#the sealed god basically said “Let me kill them”

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Hello and welcome to Day 26 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

I still feel awful 😷

Today, I wanna present to you a kind of long idea that I had a while back. It's a Lout of the Count's Family and Pokemon (Crossover-ish?) idea.

It titled it:

"Into the Unknown: Cale Henituse's new life as a Pokemon Trainer"

The idea centers around the original! Cale Henituse, rather than KRS! Cale. And it's really long - both as in "explaining the idea" long, as well as series of book long because I have prepared Cale's Pokemon Teams for 8 Regions, but story wise I only have about 5 or 6 planned.

Basically, imagine that the Sealed God got wind that Cale's existence (together with Raon's, Ohn, and Hong's) will be his downfall from some Hunter that just wanted to cause chaos around. The Sealed God gets into his head to kill the 4 entities that would pose the most problems to his plans, but the God of Death intercepts the spells send towards Cale, Raon (not named yet), Ohn and Hong and instead of killing them, the spell send the four into another dimension - the Pokemon Dimension. (Arceus basically becomes father to a new child and grandfather to his new three grandchildren)

Cale Henituse is 17 here, Raon is 3 years old, and Ohn and Hong are 9 and 7, respectively.

The four appear in Kalos, near the place that Professor Sycamore was exploring. All of them are unconscious and injured - Cale has more negligible injuries, but Raon, Ohn, and Hong are malnourished and have big injuries.

Sycamore takes them back to his lab and nurses them back to health. Cale is the first one to wake up, and he is very much weary of everything and everyone around him. Professor Sycamore is the one who explains what this world is and that people coming from different worlds are somewhat common here. Although speaking and understanding what others say comes relatively easy for Cale, reading and writing are not as easy. Professor Sycamore takes upon himself to teach Cale how to read and write the alphabet of this world - and basically adopts him as well. (Sycamore already has a child, why not two?)

While Cale is fascinated with the creatures known as Pokemon, Ohn and Hong wake up. They are very much scared of everything and everyone around. The one that calms them down is Cale because he speaks to them in the language of their original world, which is way easier for them to understand.

When Sycamore mentions that there is another one left to wake up, Cale asks who. When Cale sees the baby black dragon, he is very much horrified. His mother, Jour Thames, always said that dragons are creatures that should never be bound, nor treated with disrespect. She taught Cale whatever she knew about these powerful creatures, so when Cale sees the harness on the small black dragon, he immediately tells Sycamore they should remove it since it is actually harming the dragon, rather than helping him or being a normal occurrence for such a creature - like Sycamore thought. (Cut him some slack; Sycamore didn't know if the harness is akin to clothes for humans since different worlds mean different costoms)

Turns out that the little dragon has some severe wounds around his wings, so he shouldn't try to fly anytime soon before he heals. Cale is somewhat worried about that, but the fact that he is in seemingly another world takes precedence in his mind at the moment.

Cale, even after Raon wakes up, still finds no way of getting back to his world. The only clue he has for getting back is the fact that "Legendary Pokemon" - as Sycamore calls them - exist and that they have powers beyond the imagination of humans.

While staying with Sycamore, Cale helps with things such as feeding the Pokemon under Sycamore's care or arranging some files with Alain, Sycamore's adoptive son. (Alain proves to be very much like his father and takes a liking to Cale very quickly, declaring Cale - at least in his mind - his younger brother.) This is how Cale meets an injured Absol with whom he connects during the months he spends at the lab.

The turning point in Cale's stay at the lab is when Sycamore's Garchomp - who is gentle and caring - suddenly turns aggressive. Cale notices there is something attached to her neck, so he and Absol, who wants to help, give chase to Grachomp. Unbeknownst to them, the little black dragon, despite his wing injuries, follows them. The chase stops at the top of Lumiose Tower, where not only do they realize they have a small injured dragon following them, but also Cale has his first taste of a Pokemon Battle together with Absol. Absol's Iron Tail manages to shatter whatever is on Grachomp's neck, and everything seems fine, but the black dragon falls off the tower when the small part of structure he is standing on crumbles. Cale dives after him, knowing that the dragon's wings were injured and they are saved by a Mega Blaziken.

Once this ordeal is over, Cale decides he should try and find a way back to his world. His best bet at the moment is going on a Pokemon journey and trying to find one of the Legendary Pokemon to ask for help. The black dragon is interested in Cale since he is not like all the other humans he has met and decides to follow him around. Ohn and Hong are also quite attached to Cale at this point, and they want to follow.

Cale's Pokemon Partner ends up being Absol, who likes Cale a lot and wants to help him.

And so Cale's adventure in Kalos begins. And many more adventures will follow.

Other things to note:

I have Kalos planned out from what is going to happen to Cale's entire pokemon team. The same goes for like the next 5 or so regions.

In Kalos, Cale will have two companions who remind him of Amiru and Eric. I haven't decided on a name for them yet, but I do know I wanna make them siblings. I want the girl to have a Pachirisu as a Pokemon Partner, while her brother has a Corphish.

Cale's Team for Kalos will be: Absol (who will mega evolve); Fletchling -> Talonflame (1st Pokemon caught); Honedge -> Aegislash (reminds Cale a lot of Beacrox; Caught when Cale explores the Parfum Palace); Croagunk -> Toxicroack (Remind Cale of Ron; saved Cale at one point in the story and decided to go with him cause and I quote "the kid needs protection since he ends up hurt all the time"); Slowpoke -> Slowbro (Slowpoke caught himself when Cale was at Azure Bay and helped move the Slowpoke away from the crowd; loves to lay on Cale's head and nap); Mareep -> Ampharos (caught around Route 12; evolves from Flaffy to Ampharos during the Team Flare take over of the Power Plant)

In this au, the gym leaders of Kalos have a small little test to dwindle the numbers of challengers they get at once. Viola will put kids to take pictures of some bug Pokemon without telling them that said Pokemon are very skittish and don't like loud noises all that much; Grant will make them climb up a wall till they get to its highest point (where the battle platform is) and he will battle them in the order they arrive there; etc.

I am throwing the Pokemon canon into the trash can here. There will be characters that shouldn't be as young as they are here. The reason I am doing this is because I like giving Cale tons of unhinged children to look after.

After Kalos, Cale becomes a researcher assistant and helps Sycamore and Alain with their work. Because of this, Cale is sent to other regions pretty often.

After Kalos, Cale goes to Hoenn, accompanied by Raon, Ohn, Hong and Absol only. There, he will travel the region with Steven Stone, a 16 years old teenager. Steven pretty much loves Cale like a younger brother, and he is kinda unhinged should Cale ever be hurt. In Hoenn, Cale is introduced for the 1st time to Pokemon Contests and participates in them, too. He goes so far as to get into the Grand Festival.

After Hoenn comes Unova, where Cale meets Steven again (Steven basically tricked his father into agreeing with him and letting him leave Hoenn). Cale and Steven also meet the mysterious N, a 15 years old teenager, with whom they end up traveling around. In Unova, Cale is chosen by Reshiram, while N is chosen by Zekrom. The main reason is that during this specific journey, Cale starts accepting that there might not be any way for him to go home - accepting the truth of his situation.

After Unova, Cale goes to Alola to teach at the Pokemon School with Professor Kukui. This was mainly something planned by Sycamore as a way for Cale to relax and not have to get into dangerous situations. Alain is also a helping as a teacher for Professor Rowan's summer camp in Sinnoh at the same time. During this journey, Cale will meet both new and old friends as he is trying to teach the kids at the school about pokemon. They even have a school trip to Hoenn for the Wallace Contest, a pokemon contest that Cale was invited to perform as the opening act of the 3-day-long contest.

After Alola, Cale goes to Sinnoh. Here, he will travel around with Riley and frequently meet with Reggie, a Pokemon Trainer who wants to challenge the Sinnoh League and his younger brother Paul, who is a year shy of getting his own pokemon starter. Cale and the others will have to deal with Team Galactic and their nefarious plans as well as Cale's own fears and doubts about his new life in this world.

Next up, we have Kanto where Cale re-encounters Reggie, who is setting his eyes on the Battle Frontier this time around. Reggie is accompanied by his little brother Paul, who just became a Pokemon Trainer not too long ago and chose Turtwig as his starter. Paul ends up admiring Cale a lot during the journey, while Reggie struggles with whether he wants to continue as a Pokemon Trainer or become a Pokemon Breeder. Cale, on the other hand, has his hand full with some of the revelations from his journey through Sinnoh, as well as the knowledge that a god wants him dead.

Cale got a necklace from his mother when he was young. The necklace was made from an unknown stone that no one in his world could identify. Lo and behold, that necklace was a Key Stone for Mega Evolution. How did Jour get her hands on that? Cale doesn't know yet.

I am very tempted to have Chou Jung Soo and Kim Rok Soo just plop into the Pokemon World at one point and Cale to have to take care of these two. Meanwhile, Lee Soo Hyuk has already reincarnated in the Pokemon World as Sui Khan, a trainer from Hoenn. His first meeting with Cale doesn't go all that well, and they both start on the wrong foot with each other. They do become friends later, tho.

Having Raon, Ohn, and Hong have a more... war-free experience would be good in my eyes. Let the children be children, if not in the canon, then at least here. Just let them enjoy going around the regions with Cale.

Alain is also like Cale. He is someone who appeared as a child from another world. The world in question was KRS's world, and Alain was pretty heavily traumatized by all that went down there. So Sycamore has a lot of hard won experience on how to deal with traumatized children - and he uses it to help Cale too because the kid might not be traumatized like Alain was, but he still shows signs of trauma at the beginning.

I headcannon that Og! Cale learned how to cook from Beacrox when he was little. He is now the resident cook every time he explores a region with other companions.

Trust me, the Sealed God will get his ass handed to him by Cale in the future. As a matter of fact, Cale does grow up during his travels: he is 17 when he goes through Kalos; 18 during Hoenn; turns 19 during Unova; 20 when he teaches in Alola; turns 21 during Sinnoh and is almost 22 when he is in Kanto.

Everything happened because a Hunter wanted to cause as much chaos as possible.

Raon learns to mimic dragon-type moves in this AU. Ohn and Hong also train to be strong too. They just don't get as many opportunities to show off at the moment.

To me, Og! Cale is a cinnamon roll that someone dropped in bitter coffee and forgot about. Which translates to "I wanna cherish him and wrap him in bubble wrap."

And this is about everything I have for this one.

So what do you think? Good? Bad? Let me know!

I know this is a bit late, but I am still sick, so my brain is lagging quite a lot. I also wanna say that all the days until Day 31 will cover very long fic ideas. Also, I have memes prepared for this idea that I will post later today.

Regardless, hope you enjoyed my ramblings. Have a great day/night and take care!

See you next time,

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yandere!dc: goddess! darling

ⁱⁿᶠᵒ ᵃᵇᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ۫ ꣑ৎ

darling is a god from another world who just so happens to immigrate into the dc universe after a very long time of probably embodying... well, everything.

firstly having to live for love as a human, and then ending it all to fight for the beauty of life as god.

she is the reason for existence, from the big to the miniscule.

(so basically op goddess reader who has wayyyy too much power in their hands-- ex: nothing can kill them, nothing can put an end to them, etc--)

the least you could do is seal away her powers, but even that would truly not be enough because your only sealing away 0.000000000000001%. (i mean that 💀)

*cough* anyway... aside from goddess reader backstory, lets go to the inspiration <33

she's a mix of Madokami from Puella Magi, HoF Kiana Kaslana from Honkai Impact, and mostly of Ishtar Ashtart/Space Ishtar from Fate Grand Order <3

originally kind and lighthearted after becoming 'God', but as time passes and stars dimmed, she has become... well... neutral. not good, but DEFINITELY not bad. like this!

"let me help you :)" to "...From the dawn of creation. Man has come from the ground not by his hand but mine. go back to the land and return to dust."

summary: lawful, void, alien... yet beautiful, destructive, human.

sooooo. yup.

:p

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ۫ ꣑ৎ

...she has met the justice league before. because, who in their right minds would ignore the giant falling 'star' that came out of a very visible tear in the sky caused by said celestial body???

dramatically crashing down the surface like a meteorite, you lowkey may have destroyed a 'few' buildings... whoopsies :p

they are surprised. this... girl, no- alien, exudes endless quantity of power, leaking from every blurred pore. it also seems like they might be power themselves...

batman goes bazingas at the amount of destruction caused by your fall leading to an airheaded you getting towed to the JL headquarters and any sort of refusal or fighting back is unallowed. (even tho your more than capable of destroying anything AND everything you still oblige)

though cool as ice, you are so confused deep down. head tilted, vacant expression, the usual from the emotionally detached goddess albeit with a little change. 'what are these humans talking about?' you think, 'what threat?' you think again, unaware that you are the threat being spoken of.

the white slits of the vigilante's mask narrows at your disposition. everything about you seems... off. from your oppressing aura, to the... heavenly allure your blankness brings.

"more alien than the actual alien," a familiar scarlet speedster jokes, in an attempt to lighten the heavy mood. (he failed horribly btw) said alien rolls their eyes and sighs. though he has to admit, you lowkey look kind of cute... but he stops, remembering lois.

once you say your side of the story, they go all shocked pikachu faces again. your a god from another seperate world??? i mean dont get them wrong though, they had their fair share of situations like these, as some dc villains and heroes they know arent even from here originally. but they cant help but feel a bit different about you, something about you makes their soul writhe... and its not in a bad way.

so once B confirms your not a threat despite your extreme potential to act like one, everybody is relieved. you just need a littleeeeeee supervision, thats all :3

and oh look at that, your actually not that bad. your cold demeanor fades once they got to know you, and that void in your eyes is filled with a light comparable to the twilight star's soothing glow— pure, tranquil, and ever so mystifying.

every step you take, life seems to exist and flourish all around you. life heals around you. not only that, but also... them. the dead part of them actually, that died from complications now too complicated to be retold and remembered.

you fill the void they never knew they had, and all their aching scars were no longer painful but tolerable. bearable even, and its all because of you.

at this point, everybody knows how this all plays out. this ordinary tune, twisted into a fanatic's song.

their once innocent admiration has now spoiled into something darker, the more you stay in this world. holy eyes peeked at it, not at them but at the abyss that is their 'love.'

...you were starting to get aware. and a rarity occurred, you were... 'saddened'. for eternities you lived alone, and in an attempt to reconnect with that sliver of humanity you hid and kept, you went here to feel something again. and you did, and you were so successful.

too successful, in fact.

they loved you; so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sooooo much. without you, they would die! :(

and that, in your eyes, is what makes you 'sad'. if your presence drives your beloved mortals to insanity's grip, then you must fly.

fly away from this despair, fly away from this madness.

your 'love' is your undoing, and ultimately also theirs.

their eyes widen as the sky is torn once again, and a familiar star flies back into it, meaning that you--- left. left? left. left? left... left.

something inside them breaks. both hearts any sense of rationality and morality left.

there is no reason to exist without you it seems, and they will do everything just to see you once more, even a second's glimpse.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

...you can't help but feel something you havent felt for a very long time. what was it again, sadness? anxiety? fear? you dont know. the endless rows of your ivory silks flutter even in the slightest movement. something tugs at you, your mind and heart. something tugs at you, telling... that it is far from over.

they call for you, their cries drowned in obsession masquerading as love.

you never answer, as your supposed concern and care for them lessens and your patience dwindles. reality is cruel, but never crueler than you. and that's when you realized it.

...they make your skin crawl. they make you want to vomit. they make you want to scream and cry. they make your ichor run cold. and if they touch you again, you'll--

...huh. who would have thought that was how you truly felt, goddess.

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 12/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Fun fact:

I was supposed to include Heaven in this. The og plot was like Heaven was already friendly with them- like Luci's siblings, and they were supposed to be in the meeting back in chapter 4 and 5.

The argument would have been that Heaven is bound to help because Roo won't stop at Hell and it will eventually reach Heaven, making it their problem too.

But obviously I had a change of plans and I think this plot would be better.

A plot fit for a possible sequel, one might say.

Apologies for the shortness of the chapter but thank you still for the constant support! Your likes, reblogs, and comments are the things that give me inspiration to do this every day!

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The good news is the problem has not reached any of the upper rings in his absence. The bad news? Sloth is almost devoured.

Overgrown roots have enveloped the main city's buildings, he can't even see the Goetia territory anymore. The blood-red flowers are still spewing black miasma and he can feel it slightly burn his skin.

Lucifer thinks that this is what real Hell looks like.

This means that everyone is just exerting enough power to keep it at bay but not enough to fully stop it. Lucifer was right in his decision to look for Goodie. Speaking of Goodie- the embodiment of good barely reacts. If she's being burned by the mist, she's doing a pretty good job of not showing it.

Goodie: Oh my. What trouble you are causing, Roo.

A fucking understatement but Lucifer won't argue. This is trouble, but a million times worse.

Lucifer: Let's go.

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At one corner of Sloth, the Sins and the other higher powers of Hell have just finished another round of the sealing ritual. They've been going at it a month straight, there is no end in sight, and they are exhausted. Even Alastor is mostly drained as he is leaning a lot on his cane.

Beelzebub: Fuck! I knew this wasn't going to be easy but what the fuck?!

Someone scoffs.

Vox: Maybe if our dear king is here this would be over. Like, where the fuck is he huh??

Leviathan: Don't forget who you are speaking to, filthy sinner!

Vox: Oh boohoo. If we're all gonna die anyway, why should I be afraid of you? Should've known that absentee of a ruler left us all to rot after damning us here in the first place-

Vox suddenly finds a giant hand wrapped around his throat. It took him a few seconds of reconfiguration before he clearly saw who the fuck-

Vox: Fuckin- gah! Alastor!

Alastor has transformed into a taller, lankier, and more sinister of himself. Eyes turned into radio dials, face, and body adorned with glowing green stitches like a puppet whose master has on a string.

Alastor: Shouldn't frivolous televisions come with a silent setting?

Vox: Fuck! Off!

Alastor: Hahaha! What is the matter, Vox? You seem to have developed the illusion that you are the strongest person in the room. Shall I remind you of what came about your moth friend?

Velvette: You better let him go, old man!

Velvette yelled to back up Vox. She flinches as Alastor turns his head in her direction with a sickening snap of his neck.

Not wanting to back off, she was about to argue more when Carmila stepped in.

Carmila: Velvette! Cease this at once. Do you and the Vees have no self-preservation??

Velvette: Well- I- Vox's right and you lot know it! Great Lucifer called us all here, basically threatened us to help him fix a mess he caused, then fucks off to God knows where leaving us to practically kill ourselves for a mess, again, HE CAUSED!

The Sins and Goetia's have now transformed into their more monstrous forms at hearing the disrespect the lowly sinner said about their King.

Velvette and Vox are saved from near-permanent death by a commanding voice.

Lucifer: Kneel.

Everyone's bodies acted on their own. Their knees bled from the sudden contact on the ground.

None of them could move- try as they might. Their air became heavier, plus with the miasma, a lot of them were gasping for air. Nothing is coming in. They can't breathe. They can't-

They look up to see the King of Hell and an unknown woman. Unknown to most but the Sins very much recognize her as indicated by the widening of their eyes.

Satan: Goodie!

The woman giggles and waves cheerfully as if there wasn't a looming threat in the air.

Goodie: My, my. What big mouths you have~

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What to look forward to in Part 13:

Some talks and reprimanding.

Another round of ritual.

The situation becomes worse.

Lucifer and Goodie's solution.

[mixelation]

I’m rereading plasticity and now I really want to see tori freeing herself and maybe another Akatsuki member from some kind of prison using a seal made of food. Could she use blood? Yes, but yogurt would absolutely be funnier

here u go :) kisame pov because why not

Later, Itachi would say of the matter: It was foolish of us to accept food from them. 

For now, Itachi was passed out face down in the storage room of a small ship. His arms had been pulled back into an awkward position, then tied behind him. They’d tied his feet too. 

Kisame found his hands and feet were also bound, although their captors had done him the grace of dumping him on his side. His head hurt and he felt woozy, like his limbs were made of lead. He let his eyelids slide close again, fighting off his body’s demands to pass out and demanding his brain figure out what to do. 

It was lucky they hadn’t outright killed them, Kisame supposed. They had stripped him and Itachi of their cloaks and weapons, leaving his arms bare. God knew what they’d done with Samehada. 

The air was heavy in here, from poor circulation. The musty scent of leafy greens turning old lingered, mixing with the smell of sea salt. Kisame laid among stacks of wooden crates, some of which must be food stores. There was the sound of shuffling movement behind him. 

Tori, he thought, and then didn’t have the energy to crane his head and look. 

Kisame did not think their captors had anticipated any of them waking any time soon. But Kisame was a large man with an atypical biochemistry, and he worked poisons off faster than most. Tori was… her own special brand of being a bit of a freak. 

“I might be dead,” she announced into the air. “Kisame, Itachi, are either of you dead?”

Her voice hurt his head. 

“I’m alive,” he managed. “Give me a moment.”

He needed a lot of moments. He concentrated on the rocking of the boat, on the movement of the sea outside. Their captors weren’t used to restraining ninja– they hadn’t tied his hands in a way that he couldn’t form hand signs. They were awkward, but the untying jutsu was basic kiddy stuff. 

Unfortunately, Kisame’s chakra was feeling strange. The poison had messed it up somehow, or messed up his body’s ability to mold it. That was an uncommon but not unheard of side-effect, Kisame knew, although he couldn’t put any names of poisons to this side-effect. It would fast with the other effects of poison.

It took him four tries, but he eventually got it. By the time he’d very laboriously sat up, Tori had already freed her hands and was picking at the rope around her ankles. Evidently they had not bothered to tie her particularly well. 

That was fair, Kisame thought. Tori was really obviously a soft civilian woman. He wouldn’t have bothered retraining her at all. 

(This would, of course, be a huge mistake.)

Tori stood up, wincing and grabbing for one of the wooden crates to steady herself. So, she was doing much better than him. How embarrassing. 

“What do we do?” she asked, voice low, as she kneeled over Itachi and checked for a pulse. 

She glanced over at Kisame, face obviously hopeful he was just going to stand up and kick down the door. And maybe he would. In a few hours. Tomorrow, maybe. Not now, though. 

“I’m not even sure I can stand,” Kisame answered dully. “We’ll wait it out.”

He watched her pick apart Itachi’s ties and then awkwardly roll him over. Itachi didn’t so much as grunt, well and truly passed out. Then she leaned back against another stack of crates and closed her eyes. 

A long time passed, during which Kisame did not feel even slightly better. None of the crew came to check on them, nor did they hear so much as footsteps outside the room. The boat rocked gently along. 

“If someone came in,” Tori said, shifting against the crate, “could you overpower them?”

“Maybe,” Kisame answered. Gods, I hope so, he thought. Their captors might retaliate if one walked in to find they were awake and had freed themselves. On the other hand, if he could fight, this would be a very convenient way of escaping. 

Kisame attempted to stand. He failed. It was very embarrassing. 

His attempt was so pathetic that Tori seemed to decide she now needed to be the one in charge of escaping. She stood much more gracefully, which is to say, she had to use the crate to hoist herself up but didn’t fall on her ass. She then teetered around the cramped little room, peering into crates and occasionally pushing one out of the way with great effort. 

“Oh,” she gasped in delight at the contents of one crate. “My old friend!”

She held up… a sausage. It was one of those dried ones that could be kept at room temperature and traveled well, with a fuzzy white casing. 

“Thi must have been here a while,” Tori babbled, poking around in the crate. “The Penicillium fungus is really overgrown.”

“Is it okay to eat, then?” Kisme asked dully. They weren’t really part of Water Country cuisine and he did not like the idea of eating “overgrown” fungus. But maybe food would help him feel better. 

“Oh yeah, totally fine,” Tori told him. She turned it over in her hands, face thoughtful in a way that did not bode well for anyone on the boat. 

“Don’t do anything insane,” Kisame told her. He needed to remind Itachi of this frequently, although he hoped Tori was more likely to listen to advice than Itachi. 

“I wouldn’t,” she defended, and then proceeded to do something so insane it would give Itachi a run for his money. 

Turned out, Tori spent a lot of time making seals with increasingly weird chakra sources. 

“It takes way more math than I anticipated,” Tori said, pressing excess sausage fungus into the floorboards with her fingers. “I think if I studied more math, I could use my parameter estimates to come up with a standard formula for adjustments…”

Kisame had no idea what she was talking about. Kisame had read his fair share of jutsu development scrolls, and none of them touched on even half the things Tori was rambling about. All he understood was that Tori had a solution for not being able to mold chakra, which was literally only useful to ninja in Kisame’s current position. 

He did roll Itachi's body out of the way when she asked, and then emptied some smaller crates. Every movement was a struggle, but he did think he felt slightly better.  

When she was done, Tori knocked over the largest stack of crates, creating a horrible number of loud noises. Then she sat on a crate facing the door, crossing her legs at the knee. Kisame rolled his eyes at her dramatics, then crouched behind a crate, right at Itachi’s side to cover him if Tori fucked this up. 

Predictably, crew members came running. Kisame could hear them arguing on the other side of the door, followed by the mechanical sound of the bar over the door sliding out. The door was flung open, revealing four crew members with weapons raised. 

“Hello there,” Tori greeted. She sounded unfairly perky given how bad Kisame knew she felt. 

When no ninja immediately jumped out to ambush them, two of the men stepped cautiously into the room and then immediately collapsed, their bodies not even twitching. The seal Tori had drawn on the floor in white fungus hadn’t looked like much of anything, and civilians weren’t used to looking for traps like that. 

The other two men, still in the little corridor outside, were too shocked by the abrupt loss of their crewmates to react. Tori hopped to her feet and threw one of the little crates at them. 

Even a civilian could dodge something thrown by Tori, who was not fast or strong by any standards. But the space was small, and dodging wouldn’t have helped anyway: the seal on the crate activated, and a pink barrier blossomed around them, trapping them in place. 

“Did you actually make it pink?” Kisame wondered out loud as he stood. Yes, he was starting to feel better. 

“I like pink,” Tori told him as he hefted Itachi’s limp form over his shoulders. Itachi actually let out a sad, tiny moan. Good. Even a half-dead Itachi could genjutsu the shit out of people. 

The floor seal had only been good for one shot, and Tori carefully stepped over the bodies and then squeezed her way around the barrier. She was carrying two more little crates with her, making the squeezing very awkward. There was a narrow and very steep staircase at the end of the corridor, and Tori climbed it with much enthusiasm and several near-falls as the crates kept her off-balance. 

Under more normal circumstances, Kisaame would make her let him go first. But she seemed like she was having fun, and he felt like shit. Bending to pick up one of the dead men’s swords reignited his headache to such an extent he thought for a moment he’d vomit. 

There was an explosion up above, followed by a lot of screaming. 

Still feeling like absolute shit, Kisame moved slowly with Itachi over his shoulders. They encountered no one, which was good because apparently Tori hadn’t considered she might have to cover for Kisame and Itachi during her brilliant escape plan. He didn't think Tori ever worried about needing to prevent violence happening to any member of Akatsuki but herself. 

They encountered no one because Tori had sealed herself alone in the bridge with one of her barriers, and the crew was busy hitting it uselessly with weapons while Tori did whatever the fuck she was doing inside. 

“Hey,” Kisame said, slapping the pads of his fingers gently against Itachi’s face. “Wake up.”

Itachi let out an inarticulate groan. Alright then, no genjutsu to make the crew surrender and then sail the ship for them. 

Kisame carefully put Itachi down and experimentally swung his stolen sword. It was kind of shit, but it would do. He stepped out into the open. 

“Hey there,” he greeted, flashing his teeth. 

He could use some light exercise.

xXx

“Just make some clones,” Tori said, sitting cross-legged in the captain’s chair and looking increasingly frustrated with Kisame. At the foot of the chair was a stack of papers she’d drawn seals on in blood and then not had a chance to use. 

Kisame felt a little bad about intervening. It was a jerk move to steal a comrade’s fight. He just hadn’t even considered what Tori did was fighting. 

He also felt bad he’d killed them all. Not because he felt bad about killing people who’d poisoned and imprisoned him, but because they needed more people to man the boat and get back to land. 

“I, um, can’t,” Kisame said. “The poison…”

Tori looked incredibly unimpressed. 

Itachi was sitting leaning against the wall, barely conscious. “Foolish,” he breathed out.

“Shut up, Itachi,” Tori said.

[moonstonedrawsrandomly]

A Lamb and a Worm 7🟢

Leshy and Noelle have been living together for about a month now since Leshy returns from his “scavenge”. They both have picked up a routine.

Since Leshy doesn’t have many servants around him, Noelle is free to roam around his palace. They eat together, work together, and in a sense, sleep together. Leshy and Noelle were still trying to figure out this whole mystery behind Gaia and also Narinder’s energy behind the scenes.

“Mom, it doesn’t seem possible that Narinder got out, is someone else using his crown maybe?”

Leshy said to Noelle’s wings.

“No dear. That can’t be right. As I said, even if he was using someone else’s power, they would be obvious about it. Also, Noelle said that Moses can’t even use Fernilla’s power at 100%. It kill the host and Fernilla would be devastated by his death.”

She said. The two of them had to think.

“So we figured out it was his power, but how do we prove it?”

Noelle said, but then Leshy remembered something.

“Was he looking for a new host? One that can’t be touched by bishops…someone like…Noelle?”

He said. Noelle looked at Leshy confused. Even Gaia couldn’t wrap her head around it.

“Why Noelle? And why not Moses?”

Gaia asked. It sounded like Leshy wasn’t telling them something.

“I- Nevermind. I heard that there was a prophecy after we sealed Narinder. That after his sealing, the lamb of prophecy will come to free him. And…knowing the plight of the lambs right now…there are basically extinct. Minus you and Moses”

Noelle shook her head.

“It’s gotten that bad, huh? Damn”

“Noelle, do not lose faith my dear! When I am released, I will open an investigation into the matter, okay? We’ll find out what happened to your people”

Noelle nodded. Leshy was silent. He dreaded the day they find out what the bishops did to her people. And what Gaia will do when she finds out that it was her own Kin that did it. For the time being, it was getting late so Gaia let the two go for the night. Leshy moves his bed so Noelle could go in but this time, he goes in with her.

“Hey, can we talk?”

He said. Noelle nodded. He sits next to her on the bed. He runs his hands through her soft, cotton candy like hair.

“Um…I don’t want to upset you, but…I feel like if I don’t tell you something, you’ll hate me. And I don’t want you to hate me”

Noelle looked puzzled.

“Why would I hate you? You single handedly saved my life! I cannot be more grateful to you. Please, say what’s on your mind”

She said. He did tell her but he was very vague.

“I…something happened to your peoples that involved the prophecy. I believe some…gods got scared and went on a killing spree…on order to keep Narinder in there…I’m not sure of the other details”

Noelle looked shocked.

“What?!?”

“Yeah, it’s bad. I…don’t know that rest of the details, but you can tell Gaia what I told you, because I don’t think she knows either”

He said. Noelle thanked him.

“Thank you for telling me what you know, your very kind”

She said and she smiled at him. That smile melted his heart, but in embarrassment, he gets up quickly.

“A-alright. Goodbye-I mean good night!”

He said and he vacated the room. Noelle giggles.

“Ah, I remember my first love, it’s a wonderful feeling when they’re clueless!”

Gaia giggled as well. Noelle was flushed red

“Hey! You said you’d give me privacy!”

“I did, but it seems like you two are getting closer so soon. What changed?”

Gaia asked. Noelle blushes.

“I…I don’t know, really. I think…he’s very charming.”

Gaia smiles as she listens to Noelle talk about Leshy. What a wonderful young man he’s turned out to be. And what a woman he’s found.

“Well, I’m glad you two are getting along. Going back to the situation for the time being, we need to get more information. I believe Shamura has a secret library in the back of his own study in his palace. You would need Leshy to get there first, but I don’t think he’d be able to get there, his servants are very watchful of their Bishop”

She said. So Noelle had to tell Leshy that in the morning. Noelle looks up to the ceiling.

“My people…are all gone…”

She thought. She silently weeped as Gaia listened to her small cries.

“I promise you…we will get to the bottom of this…”

She said. Gaia sits in her chair, looking out in the dimension she was trapped in, wondering what the world looked like after she left.

TBC

[callmearcturus]

OKAY I'M AWAKE, actually i woke up like 2.5 hours ago, tried really hard to go back to sleep but was mostly thinking about the ending of that game lmao

I don't know if I'm interested in playing The Answer because it's locked to male PC only and by now I am extremely invested in my FeMC. If I had to play an Epilogue that was about a dude who didn't even have the option of having social links with half the cast, I don't know if I'd be invested. But Storm informed me that per the Answer, the PC is in a perma-coma to ward off Nyx and Aigis and some others are trying to find a way to save them so they can have a normal life. .

I'm torn between the fact that I called the fact the PC would die at the end and the reason they would die (mostly) ages ago, so that part was forecasted, with my confusion on why the game just.... gave me more time? Like, I don't understand the Why of "why did the PC come back, live for another month, then fall into a perma-coma." Why did that not just happen when she became the Great Seal to start with. That's really not explained and it's not super clear that she's even dying until the scene where it happens, on the roof with Aigis. .

On the other hand, i do like the resolutions that I got. Junpei and Chidori will find each other, Akihiko is eagerly waiting for Shinjiro to come back, Fuuka is preparing to be more social and leader-ly in the final year, all the little tie-ups with everyone. It's good! I do like that. .

I guess I feel like because they didn't Just Do It and kill the PC when the Great Seal happens, it... cheapened the ending a bit for me? The glimmer of hope offered at the end that's taken away just seems weird to me. Because at that point, because that hope was set up and everything was literally normal for a MONTH, why is that being yanked out from under me, yanno? .

In my head, the real ending is FeMC mentally relinquishes the Universe arcana and loses her memory like everyone else (sans Aigis). Shinjiro comes home from the hospital. Akihiko takes a gap year before college to take care of his boyfriend and girlfriend while they recover. Mitsuru tries to run her company but has a creeping feeling of unease about everything, causing her her research the company's past with Yukari. They find out about the HUNDRED KIDS and dissolve the Group and maybe go rebuild their lives in another country altogether. Chidori finds Junpei as he's working some weekend job at the Mall and asks him out on the spot. Fuuka invents Discord and makes millions. .

Despite all that: it's still a fucking great game. As someone who failed out of P4, I devoured this one and liked it a lot more. On the queer front, I vastly prefer this kind of dated media that basically does everything except say gay than the No Homo of P4. It was really welcoming and nice. I might play it again someday, but this time skip the Hierophant link and focus on Yukari and Mitsuru now that I know I like them. Good, coherent, fun, heartfelt game! I did cry at the big finale! Akihiko for best boy!

That's it for now! If you wanna read my whole liveblog, it is tagged appropriately. I would add /chrono to the end of the URL and start from the top so you can see my hiiiiiilarious experience with Ryoji in chronological order.

ETA: GOD YANNO WHAT MAKES EVEN MORE SENSE would be FeMC falling into a coma every full moon as she wards off Nyx. but whatever, what do I know.

ETA2: I said on discord "i still really like the game, i think it's shockingly well written, the cast is great, it's heartfelt and has actual things to say about life and death but i would have preferred either just kill the player off and let the tragedy be how she's forgotten, that's tasty or just let them live at that point, i feel like the message about the inevitability of death is made"

[digitalgate02]

[sighs]

I'll have to be honest with people and with my own feelings.

When I say I can’t really make ▽ work with my stuff and with the original lore, I really mean it.

I know people might get angry at me for saying this, but it’s pretty much sure that you have either to commit to one or another and CANNOT USE BOTH TOGETHER. What I mean? Well…

I know all of the Adv/02’s lore is still unknown to us, and we got a good chunk of those details from interviews with Kakudou and SekiP, but when it comes to the original Digital World lore… Well, it sounds completely… impossible to use it with ▽ as it was presented to us. I mean mostly what Shiha talked about in this post here, about “canon” and “Non-canon” and such.

Well, I want people to not get me wrong – I’m not forcing you to agree with me, I’m just explaining why it’s so hard for me to work with it, to the point I’m still trying to, even by reusing bits of it except… I’m always walking into a thick wall and unable to proceed with my own plans/chain of thoughts.

Well… The thing is: Since the lore is basically violated to the point I have no other option than put extra thought on how to work with this, I’ll have to talk about a SERIOUS digi-ecosystem problem this series brought.

If you didn’t know, an old stream with Kakudou in it (not sure for which material it was, PSP Adv game or another thing, if someone remember of it, please help me here) had a Q&A section where people sent him questions to be answered there, and one of them was regarding… “what happens to the digimon if a human partner dies” or something like that. Well, Kakudou’s answer was following the logic of “digimon are the manifestation of the human soul” which is… basically something implied in post-series material & interviews. His answer? If a human partner dies, their digimon partner dies too.

Just by saying this you might understand… What my point here is.

Yes, I mean… Nishijima Daigo’s death is a big big PROBLEM to the lore.

Unless there’s some special rule involving the Holy Beasts like, “the HB can undo their ties with their human partners”, the fact Daigo is killed off in the pt6 brings a terrible disaster to the ecosystem. The Holy Beasts are also responsible for the protection of the Digital World, just as Homeo (which is not a “God-like” entity at all, even in Adv & the novels, Homeostasis claims to not be a “God of the Digimon”, it’s just a security system or something like) – And when Qinglongmon explained stuff in 02, he mentioned that the Dark Masters had sealed the HB in the past, but then the Chosen Children broke the seal.

Ok, so you might be aware the Holy Beasts were former Chosen digimon, the mysterious “five kids” (yes, the ones using a few from the Adv cast to illustrate them) – we don’t know when they got to face Apocalymon, but they were said to be the previous group from Taichi & co. and I assumed it meant 1995 before because I wasn’t aware of the math count before… The math count is important and this is why those details should’ve been stated beforehand and not through interviews and Q&A stuff… But okay, I don’t blame anyone for not knowing those details… I’m only upset that ▽ staff didn’t go to get details directly from the original Adv/02 staff. Sigh, let’s go straight to the point:

Killing Daigo was the biggest lore violation this series had committed, because it would’ve caused terrible issues to the ecosystem. You KILLED a human whose digimon partner had become a HOLY BEAST!!

But Why am I so desperate trying to find a solution to this? Well, I don’t want to let go of Daigo and Maki – I love them, and I also love my NishiHime OC Yume. She has a big plot that I’m trying to make it work – but as you can see, this is the thick wall I’m facing right now.

Yes, I know I could simply ignore it, but I wanted her to have a parallel with Daichi and show the difference between them. If I keep Daigo dead this would cause a big big crisis because one HB down. So my only choice is to kill Maki off, right? Except I had plans for Maki too… So this is where I’m sitting here and thinking again and again on how to keep the original plan (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

[hungrydolphin91]

@v-voeux RIGHT so. This is gonna be MASSIVE spoilers for my ongoing post-game Zestiria fic Falling Awake, that one i started over a year ago that Nash made beautiful art of ;_; I still have plans to finish it someday, but currently I'm struggling because there's 11 characters I'm trying to juggle at the same time 😅 not to mention I haven't played zesty in a while, so some the scenes I'm trying to write feel a little stale or unfocused. I WILL come back to it though I SWEAR I wanna finish this story because this premise drives me insane hhhhh

I kinda lied in the fic tags calling it a berzesty crossover because it's much more Zestiria-focused than Berseria, set in zesty post-game in a world where humans can suddenly see both seraphim and hellions which causes lots of problems (not to plug my own work but I would recommend reading what's been posted so far, the text itself can do a much better job emotionally conveying the context than I can here). Mikleo in particular is struggling ('cause that's what we're here for, mikleo angst 😅) because their former group is falling apart over various issues, such as a lack of purification powers/Shepherd and whether it's ethical to kill hellions/dragons since basically no one has the ability to purify them anymore. Mikleo is lonely, desperate, and depressed, but he's still holding out for some kind of long-term solution to the malevolence hidden in the past, when humans and seraphim coexisted.

And while's he's researching he discovers the true nature of a powerful but long-forgotten Empyrean, Innominat, who has been sealed away inside the earthpulse. He takes the steps needed to free him, and is rewarded by being immediately devoured. RIP.

Except the twist is that he fucking planned this. I took the idea of Empyreans being influenced by the souls that are sacrificed to them and ran with it so Mikleo DELIBERATELY fed himself to a god in order to reincarnate as said god (kinda similar to his seraphic rebirth actually), and with the powers of an Empyrean he'd be able to cleanse the land's malevolence himself and Sorey could awaken.

EXCEPT it's not quite enough yet. Innominat is a forgotten Empyrean so no humans are giving him their prayers and therefore he is much weaker than he was in Berseria. So despite Meebominat devouring as much malevolence as he can for now, it's not gonna be enough to really purify anything unless he gets even more powerful.

It's worth noting that up until this point, Mikleo hasn't really done anything amoral yet, other than traumatizing Zaveid who witnessed his 'murder' and letting the others think he's evil 'cause he doesn't expect them to be onboard for his plan. He fights the others when they confront him but he always leaves them alive because he doesn't want to hurt them, he just wants them out of the way. His goal is to find Sorey again and more importantly, Maotelus.

At the same time as Innomeebo's galavanting around and dealing with his angry friends, Sorey and Maotelus wake up because Maotelus has sensed Innominat's awakening and wants to personally stop him. They depart from their own pocket of Earthpulse on borrowed time (not canon compliant but who cares fight me) in order to track him down or at least warn someone that he's a threat, because few alive today even know who he is, much less how dangerous his return is.

A bunch of things I have yet to write happen but ultimately Sorey and Mikleo end up reunited, initially delighted to see each other again until Sorey starts to realize Mikleo's domain is on par with an Empyrean, maybe the exact Empyrean he was looking for actually. Sorey starts to doubt whether he can even trust Mikleo or if this is just Innominat wearing his face to torment him. Meebominat, meanwhile, is arguing firmly that yes, it's really him, and he doesn't have any of Innominat's old evil plans for the world like the Ceremony of Suppression. He really does want to save the world. He just needs to devour Maotelus first-- after all, Maotelus is a part of Innominat, and with their powers combined and consolidated he should be able to purify the world fully.

Cue Sorey's sort of BSOD moment, trying to figure out if this is all a lie, somewhat swayed by the logic of it since Maotelus wouldn't even technically die, he'd just become a part of Innominat like Mikleo already has. But Maotelus absolutely does not want this (picture lil babby Laphicet telling Innomeebo to fuck off) and of course Sorey doesn't want to sacrifice one person, even if it would save the world. But now he's not sure if he has to stop and maybe kill Mikleo to save Maotelus, or if he can actually be reasoned with and saved somehow.

Eventually Sorey gets the idea to solve this problem the way he addressed the last major antagonist he came up against: get to the truth of the matter, using the Earthen Historia. He witnesses for himself what led Mikleo to this point of voluntarily sacrificing himself to gain power, and comes to the heartbreaking conclusion that this is, in fact, pure Mikleo, genuinely asking him to hand over Maotelus so he can eat him.

Again it's worth noting that Mikleo is motivated by more than just loneliness and longing to see Sorey again, although that's a big part of it. He's confident in his own abilities to be in charge and ambitious enough to embrace Empyrean levels of power. He's seen how much the world is suffering and wants to change that and fulfill the dream the two once shared. But Sorey's own words ("My dream will live on, so long as I don't forget,") are part of what inspired him to do this, though twisted through his own lens of desperation, and that's how Sorey realizes Mikleo WILL still listen to him. Mikleo has the power to fight and maybe take Maotelus by force, but he doesn't. Even if he's not consciously aware of it, he's handed over his moral compass to Sorey, and as long as Sorey approved of his actions, they'd all be worth it, no matter who was hurt along the way.

So of course Sorey doesn't approve, because he can't let Mikleo down even though he's begging him to. Mikleo is heartbroken and for a second Sorey worries he might lash out after all, but he doesn't, because Mikleo trusts Sorey more than anything else including himself. He willingly surrenders Innominat's power using the deus ex machina that is Siegfried, all while utterly grieving the eventual parting that's coming, since ultimately nothing has been fixed and Sorey will still have to go to sleep.

And that's the emotional climax of the story, the part that drives me insane every time I reread it 😅 I have ideas for more to follow afterward, hopefully a happier ending because even I hate to leave Mikleo exactly where he started after how far he went to change things, but between the confusing, inconsistent lore of berzesty and the endless possibilities of endings here I am once again overwhelmed. Thanks for reading this far though, I hope my sormik angst was to your taste 😄

[deepghostdreamerdream]

My Scars | Sebastian sallow x gryfindorr reader

A/U note, Hello this is my first story with sebastian, and I haven't seen any darker tone stories especially with Victor rookwood so wanted to try this idea see if any likes it. also it is a bit of inspiration of ellie and david from the last of us.

When Getting kidnapped by rookwood outside of ollivanders, you fought to escape and kill rookwood but what if things went a bit differently, wanting the final repository location rookwood tortures you but finds pleasure in your pain.

WARNINGS: violence, sexual assault on minors, physical abuse, kidnapping

"That repository is my birth right!" rookwood shouts as his piercing glare digs into her soul.

"Rookwood wouldn't have wanted you near it!" she shouts back pointing her wand at him hoping to intimidate him. But she doesn't know what he has up his sleeve.

Victor darkly chuckles and shakes his head before speaking, "This is what I get for trying to reason with a child," he mutters to himself pacing back and forth.

"But as I always say, Children should be seen and not heard." once he finished his sentence, all the air in her lungs were gone.

Before she could process what he had just said, two ashwinders had apparated and grabbed her from behind and disappeared with Victor to Rookwood castle.

LATER

Victor was in the main hall pacing trying to figure out what he was going to do to the girl to get information out of her, whilst she was trapped in the dungeons below.

He knows she has been doing the dark arts against his, Harlow and ranroks men.

And even though she has been killing their men, he was actually attracted to that, she has a dark heart. Just like him. And He's attracted to that in a woman.

But she wasn't a woman but a child, which was sick of him to think but it exhilarated him even more.

To be so young and so powerful..

And he didn't even know her name.

he wanted to teach her a lesson without magic.

His eyes widen as he stops in his tracks, he mouth curves to an evil smirk as he heads towards to weaponry the goblins left.

He saw an enchanted bowie knife still sealed in it's scabbard, he grabs it and heads to the dungeons.

When he got down there, two ashwinders took guard at the door.

Rookwood could see the girl behind them, she was in the middle of the cage still knocked out.

He grins and nods to his guards to open the door for him, he enters and conjures a stool in front of the cage and sits in it, never taking his eyes off of her.

He places the dagger on the side of the stool.

He could smell her from where he sat, she smelled of mallowsweet, vanilla and peppermint even with all the mud and dirt on her.

Shaking him out of his thoughts was her body moving, she was waking up.

Y/N POV

All I can feel is my body aching. I feel like I got hit by a train..it's really cold too.

I lift my head and my vision was still blurry, I tried to lift myself up but I could only get to a sitting position.

"Glad to see your finally awake." all the air once again left my lungs as soon as i heard his voice, but everything started to sink in.

My vision started becoming more clear as I looked around my surroundings, I was in a dark dungeon lit only by the moon.

'Oh god, what happened to me?' then my eyes finally saw rookwood, he was just sitting in a stool just starting at me.

I gathered enough strength to at least mutter, "Where am I?" rookwood just chuckles, "I was wondering when you were going to wake up. And to answer your question we are at Rookwood castle, so might as well get comfortable." he finishes as my vision finally clears up.

I didn't even think about what I was about to say, "What do you want with me?" it should be obvious but it's not.

Rookwood just stares at me, his blue eyes looking me up and down, it started to feel uneasy in the room.

"Well let's start with basics shall we? What's your name?"

I remained quiet not wanting to say anything due to my voice hurting but I wasn't going to give my name to some creep, "Bethany." I give him a fake name see if he'll take it.

But I could hear him tsking before speaking, "you know I'm not much of a good man, but I can always tell when someone is lying to me, child."

Silence takes over.

"Tell me your name, I will not ask again." he calmly asks, having a trick up his sleeve.

After staying quiet, rookwood gets up and starts pacing, his irritation starting to show.

Not liking the silence rookwood stood up and yelled, "Alright Fine, if you won't give me your name then you better give me repository location!" I could only stare at the floor.

What could I say? I'm not only pissed but I'm scared too, this is humiliating. I look up at him and yell, "You can go fuck yourself!" he decided that demanding for the answer was not gonna get him far as he kneels down in front of me.

THIRD PERSON POV

"I don't like doing this to you but In order for all of this to go away, you need to tell me where it is." rookwood lies to convince her but he's starting to loose his patience.

He realizes he's gotta try a different approach, a little more profound.

"Listen, I really need your help as you can tell, you seem like a great soldier and a good leader." saying that echoed in Y/N's head, not really believing it but going along with the act.

"You know who you remind me of? You remind me of myself when I was younger, very brave, cunning, strategic.." he finishes with a word she did not expect, "Violent."

He continues, "I've noticed on how you have been taking my men down, including Harlow and ranroks as well and i must admit you are ruthless.. Maybe that's why you have survived this long."

He looks her up and down once again "Im going to be honest with you, I need an equal. I need someone strong by my side and defeat ranrok." he finishes waiting for her to talk but her voice was raspy enough to where you could barely hear her.

"What about Harlow or your ashwinders, don't you have plenty of buddies to help you." she said more in a sarcastic way than an actual question, not knowing she would be paying for it soon.

"Harlow is can barely keep his own business running and all of those ashwinders work for me. They are more brainless than anything, but to put it in simpler terms, I feel like I'm a wolf surrounded by puffskiens.. And all I need is another wolf." Y/N looks up at him and sees he's practically kneeling in front of her.

She sees her wand in his side pocket, she needed to get to it but she also sees the gigantic ass blade right by the stool and if she fucks up she's not gonna get mercy.

Something else than fear came, she doesn't know what it is but the feeling rookwood was giving her was not good. She was definitely scared of him right now, he was better off yelling at her and casting spells but him being calm and unpredictable was horrifying.

As she kept quiet trying to come up with a plan in her head, Victor notices her silence and tries to persuade.

"if you join me you could have everything you're heart desires, we would take down the most powerful witches and wizards, take over hogwarts, shit even the wizarding world, the world is our oyster." still trying to convince her, Y/N eyes staring right into his eyes, making Victor stop talking for a cool minute, she just made him physically speechless.

She's so fucking beautiful, and that's when the horrid thoughts start coming in.

Seeing her hand on the cage made him decide on a bold move, "Can you imagine the life we could build, we would recreate a whole new world.. We could grow and spread out." Y/N's heart dropped hearing that last bit, and now having his hand on hers, she now understands his True intentions.

She had to come up with something fast! She has to get out of there!

Putting on her best innocent face she smiles warmly at him, and slowly puts her other hand on top of his.

She quickly grabbed his middle finger, twisted it and tried to pull his arm through the holes of the cage, she tries to reach for her wand but Victor had the upper hand in strength as the same arm that was in the hole was grabbing her blouse and hitting her against the metal cage. Multiple times.

Her nose was bleeding a good amount, Victor yelled as his two ashwinders came to his aid, but he held a hand up to make them stay where they were at.

Victor was beyond pissed at that moment, "You little bitch!" she tried rubbing the blood away but more just kept coming so wiping it with her sleeve was pointless.

"Sir! Are you okay?!" one of his guards said coming towards victors rescue, but he denies it.

"Just fine." he says as he takes his own wand to heal his finger, after doing so he picked up his blade and looked towards them and then at the cage letting them know things were gonna get serious.

As the guards start opening the cage, Y/N still in shock doesn't realize what's happening until they get the door open.

Once they grab her she starts to scream, and it was a raw and fearful.

They drag her to the next room where there is a metal table In the middle and she gets put on top of it.

The guards hold her down as he starts to walk over to the table.

"I will ask this again one more time and if you don't give me the answer I want then you will see what happens." Victor threatened the girl, she might have been scared but she wasn't gonna let some fucker get the best of her.

"What Is your name.." he asks in a venomous tone, when she doesn't respond like he wanted, he lifts up her sleeve, takes out the blade and starts carving, making Y/N scream, kick and shake as his guards hold her down.

He finishes carving the first letter before looking back at her, he shouts, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" cries come out of her as her mind is clouded with pain.

And before she could get it out, he starts carving the second letter, "Y/N!! MY NAME IS Y/N!" right when she screamed, Victor lifts up the blade and looks at her face, red flushed face and full of tears.

She looked delicious, Pain looks so good on her.

He's getting aroused by torturing her.

And now that he has her name he could just picture of what he would do to her, I mean the position his guys are keeping her in aren't helping those ideas.

He leans down and his fingers push the hair out of the way and kiss her forehead, "good girl, but I need something else from you as well."

She felt like time was frozen, she was so fucking scared, he just kissed her forehead. He already has her name, he can't get that last repository location.

"Where is the last repository? Hm?" Victor asks weirdly calm, Y/N doesn't trust it.

She looks into his eyes before yelling, "Eat shit!" and that made Victor roll his eyes and start carving the rest of the word.

Y/N's screams filled the abandoned castle, even people from feldcroft could hear her screams.

Once he was done carving he realized that even with all the blood leaving her arms, once you get cut with the blade it leaves a scar forever.

With all the tears blocking her vision, she looked to her right side where Victor had her arm and she tried to see what he did.

She almost cried even more when she read it.

It said Mudblood.

With the pain, the whole situation, and now a new painful scar, tears started coming and she couldn't stop them.

"Tell us where it is or you won't be able to use magic anymore," he threatens as he goes to her left side and grabs her hand holding it down while lowering the blade near her fingers threatening to chop them off, starting with her pinkie.

As he was about to lower the blade to chop, Y/N screams, "SAN BAKAR'S TOWER!" Victor freezes, that didn't make any sense, his men already checked that tower it was empty.

"Stop lying to me girl! We already went there to search and there was nothing." Victor grips her face as he shouts in her face, making her close her eyes.

"NO!! I Swear! Its underground, underneath the tower! PLEASE!" Victor looks at her to see if she was telling the truth and she guessed that she lied so well Rookwood starts arguing with his men.

As they were arguing Victor had put down the blade, not realizing he just made his mistake and not to mention the guards hold on her was loosened.

For a few seconds she waited until she couldn't take it, she had to get out of there.

She grabs the blade and chucks it into one of the guards necks and the other straight into the other neck causing them both to bleed out by the neck.

She bolts straight towards the dungeons exit, Victor had no time to get his wand out until she was escaping halfway through the door.

He knew that she wouldn't get far without running into his men and he still had her wand so she was pretty much defenseless.

He just grabs the bowie blade and chases after her.

She makes it outside, she was still in the middle of the castle but it was better than being inside in the dungeons.

It was more like a battle field arena, but now is not the time to think about that right now.

There was a bunch of rubble and junk around. There wasn't an exit, maybe she could hide and sneak her way out.

She hears footsteps coming in her direction, she hids next to one of the barrels hopefully covering all of her.

She needs something to defend herself.. She can't just hide.

She hears his footsteps as he walks nearly to the middle of the arena, he looks around and a plan starts setting off in his head, all the tapestries that were everywhere and paper were perfect.

"incendio!" he casts the fire spell on the tapestries making the fire grow through the castle, trying to smoke her out.

He conjures a shield on top of the castle to the smoke would stay inside.

She realized what he was trying to do, he's trying to trap her in here, smoke her out and he would catch her but she needed to find something quick and to her luck, her peripheral vision she sees something shiny, a pair of scissors. Perfect.

Victor starts to pace around the arena, "Oh, Y/N.. Why did you lie?" he questions as he starts to circle around the arena trying to find the small girl.

"I mean you really got me on that one, you made me look like a fool. And that won't work in my book." he starts getting closer to where she was hiding, she had to sneak behind him to the opposite side of where he was, the smoke helped for cover but the fire was starting to spread causing her to lose oxygen.

After trying a few times to taunt her but knew they weren't working, so he pulls out his last card.

"I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING! you don't know how good I am for you!" her breath starts to get quicker as her fear starts spiking.

"Oh Y/N..you know if you would have taken my offer we wouldnt be in this situation, but you know what that's okay," he takes a deep breath.

"because I'm going to keep you, I'm gonna teach you." the whole arena was practically on fire, she had to make a move.

She looked over at him and he was just standing there with the fire, like they were one in the Same.

Y/N quietly creeps up on Victor and stabs him into the stomach, causing Victor to scream and throw her down to the ground, whilst causing his blade to slide away.

She lifted her head to find the blade, it was under the rubble she was hiding at before.

With her body colliding to the ground the air left her, trying to gather her surroundings, all she could focus on was getting to the blade.

Victor didn't see where the blade went but he had his and her wand so he thought he was just fine.

Thinking he's invincible.

He kicks her stomach as she tries to crawl away, he was trying to hurt her. But he didn't know him kicking her was helping her get closer to what she wanted.

One last kick she starts coughing and crying after the fifth kick.

He kneels down on top of her with his legs outsidd of hers, with one hand on top of her head and the other holding her down.

The moment he starts getting on top of her, her fear goes into overdrive.

He flips her around to face him, and she screams in his face, "GET OFF OF ME!!" she was shaking, screaming and fighting her way out.

He grabbed both of her wrists and held them over her head.

But He just laughs and shakes his head at her, "Oh Y/N, I thought you already knew? The fighting is the part I love the most." now Y/N was starting to cry and scream even more, trying to do anything to get him off.

"As I've always said children should be seen and not heard." that sentence broke her completely, she could feel his other hand touching her sacred area and unzipping her trousers.

He let's go of one of her wrists to unbuckle his pants, but that was his last mistake.

She uses that hand he let's go of and after a few struggles she managed to get the handle in her hand.

She immediately starts hacking his face, all primal fear takes over as she sees red.

She keeps chopping and screaming until everything she had was let out.

She kept going after a minute but stopped seeing the damage she had done, she practically degloved his face.

Victor rookwood is dead.

And it was a horrid sight, and the experience was worse.

She could finally hear the roars of the fire as it starts to basically cover everything.

Before she gets up, she saw her wand in his pocket.

She grabs it and runs to the oppisite exit from Where she came from.

But neither of them knew someone else had saw the whole situation, Harlow.

She had to keep running, she didn't have her wiggenweld potions and she didn't have her nap sack, so she couldn't take out highwing.

So as she walked away, the rookwood castle burned to the ground, letting people of feldcroft see what's happening.

She tried to find the closest flu flame she could find but that was in feldcroft.

Guess she was walking even more.

Y/N was silent, she couldn't say anything. She usually talks to herself if she didn't have any body with her.

She felt numb but all the emotions were there at the same time, but the most she could feel is rage.

That almost happened to her.. She almost got raped and by Victor rookwood no less, the one who cursed Anne.

And that's not counting on the new scar on her right arm forever.

Y/N thinks bitterly, 'I guess we're both victims from rookwood now' she can't even think straight, she just wanted to be left alone.

She eventually made it back to the school, but she had to make it to the bathrooms cause she was covered in ash and blood.

She was just traumatized, disassociating was a usual thing for the girl from her life from before but this was to a new level.

The longest she would disassociate would be a minute or two, not long at all. But now they were getting to nearly 5 minutes of not being there mentally.

All she could hear was her screams, the fire roaring but most of all his words. They were ingrained in her Brain forever.

She finally makes it to the showers, gets clean and heads to the common room.

Everything seems different now, she didn't like the calmness of the castle.

She could still feel his hands on her.. Even though she scrubbed and scrubbed until she bled, she could still feel him.

But he's gone now.. She didn't have to worry about him harming anyone like that again.

Then all of a sudden she felt a wave of despair making her stop her tracks.

She knew this feeling too well, she was about to break down. She couldn't go to the common room with everyone in there.

She will not humiliate herself even more than she already has.

Not even a second thought she runs to the undercroft.

Not knowing a certain slytherin boy was heading down there as well.

Once she makes it inside the undercroft, she glances to make sure no one was in here before she could really break down.

She walked to one of the pillars and slid down starting to express the despair and pain of just going through something like that.

She rolled up her right sleeve and saw the scar, she couldn't think of anything when she saw it, it only reminded her of him.

She starts to let go as she starts to scream, letting out any internal pain.

She must have not heard the metal gates open but sebastian heard her scream right before he entered which scared the shit out of him.

He races in trying to find her, but looking over a pillar he eventually does.

And his heart broke at what he saw, she was a mess, a crying screaming mess.

But she was angry, she had so much rage she didn't think it possible.

"Y/N what happened?!" sebastian touches her, but the moment he does his touch triggered something, she was immediately back at the burning castle with rookwood.

She starts screaming bloody murder, covering her eyes trying to protect herself from the magical world trying to harm her. Maybe she wasn't cut out for all the magic.

Sebastian realized that she just went through Something horribly traumatic, at first he thought it was his uncles death that was getting to her.

But that didn't make sense because she flinched at his touch but Solomon didn't harm her which means something else was going on.

He grabs both of her arms and pulls her closer, one hand grabs her face to look up at him, giving her reassurances Like, "You're okay, nothing can get you while I'm here." and "Im not letting you go."

She was finally able to get out of that mental attack and finally see sebastian, he looks so concerned and worried.. Am I the reason he's like that?

Even after having your own panic attack, you were still worried about someone else.

Sebastian looks into her eyes and wipes her tears away, "hey, what's going on?" he asks in a soft tone that he uses for anne, making y/n kinda shy away but she knew she couldn't.

She couldn't tell him, she couldn't tell anybody really.

Even if she tried too, she couldn't.

She wasn't good at explaining her feelings especially traumatic ones but she just went through hell and back give her a break.

He was still looking at her for answers, she might not be able to tell him about certain things but she was able to show him.

She looks down and lifts up her pajama sleeve to reveal the carved word Mudblood on her arm.

Sebastian tensed immediately, "What the fuck is this!" he demands as he traces the words getting more angry with seeing each letter.

"Who did this y/n." it wasn't really a question it was more of a demand.

she croaked out, "Victor rookwood, don't worry he's dead now." he looked up at her in confusion, she just said it so casually.

And she wasn't finished, "he was the one to curse anne.. Not the goblins." sebastian was already pissed off enough to be pacing in the undercroft but now knowing he hurt both of his girls, he wanted to kill him himself.

She was silent, other than the scar something was bothering her and he knew it, so he calmed down and took deep breaths.

"is that all? Or is there something else?" he asks staring into her eyes, after a few moments she smiles and says, "Nope, just the scar." sebastian gave her a face of 'I don't really believe you' but decided to let it go.

He wraps his arms around her and lifted her into his lap coddling her.

See this was new between them, they were never this close.

But after his uncles death by his hand, let's just say they were more trauma bonded than anything.

Once she cuddled into his chest she released any left over feelings and he just held her, letting her cry on him however long she wanted.

He knew there was something more than just the scar.

Yeah sure having a scar that says you're a mudblood is fucked up in itself, but he knows that's not the real reason, he'll figure it out.

He will....

To be continued.. On part 2

[sakuraswordly]

Punch: My country was like a dictatorship. Being pressured both in life and mentally He wanted his people to be mindless robots. But after my father found us and helped me and my mother. Everyone from another country gives us happiness and takes care of us like one big family. That's why I was jealous of Sonic a lot. I want to be like him, not a human. He's not human that's what I like and love about him.

Danny: But in the end, Punch saved your country and completely changed the regime. You still do for people even if you hate your homeland.

Punch: I just do it because I hate it. It's just pain in my sight that's all.

Danny: You and golden king are totally the same. Hehe. Enkidu told me that you guys' mouth does not match his heart.

Punch:.............(Make a grumpy face with red cheeks)

Punch: But because Sonic didn't have a human vessel anymore so he's in very danger. I...we thought taking him to seal dimension was a great idea but in the end. That bad God found him. It is our fault for letting this happen.

Owlbert: Hoo....Hoo...[Are you still feeling bad for your brother and yourself?]

Punch: We've both been rejected by the world. We both feel the same threat and yet here we were killing each other in the end. I nearly lost him because of that at that time when we try to recuse Chester. Shadow and Tails didn't mad at me at all. They said they understand me because I and Sonic are similar.

Punch: Sonic's wish is just simple. "Freedom". This wish for the world and universe is also the desire of Mr Gilgamesh and me too. Our childhood dream.

Homura: I understand and I knew that feeling. When you choose something more than the world and people. But you still do for people and lives. I am too....and here I am. But your real hate is gone. Your real sadness is gone.

Punch: Actually, I'm not that weak to let that emotion control me in my life. I've experienced hate and sympathy. I'm a freak. I know that from the very beginning. I'm tired and hated this cruel world and everything around me. Even though I know it's not their fault, I just can't forgive them. But guess what? My brother Sonic. He's a child, an innocent child so basically he should hate me. My brother still accepts me. He still forgives me. Because of him, I make it this far.

Punch: But I'll become his sword and continue this wish. I thought I go alone. I walked a path like the leader, the king. I will watch this world to the very end. But because Syaoran and Peter...they taught me what love, family and friendship means. Why humans can't be alone? Why is "love" as humans I know different from "Love" as other species? I gain more humans because of them. That's why Homura...my real hate and real sadness were gone.

Homura: I know what you mean Punch...but I still don't know what my love is so good for you then.

Danny: Homura. Don't worry. I will be the one to teach you about that. After all, I am not human anymore! I am a ghost so...!!

Homura: But your friends, family and Sam...what about them? I came to find you to bring you back to normal remember?! Also, you forgot the promise with Sonic and Punch?!

Danny: I know Homura. I still do not forget those. But both Sonic and Punch taught me to live a life every minute to the fullest. They taught me how to be happy. That's why I won't forget that friendship pact we made.

Punch: Me too Danny.

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Gilgamesh: Mystic eyes of death perception what we had. When I saw with my eyes around me. It's just like "The fabric of the universe".

Source: dailymail

Merlin: That dark matter could be a complex entity that acts as the ending point for an intelligent race, allowing them to escape from all dangers. 

Gilgamesh: That's how our power works. Gate of Babylon, Speed of Sound, Hologram Computer and Magic. Those are the power of the god of nothingness.

Peter: Also, power creates lives and the fabric of time. This power has nothing to do with the curse of Vaten Hörmulegt. But Gil.....your curse...

Gilgamesh: Don’t say anything.

Peter:..................

Merlin: So you going to tell me that this power can be able to rip the world and create the world again? 

Gilgamesh: Just like that time when Sonic and Punch fought. No one saw their power only two of them can see what's the true power of Mystic eyes. Enuma Elish or Enūma Eliš is just the name I gave so it kinda not do anything about my magic. I have power but never used it until I met Punch again in Babylon. I always use the Gate of Babylon and the Sword of Ea. To avoid the danger coming to me. My Gate of Babylon just similar like science fiction is "the portal"--an extraordinary opening in space or time that connects travellers to distant realms. A good portal is a shortcut, a guide, a door into the unknown. If only they existed....

Merlin: But why are you giving this information to us?

Gilgamesh: There was once a stupid brother who told me how powerful friendship is. That's why I need someone to protect my Vimana. So you should know about me a bit.

Peter: As I know from Punch. Vimana is the structure over the garbhagriha or inner sanctum in the Hindu temples of South India and Odisha in East India. In typical temples of Odisha using the Kalinga style of architecture, the vimana is the tallest structure of the temple, as it is in the shikhara towers of temples in West and North India.

Picture Appearance: Fate/Zero

Gilgamesh: Not that flying palaces! I mean this one! This airship can change its shape to a flying palaces too! It totally advances more than that garbage.

Peter: So basically you stole it.

Gilgamesh: Shut up.

*Bonk*

Peter: Ouch!

Gilgamesh: Enuma Elish is a creation story that narrates the beginnings of the cosmos and the gods, in contrast to the Epic of Gilgamesh, which is a tale about a king's search for immortality. While both books provide us with knowledge of Mesopotamian civilization, they do so from various angles. The myth tells the story of the great god Marduk's victory over the forces of chaos and his establishment of order at the creation of the world.

Peter: But because they are similar so you name your sword anyway.

Gilgamesh: Want to be hurt, dog?

Peter: Okay. I'm out.

Merlin: You really love books, don't you?

Gilgamesh: I'm not against that. But of course, without Mokona to translate different languages. Mystic eyes can translate different languages too. Those lines are like a logic computer or code you say.

Merlin: (He changes the topic too fast.)

Peter: (Just leave him.)

Gilgamesh: Eyes that can perceive "death" as visual information. The “death” that these eyes read and see is not the “end of life activities” but the “concept” of “the end that will come someday” death, the limit of existence. In addition, although it is called "magic eye", it is officially a kind of supernatural power. The supernatural power of direct death functions only when the eyeballs that can visualize death and the brain that can recognize and understand it is aligned. There is no point in transplanting it to another person like a general mystic eye, and conversely, even if the eyeball is crushed, it is possible to visualize death. "Death" is visible in lines and dots and has no intensity. The "line of death" represents the mortal line of existence, and if the line is traced, it will cut through the subject, no matter how tough it may be. As long as it exists with an "end that will come someday", it can kill anything (sometimes even concepts are no exception). As an accompanying effect, you will be able to see supernatural things that are invisible to ordinary people, such as spirits, supernatural powers, and magic. It is impossible to "kill" uncertain things such as the "future", but the "future" that is determined by looking into the future is different. It is also possible to poke only lines and points related to a limited part in the object. For example, it can be applied as a treatment because it can be used as a treatment because it can be eliminated without harming others by killing only poisonous substances and diseased internal organs in the body. It should be noted that it is possible to kill anything just by touching it, but the result is just "death", so it is not included in " magic ".

Picture Source from The Garden of Sinners: Future Gospel

Peter: So then this power can see the real future right? Both me and Punch turn back time but can't change the future. 

Gilgamesh: That's right. The real future can't change but not nothing at the end of time has a future so we can change it. That's my plan. What the Mother of Mifune and old lady Fortune Telling whom Watanuki met told, I also have the same as them, Clairvoyance see the future. But Punch had Clairvoyance and saw both past, present and future. But her power is not strong enough yet.

Peter: Gil...you seem hiding something. About Punch....

Gilgamesh: I'm sorry but this information only Me and Punch knew. Me and Punch....we're the same...

Peter: Okay......

Gilgamesh: Okay, let's get back to work, mongrel.

Merlin: So how's Syaoran?

Peter: He's okay but he did worry about Gil so he beg me to keep an eye on him.

Peter: I'll keep his promise...both Arthur and Syaoran....You and Queen gwenaelle too.

Merlin: I see. I'm glad. Don't forget this too. We're best friends.

Punch: You don't have your real destiny or even the horoscope of death. No matter how many gods want to change your fate or kill you. They can't like the spoon no matter what wants to bend in front of you now it bends but the truth is it didn't bend. If they want to change you they need to know your true identity first. 

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言語：日本語(Pixiv)(以下のコンテンツは Pixiv で Google 翻訳を使用しており、情報はありません。)

(Fra nå av skal jeg slutte å oversette norsk fordi jeg tror du allerede har hatt noen til å oversette Tsubasa of Phantasia for meg nå. Har jeg rett?)

(Héðan í frá ætla ég að hætta að þýða íslensku því ég held að þú hafir nú þegar fengið einhvern til að þýða Tsubasa of Phantasia fyrir mig. Hef ég rétt fyrir mér?)

If you mistake Sonic and King Gilgamesh's personality, that means you never understand Punch's personality.

Search: #hint

[meezer]

succession s4e5 spoilers

okay I'm gonna liveblog it all in this post. or try to.

GOD KENDALL SOOO IS IN HIS CUNT ERA AND I'M SO HAPPY. HE'S FLOURISHING AND IT'S TAKING ME TO ANOTHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE TO EVEN SEE IT

shiv is looking so good this episode holy shit the vest omg THE LEATHER JACKET HOLY FUUU

the inquisitive and pensive kendall..... endangered creature

unrelated to anything he did but. me and my friends would have killed hugo with hammers I can tell you that much

he's so angelic like a tulip encased in new frost

GAHAHAHAHAH KENDAAALL I feel like a protective mother over this. ce ai făcut ken unde ai călcat în noroi??

THIS JACKET HOLY FUCK. OKAY. NEED. HE ZIPPED UP THE CUNTY JACKET WHAT A SERVE

GAHAHAHAHAH. I'm so obsessed with this outfit goddd the glasses are so cunty too

WILLA IS IN HER MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS PRIMADONNA GIRL SLAY

GDSGJDKFJKL TOMMMM

oh okay so basically, mattson should kill himself

KENDALL!!!!!! he looks like a seal in the second pic JKLGDSJKG EMILY UNDERSTOOD WHAT I MEANT. YOU CAN SEE IT TOO RIGHT? I'm saying it as a compliment if it wasn't already obvious btw I would light a cigarette near a box of dynamite for him so.

god mattson is making me SO uncomfortable he's like. hanging out with a weird socially inept computer engineering major. sorry HE'S MAKING ME SO UNCOMFORTABLE. NOT JUST THE SHIV JOKE (THOUGH ALSO THAT YES VERY MUCH SO) BUT JUST THE VIBES GOD WHAT IS GOING ON.

"shareholders won't, like--"

"can I just interrupt--

"I'd rather you didn't but--"

"--you right there?"

"you already did, so..."

AND THEN THE "can I interrupt you and just say 'fuck off'?" HOLY FUUUCK GFDLJKGJDKFLJKGFD

stfuuuu his eyes BRO.

HAHAHHA "we keep one of his old sweaters, less racist" SHIVVVVVV THAT WAS SO FUNNY

SHIIIIIIT GREG DOING SPY WORK. HOLY FUCK. SPY ERA!!! started from the bottom now we're here...... AND NOW HE'S TRYING TO GET THE ROYS TO SPILL THE BEANS AND THEY'RE HAVING NONE OF IT JKGLFDKJGDFKGJDLGDKFH FAILBOY

hey mattson you should kill yourself NOW.

II'M LAUGHING SO HARD AT TOM AND GREG'S ANTICS HE DIDN'T HAVE TO PUT HIM ON THE SPOT LIKE THAT..... LAFF

OH MY GOD WHEN THEY MAKE FUN OF THEM IN SWEDISH THAT WAS BRUTAL. AND IT'S SUBTITLED BUT THE CHARACTERS DON'T KNOW WHAT'S BEING SAID. AND THEN KENDALL SAYS

ahahahHAHAHAHAHAHHA THE FOURTH WALL BRO THE FOURTH WALL. HOLY SHITTTT

KEN TAKING OFF HIS GLASSES AND GETTING SERIOUS AND GOING "you wanna do this here?" OH SHIT HE'S GOT HIS GAME FACE ON IT'S GETTING SERIOUS. LET'S DO THIS MY BROTHER

THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY MATTSON JUST USED VAULTER AGAINST KENDALL FUCK YOUUUU FUCK YOUR WHOLE LIFE

a local greg has been spotted talking to jess

my brother kendall and his brother roman WAIT OHHH MY GOD? HE WANTS TO ? ? ? OKAY. OKAYYYYY

bro is ethereal OKAY THEY WON'T LET ME DO ANYMORE IMAGES GKLJDSJKGSDLKJF THEY WANT TO SILENCE US. we must overthrow the culture of corruption that silences women. fear not brave warriors I will be back.

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thinking about it again. if you're confused check this post about the AU. this is an AU of the AU lol

what if Madara didn't calm down when he met his husband. And Madara is fucked up in the head and decides that he needs to convince his husband that The Moon eye plan is a great idea. What if he was like 'YES WE'RE GONNA BRING PEACE TOGETHER'

They fight a bit, cuz like Tobirama and Madara are shinobi and that's exactly how they solve conflicts. Basically the war becomes a spousal fight between them, while Obito is out there making himself a Juubi jiunchuriki and getting Narutotherapy.

When the time comes, Madara makes him resurrect not only himself, but also Tobirama.

Tobirama is so confused, he did not sign up to be alive AGAIN. And he's mad at his husband bc the fuck? He did not concent to this.

So they're both alive and breathing.

"Tobirama, my love, we will have eternal peace, everyone will be living their dream!" Madara said almost jumping at the spot from excitement, thrilled to have his husband by his side at his glorious victory! "And how are they gonna survive? Food, water?" Tobirama said oh so sceptically, arching his brow. "They'll feed off chakra! I did that, it's really effective!" "Good for you, but do you know that this tree in your plan will consume everyone's chakra and then they effectively die?" "Uh? Huh? What? How do you know...?" "Dear, I've been trying to get rid of Black Zetsu almost my whole life and I know his plans thanks to the Buji." "What?! Black Zetsu is my will!" "No, it's not. This little shit plays you and tries to use you for his own plans. I've been fending him off of you for years." Madara starts to deny it, cuz his head is fucked up a bit and Black Zetsu whispers him that this is lies and that even Tobirama is against them. Tobirama realises that and says, "Dear, strip." "Uh? OHH, You're such a freak, publicly, on the battlefield? I love it, but we're a little busy here," Madara waved his hand at the raging Juubi on the background. "NO, not that, god, how did you get even more fucked up? No, don't answer that, I know how. I need to see your tattoo on your chest. It's a seal, I need to activate it." "You put a seal on my chest as tattoo?!" Madara yelled, looking shocked, but then his expression switches to a little crazed satisfaction and his voice is honeyed with so much love and warmth, when he says. "You're so crafty, darling." He strips his armor and coat. Tobirama eyes his brother's face on his chest. He expected it, it happened last time too, but it didn't make it less fucked up. It's his brother's face on his husband's chest. Ew. "I will pretend I didn't see it." Tobirama activates a seal that was crafted specifically to answer to Tobirama's chakra. The seal's purpose is to clear Madara's mind from any influencing and possessing. So when he's done, Madara just blinks a few times and then fucking growls mad af "FUCKING BLACK ZETSU. This asshole! He tricked me! Played me so easily because I was grieving my lover's death! And how did you know about his plan?! Why didn't you tell me?!" "I wasn't sure about his nature for a while and when I was told his plans by Kuubi, I was killed almost immediately. I'm sure it was a plot to illuminate me by Black Zetsu." "So… He killed you?" "Orchestrated my demise, yes."

Que very mad Madara, who's like, fuck abort mission, I will kill Zetsu myself.

Tobirama lets him run wild and assures other Kage that he has his husband under control.

"Your love is so powerful, brother! I was afraid that I would have to kill him again!" "... You killed my husband?" Tobirama knows that what happened last time, but damn it hurt. Even if the marriage was planned, he's attached to him now! "He set on Kuubi on the village!" "The fact that you let him LEAVE the village was the problem. Honestly, didn't I tell you that Madara needs stable environment and how fragile his mental health is? The fuck Izuna was doing?" "I think they had a fight?.. Something about your death?..." "I wish Izuna was here too for me to smack his ass right into Juubi..."

Everyone except Itama, who nodded along (he was Madara's main therapist even though Tobirama and then tried later when Tobirama died, but Madara already caught Zetsu and fucked off from the village), was shocked to know about Madara's 'fragile' mental health.

Tobirama takes control of the situation a bit, cuz now their main goal is to seal Zetsu. Obito is not a problem since he's kinda dying rn. He had his heartfelt moment with Minato and Kakashi. Idk maybe he lives in the end, it'd be nice, we love living Obito in this house.

SO, Zetsu is sealed/killed thanks to now 'normal' Madara and Tobirama and his besties Biju (idk if i mentioned it before, but Biju also had their memories back), plus other's who helped.

Everyone who was Edo Tensei-ed are released back to Pure Lands. But Madara and Tobirama are alive again so...

People wanna try Madara and Obito for their crimes, but honestly do you WANT them to hate you? The 2 people who made this mess of a war? 2 people with Rinnegan against the whole army? WINNING? No? So shut up, they were influenced by an ancient evil.

Still Madara is under high surveillance, but they let him and Tobirama go back to Konoha. Madara now that he's in his right mind is PISSED that his clan was wiped out and clutches onto Obito, who he now calls his student, and Sasuke who's like a copy of Izuna. Madara projects Izuna on Sasuke HARD and makes a temper tantrum when Sasuke decides to leave village. Naruto and Madara won't fucking leave him alone. And Sasuke doesn't NEED another elder brother, thank you very much.

Tobirama, once again, makes his mission to reproduce and makes babies. You can read about babies in 'canon' AU here

Basically Tobirama single handedly restores Uchiha and Senju clan's population. Maybe he would make even more babies lol, since peace and no Zetsu Kaguya threat anymore.

And of course Tobirama crushes into Konoha administration and terrorises the whole tower. Kakashi is still Hokage tho with Obito as his adviser and boyfriend. Tobirama is an adviser too. Tsunade actually wanted to make him a 6th Hokage, but Tobirama had an important mission of keeping Madara in check and his horde of test tube kids so no thank you.

Kakashi suffers cuz ugh Hokage. Naruto suffers cuz now Madara's scary husband trains him for Hokage position.

Tobirama and Orochimaru are fucking best friends cuz research! Yay! Maybe Orochimaru was inspired (once again) by Tobirama and made Mitsuki and Log by his example. So now in the horde of Senju-Uchiha kids there's also 2 snakes.

They all live in the one compound (Senju-Uchiha?) since it's easier to monitor them together. Tenzo is their designated watcher and was immediately adopted by Tobirama, since Mokuton = Senju. Naruto was adopted under the same rights, cuz Uzumaki. Even Kakashi was fucking adopted cuz since when Hatake is a loner? No, come back to the pack.

Tsunade laughs at them all but happy that once again she has a family in a lively compound. Also she might not met her great uncle before, since he died early.

Maybe they change the name since Senju and Uchiha are merged rn? Idk.

There's probably a few houses: MadaTobi (clan heads), Orochimaru + Tenzo, KakaObi, Sasunaru. And for every house put a strong line of ANBU watching them. Plus Tobirama watches over Madara, Kakashi watches over Obito, Naruto watches over Sasuke when he visits. And Tenzo watching over Orochimaru.

The village is fucking terrified when this compound starts to fucking reproduce (5 or 6 mdtb kids and 2 Orochimaru's. maybe sns will have boruto and sarada later lol). They don't even have women there!

Madara is so restricted that he becomes stay at home dad and a house husband. Tho he goes to council to terrify everyone cuz he's the new clan's head.

ok that's it i think. it grew so much jesus. but i love to imagine Madara and Tobirama in the 'modern' Naruto. Imagine Madara's reaction to TVs lmaoooo

yesterday i had a glorious fucking migraine and i had thoughts about au of the time travel tobirama au

basically what if Tobirama fails and dies like about a year after the marriage with Madara. Konoha is building and everything, everyone is happy and then Tobirama fucking dies.

I didn't think of the reason, but maybe he was killed in battle or smth. Maybe by some clan like idk Shimura :)

(prob bc of Black Zetsu)

So, expectedly, Madara loses his fucking mind and it's even worse than when Izuna died, cuz they're supposed to be at peace what the fuck. Madara tries to raze the entire clan responsible for his sweet husband's death.

Hashirama doesn't let him do that and Madara leaves the village, where Black Zetsu catches onto him.

So basically, canon, but Tobirama was never Niidaime and Izuna lived.

The second Hokage would be, idk, Itama, who's fucking terrified and he didn't signed up for this shit!

But yeah, he's the Niidaime and he does everything in his power to implement everything Tobirama wanted to do for the village. And it's a lot. A LOT. Honestly like the dude knew he's gonna be a Hokage one day, he left MANY notes.

Itama appoints Kagami as his successor, cuz that's what Tobirama would want.

Danzo, being a bitch at the Uchiha clan, since Madara had a huge beef with his clan, kills Kagami, takes his eyes, makes it mission accident yada-yada, Itama appoints Hiruzen the next Hokage.

Idk why Itama left the position, but he never wanted it anyway. He did everything his brother wanted and peaced out to go smoke.

So, the canon happens.

The 4th war happens.

Orochimaru raises the dead Hokage, but not only him, Tobirama is there too, since he was super smart and his personal fav.

"Oh fuck, not again," Tobirama said, hiding his face in his hand. Everyone thought that's about the time Orochimaru made him fight in the Konoha crush on chuunin exams. He choose him over Itama, cuz even though Itama is a good Hokage, but he's a healer for the most part and not that useful on the battlefield.

Sasuke asks his questions and then he asks Tobirama.

"Uchiha Tobirama. The history says that you were married off to the Uchiha clan, to Madara, against your will and then took the suicide mission after a year in marriage. Is this true? You hated the Uchiha so much that you killed yourself?"

"I did what"

"Well, you were the one who created Uchiha Police Force..." Orochimaru said.

"First of all, I planned it to go further than the Uchiha and to supervise it myself. At the first stages it was supposed to be only Uchiha because it was one of the most competent clans to do this job and my clan that I trusted. Second of all, 'against my will'? Seriously?! I did not chase Madara since I was 9 to write our marriage off as a political marriage! What the fuck!"

Everyone, except Hashirama and Itama looked shocked at this confession.

"Where IS my husband? Trying to avenge my death to the whole world?"

"Uh, yeah.."

"Of fucking course. I should've left him a note specifically saying that he needs to be in the fucking village and take care of our clan. Now what? Our clan is just one a vengeful child!"

Tobirama paused, feeling up the battlefield.

"And one more Uchiha who lost his shit. Of fucking course"

Everyone shocked, cuz Tobirama had a reputation who hated Uchiha, cuz his brother married him off to them as a peace offering. Then Sasuke makes Hashirama talk about all this talk about village, Hokage, shinobi yada yada yada

Senju brothers are PISSED at Hiruzen and Danzo (thank fuck he's dead right). Hiruzen looked remorseful and said that he knew that everyone expected Kagami to become Hokage and not him.

Ok, so!

Tobirama was the fastest one to rush to the battle field. He had a feral husband to calm down.

He arrived and just stood before Madara, who froze in shock.

"Husband, come here," Tobirama said, opening his arms. Alliance is just standing there gaping cuz what the fuck

Madara didn't notice Tobirama at first, since he masked his chakra by habit. But even then he was exited to meet Hashirama and fight once more. But then he sees Tobirama and FUCK all these plans, his huband is here!!!

Madara just crushed into Tobirama. He had no idea that Tobirama could've been edo tensei'ed the whole time!

"Calm down, dear. What have you done here?" Tobirama asked, petting his husband's hair.

"I just wanted to bring you back..."

"Oh dear... You stupid, stupid man," Tobirama shook his head and kissed him, while the whole Alliance watches shocked.

And this is a story how Tobirama stopped the 4th war singlehandedly.

Ofc there's Obito, but they sic Naruto on him and it's all good. Though Black Zetsu tried something, but Tobirama is fucking READY for him. He will avenge his husband's sanity.

Before they go to Pure Lands again, Tobirama said to Tsunade, Kakashi and Naruto "Fucking fix your history books! I love my husband since I was 9!" (he actually didn't, but no one should know about it, okay)

And Madara is there just clinging to Tobirama with all his body and refusing to let go. He doesn't care about Eternal Tsukuyomi anymore, cuz he can hug his husband once more.

Migraine AUs sure are interesting

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please give us the Ishtar siblings paper please please I live for lore and theories

I have tried to write this specific meta like eight times and it never comes out how I want it but now I'm just going to give up and make the attempt. yeah fine.

Yami Marik is made of hate; specifically 10-year-old Marik's hate after he was put through the carving ritual. The real question is who that hate is directed at, and it's one Marik explicitly asks--his first question, after he comes out of it, is word for word "Who should I hate?"

The most obvious answer to that is "Dad Ishtar," but the fact that there's a question in the first place means that he is not the only one on the table. Yami Marik wants to kill Rishid, too. A lot. He only shows up in the first place when Rishid's not awake. That is not a coincidence.

So let us backtrack real quick: Marik Ishtar is 10 years old, really isolated, and in an abusive home (it's not clear if, outside the ritual, Dad Ishtar was physically abusive to anyone besides Rishid; but even if Marik is the favorite, regular exposure to that level of violence and control would have messed up all three of them). He is about to go through something horrible at the hands of his father, and he knows and dreads it; he doesn't understand why it has to happen, is so scared of it he's depicted as explaining it while in tears.

The adult he does see as source of safety amongst all this is his big brother Rishid. And he asks Rishid to save him from it. The anime switches this, and has Rishid offer on his own accord, but don't get it twisted--in the original, Rishid taking the ritual in his place was all Marik's idea. It's not an order, either--he pleads for it (again, in tears), and Rishid says yes.

And Rishid does try! And fail. His appeal is firmly rejected. What happens next is that Marik gets dragged off kicking and screaming and pleading for help and experiences a painful mutilation while the person he asked to protect him does nothing.

It's debatable if there's anything Rishid actually could have done to prevent this, save kidnap Marik and run off to surface or something, or if he can really be held at fault. The objective facts don't matter here, though. What matters is that Marik is 10, and his ten year old traumatized little brain isn't processing who actually controlled this process. He just knows he asked his dad not to have to go through this, and had to anyway, and that he asked Rishid to save him and he didn't.

So Marik stumbles out in horrible pain, and asks--"Who should I hate?" Who's fault is this? Who should he direct his anger at? His dad? Rishid? The clan? The pharaoh? The gods? Who let this happen?

The reason that the reveal of Rishid's carvings act as a temporary seal on Marik's hatred is because they answer that question with "Not Rishid." They're a "Look what I've done, look how bad I feel. I still care about you, I'm suffering too, I accept fault."

Marik's reaction to this is really interesting, too. He's initially horrified, and then recovers, and proceeds to laugh about it and affirm Rishid's inferiority.

This is a REALLY NOTICABLE CHANGE! A big one! It's a big deal! Because up until now, everything we've seen about little Marik and Rishid's relationship is that despite what Dad said, Marik thought of Rishid as his brother and was eager to have him accepted into the family. This is a major act of love and penance by Rishid, and Marik is reacting to it by basically saying "Good, I hope it hurts. Maybe Dad was right and you are supposed to serve me."

Marik does hate Rishid! At least, ten year old Marik in excruciating pain does. He's a terrified little kid, he asked for help, was told he would be helped, and didn't get any. He hates him as least as much as the guy who did the carving.

But the scars are enough, for now. They're not brothers anymore, that relationship has a giant crack in it, but it gets a band-aid. Rishid may have hurt you, but he cares enough to be hurt with you, and to feel bad about it, which nobody else seems to. So the scars seal the hatred. Somebody still wants to protect him.

Marik's relationship with Rishid after this is interesting and complicated. I don't think it ever fully recovers. He still loves and trusts him a lot, but it's not like the Marik we see in BC is treating Rishid very well. Rishid doesn't stand up for himself, either, because he fears reprisal; Marik doesn't trust him so much that it's no longer necessary to play shadow. And could he, really, after Rishid failed so horribly the first time? Keeping Rishid as servant-not-brother defends you from the pain of another betrayal.

So we circle back to Yami Marik, who is all defense mechanism, all hatred. Yami Marik never recovers from anything. He is operating, always, on the delirious, excruciating, hurts-so-bad-you-have-to-laugh concentrated rage of a grade schooler who has just experienced the worst thing he'll ever go through in his entire life, punishing the world around him.

Yami Marik hates his dad, because of course he does; he's the one that did this. He skins him alive, since skin seemed so important to him.

Yami Marik hates Rishid, too. He wants him dead. Really dead. So that regular-Marik can't come back, sure, but that's really an aside. He wants Rishid dead because he's still trying to answer the question. Marik, at first glance, might have let Rishid off the hook, but there's still things unaccounted for, boiling under the surface. And Yami Marik is here because the band-aid is coming off.

[alrightberries]

Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about. 

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own. 

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight. 

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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She’s Always There (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Key:

Y/n: Your Name

Y/l/n: Your Last Name

Y/n/n: Your Nickname

Y/e/c: Your Eye Color

Y/h/c: Your Hair Color

Prompt Given To Me By @ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhh.tumblr.com: hey!! so the reason I'm messaging is because I wanted to request something but can't fit it all into an ask lmao. anyways could i please request a Paul Lahote x reader where the reader has been super close to the whole pack for years and has been Paul's imprint but doesn't know it (bc Sam thought it would be best to keep u away from it all) and they decide to finally tell you about being shapeshifters and being Paul's imprint and you're so mad about them not telling u earlier and there's a huge argument and they and Paul tries to calm you down but you say stuff like 'leave me alone' and things like that and it sounds like you're rejecting him/the bond in ur angry breakdown. anyways Paul is heartbroken and can't get out of bed or eat or anything so the guys finally convince you to come back bc they and Paul need you and it's just the reader cuddling with him and getting him out of bed to take a shower and eat and he realizes that you're not going anywhere and it's just like healing the imprint bond? sorry for this WALL of text, I've just had this idea stuck in my head for a while lol. if you don't want to do it, that's completely fine!! thank you for your time ♡

ok so my guy,, bc this fic has been stuck in my head for a bit, some scenes have developed? so idk i hope this isn't too much, but if u do write it, would u be willing to add like some angst to it, obvi, and maybe a scene/part lol where when the reader tries to get him to shower (bc the misinterpreted rejection made him like super depressed and he just felt low about himself) he won't shower, because he doesn't want to come out and the reader is gone. so either they shower together (not smutty just angst&fluff) or she sits like in the bathroom while he showers LOL. and when he feels a bit better, they go down to eat and he's touching some part of her at all times. if this is too much to like,, include then that's a-okay. i just need to get this OUT of my MIND ugh lmao!/!

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: The Reader has been friends with most of the pack members for her whole life. Which is why, after months of silence and strange changes, she was willing to let them back into her life— until she finds out she’s been told lies that leave her in danger, of course. After a big freak out and two weeks of avoiding them, the boys come begging for her help; it turns out that Paul has some wolf-y claim on her, and whatever she said to him has left him worse for wear...

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Nudity, Angst, and Cursing.

A/n: this is literally like a whole novel I’m so sorry I got carried away. this is kinda based on a lot of fics I read where the imprint has the potential to really hurt people and I named Paul’s dad.

Word Count: 2.9k+

“The legends are real!?”

Y/n Y/l/n hasn’t ever been so disturbed in her entire life.

After weeks of radio silence, Sam Uley’s little ‘gang’, mostly consisting of people she’d known since childhood, had slowly trickled back into her life. What started as a grocery run with Paul or a movie with Jared had turned into big bonfire parties including Jacob Black and his gaggle.

But that was months ago. Months. And now, as she sits by a fire, surrounded on either side by them, they decide to tell her their little secret?

“Y/n.” Sam says as she abruptly stands, eyes stern and hand raised placatingly.

His actions only served to upset her more and her skin bristles with irritation. Sam was acting as if she, a human surrounded by shape shifters, was the unstable one. As if she could do any damage to things built to kill vampires.

“Don’t you dare, Sam.” She clenches her fists, glaring right back at him. “It’s been months- months- and you’re telling me now?”

“It’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up.” He reasons, voice a little less demanding. “We all wanted to be sure that you were ready to know.”

“Ready?!” Y/n laughs mirthlessly, y/e/c eyes wide with disbelief, “When was I supposed to be ready Sam? W-when one of you gored me? When a cold one ripped me apart?”

Her hands shake as she puts them on her forehead, blinking back tears. Growing up all she’d ever heard were stories of humans getting dragged into fights between wolf and vampire, and she couldn’t bring herself to look Emily in the eye because it was suddenly apparent that wolves alone could hurt people too.

It was so bad, whatever happened to Emily, that they said a bear mauled her— Y/n didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“It’s not like that, Y/n/n.” Embry chimes in, reaching out to grab his friend's arm.

She yanks her body out of the way and gathers her belongings quickly.

“What is it like then, Call?” She holds her bag to her heaving chest, “because it seems to me that you all have the ability to turn into giant, slobbery freaks that are built for killing vampires and, after completely dropping me for weeks, you decided to keep it secret from me for months. Did it even occur to you that I would’ve been better off knowing right off the bat?!”

No one says anything. Eight shifters and two of their girlfriends sit there, just staring at her like she was speaking a different language.

“You know,” Y/n has to clear her throat to steady her wavering voice, “had you guys really been souped-up on drugs like everyone says, maybe I could’ve handled the lying. But my life was clearly potentially in danger, and you let me hang around without saying anything. I- God I don’t want to see you people right now.”

She leaves with that, stepping over logs and storming back down the beach with determination. Faintly over the roar of her heartbeat, she can hear someone scrambling to stand behind her.

“Wait!— shit, sorry-” Paul grunts, jogging to catch up with her- “Y/n-“

With an unusual gentleness, his warm hand wrapped around her forearm. For a moment, deep in the back of her mind, a foreign feeling tells her to stop, to listen; but that small voice is quickly smothered by the rational part of her brain, and she wrenches her arm from his grip.

“Don’t touch me!” She snaps, lowering her voice, “Leave me alone- I need to be alone.”

Paul stands there, dumbstruck, an unreadable look in his eyes as she walks away. And he’d continue to stand there, looking like a kicked puppy long after her retreating form became a blur amongst the darkness of the beach.

“Paul?” Sam is hesitant, hand hovering over the younger boy’s shoulder a minute before he touches him, “You okay?”

Shrugging his leader’s arm off his shoulder, Paul sighs. “No...I...I’m just gonna head home.”

Instead of going in the directions of the cars, the wolf stalks off toward the woods; Emily stands from her seat, wrapping her sweater more around herself as she watches Paul leave. Concern is written all over her features.

“He’ll be fine, Em,” He pulls her in for a hug, “it’ll all work out eventually.”

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Y/n does a good job of avoiding them for a while.

She turns her phone off a few days in and avoids going to First Beach, even when Washington gets a rare, warm summer feel. Books that have sat long forgotten on her shelves get read and TV shows she’s always meant to catch up on get watched; it’s boring and she runs out of options, at one point thinking of dying her hair y/f/c just to spice things up, but it allows her to think. (Or at least it allows this strange little voice in the back of her head to tell her that she needs to go back to them.)

The next time she sees any of the boys is exactly two weeks after the bonfire incident.

She’s curled up on her couch, picking at some of the Clearwaters’ fish fry and barely watching an episode of ANTM, when a fist comes banging down on her door. Turning off the TV, she tiptoes to the window, peeking under the curtain as carefully as she can.

As she expected, Jared Cameron and Embry Call are on her porch, the former standing in front of her door with his hip cocked, the other rooting around in her mother’s plants for something. Cringing, she hopes if she’s quiet enough that they’ll just go away.

Her front door opens within minutes, however, and she realizes her hoping is fruitless.

Should’ve known you can’t hide from wolves, she can’t help but think bitterly.

“Y/n?” Jared calls out through the house, “we know you’re here.”

“Yeah, and you guys should probably move your spare key,” Embry tacks on, flicking the light switch to the living room up, “I've known you forever and it’s still in the same place.”

From her spot by the window, the y/h/c haired girl glares at the two boys, arms crossed over her chest. Embry gives her a lopsided grin and holds the key out to her, his bud plopping down on the couch and pulling her abandoned plate into his lap.

Y/n extends a hand to take the key.

“Has it really been in the same place?” She sounds a little more defeated than she’d like.

“Yeah, it’s always been in your mother’s cornflower pot.”

“That’s...kinda sad.” She wrinkles her nose, pocketing the key with the intention to hide it better later, “but uh, I’ve been ignoring you for two weeks for a reason. Peacefully breaking into my house kinda furthers my need for space.”

Embry scratches the back of his neck.

“Well,” He says, “we need you to come back, man. Paul won’t talk to anyone- Sam doesn’t know if he’s eating, and he won’t even get out of bed for patrol! He needs his imprint-”

“His what?” She cocks her head to the side and Jared snorts from the couch.

“She left before we got there, nimrod,” Jared mocks through a mouthful of food, “she doesn’t know what an imprint is.”

He lets out an indignant “Hey!” as Y/n walks by, snatching her plate back from him on her way to the kitchen. Embry chases after her, a grumpy Jared jumping up from the couch to follow.

“You’re his imprint— you’re basically his soulmate!”

“Really?” She says warily, sealing the fish and putting it back in the fridge.

Both boys nod clumsily.

“You remember a few weeks ago when you saw each other for the first time again and he kinda just stood there like an idiot while you talked?”

“Yeah? Oh!-” She brings her hands up to her mouth, brows furrowed as she recalls.

It was exactly Jared had said. She and Paul had seen one another for the first time in a long time and the minute her y/e/c eyes looked into his, it was like he’d been struck dumb.

Embry gives her an encouraging look, “An imprint is...It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend. When you snapped at him last week he thought you were rejecting him….”

A part of her thought about how absurd it was that he knew that whole speech. But the bigger part of her came to a realization that made her stomach churn.

“So he's all depressed… because… of me?” She whispers, leaning back on the counter.

Embry, always a rather sympathetic person, opens his mouth to comfort her, but Jared cuts him off.

“Basically. So are you going to come with us so we can help Paul or are you going to continue being petty?”

In any other circumstance, Y/n probably would’ve thrown something at her for calling her petty. She felt she was completely justified in her actions. A part of her wonders if she can really believe them— they’d spent months lying to her after all. But a larger part thinks about Paul, curled up in his bed, slowly desecrating because he thinks she rejected him.

If it were really all some ploy to get her to listen to them, then she’d at least be the person who chose the well-being of her friend over a petty disagreement.

“I’m coming.” She affirms, pushing herself off the counter, and letting the boys lead her to the car.

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Jared and Embry drop her off in front of the Lahote household. They tell her something but she can’t really hear them over her heartbeat, she doesn’t even know they’re gone until it’s too late to turn back.

Getting into the house wasn’t the hard part. Paul’s father, Cyrus, had been leaving as she arrived, and, after he watched her stare at the house with a fearful expression for a few minutes, he happily let her in. The hard part was willing her legs to take her up the stairs to Paul’s room, and then it was opening his bedroom door.

Y/n has known Paul since they were eight, but she was afraid of him until they were eleven. He wasn’t mean, per se, but his anger made him do mean things; she wasn’t entirely happy with puberty and it’s monthly gifts, but whatever it did to make her suddenly un-afraid of him she was grateful for. But now, standing in front of his bedroom door, she had a nagging fear that Paul would revert to that eight year old boy who threw lunch boxes and twisted arms behind backs until people cried.

The door creaks slightly as she struggles to push it open.

His room is almost completely dark except for the light coming from the hallway behind her. Trash and dirty clothes have formed a compact layer on his bedroom floor, foot sized holes leading up to the twin sized bed in the corner. On the bed, amongst the blankets she’s sure he doesn’t need, is Paul— or at least, a Paul sized lump.

As gross as it is, she’s kind of relieved he’s been eating.

“Paul?” She whispers tentatively, stepping toward the bed.

The lump flinches and turns toward her.

“Y/n?”

If the room and the description of his state weren’t heartbreaking enough, his voice definitely was. Hollow, rough, and small, everything it never was, everything Paul wasn’t.

“Is that you?”

“Yeah...it’s me..”

She carefully steps over to the bed, and Paul slowly sits up, pushing his blankets to the side. There’s a beat of silence as she stands between his legs, his reluctant hands coming to rest on her waist after a minute. Y/n let’s him have another to gather his thoughts.

“You really came…” Tears well up in his eyes and loops his arms around her back.

She runs a hand through his hair. “I did, and I’m so sorry, if I had known—”

Paul nuzzles her stomach, “S’fine, you didn’t know, and you’re here now.”

There’s a sort of cute, euphoria lacing his voice and he’s visibly much more relaxed.

“Just don’t ever say that again…”

“I won’t, I promise.”

She’s surprised when he manhandles her into his lap, but she doesn’t really mind. He’s warm and strangely familiar and something about it just— clicks.

“When was the last time you spent, I dunno, a minute or two out of your room?” Y/n asks softly, y/e/c eyes glancing about the room.

The shifter’s only response is a shrug, too busy nosing around her neck with vigor. When he finds a certain spot, it makes her squeak, and this seems to excite him like a puppy finding out its favorite toy makes noise.

“You need to bathe, eat something substantial,” She intertwines their fingers, “and the...pack...they’re really worried about you— are you even listening to me?”

He looks up at her then and flashes her a sheepish smile, answering her question. Pursing her lips, she pulls his arms from around her.

“C’mon, Paul.” She stands up and takes his hand. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up.”

She moves toward the door, urging him forward, only to be jerked to a stop as he stays put. He looks a little distressed when she turns back to him, brows furrowed, almost like he’s in pain.

“Paul?”

He grunts, jaw clenched as the cogs turn in his head. Y/n cocks her head and reaches out for his other hand. It felt like some sort of supernatural intuition, one she’ll blame on the imprint and ask Emily about later.

“Paul, hon, why won’t you come shower?”

“I’m afraid you'll leave,” He says bashfully, “it’s stupid, I know, but part of me is afraid you’ll leave while I’m in the shower.”

Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken at his confession. Paul was part wolf, and part of being part wolf was imprinting— she almost wishes she’d have stayed long enough to listen, or been able to focus as the boys debriefed her on the ride over because only being able to speculate how much she’d actually hurt him was eating her alive. He wouldn’t even shower, something he desperately needed to do, because of what she’d said.

Taking a deep breath, she barely registers the words she’s about to say.

“I’ll wait with you, I’ll sit on the toilet, you’ll see me there.”

And true to her word, Y/n does sit on the toilet while Paul showers, reading the information on soap bottles to distract herself from the fact that he was there next to her, very naked. Occasionally he asks her what she’s doing, and she reads the ingredients out loud to the best of her ability, and he laughs a little— she tries to hide her smile, but she was too happy he was laughing.

She closes her eyes when he gets out, letting him dry himself off and pull on some clean shorts. He throws the wet towel at her when he’s done, eliciting a “Hey!” that makes him laugh again.

Now that he’s clean, the two of them descend into his quiet house. Y/n navigates the kitchen, her wolf attached to her hip and being less than helpful, and makes them both something to eat— he doesn’t do much more than stand behind her, wrapped around her, making her life more difficult.

“I’m so happy you came back.” He says, watching her work.

“I was always going to.” Y/n responds, her voice sure and steady.

They talk as they eat, sitting across from one another at the too big table in the Lahote household. Talk about how this was going to work, admitting feelings that always lingered, and everything in between; she hooks her leg around his, watching him scarf down his meal with a wrinkled nose and fondness glittering in her y/e/c eyes.

He’s...gross...but he’s hers, she’s kind of stuck with him.

A date is planned. An actual date.

Paul promises to take her to the local diner (and to wear a shirt, for once.)

“I’ve been saving up for something like this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and you can get that dessert you like.”

Y/n laughs softly, but heat spreads up her neck and settles in her ears and cheeks. It’d been a long time since that had been her favorite food, but it was the thought that counted...

When Cyrus Lahote returns from work later that night his son and the Y/l/n girl are awkwardly situated on his couch— him on his back, snoring, her lying on top of him, face tucked into his neck, also fast asleep. The older man turns off the TV and tosses a blanket over the pair, ascending up the stairs with a smile on his face.

Y/n Y/l/n was trustworthy. She’s always there when Paul is in a rut too big for him to handle...

[seeker-ophelia]

I have big feelings about this.

*hands you a tin foil hat*

Come with me, lets make some assumptions… Why would the Elvhen Pantheon Kill Mythal?

Number 1, I don't think the Evanuris are a "Family." I think they're a king/queen and his generals, or Captain/Lieutenant and Generals.

(Solas, Trespasser: "... after the war ended, generals became respected elders, then kings, and finally Gods. The Evanuris.")

Number 2, Ancient Elvhen History: We know (because of Solas, so potential Bias here) that the Evanuris/Elvsh nobles subjugated their kin (vallaslin), but for what purpose (power, workforce, blood magic), we don’t know. Solas (Fen’Harel), was opposed to the practice of slavery and lifted enslaved elves vallaslin with magic, to break the bonds of the Evanuris who oppressed them.

We know The Evanuris were also at War with "The Forgotten Ones".

We also know that they attacked/killed/trapped/destroyed the Titan(s).

Who knows what other atrocities they committed.

Mythal could have, at any point in time, for any of the above reasons, finally grown a conscience and began to disagree with the Evanuris.

Maybe something bad happened with the Titans, maybe the slaves, who knows. But, it might be easier to imagine Mythal betraying (or at least disagreeing with) the Evanuris if you believe my point 3:

Number 3: Why would Fen’Harel, the Trickster God, feel strongly enough about ONE god (and Mythal of all of them) that he would lock the rest away for eternity?

Inquisitor: You said that the elven gods went too far. What did they do that made you move against them? Solas: They Killed Mythal. (chuckles) A crime for which an eternity of torment is the only fitting punishement. Inky: I thought Mythal was one of the Evanuris? Solas: She was the best of them. She cared for her people. She protected them. She was the voice of reason. And in their lust for power, they killed her.

I imagine the Evanuris as King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, complete with Elgar / Mythal / Solas in a King Arthur / Guinevere / Lancelot love triangle.

I have absolutely zero evidence to support this, other than it is weird (like you said) why the Evanuris would kill her, especially if they were together for so long and were all immortal - they would need a big reason. An emotional reason.

I can imagine Elgar being angry enough at Solas’s betrayal that he would punish him with the death of the one he loved.

Proof of this theory? I don’t have any. Except for the fact that there’s a statue of Fen’Harel at the Temple of Mythal.

Morrigan: Why would this be here? Inquisitor: Something wrong? Morrigan: It depicts the Dread Wolf, Fen'Harel. In elven tales, he tricks their gods into sealing themselves away in the beyond for all time. Setting Fen'Harel in Mythal's greatest sanctum is as blasphemous as painting Andraste naked in the Chantry. **Except now we know that Fen’Harel locked the gods away because they killed Mythal, and you might imagine that the close (immortal) worshippers of Mythal would know that. Inquisitor: (Maybe it tells a story) Some Chantries display statues of Andraste's betrayer, Maferath, as part of The Chant. Morrigan: It might fulfill a similar function. A reminder of vigilance for the faithful. Solas: For all your "knowledge", Lady Morrigan, you cannot resist giving legend the weight of history. The wise do not mistake one for the other. (AKA - Do not mistake legend for history – he is basically saying that the legend is wrong). Morrigan: Pray tell, what meaning does our elven "expert" sense lurking behind this? Solas: None we can discern by staring at it.

** Why wouldn’t Solas say something here? He could have said ANYTHING. He could have said, Sometimes Fen’Harel was a protector (vallaslin), told a story of Mythals benevolence (real or not) towards Fen’Harel, he could have said legends of Fen'Harel serving Mythal, he could have said anything, but he says NOTHING. And sometimes saying Nothing, is more powerful than saying Something. He misses Mythal, and would not have Fen’Haral’s bad reputation besmirch the honor and reverence that he believes should be afforded to Mythal in her Temple*, regardless of how time has twisted the legends. Morrigan offers only disrespect, and it puts Solas's back up, but he cannot offer a lesson here, only suggest that she is wrong.

BECAUSE he Loooooved her, wants to smoooooch her, he wants to love her and maaaarry her.

Point 3.5:

Cole, Tresspasser:

"He did not want a body. But she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face."

*Could it be more obvious that Solas was indentured to Mythal? Whether he was spirit or not is irrelevant, why would he remove the vallaslin? He obviously has love (worship) for her. He wouldn't need to remove the marks for that. BUT, if he had love (romantic) for her, he couldn't be a slave anymore, he would need to elevate his station to prove his worth to her.

It also lends credence to his insane anger at her death, I mean he locked up seven GODS ffs. You have to be pretty mad to do that.

Point 3.75: Solas is Fen'Haral, the betrayer, god of REBELLION, because he took The Evanuris's slaves way. Mythal is the Protector. He is the Patron Saint of SLAVES. Kinda makes sense they would band together. also probably why he hates Tevinter/Dorian so much.

As an aside, I also don’t think we should compare Flemeth/Mythal (or Andraste/Mythal), to Evanuris Mythal. I would assume getting axed changes your worldview a little bit.

 “And in their lust for power, they killed her.”

SOooo maybe it wasn’t intentional, the killing. Or maybe it was. But Solas got the big mad and trapped the Evanuris in the fade. I also presume that he locked them in the void, the same place where the “Forgotten Ones” are, and that in doing so created the blight.

But that’s a different story.

Solas: She was the best of them. She cared for her people. She protected them. Solas: She was a voice of reason. And in their lust for power, they killed her.

Either Solas or Bioware is once again missing a few steps in the sequence of events that led to Mythal's death. I mean, let's be real here: if Mythal was truly someone who cared for and protected her people instead of treating them like objects and tools (unlikely given the whole magic well that forces any who drink from it to serve Mythal with her physically taking control of their body to force them to do what she wants even if the actions she compels them to undertake are entirely against their own wishes and beliefs situation, that's not exactly loving and protective behaviour) and the Evanuris were truly all eeeeeeeeeeeevil slavers willing to do anything for their own gain... she would not be any threat to them. That's why the magisters who practice large-scale human sacrifice are so feared; what they do is horrific, but they do do it for a reason. That shit does seem to give insane boosts in power!

And speaking of things being done for reasons: even if we believe that Mythal was the voice of reason among the Evanuris (possible, but given her general behaviour across the games... I don't know, I'm reserving judgement until we meet some of the others) and the others were all power-hungry, that doesn't automatically translate into them killing her. Sure, maybe they wanted her to stop nagging, but if they all ruled their own areas they likely wouldn't see much of her, and besides that in the legends we see they all seem to listen to her pretty willingly. And also... she's described as the leader of the pantheon. She was in charge. Assuming the legends have some basis in fact, she was the leader and mother figure most of the Evanuris were bound to follow and obey, and we know she does have a fondness for stripping notable followers of their free will (in fact she seems almost giddy about getting Quiz/Morrigan under her control). How sure are we that they didn't have very good reason to want her dead? It's not like Solas would admit to it given his blind spot for her, and it would make more sense than "She was nice and they were all Evil McEvil so they murdered her in cold blood for no real reason"...