#are you mad at me? what did i do wrong? have the rules changed? why are you mad? what do you want me to do to make up for it?

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Blue Lily, Lily Blue ch 15 // Mister Impossible ch 25

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Okay, but... now I'm wondering >.>

@the-witchhunter We talked about Danny being Morningstar's feral, probably engineering oils and ectoplasmic goo covered, mad scientist/himbo hybrid (attack) purse dog. His special lil guy.

But!

I seek your Knowledge(TM).

From second hand accounts? He seems to HATE the hypocrisy. The blaming HIM for humanity's own choices. The rat race and endless song n dance of "Righteous Good VS. Cartoonish Evil". Because it let's humanity paint themselves the helpless victims. Because it's all surface level. Because it is not so easy to escape the ugliness of your Sins, yet they keep trying to scapegoat him.

Fuck um.

He was tired of it.

But? He still has CONSIDERABLE POWER. It's probably written down. And the Ring Of Rage? Is proooobably not the loveliest of artifacts? I imagine, like the Crown, it's NOT leaving Danny alone. One of those "we don't CARE if there is no throne left to sit upon, you WILL wear us, as King" sort of systems.

It genuinely would not and DOES NOT matter, if not a single soul in all the Zone bows to him. Did he defeat the previous holder of their Right To Rulership? Yes or No.

If No, fuck off.

If Yes, new monarch.

Is it hurting him? Not the rings problem. Nor the Crown's. Heavy is the weight, etc etc. But! DANNY would certainly care. He is... is ANGRY all the time now. Has no idea who would even MAKE this bullshit ring. Why JUST Rage? Yeah, it makes ghosts stronger, but at what COST?

He can't even get rid of it!

......by himself.

Luckily, he's still clear headed enough to know that he's NOT in this by himself. And it's amazing what "mom, dad, this ring is trying to drive me insane. Help me" in a terrified and tearful voice, can brush over. No one threatens their baby and all that.

It would honestly be hilarious, seeing the extended Fenton clan decend like LOCUSTS on Pariahs Keep, searching for clues, terrifying the local ghosts, if... if he wasn't so tired.

God he's so tired.

It's Aunt Alecia who... "politely encourages" a passing scholar to lend them the book they need. Took the poor sucker right out of the sky. Guy never stood a chance. RIP.

He learns he has to head..... over? Like... 27 that-ish way, then up. Huh. 27 WHAT?

Realities, apparently. He's in the wrong bundle. Branch? Neighborhood? Eh. Clan Fenton rolls back out, he packs his bags, and hilariously enough? Goes off to the devils night club. Hopes he likes rings. Or hates them.

Thankfully, being "king" means the Zone? Kinda... humors him? Like... it still has RULES(tm). He can... can FEEL that now. But it's willing to bend some for him, if he asks. And anything NOT against the rules? If it's in the right mood? He need only ask. It's weird. Being suddenly so powerful, yet NOT, at the same time.

Cause none of it's his.

All he has is the Zone's attention. The ability to ask pretty please. If you don't mind. And then? The highways between... ALL will just? Shift and change for him. He can see how it went to Pariah's head. The Zone is pretty agreeable. Is by nature Amoral, cause it's not a Being, it's... well, it's the Zone.

And everyone wants him to ask things. Do things. Demand this or that. Use this power.

Maybe he doesn't WANT too! Maybe he didn't WANT to be king! Doesn't he have the right to say NO? To refuse? Why do they think he OWES them service? An eternity of politics and people trying to kill him, for something he never wanted in the FIRST PLACE.

He's so tired.

The nightclub's pretty cool.

So he comes to ask, politely of course, cause the guy's probably busy, if Morningstar could... dunno, fix or destroy it? Want a ring, maybe? Also he heard you MADE the stars. Huge fan of all of that. Can I ask about the process? Or are you in the middle of something?

And? Lucifer? Turns around, from where he's Leaning Seductive Yet Elegantly(tm) to see... scrawny. Tiny corpse child. No... half? Corpse? Alive. Dying. Alive yet dying. Huh. Well, that is different. And here he didn't think he'd get see anything NEW. You, child, are NOT a zombie. What are you?

Halfa.

I have no idea what that is. What do you want?

He gets shown the ugliest, crudest, peice of shit ring imaginable. A genuine foul little curse. Really stinks up the place. He destroys it, obviously. This club has STANDARDS. Hope that wasn't important?

Kid just smiles the biggest fangy lil grin. No. No it was not.

Obvious, lie, but cute lil teeth. He'll allow it.

He gets dragged into talking about the stars. And talking. And talking. Mostly bragging and explaining. Kid hangs off his every word. Follows him around as he makes his rounds. Asks good questions. Completely focused, dispite the booze and barely dressed dancing all around him.

Lucifer can't help notice the crown.

Lovely little thing. Space ice and star dust, glittering like jewels and light catching the mist. If he remembers right... that one iiiiiis..... not Limbo, it's.... Zone! That crown is the Zone, it changes to suit the wearer. He recognizes the vibe. Awfully young, aren't you?

And.... it all burst forth. He didn't even need to press. Use persuasive words and honeyed tones. Like an inflamed, festering wound. The merest brush is enough to spill everything.

Negligence, greed, blood lust. Bigotry and xenophobia. A tyrants endless quest for power. Ah, humans. They truly don't change do they? Realities away, dead or alive. Now they're harrasing a child. He honestly looks miserable. Whereas just a moment before, listening to Lucifer talk about his work on the stars, his soul practically GLOWED with light. A tiny little star unto himself.

.......maybe it's the big ol "I'm you BIGGEST FAN" eyes. The sad wet cat aura. Perhaps the scrawny "could snap you like a twig" teenager, all elbows and knees. The fact he is, in fact, NOT human; for all that he once was. But?? The kid? Is... not terrible company.

He'd even go so far as to say? It's like having a pet intern.

He can sleep on the couch.

Tell you what, you stay here? I'll keep taking about stars and YOU can do the chores I don't feel like doing. I'll take care of you and all that.

And Danny? Honestly was sold at the word "stars" but? This sounds like a phenomenally terrible idea... and he has yet to meet one of THOSE he hasn't made out sloppy still with, so deal! But as a minor, that DOES make you his new gaurdian for the next four-ish years. He's legally obligated to finish schooling.

Ah.

.....well shit.

(Just? Local stressed 14-15 year old Ghost King does RESPONSIBILE thing and finds Adultier Adult. With more qualified Adult powers. Unfortunately for everyone, the adult is Lucifer Morningstar, night club owner. Even MORE Unfortunately, said ghost kind has pack bonded with the Nice Star Man, who saved him from the Bad Ring, and effectively offered to let him crash on his swanky couchs.

Now Morningstar has to? Somewhat VAGUELY pretend he gives a shit local schooling system, as he puts his charge INTO it. Actively giving waking terrors to the magical community. What evil plot is afoot? Where did he get this tiny minor death god? What is his end goal FOR said child?

No one knooooows~

But Lucifer is just doing this cause he's a Being of his word. He hates the tedious minor chores he'll be foisting off onto Danny. And? Most importantly? Look at that face. *shoujo sparkly eyes of Star Sempai Noticed Me!* it's like having a golden retriever puppy. Ffs he has STANDARDS.)

(It'd be hilarious to watch the hostile 5th dimensional chess DC characters have going on in the background, all while? Danny is like? Man! Isn't this universe GREAT? Everyone here is so CHILL! And nice to me! I'm so relaxed now! Finally, I can finish my education in peace.)

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"go back outside," you laughed, shoving jack's face away from yours.

you were at the hughes' lake house for the summer, spending most of your time wakesurfing, swimming, and hanging out on the boat. today was the one day you wanted to stay inside on the couch and finish the book you'd bought while the boys had the day to themselves.

of course, jack had other plans.

"i don't wanna," he groaned, plopping down on top of you.

"jack!" you laughed, trying to shove him off of you. finally, you gave up, putting your book to the side to let jack lay on top of you.

"why don't you wanna go outside?" you asked him softly.

"because i wanna spend time with you," he answered simply. "quinn went out with his girlfriend to that chinese place for lunch, and it's awkward being the only one with luke and his girlfriend. they're like... weird hormonal teenagers."

"oh, so it's because your brothers are gone that you're spending time with me," you rolled your eyes, laughing a bit.

"even without that, i'd still wanna be with you," he answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "it's why i'm gonna marry you."

"jack, stop making me blush," you hit his shoulder lightly.

"what," he laughed, pulling away. "there's a ring on your finger for a reason."

you smiled, admiring the way he looked at you with such adoration in his eyes. he acted like it was so simple. like he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and that was that. in some case, you supposed it was simple.

before meeting jack, you wouldn't have been able to imagine something like that, let alone believe someone could love you that much. but he changed that.

and you loved him so much for it.

"you're thinking," he said, getting up off of you and helping you sit up. "is it good or bad?"

"it's good," you promised. "i'm just thinking about how much i love you."

he grinned stupidly at that answer, "well of course you do. with these killer looks, how could you not?"

"you're such an-"

"luke! luke, what's wrong?"

your laughter was cut off as luke marched angrily past you and up the stairs and towards his room. behind him, ellen followed.

"i don't wanna talk," luke called, causing ellen to stop.

you and jack got up from the couch, making your way to the base of the stairs by ellen.

"what's wrong?" you asked. "why'd he storm up to his room?"

"i have no idea," ellen sighed tiredly. "he just came inside looking all mad, and then ran up."

jack furrowed his brows, "i thought he was outside with his girlfriend."

"did something happen with them, maybe?" you asked.

"i don't know," ellen muttered. she looked up the stairs, where luke had headed. "i'm going to go check on him. you two don't worry about him, i'll make sure he's okay."

you and jack nodded, letting ellen check on luke.

"are we sure it's not something bad?" jack asked you. "what if he's really upset over something?"

"ellen went to check on him," you reminded him. "it's better not to overwhelm him right now. we can go check on him afterwards if you want."

jack nodded, agreeing. "yeah, you're right."

the two of you headed towards the kitchen to take out your lunch. you and jack took a seat on the table, across of jim.

"did you finish your book yet?" he asked you.

"i would've, but someone didn't let me," you sent jack a look.

he held his hands up, a guilty look on his face.

jim looked up as ellen made her way back down. "any luck with luke?"

"he's asking for y/n," she said, looking at you. "honey, could you go upstairs and see what's going on?"

"yeah, of course," you answered, a little shocked.

jack squeezed your hand as you walked by, heading up to luke's room. you knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

"go away," he muttered from the other side.

"luke, it's me," you called. "ellen said you wanted to talk to me."

you heard some shuffling, before luke said softly, "you can come in."

you opened the door, finding luke sitting on the floor next to his bed. he sat against the wall, his knees folded up to his chest and his head down. he didn't even look up as you entered.

"hi lukey," you said softly, sitting next to him. "you okay?"

luke sniffed, looking up at you with red rimmed eyes. "not really."

"c'mere," you muttered, pulling his head into your lap.

luke lay his head down, allowing you to softly run your fingers through his curls. his tears slowly subsided, and you waited calmly as he built up the courage to talk.

"how'd you stay with jack?" he asked finally. "like, it's been five years, and you guys are getting married in a few months, and not once have you guys even thought about breaking up. how?"

you pursed your lips, pondering the question. truth was, it took a long time for you to be this open and accepting to jack's love. you'd never received that same love as a kid, and never imagined to receive it as an adult.

"it's not easy," you answered him finally. "we were young, eighteen year olds when we met. i never even had a boyfriend before him. and then jack was some famous nhl player, and everyone knew him, and everyone hated that i was with him. but... honestly, we grew up together. we matured together. we made mistakes, but we learned to communicate and understand each other. it takes a lot, but we managed somehow."

you ran a hand through luke's curls, "i'm gonna take a wild guess and say something happened with you and your girlfriend. am i right?"

luke nodded sadly. "she-- she cheated on me. and then, and then she just said it like it was nothing. and then she started talking bad about you and jack, about how you guys probably aren't even a real couple, and i just-- i got mad. i told her she can go and do whatever she wants because i'm done." he looked up at you, "did i make a mistake?"

"no, no, you didn't," you assured him. "cheating's a choice, one that she made. when i said jack and i didn't have it easy, that's not what i meant. i meant that we both had things to work on in the start of our relationship. he was dealing with a lot of stuff with his rookie year, and i was still learning what a healthy relationship looks like. we worked on our relationship together."

"thanks, y/n," he smiled, closing his eyes a little. "that helps."

"anytime lukey," you smiled. "anytime."

--

outside the door, quinn smiled to himself.

he was walking past the room after his date, hearing your and luke's conversation. he'd spent the last four years doing everything to show you that you were family, that you were part of the hughes.

he was happy to see that you were believing it.

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𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: reference post; @soullessfyodor here's my take on Fyodor with a guardian angel♡// ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, Fyodor's a bit manipulative + has a God complex, dubious relationship between them, possibly inaccurate biblical lore

he knows you're there, knows you exist. growing up in a religious family, he's always been told that his guardian angel was watching over him, making sure he was safe from any danger. but trying to interact with you never actually occurred to him

you showed yourself to him for the first time when he was around ten. he'd caught a terrible flu and his already weak body could barely handle it. so you did your job, you healed him and ever since you visited him more and more often

it was against the rules but what could you do? he was a quiet kid, a bit too intelligent for his own good and you just had a feeling that there was something wrong with him

your suspicions were confirmed once he started joining different criminal organizations. you tried to keep him on a straight path but there wasn't much you could do to change his resolve

"Don't worry, my dear angel, I am quite certain that the purity of my soul is untainted." he smiled as he packed his few belongings in a suitcase.

"I'm begging you, Fyodor. Don't go to Japan it's a bad idea–" you protested but he wouldn't have it.

"I'm not keen on using this argument but I am an adult now, angel. I can make my own decisions"

"You're still acting like a kid" you huffed, fluffing your wings, causing a few feathers to fall on the bed covers. Fyodor chuckled, gently seizing your chin "And you're still acting like my mother. There's no need for you to be so concerned for me"

ever since Fyodor moved to Japan to pursue his plans the relationship between you changed. Fyodor became more secretive, but you still didn't give up on your routine– every night, Fyodor played the cello for you or read you a few pages of his book. those were his little ways of showing you his gratitude for always being there for him

after a few months you could sense a deeper change. he barely talked to you about his plans and every time you tried to voice your concerns he deflected

"My, my, angel. I told you before there's no reason to worry about me." smiled the man, motioning you to join him in bed.

"I'm serious, Fyodor. I can't keep covering up for you. You're killing people don't you realize your actions have consequences for me? And for you too" Fyodor simply laughed, pulling you next to him as he traced the outline of your wings with his fingertips "Am I upsetting the higher ups?" You nodded and his grin widened. Cupping your face with his free hand, Fyodor brought you closer to him.

"Why should I care about that, my dear? After all, I am a God myself, aren't I?" Before you could reply Fyodor placed a kiss to the corner of your lips"You know I'm right."

"You shouldn't say such things"

"You've let so many things slide, angel, I'm sure you can excuse some mild blasphemy"

and you did let it slide, and other things too. there were many things he should've been sanctioned for but you swept them under the rug– no matter what atrocious things he did you still believed he was the sweet Fyodor you once knew

it didn't take long until you lost your place among the angels and were sent to hell. call it divine judgement, or karma, but covering Fyodor's endeavours for so long did have a consequence

as a fallen angel you could still come to earth whenever you pleased but for a while you avoided Fyodor. you were mad he was cruel enough to let this happen. all of this could've been avoided if he would've just listened to you

still, it didn't take long for you to return to him. after spending so much time together you couldn't just ignore him. especially not when you could hear him calling out your name through the endless night in hell

"So, my angel, are you getting accustomed to your new home?" he taunted, his lithe fingers dancing along the cello's cords, his music echoing through the dim-lit room.

"Don't you dare joke about that" you hissed "How did you find out in the first place?"

"I figured, since you stopped visiting for a while..." Taking note of your silence Fyodor sighed, putting down his instrument "I do appreciate your sacrifice, angel. Your devotion is truly remarkable"

You scoffed again at his words, feeling your blood boil "You should be ashamed of yourself. You condemned me to a life in hell."

"You could always come and live with me. You're more than welcome in my humble home" he said in a honeyed vocie as he got up from his chair and moved towards you. He kneeled in front of the futon you were laying on and held your hand. "My dear angel, forgive me. If what I doing wasn't this important I would've given up on my goals. But it can't be helped"

You sighed, running your thumb along his knuckles "Such important plans yet you cannot tell me anything about them."

"Of course not" he smiled "Not now at least, but one day will come when I'll tell you everything. Until then, you'll have to trust me."

You remained silent for a while, a heavy tension settling between the two of you before he spoke again. "You lost your God and your status, but I assume you still have your powers."

"You're correct"

"Then stay by my side, look over me like you always have" The man rose to his feet and leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear "I can give you a purpose. That's what you need, right?"

"So you're asking me to taint my soul even more? To give up on my principles, on everything."

"You were already deemed a sinner, my angel. You've fallen. I'm offering you a way to rise back up– a new god, a new purpose." Striaghtening his back, he bowed, holding a hand in front of you. "So what do you say?"

You weren't stupid– it was obvious what Fyodor was after. He just needed your powers to keep him alive. You were just another tool, another pawn. But it was the best deal you could've asked for, so you hesitantly accepted his hand. Fyodor smiled, helping you up from the couch before he placed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.

"You and I, my dear, are going to accomplish great things together"

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HOLY SHIT

I just got to reading the request you did for me

Aka Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

And I love it so much???

Like it's so good 😭

Don't wanna bother you with another request but could you do a part 2? I'm just curious on if the reader ever succeeds or if alastor ends up getting their marriage back lmao

A/N i’m so glad you liked it!! a number of people have been asking for a part two actually so of course :) Also this is my reminder that I am not a woman in stem but an enby in classics so I get science things wrong,, i’m very sorry.

Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2 (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Nothing I can think of please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 2,206

First Part: Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

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"I can still be useful" Alastor told himself as he straightened the lapels on his jacket, "She still needs me."

Alastor leaned into the mirror, slicking his hair back just the slightest bit.

"Yes." he nodded to his reflection.

Taking a deep breath, Alastor stepped out into the hall. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Y/n had never caused anxiety to rule his being before, so why was it happening now?

Since her arrival at the hotel, she had stayed locked in her room. Two whole days had gone by and the demon avoided everyone and everything. It was not unexpected or out of the blue, she had always favored her own company above anyone else's but, Charlie was growing tense. She had asked Alastor to help bring their newest guest out of her shell, hoping their shared past would cause his attempts to be more fruitful than her own had been. For some odd reason, Alastor had agreed.

Fondness was the trouble. He was fond of Charlie, and he had always had a bit of a soft spot for Y/n. She had been his wife for christ's sake, there was no way he couldn't have fostered some sort of affection for the wildly brilliant and creative girl.

Before he really realized it, Alastor was at the door to Y/n's room. She had taped a sheet of loose leaf to the door. Keep Out had been written on it in all caps, in her familiar, messy handwriting. Alastor's smile softened slightly at the sight.

Y/n had not haunted his thoughts, had not been an obsession, since his arrival in Hell. While he had recalled her with warmth and a slight smile, even looked for her in Hell on occasion, she had mostly stayed out of his mind after his death. Alastor had had bigger things to deal with, more important occupations of his time. He had had plans. He still had plans but, everything had seemed to change the second Y/n had appeared and nearly flat out told him she didn't care about him.

Alastor was nothing if not prideful. His image, his sense of self, his power, it all played in to the idea of himself in his head. He had figured that through the years of their arrangement, the strange woman had come to harbor some sort of affection for him as he did her. He had figured she at least cared for him as a friend, that her irritation had been friendly, playful even. Clearly, he had been incorrect.

The door suddenly swung open revealing Y/n. She wore an cross expression, a lab coat, and safety goggles. Peering over her shoulder into the room, Alastor noted the way her hair was still continuing whatever she'd been working on before opening the door. He had never seen a demon with a form like hers before. It was perfectly suited, equally unusual as the soul it housed.

"I could feel you standing out here."

Alastor raised his eyebrows, bravado taking over.

"Really, my dear?" he asked, leaning on his microphone before him as if it were a cane.

"Yeah." Y/n flatly replied, lifting the goggles from their eyes and pushing them onto their forehead, "What do you want?"

"I..."

What did he want? Alastor was a man who always knew his goals, his aims. He was always working towards something, no deed without its purpose. It was only now he realized that he didn't really know what he wanted from Y/n, why he had really agreed to fulfill Charlie's request with nothing given in return. Alastor cleared his throat, banishing the complicated thought to another time.

"Charlie requested I come speak to you about your lack of participation in the hotel's group activities."

Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"And you care what I do with my time because...?"

She tilted her head slightly to the side, her hands still on either side of the doorframe, blocking him from entering the room. Alastor sighed.

"You're not going to make this an easy conversation, are you."

It was a statement, not a question, and a slight smile cracked across Y/n's tired face.

"You know me so well." she joked lightly.

Alastor was ready, preparing himself to have to force his way into the room to have this chat. He saw the way her hand on the door twitched, and prepared himself to have it slammed in his face. Much to his surprise, Y/n let go of her hold on the door and stepped to the side.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come in?" she asked after a moment, her head cocked to the side in a genuine curiosity.

Alastor nearly laughed. Always so inquisitive with regards to the world around her, always trying to fill the gaps in her understanding, usually at a loss when it came to what was considered normal interaction. He stepped into the room. Y/n's hair stopped what it was doing with the test tubes in the back and closed the door for her as she turned to face him. After a look of appraisal, she seemed to decide the atmosphere for the conversation and sat down on the bed, patting the empty space beside her at Alastor's continued hesitation. He sat down and she crossed her legs, watching him intently.

"You need to stop avoiding people, and the activities. You are here to be redeemed, aren't you?"

"Oh! I see what the issue is." Y/n smiled brightly, "No, I'm not."

Alastor's brow furrowed. He had thought it odd that Y/n of all people would seek redemption but, had figured the time had simply changed her in ways he had yet to grasp.

"Then why are you here?"

The little beast called hope clawed at the inside of his stomach, gnawed on his ribs. The want was unfamiliar.

"Because I need an angel."

Alastor froze.

"You need..." he watched her in confusion, "you need an angel?"

"Yep." Y/n nodded in earnest.

She smiled up at him, evidently satisfied with herself and her response. She had always been like this. Alastor sighed.

"Why?"

"Because I need to test my virus on one, duh."

"Y/n, what are you planning."

"Same thing as always. Actually, I could use your help. Maybe this isn't all so bad, can you get me an angel? Just at the next extermination or something. I already know it works on demons, I just don't want to actually let my little baby loose without knowing it will work on the angels as well."

"Jesus, Y/n." Alastor laughed lightly, unable to not.

He shook his head in disbelief and Y/n's smile slipped from her face. She was always scheming, always wanting, always doing what it took to ensure she got what she wanted. They were so alike in that way: complete and utter disregard for the world unless it served them.

"What? Did I do something wrong? Did this hotel already work? Have the exterminations stopped?"

"No, I... you really haven't changed."

"Well, I'm taking out the afterlife now instead of the living world, but sure." Y/n crossed her arms, evidently irritated by his remark, "I'm just the same. So are you, by the way. I've heard about what you've been up to since you died."

Alastor was silent in thought for a moment before he spoke again. He looked at Y/n with a determined gaze.

"Are you asking to reinstate our deal?"

Y/n was wrong, Alastor had changed, she just didn't know it yet. The hotel had changed him, whether or not he wanted to admit it. He realized the answer to Y/n's initial question, what it was that he wanted, in that moment and there were only three things. The first was the same as it had been for the last seven years, to get rid of this damned contract he was under. The second? The second he had realized earlier, in his room when he'd been getting ready to come to Y/n, he just hadn't liked it and so, he had ignored it. Alastor wanted to be back in her good books. More importantly, for some undefinable reason, Alastor wanted her back at his side. The world, he had realized, had felt empty without her, no matter how irritating and distracting she could be. Though his motivations were muddy, figuring out the reason for the want was never the priority. The end goal was to fulfill by any means necessary. It always had been, for both of them. The third was that Alastor secretly wanted Charlie's crazy plan to work out. He wanted to protect these sinners, to protect this place they had all worked so hard to build.

There was a point of intersection to be found in two of these three things, if Y/n answered his question correctly. Taking out sinners, taking an angel, could let all hell loose on the hotel. Convincing Y/n to make a deal with him, to give Alastor her soul, well, that would be killing two birds with one stone. He would have his imperfect little companion in afterlife and he could stop her from doing any more damage to the hotel and its reputation than necessary to ensure the first thing took place.

"I suppose."

That was exactly what he had been hoping to hear. The first deal had been under her terms. Alastor had been hoodwinked into it, unable to turn it down due to the information on him she had uncovered. Now, the tables had turned. Alastor held his hand out towards her, grinning malevolently.

"How about this, let's make a new one."

"I don't see why not." Y/n shrugged after having thought it over, her hand meeting his, "Things are different, we're both dead. The old one wouldn't really work anymore."

"No, it wouldn't, would it?"

"Yeah so, you get me an angel to test this on. I start participating more in the hotel. Deal?"

"How about this." Alastor's grin widened, his antlers growing as well as his shadows ate away at the room's walls.

Y/n didn't flinch. Nothing in her expression changed save a slight twinge of intrigue as she watched him become more monstrous by the second, more all consuming.

"I help you get an angel. You stick by my side, like the old days. That would include participation in the hotel and all of Charlie's plans as it is where I work for now. A metaphorical taking of a soul rather than a heart, shall we say."

He was counting on her lack of interest in the world outside of science right now, counting on her lack of understanding of how things worked in Hell when an overlord offered a deal like this. He had chosen the words carefully, getting everything right while keeping the truth hidden.

"I'll still have time to work on my project?" she asked skeptically.

"When there is time."

Y/n smiled.

"Deal."

Green smoke wound its way out from the point their palms met. Y/n watched it, eyes wide with intrigue as it curled around them, temporarily filling the room.

"Is that what happens when deals get made in Hell?" Y/n asked as she let go of Alastor's hand.

"Only certain ones."

"Cool."

She got to her feet, snapping her goggles back over her eyes. Turning to the table, she began to fiddle with her test tubes once again. Alastor retook his normal form, watching her with a satisfied smirk. He summoned the chain, feeling the cool shadow of the mellow across his fingers. Y/n seemed not to notice as the collar formed around her neck. Alastor didn't like that, didn't like being ignored. He gave it a tug and she stumbled back a few steps, her hands flying to her throat and her hair catching the glass beaker she had nearly dropped.

Y/n noticed the chain now. It was impossible not to. As her hair set the beaker down, she turned to Alastor, eyes fixed on the glowing metal. Her gaze traced it from where she held it to his hands. Y/n looked up at him.

"What's this?" she asked, eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion, "When did this get here? How..."

She trailed off and Alastor's smile grew wider still. He advanced towards her, wrapping the excess chain around the handle of his microphone. It clinked menacingly against itself, spawning a sudden deep seated dread in Y/n.

She held her place, her shoulders thrown back and feet planted firmly. Alastor couldn't tell if it was all a show or if she really was not at all scared of him in that moment. He didn't really care, it didn't matter. She stared intently up at him in defiance as Alastor came to a stop about a half a foot away.

"Well?"

"Oh my sweet, you really have no idea what you've gotten yourself in to, do you?"

It was better than he could have hoped, could have dreamed. She was entirely under his control.

"Welcome to the rest of your afterlife."

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Next Part → Till Death do us Part pt. 3

A/N I wasn't super sure how to end this off, I hope you liked it!!

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[slight-gaming-addict]

jealousy, jealousy II

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jealousy headcanons on how jealous the characters are

characters: riddle rosehearts, kalim al-asim, idia shroud

a/n: i've recently posted jealousy headcanons with some of the housewardens and figured i might as well do the rest of them. lmk if you would like to see me write about some other characters<3

𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

8/10

tries not to completely lose his mind when he sees someone getting too close to you for his liking.

tries but fails to calmly walk up to you to find out what's going on.

by the second sentence out of the person's mouth he's about to blow up on them for getting that close to you.

you can see him about to lose his patience with the stranger, and quickly try to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand.

you attempt to explain that the person was only asking for directions, and even if they did get a little too close for comfort, all you did was show them the way to go.

even if riddle believes and trusts that that was all that happened, he doesn't quit dangerously eyeing the other person down.

if you manage to safely drag him away from the other person to where they aren't seen anymore, he will keep you closer than usual as if they're going to randomly show up again. if they do you definitely would not be able to stop him from doing anything.

however, if the stranger doesn't take to kindly to how riddle is behaving towards them, you best believe all hell will break loose and you wouldn't even want to attempt to interfere with the situation.

he ultimately just wants to keep you safe from any creeps, and will not hold his tongue or temper if he finds you in a situation that you look uncomfortable in, or he finds unnecessary.

𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍-𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒎

1/10

probably doesn't even know what jealousy is to be completely honest.

if someone explains it to him he'd probably be confused like why would someone get mad at their partner seemingly making friends with other people?

and the other part of him is wondering why they wouldn't have full trust in their partner like he does. he doesn't think you would be deceiving towards him, so why should he be bothered with you spending your time to get to know someone?

if he sees someone getting really close to you he's going to mistake it as them being a good friend of yours and then proceeding to ask them if they want to have lunch with you guys.

you have to slowly explain that you don't really know the person and would rather just have you two and jamil at lunch.

will ask you if there's something wrong if you seem particularly bothered by the situation.

if you don't want to talk about it in the moment, he'll just change the topic and go on about the day that he had.

if you do end up telling him how the person was in your space and bothering you, he'll try his best to understand the situation and will steer you away from the person if you guys ever run into them again.

all in all he's not really worried about you leaving him for another person, or that someone might persuade you to be with them instead. he has his full trust in you and knows that you would never do something like that.

𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅

3/10

doesn't even leave his room enough to know if you're even talking to someone else.

he's in the mindset of not caring what goes on outside his room doors most of the time.

there are times where he does convince you to stay with him in his room all day so he is able to spend time with you without having to leave the room.

however, if ortho comes to him telling him about you spending a lot of your time with a person he's never heard you talk about before, he's going to be suspicious.

will beg ortho to get more information on this person for him.

when that doesn't work he will very reluctantly make his way out of his room in order to track down you and this mystery person.

he thinks about just sending his tablet out in his stead, but doesn't feel it would be the most effective thing in the moment.

watches you and the person from a distance at first before eventually making his way over to you.

he can see the shock on your face when you see him out of his room, but it quickly turns into a smile and you introduce him to the new friend that you made.

they don't seem the least bit threatening and he practically groans from his idiocy of having to see for himself. this is what he came out of his room for?

safe to say you don't see idia out and about anymore after the interaction.

buy me a coffee ♡

[sunkissed-zegras]

🍁 for luke?!

congrats again on 100!! 🫶🏻

AAAAAA TYSM LOVE !!!!!! enjoy this blurb lmao, i love lukey pookie <3

he's so 1989. idk why but he just gives off that vibe. OKAY. HE'S VERY 'how you get the girl' (he for sure got the girl in this one lmao)

luke doesn't know how the hell he ended up at your house.

it was a 11:30 on a random tuesday, he knows you're asleep but he can't, even though he knows he has early morning practice tomorrow and a whole day of classes. his mind is racing, but so is this heart.

it was raining and he's still in his pajamas, too. his new jersey devils pj's really fit the whole mood. he rolled his eyes at himself ─ why didn't he change?

it had been six months since you two had broken up. well, not exactly. tomorrow morning, or in 20 minutes time, it would be exactly 6 months since you two had broke up. he knew this because he had been anxiously counting the days until your break-up was official.

ever since luke was little, jack would always tell him that break-up's weren't official until the 6 month mark which basically gave them a 'grace period' to get back together. and even now, as a whole adult, he applies it to everything.

he doesn't even know why he was here. he knew you had moved on ─ he saw all those guys you were with at the bar the other night, you weren't hurting anymore. still, that stupid rule made everything so much worse. knowing that after this period, you wouldn't even be thinking about him anymore made him sick.

he decided, an hour ago, that he was gonna get you back that night. he finally let out a big exhale and closed his eyes, getting out of the car and into the rain, walking up to your driveway and to your front door.

he quickly rang the doorbell twice ─ it was your guys' inside joke, knocking twice or ringing the doorbell twice was some kind of code for one another.

he heard some faint footsteps and he straightened his posture, letting out a loud exhale before you opened the door.

your eyes widened at the sight. your ex, luke hughes, standing outside your door in the rain, a few minutes before midnight. he could see the grogginess on your face and suddenly felt a tinge of guilt.

his curly hair was soaking wet and so were his pj's and you almost cringed at the sight. then you saw his face, his cute, stupid face. your heart fluttered at the sight, like it always did when you saw him, even when he was being a fucking asshole.

"luke, what are you doing here?" you shouted over the rain, that was starting to become more than just a midnight shower.

"i-i..." he didn't even know what to say. he let out a loud exhale before speaking again. "i miss you, y/n. i really, really miss you. i can't sleep, i keep repeating that fight over and over again and every time, i wish i had said something different. anything else would've been better."

your heart broke again at those words as you were transported back to that night. you shook your head, you didn't wanna relive that after you'd tried so hard to get over it all these months. "oh, you can't sleep?" you said, sarcastically. "i have repeated that night over and over again too, trying to figure out where it all went wrong. for a while, i even blamed myself─"

"it's not your fault, it was mine!"

"yeah, i know that now." you spoke bitterly at the boy, who was now shaking from the now, heavy rainfall. "i wish you had said something different, too, luke. but now we both have to live with the conseque─"

"fuck, y/n!" he grunted in frustration. "i'm so mad at myself for letting that happen, i'm so sorry for doing that to you."

you let those few words sink in. luke hughes was not one to ever apologize, you knew that. that was one of the reasons why you two had ended things and hearing those words come out of his mouth felt somewhat therapeutic. "luke─"

"y/n, please just let me talk!" he shouted over the rain. "if i could go back in time i would. if i could just... erase all of it, i would. but i can't. and i know i'm selfish for even asking this but i want you back. no one compares to you and no one ever will, y/n. i've tried, i really have. but i lost you once and i'll be damned if i lost you again if you just gave me another chance.”

that whole monologue sounded like it was right outta a movie. you didn't know how to feel ─ or how to react. you felt so many emotions wash over you and you took another good look at luke.

his curly hair, his soft skin, his entire face just took you back to when you two were together ─ the good times, too. summer at the lake house with his family, late night car rides for drinks, sunday night dates because he insisted that saturdays were for the boys, and especially, his soft touch.

luke's heart was beating out of his chest and he knew he was going to catch a cold because of how long he'd been standing outside, but all of that wouldn't matter if you just took him back. he watched your expression change and he swears he felt like a million tons had just been lifted off his chest as you opened up the door for him to come in.

"alright, luke. fine, one more chance. one, and if you fuck up, it's over and it will be over for the rest of our lives, got it?"

that sweet smile graced his lips for the first time tonight as he walked into your home, exhaling deeply. "got it."

you both stared into each other's eyes, your heart beating fast as a smile plastered on your face as well. then, luke smashed his lips against yours and pushed you against the door. "won't make you regret it, princess."

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Power Change

Pairing: Dark Paul Atreides x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You get scolded by the Reverend Mother, but your husband doesn’t like it.

WARNINGS: Implied forced pregnancy; Reader is a member of the Bene Gesserit.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“How dare you speak to my wife like that?” Paul elevates his voice, his eyes sending daggers towards the Reverend Mother, who abstractly stares back at Paul. 

You nervously touch Paul’s arm, trying to calm him down. 

“Paul, please, don’t-” you beg, tugging his arm. He turns around, his hand coming to rest on top of your own as a signal for you to stay quiet. 

You fix the gown over your head, keeping your eyes on the floor as Paul keeps arguing.

“You have no authority to reprimand her. She’s my wife now, she’s the Empress and she bows to no one except me.” he growls.

“She’s a member of the Bene Gesserit before she is your wife.  We do not need your permission to speak to her.” the Reverend Mother narrows her eyes at Paul. He scoffs, a mad chuckle escaping his lips. 

“You were told to wait for our command before bearing a child. You’ve disobeyed our rules.” she continues, giving you a sharp look that cuts right through you.

You shiver, cowering your figure behind Paul. Your hand absently goes to your growing belly. It’s still small, but evident.

It’s not like you intend to overrule the Order’s command yet Paul forced you to. You did try to persuade him but he’s too powerful, too determined on getting an heir as soon as possible. You begged him to reconsider, not wanting to disrespect the instructions you were given but Paul didn’t care for that. 

He’s the emperor. His wishes always come true, no matter their cost. 

He knew exactly how to control you, making you lose control over all of the abilities you’ve learned with the Bene Gesserit. You’ve never felt so weak and powerless in your life. 

“However, what is done cannot be changed. But be aware that you cannot extend the Atreides bloodline further without our approval.” the older woman declares, looking at you as if Paul doesn’t exist. 

You immediately feel his body tensing up, his fist clenching and for a moment you fear for the Reverend Mother’s life. Paul never liked the Order and you know he’s at the verge of cutting them off.

The only reason why he hasn’t done that is because the Order married you to him, something that suited him just fine. 

“If you think that you can control our marriage, then you’re wrong. I’ll get my heir and many more after that. We do not bow before you and if you value your life, then you’ll stay out of our way.” Paul darkly declares, a shadow falling in his face. 

He straightens up, his height towering over the Reverend Mother as he slowly walks towards her. He stands face to face with her and you’re surprised that she’s able to conserve her usual stoic expression. 

“I’ll let this one slide in dedication to my wife, I’m aware of how much the Order means to her. But next time, I won’t be so lenient. This is a warning, consider it carefully.” his words freeze the whole room, a feeling of discomfort settles in your body when you consider his threat.

Reverend Mother’s face remains stoic but you can feel how the change of dynamic has affected her. A subtle fear emanates from her. 

She starts heading towards the door without sparing you as much as a glance, keeping her figure steady.

Your eyes trail her as you worry about this tragic encounter and its outcome.

“Reverend Moth-” you start following her, but Paul instantly grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving. 

“Leave it. This discussion was long overdue, anyways. Let’s focus on our bright future instead, my love.” he says, pulling your body towards him, changing his expression to a happier one yet his eyes are still irked. 

“Paul, this isn’t right! She’s the Reverend Mother and it’s not-”

“Enough!” he snaps, raising his voice as annoyance peeks through his calm facade. “I won’t change my mind, so don’t bother trying.”

You weakly nod, your whole body trembling with fear and you try to avoid meeting his eyes. Paul notices it immediately, releasing a sigh. His hand grabs your own and he brings it to his face, gently pressing a kiss into it. A remorseful look taking over him. 

“Forgive me, my love. I didn’t wish to yell at you. But things are going to change and you have to understand that your priority needs to be us, our family.” he directs his look towards your belly. His hand caresses your small bump and the urge to slap his hand is strong.

“The only thing that matters is us and our future children.”  

[dyns33]

Split

A little silly Morpheus x female reader 

No one knew how or why this happened at the time. Those who knew said nothing, and did not come to help.

But one day the Dreaming split in two. It happened so fast that the inhabitants didn't immediately understand what had just happened, only noticing that one side of the kingdom had blue skies, while the other was stormy.

The castle also had changed. One side white, one side black.

"The boss is making changes ? He's pissed off ?" Matthew asked Lucienne, whose library had also been cut in half.

"I don't know. Yesterday it was still raining, but I didn't notice any change in our lord's mood."

"Still sad because of Y/N ? He's the one who left her, right ? I don't understand why he's sad, and now this."

"You'll have to ask him. If we can find him."

Outside it was no longer raining, and the balcony where Morpheus had stayed for days was empty.

The throne room was out of place. Neither did his private room.

It was as if he was no longer there. Or not totally. Not fully.

"Hello, dear Lucienne. Loyal Matthew. It's good to see you."

The voice was calmer, softer, but it was Morpheus' voice. Except he wore white clothes, his hair was white too, he was totally white. Only his starry eyes remained, staring at them as he smiled.

Smiled ! 

"... My Lord, are you all right? The palace...have you made any changes?"

"There have indeed been some changes, Lucienne. Sorry to have worried you. We didn't think before we acted. From now on, I, Lord Dream, would rule over this part of the castle, while Lord Nightmare will be in charge of the other half. You will have to see with him what he wants to do, that's not my problem."

"Lord... Nightmare ?"

"Yes. Excuse me, I have to go check on the dreamers."

Dreamers obviously meant those who had sweet dreams. Those visited by bad dreams were the domain of the other half, Lord Nightmare, who remained untraceable, hidden in the shadows of the palace.

Among the "good" dreamers, Matthew noticed that there was Y/N.

A lot.

Whenever he had time, Dream watched her with a smile, making sure she was fine and that her nights weren't restless. Since the big change, she hadn't had a single nightmare.

Maybe the raven wasn't wrong when he said it had to do with her and their breakup.

He needed to know more.

First, he asked the new boss. Because even though he had changed, he knew the old boss didn't like things being done behind his back.

Dream didn't seem upset by his request. He no longer seemed able to feel any negative emotion, still smiling and thanking Matthew for his concern.

"I miss my sweet Y/N, I admit it. I was stupid to let her go, when she had done nothing wrong. I would like to see her again, but I don't know if she would be happy. She has every good reason in the world to be mad at us."

Matthew had noted that the white boss sometimes talked about him saying "I", then saying "we". He often said "we" to refer to actions he was not proud of, in reference to when he was a single entity ruling over dreams and nightmares.

The little raven tried to talk to the master of bad dreams, but he did not come out of his hiding place.

So he went to ask Lucienne if it was a good idea to talk to Y/N. She wasn't sure, so Matthew decided on his own that it was a good idea.

Calm, patient, kind, Y/N let him into her home, offering him a small bowl of water and agreeing to listen to what he had to say.

She would have had every right not to open the door to him, yelling at him to leave her alone, after the horrible breakup with Morpheus.

"Why did you break up, if I may ask ?"

"You'll have to ask him. Everything was fine and one day he told me he didn't think we were meant to be together."

"Ouch. Not cool, boss. Not cool, and weird, because he's been very sad for weeks, and now this. You... Could you talk to him ? Talk to them?  I don't know about Nightmare, but Dream seems to want it."

"I'll think about it."

Since she was calm, patient, and very kind, Y/N didn't think long and the same evening, she found herself in the Dreaming, following Matthew in the strange new corridors of the palace.

As the raven had said, Dream seemed happy to see her. He smiled, even more than he had since he appeared, the stars in his eyes dancing and twinkling as he walked towards her.

"Y/N... My love... I cannot express the joy that embraces me to welcome you here again. Aren't you angry with me ? With us ? I will kneel before you and kiss your feet until you forgive me if you have to."

"That won't be necessary."

"Noble heart. You are so kind to me, I..."

"What is she doing here ?!"

The walls shook and Matthew really tried not to be afraid as he saw the creature coming out of the shadows, its eyes blank, its face cruel, its long hooked fingers hanging down its scrawny body, covered in dark clothes.

A real Nightmare, without a doubt, which stared at Y/N with a look full of hatred.

"She's not welcome here ! Not after what she did ! She hates us."

"No, you are the only culprit, and the only one concerned." Dream replies by standing in front of Y/N. "So go back to your lair, and leave us in peace."

Nightmare stopped short, grimacing as it showed its sharp teeth, but there was a sadness in the back of its eyes, pain. He groaned but said nothing, stepping back into the darkness that seemed to move.

This dissuaded Matthew from following him, too frightened, and the little raven stood in front of Y/N when she moved in the direction of the dark corridor.

"Nope, nope. Bad idea, kid. Better leave him alone, he'll probably calm down."

"Matthew is right, dear heart." Dream said taking her hand. "Nightmare doesn't deserve your attention anyway, nor does he want it. We could walk in the gardens, or visit the two brothers."

Maybe it was because the sun was rising in the waking world, or because she was confused because he had just happened, or because she didn't feel like spending time with him, but Y/N didn't have time to answer, disappearing from the Dreaming and opening her eyes in her bed.

Almost immediately, Matthew visited her, to see if she was okay.

"I mean, I was worried, Nightmare is really scary and he seems to be really mad at you. Dream is worried too, he was glad I came to see you. He promised you wouldn't have any bad dreams, they have some sort of arrangement, I didn't understand everything. Anyway, are you alright ?"

"Yes. Nightmare has returned ?"

"No sign of him, but I'm scared as soon as I see a dark spot. He might be hiding in there."

"Why is he mad at me ?"

"No idea, Dream says it's his fault and we should just ignore him. Oh, he wanted to know if you wanted to feed the pigeons with him."

"... Not today."

Neither that day nor the following days obviously, Y/N avoiding Dream like the plague and asking lots of questions about Nightmare.

This ended up hurting the master of sweet dreams who continued to smile anyway, but displaying a sad smile and remaining alone under a fine rain, just like Morpheus before the change.

This greatly annoyed the Master of Nightmares, who again came out of hiding to yell at Lucienne and Matthew, ordering them to banish Y/N and not let her near Dream again.

"That idiot is fragile and innocent. He thinks she loves him, and hates me, but he's wrong. She doesn't love us. She proved it, again."

"Boss... Well, second boss... Well... It's nonsense! "

"Obey, Matthew ! Don't let her come back here !"

Matthew obeyed, and he didn't bring Y/N back, but he went back to see her to tell her what had happened.

Dream's words and Nightmare's words intrigued her even more, as she couldn't understand why one was so furious saying she didn't love him, and the other replied that he deserved it.

Because Y/N had loved Morpheus deeply, she still had a lot of affection for him despite their breakup, and she worried about this split in two.

That was why she wasn't interested in Dream, who wasn't totally him, and she wanted to understand what was happening to Nightmare.

To find a way to bring Morpheus back.

"Oh ? Maybe we should tell him. The boss wasn't good with people, so the two bosses ? They must be even worse !"

"I don't think Nightmare will want to listen to me. And Dream... I didn't mean to hurt him, really. It's just weird, I can't explain."

"Nah, I understand. I'm going to ask him if he accepts an audience."

Dream gladly accepted, although he seemed disappointed that she wasn't coming just for him and only him. He listened to what she had to say, sighing sadly when she was done.

"It's not your fault, my love. We should have warned you, asked your permission. We understood your fear and your disgust. We tried to accept it, but it was too hard. To know that you couldn't love us entirely. But we couldn't live without you either, so we came up with this idea. Nightmare won't terrorize you anymore, I promise, and I'll love you in a conventional mortal way."

"... What ?" was Y/N's only response.

“Don't you remember ? That night, that tragic night. We wanted to love you, totally. Like an Endless can love. You found yourself in us, and we in you. only one. But you were scared. You panicked, you begged, you woke up... You were crying in your bed. Oh, my love, I'm so sorry."

"That dream... I was floating naked in a dark void. There was a voice, and I felt... I felt so many things. Was it you ? I mean, Morpheus?  I thought it was a kind of nightmare."

"In a sense, yes, since our primary essence is partly made up of nightmares. We should have known you wouldn't like that."

"I didn't say I didn't like that."

"You were scared." Dream noted, smiling slightly. "You cried."

"I told you, I felt a lot. Too much. It was intense. Scary, yes, but also exciting. I felt full, and empty, and good, and lost. And when I I woke up, there was nothing left, and I didn't know if it was worse or not. I suddenly had a feeling of lack. I couldn't wait to see you. You left me the next day. "

"… My love ? You… don't hate us ?"

"Of course not, I love Morpheus. I didn't know it was him, otherwise I would have been less scared. I know he spoke to me, but everything is a blur. There was so much . Matthew is right, he's really not good, I wish he'd talked to me."

"And you're not happy with the changes ? I need to find Nightmare."

It was not so easy to find Nightmare. You couldn't find a nightmare, it was the nightmares that found you, and obviously their master didn't want to be located.

Lucienne asked all the dreams present in the castle to help them, while Matthew flew over the surrounding gardens and plains.

Y/N was the only one to go further, to the caves.

There, deep in a dark cave where whispers and moans echoed, she found Nightmare, lurking in a corner, her back to him.

"... What do you want ?"

"Morpheus thought I didn't fully accept him. That I didn't accept you, and that's why we're in this situation. But that's not true."

"... How could that be wrong ? No one loves me. I am a monster. All creatures fear me and only wish to have sweet dreams. Dream is the lord of all, stories, cats,  hope. He doesn't need me, and you'll be happy with him. I belong here."

"Even though Dream is very nice, he's...too nice. I love Morpheus, and Morpheus is partly nightmarish, torturous and difficult. I love his smiles, his poems and his starry eyes, but I also love his fury, his impatience and his emptiness. That night... It was him, totally him, and I didn't see that. But I loved that moment. I loved you. Now, I miss him. Will you let me have him again, dear Nightmare, or do you hate me too much ?"

The Nightmare slowly turned towards her, growing until it engulfed the entire cave, leaning towards her with an indescribable expression.

"I don't hate you. I never hated you. I would torment you until the end of time if I could, and if you wanted to. But since you don't just want Dream, you don't just want of me."

"No, I want Morpheus, my beautiful, my tender, my dangerous and stupid Morpheus."

"Very well then."

The earth shook slightly, the clouds swirled in the sky and the inhabitants of Dreaming were very afraid when they saw their kingdom split in two, reforming to form one, as before.

Y/N returned to the castle, where she found Lucienne and Matthew, unsure whether to enter the throne room.

Indeed, Lord Morpheus was there, reading a book, as if everything was perfectly normal.

So Y/N came in, approached him and greeted him, kissing him on the cheek, like she did before, before they broke up, before all of this.

"Hello Morpheus."

"Good morning, my love." he replied, continuing to read.

"I had a weird dream where you were split in two."

"I had a weird dream where you said I was stupid."

"Oh, I didn't say that !" laughed Y/N while shaking head. "I have said many things, and so have your parts. Your parts I love, as I love the whole, in whatever form. And the next time you visit me in your most pure on, please tell me, so I could prepare myself. I am only a mortal, my little heart is fragile and I have a hard time with emotions. Kind of like you, but differently."

"... I see. I'll let you know, love."

"Thank you, my stupid darling."

He said nothing, let her sit beside him on the throne, and observed what he read. Absolutely as if nothing had happened, except for a moment of bewilderment on the part of the king of dreams and nightmares, too little self-confident to believe that we could totally love him, and too proud to talk about it with his dear lover.

Luckily he was wrong and she loved him.

And luckily Matthew rarely obeyed orders.

[stardustprompts]

vicious  -  v.e. schwab  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying  tw :  death , murder , suicide , religious idealization , language , mental health

‘vandalizing school property again?’

everything stars with belief. with faith.’

‘fine, yeah, it’s stupid, right? you caught me.’

‘I don’t think you’re a bad person.’

‘it’s all a matter of perspective.’

‘did you know that when you take away a person’s fear of pain, you take away their fear of death? you make them, in their own eyes, immortal.’

‘someone tried to kill me.’

‘why would someone try to kill you?’

‘you asked me if I ever wanted to believe in something. I do. I want to believe in this.’

‘I want to believe that there’s more. that we could be more.’

‘nothing you ever do, (name), is meant to be theoretical. I see it in you.’

‘I think you’ve had enough.’

‘i’ll go first.’

‘actually, I’m feeling fine. better than. I feel wonderful. I feel like roses and sunshine and glitter.’

‘you need to live through this. you need to.’

‘my hero. now fuck off.’

‘you can’t do this alone. so promise me you won’t.’

‘have you lost your mind?’

‘we can get you help.’

‘this is crazy. you’re crazy.’

‘I want you to know that I will never, ever forgive you for this.’

‘did you love her? or are you just mad I took something back?’

‘I didn’t rat you out, you know. I could have.’

‘I don’t know who you are but you’re not (name). you’re something that’s crawled in his skin. a devil wearing him.’

‘something’s wrong, missing, gone. can’t you feel it? I can.’

‘admit it, you feel different, too. death takes something with it. what did it take from you?’

‘no one is going to hurt you, you know why? because I’ll hurt them first.’

‘would that be so bad? to create something extraordinary?’

‘all these roads lead to ruin.’

‘I died begging for the strength to survive and it was granted. but it’s a trade.’

‘it’s a trade, with god or the devil, and I’ve paid for my gift with the lives of my friends.’

‘i’m dangerous. I shouldn’t exist. but what gives you the right to kill me?’

‘everything about you is chock full of self - loathing. i’m not judging. I know the feeling.’

‘you know, maybe I should let you kill me.’

‘you’re right. even though we come back, something stays dead. lost. we forget something of who we are.’

‘it’s scary and wonderful and monstrous.’

‘you’re the hero … of your own story.’

‘what gives you the right to play judge and jury and executioner?’

‘want me to kiss it? will that make it better?’

‘I know you. I see you.’

‘I don’t want to be forgotten,’

‘tell you what. you remember me, and I’ll remember you, and that way we won’t be forgotten.’

‘that’s shit logic.’

‘you make cheating death sound so simple.’

‘being afraid and being unwilling are two different things.’

‘I don’t think you want to die.’

‘the world resists, when you break its rules.’

‘I see you’re still alive then. good choice.’

‘if u didn’t know better, i’d think you care.’

‘you think I’m wrong somehow. broken.’

‘I think we’re all broken.’

‘you can’t fix the dead, (name). and besides, it’s not your place to try.’

‘it’s not your place to control people’s lives.’

‘who taught you to sing so loud? the (name) I knew could barely chirp.’

‘I need you to be brave. I need you to be strong.’

‘there are worse ways to die. and worse things to do than die.’

‘I promise I’ll make it quick.’

‘there was a monster in there, long before you died.’

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Hey girl!!

I was wondering if you could write a fic where Bakari or Erik is mad at reader for coming home late and he punishes her?

A/N: I choose Bakari. He's not as crazy and he's logical with you. This is a quick little "what would he do"

11:58 PM. A call comes through your phone. He answers it. "She's not back yet. I'll let you know."

Home Late

It's been a hot and muggy night made hotter by the liquor and the dancing. You were already tipsy at the start of the weekend, but eight margaritas later, you're stumbling through the front door and fondling the wall for the light.

Dropping your keys, your purse, your shoes, and your wig all at once to beeline to the kitchen for the Honey Nut Cheerios. You shovel handfuls into your mouth and leave the box on the counter so you can unzip the side of your gold dress. The tag is still on it but tucked in. You leave it hanging as you dance your way to turn off the living room TV.

"HeGh," you jump, knees buckling until your brain recognizes the silhouette on the sofa. "Shit. WARN SOMEBODY. Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"At least now I know you haven't been kidnapped or murdered... Just irresponsible." Bakari sighs.

Listen up, grandpa. You almost roll your eyes. What's wrong with a little fun from time to time.

"Don't be mad, babe. I was just out having some fun."

"Where you been?"

"I told you. I was going out with some friends."

"Which friends?"

Aww, him mad. You turn on the lights so you can view him normally. He looks like a serial killer sitting in the darkness.

"You don't know them. I met them through Laura... You hate Laura, I know." You beat him to it.

"What's my rule for you?"

"Babe. I would've contacted you, but my phone died. I put it on the charger yyeeesterdayy?"

It's in his hand now. Your eyes widen.

"I thought I had it on me and wondered why it'd been quiet!"

You completely forgot it somehow, and you haven't been back home until now. You bite your nail.

"You've been MIA for 2 days."

"I- It didn't feel like 2 days," you shrug, confused and too drunk to really think.

"You didn't notice that night came twice?" His face doesn't change, but you can feel that he's a mad little puppy right now.

"I did!" You sigh, pacing. You scratch at your cornrows. "I just - I was drunk! I wasn't - "

"What were you doing for two days that made you forget?"

"I was out doing random shit, drinking, and I didn't think," you shrug. "We were bar hopping, then Nyasha said she knew this club we could slide through, but it got craaaazy, so I left with Kenya and Molly. We went to Burger King and then ended up at the beach. I lost track of time... You really mad at me?"

You pout. It works sometimes.

As his monogamous partner and submissive of five years, you know the rules. If you go out for an extended period, do your due diligence and communicate. Why does he need to keep reminding you?

"This is the third time."

There shouldn't have been a second time, but being told twice is unacceptable. A punishment is in order, but first, you need to understand exactly why.

"Don't be insekerr babe," you smile.

You bend to his eye level, falling over. Drunk and sloppy. It's not attractive and you're better than this. This behavior in public is embarrassing, but at home, it's... That's a discussion to have when you're sober.

You pick yourself back up, planting your hands on his knees for leverage, still in your good mood from a good time.

"You know I don't be out here with nobody," you double down. "You can ask anyone-"

"It's not insecurity. It's concern. I like to know where you are for safety. If you don't like that, this isn't gonna work. Not responding to my calls for days at a time, that's a problem for me."

You smile in attempt to lighten his mood. Despite your sloppy looks and demeanor, you're still cute, but he’s not amused. Three times is too much. You're getting punished.

"I forgooot," you pout adorably, triggering Daddy mode. "It definitely won't happen again."

"Oh, I know. Now you need to make it up to me."

Your head tilts. "How I'm a do that?"

He gestures for you to come, sit on his lap so he can touch you and look at you up close. Absently, he strokes your back. Your makeup looks good, though you're sweaty and your breath smells like tropical fruit. How many drinks have you had? Your arms wrap his neck as you press your warm cheek against his, tryna get a snuggle in.

"Look at me." He tilts his head back slightly though you have his neck trapped in a hold. "I want you to tell me how much you missed me while you were out clubbing."

You sputter, not in your clear mind. "Well, to be honest, I was having too much fun. But I miss you now!"

Fair enough.

"I'm sorry I didn't respond," you mutter. "I was okay, but you know me! I'm forgetful! At least I didn't drive."

"I know you were having fun, but you still need to communicate with me. I don't do that MIA shit."

You bite your fingernail with a small blossoming smile. You love it when he's firm. It's so attractive. You hold his face in your hands and play with his beard. Patchy or not, it's yours. He's yours. He hugs you tightly, tilting his head back to kiss you fully.

"Mmm. Well, I definitely missed that. I missed these dimples of yours, too." You squeeze his cheeks. "You're so cute!"

"Wait. You missed my dimples?"

Pulling you in, he kisses your neck and bites your shoulder. You grab his chin in your hand and kiss him once more, grinning against his lips.

"Annnnd I really miss the way you're so forgiving."

"Oh really."

He smirks as you nod, your lips still against his.

"I didn't know forgiving could be so sexy. I do forgive you because I love and care about you... That's also why I have to punish you."

You gasp. You forgot all about punishments. You just want to cuddle and love. You rub your face against his cheek once more.

For your own good, he picks you up and carries you into your separate bathroom where he runs you a warm bath. Since you're drunk, he helps you with your dress, noticing the tag on your dress and ripping it off. $218. He's frugal, yes, but it's just a dress. You don't need to return it.

"Lean on me."

He accompanies you and helps you into the water slowly. Then he takes the soapy washcloth in his hands to wash you. It's a good excuse to rub and squeeze under the pretense of getting you clean. You're getting turned on, too, as he soaps your breasts, making them glisten. From your neck and chest to your stomach, he moves in a steady circular motion. He moves to your back. Your eyes are closed.

"It feel good?"

"Mhm," you hum, smiling up for another kiss. You're getting greedy, but that's what he's for, and he does love to kiss.

Next is your legs. He gestures for your foot to rest against his chest as he cleans your legs and feet one at a time. You shift in the tub, biting your lip.

"Let me help you up."

That way, it's easier to get to the intimate parts of you that need extra attention. He cleans you long enough to be thorough and once more because of how much you like it. Then he rinses you, helping you from the tub to dry you off.

As you head to your bed, he drains the tub and meets you with a large bottle of Jergens to massage into your skin from head to toe. You rub on his arms in the meantime. You even get impatient enough to reach up and pull him down flat over top of you. He chuckles, rubbing his nose into your clean neck and sucking gently.

"Let me finish," he whispers, sitting up quickly.

He works efficiently, massaging every inch, but glossing over your mound and its little landing strip. You sigh loudly, and he smirks once more, entertained.

"Patience."

You need kisses. He delivers wet kisses to your full nudity, peppering around your areolas and down your stomach to your mound. You rub on his head and part your thighs as he gives kisses to your outer lips and inner thighs. You smell good, and when he strokes your opening with a finger, it's coated. He puts it in, and you accept it eagerly. He adds a second finger and works up to a third as you squeeze his fingers.

"You so wet and squeezing my fingers. You tryna cum so soon?"

You moan, grinding down on his fingers and pulsating. You're on that edge, used to him letting to cross it multiple times. This time, however, he pulls out, rubbing your juices on your outer lips. You groan in protest.

"Look at me," he instructs, waiting for your eye contact. "For four days, I won't be touching you."

Again, you gasp, unhappy with your punishment. You want your head, but you won't get it.

"No sex, no head, no hugging, no kisses. Starting now, we're no touch. You can't touch me at all or that's one more hour I'm adding for every touch."

"That's not fair, you know my love language is touch."

"I know... Mine is communication."

When you wake up in the morning to head to your job, Bakari isn't there. His schedule is a little more hectic, which is why you typically treasure your time together. You reach out to him at the end of your work day, and he responds despite being busy. You tell him that you miss him.

When you see him again, it's the next day, but he's responded to every message no matter the hour. You'd say it's to prove a point if it weren't his typical behavior. Responsible Daddy Bakari. That's why you go so well together.

You send him nudes through the week. He's responsive to them, but when you're together, he still won't touch you. You tested his resolve by touching him, thinking if you could give him a hand or blow job, he might cave. You should've known better before you tried. He can be truly stubborn.

"Two hours added," he'd said. He meant it too.

The punishment has to fit the crime. You made him worry. He couldn't reach you, and that made him consider the worse, but he can't do the same thing to you to get back. As your partner and dominant, his responsibility to you is to remain available and ready to come to you should you need him. What he can do is take away or delay your pleasure, and it's an effective technique. You don't miss a day of checking in. Every time he calls, you're picking up the first ring.

At the end of 4 days and 2 hours, he finds you in your separate bedroom asleep since it's the middle of the night. He slips into your bed and under your sheets to part your thighs and lick you awake, though you feign sleep. His long tongue alternates between flattened swipes and firm, pointed massages. His palms run over your stomach and thighs. He moves your hands from grabbing the sheets to grabbing his head to show you that the touch ban is lifted.

You cum in his mouth twice before he comes up for air.

"Baby? Now I'm serious. This was the punishment for 3 strikes," he warns. "You know I don't give 4. Next time you "forget" to contact me for days at a time or stop responding without a heads up, that's it, relationship over. That's not a dominance thing. It's out of respect."

"Okaaay," you sigh, annoyed, but he has to warn you that he means business. He's got enough stress, and you know this is something that bothers him.

"Goodnight." He kisses your temple, telling you to sleep as he pulls the covers back around you comfortably. "Tomorrow's a new day."

The End.

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[kangmoon27]

King's doll | Jungkook ff oneshot

Pairing: Yandere king Jungkook x Doll Yn

Summary: When the king is obsessed with his sister's doll and secretly stole it from her to turn in into a human in exchange of his wife.

You blink your eyes repeatedly. You're alive? But how? This is impossible. You shouldn't be alive.

The king walks in and saw his younger sister crying on the ground. He was frustrated seeing her like that. He loves her a lot. A lot means he will do everything and anything just for her.

She saw her older brother who is now the king of their kingdom and run towards him. Hugging him tightly while crying.

He went down on his knees and hugged her back, trying his best to calm her down.

"My doll is gone, please do something King oppa. I want my doll back!!" The princess's protested while crying none stop.

"Don't worry I'll try my best to do everything that I can" The King said while caressing his sister's hair. While his sister is crying over a doll, he's smirking widely cause it's finally happening.

You get up from the bed while rubbing your eyes. You smiled when you saw your feet. You can move them!! You can move!!.

You slowly stand up from the bed while holding the wooden craft on the side of the bed. You laugh. You're overjoyed.

You take a step forward without holding the wooden craft but within a sec you came falling down on the ground. You groan in pain while looking at your feet with tears in your eyes.

The door made the sound of crack that catches your attention. With a teary eyes, you look at the man who just came in. His cold expression gives you chill on your spine.

You saw his dark odds searching the room when his eyes fell on you. He smiled and slowly walk towards you. You're clueless. You don't know what to do. You just stay there in the same position as he came closer.

He extended his hand and caresses your cheek. With just one touch of him you truly felt something build inside your stomach. It's like butterflies are flying on your empty stomach.

"You're as beautiful as I thought you would be my doll" He said and laugh. His laugh somehow scared you. You don't know why but everytime he's trying to do or say anything your feelings started changing. A mix feeling or scared, happy and more.

"I'm Yn, doll Yn, you know me?" You asked him. You're truly clueless, you don't even know who's this man Infront of you right now.

"Yes baby, I know you, you're my doll. You're the king's Doll" He smirk while you look at him in confused.

"No, I'm not your doll. I'm princess ell's doll, I'm her doll she always play with me. Like a tea cup dinner!! I would love to do that now!! I can finally drink the tea from cup!!" You cheerfully said as you tried to get up. You run to the door to open it attempting to find your owner when the man suddenly grabbed you by your arms and sigh.

"No, you're my doll. Look at you, you can talk, you can walk, you can literally do anything that you want and you wanna know why? It's because I turned you into human like us I asked the witch to turned you into a woman in exchange of my wife leaving my child without a mother cause I'm so madly, deeply obsessed with you. I even steal you from my sister and now she's crying none stop. I did all of that just to turn you to this. Now you have to pay, just stay by my side and do whatever I told you and we will be just fine baby." He gave you a peck on your lips and smile.

He loves looking at you so clueless. You don't know the world. You don't know what is wrong or right. You just know that this man help you to become human just like that and you knew you owe him alot.

The king was frustrated. He's burning in anger after he find out you went out of your room. He forbid you to leave that room and you already break one of his rules and now he's burning in madness.

Soon the king finds out that you're with the princess. In hurry, he opened the door slamming it hard while his eyes are running in red. He saw you sitting on a small chair with a tea cup in you hand, he also so his little sister who's sitting Infront of you.

The little girl run towards his brother and hug him tight. "Thank you so much King oppa, you bring doll back. I love you saw much." Her smile is reaching her eyes. She's so happy but that happiness won't last long.

Jungkook pushed his sister hard making her fall on the ground. She look at her brother while tears falling in her eyes. Getting on his knees and grabbed her small cheek hard, almost burying his fingers on her cheek.

"She's not your doll, can't you see she's can walk, she can talk, she can blink. And your doll never do any of those so stop saying she's yours cause she isn't!! She's mine!! All fcking mine!!" He pushed her again making her lay on the ground while crying. She's too young to understand her brother's possessive over a doll that he turned into human.

You watch everything. Unable to identify what's going on. You feel like you wanted to do something but you're forbidden. He made rules for you to follow and you wanted to do everything he says to not disappoint him and give him a reason to abandoned you just like how other's abandoned their toys.

You never wanted to leave your room but as soon as the princess saw you he started pulling you inside her room and even set a tea cup for both of you.

Right now Jungkook doesn't care about anyone else rather than you. He even hurt his sister for you. He made his way towards you, grabbing your wrist hard while looking in his eyes.

You look at him, you're scared, his look is terrifying you. You don't know whether you want to cry or be fearless. He hates it when you have tears in your eyes. You're forbidden to cry.

"Didn't I told you to never leave that room?!" He shouted making you flinch. You're so close to crying but he ruthlessly caresses your cheek and whispered. "Don't you dare break another rules or else there will be a worst punishment for you. Come on put on that beautiful smile"

You gulp and slowly put on a smile. He smiled back before letting go of your hand leaving a red fresh mark of his fingers.

"That's right doll, my beautiful doll should never break the rules or else I'll be fcking the shit out of you." He smirk before pulling you out of the room leaving his sister crying behind.

As soon as he locked the door he came to one of his knight and said. " Hung the princess upside down. She needs to learn her lesson." The king left while holding your hands not wanting to let go.

Every mistake have some consequence and since you broke the rule you have to pay for it.

Your thr'at is burning in pain. Tears building inside your eyes. But you have to hold it, you can't cry or else he would do something worst.

Throwing his head back while m'aning. Your mouth is so warm and he loves it. He couldn't get over the feeling of pleasure you're giving him while you're on your knees s'cking his c'ock.

He's high. This could be the d'ath of him. Not he knew he's not only addicted to your beauty but also to your body tension. He will surly do it everyday without a missed.

Soon you felt a warm think creamy and salty liquor in your mouth. It's like an explosion. He released a heavy sigh before turning his head to you. He smiled as he caresses your cheek while slowly pulling out his man. He closes your mouth before a drip of cum even fell off your mouth.

"Swallow. Swallow it all without wasting anything. Be a good doll you are to your king."

You did as he said.

It's midnight when you're suddenly awaken by the princess. You can see the bruises on her face through the light that is coming from the moon.

"I-I don't wanna do this but k-king oppa is hurting you, I heard you screaming. He's turning into a monster so I'm here to save you doll." The little princess said while trying to pull you but you don't know whether you have to follow her or not. You don't want the king to get mad at you and even be punish.

"No I can't ell. I owe him alot, I'm not your doll anymore. I'm the king's Doll now. Look at me. He made me a human just like you and for that I have to pay for it. But don't worry you will always be my favorite owner." You smiled at her but that doesn't change her mind.

She just keep on pulling you out of the room while avoiding to made any noise so that the king won't wake up from his sleep.

"Come on let's run away from here. He's a monster" The princess said and started running out of the castle while holding your hand. You couldn't do anything but to just follow her.

The king woke up from his sleep after getting the news that his sister run away with Yn. He's burning mad. He doesn't care about his sister anymore all he care about is you.

He almost give up everything he has just to turn you into a human like him and there's no one he will just let anyone take you away from him. You're his doll and no one else can own other than him.

Jungkook entered the old almost haft ruined house and search for someone. As soon as he saw the old lady he made his way towards her and lay down his child that is only a months old.

The witch look at the king Infront of him "I want to to turn my little sister into a doll in exchange of my child." He said making the witch laugh and immediately agreed.

His wife and son are not important to him. Jungkook married his wife because of his father while the son is not his own but from a villager that his wife fell for even before marrying Jungkook so they're just useless to him.

All he needs right now is you and he would do anything just to get you back.

[devilsrecreation]

More thoughts on TLG episodes

The Savannah Summit:

First things first, major kudos to Makuu for actually being responsible and caring about what’s best for his float

You really can’t blame Kion and everyone else to be super skeptical about Makuu. I know he changed for the better, but he’s done…a lot since he beat Pua

“but to invite him to the Savannah Summit? With all these other peaceful animals?”—I hate to break it to you, Kion, but just bc an animal is an herbivore doesn’t mean they’re peaceful and friendly. If anything, it means survivor

Crocs at the Summit worked with Pua cuz everybody loves him 😎

“Makuu has more enemies than friends!”—So does Bunga lmao

The song is great. I love how everyone seems annoyed at first but near the end, it’s all 🎶Kumbaya, my lord! 🎶. Except Makuu…dude looks like he’s lowkey regretting his life choices he did NOT ask for a bs song

I’m totally on Makuu’s side. He was genuinely trying to be civil here, especially when it comes to Bupu

At least Beshte was trying to be the mediator cuz he looks at Makuu AND Bupu, Kion was just being kinda speciesist

Shut up, Bupu, you started the whole thing

Vuruga Vuruga saying “buffalo eat whatever we want” is actually pretty accurate. They, like other animals, don’t care. I read that buffalo will occasionally eat insects if it were an option. Even Twiga could sucking on a bone if she wanted to. Seriously, look it up

If Zazu had a nickel for every time a rhino used him as a chair, he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (great nod to the OG movie)

Rafiki is such a mood “not the official painting” you old ass gremlin/aff

I remember Athena P criticizing Simba for blaming Kion about ruining the Summit after Makuu understandably leaves and I agree. Wtf Simba he’s 10. Go easy on him, come on 😭

The part that irks me the most is that when Mufasa asks “What has Makuu done to make you think this way?”, Kion says “Nothing, really”. BRO WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NOTHING REALLY’?! I understand Mufasa meant what Makuu has done today but there are a LOT of things Makuu’s done in the past that Kion should have told his grandpa. In fact, here’s a whole list:

-Taking over Big Springs when he became leader, resulting in all the animals to scatter

-Challenging kids to fight

-Taking over the flood plains

-Trying to eat Basi which would have been just him being a crocodile if not for the fact that the reason is so he wouldn’t have to follow any rules (says so on the wiki)

-TAKING NALA HOSTAGE (seriously did Simba even KNOW about that? Did Nala or Kion bother to tell him?)

-Generally being a dick to animals

Makuu I know you did nothing wrong in this episode, but you can’t blame Kion for acting this way

I’m not placing any blame on Mtoto. He’s a good boy and all he did was tell the guard what he heard and that’s it

Twiga and Vuruga Vuruga coming up with the trap doesn’t surprise me. Cape buffalo are actually really vengeful irl so it makes sense how she wanted to teach Makuu a lesson. They ain’t called “Black Death” or “Widow Maker” for nothing

It’s cool how Makuu took the prank well. Respect.

Wonder how Makuu felt about animals fighting over him lmao?

Let Sleeping Crocs Lie

Once again this episode would be VERY different if my oc Piga was still alive

Kiburi has a right to be mad. I’m not excusing what he does later in the episode but I’d be pissed too if someone woke me up

Okay but Nduli sleeping next to Kiburi is adorable. Adds to my hc how close they are

Serious question: Why exactly can’t the crocs go back to sleep after they’ve been woken up? The obvious answer is bc it drives the plot forward, but is it true in actual crocodiles? I kinda wanna know the scientific reason

Good on Makuu for going the pacifism route. He’d really do anything for his float

Love how Kiburi was like “Yeah yeah, whatever you say” but the second Makuu left, he was like “ANARCHY!”

Idk if any of you caught this, but when Ushari’s like “we reptiles will rule the pridelands under your leadership, right?” Scar actually hesitated before going “sure bud”. That makes me think he was going to betray Ushari the moment he and his army get rid of Simba and the Lion Guard

Crocs really DO need a lot of water, otherwise their lives are on the line. Makuu was really more concerned than upset

“KIBURI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”—Fighting a child, what’s it look like

Side hc: I like to think something similar happened with Pua, Piga, and Kujivunia. Pua saw Piga antagonizing some poor young animal and he was all “Piga! What in the Pridelands do you think you’re doing?” and Kujivunia (who happened to be there), with her typical sarcasm was like “Performing a dance number, Pua 🙄”

There go the skinks again. Njano with his cuteness and Shupavu…doing her best Grinch face

“At least you’ll be close to all your friends!”Awww Beshte trying to be positive 🥺

Kiburi saying “we crocs deserve better!” brings me back to my hc that Kiburi had good intentions (again, until further in the episode), he just went about it the wrong way. He’s almost like an activist in a way. He’s not trying to be selfish, he just wanted a better watering hole. Now going as far as to rule the Pridelands…..yeah too far

The background crocodiles who were like 😦 when Kiburi called for the mashindano are so me. I’m the one going “Ooooooh shit!”

Still not getting over that super gay conversation between Kiburi and Ushari

STILL CAN’T GET OVER HOW KIBURI AND HIS FLOAT LAUGH AAAAA (Neema’s laugh tho)

Nduli looks so derpy I love him

I LOVE HOW SELF-AWARE TAMKA IS WHAT AN ICON

Lmao Nduli just gave up like “Fuck it you win”

Love the parallels of Makuu pinning down Kiburi like he did to Pua

Kiburi, I love you but what the hell did you expect? You literally confessed to like 500 animals about your plan and then you get surprised when Simba and Makuu banish you? What did you think was gonna happen? You got way too cocky, I swear

Saying this again, Tamka and Nduli looked worried/traumatized when they were exiled

“Now you’re calling me a reptile?”—My love, you ARE a reptile. I thought crocodiles were supposed to be smart omg

Kiburi’s actually showing emotion for the first time

OMG JANJA HEY BABY HOW ARE YOU?

Full disclosure: “I have a plan” is mediocre at best. It has nothing on Be Prepared. That being said, I love Kiburi’s “Aiight I’m in” smile

That’s pretty much it. Maybe I’ll do more in the future

[myrmica]

i'm rewatching the second to last day of wormhole eclipse convo for the one millionth time because i need parts of it transcribed for my blog post and vitalasy straight up asking "Why do we play?" is killing me. you may as well turn towards the camera and stare directly at me. 2k words of this analysis are spent on definitions of play. stop that

(incoherent vitalazam ramble below the cut real stream of consciousness in here. i guess some of this might get rehashed in the thing i'm Supposed to be writing right now but it won't have the same sense of fervor due to the restraints of proper grammar. consider this a bonus...?)

i can't even articulate what i want to say here fucking. fuck my life. the way this conversation is a perfect capstone on eclipse's relationship. zam spends the entire thing acquiescing to whatever vitalasy tells him but not hearing any of it. because he's still mad but he can't express that, and Vitalasy is still mad (Cannot acknowledge zam's anger at him re: exploits without jumping to his own defense. and then he cuts himself off because he knows that's not helping . purely said that on reflex. it reads like a joke.) and vitalasy Still doesn't understand him at all, is still so intensely frustrated by him. and it's just manifesting as vitalasy digging the two of them into this pit while zam does nothing, doesn't fight back even though he reads it as vitalasy trying to kill him to which vitalasy says "i'm not trying to kill you!" even though moments later vitalasy will offer to ban zam, has been urging him to do it this whole time. because not only is killing zam in this moment made trivial and pointless by the exploits but even if it were possible and it could mean something it Wouldn't mean anything because it wouldn't change anything; banning is synonymous with leaving and despite how relentlessly zam toys with the idea he will never. ever. Ever. actually do it.

he's miserable but he can't put himself before the server the way vitalasy thinks would be best for him and for everyone else because as far as zam is concerned his health and the health of the server are one and the same. he's playing out the exploits and sticking with spoke because it's like, it's almost saying "if you won't see it through I will" to a vitalasy who has in his own words discarded first the exploits and then the server itself. BUT AGAIN: HE CAN'T EXPRESS THIS! HE APOLOGIZED TO VITALASY! it would be wrong to go back on that but the apology was as much of a lie as his relationship with vitalasy always was when they were on good terms.

i mean look at this you can literally watch him course correct over and over again as he remembers what vitalasy wants from him. it never ends. i want to squeeze him until he dies. it's exponentially easier to place the blame on himself but doing that has always just freaked vitalasy out he hates when zam does that so bad. it's the easy way out of dealing with a problem to punish yourself for it.

LIKE OKAY ... what does he want? does he want vi and subz to just fight him? would that be easier? that's always been the expected response that's the counter to the move zam has made on the board. i betray you; you attack me; differences are settled in combat. he talks about fighting at one point like winning and losing have ingrained moral qualities. if someone thinks you're wrong, and tries to stop you, and you beat them, it proves that you're right. but he tried to go against the exploits and vitalasy wouldn't fight him, vitalasy stepped out of bounds entirely and said "i'm not playing anymore, i don't like this game!" after fucking the game over for everybody else, and he never forgave that. and now, vitalasy hates what zam is doing but he's not trying to fight it, he's trying to force zam to do what he did, to stop playing by his own rules. to look outside of bounds. to consider a bigger picture. he is notoriously bad at that.

he likes mapicc so much because they speak the same language. you know how mapicc is able to temporarily settle their differences before the pangi duel and subsequent extremely obvious betrayal by handing a "win" to zam and it Works? it works really well? whatever. whatever

[complexcritterscave]

Hey!

I started writing this like back when I first posted the MR Morse code video! Hope you enjoy

I present to you:

A WRITTEN Infection Regretevator au

Erm yeah big reveal idk where I’m going with this enjoy :3

"DAMN IT!"

It hissed, glaring at the beakers that sat before it.

It had been struggling to perfect the perfect poison for decades since that stupid cat was arrested. Yet each time it thought it had something, anything, it blew up in its face.

Sometimes literally…

"What am I doing wrong?! Why must this happen to me?! That flea-bag spent years and prison and come out shooting lasers from her eyes! Yet I can’t perfect basic science! I was head of my league! I controlled everything that happened within my time. I brought life to things who floated in jars! Even if they did turn their backs on me in the end…"

"WHY MUST I FAIL TIME AND TIME AGAIN?!"

It bellowed, its voice awakening its unwilling partner in crime and bringing attention to it from the yellow fool. God did it hate his overly pitched hysterical and nasally voice.

"Maybe it’s just not meant to be. Give up maybe? But then again, you’re about as stubborn as mule, hehehe."

"Silence freak."

"Well he’s got a point MR…"

The shackled being sat up, yawning as he butted in with his own opinion.

"You’ve been workin’ on this project for years. Maybe it’s time to throw in the towel.."

"I fail to see why your thoughts matter?"

"Command heard and followed…"

Despite it not being much of an instruction, MRManeuver knew that the rock downplaying his voice meant to shut up. He learned that the painful way and preferred to not be melted down into a mush like before hand…

"How typical of you! Silencing your lackey when he’s correct. Oh how you never change!"

"Didn’t I tell you to shut up?"

"Hey, my shop my rules. You agreed to follow my terms as long as I allowed you to reside here without fear of Ms. Retro, Jermbo, or Mach attacking you… Again…"

"I don’t fear them."

"It says, its hands trembling as it holds the beaker in its claws."

Enphoso chuckled at the joke, though the rock found it less than amusing, snapping its fingers and watching malicious as the man convulsed and held his throat.

"You test my patience every second you open your mouth. You work for me, understand..?"

It listened for a response from him as his mouth foamed before he choked out a silent ‘yes sir’. With the mover being reminded of his place, it returned the air to his lungs, ignoring his heaving gasps and coughs.

"And I thought I was cruel…"

The yellow grinning face adjusted his clothing, shooting a sympathetic glare towards Maneuver.

"You don’t compare to a God…"

"A fallen God you mean!"

MR let out an infuriated growl, but Enphoso knew he was correct.

Falling from the heavens weakened him significantly. Whatever he did, he could return with equal power.

"You and I both know I’m right…"

"My hatred for you grows daily."

"You hear that? It loves me."

"Shut up."

"Nuh uh…"

"You’re worse than that gradient."

"Okay wow… That’s an insult if I’ve heard one…"

"You’re right, that was too harsh, sorry…"

"It’s okay sweetheart."

MRManeuver listened to them, growing uncomfortable…

"MR?"

"Yes Enphoso?"

"I don't know if I can regret in this elevator alone."

"Me neither."

"It's just so scary without you…"

"I don't wanna lose you…"

"I have to tell you something-"

"Ever since the day I saw you-"

"You were special I can't lose you."

"I'll be so sad-"

"You’ll be so mad-"

"I won't be glad-"

"Here without you-"

"I'll be so sad if you walk away"

"This elevator just won't be the same"

"I'm the only person left to blame-"

"This digital circus just won't be the same"

"Ever since the day I saw you-"

"You were special I can't lose you."

"I'll be so sad-"

"You’ll be so mad-"

"I won't be glad-"

"Here without you-"

"I'll be so sad if you walk away"

"This elevator just won't be the same"

"I'm the only person left to blame-"

"This elevator just won't be the same"

MRManeuver could only watch in horror as they made out. Jaw dropped as confused terror filled his eyes.

"What the fu-"

Lmao

Happy April Fools day

Keep fooling around my silly little critters!

And if you’re upset about it not being serious

Don’t worry

Some of this is taken from the actual fic wink wink nudge nudge

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 23/?

Prev | Next

“No, you can’t make me!”

Danny ran to his room and slammed the door shut. He locked it for good measure.

(He knew it wouldn’t keep out his dad, but it was the principal of the matter.)

The reason he was throwing a tantrum? His dad said he was going to enroll Danny in school.

It started with a presentation from Jazz. Danny had been confused about why his older sister talked about social development and why it was important for children to be among peers their age. Then, his dad, the traitor, announced he was enrolling Danny in preschool.

Preschool! As if Danny was a kid!

You are a kid, his mind supplied.

Shut up, he grumbled back at it.

Danny stayed locked in his room for a good thirty minutes. Then, there was a knock on his door.

“Go away, I don’t like you anymore!”

“Danny, we need to talk about this.”

“No,” he yelled out.

Jason sighed, “Danny, please open the door.”

“No, go away!”

Jason sighed, unsure what to do.

“Let him cool off for a bit. We can revisit this later.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jason said before walking away from the door. “I just want what’s best for him.”

Jason sat down on the sofa and picked up Ellie. The little girl giggled, showing her three teeth.

“You’re not going to act this way when we send you to school, right,” he asked.

Ellie gave a crooked smile. Great.

Jason put Ellie on his chest while Jazz tinkered in the kitchen. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it hurt when Danny said he didn’t like Jason anymore. He knew Danny was venting, but his little boy had never said that to Jason.

(Jason could feel Danny’s feelings of betrayal, and he flinched.)

“He didn’t mean it, Jason. He’s just frustrated,” Jazz said while carrying two cups of tea.

Jason put Ellie down and took the cup. He said nothing.

“He’s a child; children say mean things to parents all the time.”

He wondered how many times he had hurt Bruce with his words. Probably more than he could count. (He wished he could ask his father Bruce for advice.) He had no idea what to do; he was up a creek without a paddle.

Jason drank the tea; it was nowhere near as good as Alfie’s. Jazz raised an eyebrow at Jason. He wondered briefly if she could read minds and didn’t say anything.

“Let him cool down a bit.”

Jason sighed.

He spent the rest of the day playing with Ellie while Jazz took a much needed ‘me time’. Still, even as he floated with Ellie and did summersaults in the air, he couldn’t help but think what he did wrong with Danny. Maybe he should’ve asked the little boy if he wanted to attend school.

(Danny skulked while staying under his bed in case his dad decided to enter.)

No, that would’ve sent a bad precedent, right? After all, Jason was the parent, and he knew that Danny needed to develop his social skills with kids his age.

(Why was he so mad at dad’s suggestion?)

But what if the sixteen-year-old in him hated dealing with little five-year-olds? What if he ended up hating Jason for making him do something he didn’t want? What if he ran away because of Jason and ended up de—no, that wouldn’t happen.

Jason expanded his senses to make sure Danny was still in the house.

Ellie and Jason played peek-a-boo by turning invisible and visible again. Ellie’s giggles vibrated throughout the house.

Maybe he should’ve thought of a better way to introduce school to Danny. After all, Danny was in a new dimension, in a smaller body with a new parent. Maybe he didn’t want to change any more of his routine.

Jason got wet as he and Jazz bathed Ellie. The little girl chuckled every time she hit Jazz and Jason with water.

Danny came out around dinner time. It was time to face the music.

He sat down and crossed his arms. He pouted while looking at his father and sister.

“I don’t like the idea of going to, ugh, preschool. I’m sixteen years old, not five!”

“Whether you want to admit it or not, Danny, you are five now. There are rules that have to be followed. Do you want the government to fine us or take you away because we don’t send you to school,” Jazz asked.  

“Homeschooling,” Danny answered back. “I already know a lot. Preschool will just be boring.”

“What about meeting new people and making friends your age,” Jason asked.

“I don’t need new friends,” Danny said with vitriol that it surprised Jason.

“Chum, are you afraid of making new friends?”

Danny said nothing, but the emotions coming off the little boy answered the question.

“Oh, Danny,” Jazz said while hugging Danny.

“I miss them. I don’t want to replace them.”

It finally hit Jason: Danny was missing his old friends.

“I’ll never see them again,” Danny sobbed, “even if I do, I’m not sixteen. They’ll be older than me. We’ll have nothing in common.”

Jason didn’t know what to do. How do you comfort a little boy who lost everything? His friends, his dimension, his parents…Jason wasn’t prepared for this. He did the only thing he could think of; he hugged Danny alongside Jazz.

That night, Jason tucked Danny into bed. They had come to an agreement. Jason had found a non-traditional school that would help cultivate Danny’s mind and social skills. If Danny didn’t like it by the end of the first semester, Jason would take him out and home-school him.

“I’m sorry I said I hate you, daddy. I don’t.”

“I know, chum, don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing his son’s forehead.

Danny pulled on Jason’s sleeve as he got up.

“Can you stay just until I fall asleep? I don’t want to be alone.”

Jason gave Danny another kiss, “Of course, lad, I’ll always be here.”

Danny fell asleep listening to his dad sing.

This chapter got away from me completely. I originally wanted the angst from Danny telling Jason he wasn't his father, but it didn't come out that way. Tucker and Sam's absence wanted to be addressed, and how Danny felt about his friends no longer being in his life. I hope it came out fine.

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