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carmillascrusade · 5 months ago

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Of Eden III | Larissa Weems x F!reader

Summary: Larissa’s recollection of your life together.

Word count: 3,600

A/N: apologies for the wait, I’ve been making a blanket for my grandma. @barbarasstar

Part two

Larissa dreamed of you that night or, more importantly, she dreamed of the life that you had shared before…

Larissa watched you speak amiably with the blacksmith, that ever present pleasant smile plastered on your face as you browsed the finger plates. The blacksmith flirted shamelessly but you seemed to pay no attention. You were the talk of the village; a pretty young bachelorette that bought the small cottage lying on the outskirts of Nevermore.

Larissa had yet to speak to you, your terribly beauty unnerving. She had nothing to offer you- no manor, no respectable name- so she kept her distance, admiring you from afar to save her heart from the cruel rejection that would sprout from your lips if she were to ask for your hand. She could only watch in disdain as the blacksmith continued fawning over you.

What she wasn’t prepared for, however, was for your gaze to fall on her. Your eyes went wide upon seeing her. You waved the blacksmith off, instead choosing to walk over to where Larissa was seated. She froze in her spot, unsure of what to do.

“Hello.”

It was a simple greeting but it caused her cheeks to heat up nonetheless.

“Hello..”

You tilted your head slightly at the strange woman sat before you, secretly pleased that she was treating you as you would any other human being. To put it frankly, you were sick of everybody flirting with you.

“I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet… what’s your name?”

“Larissa.” She replied stoically. You are not going to charm her like you have the rest of the village.

“La-ris-sa,” you repeated her name, sounding it out as you did so. “A beautiful name.”

“Thank you.”

Your mouth opened, a small sound escaping it as you went to speak again, before it shut abruptly at somebody jogging over to you. Your eyes narrowed ever so slightly, irritated at the interruption. The blacksmith from before warily glanced at Larissa while approaching.

“Are ya alright?” He asked, slightly breathless from his jog.

You didn’t bother gracing him a smile as you replied. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well,” he gestured towards Larissa. “You’re speaking to ‘er…”

“Why is that an issue?” You gritted out.

“She’s a freak! You know what they say ‘bout ‘er; they say she steals bairns from their cribs, sacrifices ‘em to the devil she worships.”

You blinked at him, before looking back at her. “Why? Because her hair is light?”

“Yeah, that and she’s abnormally tall… taller than any man in the village.”

Larissa had shrunken into herself, radiating an aura that belied her stature. You hummed while you raked your eyes over her, disappointed when she wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Larissa?”

Her eyes snapped up to your face, turning beat red as you focused solely upon her.

“Yes?…”

“Say, with that height of yours you must be strong, yes?” You questioned lightly.

Her brows furrowed, confusion colouring her face as she tried to figure out where you were going with this. “Relatively speaking, I’m rather strong.”

“I see.”

You turned back to the blacksmith.

“Well, I think that settles it.” You stated, eyes flicking to your nails in disinterest.

“Settles.. what?” The man asked nervously.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t be spreading rumours about such a lovely woman… especially when she could easily beat you in a fight. Oh! I know. How about you go back to rest of your cruel friends and gossip about me instead.” You sidled up to Larissa, laying your head on her arm for effect before you continued to speak. “After all, how devious am I to have affairs with such a woman!”

“A-affairs?!” He squeaked.

“Why, yes! Larissa here has been a very lovely companion in my home… haven’t you, my love?”

“Y-yes.” She stuttered.

The man’s eyes flicked frantically between the two of you, searching for any sort of deceit, before settling on you once more. “Well,” he scratched his head lightly. “If m’lady chooses to spend time with the light haired woman, then I s��pose she can’t be that bad…”

You watched in glee as he stalked back to the heart of the village. Humming in satisfaction at halting any nasty rumours in the track, you stood up and dusted your skirt off. You smiled at Larissa in parting before beginning to walk away.

“Wait!” She pleaded. You looked at her with a concerned expression, waiting patiently for her to finds the words she wanted to say. “Thank you… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did. That’s what friends do.” You stated it as if it was obvious before sauntering away to whence you came, leaving Larissa gobsmacked on the bench, helpless to watch as you disappeared from view.

“Friends…”

It had only taken three months into her friendship with you for all the horrendous rumours about Larissa to cease. Apparently, the village’s respect for you was so strong that, in turn, they began to respect her as well. She no longer had to live in fear of the villagers. She was no longer an outcast… all thanks to you.

“Larissa!” You shouted from where you stood across the market square, waving her over as you did so.

She grinned at you and found herself by your side within a second following her brisk walk over to you. Your arm linked with hers as soon as she got close enough, allowing you to tug her along to the market stalls you wished to see.

“How would you feel about coming over after this?” You asked with a shrug of your shoulders, acting unbothered at whatever her answer may be. “I’ll make your favourite stew.” (Okay, maybe you were trying to bribe her.)

Larissa looked down at you, her eyes leaving the potatoes she was scrutinising in favour for falling onto your face. Despite you proving your wish to simply be her friend time and time again, she still found herself sceptical of your intentions. Yet you hadn’t done anything to gain her distrust- she just couldn’t believe somebody would want to befriend and spend their time with her.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

You grinned up at her and took the potatoes out of her hand. “Of course not. I like having you near…”

Larissa gasped at your words which caused your cheeks to don a vibrant shade of red. “I-“ you stuttered out, praying that the ground would open and swallow you up as it did so. Having feelings for another woman was wrong- a sin. If word got out that you were a sinner, you would be outcasted or, even worse, burned at the stake for your crimes.

“Are you insinuating what I think you are?” Larissa’s face was stony, unreadable even to you.

“W-would that be so bad?” Your voice lacked its usual confidence as you replied.

She turned on her heel, swiftly marching off into the direction of her house without saying a word in reply. Your heart plummeted in your chest, breath hitching as the world seemed to slow to a halt. What have you done?

You ran after her, breaths coming out shorts on ragged. The tears brimming in your eyes made it difficult to see but you persisted nevertheless. If she were to tell anybody, not that you thought she would, your life was over. Your dress wasn’t fairing well with the sticks and mud that lined the floor; the bottom of your skirts becoming heavy and difficult to manoeuvre the father you travelled.

By some miracle you reached her. Although you weren’t expecting her to swivel so that she could face you, eyes blazed with fury, mouth twisted into a nasty sneer. You stumbled into her, slightly because of her demeanour, but mainly because she knocked you whilst turning.

“Larissa, please!” You were begging at this point.

“Do you think this is funny?” She barked.

She didn’t even let you speak before continuing her angry rant. “Do you enjoy playing with people’s feelings? Is that why you’ve rejected every single bachelor in this god forsaken village? Is it?!”

You stared at her, mouth agape; the knife she stabbed into your heart with her departure twisting and turning painfully, leaving your already aching heart into a bigger mess than what it was a moment before. She was unpleased with your lack of answer.

“Well?! Answer me!” She shouted, hands reaching out to shake your shoulders- harshly but not enough to hurt.

“I- what are you talking about?!”

“You! You could play with anybody else in this village, break any heart that you wanted with so much as a whisper of the word ‘no’. So, why? Why have you chosen to make me the centre of your whoreish games?”

“You think that I’m a whore?” You whispered defeated.

“What am I supposed to think? Huh? When all you do is flaunt yourself around the village for all to see!” Her anger was palpable, but you just couldn’t understand why.

It was becoming even more difficult to breathe and before you could think too much about your actions, you ran.

Larissa hadn’t seen much of you recently. Well, the whole village hasn’t. You had hidden yourself away after the incident, feeling physically incapable of leaving the sanctuary of your small cottage.

It had been less than a week and the village was already suffering from your loss. Your presence was like that of the sun; warm and enveloping but dangerous all the same. Your path destructive, burning anybody who dared get too close.

But you hadn’t been the one to burn Larissa. No, she had torn your heart from where it beat within your chest. It was ridiculous really. A woman you had known for less than two months and she had turned your whole life around in the matter of minutes.

If only she had communicated with you. This could have all be avoided.

She caught you as you were in the middle of harvesting vegetables from your garden. Your face was shielded by the hood of your cloak, granting your eyes relief from the blaring sun. The soil moved with the coaxing of your hands, soft huffs of effort were exhaled when you reached a vegetable determined to stay in the ground.

Larissa was content to watch you. No matter how many times she may deny it, she craved your presence terribly. These past few weeks without you has been torture. And she never wanted to experience that again.

Never.

Somebody clearing their throat startled you out of your task. The oddly shaped carrot you were holding dropped back into its bed with a soft thud due to your surprised state. Your head turned at the speed of light, startled by the current person intruding on your property. What you weren’t expecting, however, was to see the woman that plagued your dreams (and nightmares) to be stood at your gate.

She stood with a shyness that belied someone of her stature. Her hand shot up, awkward and jerky in its movement to wave at you. Your own hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it returned the wave, your fingers curling into your palm rather than shaking your hand from left to right.

She cleared her throat again before offering a meek ‘hi’.

“Lar- what are you doing here?” You didn’t want to beat around the bush or evade a conversation that needed to be had.

“I wanted to see you…” her admission was quiet, the wind drowning most of it out, but you heard her as clear as day.

A short, mocking laugh could be heard from your place on the ground. A scoff following soon after. “You wanted to see me? And why would you wish to see a whore?”

You thought that you were over the last conversation you had with Larissa but you could feel your cheeks flushing with anger as soon as you were reminded of that day. How dare she say those awful things about you and then come here as if nothing happened? How dare she think so lowly of you but still beg to catch glimpses of you?

“I- please, you know I didn’t mean that!” She defended herself, tone accusatory as if you were the one in the wrong.

You picked your vegetables up before standing. The dirt was brushed off your knees as best you could with dirt-caked hands, ultimately making your skirts even more muddier than they were before you had stood. “And prey tell, what did you mean?”

Larissa recoiled at your biting tone. Her lips pursed into a thin line once she realised that you wouldn’t just let her back into your life. “Please,” she sighed out. “Just- let me inside? We can talk there.” She was close to begging at this point, but if begging was what got you to humour her she would gladly do it one hundred times over.

“Fine.” You snapped.

Larissa trailed after you, like a puppy following after its owner. You held open the front door for her, stepping to the side so she could enter. She ducked through the doorway before returning to her full height in your living room.

“I’ll be with you in a moment. I need to put my vegetables in the kitchen.”

She fidgeted nervously as she glanced around your living room, committing as much of it as she could incase you decided that you never wanted to speak to her again after this. The fire roared where it stood, crackling loudly in the otherwise silence of the room. Flames licked at the fireplace, dancing mesmerisingly, drawing Larissa in the more she watched. Your walls were lined with the tapestries you had spent hours of your life creating; the latest one, Larissa noticed, captured a mass of blonde hair facing a market stall.

No. It couldn’t be.. could it?

The living room itself was scarcely furnished. Enough to live comfortably, but not enough to consider you wealthy by any means. She hadn’t heard you approach, too busy taking in her surroundings to pay attention to much else.

“So, what is it that you want?” You asked bluntly.

“I- I already told you. I wanted to see you.”

“Right.” You pursed your lips and nodded your head in false agreement. “Well, you’ve seen me now. So if that’s all…”

“I’m sorry.”

Your head shot up to look at her, surprised at the sudden apology.

“I’m so, so very sorry for what I said. I let my insecurities control me and I was awful to you. It isn’t an excuse, I know. But please believe me when I say that I never meant a word.”

You were stunned speechless. Your eyes blinked rapidly, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you fought for anything to escape your mouth. “W-what? Insecurities?”

She nodded her head in a sullen manner. “You- you know what the villagers think of me. I… I thought that it was another one of their cruel jokes. Why would a beautiful woman be attracted to me of all people? But you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“No. I wouldn’t.” You stated. “You asked me, that day, why I rejected every man’s advances. Have you figured it out yet?”

She laughed at that. A short, self-loathing laugh for she had mulled this over ever since that day. “Yes..”

You smiled at that. “How is it that a woman so intelligent can be so stupid at the same time?” You questioned.

She went to open her mouth, eyebrows pulled down in slight indignation. “Ah! Let me finish. Larissa, the only person I could ever want in this village is you.”

“And the only person I could ever want is you.” She breathed.

She looked at you with a childlike wonder. You were everything she could have dreamed of and more. The two of you had been dancing around one another since the very start, unfortunately Larissa was just too blind to see it.

Until now.

“Larissa! Where are we going?!” You questioned, voice trembling with fear as she dragged you along the beaten down path leading into the forest.

She had entered your shared cottage in a frenzy, eyes wild and hair frazzled before she settled her gaze upon you. You hadn’t the time to think as, in an instant, she was dragging you from the comfort of your bed and outside with no further explanation.

Rough stones and stray twigs dug into the soles of your bare feet. Goosebumps rose on your flesh as the frigid air nipped your skin. Larissa came to a halt in a clearing, an otherworldly glow emitting from the alter in the centre.

“Larissa?” Your voice trembled, whether that was due to the cold or your rising fear, you didn’t know.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She whispered, eyes transfixed in the knife floating above the alter. It seemed to drink in the moonlight, pulsating with a subtle, almost imperceptible energy.

“Larissa… maybe we should go.” You tried again, tugging on her arm in a vain attempt to get her to leave. She payed you no mind. Instead, she dropped your arm and walked towards the alter. You were helpless. Rendered useless as you could only watch her grasp the blade.

The moment her fingers clasped around the hilt, a surge of power coursed through her. She gasped into the night air, her eyes widening in shock as a searing heat spread up her body from her palm, mapping a direct path to her heart. She tried to pull away, take back control, but her hand was fused to the blade by an unforeseen force.

Her head was thrown back in a mixture of pain and ecstasy; her face that once held shock, now being home to a crazed grin. Image after image flashed through her mind in rapid succession- visions of ancient battles, soldiers clashing beneath stormy skies. The face of a god imprinted itself in her mind, omnipotent in its omniscience. The power of the blade passed through her, setting her nerves alight with energy as it filled every fibre of her being.

Her body was glowing a pale orange, her hair changing from its beautiful blonde to an icy white. And then, as fast as it happened, she dropped to the floor- unconscious.

Larissa had been acting… differently ever since she took you to the woods. She had gathered a mass following; believers of the god ‘Andraste’ with Larissa as their preacher. You had been afraid at first. Afraid of what she was preaching, what she had become. But in the silence of your shared nights, you could see a flicker of the woman she had once been… and it was enough for you to stay.

It hadn’t taken her very long to gather a large following, and then somehow she had obtained a castle and maids. You were treated like a queen, fawned over by Larissa and her servants.

But it wasn’t the same.

You missed the quiet nights you would spend with your blonde lover in the comfort of your cottage. When the only thing that mattered to you was each other. Now, Larissa was preoccupied with running her religion, or whatever it was. You were just an afterthought most days than not.

You sat in the chapel, deft fingers lighting a candle in prayer. You weren’t praying to anybody in particular, you had never really been the religious type, but you were hoping that somebody out there was listening.

Larissa was supposed to meet you once the sun settled in the horizon, but she was yet to be seen. You sighed softly, the flickering of the candles in front of you the only light source in the room. She was supposed to speak with you, listen to your worries about her and what she was becoming. She had promised that she would be here.

A rustle sounded out from somewhere in the dark depths surrounding you. You swivelled on your heel and into a standing position as fast as you could, heart skipping a beat. Your eyes searched the dark as best you could from where you stood in the dimly lit room. Albeit ultimately finding nothing.

“Larissa?” You questioned into the darkness, eyes straining to see something. Anything.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

Your heart sounded out, irregular in rhythm. Your hands flicked nervously, fingers twitching in anticipation. “Larissa? Is that you?”

The silence stretched out. It felt like you had been looking for the source of the sound for hours before you finally settled down onto the floor once more. Another rustle. One too close for comfort.

However, you weren’t fast enough for as soon as you turned your head a dull pain resounded in your temple before you ultimately succumbed to an inky darkness.

Larissa was late. She knew that she had no excuse. You had asked for just a moment of her time and instead of being there waiting for you, she was selfishly seeking more power. She had only been drawn from her slumped form over the ancient scrolls sprawled across her desk due to Maura, your favourite maid and companion, reminding her about your meeting.

She had rushed down the winding corridors and across the courtyard as fast as she could. Although it seemed that she was not fast enough. Her heart sunk once she reached the chapel, a soft call of your name went unanswered. The only clue that you had been there at all was the freshly lit candle in the centre of the alter. No…

Larissa was so certain in your relationship. She foolishly believed that your blind devotion to her would be enough for you to stay. Despite her pushing you away, despite her neglecting you for months; she thought that you would be by her side forever. But she was wrong. The soulless chapel a sickening reminder that you were no longer by her side.

You left.

#wednesday 2022 #larissa x you #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #larissa weems

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the-muppet-joker · 8 months ago

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A rough draft of what I will send Ethan:

Hello... this is [Legal Name Redacted]. I am messaging you to apologize for how I acted when we worked together. You may recall that I cut off a piece of your beautiful green hair. I bet you are wondering why I did that. In retrospect, that was fairly strange of me. You see, I am Catholic. I had built an altar dedicated to praying to the LORD for us to one day be together (yes, a gay Catholic. We exist. God told me He had no issue with our love). I overheard you saying that you were going to dye your hair a new color and I panicked because I took the fact that we both had dyed green hair as a sign that we were meant to be. So I simply took action to preserve your hair for my altar. I had no intentions of doing anything weird or sexual with the hair as you seemed to think given your reaction. I now understand that what I did may have felt violating to you. I discovered this when I left home to live in the forest, which I did becauae my parents are getting divorced. It is very traumatic for me and honestly I would appreciate it if you would make an effort to reach out to me during this time. In any case, as I tried to sleep under a tree, I was suddenly remimded of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil in the Garden of Eden. That's odd, I thought to myself. I should not have such a vivid memory of that. Unless, perhaps, I was there when it happened in a past life. You see, I am an Adam Kin as it turns out. Yes, Adam, as in the first man. I suppose this technically makes me your father, but do not worry about that, we will figure it out. Perhaps you can call me "Daddy?" That was a joke. Do not call the police. Anyways, I unlocked kin memories of my past life, I remembered how it felt when God took my rib to crrate Eve. He did this without my consent. It felt so violating. But then I realized that my rib was just like your hair: a piece of myself taken without my consent. I am so sorry I did this to you Ethan. I am sick at myself for letting my love for you get the best of me. I will not take any more pieces of you, I promise. And maybe, if you accept my apology, we can be friends? Or more than friends if you wish, but I was quite hurt by your rejection and may need some time. Do not worry about me, though, I have a "special someone" keeping me company in the mean time... he's very sweet and, heh. Let's just say he's a muppet.

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fnlbeautifca · 2 months ago

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the other day i was thinking about how cute it would be if all the Lis personalities swapped around

i figured:

kylar personality -> whitney

sydney personality -> alex

robin personality -> eden

whitney personality -> robin

eden personality -> sydney

avery personality -> kylar

alex personality -> avery

yapping below… 💖💖

(yes i did just really want to think about timid yandere whitney. dont judge me…)

i had this in my drafts for a while… this is more just me typing random things with no real plot or structure . so do not expect a full fleshed out story :3c idk if i will expand on this in the future so here is this…

anyway i think it would be silly… i like to think it just magically happens one day and pc has to go on a wild adventure to fix everything because kylar acting like a snob and robin acting like a jerkwad throws off the balance of the ecosystem

okay… anyway… the first person you run into is, of course, robin… you go to get them to walk to school with you, but they tell you to screw off and slam their bedroom door in your face. well thats very new. you dont want to make them more upset, so you just head off to school on your own.

the next person you see is whitney. well they see you, then rather creepily tugs on your sleeve. you expect kylar to be asking you for “alone time,” but no, whitney is asking you instead. “is this a joke?” you ask, and whitney looks genuinely taken aback, they assure you its not, and slink away like a kicked puppy at the rejection of their advances. you tried to wrap your head around the sudden change in the two— maybe it was just a coincidence. yes, a coincidence! a weird off day… maybe you could go confide in sydney…

lunch rolls around, and sydney isnt at their usual table. weird, maybe they got swamped with work in the library…? you make your way there, and they sit at their counter, working. when you approach, at first they meet you with a mean glare, but their face softens when they see its you. “hello.” is all they say. you try to make conversation, but theyre much less talkative than usual. whenever someone comes in with a late book, they have a genuinely irritated and upset look on their face, sending the book criminal off with a couple of harsh words. when lunch is over, you quietly leave the library.

after school you bump into kylar, and say hello. they dont return the politeness, and insist on a date tonight at a fancy restaurant. they seem to almost look down on you… you reject the date, and they scoff, and turn away.

while walking to your job at the cafe, you bump into avery, who is for once not in their car stalking the streets for you. they talk louder than normal, and is strangely friendly. before they wanted to keep up their appearance, but even as people give sideways looks at them, they dont seem to care all too much. they insist on buying you something to eat, and send you off after your mini date.

next, you bump into eden. literally! you hadnt visited them in a while, and fearing the worst, you brace yourself to be dragged off back to the forest… but it never comes. instead, they politely ask if you will visit again soon. they dont even seem to be too mad, more like a sad puppy. you tell them that you will come visit soon, and immediately get on a bus after they leave, to go straight to the countryside.

the sun is lower in the sky by the time you get to alex’s farm, but when you get there, you can see alex lecturing a group of workers who were caught with beer. knowing alex’s inclinations, you question them as the workers slink off to finish up what they were doing. alex teaches you about the importance of being in control of your vices. it is all very strange

when the sun is below the horizon, you go home, thoroughly confused about what happened today. since when was alex so uptight? sydney so cold? robin so mean? kylar so stuck up? whitney so timid? eden so meek? avery so friendly?… you may never know, but you hope this problem resolves itself

also sorry if i didnt get the personalities completely right 😔 i am sleepy and i dont really hang out with anyone who isnt whitney a whole lot so… do not judge me too bad!! i did my best

#whitney the bully #robin the orphan #sydney the faithful #eden the hunter #avery the businessperson #kylar the loner #alex the farmhand #degrees of lewdity

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muxshwriting · 9 months ago

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from eden

Will Graham x sister!reader

summary: Will tries to protect his sister from himself and his life, only to push her even closer to it || warnings: knives, blood, gore, graphic injury, death, murder || words: 973 || masterlist

You're sitting on your brother's porch, watching the sun rise as you wait for him. The ground is frozen over, as it often is during winter mornings and your breath forms a mist in front of you. The front door opens and Winston comes running to greet you. Will follows him out and you turn towards him.

"Morning."

"Good morning." His voice is stilted, like he's on edge. "Listen, this isn't a good time..."

"Oh, have you got work or-"

"Yeah. Something like that."

Your mood drops at his rejection. "Ok. I've got the book you asked for and some stuff for the dogs." You offer the bag that was beside you.

"Thanks."

You're sitting outside his door again, waiting for Will to arrive home. Life hadn't been great recently and sometimes all you need is your brother. A car pulls up to the house and two men get out. Will and someone dressed in a very fancy suit.

"Will!" You call out to him and both men turn to face you. Will walks over to you and offers you a hand to stand.

"Hannibal, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is Hannibal Lecter, we work together at the FBI."

"It's nice to meet you." You begin.

Will interrupts you. "What do you need?" He glances back to Hannibal and then to you.

Is this why Will was so distant lately? Becuase he made a new friend? "It's fine Will. It's nothing. I was just leaving anyway." You bite back your emotions and wave a goodbye before getting in your car and driving away from your brother and his new friend Hannibal Lecter.

Jack Crawford calls.

Will's been arrested for a string of murders. Your heart is in your mouth and you find yourself running to the bathroom and emptying your stomach in the toilet. You can hear a muffled question through the phone but the words aren't clear and your head is spinning.

You find yourself on his porch again. Winston's head is laying across your lap and it's the only thing keeping your grounded. Stray tears run down your chin before you can wipe them away and the wind makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

Will was released and aquitted from prison months ago. You know he's seen you walking in the woods near his cabin but he doesn't say anything. He doesn't call and he doesn't text you back anymore. It's like he isn't your brother.

"What's going on Will?"

He's standing outside your door, sweat glistening on his forehead and a distinct bloodstain on his cuffs. The pain in his eyes is immeasurable and his hands shake slightly.

"We need to go. Hannibal is crazy, he's going to try and kill you. We need to go."

Before you can reply, his phone rings. He shows the contact to you and it's Hannbial ringing him. You can't get your head around what Will is talking about. Hannbial is trying to kill you? You've met the man once. Maybe Will is going crazy like Alana said he was. Maybe he's not your brother anymore.

Will is pushing you out of the door, telling you to meet him at his place before he picks up the call and starts talking.

You're running. The woods are so familiar to you, bringing you a sene of comfrot as you reach the beaten path you alway take. The cabin draws nearer and a dog comes to greet you as you run towards them all.

Someone's already on the porch, standing stall and shrouded in darkness.

Your steps come to patterned stop as you stare at the figure. Tentatively you reach for you phone and switch on the torch. Hannibal is standing there, knife in hand, blood dripping from his fingers.

"Hannibal?" Your voice is quiet, afraid.

He smiles, sending a shiver down your spine as you turn and run back towrds the wood. In your panic, your foot twists and you fall to the ground. Hannibal stalks towards you, his smirk growing wider as the knife is raised.

You fumble to your feet, heart thundering as footsteps follow you into the woods. Your phone rings. It's Will.

"Will! Help me. Hannibal's here." You're yelling into the phone, not caring if Hannibal can hear whre you are. Will is yelling back down the phone telling you to run and try to loop back to the house towards him.

You dash to your left, ducking under low branches and trying to quiet your panting breaths. An arm wraps around your neck, holding you against a body. You struggle against his hold but a knife is quickly pressed against your cheek.

You're dragged back through the woods to the cabin where Will is waiting. His face is filled with worry, then replaced by fury as he sees Hannibal holding you.

"I didn't want this for us Will."

Will shakes his head. "Let her go. She doesn't know anything."

Hannibal traces the tip of knife from your temple to your chin and you try to lean away from it. He digs into your skin as you gasp in pain.

"Will-" A sharp pain in your chest cuts you off as you're unceremoniously dropped to the ground. You glance down to see a pool of red soaking into your shirt. Will is by your side in an instant, pressing hard against your chest as you gasp for air you can't seem to get.

"Will." You mutter. He meets your eyes, tears springing in his own. "It's okay. It's okay."

You're fading fast, Hannibal knowing just where to stab to hurt you the most and leave Will unable to save you. The corners of your vision blacken and you reach a hand to Will's face.

"It's okay..."

The world goes black and the last thing you hear is your brother's cry of pain as you fade from the world.

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#will graham #will graham x reader #hannibal #nbc hannibal #muxsh #muxshwriting #from eden

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wrengrif · 10 months ago

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It's Thought Time again

So I've been rolling over this in various posts and reblogs, and I'm finally going to pin down my thoughts and write them here. Some might call this my 'Aziraphale Defense Post', but that's not accurate.

This is my William James take - meaning, everyone's reality is different due to perspective. What is true to me is not going to be true to you, 100% of the time. However, there is a facet of truth in everything we do believe, because we wholeheartedly believe it. That gives us a rainbow of truths from one opinion, each in their own radiant color.

So here's what I believe to be true. 6000 years ago, Heaven and Hell, on two completely different missions, sent the angel and the demon they found the most annoying to Earth. Not the weakest, not the most problematic (not yet anyways), but the ones they all collectively rolled their eyes at. Crowley was too flash. Aziraphale was too soft.

So God plopped Aziraphale in Eden, told him to protect the humans and not let them eat the apple tree that was sitting right there in front of them. Didn't tell him to put up a fence, or wave the flaming sword at them.

Satan booted Crowley upwards and told him to vaguely, 'start some trouble'. Vaguest of orders, no real direction in them. Crowley could have just thrown rocks at Adam and Eve and it would have counted.

We all know what happened from there. However, instead of Heaven and Hell going, 'Okay we're going to really pin down these orders now, sending more troops, let's get humanity really going' ... they basically left Aziraphale and Crowley alone in the office for 6000 years. Oh, the head offices occasionally pop up. Threaten, in their own unique ways. Mostly though, Crowley and Aziraphale were the only immortal beings on a planet filled with human mayflies.

Human mayflies that nine times out of ten would just set fire to themselves, or show greater compassion than either one of them had ever known.

Crowley and Aziraphale were all alone, except for each other. Even among humans, who they clearly understood more than their superiors -- you had to know they both stuck out. Yeah, think on that. Crowley couldn't have been the only one outcast, with his red hair and his yellow eyes. Aziraphale has the most white-blonde, curly hair in existence. Tag along with blue eyes and fair skin and come on. So at the beginning, they only ever really had each other for safe company. As they moved towards Europe, it got easier to fit in but even then you know people were still giving them the side-eye.

They were both transitory - following where-ever a mission went. Probably a home for maybe ten or so years, but then they'd have to move on again. We talk a lot about how Crowley didn't have a physical home until the creation of the bookshop.

That means neither did Aziraphale.

So what happened? They became home to one another. A touchstone in the centuries that passed. Aziraphale never rejected being approached by Crowley, despite being a demon, and Crowley never held Heaven's stupid missions again Aziraphale, so they kept coming together. Over and over again. Think of Rome. Aziraphale is so happy to see Crowley, and it's only been a few decades. Crowley's mood improves the longer the conversation goes on, letting down his defenses, relaxing enough to smirk.

The Arrangement, thought of by Crowley, agreed to by Aziraphale, despite the dangers they both knew they would face, because at least it meant they could see each other without having to make an excuse or just 'happen to be in the area'. Now they could meet up at theatres or in graveyards. They had to be careful - they always, always had to be careful - or the other one could be hurt.

It is the worst thing that can happen to either one of them, if the other one is hurt, or worse, killed. Remember Aziraphale's face in the graveyard, that look of sheer horror when he realizes Hell has taken Crowley.

Remember Crowley yelling as he runs into a burning bookshop.

The bookshop and the Bentley are theirs, but they can lose those and still go on, as long as they have each other. Maybe it is co-dependent, but honestly who else can they depend on, if not each other? That's why I believe Aziraphale begged Crowley to come with him to Heaven, not because he wanted Crowley to be an angel, but because Crowley would be safe - Aziraphale's Home would be Safe. That's why he says, 'Nothing lasts forever'. No Thing.

Crowley is not a Thing, to Aziraphale. Crowley is Aziraphale's Person. His safe place, and he's Crowley's. They both know it. It's why Aziraphale never wants to run away because he knows he's not fighting for a place called home, he's fighting for Crowley. It's why Crowley walks away and always comes back - not because he's weak but because he knows that being with Aziraphale is what matters. It's what makes life worth living.

Which is what makes the Final Fifteen so heartbreaking because they are both saying the same thing, but they're on different wavelengths. Yet, Yet ... as time has passed and I've been able to look at the Final Fifteen with some space, I see that it's not as hopeless as it seems.

Because Crowley came back. Because Aziraphale looks ready to do what he has to do. I don't think it'll be violence, because they've never solved their problems with violence and I don't think they'll start now. I just know that They're Not Talking is not going to last as long as we think, and that anger and betrayal is not going to be the first thing on their minds when they finally see one another again.

Probably going to be that kiss, though.

This why I could never say I can't forgive Aziraphale for his actions, because he did what he had to do to keep his home, his Crowley safe. I know Crowley knows that, too. How is that all going to shape up - how they're going to find themselves in balance again?

Well. I guess we'll have to wait, and see.

#aziraphale #crowley #good omens #good omens meta #my perspective is that love will save the day

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kaylaz-world-00 · 1 year ago

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I have like... a few ideas to write for Bullfrog along with your requests. Lemme make a requests list first:

Bullfrog

A part two for Bullfrog being reunited with Reader after he's freed from his execution.

Yandere headcanons for Bullfrog with human reader that works for eden.

Bullfrog with a very affectionate human.

An enemies to lovers oneshot with Bullfrog, the reader is working with the government of Eden.

Nsfw headcanons for Bullfrog

A Bullfrog scenario that sees the reader very hurt and goes on a killing spree.

Reader and Bullfrog are dating but the relationship breaks with a betrayal. Bullfrog finding out the reader actually works for eden by mere coincidence.

A touch starved Bullfrog who doesn't realize he's touch starved until his small kisses with reader become a heavy desperate makeout session on their couch.

A scenario where Bullfrog first realizes he has feelings for the reader.

Some headcanons about Bullfrog with a s/o who fidgets a lot.

Bullfrog with a s/o who's love language is gift giving

A scenario where Bullfrog's s/o is drunk and all clingy.

Bullfrog being comforted by Reader. He's remembering his mentor and friends that died before him and needs comfort. (Omg my headcanon? :3)

Bullfrog taking care of badly wounded GN!reader

Bullfrog with a Hybrid Fox reader who protects him Hcs

Bullfrog going after a target but we jump out and tackle him and it turns into a fight

Y/N is a poison dart that isn't able to touch or kiss someone or else they could die. What if Bullfrog accidently touches Y/N (or gets hurt during a mission), thinking that he might not make it, he finally kisses Y/N despite their poison. I smell potential angst (Yes I smell it too jasjksj such a cute idea)

Bullfrog comforts anxious reader after having a nightmare. Also with Rayman/Ramon

I really loved you're enemies to perhaps eventual lovers with the eden guard❤️❤️would it be possible to request a first kiss with that reader and Bullfrog? Or maybe the first time they're intimate

A bookish/researcher reader that maybe works for the guild and Bullfrog has been teaching them self defense out of concern for their well being

Bullfrog (and Rayman) with a reader whose reaction to someone trying to attack their partner is to drop into a split and send a full-force punch between the would-be assailant's legs? Like, Y/N just straight-up Johnny Cages the poor sap

Nsfw shower scenario with both Rayman and Bullfrog

Bullfrog with a f!s/o who has never received affection in her entire life

Headcanons for Bullfrogs and his S/O's first kiss

Bullfrog patches us up this time after we get hurt

After Bullfrog rescued from his execution, reader takes care of him

RAYMAN

Y/N has low self-esteem and doesn't like their appearance and Rayman conforts them

Headcanons for Rayman with a touchstarved or shy (or both if you'd like!) s/o

Headcanon about reader meeting rayman/ramon in college, supported him when he began to work with eden but, were slowly drifting apart due to both of them being busy, then reconnecting when he was fired by eden and killed the head of directors.

Rayman nsfw alphabet.

Laserhawk!ramon x fem!reader smut where she is the same species as him.

And there is your ideas scattered around in my comments, (and mine also 👀) that I will definetly write:

What would Bullfrog do if we come home with a kid?

Hibernation angst

Bullfrog's past

I also want to write something to emphasize/acknowledge his abilities and skills.

Sick headcanons

Everyday headcanons

You both are somewhere cold, there is snow outside but it shouldn't be winter where you live. Angst with comfort

What if Bullfrog learns his next target is us?! And the last second too, like maybe when he gets inside our house, and that's when he realise? (Idk. He already know us of course. Maybe even had some certain feelings too who knows? 👀) Even better, we saw him and understand what's going on!

A rejection scenario. He express his feelings but face a rejection. (For Bonus I am gonna write this for Rayman too~)

Bullfrog forsees dating us!!

Yes but now this got me thinking WHAT IF he forsees us DYING?!

Will be added more as ideas come :)

(I will add links at the parts that I wrote and published.)

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #reader #x reader #requests #ideas #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #captain laserhawk

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artoriarts · 10 months ago

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borked coloring but Adam & Eve prime. While I’m of the mind that p-3 probably should probably be Lucifer (though it would fit the tragedy if he wasn’t even strong enough to be a prime. Simply a man concerned of his lord’s work damned with the rest. but I’m getting ahead of myself) or another Greek figure to keep up the theme, that don’t stop me from thinking. Cracked lore under cut

Don’t have any specific specifics but my general idea is that, unlike Minos and Sisyphus who remain in the world via willpower, the lovers here do so out of a combination of latent power as the first humans and sheer denial and the simple urge to live. Due to God’s shame robbing them of an explanation, neither of them even *know* why they’re in hell, whatever sin put them there in the first place. They barely even know what hell is. All they know is each other and the eternal torment that their minds reject. This, understandably, left the two bitter and paranoid and angry and, above all, horrified of everything around them, and cultivated their first response to anything being incredible violence, which eventually got them locked up by heaven in their flesh penitentiary or whatever prison synonym we go for. When v1 finally comes along and frees them, they’re barely coherent enough to even give their speech, and they have not a shred of the valiance their fellow primes have shown - they harbor no grudge against the angels, their only wish to be free, but upon registering v1’s presence, the only response they can muster is fear, and consequently try to fight it. Upon their inevitable defeat, the two, again, free of malice, and now drained even of self-defensive anger, can only embrace and cry together one last time.

During their fight itself, I'm imagining that the two are completely animalistic - they move nearly as fast and erratically as v1 itself, dependent a lot more on direct movement than the teleports Minos and Sisyphus work with, their state of "rest" when out of stamina being skating around and peppering v1 with thorns of eden much akin to v2's combat. Their main combos, their "Thy End is Now!"s and "You Can't Escape!"s have the main caveat that most parry opportunities from Adam are immediately either preceded or proceeded by an unparriable from Eve, and fucking up one will usually confirm the other. Other assorted ideas are:

Vine whip that, while also used by them in their movement to redirect their momentum, can be used like a Hideous harpoon. The way they use this most commonly is to spear v1 and then string it up and suspend it in the air, forcing it to either rely almost entirely on dash i-frames to dodge or quickly kb'ing the whip and slamming back to the ground. Also thinking that their power allows them to instate their presence on the world around them, allowing eden to partially take over the penitentiary, making bramble a hazard that they can just, y'know, grab and fling v1 into.

Previously mentioned thorns of eden are hitscan pellets that they can either fire rapidly, like the gutterman's chaingun, or in short, 2-shot bursts akin to v2's revolver. Also like v2, they can shoot coins with the thorns - And speaking of coins, they also have a sort of coin derivative in seeds of eden, which they can throw out in arrays, which will hang in the air for a moment before homing onto v1. They will do nothing but follow until v1 or A&E shoot it, at which point they will explode, ricocheting around all present seeds, ending the chain with the seed closest to the target (v1 if A&E shoot it, vice versa).

The two have three phases, two health bars - The first health bar is a standard prime fight, with their stamina growing and moveset getting a bit more deadly after hitting half heath, gaining the briars seen wrapping around them in the photo as their "crowning" similar to sisyphus gaining his beard and minos his aura, but the second health bar is much more dramatic, with them struggling to right themselves after the damage v1 has inflicted, with eve, in the struggle, managing to pull her half-formed body out from adam's, standing on her own for the first time since becoming a combined prime on a knotted tangle of veins and translucent guts, the two's spirit reinvigorated by the distress of their separation and the physical agony of being mutually disemboweled, then fighting together as two separate targets. Eve takes half the damage Adam does, but is less aggressive, taking most of the ranged role from him and meleeing only when joining in his melee combos, and, due to half her current body mass being vascular system, is also constantly bleeding fresh blood, essentially having a permanent mini-screwdriver in her.

okay that's all i got for now thanks for reading my illness <3

#my art #art #ultrakill #ultrakill art #oc #ultrakill oc #adam & eve prime #prime soul

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fruitzbasket · 2 years ago

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twiyor eden headcanons pt 2 📚

• time passes. people realize loid is okay. for a guy from westalis, at least. he has the best grades in his class, he’s insanely skilled at tennis and other sports, he’s good at cooking, and… he’s handsome. very handsome. chaos ensues.

• most girls are cool about their attraction to loid. and then there’s people like camilla, who go an extra mile to drive yor away from him and vice-versa. they find it easier to target yor, so she gets the short end of the stick.

• one afternoon loid notices that she’s being strangely quiet. shying away from him, avoiding his eyes. he eventually convinces yor to tell him what’s going on and it turns out that someone (camilla) told her that she’s not pretty or smart enough for him. that she’s too bland. too weird. he almost earns a tronitus bolt for the public telling off he gives to yor’s group of “friends”.

• yor receives many love letters. loid always looks like he’s about to stab someone so even though he’s more popular than yor, he doesn’t get as many confessions as her.

• she’s seen loid around his mom. she hugs him often, ruffles his hair, fixes his uniform. westalians must be affectionate people—that’s why loid holds her hand while walking to class, right?

• franky learns quickly that flirting with yor, even jokingly, is a death sentence.

• the library is their favorite spot in eden. yor reads true crime/horror books and points out gruesome paragraphs with a sweet smile on her face. “…and then his spine was ripped out!” “wow. is that book even allowed here?”

• they often have study dates. not that yor would call them dates, mind you.

• in fact, loid thought they had been dating months before they actually started dating. they walked home together everyday, they went on (one-sided) dates with each other all the time, yor disliked it when he was around other girls, she frequented his house, she slept with her head on his shoulder sometimes, etc.

• the day they became imperial scholars is the day yor kisses his cheek for the first time as a thanks for helping her out with her studies. loid valued that kiss more than his new status as a student.

• you know that official art where eden!loid is wearing a bandaid on his nose and yor is looking kind of bashful? she’s to blame for that bandaid being there at all to begin with. it’s just that he was so—so close! she couldn’t not have panicked!

• confessing to yor is a whole ordeal. loid has to come up with several plans and they all end up in failure for one reason or another. when he finally managed ask yor out on a date and walked her back home with the full intention of confessing his feelings on her doorstep, yuri threw a rock at him from the window.

• yor has very organized notes. she adds a few hearts/flowers/stars next to titles when she’s bored so there’s stuff like ♡WAR CRIMES♡ on her notebook lol. yor also writes things like yor forger, yor briar-forger, yor and loid forger… she remembers those too late, when her notebook is already in the possession of the forger in question.

• yor is part of the volleyball club. loid hoped to join the art club since he’s fairly skilled at drawing, but he's busy with the part-time job sylvia dragged him into. also, the tennis club would riot if he were to give his time to any other club.

• loid confesses to yor during valentine’s day. he sees yor being confessed to by someone who’s getting too comfortable, saying things yor doesn’t understand, touching her arm—normally he would just watch. not this time. he's had enough.

• "you should’ve punched him." "i was about to! why are you so mad for, anyway? it's not like we're d—dating." "...i would like to." "what?" "i would like to date you, yor."

• she straight up runs away from him. it's a disaster. loid thinks he might have miscalculated everything yor has done up until now. to him, that was 100% a rejection. he treats it like one.

• yor avoids him like hell after that incident. they only really talk again a few weeks later, when yor kisses him in the infirmary. she sprained her ankle during volleyball practice and loid carried her all the way there without a word. always so good to her. there's no way loid would see her in a romantic light, not after she's showed all her bad sides in front of him. he'd want to date for someone prettier, someone smarter, someone he can protect.

• loid is expecting her to tell him to leave. he doesn’t expect her to look down and quietly tug on the sleeve of his uniform. "did you mean what you said the other day?" (of course he did.)

• yor’s parents were strongly against their relationship at first, citing yor’s naivety and loid’s westalian origin. loid and yor even had to meet secretly for some time. for that reason and that reason only, they waited until loid was done with medical school to get married.

• in this au, loid retains his canon day job. loid is a good match for a psychiatrist, especially one focused on treating war veterans. he’s unbiased, well-acquainted with the subject of war, has great observational skills, etc. i read somewhere that yor’s performance working in the city hall is average at best? enough to not make her boss mad? so i could see her doing something else that she’s more passionate about, maybe as a teacher for younger kids. she’s great with them. and i like that part where she disguised herself as a teacher to infiltrate eden. more yor in glasses, please.

#spy x family #spyxfamily #twiyor #loid x yor #loid forger #yor forger #yor briar

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baudshaw · 1 year ago

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30 (Yes, thirty!) concepts I made for new seasons, from Isle to Vault. (I still believe no Eden season will be made.)

If you find any of these interesting, please say so and I’ll elaborate!

Isle

Season of Nocturnes: These dark lands have been abandoned by centuries. After returning to their childhood home, the spirits don’t know what to feel.

Season of Gusts: Cast out from the Isle, four young spirits try to create a makeshift home in the clouds. But they better watch their step!

Season of Release: For so long, this strict warrior clan in Isle forbade anyone from entering. But their thoughts change after meeting a young child.

Season of Tears: A family group in Isle has seen their once beautiful meadow grow more and more deteriorated. Should they stay true to their roots or venture to better lands?

Season of Pilgrimage: Lost and dazed, these young travelers never even made it to the land of Sky. But they’re determined to see this beautiful world, or at least what’s remaining of it.

Season of Harbors: Merchants from afar have planned to make a center of culture by the sea. But when trade is slow, problems start to arise…

Prairie

Season of Exploration: “What happens when your desires to go forth outpace the land you can find?

Season of Abundance: Four rural ranchers love to bicker about what foods they should get. In their barn, no food goes to waste.

Season of Harvest: Cultivating the vast lands of Prairie requires strenuous work. Are these spirits up for the task?

Season of Exchange: Instead of using candles, these fledgling spirits have planned to make a new fiat currency! But convincing the people of Sky to use it is harder than they think.

Forest:

Season of Withdrawal: “In these harsh rains, not even the warmest campfire can save you. But it must save them.”

Season of Protection: One guardian, barely an adult, has to help four young children in these rains of darkness. A cozy shelter has been constructed, but it cannot last forever.

Season of Brinkmanship: A large connection of expansive mines have been discovered below the Forest, inviting many. But some have come for more than just ore.

Season of Loss: Spirits from many ages have to learn to process a devastating battle together by trying to re-enact it.

Season of Lightseekers the Sequel: Because they’re just so epic

Valley

Season of Innocence: “The snow is as pure as ever, so pure that it absorbs all imperfections in the land. Yet still, the land is not perfect.”

Season of Liars: The dark underbelly of the Valley city has been exposed! Corruption in the sports betting market has been rampant among the youth of Valley. What can you even do at this point?!

Season of Floating: A strange spirit has been trying to conquer the skies by learning how to fly. Yet all their friends use boats.

Season of Prosperity: A bustling center of architecture has burned down. It’s up to four inexperienced designers to re-create it while adding their own touch.

Season of Heights: To the tallest mountain of Valley, four spirits try to mount an expedition. But strange things happen when you’re so close to the stars…

Wasteland

Season of Beneath: “And so, the spirits have made it here. A land that stars never reach. A land that, somehow, is inhabited. Who would willingly reject themselves from the Light while still being part of it?”

Season of Hiding: Those horrific creatures may not be fully conquered, but in a remote outpost, some have talked about change. They believe that by studying their behaviors, they can outsmart the Dark Dragons.

Season of Collapse: A large dock is breaking down due to poor management. Most spirits want to evacuate, but a nostalgic loner believes in something better.

Season of Burning: (my main one): Traumatized by the war, some spirits still believe there’s a battle to fight. What campaigns will they go on? Nobody knows as they go on an adventure of a lifetime.

Season of Desolation: Even in the Golden Wasteland, this dump would never be willingly inhabited… or so, one might think.

Season of Sharing: This tight-knit community sent soldiers to both sides of the war. After both sides lost, their purpose seems unclear, until someone new steps up.

Season of Survival: Rejects from the Forgotten Ark, these gloomy spirits feel like they have nowhere else to go. But once they find a pristine lake filled with wildlife, their attitude start to shift.

Vault:

Season of Relinquish: “What if both the light and dark could be left behind… to forge a new world? Something that truly belongs to us? I have been thinking a lot, in this place beyond order and chaos.”

Season of Stories: Writing is all these spirits want to do. Who can blame them, with that beautiful library of theirs? But with no one to read it, they feel frustrated.

Season of Opening: Trapped in a bunker for the war, these spirits have a warped perception of time. Can you convince them that they now live in an era of peace?

Season of Closing: A sequel to the Season of Opening. After realizing the horrors of the Shattering, the spirits from the bunker go to the Vault Elder to beg for help. But nobody is there.

#sky cotl #thatskygame #sky children of the light #sky: children of the light #sky #sky:cotl #sky: cotl #that sky game

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daysofyellowroses · 10 months ago

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Bestie bestie bestie I can’t believe I haven’t asked this but do you agree Carmy in love would be soooo Hozier coded???!!!

Like.. Oh my god. His whole life, he’s been faced with rejection and shame and guilt and he has never been given an outlet to shamelessly pour out all the love he has and I feel it’s been sitting idle for so long that when someone comes along and has the key to the valve and unlock it it just comes gushing out and he would be completely obsessed and infatuated.

Specifically the lyrics to me that are so Carmy down bad coded;

“Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.”

“When my time comes around. Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her”

“I just think about my baby, I’m so full of love I can barely eat”

“And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight, your love is sunlight.”

“The jarring of judgment and reasons defeat the sweet heat of her breath in my mouth; I am alive.”

“Whatever here that is left of me is yours as it was.”

“If the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece.”

Like that man would be the ASTRONOMICALLY down bad for his girl.

oh my god i 1000% agree! 🫶🏻 hozier and carm, what a pairing 🌼 i feel like carm would absolutely be down in the depths for his girl to the point that he is terrified of making mistakes and screwing it up, but because he is so terrified of screwing up he does? like..he's so conscious of every little thing he does, is it enough, is it too much, etc. the pressure would get to him and he would blow hot and cold, but i think the right partner would see through all that, would reassure him that they love him for him. he doesn't need to put so much pressure on himself because they're not going anywhere, they're just as down bad for him

#ask #the bear #carmen berzatto #hozier #two of my absolute fave men yes please

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necros-writing-stuff · 11 months ago

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after reading Dare if he was in the DoL universe, I was curious about his opinion/thoughts on the LIs/other NPCs

I'm not fond of this AU so I'm not going to write much more beyond this and the other ask I got about it, just a heads up.

Yeah Dare doesn't like himself most days, it's going to be super difficult to get him to like anyone in DoL.

I already said about Eden in a previous post, but they would hate each other.

The only person he's going to find chill and friendly is pretty much Landry. Landry is cool, Dare drinks at the pub and has talked to them a few times, but they wouldn't be friends cause Landry can see a shark in the water right there.

The school LIs? A bunch of little shits with no impact on his life, he doesn't give a single fuck, wouldn't even look their way. The only ones he'd even be aware of existing would be Whitney (some of his employees know Whitney's family) and Robin (been offered them by Bailey when looking for who to buy) (rejected the offer).

Bailey and Briar are in a similar boat of "I may buy from you but I don't trust you at all." Hates being in Briar's brothel cause he hates seeing the shit that goes on there. Hypocrite Dare strikes again. Much more likely to go to Darryl's place, and honestly if PC didn't exist he's likely try to grab Darryl for himself.

Doesn't even know Charlie, Wren, Alex, Gwylan, Remy, Zephyr, IW, any of the prison characters, Jordan, the Night Monster, Micky, Morgan.

Knows Winter only cause they taught him. Doesn't know the other teachers.

Quinn is a fuck to deal with when it comes to zoning regulations and building. Smarmy fucker with a false charm.

Doesn't know Avery but would fling them out of the top floor of a high-rise if he did.

Literally 0 opinion on BW or GH. That's a fucking creature, what do you want from him. They might be annoying on hunts, but that's about it.

Black Dog however, he'd try to bring home and be sad when they wouldn't come.

Avoids Harper at all costs. Harper creeps him the fuck out to the point where he feels the urge to punch them square in the face and break their glasses every time they move an inch.

#spill your guts #anonymous #darius radner #dol au

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dorsey-divine · 1 year ago

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The Binding Of God

Content Warning: Mentions of child death, religious trauma

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Now it came to pass after these things that God tested Abraham, and said to him, “Abraham!”

And he said “Here I am.”

Then He said, “Take now your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.”

“Why do you desire Isaac, my Lord God?” asked Abraham.

“Do you not trust me Abraham?” asked God in return, surprised that His command was not immediately heeded.

“I do Almighty Father, Lord of Lords, and King of Kings, but before a ram was the sacrifice to your most holy Heavenly Father. Why now must my son be sacrificed?” Abraham asked again.

“Because I command it so.” Answered God. “Will you disobey my command?”

Abraham did not answer the Lord’s question, instead he asked, “If an earthly Lord ordered a son to be sacrificed in his name would he not be evil?”

“He would.” God told Abraham, “The killing of an innocent is a most high sin.”

“I would not obey that command from an earthly Lord.” Stated Abraham. “Whether it was my son Isaac or another man’s, for I follow your teachings and wisdom Lord.”

“That is noble and good Abraham.” Commended God.

“Yes it is. You are my Lord, and you command me to kill my beloved son in your name.” Abraham said, “Do you see now why I hesitate?”

“I do,” said God, “but I am not an earthly Lord. I am the most high God. I ask for your trust and faith Abraham.”

“But I am an earthly man, just as you made me.” Responded Abraham. “Would you kill your son Lord, if you had one?”

“I will one day.” Said God. “He will be your savior, delivered to your wretched and sinful earth by a virgin mother, and He will die for the sins of all humanity. Not only Him, but you humans are my children, made in my image.” God told Abraham.

“A father willing to strike down his child is no father at all.” Responded Abraham. “You say we humans are your children, but you call our home wretched and sinful. If you love us Lord, why leave us here?”

“Eve disobeyed me in the garden, do you not remember?” Asked God.

“The Original Sin, I remember Lord. She disobeyed your command not to eat the fruit of knowledge and was cast, along with her husband Adam, from Eden.” Abraham paused and seemed to weigh his words. “Her sin tainted us all Lord?”

“Yes.” Answered God. “Do you fear being rejected from my light as well?”

“I do.” Abraham told God, and his voice began to shake.

“You may weep Abraham.” God said to Abraham. And he did, for many hours, the terrible love and wrath of the Heavenly Father overwhelming him completely. Once his tears had run dry Abraham looked to the sky where the Lord was, waiting for his words. The Lord did not speak, so Abraham did.

“You truly are omniscient my Lord, so you know my heart.” Said Abraham. “I regret what I must say now.”

“I know Abraham.” God told his once faithful servant.

“I fear you Father,” Abraham began “I know you love me despite my sinful flesh and soul, but I fear you.” Abraham stood up straighter. “You are the one who taught me that fear is not the most powerful emotion, but instead forgiveness and love, and I have taken that lesson to heart.”

“I know you have Abraham.” Interrupted God. Abraham did not heed Him and continued to talk.

“I love you God. I love you for your grace, for your glory, for your patience, and for your love. My love for you is unlike what I feel for any other, but that does not make it the strongest love within my heart and soul. I love my son beyond what I can describe even to you Lord, and I choose him.”

This angered God. “You would damn your immortal soul and refuse to obey me?” His voice thundered throughout the Heavens and the earth.

“Yes Lord.” Said Abraham. “I would die one thousand deaths and suffer eternal damnation for my son.” And with that, Abraham walked away from God and back into his home.

After some time stewing in anger, the Lord sent an angel to speak to Abraham.

“Abraham! Abraham!” Called the angel.

“Here I am.” replied Abraham. “Why do you seek me angel?”

“I am a messenger of God,” said the angel, “He has asked me to speak with you. Will you still disobey him?”

“Yes, messenger of God, if he still commands me to sacrifice my only son.”

“He does.” Spoke the angel. “Do you not trust His purpose?”

“I trust His purpose as the creator and ruler of all time and space, but my son is mine, to do with as I will.” Abraham told the angel, as he had told God. “If my punishment is to be struck down and delivered to Hell do so now, if I am to die I do not want to linger.” Abraham dropped to his knees and looked up at the angel.

"I swear by myself,” declared the angel, on behalf of God “that because you have done this and have withheld your son, your only son, I will surely curse you and make your descendants as few as the stars on the earth and as the grass on the seashore. Your descendants will slave away in the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be condemned, because you have disobeyed me." After these words the angel flew back to Heaven and Abraham was left alone to weep for the future. He wished he had never doubted his Lord, and that his descendants would not be punished for it.

“Isaac!” He called out, rising to his feet.

“Here I am.” said his son, having run to meet Abraham’s call. “Are you alright?” he asked upon seeing his father’s face.

“Yes my son, I am, because you are here with me.” Abraham told Isaac, remembering why he had strayed from God. He stepped forward and took his son by the shoulders. “I love you more than anything Isaac.”

“I love you as well father. But why do you weep?”

“God has cursed my descendants, your children, and their children and all after. They will be few- and slaves to their enemies and bring misfortune upon all nations of the world. I disobeyed Him by denying to sacrificing you.” Abraham drew his son into an embrace. “I am sorry Isaac.”

Isaac thought for a moment, then spoke. “It is alright father, for if God has given us free will, and in His grace He has, then we may disobey his plans. I shall have many children and they shall bring joy and love to the world, and their children shall do the same, and all after. God’s light may no longer shine on our family, but your love shines on me, for you did not kill me. God’s love is mighty, but it is not yours, and yours is all I need.”

#short stories #religious trauma #short story #writing #catholic trauma #christianity #daddy issues

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elpida · 5 months ago

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@wrldofmyown closed starter for Levi & Eden

A bar like this was not her usual scene and if she were honest she felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb but one of her friends had convinced her that putting herself out there would be fun. She'd been broken up from her ex for months now it's just... she didn't always find it easy to just go and talk to people. She was typically shy, waitressing was different because she was doing her job and she was as friendly as they came, but flirting? The fear of rejection? That was terrifying and embarrassing and- and then he walked in. She'd never seen him before and there were a few moments she found herself just... staring at him.

Her friend sat there watching the way she looked at the tall, tattooed man in awe. If she were honest, he was possibly the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "Go over there, just throw all that worry out the window and go over there to talk to him, tell him you're single, tell him you live alone, anything, say anything at all and I guarantee he's gonna eat out of the palm of your hand Eden! You're gorgeous, nobody here is incapable of seeing that." Eden gave that look that led to her rolling her eyes. "Suzie look at him, he could have anyone he wants-" her friend cut her off. "You. He could want you, but you wont know unless you find out." Eden swallowed thickly. "I can't, Suzie I think I'd forget how to speak." That's when Suzie turned and ordered three shots, pushing them towards her. "One for courage, two for bravery and three for good luck!"

It took Suzie some convincing but it was clear enough, Eden hadn't even looked at anyone else inhere from the moment he walked in, she couldn't take her eyes off of the white haired biker. So, after three courageous shots she stood, smoothing her dark green dress down and made her way over. She was already blushing but once stood in front of him all she could think about was the song she'd had on repeat. "Excuse me, you- you.." she briefly pressed her lips and felt the heat in her cheeks. "You look like you love me, I mean you look like you might like me to ask you to come on home but there's an..." she cleared her throat just a little, moving the same hand to rub at her neck. "There's an alleyway at the side of this building that's pretty dark." Shit, was that too forward? What was she thinking! Was she thinking at all? Probably not, hey maybe he had a girlfriend or something but regardless, she'd spoke to him at least and even if he wasn't interested, her heart raced even having his eyes settle on her. All she could think about was how tall he was, how she'd have to do more than lean on her tiptoes to have his lips on hers, to- oh god, her cheeks burned more thinking about his lips finding more than just hers.

Then the fear started to set in, that he might laugh at her or just, send her on her merry way and think her the biggest idiot for being so forward in quite how hot she found him.

#it doesn't have to be this long i'm just setttting them up ehehehe #IM SO EXCITED #eden&levi #eden interactions

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sarisinema · 8 months ago

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Antichrist: The Most Honest Film About Mental Ilness, Grief and "Nature" of Women

3.05.24 - Blog Post #10

Antichrist, the film Lars von Trier made when he was diagnosed with severe depression and dedicated to Andrei Tarkovsky, was booed at the Cannes Film Festival and Trier was declared a misogynist. When I think about how the film, which is about a couple whose children have died and who go to a country house to grieve, managed to become one of the most unpopular films by Trier, who always portrays female characters in his films, I realize that the film is completely misunderstood. In 2009, before the current social media lynching culture was born, Trier was right to make this risky film, because today, cinephiles fed on films like Barbie or Poor Things under the guise of "feminist film" would probably crucify Trier. So why is this film so disturbing and offensive to feminists?

Antichrist, the evil brother of Solaris and Andrei Rublev, has a seemingly simple story. The movie was promoted as a horror movie before its release, and it already contains a lot of horror elements. The audience who went to the cinema, expecting a horror movie, must have been slapped left and right and realized that the film was more than a horror movie: just as Rublev was more than a historical drama or Solaris more than a science fiction film. Based on the horror movie cliché of going to a cabin in a deserted forest, the film opens with perhaps the best and most ambitious sequence in the history of cinema: Unnamed He and She, father and mother, are making love when their young son Nick, who managed to get out of his crib, falls through an open window. She is hospitalized after the death of his son and tries to recover with medication. Her husband is a psychologist. The man, who thinks that psychiatrists put his wife to drugs and argues that the grieving process should be overcome in a natural way without medication, takes her out of the hospital despite her objections. After leaving the hospital, the woman suffers from anxiety attacks, and she self-harms and feels fear and terror of unexplained origin. Realizing that she fears a forest called Eden, her husband forces her to go to Eden and face her fears.

Their son, Nick - Still from Antichrist, dir. Lars von Trier, 2009

As he tries to persuade her to leave the hospital, she says to him, “Yes, you are very smart, you must be smarter than a doctor, of course you know best.” She lashes out in a spiteful voice. In the movie, he completely suspends his own grieving process and takes on the role of her savior, completely disregarding her own wishes and feelings. The therapy he wants to do is all about the confrontation of fear and uncovering her subconscious, very Freudian. The treatment and attitude that the man confidently tries to apply, which will end in disaster, is a phenomenon that women in the medical world have had to face for years. The woman, who is in a state of mind that Freud would call hysterical, is going through an atypical grieving process. Before her hospitalization, the woman we see at her son's funeral is quite expressionless, then she faints and and is hospitalized. At home, she has anxiety attacks and harms herself. Although these are behaviors that can be seen in the grieving process, they are not common. The arrogant man, unwilling to accept that the woman needs medical help and that this is beyond him, rejects modern medicine and asks her to flush her antidepressants down the toilet. Although he is portrayed as the kind, self-sacrificing and thoughtful husband who tries to help her, he actually represents the masculine order that does not listen to women struggling with mental illness and difficulties, considering them “hysterical” and “abnormal”. The audience, who does not see these points, thinks that the man is portrayed as “good” and “smart” and declares Trier a misogynist. In fact, the situation is quite the opposite.

The evil things the man does under the name of helping the woman are countless. Taking the woman to a completely different environment when she was already at the beginning of the grieving process, tearing her away from her routine and taking away her medication support, the man then takes her to a deserted forest where she will only be alone with her own subconscious and pain. The fact that she faints at the funeral shows that she is unable to face anything, that her brain has shut down. If our brain is trying to make us forget something and focus on other things, it means that we are not in a position to handle the situation. Throwing a person into the lap of something they are not ready for does nothing but teach them harmful coping mechanisms, or drive them mad. This is where the arrogant and overconfident husband misses the point. Not every prescription fits every situation. Before they go to the forest, as they travel on the train, he asks her to close her eyes and imagine she is in the forest. We see the woman crossing a bridge in Eden. This bridge actually represents the transition from consciousness to the subconscious: Whatever binds her to reality is now left behind, Eden, nature, will now control her.

She crosses the bridge - Still from Antichrist dir. Lars von Trier, 2009

The most important point emphasized by feminists attacking the film is Trier's allegory of Woman-Nature-Evil-Devil. The woman, who is equated with nature, is shown as the enemy of reason, that is, of man and civilization, but this is not the focus. When they go to Eden, for example, the man keeps seeing "abnormalities" in nature: The shells sticking to his hands, the fox eating itself, the deer carrying the dead body of its half-born fawn remind us that everything we consider abnormal comes from nature. The fact that nature is described as horrible and cruel in the movie is actually the result of Trier's state of mind at the time, not because he wanted to vilify women. Suffering from severe depression, unable to control his own body, having panic attacks and depressive episodes, Trier wrote the script for Antichrist while taking heavy doses of Prozac. Because he was in major depression, everything seemed bad and meaningless, and Trier reflected his painful state of mind in the movie. In the film, Trier actually shows the helplessness of human beings in the face of mental illness and grief, because there is still no explanation for most cases of depression and mental illnesses other than childhood traumas - the more the rational side of the human being tries to find a reason for the situation, the more unmanageable the situation becomes. Some depressions really do come out of the blue and leave you helpless, and so does anxiety. In the movie, both men and women are helpless, nature is bad, harsh, and human beings, as a reflection of nature, suffer pain that they cannot help. I think the fact that this is analyzed through the woman in the movie is not an insult to the woman, it shows that her situation is even more difficult than men. The woman in the film was probably suffering from postpartum depression for years and unfortunately nobody realized it, not even her husband, the big-nosed psychologist.

Still from Antichrist dir. Lars von Trier, 2009

The movie parallels many of the teachings in the book Antichrist, from which it takes its title. In a chapter he adds at the end of the book, Nietzsche says: “Any transgression against nature is a sin. The most sinful man is the priest: he teaches transgression against nature. What is to be shown to the priest is not the reasons, but the asylum.” In the movie, the man is a priest, rejects modern medicine, separates the woman from her own nature, shames and punishes her for his instincts. He puts the woman at war with her own mind, with her own nature. Most mental illnesses are the result of fighting with one's own nature, which is in fact an animalistic. The people most oppressed and alienated from their nature by religion and social conventions are of course women, especially modern women. There is a flashback in the movie: The woman who wrote a thesis about women who were burned at the stake in the Middle Ages goes to Eden to complete her thesis, taking her young son with her. For some reason, her husband doesn't take care of the baby. The woman, who is supposed to be working, studying and being a great mother, slowly loses her mind and this loneliness goes unnoticed. The woman is afraid of being punished and at the same time carries a great guilt: In nature there are lions that eat their own cubs, cats that tear up yheir weak kittens, birds that throw chicks out of their nests - things that are unthinkable for humans. No matter what a woman does, she cannot exist: Even if she goes against her nature, even if she follows it, she is always doomed to feel guilty and incomplete. The fact that Trier reflects this in the movie doesn't mean that he shows women as hysterical maniacs, he just boldly shows those terrible impulses that no one wants to talk about.

The film not only offers different interpretations of mental illness, postpartum depression and atypical grief, but also focuses on religion-it is a great criticism of religion which is used to restrain society. We also see man's fight with his own nature, also the helplessness of human beings in the face of nature. The conflict between the logical side of us and the things that we cannot control: Our instincts, sexual desires, mental illnesses and aggression. Just like Solaris, Antichrist has a special place in my heart because, by disguising itself as another genre, it actually depicts the process of mourning and the guilt over a death and the most importantly, man's constant struggle with his own psyche. Also when it comes to the feminist backlash, contrary to the blinkered folks at Cannes, I see this movie as a criticism of men who put women in this grotesque state and then try to destroy or restrain them by burning them, destroying them, drugging them.

Because of the feminist backlash, I had to read the movie in terms of gender. May God protect Trier who gave us this masterpiece, from angry cinephile feminists. I hope in one day, we will become a society which is not this angry about the different depictions of the human condition in cinema.

#antichrist #antichrist movie #lars von trier #willem dafoe #charlotte gainsbourg

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