#the poor lonely scared bastard

[taddymason]

Imagine how sad it is that Jay doesn't even remember his parents, he doesn't know his own age, or his birthday. He's been all alone for years since he can't trust anyone enough with his secret and no one cares about anything but work. He's stuck in a job he hates but knows nothing else.

yeah, I have many thoughts about him…

Also go watch this video please it's literally Amnesiac Jay

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

sometimes i think about an AA universe where Edgeworth didn't have to be shuffled off every 5 seconds so he could maintain credibility as a rival....where Phoenix didn't have to win every case...yes AA is a game yes i understand why it did that for the narrative. but when I look at those lonely scared 24 year olds from AA1 i can't help but think that their version of a happy ending would be to be able to get used to each other. to face each other over stupid cases and small things. Sometimes one winning, sometimes the other, until it hardly matters anymore, all that matters is finding the truth together. I want them to take each other for granted!!! i want them to look at the other across the courtroom and say "time to face this bitch for the hundredth time i guess!!" these poor bastards have never had anything approaching emotional stability before let them have each other damn it

[msookyspooky]

♡ Obsessed Delusional Reader x Sinclair Brother's ♡

Bo Sinclair:

- "Wow, so you want me that bad, huh? 🤭😏 You tied me up because you want to keep me here? That's so romantic! 😍 And out of everyone in my group it was me?"

- Bo is staring at you, trying to scare you and even hurt you but...The drive isn't there with you being so...Willing? Like, there's no fun in this you lil nutjob!

- Match made in hell

- "Are you there? Is your head just decoration or somethin'? What the fuck is your problem?? I am CRAZY and EVIL and will FUCK YOU UP." You: "Okay bby, if you say so. 🥰" All while Bo is short circuiting.

- Alright, that's it. You're getting the glue on your mouth.

- Honestly about to cut something off to make you afraid or hurt...He might but also might not because you fascinate him so are you a person that fascinates him or a toy he needs to break?

- The bondage sex is probably banging though ngl he's even a bit enthralled by how eager you are compared to most victims

- When you are still not afraid and looking at him in a way that melts most hearts even his icy one he can't even truly torture you properly. Most victims he can shut that off because they trigger his sadism by screaming and fighting or cussing him out or begging him but all these years he's never had a victim act so lovey dovey even after finding out his darkest secrets

- At first this has him so frustrated he has to leave the gas station room; having a crisis cause this has never happened before!

- Doesn't trust you but decided to undo the mouth glue or tape and untie you after all the fun to see what you would do...When you follow him around like a love sick puppy he's both annoyed yet enjoys it

- Mad lil unloved boy in a man's body that is both flustered and irritated at his captive being so fucking smitten for him without manipulation on his part. He has to be in control and your feelings for him is out of his control and he hates it.

- "...What the fuck" -Bo after finding you drawing his name with hearts in a notebook and planning your wedding and future with your captor while your chained up in his bedroom instead of the gas station room bc he obviously is in love with you to move you to someplace more comfy; how sweet of him ♡

- You are dead ass scarying him.

- He should kill you but he thinks you're so crazy he's kinda nervous if he misses with his shotgun and what you'll do if he does because you so obsessed with him is a level of coocoo he ain't never had before

- Once you start to show dimension other than flirting with him (Bonus points if you have trauma like he does and it's why you're lovebombing him and so attached) he starts to look at you as less a pest and more a clingy pet.

- Like...You really just have that much of a crush on him after everything he's done? You both can trauma bond and lovebomb each other? (And manipulate even if he's too dumb to realize you're manipulating him too to love you)

- Is actually willing to be crazy with you after awhile and have you obsessed with him because why not? It gets lonely in Ambrose and he likes you as a pet at times. He'd put a ring on your finger as his spouse just to shut you up, claim you like someone claims their chair, and as an act to lure victims

- If you get extremely possesive and jealous and refuse him having anyone strapped in that chair in that room but you; he actually is so flattered you're that possesive of him. Like he secretly always craved a person making him theirs like this PLUS you know his dark side and still want him.

- He'd probably ease up on being so mean and try acting like a crazy possesive delusional married couple together after that even if he still treats you as a thing to easily manipulate and control and he's CLEARLY not being manipulated either (Poor dumb bastard.)

- Vincent is internally screaming and questioning why this person is in their house and has a wedding band from a victim on their finger and his brother is...Being sweet on them??? Lester is happy for you though.

Vincent Sinclair:

- "Wow...I'm your muse? 🥺💘 That's so swee-" *Paralyzing agent kicks in but you have heart eyes still*

- He literally cannot work with you looking at him like that. Stop. He can't even wax your brows off because you're looking at him in a way no one has before

- You weren't even afraid and it makes him hesitate because...He forgot his tools upstairs! Obviously...He'll try again later.

- Once the agent wears off and your spared for now it's ten times worse

- He is blushing so bad under his mask at all your praise and admiring his work and admiring him you're gonna melt his damn mask!

- He is harder to get through to than his twin (HC Bo is more desperate for affection as the least favorite bad seed unloved child than he let's on he just acts cold but they both crave acceptance)

- Vincent pats your head like Jonesy the dog when you smile at him while he works...You're not so bad. As long as you stay outta the way.

- May have to pick you up and move you where he wants like furniture sorry his people skills kinda suck being sheltered for his face then stuck in abandoned Ambrose half his life

- Bo acts annoyed with your obsessed ways but secretly enjoys the neediness for him. Vince is actually annoyed being much more reclusive than Bo and now you're staring at him while he works.

- Dead stares at you when you sculpt tiny little figures of you both holding hands with wax he let you have...He loves it or else he'd destroy it obviously ♡♡♡

- When he lost his mask and you fawned over him (He acted like Erik in Phantom of the Opera the DRAMATICS) he's absolutely panicking and startled

- Once you kiss that side of his face and praise him maskless how on Earth could he not fall for you too despite your odd ways??

- Becomes just as obsessed with you only in a more lowkey way than you. Making sculptures and drawing you all the time. Enjoys you talking, keeping him company etc.

- Bo is bewildered when you verbal rip his ass so viciously when he made a nasty remark to your angel bby his twin brother that this big guy was reeling back thinking you were gonna jump him. Probably said shit that he'll be secretly thinking about tonight with a heavy heart too. Vincent snickers and pulls his guard dog away as you glare at Bo the entire way back downstairs.

- You and Bo do not get along because of how protective you are of Vince and how mean Bo can be

Lester Sinclair:

- "Oooo, you got such a big hunting knife! Is it in reference to...Other big things?🤭😘"

- HUH!?

- His brain shut off because he had never had a victim he took to his brothers flirt with him like this. And while he's covered in grime and roadkill?!

- It's okay it just adds to his manliness. We love a man with hobbies! ♡

- Like...Are you being mean and joking? Are you...Alright up there in your noggin? He would take the long way and other roads to Ambrose just to talk to you more and figure you out (Even when Bo is in a hot ass suit in a Church with no air waiting and is ringing Lester's cell off the hook)

- When you are fascinated by what he does, praising his job, asking about him; he is a blushing mess driving. Then he tries flirting back and cracks his cheesy jokes. And when you laugh??? Ooooh it's over. He's crushing severely.

- Easiest brother to woe. He's keeping you. Gonna show up to the house like Spencer in that one episode of ICarly.

Bo: "...What is that?"

Lester drinking a smoothie while you cheerfully wave love struck on his arm: "A smoothie??"

- He did question your mental state at first but hell he grew up with Bo and Vince so what the hell? He's a lil crazy too! Just part of your charm is all.

- When you are talking about the future he gets a little nervous but not out right opposing it just give him some time, babe! He could give you a ring made of deer antler or bone wittled down and you'd cry and say yes.

- He acts cute with you. You both are so disgustingly sweet on each other it makes Bo gag and Vincent roll his eye whenever you both come to town.

- Both twins are so jealous their goofy dirty lil brother found love before them and they can't stand it

[livmightlive]

LU Soul Eater AU: Legend

Thank you to everyone who Voted! Poor Legend 😭 his story starts with his birth (and some world building)

In this AU, Hyrule is a LARGE empire around the size of North America. In it are several ruling families that serve the Empress. Legend’s father is the second most high ranking royal, the king of western Hyrule. He rules over the largest part of land that doesn’t belong to the Empress.

I don’t think the king in ALTTP has a canon name so in this I’ll call him King West for simplicity.

King West and his wife, Queen West, have Fable. Unfortunately for Queen West, she struggles a lot with postpartum depression and spends some time recovering. This time is incredibly stressful for King West, who finds himself as the soul leader of western Hyrule, so he decides to blow off some steam and has an affair with a maid. 

Obviously this is Legend’s mother. She gives birth to him 10 months after Fable was born, (they’re Irish twins!), and passes away due to complications during it.

At this point a lot of the palace staff are really pissed off that this happened. Being left with the King’s bastard, they decide to bring Legend to the ENTIRE castle’s attention. This news reaches the king just a little after it reaches the Queen.

She’s FURIOUS. He had a stressful year??? She thought she was going to DIE.

Advisors suggest surrendering the boy to an orphanage where he can grow up anonymously, but the gossip of the king’s bastard son has already traveled far enough that the other kingdoms of Hyrule know it. They cannot renounce royal blood. Hylia flows through the child’s veins. 

The Queen demands that the child will not be raised in her castle. She cannot bear to watch the king’s “mistake” wander her halls. The king decides to send the child to be raised by his brother, Legend’s uncle, who is a small lord at the kingdom’s border. 

The king and Queen cannot divorce, but the Queen ends up spending most of her time traveling the empire on diplomatic missions. Fable is mostly raised by her father.

(Years later the Queen regrets her decision in casting Legend out. Legend does not. He’s actually grateful to have been raised away from court.)

Despite the amount of mess surrounding his birth, Legend is raised to be a very happy boy under his uncle’s care. He grows up in a small fort surrounded by apple trees and friends. His uncle never wed nor had children, so he gets all the attention he needs. He rides horses, learns some magic, and how to farm over the years.

Right before his 12th birthday, a witch called Agahnim sends western Hyrule into chaos. Legend’s Uncle is summoned to the castle to provide extra defense. Despite warning Legend to stay home, he sneaks after him. 

His uncle is too late, the castle is already taken over. Legend finds his uncle bleeding out. His uncle tells him that he needs to find his sister and get to safety before he dies in Legend’s arms.

Now he’s all alone. He finds Fable terrified and together they escape. Together they decide that they must take down Agahnim before he claims the rest of their kingdom. 

Fable can turn into a sword (I’m still trying to think of what type but a rapier is really burning into my brain). Wielding his sister, they go through a long and hard journey, eventually killing Agahnim and restoring “peace and balance” to their kingdom.

And Legend feels AWFUL. His father joyfully has him stay back at the kingdom. He’s a hero now. The Queen wouldn’t keep a hero from living in the castle, would she? 

He hates it. He starts taking etiquette classes and begins to learn how to be a proper prince. To make matters worse, Fable doesn’t even stay in Western Hyrule for most of the time. She’s usually in the northwest studying with her meister, Princess Dot.

He’s lonely and scared. When Agahnim attacked, he sent a curse over the land to cause all the knights to hunt him down. Now as he walks the castle halls he has to look at the people who wanted to hurt him only a few months ago. He also can’t stop having nightmares about his uncle. He misses him terribly.

Thankfully, this degree of hurt and loneliness doesn’t last too long. He keeps catching glimpses of a short kid who doesn’t look like he’s from here darting about the castle. One day they run into each other and he finally meets Hyrule.

Hyrule and Legend click instantly. Upon finding out that Hyrule is a weapon, specifically a magic weapon, they both become greatly excited to practice spells together. Legend and Hyrule both are very happy about this because neither of them have been able to practice their magic since moving into the castle. Eventually they get caught and this is a great concern. Hyrule is a lot of things: Sweet, cunning, powerful, Legend’s new best friend, and the son of the witch that corrupted all of southern Hyrule/political prisoner. 

King West tries to tell Legend that he and Hyrule can no longer see each other. That Hyrule is potentially- No is. Very dangerous. Legend throws his first tantrum. Queen West who is back for diplomatic affairs has been eaten away by her guilt of casting the young prince away for years. She gives Legend permission to become Hyrule’s full time meister. 

King West does not want to deal with this so he sends the two away to a boarding school that will properly train them. 

When Legend turns 16, he’s sent by his father on a solo quest to Labrynna and Holodrum which are part of the neighboring empire to Hyrule. There he does good deeds, the oracle games, in order to maintain good relations between them and Hyrule. On the way back he gets into an awful boat wreck, Link’s Awakening, barely making it home. 

Freshly traumatized, all he wants to see is his best friend. Unfortunately, while he was gone, Hyrule was sent back to southern Hyrule where he completed his own quest, Adventure of Link basically. 

Despite completing his quest, Hyrule hasn’t returned, having gone missing, so Legend sets out to look for him. 

Southern Hyrule is a combination of Hyrule’s games and Lorule. I’ll get more into when I retcon and write Hyrule’s part. 

Legend meets Ravio and strengthens ties between Southern Hyrule and Western Hyrule. Southern Hyrule has been oppressed by the rest of the empire for a long time. After it was taken over and cursed by a witch, Rule’s mom, 70ish years ago, it’s basically been under martial law/abandoned by the rest of the empire. It has multiple rulers and it is fraying apart. With Fable, Legend is able to secure future ties between the two kingdoms.

Finally he finds Hyrule, also freshly traumatized by his mission, and takes him home, not to the castle, but to his uncle's old fort which he finds under possession of Ravio. 

A few years of growing pass before they’re asked to join a new mission. 

And that’s Legend! I’m sorry if the world building is choppy, I’m still working on it! Please please please lmk what you all think! Lmk who you’d like to see next and any thoughts or headcanons you have!!

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Doflamingo: *sees Lizard during Marineford* OH MY POOR DEFENSELESS NIECE YOU MUST HAVE BEEN SO SCARED AND LONELY WITHOUT YOUR UNCLE DOFFY!

The Marines: *currently being attacked by a feral Lizard whos helping Luffy get to Ace* DEFENSELESS?

Koby: *love stuck*

Mihawk: *looks at Lizard whos committing war crimes then back to Doflamingo* If thats your definition of defenseless I would hate to see what you consider a threat.

Buggy: *wondering what kind of twilight zone he fall into where LIZARD is being defenseless*

Crocodile: KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER YOU PINK BASTARD.

Whitebeard: I like her she reminds me of Ace. MARCO KEEP ON AN EYE ON YOUR NEW BABY SISTER. I DON'T WANT HER TO GET HURT.

Marco: Yes Pops. *goes to assist Lizard*

The marines are horrified at the possibility that she is not only related to Crocodile, but also the Donquixote Family. Now they're all giving her space because they're scared Doflamingo will skin them alive for hurting his niece (they aren't wrong about that part)

[spotsupstuff]

Ooh, super interested in what happened to your Sun and why he went from lying to himself to becoming an apathetic brick wall lol

well! Suns was always an apathetic brick wall. because of a design flaw. Moon has already talked about this in one of the questions we've answered:

the Iterator design evolved by the process of eliminating "redundant" things, with only their capability of figuring out the Great Problem taking priority. quite literal case of putting the evolution points into a singular specialization because of outside guidance

Gen 1s are chunky and tall as they are because they physically (with their puppets) interacted with the Ancients often- either because check ups and fixing things was often required since they were the experimental Generation OR for the sake of things like school/educational trips (citizens of Gen 3s would have road trips to Gen 1s rather than visiting their own iterators). and we end up with the lanky spiky Gen 3 design thanks to this process of elimination

the official jump from Gen 1 to Gen 2 was a BIG thing. different Gen happens when a LOT of things are eliminated to the point that the base design is more cumbersome and therefore it gets revamp to fit the systems better. the jump to Gen 2 wasn't.... the smoothest one

on a physical level everything had gone absolutely swimmingly. but some dumbfuck from the big designer/engineer/programmer team fucked up n accidentally removed the One thing that ensured the Iterators could experience emotions as fully and broadly as a normal organic. and so early Gen 2s have the reputation of being incredibly dull concerning emotional matters (some were a bit spared of this when someone from the construction team on-site noticed the flaw)

this was resolved within the same Generation and pretty quickly by reverse engineering the parts of Gen 1s that made them so capable of this. NSH specifically was very influencial in this research because, for some reason nobody could ever figure out, he was more emotion capable than most of Gen 1s (this fact got boosted cuz the reverse engineering then turned into Enhancing so they could see how far they could possibly take this. NSH does the Iterator equivalent of crying when watching movies Every Time GUARANTEED)

i already have this on hand, so here's Fish (early Gen 2) and Euros (mid Gen 2) for comparison

poor bastard Seven Red Suns drew the shortest stick possible with this design flaw n has absolutely Minimal emotional understanding and capability

the Terrible thing about this is that they are Aware of this flaw of theirs and what little spark of emotion they can surrect within themselves they dedicate to either mourning or hating it. that's the subject of their depressive "pondering" in this pic

they are *trying* so hard to have emotions and feelings. they often force fake ones into their voice and it's painfully apparent cuz they always put their all into it, no subtlety about it

the pain there is faked. they know what sounding pained means to other people, so they force their voice into such form to show to Spears that they didn't mean to be so blind to its capabilities of being a feeling, comprehending creature

their ruse of charm was put in place to make themselves... well, maybe not Feel exactly but you know what i mean- to seem better, i guess. so the other Iterators would love them, so the children wouldn't be so scared of their apparent coldness, so they wouldn't hurt anyone around them because harming people will make them go away and Suns doesn't want to be lonely and Needs other people if he wants to solve the Great Problem. more heads more smarts. "look at me, i'm alright! i feel alright! i am Well! i am happy!" and if i say that to myself enough it will Have to become true

like all Gen 1 n Gen 2 Iterators could tell they were bullshitting, though. they appreciated the effort though so most of the group accepted Suns either way. Gen 3s did not recognize it so much- that's how Pebbles ended up as their mentee rather than Moon's (as he was honestly set up to be, which just made him Not Want To take Moon on as his mentor) or some other Gen 1's (Gen 3s often search for mentors cuz there's a lot of things to catch up on in the research at this point- they often go for Gen 1s cuz naturally they have the most knowledge at hand. Innocence, for example, is Nish's mentee!!! she's his shitty little student, he wants to bonk her So much for bein disrespectful to everyone and he loves her with his entire fuckin being. his lil fucklet...)

this ruse starts to slowly slip past Suns' fingers some years after the Ancients' mass ascension. the longer the searching for solution drags on the more Iterators start giving up, becoming desperate, negative, ...insane... Suns gets affected by both the time and everyone else around them. the ruse doesn't MATTER anymore, because everyone is damaged in SOME way at some point. everyone is a little or a lot broken, what is so bad about their flaws at This point- nobody gives a shit and they sure as fuck don't have the emotional power to give a singular fuck in the first place so why not... just let go of that if it isn't so required anymore...

and so they become an apathetic brick wall openly to the whole world, "shedding" their lies, prioritizing logic and goal chasing over others' feelings and importance of the present

that's how we got here in my take on RW

Suns is fucked up, man

[vallxlkzal]

Need.

(tw: evil Detecive n' beaten Wally in Waldo's body 🤧)

💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔

— You will bitterly regret what you have done.

Wally stiffened, expecting another blow to his cheek, but instead his head was lifted by his chin and looked into his eyes. Wally also looked back with teary and half-covered eyes that burned with pain and tears, because this crazy Detective did not let go, did not stop hitting and interrogating. He did not stop indulging in some of his own sick thoughts, whispering to sneakily press Waldo into the ground even harder. Even harder, even more fiercely.

Something about some murders, about a dead Wenda... What the hell is going on here?

— But I didn't do anything, really... I want to go home... — Wally whimpered faintly, unable to even speak normally because of something unknown that the man had injected him with. Instead of pity, the Detective felt only more rage. And some other strange feeling that made him want to hurt this striped creature even more. Something on the level of insane addiction, inadequate, painful passion. And a desire for death, obviously.

Waldo did not admit to anything. It made the Detective angry, infuriated. Waldo also cried. It entertained. To a certain extent. He was also weak and frail. It was... exciting. Lustfully.

How could the Detective possibly know that it was not Waldo, but Wally Waldini, because they looked so much alike. You couldn't tell the difference. And there's no need to. To hell with it. The Detective saw only the serial killer he had been chasing for so many years, not a cartoon character or a book character. A serial killer who had been beaten up and pumped full of tranquilizers. This bastard was no longer smiling, not laughing madly, but was frightened and shedding big, too big even for him, hot tears that mixed with his blood and dirt.

Oh, that's the strongest tranquilizer the Detective ever had, and all that stuff was poured into Wally so that he wouldn't get away.

He won't, will he?

It is strange that the night lights around them are not flashing in fear and there are no other Waldo doubles. Perhaps this doppelganger got separated from his striped pack. And that's fine.

— You're under arrest, Waldo.

Wally opened his heavy eyelids, but he couldn't get a good look at his surroundings. He only remembered that it was a park, night, and some unknown man chasing after him and shooting. And he caught up. And he pushed him painfully to the ground. And he could not calm his very excited breathing.

— My name is... Wally Waldini, I'm not.. Waldo... — Wally groaned weakly in pain as the Detective pinned the striped creature's arms behind his back and cuffed his thin hands. For several seconds he held Wally's wrists too tightly until he finally let go.

Wally was scared and lonely in this alien universe. But most of all, he wanted to sleep. For a few seconds, he did indeed fall asleep, and lost sight of the predatory licking Detective.

The Detective was pressing his tall body to the ground with his foot and thinking about something. Should he increase the dosage? That would be lethal. It would be... fun.

But too easy. Waldo must suffer the way poor Wenda suffered before she died... Her terrible beating with a cane was imprinted in the Detective's memory as a painful wound, an incurable trauma for the rest of his life. All his life he sees the mutilated body of his beautiful late wife before his eyes and promises to repeat it with the killer. With Waldo. To repeat it twice as strongly and cruelly.

A tense hand tightens its grip on Wally's stick, and Wally tries his best to stay awake again. Wally is not human, not human at all. Rather, he is an unusual person. Just a funny slender and tall, striped creature from books and cartoons and someone's drawings. A primitive human tranquilizer works on him more moderately, not as harshly as on an ordinary, pixelated person. And the Detective is furious from this.

— Please, call Wenda, call Odlaw... Someone — everyone knows me and will confirm that I am not guilty of anything you are talking about... I'm begging you.

— Wenda? WENDA? You fucking...

One swing of the cane and a punch. That's a ridiculous impersonation of a punch.

Wait. Where's the punch?

The Detective tried again. And again. And again. The stick kept stopping in an invisible wall just a few centimeters away from Wally, and then not touching him, as if not giving the Detective a chance to do any damage.

"This fucking thing is protecting Waldo!" — the cop thought. Quite expected.

Wally closed his eyes in fear, but realized that his stick was not allowing him to be hit. It was nice and sweet, but it didn't seem to stop the angry man at all. He angrily turned Wally over on his back and grabbed him by the throat with his bare hands.

Wally tried to cover himself with his hands, but they were handcuffed. Normally, he would have easily untangled himself from this metal because he had survival skills in difficult situations, but now, when his body was not obeying and the situation was out of control, and the Detective was threatening and smiling madly, Wally was suffocating.

For the first time, he was scared, very scared. A little more and he would faint. Although his eyes darted from side to side in fright, and his hoarse cry tried to break through his thin throat, he was getting weaker.

This discovery intoxicated the Detective, captivated him. Waldo is mortal. Is he? Waldo is fucking mortal! Mortal...

The Detective's smile grew, and his heart seemed to skip a few beats. Even if it was just a double, it was still Waldo's double. Anyone can be caught. Anyone can be shot through the head. No. No... Everyone can be tortured in different ways. Everyone will die in different ways, but at the same time in a terrible way.

And the Detective finds himself stealing the last crumbs of air from "Waldo" with his cruel kiss. Bites his plump lips, which will never smile vilely again. Licks his blood, which will never again saturate this skinny body with life and the thirst for killing.

Waldo wanted this. Why is he not enjoying it now, but dying in panic? Why is there no calmness and painful frenzy in those red eyes, as there was before? Instead, there is fear. And this fear is more visible and greater than the one the Detective saw that day in the restaurant.

A little more...

A blow. Now a real, strong blow from Wally's magic stick, which hit the Detective on the head and thus made the man lose consciousness for a while, saves his owner.

The frightened Wally gradually sits up, eagerly catching air with his mouth. Fortunately, this was enough time to take off his handcuffs, take a stick and, leaning on it, try to walk away. The world around him was bending into some kind of frantic spiral, blood dripped from his broken lips and nose, and before his eyes stood a nasty pixelated kaleidoscope of a universe Wally had never seen before. It was unpleasant and made him want to vomit.

Waldini had just been kissed to death, with such hatred, with such lust, that it was incredibly scary and somehow even a little disturbing. Who was this Waldo who drive the strange Detective to such a crazy? Sometimes Wally was also called "Waldo," but he corrected them in time. This strange name was given to him by other people. And no one knows why.

— Oh, my stick, what he gave me... — the striped creature whimpered, wiping blood and tears with a dirty sweater sleeve. His glasses seemed to be cracked, but at least they weren't broken.

Wally took one last look at the man lying on the ground. He seemed to wake up and jumped to his feet.

— Stop! Fucking Waldo, stop!

With a heavy exhalation, Wally opened a portal to his world, crossing the pixel boundary and taking away the Detective's ability to even catch up, as the portal slammed shut in front of him. He didn't even have time to get his gun.

— I'm not coming back there again, — Wally said quietly to his stick and went to the bathroom to wash off all the dirt, both physical and emotional.

***

(Ukrainian version before translation, if anyone is interested in the original bruuuuuh 🤜🤜🤜🤜):

— Ти гірко пошкодуєш про те, що зробив.

Волі замружився, очікуючи нового удару по щоці, але замість цього його голову підняли за підборіддя і дивились в очі. Воллі також дивився у відповідь заплаканими і напівприкритими очима, що пекли від болю і сліз, бо ж цей шалений Детектив не відпускав, не припиняв бити і допитуватися чогось. Не припиняв потурати якимось власним, хворим думкам, нашіптуючим крадькома втиснути Валдо в землю ще міцніше. Ще дужче, ще лютіше.

Щось про якісь вбивства, про мертву Венду... Що взагалі тут відбувається?

— Але я нічого не робив, правда... Я хочу додому... — Воллі слабко скиглив, не в змозі навіть нормально говорити з-за чогось невідомого, що вколов йому цей чоловік. Замість жалю, Детектив відчував лиш більшу лють. І ще якесь дивне почуття, що змушувало кривдити це смугасте створіння ще більше. Щось на рівні безумної залежності, неадекватної, болючої пристрасті. І бажання смерті, очевидно.

Валдо ні в чому не зізнавався. Це злило, бісило. А ще плакав. Це розважало. Певною мірою. А ще був слабкий і немічний. Це... збуджувало.

Звідки Детектив взагалі міг знати, що перед ним зовсім не Валдо, а Воллі Вальдіні, бо ж вони так схожі. Не відрізнити. Та і не потрібно. До біса. Детектив бачив перед собою лиш серійного вбивцю, за яким ганявся вже стільки років, а не мультиплікаційного доброго героя чи персонажа книжок. Добряче побитого, перекачаного транквілізатором і тумаками серійного вбивцю. Не посміхався вже цей покидьок, не сміявся шалено, а налякано проливав великі, занадто великі навіть для нього, гарячі сльози, що змішувались з фого кров'ю і брудом.

О, це найсильніший транквілізатор, який тільки мав Детектив, і усю цю речовину було щедро влито в Воллі так, що тепер він нікуди не втече.

Не втече ж, правда?..

Як дивно лише, що нічні ліхтарі довкола них не миготять від страху і немає інших двійників Валдо. Можливо, цей двійник відбився від своєї смугастої стаї. І це прекрасно.

— Тебе арештовано, Валдо.

Воллі відкрив тяжкі повіки, але не міг гарно розгледіти довколишнє середовище. Він тільки пам'ятав, що це був парк, ніч і якийсь невідомий чоловік, який гнався слідом і стріляв. І догнав. І боляче притискав до землі. І все ніяк не міг заспокоїти своє збуджене дихання.

— Мене звати... Воллі Вальдіні, я не... Валдо... — Воллі слабко простогнав від болю, коли Детектив заломив руки смугастого створіння за спину і вдягнув наручники на тонкі руки. Декілька секунд він занадто палко тримав зап'ястя Воллі, поки, нарешті, не відпустив.

Було страшно і самотньо в цьому чужому всесвіті. Але найбільше хотілося спати. На декілька секунд Воллі і справді поринає в сон, і впускає з уваги хижо облизуючогося Детектива.

Детектив притискав високе тіло до землі ногою і про щось думав. А чи не підвищити дозування? Це буде летально. Це буде... весело.

Але занадто просто. Валдо повинен страждати так, як страждала нещасна Венда перед смертю... Її страшні побої від палиці закарбувались в пам'яті Детектива болючою раною, невиліковної травмою до скону віку. Все своє теперішнє життя він бачить перед очима понівечене тіло своєї прекрасної покійної дружини і обіцяє повторити подібне з вбивцею. З Валдо. Повторити вдвічі сильніше і жорстокіше.

Напружена рука міцно стискає палицю Воллі, а сам Воллі з останніх сил знову намагається не заснути. Воллі не людина, зовсім не людина. Вірніше — він незвичайна людина. Просто веселе струнке і високе, смугасте створіння з книжок і мультфільмів, і чиїхось малюнків. Примітивний людський транквілізатор діє на нього помірніше, не так жорстоко, як на звичайну пересічну, піксельну особу. І Детектива це приводить в лють.

— Прошу, подзвоніть Венді, подзвоніть Одлаву... Кому-небудь — мене всі знають і підтвердять, що я не винен ні в чому з того, про що ви кажете... Я вас молю...

— Венді? ВЕНДІ?! Ах ти...

Один замах палиці і удар. Смішна пародія на удар.

Стоп. А де удар?

Детектив спробував ще раз. І ще. І ще. Палиця увесь час зупинялась невидимою стіною прямо в декількох сантиметрах від Воллі, а далі — не торкалась його, ніби не даючи Детективу і шансу завдати хоч якусь шкоду.

"Ця блядська річ захищає Валдо!" — промайнуло в голові копа. Доволі очікувано.

Воллі заплющив очі від страху, але зрозумів, що його палиця не дозволяє вдарити його. Це було мило і приємно, але розлюченого чоловіка, схоже, зовсім не спинило. Він зі злістю перевернув Воллі на спину і стиснув його за горло голими руками.

Воллі хотів прикритися своїми руками, але вони були закуті в наручники. В звичайній ситуації він би з легкістю виплутався з цього металу, тому що володів навичками виживання в непростих ситуаціях, але зараз, коли тіло не слухалось, а ситуація вийшла з-під контролю, та ще й якийсь Детектив погрожував і шалено посміхався, Воллі задихався.

Вперше йому стало страшно, дуже страшно. Ще трохи — і він втратить свідомість...

Це занадто нудно. Хоч погляд його налякано метушиться зі сторони в сторону, а хриплий крик намагається прорватися крізь тонке горло, все одно він слабкішає.

Це відкриття п'янило Детектива, полонило його. Валдо смертий. Невже? Валдо до біса смертний! Смертний...

Посмішка Детектива росла, а серце, здається, пропустило кілька ударів. Навіть якщо це просто двійник, то це все одно двійник Валдо. Кожного можна спіймати. Кожному можна пропустити пулю крізь голову. Ні. Ні... Кожного можна катувати різними шляхами. Всі помруть по-різному, але одночасно по-страшному.

І Детектив знаходить себе крадучим останні крихти повітря у "Валдо" своїм жорстоким поцілунком. Кусає його пухкі губи, які більше ніколи не будуть мерзенно посміхатися. Злизує його кров, яка більше ніколи не буде насичувати життям і жагою до вбивств це худе тіло.

Валдо ж хотів цього. Чому він зараз не насолоджується, а помирає в паніці? Чому в очах цих червоних немає того спокою і хворобливого шаленства, як раніше? Натомість — переляк. І переляк цей видиміший і більший навіть за той, який Детектив бачив того дня в ресторані.

Ще трохи...

Удар. Тепер справжній, сильний удар від магічної палиці Воллі, що самостійно вдарила Детектива по голові і таким чином змусила чоловіка втратити свідомість на певний час, рятує свого господаря.

Наляканий Воллі поступово присідає, жадібно ловлячи ротом повітря. На щастя, цього часу трохи вистачило, щоб зняти з себе наручники, взяти палицю і, спираючись на неї, спробувати піти. Світ довкола гнувся в якусь несамовиту спіраль, з розбитих губ і носа капала кров, а перед очима стояв бридкий піксельний калейдоскоп невідомого до цього для Воллі всесвіту. Це було неприємно і викликало бажання виблювати.

Тільки що Вальдіні цілували до смерті, з такою ненавистю, з такою жагою, що це було неймовірно страшно і якось навіть трохи тривожно. Хто був цей Валдо, який довів дивного Детектива до такого шаленства? Іноді Воллі теж називали "Валдо", але він їх вчасно виправляв. Це дивне ім'я дали йому інші люди. І невідомо чому.

— Ох, паличко, що він мені вколов... — скиглило смугасте створіння, витираючи кров і сльози брудним рукавом светру. Здається, окуляри теж потріскались, але хоча б не зламались.

Воллі востаннє подивився на лежачого на землі чоловіка. Здається, він прокинувся і підскочив на ноги.

— Стій! Блядський Валдо, стій!

З тяжким видихом Воллі відкрив портал в свій світ, переступаючи піксельну межу і відбираючи в Детектива можливість навіть наздогнати — портал зачинився у того перед носом. Навіть часу дістати пістолет не було.

— Я більше сюди не повернусь. Мені тут не сподобалось... — тихо сказав Воллі своїй палиці і пішов ванної, аби змити з себе увесь цей бруд як фізичний, так і від пережитого.

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[gatheringfiki]

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Chapter 1

The cold is something Anders isn't used to, or something he'd ever wanted to get used to. He's been looking for that stupid Yggdrasil stick for a long time now and he would be downplaying it if he said he was tired, he hates it in Norway; they only eat fish and the air feels like being tackled by a snow giant and the chicks only wear pants. He's fucking sick of it that's what it is, the month of december is Anders´s least favorite and here where he can only speak to a few English speakers; he feels just as lonely as he did in Auckland except it's harder to get into someone's pants to forget about it; not to mention the afterlife effort he has to put in to maintain his dick interested and not freeze and break off his body.

He finds a promising lead on accident while shopping for alcohol after another month of speaking to useless tourist baiters; the shop owner tells him about a forest back in the least populated regions of Norway and explains in poor English (better than Anders's absolutely UNACCEPTABLE Norwegian) that most people are scared to go into this place; thorns; dead flowers and broken three trunks line the path of whoever dares enter and no one ever comes out; especially around this time of year; he says.

It's ominous and terrifying but better than nothing, and so the blonde sets off for yet another trip to an unknown part of a country he doesn't belong to.

The end of this trip and the idea that he'll find that stupid stick becomes far more and more plausible to Anders when he tries to hire a guide and no one will go with him; not even for twice or triple what they charge and even when he tries to Bragi a poor bastard into going inside all he gets it's the man to drive him close enough; he drops him off in a town called Førresfjorden; beautiful, covered in snow and surrounded by miles and miles of freezing cold, unforgiving sea; he gets it.

The blonde has gotten tired of staring at the views if he's honest. The people there treat him nicely and lead him to the beginning of a forest, again, just pointing fingers, and as the people get sparse; the more suspicious and even pitiful looks they give Anders.

He finds his way through the last of the pavemented roads and to a very suspicious looking sign that poorly (with the water damage and plants growing near it) reads "her ligger den grønne" pointing to the tip of the forest; he thinks about pulling out his phone and translating whatever it is that the sign says but he's far more preoccupied with getting out of there and he ventures into the snow covered woods, the shadows of the three lines make it look like the grass is darker on the inside of the forest but the blonde tells himself that's impossible. The woods go for miles and miles; and he feels like he's walked for hours yet the three line and the pavement are just as close as they where at first; the mud makes it hard for him to lift his feet off the ground and the tips of his fingers are so cold it hurts him to move them “fucks sake” he mumbles as he trips over a three root that surges from the ground; barely catching himself on a three trunk and getting a cut right to the middle of his hand, his gloves didn’t help much and the stinging pain is almost as bad as the print of his bloody hand that somehow remains; sticking out like a sign inside this green and white dome; vibrant and minacious like trying to tell Anders (with his own blood) that he should turn back around. He shudders in disgust; he really does hate blood; but he’d rather see it than die of an infection so he ties his hand with a piece of rag that squishes blood drops out of it; calling the attention of something in the woods as Anders keeps walking.

It’s definitely been a few hours (or at least it feels like that thanks to the general darkness that accompanies the forest) when he stops walking again; afraid he's gotten lost and too tired to move, he takes a second to sit in the nearest rock; somehow drier and not covered in moss like the rest; his hand stings and his stomach growls announcing to anders that he should have had breakfast.

he huffs out annoyed mumbling to himself “not now” looking up at the sky and rolling his back to ease the tension, he finally notices the tree lines stop like in a pattern; a circle where nothing grows; not even grass and the threes are so tall that it looks like its night even tho Anders's watch marks 2 pm; he gets up carefully from the rock; inspecting his wrinkled map and huffing confused; he makes a small turn in his own place trying to understand where he came from; then he waits for a sign of some sorts; maybe a stream or a bird, the silence hits him so hard it is scary; every step reverberates thru the clearing and every breath out of his mouth is like a scream drowned in the wind; he'd think it was somewhat peaceful if it wasn't because that second it hits him

He's lost

Oh so terribly lost; no signal on his phone, no guide, and his map doesn't even show that part of the forest since no one dares enter; he tries to turn back to where he started but no matter which route he takes he always ends up in the same place right in the middle of the circle of..well nothing. He makes a desperate attempt to call for help but his voice gets drowned by the threes; the wind, an unprecedented wind by the way; that the blonde has no idea where it came from or how could it even pass thru the neatly (way to neat) and tightly arranged threes starts to hit him from both sides as he runs around yelling for help; the wind blows on his ears and even starts to push him; lifting leaves and sticks of the ground making it difficult for Anders to see anything but dark green and the snow that circles him menacingly; he puts his hands crossed over in front of him as to not get hit by anything in the face; growing more desperate

“Stop; Stop it. Now!” He yells to the air, not sure what else to do. The tremor in his voice makes it hard to get Bragi’s words out but the wind stops altogether; finally allowing the blonde to open his eyes to what he feels is a poor tasted prank. When he finally puts his hands down; he’s in a different forest; the leaves are all light green and the flowers blossom around him in a tapestry of colors; the sun beams bright making him squint his eyes, mildly grateful for the heat but knowing damn well it wasn't this warm a second ago he looks around confused;; the circle of threes, the rick and the center of dead dirt are nowhere to be seen; now it's just him and the flowers; the grass up to his knees and a small waterfall that leads to a stream.

He is SO fucking lost, no doubt.

[randomruff]

A Cage of Silence

It was insufferable.

Weight heavier than what he ever felt before kept him in place, kept him from moving even an inch. The feel of rock and chains placed around him squeezed his breath away and the horrible taste of melted copper and iron pelits given to him by the ever annoying and irritatingly smug mountain spirits burned him from the inside. -something that those sick bastard enjoyed far too much-

And Silence. The suffocating silence!

It was almost too much. Too much to handle, like it was trying to put another cage on him. To steal whatever freedom he had left. To put unwanted, illogical, and untrue thoughts into his head! They feel so cruelly true.

It made Wukong realize how much the waterfalls back home gave him a sense of calm. How the chatter and chips of his beloved people gave him a sense of courage. How the smell of fruits and flowers gave him a clear mind. How it all gave him a sense of security, a impenetrable wall that no one could get to.

A wall of an Illusion that kept him from realizing just how much of a monster he was becoming.

A low growl escaped him, scaring any lingering spirits away. He hated it, the silence more than anything. More than the one who put him here in the first the place. It was insufferable, suffocating and- and- and...

It was so utterly lonely....

Why? Why did he feel so lonely? It didn't make sense... Why was he in here the first place?! Why was he the only one trapped here?! The others were just as guilty as he was!... So why?!

He knew

WHY WAS HE THE ONLY ONE PUNISHED?!

He knew exactly why

IT'S UNFAIR

He knew how too

IT'S CRUEL

It's karma

IT'S- IT- IT WAS-

Selfish

It was greed...

Greed and pride that got him in this mess... His ego far to big for his own good... A insatiable hunger- fear... to live. To be stronger... Stronger... For what?! What was he doing this for?!

"You were doing this for yourself!"

Silence... Nothing but the eternal cage of silence.

"Bud- no... I-" Something wet trailed down his cheek, before dropping to the ground. The rocky walls and heavy chains seemed to blur, it almost seemed like they gathering closer to him. To smother him with their cold, unbearably cold and heavy arms.

"Mihou was right..." A sharp pain clenched his heart, it squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, it was painful, lonely and it felt like it was caging his poor little stone heart until-

"I really was doing it for myself...."

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[sicklegirlvanna]

New years party

Miranda: this music is loud and my head hurts

Karl: and to make it worse big bitch and sonya drunk two big ass bottles of tequila by themselves

Miranda: oh my goodness

Karl: and to top it off Daniela is throwing it back on the dining table

(Daniela aggressively shaking her ass): ALL MY LADIES POP YOUR PUSSY LIKE THIS SHAKE YO BODY DON-(PROJECTILE VOMITS)ah fuck me in the ass (falls off table)

Miranda: what in the actual fuck

(Loud thumping noise)

Miranda: what was that

(Cassandra sitting on Savannah's lap): bela and donna went upstairs two hours ago soooo-

Savannah: DONNA GETTING RAILED

(A very drunk donna in the distance): Savannah shut the fuck up

Angie: yep definitely fucking

(Loud thumping going faster)

Miranda: poor donna also wheres alcina and sonya

(Daniela looks up from the puddle of vomit she was lying face first in)

Salvatore: vomits looking at it

Daniela: aww there making out

(Sonya with lipstick stains and hickeys on her neck): I really am one lucky bastard

Alcina: let's go upstairs sonya *Hic*

Sonya: but I'm not done drink-

Alcina: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW GET YOUR SHORT ASS UPSTAIRS AND RAIL ME

(Sonya scared like all hell): ok ok asshole let me just finish my bottle

(Daniela on the fucking banister) I'm gonna jump

Karl: do a flip

Daniela: weeeeeeeeee (slams on the dining room table) HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR *weeeeze passes out*

(Miranda looks over to Cassandra and Savannah aggressively making out) when in the hell- fuck it I'm calling mia cause I'm lonely

I know I know I'm fucking late but happy new year

[targaryenssurvive]

Chapter 14 Rhaella

Rhaella was breaking her fast with her family, or most of her family, Rhaegar and Aerys were discussing something together and had given everyone else the go ahead to eat breakfast without them, which made for a nice quiet breakfast, the children were joking and talking to each other, Viserys and Rhaenys were teasing each other as per usual, Aegon was trying to calm them a bit, and Daenerys and Aemon were drawing together.

Elia cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. “So, as I'm sure everyone remembers the Tyrells are coming to visit, they should arrive today.” Rhaella saw Rhaenys eyes light up at the mention of the visit, though Rhaenys had never explicitly stated how she felt about the Tyrell heir but Rhaella had always known what it was.

“I want everyone on their best behaviors.” Elia spoke. “Aren’t we always?” Viserys replied. Elia chuckled “no….they should be here around noon, once we get word they’ve arrived we’ll wait outside for them.” Elia spoke.

‘Ah outside, outside the red keep, how I would love to be outside the Red Keep, alas Aerys hasn’t granted me that privilege in years.’ Rhaella thought. She hadn’t been allowed outside the Red Keep since she was pregnant with Viserys. yes she could go on her balcony, or in the garden but that was all in the keep, it wasn't truly being outside, she longed to be outside, she remembered as a child her family would occasionally go on hunts and trips, she remembered when her father wasn’t sick, her parents would walk outside with her and Aerys, they would pick flowers and have picnics, it was one of the few times Rhaella could remember being happy with Aerys being around.

Elia, Viserys, Daenerys, Aegon and Rhaenys were all at the gates waiting to greet the Tyrells, Rhaella was sitting on the couch in a sitting area with Aemon next to her. Due to Aemons bastard birth he was forbidden to greet nobles and hold the same prominence as the other members of the family which meant during times like this Aemon would sit with Rhaella and keep her company. When Viserys was younger he wasn’t allowed outside much either so he would be by Rhaellas side but as he grew and his risk of death lowered he was given more freedoms, which meant when company arrived he would be there to greet them, he wouldn’t be by his mothers side. Rhaella couldn’t blame Viserys, she would be just as desperate to get some fresh air if she was given the chance. Rhaegar used to keep her company as well, but as Rhaegar grew into the man he is today he became distant, not just from Rhaella but from everyone, his wife, his children, his siblings, he got even worse after the ugliness of the rebellion. Now it seems that the only person he talks to regularly is Jon Connington, and even then it seems like it’s mostly Jon doing the talking. When Daenerys was born Rhaella had her as company, her baby girl would sit and cuddle with her during lonely times, of course Daenerys was always an adventurous curious girl, and as soon as she learned to crawl she started getting away from Rhaella.

Rhaella missed when both her sons were close to her, before Rhaegar grew, when he was her boy, when he would comfort her with his presence after a particularly bad day, when he would let her old him while she cried, when he was her little boy….but at least she had her younger children and her grandchildren.

Aemon was sitting up straight, he looked stiff and uncomfortable, like he was afraid to move. Rhaella understood why, of course. When Aemon was small he had been a cuddly little child, always wanting to be held and cuddled. Once she had picked up Aemon and cuddled him, Aerys had come in and something snapped, he had one of the kingsguard beat Aemon for ‘touching the queen in an inappropriate manner’, the poor boy was so scared and confused, he was crying and screaming, Rhaella could even tell that the kingsguard felt bad for doing it. Ever since that day Aemon had become much more uncomfortable with affection from Rhaella, worried that he would be hurt, now he only became affectionate when he was sure Aerys was nowhere to near.

Rhaella gently took Aemons hand in hers and held it, Aemon flinched slightly but still held her hand. Aemons eyes would look around the room, watching nervously in case Aerys made an unannounced appearance. Rhaella took a deep breath and prayed that Aerys would keep his temper controlled while they had guests

[aajjks]

⚠️⚠️ it’s long & it’s sad ⚠️⚠️

TPOL!JK

“you? a saint? i doubt that” shrugs namjoon before throwing the cigarette on the ground and crushing it. he puts his hands in his pockets listening to jungkook lash out at him how he come in between the “relationship” you moved past years ago but he clearly hasn’t moved on. his poor friend looks pathetic in namjoon’s eyes, pity jungkook. he doesn’t remember jungkook acting like this when it came to him breaking things off with tina so he doesn’t understand why he’s so hung up on you. you’re not even his type.

you’re pretty small, a bit curvier, and have interests jungkook doesn’t even care about yet you somehow got him wrapped around your pinky and took two bullets because of him. yeah, namjoon knows about that too.

jungkook has always, ALWAYS been into models. 5’7 beautiful petite women whose status was on par with his own yet here he is obsessing over you, clearly infatuated with you while you seemed to have moved on. it reminds namjoon of jaekuk. that bastard ruined ji-ae’s life and even his last words were pertaining to her because he couldn’t let her go and here is jungkook doing the same.

obviously, namjoon is lying. he’d never hurt a hair on your head but he has to sound serious to get jungkook to back off and he’s getting there. his comment clearly threw jungkook for a loop and has hit a nerve of his. all namjoon has to do is sound believable. he is a lawyer after all.

“and guess what? she’ll still like me if i tell her. she took you back when you verbally abused her any chance you got, so this isn’t any different” shrugs namjoon who is clearly pressing all the right buttons to set jungkook off.

“i do love her. i love her enough to keep her away from a psychopath like you. so here’s what i’ll leave you with, stay far away from y/n and no one has to get hurt. not your mother, y/n, or you. cool? good, see you, kook” says namjoon before he’s heading back to you leaving jungkook outside alone.

once namjoon is back inside, you rise from the couch with a worried look on your face. “did…did everything go okay? are you okay? he didn’t hurt you right? guess what? he threatened yerin!” you say while checking for scratches and marks on namjoon.

“baby, baby, i’m fine but…you might be upset with me”

“why?”

“i…i threatened to kill you if jungkook didn’t leave you alone”

“WHAT THE HELL!!” yells yerin. “first he’s threatening me with my infidelity and now you’re threatening to kill her. the both of you are fucked up, seriously”

“why would you say that? that’s not funny, namjoon”

“you know i’d never do that though but he looked pretty convinced i would”

you’re rubbing your hands over your temples to help ease your oncoming headache from everything that’s happening on your birthday night. all in one night.

“i’m going home” you say before grabbing your stuff, clearly over the drama that’s brewing. it’s the jeon jaekuk situation all over again and you refuse to linger around.

“baby, please don’t be upset. i didn’t mean it” pleads namjoon who takes your hand and begs you to not be upset because he’d never hurt you, ever. “i just…i just want to rest okay? i’ll call you when i’m home” you say before planting a kiss on his cheek and leaving his apartment, clearly in your feelings about the situation. your birthday is ruined and you’re in tears about it.

why is it every time you try to gain some peace in your life, people threaten to disturb it or take it away from you. when you arrive outside, you see jungkook heading towards you but you don’t pay him any mind. he’s the reason why you’re crying and according to him, you’re strangers anyway so you’re sure he doesn’t care about your tears. he’s probably enjoying himself.

when you arrive to your condo, you’re greeted by an excited mochi but his excitement dials down upon your heartbroken face. you face plant into your bed and without holding back you scream in your pillows.

you’re angry, hurt, sad, scared, and lonely. your eyes look at the frame of your dead mother and that’s all it takes for you to breakdown. “i can’t do this, mom. i-i need you” you whisper while taking the frame and holding it close to your chest. you’re not happy without her and you can’t go on like this. surely there’s a better life for you somewhere and that is with her.

so, you fill your bathtub with cold water, grab two bottles of soju that namjoon left, and lock your bathroom door. you undress yourself and soak in the cold water while drinking your sorrows away. by the time you finish the first bottle you’re already drunk but you continue drinking anyways until you pass out.

your drunk mind hears banging on your door but you simply remove your hearing aid and toss it somewhere to drown out the noise. you don’t want any interruptions, you just want to drown because that’s what it feels like. it feels like you’re drowning and literally you are.

your head is below the water but you’re too drunk to realize it and too sad to lift it up.

Of course he is following you, even from far away, he could tell that you were really upset, and he’s also scared for your safety from his friend that just threatened to kill you.

And as soon as he is in front of your house, Jungkook gets out of his car and starts banging on your door and even rings the bell, “yn?!??” he has to see you he knows that he’s an asshole, and that you’ve moved on from him, but he hasn’t moved on from you- why can’t you be together? And he knows that he hurt you pretty bad and he still hates you a lot… but he just has a bad feeling about this.

He knows that you shouldn’t be alone right now. And your pathetic boyfriend didn’t even have it in him to apologize to you or come after you.

It’s so clear he doesn’t love you as much as Jungkook loves you. “Y-Yn!!!!!??!! Open the damn fucking door!” He curses under his breath because he’s been banging on your door for the past five minutes and you are not responding.

Jungkook screams in frustration as he yells “YOU ASKED FOR THIS I’M GONNA BREAK THIS FUCKING DOOR.” And with that he starts to push on the door with his whole strength. His body is banging against the door…. It is really hard to break through this.

But he has to even if it’s impossible.

Jungkook looks for another way, and then he remembers that you have a security code that he remembers all too well so he looks for the machine and he input the code- opening the door.”

And frantically he’s inside your house looking for you. When he doesn’t find you in your living room, he’s into your bedroom. Of course you’d be there.

But you are not, Jungkook searches your room like a desperate man, but you are not there. “Yn!!!!” he’s calling out your name with you are still not responding to him maybe you are too upset with him and maybe you’re just not home.

Jungkook closes his eyes and tries to calm down, but something is telling him that he has to look for you in your home- because something is about to go very wrong.

So he’s looking all over your house and then after he’s done, but there’s no sign of you, he has no choice, but to inspect your bathroom.

the door- it doesn’t open while he tries to open it but no use.

So he has to break this one down.

And after like a few tries, it finally breaks down- oh his shoulder is gonna be sore. But it’s all worth it.

As soon as he’s into your bathroom, he notices the tub filled with water in the water is still going on so worried he’s looking into your tub and what he sees next makes goosebumps appear on his skin, and his leg start to shake.

You’re drowning

“O-OH MY GOD YN!!?!!” He cries out your name as he tries to get you out of the tub- but your body feels too heavy- jungkook is frantic right now- he’s cursing under his breath, he’s trying to get your body out-

And finally, he’s got a hold of you.

So he quickly takes your body out of the tub and then he spots the soju bottles. Both are empty.

And then he realizes that you almost drank yourself to death

And haunts him if he was even a minute late then-

Jungkook picks your body up bridal style and lays you onto the bed- after running towards your bedroom with you in his arms.

“Y-Yn wake up.” He’s rubbing your hands- trying to give you some warmth because you are not conscious, and your lips are starting to turn a little blue.

Just how long were you in the tub???

“Y-Yn fuck!!!? DON’T JOKE WITH ME AND JUST WAKE UP!” Jungkook is crying, he doesn’t know what to do- the water was freezing cold he knows.

There’s only one thing left because you are not moving an inch. You are naked and your body feels cold.

So he in panic tries to think of something and then it hits him.

CPR.

He presses down hard, to a third of the depth of the chest, then he waits for the chest to come back up. After 30 chest compressions, you are still not waking up.

“YN!??!” He cries out.

You need to breathe.

So he immediately pushes his mouth into yours and tries to give you mouth to mouth, hoping you’ll wake up.

“YN WAKE UP OH MY GOD!”

[impala-dreamer]

I just feel like annoying you so tell me, what are your favorite things about:

cas

sam

dean

benny

rowena

gabriel

crowley

chuck

ALWAYS ANNOY ME!! (you're not actually annoying me, I love it!)

Sorry this took so long, I was cleaning the kitchen in between answering asks. lol. OK- here goes-

Cas, Castiel, Angel of the Lord… Castiel… My favorite thing about Cas is that he’s this incredibly powerful being shoved into this little package that is utterly confused about the world and humans and it’s so endearing. And he’s a bad-ass-motherfucker. Absolutely do not cross him, he will rip your head off with a flick of his wrist and not even break a sweat - He does not sweat under any circumstances, ya know. And he’s just… pathetic and lonely and needs to be loved and he’s so strong and his eyes are so blue and i just need him to protect me no matter what. He’s always always there when I need him. My Cas <3

Sam is smart and sassy and full of himself and so soft and loving and passionate and needy and my poor baby boy i miss you. He could literally break your neck but he’s so tender and hesitant and… he’s cursed but hopeful and I love him.  

Dean Winchester is the bravest, most selfless, most loving, most caring, fearful, passionate, smart, brilliant, beautiful soul in the entire universe and to not love him would be a crime against all of creation. To not care for him, to soothe his pain, to tell him how much he is loved and cherished would be… well, we all saw how that played out. I love Dean because he is a truly beautiful soul. And, ok, he’s kinda hot. 

Yo- Benny? The VAMPIRE? Benny. Ok. Listen- he’s just cute and that accent and he’s like… Bro- we’re gonna be bros and help each other out of purgatory. Oh wait, this was a mistake, bro- we gonna be bros and imma go save your bro ok? He was just like… a really hot plot device. . . Oh, and he’s a vampire and i always like those. Hehe

Rowena was, is, and always will be THE QUEEN of whatever room, realm, universe she is in and I love her. She’s brilliant and cunning and bitch can wear some eyeliner like lemme tell you- also like who just walks around in sparkling gowns on a tuesday? ROWENA. That’s who. Love her to death and beyond. Always a fave. 

Gabriel is I think pretty close to who I’d be if I was in that universe. Scared to death, hiding from my family, having a shit ton of fun with magic. 

A few years ago, I went to a con that was, at the time, to be Mark Shepard’s final Creation Con, and it had been announced he was leaving the show too. When I went for my op with him, I hugged him and said “We are going to miss you so much. You’’ll always be My King.” And I meant it. I loved Crowley. Crowley was mischief but he cared for the Winchesters, he really did. And I miss that man. 

Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. You little bastard. You adorable psycho. I’m not supposed to love Chuck, but I do. He can just live in my hoodie pocket along with my chapstick and I’ll cuddle him all day and beg him not to destroy planets anymore. Oh, Chuck…

[loominggaia]

Trying to test a Crack Theory I have; How many kids does each Great Kingdoms Ruler have?

I know that Gultopp has three, Hethor has at least one and Oberon has four,(btw, why did Sanctoria have four kids with that dirt bag?) so what about the others? You've mentioned Sovereigns wife harem, so I guessing Mr. Ocean is an uncle to at least a dozen octo-babies.

Good questions! Let's tally up their offspring first...

Gultopp Folkvar: On paper, he has 2 kids. In reality, he has 3. His middle child is profoundly disabled, so he hides her away out of shame and for her own safety.

Marghan Matuzu: Hasn't claimed any children officially, but God knows he probably has many bastard kids floating around in the world.

Chua Lamai: None. Chua is celibate and infertile on top of that, so kids aren't in the cards for them.

Roz Yerim-Mor: 2 sons and 1 daughter, all by different mothers. One son is a Morite military captain, the other is a high-ranking Cultist of the Crescent. His daughter is secretly a priestess of Love and Light. Yeeeah, family get-togethers are about as awkward as you'd think...

Qara Zareen: Has just one daughter, who is even more spoiled and useless than herself.

Indiga Evangeline: 2 daughters. One is a Lindist religious zealot and the other is a Matuzan spy.

Oberon Mogdir: 2 sons and 2 daughters.

Hethor Etios: 9 sons on paper, 10 in reality. One was born from infidelity and secretly sent away to a foreign kingdom.

Serafeen of Damijana: None. But secretly had an abortion once, which was a whole fiasco that ended with a top scientist getting assassinated. Damijana just be like that.

Titania of the Seelie: Never had children, unless you count the faerys she forged with her divine powers.

Morgause of the Unseelie: Had children in the past, but the exact number isn't known because Morgause was uh, let's say...a very loose lady in her youth. She crapped out kids and left them all over the place when she served Titania, because as a royal knight for the Bright Court, she had no time for family. After that, she married a divine, who was of course infertile. After scaring him off, she has become infertile herself due to all the soul-sucking she does to keep herself immortal. All of her past children have been dead for a very long time.

Sovereign of Aquaria: Probably several dozen children, even more grandchildren, and even more great grandchildren, and so on. He's been at it for centuries and his lineage is massive at this point. He doesn't know most of their names and doesn't really care. He only cares if they're "defective" in some way. Sovereign thinks himself a perfect specimen, so if a child doesn't meet his standard, he blames the mother's genetics and banishes the child to some faraway place. I like to think he has some offspring who are similar to Mr. Ocean, who were deemed defective because they are a little offbeat, a little too sensitive, or a little quirky. It's very possible that Mr. Ocean could meet them someday!

Why did Sanctoria have 4 kids with Oberon?

I imagine their first child was conceived before she realized what a scumbag her husband really was. The second was conceived when she was starting to figure it out, but still thought she could fix him. Their third child was her last-ditch attempt to bring them closer together, hoping Oberon would love the baby enough to stop his nasty ways.

Of course that didn't work, and by this time Sanctoria was being written off as a loony because Oberon convinced the entire kingdom she was insane. Her last child was growing into a spoiled daddy's girl who ratted on her for trying to kill her husband, which only isolated her more. Sanctoria deliberately had her 4th child because she was lonely and just wanted someone to love her unconditionally. A new baby fit that role nicely, although she knows it's just a matter of time before that baby grows up and writes her off like everyone else.

Poor Tori. :( And poor Mogdir kids, they never stood a chance with parents like these...

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

[homelander-rp-blog]

What Eris said left a deep trace on John, he felt sorry for her, it must be lonely being the only demon with feelings but the cursed creature too that you can't have a lover forever, just a one night stand and that's all.. someone like Eris didn't deserve such treatment, John wanted her to have a happy life but isn't he himself holds back from her? isn't he the one thinking demons aren't worthy of love? demons don't have feelings like humans is what John told himself once he realized he's starting he's getting feeling for her and right now that sentence seems much difference echoing in his mind, he cringes slightly, blaming his old self for being cruel in judging Eris.. maybe there are more demons like her wandering outside around this world.. and maybe there are humans like him too.. aching to be truly in love with the said demon but they hold back.. he shakes his head, as if getting rid of all the dark, melancholic thought clouding his mind and follows Eris to stand in the shallow part of the shore..

Before they could drive to the club, Eris was apparently summoned somewhere.. John can't wrap his head around this matter that why a demon has to leave their owner?! wasn't it in the contract?! what the hell?! but he lets her go by taking the promise from her that she'll be back to him before night ends and he won't believe her but he lets her go.. and immediately regrets it once she disappears to another realm and John picks up his night shade that Eris dropped when she vanished into the thin air, smiling sadly at the item, places it back in the console and his eyes locks with the blue eyes in the rear view mirror, his own eyes never looked this much scared no John, we'll be just fine without her and she'll be back anytime now! you know how women are.. you ignore her, next second she pretends she's busy, any excuse to ditch you.. John swallows down "but.. but she promised-" and stops himself before ending the sentence. next second he's walking to the club entrance, asking for Reggie...

His only worry is for Eris was I too rude to her that she had to leave? is she mad at me? will she ever come back? I hope she's safe wherever she is.. and his fingers squeezes around the knife sheath in his grip, he peaks out from behind the red curtain again and spots the cousin, a stripper currently dancing on him, neither she nor the man sitting on the couch notice the dark figure of John sneaking behind the seat, not until he's sinking the blade in the poor bastard's neck, sharp knife slicing through the skin like cutting the butter and blood sprays both him and the woman whose scream muffled in John's ears, he raises his hand and stabs the cousin again, again, again.. the hot streams of tears running down his face and he's standing there, knife drops from his hands and when he licks his lips, he tastes the tangy, metallic of blood. the woman runs out of the room "HE KILLED HIM!" John has to be fast before the bodyguards are here.. surprisingly, unlike what Eris predicted, Reggie didn't betray him.

He drives home with burden, road turning into blurring lights and head swimming, his smoke bobbing in the corner of his mouth whenever he chews at the end or moves it around between his lips, he didn't even light it.. and it's a miracle John didn't have a car crash once he arrives to his apartment. hauls himself up from the emergency stairs, not wanting to face any of the neighbors in his state, covered in blood and all.. and the sight that greets him is Eris, looking like she's been through a war and barely made it out alive-

"Eris!" he rushes to her side, pushing the long, dark hair out of her face, one arm wrapping around her waist and the other cups the side of her beautiful face now covered in blood and wounds.. "what happened?!" what a dumb question. John curses himself, helping her to walk to the bathroom "shh shh, it's alright, I'm here, I got you, girl. don't waste your energy, darling.." his heart beating so fast, scared that he might lose her.. "here we are, okay, we're okay.." he helps her sit on the closed toilet seat and grabs for the first aid kit "it's okay, you'll be fine" his voice coming unsure and unnecessary loud to his ears, drops to his knees and prepares the clean bandages "Jesus- the fuck happened.."

"Oh." Eris looked confused. "I wasn't asking for you John, I was asking for me." she shrugged her shoulders. "Humans make such nice lovers.. not like us demons, we're very greedy, and sleeping with another demon well... I can't say many of them turn my head." Eris hummed in thought. "I don't view you as dirtying my hands, you do know that, surely? If anything I think my touch dirties you, I think my presence is.. a curse. I think I'm a curse." she admitted. "I think when I was human I ruined everything I touched, I was never very good at anything.. other than the animals, that was my peace and then now? For humans? I'm a walking curse, I bring death I bring destruction, I bring ruination.. to everything. I know you'll say that's not the case but.. I see it sometimes, the way people look at me, like they know deep down, I have something evil, that I am evil." she was talking as she silently adored the feeling of sand underneath her feet. She would've adored this feeling, she would have adored the ocean air and the sound of it. Maybe the sound of it the most. "I don't mind all the time but every now and then I wonder, all us demons do, what it's like to be loved... so I suppose if we take a human lover, even a night, we get to remember or know that feeling for a little bit. Everybody has wants, us more selfishly. What do we have to lose?"

Suddenly Eris went running up to the oceans tide, letting it run up across her feet and she laughed so loudly when the cold water hit her feet, the cold was a shock but it was fun, refreshing. "You're brave, to mess with me!" she would've let him pull that silly trick again and again, just to enjoy something so mundane. She would've bought him all the ice cream in the world, just to enjoy the beach at sunset night after night.

--

That night Eris was summoned, as she called it. It meant she had to go, but if he needed her drastically, if his life was threatened, to call out her name and she'd come home.. that was what she said, that she would come home. She never realized the slip in her words, but a week passed. It was late, the dead hours of the night and downstairs, there was a loud thud. That thud was the noise of her, his demon, collapsing to the floor. She was exhausted, her power had been used to it's full extend and she couldn't even get on to her feet. An outbreak in hell, a call for battle, demon against hellhound, there was always a strive for power. There was always a hierarchy challenged, no matter the realm... and she was powerful, of course she was called to fight. Now that it was done she was weary, she could give in to the ache of her legs, weakened without her power. She had to give it time and Eris was impatient, she was always so very impatient. She wanted to be better now. Enough that she lifted herself up and tried to force herself up onto her feet by gripping to a piece of furniture and hauling herself up but she collapsed down again, pulling some ornaments with her so that they collapsed and crashed down to the ground.

She'd come back to him only she was back wounded and weak. Her wild hair was sprawled, matted with dried blood and her skin was stained with it, it was smeared across her face. She'd been clawed viciously, healed as much as she could, it'd do but it was as good as she could handle. Eris daren't even call out for his help, she just... heard his steps. "I'll be fine, I don't need the help I'll be okay-" she rushed the words in heaved breaths. She wasn't okay, she did need help.. she just found it so hard to accept it. She'd come home, that was the important part. Eris had done what she said.. and come home, to him. In fact, the moment the war for the demons was won, she came straight back here without even a second thought. "I can get up, I can help myself. I can- I can do this-" and then she was flitting, flitting like a trapped moth, one corner of the room to the other, back again, back and fourth and stressed and it very clearly.. hurt her to push it so far because when she couldn't disappear anymore she was holding herself up by the kitchen island, it wasn't pleasant to see her like this.

[embraceyourdestiny]

dude fuck I feel your pain...

wanna fuck/get fucked so bad :(

buuuuut also highkey fall in love, sigh...

I can fall in love with pretty much anyone honestly (though it’s not just romantic love) but yeah I feel this. 22 and I’ve never had a partner of any kind, I’m very depressed and lonely and can count the amount of times someone’s touched me in the past 7 years on my hands so yeah I definitely feel this 😭

I’m so terrified to do any online dating, even before Covid I’m terrified of getting killed and now I’m even more scared of getting sick and ruining my life for some dick (bc it would def. Be a guy, I have a feeling most women would be respectful). I wanted to make a page and put “don’t contact if you don’t mask” but that seemed like a lot of work to vet people, plus I probably wouldnt get hits anyway bc that’s “High Maintenance”, and I’m sure it’d make me more of a target than anything so. No dice.

I don’t have a car and there’s no night life where I live so I’m just stuck with the only place I go outside being my work and hoping some poor bastard will make the move and I’ll actually like them, but that never happens bc I’m an employee and everyone is awkward and ppl don’t even compliment each other so I bet it’s pulling teeth to get them to actually confession attraction so I’m just screwed 😭

Hope your circumstances are a lil bjt better anyone and we can get some G (genitals) someday anon