#these damn humans can fucking perish

[deikshen]

Shen Yuan who collects a harem a lot of Luo Binghes-

It's not intentional!! He, well, he's actually happy with his boyfriend. Twenty-something Shen Yuan had a hard time coming out and all, but, hey, Luo Binghe is a wonderful guy. And he loves him. He is his best friend, his favorite person, his most precious, his boyfriend and (he thinks) his future husband.

Then one day a xianxia version of his boyfriend appears at his door? Who calls him Shizun and demands retribution for being mistreated by him in the past? What the hell?

Okay, the resemblance is undeniable. Admittedly, he can only be an out-of-universe version of his boyfriend. With very long hair and xianxia drama robes. And a sword that gives off a lot of bad vibes.

And the Luo Binghe xianxia is here to stay.

This xianxia Binghe and his boyfriend Binghe's relationship is tense. Shen Yuan had to put in a couple of threats here and there to keep them from hitting each other (one is clearly non-human, one is completely human. That alone can lead to ICU visits!!!), and after a few weeks, the dynamic... holds. Hardly.

Xianxia Binghe demands to take Shen Yuan as his wife and empress, and his boyfriend-Binghe cries a little thinking that an orphan like him doesn't have much to offer Shen Yuan, and that he should just accept him. Shen Yuan gets angry with both of them. He's not going to marry any emperor or take control of any kingdom. No thanks! He doesn't even want control of his parents' company shares!

The tension continues, fights, arguments - which literally end one day when, through God knows how, another Luo Binghe appears. But he's adorable! A sweet little fourteen-year-old Xianxia Bunhe full of trauma!

And now, Boyfriend-Binghe and Xianxia-Binghe have a common enemy: Xianxia-Bunhe who clings to Shen Yuan with teary eyes and looks at them maliciously and superiority when Shen Yuan is not in the room. That damn shameless guy!!

Well, at least Shen Yuan is pleased that these two seem to be getting along better now. No matter what the circumstances are.

Other Binghes begin to appear: a Binghe disciple of Bai Zhan without so much trauma but terrible communication problems, a crown prince Binghe spoiled by his father Tianlang-jun (who is easily reduced in a fight against Xianxia-Binghe and Bai-Zhan-Binghe for treating Shen Yuan disrespectfully), a completely Demonic-Binghe, a very Old-Binghe, gray-haired and tired, even a Raised-In-Brothel-Binghe who looks uncomfortable wearing anything but sheer clothing!! Many Binghes, all with their emotional baggage and traumas, giving in to him like little lambs in need of love!!

Shen Yuan doesn't understand anything. He just... Look, he's living with his boyfriend, the original Luo Binghe for him, he WANTS privacy, not to have so many alternate versions of him in his house!! Even if they are adorable, or arrogant, or irritating!! Shen Yuan wants his life back. With his boyfriend!! To do boyfriend things and... That's it!! Is that so hard to understand!?

Then, fuck it. If there are SO MANY Binghes from so many universes... There must be more of himself in their own universes!! Just... They need to take a look!!! Open their eyes! The sword of Xianxia-Binghe can clearly traverse universes, they can search for their own Shen Yuan!!

... But they all confirm that they have not been able to find someone like him in their respective universes. Shen Yuan takes a breath, has a chat with his boyfriend about interdimensional vacations, and says, fuck it. We're going to go to all your universes and find your own other me.

Even if it means going through universes and confronting all their dramatic plots! Shen Yuan will recover his chill life with his boyfriend or perish in the attempt!!

[xxch3rryl0v3xx]

THE WAY MONTY TREATS HIM JUST BEFORE HE GETS FUCKING IMPALED

Damn country boy you fucked this shit up beyond human comprehension. But im actually so excited to see the arc that monty now goes through. Will he ask for help will he try to play one last trick on will before he perishes? Does will perish? He very obviously has a punctured lung and through research ive conducted, people can live with a punctured lung. Either way

TOXIC YAOI THIS WEEK CHAT!!!!!!

[meiliarotten]

i need the insight of the tf2 smut expert (complimentary) on this one... which of the mercs prefers tits and which one prefers ass?

First off- I am honored to be considered the tf2 smut expert. Now- on to the ultimate question.

🍑 or 🍒?

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

The Masterlist

👟 Scout 👟

Oooooh I had to ponder this one for a long while. Now, I personally headcanon Scout as bi (like me), so I finally decided he likes both, but specifically tits for women and ass for men. If you’re non-binary it’s a coin toss. As in he’ll probably literally flip a damn coin.

🦅 Soldier 🦅

My reasoning here literally had me looking up muscle groups in the human body. Soldier strikes me as a man attracted to strength. Literally look at Zhanna. She definitely pegs him and he’s not ashamed of it. As such, I think he’s an ass man- largest muscle in the body, y’know? Yeah. My high school biology teacher would be proud to see what I’m doing with that hard earned education.

🔥 Pyro 🔥

Pyro likes any squishable soft part of your body- tits, ass, belly, it’s all fair game, but if they had to choose, they would go with tits. They’re the easiest to squeeze if they hug you from behind, they like the way they feel when you’re cuddling and they’re pressed up against them, big or small, breasts are just perfect! Plus, if you have an especially sensitive chest, Pyro will definitely take full advantage of that during foreplay

💥 Demo 💥

For Demo, it comes down to what’s easiest to grab in the moment- and that tends to be your ass. It’s easy to give it a quick squeeze in the corner of a bar or even in passing on the battlefield, just to tease you a bit- tits aren’t nearly as subtle. So yeah, it’s ass all the way for this one.

🥊 Heavy 🥊

I struggled with this for a long while but I finally settled on tits. Heavy is much bigger than most of his lovers, and so he prefers for them to ride on top so that they can take him at their own pace. This position makes it pretty easy for him to caress your chest or simply watch the way your tits bounce as you ride him. It’s a view he can’t get enough of!

🔧 Engie 🔧

Ass. I had to consult a fellow smut expert on this one cause I was stuck, and they’re reasoning basically boils down to a particular smutty scenario where Engie bends you over his desk and goes to town- hence resulting in the ass preference. I also personal feel like he wouldn’t be shy about spanking either.

🏥 Medic 🏥

Assl Tits. THIGHS. I will perish on this hill, Medic is a thigh appreciator above all else. Mans will go down on you for hours just to be cushioned between a pair of thighs. He’ll leave bite marks on the soft flesh. A pair of thigh high stockings will fucking slay him, as illustrated in this fic by lil ol me.

🦘 Sniper 🦘

Ass for sure. This might have something to do with the “wild man” energy Sniper gives off. Something about him just screams feral, and that includes taking you ass up and face down whenever the mood arises.

🌹 Spy 🌹

Tits, especially if they’re accentuated with some fancy lingerie. Spy will gladly worship your chest if you want him to. He’ll even buy you outfits that show off your curves with plunging necklines just for him to admire you in. Kinda like a sugar daddy

So yeah, those are my hot takes on what each merc prefers. You want a source? My source is that I made it the fuck up

Jk, this is all in good fun, and I’d love to see y’all’s opinions as well! These are the discussions we should be having, people!

[yurnu]

Can you talk about what you didn't like about hazbin? Am just curious, I didn't like the show that much either.

My main issues were the everything that brought up in episode was resolved in the same episode, the constant adding of characters, the fast pace of the first couple episodes (it got bit better done later on but still fast tho), unrealistic stuff like highly trained heaven amry v.s. a brunch of sinners that probably has no war experience. I think when we put it like that, we all know who gonna win.

Ejem ejem *Pull out a long list*

What I didn't like in the series is how Charlie is always trying to shove his ideals down the throat of anyone he comes across. He wants to redeem a bunch of human trash with no proof that it will work, he thinks about the sinners but doesn't think about how his victims who are in heaven will feel, or he doesn't think about the suffering of the hellborns. His people are the hellborns, not the sinners. If you want to help than help them, the Imps, hellborns, etc. Not the fucking sinners.

So I feel more than Charlie's ideal is a thing of wanting to feel morally superior. Since I feel like the typical spoiled rich girl who thinks she can talk and tell others how to live their lives.

The other thing I didn't like, at least for me, is the Chaggie. It feels like a cardboard couple.

Since what Vaggie feels is a BLIND devotion to Charlie due to her meeting her at a low point. And because of that his mind kind of catalogs her as a savior (there is an experiment about this where people have to cross a rickety bridge and get to the person at the end of the bridge).

What I also don't like is how they soften a lot of things about the sinners (but the Angel Dust and Valentino chapter is my favorite, they talk about abuse very well) as they somehow have to make the viewer empathize with some character.

What I also didn't like is that they make heaven look like the bad guy for not letting SINNERS into heaven. But sorry dear, those bastards had TWO chances to change and if they didn't take it it's their fault (when they were in life and purgatory/limbo).

I also don't like the typical bullshit that the young are right and the adults are wrong. I would believe you if the setting takes place on Earth or some fantasy place, But we are talking about HEAVEN and HELL.

And, like you, I don't like the supposedly highly trained army of heaven falling to puny sinners either.

And I also don't like how they make Lucifer as the victim of everything. You idiot, you ruined and doomed humanity, you took Adam's second wife away from him despite having Lilith, you sneered about it to Adam's face, you had Eve and Adam kicked out of Eden and forced to perish on Earth while you and Lilith had your asses squashed on your thrones inside a fucking castle.

And to top it all off, at the end of the season they sing. As if they hadn't killed the damned FATHER OF HUMANITY.

I hate this whole rending thing, if it were on Earth or in purgatory/Limbo I would let it go, but we are talking about the fucking HELL, HELL, where rapists, pedophiles, abusers, thieves, genocidal, homicidal, zoophiles, and a long etcetera go. We are not talking about light sins for which they go to Limbo for judgment, we are talking about hell where SERIOUS sins are, but that seems to be forgotten by most.

I have more, but it would be long enough.

[sschizoid]

was wonderiiiiiiiing if you'd be up for any jimcurly hcs if they were in an au? I had so many idea and now that Im here Im blanking lmao- something fluffy please! Im dehydrated over here (there's so much toxic yaoi,- and don't get me wrong, im obsessed, but also- I want them to have some genuine moments yk TT_TT)

ohhh have I got LOTS of thoughts for you anon. wall of text inbound!

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curly

curly has a naturally gentle, soft and nurturing personality. he's known jimmy for years, and despite his temperamental moments, he still welcomed him with open arms, even trusting him to live under his roof when he was down on his luck. simply put, curly loves jimmy, he always has. he just doesn't know where the line is drawn between them. but he's content with just being in the same room as him

curly's love language is acts of service, and preparing home-cooked meals is his favorite way to display that. he'll invite jimmy to a plate he's prepared, who he knows will most likely reject the offer, even though he's probably hungry, but he'll eventually cave in. he always does

they'll eat on the couch, their shoulders close together and knees idly knocking. curly will happily yap and get lost in a multitude of side tangents, while jimmy just listens, rarely chiming in. it used to drive curly crazy when he'd refuse to speak; he wanted to know what was going on in the other's mind so badly. but he's since accepted that that's just how he was. ever the observer, hardly the engager. and that was okay. he had enough thoughts to talk for the both of them

he often thinks about how jimmy was before everything, back when they were younger, before the world was big, and before his brain practically consumed him. it saddens him in the moment, but its fine, he doesn't dwell for too long. all jimmy needs is encouragement and love, and curly is happy to provide that. he would do anything for jimmy. and he wouldn't have it any other way

jimmy

jimmy wholeheartedly believes that he is incapable of loving or even caring about another human being, yet feels strange when in curly's company. he's always psyching himself out regarding this— his thoughts and senses aren't often reliable, his mind is always playing tricks on him, and he fucking hates labels. but curly? that motherfucker was an enigma

he'll never outright say it, but he enjoys when curly touches his hair or places a hand on his shoulder and gives it a quick squeeze. small notions that aren't overbearing, but still communicate "I'm in your corner". it's comforting, those touches that, if placed by anybody else, would probably irritate the fuck out of him. but coming from curly, they were bearable. more than that, they were welcome

one of the traits he likes about curly is that he doesn't helicopter. he knows how to speak jimmy's language, or at least, does his best, and jimmy likes that. but at the same time, curly doesn't enable. doesn't let him do stupid shit if he knows it'll be harmful or make him upset. and god fucking damn does it piss jimmy off in the moment, because who is he to criticize how he lives his life? but the morning after, he's more often than not begrudgingly appreciative that curly is stern enough to reel him in and keep him grounded. its a careful balance, one they've mastered well over the years

sometimes, and only sometimes, does jimmy think about holding him. when his brain is just a little bit calmer, often after a really good talk or meal. he usually lets those thoughts perish, but sometimes, he starts to fantasize. not even about sex, just about having a normal fucking domestic life. being in love, being loved, being intimate. he'll catch himself looking into curly's eyes and try to imagine some sort of future, one where he gets his shit together and learns to tolerate being alive. one where curly can say he's proud of him and have a reason to actually mean it. a nice house, a different city, maybe they'd even get a dog. the idea always feels like a far away pipe dream, but fuck if it isn't nice to think about, at least for a little while

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WHEW sorry i got kinda carried away with this one, i just have so many feelings about them. also this is probably more of an, uh... melancholic fluff lol but I hope you like it anyway! ( ; w ; )

[destielbeatlesminibang]

Title: While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Author: eyesofatragedy67

Artist: witchy-worm

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Cas's deal with the Empty broke Dean's heart. And no matter what they tried, they couldn't get him out.

They did manage to take care of Chuck, though, and with him out of the picture, Dean finally hung up his gear and built a life for himself. Or whatever passes for life when the one person you want to share it with most is out of reach.

But Dean's got his bar, Charlie at his side, and his guitar to keep him company on the nights memories pull him under.

And he hopes against hope that someday Cas will return to him.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Charlie Bradbury, Dean Winchester & Original Female Character, Past Major Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Canon Divergent After Episode 15x18, Fix It Fic, No Rebar Was Used In the Making of This Fic, The Empty Deal, Songfic, Dean Winchester POV, Non-linear Storytelling, Flashbacks, Nightmare Containing Non-Graphic Suicide, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Dean Winchester/Castiel First Kiss, Cas Gets By With A Little Help From His Friends, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester, Loosely Inspired By Across the Universe, Finale What Finale

Posting on June 26

Keep reading for a short excerpt.

Arms laden with bags, Dean carefully closes the hood of Baby's trunk and makes his way to the bunker entrance. The lock sticks a little as he turns his key, and he makes a mental note to get some lead shavings so he can loosen it back up.

As he steps inside, he hears laughter echoing off the walls and quietly sets the bags down so he can have a moment to himself, a moment to just enjoy his loved ones taking a well-deserved break after the insanity of Michael and Belphegor and a fucking zombie apocalypse.

He can see Sam's mane of L’oréal commercial hair tossing as he uproariously laughs at something Cas said. Dean doesn't catch it, but whatever it is probably isn't meant to have Sam giggling like the teenage girl he is.

The look on Cas's face is one Dean has a strong affection for. That confused puppy head tilt that is sometimes genuine bafflement, but other times his way of indulging his favorite humans. Dean would give a lot to keep looks like that on Cas's face. Fuck knows he's been the cause of enough sadness and disappointment for the guy. Seeing him happy, at home, is everything to Dean.

But he can't tell Cas that. He can never tell Cas that he wants him to have every ounce of happiness he deserves.

Because he can't lose him. Dean can't lose the goddamn love of his life to happiness. And how fucked up is that?

So he takes these moments as he gets them. He treasures every single fucking smile, every small laugh, every gentle touch… and he doesn't say the words that have been scorching him from the inside for so damn long.

Some day that deal Cas made – the one Dean isn't supposed to know about – is going to come out in the wash, and Dean is going to lose one of the most vitally important people in his life.

But not today, dammit.

Dean smiles down at them, quietly chuckling as Jack walks into the room with a look so similar to Cas's that it's hard to see Lucifer in the kid now.

Leaning on the banister railing, Dean just watches them for a bit. There's nothing perishable in the bags, so there's no reason he can't just sit back and soak in this scene of his chosen family doing normal family shit.

The love he sees there, and the love he's hiding, are weights in his chest that he's not willing to give up. He'll fucking fight for them; he'll blow up the goddamn world if it means he gets to hold onto this.

He swipes away the stupid man tear that’s trailing down his face and focuses on the now. Because moments like this are what keep him going. This ragtag bunch of idiots are his motivation.

He'll be damned if he's gonna lose them. Even if it means he loses a bit of his heart in the process.

[beevean]

Rewatching NFCV with @woodchipp and @the-crow-binary has been miserable so far.

Not because of them, of course: we all need each other to bear the Peak. but holy shit I forgot how mindnumbingly boring the show is. it's way worse at a second watch because now I know how much it falls apart! We're only at S2E3 as of this post!

S1 is the best season, and even that is largely forgettable, especially S1E3 which wastes 22 minutes of my life to say "here's the bishop. he's proof that CHURCH BAD". But S1E1 may be the best or second best episode of the whole show thanks to Dracula and his performance... and isn't that sad, that the show peaks at the very beginning? The rest of the show is just... Trevor doing his stuff (while the framing mostly makes fun of him), talking, some fighting, and CHURCH BAD. As positives, I still like Trevor's mini-arc in this season, and the vague effort to be faithful to CV3 (Sypha being petrified by a cyclops, falling down a chasm to find Alucard).

S2 is terrible. Yes we're still less than halfway through. I already hate everything.

I hate Alucard becoming a legend to the point that the Wallachians name his Alucard (as in, Dracula's opposite) after only a year - why couldn't he name himself Alucard? Why complicate matters so much? Isaac calling him Alucard, and Dracula recognizing the name, makes absolutely no sense: how do they know about it? Dracula lost contact with his son one year ago and I doubt Wallachian human legends have reached him. And Isaac was in the Sahara until sometime after Lisa died!

I hate Alucard himself. He's a cunt. He does nothing but insult Trevor and the Belmonts without provocation, and it's not funny banter, he's mean! He's genuinely cruel! He hears that Trevor lost his family at 12, and he can only say "lol and lmao I had more of a childhood than you. anyway they were mentally ill and child killers, they sacrificed chickens and hoarded dead cats". And this piece of shit is the most popular character of the show??? he's not even pretty what are y'all seeing 😭

(it's also weird how he's all angsting about killing his vampire father, but he hates the Belmont for being vampire hunters. bro. bro you're also about to hunt a vampire. why are you defending a race of monsters so staunchly. not even a hint of, I don't know, a Belmont hurting him when he was a child because he was confused for a full vampire? Remember that logically, a vampire child is a child turned into a vampire, we have no other indication that dhampirs are running all around the world. I know that in the games he seems fully on board with "vampires bad and me bad for being half vampire", but you have the chance of making it better and you squander it?)

Sypha is also ruder than I remembered. I think she suddenly became more cheerful in S3 and that's why I liked her, but also girl, you keep criticizing Trevor for being rude and not consoling you, but you look at him with a perpetual resting bitch face and insult the Morning Star calling it an "ugly thing"? Why does Trevor even bother with the likes of you? How is Trephacard the most popular ship in the franchise?

I hate Isaac. Oh, I gave him the benefit of the doubt back then, because I really wanted to understand why he became the fan favorite. But now? No, I'm sorry, he's overrated as fuck. He's so damn pretentious, his speech about how he wants a pure world without love is terrible from the lens of him being a Muslim who is devoted to the Devil, and his backstory is so tryhard and historically inaccurate that I almost prefer Hector's past being exposed through voiceover.

Oh, and Hector, I hate his scenes. Because he's actually treated with dignity. He's fine! I actually like the guy! I like the scene where he rebukes Godbrand (who as a character only exists to attract infodumps and to question Dracula) because "I have to work" - he sounds actually proud of his role, if not even competent, perish the thought. Also by reading the scripts online I forgot that he was the one who yelled "you do not question my loyalty!". Which I like a lot? I can hear the real Hector protesting like that out of pride, even if in private he would admit that he disagrees with the bloodshed. And the scene where he soothes the newborn Night Creature... yeah, this character used to be written with respect, and knowing how he gets tortured and disrespected and used for rape apologism by a sex pest hurts even more. Also, in retrospect, the scene where he stares at the fire while reminiscing about the day he set fire on his own childhood home doesn't go anywhere, even as the finale of S3 echoes it :^)

And Dracula, oh my poor man Dracula. He's already being presented as an ineffectual depressed old man spending his time staring at a fireplace, who can't even command his presence in the war room, who allows Carmilla to insult him and Lisa in front of everyone - it's so embarrassing how he gets the Red Eyes of Fury and then he simply... lets her go after he gets the flimsy explanation of "yeah I humiliated you because everyone is asking themselves the same question. I wanted to help <3" girl (Dracula), she's a mere regional ruler, as she herself said??? why do you need her so much that you allow her to do this shit??????? oh but then you posture to godbrand, he gets to be threatened because... he's not relevant to the plot i guess. fucking pathetic. what have they done to my man.

(and I hate Carmilla. but that has never changed. annoying smug ass #girlboss with the charisma of spoiled seafood. her way of manipulating Hector isn't even manipulation, it's just her telling him very plainly what she wants him to do. She and Lenore utterly suck at their job, and they only get their way because muh plot)

And then there's the infodumping. Oh my god these people won't shut the fuck up. Godbrand is like "why should we listen to two humans?" and Dracula dumps twice that he trusts Hector and Isaac for their human nature (which, again, it's a decent reasoning, but it goes on and on and even they should know, I get it). Alucard dumps about the apocalyptic scenario where Dracula wins and rules over a world without humans... but he only describes it as we look into his ugly face, instead of doing something more creative like actually showing what would happen. Hector gets this random flashback-through-sound, shoved there as if Ellis didn't know where to put it in the script; later on he explains to Carmilla the origin of Night Creatures, as if ever remotely matters. Isaac dumps about his jihadist philosophy about how by killing humans he and Dracula will create a pure world. Carmilla randomly reveals her Tragic Backstory after kicking Godbrand down the stairs, another scene I can't stand because it's all about what a #queen she is and how she's better than Dracula. At one point they seriously discuss about the myth of vampires unable to cross running water, which is a moot point anyway because Carmilla resorts to using a zombie bishop to bless the river!! No I will never let it go!!!

(also I love that in the one occasion where Alucard has the chance of describing his childhood, he retells the tale of Lisa meeting Dracula, something we've already seen and he was also obviously told about, not something he experienced himself. They couldn't even come up with another anedocte to actually tell us what kind of mother Lisa used to be. so lazy)

This show is half people sitting in a circle and talking, and half average fight scenes. Yeah at this point not even those impress me anymore. I'm serious when I say that Knuckles' fight scene in Divergence, also animated by Powerhouse Animation Studios, is of a better quality than what the show has offered.

And this is why I'm so reluctant to watch Nocturne. If the best seasons of this highly acclaimed show are so painful to sit through, how are we going to survive a sequel series that not even the fans liked it as much?

[thebrokenpapergirl]

S2E4 - Louis' Plan

This episode had me on the ropes, I'm not gonna lie. I need time to process all the other things that happened before I can attempt to talk about them.

That being said: Louis' plan to get the coven in line has been doing somersaults in my brain.

Louis decides to step up to the game in the last 15 minutes of the match and the thing is... the thing is... HE COULD HAVE WON.

Louis should have stepped up to the game much, much earlier. Two years prior, to be exact. The second he realized Armand almost killed him, but chose not to, because he cared for him. Louis should have started to pay more attention to this damned coven seeing as it almost got him killed once already. Yet, he doesn't.

A year into his relationship with Armand, and the plan he suggested of letting Santiago have enough rope to hang himself could have worked.

Not now.

The first words out of Louis mouth should have been: "We have to kill Santiago."

(Listen... I love Santiago, but in order for Louis and Claudia to have a chance... my man needed to perish.)

Killing Santiago would've been a clear message to the coven and it would've put into question all the manipulation he has been doing behind the scenes. Because Santiago is not targeting Armand. He is targeting Louis. Louis was the change in the status quo.

He will hurt Claudia, not because he dislikes her or resents her, but because he knows it is the easiest way to hurt Louis, and in so doing punish Armand for his "abandonment" of the coven.

Louis decides to take the reins, but because he hasn't done this in a long time, he shies away from the brutality. He needed to handle this situation with the same ruthlessness he handled Paul in the first episode of season 1.

Louis will also feel more emboldened to give Claudia the companion she wants, Madeleine, breaking more rules and giving Santiago the perfect ammunition. (All of this adding to the wreck of Lestat's return from the "dead".)

Now his plan will have Santiago assume more power than he should ever be allowed, which will culminate in the trial. The problem is that Louis doesn't have a clear grasp on Santiago, he is severely underestimating him, because, as Armand has stated this entire fucking episode, Louis does not pay the coven any mind. Santiago has been stacking the cards in his favour ever since Louis showed up.

Louis has now, once more, indirectly been the cause of Claudia's life being forfeit due to his not very well thought-out plan. The fire that ends Claudia's human life = the trial that ends her immortal one.

So even if Louis' memories of Claudia's death are intact. It makes sense why he stays with Armand. Louis has to stand by the choices he has made or the guilt will eat him from the inside out and leave nothing behind.

Louis loves Armand. Armand loves Louis. The tragedy was inescapable.

Armand could have stopped it, but he thought Claudia's fate was inevitable. Louis intervention made Claudia's fate inevitable.

They are the only two people who will ever, truly understand the calamity of what unfolded.

[batbeato]

I just realized that Tohya kind-of parallels Kuwadorian Beatrice. Not entirely, as he has some semblance of knowing how the world works, he isn’t as sheltered as Kuwadorian Beatrice is - but he’s still caged by someone who arguably is doing this ‘for their own good’ or to ‘help’ them. They are both technically people that don’t exist (I don’t think Beatrice Castiglioni had any paperwork considering she arrived in Japan via submarine and didn’t speak Japanese, and Kuwadorian Beatrice never even left Rokkenjima….)

Said person caring for them then takes advantage of them.

I have to ask - Does Ikuko actually care for Tohya? Or thinks she does? I can never actually tell with her. It’s driving me insane, because I don’t think that she’s just…trolling with him, essentially, but the romantic side of things isn’t exactly there, either.

Alternatively, she finds him useful because of his insights into the Rokkenjima Incident/Massacre. Or both? Maybe both?

Also, the fact that she possibly/most likely coerced Tohya into having sex with her is horrifying, also taking into context that she was also giving him illegally imported drugs, and he was eighteen when she found him / possibly hit him with her car.

Is it actually ever confirmed that it was Ikuko that hit him, or is that just a theory? Because that’s dark. Par for the course throughout umineko, but still - the thought of Ikuko hitting Tohya with her car, and that as well as the trauma he experienced leading to his amnesia, and then her taking him in (illegally)…

Damn.

Yeah when I realized the Tohya-Kuwadorian parallels I think I perished. It's... a lot. Two people who aren't equipped for the outside world and are kept from it by others and by fear, who are fed narratives about their life and given identities by their captors... Who want to return to who they were before (Bice, Battler) but can't and are harmed in the process (Kinzo's abuse, Tohya's 'fit' that resulted in wheelchair usage).

For me I think Ikuko does care about Tohya. He affirms her ability as a writer, and it gives her someone (something, really) to take care of. She seems to genuinely enjoy his company. I just... don't think she sees him as an equal partner, even if she does care about him or even loves him. She sort of nudges/pushes him into what she thinks is best or withholds information from him. It's entirely possible she was aware of him being Battler from the start and kept that from him, given that he's an 18 year old man who was found shortly after the Rokkenjima Incident. He has amnesia, but it doesn't seem like his facial structure was affected, so it should have been easy to at least compare photos. But she never brings even the possibility up to him...? Yeaaaah. Whether she wanted to use him as a curiosity/mystery for that or not.

Every day I think about the fact that they were almost canonically married. And about the age gap. And the power imbalance. And the potential coercion. Remember when Tohya woke up in Ikuko's house and not a hospital? When usually for brain injuries you need hospital observation for a while??? It. Says a lot. (And if she wanted to keep him a secret, and that's why he isn't in a hospital, then she likely knew about his true name and kept it from him, even going so far as to rename him herself, like a pet she was keeping. Kidnapping.)

It's not confirmed that she hit him with her car, but the possibility is mentioned twice - both in the Tohya introduction chapter and during the Yukari meeting. Tohya says that he stopped suspecting her after he saw her car and the undamaged bumper, which... isn't really good evidence given that she's rich enough to just replace the car.

Every day I wonder about if Ryukishi was thinking about whatever the fuck is going on here in terms of human rights violations or not.

[thatgirlonstage]

It's been so long since I thought about 07-Ghost and then you resurrect in the year of our lord 2024. I might have to reread it, it's been *so long*

LISTEN

I PLAYED

MYSELF

IN THE STUPIDEST

WAY

POSSIBLE

I’m doing a fandom fic alphabet bingo thing, right, except that now 9-1-1 is in the mix bc I was frothing at the mouth to turn Evan Buckley into a mermaid and I’m gonna be annoyed if I get all the letters and then there’s just an annoying 9 hanging out at the start so now it has to be alphanumerical and I straight up don’t think I have seen or read something for every NUMBER, especially going strictly on “it has to start with the numeral and Ao3 has to sort it that way.” (Eg: Re:Zero doesn’t count for 0, it counts for “R”)

So I am literally just like. Clicking around at random into ao3 categories to see what other fics already exist for certain numbers in case they might be shows I can watch to solve this problem I’ve created for myself. And I google 07-Ghost and get told “this is a sci-fi/fantasy show about a boy with amnesia” and I’m like cool, that sounds reasonably like my shit, I’ll check it out, but honestly if zero is a number I have to leave off that’s okay, I can live with that. I need to emphasize I had never in my life heard of this show. I knew nothing about it going in except what I’ve just said.

I watch the first episode and I’m like cool this seems reasonably like my shit, also, that homoeroticism with Mikage tho 👀 as long as they keep doing that it’s definitely at least worth sticking around for lmao

(At this interlude I DID see the cover of the first volume and get told what magazine it was published in so I was clued in that Certain Things Were Happening On Purpose, but still, yknow, whether or not the flavors are gonna click was still up in the air.)

I watched several more episodes.

And it ate

my damn

brain.

I don’t know if I can pinpoint the moment that first Got me but I can tell you that the moment it went from “oh no I’m obsessed” to “o h n o” was the fucking,,,,, underwater prison scene, because he SMILED and I perished and I’ll never be okay again. (I’m legally obliged to note that I fucking wept at Mikage’s death but it did have to be Frau who carried me over the line of “I am enjoying this anime” to “I need the rest of this story Fucking Immediately”)

SO THAT BY THE TIME I REACHED THE END OF THE ANIME I ALREADY KNEW I WAS GONNA HAVE TO GO BUY THE MANGA BECAUSE I NEED. TO READ THE REST OF IT.

BUT THE DAMN THING IS OUT OF PRINT

Some of the volumes are still reasonably easy to find but SOME OF THEM ARE NOT and I’ve just spent WEEKS intermittently trawling secondhand book sites waiting for someone to post vol 4 at a reasonable price because for weeks the only copies that have been available are posted for five hundred american dollars

(Thank you random eBay user who posted it for an actual normal human price to pay for a book the other night I owe you my fucking life)

(“Just read the scanlations” I’ve heard they’re not great? No idea if that’s just detritus rumors from old fandom wars or what but still, I do wanna have the physical volumes anyway)

So anyway. Hi. Hello. I’m fucking delighted to discover you know this show. Can I come scream at you about Teito and his boyfriends? They’re in love and it’s ruining my life.

Points at Evan Buckley. Somehow this is all your fault.

[aufucker]

look I wanted to do a jack/bj thing but comedically by popular demand this just became #MakeJackPuke2024

So

Uh

CW: talks of decomp, puke

With the details of your job,  you expected the worst to be the sheer amount of gore and viscera you had to clean, the horrors of humans and the distress of lonely deaths and mental deterioration.

In reality, it was the bureaucracy. The dealings with insurance companies who were so divorced from the situations that you wondered what their purpose was beyond making you resent the nature of phones more and more.

But beyond even them, before the dreaded calls could even be considered, you had to deal with cops. And one in particular was becoming a big pain in your ass. You weren't sure if it was incompetence or just purposeless refusal that made any sign offs he did such a half assed mess that piled on your desk.

Officer Dean Whatever-The‐Fuck.

Had you not managed to dig and pry and argue your way to getting his personal number, you would have just assumed he was made up.

It was a miracle you got him on the line. Just a few papers, you told him. He spoke like *you* were an inconvenience.

"I mean, it is your job, after all." You reminded him. You wondered if your tone matched his enough. "'Less I got this badge number wrong. Can read it back to you if you want."

"No." The response was curt. You both knew it was right. "I'll sign them off tomorrow."

"Cute. We'll be cleaning the storage unit detail. You know the one, yeah? I'll have all the papers with me. I recommend parking about a block off and walking."

You weren't sure if it was a grunt or a half-hearted "mm-hmm" you heard before you were unceremoniously hung up on. You were pretty sure he didn't even hear your warning.

"Prick."

----

It was the middle of July; hottest damn day of the year so far.

A poor bastard perished in a storage unit. A hot, pressurized tin that accelerated decay. The respirators your team wore were barely enough, breathing in the humid air and the saccharine scent of boiling rot still bleeding through the seals.

It was like a bomb went off, with an odor that traveled. You were just simply in the blast radius.

You weren't sure if getting used to the stench was better or not, but the nearly desperate chugging of water was the only relief the lot of you cared about, sitting in the barely cooled shade.

A hand slapped against your bicep, an eager attempt to get your attention by your teammate. And you saw what he wanted to point out - a cop car approaching the retired scene.

Approaching the blast radius.

"Oh, shit." One murmured into the plastic bottle, a smirk struggling to keep from his lips.

"Think he's gonna puke immediately?" Asked another.

"Nah, nah, I'm feelin' a fight for it. Get a couple gags in first." Replied someone else.

"You told 'em, like, to park away from here, right, BJ?"

You finished off a other sip from your lukewarm water bottle, sighing before you spoke, "Think that dude's gonna listen to a glorified janitor?"

"Mm, nope."

"Yeah, nah."

"Welp. R.I.P. to that guy."

It was a sight you had seen time and time again, all with varying degrees of the same results.

Step out, realization, vomit.

This time, you opted to prepare a meager mercy with a spare respirator. You had a back log of documents that had to be signed, afterall. Documents you'd rather have clean.

You were just going to watch the show, first.

The man who stepped out didn't look how you expected; a lean sort of guy in a uniform that didn't seem to suit him at all, like a stuffy costume more than anything. Silvery hair in some sort of soft mohawk? You couldn't quite tell from where you were sitting.

But you certainly could tell body language.

Your teammates leaned in, watching the motions take place.

The step out from the car, the scope of the scene with the air of ego with hand on the top of the car door. If he had shades on, you'd expected him to take them off.

And then...

The balk. The impact. The punch of sweet rot to the face that made eyes bulge and a free hand hopelessly reach for the mouth. A jerk of the body, a struggle to keep from folding in on himself -- you had to admit, he was a bit more of a fighter than he looked.

He had enough sense in him to stay behind the car door, but the sounds told enough for what sight couldn't manage. The retching and the splashing of fluid on the shimmering asphalt.

It was greeted with the applause and howling of jackals. A cacophony of cleaners met with an olive glare.

You weren't shy with your amusement, but you certainly kept your volume of knowing glee down as you yelled to him,

"See, that's why I said park away! Gets worse the closer you get!"

[cosmica-galaxy]

Ok ok this was in my head and I'm going to make it shut up...

So what if the human found one their family members they hold dear to, only for them to be already dead and eaten by (any) mimic and the human just starts throwing hands and comes back to the base looking bloody from the fight, and gets scolded by the alliance or the mimics

Also I love making the human suffer so ehehe...

The heartbreak would be unimaginable as they see a pack of camera mimics eating on a familiar body with familiar accessories. Even when they are noticed, the human is frozen in realization that...that person...was someone you knew. Then shock turns into searing hot rage as they don't even care that the camera mimics draw close to them, they just got a VERY good reason to kick some fucking asses around here! It's a valiant fight, but one that the human...surprisingly wins. They, in every effort and every fire of their weapon, landed strike after strike against the murderers. Once the leader was damaged enough, they call off the attack and skitter off back into the darkness of the surrounding city. Leaving the human with some ripped clothes, a few bloody patches, and panting heavily to regain their breath. Once they felt they were safe enough, and the adrenaline was wearing off, they hurry over to the body. Nearly throwing up as you struggled to process the eaten-on corpse of your loved one. Once you confirmed that it was them...there wasn't much else you could do. They were already gone...fallen to those damn things. You couldn't hold it against them. Survival is a bitch. But...why THEM!? Why...why couldn't you have found them first!? There was a chance you could've seen them again after your neighborhood was demolished...but now it's gone forever. The human can only look at the body, take off one of their precious accessories for a memory, and leave the corpse behind. There was no point in starting that fight...there was nothing in that body to protect. They were already gone. So the human returns to base. Raising so many concerns as they walk in, ripped, bloodies, and looking miserable. They get told off for walking alone, even on the outskirts of the base, and the human can only look at the item they hold in their hand with a heartbroken look. That night, they cleaned up the accessory and wrote down their own obituary. Detailing the highlights of their fallen loved one. Then, they place the item and the homemade obituary in a drawer. That night, no dreams came to them. Only the emptiness they felt and the harrowing reality that their dearly beloved perished not a few hundred feet from their salvation. If only they knew sooner...then maybe their loved one would still be here. In their arms. Alive and well. Tears fall and the human tries to grieve quietly in their barrack room. Trying to ignore the pain that stabbed at their already broken heart.

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

My thoughts on episode 4

Yay recap

IS OB GONNA BE A MAJOR PLAYER THIS EPISODE?!

Uh oh

WHAT DO YOU KNOW MINUTES

shorter intro today- OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

are we seeing raw time?

Minutes you’d better shut the fuck up

Oh dear

Time for WHAT

OH NO

OH MY GOD RAVONNA IS A FUCKING GODDESS I AM SO GONE

minutes is out of her head okay 

*shovels candy into my mouth because period*

Hi Victor :)

IS VICTOR GONNA HAVE A MEETING WITH OB I WILL SOB

B15 MY WIFE

Aww Mobius you’re so cute

Haha Loki is so funny 

I’m gonna start saying la di da

B15 makes me so weak lemme just perish

No forgiving and forgetting. We resent and remember.

Chocolate. Soup.

Victor is so relatable

CASEY AND OB ARE SO CLOSE RIGHT NOW JUST KISS BOTH OF YOU

HE KNOWS HIM

THEY KNOW EACH OTHER

OB IS LOSING HIS SHIT

A SNAKE EATING ITS OWN TAIL HE FUCKING SAID IT

I am crying

BROMANCE

OB IS ME

I AM OB

oh this is the scene from the credits

Sylvie my wife

SOMEONE

HER LITTLE SMILE

“And ruined my life” get her son

Loki has to do it

HA HE STRAIGHT UP VOLUNTEERED HIS HUSBAND DIDNT HE

ITS GORGEOUS 

“It’s wearing a helmet it doesn’t look like anyone!”

MY SONS ARE BONDING

PIE WHILE WE WAIT

Sylvie just calm down

Sylvie please leave your brother in law alone

SYLVIE STOP

LOKI WHY ARE YOU LEAVING TOO

Brad stfu. Stop it.

BEA’S HERE 

I’m calling her Bea now. It’s easier and more humanizing than a number.

Bea don’t trust them.

PIE LAND IM DECEASED

“About Mobius” YEAH? YOUR HUSBAND?

Just so we’re clear, we need to get you a therapist, babygirl.

What are the hets on? I see no chemistry between Loki and Sylvie

Oh Loki spitting facts

Hope is hard. Damn that breaks me.

We are gods

Why are you getting closer

LOKI STEP THE FUCK BACk

Oh he’s walking away there we go

Thank god I was about to have a cardiac arrest 

“I know, I have been working on myself” minutes I will sob what are you up to now

MINUTES DONT 

OH MY GOD STOP ALL OF THIS I AM SCARED 

MINUTES’ UNHINGED GRIN WHAT IS GOING ON

BRAD HELP THEM

oh my god

Oh my god I heard that

Oh my god they’re all dead

Oh my god

Oh my god (x99)

Oh no

OB is so cute I’m keeping him in my pocket

Nothing is connecting

Bea look away please 

Oh no no no

Blub blub blub goes the cocoa machine :D

He’s so kind to Dee Dee 

I’m just gonna start naming all of them.

OH NO NO NO

BRAD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

I JUST NAMED HIM I WAS ATTATCHED

Ouroboros what do you mean again did Mobius download Tetris once

This is all horrible

Smart Sylvie 

Oh Loki is about to fuckin lose it

You’re going to put him in the room with Minutes?!

OH RAVONNA

“You’re gonna talk when I say you can, and only then” oh my word…*fanning myself with my hands*

RAVONNA I-

MOMMY- SORRY

oh no this is the scene from episode one

LOKI FROM EPISODE ONE

LOKI IS GONNA PRUNE LOKI 

smart Sylvie :)

Oh my god it’s exactly the scene from episode one

Sylvie is so pretty I’m gonna cry

OH THAT WAS A NOISE

LOKI PRUNED LOKI!

THIS IS A TWIST!!!

OH THAT LOOK-

THAT HAS TO BE SO CONFUSING FOR SYLVIE NGL

that little flinch help me

“Huh?”

Pick up the damn phone 

OB!

reboot the system please

Oh Casey don’t do that

TURN IT OFF

hehe minutes is fucking lost

well that was ominous

Get fucked Brad

Oh I know Loki’s gonna have the fangirls raving 

NO RAVONNA!!!!

RAVONNA COME BACK MY BELOVED

Ob thank god you’re back I am suffering some emotional whiplash

Loki is gonna have to go out there…

No no we need more Lokius hurt comfort Victor step the fuck down

Oh come ON

WHY IS OB SO TINY HE COULD FIT RIGHT IN MY POCKET

I just realized that- OH MY GOD TIMELY

WHY IS EVERYTHING EXPLODING

LOKI GET MOBIUS TO SAFETY

if this is the end of the episode-

OH MY FUCKING GOD

[reds-skull]

BLOOD||HUNGER

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Like I said, I already wrote 2 chapters, and this is the second one, called "The Death-way"

Page 5 of the “Blooede Starvatfōre-dēde”, parable 2:

A fine trader finds upon his path a great Beast,

Dark and terrible, unsated by battles long and fierce,

Armor fallen, wounded by fangs, lays a final time,

Under the malefactor, you will not see life,

The trader leaves the harsh thing, he laments,

Then walks a path, which beasts cannot bear.

A maiden finds upon her path a fearsome Beast,

Eyes spat flames, fangs reach for heavens,

Perishes all surroundings, small birdsongs and prey,

All bow to the daemon, a creature of pain,

The maiden returns, from whence she came,

On her lips nothing more, but words of pray.

It was an extraordinary thing - shaped for fighting, a strong, solid body, adorned with black. It blends into the night, its enemies wouldn’t see the shadow until it was too late. It was perfected in battle, forged from the worst humanity has to offer.

Its name was the Ghost. A weapon to be picked up and discarded as needed.

And he is needed tonight - to kill a target, and collect intel. Covert, solo op. His speciality.

Ghost silently sneaks across rooftops, nimbly avoiding the cracking shingles. His CO for the mission didn’t give him much info on the target themselves, but they had plenty on their location. If he’s honest, the whole thing has an air of wrongness to it, and it all starts and ends with the person commending him.

“The Hunter”. Virtually nothing is known about the commander - not that Ghost has really tried looking into it. He doesn’t concern himself with a temporary arrangement. If he researched every odd fuck he encountered, he’ll never have time to actually do the damn job.

It is a little off-putting that the Hunter seems to try and copy Ghost. Specifically, in the mask department. Blood-red skull mask, with a jaw and all. If the Hunter wasn’t paying well, Ghost would’ve ripped that thing right off their face.

He feels like it’s taunting him. Mocking him.

Ghost exhales, ridding himself of all thoughts but those pertaining the mission. He unpacks his sniper rifle, provided by the Hunter, and sets up on a high roof. The roof overviews the building his target is in. The city is quiet, almost unnaturally so, but as it helps the mission, Ghost doesn’t complain.

All he needs to do now is wait.

As he does, he can’t help but wonder again about this strange mission.

Several days earlier

“Ghost”, a soldier calls beside the Hunter. “Right on the dot. I guess the rumors about your professionalism aren’t unfounded, are they?”

Ghost doesn’t grace the man with a response, instead glaring at the Hunter. The person is about his height, tactical gear marked with red streaks making them look imposing. Ghost thinks it looks a little tacky. 

“You got the brief, I assume?” the soldier asks. Ghost nods, taking his eyes off the Hunter to inspect the racket around him. Soldiers carrying boxes upon boxes of ammunition, guns, and gear. It makes him squint.

What kind of mission are they going to that needs this much preparations? He thought they’re going to a civilian city, not an active war zone.

The soldier draws his attention back, “we will infil you in 3 days. We have accommodations for you on base-”

“That won’t be necessary.” Ghost drawls. Hell will freeze over before he bunks down in a foreign base.

The soldier sputters, opening his mouth to argue, but the Hunter stops him. They exchange hushed words, and the soldier relents, “as long as you’re here when the helo takes off, we don’t care where you are.”

Ghost sharply nods. At least someone here has a bit of common sense. “And Ghost?” The soldier calls behind him.

“We’re very glad you’re here.”

Ghost doesn’t look back, but he can feel the physical weight of the Hunter’s gaze on him. It makes his spine shiver in a way things really don’t do, not after what he’s become.

This whole business reeks. Better finish this quick and clean.

The target entered the house 6 minutes ago. Ghost watches the lights turn on in various rooms as they walk around, unaware of the man that haunts them. The target isn’t in his sight just yet, but Ghost can be quite patient.

A light turns on at a bedroom facing his position, and Ghost moves his scope to its window. A few moments later, a middle-aged man enters, taking off his coat. He seems a little frazzled, Ghost absentmindedly notes.

Ghost inhales, lines up the shot, and pulls the trigger on exhale.

The man drops dead on his second step into the room. Ghost leaves the sniper rifle on the roof, and jumps down to the balcony of the target’s building. Stepping around the broken glass, intending to leave no traces of himself in the scene.

They don’t call him a ghost for nothing.

He spares a glance to the target. If it weren’t for the clean bullet hole in his forehead, he would’ve looked like he’s just sleeping. Ghost moves on.

Searching the house yields no results - and an irritation begins to rise within him. The Hunter’s sources were wrong, it seems. Ghost is about to radio it in when multiple soldiers enter the house from the ground floor.

He waits until the Hunter and their communicator climb up to level them a glare, “your intel was a bust. There’s nothing here.”

The Hunter glances down at the body between them, and back up at him. They tilt their head, examining Ghost. For what, he’s not sure-

There are eyes at the back of his head. Guns pointed at him. Ghost swings around.

Nothing. The soldiers are busy ransacking the house for any drop of information.

The communicator’s voice makes him turn again, “it seems so, unfortunately. Either way, you’ve done your part.”

The shifting behind him stops.

It feels wrong it feels wrong he needs to get out.

“Thank you for your service, Ghost.”

The Hunter dashes at him, lightning quick as they grab his neck. Ghost tries to retaliate, but hands come from behind to restrain him.

Betrayal. How could he be so bloody stupid.

The Hunter sinks a sharp needle into his pale flesh, cold metal squeezing a freezing liquid into his bloodstream.

Poison.

Ghost manages to release one arm, punching the Hunter, feeling his knuckles burst open on the sharp mask.

He puts distance between himself and the several soldiers trying to grab him again, pushing the Hunter forward.

They’re not shooting, he frantically realizes. They want him alive.

He can’t. Not again. GET OUT.

Ghost growls as he gives a final push, toppling both him and the Hunter over the balcony railing and onto the cold harsh ground.

The body beneath him crashes with a sickening crack, Ghost wasting no time, taking out their pistol and spinning to shoot a few heads.

Soldiers fall around him, the ground painted red, and Ghost pushes off the Hunter to run.

Horrifyingly, he knows the commander isn’t dead. And he damn well knows they won’t stop until they have him.

It comes and goes in waves, Ghost discovers in the next few hours. Sometimes, he feels completely fine. And others… his left arm is barely functional, certainly not enough to hold a pistol.

He hates every second of it. Hates that he can’t predict when his arm will suddenly become useless.

It… scares him.

The Hunter’s soldiers are killing everything in their path. Ghost doesn’t understand why they bother. Why go through the effort to kill all civilians, when they don’t even want to kill him?

The only thing that makes sense here is what they would do with him. Ghost knows too much, is too valuable to discard. If they catch him, nothing but torture waits in Ghost’s future.

He hears nearby screaming. Time to move again.

Ghost has been trying to rest, to slow the spread of the poison as much as possible, but the endless waves of hostiles keep pushing him out of the abandoned houses he holes down in. Right now, he can’t even begin to think of a way to get an antidote, not when he has no allies anymore.

And the fact the poison might paralyze him, leaving him unable to move but so achingly conscious as soldiers find him…

He can’t think about it right now.

He sneaks out of the back door, careful but hurried as he speeds to the next.

Scanning around him, the coast appears clear. Ghost slowly pushes the door open, when he hears a clank. A hiss of a smoke follows it, instantly filling the narrow hallway with thick haze. 

What the fuck…? This is not the work of the Hunter, why would he set such a stupid trap-

Ghost grunts when something catches his ankle, lifting him off the ground, “FUCKIN’ HELL-”

He swings up, dangled off of the ceiling by a wire. Ghost frowns when he notices what the trap is made of - junk and odd household appliances. 

The stairs creak as someone steps down. Ghost tries to make out the silhouette, but the man is still in shadow.

“If ye want to live, ye better start fuckin’ talking. Who sent you here, and what are yer orders?!”

Ghost blinks. His attacker is… Scottish?

The man steps into the light - built, but wearing civilian clothes, now marred with blood and mud, with the stupidest haircut he’s ever seen. But that doesn’t interest him as much as the rifle he’s currently pointing at him.

The man snarls, “answer me!”

He thinks he’s losing it a little, when Ghost has to suppress an urge to laugh. This entire day was such a fuckin’ shitshow, and now he has to deal with a Scottish bastard that apparently specialises in crafting traps right out of Indiana Jones.

“I’m not with them.” Ghost eventually breathes.

That makes the man lower the gun, “the fuck is a Brit doin’ here?”

Ghost would’ve leveled him with a deadpan if his body didn’t swing around again, hiding his face from the man, “the fuck’s a Scot doing here?”

The man huffs, “aye, suppose I should’ve expected that. Yer military?”

Ghost considers his answer for a moment. “Affirm. SAS.” he feels the blood rushing to his head uncomfortably, “you?”

“Ex-military.” The man says almost bitterly, “SAS too.”

Ex-military? Interesting… “Rank?”

The man steps around to face him, “Sergeant- the fuck are ye wearing?”

Ghost looks the man up and down (well, down and up in his current predicament), “a mask, Sergeant. They discharged you for being blind?”

The Sergeant squints, “I’m perfectly fit, ye weapon. Got booted out.” He lets the rifle rest by the strap, “ye a Sergeant as well?”

At that, Ghost does smirk, not that the man would be able to tell, “Lieutenant. Now, care to let me off your bloody contraption?”

The Sergeant startles like he forgot about that, before pulling out a knife and cutting the wire. Ghost almost falls on his head, getting his arms under him just in time.

“Fuckin’ bastard…” Ghost glares at him.

The fucker actually grins down at him, offering a hand that Ghost bats away, “So, what was yer mission here?”

Ghost straightens his back, now towering over the Sergeant, “was working under a commander named “The Hunter” to take down a target. They stabbed me in the back.” the man’s face darkens.

“Why are they killing civilians then?” 

Ghost cracks his neck, “don’t know. Was trying to get outta dodge when your bloody trap got me.” he walks forward to examine it. Looked damn convoluted. This man is surprisingly resourceful…

The man follows, “been stuck in this city for three days. Tried to get intel, caught you instead.”

Ghost stares at him. Why didn’t he run away?

Doesn’t matter. Ghost is not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The Sergeant might be his ticket out of here.

He takes out the pistol he stole from the Hunter, “you still know how to shoot?”

The man makes an offended noise, “I know what I’m doing.”

“Good.” Ghost clicks the clip back after check how much bullets he had left, “on me, Sergeant.”

The Sergeant sputters, “what?”

Ghost puts on his commending tone, “we’re going to get out of here, call for backup, and finish off the Hunter. I’m broken, so I’ll need someone on my six.”

He looks down at him, “unless you got a better plan?”

The man sighs, pouting like a child. He offers a hand to shake, and Ghost reluctantly takes it. He has to play with the team for now.

“Soap.” the man says as he lets go.

The fuck’s kinda callsign is Soap? “Ghost.” he grumbles.

Soap grins, “really going hard with the Halloween vibe, eh?”

Ghost sighs, “Take point, Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.”

As they walk out of the house, covering each other’s six, Ghost can’t help but feel a sort of sickness within him.

The stab in the back, the callsigns and ranks, the fuckin’ handshakes and introductions…

This is a song and dance he went through a long time ago.

And he doesn’t know if he’ll survive an encore.

[papa-evershed]

Hellooooo! Here’s me crashing into your ask box to wish you a very happy, happy birthday!

I thought I’d ask you if you can remember some specific scenes/moments from a show and/or movie that triggered your “Oh, I need to gif this IMMEDIATELY!” desire.

And please do go ham on your reply, you know very well how much I enjoy them.

Have an amazing day! 🧡

Hey!!! I fucking love you! I don't know how the hell you manage to to do everything you do, but now you've gone and inspired me to start a fandom-friends birthday calendar. 😂😂 I legit admire how you always reach out to people and remember everyone!! But thank you so much for the birthday wishes, it's been a pretty good day so far so I can't complain! 🥰

As for moments I just had to gif?! There's been a fuck ton throughout the years and the men. 😅I'll answer under a cut for length and lets see what all my old lady brain can remember. 👵 I apologize in advance for how long this could potentially get and just how random the gifs probably are. I never feel inspired to gif cool scenes with witty dialogue, I just gif for thirst reasons because I'm a dumpster of a human. ETA: It got really long and didn't even scratch the surface tbh.

For Rob, I'll start with this one. I feel like I post it every time someone asks me about my favorite gifs or moments but listen, that man's god damn belly makes me feral. The context of the scene is also just peak Dad™ for me so it was 10000/10, absolutely had to gif this the second I watched:

This is an interview but you know when you first start checking out a new dude and you see gifs from interviews/shows where they look particularly tasty and you're immediately like I must find this and watch it or else I will perish. That was this interview for me. And how could it not be? Again...BELLY. Hairy belly. Just big, soft, delicious man meat. And thighs. As soon as I found it I had to gif it for myself so I could make it as obnoxiously big as humanly possible.

I watched this zoom live and the moment this motherfucker turned his head my brain said "gif it". Profile? Nose? Greys?

And this shot too. This man was fucking born to smile, he puts his whole ass into it.

This. His arms here. This scene was dark af but I knew I had to gif it anyway. I adore the shape of this man. It feels so fucking real to me. Soft belly, sizeable arms that still look natural. It's realistic, it's comfy, it's fucking sexy. He's just fucking man-shaped.

I don't even have to tell you why because I know you get it.

I'm an American what do you want from me? 🤡 I'm just kidding, it's not because of the gun. 😅IDK if you've watched Downton, but Thomas is just such a fucking capable man. There isn't a task they set him to that he doesn't excel at and I just felt like it was always overlooked and underappreciated by everyone around him. That shot and scene inspired an entire gifset I made about him being a man of many talents.🤓

I can't even explain it, I just knew I needed it. He just looks so man sized. And fuzzy. Just...go off daddy.

You and I both know I'd suck a dick for a good profile shot. The greys, the nose, the man...👀

I can't post all the gifs from this scene/episode so I'll settle for this one. But I knew immediately I'd be giffing it until my fingers hurt (that legit happens y'all, I'm old 👵) Not only did he spend some time in this episode being the soft, caring uncle but he did it in a cozy sweater and it was like they were sure to hit all my weaknesses at once. Soft cozy men? 👀Then they were kind enough to give us the most beautiful close-up shots of his face. And the boy just has a beautiful fucking face.

For old times' sake, I'm gonna include some Jon just for you but to be fair, I liked him for seven damn years so there were a lot. Too many to list or even remember. But here's a few that maybe aren't the obvious shots!

This one. I remember everyone losing their shit over his ass but I was losing my mind over that "soft flash of belly" (really, I was always fangirling the hardest over scenes where Jon looked softer than he really was so we shouldn't be shocked I eventually left for a man with a beer belly 😅)

Speaking of which, this scene too!

And of course, anytime he was covered in blood. I think I actually giffed this exact shot 5 or 6 different times.

And, the obligatory back of his head shot. There are so many here I could post because pretty much anytime I saw the back of Jon's head I immediately needed a gif of it but we'll go with this one, it was probably slept on a little bit.

Alright this is long enough! Bless anyone for reading this long. 😳 But legit, thanks for the fun ask and for the birthday wishes, Stef! 🥰🥰 Your kindness is one of the reasons I will always appreciate having been in Jon's fandom!

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welcome to a lore dump of pre-turned and some notable turned betty facts that explains why she’s this bad

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- First and foremost, literally everything I write about her pre-turned verse derives from the LARP I attend and act out in person while playing her character. It’s a weekend long, I’m actually going this coming week (that’s when her brother dies and she officially becomes a vampire lol), and anything important that happens there is written into her backstory here. I play her future verse here. Both her past and present are constantly being updated, as whatever occurs in LARP directly influences her present, making her the only character I have that will be consistently updated for years coming.

- Leathe is the hometown/world she comes from. She is a Shavali — a spiritual and Slavic based group that are very, very tight knit and essentially act like a mafia. Family and freedom means everything to them. They are externally performers, jesters, entertainers, wear a shit ton of colorful clothing and bells and sashes to gain the spotlight. Internally, they are very perceptive, keen, eavesdroppers, sly, and can even be murderous as all fuck should someone harm one of the family.

However, their two-sided reputation eventually caught up to them and towns often view Shavali in a negative light — murderers, thieves, liars, etc. They’re often the first blamed for town crimes, even if they had nothing to do with it. Shavali are constantly fighting to prove their worth.

To lose a family member is to lose your entire self.

- Betty as a human used to have a personality similar to Charlie. Save your people under any cost necessary, redeem the misunderstood and damned. She loved so hard, cared very deeply, and was always on guard to protect. She was a heroine — a front liner, a fighter with a two-sided battle axe the same height as herself (5’7). She was also a bard and performed under the stage name ‘Lullaby Betty’ — and all of her bardic spells dealt w mind manipulation. She was very persuasive and charismatic, occasionally sultry and seductive to get information out of someone.

This bled somewhat into her turned days — her axe isn’t used as much and her bardic spells were entirely forgotten, replaced with her vampire powers as well as blood magic. She’s even more conniving in her persuasion and charisma and she’s even worse with being seductive to get what she wants. Before it was usually for fun, but nowadays it’s used with malicious intent. Her turned days are chaotic evil. Her pre turned days were chaotic neutral.

She slowly forgot about her good morals and regards for others the more the vampiric disease festered. Love became obsession, the plethora of traumas and losses turned her into a selfish and closed off creature coupled with unbridled rage and bitterness, and her respect for the Gods went out the window. Any hope to be a heroine was trashed due to how badly it hurt and how horridly the expectations of the townsfolk damaged her, leading her to entirely discard the optimistic look on anything that walked the earth. Obsessed with freedom and getting to do whatever the fuck she wanted with no repercussion, she became a villain, never wanting to feel the pain of loss and rejection again after failing too many times to save her people.

- People don’t necessarily die in Leathe. They die often in AWFUL ways — but are usually sent back to the living with no memory. If your luck is particularly shitty, you could not come back though.

Yeah, that fucked her up pretty badly. That meant she would have had to watch ALL of her family and friends die CONTINUOUSLY and never know if they’d return or not. Too many times had she watched her loved ones perish in some freak accident or failure in battle, sob out, then wait in the freezing cold for them to come back in fears they wouldn’t. Her father figure once was turned to ash right in front of her. Her older brother was poisoned slowly. She once was eaten alive by a zombie lord herself. The dead may not remember, but she sure as fuck does.

Over and over and over and over again.

- Her older brother, Dimitrius, taught her everything. He raised her, protected her, taught her about the culture, taught her how to honor the spirits, how to get around town, etc. She looked up to him like a fucking God more than a brother — she wanted to be like him when she was older. He was a role model and her last saving grace.

However, he turned his soul over to an infernal many moons ago to save some of the family — which means when he dies for the last time, his soul doesn’t get to reincarnate or go anywhere. It goes to the infernal’s lantern — and used as ammo against the celestials, ceasing to exist. Nothingness.

He was killed in front of her. She screamed, begged, tried to attack the infernal, her father figure had to hold her back — and nobody could do anything. All she had left of him was his bell of healing, which she still wears on today centuries later. Despite the countless years passing, she never forgot about Dimitrius.

It was the same day she too died and became a vampire — and it was that very day the original Betty died with him.

She was never the same again upon respawn.

- The townsfolk eventually split into unsure gossips when they found out she was a vampire amongst the living.

On one side, she DID continue to fight for her people — albeit a lot more violently and mercilessly now. She was BRUTAL with her axe and carried the rage of a barbarian (her father figure was in fact a barbarian lmao) and was taught lethal blood magic by the same vampire that bit her. She was melded into a winter soldier by the church of Drevarria — a goddess that created the undead and taught her followers necromancy and lessons through unadulterated agony. Meaning she would be trained so violently that she nearly DIED relentlessly. Broken limbs, punctured organs, open lacerations, violent spellwork, etc and still forced to fight and endure to become numb to the agony.

All of this made her a fucking TERRIFYING opponent to deal with became she was immune to common physical bludgeons, mind alterations, and fear itself. She often carried about an aura of intimidation and a spell that caused others to cower in fear, only to decapitate them once they fell to their knees.

The other side feared her so much for being undead that they actually tried to kill her. Her own friends did in fact turn against her and tried to kill her despite her trading in mortality in order to protect her people better.

And thus, the anger and bitterness grew.

- When I tell you this bitch became a force to be RECKONED with after she left Leathe on nothing but HATRED, ANGER, BETRAYAL, AND A DISGUST FOR ANYTHING THAT BREATHED OR EXISTED LMAO

Thus, the lovely Ubersreik (Warhammer End Times) days commenced ✨

The era of self experimentation to see how far she can push her immortal body, getting appointed as a war commander for these giant ass mutated rat men, claiming part of an abandoned castle to train her men and herself, raiding clans, mass genocide on both other clans and humans, interrogation and torture, black market business with her elixir brewing, etc. This resulted in a LOT of deaths — but due to her immortality and never ending spite for the Gods, she kept coming back. Which made her power trip all the more insane.

- And then FINALLY, on her tenth death, the Gods went god fuck this bitch and shot her down to Hell to punish her for the novels worth of crimes.

and she just set up shop in the hotel with her elixirs and thrived with the chaos, not regretting a damn thing GFGDHDHFHVBB