#and flies are hate sources

[canis-constellate]

psst systems and plurals of all kinds, if you have fictives from books please say hi. we have, quite literally, only met a single system other than ourselves who had more than one fictive sourced from a book. well over 90% of our fictives (which make up 85% of our known collective of 550+ people) are sourced from books. please

[medicalunprofessional]

my body is betraying me thats why i did nothing today <3

[kxsagi]

Hi I love ur writing sm 🫶🫶 So I see a lot of girldad!kaiser fics on this site but I can't help but imagine a twindad!kaiser where its a twin boy and a girl like wouldn't that be so cute? I don't think Ive read anything like that before so I hope u could write something about it but w/o pressure ofcourse, thank u! 🤍

“𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞”

a/n: i could write domestic fluff all day

(art credits go to ateli_er_)

“papa, she stole my dinosaur!!” 

“i didn’t! he gave it to me!” 

“liar!” 

“snitch!” 

michael kaiser stands in the middle of the chaos, one sock on, toothbrush still in his mouth, hair flopping over his eyes as he watches his five-year-old twins reenact jurassic park with live-action screaming. the tiny plastic t-rex, likely the source of the drama, flies across the living room and smacks him square in the shin. 

he blinks. slowly. 

“... cool,” he mumbles around his toothbrush. 

a smaller human, his daughter, clings to his leg dramatically, bottom lip wobbly. “dino thief!” she accuses her brother. 

the boy, who somehow inherited kaiser’s dramatic flair and your death glare, crosses his arms. “you said you hated dinos yesterday!” 

“that was yesterday!” she squeaks. 

kaiser sighs, finally pulling the toothbrush from his mouth and wiping foam off his chin with the back of his hand like a true man on the edge. 

“okay. okay,” he says, crouching down to their level, both of them now pouting at him. “let’s settle this like civilized people. rock, paper, scissors.” 

“what’s that gonna do?!” the girl huffs. 

kaiser shrugs. “nothing. but it gives me five seconds of peace.” 

you walk in just in time to see all three of them dramatically throwing rock at the same time and arguing about what that means. 

“how’s daddy daycare?” you ask, sipping your coffee with amused detachment. 

“hell,” kaiser replies brightly. 

“language,” you and your daughter say at the same time, which earns you matching side-eyes from him and your son. 

he finally herds them into the kitchen, both now seated with bowls of cereal that may or may not be 70% marshmallows. as he’s pouring milk, while one twin insists it must be warm and the other shrieks in protest because it must be cold, you lean against the counter, watching the chaos unfold. 

“you know,” you say thoughtfully, “you were scared to even hold one of them when they were born.” 

kaiser glares at you over his shoulder. “yeah, because they were small and breakable and didn’t scream in full sentences.” 

the girl accidentally spills milk on the boy’s lap. he lets out a bloodcurdling scream and points at her like she committed treason. “she did it on purpose!” 

kaiser grabs a towel and tosses it at him. “and now you know why papa drinks coffee like water.” 

“... i thought you said wine,” you murmur. 

“same thing.” 

despite the noise, the milk, the fact that your daughter is being a messy eater and your son is threatening to move out at the age of five, there’s a softness in kaiser’s gaze when he looks at them. 

they’re loud. opinionated. tiny versions of both of you with your charm and his sass. his daughter wraps him around her little finger without even trying, and his son follows him everywhere like a miniature shadow, copying his hairstyle and demanding to train with him “so i can beat uncle yoichi.” 

“you still love them, though,” you tease, watching him watching them. 

“love is a strong word,” he replies dramatically, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “but yeah.” 

he presses a kiss to your cheek, voice softer now. “they drive me insane, but… they’re ours. and kinda cute. when they’re not trying to murder each other over extinct lizards.” 

you laugh, leaning into him. “they love you so much, you know.” 

as if on cue, the twins race toward him, your son crashing into one leg, your daughter clinging to the other, both of them giggling and yelling “papa, papa, we wanna go to the park!” 

kaiser pretends to wobble, dramatically flailing like they’ve taken down a giant. “ahh! i’m under attack!” 

“surrender!” your son yells, climbing up his back. 

“give us candy and ice cream or suffer!” your daughter joins in. 

kaiser laughs, scooping both of them up with ease, one in each arm. “you guys are insane.” 

“we got it from you,” they chirp together. 

he meets your eyes over their heads, and for a moment, you both smile – tired, amused, a little overwhelmed – but deeply, hopelessly in love with the little chaos crew you’ve created. 

“you’re gonna miss this when they’re older,” you whisper. 

he snorts. “i’ll be in a spa in bali when they’re older.” 

“kaiser.” 

“… fine. we’ll all be in a spa in bali.” 

“with dinosaurs!” the twins cheer. 

he sighs. 

“sure, with dinosaurs.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[omniscient3teabag]

life-blogger/streamer captain marvel that does frequent livestreams for fun after the time bubble popped and has like, a gopro attached onto his head every time he goes out to fly so his viewers(most of fawcetts residents.cough cough) can kinda experience on what happens when he flies (he flies slower when he does this, so they can truly enjoy the view)

sometimes, there'll be a surprise villain that'd pop out of nowhere and they'd start brawling WHILE cap was in the middle of live-streaming but like. his viewers don't mind, it was really fun entertainment after all,, and since this was technically his own work, this acts as a source of income for him!! money! huzzah! though he secretly gets really guilty everytime he gets a big donation from one of his viewers,,

BUT THATS NOT ALL gachatuber billy batson. he still works as a whiz kid reporter, but just has a VERRY small gacha channel that he posts in his free time,, freddy and mary helps him design characters and storylines too!!! not monetized because he doesn't have enough subscribers for that LOL

but it's a really comfy channel that'd probably be based around gacha life mini movies like the hated child became the hybrid princess and etc etc and would make gacha life music videos because I do NOT believe that this kid would NOT make cringy ass videos of the I'm blue song, legends never die and like memes of that one I'm a banana! audio. HE'D PROBABLY EVEN HAVE LORE ON CHARACTERS AS WELL THAT'D HE WOULD PERIODICALLY UPDATE WHEN HE HAD THE TIME

also he'd only either use gacha studio or gacha life. I dknt think his phone would be able to handle gl2 or gacha club (or maybe he just likes the simpler style of gacha life mayhaps)

[heavenlyeros]

some of my favourite destiny artworks i've made ! all from circa 3 years ago. the savathun triptych and bernis senderis still do the rounds sometimes and seeing them in my notifs fills me with so much glee. they remind me of my favourite characters and favourite parts of the destiny story. very fond feelings even after so long

pss i am disabled and unable to work a regular job. art is my only source of income. if my art has ever brightened up your day, please reblog it so that more people can see and i can hopefully get some work before i starve. the ai slop has taken over everything and it is all of our responsibility to fight against it by supporting the people who create and share work with us. plus having that bit of security and peace so i'm not constantly on the verge of breakdown will also allow me to get back into making art to share with the fandom ! everybody wins. i hate having to ask but artists are dropping like flies and we are losing so much amazing fanwork due to the lack of support

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Idiocy

Why is it when I have a fever I have motivation to write? Anyways, more Hunter x Bucky content, this time with Hunter in action.

Summary: You barely get out of a trap alive and give Bucky anxiety.

You really should have smelled the trap. Gifted with an enhanced sense of smell, enhanced eyesight, and yet you really just wandered straight into this trap. A nice room with metal walls, filled with the scent of machinery, gun powder, and goons surrounding you in a circle. The room is empty, with no sources of cover, a plain battlefield upon which to obliterate the enemy.

Letting out a laugh, your grip on the pistols in your hands tightens and you exhale deeply. Your muscles tense, gaze flicking around and your eyes turn gold. The goon at your nine will move first, followed by the goon at your two, so you plot a route around that and release your power, pushing off with your right foot.

A bullet whizzes past your ear as anticipated and you grin, feeling the adrenaline kick in. Raising the pistol in your left hand, you fire, putting a bullet between your target's eyes before moving to duck the next shot you know is coming.

Your powers flare once again the moment the bullet flies past and time comes to a standstill, golden afterimages shimmering into view. Quickly taking in the scene that will play out for the next two seconds, you release your powers before a headache can kick in and move accordingly. This time, you close the gap between you and the goon, pressing the muzzle of the gun to his forehead.

"So much easier to aim when I'm up close and personal." You grin, pulling the trigger. His face contorts into one of fear just before the bullet pierces through his skull, embedding itself in the brain matter beneath. Blood splatters across your face and you spit out the ones that got into your mouth, grimacing at the taste.

"Don't worry fellas, I'm not a vampire." Your words do nothing to reassure your foes. Instead, they seem to frighten them even further and you sigh. "You guys are no fun."

You turn around and lunge at the nearest goon, eyes flickering golden. The goon screams in terror, blindly firing the rifle in his hands but you dodge, your lips curling into a grin as you focus, aiming one of your pistols at his neck. Your index finger brushes over the trigger and squeezes it as you exhale, lodging a bullet in a major artery that sends more blood spurting all over the scuffed floor.

Turning your attention to the next goon, your eyes flicker golden but quickly turn back to normal as a bullet finds its way into your ribs. Blood blooms in the spot, staining your undershirt red, and now there's a hole in black leather jacket Bucky had gifted to you last year for your birthday.

Shit.

One of them cheers shakily but freezes the moment you growl in annoyance. Another one takes aim but he's too slow. You push the pain aside, focusing on your breaths and move, firing a couple of rounds with the pistol in your right hand before tossing the now empty weapon away, picking up a dead goon's gun as replacement. You would reload your beloved pistol, but there's no cover here to duck behind and buy time, so the only alternative is to pick up a gun that still has bullets.

Your eyes flicker golden for a split second, enough for you to tell where the next attack is going to come from and you exhale sharply, forcing your body to move despite the amount of blood you're losing.

Three more. Three more and you've won.

Another bullet lodges itself in your left shoulder and you grunt, hating the taste of iron in your mouth. It's one thing to taste the blood of your enemies, it's another to taste your own blood. Forcing your injured shoulder to move, you barely manage to hit one of the goons in the leg before you go down on one knee.

Breathing heavily, you look up, seeing a rifle pointed at you from a distance. Even greviously injured, they dare not come close to the Hunter, and it makes you laugh despite the pain.

"Still so afraid of a badly injured person?"

One of them, the one who cheered before, takes the bait and angrily charges at you, dagger raised but your eyes turn golden and your own dagger slams upwards into his chin first, his dagger clattering uselessly to the floor.

"Maybe you're right." Cough. "To be afraid."

The pointed rifle fires and you grin, silently sending an apology to Bucky.

Sorry handsome, guess I'm going first.

You stare straight at the bullet, willing it to hurry up and end your suffering when suddenly a shadow looms over you and the bullet collides with something metal.

"On the scale of 1 to 10, how much idiocy did you leave the house with today?"

"0?"

"The correct answer is 20!" The man known as James Buchanan Barnes, formerly the Winter Soldier closes the distance between him and the goon who fired their rifle, knocking them out with a single punch from his metal fist. He then whirls around, rifle in hand and lands a shot in the last goon's leg before angrily storming over to slam the butt of the rifle into the goon's head.

"Heh. I almost won." You laugh, blood bubbling from your lips.

"Almost won? What part of this do you call almost —" The last thing you see is the panicked face of your fiance before the world spins and turns black, but you're pretty sure he caught you before you hit the floor. He would. He's your overprotective and ever worrying fiance after all, the man called James Buchanan Barnes.

When you wake up, it's in a sterile white room and the sharp scent of disinfecting alcohol hits your nose. You wince, holding your breath for a bit before slowly exhaling, letting your senses adjust to the new environment. After blinking a few times, you notice the mop of brunette hair next to you and feel a warm hand resting in your left hand, left of the mop of hair. A metal arm rests on the other side of the mop of hair, metal fingers curled around the pristine white sheets.

"You're gonna crumple the sheets." You don't know why that's the first thing you say, but there's no taking it back now. Bucky's head shoots up, ice blue eyes wide and he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees you staring right back at him.

"You idiot!" He exclaims, metal fist clenching tighter around the sheets. "I — I thought I was going to —"

Tears stream down his cheeks, staining the white sheets and your heart aches at the sight.

"Buck —"

"I can't lose you! You don't get to die before me, you hear that?" His voice cracks, and so does your heart. "You — you don't get to die before me."

"Bucky —"

"I can't afford to lose you, not when I've already lost everything else. You're the only one I have left, you're my entire world, I need you." The words come tumbling out and he holds you as close as he can, forehead pressing against yours. His hair tickles your cheeks and you strain to raise your right hand to gently cup his face.

You feel terrible about what you've put him through, rightfully so considering how you promised never to hurt him.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I'm sorry for scaring you, for hurting you."

He breaks down sobbing, clutching you tightly. "I've never been afraid of anything until I saw you collapse to the ground, bleeding all over the floor. Don't you ever do that again."

"I promise," you murmur, gently kissing his tears away. He sniffles, nuzzling into your hair before pressing kisses all over your face. You hum softly, threading your fingers through his hair and smile at him, ignoring the burning pain in your side that has kicked in.

Right on cue, a doctor steps into the room and Bucky moves to make space for him. After administering some medicine and checking on your condition, the doctor leaves, informing Bucky that you should be discharged in a week or less. Bucky nods, thanking the doctor for his help and sits back on the stool.

"Hey, Buck?"

"Yes, love?"

"I'm sorry for ruining the jacket."

He raises an eyebrow at you. "You got shot multiple times, almost died, and you're apologising about the jacket?"

"Well it was a nice jacket and now it's ruined." You shrug, hissing when the motion causes a sharp twinge of pain in your injured shoulder. Right, yes, you have an injured shoulder.

"You're an absolute idiot, you know that?" He huffs in mock irritation.

"And yet you love me." You grin cheekily. He rolls his eyes, giving your cheek a poke.

"When you're discharged, you owe me a meal as compensation for scaring me like that." He gives your forehead a flick. "So hurry up and get better fast, I want the Italian down the street from the bookstore."

"So demanding," you snort. His lips curve into a split second grin as he turns away, heading for the door.

"No more trying to die, alright love?"

You watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

"I suppose not, sergeant."

[iliketangerines]

wet dreams

a/n: tsu'tey might be a mean old bastard, but he's my mean old bastard

pairing: tsu'tey x afab!na'vi!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), fingerfucking

Tsu’tey hated you

he is completely sure of that fact, a dreamwalker that had come with Tsyeyk te Suli, and so so infuriating because you struggled to learn anything about the Na’vi way

you flailed in the forest, could barely hold a bow without getting tired or go ride a pali without falling off

the only thing that saved you was how viciously you admired Eywa, how you studied every single thing he gave you and how you tried your best even if you landed face first in the earth

but, he still disliked you

and yet, here you were in his arms, so pliant and soft and pretty as you arch your back and beg for more, tail curling back to reveal your drooling pussy

he doesn’t remember how he got here, and he doesn’t really care as he stares at you

your legs are spread wide, and you turn your head back to look at him with those wide eyes of yours, golden irises a thin ring as you look up at him

you smell so sweet, sound so sweet as you beg him to fuck you, to fill you, and he falls down to his knees on the mossy floor, using his hand to rub at the curve of your ass

his hand wraps around your tail and tugs, listening to your whimper and your gasp, and he watches as your cunt clenches around nothing

for a tawtute, you sure were a pretty little thing, such a beautiful thing underneath his hand, and he slides his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick with them

you whine and try to rock your hips backward and get him to fuck you on his fingers, but Tsu’tey just simply pulls his fingers away until you stop moving

you slightly whimper and clutch onto the mossy ground, begging him to fuck you, and he mumbles for you to have patience

his fingers simply rub against your folds again until he thinks he’s slicked up his thick fingers enough, and he slides them into you, relishing in the little gasp you let out

it’s addicting, the little sounds you make, the pathetic mewls and the small whines of his name, and Tsu’tey pumps his fingers in and out of you

who knew a tawtute could sound so lovely when so debauched

he curls his fingers, searching for that sweet spot that he knows you have, and you let out a breathy gasp as your pussy clenches around him

he smirks and continuously bullies the spot, listening to you moan and watching you buck your hips backward to get him deeper and deeper

he can feel his cock throb in his loincloth, and his free hand comes down to untie it and release himself from his pants

his hand pumps himself, swiping his thumb over the tip and spreading it along the shaft

Tsu’tey bites his lip, fangs digging into the plump flesh, and you rut your hips backward and beg for him to fuck you please, you need him so bad

he cannot resist you, and he stands up on his knees, removing his fingers from your drooling cunt and putting them in his mouth

you tasted sweet as well, and Tsu’tey wants a taste from the source from himself

but then you whine and rock your hips backward, grinding your pussy against his cock, and the thought flies from Tsu’tey’s head as he lines himself up and pushes himself in

you’re so warm, so tight, and so wet, and every time his hips draw back, there’s the loud sound of a squelch filling the forest air

his hand hold onto your kuru, massaging it gently, and it makes you gasp and arch your back even further, begging him to fuck into you

he hums and complies, mind too filled with the haze of pleasure as he brings his other hand down to rub at your clit

it makes your cunt clench down on him, and it causes you to let out a pretty keen of his name as your hands dig lines into the soft dirt

he quickens his hips, letting them hump into you like some sort of feral animal, and by Eywa, he needs to cum in you, needs to cum in you and mark you as his

he’s getting closer and closer, and you beg him to mate with him, please, please you need to feel what he’s feeling when you cum

Tsu’tey moves his hand from your clit to grab his kuru, pulling it from behind his back and watching the pink tendrils curl in the air towards yours

he brings up yours, feeling your pussy clench around him, and he’s so close, about to fall over the cliff and into the vast abyss of pleasure

bringing the end of kuru to yours, he is so close to connecting them

then, his eyes open, and he finds himself in his sleeping pod, cock achingly hard in his tewng, and completely unsatisfied

he looks up and in horror, he finds you staring at him and asking if he’s ready for the lessons today

you don’t seem to notice how he aches for you, and he waves you away and tells you to train with Neytiri and Tseyk te Suli for the time being, he had some important matters to take care of first

not even questioning his order, you leap down from branch to branch somewhat clumsily but much better than your first attempt when you had first arrived at the Omatikaya Clan

Tsu’tey curses under his breath as he gets up and out of his pod

he’ll have to take care of his little problem first

[alexthetrashyracoon]

You’re sitting in the backyard of your home, enjoying the warm rays of sun on your skin while listening to birds chirping in the trees and the pop music on the radio. You’re sipping freshly made lemonade, one of your neighbors children had brought you over a bit earlier. It’s a bit too sour for your liking, but you appreciate the work the kid put into making it.

Simon, your husband, had taken your sons, Lucas and Felix, to the airport to pick Soap up who would be staying with them for a few days. You know from secure sources that Soap was one of their favorite uncles despite what everyone else said.

A car door is getting slammed shut, pulling you from your daydreams followed by the laughter of children, your children. The boys must be back along with their father. You smile but stay seated in your lounge chair, knowing they will join you in a moment.

And just as predicted the kitchen door flies open and your children run outside, barely greeting you while stripping off their clothes to get into the pool. They yell their greeting before jumping into the cool water.

“I see, they got their sugar?” You chuckled when you feel Simon’s presence behind you. “Hey Soap.”

“Hey.” Soap grins and presses a kiss on top of your head as a greeting, you two had gotten close after you married Simon, not that you and Spa hated each other before or anything. “And the sugar rush might be my fault, I got them four scoops of ice cream, sorry. But in my defense it’s bloody hot out there.”

“I’m innocent, dear, I told Johnny to not overfed our children with pure sugar, so I hope you enjoyed your peace, luv, it will be a while before you get more.” Simon snorts before catching your lips in an almost bruising but innocent kiss and settles down on the end of the chair you’re sitting on, putting your naked feet onto his lap to squeeze them. “You two! Be careful!” He calls when Lucas, your older son, starts pushing Felix’ head under the water in their playful fighting game.

“Yeah, well, I will stay here, enjoy the sun and that very sour but delicious Limonade and you two can take care of the kids.” You laugh and catch Simon’s lips in a quick kiss.

Now you’re sitting in the sun, listening to your sons laughter while they play fight together with Simon and Soap, Lucas sitting on Simon’s shoulders while Felix sits on Soaps.

[x-kiwi-03]

Season two of Blood of Zeus was good but I literally HATE the way they portrayed Ares😭 Love his character design tho🔥

Almost everytime Ares is in a peace of media they get him wrong somehow (except for Hades[video game] they did amazing with him).

I'm specifically talking about the scene where Ares is about to SA Persephone before Hades flies in and saves the day. First off, Ares is one of the VERY few gods that's never R worded, whether or not it's because there are no existing texts left that claim differently, it still stands. A story that encourages his distaste for SA is when he wanted to kill Posidens son, Halirrhotius, for R wording Ares' daughter, Alcippe. In fact, Ares made such a ruckus in that situation that ZEUS made an effort to NOT R word for a little while until Ares calmed down (got this from an unreliable, third source, so take it with a grain of salt please!). Some people believe that he was seen as a protector of sorts when it came to SA. I personally don't know if that's real, I'd think he'd be less of a protector and more would guide you to justice. Secondly, Hades KIDNAPPED Persephone and FORCED her to marry him (which would include SA).

The gods hate Ares, humans can only learn about him in a bias light because like 99% of our knowledge come from the records in Athens (whose patron was Athena and known for her fued with Ares), this guy can't catch a break.

Like, he has a temper, sure, it's real bad sometimes, but through and through he's just a war nerd, mommy's boy with a fear of jars and an unfortunate love life.

I love Ares and forever will🏺💖

[muffinsin]

GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!! idea time 😈

the dimitrescus (seperately) with a s/o that acts so much like a vampire, that the dimitrescus were suprised to learn they werent?

Like, reader has irregularly sharp teeth, claw-like nails, oddly pale skin, and literal bloodlust (they genuinly enjoy to drink blood, -- you can cut that part out if it makes u uncomftorable, obviously 💗💗)

Reader, their s/o, also avoids going outside like the plague, -- they hate the cold, always loom around and cause chaos (their energy vaguely resembles Danielas..), and wear dark, covering clothes (that also, somewhat resemble the dimitrescu sisters' cloaks) that you would expect to see in an old, monster-romance cliche.

Their s/o even has a tattoo! Its .. not on their forehead, but, its the same! Its a flower! They must be a vampire too! Wait, whaddya mean you're mortal? ..

.....

what?

IM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR THESE LOVELY LADIES GRAHHHH SOMEBODY LITERALLY SEDATE ME 😨😨😨😨😨

And now i leave, just like my father -- aha. Please laugh.

-🐾🍪🏕

Traveling girlscout anon ;3

Awhhh, this is a cute one!! We love ourselves these vampiric tendencies! :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

Until recently, Bela was convinced you’re a vampire. Or similar to her mother, at the very least

Sure, upon finding you and seeing your (at first glance-) humane nature, she did think of you as a human

But, within hours already, this changed

Early on she convinced herself you were like Alcina, not made of flies, but vampiric at the very least

After all, all about you screams just that

The first Bela noticed, ever, early on into your relationship, was your appearance

Hidden underneath your gloves are sharp claw-like nails

Much like her own, really, and nearly as sharp

She actually screamed in surprise and mild pain the first time you clawed at her back

She likes restraining you when things get wild, now, for the sake of her porcelain-like skin

Not only your nails look strangely inhuman, though

Next are your teeth, sharp and almost filed, again much like her own

Upon feeling them under her tongue, and later on inspecting them properly, Bela became aware of their fang-like nature

Really, she loves this

While she would never admit it, Bela loves to feel your fangs sink into her skin, to feel you break skin, to feel the pain she so rarely experiences due to her nature

And then, to her biggest surprise, there’s the tatttoo

Almost like her own! A rose, one typical for house Dimitrescu like hers, though lacking the other symbols of the house

Placed just below your neck, she saw it first when she offered you a massage

She likes to trace it whenever the two of you cuddle now, giggling whenever you lean up and kiss hers in return

What became obvious next, was your not so human appetite and favorite dishes

Mainly because while she made sure you had bread and such available, you showed no interest in that, and have barely indulged in that in the time she’s known you

In fact, to this day, you share her meals and snacks, blood

When she sits drinking the infamous blood-wine, you often sit down on her lap and take some sips from the fancy glass

At times you prefer it directly from the source

As such, Bela is moaning and gasping beneath you or trapped against a wall, her pale face flushed pink as you first bite down and tear her neck open, then suck at the wound eagerly

To this day, it’s something she grants you and something that gets her flustered like very little else

Your eyes are dark, your appearance even more so

Like her, you prefer dark clothing, something that only feeds into her suspicion of your vampiric nature

You loom about in the shadows, are hardly ever seen outside

In fact, she finds you only join her hunts at night

The sun she enjoys on her pale skin, warming and tickling lightly, seems to almost disgust you

You’re never seen in it, always stay in when you can

Your paleness almost matches hers

Sometimes, she attempts to get you outside

When she holds your hand and gently guides you, giggles as your face scrunches up in disgust

At times, you humor her, walk outside and stay in the shade, watch as she sunbathes

You don’t quite understand why, only growl to yourself at times as you watch her

At least, it’s an opportunity for you to watch her

Still, she giggles when your growls turn to whines after fifteen minutes or so, pleading to go back inside

At other times, you watch her from the window in her room, playing with the few daggers you’re allowed to store there

Then, suddenly, one day the truth comes out

It’s winter, the cool air trapping your girlfriend within the castle

Still, as she nibs at your neck and draws circles along your skin lazily, you feel her become restless

Working for her mother and being busy so often, winter is less harsh on Bela than her sisters

Still, she has cravings, as you come to learn early on in the relationship

And so she’s curled in your shared bed, whining quietly to herself (not that she would ever admit that) as you kiss her forehead

You promise, you’ll head to the woods to get her a snack, freshly caught, the way she likes it

Only is it during the day…and while the air is bitingly cold, the sun is standing high

Immediately, she worries and tries to stop you

Upon hearing her reasoning, you can’t help but giggle, which only prompts an adorably confused frown

You’re not incredibly surprised to hear her think of you as a vampire, but assure her nonetheless: you’re human

As such, she allows you to go, talking only of things to bring with you to keep you safe

And as you hunt for her, you endure the sun, frowning in annoyance at it occasionally

You truly hate the sun, and the annoyingly cold breeze makes it an even worse experience

But, you would do anything for her

And upon returning, you smile as she feasts on your catch eagerly, exploring your body anew after her discovery

You let her, leaving a light smile on your lips

Cassandra

Having met you officially as her mother’s advisor and informant from the village, and noticing your overall appearance, Cassandra has never thought of you as anything but a vampire

In all the time she has and does see you, you’re covered in black, gothic-like clothing, not at all unlike her own

You look regal, but dangerous, mysterious and dark

You look like you perfectly fit into the castle and the family, even before Cassandra has made you hers

Never has she seen you in colorful clothing, except maybe the few times you wore an almost victorian dress for one of Mother’s infamous hosted balls and festivals

A deep shade of red, victorian and gothic in style, further adding to her belief of your vampire status

Her believes haven’t changed to this day, even

When she hunts, you join her at night

And while not as fast or strong as her, you have little difficulty keeping up. Often you even slay beasts with her

The two of you like to stay until the morning approaches, kissing and hunting, relishing in one another’s bodies and words until it’s time to head back to the castle before the sun sets

She never questioned why you don’t like the sun. After all, all vampires don’t like it, can’t stand it even

You like to join her in the basement, often cleaning and polishing her weapons and tools of torture

She never thought of it as strange, never thought an immortal being like herself or her family would be bothered by the blood and screams

Your teeth are similar to her own, sharp and predatory, fang-like and glistening when the shine of the moon hits them

And while they’re not as strong or sharp as Cassandra’s, they are still unnatural looking

Of course, she’s very keen on them, as you realize early on

She loves to inspect your teeth and run her tongue along their sharp tips, crackling in delight whenever she isn’t careful and cuts herself on them

Secretly, she allows you to bite her when you play rough

At those times she relishes in your presence and vampiric-like biology, allowing you to take what you want from her, rather than the other way around

It’s rare times, but it’s still one of your favorite moments, when she allows you to hold her down and straddle her, your sharp teeth digging into her surprisingly sensitive neck

At those times it’s often that your sharp, claw-like nails come into play, as well as her own if you neglect to use protection

Always, you tie her arms and wrists up when it’s your turn to take from her

Your girlfriend simply loves scratching too much, so much so you’re sure you couldn’t live through it

You are after all, though oblivious to her, mortal

As such she’s usually tied when you take, and relishes in the deep scratches you give her along her backside when she takes from you

Sometimes, after, she allows you her blood as a reward

It’s divine, and if you could (and if she let you) you could easily live off only that

Alas, you often share in a maid with her, held between the two of you, her cries muffled as both of you share one side of her neck to drink from

While usually discarded after, they always make for a fun snack

Should one be unlucky enough to live through it, it’s clear she’s Cassandra’s plaything now, awaiting the woman’s attention in the basement

And lastly, another detail she loves about you, is the tattoo placed on your chest

A rose, similar to the one she sports, only missing the Dimitrescu sigil and the ring surrounding it

Sometimes, when feeling particularly soft and cuddling up together, Cassandra likes to draw along the tattoo, adding bits here and there

Until, at the end, it looks nearly identical to her own

You smile whenever you see it

The day she finds out about your mortality is one like any other, really

She’s out hunting with you, the late night hours when the sun is down and the air has adapted a nice, cozy temperature

You’re at it for hours, hunting successfully, not worried about the time in the slightest

It wouldn’t be the first time the two of you stay out all night

And as the spirits rise and the hunt slows, the two of you take advantage of the quiet forest that seems to belong to only the two of you, now

With your hands tangled in her hair and your teeth teasing her neck, you completely forget about restraining her hands

As such, when you bite down, her claw-like nails come down on you, slicing and tearing lines down your back

Immediately, you tear yourself away, screaming in pain even as pleasure runs through you and your fang-like teeth and lips tingle with the desire to feast on her again

As you sink to your knees, she’s immediately by your side

She doesn’t understand, not until she notices your trembling body and the deep slashes at your back

She never considered that, unlike her, you don’t heal as fast

Immediately, you feel her tear your blouse from you, straps of your and her clothing used to help bandage your wounds

You don’t notice how tense your body is, until she cups your face

Her face holds a mix of surprise, worry and anger

“You stupid mortal!”, she cusses, and you can’t help but grin stupidly at her

You doubt you’ll get her to trim her nails even a little, but are still somewhat thrilled to have felt them on you

She supports you as you make your way back to the castle, rambling on angrily about how you didn’t tell her you were human, as though it wasn’t obvious by your blood alone

For the next few days you enjoy the mixture of her pampering and scolding you

She feeds you her blood, somewhat feeding into the strange nature of your biology, a human fed a mutant’s blood

You keep ropes and such in mind after this, and allow her to worry about you a little more than before

At least, she doesn’t treat you as she does other mortals, still valuing your skills and abilities rather than treating you like you were made of glass

Daniela

When she first encounters you, she immediately thinks; this is it

You are it

Her true love!

Her one and only! The reason all the others were mere disappointments! The sole reason she hasn’t found happiness yet!

Because of course, her true love would be like her!

You’re even matching her tattoo, somewhat, wearing the rose tattoo on your wrist

Your heart at your sleeve, so to say, she thinks when she first sees it

Of course, it must be a sign

A sign you’re her soulmate!

Often, she traces your tattoo

When you do the same to her, she practically melts against you, a blushing mess of buzzing flies that could easily be mistaken for purring at your touch

You’re taller than the average villager, more so similar to her own height, too

She never once thinks you might be human, and you never once suspect she might have doubts about your mortality, and thus never set her straight

She supports you fully, buying you all the clothing you like, all dark and gothic themed, much like the one of her family

You’re a Dimitrescu by heart, she’s sure

Sometimes, she likes to take your clothing, hunting in a new pair of dark pants and a tucked in, black blouse of yours

At other times, she allows you to take inspiration from her clothing

With both of you detesting the cold, there’s nothing you like more than to curl up someplace with her

Daniela’s not made to keep others warm, being barely able to keep herself warm, after all

You, despite your appearance and vampire-like aesthetic, are entirely different as it comes to that, so that on cold days it’s often you warming her up while the two of you scowl at the temperature

Maybe, your warm body and blood should have been a hint to her, a hint proving your mortality

Often, she feeds from you, especially on the cold days

Your warm blood dripping down her throat and settling in her cool body works wonders, so much so her face is flushed fast and she heats up within minutes

Daniela loves the feeling of your teeth against her skin, the sharp fangs digging in and biting down at one of her most sensitive spots

Often, it gets her excited. You’re always eager

Another way for you to warm her up, after all

In turn, she eagerly allows you a taste of her whenever you want

Unlike you- another hint, probably- she doesn’t have to wait days for the wound to close again, after all, so you can occasionally feed off her multiple times a day

On sunnier days, Daniela tries hard to have you come outside with her

As she hates the cold, she loves the sun!

Next to you, she almost looks as if she is the mortal one, even

You, dressed in dark clothing and scowling a little whenever the sun hits your eyes, her, grinning from ear to ear in a light, fluttery dress, the only indication of her vampiric nature being the bloody splats along her chin and cheeks

Sometimes, she asks for picnics, reading together in the castle gardens, cuddling and sleeping in the sun, sharing little treats here and there that you’re sure she sneaked from the kitchens

She can’t tan, but likes the thought of it nonetheless, so you often read to her while she’s spread out in the sun like a lazy cat enjoying the warmth along its fur

Often, she ends up dozing off, awakening in your arms or in her bed once you’ve decided you had enough of the outside and carried her back to your shared room

At other days, she takes you hunting with her, the both of you running and stalking, laughing whenever a human gets lost among the tall trees

Sometimes, the two of you share the blood of your prey right then

At other times, you drag it home to the castle and you prepare the meat for the both of you

She always figured you do this as a preference, oblivious to the fact you really should not be eating raw meat

And on some other days, the two of you like to race at the castle, causing chaos where you can

You like playing a game of scaring the staff, seeing whose presence is more unsettling, counting how many poor maidens can be stalked until they grow aware of your presence

Only does she grow aware of your mortality when your chaotic games eventually cause a window to break

Immediately, you shield her body with hers when screams are torn from her

Teary eyes look up at you full of sorrow, as though she expects you to die shielding her

But, no such thing happens

Your skin doesn’t crystallize, doesn’t even bruise

You merely shiver as you hold her and wrap your vest around her tightly

“I’ve got you”, you whisper, and while you sound worried, there is no pain in your voice

She doesn’t understand…

As you return to your room, it’s her that checks you for injuries first, despite how you try to fuss over her

She can’t understand..not even a scrape?

You grow more and more confused with her

Why is she so surprised?

Upon voicing her confusion, you can’t help but laugh a little

As you cup her face in your hands, her cold, but soft cheeks pressed against your warm hands, she looks at you with an endearing expression

You explain you’re mortal, something you never quite thought you’d have to do

And yet, the more you speak the more she connects the pieces of what could have been hints from long ago

She feels a little silly, but is quickly overwhelmed by the happiness and excitement upon remembering you saved her

Her knight in dark, shining armor, truly

[rainintheevening]

Okay, time to serve some SPN tea.

Gotta be honest, as a Christian, there is so much about Supernatural that makes me really uncomfortable, ESPECIALLY the later seasons. Which sucks, because Sam and Dean are my favourite kind of characters, and hunting monsters is super cool, but there's all... that.

I mean, I never wanted to watch a whole 15 season show anyway, but digging into the story and some of the lore to gain a clearer overview makes me even more picky and choosy. Yeah, I see some great characters, some really cool adventures, some beautiful relationships, and some genuinely good storytelling. But I cannot in good conscience watch any of this show at all, without talking about what is wrong with it too.

Like, I have a bunch of you my friends who are getting into it, and like I said, Sam and Dean's relationship is like a siren call to me, but I'm beginning to think I can't just enjoy this on some fun surface level; I can't just take what I like and ignore the rest. Because the rest is a dangerously twisted mess of truth, but not just any truth, the kind of truth that means the difference between eternal life and death.

Like, yeah, it's a joke how nothing dies more in Supernatural than the fourth wall, but there is something about this show, and the way they take VERY REAL spiritual elements and blur them across the line between fantasy and reality that feels wrong. Of course I'm an adult, of course I can parse out the difference between truth and fiction. But the fact remains that there is Ultimate Truth, and this show often (especially in the last 7 or 8 seasons) feels like it's deliberately taking that truth and subverting it or twisting it because it doesn't want you to know that Tuth.

At it's heart, I find Supernatural to be hollow and hopeless. Hang on, hang on, hear me out!

Yeah, that sounds crazy when the fans have long talked about how much of a family they find in each other, how many hard times they got through by being inspired by the characters determination to "Keep Fighting" (which I 100% support by the way!), and how the core of the show is supposed to be Dean and Sam and their love for each other. And on a two dementional plane, that's fine, that's good. But there is a major flaw in the theme of a story being 'all we have is each other as human beings, and if we just love each other enough, we can fix this world, we can make things right'. Because it's a lie.

That is not a message we can take away from a story and apply to real life, because we can never make each other complete, we can never save each other, not for eternity, no matter how much we love. We need God, the Creator and Sustainer and Lover of the universe, of US, us messy broken people, to be the ultimate source of love and strength and forgiveness and understanding.

Supernatural says that there may be Higher Powers, but you can't count on them, you can't trust them, in fact, the conclusion it vomes to is that they're couldn't-care-less a**holes, who will turn on you and destroy you if you don't do what they want. Uh, hang on, that sounds like the Roman gods. And the Greeks. And all the gods of history people hated even as they worshipped, because they were so hungry for someone to be watching over them, to be in charge of this crazy thing called life. The sad thing is that Supernatural does this using the title that basically everyone in the Western world knows to reference the Christian God. At least the writers had enough sense to leave Jesus alone, yeesh. But that really makes me wonder how many people out there have horribly messed up thoughts about God because of this show. Like seriously, that does worry me.

There is no final authority in Supernatural, good and evil are thrown into a blender and if you like the character that flies out enough they get to live, no matter what 'side' they seem to be on. Sam and Dean start out with pretty decent moral compasses, but again, as the show goes on and changes hands, that gets more and more distorted. Morality becomes whatever best benefits Sam and Dean, and we ALL know how badly they screw with each other's internal compasses. There's also no clear explanation of what you do to get to heaven?? Is it just if Jack likes you enough? Ugh *throws up hands*, there's NO logic in it.

But, Rain, you say, why must it be logical? Or truthful?

Okay, you're right, logic isn't always necessary. But truth is! Because there is no getting around the fact that this show plays some very stupid games with very serious concepts. Demons and angels are very real! Heaven and Hell and the Apocolypse aren't jokes. I'm not saying they can never be directly incorporated into stories, but when we do it carelessly or flippantly or even rebelliously, we really are starting down a dangerous path. Stories have power. Positive and negative.

And at the bottom of it all, the 'fight' of Supernatural, the cycle of die and come back and keep going, just feels futile and empty. This is such a niche reference, but I've been watching the furor surrounding the story that twenty-one pilots have built, and how it swirls with questions of how the story will end. Will it end hopeless and defeated with Clancy trying to save himself (you can't save yourself, but what matters is that you keep fighting and trying anyway!), or will he accept the help and power of the Torch-bearer?

How do Sam and Dean get a happy ending and find peace in their heaven? All I see is the writers giving them the ending that they want them to have, honestly, the cycle is only broken because the characters get outside help.

But why is Supernatural so fascinating? Why is Sam and Dean's relationship so attractive? Because they are willing to do ANYTHING for each other, and we all want to be loved that much. They die for each other over and over, and we all want someone to consider us worth their own soul. (I know Someone who did that, btw, who literally became the worst of everything I am, and died to save me from Death and Hell, all in one go.) We all want to be loved that fiercely.

Of course, their relationship has it's dark side too. I think in a lot of ways, their love for each other becomes their god, especially Sam toward Dean, I think, and as CS Lewis said, "Love, having become a god, becomes a demon." They are, quite frankly, the snake eating it's own tail. As much as their love is also what sustains them, they remain stuck in a loop, and the cycle is only broken when one of them is able to let the other go. (And then they find their way back to each other, of course they do.)

Look, am I asking everyone else to deconstruct this show as thoroughly as I seem to find necessary? No. Do I think this show is okay for anyone to watch? Defnitely no. But I say all this in hopes of having someone converse with me about it, without hating me for it, lol. Like a lot of other sketchy-at-first-glance, but super popular, media, I want to engage with this thoughtfully, not flippantly, and be able to have some deeper conversations with you guys about the deeper stuff.

And so I remain, a Sam and Dean fan splashing in the shallows and digging up the lake.

[wukyma]

yeeop hi, it’s me, the loser who’s writing fanfic for your ghost antinous au! i’ve got some vague and ideas and a decent amount of words done but i saw one of your posts saying you’re writing a document for the au?

i’m thinking i’ll be waiting for that before i make any other big writing decisions, i’m very excited for it :D

Ahhh sorry for the confusion, that was for another thing :'D

Regardless, I do have some ideas for ghost Antinous if you're interested!

(sorry for mentioning but u said u were interested too so @bb-bugspot)

Yappery under the cut 👇

You know that Hermes was also a guide for the dead? One of his "jobs" was bringing souls of mortals to the underworld – the 108 suitors as well, apparently, and whether they were buried appropriately or not doesn't really matter here

What happens? A certain ghosty someone (Antinous) spends the whole day trying to strangle both Odysseus and Telemachus (spoiler: he can't), missing Hermes' arrival to Ithaca like a loser ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Hermes bringing a hoard of souls to the underworld: let's see... One, two, three, four... ten......... nah I'm too lazy to do that, bye idiots *flies away*

Now we have Antinous, stuck in the mortal plane where no one can see him, having to watch the happy and thriving family, annoyed, jealous, and alone. Like he deserves tbh

And since I was leaning into comedy in the beginning, Telemachus starting to hear (and later even see; idk maybe Hermes' heritage activated or smth) him is a source of all kinds of moments where he has to act like ✨ everything is fine ✨ while there's an angry dude screaming in his ear "PAY ATTENTION TO ME"

If we sprinkle it with sad vibes then Antinous is pestering Telemachus for two reasons:

he hates him and has nothing better to do anyway

it's the closest thing to human interaction he has now lol

Basically talking to (read: pissing off) Telemachus is the only entertainment, and as time passes he just becomes something of a voice of conscience but diametrically opposed, and by that I mean:

"Who does this prick think he is?! Kick his ass Tele KICK HIS ASS"

"Wow, loser (Peisistratus probably idk) actually likes you, what a moron. You too btw"

Probably the first thing Telemachus sees in the morning too,, poor boy; maybe Antinous even tries to trip him up from time to time (they can't touch each other but small things like these work), invades his personal space, swipes off random objects from their designated surfaces, talks shit during family dinners (Telemachus actually thinks some of it is funny but he won't say that out loud, nuh uh) Penelope and Odysseus are a bit concerned about the strange expressions he makes XD

That dynamic goes on until the moment Antinous says a particularly foul joke and Telemachus slaps him (not really hoping for anything since every time he tried his hand just went through); the hit lands, both are like wtf just happened??? That puts an end to random chaos because (1) Telemachus is older now and will/can beat the shit out of him (2) Antinous just doesn't find the same satisfaction in annoying the prince like before, for some reason

So they just....... come to accept the situation and stick together like the weirdest pair of mismatched socks. END

(one more crumb of comedy material: Antinous now drops random objects on people's heads when they disrespect Telemachus or some similar thing)

That's it! There's one important thing I wanna say tho,, what I wrote is just my vision, if you had something else in mind and it doesn't align with this don't worry too much!! I want to know your ideas as well, and honestly, there wasn't a lot of thought put in cooking up an actual plot on my side; write whatever you feel like writing, I'm already happy those sketches inspired somebody X)

(And! Guys!! A bit of disclaimer: it's not like I'm sticking fingers in ears and going lalalalalala when it comes to Antinous' canon jerk behavior, or justify him – this whole au retains ✨funsies rights✨, don't take it too seriously please)

[jeonscatalyst]

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Thank you for bringing the part that most people don't want to talk about or are dismissive and it's a different pov than many people so it's nice to read. Now my question is IF they have to be a little bit extra careful because they have something to "hide" why is jimin the clingiest to jungkook? As in you know sometimes how jk gets nervous around jm or when jm is coming towards him or touching him this that and you see jk maybe kinda lean from one leg to other or take a step back so it might come off as him backing off in negative way so my question is if you know this is something ur partner gets nervous about why would you do it again and Again? Like we all know jk is clingiest to hobi and jin but jimin despite being the most physically affectionate person he seems clingiest to jungkook so why is that? Don't get me wrong but i haven't seen much of jm getting nervous or backing off when jk is coming closer like the way jk might do so is jk the only one who's feeling this need of "hiding" ? What about jm? Yes he's clingy to hobi and he used to tae as well but he's always been clingiest to jungkook so why is that?

I think the simple answer here is that Jimin and Jungkook are different people with different personalities and handle things differently. While Jungkook very easily gets flustered by Jimin’s actions, Jimin on the other hand doesn’t but we have seen Jimin get flustered because of Jungkook but it he doesn’t behave the same way Jungkook does when he is flustered or panicked. They both normally have to be careful because they have something to hide but that doesn’t mean there aren’t moments where they forget or slip up and habit can be difficult to control (and that’s where they slip up and we catch them) plus, I believe they also get away with so many things because people reduce most of their actions to fanservice and they know this. Clinginess also isn’t inherently romantic and as you said, Jimin isn’t only clingy with Jungkook so maybe sometimes he is just being his normal clingy self and not necessarily having second thoughts.

I guess I should have explained more in my previous post that we see the panic more in Jungkook than we do in Jimin and this to me is just because they are different and handle things differently. I also think that Jimin and Jungkook find some sort of pleasure in teasing each other or pushing each other’s buttons to get a certain reaction. I remember that one moment from 2019 where Jimin and Jungkook were at a photoshoot and Jimin started leaning into Jungkook and you could see Jk becoming increasingly uneasy, then Jimin noticed, laughed and said he likes to do it because Jk doesn’t like it. Now, we know that it isn’t really in Jimin’s nature to push when he knows that the other person doesn’t feel comfortable because Jk himself literally said that Jimin is very good at leaving one alone after you tell him once so it is clear to me that sometimes Jimin only does it to tease because he knows how Jk would react and then some other times he probably is just being his bold and shameless self but Jk feels nervous anyway.

While many people throughout the years have claimed that Jimin makes Jk uncomfortable or Jk hates Jimin’s touches and all that, it’s always been clear to me that Jk doesn’t because when you actually listen to the things he says, you understand that he actually likes that side of Jimin .Do we remember what Jk said when he was asked to say what he liked most about Jimin? Jk could have literally said anything else but he said he likes the fact that Jimin is shameless/bold.

This is yet one of those moments that easily flies over everyone’s head but there is alot of weight in Jungkook’s statement here. He never hated how bold/shameless Jimin was, he liked it actually but he just couldn’t handle it in public settings sometimes and Jimin probably knew it which is why he kept doing it and we know that Jk never felt like his personal space was invaded by Jimin because if he did, he never would have said what he said about Jimin during festa 2016 and he never would have spoken about how considerate and thoughtful Jimin is. If someone constantly invades your personal space, disregarding your feelings and making you uncomfortable, the last thing you would think of them is that they are considerate/ thoughtful

So anon, to answer your question, Jimin is clingy with Jungkook because he likes being clingy with him and because he knows that Jk really doesn’t hate it. He is clingy with Jungkook even though Jk usually seems flustered because he (Jimin) probably likes the reaction he gets out of Jk and it is fun for him as they both enjoy teasing and flustering the hell out of each other. He might also be clingy with Jungkook out of habit and sometimes can’t help it, so even though at the back of his mind he knows they have to be cautious, he probably doesn’t see some of the things he does as “telling” but he can’t help it if Jungkook gets nervous anyway. If Jimin thought that Jk really hated it, he wouldn’t have done it and we know this for a fact because Jk said this…..so we understand that Jimin actually knows how to respect Jungkook’s boundaries

So anon, my advice to you and to other people will be to let the boys do them and always try to think of context when reading into their interactions. The people who continue to talk about Jimin making Jk uncomfortable or talking about Jk not liking Jimin’s touches and stuff only do that because they are taking things at face value or sometimes are just projecting even though Jk’s words throughout the years and even his actions from behind the cameras that we have heard or mistakenly seen proves that Jk is more than ok wit Jimin’s affection and touchiness, infact he seeks it out. He wouldn’t be spending all time going to knock on Jimin’s door at 1am knowing that Jimin would probably start clinging to him if he didn’t like it, he goes there because he doesn’t mind and because he knows that Jimin understands boundaries. He likes Jimin’s clingyness, likes his touches and his shamelessness but just doesn’t know how to deal with it in public or infront of the cameras because he probably feels nervous about giving too much away. Jimin has his moments when we can see him feeling nervous with Jungkook coming too close but it’s not as conspicuous as Jungkook’s and also maybe because Jungkook doesn’t try to fluster Jimin as much as Jimin does but we know that when JK starts being shameless, Jimin can’t handle him either.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

the sky is being noisy (thunderstorm directly over my house) so i’m gonna talk about my villain au boys because they need therapy like right now 🫶

tw: abusive behavior

sonic:

sonic was taken in by eggman when he was young (eggdad moment) and didn’t realize that the doctor was just using him for his own gains. when sonic did find out, instead of having a battle of morals, sonic just straight up said that he would be better than eggman ever was and ran away

being around tails has changed his life both for better and for worse. for better because, well, it’s tails! a sonic will always need a tails! they’re a cosmic truth, after all! …right?

unfortunately, being around tails has also caused some harm. he does consider tails to be his little brother, but subconsciously the thought of family scares him after figuring out that eggman had been using him. he’s terrified of rejection and getting attached

is tails just using him too? what if the kit leaves him alone as well? he doesn’t deal with thoughts like these very well, frequently spiraling into extreme highs and lows where he’ll either guilt trip tails into staying by his side or passive aggressively pushes him away

he hates that he does it, he’s very self aware and knows he’s hurting the kid, but he can’t bring himself to either change for the better for leave the kit somewhere he’ll be safe

tails:

tails was not abandoned by his parents in this au, but they were very abusive towards the kit. the prower name is a pretty big one so he’d frequently make public appearance where he was forced to hide his mutation. at home, his parents basically ignore him yet get mad at him for not being the perfect child they wanted

when tails met sonic, he’d been kicked out of the house for the day. he was six years old. sonic found him sitting outside and just started talking to the kit, eventually convincing him to run away with the hedgehog

while being around sonic has helped him feel protected, he can’t help but crave that parental affection he was never shown by his own parents. he’ll go above and beyond just for a simple “good job” or fur ruffle (he does not swat sonic’s hand away). he’s also still very insecure about his namesakes and rarely ever flies

despite craving sonic’s attention so much, he’s also kinda scared of him. he never knows when the hedgehog will snap next and is walking on eggshells almost 24/7

the brothers love each other, they genuinely do, they’re just damaged. nothing about their bond is healthy. it’s very codependent, both of them relying on the other to be their source of happiness. it’s ruining them both

they’ll never leave each other’s side, tho. they’re all each other have and neither of them wants to be alone

[descendantsramblings]

Hello! Could I request a story about descendants 3 Hades x fem!reader? Preferably if the reader is hurt physically, and a hurt/comfort main theme? Thank you💕

Honestly, D3 Hades is so likable to me, I love Hades. I really wished D4 had used him more (or even that D3 had used him more. He's so interesting and at least in D4 he feels sorta dumbed down to just "dude in leather jacket" which is lame)

Let Me See

Hades x Villain Reader

Pronouns Used: she/her/hers

Summary: Her need to be independent keeps leading Hades' wife to getting in fights, she really got herself into it this time

Warnings: Injury and blood, Reader and Uliana have unexplained issues with each other, crying, hurt/comfort nonsense except they argue as a form of affection, Death mention, pet names as insults + insults as pet names, minor swearing

Word Count: 2.2K

    (Y/n) and Uliana never got along well in high school. It didn’t take a genius to know that Uliana only let her stick around back then because of Hades. The sea witch would never willingly let a god- especially the god of the underworld- slip out of her grip over something as petty as disliking some girl. She was better than that, smarter than that. So despite the obvious tension between them as teens, the girls were always around each other. And you hear the stories of kids who didn’t get along in high school that find their way into a fond friendship in their adult years, but those two would never be that. She understood that now. Stories like that came from changed levels of maturity, something that didn’t always come to those on the Isle. From the blood dripping from her nose and arm to the welts in the shape of suction cups on her cheek, (Y/n) had learned that maturity had not come to Uliana. Why had she even gone over there? She should have known the weaker sea witch would still be doing foolish things to even seem partially as nasty as her older sister. Especially now that Hook had sold his precious Jolly Roger to her niece; anyone knew that Uli would’ve seen that as a form of betrayal. It was like the last ties of high school affections had finally been cut, nothing to protect her from the compensating aggression of Uliana now. 

    As she quietly makes her way into the lair, holding her breath in hopes of Hades being asleep. She didn’t want to deal with whatever “I told you so” statements the man would have if he saw the state she was in. He told her not to go see the sea witch, “nothing good can come from visiting a girl who hated you in highschool”. She hated that he was right, he was always right. It was exhausting, she just wanted to prove him wrong once. She makes her way to the bathroom, nearly making it without incident. Of course though, it was only nearly, Zeus must have cursed her luck when they sent her to this god forsaken island. The cut on her arm gets caught on the ragged edge of the door’s strike plate, eliciting a loud string of swears to fly from her mouth as the skin of her arm gets tugged to the side. Her hand flies to her mouth, the motion hitting her swelling cheek and already injured nose, tears welling in her eyes. She was not winning today, with Uliana or herself it seems. 

    If the loud swearing didn’t already have Hades on his feet, the strangled sob that followed it would have; the god flying from his recliner to the source of the noise as if his life depended on it. When he rounds the corner his eyes lock on (Y/n), taking in her hunched over posture. His wife is white knuckling the counter, staring down at the stained bowl of the sink while her shoulders shake with what he’s almost positive are silent sobs. It takes everything in him to be quiet, waiting to gauge how she was planning to react. He slinks into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning on it. His arms cross over his chest, knee bending to prop his leg up against the hollow wood as he stands there, watching, waiting. She’d noticed him, Hades knew she did. Shoulders stilling with a shaky breath as she reaches up to wipe her eyes, the motion making her let out a pained whimper. 

   “Give me your worst,” despite mumbling it she knows that he hears her. “You think you can handle the worst of two real villains back to back, Princess?” Hades doesn’t need to see her face to know she’s rolling her eyes, some part of him can just feel it. The idea makes him smile softly, eyes casting up and down her body. “Uliana is not a real villain, don’t stroke her fragile little ego like that. She’s just a brat with anger issues. That’s all she’s ever been.” He chuckles, using his leg to push himself off the wall and over to her, hands finding their foundation on her shoulders. “You know, that’s tough talk coming from you, Princess. Maybe that’s how she got you in this little situation.” He presses a kiss to the back of her head, waiting for her to look up to him so he can kiss her properly. Hades knew better than to rush the woman though, she would surely reject the touch if it wasn’t her decision. She hated being told what to do in any sense, even if it was just him tilting her head towards him. Everything she did had to come from her own ideas. If pressed, he’d admit it was part of the reason he fell for her. In a vague attempt at sounding put together she lets out a cheap scoff, “I’m not crying over some sea witch, I just ended my affair, idiot.” It’s followed by a broken laugh, and though she doesn’t look up to him, she leans further into his touch. “Oh yeah? Who was my unlucky competition? Gaston? Hook? Jafar perhaps? Oh I know, that little snake finally got his hands on you, he wanted you so bad in school.” He’s laughing, rubbing his hands up and down her arms as speaks, the tone far too light for her to think he took her joke as anything but. “Maleficent, obviously. It was always her,” she mumbles, hissing as his hand unknowingly brushes the cut on her forearm. The man snatches his hand away from her, looking down to see the slick blood covering his fingers. The bubbling joke he had about how they had the same taste dies as he sees it. Who did Uliana think she was? If she thought she could hurt his woman like that she had another thing coming. 

     “What did she do to you?” There’s a fire behind it and his wife knows that if the barrier didn’t prevent it his head would be bursting into vibrant flames. She tries not to think about how much she misses the sight of it. “Nothing big, I can handle it. I just need the first aid kit, and some ice. You think you could go get me something cold?” He hums, pressing a kiss to one of her shoulders, “I’ll be right back with it. I moved the first aid kit to the bottom drawer.” She nods, leaning down to open the drawer once she hears the door close behind him. The old red plastic lost its shine a long time ago, potentially before they even got it. Not that it mattered, it still worked, she kept it stocked well enough. When you’re known for stupid things you have to be prepared for stupid prizes, don’t you? It opens with a satisfying click, the lid clattering against the counter noisily. She rustles through it one handed as she searches for her butterfly bandages to close her arm up. The boxes had broken at some point, leaving different sizes all over the container. Or someone had emptied them in the box, seems like something Celia could’ve done if Hades pissed her off. The idea made the woman giggle, imagining the little girl standing in her bathroom tearing apart boxes with that grumpy little pout on her face. She’d have to ask her about it the next time the kid came by. If not her, probably her stepson, Hadie and his dad always had to have something to argue about. 

    “What’s got you giggling?” He’s holding one of those old ice packs they got right after getting back together, one the baby ones she’d snagged for a much younger Mal and Hadie. Smiling at his wife as she shuffles through the box in front of her. “Someone spilt all the band-aids in here. Which would be a lot funnier if I wasn’t looking for those little butterfly ones that hold things closed.” He hums, putting the boo boo ice in her hand and taking the box from her. “Let me see.” She holds the cold gel pack to her welts, hissing at the sensation as she forces herself to lean into it. “I bet this was Hadie,” he grumbles, sifting through and throwing the tiny bandages into his other hand’s palm. “I thought Celia did it,” she mumbles, watching his hands intently, “You did piss her off something fierce last week.” Another chuckle falls from his lips, placing the tiny bandages and a large wrap bandage on the counter. “You need to hop on this counter and let me see what we’re working with.” She scoffs, popping her hip against his, “Who said this was a two person job?” The man tilts her head to him, taking in the swollen cheek and dried blood with a scowl. “I said. You don’t get to ‘strong independent woman’ this, you’re hurt, I’m helping. Now hop on the counter yourself or I’m putting you on it.” 

    She plants her feet, tilting her head as if to challenge the man. “I don’t need help. Didn’t need help getting hurt, don’t need help cleaning myself up.” His brow raises, stepping closer to her and dipping his head down so their noses touch, “You’ve done enough fighting today, haven’t you? And it looks like you lost to me, get on that counter.” “You haven’t seen the other guy,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest on instinct. A hiss follows directly after, the raw skin on her left arm slipping over her vest’s zipper in a way that felt like it was chewing the wound. “Uh huh,” he grabs her hand, pulling her injured arm to him. It wasn’t anywhere that he had to worry about. No major vessels in the way, the skin simply oozing blood instead of spurting it. That’s good, he was worried after he saw it on his own skin.  

     She doesn’t fight it when his hands wrap around her hips, lifting her like she weighed nothing and setting her on the bathroom counter. “I am making sushi out of that fool.” He doesn’t intend for her to hear him but the giggle she lets out is comforting all the same. “And you have got to stop doing the opposite of what you think I want you to do just because you don’t want to listen to anyone else. You can’t keep doing shit like this, (Y/n). I’m going to end up losing you.” It makes the air around them heavy, Hades turning to the linen closet to grab a wash rag. She opens her mouth to respond, just to realize she didn’t have anything of substance to say. What could she say? You’re going to lose me anyway if we’re stuck here? He was immortal and she wasn’t. No way he didn’t lose her. You got me back the last time? Something told her that he wouldn’t like her reminding him she left him seventeen years ago. And she didn’t like the idea of being reminded that she’d get to go to the underworld before he’d ever be able to go back, separated for so long her soul might forget him. Instead she sighs, eyes locked on Hades’ every minor movement. He runs water over the rag and when it touches the aggravated skin on her arm; she nearly moans at the contact. The chill of it was so comforting, the gentle strokes he’s using keeping the normally exfoliating fabric as nothing more than a tickle against her skin. Tongue slightly poked out as he pulls the skin closer together, eyes cutting up to her every now and then to insure that he wasn’t hurting her. “Hold that.” She follows the order, too tired -or perhaps too relieved by his help- to argue. He places the little butterfly bandaids over the opened flesh in sets of two, six of the little things covering the cut total, before grabbing the wrap bandage from beside her. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought,” he mumbles, wrapping the gauze-like material around her, “Not too tight?” She shakes her head, “It’s fine.” 

    With her arm handled he turns to her face, touching her chin ever so slightly to turn her head from side to side. “I hated when she’d accidentally hit me with those slimey things back in highschool, can’t imagine how it felt to be hit with one on purpose.” She hums, watching him lift the now bloodied rag again. “Sucked.” He rolls his eyes, “Yeah? I bet it did, Princess.” The rag comes up to her nose, wiping blood away from her top lip. “At least it’s not broken, just bled a little.” She nods, nothing left to say as he raises the ice pack to her cheek again. “You’re definitely going to have some bruises on that cheek though. Lucky for you, I still think you’re hot when you’re all beat up.” Her eyes roll but there’s an adoring glow to her face that he doesn’t miss. “You have got to take care of yourself, (Y/n). I can’t lose you to something as silly as some fool’s attitude.” His face is soft, eyes locked on her as his hands settle on her thighs. She knows what to say this time though, leaning forward to press a quick peck to his lips that only hurts her a little bit. “I love you. Like, really really love you.” He hums, pulling her closer to him from her little perch on the counter. “I love you, idiot.”

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[A: 4 C: 82] - Present

[TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide. Drug overdose.]

[(Saffron)] {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| =Socks= 

<You snap back to reality as you feel Pétronille pull you away from Perci. Stars, what the hell?!>

{You pinned Rosmarinus down to the ground. Poor thing, stuck in a daze, strands of mint wrapping around their hand. She got mind crafted, and you’ll make sure it doesn’t spread.}

[(Mind craft?!? HOW?!?!)]

<You’re shaking off your gloved hand, then you plunge it into the snow. The hissing of boiling water was a telltale sign of heat, and looking up, you saw the source. Percis glove was burned to cinders, and you could see the sizzling flesh underneath its charred remains. You saw the scorch marks, and the lines on Percis forehead. Hah! Smart, and very, very painful.>

“. . . Ah.” <His smile is gone, replaced by a glare of annoyance and boredom.> “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, Pétronille.”

“You, you CRAB!!!” <She stood at your side, having grabbed her hammer.> “Was this just one big lie?!? Was THAT it?!!?!”

“A half-truth.” <He peeled off the charred remains of the glove, wincing as he did so.> “It’s what needed to happen.”

“. . . You can’t trust people, can you?” <You glare at him.> “You can’t trust us, trust me.”

“Exactly.” <He peels off the other glove.> “You will lie to me, you will lie to your family, and you will lie to yourself. This isn’t an accusation, it’s a simple statement of fact. People. Lie.”

“Stars. . . What about you?” <You stand up, then glare at Merlon.> “Was all you said a lie?”

“No.” <They’re standing with their side to you.> “I like spending time with you, Stargazer, and I was hoping you would come to see reason.”

“It’s not that important!” <You snap.> “It’s gone, Merlon! You have your own home now, your own people! Just, let it go!”

“. . . . Oh, Stargazer. . .” <She shakes her head.> “You don’t even know how much you have forgotten, do you?”

{You feel a pang in your heart.}

“You’re not going to let us just walk away, aren’t you.”

“No, I’m not.”  <Perci puts his hands behind his back.> “Please, you can avoid what comes next, just surrender.”

“Not a CHANCE!!” <Nille steps forward.> “You’re done for, Perci-”

“Nille, stand aside.”

<Your head snaps to the side, and you see Nille staring at Perci, a bead of sweat running down her forehead.> “. . . Y-you--”

“I’d be a fool not to have hidden a backdoor to your mind. Now, Move.”

<You could smell the stench of mint as Nille started shuffling to the side, hands trembling with rage.>

“Good. I would hate for you to get hurt, Pétronille-”

“Shut. Up.” <You interrupt. You take a battle stance.> “Enough talk. Fight me.”

“Of course, of course.” <He puts a hand on one sword.> “Just tell me when you give up.”

“. . .” <You wordlessly put your singing stones in.> “I won’t.”

<You run forward, striking like lightning. In a flash, your sword met his, metal on metal. He drew his second sword, but time seemed to slow enough for you to react. By the time he was swinging, you had ducked under blade fly, inches from your nose.>

<Now! You dash to his open side to strike at his back, but he extends his foot just enough to trip you up. By the time you’ve recovered, so has he.>

“Hmm. Good reaction times, much better than last time.” <He’s glaring at you.> “What’s your secret, Null?”

<You don’t respond, instead rushing in again, striking, and jumping back when he blocks. You rush in again and he blocks, and on the third attack, dash to the side and strike. His swords meet yours.> 

“Faster, too! Very good!”

<Your offhand flies to your dagger as you hold his swords at bay. You draw it, jump back, and throw it right as his head.>

<He moves just in time to only get a cut cheek instead of your knife embedded in his skull.> “. . . You’ve really done your work.”

“I don’t intend to lose again.” <You grumble, holding your sword to the side.>

“Of course, of course.” <Perci nods, swords to his side.> “You’re strong, Null. And you have a good heart in you. I can admire that.”

“Thank you.” <You squint at him.>

“You’re welcome, but. . .” <He sheathes one of his swords.> “Sadly, that is just something I cannot let you have.”

<Suspicious, you squint at him.> “That is not for you to decide!”

<You rush in again, your blades clashing, your faces inches apart. In the tension, out of the corner of your eye you see his hand reach for you. You jump back, dropping your guard, and his blade slices down from your shoulder to your arm.>

<You hiss in pain. Fuck. You glare at him. With your sword arm damaged, you’ll be slow. No use in it.>

{I thought we agreed to not loop.}

<If we stay with this wound then our fate is already sealed. So no, that won’t work.>

<You feel a- >

< -Pain. In. Your. Chest.>

<You collapse to your knees and clutch at your chest. Your, heart. I-it, it BURNS! You bite back a scream, stars it- i-it’s stopped, that steady beating, replaced by a cold feeling. W-why can’t you, loop, BACK!!!>

“Don’t struggle, it’ll just take a moment.” <You hear him step towards you. You glare at him with all the fury you can.> “I promise.”

“Y-you, bitch--” <You, feel his hand touch your head, and your heart starts again, but it’s too late. Y-you’re, losing, focus.>

[{And then there were four.}]

=You whip your head around and bit his hand!=

“BLOOD!!!” =He tries shaking you off, but you bite down harder until you taste blood. Eventually, he hits your temple with the hilt of his blade and you let go.= “Y-you, you ANIMAL!!!”

“O-ooowwww. . .” =You clutch your head O-oww-. S-sorry, you, h-had to swap in it looked bad a-a-and, and-=

|You did well, very well, Socks Let me, quickly!|

=P-please switch please switch please switch please switch- y-you’re starting to feel dizzy.=

[{And then there were three.}]

{You have Socks. Biting Perci like that still exposed nya to mind craft.}

|You blink a few times, and stand up. Your sword was a few feet away, and dagger stuck embedded in a tree even further. Stars.| “W-what, did you do, Percival.”

“Hello, Asterion.” |He responds bluntly, stepping towards you.| It’s simple. I directly told your nerves to tell your heart to stop beating. As I’m directly controlling nerves instead of tricking your consciousness, it’s quite difficult.”

|You hold out a fist, and your crafted tears form and fly at him in an attack. He blocks, but keeps advancing.| “Y-you, you stopped our heart?!?”

“Frozen, if you will.” |He chuckles.| “You see, your little scuffle with Nille did have a good side effect; it proved a theory.”

“W-what?” |Your eye widened.| “What theory?!?”

“Simple. Your researcher theorized that your checkpoints are related to when you rest.” |He holds a palm out.| “But I theorized, and am now certain, that what binds your time craft is your heart. Specifically, when your heart is allowed to rest.”

|Your. . . Heart?| 

{Strange. . . No, no it makes sense. When you rest, so does your heart. You’ve had times where you’ve not been asleep, but close to it, and it sets a checkpoint. When you rested at the favor tree at the inn. When you rested on Isabeau before the Snake Sadness.}

[(And, then. . . So if he stops your heart, then what? What??? D-do, does, what-)]

“It means I know how to stop your loops.” |He smiles.| “Checkmate.”

“Y-you, you, you BASTARD!!!” |You run at him with a fist.|

{WAIT!!!}

|You punch him in the face, and he stumbles back. Ha, HAH!!! H-hah, hahah, ha. . . Ha. . . . .|

[{And then there were two.}]

{Stars above. You had to take Asterion away now, too. Mind craft, as impossible to eradicate as mint. He’s walking at you again. You stand up.}

“Ah, hello Mal du Pays.” {He keeps walking towards you.} “Doing well, I presume?”

{You feel your blood go cold. A familiar chill runs through your body. Leave us alone.}

“No, no. I can’t.” {He shakes his head.} “It’ll just take a moment, and then it’s over, don’t worry~”

{You stare at him with all the malice in your heart. You lock eye to eye, metal in your mouth, disgust, anger, hatred, and. . . You open, your, mouth.} “Percival.”

{He freezes in his tracks, blood draining from his face.}

“I’m. . . Proud of you, Percival.” {The unfamiliar, deep voice comes from your lips.} “I’m so, so proud of you. Proud of what a monster you have become.”

“W-what-” {He steps back.} “I-I, i-impossible! How--”

{Merlon scowls at you.} “Don’t listen, it’s just trying to get under your skin.”

“It’s like I said. Just a moment, then it’s over.” {The lines come to you as if you’re reading a script of a story you’ve never read before.} “Just one swift cut, and you’re a man, a Monet. And look at you now, everything I wanted to be and more.”

“S-shut up.” {He grits his teeth.} “Shut UP! You’re DEAD!!!”

“Am I, really?” {You smile, this is fun.} “Will I really ever die? Thanks to you, our family will live on in history forever, and everything you hate about me lives on in you.”

“N-no-”

“I’m proud of you, my son.”

“SHUT UP!!!” {He lunges at you, and you step to the side.} “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!”

{Odd, what’s happening to you? You can see. . . Afterimages of yourself. Like if you wave your hand too fast you can see where it once was.}

[(Don’t question it, just keep it up, you traumatizing master~)]

{Happily. You open your mouth.} “O-oh, oh Perci, Amable. . .”

[(The Head Housemaiden?!?!)]

{Perci turns back to you, panting, eyes full of panic.} “I-I- wh- E-Euphraise?!?”

“Oh little Ama, what happened to you!” {You could feel the emotions on your tongue.} “It’s been years since you left without warning, we’ve been worried sick! You never even wrote! How could you! After we took you in!!!”

“Wh- P-please I-” {His voice catches, tears forming in his eyes.} “I, I didn’t, mean to-”

“Why, oh why did you abandon your lover like that!” {You were crying, going with the script.} “Poor Antoine hasn’t changed at all since you left, I think he stays the same for you, hoping you’d come back!”

“I, I-I--”

“I suppose it wasn’t enough to manipulate hearts, you had to manipulate minds as well!”

“Perci!!!” {Merlon snaps.} “Don’t let it get in your head!”

“Screw that!!!” {Nille interjects.} “GET HIS ASS!!!”

{Perci snaps back to reality and runs at you with a bloodthirsty growl. You step aside again, and talk.}

“You know, it was quite the shame seeing you stray from your path, Sir Percival.”

{Ah.}

[(H i m.)]

“N-no.” {Perci completely freezes.}

“I must admit, I took great pleasure in educating you, making you the best version of yourself.”

{He starts backing up.} “N-nononononnononononono-”

“A pity, to see it all go to waste-”

{You hear a snap of fingers.}

[(The snow below you explodes and you fly back. You slam into a tree with a loud THUD, and slump to the ground. A moment later a falling stick from the tree landed on your head. S-stars- that--)]

“You’re out of line, Siffrin!” [(Merlon snaps.)] “That was too far.”

{You wipe blood from your mouth, and look up at her. She’s staring daggers into you, and you stare right back. What do they know about too far? It was too far when Perci wanted to get into your head! Disgusting. You open your mouth, and talk.}

{You can’t understand the voice, and the words you say, and simply hearing it gives you a splitting headache. Merlons mask cracks.}

“Y-you-”

{You open your mouth again, and-}

{You feel a pain in your chest and double over. S-stars, ssstartstastarsstarsit, hurt--}

“Enough.” {Perci was stomping towards you.} “Y-you, you, how dare you, how FUCKING dare you!!!”

{You try to get up but the pain won't stop. You grit your teeth, glaring.}

[{Why bother! He’s right, y’know~ How dare you, shadow, how dare you~}]

“SIF!!!” {Nille screams, trying to get up.} “C’CMON, SIFFRIN!!! YOU-”

“Quiet. Don’t speak unless spoken to.” {Perci spat.} “Blood, Mal, if that’s how you’re going to play with me? Then why SHOULDN’T I change you?”

{Your eye widens, Nille tries to yell, Perci grins.}

“After all, I’ve only wanted the BEST for you! For all of you! For my bonded!!! And what do you do? Spit on my face and drag my past from the grave!!” {He stopped right in front of you.} “I could do it. I could do it so easily. I could erase your family from your mind. I could make you feel the agony I felt. I could even erase you as a person. But, I, won’t.”

{You try and spit something at him, something, anything! He reaches a hand out to you.}

“But I won’t. Because You’re not worth it.”

{He puts a hand to your head.}

{. . . . . S-stars--}

{I-I’m, I’m, s-sorry---}

[(You weakly slap his arm away.)] 

[{And then, there was one.}]

“Still got a fight in you, then.” [(He laughs.)] “Saffron, isn’t it?”

[(You smile up at him, blood running down your head, yet you don’t feel a thing.)] “. . . . H-hah, hahahahaaaaa. . . That’s the name. . .”

[{The only one you could think of~ The one stolen off of a bottle of spice! How pathetic.}]

“Wonderful to finally meet you, Saffron.” [(His fake smile mimics your own.)] “It’s gotten rather quiet in there, don’t tell me you’re all that’s left.”

“Just me~” [(Your head falls to the side. Just me, because the hosts couldn't handle it. Just me, because you’re not here to help me, aren’t you?)]

[{Why would I EVER help you of all people~? The second fiddle to the second fiddle, you’re just the last in house, and have to clean alone.}] 

“Ah, too bad.” [(He hums.)] “Now, are you going to fight back?”

“. . . Nah.” [(You laugh, and put your hand to your mouth as you yawn.)] “I’m just. . . Dying, to get it over with.”

“Ha. Don’t worry, it’ll be. . .” [(He starts, but then he sees you swallow something, and his eyes widen.)] “W-what, what did-”

“Tamarind concentrate pills.” [(You grin, ha, you palmed the pill bottle when you slapped his hand away.)] “You’re supposed to take one, but a dozen extra couldn’t hurt right?”

“WHAT?!?!” [(He jumps back.)] “YOU- Y-YOU’RE INSAINE!!!”

“Bye bye Perci~” [(You wave at him, a pain blossoming in your chest unlike anything you’ve felt before. You’re not sure if you’ll wake up again, or if this won’t do anything, or you’ll just loop back. You just wanted to spite him.)] “I’ll see you on the other side~”

“WHAT?!?”

[(Your vision gets blurry, you fall to your side, and-)]

“SIFFRIN!!!!!” [(Carpenter?)]

[(The Carpenter’s running towards you, s-somehow. And, she kneels at your side.)]

“H-hhheyyy. . . “ [(Your voice is wavering.)] 

“S-SIFFY- SAFFRON, W-WHAT THE HELL?!?” 

“S-sooorryyy. . . Ha, ha. . .” [(You vision gets blurry.)] “Tell them, I. . . S-said, sorry.

“N-NO!!! JUST, YOU TWO COME HELP ME ALREADY!!!” [(Her voice is getting distant.)] “Saf, Saf just, HOLD ON!!!”

“H a . . . . . H a . . . . . Goodbye, N-Nille. . .” [(Your heart stops.)] “. . . M-maybe. . . Now I’ll get to see, it, too. . .”

[{Your vision cuts out as your blood begins to coagulate. It’s as if every part of your being has come to a lurching halt.}]