you.
You knew it was wrong, what Eddie did was wrong, and you surely knew that him stretching you open with his cock right after he told you he was a murderer was wrong, but fuck, he just felt soĀ damnĀ good.
āNeeded this so badly, needed to stuff this tight lilācunt to the brim, show you who owns it.ā He moaned loudly.
He was quick to slip out of you, and you gasped, he didn't give you any time to process anything as he plunged himself inside your walls in a glorious thrust once again, stretching you open once again, and making you scream out.
āYours, yours, yoursā You murmured, trying your best to adjust to his huge cock again.
Eddie eyed you as you squeezed your eyes shut again, your head fell back from pleasure, your pretty lips were shaped in an 'o' form, and he could tell you were getting close.
āF-fuck, baby. You're squeezing so tight around my cock. You gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked, groaning.
With both of his hands he was now holding onto your waist, the knife in his hands was dangerously close to your skin, grazing every once in a while, and he couldn't help but sickly smile as you had a terrified look in your face as it did so.
Eddie decided you looked so pretty when you couldn't decide if you were terrified of him or you wanted him inside of you forever.
He was pounding into you harder now, and you couldn't help but nod, you wanted to, you needed to cum.
"Needa cum..." You whined and Eddie's eyes glimmered with lust.
āLook at my lil' cockslut.ā He purred.
āCum for me, slut.ā
"Cream my cock, sweetheart."Ā He didnāt stop his movements as he roughly rutted his cock inside of you, your sweet cunt taking all of him as you released around him, gush of wetness pulsing out of you.
"Shit... shit... Look at you, f-fuck." He praised.
"Squirtin' all over my cock, f-fuck, made just for me."
Strained moans escaped your lips as the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with Eddie's groans were all that was filling the room.
"Your cunt gets so tight right after you cum, shit- shit." He moaned, his movements were animalistic now, he wasn't stopping.
"Don't think I can hold much anymore, sweetheart. Need to fill up your sweet fucking cunt." He cooed.
āFuckinā made for me. Youāre mine and mine only.ā He grunted as he pounded deeper into you now.
āGonna fill that tight lil' cunt so deep with my cum, sweets. Paint your walls whiteā He cooed. "Gonna dump my load so fuckin' deep inside you, you'll never get it out, sweetheart."
Eddieās deep growls and his animalistic noises filled the room as he sheathed himself further into you before releasing his warm seeds within your waiting cunt, his hot cum quick to fill your insides, causing you to groan once again.
He let out a last groan as he slowly attempted to come down from his high. He felt ecstatic, his big smirk never leaving his face.
After he caught his breath, his cock growing soft inside of you, he sighed. Finally relaxed, he pulled out of you with a huge grin plastered onto his face as he looked down to admire his work.
His warm cum was leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs. He was quick to stuff back all of his cum that tried to leave your pretty glistening pussy.
"Mine." He murmured as he placed a sloppy kiss against your lips, taking you in his arms as he carried you to your bed, so you could have your well-deserved rest.
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šValentine & White Day Love Transmission ā¦ļø Timeless Pick A Card
In Japan and Korea, Valentine's is when femmes give gifts to hommes; and exactly a month after that, on March 14th, the hommes return that Love with white (preferably) gifts that are expected to be at least three times the value/price of whatever gifts theyād received from the femmesš
Traditionally itās kinda like that. Hmmmā¦ isnāt it obvious the celebration has never had quite any meaning in a country such as Japan and that the festivity is nothing more than a heavily-commercialised youth-tradition focused on the pursuit of shallow material desires?š¤®
Butā¦I guess itās OK; because itās cute anywayš„“
Within the context of this reading, the Valentine and White Day Love Transmission imparts the perfect synchrony of the Love shared by the Divines Feminine and Masculine. It is when affection is given and returned in Love and everything becomes beautiful and worth living for~š
SONG: Space Orphans by Aoba Ichiko
MOVIE: Peter Pan (2003)
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Pile 1 ā Donāt give up just yet; Iām on my way!
8 of Cups Rx, 4 of Pentacles Rx, Knight of Cups Rx
Darling, are you on the precipice of giving up on me?! Do NOT settle for someoneāANYONEāwhoās NOT me! OMG, babe! Iām coming! Divine Timing is just being a bitch but Iām on my way to you!š¦Well, the thing isā¦we both have this annoying thing called a spiritual transformationā¦ Until thatās happenedāand nearly completelyāwe canāt be together just yet. But wait, I promise you itās all worth it in the endš
I mean, why wouldnāt you wait for someone like me? Iām romantic; kind and sweet; I AM RICH; and I will always be there to protect youāI intend to always be your confidant and best friendš„°I will never betray you in any way. Iām your best friend who will skip right next to you on our way to beat up a bitch; figuratively, babeāIām not really the type of person who gets violent LOL
What I do mean is, I want to give you a Life in which you cease to worry about small things. I want it to be that when youāre with me you no longer worry about a lack of means, a lack of warmth, or a lack of security. Youāre somebody who deserves to be loved and to be very happy; and I want to give it all to you. And thatās why itās important for me to become the best version of myself firstš
Iāve got to admit Iāve not always been the nicest, goodest person to have walked on Earth. Iām changing my ways, you know. Iām growing up; Iām developing; Iāve now been awakened and Iām still working on me, so that when I finally meet you, I will not disappoint you. Because I will never want to be a reason you stopped believing in the good of peopleš¤I intend to be the complete opposite of that.
Fall in love with me, my dear. Fall in love with Life again when you meet me. Life is an adventure and finding me has got to be the greatest story ever told. Iāll tell you all of my crazyass stories when we meet. And Iām longing to hear you talk of your losses and triumphs. Weāll both gaze at the stars and wonder how they aligned to have us meet in this lifetime. I will be so grateful.
You know, generally speaking, Iām somewhat of an extrovert and I socialise well and I think quite positively about people. Maybe you will worry that Iām a playa of sort but right now, let me promise you this one thing: IāM NOT! Iām friendly, my love, but it doesnāt mean I wanna fuck somebody whoās not you. I dunno, I kinda have the handsome face of a smooth operator but on the inside, Iām really NOT!š©Iām really quite romantic and I believe in true love.
And honestly, at this point in my Life, I know youāre out there being all destined for me. Youāre all I want. Iām on my way. So donāt you settle for any low-quality slob. Get ready, baby~ KNOCK KNOCK~šŖšŖ
A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVEš»ā¤ļø
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Pile 2 ā Everybody finds Love in the end; you included~
Ace of Cups Rx, 7 of Cups Rx, 4 of Wands
My Dear, I know Life has not treated you too kindly and your heartās been broken too many times. Itās been pretty much like that for me, too! Iāve lived a very lonesome existence, wondering where my people are. Wondering if Iāll ever find Love in this lifetime. I know now that those whose hearts are tender find it harder to truly connect with someone. Weāre not BROKEN! No, weāre not! The āproblemā with us is that we crave soul-deep connections~ And damn, thatās rare, indeedš
You know what Iām doing right now? Iām single as a pringle. Iām not opening my heart to anybody. My colleagues all think Iām crazy, offbeat, and even difficult, just because I aināt settling. Tch, Iām the only one noticing all of their subpar relationships, and some of them are not even the slightest bit happy with the partnership theyāve got. I donāt want that. For fuckās sake I DONāT want that, ever! Iāve always had this strange, inexplicable feeling, that people are supposed to marry whom they love.
I want LOVE. I crave that shit so bad I dunno what Iām gonna do with myselfš
One thing I know for sure though: if Iām not with you, you who are just like me, everything in the world is pointless. There is only calm in my world when Iām thinking of you. I donāt even know who you are; but I get optimistic every time I indulge in thoughts of finding you. Iā¦ fantasise a lotā¦?šDo you ever think about me? Does your heart bloom with a peculiar kind of softness when you touch upon my consciousness?š«
I am out here in this Star System. Dream of me. Want me more. And believe that we can manifest each other through resonance. We are so much closer than you fear us to be, my Dear. You have to believe in me. The Stars have begun to align and Earthās temperature is nearing just rightšµOur time is here :D When dreams become Reality and all thatās ever been sad turn to glory, what would you do?
I know what youāre gonna do: youāre going to be married to mešWeāre going to start a new chapter of our lives together and be very happy and abundant. Iām gonna help you prove everybody whoās ever hurt you, gaslit you into believing that youāre hard to love very, very wrongšAll of that gas, when I light the match, is gonna burn their entire house down!š„
OK, Iām a bit crazy, but anywayā
You do know that good people always find Love in the end, right? Thatās just how it always is in fairy tales. You know fairy tales are more real than any of Hollywoodās propaganda, right?šµRight??šI love you. I have loved you for what feels like an eternity. Return to me now. Come home to me, my Love. I am You; you are Me. Weāre going to turn everything back to balance; weāre gonna create Heaven on Earth; a harmonious Life of you and me; so have faith in us~š
A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVEš»š
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Pile 3 ā You are someoneās Dream Come True; you ever thought about that??
9 of Cups, 2 of Cups, King of Cups
You, are someoneās Wish Fulfilment; you ever thought about that? No, of course not; you only thought about yourself and how lacking you are as a person blablablaš”Donāt you know thereās a little someone walking this Earth whoād be SO glad to have you in their Life? Yup, that someone is MEšYou are a treasure of a gal/boy and if youāve been surrounded by fools who canāt see that, itās because youāre meant to travel the world and meet me~!
Have a change of scenery; you arenāt meant to thrive and live and die on the land you were born. When you cross borders and seas and realms, youāll meet people of other cultures and points of view who are going to be more appreciative of the good youāve been mocked(?) forš„°I promise you, babe~ You are where you are (or were) only because it was part of your Soulās contract to learn about contrasts.
When allās said and done, youāre going to be THE most interesting person anybody could listen to!šæI, for one, could listen to you aaalll week long if you ever want to HAHAHA
My heart right now is like half-full, babe; Iām still waiting for you to appear in my Life. You probably wonāt like hearing this because youāre independent, and youāre strong, and rebellious, butā¦ I want you to be mine!š¹I donāt mean that I wish to suffocate you, no, itās not like that at allā¦ What I mean is, I wish to be the only one who could make you happy, for that would make me feel specialš
I know Iām silly, Iām sorry~š„°I want to bring stability and certainty into your Life; that much I can say with clarity, for surely, you and I, weāre going to be pouring into each otherās Cups. Weāre gonna be the kind of couple who can read each otherās minds and burst out laughing when we see something only we find funny without even exchanging wordsšAll of that, because of shared empathy~
Honestly, I couldn't care less for all the treasures in the world; I only want you around. Maybe that makes me a romanticist? Hm, that word doesnāt quite encompass all the feelings I have for you. All the things I wish to share with you. All that Iād do for you. What I know is that this is no mere romance; I LOVE you, you know? It goes so much deeper than thatš
Iām mature, nurturing and caring. Find me, my Love. Iāll nurse you back to healthāspiritually and everythingally; Iāll be the reason your faith in Humanity is restored. Actually, it doesnāt even matter; I just want you to trust in me, see yourself through my eyes, see how wonderful of a being you are. I want you to trust in yourself. Youāre so fucking special. Youāre MY very special kind of Wish Fulfilmentāļø
A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVEš»š
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Unpunishable (Shang Tsung x F!Reader)
a/n: no one asked for this, but hey, i've been in love with that soul stealing stink-man, i had to finally write something for him. this one is specifically MK1 story mode adjacent, but i do want to write more (for MK11 and the movie), Cross-Posted on AO3
Warnings: Dub-Con (kinda i guess), Captivity, playing fast and loose with the canon, Kinda Soft Shang?, Reader is a Blood Mage (nothing too serious tho)
Summary: After you and your friends raid Shang Tsung's laboratory, you get caught and kept captive by the Sorcerer himself.
Is it wrong to want more?
That was the thought plaguing you from the beginning of your training at the Wu-Shi temple. Blood magic was frowned upon in Outworld. For you to even cross the threshold of the realm, there had been some serious negotiations set in place. Still, the Fire God has managed to convince Empress Sindel of your assets as a healer.
And, you were a curious thing, after all. Humans were not born with magic in Earthrealm, it could only be bestowed by a God. Which is why your natural talent at commanding blood, both yours, and later someone else's, was a strange sight indeed. Strange enough to stir the interest of Outworld's nobility, granting you a safe passage to the tournament with your training companions.
Which is how you landed here. Between helping Raiden navigate the Tournament, through the secret mission on behalf of Liu Kang, and right up to now. As you sit, poised like a decorative doll, hands locked behind your back, intricate, golden cuffs digging into the skin of your wrists. There are piles upon piles of golden coins surrounding you, gold trickles down the walls in long smears of paint, golden dust stains your skin. A kink forms deep within your spine, from the uncomfortable position you have been put in.
And then, there's the deep, bleeding cut, stretching the expanse of your thigh. It was a stupid idea, tagging along for the mission to find Shang Tsung, and bring him to Liu Kang for questioning. You shouldn't have followed your friends into that one. Even more idiotic, was your short stand against Princess Mileena, as her Tarkat affliction took control of her. The fight, if you could even call it that, ended with you gaining a black eye and an awful, ugly cut, made by Princess's knives.
You shift in your position, trying to relieve some of the discomfort. Instead, the thick fabric of your pants slides on the wound, making you wince in pain. Flexing your fingers behind your back, you try to focus on the constant throbbing in your leg. If the traditional means of escape have been taken from you, perhaps a more finessed touch would be efficient.
Blood trickles on your skin, and every fiber of your being zeros in on the feeling. Sweat forms on your forehead, as you slowly force the stream to run upwards, towards your hip, and around your back. Your fingers flex into intricate positions, a thin line of your own blood reaches your wrist.
You have never tried this trick with your magic, all your life dedicating your gift to the art of healing. Dealing with the blood of other people, stopping, pushing, extracting, those were the things you were good at. Solidifying your own plasma, so it can cut through metal cuffs, was an entirely different topic.
But you have to escape. You have to. There's no telling what will happen to you, should you remain in this prison. Surrounded by gold and jewels, like some sort of perverted spoil of war. You valued yourself too much, to allow that. And, most importantly, your friends needed help. The intel you've gathered while being stuck in this wretched place wasn't much, but it was something, which in turn was enough to keep fighting.
Breathing becomes a hassle. You've already exerted far too much of your power, trying to extract from your bleeding thigh, and your hands shake behind your back, as you visualize particles sticking together, forming something solid, something that would free you of this prison. The liquid curling around your wrist shifts, an outer layer forming around it. All you've managed to achieve, is a sort of coagulated jelly, sticking to your skin.
"Your dedication to freedom in commandable." a familiar, male voice surrounds you, and you whip around, chain jingling at the sudden movement.
There he stands, in all his glory. Your captor.
Shang Tsung stalks towards you, his hands clasped behind his back as he leans down, hair flowing past his shoulders and obscuring the two of you from the world in a thick, black curtain. He smells rich. Sandalwood and jasmine, mixed with a nauseating undertone of blood and rot, no doubt, a leftover from his laboratory. It forces you to reel your head back, to try and escape it, but your efforts are quickly destroyed, as the sorcerer closes in further.
"Your skill, howeverā¦" his dark eyes fly around your face, taking in your distressed expression with a cruel smile "Well, let's just say there's some room for improvement."
Your eyebrows crease, as he flashes you a grin, before straightening up to his full height, allowing you a moment of relief from his overpowering presence. The bloody clot you've managed to form around your wrist falls to the floor as soon as you lose focus, and silently, you mourn the feeling of blood sinking between golden coins, never to be recovered again. You couldn't even if you tried, not with the Outworld's Snake right in front of you, circling your body like a hawk ready to strike.
Suddenly, he crouches down, right beside your abused leg, your breath catching in your lungs at the sudden change. The way he moved never seized to amaze you, as much as you hated to admit it. There was grace burned into his very being, every step a slithery dance. It terrified you, rightfully so, but underneath something new was brewing. A feeling, which you could easily dismiss during the rush of fighting, was no longer satisfied with staying dormant.
There was a strange pull between the two of you, like two magnets on the opposite sides of a table. Whenever your eyes met with the Sorcerer, you could feel something buried inside your soul start to wake. It felt so foreign, yet so very familiar at the same time, like a ghost of some ancient prophecy clawing at your mind.
Once you free yourself from this hellish predicament, you'll ask Liu Kang what is going on with you. He has to know, or at least, suspect something, and you knew very well, feelings like those could not be ignored. Too much was at stake, to keep secrets out of some misguided shame. That is, if you even make it out of here, because the man beside you suddenly pushes his robe outwards, producing a small box with a practiced flare, like a magician during one of his shows.
"Do not fret, Mortal" you're not sure if the "pet" name is a thinly veiled insult, or if it's just the way the Sorcerer speaks "This is simply something to heal your leg."
Now, your confusion must be palpable, because Shang Tsung's smile widens, as he takes in your face. Then, he laughs quietly to himself, barely above a whisper, and the hairs at the back of your neck stand straight at the sound.
"I don't want anything from you" it's a pathetic effort at staying defiant, and both of you know it.
Instead of entertaining your little outburst, the Sorcerer grabs your leg with his free hand. Immediately, you start to struggle, despite the sharp pain overtaking your senses, as his grip on you tightens. Then, you let out a sharp squeak, when the man's golden claws tear into the fabric of your pants just above the wound, and dangerously close to the apex of your thighs.
The wound looks back at you, swollen and bloody, and you swallow thickly, as blood flows from your face. You could treat it, successfully as well, if only your hands weren't currently bound behind your back, with very limited moving space. Shang Tsung opens the box with delicate fingers. There is some sort of salve packed inside, a rather large indent right in the middle proving it's been used quite extensively.
His hold on you becomes less of a grip, bordering almost on a soft caress, which brings an entire wave of concerning feelings to the surface of your mind. If he notices the way your cheeks flush, he says nothing, opting instead on dipping his fingers into the salve.
"This might hurt" he warns you, although there is not a single note of concern in his voice.
"What is that? Another Tarkat experiment?" you try to mask the shaking in your voice, as the thought of being experimented on genuinely frightens you.
Your leg twitches under his fingers, and he digs in deeper, turning to face you with an unexpected, serious expression. Again, you feel short of breath, as his dark eyes bear into yours with intensity you haven't yet experienced.
"I would never..." he cuts himself off.
The word, or rather, the tone in which he says it seems to startle you both. His eyebrows furrow in an expression of annoyance, or worry, you're not entirely sure, and he turns back towards your wound, his black hair shielding his face from your gaze. Was that repulsion, hidden within his voice? Your chest suddenly feels much too tight. Was the merciless Sorcerer disgusted by the prospect of conducting his inhumane experiments on you? You weren't sure if the sentiment warmed your heartā¦ Or terrified you to the very core of your being.
Still, all your thoughts leave your brain, as soon as Shang Tsung places his fingers on your wound. At first, a cold feeling overtakes you, pain letting go for just a split second. Then, fire. White, hot, burning ache, seeping into your wound. It feels as if it reaches your bone marrow, and with a silent scream you fall on your back, writhing on the floor. Golden coins fly from under your feet, as you kick around, the golden chain tying your hands together strains, as you pull on it with all your might. Slowly, the pain fades, some sort of tight sensation pulling at the skin of your thigh.
And one more thing.
As you come down from the initial shock of the painful treatment, your brain registers something warm and firm, rubbing circles into your flesh. It takes you another while longer to realize it's Shang Tsung's hand, resting right above the wound, claws tapping on the inside of your leg. He watches you, as your breathing starts to slow, eyes following drops of sweat falling from your forehead and mingling with tears. Your lips parted, your eyelids flutter, and you let out a long sigh, finally being able to look down on your leg.
Where the wound once was, now, a long, pink scar shines in the light of the torches strung around the chamber. Shang Tsung closes the box, before hiding it amongst the many layers of his outfit. You half expect him to stand up and leave, but your hopes are squashed once again, as the man kneels down next to you, turning his attention towards your heaving chest.
His hand comes up, towards your face, claws shining gold. You wince and close your eyes, despite your best efforts to appear strong, but the pain you've anticipated doesn't come. Instead, you feel something sharp drag itself across your forehead. You risk cracking an eye at him, face scrunching, before relaxing into an expression of utter confusion.
There he was, your captor, tormentor, your enemy, brushing flyaway hairs from your sweaty forehead. Your eyes meet, and again, feelings swirl inside your gut, some you're too scared to decipher, and some need no explanation. His lips curl into something akin to a smirk, yet his eyes remain focused on you entirely, thoughts swimming behind his irises. Then, as if some magic spell has been broken, you can see him shift into his true self, the same scheming energy overflowing him, as if a new, frightful idea has formed inside his mind.
Once again, he reaches into the pockets of his robe, this time producing a deliciously red apple. Its skin is shiny, the potent smell makes your mouth water, and suddenly you remember you haven't eaten in Gods know how many hours. With a dark chuckle, the man turns the apple, from side to side, as if he wants you to take full stock of just how sinful it looks. Then, with a simple gesture, he tips it towards your lips. Your eyes snap up at him.
"I can't eat it with my hands tied" your voice sounds rough from all the pain you've experienced before.
"Nonsense, I shall feed you" he answers, as if this was the most obvious way out of your predicament, and the heat of embarrassment mixes with anger in your gut.
"You want me to eat out of your hand like some damned pet?"
Now, he laughs, fully. His eyes crinkle at the sides, as he inclines his head towards you.
"I know full-well you're too dangerous to let roam freely" your eyes flicker towards the apple, "And after all you've been through, aren't you hungry, Mortal?"
Your teeth grind against each other, as you weight your options. Shang Tsung moves the apple again in a tantalizing manner, and your resolve crumbles. Your eyes lock onto his, giving him the best performance of defiance you could muster, and slowly, you open your mouth.
"Good girl" he croons, and for a split second you ponder, if spitting at the man was worth the consequences.
He brings the apple closer, lets it rest on your bottom lip, before giving you a patronizingly inviting smile. Swallowing your pride, your teeth sink into the fruit, and you can't stop the absolutely shameful moan from slipping out of you, as the sweetness of the apple hits your tongue. Damned be precautions, damned be your dignity, you were hungry, and that apple was delicious. So you take a bite so large, it almost reaches the stem, letting some juice flow down your chin.
Shang Tsung watches you eat with a laser focus one might imagine he reserves for his experiments, teeth catching his bottom lip.
Another bite, this one silent on your part. His eyes follow the column of your throat, when you swallow. One more, and you give him a show of looking up at his darkened expression when your teeth all but tear away from the fruit.
Your hands are shaking behind your back, a coil is forming deep within you, and you press your legs tight together, to shield the rest of your dwindling dignity from completely being torn away. He notices. Of course, he does, as your actions seem to have a similar effect on him, if his bitten lips and heavy breaths are anything to go by.
"Why go through all this trouble, Sorcerer?" you ask, licking your lips from the remnants of your meal.
His eyes follow your tongue, before looking back right into your eyes. The rest of the apple is thrown somewhere amongst the golden piles of treasure, forgotten entirely. Time seems to slow down, air becomes thick between the two of you, surrounding you like a vat of tar. The pull you've been feeling since meeting this infamous monster becomes almost too strong to ignore.
Shang Tsung raises his hand, grabbing your chin and pushing it upwards. There is a myriad of emotions running rampant on his face, until it finally settles on something so dark and wanting, your stomach tightens at the mere sight. His lips come down upon yours in an avalanche, slipping towards your chin, where he provocatively licks at your skin, tasting the apple's juices and humming to himself.
Your voice comes out as a small whimper, entire body reacting to his kiss, as you fight between pushing him away and pulling him much closer. He decides for you, coming back to claim your lips again, as his hands start to travel up the sides of your stomach, gathering your shirt in the process.
His clawed gauntlets scratch at your skin, not enough to actually hurt you, but enough to elicit a wave of shudders from your body. Finally, he pulls away, considering your swollen lips and disheveled hair as one would their newest painting. Pride and mischief mix well in his black irises, and he licks his lips slowly, making you blush impossibly red.
"You look quite beautiful, like this" he croons, tangling his free hand in the hair at the back of your neck, "So pliant under my fingers."
For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, poised above you with his usual smirk gracing his features. Then a thought materializes in your head, a chance at finding an escape route, if you could play your cards right.
"Untie me" you moan wantonly, arching your neck, as if to give him better access.
He launches at your exposed pulse point immediately, licking a long stripe up, before giving your skin a few delicious nips, ones that make you almost forget your half-formed plan. Almost. Gathering all your resolve, you writhe against him. His clothes are hiding a lean, but well-muscled body, and you wish so hard, you could run your hands down his chest.
"Untie me, please" you don't recognize your voice, so broken and needy.
The Snake stops his ministrations, tugging at your hair, before sliding his hand towards your shoulders, where he grabs you and pulls you even closer, so your body is leaning almost completely on his lap. His other hand makes quick work of the zipper on your trousers and worms itself into your underwear. A wave of humilation hits you, as your pink, polka-dotted panties look at you from between the fly.
"I can't risk you getting away" he whispers in your ear and takes a long whiff of your hair, humming in pleasure, "My Benefactor has made it clear, you are crucial to their plan."
That startles you. Or it would, if the Sorcerer hadn't began to delicately rub his fingers over your lower lips, just shy of entering you. It's torture, a new brand of cruel experiment, you think, as you buck your hips against him, trying to get some sort of pressure
"I would've thought you wanted me for yourself" you pant between heated kisses you're leaving on the exposed skin of is neck, "It certainly - oh - seems so."
The hand which is currently not occupied sneaks around your middle, before grabbing a handful of your right breasts.
"Would you like that?" he asks into the crown of your head, his fingers finally dipping into your opening.
It takes you several tries to form an answer in your brain, and another few to vocalize it. His thumb makes quick work of finding your bundle of nerves, and instantly starts to abuse that newly-found knowledge. You bite your lip, hard, to stop any sounds from escaping you, but the Sorcerer wouldn't have it. His mouth finds yours, and he swallows your moans of pleasure with an approving hum reverberating through his chest,
"Would you like to be kept by me? Be mine and mine alone" his lips brush against yours as he talks, and you tug mercilessly on your binds, wanting to hold onto something, anything. Him.
"I-" you can't quite finish your sentence, because the hand that's been, for the most part, playing with your breast like it's a stress ball, begins to travel further down, until it rests on the lower part of your stomach. "No."
It comes out as choked and desperate, as his fingers curl upwards inside you, hitting a spot that nearly makes you fly off the ground. He laughs, right in your ear.
"No?"
"No" you swallow, "I'm- oh fuck... I'm too good for you."
Another deliberate motion of his fingers and your toes start to curl. He might be the key to undoing the entire universe, but hell, he does know how to use his fingers. Long and elegant fingers, trained by years spent on studying ad practicing spells, made dexterous by whatever horrors he has committed in his laboratories. Fingers, which are currently pumping in and out of you with a pace set specifically to drive you insane.
"Yes" he hisses through his teeth, pressing his nose to the crown of your head, "You are too good for me, aren't you? That's why you're here, taking my fingers like you were meant for it."
Gods, his voice really isn't helping you focus. By the feeling of something hard and rather large poking you in your thigh, you guess you're not the only one getting off on the sound of his voice. A coil starts to tighten deep within you, growing tighter with every movement of his fingers, every word coming out of his filthy mouth
"Even the Fire God couldn't keep you away from me" his thumb presses down onto your clit and begins to rub it in quick circles, "He was so scared to let you go into my lair, wasn't he?"
You nod absentmindedly, thrashing in the Sorcerer's lap, as a strong shiver of pleasure wrecks your body. Experimentally, you move your backside, rubbing against his growing erection, and the man hisses into your ear, his movements faltering for a split-second.
"He was right" Shang Tsung seethes the words into your skin, before coming down to bite on your shoulder, "We will be each other's undoing."
His palm presses flat on your lower stomach, as his efforts inside your pants increase tenfold. The coil is so close to breaking, you can feel tears start to form in the corners of your eyes.
"Ladies first, sweet thing" he hums, pressing your writhing body even closer to himself, "Come undone for me."
And you do, as if compelled by some ancient magic. Your face buries itself into his robes, teeth catching on the skin of the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. And you bite, hard enough to break his skin, taste his blood on your tongue. The coil shatters, and so does your grip on the world. You let out a muffled wail, the Sorcerer pulling you even closer, engulfing you entirely in his presence, his smell. Your legs are shaking, as Shang Tsung lets you ride out your orgasm on his nimble fingers, and soon, your body becomes boneless.
He doesn't let you go for a while longer, still pressed to your body, swaying with you in some sort of perversion of intimacy. Or perhaps, as much as the thought terrifies you, there is some link building between the two of you. Something more than lust and curiosity. Then, his hand leaves your pants, coming up out of your field of vision. You catch a glimpse of his soaked fingers, and your imagination fills in, what might be happening just above your head, as an obscenely wet sound of sucking reaches your ears.
Then, like the gentleman he is, he helps you button your pants back up, straightens your shirt and ties your hair more neatly. You want to kiss him again. There is another need brewing inside you, as you watch him stand up and dust his clothes, which are now stained with gold dust in places.
Is it wrong to want more?
You want to reach up, brush your fingers through his hair, kiss him until he can't speak clearly. You wants to feel his breath quicken again, feel his pulse run wild. You want to drain his blood and feed on his power until there's nothing left.That last thought freezes you in your spot, cold shivers climbing up your body like a dead hand gripping you from beneath the earth.
Too dark, too power-hungry, and you were none of those things. You never will be.
"Beautiful" he murmurs again, watching you from above, but this moment of sentiment is cut shortly, as his head snaps towards the entrance to the chamber, expression souring instantly
Your eyes follow his, but there's nothing you can see in the darkness. A chill runs up your spine.
"Get ready, Mortal" oh, so we're back to thinly veiled insults, "My Benefactor will want to meet you soon."
With that, he turns to leave, not sparing you a second glance, and you're back to being alone. Used and left between the piles upon piles of gold surrounding you, like your part of this chamber. A pretty thing, stained gold, made to exist only when it's owner is looking at it.
You need to get out of here, before you lose your mind.
#my writing#shang tsung#shang tsung x reader#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat 1#mk1 2023#i love shang in every version but i really like the way they carried his character in this game#there's more nuance to him now#at least that's what i think mk stans don't stab me
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What is dmbj? I've googled it but idk if it's one of those 'I love it and recommend it' shows or a 'I love it - pls never watch it <3' kinda show yk lol
Is there an answer somewhere in the middle? Because that's where it should go.
DMBJ is a franchise based on a set of novels by an author we'll call NPSS. These are mostly first-person tales narrated by a spoiled little dipshit named Wu Xie, as he and his friends go on tomb-raiding adventures, encounter supernatural obstacles, and learn about all the ways snakes don't work. The series has several giant holes in it, as NPSS tends to get bored and wander off mid-story. Several dramas and movies have tried to adapt various pieces of this gap-ridden, wholly unresolved saga, to varying degrees of success.
So to answer your question: There are installments of DMBJ that are a hoot that you should watch, and then there are installments of DMBJ that are also a hoot but you shouldn't watch before you have an affection for the franchise as a whole, and then there are installments of DMBJ that you should not watch even if you are a fan of the franchise because they are just not worth your time.
The problem is, not everybody agrees on what goes in which category. But if you're interested and want to give it a go, these are my personal takes on what's what, in chronological order of events as they happen in the series:
The Mystic Nine
Good starting place: Yeah, actually!
Requires prior knowledge: Nope
Actual ending: No resolution whatsoever
Wu Xie: He's not in this one
Best part: Charming characters you love or love to hate
Warning: Very cheaply produced, with cuts that render significant parts of the story incoherent
Worth watching: Yes, if you're willing to accept the jankiness
The Lost Tomb
Good starting place: Weirdly, no, considering that it's the first series they made
Requires prior knowledge: Not really
Actual ending: Oh, heavens no
Wu Xie: Cardboard twerp, kinda cute
Best part: There's ... some antics, I guess?
Warning: Makes some bizarre additions, condenses several books, just ... isn't very good
Worth watching: Not especially
The Lost Tomb 2
Good starting place: You could do worse
Requires prior knowledge: Some, but who knows if it helps?
Actual ending: Ha ha ha you're funny
Wu Xie: Breathtaking idiot twink street-parking a Maserati
Best part: Wu Xie and Pangzi are in love
Warning: Interminable bronze tree plotline, incomprehensible timeline especially at the ending
Worth watching: Sure, but bring a book for the long stretches
The Lost Tomb 2: Explore With the Note
Good starting place: It doesn't matter, because you're not going to watch this one
Requires prior knowledge: It can't save you
Actual ending: Nothing of the sort
Wu Xie: Shove that whiny nerd in a locker
Best part: There is no best part
Warning: Don't do this to yourself
Worth watching: What do you think
Ultimate Note
Good starting place: It seems like no at first, but it actually is!
Requires prior knowledge: It helps, but you can get by without it
Actual ending: Complete cliffhanger
Wu Xie: Precious muffin
Best part: Everyone is so cute, also heihua
Warning: Tonally way goofier than the other series
Worth watching: Yes! This one's so fun
Tomb of the Sea/Sand Sea
Good starting place: If you like things on Hard Mode
Requires prior knowledge: The main character doesn't have any, so why should you?
Actual ending: It thinks it does, but it's stupid and slapdash and leaves a million loose ends
Wu Xie: Mafia widow (also he's not the main character)
Best part: Seeing from the outside how fucked-up the whole Tomb Raiding Industrial Complex is
Warning: A hot mess, but occasionally a beautiful one
Worth watching: Yes, but maybe save it for later
Reunion: The Sound of the Providence
Good starting place: Shockingly, yes
Requires prior knowledge: No, though it recontextualizes everything once you know more
Actual ending: Yes! Holy shit! We got an ending here!
Wu Xie: Consumptive angel with a gun
Best part: Some truly impressive performances from Actual Actors, Wu Xie and Pangzi are married
Warning: Honestly, just watch this one first so you don't know what you're missing, because once you do, you can't unsee it
Worth watching: Definitely
I hope that ... helps? Or at least doesn't make your confusion worse?
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Your Two Lovely Goblins
Sukuna x Reader x Yorozu Just gonna put this here. Next up - more Yuuji and some Uraume! That is, if I don't probables disappear again LMAO ā ļøContent Warningsā ļø Mostly fluff, there's some suggestiveness but nothing explicit actually happens. Coffee Shop AU, Modern AU (no curses), Gender-Neutral Reader, Slight OOC Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, Yorozu is completely blind about her feelings, both accidental and intentional drinking of blood and other bodily fluids, naked cuddling with Yorozu, LOOTS of jealousy from both Sukuna and Yorozu. Both of them fighting over Reader's attention and they're also literally batshit insane. As per common sense; Minors DNI. This is fiction, don't tolerate this kinda behaviour irl. Yady yady yada.
Another day, another headache with these two.
"They agreed to go with me!" Sukuna slams his fist onto the table, and you grab your drink before it can topple over. The bags on the table, though...
"I am the only one that's allowed near you, Sukuna." The, quite frankly, beautiful woman wraps her arm harshly around you. Yorozu pulls you close to her curvy body and holds you tightly, making you frown as you nearly spill your drink. "So I'll take them home!"
It was supposed to be simple enough, and yet somehow the both of them made it more complicated than it needed to be. Both Sukuna and Yorozu wanted to walk home with you, and you agreed. Sukuna wanted you alone with him. Yorozu didn't want you near Sukuna; arguing that it was because she didn't want you near her 'husband' and seeing you as some sort of 'rival'.
The excuse was bullshit and everyone could see past it. Everyone except Yorozu, it seemed. For all the time she'd want to keep you away from her 'husband' she'd be the one taking you out, getting you your favorite drink or food, even cooking for you from time to timeā¦though her cooking did always taste a little strange, taking you to see a movie you mentioned you were interested in or shopping with you for a piece of clothing or justā¦something you'd like. Always on her, of course. And whenever you both would have some time alone together she'd practically be stringing her limbs around your form, cuddling close and staying like that for hours on end like some kind of slug glued to your side.
All to keep you away from her husband, apparently.
The woman's ruse was fragile like a thin piece of glass. Or, more accurately, like tissue paper.
You let out a frustrated sigh. Over the counter, you can see them laughing at you. The handsome blonde barista with his friends, one with short pink hair and lovely gold eyes, the other with short brown hair that matched his brown eyes, and the last with longer grey hair and heterochromia. You would have flipped them off had you not been sandwiched between both Yorozu and Sukuna at the moment, both your arms taken by the woman and man that tried their best to pry the other off of you.
"Why would they stay in your place? It's full of bugs!" Aaand there he goes yelling again. "Dead and live ones!"
"No way am I going to let someone like them go home with you!"
Ah. Of course they misunderstood you completely.
"They agreed to go with me! That's final!" Yorozu manages to pry Sukuna away from you. Practically dragging you, arm not so discreetly snaked around your waist, out of the coffee shop.
"Are you deaf!? It was me they agreed to go with!" Sukuna tails you both, not far behind. He holds your hand, and Yorozy frowns. Despite his irritation and anger, Sukuna's grip on you is gentle as can be.
"Let's ditch the slut." Sukuna kisses the back of your hand. "I prepared a surprise for you back in my place."
"Guysā¦" They stop, and both their attention was fully on you, now. "I was actually supposed to go back to my home?"
"O-ohā¦" You wince as Sukuna's shoulders visibly slump in disappointment.
"Well, too bad! You're coming to mine." Yorozu continues to yank you towards her apartment, and you let out a frustrated sigh. Sukuna seems to perk up, though, when you don't let go of his hand.
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It doesn't take long at all until all three of you are at her apartment, greeted by her collection of bugs - both living and dead. Yorozu promptly dumps all her stuff on a nearby chair, before going to the bathroom, begrudgingly leaving both you and Sukuna alone. You sigh as he pulls you close and starts trailing kisses along your neck.
Wasn't it too early for this?
"I made you something." He puts down the bag he was holding and gets out a small box with a cupcake in it. "There was more of it back in my apartment butā¦I suppose this one will have to do."
"Aww, this is actuallyā¦so sweet!" You smile at the cupcake in your hands, a simple chocolate base with pink frosting in the shape of a heart. Knowing Sukuna's cooking, you eagerly unbox it and start eating. As usual, simple as it may be, it was absolutely delicious - though there was something strange about it. The cake seemed to be a little saltier than normal, and the frosting had a slight metallic aftertaste - though neither were noticeable at all, unless you really focused on it. It was just your boyfriend being as crazy as your girlfriend. You sigh, and he smiles. "Your cooking is always so delicious, Sukuna! Thank youā¦"
Yorozu gets out of the bathroom, drying her hair and completely naked; plump mounds and lush forest out in all her glory. Despite this being a normal occurrence, you can't help but blush and look away, every time. "Hmph! The moment I leave you alone with them, of courseā¦"
"Would you like a bite, Yor?" You completely miss the look of utter panic that graces Sukuna's features when you offer her the gift meant solely for you. "No! That's only for them!"
"Whatever! Keep it."
"Suit yourself." With a shrug, you down the rest of the cupcake and Sukuna visibly relaxes but then frowns as Yorozu slips herself in between you and him, snaking an arm around yours and letting you feel her up indirectly. All to 'protect Sukuna from you', of course.
"Ugh." Sukuna grimaces and looks away, holding back the bile forming in his throat. "Can't you cover up? I DO NOT want to see your tits, woman."
"Well, get used to it!" She huffs and pulls you closer to her. You decide to turn on the TV for some background noise as the three of you fall into a comfortable silence. All before Yorozu decides to ruin it.
"You guys want anything to eat?" She absent-mindedly pushes back some of the hair in front of your face. "I could go for some frogs legs, or liver right about nowā¦"
"If they're eating anything, it's going to be made by ME." Sukuna all but growls.
"Chicken feetā¦" You can feel her practically drooling as she ignores Sukuna, making him angrier.
"Come on, Sukuna. Let her have her fun." Upon hearing it, Sukuna frowns but a gentle kiss placed on his knuckles calms him down. And when Yorozu huffs in a mild tantrum upon seeing that, your lips on her forehead placates her. "On me this time. It's always you guys getting stuff for me, soā¦"
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The night passed and Yorozu, unsurprisingly, wouldn't let you leave. So you ended up staying at her place for the night, but neither of them wanted you alone with the other. On nights like these it was always rather stuffy; squished in between both Sukuna and Yorozu and their sizeable assets as the bed struggled to accommodate all three of you. Yorozu stuck to you like she was glued to part of your body, while Sukuna held onto you like a vice. Yet still, you somehow end up dozing off.
"You knowā¦" Sukuna shifts, and Yorozu frowns. "I don't think I've seen you blink for the past thirty minutes."
"Of course. I can't take my eyes off them, or they'll seduce you while I'm not looking. Or, noā¦could it be thatā¦" She says, putting a hand on her chest in mock, still not blinking or letting her eyes leave your sleeping form. "Aww, is my dear husband worried for me?"
"No." He says, tone as flat and uncaring as he's ever sounded. Sukuna gently gets you into a more comfortable position, on top of him and conveniently away from Yorozu. "But you are being creepy with my lover. Quit it."
"Creepy!? You're one to talk. Don't think I'm clueless about that cupcake you made for them. Made with all your love, I bet." She snarls at him but her expression turns near manic. "Well, you're late to the party. I bet you don't even know what their blood tastes like!"
"You bitch!" Sukuna clenches his fist. "How dare-I was supposed to be the first to do that!"
"Ha! Of course I'd take the blood of my enemy long before you could. You should have expected that I'd also let them take my own blood-" She clears her throat. "Ahem, amongotherthings, before you could! What rival would let their hus-"
"Guys, come ooonā¦" You whine and shift; bringing Yorozu close and manneuvering Sukuna so he's also holding you. Now all three of you practically glued to each other. This seems to catch them off guard, as they're now perfectly still and quiet. "I can drink your whatevers tomorrow. Let's just go to sleep alreadyā¦"
And thus, their little spat ends for today. You'll deal with their next one tomorrow.
For More Context: - Reader is dating both Sukuna and Yorozu. However, homegirl is so blind she can't see she's downbad for Reader. - Before Reader came along, it was originally Yorozu dating Sukuna and the both of them not exactly happy with the other, but when Reader came into the picture (as a friend) the both of them fell in love with them. Despite their jealousy, they're a lot happier now with Reader, tho. - Sukuna and Yorozu are a lot and I do mean A LOT, but Reader truly does love them regardless. - Yes, the baristas were Mahito, Yuuji, Nanami and Haibara and they were all besties. Mahito still bullies Yuuji from time to time but Nanami's there to do damage control lol.
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yorozu x reader#jjk yorozu#yorozu jujutsu kaisen#sukuna ryomen#sukuna jujutsu kaisen#sukuna jjk#soft sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#jjk sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#my writing
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About Xavierās online presence, virality and what it could mean for his identity
I find it interesting that he often ends up in front of a camera somehow, someway despite wanting to be ālowkey.ā It makes sense that heād avoid any type of photograph or video since heās been around for so long, and having records of his existence could be detrimental and suspicious, but I wonder if meeting MC just has him throwing caution to the wind. Or maybe itās because he thinks itās his last āspringā so itās like, whatever.
I always believed that he definitely had gone viral before, and the 4 star card that just dropped validates me, lol.
This text above happened before the myth card, aka before the movie, so I also think he got the gig from this. Wouldnāt be surprised if producers especially asked for him.
So, he has a sort of online presence. Youād probably could search pictures of him online. Heās been on a TV ad, has interviews and pictures of him going around, has his name in the Lumiere movie credits, not to mention his face was posted for promo by the movieās account. Itās like if your face got posted on twitter by Marvel. Like, itās not lowkeyā¦ at all.
Lumiere is a huge IP. Itās a brand at this point, of course itās huge, thereās nothing people love more than /based on a true story/ and /superheroes/. Lumiere is beyond celebrity status and has become an icon in its own right. But that also means, heās immensely talked about. Thereās probably forums and online discussions about his identityāwho he is, where heās gone. Like, he probably has a Netflix documentary. Zooming in and dissecting grainy pictures of Lumiere, trying to get whatever detail they can. Mannerisms, physical appearance, fighting strategy, and god knows what else. I imagine heās been picked apart to exhaustion.
With fame and mystique comes the conspiracies. So, they got his basic characteristicsābuild, hair color, fighting strategy, his fucking /evol/. And maybe even add in a witness report. Imagine somebody saw his eyes, heard his voice.
And then thereās Xavier, a notable and talented hunter who just so happens to sort of resemble Lumiere, and sort of fights like him, and his evol sort of looks like his. And you know this because itās all fucking online.
Itās not hard to put two and two together. But hey, itās just a conspiracy.
You think that with him being around for so long, heād be wary of cameras, of leaving a trail. But he doesnāt seem to mind, or at least doesnāt act paranoid about it. I donāt know if itās nothing or if itās an intentional thing planted by the devs. To have his real identity leaked would be a messāthe public reaction, the pr nightmare. And thereās also the actual bounty on his head, how easy it would be to find him now.
I think somebodyās bound to find out. And for the sake of the plot and my own entertainment, I kinda hope they do š
#it would be such a mess but it would be so fun#force him to reconcile his 2 identities#infold hire me i will make him hurt but it will be so entertaining#love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#lads xavier#lnds xavier#xavier x reader#lnds#l&ds xavier#thoughts
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leotards & sun-in
Written for the @harringrovemicroficandart challenge for September. The prompt was: āļøSummer & Jealousš
ao3 | rating: T (just for language) | length: 1k
summary:
Billy takes another puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out the window in a pathetic attempt to delay the inevitable.
āI saw you with her.ā
āWith who?ā
āTeal leotard! Fucking Jane Fonda, I donāt know!ā
āCindy? We were just talking.ā
āShe was touching you! And you werenātāyou didnāt stop her.ā
āBabyā¦ā Steve smiles. He fucking smiles! The no-good cheating bastardā¦
Or, Billy catches Steve cheating. Or does he?
Billy shouldāve known when he had to park his Camaro at the ass end of the Starcourt parking lot that the place would be packed. The heatwave was driving everyone inside, and the mall had a pretty bitchinā AC system. Billy didnāt mind the heatāin fact, heād be out there right now, shirtless, soaking up some rays if he didnāt have to pick Steve up from his shift at Scoops.
The whole him and Steve thing was still sort of fresh. Theyād been messing around for a while, but it was only in the last few weeks that theyād agreed to put a label on it.
Boyfriends.
Jesus Christā¦
He knew moving to Indiana would change him, but he didnāt know to what degree. Not the queer partāBilly knew he didnāt like girls. The only thing that got his dick hard was another dick.
But the boyfriend part? The holding hands at the movies, the making out on the hood of his car, the pet names, the Valentineās Day giftsā¦ he was turning into a fucking sap.
Itās almost embarrassing how gone he is for Steve.
So when Billy catches sight of an exceptionally pretty girl through the glass store front of Scoops, clad in one of those leotards that look like they're painted on, and with her hand buried in Steveās hairāhe sees red.
Billyās furious entrance through the glass doors was somewhat damped by the stupid little bell chiming above him.
The girl jumps, pulling her hand free from Steveāsāhis boyfriendāsāhair.
āOh, hey Billy.ā Steve says, all smiles.
And as much as Billy wants to fucking explode, he keeps it bottled up. Knows he canāt lose it right now. Instead, he focuses on taking deep, even breaths.
Both the chick and Steve stare after him, waiting for Billy to make some kind of reply. When itās clear that that isnāt gonna happen, she just turns back to Steve.
āWell, thanks for the tip, Steve. See you tomorrow.ā She says.
āSee ya.ā Steve returns. The girl then gives Billy a wide berth as she walks out of the store.
āReady to go?ā Steve asks, like nothing was amiss.
Or maybe this is just Steveās own way of keeping his cool. Maybeā¦ he was waiting until he got Billy alone to explain. To call this whole thing off.
It was all sort of too good to be true anyway. Real pie in the sky shit. It was stupid. Billy was stupid.
So he just nods, not trusting his own mouth. Doesnāt know whether heāll yell or cry.
Itās not until theyāre walking across the parking lot that Steve nudges him with an elbow. āYou okay? Youāre kinda quiet.ā
Billyās fingers are suddenly itching for a cigarette, so instead of answering Steve, he fishes out a smoke and his lighter.
āDid something happen? Your dad? Did heāā
āItās not my fucking dad.ā Billy snaps.
āThen what is it?ā Steve stops walking. He looks at Billy with his head tilted, eyes squinting against the sunlight.
Billy takes a drag of his cigarette and holds it in his lungs for as long as he can before he exhales through his nose. It barely touches his frayed nerves. āDonāt play dumb with me.ā
The line between Steveās brows deepens. āWhat?ā
But Billy turns his back to Steve, taking long strides toward his car.
āWait! You canāt justāā
āDo you really wanna do this here?ā Billy turns, motioning with his cigarette to the handful of random shoppers just searching for their own vehicles.
āDo what?ā Steve asks in a voice pitched higher than normal.
āI saw you!ā Billy barks, probably too loudly. But in the moment he doesnāt fucking care.
āSaw me? Saw me do what?ā
Billy just huffs and takes his last remaining steps until he reaches his vehicle. āJust get in the car. Iāll still drive you home.ā
They get in, but when Billy puts the keys to the ignition, Steve swipes them from his hand and holds them out of reach.
āHarrington, I swearāā
āWeāre not going anywhere until you explain to me why youāre practically foaming at the mouth.ā
Billy takes another puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out the window in a pathetic attempt to delay the inevitable.
āI saw you with her.ā
āWith who?ā
āTeal leotard! Fucking Jane Fonda, I donāt know!ā
Steve pauses for a beat. āCindy? We were just talking.ā
āShe was touching you! And you werenātā-you didnāt stop her.ā
āBabyā¦ā Steve smiles. He fucking smiles!
āItās not funny!ā Now itās Billyās turn for his voice to go high.
āItās not funny, youāre right. Iām sorry. Itās justāCindyās married.ā
āSo? Married people cheat.ā
āSo she was just asking me where I got my highlights done, because she wanted some. I told her my boyfriend put me onto Sun-In, and I was just explaining to her that it didnāt dry out my ends. I told her she could feel my hair to prove it. And, I donāt know, maybe thatās weird but I wasnāt really thinking aboutāā
Billyās mind had gone blank after hearingā āYou told her you have a boyfriend?ā
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like he actually had been caught doing something wrong, Steve confesses, āwell, her yoga instructor is definitely gay and she doesnāt seem to care, so I figure it wouldnāt be that big of a dealā¦ Look, I know itās stupid, and dangerous butā¦ I like telling people.ā
Steveās excited to be dating him, Billy realizes, his chest suddenly feeling tight enough to burst. So excited that he wants to tell people.
āOh.ā Is all he can say.
Steve finally lets himself laugh. āIām sorry! Itās justā¦ Youāre really cute when youāre jealous.ā
āShut up.ā Billy says, but thereās no heat behind it. He leans over and presses his lips to Steveās.
To his boyfriendās lips.
Jesus Christā¦
Heās so fucking gone. It should be embaressing, but Billyās too fucking in love to care.
#hmaSeptember#harringrovemicroficandart#harringrove#Harringrove fic#Harringrove microfic#jealous Billy Hargrove#insecure Billy Hargrove#crunchy spikey exterior with gooey marshmallow center billy Hargrove#Steve harringtons highlights#stranger things#stranger things season 3#scoops ahoy#Steve Harrington#fluff#Harringrove fluff#Billy Hargrove needs a hug#my writing#write Rae write#did I do this right?#this is my first time filling one of these<_<
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Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include;;
warnings;; i don't define a relationship, but it kinda hints at all three of you being together, lots of fluff, nothing nsfw (but I'm thinking about doing some nsfw headcanons for this in the future if anyone is interested)
How it happens/Meeting Vash
Youāre basically desperate when your plans for moving in with your ex best friend fall through, leaving you basically homeless right before the semester is about to start
Looking online, in the newspaper even, youāre searching for any place that doesnāt look scummy, creepy, or charges you up the ass
Knowing full well that living without roommates in this economy is impossible, youāre hoping to find some nice people-
And boy do you luck out
Posted on some stupid roommate finder website is an add for a three bedroom apartment thatās in a sort of sketchy part of town, but offers protection for anyone willing to brave it. The guy that posted it seems nice, the ad is kinda funny, and the rent is cheap
You decide to try it out
When you first meet Vash, itās in a little coffee shop near the uni youāre attending. Itās a safe spot to meet with a stranger, and he was cool with whatever you suggested. Green flag.
Heās pretty nice, funny, and insanely cute. He tells you that the other roommate, a man he calls āNicholasā is at work, but from the way Vash talks about him you assume heās a chill dude too
You canāt help but feel a bit intimidated by how attractive Vash is. Heās blonde, with a cute little mole, and his eyes are likeā¦woah
Plus heās got a cute little piercing !!!
No guy this good looking should be this nice
You decide pretty quickly this feels like a good match, and bam the deed is done
You move in next week, get your stuff situated and suddenly you have two new roommates
Meeting Wolfwood
Itās almost disappointing how little you see of the other roommate in the first week. Vash explains that heās been taking on extra shifts at work but you still kinda feel like maybe the man is avoiding you?
All you know of the man is that he smokes, drinks a little, and has weird taste in movies
You see random objects strewn across the house that belong to him and you start trying to figure out his personality in your head
You decide that heās probably some skinny stoner, and youāre pretty confident in that hypothesis until you actually see him
You bump into him in the morning right before you head off to start your first day of class
You literally bump into him-
As heās leaving the bathroom, youāre in the hallways and a collision occurs. To make matters worse heās shirtless
And heās hot
Heās wearing sweatpants, his toned torso out in the open, and his hair is a bit of a mess. You can tell itās sort of a short wolf-cut though- and itās definitely working on himĀ
He kinda smirks down at you and says itās nice to finally ārunā into you
And fuck- how are you supposed to survive having TWO hot roomates
General Chaos
You find out pretty quickly that these two are not the most normal people
And you freaking love it
Once Wolfwoodās insane work schedule chills out, you finally get chance to see the duo in action
They kind act like an old married couple. Itās a bit scary at first, and you fear you might be third wheeling but you soon mix into their dynamic quite nicely
Once wolfwood starts calling you some funky nickname you know youāve wormed your way into their hearts
Your schedules all clash aĀ bit, but you all find time to see each other throughout the day. Wolfwood has a morning class like you, and so you end up eating breakfast together most days. You start taking turns making food for each other
No matter what you both at least drink an entire pot of coffee together, and complain about life
Vash and you meet up in the afternoon, since your afternoon classes are close to each other. Heās the one who texts you the first time to ask if you want to meet up- and your heart does a little flip
It has become a habit. Whenever you two arenāt busy with other things, youāll sit outside on a grassy area and talk for a second
All three of you hang out at night when Wolfwood isnāt working insane night shifts
Saturdays are movie nights. You HAVE to attend movie nights
It gets crazy. Especially when Wolfwood graciously shares his stuff.
The first time they see you cry- youāre pretty sure they might explode
Youāre stressed from school, whatever job you might have, and probably a few family problems too. Vash walks in to your room to ask you what you want for dinner, sees the tears and whips out his phone to tell Wolfwood
He then immediately rolls you up in a blanket and makes you cuddle him on the couch to destress.
Heās insanely patient with you, rubbing your back and letting you vent
Wolfwood kicks open the door with your favorite comfort food moments later, and the three of you sit and watch a stupid movie
Wolfwood keeps his arm around you, and lets you rest your head on his chest
Vashās hand is in yours
Theyāre pretty respectful of your privacy at first- but theyāre both like the clingiest friends ever
Vash doesnāt mean to- and will apologize if he oversteps boundariesĀ
Wolfwood on the other hand just doesnāt care. Heāll waltz into your room and go āHey- stop screaming- I need you to make sure I got this math correct.ā
Crazy competitive game nights, that sometimes end in you pulling Wolfwood off of Vash as Vash screams for his life to be spared (he like staking stars from Wolfwood in mario party) (It ends in bloodshed every time) (He should really stop)
Grocery shopping is just Wolfwood acting like a dad while you and Vash are off shoveling sweets into the cart (He secretly puts his favorite treats in the cart too though)
You and Vash stage an intervention for Wolfwood when he gets a little bit too into buying random jewelry covered in crosses (āwe know you have religious trauma- and yes you look good in them- but come on-ā). He walks into the apartment, sees the sign, and then walks out
Vash invites his brother over once and youāre pretty sure youāre about to be cut. (āNo Vash- Knives is niceā¦heās just scary.ā āHe just has a resting āI want to murderā you face!ā)
Feelings bloom?
They really warm up to you. One day it becomes clear that youāre justā¦part of them now. Like they canāt imagine you ever leaving their side
Itās the same for you. You walk out one day, and grab your mug of coffee from Wolfwood andā¦you just kinda spot and think that you really like these guys. Things feel right
I think overtime things just slowly get intimate-Ā
like you start holding Vashās hand just casually throughout the day
And sometimes Wolfwood will come rest his head on your shoulder from behind, and youāll reach up and run your hand through his hair
Casual soft touches just become a thing you know?
Vash lets his hand rise under your shirt a bit when youāre sitting with him on the couch
And eventuallyā¦maybe they become less casual?
Wolfwood puts his hand on your waist as he passes by behind you
The sexual tension is like palpableĀ
I donāt really know who finally kisses who- or how things go from wholesome to spicy- but it gets there eventually
And soon you three are more than just roommates, more than friends, and even if you donāt know what it is- itās kinda perfect
You renew the lease for the next year, and youāre pretty damn happy you were homeless for that little bit now
#wolfwood x reader#nicholas d wolfwood x reader#vash x reader#vash the stampede x reader#trigun x reader#wolfwood headcanons#vash headcanons
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I just love drawing families of fictional characters, its interesting to think of how each sibling would look. I try to make them different from one another but at the same time maintain familial similarities.
Jinzha resembles their mom, Muzha their dad, and Nezha's a good mix of both.
Also get ready with some sibling dynamic rant, mostly relation HCs by me.
Enough with the parent child dynamic
I want sibling dynamic. Where these three come to terms on what happened between them. Specifically Muzha and Nezha's interaction is the one I want to see.
Tbh those two's fates in the myth reminded me of Hyakkimaru and Tahomaru in Dororo.
Like Nezha and Muzha had so much potential to gain solidarity with each other. Because Jinzha could never relate to them as the ignored or unwanted child. Muzha has that middle child stuggle fr.
Muzha is the one so eager to gain their fathers favor trying to meet Jinzha's level . Nezha wants nothing from his father so he makes himself worse.
Muzha's frustration with Nezha is that Nezha is rebellious, disrespectful of their dad
While Nezha's frustration to Muzha is that Muzha is so blinded and always struggling to achieve something so futile. Deep down he hates how Muzha is suffering this way but he wouldnt speak of it. This is why they always at odds.
They should make a movie focusin the Li brothers fr
Other than overusing the actual myths.
Fuck the ending from the original myth, they didnt even consider how the children felt from all the abuse. Not even mention of Muzha's death.
Enough Ao Bing, what about Muzha???
And the moral lesson is just about "respecting elders"?? The story still had so much to wrap up. How can you call this a family if there is some sort of hierarchal system. A family requires empathy to maintain that connection.
Tbh its kinda realistic
Families and siblings can still inflict trauma from each other .And a story based on reconcilation is a good way for this to be about family counselling.
I wanna see the "what ifs". It could be each brothers own story of self healing from the trauma caused on each other.
Maybe Im getting my hopes up too much, but it could be a development for them to forgive, start anew and an opportunity to connect and catch up on what they missed on each other.
Edit:
As for Jinzha he also has his own struggles as the eldest. Keeping up the station as the golden favored and perfect son. But its Asian family dynamics, which means hes in a lot of pressure. But he is mentally and emotionally strong. The brothers always busy on his studies ,future responsibilities and training to be able to spend time together. Their timetables seemed to be planned out to always not meet. Jinzha especially had less freetime. And if he ever came across any of his brothers, it was only one of them never both.
He doesnt mind being a buffer for the other two feuding but it does stress him out that it will never change. But he'll make sure to give time and attention to both of them as much as he can.
Other than keeping up his fathers expectations he also doesnt want to fail as a big brother to themš„ŗš
Muzha and Nezha can see his efforts so they do not dare hold anything against him. Muzha still keeps his competitive attitude when Jinzha's around but accepts any offered kindness from Jinzha. While Nezha enjoys his company when he gets the chance.
Also because I tend to hold on to this little bit of bondingšš„ŗš„ŗJinzha trying to be the best big bro
Thinking of the contrast in the future where Jinzha was tasked to torture Nezha destroyed mešššWhat did Jinzha even feel while he had to do it??
Also here some Nezha with his hair down again
#li nezha#li muzha#li jinzha#nezha#nezha fanart#nezha lmk#character hc#sibling dynamics#li brothers#investiture of the gods
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The Elevator Game: A Choose Your Own Adventure Fic
Written by: @motherofdragonflies / bexgowen
Art by: @xfancyfranart
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 95,000
Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Choose Your Own Adventure Style, Psychological Horror, Canon Divergent, Post 15x03,Ā Case Fic
Summary:Ā
The game is simple.
Get in an elevator, alone, and follow the rules. If you follow them correctly, the elevator will rise and when the doors open, they will open onto a world that is not your own.
When his brother goes missing after investigating the death of a teenage girl in a hotel in St. Louis, Dean Winchester is dismayed to discover it involved an internet legend called āthe Elevator Gameā.
Heās even more dismayed when Castielāwho walked away weeks ago and hasnāt been returning Deanās callsāshows up, also looking for Sam.
Dean doesnāt want to work with Castiel, and Castiel doesnāt seem thrilled about working with him, either. Can they put their differences aside whenĀ they discover that Sam disappeared after playing the Elevator Game? Will Dean and Castiel play the elevator game and travel to the Other World themselves? Will they find Sam before it's too late?Ā
The choice, dear reader, is yours. You are in control of the story.
But choose wisely, for once you play the Elevator Game, things may never be the same again.
Excerpt:
āWhere did Ali hear about the game?ā Samās voice asked.Ā
āShe, uh, she loved scary stuff. Horror movies, urban legends, that kinda thing. I think she found it on reddit, in one of those scary story subreddits? I donāt know, I donātā¦I donāt like that kind of thing. But, um, she was always talking about wanting to try it but you need a tall building and weād never been anywhere anyway tall enough untilā¦ā
āUntil that night. Did you tell the police?ā
Lilah scoffed. āI told them. They didnāt believe me.ā
āLilahā¦what do you think happened?ā
āI... I thinkā¦I think it worked.ā
The audio file ended, and Dean sorted through the rest of the papers from the envelope Lilah had given him. The first page was a print out from a true crime subreddit: Dean recognised it as one that Sam checked constantly. His brother had highlighted a post on the page, one consisting of a single line that was posted four days after Alison and the others had disappeared:
Ali Bleaker played the elevator game.
Frowning, Dean turned to the next page and found that it was an article from a website called āThe Ghost In My Machineā, titled āThe Most Dangerous Games: The Elevator Game Revisited.ā
Dean snorted at the title but read on:
"Some people know it as āElevator To Another Worldā. For others, itās the āElevator to Hellā... But no matter the name, this peculiarā¦game, I supposeāalthough thereās nothing playful about itāit always said to have the same outcome, as long as you follow its rules to a T: By riding an elevator alone, visiting a handful of floors in a particular order as you go, you can transport yourself to another world entirely."
Dean stared at the words on the page.
Another world.
āJesus, Sam, tell me you didnāt.ā
Once upon a time, Dean might have dismissed the claim of āanother worldā as something out of a science fiction story. But having visited several other worlds, Dean knew that alternate realities, multiversesāwhatever you wanted to call themā were real. He doubted that something as simple as riding an elevator could take you to another world, but the idea wasnāt as far-fetched as he once would have believed it to be.
Snatching up his computer, Dean quickly pulled up the phone tracking site that heād bookmarked and searched for the location of Samās phone.Ā
He was not at all surprised when the map showed Samās phone was at The Millennium Hotel, where Alison Bleaker had died.
Going up at @deancashorrorfest this October!
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Hello, Neighbor! (Insert Welcome Home reference here š )
I'm a hundred years late to this, but it's time for me to drop some questions for "The Kingdom of Thorns and Roses"! (I'm craving more Wish content, do this will do for now, lol.)
How did you come with your AU? Is it inspired from other AU's or something else?
What happened to Asha's family in this telling?
Can you drop a little lore about TKOTAR's Star system?
Who's your favorite character to draw in your AU?
Are any of the Teens in this story, are they sent to the oblivion? š
I know you mention that Flazino is possibly in your AU, but uhā¦..is he still alive or actually dead? Cause WG!Flazino can't vent to a dead guy. š
Any original characters in here besides Bonsai?
Which other Wish AU's would be some of your favorites?
Are all the songs from the movie included in your story, or us it just certain ones?
How long do you think your story is going to be?
How would TKOTAR!Asha would interact with WG!Asha? (She does have some trouble making friends though, lol)
Any hints for the ending?
Out of questions, but I'll give you a hug! š¤
OMG QUESTIONS AHHHHHHhš¦š¦
1. How did you come with your AU? Is it inspired from other AU's or something else?
I was inspired from a lot of works! I think what really made me actually GET INTO rewriting Wish was "Alicia and the Kingdom of Star Light" and "At all Costs" Animatics. At first, I originally was going to have Magnifico and Amaya be like this Gaston/Frollo like characters, but overtime, I didn't see them like that! I think this was because my interpitation of Magnifico in the film was more of the "tragic hero" rather than the "tragic villain". Also Asha at the time felt really boring, and Star felt very hallow, which is why I also had to change that super old draft to something new. Overtime, after watching Owl House, Race to the Edge, Wish...15 more times (watched it I think 30 times total), Hunch Back of Notre Dom, and Epic the Musical, I think some of those aspects of what I liked bled into the story. Example, people comparing Magnus to Odesseous LIKE ITS THE VIBE THEYRE NOT THE SAME PERSON-
Not only that, some parts of the story is actually kinda inspired from personal experience! Mainly with the family part- . . . but nothing less, it more inspired from HTTYD and Owl House lol
2. What exactly happed to Asha's family in this telling?
Well...neither of them are dead for starters.
Probably the only Asha who has a fully ALIVE family šš
3. Can you drop a little lore about TKOTAR's Star system?
Research ^
4. Who is your fav character to draw in your AU?
Agatha my beloved š
I don't even draw her a lot, I just love her design lmao
5. Are any of the Teens in the story, or are they sent to oblivion?
Pfftttt they weren't all sent to oblivion Rascal hehehh
Dahlia, Simon, and Gabo will most likely be the ones to end up in the story, so most of the teens are here.
I have some ideas to how they tie into Asha in terms of how they know her on a personal/co-worker relationship.
Dahlia WAS Asha's friend during the best parts of her childhood, before Asha distanced herself from her. Her arc is best kept secret for story reasons, but I think it is pretty wholesome.
Simon I'm sorta concidering to be some form of body guard while Asha goes into the Market.
Gabo probably will the the "consipiracy person who is actually right" type of guy heh- Also a friend Star becomes close with! (He totally does not teach him how to swear-)
I do want to incorpiate Hal and Bazeema and probably Flazino somehow in the story, just not sure how and what sort of purpose they will serve at the moment.
I still don't have designs for them, but I will soon hopefully :D
6. I know you mention that Flazino is possibly in your AU, but uhā¦..is he still alive or actually dead? Cause WG!Flazino can't vent to a dead guy š
So I guess he is now the Therapist! Flazino in my AU? IS THAT WHAT UR SAYING???? (I love it)
Too bad all the therapists are dead in Rosas because of the incident. No wonder Flazino probably dies from poisining. He knew too much.
Anyways no need to worry for the dead guy in the room that probably wont exist in my AU, the dead do exist as ghosts in some way so WG Flazino can still vent to him lmao
(ghosts cant talk tho (but then again, he drank poison which could have ruined his vocal cords but still))
He is looking out for WG Flazino :D (He was killed by drinking a mYsTeRiOuS LiQuId )
Just realized he kinda looks like Hermes- naurrrr not intentionalllll bc he looks like that bc he ded :(((
7. Any original characters in here besides Bonsai?
OK ROSAS, HERE IS ALL OG CHARACTERS IN THE STORY (THIS INCLUDES REPLACEMENTS)
Bonsai
Agatha
Thomas
Morning Star
Captain of the Guard, NOT PHEBUS (I dont have a name for him-)
Evelyn (minor character)
Atticus (minor character)
Agatha's parents (minor character)
Magnus' Father (minor character)
(what I mean by minor characters, I mean that they wont really show up in the story except in portraits or mentions unless I do a lore video that could include them)
CREATURES:
Dragons
Sirens
THE FUCKING FAIRES I HOPE YOU DIE LIKE KYS
Trolls
Ghosts/Ghouls (Good Ghouls Go Bad is a pretty good movie go watch it)
Forest/Water Nymths
Serpants
Kraken probably
Stars (ofc)
probably will be more
They all probably won't show up in the story, but know that they exist.
ALSO THIS ONE IS IMPORTANT, SO HERE IS A CONCIDERATION I HAD.
Although I am personally not sure if they will ever be in the story, along with Flazino, BUT...HERE ME OUT-
A ATLAS BASED CHARACTER. I MEAN THINK ABOUT IT
In Greek mythology, HE HOLDS UP THE FUCKING SKY??? LIKE??? BRO-
AND HE IS A TITAN?/?? ANDD IT WOULD MAKE SENSE??? KINDA???
Not sure, but I wanna put that there because I think a Atlas based character in a story with a sky filled with Star creatures is very interesting.
8. Which other Wish AU's would be one of your Favorites?
I don't pick favorites between fanfics. I personally love them all and I think a lot of them are really interesting retellings!
Except for the freaky ones
I hate you Hiccup x Toothless fanfic go burn (made me not trust fanfics for a long timešš) (BTW I DIDN'T READ IT MY SIBLING READ IT OUT LOUD TO ME AND WE WERE LIKE šØšØššāāļøšØ)
9. Are all the songs from the movie included in your story, or us it just certain ones?
Certain ones. It overall depends on execution in the story.
Im a star is removed for obvious reasons.
But as I honestly think about musical instruments tieing with their respected characters, I might have to make completely different songs for almost all of them-
OK for what I mean by this...
The 4 main characters, Agatha, Magnus, Asha, and Star have their respected instruments tied to their character. This is due to because a lot of the music surrounding the characters in classic disney had instruments tying with their character or enviroment. Ariel, for example, as more whimsical or wonderous music, as she sings "a part of your world". Unfortunatly, I found Wish's instruments not fitting to how I interepret the characters and went for a completely different route.
Asha is mainly tied with either the chello or violin in my version. "BUT ISN'T THE VIOLIN USUALLY TIED WITH THE VILLAIN??" Thats where I say "Does it have to be?" I want to shake it up a bit instead of the violin being just used for "EVIL", because it can be used to tell SUCH EMOTIONAL beats. Here is a cover of the "This Wish" I found:
youtube
And here is the actual song:
youtube
OFC, I would personally add more instruments to the violin cover for it to hit harder. I ironically found a "Epic" (not sure if it is to the Epic the Musical or just Epic version lol) version that hit so hard, I felt like I was ascending:
youtube
Listening to different instruments PLAYING THE SAME SONG hits a LOT MORE DIFFERENT. LIKE YOU FEEL DIFFERENT EMOTIONS LIKE WHAT-
Also a more prominant example is "Dandalions" by Ruth B.
Here is the original:
youtube
Here is the Violin cover (funny enough I listened to this version first before the original. Personally, I think the Violin is better)
If anything, I think the gutair is overused in Disney protagonists, Mirabel had one, Moana had one, and probably more. I just wanted to do something different!
For Star, I imagined the whimsical part of Neverland or more or less instruments that give you that feel, like flutes for example. Or hell, more lullaby! Honestly the best example I can give to show what I am going for is something like:
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Maybe even the At All costs instumental tying in both the Asha's instruments and His instruments at the same time can hit more different.
For both Agatha and Magnus, I liked how the trumpets were tied to the scenes they were in, like when Magnifico calls for a meeting and the trumpet plays, I honestly really liked that! But it doesn't have to be trumpets alone! I imagine Magnus/Agatha to have both a electric guitar/piano tied to their characters! Trumpets can be used to enhance the song their singing!
Here is a example (Ik it is a rewrite version, but I think this is a good one!)
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Unironically, there is not a lot of villain songs that I know of that use pianos. I think it is because it is more in ties with dispair moments rather than actual villain songs. Doesn't mean that they don't exist, its just uncommon.
Why am I ranting about this? Well, blame this guy:
He is right yk-
Shut up.
You shut up
10. How long do you think your story is going to be?
AT least 2-3 months, possibly more or less. It depends.
11. How would TKOTAR!Asha would interact with WG!Asha? (She does have some trouble making friends though, lol)
Ah both interovernts! My fav.
TKORAT! Asha also has trouble making friends. Its mainly due to her having trouble trusting someone and also some more personal issues (this goes for everyone, not just WG! Asha) I think at first TKORAT! Asha would at first just avoid talking to WG! Asha, until after a while, they have a nice cup of tea and just chat! Def would be Art buddies.
12. Any hints for the ending?
I have no idea. Just a lot of chopped up parts in my head. Probably smth like this:
and probably:
What have I done....WHAT HAVE I DONE-
13. Out of questions, but I'll give you a hug! š¤
Thanks for the Asks Rascal! š
I really appreciate it :D
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What are your thoughts on WR development overall and your thoughts on WR being developed/made canon in V10?
Ugh I am going to ramble about everything here I can feel it...well you asked for it. I apologize for none of it, and if you all hate me at the end well I don't mind.
Volume 6 and before are pretty much great. They go from kinda at odds to tentative friends, learning to trust, and rely on each other, best friends, pining over one and other and V6 was a loooot of WR for us to feast on.
Afterward I felt like it got sidetracked. There could be various reasons for this (in hindsight I feel like Penny being given a way bigger role so her death could hit harder is to blame for part of this because realistically how long has Ruby known Penny? A month?)
Even if you don't like the ship they're supposed to be canon best friends so I take personal issue with almost all of volume 9.
I think it was sloppy writing that didn't move the story forward, and even though I don't care about Bees I feel like they still got shafted since they basically were forced to confess to move things along, and them doing so made them miss out on the sister/supposed friend and her problems, and only showcased the worst sides of the relationship.
For example Yang let's Ruby scream at Weiss but only moves to do something when Blake gets yelled at. Blake and Ruby still have...less dialogue than Ruby does with Ren I think etc.
Jaune was too present merely because his entire deal took away from Ruby's imo.
I've said it before but frankly Nora falling and learning who she is away from Ren so when she sees him in V10 she's ready for the relationship is far more satisfying to me narratively.
Leave Jaune above ground so he has to deal with the fact that he thinks he failed his friends and they all died and let him learn from that experience instead.
This also doesn't take into account that Jaune's one interesting change in 9 (being old) is taken away via random deaging (although I guess this makes deaging canon and hey young maria this is how dwr can still win! more at 11!)
Generally when characters go through a volume you want some sort of arc for them to go and change through. Weiss gets none of that. Out of all the characters nothing really happens to her, and she doesn't change at all. She's just sad about Atlas. Neat.
There's no time for it just like there's no real time for Ruby.
In Ruby's own words 'gotta help Jaune right?' and they do. Ruby removes herself from the census, which is how its framed, and they stop to...help Jaune.
There are a few moments that are WR'ish in 9. The Nevermore summon, Weiss believing in Ruby, and calling her name first etc, but overall Weiss's main job is to backslide.
I said it before but in the market Neo, the perfect assassin is after Ruby, and they split up. Weiss goes 'gross nosehairs', and ditches her best friend who she already knows by that point is NOT doing well.
This is not Volume 1. This Weiss is not that petty, and she's literally had to manhandle corpses. The fact that she wouldn't stay near her canonical best friend, and leader is asinine, and only happens so she can be alone to meet the smith.
Even if Weiss can't help Ruby fight Neo she's an extra pair of eyes (and Neo doesn't care how crowded it is in the market), and just being there for Ruby can help.
With all that said RWBY is big into symbolism. When WR are together in almost all the side spin off material it means something. Manga Anthologies has them making heart eyes and flirting like every other page. Ice Queendom was a love letter to WhiteRose (precious?). The movies, etc.
When their weapons rest next to each other on screen like the Bees do? It means something. When their flowers break ranks to be near each other (and Weiss's flower is the lily please note)? This means something.
Ruby can stand and jump from missile to missile but has to wrap her arms around Weiss to stay seated?
If Chibi continues it's pattern of predicting things in the main plot then the fact that Weiss is the woodsman in the fairy tale means a loooot as in several versions of that fairy tale the woodsman marries little red after helping her deal with the wolf problem (which varies by the story).
They're the knight and princess for each other. Ruby comes into Weiss's live turns it upside down, and helps her change. Likes her for her genuinely and wants to be her friend at the start. Through this she changes the world for Weiss, and helps her grow, and Weiss in turn helps Ruby be the leader she can be.
But yeah I guess that's just friends things and they should date some guys they've had like a half a dozen lines with instead? I don't get it really.
She and Oscar punch each other in the face, and they talk about strategy. Oscar has a younger kid crush on her, and Ruby is awkward because that's her headmaster in this kids head. Oh right he went in for a hug she ignored. Peak romance.
Jaune and Weiss have almost no interactions, and when he saves her at Haven her response isn't to be like 'omg i love you' it's 'keep doing it i have work to do'. Are they friends now? Sure, but that's about as far as it goes.
It remains that outside of group hugs the only person that's allowed to initiate contact with Weiss almost all the time outside of battle is Ruby.
Ruby knows when she needs help and will guide her away when she needs it, but other people don't' touch Weiss unless she does it first because they know she doesn't like it...except Ruby.
I have tried to look at other relationships for them, and I honestly don't see them as realistic.
Even Penny would need a lot more development to make it work. I get that it's cute and wholesome but they've known each other for again a month, and Penny just defers to Ruby.
Ruby needs a partner and equal not a submissive enabler. That's a relationship you have with a pet, and not a person.
Now if Maria were young and hot that'd be different...
Anyway...
Ruby and Weiss are partners. If they're allowed to have the much needed conversations they never seem to get, ie haven, ever after, Ruby's mom, everything, etc.
Then is it possible? Maybe. If they do go WR I suspect it'll be more hints, and slow ramp up until the final season.
I would expect it either on the eve of the final battle, or literally during it maybe as in Weiss gets feds up with waiting, and decides to do something about it.
More likely at this point is they'll both just end up single with maybe faint hints so fans can imagine what they want for it.
Would I prefer it if it was WR so the team can truly be family? Yes, but I don't even know if we're getting a volume 10 at all to be honest. The fact that it wasn't announced at the last festival, and we get an extended eppy, and then nothing after the last movie?
Not making me feel super confident. I could be wrong though. On many things. Except Young Maria.
#rwby#whiterose#kinda#i still hate volume 9#so much#taco's rambling hour#thanks for the ask#asks#that you prob regret
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