#when I tell you I lost my mind in GLEE at the end of that first episode of the eleventh hr

[luludeluluramblings]

Dick Grayson's Obsession with Smalltown!Reader

A/N: Why dialogue hard? Why so hard? Y'all I tried, once again. I saved Dick for last because I really really really did not want to screw up his character. I did end up adding a scene from Part Seven in here. Just to give it some pizzazz.

A/N: Part Eight is in the works, but it’s either gonna be massive or I’m going to have to divide it up. Also, people be posting so straight up fire in the Yandere Bat tags lately. Good stuff, I needed that.

Warnings: Yandere themes, physical affection.

Out of everyone, Dick was the most enthusiastic about Reader coming to Wayne manor, while also being the most melancholic. The tragedy of their arrival wasn't lost on him, despite the thrill he had over the thought of having another person to add to hi life. Already, the need and wanted to smoother them in comfort and care was there. But, the life experiences he had allowed him to realize it was probably best not to overwhelm them.

Therefore, it came out in short burst of staggering affection at times. But, only when he was visiting. (There was no denying the fact that he was extremely tempted to call them on the phone just to make sure they were settling in just fine. And, that he fought that temptation every single night.)

That didn't stop him from feeling some minor annoyance with Bruce for keeping the fact that they existed a secret. Dick had seen the affects of this life and even felt them, but to let the family nearly miss out on something so honeyed with normalcy was cruel. (It would have been preferred if they didn't have to lose their parents in order to join the rest of the family, but it was hard to think like with how busy his schedule was and soft they felt in his arms.)

Admittedly he may have latched on to them too hard in the beginning. They felt stiff the first time his arms wrapped around them. The guilt of it gurgled in his throat, which is why he cut it short and went about his business. But, he couldn't stop the urge to do so each time they crossed each other's paths in the manor halls.

And, much to his glee, they start to soften. Slowly, but surly, they start to cling to him a little longer when his arms wrap around them. They start to depend on him. For once the thought of someone so conventional depending on him as Dick rather than as Nightwing, because everyone seems to depend on him as Nightwing, doesn't fill him with anxiety. It makes his chest flutter in a different way. Not with anxious butterflies, but with a flicker of a warmth.

It's completely innocent, the way the craving starts. He has to talk himself out of rearranging his entire schedule to be around them. Especially after the kidnapping incident. But, the Rouge break out gives him plenty of work to distract himself, and more frequent chances to find them in the manor for a dose of his new source of comfort.

His feelings finally start to become clear when rather than holding him longer and tighter, they finally reach for him themselves.

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“And, how is my favorite person today?” Already Dick has his arms opened wide for you when you walk out of the kitchen. He always appears from the depths of the manor, before he wraps around you like a slow creeping vine blooming with all sorts of sentiments.

"Alfred was doing good last I saw." But, by now you've grown to appreciate the way the tendrils curl around your limbs and burrow themselves into you. A small grin forming on your face at the chance to finally have someone to talk to, even if he isn't consistent company.

"Alfred isn't my favorite person, and you know it." The banter between them enjoyable and the undertones of his words ignorable in your obliviousness. "But, seriously, how are you doing today? You look like you have something on your mind. If it is you can tell me, you know that right?" The concern pouring put of his lips, as his grip tightens.

He had seen you through the cameras and had overheard the longing phone calls. The fact that your birthday was coming up had crossed his mind, and the realization that this would be your first without your parents did register in his brain. (But, it would also be you first with them. With him.) Bringing it up to you seemed like a bad idea. But, he would still try to encourage you to spill your feelings to him.

"No, no. It's nothing I promise." Your reply was soft and dismissive. But, the dishonesty was noticeable in it still.

Dick's arms seemed to tighten around you as you spoke, as if he was trying to decode the root of your troubles from the way your heart was beating against his chest. Eventually, he does loosen his limbs around you.

As he looks down, you known and he knows you’re lying. For a moment you think he going to push. To try to choke the words out of your lungs with another tight squeeze. But, he doesn't. Instead he lets you breathe.

"Okay," is all he says.

No extra nor unnecessary words. No constant reassurance that he'll always be there for you. Just a single word and the room to breathe. Those other things have already been said. Multiple times, in fact.

It's this one instance where he lets you breath that somehow gives you lungs the air it needs to blurt out what's bothering you as he pulls away.

"I wanna go home." The words escape your lips when you finally exhale and reach for him. The words coarse. "I just really want to go home for a bit. I miss home. I miss my family. I just—“

Dick doesn't even let you get halfway before he's enveloping you again. A slight tremble in his hands as he sprouts around you once more.

This. This is what he's wanted. You coming to him with your raw feelings. And, he knows he's the first person you've said this to at all.

"How can I help you?" He asks instead of questioning the statement.

"Can you help me convince Bruce to let me go, please, Dick?” The tentative way you ask and look up at him has him caving immediately.

"Of course!" Perhaps it was a good thing you didn't grow up in Wayne manor. If Bruce hadn't spoiled you, he most definitely would have. "I'll bring it up to B as soon as he gets back."

"He's gone?" You hadn't been informed of him even leaving, but then again, you were hardly every informed about anything it seems.

"Yeah, work emergency. It wasn't a big deal, but he'll be back soon." Dick can sense the mild tone shift, but manages to shift it back to something more lighthearted. "I'll make sure to butter him up for you. I swear. Puppy-dog eyes and everything."

It works, because before he can even clutch you to his chest you already wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled yourself towards him. Just the way you hug him tells him how genuine this type of embrace is. This is how you hold people. And, now, this is how you hold him.

"Thank you, Dick. Thank you." Comes your muffled reply into his chest.

The way you nuzzle into him like that's where you belong, because that's where you do belong, and the way you say his name causes his heart to melt. And, his mind to slowly sinks into the puddle it became.

Dick could stay like this for hours, but you start to pull away after a solid minute.

"I should let you get going. I know you got a lot of stuff to do." Your words sound so hopeful and understanding as you him go. The way you look up at him like he is your hero just for this simple small thing is touching.

Inwardly, he curses. The criminals of Gotham. The criminals of Blüdhaven, the team, the family, his schedule. Everything. He curses it all for that moment, because he could be holding you to his chest longer and having you look up at him like that instead. But, he lets it pass. He manages to let it go just as you pull away.

"Yeah, I do. But, don't think I'm going to brush off helping my favorite person in the world." Plastering on a well practiced pretty smile as he speaks.

"So, that means you got somebody more important off world? I see how it is." You tease in return as you fall for the practiced charm.

"Maybe." Dick lets the banter easy his mind. In reality, even off this world, you're probably his favorite, still. It should scare him, but it doesn't. "I'll let you know how Bruce takes the request. But, I'm prepared to sneak you out of here if necessary."

"I'll get the spy music ready, just incase." Things are starting to look up, and it's nice to have someone in your corner in this massive estate.

"Mission Impossible theme?" His grin become less practiced at the thoughts of having an adventure with you.

"Nah, the Pink Panther one. Just for the shenanigans." Your own grin growing wider and wider.

"Now I want to sneak you out just for fun." And, he means it. Already mentally planning your trip back home with him escorting you. And, then you possibly coming and staying in Blüdhaven with him in his guest room. Just to get you out of the manor, of course. Clearly you need it.

He can't ignore the way his pocket keeps buzzing, though. Clearly the others are in the cave waiting for him. But, they can wait a bit longer, he thinks diving in for one last embrace.

As you wholeheartedly reciprocate, he can see one of the secret security camera out the corner of his eye and he can't stop the smug smile from forming on his face as his gives you one last squeeze in front of it.

With the way his phone stills, he can tell the rest of them saw. It's not his fault they're too scared of physical affection to actually hug you. But, it does give him a monopoly on it with you.

As he makes his way down to the Batcave there's a skip in his step and that smug smile is still on his face.

He makes sure to look at everyone's faces as he joins them. Soaking up their envy. All of that wasn't to make them jealous, but it's kind of nice to have.

"Was all that necessary, Grayson?" Damian being the first to break the silence by practically spitting the words out through his gritted teeth. Even with his perfect poster the tension coiling in his limbs is visible to the untrained eye.

"Someone's got to be the one to do it, little D. And, clearly, they needed it." Dick's tone was placating, but his smile wasn't. The way he stands in the center of the room reminiscent of an orchestra conductor.

"Don't use them as an excuse for your touch-starved tendencies, Dick." Barbara retorted, rolling in her chair towards another computer. She immediately began typing on it at a furious pace, clearly trying to distract herself.

"Low blow, Babs." He whistled in return. Everyone else seemed focused on giving him the silent treatment causing his grin to widen further. "I can't help that I'm a naturally-"

"I just texted Bruce about it." Duke suddenly says, looking up from his phone with a smug grin. He face had been blank before, but the way his eyes glanced up at Dick and the others when there heads jerk towards him showed off a hint of self-satisfaction.

"That's cheating." Childishly spills from Dick's mouth. This was suppose to be his favor to them. His. Not anyone else's.

"Bruce doesn't get text while in the Watchtower." Stephanie points out while uncurling from her seat, but the damage is done.

"Could we contact Father in the Watchtower?" Damian practically leaps from his seat and rushes to the Batcomputer where Tim sits. Alliances quickly being drawn up.

"He'd be pissed if we contacted him for something like this." Jason adds with a grin. He doesn't bother looking up from cleaning his guns, just not at all bothered by the prospect of pissing Bruce off.

"But, then message would be logged into the League data base." Comes Barbara's stern voice from her computer, her typing coming to a pause. Tim still keeps at whatever he was working on before Dick walked into the cave, but on the screen there is a flash of airline websites so it's fairly easy to conclude what his plan of persuasion is.

Cassandra watches the exchange reading the emotions through everyone's movements. Silently, she throws her bid in as well. Choosing to slide over to Stephanie and signing the making of a plan.

From there it spirals into an all out argument between each and every member of the family. Debating logistics and exchanging petty insults that seems to go on for hours. Hardly anything gets done while words are being thrown around like bullets.

In the back of his mind, Dick once again curses everyone and everything for ruining this for him. But, he reassures himself, the banter from earlier comes back to him.

It's a decent plan, he thinks. Sneaking Reader out of the manor. Convincing Bruce would be ideal, but it wouldn't be the first time he's broken the rules. And, it's for their happiness and well being. They need him. They asked him for his help. Not the other's. Not anyone else's. His. Bruce will understand.

Besides, it would be nice to see the Smalltown they grew up in. It sounds like a quaint little place. What could possibly be wrong with it?

[inkedinserendipity]

oh my god, y'all. oh my god. moana 2 spoilers under the cut.

i am just?? i am speechless. i am literally still collecting my thoughts. right now i am just a mess of glee and relief and joy at watching that movie. the first movie meant so much to me!! and the most important part of it to me was the friendship between maui and moana, and i am so proud of the sequel for how they did that relationship right. i was stunned honestly by how faithful they were to what drove the first movie - maui coming to respect and care about this mortal, and moana caring about him and turn.

the first thing he does when he hears the gods are threatening moana is go no, this is between me and him! this isn't about her! don't even talk to me about the way he dove into the ocean after her!! without hesitation, even after he just lost his hook and his powers! (especially after the way he reacted to that exact same thing in the first movie, but in this one, instead of lashing out, instead of even pausing to think about it, he just goes in after her.) the panic in his voice when he finds heihei and demands, oh hell, where's moana. the way he mourned - god, that broke my heart. that was palpable. that was tangible. the song, aue, aue....

fuck me. FUCK me. if me from six years ago could've seen this, i would've been overjoyed. i'm tearing up now, even thinking about it. this story that i cared about so deeply has been continued with so much respect to what spoke the most to me.

the callbacks made me so freaking happy too! the mini-maui being just as much of a little shit, keeping score, the oar and the hook, oh and MOANA'S OAR becoming the symbol of her divinity? i lost my freaking mind! that was so good! and her ancestors - her grandmother, tala - being the one who ushered her into divinity - was so fucking good. we tell the stories of our elders in a never-ending chain. you could see it happen! in the symbol of te fiti, the swirl of people who gathered around her to bring her back to life!

the tie between community killed me too. how in the beginning of the movie, the meeting in motunui featured just moana and her father - and then toward the end, the structure was full of people.

i have so many more thoughts, about the musical callbacks, the refrains from the first movie (and, candidly, a number of critiques about the new characters and the strange pacing and lackluster and plot and weird music choices - basically everything but the friendship between our leading duo, tbh), but this was just...my heart is so full. i am so glad i got to see this movie. younger seren, you would've fucking loved this.

[monowritestoomuch]

Dilf!Seth headcanons?? I need Dilf Seth content..

EDIT: OML IM SO SORRY I DIDNT REALIZE THERE WERE DILF!SETH AUDIOS. So sorry! Just take this as my au and I’ll listen to those and write another one of these. That is not an au!

Notes: So sorry this was so late! I’ve been so busy lately so here you go anon! This isn’t exactly up my alley but I did my best. Enjoy!

MY AU!Dilf!Seth Headcannons

Dilf!Seth has a few grey hairs that you jest about every so often, making him roll his eyes and push his hair back, looking to see if there are actually grey hairs

When Dilf!Seth stands up from a chair, his knees crack and he arches his back, a large crack sounding and him making a grunting noise as you stifle a laugh and he asks you why you’re laughing.

Dilf!Seth is very tall, slightly shorter than he was in his younger years, but he was still tall by tall standards.

This caused you to always peck him on the nose as he covered you in kisses from chapped lips that you would trace your thumb over fondly, a gentle smile on your face and a loving smile on his.

Dilf!Seth has dimples when he smiles, only becoming more noticeable with time. 

Whenever he smiles at you warmly, causing his dimples to show, you peck a kiss on each cheek, giggling with glee as Seth feigns confusion before picking you up and tickling your sides, pecking kisses into your hair. 

Dilf!Seth loves grilling. It might be a Southern thing, it might just be a Dilf!Seth thing, but he loves grilling out on the back patio of the house during the summer. 

You better bet he’s grilling barbecue and that he has meats on the smoker, that have definitely been in the smoker for more than 6 hours at that point, but he tells you not to be impatient and that it’ll only taste good if it smokes for 48 hours, scouts honor.

He loves surprising you with gifts. Whenever he gets home from work, he’ll always bring you something. And on Fridays, he ALWAYS brings home ice cream, and it’s always your favorite flavor.

Dilf!Seth was always self-conscious of how he looked, having lost some of what he considered his ‘handsome looks’ from his youth, but you pay no mind, telling him he’s handsome all over and that while he might not look like a Hollywood rocker, but he's your Southern biker man. His eyes crinkle as he smiles, pecking a kiss to your lips.

Speaking of eye crinkles, Dilf!Seth has eye crinkles when he smiles, making him feel old, and you joke about them until he seems a bit upset about the crinkles, stopping your jokes and starting an apology and a nice, big, warm, hug. 

He and you end up cuddling on the couch on a Friday night, instead of going out like many of your friends. He and you cuddle up on the couch, under blankets with SEVERAL tubs of your favorite ice cream  being shared with two spoons between the both of you as you watch a terrible horror movie and you cuddle in closer to his large, warm chest.

Taglist: (None yet, let me know if you’d like to be added.) =)

[celesterayel]

the tragic heroes | percy jackson

pairing: percy Jackson ✩ ‧₊˚

IN WHICH — the tragic heroes and the tragedy that appeases the chaos.

The monster cackles in delight, its bulging eyes crinkling with glee and invoking disgust in all that have (and will) witness its countenance. Darkness hides all other pallors of rotting skin and luminously straining veins, slivers of shades of bruised blues and bloody reds clashing against the dark abyss of the room, that the monster has no use for as an entity of chaos.

Bells foil loudly in the distance, perturbing the distant silence of the castle with grating screeches only reaching the heights of noise as the pits of tartarus. It is a cacophony of choked laughter and perversive glee for the delicate steps that built the foundation for what is to come. And soon it shall!

The Fates have come knocking on the door of destiny and offered up to the beast the next great tragedy that shall put all the others to shame. A deal for judgement and devastation. The Fates have weaved through sorrows befitting the leagues of Icarus's falling and Achille's lost love, enthralling the vices of Aphrodite's cruel methods that end with aching lips and entranced poets--forever written into history. They have searched the sands of time and bid the eons of creation for this.

The monster lounges forward as if the visions in the water will disappear and greedily drinks forth the taste of cataclysmic devotion and the etchings of pain in the cosmos as the moonlight of the water provides the burning echoes from lips that shall taste the sweetest sin and ache for it in every other lifetime. What a lovely destruction this will be.

The monster pitches out, “It has begun, young little hero. Such pretty sorrows..."

The Fates have certainly outdone themselves. This story will be one for the ages to come and even after!

The walls haunch over and enclose the story in its grasp, keeping it their secret even if only just a bit longer. It reeks of desperation and devastation--the greatest ones always do.

Voices of the damned and lost screech out in laughter, the entity mocks in pity or sadness all the same: "Wretched Greek story doomed to repeat like it has every lifetime; the pour of ichor waning between reality and prophecies about to drip, drip, drip down the pages. Except in this one, it seems perhaps the gods made a mistake choosing you for him. He has no qualms choosing you over all else. I must say, I shall have fun watching the Earth burn and Olympus fall down--the chaos it shall bring...delightful! Blessing or curse we have yet to see! It seems I have a new tale to tell when the cursed half-bloods come crooning at my gates to weep. My, what marvelous tunes!”

The beast could taste the tears and heartache that slide right off this tale, so presently tasteful.

My, my what marvelous fortunes to come indeed.

The Savior of Olympus., Son of the Seas, Percy Jackson. The Survivor.

The Great One, Daughter of the Heavens, Callopeia Iris. The Tragedy.

"Finally a story for the gods below who ache for destruction and tragedy like it was made for them. They shall have a riot."

The Tragic Heroes.

✩ ‧₊˚ author note i was doing physics and calc hw and this came into my mind and now thinking of creating a full on fanfic on ao3 and wattpad based on the dialogue i wrote. i apologize for being so inactive and for the requests in my inbox. swear I have alot planned and written but classes are kicking me rn. i just needed to post this cuz i think it sounded really good :)

[bitchysouljellyfish]

Reassurance

Monk Tav is doubting herself. Good thing Tara is there to set her straight.

Border by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Strange how life works.

One day, you're out on a mission for your temple, quarterstaff resting comfortably in your hand as you trek through the streets of Baldur’s Gate looking for an inn to rest your head for the night before setting off bright and early in search of new and bright eyed recruits to send to the Order of the Yellow Rose to begin their training.

And then you’re abducted by a mindflayer ship, have a tadpole inserted into your skull, escape said nautiloid by crashing it, meet the craziest bunch of strangers you'd ever meet in your life, fight countless monsters, fall in love with the man you pulled out of a stone, subsequently save the world and now you're in Waterdeep, resting comfortably on a chaise in front of a roasting fire as the beginnings of winter makes its way through the Sword Coast with a tressym relaxing while you both wait for your fiancé to come back from shopping.

It is very strange how life works.

Tav never would've expected this was how her life would've turned out. She expected to spend the rest of her days in service to the temple, becoming a Grand Master and then training the next warriors of the Era before dying of whatever the gods deemed fit for her. But now? Now she was envisioning a future far from violence and grueling training, replaced with wedding bells, a dress her future mother in law wanted to help her find, and even considering tiny feet with even tinier tails and little nubs for horns.

That was in a not so distant future, however. First, Tav would have to deal with present problems. Mainly gaining the favor of the tressym before her and getting out of her own head.

Tara was like a second mother in law. Don’t mistake her, Tav adored the tressym and she was fairly certain she liked her as well, but there wasn’t much the two had in common. Tav wanted to know everything about Gale's life, and the ones most important to him, but having small talk?

She’d rather spend 12 hours in the Hashi with the grandmasters. It was awkward and so mind numbingly boring! There had to be a better way to get to know Tara better, and by extension, Morena. Nobody wants a daughter in law they know nothing about. Thankfully, sitting by the balcony with a book on her lap about the latest experiments of the thunder wave spell and its effects on the body, she finally had her chance.

Gale was out, getting… something he wouldn’t tell her, but Tara had stayed behind, napping and cozily roasting her feet by the fire to combat the first chills of Waterdeep until a flurry of wings interrupted her sleep. Almost immediately Tara perked up and got into position to pounce on the unsuspecting pigeon. Her wings positioned tight against her body while her rear end wiggled.

Tav had to cover her mouth to stifle the giggles as her own tail flicked back and forth with glee against the couch. That caught Tara’s attention as well, unfortunately, the wide open pupils narrowed into tiny slits again.

“Oh, please forgive me Tara. I don’t mean to laugh,” she says, curling her tail around her feet. “Its just- I love the look on your face when you get so determined like that.”

“Not to worry, Tav.” Tara left the pigeon alone and hopped onto the arm of the chair she was sitting on. “You probably got me at just the right time. I did promise Mr. Dekarios to leave some of the pigeon population alone, but he said nothing about watching the little devils.”

“Gale was probably just worried about any messages being lost.” She says and sets the book to the side. “Are you hungry, Tara? I could cook something for you! Despite what Gale and the others have said about my cooking, I have perfected some dishes.”

“Don’t trouble yourself, my dear.” A tiny paw pats the back of her hand, almost motherly. “Not hungry, just a bit bored I’m afraid. Mr. Dekarios said he would bring something back for the both of us and now it has me sitting on pins and needles.” Tara’s ears perked up before laying flat against her head. “Oh dear, I’ve said too much.”

“No, No, Its ok!” It was nice to hear Gale was planning something. “I promise, I won’t tell a soul you said something, but if you’re bored why don’t we do something together? We could play lanceboard, or um let’s see…”

A soft chuckle came from the winged feline before her, stretching herself out as she climbed onto Tav’s lap. “why are you so nervous my dear? It is just old Tara, we’re all part of the same family. Or will be once you and Mr. Dekarios settle on a wedding date.”

Tav sighed and leaned back against the cushions, hovering her hand over Tara’s soft fur before being granted permission to pet. “but you aren’t just Tara. You’re Gale’s oldest and most dearest friend, practically a second mother to him. I’m just- forgive me it’s silly of me.”

“Its not silly if it’s causing you this much turmoil. Come now,” she hopped off her lap and pulled at Tav’s tail with a quickly conjured Mage Hand-well Paw- to lead her. “Come have some tea. I know Gale bought some of that delicious jasmine tea just for you that I myself have been dying to try.”

Tav fumbled with her fingers as she followed the tressym, feeling more and more like a bumbling fool than a respected monk of the Order of the Yellow Rose. She could beat down goblins, minotaurs, mindlfayers, hell she defeated the Elder Brain and lived to tell the tale!

But Gale wasn’t a problem she could just train and fight away. He wasn’t a problem at all, mind you, but he meant everything to her. Her first true love, the man she saved the world with and the one who encouraged her every step of the way and looked at her with such love she had no idea what to do with it. Tav wanted to make sure she was just as good as he thought she was, the person that he told his family about. Tav wasn’t sure if she could handle them being disappointed in who she really was.

She felt so weak for being like this, but at the same time hated doubting her feelings. For all the good the monks did for her, regulating emotions was not one of the skills taught. Gale had been blissfully patient, waiting while she literally punched her feelings out and comforted her with bandages around her knuckles and a healing potion to amend the damages she’d done to herself.

Gale made her feel like a teenager with their first crush, fumbling over themselves trying to get the feelings out while Gale just… did it. He did it with such ease it made the monk jealous and made her cheeks frightfully warm while all she could do was silence his praises with a kiss that hopefully took his breath away. It was rather ridiculous , as they were to be married some time soon.

Tara showed her where Gale had kept the tea and waited patiently while it brewed, loafing on the table.

“Now, tell Tara what's on your mind. I can guarantee that this conversation stays just between the two of us. “

Tav smiled and poured them each a cup. “Thank you for this. I just…” She chewed on her lip. “I cant help but feel out of my element. Domesticity, peace, tranquility. The monks spoke about it all the time, but it's so different than actually living it. I'm not complaining, don’t misunderstand me, Waterdeep is amazing and I love Gale with my entire being, but…”

“You feel as if you're waiting for the ball to drop.” Tara finished for her. “so to speak?”

Tav sighed and drummed her nails against the tea cup. “Yes. I feel as if Gale will one day realize he wants a real wife, one who can cook without burning a dish, who had a normal upbringing, one who doesn't… doesn't have nightmares about battles long past and can go out for a walk without constantly looking over her shoulder. I’m afraid I’ll be alone again, and I'm not sure I can handle that heart break.”

Tara ignored her cup of tea and trotted over to her side. “My dear, if you think that Gale would ever do such a thing I'm afraid you don't know him at all.”

“Huh?”

Tara put a paw on her hand, “You truly haven't seen the way that man looks at you when you don't notice or what he has done to make you comfortable here. And I don't mean that to sound cruel, I'm sure Gale hid it from you on purpose. Look over there, under the spice rack. That is a cookbook filled with recipes for warriors to keep their energy and maintain their physique. In his desk, he has a book on learning Infernal because he knows you mutter to yourself as you plan your next training session, and he wants to speak to you in your mother tongue. My, when we were out shopping the other day, he stopped a tiefling couple to ask about tail language so he could better understand your emotions.”

As Tara continued, Tav’s face kept getting warmer, her tail beat against the floor with her growing joy and her heart beat ever faster. How had she not noticed any of this? She prides herself on her perception, but all of this slipped past her detection?

“That isn't to say you don't put in the same effort. I've seen the way you clean up his potions, reading your own books on magic and the Weave to understand his passion better. I've also seen the look of complete and utter joy you have on your face when he goes on about his lectures. You don't patronize him, you don't roll your eyes, you pay attention as if you were one of his students. Yes, you two met and went through incredible circumstances, but that means you two have seen each other at your worst and still live each other with everything you have. My dear, Mrs. Dekarios absolutely adores you because you make him so happy! Believe me when I say you have nothing to worry about.”

Tara gasped when two hands went under her front limbs and she was brought into a tight hug with the subtle dampness that was beginning to grow on her fur. She nudged her head against Tav’s chin to comfort her. “Oh no, did I say something wrong? It wasn’t my intention to-“

“No, you said everything right.” Tav sniffed to try and avoid getting about and tears in her fur. “I cant believe- I didn't realize, but thank you, Tara, for everything.” The tiefling set her back down gently, wiping her face as she did. “I… I love him so much, so much so that I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much. And to have that confirmation makes it all the sweeter. You’re a wonderful friend Tara, and I’m so thankful to be apart of your family.”

Tara rubbed against her face and purred loudly. “I feel the same, Tav. You saved my little love, and I will be forever grateful to you.”

“I’m home!” Gale’s voice echoed through the tower, unintentionally interrupting the tender moment.

Tav didn’t waste any time, pressing a gentle kiss to Tara’s forehead before rushing down the steps to welcome her love home. Tara stayed at the table and started drinking her tea, her purrs getting louder as she heard the subtle noises of a smothering of kisses and gentle admonishes from her family.

“My love, I’m happy to see you too- dearest I’m holding gifts-give me a mome-“

A crash, followed by mirthful laughter from both parties made a chuckle flow from Tara as well.

Yes, she thought, this was a love that would be told about for ages.

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 31st: Scary movie night | Vampires Will Never Hurt You - My Chemical Romance | Protective a/n: this one is a continuation from day 18's prompt! but it can absolutely be read separately! read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

It’s not like Eddie hasn’t had more than his fill of regrettable Open Mouth, Insert Foot moments in his life. He’s had plenty, a whole buffet of them in fact, but this might be the most humiliating one yet. 

As if being home on the best night of the year nursing wounds from actual monsters isn’t painful enough, he’s just learned that his tolerance for weed has decreased substantially from his baseline back in March. 

Enough so that as he and Steve, a new and surprising friend he desperately wants to be more, sit on his couch and watch A Nightmare On Elm Street, Eddie finds himself telling Steve truths he hasn’t told anyone yet.

Truths he hasn’t wanted to say aloud because that makes them truths, the same way that Freddy Krueger makes nightmares and dreams become real. 

Much like the fabled veil between worlds, the veil between Eddie’s brain and mouth is at its thinnest. 

“— and it just fucking sucks, dude. I’ve loved these movies my whole life! And now I can’t even enjoy them, I just look at these slasher scenes and see like, my actual life? I’ve been the slasher victim now and it’s not fun, and I want it to be because I love horror movies and now that’s just one more thing the Upside Down’s taking from me—” 

“We can change the movie if you want. Seriously, I don’t mind, man,” Steve tries to interrupt, running a soothing hand up and down Eddie’s arm, his eyes concerned as he strokes from wrist to elbow with far more gentility than Eddie’s used to. Or, maybe, feels he deserves. 

Steve’s words fall on deaf ears because Eddie’s on a rampage now, trying his best to breathe but Glen’s bed erupts on the screen, a geyser of blood sprouting from sheets to ceiling and Eddie just can't take it anymore. 

“Like that! God, I’ve lost that much blood! You, you had to carry me out of some bizzaro Freddy Krueger world covered in that much blood, and that’s not fair, right? We should be out at some party, you shotgunning a beer and me slinging wares and instead, we’re,” Eddie gestures vaguely towards the trailer living room. “Here.” 

He takes a breath and winces at the way deep inhales still pull at his side. 

That’s when Eddie realizes Steve’s holding his hand.

Their fingers are intertwined, just like their destinies were maybe always meant to be. He has more things to say, more thoughts, but they die on his tongue as he looks down at the small gesture tethering him to the couch. 

“Listen to me. What happened wasn’t fair, sure, but you did the best you could to keep Dustin safe and I don’t regret carrying you outta there for a fucking second.” Steve squeezes his hand. “Let’s just pick a different movie— maybe one with less like, blood and alternate dimensions— and if it makes you feel any better, I’ll shotgun a beer to make the Harrington Halloween experience authentic.” 

He turns and stares at Steve, into those huge eyes he’s only recently determined are hazel more than brown as he smiles back at Eddie, warily and crooked. 

And in that moment, he believes him. He does.

“Deal.” 

Steve pops in Ferris Bueller and does, indeed, shotgun a beer much to Eddie’s glee. 

The night wears on and Eddie ends up with his head in Steve’s lap, soaking in the feeling of Steve’s hand in his hair, his nails on his scalp. The sensation lulls him further into oblivion. 

“What if I came out like, a vampire or something? Would you still wanna be friends?” Eddie asks, the latest in a string of questions Steve’s handled with finesse and the occasional snark. He’s still Steve, after all. 

“Look, after everything I’ve seen, vampires are the least of my worries. Sure, bring it on.” 

“Even if I tried to drink your blood?” 

He’s teasing, but Steve looks at him with something heavy he can’t name. 

“Yeah, even then.” 

Silence beats on for a moment afterwards, the air shifting around them. 

“Y’know,” Eddie whispers for no reason. There’s nothing but Steve and silence beside him, but he doesn't want to disturb the atmosphere. “I’m actually kinda glad we ended up here instead of some shitty party. Wish I coulda made it with both nipples in tact, don’t get me wrong, but… yeah. I’m glad.” 

Bright teeth and glossy eyes gaze down at him, better than any Halloween decor or party lights could ever hope to be. Steve brushes the hair back from Eddie’s forehead and lets his other hand, large and warm, rest just above Eddie’s beating heart. 

“Me, too.”

tagging a few people who expressed interest in the follow up: @griefabyss69 @vecnuthy @starryeyedjanai @nostalgicbones @vampeddie

[woahrarepairsagemare]

' will i be safe in the water .. ?

I turned to look at Rainbow , who's koi tail flicked a little nervously as his eyes locked onto mine . It was clear from his face that he felt nervous asking me this question .

I wondered , just why he would ask something like that , that small part of me locked away somewhere in my paranoid mind goaded me to lash out at him for asking such a stupid question . But it wasn't stupid , in fact .. he was being logical .

I sighed , bowing my head down as I sat on the river bank , looking at him as he swam around in the gentle river . After beckoning for him to come back , I cupped his face in my hands .

' Listen , rainbow . '

I spoke softly to him , which made him surprised . I knew I didn't answer a lot of his questions , but still felt sad when he felt such emotions . A mentor should never make their child feel confused and lost , a proper one , that is .

' Let me tell you a little story , about a heron , a frog , and a snake . ' I began , his eyes brightened at the mention of those creatures , he always loved learning about them .

And guilt gnawed at me , for I knew it was a matter of a few years before that innocent spark in his eyes faded away .

' One day , the frog leaped along the path in fright , as the heron chased him , yelling " i will not be your meal ! I will not be your meal ! " . '

' It finally leaped into the water , swimming away in glee as the heron gave up . '

' and then it found itself in the jaws of a snake , with one snap and one gulp , the snake giggled in glee . " What a fine meal ! " . That is the end of the story . '

I finished with a sigh as Rainbow got slightly agitated , he never liked my ' pessimism ' as Storm put it .' That wasn't a good story ! why did it end with the frog dying ?! he escaped the heron and got into the water ! '

he shot a glare at me when i didn't answer him , probably because I was waiting for him to realize . It was evident he hadn't when he asked ' Why wasn't he safe when he got into the water ? answer me ! ' he got mad and pushed my hands away . I sighed , before beckoning to him again . From the look in his eyes , it was evident he didn't want to talk to me again , but he finally gave in and swam back to me . I looked down at him , my eyes narrowed in tired sympathy .

' because even thought the frog had escaped its predator on land , it had been caught by the one in the water .'

he stopped , looked confused before putting himself on land again . Shaking himself dry and making my clothes wet in the process .

' what do you mean ? '

I paused , and held his hands in mine .

' it doesn't matter which sphere of life you put yourself in . '

I internally groaned in despair , as i saw the realization begin to set in . His movements becoming less frantic , and that spark in his eyes becoming less prominent . He had finally understood the cost of living .

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and understood I had .

I felt nothing but utter despair as the snake tail wrapped around me , almost crushing me .

his laughter rang out as plague finally leaned in to get face to face with me .

' poor rainbow , always the prey . ''

[ser3nityst4r]

Eighth Step

The night before the duel, Yuu tossed and turned, plagued by a dream that felt both familiar and terrifying. In their vision, the Queen of Hearts, a figure of regal yet chilling power, paced a lavish garden, her voice echoing with manic glee. Wanting to wake up from this nightmare but also wanting to stay til the end to see how the story plays out, Yuu realized it was awfully similar to a certain movie from their original world. 'A single rosebud out of place, a crumb on the tablecloth… oh, the tragedy!' she boomed, her laughter echoing like thunder through the dream. Her punishments were absurd, cruel, and completely disproportionate to the 'offenses'. A single misplaced teacup led to a servant being forced to drink an entire pot of boiling tea. A dropped napkin resulted in a swift trial and execution by playing cards. Yuu woke with a gasp, sweat clinging to their skin. The dream felt so real, the Queen’s manic laughter echoing in their ears even as morning light filtered through the dorm window.

Unable to tell if that was just a nightmare or a warning from the universe, Yuu went outside the dorm to get a breath of fresh air to clear their head. Amidst the shadows, they see a gorgeous figure with emerald scaled horns atop his head. Its bright, glowing eyes stared back at Yuu. “Hm? I was unaware that someone had taken a liking to this place as I thought it was completely inhabitable.

“Who might you be?” Yuu asked with admiration and curiosity lacing their voice, wanting to know the name of the gorgeous and unique fellow before them. “You really don’t know who I am?” His eyes widen with shock before recomposing himself, finding Yuu to be extremely fascinatingly. He continued, “You may call me whatever you wish for it might be a bad idea on my part if I gave you my name now. When the time arrives, I shall bestow you my name.” Yuu found him to be utterly ethereal and enchanting, especially his lovely glimmering horns atop his head. “Then, I shall call you Tsunotaro/Hornton!” Yuu beamed, their heart racing at getting to meet and give the enchanting person a nickname to call them by. Little did Yuu know, the fae was beyond joyous to have finally have someone to call his friend.

“Ah… It’s getting pretty late and there’s a duel tomorrow, I better get back inside” Yuu said, their voice shaken and mourning over the lost time with the ethereal stranger. “I’ll see you soon, Tsunotaro!” With a wave and sleepy smile, they went back into their dorm as the fae granted them a beautiful sight of fireflies.

'Yuu! Yuu! Wake up! Today’s the big duel!' Grim yelled, his voice brimming with a mix of excitement and fear.  Yuu sat up, the dream haunting their mind. 'A duel… with Riddle?' they murmured, a sense of dread slowly creeping in. Still wondering if the meeting of the strange man with horns was a dream or not. ‘Was last night a dream? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. After all, how could someone look so breathtakingly royal visit such a shabby place like Ramshackle…’ The hallways of NRC buzzed with the news, the idea of anyone challenging Riddle Rosehearts a source of amusement and disbelief. 'Riddle? That's like challenging a lion to a staring contest!' one student snickered.  Trey and Cater, upon hearing the news, their faces paled. They knew the severity of the situation. Riddle, in his role as housewarden, was ruthless and unforgiving.   'They’re just underclassmen, they won't stand a chance,' Cater added, his usual boisterous energy subdued. Trey nodded anxiously in agreement, silently hoping Ace and Deuce won’t be too injured after this. The duel was held in a grand hall, its atmosphere thick with anticipation. Crowley, the headmaster, stood poised, a stern expression on his face. 'We are about to commence two challenges for the housewarden position at Heartslabyul House,' he announced, his voice echoing through the hall. 'The first challenger is Ace Trappola. The second challenger is Deuce Spade. The current housewarden they have challenged is Riddle Rosehearts. Now, in accordance with the duel rules, please remove the magic-sealing collars.” Ace and Deuce, their faces alight with a mixture of excitement and fear, cheered as the collars were removed, liberating their magic.  'Enjoy your moment of freedom,' Riddle sneered, his voice as sharp as a knife. 'The collar will be back on soon enough.' 'I could hardly believe it when I heard you two intended to duel me,' he continued, his gaze sweeping over Ace and Deuce, disdain dripping from his words. 'Is this a joke?' Crowley, ignoring Riddle’s arrogance, stepped forward. 'The duel will be decided in a single round. Riddle, you have the right to choose the challenge. Now, choose wisely. The consequences of your choice will be entirely yours to bear.' 

Cater approached Riddle to remind him that one of the rules of Riddle’s own farce was that teatime is at 4pm sharp and that it has already been last 3:30pm. “And you fear that I will be late? All the more reason to end this promptly.” The redhead laughed at the possibility.

Riddle, with a smirk playing on his lips, turned towards the students. 'It appears I have little time to waste. Rather than facing my opponents in succession, I will take on both at once.' Crowley, caught off guard by Riddle’s unexpected move, nodded in agreement. 'Very well, Riddle. Proceed as you wish.'  He held up a mirror, shimmering in the dim hall light. 'When the mirror I’ve thrown shatters upon the ground, that is your signal to begin. Ready... Go!' As the mirror crashed to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces, Yuu felt a wave of dread wash over them. Their heart pounded in their chest, their eyes brimming with tears, a sense of overwhelming fear taking hold. Their heart writhing in cages and oppression, unknown to the reason behind their distress. Yuu’s intuition screamed at them, urging them to do something, to stop whatever terrible thing was about to happen. But the fear was too powerful, blinding them. They couldn’t see the danger, couldn’t comprehend the terrible consequences that awaited them.  'What is going to happen?' Yuu whispered, their voice barely audible. 'What’s so terrifying?'

As the duel began, Yuu knew they were witnessing something more than just a simple magic competition. They were reading the beginning of Riddle's inked pages, a dark and twisted reflection of the Queen of Hearts' tyranny. And in the depths of Yuu’s fear, a chilling certainty dawned: the dream had been a symbolic warning of what was to come. Splash

[netherzon]

Potential snippet from a much later chapter of my pirate gerame fic. A much much later chapter than what’s been completed but I am quite happy with this bit so, enjoy!

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Ludwig is tense as they leave, waiting to see how Alfred will ambush him for information. Still, it comes as a surprise.

He doesn’t wait even five steps past the gates of the Governor’s mountain top mansion. As soon as Ludwig is over the threshold, Alfred sidesteps into him, knocking Ludwig off balance. Before he can recover, Alfred pushes him back against the brick barrier of the perimeter wall.

“So,” Alfred purrs against his jaw, “tell me, how do you know this Vargas fellow?”

He sounds like a jealous lover. Ludwig shivers despite knowing Alfred’s true intentions. His smile only speaks of glee and greed, his eyes focused only on the Vargas family’s wealth and the thought of Ludwig leading him to it.

Ludwig wants to push him away, because it’s hard to think straight through the heat of Alfred’s body. The feeling of being pinned.

He can’t bring himself to actually do it.

Ludwig swallows thickly and chokes out, “We studied together for a short time as children. It was a brief acquaintance.”

Alfred watches Ludwig’s throat bob with a satisfied smile. “You’re lying,” he sing-songs, “You must be good friends. Did you write to him while you were studying in England?”

Yes, he is one of my oldest friends. One of my first. Perhaps my best.

Ludwig keeps his mouth shut, but he’s not sure it does any good. Alfred reads him like a book.

His smile widen. Somehow he gets further into Ludwig’s personal space, “Awww that’s so sweet! It’s just like you to write letters to your friends. And who would’ve guessed you’d both end up all the way out here at the same time!”

I remember now. Feli mentioned it to me in the very last letter I received from him before I was press-ganged. He was ecstatic about the opportunity.

“It would be so nice if you two could catch up in person, don’t you think?”

Ludwig sets his jaw and tackles him.

They hit the dirt together. Alfred chokes and gasps as Ludwig’s weight knocks the wind out of him. He reaches to claw at Ludwig’s eyes on reflex, but Ludwig recovers quicker. He catches his hands, lacing their fingers together and pinning them to the ground.

That’s how they find themselves, dust caught in Alfred’s blond hair and smudged on their faces. Alfred is still gasping for breath when Ludwig leans down so they are eye to eye, forehead to forehead.

For once, Alfred’s face is unreadable. Ludwig doesn’t bother trying to hide his fury.

The only thing on his mind is Feli’s smile. The face he pictured when he read his letter, all hope and joy. Ludwig knew the dangers of traveling that far, and a deep pit of worry had opened in his stomach. He had composed a dozen letters in his mind asking his friend not to risk it. Anything to make him reconsider, before Ludwig lost him to the open ocean.

He hadn’t sent a single one. Every time he put pen to paper he’d picture his friend, could see him chattering excitedly about everything he wanted to do there. Four pages of a bright and adventurous future. Ludwig couldn’t bring himself to ruin it.

He hadn’t sent any reply at all before he was taken himself, and he hadn’t spared more than a handful of thoughts for Feliciano since then.

But his friend was alive. Alive and well and happy it sounded.

He’d be damned before he let anybody ruin that.

“Listen closely,” a hungry beast, a vengeful wraith, the Devil himself could not compare to him in that moment, “I am going to be honest with you.”

Despite the threat Alfred posed to Feliciano, Ludwig’s mind still circles back to Berwald, Peter, Francis, Reina, Gilbert. The crew of his old ship. Somewhere in Alfred’s criminal moral code, there was still room for kindness. Alfred was loyal to his friends because that is the justice he believes in, so he must understand Ludwig now.

“I lied when I said we didn’t know each other well. We have known each other since we were practically in diapers. Feliciano is one of my best friends. He is the kindest people I have ever known on this Earth. If you hurt him in any way, I will kill you. Mark my words, Alfred, I will kill you.”

Ludwig maintains eye contact through all of this. Alfred’s mouth slowly falls open, eyes widening bit by bit. The open mouthed awe on his face is quite gratifying.

Where’s the fearsome pirate captain now?

The feeling of smugness fills him until Alfred wriggles and whispers, “You’re so sexy.”

He arches up like he’s about to kiss him, and Ludwig jumps up in a panic.

Smugness is replaced by a full body flush. His ears burn, his cheeks burn, his neck burns, his shoulders burn. He flushes darker still when he hears Alfred laughing at him as he gets up.

“Unlike you, I’m not a liar,” Ludwig doesn’t need to look to know Alfred is smirking, “so I would continue this, but the sun will set soon. If we’re going to call on your friend, we should go now.”

The reminder brings Ludwig’s attention back to Alfred. He can feel his blush still and he convinces himself its anger instead. “I just told you—“

“Believe me, I remember,” Alfred says emphatically, “and I swear on the lives of my mother, my father, my brother, and the family dog that I won’t hurt your friend. I just want to meet him. Is that not allowed?”

Alfred’s voice plays at innocent as he finishes his question. Ludwig doesn’t buy that part, but he would like to see his friend again.

“I already know which house he’s in anyway,” Alfred adds.

Finally, Ludwig agrees.

At least if we go together he’ll be supervised

[ur-not-reddie]

When The Day Is Dead

“Hey, Eds.” Richie greets with a grin, leaning on the lockers that are placed next to Eddie’s. 

“”Hey,” Eddie says distractedly as he shoves books into his locker, swapping them out for others. 

“Got any plans for tonight?” Richie asks, smile still upon his lips. 

“Umm, I don’t think so.” Eddie hums in thought, closing his locker. “Why? Do you want to hang out tonight or something?” Eddie smiles as equally as wide as Richie. 

“Yeah,” Richie nods. “Look, I know your mom doesn’t ‘believe’ in Halloween or whatever, but I wanted to invite you to the pumpkin patch. My parents and I are going and I really want you to come.” 

Eddie’s insides nearly burst into flames. Going to a pumpkin patch with a boy he’s been in love with since he can remember? He’d be an idiot to pass this up. 

“I’d love to,” Eddie nods, lips hurting from smiling so much. “But what will I tell my mom?” Eddie’s smile fades at the thought of her. 

“Just tell her that you’re hanging out with all of us. Big movie night or somethin’.” 

“Okay,” Eddie’s smile returns. Eddie whips out his phone and types a quick message to his mother, Sonia responding shortly after. She doesn’t seem to suspect a thing and that fills Eddie glee. 

The bell rings, signaling that the last class is starting. The two decide to meet at Richie’s car after school. The last class felt like a drag to both of them. Both boys are eager to meet and head to the pumpkin patch. 

When class ends, Eddie nearly books it to Richie’s car after, not wanting to waste any time. He makes it before Richie, testing to see if the car is unlocked - it is. He gives a soft, evil giggle and gets in the passenger side of the car. He props his feet on the dash and leans back into the seat with a pleased sigh. Only a few moments later, Richie arrives. 

“Ready to go, Eds?” Richie asks as he starts the car. 

“Aren’t your parents coming too?” Eddie asks, setting his feet on the floor, putting his seatbelt on. 

“Well…” Richie sighs. “I kind of lied. They’re not coming, it’s just us.” Richie explains, keeping his eyes on the steering wheel while Eddie stays silent. Little does Richie know, Eddie’s heart is practically pounding out of his chest. “I hope that’s okay.” Richie says softly. 

“Of course it’s okay,” Eddie can’t help but blush, knowing his cheeks are burning bright red. “I don’t mind. I think it’ll be fun.” he smiles widely, his eyes glowing. 

“Okay,” Richie can’t help but giggle, butterflies swarming in his stomach. 

The drive there wasn’t too terribly long, or maybe it was and the two were busy talking to even notice the distance. As they arrive, Eddie is taken away by all the pumpkins surrounding them. 

“Woah,” he gasps, spinning in a slow circle to take everything in. “I haven’t seen so many pumpkins in my life!” 

Richie laughs at Eddie’s reaction, wanting so badly to kiss him at this moment. It takes everything in him to refrain. Instead, he breathes out in a dreamy manner, looking at Eddie adoringly. 

“What do you want to do first? Pumpkins? Corn maze? Hay ride?” Richie lists off. Eddie’s eyes go wide at all the options. 

“Can we do the corn maze?” Eddie bounces on his heels. 

“Haunted or regular?” Richie asks. Eddie nearly death glares at him as he already knows the answer.  “Regular it is!” Richie chuckles and starts to lead the way. God, does he wish he could hold Eddie’s hand right now. The temptation of it is nearly unbearable. The two enter the maze, finding their way pretty easily until Richie gets them all twisted about. 

“Wait,” Richie says as he turns around slowly. “I think we go this way.” he points to the left. Eddie sighs. 

“Richie, dumbass, we just came from that way.” 

“No, we came from this way.” Richie motions confidently towards the right. Eddie rubs his temples as he takes another deep exhale. 

“Just let me lead the way,” Eddie says as he walks ahead of Richie. 

“You’re going to make us more lost!” Richie shouts as he catches up to Eddie. 

“You were the one that got us lost!” Eddie turns around to face Richie, looking up at him. “We were doing fine and now-“ Eddie cuts himself off, shaking his head. “Fine. You lead the way.” 

“Gladly,” Richie puffs out his chest, cheesy grin playing on his lips. “Follow me, Eds! I’ll get us out of here, easy peasy.” 

“Okay,” Eddie gives a soft giggle as he now follows Richie knowing he’ll turn them in circles over and over. Eddie lets it happen until he can’t take it anymore. 

“Okay, you’ve led us in the wrong direction every time, listen to what I say!” Eddie huffs, crossing his arms, Richie finding him completely adorable. 

The two continue on, bickering and playfully bantering. Eventually, they exit the maze an hour later. 

“We made it!” Richie cheers, fist pumping the air. 

“Fucking finally,” Eddie groans, throwing his head back. “Can we pick pumpkins now?” he looks at Richie, a wide smile now painted on his lips. 

“Yes,” Richie nods. Him and Eddie walk slowly towards that field of pumpkins, them laughing during conversation. 

“Which one do I pick?” Eddie asks as his eyes scan all the pumpkins before him. 

“Whichever you want. Short and fat, tall and skinny. Tall and fat or short and skinny. It’s all up to you, Eds.” Eddie looks around some more before spotting the perfect one.  

“Oh! I want this one!”

“This one’s mine!”

They both speak simultaneously, grabbing for the same pumpkin, hands brushing against each other. 

“Oh,” Eddie burns bright red. “You can have it.” he says sheepishly as he pulls his hand away. 

“No,” Richie smiles, picking up the pumpkin and handing it to Eddie. “She’s all yours.”

“Really?” Eddie asks, grabbing the pumpkin, cheeks still flushed. 

“Yeah, of course!” Richie says in a cheery tone. “You've never been before and I want you to have the best pumpkin.” 

Eddie hugs the pumpkin close, following Richie around until he spots one that he likes. They go to the booth and pay, the two fighting over who pays and who doesn’t. Richie, before Eddie can get any money out, pays for both of the pumpkins. 

“I hate you,” Eddie tries to say seriously, but fails. 

“Oh, you love me, Eds.” Richie laughs, only half-joking. He hopes deep down Eddie loves him in the way he loves Eddie. 

“I do,” Eddie mutters softly. It’s not a lie. He’s in love with Richie. 

The night begins to fall and the two decide to walk back to the car and head home to Richie’s house. Eddie loves Richie’s house. His parents are so sweet and loving and caring. He could spend eternity there and never get tired. It’s his happy place; his safe haven. 

“We’re homeeee!” Richie marches inside, holding his pumpkin in the air. Eddie follows after him. 

“Hi, boys!” Maggie greets as she walks out from the kitchen. “How was it?” 

“It was amazing,” Eddie chirps. “I had so much fun. We even did the corn maze!" he sets his pumpkin on the ground. 

“And how was that?” she asks again, a warm smile on her lips. 

“We…” Eddie tries to find the right words. “We eventually made it.” he gives a soft laugh. 

“Well I’m glad you two had a good time. I set out all your pumpkin carving supplies outside if you want to carve them.” 

Richie and Eddie make their way to the back door, turning on the porch light as he does so. They set their pumpkins on the back table, stab them with knives and take out the guts. Richie grabs some of the seeds and goo, raises it above his hand up, acting as if he’s going to throw it at Eddie.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Eddie screeches. 

“Oh, or what?” Richie asks playfully.

“I’ll knock your teeth to the back of your throat, bitch.” Eddie threatens. Richie can’t help but laugh.

“I’ll knock your teeth to the back of your throat, bitch.” Richie mocks. 

“Get out of here,” Eddie nudges Richie with his shoulder. The two goof around, deciding to carve out silly faces. Wentworth comes out with two small candles and Maggie with two steaming mugs. 

“Cider for you, and cider for you.” she says as she hands them the mugs. 

“Let’s light these!” Richie says enthusiastically placing a candle in his pumpkin and burning it, Eddie copying his actions. 

Maggie and Wentworth stay outside for a minute to enjoy the glow of the pumpkins and the company of the boys. It was only a few moments later that the parents go back inside. Richie and Eddie stand there in comfortable silence for some time until Richie breaks it. 

“Eds?” Richie asks seriously. 

“Hmm?” Eddie hums in question. 

“I have to tell you something…” Richie pauses. “Something important.”

“You can tell me anything.” Eddie says sincerely, turning his head to look at Richie, only the glow of the candles in the pumpkins lighting up Richie’s face. Another long pause. 

“I… I like you.” Richie finally says. “A lot and I have for a really long time.” 

“You do?” Eddie asks, complete shock washing over him. Richie bites his lip and nods. 

“Well…” Eddie says bashfully. “I like you too.” he bats his eyes. 

There’s nothing more that can be said before they start kissing. Lips crashing against each other in a passionate kiss yet somewhat tender. The kiss lingers for quite some time, the two unable to get enough of each other. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Richie says breathlessly. 

“Me too,” Eddie admits. “Now do it again.”

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happy halloween <3

[dulcewrites]

Seek and Destroy

Summary: Alicent swears she is not naturally a cruel person. Any semblances of cunning or coldness has been taught, slowly and surely. A gift bestowed to her from the age of ten and five. Something she was weened onto like a babe that suckles for milk from its mother. She has learned at the feet at the best - or maybe the worst. King’s Landing has fallen to Rhaenyra. Her children are scattered around the realm. Lives have been lost already. Alicent’s heart has finally callused. Nothing left but a shell and the venom that seeps out of it.

A/N: This is just something I have been working on. It is not finished obvi. I don’t know if I will expand on it. If I do I will probably post it to ao3

Her father’s blood had splattered into her mouth when she cried out. At first, Alicent did not want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her body shake in worry. Bones rattling together under neath sheathed of silk. Green silks. Or let them take glee in seeing fear in her eyes. She wanted to stand tall as the execution begun. Her father being first to go was for a reason.

Even in his doom, Otto Hightower managed to make his presence looming.

Alicent wanted not to shed a single tear. But then she felt ten and eight again. Just a girl with two children, and burden pressed firmly on her chest to the point where it was hard to breathe. He was unruly and fickle but without him, she would be alone… again.

Her brain settled between ‘This is all his fault. His debt comes due, as it should’ and ‘Daddy, please look me. Tell me you love me, that I made you proud despite of how it ends for us’.

But all her father told her was to look away. As if to shield her from a terror that had already came. A terror he brought. The horror was on their doorstep now. She was rutted in each night against her wishes; she bore four children - ones she could not save. They bore her grandchildren that she loved in a way she was not able to love her own children. Maybe if she could not help her own, she could do better with the littlest ones.

Jaehaerys. Oh, my poor Jaehaerys.

Everyone is gone. If not in person, in spirit.

Gwayne is gone. Her brother dragged into this mess. When he had arrived in King’s Landing, she has almost missed him amongst the other Oldtown knights. Her heart had sunk lower that she thought it could at the thought of not even recognizing her own kin. His face was one that was no longer burned in her brain.

Helaena’s mind and heart has been rotted from the inside out. On a good day, Alicent can force her to eat and drink. She bathes her daughter as if she still a babe. There is no light in Helaena’s eyes.

Alicent’s mouth feels as if a pile of sand has been dumped in her mouth if she thinks too long about how cold she was when Aemond left for the Riverlands. He gave her a kiss a cheek and muttered a pitiful sorry.

It was all he had said since coming back from Storm’s End. Different variations of the same thing. He never begged for forgiveness from the Gods but from her.

Sorry, mother. I’m so sorry mother.

If she could crush skulls with her bare hands, Alicent would. Not off strength, she’s always been a slip of a woman. But off the hatred that seemed into her bones.

She was prepared to die. She thinks she has been from the moment Viserys said he would marry her. From the moment the maester congratulated her on being pregnant with Aegon. Death had been a thing she even welcomed at times. When the lonliness felt too deep, when she could not stomach being called to Viserys chambers at night, when she had to look at her children for too long. She eyed Criston’s sword one too many times to admit. So, when Daemon leers over her with that cruel, ugly smile of his, she straightens her back and sniffs away her tears. He, of course, got the honors to kill her father; a task Alicent is sure he has wanted to do for decades.

It was Daemon who pushed her hair to the side with such gentleness it made her a bit sick. The coolness of Dark Sister pressed softly against her neck.

Alicent says a quick prayer to the Mother for her children. She knows it is to no veil; they were doomed the moment they came out of her. Mayhaps, this is her punishment for bearing them.

She does not sob over herself. Her lot in life has been well accepted. But Alicent wants to claw at her own face, peel back her own flesh so she is frayed out, when she thinks of her kids.

Let the Mother keep them safe as they do what is only imaginable in their wildest nightmares. May the horrors committed not leave them too soiled.

“Wait,” Rhaenyra’s voice calls out in the Grand Hall. It echoes so loud that Alicent flinches, the blade swiping gently against her neck. She still shivers from head to toe.

Daemon huffs, before removing the blade cautiously.

Alicent peers up at the stairs that lead to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra gestures softly to her husband to come up the stairs. Daemon does not fully sheathe Dark Sister but complies anyway. A piece of Alicent’s hair obstructs her view, but through it, her eyes stay trained on Rhaenyra. Or whoever the person wearing the crown is.

The woman looks like the Rhaenyra. The same long silvery blonde hair styled elaborately on top of her head with the rest hanging in a braid. Her long riding dress is a deep black with red stitching and a red dragon collar. Red and purple dragons snaking their way up her sleeves. The woman has Rhaenyra’s eyes and nose, but Alicent has never felt more confused about who stands at the feet of the Iron Throne. The woman’s mouth pinches the way a young Rhaenyra’s would when she was distressed.

Rhaenyra’s look makes Alicent think of the stories of warrior queen Visenya. Rhaenyra would often laud the might and cunning of her ancestor during their girlhood. After the pain, humiliation, and anger post Aemond losing his eye, Alicent had chucked softly to herself at the thought her son riding the Conqueror Queen’s beloved dragon. Because of course it would be one of her kids to claim the old bitch.

But despite the styling callback, a warrior Rhaenyra is not.

And based on the look of disgust settling on Daemon’s face, he thinks the same of his wife.

He will never see you as an equal, she wants to call out. It does not matter how many crowns you put on your head, how many dragons you claim - you always just be his little niece… a silly woman. The means to his end.

Their conversation reaches a cacophony and Alicent desperately wants to know what it being said. Is Rhaenyra asking him to make it as gruesome as possible? Maybe they will drag her body out in front of the castle for all the small folk to see. A warning for what can happen if they defy their queen. Alicent already knows the heads of those that helped Aegon and his kids escape will be next once they catch them.

Rhaenyra reaches out to grab Daemon’s arm, but he is already down the stairs muttering expletives out his mouth. Alicent hears the word whore, and scoffs internally. She fights back a sad smile that almost forces itself on her face. Not the first time she has heard that, and surely will not be the last. Poor Daemon has never been clever with his insults. They are as simple as he is. She is the nasty deceitful, whore that seduced Viserys and ruined everything. Used her wily, womanly magic, her cunt, to lure the King of the Fucking Seven Kingdoms into submission. She always noticed how Daemon always acted like she stole Viserys from him.

The same way the maidens whose virtue Daemon stole must be whores too. The same way Queen Aemma must have been inadequate since she did not give Viserys what he wanted. Something must have been wrong with Rhea and Laena too. Maybe even Daemon’s own daughters are not enough. Surely, something is wrong with Rhaenyra. Something that makes Daemon’s stomach curdle. Such is the way with men like him.

Viserys will be remembered as a peaceful king, and a gentle man. A king who was so averse to conflict that he raped Alicent for children he then neglected once they came. He was so kind he made sure his first wife died in a pool of blood with nothing but screams of agony and pleas of mercy dying in her lips.

She wonders if Rhaenyra knows that charming story. Would she still have felt safe under the patronage of Viserys if she knew such? Imagine the horror that Alicent felt when she overheard maesters whispering of such when she was pregnant with Aegon.

Alicent is sure Daemon will die being known as a ‘true’ and ‘honest’ warrior. Apparently, there are those that think there is some sort of honor in being upfront about ones rotting heart. As if his cavalier attitude negates the atrocities on his hands. The world has taught Alicent that type of ruthlessness is only tolerated at the hands of a man.

And Alicent, in all her attempts to do right, to keep her head above water, to appease and break herself down into a small enough package that all can accept her, will be known as a whore. A seducer, a scheming bitch that stole the agency of a grown man. She will die being blamed and accused.

It only seemed right she supposed.

Viserys the Peaceful. Daemon the Honest. Alicent… the Whore.

Her confusion mounts when Daemon does not come back to her to finish the job. Instead, he continues walking, right past and leaving the hall in a fit of anger and rage. Alicent knees have begun to ache from being crouched. Rhaenyra clears her throat, and Alicent eyes slowly go back to her. Dark bags rimmed Rhaenyra’s eyes, only drawing more attention to the extremely dark limbal ring that surrounded deep amethyst. When Alicent heard about Lucerys’ death, it had shaken her to her core. Frankly more for Aemond’s sake than for Rhaenyra’s or the boy’s. The thought of peace still naively in her mind. Alicent always seemed to the last one to arrive at the right conclusions. A fatal flaw of hers unfortunately.

You were already ill-fated, you foolish boy! Why make yourself accursed as well!

But when Alicent heard of Jacaerys’ death, she knew what was to come. There are few things a parent loves more than their first born.

…. Alicent had never known what the smell of burning flesh was like till Aegon.

“I have decided to spare your life,” the few people that stood in the hall, her council, begin to whisper to each other. Rhaenyra shifts uncomfortably at the eyes on her. “For the sake of my father, who loved you once.”

Alicent blinks once, then twice, then three times. She is almost a bit disappointed. Rhaenyra has taken so much and now she has taken death off the table too.

And is that what they are calling what Viserys did to her? Love? Rhaenyra could not possibly believe that. Not now after everything. After the way Rhaenyra would so seamlessly twist the knife when she had the chance, when she was backed in a corner. Rhaenyra knew there was no love there. Not for Alicent and definitely not for her children.

The words crawl up her throat before she can stop them. She must know. “And what of my girl? What of Queen Helaena?”

The queen part slips out truly on accident, a panicked slip of the tongue, but Rhaenyra’s mouth curls a bit in a sneer.

If her Helaena is to die at the hands of one of Rhaenyra’s butchers, to meet the same evil fate Jaehaerys did, then Alicent might beg for the sword. Or a rope and one of the high ceilings of the Red Keep.

Something cold and numb flashes behind Rhaenyra’s already hallow eyes. As if she is just now remembering that she had a sister that still occupied the castle.

“The princess will be spared as well.”

Rhaenyra waves a ringed hand at the guard to have Alicent taken away. Before she can even register was has happened, she is dragged away by the arms.

“Let her be bound in a manner fitting of her new station,” Rhaenyra sits in the Irone Throne elegantly as Alicent goes.

Alicent’s frantic eyes look at her father’s limp body one last time. His blood spilled on the ground. His head separated from the rest of him. It is the first and only time Alicent has ever seen her father so… small.

If Otto was alive now, and they were alone, he would tell her that he was right. He said as much after Jaehaerys was killed. Right before Aegon snatched the hand pin off his grandsire’s jacket and screamed at him that all that cunning had gone to waste by Otto being a ‘bastard that was too thick in the head for his own good’. Otto would say they should have had mercenaries go to Dragonstone and do the deed while they had the chance. He would still be alive. As would Gwayne and Jaehaerys. Helaena would not be in a fugue state beyond repair. Alicent’s boys would be home, and well. Daeron could have come back to King’s Landing for a coronation that was not rushed nor interrupted. Aemond would not have blood on his ledger.

Aegon would be king with no one in his path.

You know it. You're no fool and yet you choose not to see it. The time is coming, Alicent. Either you prepare Aegon to rule, or you cleave to Rhaenyra and pray for her mercy.

She stumbles all the way back to the Holdfast with thoughts swirling in her head.

Alicent did not prepare Aegon, the way she should have. But she was not prepared for such things; so how did anyone expect her to know better. How can a child help a child. How does the blind lead the blind. She may not have done what she needed for Aegon, not in that moment. But she refuses to cleave now. Mercy is not a luxury she has been granted for some time.

Have you ever imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?

No, of course not. Alicent can be naive, but never stupid. Never foolish or too hot on herself. Her veins have turned ice cold. She does not have her children the way she would want to. Alicent has never had a dragon to threaten others with. The army at her disposal is elsewhere fighting a futile battle. Not even Criston is here.

She just has herself, and right now that has to be enough. It must be enough.

[pseudowho]

Hi Haitch, relationship anon here 🤡

So we ended up going out that night and it had some really nice moments! Nothing too crazy happened because I ended up babysitting a bunch of drunk adults and my friend cockblocked carpooled with us. She unfortunately knew she was cockblocking us and whenever we’d be having a moment, she’d bring up her cheating ex and ask if she should get back together with him (I’m not going to talk to her for a hot minute).

Anyway, here’s some things that happened:

•I bought him a stuffed panda from the zoo so when he got into my car, he got all excited and happy because I remembered that he wanted to see the pandas.

•He happily shared his redbull with me and was adding music to my playlist all night while we drove.

•One of my new favorite songs started to play (“You’re Invited” by The Dare) and he was singing along with me because I had sent him a tiktok about the song (it was mainly about one of the lyrics being “let’s have a baby in my Mercedes/You lost the rubber? Let’s have another”. Did not know the man had a breeding kink) and he knew I liked the artist so he started listening to them

•When I was talking about moving out and getting an apartment, he said “I’m getting a drawer, right?”. The friend we had brought along asked where I’m moving to and my guy said “to (his city) obviously.”.

•Asked me and only me what my schedule was looking like for the upcoming week. When I told him how busy I was, he said “oh so you hate me and don’t want to hang out with me?” And got all excited when I said I’ll try to make it work

•The club was an hour away so my sister had texted me saying that I shouldn’t drive back and should get a hotel. He saw that and says “you don’t seem like a one bed trope girl.” And I said “of course not I’m an enemies to lovers” he then replied with “it’s a good thing you hate me right?”

•At the club, he stood next to me pretty much all night. He kept telling me jokes and started to dance next to me. He let me drink a few sips from his cran vodka and kept getting me waters because I wasn’t drinking. Whenever a guy came to talk to me, he’d pop up pretty soon after. He kept finding excuses to touch my back, my arm, or my leg and I really didn’t mind it at all.

•After the club, it was pretty cold and we went to eat. My friend needed a top to cover herself up with and I offered her my scrub jacket, the sheerish shirt I was wearing, and my guy friend’s jean jacket. She close my shirt so I just put the jean jacket over my bra. My guy friend got all giddy and kept telling everyone that I was wearing his jacket.

•We were talking about chainsaw man while we were eating and he was teasing me about how much I like Kishibe. The friend that had carpooled with us kept interrupting because she doesn’t fuck with anime and was trying to change the subject but he just kept changing it back.

•After we finally dropped off my friend, both of us were pretty annoyed with how she was acting with the whole cockblocking and talking about getting back with her ex. My guy was trying his best to lighten the mood but it was kinda clear that the vibe was gone :(.

•When we were outside his place, he just kept looking at me and I felt like there was something he wanted to say, but nothing happened. He told me that he hope I got home safe and I drove home listening to cigarettes after sex.

I feel like less of a clown!!

Tuhhhhh!

Nothing wrong with taking it slow, but fuck your self-centred friend for pulling the spotlight onto her any time you guys had a moment 🙄 I'd reconsider how much time I spent with that blatant pathology. You need a friend who sits back with glee and celebrates your romance, not one who gets jealous and self-absorbed and tries to make it about her.

I love these updates by the way. Good thing you hate this guy, huh? 😏

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[spacerangersam]

If, in an alternative universe, Yonderland wasn't cancelled abruptly after the Christmas special and instead got renewed for a 4th series/season or at least the Six Idiots instead wanted to continue it one last time, what kind of storylines would you personally like to have seen explored in that hypothetical 4th series/season and why?

I've been thinking of a hypothetical 4th season for like a week now, so thank you for the chance to talk about it!

The main thing I would love to see, and basically what the entire season would be centred around in my mind, is Debbie becoming an Elder like her father! I think it'd be a nice way for her to connect with the dad she never got to meet, and just a way to cement that she'll always have a home in Yonderland/prove just how important she is to everyone there. It would be especially sweet if she could have her father's old robe and broach but idk if that would even be possible.

And I think it could have led to some interesting situations/episodes, ie:

an episode where Debbie has to go on a fetch quest to get some item that's needed to become an Elder. The Elders claim all who wish to join the council must go on this perilous quest, but after a bit of needling, they admit yeah, no, we just lost it and we need you to go get it. I would love for Negaus to get involved, like, he's determined to stop her and ruin everything- but he's bad at it and keeps accidentally helping Debbie. She doesn't realise that until the end, and when she does she's just like 'Oh! Thanks! Want to come to the ceremony? :)'. He does, he was just throwing a hissy fit because he didn't get an invitation. (Ho-Tan did send one, she just got his name wrong and it ended up with a Nagetus instead)

(Honestly, I just really want a Negatus arc where he does completely become a good guy who just awkwardly hangs around the Elders and Debbie while denying to his demons that he's good now. I think they kinda did that in the final season but I also think they kind of undid it at the end, which is a shame)

an episode where, amongst all the planning for the ceremony, Debbie's a bit sad she can't invite Pete and the kids. She admits that Elf+Nick after being mopey all episode, at which point they say no one ever told her she had to keep Yonderland a secret. She just did that (because that's the fantasy trope, that's what you do, keep it a secret) and no one thought to correct her.

an episode where she does finally, after multiple interruptions, tell Pete and bring him to Yonderland. He of course loves it, and it takes Debbie like an hour to talk him down from the idea of moving there. He immediately latches onto Negatus, thinks he's the coolest thing ever, and Negatus is very confused but happy with the attention. Pete almost dies about seven times, but it does nothing to dampen his glee. The kids think it's alright. They'd like it better if the wi-fi was good.

an episode where Debbie, Negatus and Pete go on a quest to sort out some squabble in a nearby town. Negatus and Pete are separated from Debbie and have to team up to 'save the day'. Meanwhile, she just ended up at someone's house, enjoying a cup of tea and a chat.

an episode of Elders in the real world hijinks. I think we could do with more of that, especially if it led to Debbie and Ho-tan having a clothes montage set to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. They deserve it.

and of course, an episode with big, grand 'crowning' ceremony with the Elders, Pete, and Negatus desperately trying to make sure everything goes to plan and refusing to let Debbie know/help, Elf and Nick doing their best to distract her. Somehow, it all works out in the end though and Debbie becomes an Elder, surrounded by her all of her family

[alexanderlightweight]

It is now Wednesday where I’m at so I plan to send you some things. Some are ideas that I’ve been playing around with and I’m curious to see if any inspire you and what your take on them might be. (Also if you got this message more than once I apologize. Tumblr app knocked me off a few times while I was in the middle of typing.)

So my first idea is Alec becoming a True Nephilim. You know, that giant form of heavenly fire. What I found says that Nephilim lost the ability to become True Nephilim when giant demons stopped coming to Earth. They just didn’t need it anymore. And that’s why parabatai falling in love is forbidden, because it triggers the transformation.

Maybe there’s a demon army. Maybe a giant sized demon comes through and starts wrecking the place like a damn Kaiju. However it happens, Magnus is injured and Alec is furious and terrified. Maybe he thinks Magnus is dead for a moment. But his love for Magnus triggers the transformation.

The wiki says True Nephilim are mindless in their destruction and have been known to kill even their own family. And if they don’t turn back, they die. Alec is better than that and only kills the demons and then Magnus is there, coaxing him back. And even though he is made of heavenly fire, it doesn’t burn Magnus because no matter his form Alec refuses to hurt him.

(Sorry that’s a long one.)

this was fun! this is in the created for death where nephilim can be 70/30 sometimes. i hope you enjoy this take on it!

*canon level violence and eldritch horror stuff

<3 lumine

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Magnus stares at Azazel and spits out a mouthful of blood, mocking the greater demon with a smirk.

“You think yourself strong enough to stand against me, truly you are a spoiled child. Your father cannot always protect you.” Azazel tells him, smug and undaunted and nearly spotless.

Of course he is.

He waited until Magnus has been fighting rift upon rift for weeks straight now. Days of his magic constantly being drained in offensive, defensive and emergency healing magic as well.

Then he arrived, stole the magic from a handful of downworlders and now he mocks Magnus, as if Azazel didn’t do all of this because he was wary.

“My father has never protected me.” Magnus reminds Azazel with a hoarse laugh, “for protecting me would risk weakening me. You avoid attacking me because you know his revenge would be swift, but you know he will not step in until after the end.”

Azazel laughs, something cruel and mocking to his tone as he shakes his head.

“You’re smart, I’ll give you that.” And then he summons the sands of Dudael and Magnus swallows down blood and bile and salt from his own sweat and reaches for the flames of Edom.

—

One moment Magnus is fighting, magnificent, glorious and the next Alec is using every bit of his speed and strength rune to get there in time to catch him, to brace him from the blow he’s been struck.

“Azazel.” Magnus manages to murmur up at him and Alec feels terror grip his heart, crushing it.

There is blood on Magnus’ mouth and his eyes are tired, stubborn and determined but so very tired. Magnus has been fighting endlessly and while the sex rituals they do every morning help, it’s not enough and Alec knows it.

Something licks up Alec’s spine and he turns, seeing the slowly approaching, smirking greater demon. Azazel kicks a hand out of his way with an almost vicious glee as he walks, hate in the greedy gaze he has only for Magnus.

Something cracks.

Some deep, internal glacier shudders with the wake of an emotional earthquake. An avalanche of visceral hate, love and determination nearly overwhelm Alec and then he’s gone.

There is one thing and one thing only on his mind.

Azazel must die, to protect Magnus.

—

Magnus barely notices at first and then he can’t do anything but notice. Alexander is touching him when the transformation starts and cold fire sears its way through Magnus’ veins, leaving a hungry, cold energy in it’s wake.

It’s like being dunked in a river of ice and Magnus gasps, breathless with the energy being forcefully given.

“Alexander—” he begs because this isn’t anything he understands but he fears, more than he ever thought he could and then Alexander begins to shake. His back seizing in a grotesque pattern of shapes and Magnus can’t help but snap away his clothes, just in time for Alexander to hunch over and his back to split open.

Skin cracks and muscles tear and Alexander stays silent as the world screams for him. Nephilim fall like around them, terror in their voices as the squelch of ripping blood and sinew echoes across the battlefield.

Viscera drips down grotesquely gorgeous feathers and Magnus shudders under the gaze of a thousand eyes as Alexander opens all of his.

Magnus is watched for a moment with a terrifyingly alien longing and love and then Alexander is gone.

Azazel goes not down, but up. Higher and higher as all six of Alexander’s wings take them up and up and the world around them screams at how wrong the sudden silence feels.

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3. For the Rook Asks prompts if you don’t mind!! (Rook getting incredibly drunk)

Okay I took the idea of telling a story as Rook literally for this one as an interesting challenge!

Thanks for the ask I'll do my best.

I played loose with wisp capabilities (and probably canon in general) for the sake of practicing Radas voice lmao

The wisp floats through the Lighthouse away from the common room, burbling unintelligibly. It does a lazy loop around Neve's room, blinking at the other wisps investigating her belongings.

Continuing its gentle spiral, it hovers into the shadowed alcove underneath the detective's lair. Several other wisps are babbling amongst themselves, and turn to chatter at the newcomer excitedly.

The newcomer blinks in response, bobbing up and down with glee. It warbles a note that gets the others to quiet before it reveals the echo it carried this evening, one side of a conversation it had watched.

"A time I got drunk? That's your question, Taash?

I don't, often, but I fell off a bridge once- it's not that funny, Nico~

Okay, well, we had been clearing these ruins deeper in the forest. There were some bad things in there.

Do you know what a varterral is? I'll talk about them some other time but just know they're not fun and we took one down in some big chamber.

Back at our camp the group had a pretty big celebration. We were in a different part of the ruins and there was this broken bridge that led through one weird artifact chamber and into the next.

The artifact? Oh, the room itself was the artifact! If something lost contact with the bridge, it fell up!

Eh heh, yeah... I think you know where this is going. So I had... my share of drink and I kind of wandered off to explore a little. I wasn't thinking, obviously.

I found myself in the artifact and, well, forgot the middle of the bridge wasn't there... And kinda walked right off. Ended up there on the ceiling.

Uh-huh! Had to sleep it off up there until morning. Well, I slept till morning. It was afternoon until someone noticed and came looking for me.

Oh! It was a neat trick, actually. I had some rope on me... And the rope never touched the bridge to lose contact with it in the first place, so it still fell down!

So when they got there I just-"

The assembled wisps chitter excitedly and bob in place as the echo fades. Another one spins and blinks before recounting it's tale:

"Mierda! Who made this coffee? I need to talk to-"

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Sad song's.

Pairing: Yuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Hiromi,Kusakabe

A/n: Spoilers

I was in your arms

Thinking I belonged there

I figured it made sense

Building me a fence

Building me a home

Thinking I'd be strong there

But I was a fool

Playing by the rules

•

But tell me, does she kiss

Like I used to kiss you?

Does it feel the same

When she calls your name?

Somewhere deep inside

You must know I miss you

But what can I say?

Rules must be obeyed

↳Kusakabe

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I'd take another chance, take a fall

Take a shot for you

And I need you like a heart needs a beat

But it's nothing new, yeah yeah

I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue

And you say sorry like the angel

Heaven let me think it was you

But I'm afraid

It's too late to apologize, it's too late

I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late, whoa

↳Geto.

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《

I miss you

Miss you so bad

I don't forget you

Oh, it's so sad

I hope you can hear me

I remember it clearly

The day you slipped away

Was the day I found it won't be the same, oh-oh

I didn't get around to kiss you

Goodbye on the hand

I wish that I could see you again

I know that I can't

↳Nanami

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Until I hit the city limits, 'til I hit the state line

'Til I reach a coast, or a ghost town a thousand miles out

Keep this needle hittin' 90

'Til your memory can't find me anyhow

Keep the pedal down

'Til I see some taillights that don't make me think of you

'Til I'm pulled over on the shoulder by some flashin' blue lights

'Til this heart forgets to break

I don't care if it takes me all night

I'm gonna drive you outta my mind

↳Hiromi

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I miss those blue eyes

How you kissed me at night

I miss the way we sleep

Like there's no sunrise

Like the taste of your smile

I miss the way we breathe

But I never told you

What I should have said

No, I never told you

I just held it in

And now I miss everything about you

I can't believe that I still want you

After all the things we've been through

I miss everything about you

Without you, whoa

I see your blue eyes

Every time I close mine

You make it hard to see

Where I belong to when I'm not around you

It's like I'm not with me

↳Gojo

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I need a do-over, how did we end up this way?

I'm so confused, lover, did I mistake love and pain?

Ain't got no shine left, I couldn't hide it

I almost lost all my light, and

I didn't choose sober, but my eyes can't look away

I see our true colors, lately, we've been lookin' gray

I can't turn back now, 'cause you'd take me back down

That road that always seems to come right back around

Remember when

We had dreams to fly away?

But that was then

And now our story's just a page

Like a wave, you're always crashin' into me, crashin' into me

And these days are harder than they used to be, and they used to be

No shootin' stars can fix what we aren't, and

What good's a lighthouse when the light is burnin' out?

↳Megumi

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I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show

And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control

But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain

To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain

From my eyes

Tonight I want to cry

Would it help if I turned a sad song on

"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone

Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters

It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better

But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way

↳Toji

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But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open

Oh yeah

Trying hard not to hear, but they talk so loud

Their piercing sounds fill my ears, try to fill me with doubt

Yet I know that their goal is to keep me from falling, hey, oh

But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace

And in this world of loneliness, I see your face

Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy

Maybe, maybe

↳Sukuna.

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They took you away on a table

I pace back and forth as you lay still

They pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you

I don't wanna let go

I know I'm not that strong

I just wanna hear you

Saying, "Baby, let's go home"

Let's go home

Yeah, I just wanna take you home

↳Choso

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This is the place where I sit

This is the part where I love you too much

This is as hard as it gets

'Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough

I'm here if you want me

I'm yours, you can hold me

I'm empty and achin'

And tumblin' and breakin'

'Cause you don't see me

And you don't need me

And you don't love me

The way I wish you would

The way I know you could

I dream a world where you understand

That I dream a million sleepless nights

Well I dream a fire when you're touching my hand

But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights

I'm speechless and faded,It's too complicated

Is this how the book ends,Nothing but good friends?

↳Yuji