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princessofgotham777 · 6 days ago

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Dating Jason Todd (Part Eighteen: want to want you)

Jason Todd x Reader

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Heyyyyyy, long time no see. I fear I pulled a Jason and disappeared for a bit but hey whatever I’m back now. I lowkey like how this part came out so I hope you enjoy!

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw. Of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Nineteen: want to want you

It had been two hours since you found out Jason was alive. He’s currently, passed out, handcuffed to a medical bed in the batcave. You’re sitting beside him and beside you is Alfred. Bruce and Dick are standing across the room. Everyone is quiet aside from the whispers between Gar and Rachel. The DNA test has a few more minutes on it. Bruce and Dick finished digging up the coffin, inside was a dummy. Gar, Rachel and Kori are in the batcave. Every few minutes you look up to see Dick staring at you with anger. Under his scowl though you see something deeper, fear. You knew he was afraid of losing you and losing himself to his old habits. That moment back in titans tower after Jason went missing you saw a switch flip in Dick. He lost his Nightwing, titans leader persona and fell back into the violent tendencies he’d become numb to as Robin. The DNA testing machine buzzes and Alfred gets up to check it. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone holds their breath and finally Alfred says, “it’s Jason.” Dicks facial expression changes, he knows he’s fucked up, it’s just a question of if he’ll try to defend himself or accept defeat.

Gar pokes his head in the room, “we heard the ring, what’s it say?” He asks, looking at Dick. Dick gives him no response instead just staring at Jason.

“It’s Jason,” Bruce says.

Gar smiles widely and then goes and yells to Kori and Rachel, “it’s him!”

“The cuffs can come off now,” you say. Dick and Bruce look at each other. “You two are impossible!” You say angrily.

“Y/N,” Bruce says. “We still don’t know how much the pit has affected him.” Dick is silent.

“And you!” You yell at Dick. “Are you gonna say anything!” You hear something and turn to see that while you, Bruce, and Dick were arguing Alfred had undone Jason’s cuffs and woken him up. He quickly sits up straight, fully alert. He rips the iv Alfred had previously put in out and jumps up. It’s like an eternity passes before anyone speaks.

“Jason,” Bruce says.

“You…” Jason begins to say angrily. “You let that evil death worshipping piece of trash live!” He yells at Bruce. He walks over to Bruce so he’s just inches away from his face, nobody dares to stop him. “He beat me, electrocuted me, starved, cut and mentally tortured me for days till I died and when I wake up I find he’s still breathing,” “you are no better than the joker, you claim to be working to stop him but you never actually do.” He says. You walk over to Jason. You gently place a hand on his shoulder and he flinches. Dick takes a step forward but you shoot him a glare.

“Let’s go,” you whisper. “We can leave,” you say. He stares at Bruce for another moment then you feel him take your hand. As you follow Jason’s lead out of the room, you and Dick lock eyes.

You and Jason race upstairs to his old room. He begins using a pocket knife to rip up a couple floor boards. “Before you follow me to the ends of the Earth and leave all your friends you should know I killed him,” Jason says.

“Who?” You ask.

“Riley Larson,” he says. The guy who stalked you.

“Why?” You ask. “I thought he wasn’t gonna be a problem anymore.”

“All those years ago I broke his leg to teach him a lesson but when we moved out of the tower I noticed he started keeping tabs on you again. I had planned to frame him for murder or something but then…everything happened. And so when I…when I…” he paused. “When I got back I took care of him for good,” he says.

“Do you regret it?” You ask.

Jason reaches into the floor and grabs a black backpack. He looks you dead in the eyes and says, “no.” “Sure I’m not happy about it but I’d do it again,” he says. He freezes till you finally exhale, processing his answer. He walks over to the desk and throws a couple things into the bag. You think about what he said and the look on his face. Dick and Bruce were partially right, Jason had changed. Though maybe he hadn’t maybe this was the real him finally revealed. You grabbed your bag and waited, set on your plan to go with him. Jason began to walk over to you but he paused. He looked around the room. All your clothes everywhere, his clothes everywhere, dirty cups and places, miscellaneous tissues, he saw everything you’d went through after his death. He ran his hand over his face as if he was trying to wipe the thoughts away, he put his tough persona back on. Jason wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close and softly said, “let’s go.”

You and Jason made it outside without running into anyone. Then you two saw Dick quickly walking over. “The back of the pool house. Go get the bike,” Jason says as he hands you the keys. You take them and head off to the pool house.

“Jason you know this is a bad idea,” Dick says.

“Says who? You?” He says. “You don’t know shit about resurrection. There is no “pit madness” that’s bullshit, I killed those dealers and that guy cause they’re monsters.”

“Then what does that make you,” Dick snaps.

Jason brushes it off, “you’re just pissed because after everything she still wants to be with me, not you. And it’s crazy cause according to her you don’t even love her romantically who knows if that’s true but romantic or not you like the control. You need people to need you. You did it with me, Y/N, Rachel, Kori, Jericho, Gar, hell even Bruce and the list goes on,” he says.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dick says.

“No I think I do, and the fact that you asked me to not let her come with me instead of asking her to stay with you yourself proves it,” Jason says. “If you want her to stay, ask her yourself.”

“Every fucking time I look at you I remember I failed,” Dick spits out.

“I’m sorry,” is all Jason says. Though it’s a simple sentence it holds much meaning.

You drove over on Jason’s red motorcycle. You got off and said, “everything good?” Jason got on the bike.

“Y/N you can’t be serious about leaving with him,” Dick says as he pulls you to the side.

“Watch it!” Jason yells to Dick who flips him off in response.

“Why wouldn’t I be serious,” you say.

“Look at what he’s done…the people he’s killed,” Dick says.

“You mean the people dealing to kids? The guy who stalked me for years?” You ask.

“You don’t know if he’s the same Jason. We don’t know what he’s capable of,” Dick says.

“Capable of?” You say with sadness in your eyes. “The only and I mean only time he’s ever done anything against me was when he went after Joker and that was in attempt to keep me safe. All he’s ever cared about was me being safe and happy,” you say.

“Maybe the safest place to be isn’t with a guy who just took a swim in the Lazarus pit,” Dick argues.

“You’re impossible,” you say. “Thea’s been in the pit, Sara, Roy, Oliver and the list goes on, you’re only saying this because it’s Jason,” you say.

“I’m saying this cause I can’t see you get hurt,” he says.

“Jason wouldn’t hurt me,” you say.

“He might not even mean to…the pit can mess people up,” Dick says.

“Dick I’ll be fine, I’m leaving with him and…and you can’t stop me,” you say.

“Y/N,” he says desperately.

“Goodbye Dick,” you say quietly.

“You’re just gonna walk away! After everything we’ve been through,” he yells.

“I have to,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“For him,” he says with resentment.

“For myself,” you correct.

“Please,” he said in defeat.

“We’ve had this conversation before Dick, when I left the titans. My answers the same as it was back then, I’m going with Jason,” you say. Dick watched as you walked away. You weren’t his dream girl. Hell he didn’t even love you romantically, but it wasn’t exactly platonic either. You were a flame and he was a moth. The past few years you’d been a constant in his life even when you were being assholes to each other or messing with each others emotions at least you were there; at least he had you and at least you had him. Now things would be different. He knew that for a fact. There would be no more secrets kept just between you two. No more wondering if real feelings of romance or attraction would ever develop. No more angry glances or three am phone calls. He knew Jason was right, he needed you to need him and you didn’t, not anymore. He knew that’s one of the reasons you loved Jason sure he protected you like Dick but Jason also taught you how to fight for yourself. Dick let you depend on him but Jason taught you how to stand on your own two feet with the knowledge that he’d be there if you needed him. Dick had lost you for good, and he believed it was his own doing. The feeling you two would turn into strangers lingered in his mind. He wanted to go back to that night on the rooftop in Chicago when you two forgave each other. It seems like every decision he makes regarding you is the wrong one. Convincing each other you had feelings, always putting his baggage on you, how he treated you like a stranger at titans tower, how he wished he stopped you when you left with Jason, how he regretted not saving him after he’d promised you to, and how he couldn’t save you from yourself after Jason died.

You and Jason drove for at least an hour and a half. You two left Gotham. You stopped at a run down gas station right outside the city. Being out of Gotham felt good, it was almost like the feeling you got when you first left Gotham to join the Titans. It wasn’t quite the same though, this one was bittersweet. New chapters are always bittersweet. You’d finally burned your tether to the titans, to Dick.

“When I woke up at the league I was completely lost,” Jason begins to say. “I didn’t know where I was or how I got there all I could remember was the sheer pain and terror of death. But then I found the Polaroids you buried me with, and my bracelets,” he says. You remembered, the Polaroids of you and Jason and Rachel and Gar. When you’d tucked those in his jacket at the funeral you’d never imagined he’d get the chance to actually look at them again. But now here he was. It was just you, him, and the possibilities of what was next. “I love you, Y/N” he says.

“I love you too Jason,” you say.

Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this part. If you did remember to check out my Masterlist for the other parts. Any feedback really helps and keeps me motivated, it’s always appreciated! This might be the last part to this fic for a bit we’ll see I might have more ideas tho. But for now I’m gonna focus on FINALLY starting the “The Other Titan” fic. It will also be Jason Todd x Reader with some Dick Grayson angst and such as well. It’s a backstory for this fic so maybe check it out if you enjoyed this one. Thanks for reading!

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losers-clvb · 1 month ago

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What do you think Sam's favourite (sex) position is?

wait, give me a minute, i need to put on my horny music.

okay. i'm ready to delve deep into my man (or, more like i want him to delve deep into me).

now, of course his favorite position depends on the mood. if he's feeling a bit feral and has some pent up horniness, he's gonna just take whatever he can get, whatever way you'll give it to him.

but if we're taking our time with it, he likes whatever position he can see your face the most. this is for two reasons: one, he likes seeing your facial expressions while he's pleasuring you, and two, he wants easy access to kiss on you.

here's a few examples of what i'm talking about (because i really need to get this off my chest):

you riding him. this is perfect for him. he just gets to lay back and watch you use him. he'd have his hands on you, of course. hips, ass, ribs, breasts, all of it. imagine those big, calloused hunter hands on the most sensitive parts of you. and if you tire yourself out mid-ride? he's gripping onto your hips and helping you out. he can't ever let his girl go unsatisfied.

face-to-face riding. this may lump in with the above, but i'm making it a different explanation in itself. i'm talking about you and him sitting up, chests flush with each other, while you get filthy. he can wrap his arms around your body and hold you close as a reminder that you aren't going anywhere, he's not going to lose you. he'd prefer to be kissing you during this, lips and teeth smashing together with passion, but it's also good for kissing your neck, jaw, shoulders. maybe he'd leave a few marks. he also loves hearing your moans and whimpers right next to his ear. it's his favorite kind of music.

eating you out. sam winchester, more like sam munchester. now, there are some stipulations to this. he needs to always see your face while he's doing this. i'm talking eye contact, your fingers laced into his long hair, and holding hands while he eats you like a death row last meal. you'd start out talking to him, telling him exactly how he's making you feel, but at a certain point, you can't talk anymore. and he'd be pulling those orgasms out one after another, not wanting to stop until you're tapping out.

missionary. come on, are we surprised he would enjoy this? this gives him perfect access to your face and he gets to take control. not too much to say on this one, we all get the picture (and it's a very good one).

well. there it is. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. i didn't think i'd have so much to say, but i'm very passionate about my love.

#i'm president of the freak committee #this wasn't as freaky but i swear i can get there #i actually love yapping so please keep these coming if you do not mind #zoe answers!!

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lylian333 · 1 year ago

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Kaiser x reader bully au

This is my first time writing and english is not my first language

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

word count :1036

warning:bullying ,harassing ,maybe suicidal (the reader is gender neutral but will be pregnant in the future of the story)((these were written before I knew his past)

You hated school...you didn't see any point in it, everyday you dread going to that miserable place with those shallow people.

From monday to friday you had to endure constant mockery from your classmates, you weren't the prettiest...smartest or athletic so you were an easy target for bullies.

Kaiser especially had a fun time picking on you...he knows you are a coward who doesn't fight back.

"Wow Y/N you came to school looking like that? Arent you embarrassed?"

You try to find another way out so that you could go to your class but kaiser grabs your backpack, making the other students laugh.

"Awww did I scare you so much you dropped your book bag on the ground?" He starts to laugh and makes the other students laugh with his ridicule towards you. "Did you know she cries at night...she can't even say one sentence without stuttering."

The students laugh and point at you. Kaiser gives the other kids a high five for making you seem so weak.

You try and reach your books but he holds your bag high above your head, he's tall so it's difficult for you to reach it.

"Let's play a game...you want your books back right?"

The classmates all start to laugh watching you struggle just to get your own stuff back.

Kaiser's facial expression is one of superiority, knowing he is much stronger than you....he could easily keep you here for hours if he so wished.

"Let's see here...why are you so weak?"

The other classmates laugh, he knows the answer...he just wants to hear you say it.

You try to speak up but you end up stuttering

"Oh? I think she's too scared to answer...let's all make her say it!"

The other classmates start to chant.

"Say it Y/N!~"

"Come on Y/N, speak up!~"

They're all waiting and anticipating your answer.

You end up giving him the answer

He finally releases your backpack and looks at you with a sadistic smirk.

"Hm...let's see here...you are weak because....your parents are poor...am I right?"

The classmates laugh, your parents being poor was something people always used to bully you...they knew it was true.

"Yeah, yeah that's it...you're family is poor and you can't afford nice things."

You grab your backpack trying to get away again

But since that he got an answer he doesn't care anymore, he lets go of your backpack but he has one last thing to do before he let's you leave.

"You do know I'm just gonna keep doing this right...you're always going to get bullied as long as you're weak."

He makes a motion of making muscles in his arm in an effort to show his strength.

"Remember what I said...you're weak and poor."

He laughs and turns his back on you leaving you crying, having gotten his kick from bullying you again.

When you finally got back to class, your eyes red from crying and your nose running. You look around the classroom and see the other students whispering amongst themselves laughing while pointing at you, some are shooting you death stares while others are smiling and chuckling mockingly.

The teacher notices you and gestures everyone to quiet down, she looks at you and asks the dreaded question.

Teacher: "Y/N...is everything alright dear? Were those nasty boys bullying you again?"

You hear the other students snickering, they already know the answer to that.

You reply to the teacher by whispering yes

The teacher feels sorry for you but it's obvious she's tired of you getting bullied all the time, she knows the other students get their kicks from it...you're the easy target. You can see the sympathy in her eyes though, she's really trying to help.

Teacher: "What were those boys saying to you this time? Can you tell me?"

"he said that i'm poor and weak..."

The teacher's expression changes to one of anger as she tries her best to stay professional but it's obvious she's upset.

Teacher: "Those horrible brats...they should know saying such things is wrong."

The other students roll their eyes at the teacher, this has happened many times before. The teacher turns to look at you, wanting to know if there was anything else.

The teacher's tone softens as she continues to speak to you.

Teacher: "Don't listen to them dear, don't let what they say get to you...just come to me whenever you need."

She has sympathy for you, she knows you're lonely...bullies target those who appear weak. She sees herself as your guardian. And she truly wants to help. The other students laugh and whisper to eachother making fun of the teacher and her words.

You went back to your seat

The teacher gives you a small smile as she sits back down and the class starts.

When you sit down at your seat, the other students whispering and laughing mockingly at you behind your back. You're sitting silently and waiting for the class to begin. You're trying your best to keep a low profile and get your mind off all the humiliation and bullying.

Your trying to think of something else but it keeps going back to Kaiser's words...you're poor and weak. You try not to let it get to you and keep your mind on the class, hoping it'll distract you from thinking about what happened in the hallway.

*timeskip till the end of the class*

As soon as the bell rings the class ends and everyone rushes to the doors trying to get out fast.

The hallway is filled with the sound of students laughing and talking loudly, their voices echoing off the walls of the school. The students are mostly talking loudly about the newest gossip going around, making fun of random people as usual.

You make your way out of the classroom and to the hallway but you see Kaiser waiting for you...he smiles as he sees you walking through the crowd of students.

He quickly approaches you and pulls you aside into an empty part of the hallway, the other students don't notice as they're too busy making fun of anyone they can think of. The hallway is still full of whispers and laughter even though the bell had already rung.

(also this is like a enemies to lovers but with bully and this story may contain....things)that all from me hope you guys love it

bonus: ai

I apologize if you don't like pink but it is my favorite so deal with it >:)

#kaiser x reader #michael kaiser smut #yandere kaiser #bllk x reader #bllk x you #yandere kaiser x reader #blue lock angst #bllk x y/n

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revelingrexan · 13 days ago

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RECORD FOR MY LONGEST TUMBLR YAPPING EVER, GO! (THIS IS PART 1 OF 2 LOL. LINK TO PART 2!! )

HELLO FOLKS I'M GOING TO DO A LIVEBLOG-BY-MEMORY OF MY FIRST TIME WATCHING HAZBIN EPISODE 5, AKA LUCIFER'S INTRO

...except it turned into a "why i like Hazbin's Lucifer" thing because i have so many thoughts while watching animated things, especially Vivzie's animated things because i'm a nerd and i'm constantly going "-Minecraft Steve dying noises- THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DONE BETTER" aND I DIDN'T WANT TO TYPE ALL MY THOUGHTS, WHICH WOULD TAKE LITERAL HOURS AND HOURS QJFKSQJJKQSJKS (WELL, ADDITIONAL "HOURS AND HOURS" TO WHAT I'VE ALREADY SPENT ON THIS)

(AND I MAINLY WANTED TO MAKE THIS POST SO FUTURE-ME COULD REMEMBER WHY I GOT SO WILDLY OBSESSED WITH THIS CARTOON MAN FOR WELL OVER A YEAR+ ANYWAY)

ACTUALLY, ON THAT NOTE: if you're here just to have a good time enjoying Hazbin rambles, DO be aware this post may lean more toward a "Hazbin critical" post, especially at the beginning. i would have gotten a Minecraft game over if each thing that bugged me caused me physical damage, even in just the first minute and a half. (mainly animation stuff, but some writing stuff too)

NECESSARY DISCLAIMER FOR ANYONE WHO MAY HAVE WANDERED HERE: THIS IS A RAMBLE ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL, SO THERE WILL BE SOME SWEARING AND MATURE HUMOR MENTIONS

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most of the following was written with voice-to-text because i had a sprained hand, so if there are any weird word choices that just make NO SENSE, feel free to let me know and i'll fix it! (i've proofread it to death, but there's almost definitely things i've missed) ...but the weird capitalizations and Alastor's name mis-written as "Alastair" are staying LOL

SORRY TO STINKY DEER MAN. VOICE-TO-TEXT DOESN'T KNOW HIS NAME AND EVEN MY "GOOD" SHOULDER/ARM WASN'T IN A PLACE TO BE ABLE TO FIX ALL THOSE (MY BODY IS TERRIBLE AND CONSTANTLY INJURED)

SO HERE WE GO:

PSYCH MORE DISCLAIMER FIRST LOL

don't worry if you don't know what i'm talking about with the animation or art stuff, and don't worry if you like parts i didn't because i was distracted by the animation (especially the song "More than Anything"). i'm just a picky nerd. also, if you want, you can ask about animation things and i can explain. i love rambling about animation!!! :D

i get a bit personal about mental health stuff and other things, but i don't think any of it requires trigger warnings; i'm generally pretty vague on specifics and i don't talk about anything too severe

again, bad body, sprained hand, lots of voice-to-text. some word choices might not make sense, so feel free to point those out, but i won't fix capitalizations or Alastor's misspelled "Alastair" name lol

remember, the Hazbin pilot and first episode are different

these messages i sent a friend on my first watch are a decent "TL;DR" summary of this whole post, minus my thoughts on Lucifer's crowded-with-rubber-ducks room, which are especially important to why i like him so much. (TL;DR of that section: "lol he just like me for real")

(weird collage screenshots because i retyped them to exclude my typos to my friend [i minimally use backspace as a joke with her] + i wanted to keep her reactions and the timestamps)

i'm almost certain "YEAH I THINK LUCIFER'S GONNA BE MY ACTUAL FAVORITE BECAUSE HE HAS THOSE FUN FACIAL EXPRESSIONS" was when Lucifer and Alastor were pushing Charlie around. i LOOOOVE Lucifer's smug -> SURPRISE -> FROWN faces there

SO 👏

WITH THAT:

HUUUUGE YAY, HERE I GO, SELF-INDULGING SOOOORTA-LIVE-BLOGGING (AND HOPING I GET SOME COMMENTS TO INTERACT WITH. I LOVE REPLYING TO PEOPLE BUT GETTING ANY INTERACTION IS ALWAYS A TOSS UP) RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH :DD

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hazbin hotel has taught me that unreliable narrator is one of my favorite narrative devices. How an event is narrated can simultaneously worldbuild and teach the audience about the character who's narrating. it would make sense that the opening story of Hazbin, written by a mother for her child and written about that mother herself and her husband, would paint herself and her husband in a better light than they might deserve

learning more about Lucifer was something I was REALLY looking forward to ever since episode one's opening, with the children's story talking about "Lucifer's ideas for creation" and then not elaborating whatsoever on what those ideas might be. how excitingly ominous!

and then episode 5 starts. (We're not to Lucifer's intro yet in this retelling. i don't even know what the episode will be about. hold on XD)

and the animation is terrible

while episodes 1 through 3 felt pretty cramped in their writing's pacing and episode 3 had a few animation/character design consistency moments that made me grimace, overall, their animation quality was pretty consistent and good. (Well, the writing quality for episode 3 was awful. Just really terrible. But that's a whole other post I might or might not make, with, at this point, "might not" looking more likely unless someone asks XD) (episode 4, Angel Dust's episode, was AMAZING, especially with its writing. single best episode in the series. i have some critiques, but overall it's great, and i'm impressed with its pacing)

watching episodes 1 through 4, I wasn't getting whiplash from the animation as I often do while watching Helluva Boss, which frequently changes line art types between animators or clean-up artists and can even pretty dramatically change a character's look between shots

and. Yeah. episode 5.

Even after watching episodes six through eight, 5 is STILL the worst animated episode in the entire series, and I would say that includes if I were to count all of the Helluva Boss episodes

... although, now that I'm thinking about it, I don't know if I would categorize it as having as bad of animation as the Hazbin pilot XD Now I want to rewatch the pilot just to see which I think has worse animation quality/consistency: the pilot or episode 5 lol

BUT I'M GETTING DISTRACTED. (AND, SERIOUSLY, DON'T WORRY IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED ANY OF WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT HERE OR IF YOU DON'T AGREE. SERIOUSLY, DON'T STRESS ABOUT IT. THE REASONING/OBSERVATIONS BEHIND THESE ANIMATION RAMBLES ARE SUPER NICHE)

SO. YES. BACK TO EPISODE 5 LIVEBLOGGING THING.

I grimace at the drawing of Charlie looking upward as she tells herself to think:

Not much wrong with the underlying drawing itself -- it's heavily stylized, and that's okay. But the line art on her mouth is a lot thicker than it should be and doesn't have the correct "lipstick" tapering she usually has (extra, extra thick in the middle of her lips, thin at the corners of her mouth). Plus, her movements have really rough settling and feel gross to me. i internally grimace at this whole shot, but It's okay, i tell myself. Hazbin hotel's animation and art quality have improved a lot! This could just be a bad shot that slipped through. it happens! making shows and movies can be chaotic!

... uh-oh. Now the line weights on Charlie's face and body in this shot are wrong too:

I'm starting to feel bad about the episode already, and I don't even know what it's going to be about. (the only thing I DID know about episode 5 was Alistair was going to go "big and freaky monster form" because of the thumbnail Amazon gave the episode, and I was looking forward to that from a glimpse I got in a teaser)

(I'm actually rewatching the episode alongside making this post, to get specific moments if any arise that I want to discuss, and ugh lol, I might just make another post -- probably on my rambles side blog, not here, because I prefer to keep it at least MOSTLY positive and fun here -- doing a whole play-by-play of episode 5. even though I couldn't have known it on my first view, I now have so many comments to make about Charlie's mimicking her dad and saying, " 'gO aHeAd, KiLL eVeRyOnE.' " again, hazbin hotel taught me I love unreliable narrating. and, spoiler alert, Hazbin taught me that because of how poorly it does unreliable narrating, or because of how it almost doesn't do it at all. :( )

(ANYWAY)

when Charlie turns around and says, "Wait! That's... IT!"

her face is distractingly off model and now I'm feeling even WORSE about the direction this episode is going. episode 3 flashbacks lol. If you don't count Hazbin's 30 second intro, we're not even one minute into episode 5, and it's already looking like we're gonna get something as bad as episode 3

side note:

off-model Charlie (i think a big part of the "off-model" impression here is 1. mainly because her eyelashes are so gigantic they almost hide her eyebrows, and a character having no eyebrows when they usually do can look odd, and 2. her pupils aren't wide enough or circular enough): "Wait! That's... IT!"

Vaggie: "Kill everyone?"

Vaggie's line is sincerely one of the best jokes in the series lol. Love that

...okay yeah, I'm not going to do as accurate of a play-by-play of my first viewing of episode 5 as I can, because that would take so so so so so so long XD But, at least one more non-lucifer related note because I do like to point out strong moments in Vivziepop's shows:

I DO feel good about Charlie differentiating between Adam being a terrible person and between all of heaven being untrustworthy (unclear wording on my part lol: What I mean is, she calls Adam an asshole, but she has hope the rest of heaven will be open to her redemption idea and not so dismissive and rude to her.)

her naivete up to this point hasn't given me the impression that she would make that sort of differentiation (and, by the time of episode 5, Vivzie's and especially Hazbin's writing style in general hasn't given me the impression Vivzie would do anything more with Heaven than "Heaven Evil, Actually")

so, anyway, let's skip some more animation rambles and a comedic timing rant, and fast forward to:

Angel Dust: "Well I'd like to meet the big dick in charge!"

Niffty: "The ULTIMATE bad boy! (giggles maniacally) I bet he's SCARY."

My brain goes into overdrive after Niffty's line, especially since it transitions from "I bet he's SCARY" to "-scratchy, guttural voice intended to be powerful and intimidating in a dark room-"

that "overly in agreement with the adjective 'scary' " transition tells me there's an upcoming tonal whiplash joke, meaning Lucifer isn't going to be scary at all

further, the dark room setting that we're given right away, shows that the pictures Lucifer has up are off-kilter.

so, he's not scary (which we can know because of the color tone and audio transition agreeing TOO much with Niffty's statement). he's disorganized. he has multiple photos of him happy with his family Even though they haven't been together for years, and he even has a photo of Charlie in what might have been for most parents a "teenage phase" that they'd like to forget

but apparently Lucifer loves Charlie so much, that he even fondly looks back on her angsting teenager years -- he kept that photo and even hung it up

tonal whiplash joke incoming confirmed, and an especially poorly done one at that. visually, the whiplash could have been done better if there were more obvious signs of neglect, damage, or wear, or maybe even a sheet partially covering one of the images, at first misleadingly implying he doesn't want to associate with or think about his family anymore

instead, he clearly loves his daughter and his family, even though Charlie feels alienated from him. maybe she hasn't seen him in a while because he's a shut-in, or he needed to mostly cut off contact for some reason and we'll find out that reason shortly

when it comes to character intros, overbuilding a character being intimidating and then doing a 180 to show that they're not is one of my least favorite jokes. ever. so my thinking " 'this person actually isn't scary' tonal whiplash joke confirmed" isn't a good time

sudden drop in animation quality, poor dialogue pacing... yep, this episode is off to a TERRIBLE start

...side note

i totally thought Lucifer was masturbating at first

when I later watched this episode with my brother, he did too. (I forget exactly what he said, but he was a bit taken aback or made some joke about it.) and Jeremy Jordan (Lucifer's voice actor) makes a joke in a character description about Lucifer and says Lucifer "play[s] with his dick all day." (Jeremy's swearing so much in that video because the Hazbin voice actors are playing a game of "see how much you can swear while describing your character.")

so, the "oh, he's masturbating" visual misread may have been intentional lol even tho idt i've seen anyone mention this

end of that side note

now an animation side note: the rises and settles of Lucifer's shoulders here are not done well. Very blocky, like that first moment that put me off with Charlie at the start. episode 5's animation sucks

i think to myself, hating this episode, that this is a terrible first animation to use for an important character's introduction. this poorly executed intro is especially egregious because he's mentioned and even vaguely shown in the pilot, and he also gets the same "importantly mentioned but passingly shown" treatment in the very first episode--

"... THE MAGIC-TASTICAL BACKFLIPPING RUBBER DUCK!"

okay that's hilarious and adorable. that was great

"THAT SPITS FIRE!!!"

INCREDIBLE. I LOVE HIM.

... ohp the animation, lineart, and visual timing are bad again. but I've already forgotten how much I hated the lead up to his intro with that "tonal whiplash" joke, because his intro is SO GOOD XD

Lucifer: "Hold the applause, please, okay! Heh, alright, thank you…" ...hm. huh. his voice is. just a guy. kinda boring and an odd choice. (DON'T ATTACK ME I DIDN'T KNOW JEREMY JORDAN AT THIS POINT ;QJSFKJKQSJKSKQJ. HIS VOICE WAS LITERALLY "JUST A GUY" TO ME)

aND OH. I WAS FAR MORE RIGHT THAN I EXPECTED ABOUT HIM BEING A SHUT-IN. A DARK ROOM WITH TILTED PHOTOS, FILLED WITH RUBBER DUCKS, GIVING THE IMPRESSION OF ISOLATION AND OBSESSIVE PROBLEM-IGNORING.

THIS GUY IS NOT DOING OKAY

and now here's one of the first reasons I started to especially get attached to him, rather than just go "haha What a funny character":

My own mental health issues!! -jazz hands-

things have improved a lot, and I haven't self-sabotaged for a while at levels that I did in the past, but one of my coping mechanisms when I'm stressed is over-focusing on media I like or over-focusing on side projects.

(Don't worry about my blogs hyper fixating on stuff, genuinely. I don't think most people can tell from the outside when it's at a self-sabotaging point until there are signs like failing classes [self-sabotaging to that level only happened one semester but WOW it was miserable]. but, even tho it may not be visible from the outside, I can tell the emotions and feelings behind what I'm doing. usually there's almost only anxiety of "this isn't what i should be doing" with no enjoyment at those points, and i'm spending NO TIME AT ALL on responsibilities.

let me emphasize: in that situation when i'm exceedingly stressed and don't know what to do or am too scared to do what i'm aware i should, i may be spending almost all my time on hobbies or interests, but it's MISERABLE AND IT'S NOT EVEN HOW I WANT TO BE SPENDING MY TIME. I'M TOO SCARED TO DO ANYTHING ELSE, AND I MIGHT EVEN BE TELLING MYSELF "STOP, THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING" THE ENTIRE TIME

all that is also different from my ADHD difficulty with switching tasks, altho "overfocusing to avoid things" and ADHD executive dysfunction can mix together and make each other exponentially worse if i don't take care of myself. anxiety and ADHD are dumb and tricky to work with... but at least i'm self-aware and can usually tell apart which of those two is causing me problems? lol????

anyway, point being of this parenthetical aside, other than partially being more detail on why i relate so much to this maladaptive coping mechanism: hyperfixating is what I do by default, and I'm doing fine right now. :p :) 💜)

Lucifer's barely been onscreen for ten seconds, and he's doing well on becoming a character I like. already he has in his favor:

having a moment done so well, that it pushes past my preemptive eye rolling (The overbuilt intro [bad] followed by The Rubber Duck [magic-tastical]. ....although if a moment has to be done SO well that it pushes past preemptive eye rolling, maybe that's not a shortcut XD)

specific poor coping mechanism that I strongly relate to

and now for an "oh boy this episode's animation SUCKS" interlude: i'll just copy-paste a ramble I sent a friend a while ago about animation quality on this whole Lucifer intro scene.

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OH BOY EP 5 HAS SUCH MESSY ANIMATION CLEANUP LOL and i'm genuinely not convinced Lucifer was given a character [reference] sheet [more specifically, i'm not convinced he was given a turnaround] from how many variations there are in his design.

i'll share at least some of the most obvious moments that are easily available on YouTube https://youtu.be/dYw9LArY690?si=dPWJUMgiGIU0lfyJ

in general in these three shots, pretty nice line variation, with thicker lines on the outside of the character and thinner ones on the inside (details and inner lines are thinner than the bolder "overall form" outside lines) + individual lines change in thickness along their lengths (e.g. some lines are thicker in the center and thinner at the ends, and vice versa for others):

for the most part in these two screenshots, lines are ALL the same thickness, whether inside or outside the character, as well as the same thickness all along their lengths:

from 2:03 to 2:11 of the linked clip, my brother [[when i watched the episode with him later]] said something like "animator change speedrun" because of the lineart and character styles changing in almost every shot lol (timestamp in link here) https://youtu.be/dYw9LArY690?t=123

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now for listing more things that Lucifer does well that I relate to or simply enjoy, just in his intro scene (While implicitly acknowledging the animation/cleanup/consistency oversight continues to be terrible lol):

practicing before a phone call (I've only done this a few times, and not with anyone as important to me as Charlie is to Lucifer, but it's felt necessary a few times, even if i felt awkward doing it each time. but even if i don't often rehearse for phonecalls, it's not uncommon for me to write bulletpoint lists for them beforehand [usually not with friends or casual calls, but sometimes] )

especially when already in a poor head space, speaking poorly of any attempts i might do at almost anything, as Lucifer does at his practiced lines to Charlie and as he did with the Magic-tastical rubber duck

SO MANY funny faces and so much movement and expressiveness

EXUBERANT too energetic greeting to make it seem like he's doing well. that "HEY! How are ya!!!" reminds me of so many times that I've needed to pretend to be okay almost immediately after a breakdown or felt like I need to force myself to seem like I'm in a good mood for someone who I feel is doing worse than me. (this is not necessarily healthy)

(bolding some of the quoted parts to visually break up text blocks and make skimming easier)

Charlie: "You know where I am, Dad! I've told you before!" -insert The ADHD Meme:-

... except in the above case, I'm not applying "ADHD" to Lucifer, and, even now more than a year later, I still don't want to until given more character information. instead, I'm seeing "depressed and withdrawing from the world, and suffering from memory issues that come alongside depression."

unfortunately, I relate to that too -- depression memory issues -- and Hazbin's writing so far is doing a great job at saying "depression" without literally saying it. (fortunately, my relating to depression is an "in the past" thing. also here, in my experiences, "depression / dissociating memory loss" and "ADHD memory loss" feel different from each other. AT LEAST I'M SELF-AWARE?? LOL????????)

(side note: Lucifer being autistic and having ADHD are popular headcanons in the fandom. i respect those headcanons and am not telling anyone they need to change them. i can see it. i just don't feel like i can, in good faith with my understanding of his character, say those apply to him until we've seen him under less stress and less pressure. many anxiety, stress, and depression responses can read as ADHD or autism, and the frequent comorbidity of any of these with each other make them even trickier to individually identify)

Lucifer: "Well, you know, I um... Uh." THAT DELIVERY AND HIS EXPRESSIONS. FUNNI. GOOD.

but also, i interpret the above moment as maybe more evidence of memory issues from depression (if it's not just him not knowing how to avoid saying "i was. making ducks"). this writing is awesome (sincere)

Charlie: "I told you when you called me 5 months ago? Or did you not listen?" Getting accused of not listening when something is just not at all in my memory is so real

Lucifer in response to Charlie's above line: "(panic that settles into an attempt of composure) No! No no no! Just--You know, just FORGOT. You know, I've just been really busy. You know with um. IMPORTANT things. 😬😶" i connected to so many parts of those few lines: the backpedaling after realizing you said the wrong thing, and the trying to make it seem like your forgetting isn't associated with how much you care about the other person (because sometimes the saying ~"If it's important, then you'd remember" just doesn't apply)

the following doesn't as directly tie to what's going on with Lucifer in the story But nonetheless gives me an extra "ping" of "I relate to this guy." still with the above moment, specifically the awkward lie of he's been busy with "important things," a lot of my hobbies and interests can seem trivial or even shameful to much of my family.

most people find it's super cool that I animate, but somehow those same people don't always seem to make the connection that means I enjoy watching cartoons a lot, and that, even though they think animating itself is cool, somehow an adult really liking animated stories is immature, or that it's "weird" I focus so much on one series much of the time. Plus, socializing can be difficult and exhausting for me, so I need a lot of "rest days." and I'm physically disabled, Even outside of what's currently going on with my sprained hand.

basically where I'm going with this, when it comes to meeting up with people and doing things that aren't doctors' appointments or school- or work-related, I may need to negotiate dates and times with people, even though I may not technically have a lot going on, or I may not have a lot going on by other people's perspectives. just doing a doctor's appointment or hanging out with other people might exhaust me for a day or two, so already that's a lot of space "filled" in my calendar

(This is different from fatigue syndromes, since how exhausting an interaction is, is almost always directly tied to how much i need to second guess myself or mask. I think it's just an "it can be tiring to consciously and constantly analyze people's body language, tone, and word choices, as well as tiring to analyze what I say or do three times before I do anything due to autism and taught anxiety" thing.)

But giving myself my rest days so I can maintain my emotional stability and emotional health is so important. I've had people, often family, question me in annoyance before about, well, what do I have going on anyway? and the answer is watching YouTube or reading a book

But you don't need to know that. You just need to know that I'm not available the other day that you wanted to try to talk or meet up. "I'm busy," or "That day doesn't work for me."

so, yeah, "important things" said with a bit of (narrative) humor and (character) awkwardness is relatable too, even if my experience isn't what's going on in this scene

Lucifer so happily and readily wanting to help Charlie (at first lol) has actually been really important to me. i'm fortunate to have a dad who's eager to help his kids and is financially able to, But it can feel bad or shameful to ask for help. Not going to get too far into this, but some of my siblings are okay with asking for financial help, and some of us aren't. until I saw this episode, I was in a mindset of "only ask parent for financial help If you're literally in danger of dying or being (further) disabled for life," Even though almost every time I talked to my dad he would seemingly be implying, "PLEASE, Is there something I can do for you?"

--- basically, even though there were some really bad moments in my life, I still didn't see asking for his help as an option. But the shocked literally wide-eyed eagerness Lucifer shows at feeling like he can help his daughter got me to understand more fully where a parent might be coming from, a parent who cares about their child and who has the means and desire to help.

--- this small moment has literally encouraged me to ask for help when i might have been too anxious to do so before. or, with some of the things i asked for help with, maybe i still would have asked, but I would have been far more troubled and guilt-ridden than otherwise, making already stressful situations even more stressful

with all that I wrote above, I didn't take it personally when Lucifer refused Charlie's request at first. first of all, this is fiction and i'm not actually any of the characters in the story lol. second, the moment was done comedically, and almost certainly, I thought even on my first viewing, it's related to a bad past experience Lucifer has had with heaven. this is The Lucifer we're talking about after all, and his banishment is definitively established in episode 1. also I got distracted by all the bad animation and what, to me, was a too-long joke with all of his "No"s lol. (when I watched this episode for a second time, knowing how much I now liked Lucifer, I figured the multi-No moment would grow on me, and it has XD)

him wanting to see Charlie so badly is endearing lol, and his missing or entirely forgetting or ignoring the point of WHY she's inviting him over is funny, even if concerning

Lucifer: "My~ daughter~ wants to see~ meeeee~" both funny and a sweet reminder of how parents can feel about children they love: they want to spend time with their kids, and they want to feel like they matter to their kids.

--- also, this whole last moment, from before he hangs up to the end of this little singing bit, seems to hint that for some reason he wasn't spending time with Charlie because someone told him that she DIDN'T want to see him, or for some reason he convinced himself of that. this is SUPER interesting and, if i'm reading the moment correctly, i'm still curious about the origin of him having those beliefs

"TAKE THAT, DEPRESSION!!" I actually didn't care much for this moment when I first watched. it brought his depression out of a "well written but not said outright" category + where did he learn the term "depression" since it being used that way is relatively recent and he's who-knows-how-many-thousands-or-millions-or-billions of years old + he's an old geezer (many older people aren't very open about mental health diagnoses or what they view as "trendy" diagnoses) + i got concerned "depression" might be used as a narrative excuse for any of Lucifer's shortcomings or poor actions. although his face is funny :p and this moment has grown on me and I do like it now, especially after seeing how much Jeremy Jordan loves this line during his live streams

NEW SCENE. LUCIFER'S AT THE HOTEL NOW

(i caps lock this next part, although, looking at the messages to my friend as I first watched the episode, it looks like even though I was enjoying Lucifer trying and failing to be a good dad [because, in almost all circumstances, if a child, especially an adult child, feels abandoned by their parent, that parent is not doing a good job] I was still hesitant to enjoy the overall episode.

The animation has been atrocious, the pacing and joke writing has felt off, and this is the first episode released after the first chunk of four. I was concerned all Quality Control was put into the first four episodes, and that the quality of the rest of the show will have plummeted)

LUCIFER IS SO PATHETIC AND AWKWARD. HOW LONG WAS HE STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR. I LOVE HIM

AAAAWWWW. HE'S SO HAPPY TO BE HERE AND SO HAPPY TO SEE CHARLIE

OH MY GOODNESS HIM PETTING AND COOING AT KEEKEE IS THE CUTEST THING

--- ON A LATER VIEW WHEN I SAW HIS AWKWARD SMILE BEFORE BENDING DOWN TO PET KEEKEE, I ASSOCIATED HIS PETTING KEEKEE AS SIMILAR TO GOING TO A PARTY AND FIXATING ON A CAT OR DOG BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO INTERACT WITH THE PEOPLE. VERY RELATABLE ANXIETY / AWKWARD RESPONSE

OH MY GOODNESS HIS LITTLE DANCE AND TINY BIT OF SINGING WITH RAZZLE AND DAZZLE IS AMAZING

the "You better be" joke is actually another type of joke that I am usually not a fan of (another "OoOoOoO unexpected tone change!" joke) and it doesn't work for me here

--- ASIDE: I can say that the delivery in the Canadian French dub maybe works as a joke for me XD in English, the "you better be" isn't all that intimidating anyway, so the tonal joke isn't done well. in Canadian French, it IS more intimidating. AND his follow-up laugh is so dorky and funny. his laughing almost sounds like he's trying to be a neighing cartoon horse

honestly I can't fault Lucifer for his uncertain first looks around the hotel, followed by his "It's got a lot of character!" He's TRYING to be supportive and not discouraging. but he sucks at it. also, funni

some things are done poorly in this scene, but I forgot that i originally titled the draft of this post "why I like Lucifer." so, how about to save probably literally a few thousand words, I will just focus on moments that specifically matter to how I understand Lucifer XD

I have a very deep analysis here with Alistair starting to interact with him: haha Lucifer short and responding with funni faces :)

... oh no. I'm actually, right now, as I'm making this distractible liveblog thing, not having a lot of info in my mind on what I was thinking during my first view about alistair's early interactions with Lucifer. oh no. was I THAT focused on Lucifer's funny faces???? i should have SOMETHING else in my mind here (other than "eugh. weird animation"). oh no. maybe I WAS mainly just going "haha faces :)"

.......haha faces :) ⬇️

AHEM. ANYWAY. YEAH I THOUGHT HIS INTERACTIONS WITH ALASTOR WERE MOSTLY FUNNY AND GOOD. DUMB MEN

AND THAT'S THE END OF PART 1 BECAUSE I'VE REACHED TUMBLR'S IMAGE LIMIT LOOOOOOOL

part 2 scheduled to come out in three days on Thursday! (AND HERE IT IS NOW!)

#long post #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar hazbin #lucifer morningstar hazbin hotel

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corroded-hellfire · 11 months ago

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Prompt Day 4: Eddie

Word Count: 994

Rating: G

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: Language

Summary: A collection of Eddie's reaction to different parts of the book A Court of Thorns and Roses. Inspired by those wives who filmed their husbands' reactions to the books and provided me with hours of entertainment.

@corrodedcoffinfest

A sigh and the closing of a book has you looking away from your own book and over at your husband on the other end of the couch. Your eyes dip down to Eddie’s lap where your copy of A Court of Thorns and Roses lays shut. A look back up at Eddie’s face, staring towards the carpet while in thought, gives you no further clues as to why he has stopped reading.

“What’s up, Eds?” you ask.

He lets out another sigh and drops his hands to the cover of the paperback that’s balancing on his thighs.

“What the actual fuck?” he starts off. “Feyre kills a wolf—because apparently, she’s the only one supporting her family! So, it’s some faerie wolf and it’s supposed to be a life for a life kind of thing? But then this fucking creature busts down the door all viciously and then is like, ‘nah I’ll just have you come live with me instead.’ What?”

As hard as you try to contain your amusement, a small giggle slips out. You tilt your head as you look at your husband, confusion creased on his forehead.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, babe.”

“This book has some weird as shit names for creatures,” is how Eddie greets you when you step into the bedroom, just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you.

“Says the Dungeon Master,” you tease as you walk towards your dresser. “There are no demogorgons in that book.”

“No,” Eddie counters, “just the Suriel. Nagas. The Spring Court is a goddamn death trap! And that’s even before we met this other guy who I just know is gonna cause chaos in some way later. Rhysand. Dude seems dark and I can’t say I hate it.”

You focus on keeping your jaw clenched tightly as you change into one of Eddie’s old t-shirts. If this was the other way around, Eddie would’ve already slipped up and spoiled something as big as Rhys’s role in the series, but you knew watching this all unfold before you would be well worth it.

“Feyre is getting all the feels for Tamlin, too.” Eddie looks over and gives you a cheesy grin. “Is that how you felt about me when we first met?”

“No,” you say with an over dramatic sigh. “Maybe you should’ve barged into my home and whisked me away to a magical escape room and I would’ve. But you missed your chance.”

You sit down on the couch after dinner and it’s not thirty seconds before your husband has his head in your lap and gazes at you with those doe brown eyes.

“Hello to you, too,” you say, immediately reaching down to play with his hair.

“Lucien is a cool dude,” Eddie says. “I like him a lot. I hope he doesn’t die.”

“You’ll just have to keep reading to find out,” you tease.

Eddie raises his arm in the air and it’s the first time you notice he has the book in his hand.

“Gonna start now,” he says. “I think some shit’s about to go down.”

It’s impossible not to watch Eddie’s face as he finishes up reading the first book. The man has always been one of the most expressive people you know and that includes while reading as well. His facial expressions provide grade A entertainment.

Finally, Eddie closes the book and drops it on the couch cushion beside him. He releases a long breath, followed by an even longer inhale.

“So Rhys did have reasons,” he starts, nodding his head as he speaks. “He wasn’t just the asshole we were led to believe he was. I actually think I like him the best. Tamlin’s alright and I do like Lucien a lot. But I felt more of a connection with Rhys.”

You listen to him, a smile on your face. The whole time he’s been reading the book you’ve been anxious to see what he’ll think of the end.

“A lot happens, doesn’t it?” you ask.

“Hits the ground running,” Eddie agrees. “Feyre’s tests were brutal. That worm maze was badass though! And I’m glad Amarantha is dead. God, what a bitch.”

“What part were you reading where your nostrils were flaring?” you ask with a giggle. “You looked pissed.”

Eddie thinks for a moment, then his head lifts and he snaps his fingers.

“That was when, ugh,” Eddie pauses, an irritated groan rumbling from his chest, “when Tamlin doesn’t do a fucking thing to help Feyre! Holy shit. Just sits there on the throne except when he gets to make out with her. Jesus Christ. If that were you, I would’ve been out of that goddamn seat and taking anyone down I had to to keep you safe.”

His impassioned words make your heart flutter.

“My High Lord,” you coo.

Your husband seems to like that, a smirk growing on his face as he noticeably looks you up and down.

“You know,” Eddie drawls. “I do have those pointed Elven ears. They could definitely be fae ears.”

Slowly, you push yourself up out of your chair and saunter over to the couch. Eddie leans back as you climb into his lap, straddling his thighs.

“Eddie Munson, High Lord of the Hellfire Court,” you say, wrapping your arms around your husband’s neck.

“Mmm,” Eddie hums, angling his head down to press a few kisses along your throat. “Maybe then you could wear the ears and be my Feyre, let me cover your body in paint.”

“Technically she was still a human at that point so she wouldn’t have the pointed ears,” you say softly into his ear.

Eddie’s fingers dig into your sides, tickling you until a shriek squeaks from your lips.

“Had to ruin the moment with your nerd knowledge, huh?” Eddie asks with a playful smirk.

A smug grin lights up your face as you answer him.

“About time you got a taste of your own medicine, Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #corrodedcoffinfest #acotar #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #CCF

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seeingstarks · 2 years ago

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hips don't lie

summary : having a huge crush on danny, anna encourages you to act on it. his lil' dance being both a blessing & curse. pairing : daniel garcia x afab!reader (ft. anna jay & chris jericho) cw : cursing, teasing, slight babygirl/daddy dynamic, french/kissing, fondling/touching, begging, cockwarming, lap-sitting, fingering, piv (wrap it b4 you tap it), biting, slight praise/ownership kink, scratching a/n: reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a bit but y'know - got in my head n' all. x) word count : 1,626 words tag list : @harmshake , @adamjf , @josiewrites gif credit : @allelitewrestlings

the moment daniel started doing his little dance you were fucked. being enemies ever since signing with all elite, the two of you were constantly bickering with one another but the moment his hips swayed and hands were up in the air you were at a loss for words. luckily, he never seemed to take notice.

staring up at the monitor, you watched silently as the match went on between chris and daniel. a simple house show as the two men battled in the ring.

daniel managed to slip out of the codebreaker, he was known for his swift reflexes so it came to no surprise.

telling others you weren't impressed with the outcome, daniel winning via pinfall however your facial expressions gave it all away.

"woah, you actually know how to smile - and for danny of all people?" anna questioned with a nudge to your shoulder.

rolling your eyes over at the georgia native you shrugged off her playful nudge, "no idea what you're on about -"

anna held back a chuckle and shook her head, "uh-huh tell that to the big ol' smile on your face, y/n. maybe i should call danny boy over here or get photo evidence, hm?"

no matter how much you denied, your lips couldn't help but curl upwards at the mere thought of daniel. he may be a real pain in the ass sometimes but you liked him, a lot.

a few moments passed by as the next match went on for the night, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through tumblr not finding anything that caught your eye, choosing to ignore anna for the time being.

"ah, i see. we're playin' the quiet game now? bet you and danny can get on real well together - wonder who would lose first." she teased.

not looking away from your phone as the screen shined bright, "anna, you're the only one i've told about my so-called crush on danny. we wouldn't last one night in the same room together."

"without ripping each other's clothes off?" an all too familiar voice rang in your ears, too distracted by your phone to even hear his footsteps, practically jumping off the crate and hiding into anna's arms.

"shit, do you think he heard everything?" you asked anna in a hushed voice while looking up at her, your grin turning into an embarrassed face as you scrunched up your nose, the same one you used to make seeing his dance.

"well, he certainly did now." anna confirmed as you felt a weight shift on the crate and hot breath near your neck, red death himself.

"so, little ms. y/n has a crush on me? should've known when i caught you staring at my hips that one time and not my face.. all that yelling and i only had to shake my hips a lil', hm?" he asked in a taunting tone.

you didn't even move a muscle to look over at daniel but every single fiber in your being wanted to, cheeks starting to heat up the more you hid your face against anna's shoulder shielding his view.

"y'know - y/n really likes watching scary movies. maybe you two could have a night in together, as friends or something more." anna suggested and flashed an encouraging smile.

the georgia native was always there for your ups and downs, especially those you took interest in. once you revealed your crush on danny you never heard the end of it.

"if he's up for it i'm down." your voice was muffled due to hiding against anna, "what's that, babygirl? couldn't hear you.. gonna need you to speak up - you'll be screaming for the neighbours tonight." he winked.

"i'll uh- leave you two be." anna waved goodbye giving you a soft hug as you turned to face daniel, "i'd love to spend tonight with you but i don't think i can wait that long.

"daniel became speechless as he eyed you up and down taking in every last feature from head to toe, absolutely stunning.

he hummed and carefully wrapped his arms around your hips before leaning in to plant his lips on yours.

returning the kiss you deepened it and he allowed your hands to wander as they danced along his abs, sweat still glistening on them from his previous match. you never wanted to come up for air because kissing him felt like the best thing in a long time.

daniel gnawed at your lower lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth, you doing the same as they moved around in no particular motion, hands reaching for any body part as you and daniel sat backstage on the crates fondling each other like two horny teenagers.

that was until someone walked up to the two of you and did a fake cough, "ahem, not that i mind whatever you two have going on but let it happen somewhere else." chris chuckled and threw a locker room key between you both, silently thanking the man as you stood up from the crates and stretched a bit.

"looks like your little friend came out to play-" you giggled.

"trust me, y/n. there is nothing little about chris." daniel added.

"oh- okay. i meant that little friend," you point to his growing buldge moving closer to him trying to hide from the view of others but he thrusted his hips up against you. "but i could say the same thing. making me so needy, danny. let's go, please?"

"don't have to ask me twice, beautiful."

you two swiftly made it to the locker room of which formerly belonged to j.a.s. but would now be used for other purposes. daniel shut the door behind you and took a seat on the sofa, patting his thigh.

"sooo... anna told me a few things you like. wanna come here and warm daddy up?" he asked in a low tone.

your jaw practically fell to the floor hearing those words come out of daniel's mouth. never thinking the day would happen. you nodded your head but instead of walking, crawled over to daniel seductively.

once making your way over to the sofa he pulled his ring gear down and sat you on his lap, "such a good girl, already listenin' so well for daddy danny." he praised.

"mhm.. you're so big. already wet just thinking about it."

"is that so? lemme' see-" you wrapped an arm around daniel and ran your hand along his abs, caressing them as a moan escaped your lips the moment his fingers met with your wet lower lips.

"fuck, you truly are soaked babygirl.. look at you almost making a mess on my thigh. let's get you taken care of, shall we?" he asked.

"yes please, danny. so needy all for you. 'wanna warm your cock up."

not a single word more and he was tearing your shorts and underwear to threads, starting with the tip as he lifted you up and your mouth made an "o" shape daniel wasted no time inserting the entirety of his length inside you.

you squirmed and bucked your hips against his lap, him taking hold of them as you adjusted to his size while small moans of pleasure escaped your mouth, being full of someone never felt so good.

"d-danny.. o-oh my." you nearly moaned his name and he was completely still, you squirming slightly as his warmth consumed you.

"you're so tight, baby. fuck.." daniel bit his lower lip and groaned, "moaning for me and we barely even started, tonight's gonna be fun." he smirked.

daniel began with placing love bites along your neck, starting soft and building up to where they would definitely leave a mark.

"mm, you're all mine now, isn't that right?"

you simply nodded but guessed daniel didn't find that satisfactory enough because he bit harder on your neck and thrusted into you deeply, "d-danny!" you yelled out in pleasure.

"yes, daddy. i'm all yours. every last inch of me." you cooed.

"i could never get tired of this or you, y/n. seeing you sitting on my cock like the good girl you are.. can't help but moaning my name when i," daniel stopped talking briefly and thrusted up into you, feeling hot breath against your neck, "do this.. the noises you make are music to my ears. no matter if we're fucking or going on cute dates together i want it all with you." he confessed his feelings to you, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

the kiss lasted until either one of you had to come up for air, moaning in between it as you felt his cock twitch inside you, "that's all i ever wanted to hear, danny. you and your silly dance make my heart beat twice."

he smiled against your neck before teasing with a few slow and taunting thrusts then doing deep ones which felt like he was up in your stomach, "daniel, motherfuckin' garcia!!!" you scratched along his abs marking him up as he glanced up at you enamoured by the way your breasts bounced when he thrusted into you and how much tighter you squeezed when he went deeper.

sweat beaded on both of your foreheads, feeling a release near however a knock could be heard on the door and it didn't halt daniel's actions.

"be quiet for me, babygirl? wouldn't 'wanna ruin all this fun now would we?"

you shook your head and bit down on your lip, "d-daddy.. feels so good!" you cried out hardly even trying to keep quiet as you came on his cock feeling him burst with one last thrust as you panted.

"good thing i remembered to lock the door." daniel laughed and you playfully punched him.

#daniel garcia smut #daniel garcia x reader #daniel garcia #aew smut #aew fanfiction #wrestling smut #wrestling fanfiction

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charmwasjess · 11 months ago

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Stupid sexy the Acolyte why I am still watching you

Ugh, because it unfortunately rules, that's why. I don't know. On one hand, I still have all of my concerns about the portrayal of the Jedi Order and my absolute exhaustion with the plotline of "oooh, but wHaT iF the Jedi bAd?!" while offhandedly massacring interesting cool Jedi who are voluntarily and honorably living out their convictions as empty plot fodder. I am so tired. But I also keep genuinely finding things to like about the show.

I really like the big chunky boxy lightsaber designs. They remind me of my first car: one of those perfectly square Volvo station wagons. I think the prequel Jedi lightsaber designs tend to be a little industrial/ utilitarian, whereas Dooku's generation (in the few example we have, I'm thinking of his, Sifo-Dyas's, and Jocasta's, because those are the ones I've looked at too many times) can be a little fussy and overdesigned. It's cool to see how generations of Jedi riff on popular designs for their era.

The size makes for a big impact when characters do things such as hold the emitter against the head of another character, or as in last night, bring it up to someone's throat, because damn, that thing is a clunker. It looks so dangerous.

Master Sol. Master Sol. Master Sol. I'm not sure I have ever seen a live action role where the actor has more uniquely and specifically captured what I love about the Jedi in one character.

The scene where he goes down to reset the transmitter and has his little micro-breakdown after the "team is dead" bit. What an powerful moment. The amount of acting he did with absolutely no dialogue, no one else in the scene to bounce off of, just a quiet moment of grief, rage, and loss. I've read both criticism and rebuttals of Jedi acting - oh, they're wooden, no, they're accurately playing a person with a lifetime worth of trained emotional control - and this was such an incredible example of portraying a person with a lifetime of emotional control training realistically experiencing an excruciating, heartbreaking loss. You see him lose control, open himself up to the Force/self soothe, and regain it. All just with a sequence of facial expressions. Honestly, if I get absolutely nothing else out of the show and hate where they go with this, it will have been worth watching for that alone. It's that important to me.

And just - Sol. :') When he gives Not-Osha a big HUG? I'm such a sucker for Jedi onscreen hugs. Man, his inevitable death is gonna blow.

Aww, and speaking of death, confirmation that the Osha and Jecki vibes were really there. Just kill me. And I kind of love how Qimir phrases it, this idea that the Jedi she loves will never love her back the way that she wants them to, but also the twisty subtext there. Maybe this is me giving the show too much credit, but I got a lot of Sith-version of love "to love is to possess a person" vibes in the way he talked about that?

BUt ohhhhh nooooo ewww stupid sexy Qimir trying to s-seduce (?) Osha by being all sexy and funny and likeable and weirdly kind and not like a classic Sith. Pffffh. Yeah, he's going after the other twin now. Completely and totally expected. Oh, good. And now he's taking off his stupid shirt and his beautiful body is there in this dumb stupid scene. He loves to show off his awful muscles and handsome dumb face, as if anybody is interested in that. Presumably his dark side dong is out. Who would care about that? Not me, a scholar.

Whatever, who even cares about this show. CLEARLY I DO NOT

#please don't come after me these are just my dumb thoughts on a tv show I'm continuing to watch #the acolyte #acolyte spoilers

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haematicartwork · 2 days ago

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npc idea i had. no idea where i‘m gonna use them yet, but we will see.

note that this person is from a fictional setting of mine, Furroe, so the outfit draws from several sources and isn’t specifically based on one singular human culture, hence the „inaccuracies“ when comparing it to various human irl cultural outfits

If you wanna know what this persons deal is, ramble below the cut. PLAYERS OF MINE, DO NOT READ MORE. YOU‘RE WARNED o^

This is Yahuí dé yán sè, a priestess from my fictional setting, Furroe, specifically from the country of Xin. She‘s a kind, intelligent daughter of a noble family and showed great enthusiasm for her clergical duties, and was excited to take over her position as an ambassador for her nations religion, which is based heavily around dreams, sleep, and the restful oblivion of death. She comforts the grieving, visits communities of expatriates and performs ceremonies.

Secretly, however, Yahui knows something is off. In the world of furroe, the inner desires and convictions of people manifest physically in their body, whether they want to or not, and she has long since begun to transform into a centimanes, a mutated form of human that grow extra limbs, tongues, fingers and organs due to supressing a strong physical desire. Yahuis best kept secret is one she has tried to hide even from herself: He isn’t a daughter, but a man. Unwilling to let go of his duties, family and kind demeanor in order to pursue life as a man with differing societal expectations, Yahui attempts to supress the desire, and has his bodyguards amputate any extremities out of place, at great cost to his personal health.

Whether or not he ever comes to prioritize his own happiness is up to the players and how they interact and encourage him. I had this character idea after realising how much i miss certain kinds of transmasc representation in my life, and wanting to express a lot of my own feelings about being transmasc in my games, and art. I will probably make and post art of Yahui in masculine garbs and presentation. He‘s the kind of person who would stay with his old name, which is a notion i care about a lot as a transmasc with a stereotypically feminine name that i have to constantly defend. Similarly, Yahui struggles with the fact that he feels that no pursuit of his true gender would ever be worth it, due to his facial features and beauty, and i want to make art that keeps him recognisable, while also reframing his features as more masculine. he‘s kinda wish fulfillment, and definitely kinda projection, but i care him a lot. the idea of looking at this art and seeing a matronly princess, and then looking again and learning to see/looking for the young man within is something that fascinates me endlessly. There are cathedrals for those with eyes to see, and there are men within women and women within men for those with the heart to understand them,

#junos artwork #art #new artist #artoftheday #small artist #comissions open #dnd art #dnd character #digital illustration #dnd commission #ttrpg character #npc d&d #character design #worldbuilding #trans oc #transmasc

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bunnakit · 8 months ago

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4 minutes ep 1 raw reactions

idk if i'm gonna delve too deep into this and do my normal analysis so for now i'll just type up my raw reactions as i'm watching lmao.

the title sequence is fucking stunning, obsessed.

ooh he has a maine coon. rich boy maybe? expensive cat and nice apartment.

i really enjoy that the heartbeat sounds in the elevator scene sound like a heartbeat heard through an ultrasound. very interesting.

but umm. if you're having severe chest pain and trouble breathing please see yourself to the hospital my friend???

oh ok definitely a rich boy, hello fancy car.

AAAAAA BAS, IT'S BAS, LSKJGAI MY LOVE, GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD

the music in this show is fucking gorgeous but like... also why so dramatic

ok so korn: transport -> investments (secret operation??? tf?) and they want great: university -> transport. got it.

ooh 12:39 okay i see you.

ooh 12:43 ok, 4 minutes, i'm listening.

OH. OH DON'T RUN THO

also like why was there a pedestrian in there???

OH. OK. INTERESTING.

i also hate that great initially ran bc now it's gonna take so much for me to like his char, which i'm sure is the point but still (；′⌒`)

aah. okay. i understand. it seems like she didn't want to do it tho. like yeah maybe suicide but... kinda seemed like suicide under coercion? or some form of intense external pressure.

HOLY SHIT JOB. THEY LET HIM OUT OF THE BE ON CLOUD VAULT. RUN BBY YOU'RE FREE.

HE'S SO THIN??? BBY ARE YOU EATING OKAY? i mean good for him if it was healthy and what he wanted tho.

this other doctor is so fucking hot tho who the fuck are you sir god DAMN. jaw for days.

ooh those dark spots on the ultrasound look like internal bleeding.

OH I'M SO SEXY AND SMART.

sexy doctor why shifty eyed??? i have a weird feeling about him. ok his name is tyme. as of rn we do not trust tyme.

more gorgeous music tho.

oh don't twirl your scissors like a douche.

he's got dead eyes and not much for facial expressions, he's freaking me out.

ew you don't even know your patient's name??? I DO NOT LIKE HIM SAM I AM, I DO NOT LIKE TYME EGGS AND HAM.

ok i dont like tyme but i WOULD like to see him and job's character fuck nasty. i am not immune to yaoi propaganda.

GOD BAS IS SO HOT I CAN'T GET OVER IT. I'VE MISSED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH. i love bible a lot but bas is everything to me. i used to reblog the same picture of him everyday. that's my sweet cheese, my good time boy, my rotten soldier.

oh i don't like this set up tho. this feels human trafficky. or like a no way in no way out. mmmm baby what do y smell is it death? OH LMAO IT'S GAMBLING. same thing kinda.

korn seems sensitive to smells, or maybe just smoke. he's just like me fr.

oooh curly hair girl isn't here to gamble, she's here for info of some kind.

OH BOYFRIEND TIME. OHHH OH I GET TO SEE BAS KISS MEN. LIKE I KNEW BC I SAW THE GIFS WHEN IT FIRST STARTED BUT UGH. I WAS NOT PREPARED. FUCK HE'S SO HOT. I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS. HELP.

the fact that he opens up to his boyfriend and talks about his troubles as much as he reasonably can o(T ▽ To)

oh my god get OFF HIM there's no way your refractory period is that short.

not a huge fan of how korn came over, dumped his issues, had sex, and left tho. not great.

obsessed with this asymmetrical collar of great's shirt tho.

yeah i do love that no one fucking asks if great is ok, how he's doing, etc. he just went through something horribly traumatic and he could've been hurt, like. yuck. and his mom seems sweet but the fake sweet, like saccharine.

ooh why does his watch say 11:00??? something's gonna happen, huh.

fuck bas has an fantastic ass. i know we saw it but it somehow looks even better in those pants, my god.

7:13...

ugh i love brothers that can only be (mostly) themselves around each other. i really hope that's the direction this is going. two gorgeous gorgeous men on my screen, just an absolute feast for my eyes.

omg wait. wait. korn doesn't like the smell of cigarettes and he doesn't want great smoking. is there cigarette trauma? or does his dislike of cigarettes come from his concern for his brother's health?

OH facial expressions from tyme!! what a little grandma's boy.

11 am....

exploring the psychological depths of near-death experiences. the '4-minutes' phenomenon.

INCHRESTING. was manee coerced into suicide by someone trying to obtain a real time test subject for this phenomenon???

ooh he took the stairs today.

4th floor... 1:10 (13:10)... room 4... 1:11 (13:11)... ran into tyme outside room 1... at 1:14 (13:14)...

so in theory is each cardiac event he's suffering technically a near-death moment which is triggering the 4 minutes phenomenon where he has an out of body moment where he can see future events???

oooh he ran into him again. perhaps to show some things are simply inevitable?

damn the end sequence is gorgeous too.

fuck. i might be obsessed. uh oh.

god damn it sammon, you got me again.

wait so back to when it was 7:13pm... 19:13... 9+1=10, 3+1=4 so more 1s and 4s ₍ ˶•̀⤙•˶ ₎ hmmm

idk if i'm cooking or burning the kitchen down but i'm excited to find out

#oat reacts #4 minutes #4 minutes the series #tymegreat #bible wichapas #bas asavapatr #job yosatorn #fuaiz thanawat #jes jespipat

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darumi-amemiya · 4 months ago

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DARUMI_HEADCANONS.EXE

Hello! Gonna share some Darumi headcanons of mine. Given these are all before the game releases, I’m 100% going to be wrong and they’ll be FULLY-IN-MY-HEAD headcanons, but I cherish them all the same because I like Darumi a lot!

My Darumi and Kodaka’s Darumi are going to be different anyway… So, here’s my headcanons!

Darumi Amemiya is an albino blasian girl.

This is 100% self-indulgence, and is likely not true. There aren’t a lot of canonically black/blasian Kodaka characters. There’s like… one in Danganronpa 3 who dies first in his KG scenario, and potentially Hagakure if we want to say that his hair is dreads. I headcanon blasian for Akane and Aoi, but you’d be surprised the amount of times somebody’s told me that the former is absolutely black while the latter isn’t.

(I’m a little worried they meant it as in like… “Akane grew up in the slums and is kind of wild, of course she’s black!” But I shouldn’t assume the worst of people.)

Personally, I think it’d be cool if she were Japanese-Nigerian, and likes to pick styles of dress that goes with her very pale skin. I think her hair is naturally kinda wavy and wild and she sometimes curls it to experiment with styles. I can easily imagine Darumi in a high afro!

I think it’d be funny/interesting if albino people in Danganronpa have pink eyes like the color of blood. Obviously Hundred Line ISN’T Danganronpa, but once her sprites come out and I get to play as her in KG scenarios, the albino angle is what I’m going to go with because it’s a genuinely interesting idea to me!

She sometimes goes undyed, but mostly enjoys dyes because she likes bright colors! Most people assume she’s fully of asian descent until they get closer and see her facial features.

Her behaviors and odd way of dress likely gets her a lot of flack and she gets bullied a lot. But ON TOP of that, I think she gets a lot of comments about her appearance.

Darumi Amemiya has a LOT going on in that head of hers.

I feel like the game is going to imply that Darumi is ONLY a menhera girl for attention, or is bored a lot of the time. I really hope it proves me wrong, though! I think Darumi genuinely feels things really strongly, she might be written with the symptoms of BPD in mind, however inaccurately portrayed they may be in the narrative.

When she’s sad, she’s REALLY sad. When she’s angry, she’s REALLY angry. When she’s happy, she’s SUPER DUPER happy!! She feels strongly about a lot of things and loves expressing those emotions outwardly. Of course, this being set in Japan (or an equivalent setting), she’s not exactly looked at favorably for that trait.

If I had to compare her to a dearly beloved character that may have BPD, think of Pinkie Pie from MLP! A really good friend and super attached to not only her friends, but also what they think of her! And of course, those emotions can be a roller coaster for her and the people around her. But it’s important to remember how that roller coaster feels for HER! It’s probably really stressful and kind of a lot to realize your strong emotions often drives people away from you. Hence…

Darumi Amemiya is actually suicidal, and is probably one of the more likely students to die.

I think that her constantly going on about death and dark topics is a mixture of both enjoying the macabre and also associating her future itself with the macabre. She probably doesn’t actually see a future for herself at all. She WANTS to die, but she wants to die in an intense way. I think she wants to be remembered.

Dying in an over-the-top way would mean that someone gets her last moments seared into their mind and soul forever, once she’s found. She canonically doesn’t even fear death, she’s just waiting for it to come and kind of hoping it comes, actually.

I think she’s going to be one of the more reckless students. She’s probably not the type to think about her life in the longterm since she’s constantly thinking the next moment she’ll be killed or do herself in.

Darumi Amemiya enjoys scene, menhera, and horror subcultures.

I don’t think she’s like… academically proficient in it or like, super-duper researching that kind of stuff, but I think her outfit is very scene inspired. Though obviously I’d likely have to think in terms of Japanese fashion, in which case Visual Kei would fit the bill really well!

I think Darumi likes reading horror stories, ESPECIALLY imikowa stories! She probably likes getting to flex her brain, even if it isn’t super academically inclined all of the time.

#hundred line #hundred line headcanons #these are headcanons okay!!#i think they're nice :3 #darumi amemiya

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towriteloveontheirarms · 2 years ago

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Easy smiles and loud laughter (Osferth x reader)

synopsis: 5 times Osferth made you laugh and 1 time he made you cry

warnings: fluff, pregnancy, angst, character death, afab reader

word count: 1.6k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

The first time Osferth made you laugh, you didn´t even know his name yet. You were working your shift at the ale house serving food and drink to the patrons, when suddenly the door swung open. The cold fall wind sweeps through the establishment, prompting you to whip your head around towards it right as you set down a pint in front of one of your regulars. He stumbles in a few steps behind the rest of his friends. While they are laughing boisterously, joking and pushing each other around as they do, he is a lot more quiet. A shy blush on his otherwise sickly face. You can tell this has not been their first stop in search of something to drink. Nonetheless you serve them whatever they order and when night falls you are not surprised when they ask for free rooms they could stay in for the night.

“How many rooms will that be?” You ask with a tired but friendly smile in place on your lips.

“Well, that depends, you see.” The man with short dark hair and a beard says with a mischievous grin.

“Depends on what?” You ask curiously.

“Depends if the baby monk is gonna grow a pair and talk to the pretty serving girl he fancies or not…” He and the other men laugh, though not in mean spirit. Your facial expression remains unchanged until you see the monk, the Irishman alluded to. His face is as red as a tomato and his eyes are glued to the floorboards as if there is nothing more interesting in the world.

“Finan…” He whispers sharply to his friend, making you break out into a chuckle anymore. He was just too adorable.

“Well? What´s the baby monks name?” You turn to fully face him as you ask.

“I am called Osferth.” His voice is quiet, but at least he looks up at you through his lashes.

“Well, it is nice meeting you, Osferth.” You chirp and wink at him, before turning back to the other men, who very badly try to conceal their laughter. “You are in luck. We have just enough rooms left for you.”

The second time he makes you laugh, you had just joined the group around Uthred a short time ago. Still new to the life and the people, but you had made quick friends with Finan. The Irishman had a loyal and funny side that you could only appreciate. Even more so when watching him and Osferth spar. You weren´t much of a fighter yourself, so you had dedicated yourself to learn how to heal, to at least be of some use. So, while you watched the two men train, you studied any relevant book you could get your hands on. It is during one of those instances, that you get interrupted. Finan had just `defeated´ Osferth once more when he turns to an approaching figure in the distance. A smile spreads on his lips.

“Go, fetch Lord Uthred. Tell him we have a visitor. And tell him it is a woman.” He says to the blond man beside him.

“How can you tell it is a woman?” Osferth asks. Earning a raised eyebrow from Finan and an amused headshake from you.

“You have to ask?” The look Osferth gives the Irishman is what beckons a laugh from you as you stand up from the fur that you had laid out underneath you.

“I will go and get Uthred. You two stay here and greet our guest.” You say as you make your way inside.

The third time he makes you laugh, your little group sits around a campfire. It has gotten cold fast and the lot of you are freezing even through the furs over your shoulders. The mood between the five of you had dropped just like the temperatures. Icy silence hanging in the air, the only sounds around are the chattering of your teeth, the crackling of the fire and the bubbling of the stew that was cooking above it. Then into the silence sounds Osferth´s voice.

“It is so god damn cold I cannot even tell the stones in my shoes from my toes.”

It is a stupid joke, really. And neither of you feel like laughing. Yet, unlike your companions who scoff at his words, a laugh leaves your lungs. The sound light, almost bell-like and bringing an unknown warmth to his insides. Meanwhile, you can´t stop laughing. Even under the looks of Finan, Sithric and Uthred, who all silently question your sanity at the moment.

The fourth time he makes you laugh, you are sure is the moment you really start living. He pulls you aside during the day. A serious expression firm in place on his face, that is rarely seen anymore in quiet times like these.

“Is everything alright, Osferth? What is it you so urgently wished to speak about?” You ask quite worried by his behavior.

His eyes are trained to the ground, like the first time you had met. Avoiding yours at any cost, as a blush dusts over his cheeks.

“I um… I needed to… To talk to you about…” He starts to play with his fingers from nervosity.

You step closer to him and lay a gentle hand on his cheek, making him look at you, which has him in even more of a nervous mess than before.

“It is fine to take your time. Just take a deep breath for me and then try again.” You take a deep breath for him to mimic, which he does. Finally calmed down a bit he even is capable of looking you into the eyes.

“In the months since you have joined us, I have caught myself falling for you. Deeply. And though I am aware that you do not feel the same, I still needed to tell you.” You want to hold in your laughter as to not possibly hurt him more, but when Osferth looks at you with what can only be described as puppy eyes, you can´t hold it in anymore.

“I love you too, Osferth.” You kiss his warm cheek, which instantly becomes a deeper shade of red and watch a small, happy smile break out on his face to replace the serious look from before.

The fifth time Osferth makes you laugh, the two of you had just found out that you were with child and couldn´t be happier. In those days a smile seemed to be plastered on your faces constantly. To Uthred´s and Finan´s amusement. Sithric seemed to be the only one with a little understanding, congratulating the two of you and then backing off. You still traveled a lot, but you had built yourself a nice life in Rumcofa. One night you lie in bed, cuddled close under the furs, one of his hands resting on your belly that would soon swell.

Laying one ridiculous name on you after the other until you feel like you can´t breath anymore from how hard you are laughing.

“What do you think about Uthred or Finan if it is a boy?” You suggest while catching your breath, though it is clear that it is meant with all the sarcasm in the world.

“I think they would never speak to us again if we would choose either of those names.” He chuckles along with you. And as he still speaks you get the perfect idea.

“Alright. Enough with the jests… I am thinking Leofric if it is a boy and Mildred if it is a girl.” You whisper, laying a gentle hand atop his. Turning your head you see his eyes shimmering with tears. “I am taking we have found ourselves some baby names?”

“Yes.” He says, clearing his throat, “Yes, we have.”

In that moment everything feels more real than ever. The love you share, the pregnancy, the life you have lived so far and the life you would soon live.

The one time Osferth makes you cry, is the day you are sure you will never feel alright again. The attack on Rumcofa came seemingly out of nowhere and without any real fighting skills you were of no great use. Running around to heal people left and right to the best of your ability, though you are aware that it isn´t enough. The attackers are too strong and too fast.

When you hear a scream by the docks you quickly run towards it. Not quick enough as it seems. With cold horror you have to watch as Ingrith is being thrown off her horse and Finan leave Osferth to help her. With shock freezing you in place you have to watch as your love gets stabbed by one of Aethelhelms men. Your mouth opens, though you don´t hear the scream that comes out of your lungs. Finan is by Osferth´s side before you are. Holding him in his arms as blood flows heavily from his side and the corners of his mouth.

“No! No, no, no, no… My love, look at me. Please look at me.” You ramble desperate to stop the bleeding from the wound on his side.

“I don´t want to die…” His cries become quieter and more strained as the seconds pass.

“Shhh, save your strength. You will not die today. I will not let you.” You sniffle, not even sure if you can believe yourself as you wipe away the tears that cloud your vision. Returning to your efforts to stop his bleeding you don´t see his eyes become more dull, until all the life has drained from them. The already shallow breath ebbing in his chest and his head falling to the side. You refuse to admit his loss at first, but when there is no lying about it anymore and your lips graze his forehead one last time, you let your tears run free. That day you are certain a part of your soul dies with him.

#Osferth #osferth the last kingdom #osferth x reader #osferth tlk #baby monk #the last kingdom #tlk #osferth fanfic #the last kingdom fanfic #tlk fanfic

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lucanto-fandom · 1 month ago

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Hey there, Loud Crowd! Since the ninth anniversary is two weeks away, I'd like to give everyone my thoughts on each member of the Loud family!

(Note: pls be nice to me in the comment section, I know how this fandom operates.)

Lori: I relate to her on a personal level, because I, too, am an oldest sibling, albeit of half as many siblings as her.

Leni: What's there to be said about this cinnamon roll that hasn't been said already? What she lacks in intelligence, she more than makes up for in heart. Like, aren't we all in an agreement that she's too good for this world? 'Cause she is. We NEED more people like Leni.

Luna: Fellow music lover here. She's my favorite, and I'd like to personally thank her for making me appreciate the rock genre more. Also, if "Really Loud Music" is among your favorite episodes, we're friends now.

Hot take: none of her episodes are bad.

Luan: I am the type to crack stupid jokes at any opportunity. She's another sibling I relate to. A lot of people hate on her for the April Fools episodes. Fine. Just know that on literally any other day, she's a well-meaning, good-natured girl who likes to crack jokes.

Side note: if my siblings groaned at every joke I made, best believe I'd feel some type of way. I went through the same thing she did in "No Laughing Matter" in school, but unlike her, I never fully recovered from it. Also, "Head Poet's Anxiety" is a GOATed episode.

Lynn: I have the most to say about her. This is probably an unpopular opinion, but I'mma say it anyway; Lynn is overhated. I'm sick of people saying that she hates Lincoln. Yes, she is rough with Lincoln sometimes, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care about him. She meant well in "Middle Men" despite her bad advice, went great lengths to help him in "The Loudest Yard", and she DID apologize in "No Such Luck". She's not a saint, no one on this show is, but she's not irredeemable either. It all depends on how the writers feel like portraying her.

Lincoln: It pains me to say that I can't relate to him since I'm not a middle child, and I rarely see my siblings anyway. That being said, I commend him for having the mental capacity to deal with siblings in the double digits. I love the Louds to death, but having that many siblings (in one house, mind you, on top of four pets) would have me pressed every 15 minutes.

Lucy: Not gonna lie, on a normal day, I DO have only one facial expression and one tone of voice.

Lana: If getting my hands dirty is the price to pay for holding a small frog, it's a price I'm willing to pay.

Lola: While her and I have opposite personalities, I will say one thing; I don't like standing in mud, either. I think she's overhated, too, like, she has plenty of episodes that paint her in a positive light. Also, do you guys honestly expect a six-year-old to be well-behaved? I sure as hell wasn't! (I know she's seven now, don't @ me)

Lisa: I am (sometimes) smort. Unrelated, but sometimes I regret having science as my favorite subject in school, because there IS such a thing as knowing too much. The things I Google for my fics... 😰😰

Lily: She's adorable, even after attending preschool. She's the only fictional toddler I know who can throw a tantrum for being constipated ("Appetite for Destruction") and not have me hate her for it.

Lynn Sr./Rita: Are they the best parents? Hell no. But listen, even if they don't always punish their kids when they should, they TRY. And in this day and age, trying is all we can do. They make attempts to be good parents, and I respect that.

But those are just MY thoughts. Tell me yours in the comments.

#the loud house #my thoughts #lori loud #leni loud #luna loud #luan loud #lynn loud jr #lincoln loud #lucy loud #lana loud #lola loud #lisa loud #lily loud #lynn loud sr #rita loud

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tooxmanyxships · 2 years ago

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In response with the challenge to kinda give u an idea which u can make a story out of that’ll make u cry ,

A critically ill Nico trying to contact Lewis, but since the number is unregistered, Lewis refused to pick up. Nico thought that was Lewis response, thought he hadn’t forgiven him yet, and just settled for a written letter, forbidding anyone from telling him (since it’s clear that he was not interested). It took some friends (their former grid mates) hounding and screaming at Lewis for him to go and visit, but once he went, it’s already too late, Nico is gone. And Lewis can only fall to his knees, beg Nico to answer, and upon reading the letter, he can only cry, he came too late, he was too late.

Ah nonnie, you really took my challenge to heart and I absolutely love you for that!

Y'all better be ready....

Warning: character death

Nico just stares at the doctor when he shows him his test results.

They're not good. Not good at all.

A month. Maybe two. That's all they're giving him.

It's not fair. It's not fair at all.

What has he ever done wrong to deserve this.

There's no cure, so Nico refuses any kind of treatment.

It might give him a longer lifespan, but he doesn't care if it's not a lifelong cure.

He has a month to say goodbye to his loved ones.

His parents, his kids, his ex-wife, his friends.

And that one person who's always in the back of his mind.

The person he ends up calling first when he walks out of the doctor's cabinet at the hospital.

His phone's dead, he forgot to charge it, so he manages to ask a nurse where he can make a call.

How he actually manages to do that is all a blur to him.

It's a damn pay phone. He didn't even know they still existed.

Luckily he doesn't need his phone to get the number. He memorized it by heart.

It goes to voicemail. Of course it does.

Why did he even call him?

He hangs the phone back up with a sigh, not leaving a message.

He's gonna go say goodbye to the people who do still care about him.

He was just a fool to believe that mister 7 time world champion was still one of those people.

~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~

He decides to gather all of them all together, so he only has to explain himself and do this once.

And with them he doesn't mean his family and closest friends, because they already know.

'Them' are past and current f1 drivers Nico's always liked and vice versa.

He explains what's going on and does his personal goodbyes. But before he lets them leave his apartment, he forces them to do one last thing for him.....

"You can't tell Lewis." As expected, some of them are ready to argue (especially Sebastian), so he holds up his hand and continues. "He didn't pick up his phone when I called him. I don't think he'll care. Please. Swear to me that none of you will tell him."

They eventually assure him that they won't tell his long lost childhood friend that he's dying.

But he doesn't trust them. He knows them.

Nico leaves the next day to Greece.

It's the one place he knows he can find peace at before he dies.

Covered in memories.

~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~

"You need to talk to Nico."

Lewis frowns at Daniel, who's pulled him aside.

As if Seb's bombardment of texts weren't enough, now Daniel started too?

"Why would I do that?" it's not like Nico had been trying to talk to him either.

"Because.... I just think you guys need to talk. It's important, Lewis."

And okay, being told a million times in texts by someone is one thing, but getting the message in person hits differently.

Daniel's facial expressions and whole body language are very worrying.

"Okay, what's going on here? First cryptic texts from Seb. Now you." Lewis crosses his arms over his chest. "What is this about Nico that's so important?"

Daniel shakes his head, "I can't tell you. You need to hear it from him."

"Daniel - - -"

"He's in Greece. You probably know where." Daniel puts his hand on Lewis' arm and gives it a squeeze. "Don't wait too long."

That last sentence was so ominous, it gave him the shivers.

Greece.

He had to get there as soon as he could.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~****************~~~~~~~~~~

Watching the sunset one last time on his balcony really was beautiful.

It was time. He knew it was.

The nurse who cared for him at the house he bought had brought him to the balcony in his wheelchair.

He was too weak to walk anymore. He was too weak to do anything that was really physical.

He could still write a little, so, writing his name at the end of the letter he spend too much time on writing.

His hands were shaking as he folded the letter so it would fit into the envelope.

'Lewis' was written on the front of the envelope.

He gave the envelope to his house nurse.

"Make sure he gets this."

He doesn't know how she would do it, but, she promised him she'd deliver the letter and he has a feeling she'd do anything to make that happen.

"You may leave now."

He can feel her hands on his shoulders. The soft kiss dropped into his hair. Footsteps walking away.

He stares out into the sunset and smiles.

It's time.

'Goodbye Lew....'

~~~~~~~~~~***************~~~~~~~~~~

Lewis doesn't have to go searching where Nico is when he arrives in Greece.

He still knows the address and the way to it like the back of his hand.

The building still looks the same as when he was young.

Except for now - - - Now there's an ambulance parked in front of the door.

Two men riding a stretcher come out of the door. There's a body on the stretcher.

A very still body. Covered with a sheet.

There's some blond hair sticking out at the top---

No.

No no no no.....

This can't be happening.

It can't be him.

But it is him.

As the stretcher rattles on the stones in the driveway, the sheet drops a little and Lewis can see the beautiful face of his once called best friend.

Lewis can't move. All he can do is stare at the lifeless face.

He jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder. It's a feminine hand and for a second he's scared to be faced with Vivian, but as he turns around, it's not her.

It's a woman with a nurse badge pinned to her skirt.

"Sir Lewis Hamilton?"

All he can do is nod. It's not rare that people recognize him of course.

He looks surprised when she holds out an envelope, eyes widening when he recognizes the handwriting.

"I've been mister Rosberg's nurse up until his last day. He asked me to give you this letter. Everything is explained inside it."

His hand is shaking as he takes the envelope from her hand and opens up the envelope.

"I'll leave you to it," the nurse says softly, resting her hand on his back for a moment before walking back inside.

Lewis unfolds the letter, holding it in one shaking hand as he reads.

*-*

Lew, (I refuse to write dear)

If you're reading this letter, it means I'm not here anymore.

Truth is, I've been sick for some time now and it's taken its toll.

About 2 months ago I found out I was terminally ill.

Weirdly enough, you were the first one I called. You didn't pick up.

Now that I think back on it, I think it's maybe because I called with a payphone at the hospital.

Back then I thought you still hadn't forgiven me.

And after that, I just didn't want to bother you, because I didn't think you'd care.

I told some of our old friends of the grid and made them promise not to tell you anything.

If you're reading this, it means they kept their promise.

Or you couldn't come sooner.

Or....

You just didn't care.

I really hope it's not the latter.

I want you to know that this house is yours now.

You can do with it what you want.

The paperwork is ready for you to be signed. Then it's not the Rosberg vacation home anymore.

Whatever you do, I hope you still cherish the memories.

Oh.... I changed the house number. Had to pull some strings, but I did it. And it's worth it.

If you haven't already seen it, just look on the door.

I hope you think it was worth it too.

If there's one thing that I usually wasn't, it's a coward.

But one thing I regret not telling you is - - -

I love you, Lewis.

I finally found the balls to say it.

Now when it's too late.

Please don't hate me.

Live your life to the fullest.

Make me even prouder than I already was, am, and always will be.

Goodbye, Pu.

Yours,

Nico

P.S. I came to Greece to spend my last days at the place I always felt closest to you. It helped me. I hope it'll help you too. If you decide to keep the house.

*-*

He's shaking.

His whole body is trembling as one hand is clutching the letter, the oher clasped to his mouth.

He looks up at the door and he almost drops the letter.

On the door, painted in need black lettering, is the number '644'.

It's too much.

Lewis drops to his knees, biting into his own hand as a devastating sob rips through his throat.

He wants to scream but he can't.

All he can do is clutch on to the letter and cry.

Cry until he has no more tears left.

He was too late.......

Too late to even say goodbye.

~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~

Newsflash: F1's 2016 world champion Nico Rosberg passed away at his family's vacation house in Greece. His family hopes their privacy will be respected as they mourn their loved one.

~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~

Newsflash: F1's 7 times world champion Lewis Hamilton has announced his retirement from the sport. Rumors say he's moving to Greece but the former driver has given no comments on it yet. What definitely is the truth is that this man will be sorely missed on the grid.

~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~

Newsflash: Sir Lewis Hamilton spotted in Greece, brandishing his new clothing line; 'Pu 644'. Where it comes from, our guess is as good as yours. We're thinking a certain childhood friendship definitely needed to be honored in style.

#brocedes #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #tw: death #lewis hamilton/nico rosberg #Ready for heartbreak?

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criminalmindswhore · 2 years ago

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What just happened?

Jemily!

Emily and JJ had been undercover at a club in LA for almost an hour and nothing seemed to stick out. The rest of the team were watching through the security cameras as a man approached the two of you who were dancing but also profiling. "Hi, ladies!" The two stopped dancing and JJ almost vomited at the scent he gave off. "Which of you lucky ladies wanna come home with me tonight." He leaned against a nearby table and smiled proudly. "Look at their faces, something's off." Morgan pointed out how the female agents were trying to contain their facial expressions. Emily was trying to figure out this guy and JJ immediately recognized the scent, death. "I'm sorry my man but we're both taken." He stood straight up and got angry fast, "So two hot girls, come to the club, not looking for a hookup? That's bullshit, you're lying to me." Emily laughed, "Women are allowed to go out just to dance and have fun together." He shook his head and started talking with his hands rambling on about how the two were sluts for that. JJ eventually stepped in, "You don't ever, call my girlfriend," she grabbed Emily's hand, "a slut. Got it?" The man stopped moving and sighed, "Oh so you're dykes?" The two nodded and an "duh" kind of way. "Even better." He grabbed JJ's wrist and tried to pull her into him. He didn't succeed as Emily punched his wrist to make him let go. "Hotch move in, it's him." Emily spoke. "What the hell? You're cops?" JJ pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her purse, "Actually," she passed them to Emily who now had him face down on the table, "we're FBI."

As the handcuffs clinked shut the rest of the team walked to them and Morgan grabbed the guy, at this point everyone in the club was watching them, some even recording. "Joshua Livingston you are under arrest for the murders of 8 women." As Morgan started the Miranda Rights and walked him out of there, Emily spoke to Hotch, "I'm gonna go take a second in the bathroom before we leave." The team knew she was gay so it was understandable, he called them dykes. Emily was attacked in high school by some kids in Germany. They carved the word dyke into her back. It was small but painful. So she got her first of 4 tattoos. JJ followed her and pushed the door open before Emily could lock it. JJ locked it behind her as Emily laid her head against the wall steaming with anger. "A dyke? Is dyke the worst he could've done? Not a sinner or disgusting, anything would hurt less." JJ was the only one who knew what happened in Germany. Emily started pacing, "Those kids in Germany ruined my life for me. They outed me to my mother and made me develop an eating disorder for pretty much all of college until I got my tattoo." The team stopped in their tracks realizing Emily and JJ left their mics on and they could hear everything. They didn't know what to do, so no one moved. "Emily, I know it's a painful word, but it's just a stupid word. You shouldn't let it affect you this much. Fuck the word." Emily snickered, "You can't fuck a word Jay." She received a slap on the arm for that. "But seriously thank you JJ."

The two hugged and as they started to pull away, it felt as though someone was pushing them closer together. JJ swallowed as Emily pulled her against her by her waist and started to lean in. JJ met her in the middle and their lips collided. Emily's hands rested on JJ's waist as JJ pulled her hands up to cup the brunette's face and eventually tangled in her hair as the two kissed for what seemed like ages. "What just happened?" Rossi asked as he pulled the earpiece out. "I guess we'll find out soon enough," Spencer said with a smirk and took his out too. The two kissing agents eventually pulled away with swollen lips and breathless. Realization hit Emily a little too late when her eyes landed on the mic pinned to the blonde's dress. "Shit. JJ, our mics." JJ stepped back and picked the mic up to her mouth, Morgan was still standing listening and laughing at the twos realizing the mics were on. "Derek Morgan you're a perv." JJ's voice very loudly came through the earpiece and Morgan winced in pain before ripping it out. The females laughed and walked outside. "You're a jerk." Morgan bluntly stated as they exited the doors. "And you're a perv. Let's go home." They all laughed and flooded into the SUVs no one wanting to talk about the kiss.

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily

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minalblood · 1 year ago

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And finally , long awaited ep 12. Sorry guys !!!

- We start off with one of the characters not wanting to deal with whatever they're dealing with. That's not gonna be relevant throughout I'm sure...

- Have I mentioned that I hate clowns? Cuz hate clowns

- Ah yes! Dean discussing lying to yourself, also gonna be relevant. But I'm even more intrigued that he ties this need for dishonesty intrinsically to hunting.

- John is completely lying to himself and projecting hard on Mary. Not that Mary isn't also lying to herself. Interestingly, John and Mary are the most evenly split here between Sam or Dean coding.

- ok, as someone who has a veritable collection of tarot decks that I also use, I'm so fucking happy to see the Minor Arcana mentioned in fiction. Especially since most just add in Major Arcana cards with little to no relevance or meaning as to why those cards drawn are Majors. And yeah, the witches here aren't doing a reading, but I still love to see Swords and Pentacles mentioned! Might even be a cheeky hint as to how the main witch operates since swords are commonly related to the mental aspect and pentacles to the material/monetary (Known in some decks as coins even). And what is she doing if not playing a mind game in order to win the game and gain the reward for it.

-God, she's an asshole to Ada! No one is an asshole to Ada!

- Well, Limbo def is an apt name. He def acts like a type of inbetween state where you're not dead but you sure aren't living either. I also find it fascinating in the context of Purgatory. Because to Dean Purgatory was pure (or better put for our purposes here, was unfiltered truth) whereas Limbo here is pure avoidance. Essentially ,if Purgatory worked as a place where Dean could be as uncomplicated and true as he could (which yes, that's very much an oversimplification) then Limbo is pure pretending/fake.

- And Mary is once again trying to take command, only here John is refusing, is pushing back against it, where before he'd have gone along or even tried to get the others to fall in line acting as mediator.

- The misdirect of the brother is hilarious in hindsight, they gave him such menacing music as background.

- Love that we have clear signs that if at all possible witches will try to hide.

- ROWEEEEENNNNAAAAA!!!!!

-John & Lata, hell yeah! Love that she's checking in with him and that she makes sure to clarify that she's the one asking. And gives him the space he's clearly asking for, not pushing against his lie.

- Meanwhile, Mary& Carlos have a much more direct convo but no less empathetic though still focused on John interestingly enough.

- Adore that Carlos was so so shocked by her outburst and then again that she was faking.

- Love a soul trade that is basically a trap

- The way Carlos just forgot their cover. Hahahahaha OMG!!! I love them!

- And the echoes of Sam begin in earnest - parents dead, older brother trying to parent but not having the tools to do so, younger brother running away...

- It's interesting that Limbo was trying to remain in a perpetually happy state (and targetted those he saw as needing the same) but Clarence ended up essentially in a state of perpetual grief. He says he wishes he'd helped Roger through his grief but he himself just traded the grief of his parents death with that of Roger's being taken. An interesting contrast between Limbo & Clarence, and a clear echo of SPN!John there also - mild but present.

- Oh, Carlos,you absolute sweetheart! And no argument against the "you were just a kid too" statement, love to see it!

- OK, now comes me trying to argue that this Rowena is our Rowena. Exhibit A: she was so clearly lying about the Grimoire and not the fact that the MOL stole it - her facial expressions to me read very much like she just made up an excuse to be there and help Ada. We've seen how Romena acts when she's actually trying to get a powerful Grimoire, this was not it. at all. This felt more like her keeping appearences than actually working an angle.

- Neverming, forgot she literally spells it out for us. In other words though, I was right.

-I choose to believe that the demon trapped in the plant is somehow, someway related to her getting Crowley back. I love Crowley so I will not accept any other meaning here. I'd have loved to see what they wanted to do with Rowena later on. Ugh every day I mourn that we didn't get more of this show.

- I take back John projecting. I would actually like to formally apologize to John here cuz Mary is doing the tried and true "dealing with emotions" approach that Sam uses everytime aka she is trying to dictate how John should be reacting to kyle's murder just because he isn't reacting like how she thinks he should be. I do love seeing them fight here, It's a whole mess they've found themselves in and haven't dealt with it at all so far. Make sense it'll all come to a head in this away. John is actually our Dean-mirror here. This fight also echoes the fight between Sam & Dean at Mia Vallens place (word for word even, in some places).

- Also love that John pushes back. And especially that he puts to words what I think a lot of the fandom has said some variation of. That as long as there's one more hunt, a world to save, people in danger then considering an alternate future

becomes that much harder to go towards... And that's not to say this applies 1 to 1 to Sam and Dean, because they quite literally didn't have a choice, but it does speak to the fact that you can't really move forward until you let go of the past that's holding you back or more so even - though we're moving away from what this ep has to say with this - that you can't really heal from trauma til you're out of the traumatizing situation.

- And continuing our Sam echoes here, it's in fact Mary who's 1st approached by Limbo, Mary who's pain calls out while all the eyes were on John (and once more I'm reminded of the

Werther Box and how it was Sam who nearly killed himself due to a Rowena hallucination via the Box that got so much worryingly closer than Dean who we saw from the start got hit by the spell)

"John: Mary wait for me

Mary: Nope! I do what I want (proceeds to get taken by monster) " oh how the turn tables...

- I gotta say, this wasn't John's fault here. Mary wasn't ok far before their fight and if it had just beenmthe fight then John would've been taken too then. I actually think Limbo might've been honing into people who were, yes in crisis, but refusing to deal with it just like he had been, people looking to bargain away the negativity in their life for even a false sense of happiness.

- I also gotta mention this is the...2nd monster who's source of power is a mirror (Loki/Gabe being the 1st) Are there others that I'm missing? Is this a pattern?? I don’t remember, pls lemme know.

- Carlos you absolute king! Once more being the one to offer the practical solution, Lata is our theoretical queen though, let it be known,

- FFS! Rowena literally says she's looking for info ABOUT CROWLEY! Is my memory so bad or is my subconscious so active?

-Oh Rowena, there was no need to hurt Ada. Why must two bad bitches fight eachother?!

- Ah John, there you are, stumbling straight into danger. Couldn't let Mary have this one, could you?

- Hate clowns!

- Don't mind Limbo that much right now.

- Wait!!!. John cheated his way here... like he cheated his way into the army, like he, technically, cheated his way to hunting (he's MOL legacy afterall)

- "We never have to fight again about my future or your anger" jesus christ, skinning me alive would hurt less than this line. After all, what causes the whole fight in SPN to occur if not Mary's lack of a future and John's resulting anger (spurned by grief) My god, this fucking line from Mary.

- John is truly our Dean mirror here "it wouldn't be real" echoes so much Dean's feelings about heaven

- Also the pain in John's eyes, even as he is forced to smile might haunt me almost as much as Dean faking a smile in season 7. And I legit cannot look at that scene with Dean.

- Nooo, not the clowns ...

- Carlos and that big heart of theirs saves the day. I love it.

- Lata is however absolutely hilarious here though.

- l love Rowena so much. And she's gorgeous as always!

- Of course we'll be dealing with souls being used up, tiny Jack and Lily Sunder echo, nice!

- Exhibit B for Rowena, she just vanishes into thin air, not her usual way of leaving prior to Queen of Hell status

- Ugh, the "it's been 30 years" since Clarence has seen his brother. The Mary resurection of it all. And John with the "better than never seeing them again" hits hard man!

- Oh Mary, sweetheart.

- I like their resolution a lot. And Millie just giving them all the good news

- Yes Lala you figured it out baby!

- And Ada, I know she ends up telling them, but god when this first aired the Winchester stupidity was fresh to mind so I was soooo concerned for her.

Just the finale left now, I am sad 😔 but excited!

See y'all then!

@noybusiness - thank you for the encouragements! Its finally here!

@shallowseeker - I love reading your thoughts on SPN and had a fantastic time beta reading for you so here's something for u to hoefully enjoy! Hope you feel better soon!

#spnwin #spnwin 1x12 #john winchester #latika #carlos cervantez #latika dar #ada monroe #mary campbell #dean winchester #spnwin rewatch #lata desai

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