Duuude I’m catching up on the Dark Academia tags and the way these two are so FUCKED UP is my new Roman Empire.
It’s giving ‘You’ vibes with the lack of empathy, and the obsession. It’s toxic as fuck (affectionate) and I am here 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 it 👏🏻
☺️☺️☺️☺️ I'm glad youre enjoying them!!!!! I've been wanting to do a dark academia style fic for years now, not just the ~aesthetic~ but the idea of the genre in literature and I love this obsessive, superiority and lack of emphaty for anyone below them attitude they have, and then the obsession with each other to the point of murder, not because it's necessary but because Lexa wants it so Clarke follows her without any question.
I've only seen You via tumblr gifsets, but I definitely get the vibe you're talking about! While Lexa does like Clarke, it isn't until the murder that Lexa's own obsession with her starts in a "holy shit this is exactly who I want", but even before that Lexa has a strong idea of possessiong over Clarke, when something is Lexa's you do not fucking touch it, and for her Clarke is /hers/ above whatever else she is, while Clarke's obsession starts as soon ss she lays eyes on Lexa, so much so she changes the entire curse of her future just for a chance at being a friend at the very least. Clarke knows how to manipulate people so easily and Lexa has wits and strategy on her side. Once thst mutual obsession fully cements, it is impossible to break. Lexa tells Clarke that if she ever goes to jail, Lexa will follow her there. And because Clarke cannot imagine a life where Lexa survives behind bars, she will lie through her teeth any chance she gets, to the police, to Finn's parents face, to the dean, whoever it is, to keep herself - and most of all Lexa - out of jail.
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Red Flags In A DM
Their copy of the Dungeon Master's Guide is blatantly a copy of Guide To American Birdspotting with a crude drawing of an orc over the red-bellied finch
Instead of "Yes, anding" your suggestions, they "No, get out of my housing" them.
They insist they have a "secret missive from wizards of the coast" with the "real rules of D&D" that you can't see but oddly always aligns with their plot.
The above, even when you're not playing D&D
Their minis are clearly just random animals they've put on the game map. One's a deer.
You give your action, and they just stare, unblinking, faintly smiling. They don't respond to anything you say.
You abruptly realize you've never seen this person before
When you turn to ask other members of the game group what's going on, the room is empty.
On social media you find no trace of your game group. None of your friends remember ever meeting anyone of that description.
However, investigation finds their names and descriptions match the victims of an unsolved murder from 30 years ago.
You find photos of the victims, and it's them. Oh god, it's definitely them.
The murder took place during a D&D session
The GM was never found, but there's a photo.
You recognize them. Of course you recognize them.
As you realize this, you turn to run, but your GM is behind you. You didn't hear them enter. You're not sure how they did.
They still don't speak, but their smile is broader
You try to run, but you find you're frozen. The GM takes something out their bag.
It's their terrible homebrew with a bunch of awful rules that's completely focused around their self-insert mary sue DMNPC and they refuse to play anything else for the rest of the campaign.
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"Licking the sand" was a euphemism for doing the dirty work/something no one else wanted to do. I said, "Well, someone had to lick the sand," as I was murdering my boss.
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The bloke who plays Hob in Sandman was in Vera or Midsomer Murders the other night and I choose to believe that that's just Hob babey. Got himself a nice brewery. Got himself brutally murdered. Had to play dead cos living past multiple stab wounds is sus. Change name, carry on
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