#LEAVE SOME SLAY FOR THE REST OF US DAMN

[painted-kneecaps]

me putting together an outfit for the Crane Wives: i’m going to be the coolest person at this concert

me watching videos of other people’s outfits for the Crane Wives: oh there’s no way in hell i’m going to be the coolest person at this concert

[wendichester]

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 outta love³,

summary. dean's falling out of love.

pairing. dean winchester x reader genre. angst

wordcount. 874

notes / warnings. shout-out to the amazing @candy-coated-misery0731 for coming up with the idea for this third part ehe // depiction of depression, self-isolation, reckless behavior (implied alcohol use and dangerous hunting choices), angst-heavy

ᯓ★ read part 1, part 2

Dean’s still standing in the kitchen long after the door shuts. Your jacket is gone. Your voice—those last few words—isn’t. They linger like smoke, wrapping around his throat until it’s hard to breathe.

"You didn’t love. Not enough."

The thing is—he did. Still does.

But love, it turns out, doesn’t mean a damn thing if you’re too much of a coward to show it.

He stares down into the coffee cup in his hand like it might tell him what to do. All he sees is the reflection of a man who let you walk away. And didn’t stop you.

You don’t cry at first.

That would feel like surrender.

Instead, you move through the days like a ghost. You check into a shitty motel two towns over, the kind with peeling wallpaper and towels that smell like bleach and smoke. You take a job on a hunt that someone else passed on, something nasty and a little too complicated to handle alone. You don’t care.

You pack light. Work fast. Sleep less.

Every bar is your new church. Every bottle, a communion. Every night, a prayer you don’t even bother aiming at the sky.

It’s not revenge. Not exactly.

It’s survival, minus the will to survive.

Dean keeps your mug in the cupboard.

He tells himself he’ll put it away tomorrow. Then another tomorrow. Then a week passes, and it’s still there, untouched, waiting.

Like the rest of him.

He hunts, sure. Goes on a salt-and-burn with Sam. Slays a few demons. Takes a hit or two that hurts worse than it should.

Sam doesn’t push at first. But one morning, he finds Dean staring blankly at the bunker wall like he’s watching something that isn’t there.

“She’s not coming back,” Sam says gently, not cruel, just… honest.

Dean flinches like the words cut. They do.

He doesn’t answer. Just walks out and doesn't come back till well after dark.

You don’t answer his texts.

You see them. Every single one.

The first ones are soft, almost careful.

Just checking in. You okay? I’m sorry. I miss you.

Then there’s a few angry ones. Guilt-sharpened. Defensive.

You think I didn’t love you? That’s bullshit. I never meant to hurt you. You just—left.

You ignore them. Leave him on read.

Because none of it matters now, does it?

Intentions don’t stitch up wounds. And I’m sorry won’t build a goddamn time machine.

Dean dreams about you.

In some, you’re smiling. In others, you’re bleeding.

He wakes up sweating, heart pounding, always reaching for the empty space beside him before he remembers.

It’s colder now.

He’s colder now.

He tries to bury himself in work. In whiskey. In routine.

He tells himself you’re probably fine. That you needed to get away. That maybe it’s better this way.

He doesn’t believe it.

Especially not when Sam gets wind of the job you took solo. One that went south. One that left your name on the list of local injuries reported at a hospital just outside Tulsa.

Dean doesn’t wait.

He gets in the car and drives.

You’re bandaged when he finds you.

One arm wrapped. Lip split. Your jacket stained in places it shouldn’t be.

You’re sitting outside the hospital, smoking a cigarette like it might keep your heart from caving in. Something you picked up recently, because who cares?

When you see him, your body doesn’t even flinch.

Your soul does. But the body? The body’s used to surviving disappointment by now.

Dean pulls up fast, slams the car door like it offended him.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he barks.

You exhale smoke, eyes dull. “Wasn’t.”

He stops. Looks at you harder.

“You almost got yourself killed.”

“Wouldn’t have mattered.”

Those words shouldn’t leave your mouth with that tone. Not with that flat, dead air behind them. But they do. And Dean looks like you just tore out what was left of his heart.

“Don’t say that.”

You blink at him slowly. “Why? It’s true, isn’t it? You already mourned me. Might as well make it official.”

Dean steps back like your words are bullets.

“You don’t mean that.”

You don’t answer.

Because part of you does. Or did. Or wants to.

It’s easier than saying, I didn’t know how else to feel alive without you.

He doesn’t leave.

Not this time.

He leans against the car, hands on his hips, jaw clenched like he’s holding himself together with molars alone.

“I fucked up,” he says eventually. “I know that.”

You don’t respond. Just watch the smoke curl from your cigarette like it’s more interesting than the ruins he’s standing in.

“I was scared,” he says. “And I thought I was protecting you by pulling away. But all I did was make you feel alone. I know that now.”

You flick ash to the ground. “Little late.”

“I know.” His voice breaks. Just enough to cut through. “But I’m here now. If you want me.”

You don’t look at him. Can’t.

Because the worst part isn’t that he’s here.

It’s that a part of you—God help you—wants to fall into him all over again.

And that part?

That part still believes he could be your home, if only he knew how to stay.

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[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Reiner who uses his Titan Form to kidnap his beloved Reader (Like Beauty and the Beast) this can be before or after their revealed to be traitors to the Survey Corps

Reader has always been sweet, kind, gentle and much smaller and dainty compared to everyone else, especially to Reiner

Reader is female if that’s okay

I am such a Reiner fan it hurts.... I'm even more of a fan of Titan Shifters interacting with their obsession as their Titan.

Armored Beast

Yandere! Reiner Braun Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder, Delusional behavior, Blood, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

Reiner knew you were an entirely different creature than him, both literally and and metaphorically. You two aren't meant for each other. You're part of two different worlds...

Yet he still wants you all the same.

You're sweet, kind, gentle... like a sweet little lamb compared to him. You didn't look like you belonged among the cadets or the scouts. But, like many others, you were forced into the role.

No doubt due to his and Bertolt's doing.

Compared to you, Reiner's ruthless, intimidating, rough... a predator, a wolf. Despite such a nature he pretends to be like the rest of you. He pretends to be nice and friendly just like you...

A wolf in sheep wool.

Reiner didn't expect to fall in love with anyone when he came here. He had a mission he had to lead. All that mattered was breaking down the walls.

However, Reiner found himself drawn towards you. You were a cadet just like him, explaining your motives to join with such enthusiasm. You want to help people... you lost so much during the attack in Shiganshina.

You even asked him as cadets to help you train. You looked so determined to slay the beast who ruined your life. You lost so much to the Armored Titan...

You lost so much to him.

Reiner knew it was wrong to love you. You were an Eldian, a young woman trying to make a difference. You had no idea Reiner was the one who took everything from you.

He often scolds himself when he thinks of you fondly. You're a distraction. Plus, if he really loved you, he should leave you alone.

He shouldn't hurt you more than he already has.

Yet despite his attempts to ignore his feelings, you stuck by him. You were completely oblivious to his true nature... He should push you away. Instead... Reiner selfishly allows himself to be in your presence.

You always cared for him, you always clung to him. It never failed to make him feel heated. He enjoyed you so much he tried to delude himself to accept it.

Reiner desperately wanted to see himself as some armored knight for you. He wanted to be seen as your protector. When he was still a cadet and soon a scout... He enjoyed that role.

He loved to protect you... to ignore what he really was.

Unfortunately, Reiner couldn't ignore what he was forever. He's a Warrior, a Titan, a traitor.... He's an armored beast... not some knight.

He's a beast that's completely brought to his knees for one damn girl.

Reiner couldn't play your guardian forever. As much as he wanted to pretend to be yours... to pretend to be like you... He's too different. He isn't like you, won't ever be.

But like any beast... He's selfish.

It was only a matter of time before Reiner and Bertolt were found out. Annie was already caught and hidden away. Reiner knew he and Bertolt were on thin ice.

Once found out... Reiner had no choice but to fulfill the plan he and Bertolt were meant for...

It's been a long three years... it's time to go home.

The moment he was attacked by Mikasa after failing to recruit Eren, Reiner relied on instinct. For the most part he was focused on Eren. However... the eyes of the Armored Titan kept flicking around the battle as Eren tried to restrain him.

He wanted to know where you were...

He just hopes Bertolt didn't hurt you....

By the end of the fight full of punching and biting, Reiner was able to tear through the nape of Eren's Titan. The taste of blood stains his tongue as he does so, the blood immediately steaming upon contact with the air. Upon recovering and ripping Eren away from the steaming flesh, Reiner had one more target.

You.

Poor you attempted to take Eren from him, swinging around his Titan with your ODM gear. Reiner was already aware you were running out of gas and blades. Part of him still didn't want to hurt you...

He's denied himself long enough.

Due to the thick plating of his Titan, you weren't able to pierce his skin. Instead, Reiner tore the hooks you embedded out of his plating before swinging you in front of him. Reiner almost feels... amused when he sees the fear in your eyes as he holds you upside down.

Pity flickers deep within him before he cups you into his hand, shoving you against his chest in a temporary prison. Upon recovering Bertolt and Ymir, Reiner made a break for it. Now... Reiner shouldn't bother hiding himself from you.

He cares little for the amount of gore on his hands and feet. The other Scouts shouldn't matter to him. All he really cares about is you.

Scouts attempt to stop his attempt to flee, but he swats them away. If not, he crushes them to a messy red pulp. Their blood stains his skin... painting him as the monster he is.

It's not the first time he's killed. No, that was with Marco. He doesn't even feel all that bad about it now... that cadet was always too damn friendly with you anyways.

He doesn't deny such a part of himself anymore...

Now you'll know the truth... and you'll love him for who he is...

Eventually.

---

Upon reaching the Giant Forest, Reiner made sure to be careful with you. You were vulnerable in these woods. While Ymir and Eren, the other captives, were Titans... You aren't.

Reiner never left your side since he took you with him. As his body steamed, he watched you unconscious form. He had already broken your ODM gear... you can't run.

You need him.

Reiner viewed you as his beauty. He may be a monster, beast, and Titan... but you're his beauty. He needs you... and now you need him.

He's given up scolding himself. It doesn't matter now. Who cares what you think right now... That can change. In fact... it will change... he just knows it.

It's what's on the inside that counts... but for Reiner, what does that prove? Is he really a monster or just misunderstood? When you wake up... you don't think of such concepts.

You just see a traitor... a murderer... a monster.

Reiner tries to show you he wasn't fully lying to you. He still loves you! In fact, he can't get you out of his head. He just wants you... needs you...!

You've always been his girl.

Yet you slap him away, growling like a cornered animal. You scream that you hate him. That he's a murderer. He's much worse than a traitor in your eyes.

He ruined your home. He killed your family. He pretended to be your friend, to be all buddy buddy after creating tragedy.

He's your enemy. The very Titan that stole everything from you. You couldn't believe it...

Here he was, stealing your life yet again.

Reiner is quiet when you yell at him. He responds to it like a child being scolded by their mother. He's stoic, accepting your words. These are the very same words he said to himself...

Not like it stopped him before.

"What do you even want from me!?" You cry, staring at Reiner in front of you like cornered prey. You look so vulnerable.

You look like you're meant to be his.

"I want you." Reiner states simply, watching you shake like a wounded animal. "I'm taking you home with me... right where you belong as my girl."

You call him crazy. You say he's a crazy and delusional monster. He accepts your comments, he doesn't deny they're true. He is a monster...

A lovesick monster who's willing to kill hundreds with one stomp if it meant he could keep you.

Out of everything in his life, you are the best thing that ever happened to him. Meanwhile, he's the worst thing that's ever happened to you. Yet again you two are opposites.

But you couldn't be more repulsed by him.

There isn't much you can do. You're surrounded by Titans and Eren doesn't look in the condition to shift again. You have no choice but to wait.

You can't do anything but sit and tolerate as Reiner caresses your cheek with an uncharacteristic softness.

"You don't believe I love you, do you?" Reiner whispers, his proximity blasting you with steam. You grimace, looking away despite his hand on your cheek.

"I hate you." You respond back, noticing Reiner's grip tighten for a moment.

"I... know you do." Reiner begrudgingly admits before gripping your shoulder. "But you'll learn I had no choice."

"You ruined my life... twice!" You yell, only for Reiner to shove you into his chest.

"Let me make it better, then." Reiner murmurs, pressing a kiss to your scalp. "Let me show you you're all that matters... That you're my beauty... My girl...."

"You're a brutal beast...!" You snarl, only for Reiner to cover your mouth.

"I know I am..." Reiner admits before leaning closer. "But I don't care... as long as I'm yours, I could care less what I am... just be mine."

"I would never." You seethe, Reiner seems to ignore what you said in order to pull you closer.

"You will." Reiner rebuts. "You will be mine and you won't have to worry about another Titan other than me ever again...."

You can argue all you want, nothing's going to shatter Reiner's little fairy-tale.

He'll take you home... get a house for you both... then live with you as his little wife...

He's a beast... yet you're his beauty... and he plans to get his happily ever after.

[auguste-marmonts-only-fan]

Girl!

You out did yourself again!

😍✨️

9/26 ♡

[vertekel]

Some Miraak headcanons because I woke up too damn early

Also some Hermaeus Mora because those two are like a package that always comes together.

Miraak's skin is almost entirely see through and actively sliding off the muscle around his hands and feet, the same way it is on the Hushed and deep sea fish. You can see his veins quite clearly all over his body

Miraak has no gills, but he is able to breathe underwater through his skin. His skin is slimy to the touch. Like a big newt.

He has a swimmer's body, long proportions that are lean. He has an enlarged chest cavity due to constant use of the Thu'um expanding his lungs so much, and holding his breath underwater before his skin changed.

His exposed open flesh from his skin sliding off is not as prone to infection as one might think, its rather resistant to infection but still rather bloody and slimy...so his gloves stay on.

His clothes are made of thread fashioned from Hermaeus Mora's sinew, allowing for their strange ability to turn into tentacles and the robe's dried blood color.

Miraak has a severe light sensitivity in his eyes that he did not adjust to well when actually returning to Nirn when he does.. eventually.

He struggles to sleep or rest without the sound of water nearby, even in the times after he has been allowed to leave Apocrypha.

Miraak was killed by Hermaeus Mora in my AU, but just because he is dead does not mean he is free. Hermaeus kept his remains and his soul and Miraak or Hermaeus eventually rebound his soul to his body the way Alduin does to the other dragons.

If TLD suggested saving Miraak he would be insulted and spit in our face. That he wants nothing to do with our help and if TLD tried to save him when he was impaled he'd also be mad about us getting in the way of him being impaled by his husband and his husband's monologuing. It's not the first time he's been flat-lined by that fish and probably won't be the last.

Miraak is a very loyal and very dedicated person that takes great offense to betrayal. A trait among dragons is their dedications to their oaths and pledges and debts. He does not view his actions in Skyrim as betrayal or disloyalty, even if Hermaeus thinks otherwise.

His body temperature is higher on average than a normal mortal and the dragonborns after him. It makes him uncomfortable in high heat environments.

He was not originally created to slay Alduin or to slay dragons at all. He was originally created by Akatosh to mimic something similar to Herma-Mora's own being. A divine essence with a body of flesh that grows and rots. Miraak was intended to accompany Hermaeus Mora from the very beginning, and that is why no other Dragonborn was created in the merethic era to slay dragons.

Miraak genuinely owes a lot of what he knows to Hermaeus Mora. The dragons were brutal tyrants that limited the education that was available to the Atmorans, destroying any of their histories and studies to replace with propaganda. Miraak was born into this, and Hermaeus Mora liberated him through information. Teaching him to read, to write, and teaching him the secret within his blood and soul.

Miraak can drink a terrifying amount of alcohol and be perfectly sober. Sanguine himself could challenge him to a drinking contest and he'd have to tap out. Hermaeus has gotten him drunk and drugged so many times in their studies together that even the strongest alcohols are like drinking water.

The first dragon Miraak ever killed was one he killed when the dragon was unaware of his intentions and presence. Hermaeus suggested him to slay the beast that shackled him while they rested, to learn the secret within his blood and soul. To draw their blood in his name. To forsake and kill his old gods for him.

Hermaeus Mora tailored the scales, shoulders, and his new mask from the hide of that very same dragon. Miraak watched in both awe and unfathomable horror as his new master devoured his old god.

Miraak's throat is often burning and raw due to the use of the Thu'um. He has fits of coughing up blood due to this.

When Vahlok said Miraak was seduced by Hermaeus Mora he means SEDUCED.

Miraak primarily eats seafood even after he is allowed to leave Apocrypha. He enjoys the taste more than anything else and after he was in service to Hermaeus for a while, Herma-Mora would offer him pieces of his own body to eat. He made some absolutely delicious meals out of it.

Miraak is kinda like a mermaid but without the tail, he is an excellent swimmer and often hid in the murky pools of Apocrypha. Intentionally out of sight of many ciphers and daedra. His intentional obscurity to him made him feel closer to his master, the Lord of the Unknown. By being obscure and unknown himself. This is partially why all historical records of him fail to stand the test of time, and why people struggle to remember him. Even after he is out of Apocrypha he has a habit of lurking just out of sight.

That's all for now I may add onto this in the future or I may not

[ollieblogs-stuff]

Medusa and Lilith: a series of letters through time

Dearest Lilith,

I stumbled across

Your story today.

A passing merchant

Fancied himself a hero

In a moment of idiocy.

I have given up on trying to

Warn them.

I am

What they love to hate;

Something tells me

We have this in common

- Medusa.

~~~

Darling Medusa,

Though you have heard of me,

I must confess

Your name is new to my ears.

I must disagree with your

Expressed sentiments.

We are not what they love to hate;

We are as they made us.

They turned us into these things.

If they then choose to hate what

They created,

Well, that is

Their load to bear.

(I hope I have not offended you

By insinuating you are a 'thing,'

My friend)

- Lilith

~~~

Lovely Lilith,

My, what a welcome surprise to

Receive your reply!

Do not fret about

The language use.

I may have once flinched

At being called a 'thing,'

But that time has long since passed.

I do not get the privilege of

Feeling like a human being

Anymore.

I feel the weight of the word

'Monster'

Resting on my shoulders

From the moment I wake up

To the moment I fall asleep.

I am still human in my dreams.

Some days, it feels like

That is all my humanity ever was -

A dream.

When I think back

To my life before THAT day,

I loathe the way in which

I took my existence for granted.

Oh how different the world

Looks when your life is worth nothing;

When your death is prophesied

And celebrated.

I'll be worth more in death

Than in life.

- Medusa

~~~

My friend,

How my heart aches for you.

I can make my own assumptions

And conclusions about your past

And current situation from your

Previous communication,

But I know that I

Do not have the full picture.

So please excuse me,

My friend,

As I do what more people should

In a position like mine

And not say anything at all.

Just know that

I wish the best for you,

And I do not believe you

To be a monster.

Not in your heart,

And that's where it counts.

People choose to see

What they want to see.

It seems,

For both of us,

People choose to see a villain.

Evidently,

In their eyes,

There is nothing more villainous

Than an empowered woman.

- Lilith

~~~

Adored friend,

I thank you for your sentiments.

If I did not know that

Centuries and oceans

Keep us forever apart,

I may have accused you

Of reading my thoughts.

Whilst being a villain

Is not something people aspire to,

I find it more preferable to

'Hero'

With each passing day.

I am going to die,

Lilith.

I am going to be murdered.

A 'hero' who is no more than a boy

Will be the one to slay this beast.

I am to be no more

Than a milestone

In this child's path

To heroism.

I would wonder where the dignity

In this is,

But as a villain

I am permitted none.

I do not wish this

Child's legacy

To be the only reason

I am remembered.

- Medusa

~~~

Medusa, my dear friend,

We are the legacy we leave behind.

If they will not remember us as

Heroes and humans,

Let them remember us as

Monsters and villains.

If we cannot outrun

Our fate,

Let us embrace it.

Let us be

The most monstrous.

The most villainous.

Let visions of us

Plague their dreams

And moisten their palms.

Let our names be whispered

Like a prayer or profanity.

Let us make it impossible

For them to forget that

They made us this way.

Let us give them a

A damned good reason

To remember our names.

- Lilith

© O.M.A

[citrusclownnz]

silly story

ok, imma start this off by giving you rats some potential warnings:

MY AU!!! This is not canon!!!

gays.

some graphics or smth

my crappy writing style (i am using a phone on a notes app so it’s gonna be worse.)

light curse words a lot

heavy curse words rarely but they are censored to the point where you still know what they are

Stevehero

Hero, just… Hero… he knows what he did

oh, and here; some songs to listen to while reading cus i’m insane (pls give me more songs to use 4 it if you have some ideas!!)

alrighty, that should be it, time to eat my children’s;

(also some curse words that are in the middle are censored so i don’t get yelled at)

oh: if it’s purple then it’s Hero’s thoughts, blue means Steve’s thoughts

[this is a 3rd person pov but over Hero]

Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat, the sound of a rain storm brings joy to those who are inside doing rainy day activities, some sleep to it, others do crafts, or read. Wind chimes that decorate the porches of houses rang out into the quiet rain filled night, calling out for those around them to hear their tunes and bring a smile on the faces of those whom hear. The town was mostly empty for the time being - due to the rainstorm obviously- but there were a few people here and there, walking their dogs, carrying groceries, going for a walk. Though they all had one thing in common; they all had a raincoat or umbrella. Something Hero did not. It was dark out, and cold, and his hair was all wet and sticking to his neck and face, sure, but did Hero care? H*ll no, why should he? It wasn’t like he was out there to find the ugly cursed cube. Who would think he was doing that? Well, maybe he was, for good reason! He was finally going to kill Steven. And when he succeeds he will be as happy as a monster could get. After all it wasn’t like he got caught in the freezing cold rain and forgot a jacket. Noooo… He was indestructible compared to Earth’s weather and other stuff. 

As he walked up the path on the mountain to said hideous cursed cube, he grabbed onto his arms and tightened his grab on them, leaving nail marks which turn his arm a bit red. Once he was finally up the dreaded mountain, he walked up to the door and was about to just open the door but instead…

knock knock knock

“Damn it Hero! Why did you f*cking knock?! Stupid! Stupid! Stu—“

crreeeeaaaaakkkkk. He knocked. And Steven opened the door before Hero could dart away from embarrassment.

“Oh, hey there! Hero…? What are you doing at my door in the middle of the night during a rainstorm?” Steven looked at him like he was worried. Hah! What kind of idiot does he think he is?? Looking worried?

“Nothing! I merely came here to slay you and claim full power! The weather is no problem against I, the great and powerful: Hero!” Although a great performance, Steven looked as if he doesn’t buy it. His face looked like he just witnessed a robber trying to say he wasn’t robbing the bank, with the money in his hand. But his gaze shifted from Hero’s face and to his arms that were shaking from the cold with nail marks indented into them. And just like that his gaze… Softened…

“Cocoa…? It might warm you up a bit? And once you have your full strength back, you could then try slicing my head off. Maybe you’ll finally get it clean off or a cut on my neck! Unlike Alex…” Steve grabs Hero’s arm gently and drags him into the hideous cursed cube against his will. And like an idiot hands Hero his warmest hoodie. 

“Wha-! Steven! You imbecile! We are meant to be enemies! You aren’t allowed to give me a hoodie and offer me cocoa!” Hero tries to plea only for Steven to pull the hoodie over Hero and pull him into a tight hug resting his head atop of Hero’s.

“Whatever you say… Anyways, what type of cocoa do you like best? Dark, milk, white… others I don’t know the name of??” Steven wrapped his arms tighter around Hero, only to let go and walk towards his kitchen. Hero was slightly disappointed the hug ended so quickly, only slightly disappointed! But he frowned and quickly changed his expression to annoyed when he realized his expression.

“Please as if a great being as I needed or wanted cocoa! If I may remind you I am all powerful and do not need cocoa—“ Hero started getting dramatic again, only for Steven to cut him off.

“Dark cocoa with milk and sugar it is…” Steven rolls his eyes as he fills a kettle up with water and sets it on the stove, letting it boil. “I think you left a book you were reading when you were here last, you wanna finish it or just read it while the water boils?”

“Which book did I leave? I don’t remember leaving a book here” Hero walks towards the bookshelf and studies the books there while Steven walks over. 

“I think I put it… Oh, here it is! ‘Don’t want you like a best friend’ …Don’t look at me like that!” Hero death stares Steven in fear but making it look like he’s about to commit murder. {great book btw, it’s rlly good! gay too - ☆CA☆} 

“You didn’t read it did you?” Hero grabs onto Steven’s arm and puts a death grip onto it, leaving nail marks in Steven’s arm as his face goes red and heats up.

“N-no! why would I?! I only read books people recommend to me or let me read!” Steven tries to hold eye contact but fails after the ‘no’ he stutters as he looks around the room trying to not look Hero in the eyes while his face only gets redder and redder.

“Look at me in the eyes damn it!” Hero’s grip tightens “…Why do you look like a damn tomato?!”

*insert whatever the heck a kettle makes when it’s done boiling the water*

[Switch 3rd person pov over to Steve]

“Oh thank god! Thank you kettle for saving me! Good god that was kinda hot if I’m being honest with myself…”

Steve quickly walked over to the kettle to remove it from the stove and stop it screaming, luckily - and sadly - Hero had extremely sensitive ears when it comes to loud noises, so the kettle screeching made him let go of Steve so he could cover his ears. 

Steve grabbed two mugs and started making Hero’s cocoa first, once he finished it made sure to add a few marshmallows and then picked it up and went over to Hero and helped him back up and out of his curled up ball on the floor and over to the couch in front of the television.

“You want a blanket? Or is my hoodie and some cocoa enough to warm you up?” Steve said as he sat down next to Hero and turned on a movie the two had started watching but never finished because Hero fell asleep and Steve didn’t want him to miss a lot of it.

“I’d prefer if we cuddled…” Hero mumbled under his breath blushing a little bit “No, no, this is fine.”

Steve’s face stayed the same and worried that Hero turned down the blanket offer. But on the inside he was screaming with victory after hearing what he assumed Hero didn’t mean to say.

“Alright, well you can hit play on the movie, I’m going to get my cocoa ready!” 

~time skip cause my lazy self doesn’t have to time and energy to lay out all of that, all you need to know is they finished the movie and ended up falling asleep cuddling on the couch (also I like thinking that Hero is short enough that Steve can do cute stuff with him<3)~

As Steve slowly opened his eyes he rubbed them and looked at the clock on the wall. 

9:28

Wait… 9:28?! As in A.M?? Did the two really pass out cuddling on the couch all night??? Hold on, why’s he even worrying? He doesn’t have a job, he’s farms and takes care of his animals. That’s his job. But nonetheless the farming can wait, right now, he’s cuddling his literal soulmate. Might as well enjoy it before Hero wakes up and decides it’s time to kill him…

muwah 💋 {or smth idk}

Steve gently places a soft kiss on Hero’s head, as he then nuzzles a tiny bit closer without waking him up. 

“Damn… I wish this could last forever, but he’s gonna wake up and possibly kill me soon… His hair smells nice… Almost like.. like vanilla… My favorite scent… That’s just a coincidence..! It’s not like he actually listened to me rambling about things I like, besides that’s a common scent for soap! Not planned out whatsoever! Hah… Who the h*ll am I kidding? I know damn well he wouldn’t ever consider or think about me unless it was to plan out my death….”

Steve happens to find himself in an overthinking anxiety attack state, only for a soft yawn to knock him out of it. Steve blinks a few times and removes his head from where he was nuzzling into Hero. 

“Hm..? Oh, good morning Hero. Did ya sleep well? Are you hungry?” Steve asks as he realizes that Hero woke up. 

“Shut it…” Hero shuffles around and shoves his head into Steve’s chest. “Let me sleep you dimwit…”

“You’ve been asleep for hours already though… Could you at least maybe tell me how you slept? I’ll shut up after! And I’ll leave you alone to go make breakfast for when you’re ready to eat!” Hero grips onto Steve’s shirt with one of his hands. “Hero? You okay..? Oh, do you want me to—“

Hero cuts Steve off by pulling his face into a kiss with both hands, Steve’s hands softly grab onto Hero’s waist only for Hero to pull away and shove his head into the nook of Steve’s neck. Which only leaves Steve to get redder and more surprised.

“Finally you shut up…” Hero grabs onto one of Steve’s hands and holds it while he slowly falls back asleep. “Now go back to sleep, Steven…”

*{insert silly error screen here:3}* “What the h*ll just happened??? Did he- I- wha— Holy crap he actually just- …His hand is soft :D”

Steve looks down at Hero with a giant smile on his face, then he softly places a kiss on Hero’s head. Which leads to Hero kissing Steve’s neck.

“Steven, I said go back to sleep…” Hero

mumbles just load enough for Steve to hear.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t apologize..”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go back to sleep. Though could you not kiss my neck— Ow!” Hero bit  Steve’s neck :]

“I said go to sleep.” Hero proceeds to then somehow pass out.

“Alright, whatever you say…” Steve closes his eyes “I love you… Hero..”

Steve falls asleep, leaving Hero staring at him with wide eyes and a soft blush.

“I-“ Hero stutters a bit then softly whispers with a smile “I love you too, Steven.”

[lilicuzi]

Hey so ya know how I made a oc for slay the princess, she lives in my head rent free!

I have drawings! the rest are less clean though.

we have princess, servant, revolution and your own creation

TW blood &gore (under cut)

ok so some changes have been made but I got cutscenes!!! and a better idea of story

First off servant kinda.. there are 4 scenes of my repressed girl, the first one is of when you get her to speak to you and the other 3 are the three ways you die in the chapter. now that I've written my ideas I have more fitting themes and motifs for her in general, so one difference is that her floor is bloody and covered in feathers something I want to connect between servant and YOC is mess there are feathers on the floor and they grow the further her route is. when it comes to the servant normally she will be cleaning the basement that is coated in your feathers and her blood, the longer your around the less feathers there are, of course she's loathing you being around all the while but the princess is mainly dragging her rope around whipping down counters with the feathers and dropping them in the sink.

now the second one is when you give her the knife I already touched on that in the first post but this is the route to the revolution, I imagine you get stubborn or broken, as to get this path you make her FEEL what she's repressed out of fear of you, all the anger and resentment and bitterness. Either by coaxing her to fight you until she snaps so you hand her the knife to kill each other or what I've depicted giving her the knife and letting her kill you straight up without fighting back, which while that seems smitten like I think YOC is more of smitten instead so I think here we will use broken and his empathy/good emotional maturity.

damn this is gonna be long, anyways the way I ordered it isn't the best so I'll keep describing the servant killing you scenes which are the 3rd row( 2nd row might be last). we have the chapter 2 death / give the shifting mound the servant which contains letting her clean all the feathers before she let's go of the repression, here you gave kept shaking the soda bottle by just existing and probably talking more without helping the growing bitterness, this is the last time she speaks to you in a blunt voice as the next scene would be her smiling as "everything goes dark and you die". basically once she's cleaned everything and you haven't done anything she's strong enough to push you into the sink as she's done increasingly harder labour's throughout the chapter, moving faster, growing more and more muscular she also ages a bit or she's tired but she has wrinkles on her eyes and hands. that's the one of the differences from being a prince's as well as her sleeves and hair, now she can easily just shove you into the sink like all the other feathers and strangles you before you can fight back.

the last one of the servant is the route to YOC I'm not spelling your own creation each time. here you clean with her try to talk it out, all the blood is gone but your just leaving more feathers, here you get on the floor to clean but maybe you get smitten if you put her on the counter and clean the floor yourself and opportunist if your in this together once you've noticed how upset she is and then insist it's your duty. no matter how much you clean you just leave more feathers but she doesn't mind anymore she walks on the counters and goes into the sink which had made a mountain of feathers you've picked up but there's still somehow more on the floor than when you began. you join her in the sink slowly crushed under weightless feathers or suffocate when the black lines replace the air everything goes dark and you die. (I did not think about how to get her until I was writing I just thought what would smitten do when drawing yourself on the floor)

I have started to design the cabin in these two while the servant has counters and mess these are very different looking, just like chapter 3! we have the revolution which is a balcony where instead of a counter/basket with a pristine blade you have her crown which is missing gems but otherwise dainty and pretty. like the tower/HEA the pillars are marble and white while the floor looks like the counter tops as this place is clean somwhere bettween castle and manor, down the balcony are stairs into a doll house/cabin? it's split open and furnished as the farther you go in the more stuff this cabin now has but since it's slanted to the middle you can't reach any of it. while for YOC I drew stairs!! kinda they are more of a feathery slope but still it works there's no light in here just feathered walls and floors. she seems happy her hands reach out to you which you can see thanks to her bioluminessence.

the revolution is a different design than originally she has a uniform like a general, much older than before she's like 50 and holding the tip of your blade like a toy, she's grown and has earned her life back she still has the same ideals as before but now she can speak it you are the royalty being addressed by her executioner. she has the knife she's in your shoes and not taking anything personal anymore after all you helped her but she still has a goal and you still take and react and she hates your nature so now you may die. here however this is where you argue she was a princess once, she is flaunting her power over you and she is the one with those crystals on her coat, you just have a bend of wire on your head. she stabs herself and then you in response to that in the end, there's no place for people like us in a world to be saved.

your own creation, I think it's self explanatory she is your art and reflects back you, she's naked other than a feather cloak, she has the eyes of an owl and the talons too, she glows in the dark because your eyes are only on her now. she acts oddly always wanting your next move just smiling as your hands run over to make a red painting, all you've done was place her anger into mania its all just catharsis to her she is unfeeling and overwhelmed but yearning for anything which I'd turned into excitement as she watches herself fall apart. you can't fix her she needs something that isn't you. by the time the shifting mound takes her, she is nothing all the guts and light and flesh are on the floor and she can finally breathe a breath that isn't suffocating feathers.

and I almost forgot about the chapter 1 princess! we have what I described last time, when you steal her crown though your hand I'd twirling it like it's nothing since that seems like an appropriate amount of sass. but I think I've covered everything and I'm tired, I struggled a lot with my mouths honestly and I probably could've made everything detailed but I've worked on this for a while and want to draw something else now so I might have rushed it at the end but hope the people who likes the last post likes this one! bye!

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 9

Captain  (Levi Ackerman X reader)

WC: 1797

TW: umm some violence... aka titan slashing.

Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.

A/N: I hope this chapter isn't too bad! I've been dealing with work, knee surgery/ recovery and doing my masters all at once.. BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT.

Masterlist

Chapter 8

The breakfast was average, no flavor, nothing exciting… Everyone was chatting with one another about finally being able to rest. But I knew something was wrong, the air just didn't feel right. Although the sky looked clear with a few scattered clouds, I couldn't help feel Impending doom that was gonna fall upon us.

There were many birds flying around, very active, as if they were trying to get away from something… 

“ Hey Y/N why are you Sitting alone? Aren't you glad that we're finally resting?” Misa asks as she sits besides me. 

“What is there to be glad about, We just lost a handful of our Comrades.”

“ I know y/n, But don't you think it's worse to dwell on someone's death when they fought for their lives and the lives of others?”

I sigh at that and continue to eat the stale bread… and my once somber thoughts came to a halt when a loud explosion was heard. 

The whole area came to a complete silence.. The birds have stopped flying over us, the wind no longer breezing. With one glance up the 50 meter wall, and there stood a titan. Steaming with it’s hands over the edges of the wall, it’s head above the wall completely, looking over the wall and into the village.

With It’s intense stare and flesh exposed teeth were the last things i remember before the titan took a blow to the wall, compromising it completely. Debris from all around flew in every direction, the sheer strength of the blow throwing all of us away. And the only voice to be heard was Ewrin screaming. 

“ SOLDIERS PREPARE YOURSELF NOW!”

Within seconds we all began running to our ODM Gear and preparing whatever horses we had left…. 

“ Y/N , LEVI, HANGE TAKE 10 SOLDIERS EACH AND DISPERSE, TITANS HAVE ENTERED WALL MARIA,  KILL AS MANY AS YOU CAN!” Erwin yells before being lifted off the ground. 

With a quick glance towards one another we are all on our way leaving it to us to save as many people as we can and slaying every titan in sight. Because I’ll be damned if I’ll be chum for any of these monsters. 

With that I turned to grab my bunch of the group but many of them seemed to have been frightened to death, with no ability to even move. 

“ STAY WATCHING THAT WALL AND YOU’LL BE DEAD, MOVE BECAUSE IF YOU THINK I’M GOING TO SAVE ANY OF YOU, YOU’RE WRONG. IT’S KILL OR GET KILLED. NOW MOVE!” I yell at my group, with a few moving from their spot and being broken out of their trance, while some stood there still. 

“ IF THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE NOT MOVING AT ALL, SO HELP ME IF YOU WANT TO DIE SO MUCH I’LL DO YOU ALL A FAVOR AND KILL YOU HERE! NOW MOVE OR YOU'RE DEAD.” I turn to the last group of people watching them fumble and shake as they try to get their gear working. 

I take off not willing to wait any longer for these fools, if they are so quick to come to fear then they are not worth even risking my life for. As I lead my team towards the titans, I see multiple children alone in the streets. Crying and running.. Where are their mothers.. Their fathers.. With every titan that comes to sight I swiftly speed through the air and slice my blade into their necks. Watching as they fall over, and steam away. 

Just as i’m about to leave the area I have cleared out, I notice a little kid in the corner of an alleyway, crying for it’s mother. Not much of a thought i launch my way into the direction of the child, I know I just said it’s not worth risking my life for someone who is afraid.. But this child is helpless, and i remember what it felt like to cry for a mother who you miss. 

“ Hey it’s okay, I’m here! Do you remember where your mom went or where you last saw her?” I ask the small boy in front of me, as he cries into my chest where I hold him. 

“I-i-i d-don-n’t k-n-no-ow.” the child weeps even more..

Think think.. I can’t just leave him here, but I can’t take him with my ODM gear, he will slip and won’t be able to hold on from my back.. Mid train of thought a blood curdling scream brings me back to reality and that’s when i see a titan looking over between the buildings and into the alleyway I’m in.. no.

No.. no. no.. NO! 

I quickly turn the child to face the wall and tell him to close his eyes and cover his ears. I Latch on to the building across the alleyway and swing through the air quick trying to get to the titan before he reaches for the kid. I fly besides the titan and try to distract it away from the kid but the titan is fixed on the kid. I can’t kill the titan there because it will collapse forward onto the child. 

Wait.. before fully processing my own thought shoot my ODM gear claw into the side of the titans head. This caused the titan to scream in pain and pull my cord, well at least it’s away from the child but now I’m flying directly towards the titan’s face. But the next thing i knew i saw Levi slice the titans neck, making the titan let go of my cord.

“ What the hell is wrong with you” Levi catches me mid air. And begins to move away from the alleyway. 

“ stop! go back!”

“ like hell we’re going back there, you almost got yourself killed.” Levi yells in frustration.

“ THERE’S A CHILD WE NEED TO GO BACK!”

“ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! He yells back at me once again, but this time I push his hands off of me and ignite my Gear again heading back to the child. There I saw him still curled in a ball, tears rolling down from his tightly closed eyes and hands covering his ears.

“ Hey, it’s okay.. I’m here.” I slowly graze his back to not scare him anymore than he already is. With that he turns and jumps into my arms. 

“ Y/N what the hell is going on?” Levi comes and lands besides me watching me as i hold the child tightly. 

“ We need to get him out of here now!”

“ Y/N we don’t have time to save every child.”

“ If you wont help me I’ll do it myself.” I grab my cape and tell the child to get on my back and hold on tightly before wrapping the cape around the child and making sure it’s tight enough. And with that I expel my ODM gear and start trying to get to a safe place for the child. 

“ Y/N! You can’t save everyone, You’ll get yourself killed trying to save one person!” Levi flies beside me and yells towards me. 

“ Then HELP ME! Keep any Titans away from me so that I can get him to safety!”

“ UGH DAMMIT!” Levi yells before zooming in front of me and taking down any Titans in front of me. 

I hear the child let out cries into my shoulder as he holds on tighter around my neck. I feel his sadness.. His cries, oh how much fear they hold… I remember crying once like that.. Not knowing what to do, being so helpless and confused.. But those feelings I once felt don’t consume me anymore.. 

“ Hey it’s okay, you can cry as much as you need! Just hold on tight no matter what, okay, I got you.” I try to comfort the child, knowing well my words will have no effect on him. 

I watch as Levi takes down each titan at a time, as i Maneuver around him and the building before me. It isn’t long before I see a crowd of people who are trying to evacuate, that is when i land and try to spot another soldier or anyone who seems to have good judgment. 

“ HEY! I found this child back there, make sure you get him on a boat!” I spot a soldier who seems to be directing the traffic around. 

“ Where is it’s mother or father!?” The person asks.

“ I just said we found him, Just make sure he is safe please! I have to go back and help now!” I yel as i try to unhook the child from my back and let him down, but he refuses and holds onto me tightly.

“ Hey buddy, I have to go okay, my friends need me and I need to make sure you have time to make it to the boat okay.” I speak softly to the kid and i try to unhook his tight grip around my neck. 

“ N-n-o pleas-s-se don’t l-eav-ve me-e.” the boy cries more.

“ Hey it’s going to be okay! I will be back okay, just trust me okay, I will see you again. I just need you to be brave, okay! I’m really scared too just like you, I don’t want to go back but I have a duty, and my duty is to keep you safe okay! So even when I’m scared and I don't want to do things, I have to be brave and do it okay. So please let me go, I need to go help the man who helped me get you here okay.” I try to reason with the child again, and with that he actually lets go. 

“ Good kid! You’ll be okay! I’ll try to be back okay!” i reaffirm the child.

“ Oka-ay.” He sniffles trying to hold back his cries.

“ okay.” I smile and lean in to give the boy a kiss on his head before I run back to go find Levi.  

It isn’t long before I see him again swooshing through the air, taking down another titan, but in a blink of an eye I see another titan running towards him. Without a second to hesitate I go towards the titan approaching him and make sure to take it down in one swift motion. 

“ You got that kid to where he needed to be?” Levi asks as I land besides him 

“ yeah i did.”

“ Y/N, You can’t just be do–” I cut him off by thanking him instead

“ Thank you Levi, I know it might seem like one life but if it’s one life I can save, then I will do it. So Thank you again.”

“... Y/N it’s not about one life, i don’t know that kid, it’s your life i care about.. Just don’t be so reckless, I can't afford to lose you..”

tag list: @sleepyycatt @sukunas-bitxh

[cassidy273]

Watching Shameless (US version) for the first time. I'll update this as I go.

Note: Please don't spoil anything. The most I know is a character named Debbie has a kid eventually.

Season 1 Episode 1: I'm sorry who the fuck names their child LIP-

Ian is giving off LGBTQIA vibes. Idk tho I might be wrong.

Did...did that child murder a cat?

LIAM IS SO CUTE OMG MY HEARTTTT

Kev and Veronica goddamn-

Why is Frank kinda...

Damn six updates before the fucking title screen.

GODDAMN FRANK AND FIONA ARE BOTH KINDA...

"You're almost nine, you're gonna have to start pulling your weight." made me CACKLE

THIS BITCH REALLY BROUGHT A WHOLE ASS BABY TO SHOW AND TELL-

I wanna execute those two guys who were saying that shit about Fiona at her job.

Midget Naked Witch Bending Over is a really good band name

Why is she going under the table I'm literally so confused-

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW THE FUCK DOES SCIENCE TURN YOU ON KAREN

Why was showing his bare ass necessary?

Lovely. I really wanted to see a guy looking at pictures of boobs today.

Those aren't boobs.

Wait omg my prediction was actually correct what the fuck-

Fiona's dress is literally so pretty omfg

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP DISRESPECTING FIONA FIRST THOSE GUYS MAKE WEIRD COMMENTS ABOUT HER THEN SHE GETS FUCKING ROBBED

DON'T CALL HER A SKANK YOU DICK

Goddamn I forgot that guy's name but he punched that dick so I love him

I'm gonna take a shower I'll watch the rest after

I'm back y'all

The word 'knob-job' just rubs me the wrong way it just sounds so gross-

I was happy that the poor kid's name wasn't Lip but then I heard his name was Philip and that's even worse omg I feel so bad for him

Veronica is an ICON

WHY DID THEY START MAKING OUT WHAT THAT WAS LITERALLY SO RANDOM

Guys I don't think this show is very kid-friendly

BOTH OF THEM ARE ATTRACTIVE TO ME IDK WHO TO LOOK AT I THINK THIS IS WHAT A BI PANIC FEELS LIKE

THEY'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE QUIET WHAT THE FUCK

I feel so bad for her she was almost there and then a fucking garda showed up

I'm gonna leave my laptop for a while sorry

I'm back again

Frank get out of the bar and take care of your kids omfg

He's such an asshole I love him-

OMGOMGOMGSTEVE'SBACK

Aw he's such a nice guy he's not bullying Philip because y'know his name is fucking Philip <3

I think Steve and Fiona might be the first straight ship I've liked in a long time-

Oh my god imagine being Ian like 'Hey, so um, I know I'm your brother and all, but I found your secret gay porn stash and also here's a blowjob from a girl who gave one to me. Enjoy!'

Karen's dad is such an asshole omg kiss your wife dude.

OH MY FUCKING GOD IF I WAS IAN I WOULD LITERALLY EXPLODE RIGHT THERE IMAGINE A GIRL IS SUCKING YOUR YOU KNOW WHAT UNDER THE TABLE AND THEN HER DAD PULLS BACK THE TABLECLOTH I WOULD ACTUALLY DIE

I'M SORRY IS HE TRYING TO BEAT UP THESE KIDS FOR HAVING SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS WITH HIS DAUGHTER

I'm actually dying oh my god that fucking greenscreen as Lip jumped out the window-

I love all of Veronica's outfits she slays so hard

Ew uncensored penis

HE BOUGHT HER A NEW WASHER STEVE IS SO NICE

"Hey! You honour thy father!" "GET FUCKED!" Karen is so iconic

Fiona going 'Please tell me you didn't get some girl pregnant' to her gay brother killed me

DEBBIE IS LITERALLY SO INNOCENT AND KIND I LOVE HER SO MUCH I HOPE SHE DOESN'T TURN OUT LIKE HER DAD-

Steve is the only straight man other than Robert Smith we need as a society.

Never mind. The phrase 'This whole city belongs to the Jennas, and I'm sick of them' sounded a lot like 'You're not like other girls' which is the worst compliment ever.

NEVER MIND X2 I WISH SOMEONE WOULD TALK TO ME LIKE THIS-

Omg I thought he left her for a second and I was so fucking pissed

Imagine you gave a bj to two different guys (WHO ARE BROTHERS) and the first guy's all like 'Hey, did you give my brother a BONER??'

WAIT HOW OLD IS IAN AND HOW OLD IS THE MARRIED SHOP GUY BECAUSE IF THEY'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR I GOTTA GOOGLE THIS

IAN'S FUCKING FIFTEEN WHAT THE ACTUAL DAMN DIDDLY FUCK

'He's done nothing to be sorry for' AYO DUDE

I love Frank so fucking much-

SHOTSSHOTSHOTSHOTSHOTSHOTSSHOTS

I literally forgot Carl existed I feel so bad

Is it just me, or does Lip kinda look like Shia LaBeouf when he played Stanley Yelnats?

AWWW STEVE IS SO NICE

Final Thoughts:

That was so good, and I'm probably gonna not watch it again for a few weeks like what normally happens with shows I like.

[justsomeonewow]

I think I felt inspired... REALLY INSPIRED after watching Dogman...

Puppteer cop

Puppeteer

[Lil' Petey]

Papa, I have something that I must confess

Something that I must get off my chest

Until it is said, I cannot rest

Papa?

[Petey]

Kiddo, go get yourself secure

[Lil' Petey]

But papa

[Petey]

There's only so much left we can endure

Whatever you need to say can wait some more

Of that, I'm sure

[Lil' Petey]

Okay, papa...

[Petey]

Kiddo, back so soon?

Weren't you in your drawing club?

And by the gods, what happened to you?

[Lil' Petey]

We came across Dogman's house

Inside we heard a voice

It seemed to show no malice

To greet it was our choice

But nothing could prepare us for the power that awaited inside

[Petey]

What did Dogman's house hide?

[Lil' Petey]

Papa, since we left home we've faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places

Other villains, monsters, you know the roster, hostile creatures that we could resist

But this was a hell of a twist, 'cause we are weak to a power like this

[Petey]

What was it?

[Lil' Petey]

Dogman, he was talking

[Petey]

What? Since when does he speak?

[Lil' Petey]

He had us in just two words

[Dogman]

Come inside

[Petey]

Damn

[Dogman]

Welcome to the best part of your lives

Go ahead and rest wherever you like

I've got you, don't worry Dogman's got you now

[Lil' Petey]

Only I stayed outside, but the rest went in

[Dogman]

Take a seat

Let me bring you all something to eat

I bet you're tired from the years spent on your feet

I've got you, don't worry Dogman's got you now

[Lil' Petey]

By the time they ate, it was far too late

[Lil' Petey and Dogman]

For inside the meal (think of your past)

He had used an injection (and your mistakes)

They began to bark (they'll be the last)

And grow paws and tails (mistakes you'll make)

He changed them

[Dogman]

I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power

No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer

No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah

[Lil' Petey and Dogman]

They transformed (this is the price)

And it wasn't quick (we pay to live)

He turned my friends (the world does not)

From tadpoles to pups (tend to forgive)

He changed them

[Dogman]

I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power

No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer

No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah

[Lil' Petey]

We have to go save them, papa

[Petey]

No we don't

Look at all we've lost and all we've learned

Every single cost is so much more than what we've earned

Think about the men we have left before there are none

Let's just cut our losses, you and I, and let's run

[Lil' Petey]

Of course I'd like to leave now, of course I'd like to run

But I can hardly sleep now knowing everything we've done

There's no length I wouldn't go if it was you I had to save

I can only hope you'd do the same

[Lil' Petey and Dogman]

I can hear him still, (no one will find)

And his voice deceives, (their way between)

What if he can’t be killed? (my nymphs and I)

Will I choose to leave? (their loving king)

[Petey]

You should

[Dogman]

I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power

No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer

No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah

[Lil' Petey and Dogman]

He’s a clever witch, (this is the price)

And he’s hard to slay (we pay to love)

It’s a game of wits (we draw the line)

But you don’t have to play (watch from above)

[Lil' Petey]

Papa, I have to try

[Dogman]

I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power

No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer

No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. 

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

~

Part 2 - Neteyam

The cold shock of wind that fanned Xilä’s face caused her to stir. With a pained moan she awoke, instantly remembering her fall and the creature that was inches away from attacking her. Eyes still closed she burrowed closer to the warmth that surrounded her body, immediately tensing when it shifted behind her. 

A strangled cry fell from her lips when she finally opened her eyes- the scenery before her causing sudden panic. There was blue everywhere! Blue skies to be exact. The blood drained from her face when she realized she was being flown high in the sky on a mountain banshee. 

Glancing down to the far drop below she jerked, accidentally knocking the person behind her with her already throbbing head. 

The person hissed at the contact and the thick muscled arm wrapped around her midsection, tightened its hold to keep her still. 

“No no no no, let me go. I want to get down. Now please.” Xilä was frantic and scared, her breath turning laboured. 

“Hey stop, calm down or you- Ow!”

She scrambled, clutching and squeezing his arm in panic as the creature beneath them sailed through the air. 

One, she’d never been on a mountain banshee much less anything that could fly and two, heights. Xilä did not do heights. She screwed her eyes shut as she shook with fear. 

“Shit,” muttered the male voice behind her. He shifted them, holding her closer so that her side rested flush against his chest. Xilä’s fingernails dug into his bicep as she hid her face in his shoulder. 

“Sir, are you there? Anyone copy? Dammit. Stupid connection.” 

Neteyam shot a worrying glance to the strange, cowering female in his arms. He had been in the middle of a hunt when he heard her screams, getting there just in time to slay the nantang before it attacked her. 

He saw when she fell, he’d heard the echoing crack of her skull and knew immediately that she needed a healer- he couldn’t very well leave her there. 

Where the hell did she come from though?

He’d never seen her before and he wondered what clan she was from. Definitely not the Anurai clan, not Tipani and certainly not Metkayina. He also highly doubted that she was an Avatar.

She was an odd little thing and it wasn’t until he saw her face that he realized she was Na’vi. 

Her body was completely hidden in strange garb- a mangy hooded cloak swallowed her…even her feet were covered. 

The skin on her face was a pale dusty blue- pale as if she hadn’t seen the sun in years, and when he’d scooped her up, he frowned in concern. She was light- too light. Even with the layers she wore she seemed to weigh nothing.

“You alright there?” He tried asking but she said nothing.

Uncomfortably seated on his ikran, he glided them to his home as she continued to cling to him. The wind knocked her hood away and her wild hair tickled his skin. It smelt sweet, like soap nuts. 

Neteyam breathed a sigh of relief when he caught sight of the clan's boundary. Caring for wild, terrified, injured females was not his forte. He’d breathe a lot easier once he handed her off to a healer but for now, she was his responsibility. And just like everything else in his life, he did to his best- he was going to try his damn hardest to make sure he got her there in one piece.

She moaned and began to move restlessly. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay, you’re fine. Tell me what’s wrong?” He urged, squeezing her lightly, using the voice he’d usually use on his baby sister to get her to calm down.

“I want to get down, please…. it’s too high,” she said in a shaky, quiet voice. 

“You don’t like heights?” 

Her head shook against his shoulder in response. 

“Look we're almost there and you need a healer, so…just hang in a little longer…I’m Neteyam. What’s your name?” 

“Xilä.”

“Xilä,” he said, testing out the name. He noticed her accent was a bit different to the Omatikaya’s, so he asked, “Where are you from Xilä? What clan?” 

“Li'ona.”

Neteyam glanced down at her with a deep frown. “The Deadlands?”

She held the back of her head with her free hand and whimpered in pain. “Neteyam,” she said anxiously, and slightly slurred. “I- I don’t feel so good.”

And then she went completely limp in his arms. 

~

When Xilä woke again, the first thing she noticed was that something soft covered her eyes, completely blocking her vision. The second thing was that her skin prickled from the chill in the air- her body was void of her cloak.  

Wiggling her toes she realized her boots were missing as well. A violent shiver rocked her body and then almost instantaneously warmth came as a thick pelt was gently draped over her, gentle hands tucking in the ends. 

Hands. Hands?! 

She tensed and perked up in complete alertness. Fear spiking, heart accelerating- her body began to shake, and not just from the cold this time. 

Where was she? 

“Shhh child. Be calm, you are safe here,” said a raspy voice, tinged with age. Those gentle hands removed the cloth from her face. Xilä blinked as her eyes adjusted, then fell on an elderly and serious faced female Na’vi. 

Surveying the dimly lit area, she noticed it was a large tent of some sort. Plants, succulents, an assortment of bowls filled with pastes and powders and many other strange items littered a well-crafted table situated in the centre of the room. 

There were a few other bed rolls like the soft one she was laying in currently, but they were vacant. 

The space lingered heavily with the scent of medicinal herbs and spices, and the faint cries of mountain banshees and chatter could be heard from the distance. 

“Here, drink.” The elder helped her sit up a little then tilted a small bowl filled with water against Xilä’s parched lips which she drank greedily, despite her uneasiness. 

Sitting all the way up, she kept the pelt close and eyed the eccentrically dressed woman in mild apprehension. Movement caught her eye and her head snapped too quickly towards it, causing her to wince in pain. 

Those eyes. It was the Na’vi male who had saved her. Neteyam. He was standing in the shadows, arms folded while he leaned against one of the high beams that held up the roof of the tent. He was watching her as if she were some kind of dangerous creature, his face impassive. 

Xilä couldn’t help it, she felt her cheeks tinge at his attire. He was dressed in nothing but a high quality loincloth, a warrior’s belt and jewellery. She was not used to seeing so much skin, even the elder who was draped in a vibrant red, beaded shawl, seemed to be wearing very little. Xilä had to remind herself she was no longer in Li'ona. 

“Don’t mind him. He says he’s keeping guard, protecting me from you. Ha! I’d be surprised if you could even lift a weapon, much less use it- judging by how weak you are.”

“Where’s my father?” Xilä asked timidly.

From her question she saw Neteyam raise his arm, he touched his strange choker and whispered to himself inaudibly, his gaze still locked on her. 

“I am Tsahìk,” the elder said, ignoring her question. She then began creating some sort of concoction while she spoke. “You have a concussion. You are dehydrated and extremely underweight. Your blood circulation is poor which explains why you’re shaking like a leaf in this hot weather and I am placing you on mandatory bed rest for the next two weeks- three if necessary.” 

The healer filled the cup once more, with warm water this time, adding the green coloured concoction to it then handed it to Xilä. “Sip slowly.” 

Feeling overwhelmed and unsure on how to handle the present situation she kept quiet and did as told, sipping on the bitter flavoured tea- she was used to following orders…that she could do. 

Xilä heard the healer’s words about her health but she didn’t think that half of what she said even registered at all. 

“How long have I been here?” 

“Only a couple of hours.” 

The healer fussed over her some more, checking the back of her head first, then examining her eyes, ears and mouth. She had raised her eyebrows at the hand made bruises on her wrists and arms but did not comment on it, for which Xilä was grateful. She simply sliced open a succulent and rubbed its slime all over the ugly looking deep purple and blue marks. 

“Mo’at,” said a deep voice. A towering male Na’vi, half dressed similarly like Neteyam, entered the space and his sharp eyes immediately fixed on her, making her shrink into herself. 

“I thought Neytiri was going to do this?” Questioned the Tsahìk as she stood to face the male. 

“Tuk’s got a stomach ache, she’s clingy right now, only wants her mother,” he said with a little smirk.

The healer sniffed in acknowledgement. “Fine, but don’t overwhelm her, she still needs rest and she’s a meek little thing. I’ll pop in to see Tuktirey.” And then she left the tent leaving Xilä alone with the two men. 

The unnamed Na’vi crouched in front of her but she didn’t meet his eyes. Her father’s words rang in her head- she wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone, she’d already broken the rule by talking to Neteyam and the healer. 

“Hi there. It’s Xilä right? I’m Jake Sully- Olo'eyktan for the Omatikaya clan.” 

Her eyes flicked up to his for a second, before darting away. Here was the Toruk Makto before her- she couldn’t be rude. She quickly bowed her head and made the customary Na’vi sign of respect towards him, ‘I see you.’

He chuckled and returned the gesture. “I assume you’re familiar with my son, Neteyam?”

Eyes snapping to those gold piercing eyes once more, she swallowed nervously as he continued to eye her. Neteyam. There he still stood, looking intimidating as ever. 

“Xilä…my son says that you are from the Deadlands? Li’ona?” She nodded. “Why are you here then? Has something happened?” He spoke softly, almost as if he were speaking to a child. He had kind eyes, she noticed.  

Fiddling with the empty cup in her hands, asked again, “Where is my father?” 

“Right. Neteyam mentioned that too. We have a team out looking for him right now. We’ll find him.” Jake sent a questioning glance at his son who shook his head with a small shrug. “Were you travelling with only your father? Just the two of you?” She nodded, mutely.

He rubbed at the bridge of his brow then asked. “Is he armed?” Her brows furrowed but she dipped her head in response anyway.

“Unit five, do you copy?” He paused, then touched the odd choker on his neck and spoke again. “I need an update on the Li'onan, stat.” 

Frowning at his sanity she looked around to see who he was talking to but there was no one. He wasn’t even addressing her or his son…was he crazy too, like her grandfather Haudhk? When he was alive, he saw and spoke to people who were never there as well. 

“Okay good, keep on those tracks then and just to note be cautious- he’s armed and possibly injured. There was a nantang attack.”

Xilä squinted at the spot Jake was staring at to see if she saw anything but nope. No one was there so she glanced at Neteyam instead. 

He was still looking at her but mild amusement quirked at his lips this time. Her puzzlement at Jake talking to imaginary people must have been funny to him. Feeling stupid, she focused on her hands again. 

“Xilä we’re gonna make sure we find your dad, alight?”

~

His father had been questioning the girl for almost an hour now and they still had nothing. 

She hadn’t said a word aside from asking for her father, choosing to either nod, shake her head or simply shrug her responses. 

Studying her for probably the hundredth time now since he stood there, he concluded that she was no actual threat. She was young- probably his sister Kiri’s age. She breathed innocence and fearfulness, nervously fidgeting with her fingers or flinching at the slightest shuffle from either him or his father. So he tried to stay as still and calm as possible.

There were a few differences between her and an Omatikaya Na’vi. Mainly her dusty blue complexion. Her long, wild and tangled hair had a slight tinge of brown to it and her ears were a bit more pointed. Her eyes though…they were what truly set them apart. They were bright. They almost looked like molten silver or the moon from where he was standing and he wished he had a closer look.

His jaw ticked when he’d first seen it, but he held his tongue from saying anything about the ugly bruises around her wrists and upper arms. They were clearly made by a large hand.  

“Sir, this Tasam, over. We’ve got a problem here and you’re need- Ahh!” Both he and his father heard the message from the comm devices in their ear, simultaneously going on high alert. 

Before Jake could ask what was happening, they were interrupted by a loud commotion coming from outside. An angry roar, shouting and what sounded like a scuffle echoed from the distance. 

He and his father immediately sprinted out the tent, down the stone planted steps and toward the unmistakable growing crowd.  

“Where is she! No no! Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am? I demand to see your leader!” 

Walking towards the congregated area, they saw three males trying to push back an angry looking Na’vi. 

He too was covered head to toe in a threadbare cloak and boots like Xilä when Neteyam first met her. When he broke free from their hold, showing his face, bared fangs and all, Neteyam noticed that his skin and eyes were the same as his daughter but other than that, they looked nothing alike. 

“Xilä! Xilä!” 

“T'shteyo.”

The Li’ona Na’vi stilled and turned in their direction, his demeanor changing instantaneously to one of composure. He sized up Jake who approached him, then seemed to reluctantly bow, showing the Na’vi sign of respect. 

“Toruk Makto, JakeSully…I am honoured that you remember me after all these years.”

His father took in the crowd of clan members before choosing his response. This was an odd situation, he did not want to cause unnecessary reactions from his people. He had to lead by example. 

“Twenty five years ago you answered my call in our clan’s time of need. It is my honour, brother.” He stepped forward and clasped arms with the wild looking Na’vi. 

T'shteyo locked eyes in Neteyam’s direction, his face morphing into an ugly snarl. “Xilä,” he spat. 

Neteyam jerked slightly when he noticed the girl standing near him. He considered himself a highly skilled warrior- nothing ever got past him, his years of training had embedded it into his being. So suffice to say it was not often that people snuck up on him and the fact that she of all people did was more than a surprise. 

At the sound of her name she brushed past him and hurriedly made her way to her father, still clutching the pelt around her body. She was barefooted and walked strangely, frowning at the grass beneath her. 

Neteyam shared a meaningful look with his father when T'shteyo roughly grabbed his daughter and fiercely began whispering to her. He then shoved her behind him as if she were something to be ashamed of. 

“I apologize for my daughter’s intrusion, I hope she has not been a burden.”

Jake's eyes narrowed on the wild Na’vi, disliking him even more every time he opened his mouth. “Why are you here, T’shteyo?” He finally asked, having enough of beating around the bush. 

“I prefer to speak with you privately.”

From the corner of his eye Neteyam saw his mother appear, weaving between the bodies of the crowd to flank her mate. 

“You will speak here,” hissed Neytiri. “You enter our lands with hostility. Attack our guard,” she gestured to a male warrior who’s cheek was split open and another who had a nosebleed. Tasam’s arm looked mangled. “Spare us your excuses! Our people will hear what you have to say for yourself.”

T'shteyo clenched his jaw, struggling to control his anger towards her. He looked toward Jake and glared. “Are you not the mighty Toruk Makto? You let your woman speak for you?”

Jake turned murderous- jaw clenched tight, body gone rigid. Neteyam knew by his stance that his father was seconds away from attacking and if it wasn’t for the hand Neytiri placed on his chest he knew his father would’ve already charged at the Li’ona male. 

Neteyam was ready to pounce the second he saw the ugly bastard- fingers gripped around the handle of his dagger. 

He was seething now, along with many of the other onlookers. How dare he speak of his mother that way.

T'shteyo, as if realizing his mistake, quickly gave a half assed apology. “I…mean no disrespect. I forget our ways are different, is all.” Before Jake could curse him out, he rushed out, “My daughter and I seek Uturu.” 

The crowd erupted into gasps and whispers, though his father and mother showed no signs that his news shocked them- both glares remaining fixed. 

“My position was overthrown. The people…they wish us dead.”

“Why?” Jake hissed.

“The rivers are dry. We have not had rains in almost two decades. The lands bear nothing. No game to catch. My pe-” he shook his head, “The people grew angry, they blame me for their suffering.” 

Mo’at pushed through the crowd now with determined steps and whispered something to Neytiri who nodded in response. 

Prowling slowly as T'shteyo continued to ramble his case, Neytiri circled him with scrutinizing eyes. She moved closer to Xilä who was still hidden from Neteyam’s view and her ears perked up in alarm, eyes softening at whatever it was she saw. 

“Neteyam!” She called immediately.

His reaction was instant and he strode over to his mother. 

“Take her back. She needs rest,” Neytiri said, urging her gently towards him. 

Neteyam frowned at Xilä, she looked even paler than before and she swayed unsteadily on her feet. The pelt and the ugly garment that was hanging off her frame, made her look even more fragile. Just as he reached out for her, she squeaked when she was roughly jerked back. 

“No!” T'shteyo glared at him. “She stays with me. She’s fine, aren’t you girl?” He asked, shaking her. 

“Yes father,” she mumbled automatically, unfocused eyes locked on the ground. 

“See? Leave her be, she don’t need your fussing.” 

His hold looked painfully tight around her arm and Neteyam felt fury bubbling inside of him.

Who the hell was this man?

“She is not fine,” Neteyam hissed in a low growl. “I saw her fall. She hit her head so hard I’m surprised she's even coherent. Your daughter is sick and concussed. Look at her, she’s barely standing! Xilä needs rest and fluids and proper food for Eywa sake! Would it kill you to give a shit?” 

T'shteyo had a thick pulsing vein on his temple that looked as if it was about to burst. “You dare speak to me that way boy? Do you know who I-”

Neyetam marched into his space, his expression menacing. He had a good two inches on the Li’ona Na’vi who had no choice but to look up at him. “You came here. You are the one seeking refuge- our help. So give her. To. Me. Now!” Neteyam hissed through clenched teeth. 

T'shteyo’s cold eyes darkened even more, nose flared before he glanced at Jake Sully to see if he would do anything to stop him but all his father did was raise an eyebrow as if saying “So what’s it going to be?”

“Take her then.” He shoved her forcefully into Neteyam’s arms, as if he were throwing out dross. She slammed into him and a dizzy spell hit her so hard she closed her eyes tightly and had no choice but to press her forehead between his pecs, trying to swallow down a wave of nausea. 

Cold, thin fingers gripped him for balance, tucking into the space between his skin and the tough material of his warrior belt. 

Without a second thought he scooped her up for the second time that day and strode off, not even bothering to spare her father a glance. The crowd parted easily for him and his grandmother trailed behind, muttering angrily to herself. 

Xilä murmured something that didn’t reach his ears. He hoisted her up a bit higher and her check stuck flat against his shoulder blade, eyes screwed shut. “Is it your head?” He asked, concerned. 

“Y-yeah, feels like it’s about to burst.”

Looking down at her, he felt a pang in his chest. He felt unsteady and uncomfortable with the emotions she was suddenly uprooting within him. This girl was a complete stranger and it irritated him how quickly she got under his skin. How quickly he seemed to care.

~

As soon as he placed her feet on the ground, of the healing tent but keeping an arm around her, he heard his name being called. 

“Hey man, what the hell is going o-”

Both Neteyam and Spider startled at the sudden shriek from Xilä, both watching in utter confusion as she scrambled. Hands reaching up to Neteyam’s shoulders, she flung herself into his arms. Her long strange garment rode high up her thighs as her legs wrapped around his waist. 

“-Ooff!” He stumbled slightly but grabbed her waist and thigh automatically to steady them, his body going into full alert, trying to spot the threat. Spider went wide eyed as well, frowning as he watched the tiny cowering female in his friend’s arms.  

Xilä was shaking, her pelt had fallen to the ground, forgotten. Keeping her eyes locked on Spider, she asked in a petrified whisper, “What is it? Why does it look at me that way?”

Neteyam looked around not seeing any danger, eyes sweeping the ground for any crawlers but no- nothing, so he tracked her stare to an equally confused Spider and frowned. “You mean Spider?”

“It is a spy-der?” She asked, rubbing the back of her head with a grimace.

“Hey what’s up…I’m Spider. Nice to meet you.” Spider spoke in the Na'vi language and sent her an ‘I see you’ gesture in hopes it might calm her. 

Her head snapped to Neteyam, face pale with a horrified expression upon it and instant understanding dawned on him. 

“Xilä, this is Spider, that’s his name, he’s a human. You’ve never seen a human before, have you?” 

“No…I thought they were weapons of mass destruction. My father said so…” 

Neteyam tried putting her down but her hold tightened around him. Alright, I guess we’re doing it this way.

He walked closer to the human boy. “He’s friendly, see?” 

Spider grinned through his mask and gave a wave, wigging his five strange fingers. Her ears perked up looking less terrified the more she examined him through squinted eyes. She guessed he looked harmless.  

“Alright,” she whispered, slumping against Neteyam, weakly.

Mo’at walked in at that moment, passing them straight with an armful of blankets she went to collect. She seemed to be still seething in anger judging by the scowl on her face. She knelt in front of her workstation, and began tinkering with her ingredients. 

“You can put my patient down now, Neteyam.”

~

“-and that could have ended far worse, Neteyam! What the hell were you thinking? You don’t know the capabilities of these people, did you get a good look at T'shteyo? He looks like a goddamn psychopath. Unhinged. Feral.” Jake was pacing the length of their family tent, currently laying into his son over his very public altercation with the ex Li’ona leader. 

“Quick frankly I’m downright surprised at you, I would’ve expected this from your brother, not you!”

Neteyam was glad that Lo’ak was not there to hear his father’s snide remark, they were already only just back on speaking terms since their last dispute. He hated fighting with his brother. 

“Sir-”

“Li'onans are ruthless, they aren't like other clans. I haven’t seen T'shteyo in almost twenty five years, and that was on a battlefield against the RDA. I don’t know what is happening there, but they have practically segregated themselves from the rest of Pandora. They’re savages alright.”

“Sir-”

“No, I’m telling you this so you understand what we're up against. He’s put me in a precarious situation here! There are people who want him dead. People who could potentially track them here, and now you’ve gone and put a big fat target on yourself!” 

Neteyam stared at his father. 

“Look… I get it. I saw what you saw too.” He shook his head and gave a heavy sigh. “That poor girl…I’m proud of you alright, for standing up for her. But we need to tread lightly here.”

“I know sir and I apologize but I’m not sorry about it. I’d do it again,” he said earnestly. 

Jake huffed at his son’s honesty, mildly impressed. Hands on his hips, he smirked. “I keep forgetting that you’re all grown up now.” 

“I’m twenty-three, dad. I think I’m way past grown up…I passed my rites since I was fifteen. Remember?” He grinned, before turning serious again. “So what's the plan here then? Are you going to let them stay?”

“For the while? Yes.” Jake scratched the back of his head. “Your grandmother would skin me if I told that girl she had to leave. Your mother too.” He squinted at his son. “And I’m guessing you’re in the same boat?”

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “I may not give a shit about her father but, dad…if Kiri or Tuk looked like that…”

“I know, I know. Alright, T'shteyo is my responsibility. I’ll make sure he stays in line, teach him our ways- find out what I can about his intentions and if what he has said is the truth. He only gets to stay if he passes the rites.”

Jake side eyed Neteyam. “Can I count on you to do the same with Xilä? To show her our ways?”

“Dad, I don’t know if I’m the best person for that…”

“Oh yeah? Well tough shit. You made your scene and told T'shteyo to give her to you. Well you got her now.” Jake chuckled and patted his son on his back jokingly as they walked out of the tent. 

“Come on son, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. You could use a little excitement in your life.”

~

Yay, finally some Neteyam action!

Sorry for any errors.

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #480

Today was another gloomy, chilly day. For this reason, we weren't able to leave today, either. And since we explored the nearby attractions yesterday and the day before, we decided to just rest in the lounge area of the little airport. I made a tea! And J made something out of rice, black-eyed peas, and one of the soup mixes J got when we gathered supplies!

Once our bellies were filled, I decided to play some Valheim! I figured that, since we've been pretty tired the last few days, and since we're (hopefully) leaving for a new destination tomorrow, today would be a good day to rest and relax. So that is what I did!

I tried hunting for more Trolls, but I didn't find any. I did, however, find a pair of boars with a single rarity star! So I had them chase me back to my base so I could start the process of taming them! Boars with a higher number of rarity stars drop more meat and leather when slain; which means I need to take fewer lives to generate materials and meat, and that's a good thing.

J eventually joined me, because there wasn't much else to do. He wandered around hunting for trolls and searching for tin; he found some tin, but no trolls. And he also found...!!

...Yes. That is a boar with two rarity stars. Yes, it is chasing me. And yes, J did, for sure, help me to get it to our base, since he found it a very long way from home; it had to chase us a very long way! But that's okay; untamed boars are very angry, so... I don't think they mind chasing us around too terribly much.

I decided that the thing to do from there was explore the entirety of the island we're on. And then after that, I decided that the thing to do is build a boat so that we can find other islands. And to that end, I built a dock. And then I built a boat!

...Actually, I built an entire house to go with it. I did that before I built the dock:

Then, finally, I built teleporters; one at the new house, like this:

...And then I had to run all the way back home to build the other teleporter:

From there, you set their keyword to be the same, and that links them up! Here's how it looks when you go through:

And, for reference, this is the map; the red circle closer to the center is the original base I built. Then, the other red circle, to the northwest, is the second base with the port; now it'll be easy to get to the sea!

I'm looking forward to what I might find! I'm pretty sure there are some Swamps nearby, likely filled with dangerous draugr – essentially, very tough bloated corpses that somehow know how to use weapons; they hit really hard.

We'll also have to deal with these gnarled, root-like creatures, giant leeches, wraiths, surtlings, and slimes, once we get to the Swamp. All of these things are very difficult enemies when you're just starting out with exploring there, if I remember correctly. I seem to recall the draugr archers being particularly fearsome. I wonder if I'll remember how to navigate these things...

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I have to defeat The Elder a second time before I can go to the Swamp; that way, both J and I will have keys with which to enter the crypts there, so we can gather iron. Gathering iron is, in some ways, a bit of an exercise in frustration, but hopefully we'll be well-prepared.

I was actually hoping to catch a video of me slaying The Elder for ya, but... just as I was preparing to go face him, I got caught off guard by a troll armed with a tree trunk; I was wondering why my house had taken so much damage, and I was going around repairing it when the troll showed up. Suddenly, I understood why my house had taken damage. I killed the troll; you can parry them even if they are wielding tree trunks as weapons. But then there was ANOTHER troll unexpectedly, and so I had to deal with that one, too.

...Trolls deal a LOT of damage. And so, what with them swinging their big tree trunks around, they took out half the damn forest. And my first fight with The Elder didn't help matters:

...Yeah. That wreckage all over the place is not my handiwork. I don't like cutting trees if I can avoid it, instead preferring to get wood from old stumps and fallen logs. This just makes me sad. Only thing for it is to gather it up, though, to make sure the materials don't go to waste. But it's gonna take forever to clean up, and this is only a small fraction of the wreckage. Sigh...

...I guess I should stop writing for now. J and I are gonna get up at 5:30am so we can leave the airport by 6:30am. We'll get up, eat real quick, and I'll pack up our things while J inspects the plane. You have to inspect it every single time you fly it; the last thing one needs is a mechanical failure in the air. Apparently, fairly recently, a mechanical failure led to a helicopter crashing somewhere around New Jersey or New York City. No one involved in the crash survived. What a horrifying thing.

Airplanes are generally safer than helicopters, I think; even if the engine fails and the propeller stops spinning, the plane becomes a glider instead. A heavier glider than usual, but still. It doesn't go into freefall unless something extremely wrong happens, such as icing on the wings (avoidable by not flying in bad weather), or if you do crazy maneuvers in it with so much G force that the plane comes undone (which J will never, ever do).

...Bedtime. I'm... gonna try hard not to think about that stuff.

I love you. And... I'm gonna ask you to be safe out there in your world. We'll be doing our best to stay safe, too.

...Watch over us, okay...?

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[seeyouonsaturn]

for D-line 💖💖💖 and anyone else of course, you know I love ur ocs :3c

Who comes up with the best date night ideas?

Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes?

If they have matching pfps, are they cute, funny, weird, etc?

Who would absolutely slay at the met gala?

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D-line ilysm I hope nothing bad ever happens to them 🩵🧡🩵

Who comes up with the best date night ideas?

Usually D-16. A lot of the things Skyline enjoys doing are just not an option for them to do together – it's too public, or it requires a cog/wings. It's a bit difficult when you need to keep your relationship on the down-low. D-16 is more used to doing low-key things. Miners don't have the money or the time to go to fancy events, and even if they did there's still a good chance they wouldn't be let in, so they learned to make do.

Skyline's only ever known the high life - pun not intended. She never would've thought how nice it'd be to just sit together in a secluded spot, sharing energon treats and gazing at the sliver of stars just barely visible far up above the city, listening to D-16 read her his favorite poems. But it might be her favorite moment of her life so far.

Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes?

D-16 proofreads all his damn texts and uses proper punctuation. Why is he so uptight. His grammar is flawless too. The only times he sends a text with a typo is when Orion comes out of nowhere to keysmash on his screen and hit send before D can stop him.

Meanwhile Skyline sends the most incomprehensible shit. WILL text while flying and not look at the screen whatsoever. It's a mix of keysmash nonsense and random words autocorrect just took a wild guess on. Punctuation? Never heard of her. Uses an amount of incomprehensible abbreviations that would make Primus himself cry. You never know if it's a keysmash, a typo, or if those letters stand for something. Especially if she also puts typos in the abbreviations. D-16 is so happy she's texting him but he has no idea what the fuck she's trying to say. Him and Orion sit huddled over D's phone trying to decipher Skyline's texts like archeologists who found an ancient scroll in a long-forgotten language.

If they have matching pfps, are they cute, funny, weird, etc?

If they could be open about their relationship they'd be THE most obnoxious couple omg. Matching pfps, more than likely some heart-heavy filters, probably doing the "hands forming a heart" thing or something similarly cutesy-cheesy. They made Orion take the pics. Orion also has a "matching" pfp that's just him taking a selfie at the same location (clearly while he was supposed to be photographing his friends). D-16 and Skyline also have matching status quotes. And headers, if that's a thing. Everyone is so sick of them but they're too in love to care. Orion's profile just parodies theirs.

Who would absolutely slay at the met gala?

Skyline, no contest. She'd be stunning. They wouldn't even let D-16 through the door (we mustn't mingle with the working class, ew). Skyline and the rest of the NHG would be THE bots to meet (aside from Sentinel Prime himself of course), and Skyline has always been very meticulous about her appearance.

That said, she'll last about 10 minutes before doing something stupid that scratches up her paint job, and then she'll proceed to not give a single fuck about it. Also she's leaving the party early to hang with D-16 instead. Him and Orion are way more fun than some lame shindig anyway. She probably just showed up to take pictures for the press, stole some fancy energon treats for the boys and then leaped right off the balcony and flew off. Bye.

[levi501ackerman]

Steel Heart Chapter 7:

Dame Hange Zoe

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Megan's Notes: slay. Posted: 7/20/24

Word Count: 3.7k

!!Warning: violence and unsettling descriptions!! <3

You hovered over the hole looking down at the ground floor. There were so many knights amongst the chaos of rubble and fire. The knights were doing their best to tame the fire from spreading into the main room from the busted wall. Other knights began pulling heavy stones off the pile in an attempt to help knights that survived the blow. A knight was bent over Connie checking the pulse on his neck. You pleaded that he was only unconscious. Jean was on his stomach and a knight rolled him over, he had a gash with blood oozing from it, in the same area that your cut was. You were practically leaning into the hole, heart pounding, when you saw Levi’s eyes flutter open and his steel eyes looked up at you.

“Princess! We need to leave before the fire spreads!” A knight from Levi’s camp pulled your arm, pulling you away from the hole, pulling you away from seeing if Jean or Connie were alive. You gasped, coming face to face with the older man. His alarmed face had a thin layer of dust and sweat along his blonde hairline. Though you hesitated to go with the group of men, there was no one else. They weren’t complete strangers, so you had to trust them for your survival. 

“Eld! This hall leads to stairs!” A man with dark brown hair at the end of the hall called out. The blonde man named Eld started pulling you and you both ran down to the end of the stone corridor. The hall rumbled and startled you, almost making you trip over your own foot. You whimpered and hairs stood on the back of your neck, dreading for the ceiling above you to suddenly fall. You clung to the blonde man’s arm as you and the knights were rushing down the stairs. It led out into a long elegant hall. There were paintings of past commanders against the dark maroon wall, a long dark purple rug on top of the dark oak floors, and golden lighting fixtures complimenting the warmth of the decadent hall. The knights did not know whether to turn left or right. 

“DAMN IT! Karanese Headquarters is like a fucking maze!” The knight with grey hair said. 

“Why couldn’t this happen in Trost?! That place is plain as fuck!” The knight you clung to yelled frustratedly. 

“Let’s go to the right!”

“Why?!”

“I don’t know! I’m guessing!” 

“Shit! You know what?!” The dark-haired man ran down to the end of the hall to a window with a table and a vase of flowers resting on top. He looked around for a moment and then picked up the vase, threw it against the window, and the glass shattered. The dark-haired man stuck his head out of the hole he made, he peered down below.   

“Gunther?! What do you see?!” Eld yelled. Gunther brought his head back into the building and he jogged back to where you were, sweat dripping down his neck. 

“The lower part of this side of the building is on fire! We have to go left and try to stay over there!”

“How did the fire start?!” The panic in your voice was evident. “Did lightning strike the headquarters or is the Marleyan Cult bombing us?!”

“I think the fire started inside the building . . .” Eld said.

“Commander Lobov was murdered and Captain Levi thought the traitor was in the headquarters!” Gunther added.

 The three men and you ran down the hall, trying to figure out the layout of the headquarters. Loud thumps came from you and the knights running desperately on top of the purple rug. The smell of smoke became fainter on this side of the headquarters. Some doors were opened revealing empty classrooms. Another room you saw through the threshold of an opened door had a crater of the wall gone, revealing the unforgiving rain.  

At the end of another hall was a flash of white light, the rain drenched the rug, the dark oak flooring, and walls. There was glass all over the floor in front of the broken window. The building shook again as you peered outside. The window you were looking out was above the front of the headquarters. There were yelling and battle cries of guards of the headquarters fighting people with swords. The people weren’t in steel armor. They looked like they were wearing ordinary clothes. As if they were citizens of the Karanese District.  

“Shit, that’s definitely a ward of the Marleyan Cult!” The man with grey hair said. You cringed at the wails of men being stabbed. The people of the Marleyan Cult weren’t wearing red robes and they didn’t look evil. They looked like normal people. You gasped at the realization that there would be no certain distinction between someone in the Marleyan Cult and everyone else. The only current indication was that they were fighting the people that were assigned to protect you. 

“Princess!” Someone behind you yelled, you turned around to see the familiar face of Zeke at the end of the hall behind you. You breathed easier seeing someone you knew, someone who protected you before.

“Zeke!”

“Over here! There’s a stairwell that leads to the ground floor!” Zeke yelled back and the knights and you ran toward Zeke. You followed him down another stone corridor to a wooden door with a deep set of stairs. Your face felt hot and you felt a pinch in your lungs from all the running. While walking down the stairs, you were able to catch your breath. The air in the stairwell was warm and reeked of body odor.

“Zeke, do you know how Levi, Jean, and Connie are?!” You asked desperately, you looked at his face and he was focused on the stairs in front of him, trying not to fall. 

“No, I don’t”

“A part of the ceiling collapsed and it fell through three floors of the main hall! Levi, Jean, and Connie fell through!” You said choking out a sob. “I saw Levi open his eyes, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to make it!” His eyes could be the last moment you saw Levi alive. Your heart twisted at the thought of how the pain must have felt falling through the floor and with all the stones collapsing. 

“We’ve known Levi for years! Nothing is going to kill that bastard!” The man with grey hair said. The door at the bottom of the stairs opened up to a corridor flooded with knights.

“Zeke, are we on the ground floor?!” You panicked at the sudden loss of personal space. You tried to look over the many knights hoping to see a glance of the main entry area. There was lots of shouting and the overwhelming sounds of all the steel armor. You did a little hop hoping to get a glance of the area with the rubble. 

“There’s not enough time to go out the main entrance! We should go break a window, escape through it, then get to the horses!” Your heart sunk at the idea of not checking on Levi, Jean, or Connie. Could this really be how it’s supposed to be? You lost Sir Miche Zacharius and now you are going to lose Levi, Jean, and Connie? Are these men really supposed to lay down their lives just to get to Mitras Castle? How many bodies will pave the way to the kingdom?  

“NO! I REFUSE! WE CAN CHECK ON LEVI!”

“Princess!” Eld grabbed your shoulders and he bent down, his face inches from yours. “Levi can take care of himself! He knows where the meeting point is and everyone who can get on a horse will meet us there! Princess, your safety and your life are before every single man!” It was sickening to think of all the crowded knights around you dead because they swore to die for you to live. 

“I DON’T LIKE THIS!” You cried.

“Grab her,” Gunther said and you furrowed your eyebrows watching Eld and Gunther nod at each other. Suddenly Eld scooped you up by your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder in one fluid motion. You thrashed wanting to get free but his grip on you was unyielding. 

“Let me down, you weirdo!” You slapped his steel armor with your hands.

“Stop squirming! I get it, you’re scared, but just hold on tight and let us keep you alive!” Eld said. 

“Oluo find a window!” The knights passed through the wave of guards and knights in the headquarters. The smell of smoke started becoming stronger and as if everyone had the same thought, knights started going toward the nearest window. As Eld held you, he dodged knights coming toward him and strode after Gunter, Oluo, and Zeke. He felt the tension in your body and heard your defiant sobs. 

“Over here!” A voice called out and the group ran through a door into a room with a window. You flinched at the loud sound of shattering glass, more knights started coming into the room and Eld carefully lowered you onto your feet.

“Careful glass is everywhere!” Oluo said and the pouring rain was sending cold air into the room. Zeke and Oluo crawled out the window first, the rain was creating sharp metal clangs as it landed on their armor. Each step you walked toward the window was punctuated with the sound of broken glass under the soles of your boots. 

Both Zeke and Oluo held out their hands and you put one foot on the windowsill, the rain started soaking your cloak and boots. There was a squeak from your boots as you tried to get a secure base before pushing your weight onto your foot and crawling through the window. You grabbed Zeke’s hand and then Oluo's. You stepped onto the cobblestone, splashing yourself from a puddle on the ground. Levi’s pants offered no warmth and the rain was beginning to drench all the layers of your clothes. You felt wet hair sticking to the side of your face, making you frustratedly wipe it off. The hood was doing nothing to protect you from the rain. Once Gunther and Eld crawled through the window, they drew their swords from their hips. More knights evacuated from the window, and when looking along the side of the building more windows were smashed being the main way knights were evacuating headquarters. Oluo and Zeke then drew their swords.

“In order to get to the horses we’ll have to cross the yard of the main entrance. After, we’ll have to make a way out through the iron gates,” Gunther said his hair already drenched. The sound of the fighting at the entrance was roaring as more knights were joining.

“Princess, you’re going to have to be brave while we make our way through the yard,” Oluo said and immediately a flash of Sir Zacharius came into mind. Him lying on the bed of the cottage, eyes and face yellow, and him holding your hand. His voice was clear in your mind telling you It’s a cruel world and there will be more times where you’ll have to be brave. Courage surged through your body and though you were terrified, you felt ready to head for the horses. 

Eld, Gunther, Oluo, and Zeke surrounded you as you all ran toward the front of the building. The adrenaline coursed through you, making you ignore how cold you were. The cold rain plastered your cloak and Levi’s grey shirt against your skin. Your hair was dripping water uncomfortably down your back. The puddles you ran through splashed your pants and the bottom of your cloak. 

The clashing of steel grew louder as you were closer to the front of the headquarters. A flash of lightning lit up the sky and the crack of thunder boomed in your ears. Bodies of knights and Marleyan Cult members were on the ground, their blood seeping into the puddles of the rain. The violent symphony of grunts, wails of pain, and fierce cries from the knights and cultists rang through the air. Another flash of lightning reflected off the steel swords and armor, highlighting the bodies in the chaotic scene. 

Knights from inside the headquarters joined their comrades, charging at the battle in the yard. The smoke on the other side of the building was becoming thicker and though there was faint lighting in the yard, the fire was illuminating the area, being the better source of light. 

“We’re going to have to run past the fighting without getting involved!” Eld said. 

“Whatever happens, Princess, get to a horse and leave!” Gunther said, your heart raced and you put the hood of your cloak on your head. You took deeper breaths knowing you were going to have to run the fastest you ever had and avoid getting spotted by the Marleyan Cult. Seeing the spirit of the knights charging toward the battle in the yard planted a seed of courage. Their bravery was selfless and they were all fighting for you to live. For you to escape the Karanese Headquarters. For you to make it to Mitras Castle and for you to become Queen. You looked at the four men with you, secure in the fact that they would fight for you and lay down their lives.

With puddles under your feet and rain piercing your face, you all ran toward the horse stables. You dodged and weaved the knights exiting the front entrance of the headquarters, charging toward the fight. Staring ahead at the stables in the far distance, your boots splashed through bloody puddles focused on reaching the horses. A second wind filled your lungs, recharging your energy and fueling your pace toward the stables. The cries of war were muffled by the voice in your head encouraging you to keep going, to keep being brave.

Gunther’s voice wailed next to you, his voice gagged and choked. Your eyes grew wide, your heart stopped beating, and you screamed at the sight of him. A bloody sword was sticking out the side of his neck, pointing toward you, his eyes were bulging out his head, his hand grasped his bleeding neck, and then he fell to the slick cobblestone. Your stomach churned, feeling weak as the burned image of the sword thrown into Gunther’s throat stayed on your mind. Your breath started coming out in strangled gasps, as you tried to remain focused on reaching the stables.

It became difficult to breathe as you ran into a wall of thick, dark smoke from the fire. The acrid scent of it made you cough and choke. The air was thick and hazy, making it difficult to see in the distance. Eld, Oluo, and Zeke grunted and let out a yell as knights bumped into them sending them to the ground. Then a force from a knight charging toward the battle slammed into you, knocking the wind out of you. You were thrown to the ground, splashing into a puddle that drenched your stomach. You coughed and with Sir Zacharius and Levi on your mind, the strength to go onward made you push yourself to your hands and knees.

“PRINCESS Y/N!! RUN!!!!” Zeke roared louder than the sound of thunder. He was quite a ways behind you reaching his arm out toward you, his face red and the skin drawn tight around his features.

You couldn’t breathe. It was like time froze and all eyes were on you. Your heart pounded in your ears and you couldn’t feel your body. You froze at the realization that Zeke encouraging you to make it to the stables accidentally revealed who you were in front of the Marleyan Cult.

 It was like slow motion. The amount of cult members ignoring the knights now had their eyes on what they wanted: you. When the cult members defeated the knight they were fighting, their eyes sharpened and they ran toward you. Knights charged after them, putting their lives on the line to avoid the members reaching you. It was like you couldn’t hear anything and suddenly Eld was next to you screaming in your face, pulling you up.

You wracked out sobs as you were running, the members of the cult inching closer to you. You ran for the horses, the desperation for living carried you. Then a force yanked your cloak. You screamed and lost balance, stumbling backward and you feel yourself get caught mid-air. Arms were around your waist and then another set of arms were, you looked at who was holding you. It wasn’t a knight, it was a cult member covered in blood.

“WE HAVE THE PRINCESS!”

You shrieked to the stormy sky. Thrashing and trying to wiggle free. They began carrying you toward the iron gate. There was an overwhelming yelling and clanking of metal. Another cult member who looked like a normal citizen came and picked up your legs, depriving you of kicking your way out of their grasp. Their eyes filled with a crazed intensity as they took you captive.

Through the bodies of the cult members starting to surround you, you saw Eld’s final moments as three cult members were stabbing his neck, and then kicking his body to the ground. One less knight that was able to save you. You looked around for Oluo and Zeke, but the Marleyans carrying you off made it difficult to focus on anything else. Knights were fighting their way around the circle of Marleyans capturing you.   

“LET GO!” You failed your arms, hitting one guy in the neck and using your other hand to hit one in the face. Lashing out with a ferocity born from fear. Your nails clawed a man’s face and he howled in pain, not expecting your aggressive resistance. One man holding you grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your chest. You struggled trying to wrench yourself free, but their grip was unyielding. “HELP ME!!!”  

“STOP STRUGGLING!”

“DON’T HURT HER, SHE HAS TO BE HEALTHY FOR THE RITUAL!” More Marleyan Cult members started surrounding the men carrying you, protecting them from the knights fighting to get you back. Their arms clamp around your body. Men reached toward you trying to touch you. One hand landed on your hair, running their fingers through it.

“I TOUCHED THE PRINCESS’ HAIR!” 

“CAREFUL WITH HER!”

“SHE’S PERFECT FOR THE RITUAL!”

“THE FOUNDER IS HERE!”

“WE’RE SO CLOSE!” The yells from the Marleyan Cult overwhelmed your ears, their jeers and their hands on you made you feel helpless. Tears were streaming down your face and the rain landing on it made it difficult to see straight. With all the might in your body and all the strength and all courage and all the desperation left to survive, you brought out a voice from deep within you.  

“HELP!!” You wailed and the thunder of your anguished cry carried through the courtyard, through the headquarters, and through the district. You screamed like a wretched animal with nothing left to give. A hand covered your mouth, muffling your screams. Your voice became a series of strangled noises as the palm pressed firmly against your lips. Like a reflex, you bit down on the fingers with all the strength you could muster. The man yelped and pulled his hand back instinctively, freeing your mouth for an opportunity. “LEVI!!”

One of your legs got free and you kicked with all your might. Your leg hit one person’s throat and another’s face. You swung your leg in the air almost putting yourself upside down and your weight made you come crashing down. You landed on your upper back into a bloody puddle. For a moment your body was free but instantly a few men were holding you down. The sound of cries in the distance could be heard and the yelling got louder.

“GAG HER!” Men pinned your wrists to the wet cobblestone, tears were flowing down your face adding to the puddle you were in. More men pinned your legs down. A primal scream of absolute helplessness wailed from you like thunder echoing back to the stormy sky. Before the white cloth was shoved into your mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut and drained all the energy you had left down to the cellular level for one final guttural bellow.

“SOMEONE SAVE ME!!!!!”

The men pinning you down suddenly released their hold on you and started yelling. They withdrew the swords they had and blocked you. Their strong stance guarding you from the knights. Suddenly a familiar stench of horses wafted to your nostrils. The mix of smoke, sweat, rain, blood, and horses created an unpleasant, cloying odor. The sound of the horse’s hooves beat the slick cobblestone. It was your window to run free. 

You tried getting on all fours, ready to run through the space of the cult members, when suddenly the cult members were holding their necks, gushing out blood, choking, and gasping for air. The men that were capturing you have been slain and fell to the ground. Dead. You whimpered, feeling uneasy being around all the dead bodies. You hesitated on moving from your form on the ground. You glanced around disoriented, unsure what was happening or who killed the cultist.

There they were. In front of the burning building of Karanese Headquarters was a knight in shining armor. They gripped their crested sword, as their majestic white horse reared on its hind legs, towering above you. The horse struck the air, its muscles tense, nostrils flared, and then fiercely whinnied. A flash of lightning illuminated the horse’s dominant stance and reflected off the steel armor of the knight. The glow from the lightning radiated off them in the stormy night, like a halo from the heavens. A savior. The aura of a protector. A guardian angel projecting brightly through the dark mist of battle. The light in the dark. The fearsome knight looked down on you, perched from their horse. Their one eye gazed at your small form, their blood-covered face was stern with a slight gentle expression. The knight pivoted their horse causing their short brown hair to whip around and they charged toward the remaining cultists. 

End of Act I

next chapter, Chapter 8: The Creature in the River

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[madraleen]

The Case Study of Vanitas - Season 1 (ie eps 1-24) A mixed first-watch commentary (*fair warning, i actively dislike stuff)

-the fairy tale style introduction is such a beautiful beginning.

-favonius codex, is that you?

-what is this op, are the guys in love?

-THE AIRSHIP IS SO COOL

-BLUE MOON, AND WHITE-HAIR-GUY SEEING PARIS FOR THE FIRST TIME AS HE HOLDS ON TO VANITAS AS THEY FALL TO THE GROUND AAAHHH

-HUMAN?! VANITAS IS HUMAN?!

-wdym you'll slay him in the end, noe, i'm not prepared for an unhappy ending even though i only just met y'all

-NOE'S FACIAL EXPRESSIONS ARE SO CUTE

-oh okay, so vanitas is human with some blue vampire power

-please freakin decide if vanitas has human nails or claw-like nails 'cause atm, gloveless, he has both depending on the shot

-wtf did just happen between vanitas and jeanne? leave the woman alone.

-akira ishida could be reciting an omelet recipe and i'd still listen all riveted, but the world formula stuff is actually interesting

-every time vanitas interacts with jeanne, i want to slap him.

-lil noe-louis-domi are adorable. the noe-louis-domi ep is the one i’ve been the most interested in so far. like, even if i end up disliking the rest of the anime, this ep is peak, ep.5

-please make me like vanitas. i really want to like vanitas, but for now i'm edging towards dislike.

-ah yes, jeanne/domi is actually a ship i can get behind.

-the op is telling me i'm watching a certain kind of anime and the actual anime is telling me i'm watching an entire different thing and it annoys me

-it's nice hearing kengo kawanishi in roland's role. i haven't heard him in the slightly-deranged/overly-emotional range before.

-awww, roland is a good egg after all!

-oh i see, i do like vanitas, just not when he's being ~alluring. THAT vanitas i don't like

-i repeat, DOMI/JEANNE!

-when jeanne is tricking vanitas, and he's suspecting her but playing along, they're so cute. aw damn, she'll fall for him? blergh

-oh come on, jeanne crying and being scared over whatever's up with her is actually sad

-LET NOE/US PEER INTO YOUR FUCKING MEMORIES, VANITAS! LET US SYMPATHIZE!

-AYUMU MURASEEEEEEEE

-the vanitas and noe interactions are so damn cute.

-hold up hold up, ayumu murase's range??

-pretty sure vanitas is on a time limit or sth, right? where's your earring, vanitas darling?

-no offense but jeanne has more chemistry with chloe in their hellfire witch backstory scene than she has had with vanitas in the entire anime

-nice chloe twist!

-roland, what a good egg

-astolfo's backstory tho <3

-hold up hold up, seriously, ayumu murase's range?????

-roland and olivier though <3 

-i am plagued by mikhails and mishas

-dude, misha's and vanitas' backstory >>> present story, like- the backstories are SO strong and streamlined compared to the present arcs. and i really like lady vanitas

-wait, domi's arc tho? chef's kiss

-poor noe, all of his closest people want him to be the one that kills them.

-MISHA, NOE AND VANITAS ON THE ROOF, PEAK

-aaah, i see, noe "will slay him in the end" as in the end-end, of the story, when vanitas succumbs to the book, okay. the last two eps were peak, i'm so emotionally confused. i'd gladly watch a s2. that said-

-i really don't like how romance is handled, and it's too present to just ignore. i don't find it cute, nor funny, nor romantic, nor alluring, nor particularly toxic, i just find it annoying and forced, lacking chemistry.

-i'm so confused on how i feel about vanitas. there's moments where i liked him, a lot of moments where i was neutral, but lots of others i found him incredibly annoying. but also, he's so complex, which is great, he's a well-crafted character, and you *get* it after you’ve seen these bits of his past, you come to understand him. and part of me thinks that we’re *supposed* to half-like and half-dislike him, that we’re supposed to mirror noe’s sentiments a bit, the “i don’t like you, but also i want to get to know you and to understand you and i’m never leaving your side, ever.” it’s just that for me, vanitas doesn’t have the charm or strength of character to be magnetic even when i dislike him, and i don’t know how i feel about that. i think if i didn't dislike the vanitas/jeanne approach so much, i might have been more fond of him.

-but again, that said: i'd like a rewatch, now that i know vanitas' backstory.