#i never thought of it before but if your authors all believe in an afterlife then maybe they don't see death as Super Awful

[trans-cuchulainn]

one thing i have been finding with books recently (especially fantasy, and especially YA fantasy, i think) is that so many of them treat life so cheaply. characters die and others immediately move on, skim past it, even if they were responsible or even if they cared about the person. the depth of grief isn't there, and because death is not given the weight it feels like it should have, all of the other emotions also seem... hollowed out, shallow somehow. like, if life is not precious and if these characters are not grievable, why does any of it matter?

and i guess. not every book has to be About Grief™. but books that treat death casually run the risk of making me not care about anything, because the lives of the characters are not valued, are not seen as worth grieving, and so therefore they are not worth my emotional investment, either. it's like they've told me i don't need to care if these people live or die, because none of the other characters will

on the flip side, it means when books DO dig deep into grief and death and the absolute profound awfulness of irreversible endings, i get a lot MORE emotionally affected than i would otherwise because i've got so used to skimming over the surface of characters and never being dragged down into caring, so it catches me out a bit more

[lisaslosingstreak]

Inspired by @homicydlgoth - final episode of S3 Wednesday.

“You NEVER really were my friend, were you Wednesday? Every time I tried to get close to you, you just ran away. You sabotaged my relationships, you hated all of them, you never supported me.”

“Enid I….”

“SHUT IT ADDAMS!!! (tears start) I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. You couldn’t believe in me or even try and meet me in the middle at any point. thought there was a nice girl under all the psychobitch persona but wow I was so wrong. I don’t EVER want to speak to you again. I’m GLAD this is our last day. Goodbye FOREVER you fucking psycho.” (starts to storm out with bags)

“ENID DONT LEAVE PLEASE! (Enid turns round) CAN’T YOU SEE I LOVE YOU? (Starts ugly crying).”

“What?” (Walks back to Wends and grabs her hands which are covering her face as she sobs)

“(sniffs) From the first moment I saw you I was in love with you. I didn’t know it back then but after Crackstone I realised. Every waking moment I think of you, you haunt all my dreams at night. I am so totally gone for you I fear for my sanity. I once said you left an indelible mark on me, but it was more like a hot iron branding my black heart with your name. I have been driven insane by you I don’t know myself any more. I have tried to show you how I feel so many times as I was always too scared to be direct and tell you but each time I messed up and upset you. “

“I used to have dreams of becoming a happy recluse, a famous author or detective but my only dream now is to kiss you, to hold you, to grow old with you, to walk into the afterlife with you. I am such a coward. Look at me - the scary Wednesday Addams, too timid to reveal my true feelings to my best friend, the love of my life. I don’t deserve to call myself an Addams. I will do anything for you, but PLEASE don’t walk out like this.”

Enid, smiling broadly as she wipes Wends tears away “You had me at I love you Willa”

Wednesday looks up into those endless blue eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“For such a clever student you can be as dumb as anything sometimes. Just kiss me already.”

Wednesday desperately pulls Enid to her, holding the back of her neck to pull her down for their first kiss, messy and urgent. Enid kicks the door closed as they break for air before she speaks. Wednesday is kiss drunk, her bangs in disarray and pink lipstick all around her mouth. Her eyes are open wide, she is struggling to catch her breath.

“Well I guess you’re mine now huh?” Enid asks in a husky voice, also trying to catch her breath.

“Cara mia, I already was, and always will be.”

[v3nusxsky]

Hey Mars! How you're doing well!

Would you feel comfortable with doing a mommy/lactation kink with mommy Larissa and sub r? Totally open to whatever situation/story you come up with!

Costume 18+

*Authors note~ sorry this is taking me such a long time to get around to but Larissa for gwens birthday and this prompt wouldn’t leave my brain*

Trigger warnings~ lactation kink mommy kink dom l sub r  lingerie spanking admission of feelings implied smut

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Nevermore’s staff always throws a Halloween costume party away from the students prying eyes. After all they deserve to celebrate the holiday too, Larissa Weems however, would always wear a costume that covered everything up until this year. Over her years as Principal of Nevermore she’s witnessed sexy police officers, firefighters, play boy bunnies, slutty killers, pole dancers and everything else you could imagine for a costume, she’s probably seen it. That’s why she knew this had to be something you’d never seen before, to grab the attention of yourself.

Her outfit took days of planning but once adorning her tall frame she had to admit, she looked good. Opting to be a ghost rider, she was clad in black lace lingerie with a thin layer of opaque covering to hide her bare skin. Her prompts for the night being a black cow boy hat and a riding crop. Her make up done perfectly to add to the look of a ghost rider. This was the most out there thing she had ever done and truly she was thinking about not going, but instead she pulled on her floor length coat and made her way to the party.

Arriving at the party she immediately spotted you, of course dressed as an angel. And to Larissa you were the most beautiful Angel to ever exist, your outfit was fairly skimpy yet still modest which happened to be driving the principal mad. The way your cleavage was popping out of your corset and the little white skirt barely covering your ass set her plan in motion. She had to have you, tonight.

“Larissa” you cooed as you approached the tall woman happily, “what’s that in your hand?” Your innocence shone through as the principal twirled the riding crop in her hands, “Only the best thing to spank sweet Angles with like yourself of course” she purred watching your eyes darken with lust. “Thou mustn’t sin, for im an Angle of God Larissa” you giggled before stealing the woman’s hat and placing it on your head after removing the halo. “You little minx! Darling let me have my hat back or you wont like your punishment, I’ll ride you into the afterlife and keep you as my pet.” The teasing word’s effecting you more than Larissa knew you decided to keep the hat, after all, it’s just a little fun right?

As the night continued you both mingled but some how always found a way back together where you teased one another some more, only when a teasing smack with the crop landed on your ass did you start to catch on, “much too short for an Angel of god isn’t it y/n? Everyone can see what’s mine” Larissa purred gently rubbing the sting of the crop. “I don’t believe I belong to you Ghost rider, in fact there’s no proof.” A dark spark of lust clouded her eyes as the crop landed on your other ass cheek, “then be mine pretty Angel, I’m tried of loving you from afar.”

Her lips cut your whimper off as she slammed yours together, immediately falling into a dance as if it was centuries old, her hands coming to rest on your round globes before giving them a squeeze and pulling away from you to rest your foreheads together. “I-“ you whimpered before slamming your lips to hers once more in a needy kiss, one that stole both your breaths and left you hungry for more. “My angel now” Larissa purred before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and dragging you back to her office.

“Mommy!” You squeaked as your back hit her office door. “Mommy hmm?” The blonde teased once more, “what can mommy do for you little Angel?” Without a second thought you began to tug at the top half of her outfit in an attempt to free her beautiful breasts from their lace confines. “Want my mouth on them!” You whined unhappily as you struggled against the fabric. A chuckle filled the room as Larissa helped you undress her just enough to give you what you desired. From there you happily suckled on her exposed breast, going boneless in the blondes arms as she basked in the sensations you provided her with. “Oh my sweet Angel, you could’ve told mommy you had this kink, you would’ve been getting this very thing a lot sooner” Larissa couldn’t help but tease you, truly you were both fools for not admitting feelings for each other sooner, but now, you have all the time in the world to discover what each of you likes in this aspect of life. Little did you know Larissa had a raging breeding kink that you would tease her for later on.

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[ohtobeleah]

Bruises // Jake Seresin

Epilogue: [Before, During & Never After]

Summary: There one place Jake Seresin knows where to find you after he’s woken by a startling bark.

Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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“I wish I was dead too.” 

At the sound of a dog barking, Jake Seresin shot up out of one of the worst, most terrifying, most frightening nightmares of his entire life. The same dream he had been plagued with on and off throughout his life. 

The one where he lost the love of his life: 

There’s a cup of tea on his bedside table, that favorite mug of his that you owned once upon a time. It serves as a reminder of what Jake did to get here.

“Hotshot!” Jake groaned as he looked over to where the light brown Boxer sat on the edge of his bed down by his feet, growling and barking at the curtains that blew in the mid afternoon breeze that was coming through the open windows. “Hotshot! Jesus Christ, they're curtains!” It wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time that the overly protective Boxer dog had barked at what he believed was something that wished to do Jake harm.  

He was a rescue dog after all. Jake sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face, he knew he was sitting in a pool of his own night sweats, he could feel the mattress underneath him—the sheets were completely soaked. His shirt was saturated, and his cheeks were stained from the tears he’d cried while his subconscious abused him. 

He thought he’d be free in death—turns out he would be forever haunted by the memories of those three painstakingly months. 

“You’re lucky your cute man.” Jake pet the spot beside him and soon enough, Hotshot was by his side, curling up under his arm and smacking his tail against the empty side of the queen bed. “You’re a good boy aren’t you?” Jake asked as he let the dog he’d fallen in love with at the shelter lick his face. He was in fact a very good boy. A fierce protector against all possible enemies, including but not limited to light weight floor to ceiling curtains. 

People are really romantic about the beginnings of things. Fresh starts. Clean slates. New pets. An afterlife of possibilities. But no matter what new adventure you’re embarking on, you’re still you. Dead or alive. 

“Where’s your mama? Huh boy?” You bring you into every new beginning in your life. So how different can it possibly be? “She out with the cows is she?” 

Jake Seresin had left the Navy four months after he returned home from being held as a prisoner of war. He couldn’t do it anymore. He knew he’d never fully recover, which he’d been told wasn’t a bad thing. But it meant that with a weakened heart he couldn’t handle flying Super Hornets anymore. His body wouldn’t be able to handle it, flying that was. But it was his mind that couldn’t handle being grounded forever. Without you to hold him, without you to tell him everything was okay. 

Honourably discharged they call it. It’s the nicest way they can say thankyou for your dedication and service to your country—now fuck off. 

“Let’s go.” Jake urged Hotshot to follow him out of the bedroom, down the hall of the old fame house that was too hot in summer and too cold in winter, and out towards the yards. It was heaven on earth or earth in heaven, some days Jake could hardly tell. 

Jake had peeled his shirt from his torso as he left the house, it was covered in sweat but the jeans he’d fallen asleep in were okay to an extent. They were good enough for another ten minutes. He grabbed a Stetson off the hook and slipped his old work boots on that laid haphazardly at the front door and headed out with Hotshot in toe. 

In search of one person: 

You. 

“I thought I told you to stop hovering!” Jake chuckled as he walked across the gravel driveway and over towards the yards where he could see you sitting on top of one of the old wooden fences. Stetson on and all. “They’re fine.” 

“Gary isn’t feeding properly—“ You replied without turning around. Every word you spoke was so clear—so perfect. Jake smiled as he stepped up to lean his armpits over the top of the fence that boarded the yard where your three calves were being kept in with their adoptive mothers. “Either that or Betty isn’t producing milk anymore.” 

“Should I call the vet?” Jake knew how much you loved the cows you kept on the property. They were your pets just as much as Hotshot was his. 

“Hmm, maybe. I’m gonna give it till the end of the day, I’ll make up a slurry to get him through the night but yeah—maybe.” 

It’s all anybody wants, right? A clean slate. A new beginning. A farmhouse in the middle of nowhere with the love of your life you survived being a prisoner of war with. Like pretending to wipe the slate clean was going to be any easier. Just ask the guy pushing the boulder up the hill and see what he thinks about starting over. Nothings easy about starting over. Or giving up in search of solace. 

Nothing at all. 

“What one was it this time?” You asked softly, looking out towards the horizon. Jake knew what you were asking, you’d come into the bedroom just as he was about to have a nap and kissed him tenderly. He had been exhausted from an early start in town redoing Mrs Keenan's bathroom wall that her son had drunkenly fallen through last Friday night. 

Your husband, ex Naval Lieutenant Jake Seresin, ran a small but successful carpentry business. He was the guy to call when drunk teenagers fall through drywall or when your window needs a new flyscreen. 

“Fuck me.” Jake shook his head to try and shake the nightmare from his memory. He didn’t want to remember. “The one where you have that asthma attack—“ The thing about this one was that that nightmare actually happened. 

“That one’s only new since I told you I’m pregnant.” You replied, hand over your stomach, gently rubbing small but comforting circles over your bump. Six months and counting. Jake looked over to admire your silhouette.

His beautiful wife, ex Naval Lieutenant Y/n Seresin, the farmer, the therapist with the at home office. 

“Yeah—got any opinions on that one Doc?” Jake chuckled as he climbed up to the top of the fence to sit beside you. “Miss Sigmund Freud.” Jake teased as he bumped his shoulder into yours as you smiled and shook your head. 

“I don’t like Sigmund Freuding you.” You reminded Jake as he kissed your shoulder, just trying to bring himself back to the reality he lived in. “But—“ Ah there it was, there was always a but. “Your biggest fear is and has always been losing the people you love, Hangman.” 

That much was true—Jakes deep rooted fear of losing the people he loved the most was exactly how Hangman was born and it was how he inevitably died. 

“Trauma does weird things to people’s brains—it fully rewires the way we perceive and interpret things.” You went on to explain like Jake was sitting in your office, a very loved and very cared for patient. “Your nightmares about losing the people you love the most is just your brain's way of telling you that you care an awful lot.” 

“Pretty horrific way to remind me if you ask me.” Jake scoffed but you knew it wasn’t at you. It was at his mind. Between the two of you, you were the one who had the more physical adversities that were linked to your trauma. Jake however, his were more phycological, the kind that stick around and plague you and haunt your soul. That wasn’t negating your own nightmares, but for the most part? You were doing okay in death. 

After all, you were the one who died from a perfectly preventable asthma attack. 

“Again, it’s a trauma thing.” You shrugged softly as you rubbed at your belly. “Just like I know that I don’t have asthma attacks anymore but I still carry an inhaler and how when I got my period back a few months after we got out I thought I was dying from a complication from one of the surgeries because I’d convinced myself that I’d never recover.” 

“Or how I'd show up at your door in the middle of the night because I loved you so much and I couldn’t sleep without you.” 

“I used to do the same thing, because I loved you too—“ Your hand came to rest on top of Jake's hand. “I love you to hell and back Jake, literally.” 

Jake couldn’t imagine what his life was like before you, in his mind it was just during you. There was simply never a before or after, although his mind liked to play nasty tricks on him on occasion, just to keep him on his toes and to give Hotshot something to worry about: 

“Just you and me Hollywood.” Jake brought his arm up to draw you in closer to him, slung over your shoulders. There tucked under his arm was Jake's entire world, his wife and unborn child. The woman who changed his life forever—the woman who taught him more about himself in three months than anyone ever had in his entire life. 

Fairy tales—the stuff of dreams. The problem with fairy tales though is that fairy tales don’t come true because they don’t exist. It’s the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights, that begin with shot down F-18’s and missions that go horribly wrong that end in the unspeakable acts of cruelty. It’s the nightmares that always seem to become reality. 

“Just you and me Hollywood.” 

As you sat there with Jake, your other half and best friend, you came to realize that after all that you’d been through together, the person who invented the phrase ‘Happily Ever After’ Should have his ass kicked and kicked hard. Because ‘Happily Ever After’ Didn’t exist. 

Because there was never an after Jake Seresin. There couldn’t be, not when he’d met you on the platform four months later. 

“Just you and me Hangman.” There was simply only before. “Just you and me.” And during. "Forever." But never after. 

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[madhatterbri]

Turned | Vampire!HOOK

Summary: An argument causes you to run to an enemy.

Author's Note: Saw @theswitchbladessweetheart wanted Hook as a vampire. Hope yall enjoy.

@99hook @shawtys-things

This will be an one shot.

"You know you could just turn me into a vampire like you. What is the big deal anyways? I just die and come back to be with you forever and defend myself against this Jack guy," You demanded and raised your hands in frustration. The stake crashed to the floor and slid against the floor.

Tyler flinched at your sudden outburst. He knew you were frustrated. He hadn't allowed a break from all the self-defense training today. Now he found himself getting annoyed. You weren't turning. That wasn't going to happen. Not with her still waiting on the other side.

"And I told you I'm not doing that," he reminded her for the hundredth time. "Just drop it,"

"No, Tyler. I'm leaving unless you tell me why you won't turn me," you threatened. You looked out the window behind him. The weather was awful. Rain pelted the window while lightning flashed in the studio. No one should be walking in this storm.

"You wouldn't be the first woman I turned to a vampire," he confessed sadly. He leaned against the wall and ran his fingers through his hair.

The tension in the room thickened. A part of you wanted to hug him but another part wanted to crawl and hide. He never really talked about his past. The mention of another woman still felt like a blow to you.

"So you two broke up. What does that have to do with me?" You asked quickly. Your eyes never leaving him. "I told you I will do anything for you. We have made it this far,"

"We didn't break up," he answered. "I turned her because she wanted to be turned. She begged me night and day until one day I gave her what she wanted,"

"And then what happened? Did she die?"

"I thought everything was going well for Ashley at first. Some people struggle with turning into a vampire but it was like she was born to be one," he paused and gulped. You swore you saw tears pool in his dark brown eyes. He cleared his throat. "She left me a note one day that she couldn't handle it anymore. She took off the sun ring I made her. The last thing I remember was seeing her ashes on the floor in front of our bedroom window," he whispered and removed the ring from his shirt pocket. A pocket that laid over his heart. Your could feel your heart break.

"You keep her ring over your heart," you pointed out. He looked at the ring in his hand and his pocket. You had to know more about this Ashley girl. "Why?"

"I... I still love her," he pushed out painfully.. He didn't want to hide anything from you. The past few months had been wonderful with you but he had to come clean. No matter how painful it was.

"Do you have love for her or are you still in love with her?" You insisted.

"I promised myself to her in this life and the next. Vampires believe in an afterlife when we die. Forever isn't truly forever and I know she is waiting for me on the other side,"

"So you wanted to play with me in the mean time until you get your true love back? That explains why you won't turn me," you laughed bitterly. Memories of the past few months swirled in your mind. You took a shaky breath trying to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm so sorry. I- wait!" He demanded and reached out for you.

You ran out of the room before he could finish. Everything for the past few months was a lie. You were a plaything for the real world while he waited for this Ashley girl in the next life.

You ran outside gasping for air. The rain soaked you in seconds. He knew this entire time. He led you along this wonderful fantasy adventure for nothing. That's all these past months were, a cruel fantasy. Tomorrow you will wake up to the cruel reality of Tyler no longer being in your life.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice asked. You looked to see a man holding an umbrella over you. Embarrassment washed over you as the man could tell you were crying. He seemed nice though. His curly brown hair was pushed in a bun. Aviator glasses laid on his head while a leather jacket, white shirt, and jeans covered his skin from the rain.

"Yeah, I am fine. Just a fight with my boy... just a fight with my friend. I will be home soon,"

"Men, am I right?" A woman giggled and pulled up to you. She stared into your eyes. "Why don't you forget coming home and come with us. We will take good care of you,"

The thought of going home vacated your mind immediately. They seemed nice enough. Maybe wherever they took you would have some dry clothes and fun times. You nodded happily and waited for them to move.

"See, Jack. I told you we didn't need violence. Although Tyler certainly downgraded from me," the woman laughed wickedly.

[obsessedwithlute]

No Use Trying To Fight It

Happy birthday @niafromheaven!!

Emily x Adam X Lute (AngelicGuitarSword), angst, no happy ending.'

TW/CW alcohol, heavily implied depression, queerphobia, implied/referenced abuse, swearing

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ADAM | “I Miss You, I’m Sorry” - Gracie Abrams

Adam stared blankly at Charlie, who was going on a rant about happiness and marshmallows and shit to Alastor across the room. He resisted the urge to laugh at her stupidity. As if true happiness even existed. Charlie’s idea of the word was really just bliss. Two completely different things.

Ever since his death, Adam had done a good job faking to Charlie how grateful he was for the second chance she had granted him, and how determined he was to make a change in his afterlife.

When really, all he wanted to do was become good enough that maybe he would prove himself wrong and go back to heaven.

Wanting to prove himself wrong was never something he had thought would happen. Fuck it. It was too hard to be sober this week. Adam got up, left the room, and trudged over to Husk’s bar. The flying cat wasn’t there, so he just poured himself a huge glass of beer, downing it all in one gulp. Adam looked around to decide what type of alcohol he’d consume next.

You know, drinking that much will only make you sadder, Emily’s voice echoed in his head.

“Stop it,” he hissed. “You’re not here.”

He hadn’t heard of anything concerning Emily for the last few months. Adam could only hope that Sera wasn’t lying to her and locking her up and “protecting” her again.

She probably was. Sera wouldn’t change.

Adam uncorked a bottle of cheap booze and took a few long gulps straight from the bottle. It burned his throat, but distracted him enough that it was worth it.

Emily still wasn’t getting herself out of his mind. Was Sera hurting her? Threatening her? Forcing her to do her bidding? Adam started to breathe heavier. Adrenaline and anxiety coursed through his veins. He collapsed to the ground, unable to support himself.

Lute’s voice appeared in his head. The high and mighty leader of the Exorcists, in a heap on the floor of Lucifer’s brat’s hotel. Toughen up, Adam.

“I can’t,” he gasped.

Emily again, You failed me. You lied, just as much as Sera did. And then you couldn’t even save yourself in the battle.

“I’m sorry.”

It was his fault, it was all his fault. He deserved this pain and fear and hurt. And worse, he’d been too much of a fucking coward to even tell them how he felt before he died.

EMILY | “Rumors” - Ava Max

Emily stood crooked over a thick novel, combing through every page, searching for some hidden meaning in the words. The only thing she could decipher from it was that the title, Les Miserables, perfectly described the mood in Heaven these last few months, what with the constant rumors. About a lot of things- the exterminations, Sera’s authority, the fabric of Heaven itself- but especially about Adam.

He was gone for good, true death.

He was in Heaven but waiting, biding his time.

He was in Hell and an overlord.

She didn’t want to believe any of them, although something had to have happened. You can’t rewind time and go back to when you didn’t know your sister was a liar, when your crush wasn’t maybe dead, when your other crush wasn’t a walking shell of a being.

At least she wasn’t ashamed to admit her emotions, unlike most people she’d spent her life speaking to.

Everyone had always thought of Emily as the innocent one, the sweet one. Sera’s naive little sister. And she had to keep up that persona now, as always. Feelings had never mattered to Sera, and they certainly weren’t about to start mattering to her now- especially when those feelings involved the wish to be in a relationship that, if Emily were to bring up with Sera, the seraphim would perceive as unfaithfulness, what with her conservative mindset.

And as much as Sera was a liar and a turd, Sera was all Emily had. And she couldn’t give that up for a relationship that would never happen.

Emily read a few more words and slammed the thousand-page tome down on her desk.

Air, that was what she needed. Fresh air, maybe some of those chocolate-dipped strawberries they had down in the lobby. Emily could take care of herself. She stepped out onto the balconies and took a few breaths.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

She went on like that for a few minutes until she was a bit calmer. Alright, Em, see? It’s not so bad after all. Now keep your mouth shut, attend Sera’s meetings, don’t under any circumstances even look at Lute…

You can do this.

You’ve always done this.

You’re stronger than they think.

LUTE | “champagne problems” - Taylor Swift

Lute had always dealt with her negative emotions in one way and one way only: Violence.

Punching a wall, sword fighting another Exorcist, killing a few sinners- anything, really, as long as it involved violence or weapons of some sort.

But that’s because her negative emotions had always fallen into one of three categories: Anger, cockiness, disappointment.

Never anything close to “sad”.

But she fucking sucked at describing how she felt, and “sad” was really the only word she could come up with to explain this… this weird feeling, almost like her soul was being ripped out of her body, like she couldn’t control her limbs enough to get up and stab something. Or someone. Stabbing someone sounded really satisfying.

What was that thing Vaggie had always said to her? Oh, right. You need to find ways to cope with your emotions other than extreme violence and cruelty.

Kind of ironic, considering what had ended up happening to Vaggie.

What Lute had done to Vaggie.

Lute rolled her eyes. Everyone made mistakes, right? But your mistakes end up either killing or permanently injuring people… That’s normal. That’s very normal. That’s kind of what you were created to do. It’s fine.

Ugh, there were people outside of her door, and they were talking very loudly, and maybe she should stab them to make them shut the fuck up. But, wait. Would stabbing them be considered sanctioned, or would she have to sit through one of Sera’s lectures about self-control again?

And if she had to sit through one of Sera’s lectures about self-control again, would she at least get to see Emily as a result? And why the fuck did she want to Emily? Get a grip on yourself, you are the lieutenant- now commander- of the Exorcists. You represent Heaven. You are too strong to-

The people outside her room weren’t done talking.

Two of her Exorcists, neither of them liked her that much.

“...heard she wanted to fuck Adam,” one of them said.

Were they talking about her? “Please, we both know she’s one of those gay freaks. Probably had her eye on Sera or something,” the other responded,

Shit, they were definitely talking about her.

They didn’t think she was in her room. At this time of day, she was always training. They were just having fun gossiping about her in front of her own door.

“Damn asshole. She deserves to end up in hell, just like Adam.”

“Hah! She’d be happy, wouldn’t she? Get to be around those fuckups just like her.” Fuckup.

They were right.

Wait- what about Adam?

“Can’t believe Sera never told her. Guess she wouldn’t want her or our little bitch of a princess to go running off looking for them.”

Emily.

Sera had lied.

Again.

Lute heard some more laughter, and then the Exorcists walked off.

Emily.

Lute needed to tell her- but she couldn’t. Emily didn’t want to talk to her. Emily hadn’t even looked at her since the battle.

There was nothing she could do.

<Hope you have a much better birthday than these guys, Nia! <3>

[moonstarlupinsworld]

For her and the world [PT. 2]

Ms. Weems X Wednesday X Reader

(Platonic relationship)

TW: Aftermath of poisoning, mentions of death, hospital, past trauma. 

A/N: Can you believe it took me over a year to realize that meant "author notes? And I'm in Ravenclaw, imagine that! Anyway, I just want to say I've been working on this for a while but didn't know the right way to portray what I wanted, that's why it took so long, but it's finally here.

Summary: It’s been almost two days since Ms. Thornhill decided to attack. Nevermore was a mess, but the students stopped the fire before things got even worse. But Ms. Weems can’t feel that calmness, not with you still unconscious at the hospital, trying your best to stay alive. 

Whoever said that dying was a painless process clearly has lied. The excruciating pain and the burning sensation of your lungs not getting enough air accompanied you as your brain finally detached from anything that could connect it to consciousness. You’ve often tried to imagine this exact moment, especially when you lay in bed, motionless and simply thinking about existence. In your altered mind you thought it was quick, and that as soon as you closed your eyes you entered whatever the afterlife was like. 

The reality was you entered some sort of dream. A dream about your life… At least that part was right, your brain decided to show you all the good moments before shutting down forever. 

It didn’t take much for the first memory to enter, and it wasn't a good one. You were around five, sitting on the floor with your toys all around your bedroom. Everything was quiet, the cassette mom had left for you still playing in the background.

“Everything you care about will burn to the ground!” you heard someone say in the office, “and in the process, everyone you love will be lost too.”

It sounded like… No, he couldn’t be here, not after saying all those mean things to mom. So you ignored it, trying to find the doll you’d left somewhere so she could sit on the wooden train. 

The door barged open, and there he was. His pupils were dilated, and he was sweating, barely blinking like a deer caught in the headlight, he almost looked like a maniac. Before you could react, he rushed to you and grabbed you by the arm in a rough movement, forcing you to stand up. You started crying as he frantically packed many toys in a bag, moving around and grabbing random clothes from your closet, dragging you around. 

“We’ll go… safe, I’ll keep you safe”, he whispered, “your mom thinks this school is everything… She didn’t even want you in the first place… I locked her in the office, just to have more time”. 

You tried to scream, kick, get out of his forceful grip around your wrist, but you couldn’t. What was he doing to you? He promised never to use his powers on you, he pinky swore. 

It was even more stressful to re-watch it from the outside, knowing that you couldn’t help that little kid in front of you. 

Thankfully, Larissa had managed to break the door lock, and was quick to use her high heel to knock him out, a clean hit to the head was enough. 

“My sweet little child” she whispered, carrying you in her arms, trying to ease your shaky state “There, there… Mom’s here, darling… No one shall harm you again.”

Ever since then, you used that bedroom as an office for any teacher who might need it. You were moved to one of the other three rooms in the small apartment hidden behind her office. And your bedroom was just a playroom now since you hated sleeping on your own again. 

After that, all the memories went by quickly. You were around six when they found you covered in Larissa’s makeup, marker doodles all around your clothes, and your hairstyle with new bangs (made by yourself). You saw yourself with mom at her important meetings, taking notes in your notebook with colored pens. Dancing with her cassettes and different vinyls late at night, singing along. Cooking your favorite foods together…

 You were a straight A’s student, the pride of every academy you attended, and the perfect, shy kid who never created major chaos. Everyone around you would say how lucky Ms. Weems was to have you as her child.

And of course, how could you not be perfect? You’ve seen her cry, knowing how hard it was to achieve that. You’ve heard the comments people made about her and the school. You’ve seen how much it took her to be where she was. You had to make the path as easy as you could for her, so she didn’t have to worry with you. When you were old enough to enter Nevermore, the distance between you got wider. You found your friends and were not sleeping that often at her quarters anymore. Thankfully, she realized it before it was too late, and you started being close again. 

All this small presentation was coming to an end, and before you could feel it, the last slide came by. It was late at night, and you were back at her quarters, helping with emails she had to send. 

“Y/n/n?” Larissa asked, looking at you with a smile, which you half replied, not taking your eyes from the laptop, “I don’t know if I have ever said this out loud, but I have never felt luckier in my life”

“Really?” you asked, distracted, signing the last email and sending it, “Did the chief finally give up on the whole ‘mysterious creature thing’?”

She laughed before asking you to turn off the computer. You did so, and she grabbed your hand. Even if you were just looking, you could almost feel her warm, comforting touch. 

“I feel lucky because I got you, silly child” she replied, looking at you with proud eyes, “you are everything to me, and honestly I don’t think I would have been able to endure much of what I did without you… I’m so proud of you”...

Everything went dark and empty, and after being in some sort of shock, accepting your own death, you panicked. No, you didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not alone in the dark. You’ve sacrificed yourself for the better, and now you were whining like a child. Does that make you a weak person? Does that invalidate your sacrifice?

Darkness surrounded you no matter the direction you took. Running in circles, you tripped with your foot, falling face first to the ground. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your breathing shallow as you tried to find something to ground you. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, only silence. A silence so deep you could hear your breathing, you could listen to your thoughts clear like water. Nothing was real. What was going on?

Your senses, overwhelmed, begged for the torture to stop. There was no purpose in trying to stand up, so you curled up in a ball, hugging your knees and closing your eyes. Every time you were feeling down, scared, or sad, Larissa had been there for you. She was always there, holding your hand, stroking your hair to calm all your aches down. You felt like that helpless child you once were, trying to find her in this nightmare. 

“Y/N?” An echoed voice flew across the emptiness, “I’m back, all right? I won’t go away anymore, promise”.

Your eyes opened, searching for the source of the sound. It was only you, the ground, and the darkness… After brushing away the tears with a rough hand movement, you listened, staying still. 

“I spoke with the cops again… they say it might be better for us to hide after you get better, just in case” she whispered. You recognize that voice, vaguely. “Donovan said you were really brave back there… Of course you were, you always are…”

Where was she? Sitting up, you keep on trying to find the source of her voice. You are sure now, that’s mom. Her voice started cracking as she revealed all the things that had happened since the first attack, how she rushed to the hospital and almost lost you twice. How you were connected to a bunch of things and in a state of deep sleep (she feared to called it the real name just in case you could understand you wouldn’t get scared). The attack at midnight at Nevermore, how the students were forced to escape in a very short amount of time. Thankfully not many people were injured severely. 

The best part was that you were able to help after all. Thanks to the video, the police department had been on patrol nearby the school all evening, and reacted quickly when things went south.

After a brief pause, she spoke to you about… yourself. She missed your jokes, your smile, the interesting conversations you used to have during tea time, and the pictures saved in your shared album “Mom and me”. She felt guilty, ashamed of not being able to protect you and standing still as Ms. Thornhill stabbed you with the venom, her body only reacting as your knees buckled and you dropped to the ground half conscious.

“...But I don’t know why am I even talking about this… I think you are not able to hear me, darling” she said in a sad whisper, clearing her throat so her voice wouldn’t break again “I miss your voice, y/n/n… My sleepy kitten.”

But you were there! You could hear her loud and clear, why was she saying all of that? 

“Mom I’m right here, I can hear you!” You yelled, but no words left your mouth. Only a strained yell, making you sound like a squeaking mouse. “Mom I can hear you! Get me out of here, please!”

Standing up, you try to yell again, to make her notice you. How was she talking to you but you couldn’t see her? This was not funny, it was simply terrifying. You wanted to speak, to scream for help. After trying with no result for your voice to be heard, you started to give up… after what seemed like ages, you decided it was not worth it, curling up again. You started to feel sleepy. Was it possible to sleep in a dream? 

“Mom  I’m scared! Please…” you choke up on your tears, sobbing “ I want to wake up… help… please, someone help…”

After a long time (you didn’t know how much exactly) you woke up, still in that nightmare. Trapped inside your mind, what a fun experience! Groggily you stretched, your ears trying to seek for the known voice of Ms. Weems. 

But she was nowhere to be found, and instead you were left with another. After a few minutes of listening you realized who it was: Wednesday. 

“I thought you would be awake by now. After all, you have proven to be extremely strong Y/N” there was a small hint of a kind note in her voice, “Thank you for covering me during the personal investigations… I should have known that the outcome of everything would be bloody and disastrous.”

You smiled. After all you did, it seemed like  Wednesday and you were friends. You were glad her first year wasn’t as horrible as she had imagined. 

Someone knocked on the door before entering, greeting the raven-haired girl good morning. The first minutes an uncomfortable silence filled the room before Ms. Weems took lead of the conversation. 

“I’m glad to see you again, Ms. Addams” 

“I was only hoping to be able to say my farewells and thank them ” she explained “I won’t be able to see them until the next term of your torturous school begins”. 

Even if you were not able to see them, you could bet almost anything that comment made your mom smile. She was happy, even if she didn’t wished to admit it, that Wednesday had survived the whole term at the school. 

“I will be happy to see you again” Ms. Weems replied, before adding “And, Wednesday?”

She looked her in the eye, knowing what Larissa was about to do, but before trying to stop her, the principal continued. 

“Thank you. First, for saving my child… If you hadn’t took out the syringe before the entirety of the liquid was inside them… I don’t even wish to imagine what could have happened… And second, for saving Nevermore. You are an extraordinary, gifted, and intelligent girl… I am sure your mother will be proud”

This time, Wednesday stood still for a second, before thanking them with embarrassment and asking for her not to do that again in the foreseeable future. Ms. Weems choked out a laugh, trying still to understand what could be going inside the young girl’s brain. 

Wednesday searched in her pockets for something, and after a few seconds she took out a phone, handing it to Ms. Weems, who took it not fully understanding. With the faintest of blushes, she cleared her throat, looking at the principal. 

“I was wondering if Y/N has one of those things Enid seems to enjoy so much… So I could write to them, once they are awake… Insta-gram, I think” after a few seconds of silence, she added, like defending herself “I’m still getting used to having one of those.”

With a subtle nod, Ms. Weems searched for your profile, followed you on that phone and handed it back to the black-haired girl. She thanked her, said her farewells, and left. Larissa was quite amused at the ever so mysterious girl being more into social media, and how flustered she looked when admitting she knew nothing about those things. Even the one with the darkest hearth had a sweet inside, even if they don’t usually admit it, she thought. 

But after the minutes of amusement, the tears came back to her already red eyes. She had never seen more undone. Her always flawless hair was messy, half combed into a bun. Her face pale, dark circles fully visible under her tired eyes. Her hands were cold, but she rubbed them one against the other to warm them up. Yours were as cold as ice, she only wished for you to feel a bit warm. 

The nurse had come early in the morning and announced you were responding to the treatment, and changed your oxygen mask for a cannula. It was now up to you wheter you woke up in a few minutes or hours. That got Larissa’s hopes up, before realizing maybe you were not ready to wake up yet. 

She announced the good news, grabbing your hand and rubbing gentle circles on it. Trying to motivate you, she started thinking out loud places where you could hide. A few sobs were heard as she kept rambling, trying not to break down again in the sight of an unpredictable future.

This was enough right? You were making everyone so worried, and mom had stated the fact you needed to hide as soon as you were in good shape again. You had to try to wake up, for her. The world was no longer in danger. And even if it was, you didn’t think it mattered anymore. You tried to get control of your body… And then you felt it, a warm sensation around your hand. Slowly, you were beginning to feel again. 

“You see? I told you Wednesday wanted to be your friend. After all the mischiefs you conjured during the past months I woulnd’t expect anything else” She sighed, grabbing your hand, “could you please show me you are still in there, kitten?”

Just a sign. You could do that… How, you had no idea. After a few minutes of what you thought useless attempts, the darkness dissipated, leaving space for a very bright light. 

“I felt your hand moving, great job Y/N” she encouraged you, happy tears streaming down her face, “You can do it darling, just open your eyes.”

It took a lot out of you, but somehow you managed to escape your prison. Your eyes opened slowly, squinting a bit as you adjusted your vision to the bright room. Groaning, you started feeling your senses again. 

What happened? Where is this place? 

“...Mom?” you asked in a whisper, still lost and half-asleep. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” she reassured you, stroking your hair. “Welcome back, sleepy kitten.”

With a vague smile you simply let her stroke your hair as you finished understanding everything that was going on. Then, aware of your surroundings, you cleared your throat. Still, not a noise came out. 

“It will take some time, don’t worry” mom’s voice explained, “you just woke up from a really long nap, after all”. 

The first meal you had after being entirely on IV therapy was glory. It wasn’t much, true, but you felt like it been ages since you ate something. Your body was recuperating, and you had no major side effect, aside from the weakness and the fact you were not able to walk five steps without falling over. But it could be worse, right?

You wrote to Wednesday as soon as you were allowed to have your phone back, and it was so funny to see how many accidental typos she made, or how many times she would send weird stickers. After a few weeks you were given the all clear, finally ready to go to your new home. Where? That was gonna be fun to find out. Thankfully mom was able to infiltrate on her office, grabbing two bags full of clothes and other important stuff, so you were not able to miss any of your favorite stuff.

Your sacrifice was for her, and you were happy you took the risk, even if now you are weak and might need some aid when walking. The mystery was over, everything was good.

Things won’t last much like that, sure, but for now it was time to rest and see where destiny would take you.

[f1crecs]

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Carlos/Charles

you let me in, and baby that's when by @betzykielberg | Not Rated | 193.7k | WIP

Carlos and Charles witness a crime and end up in witness protection posing as a couple. Alpha!Carlos, omega!Charles. This author has a way of writing that makes the characters feel so real and present, and I always find myself swept away by the emotions their writing induces in me. This fic follows the developing relationship between Charles and Carlos, who both have been hurt by their significant other before and have the emotional scars to prove it. It is a fic that makes you believe that while love can be the thing that hurts you the most it can also be as good and wholesome as in the movies, if you work for it.

Charles wasn’t a good Omega, he'd never been, and would never become, a good Omega, and in his teenage years after coming to the conclusion that an Alpha would never want someone like him, he'd decided that there was no point in trying to conform to the societal expectations that were pushed upon him. Thusly, he'd been a very bad Omega, enjoying his youth for all it was worth and it had worked for a while. When he'd met Peter, he had almost started to doubt this, wondered if an Alpha could want him after all, that he could be good enough, but it had turned out that he'd been right all along. No Alpha would ever want him, it wasn’t in the cards for Charles to live his life happily mated, he was destined for other things.

nsfw: 18:16 by venerat | E | 8.9k

Carlos, an alpha, is in a contented and comfortable relationship with Lorenzo, a beta. When Carlos meets Lorenzo's omega brother, he experiences temptation unlike anything he has ever known. What I liked about it: This fic is bittersweet. Carlos's relationship with Lorenzo is good, and stable, if maybe a little settled, and he is a good man and a good boyfriend. Charles is something of a force of nature, however, and once Carlos sees and scents him, it's the beginning of the end for him and Lorenzo.

God, if he was fruit, Carlos would have been sent down from the garden in an instant. He would have eaten Charles whole.

George/Toto

nswf: And Silver, And Samarium by @on-softs | E | 5.2k

Drivers are required to submit to their team principals in order to form a mental connection. George has difficulty doing so. (There is a dubcon warning on this fic, I would call it mild but YMMV) Why I liked it: The George POV is very believable, his desire to submit is strong but his anxiety about not doing it well enough is interfering with the mental process of it. Toto is authoritative and gentle with him, and applies his problem solving abilities to the problem at hand.

When he imagined it actually happening, submitting to Toto, there was no real setting. White light, like how the afterlife looked in films, because his brain hadn’t wanted to expend the power to render the rest of it. It was all just Toto and the warm folds of his face and how they’d crease while smiling down on George from such an unfamiliar, acute angle, George at his heel, combining himself perfectly into his vast, sweeping presence, lunging at the chance. George was ready to belong to Mercedes. Ready to be fast. He’d proven it. He supposed that was a childish way to imagine things, but that was always how he thought of it.

Charles/Max

nsfw: sweet kiwi (your juice is dripping down my chin) by @amarynas | E | 5.8k

One day, Charles wakes up with a pussy, and he isn't sure what to do with it. In comes a vibrator, and Max Verstappen. This was super hot (big chussy fan) and the plot is also so so funny. Charles wakes up in an alternate universe pretty much, and although it's supposed to be straight up smut, it's really really funny.

People couldn’t read clocks in dreams, right? He hurdled back to his bed, trying his best to ignore the missing feeling of his cock slapping against his thigh, and tapped on his phone screen. Wednesday, 2. August it read, and underneath 08:38. Since when did he have his phone set to English? Another thing he could, and should, worry about later. For now, the pussy problem was his biggest issue.

thank you to @lydia-petze @blueballsracing and @frickinsweet for compiling this week's list 🤍

[ybcpatrick]

*shakes tin* hey any peterick recs in these trying (waiting for fob8) times?

i'm gonna use this ask as my official reclist. here we go, under a read more:

a lot of these are by the same author(s), so i've grouped those together. these fics are all my besties and i have reread them all at LEAST five times. some many, many more! PLEASE HEED ALL RATINGS AND READ THE TAGS THOROUGHLY BEFORE YOU PROCEED, SOME OF THESE ARE HEAVIER IN NATURE.

According To Your Heart (It's Our Time Now) by fanatic_by_definition (31.9k, Explicit.)

FOB decide to make a loosely-inspired-by-true-events music video for The Kids Aren't Alright, and Patrick is having some trouble with certain aspects of the script. (Personal note, for me? This is THE Peterick fic of all time. THEE. Peterick fic. Of All Time.)

plain as they can see by fanatic_by_definition (3.6k, Teen and Up Audiences.)

Curled up in the van in the wee hours of the morning, Pete introduces Patrick to The Nightmare Before Christmas. As the story plays out before him, Patrick starts to notice... parallels.

The Last (Only) Thing I Want To See by fanatic_by_definition (13.5k, Explicit.)

Pete and Patrick haven't spoken for a year. After finding out the blizzard of the century is rocking Chicago, right before Christmas, Patrick attempts to check in on Pete. But when the line goes dead, something inside of Patrick snaps; so begins a tumultuous journey from LA, back home, and back to everything he thought he'd permanently destroyed.

I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision but only for you (I will protect you) by TooRational (15.3k, Mature Audiences.)

After Pete has a terrifying injury while performing, Patrick goes a little crazy. Through the journey of getting Pete back to health, Patrick is forced to confront himself, and his long-term emotions.

the afterlife (i never really lived) by TooRational (2.9k, Teen and Up Audiences.)

The polaroids from Coup De Main's article give Patrick three things: major anxiety, a boatload of embarrassment, and a wake-up call in regards to how much he's let go unsaid between himself and Pete over the years.

the tale of two hearts (reunited) by TooRational (5.5k, Mature Audiences.)

After a year away in service to the Queen, Peter finally gets to return home, where his beloved husband is waiting for him. In the tumultuous reintroduction to peace, Peter shatters; Patrick catches the pieces before they hit the ground and begins the repairs.

Destiny (noun): the hidden power believed to control future events; fate by TooRational (8.3k, Mature Audiences.)

The force they call Kismet takes a momentary interest in two men, who are soulmates in every universe they've existed in. In one of these, the dominos fall in just the right way, and romance blooms.

the distance between us (sharpens me like a knife) by TooRational, intocooperstown (9.9k combined, three works in series, General/Teen and Up Audiences.)

For years, Patrick has kept a careful distance from Pete; he never lets him too close, never lets them touch. He hates himself for it, and for the ways he has allowed it to hurt them both. Through the series, Patrick fights to shatter his personal space bubble, and learns what it means to be brave.

Guided to You by intocooperstown (18.7k, Mature Audiences.)

Pete and Patrick are dead. They are dead, in a pristine office, sitting before a magnificent, otherworldly creature. The creature tells them they are soulmates, and they will spend the rest of eternity together. That's confusing for a lot of reasons, but if it means being with Patrick, Pete will take it.

Write It (better than you ever felt it) by ForbiddenToast (8.3k, General Audiences.)

Finding the right words can be hard. When Pete chooses to read someone else's for a while, the spiral into his own psyche isn't exactly easy, either.

Invasion Of The Photographs by ForbiddenToast (6.3k, Teen and Up Audiences.)

Pete buys a photo album. Then, an avalanche of old photos swallows the living room whole. A concerned Patrick charges into a battle on memory lane, working to get to the heart of Pete's latest obsession.

feels like home by lye-kisses (5.2k, Teen and Up Audiences.)

Spend a day with Pete and Patrick. Pure domestic bliss.

a bright tide by whatimages (2.6k, Teen and Up Audiences.)

Drifting around each other on a beach in Australia, Pete and Patrick contemplate themselves and iron out the details. A pocket of time, spent together, as they always are.

Got Me Staring Odd by glitterandrocketfuel (6.5k, Mature Audiences.)

A touching, sensual, and incredibly romantic exploration of gender, and Pete's relationship with it. Where cracks form in Pete, Patrick's hands are there to soothe.

get us right (quitters never win) by blooms (4.7k, Explicit.)

Pete is a telepath, Patrick is an empath. Patrick hadn't ever encountered someone whose feelings were as vibrant and defined as Pete's; when guilt over something begins to eat Pete alive, Patrick has to dig deep to find out why, and how and help.

precipitous by sceptick (1.9k, General Audiences.)

Short and sweet, a glimpse into the wee hours of the morning of February 4th, 2013. It's Pete and Patrick, Patrick and Pete, alone together, on the edge of something new.

and beyond these, here's the link to my AO3 bookmarks, because there are even more fics I didn't mention here! but all of these are my absolute top tier favourites. I live and die by these bad boys.

[siren-melodies]

Hiii, so idk who else to tell this too but backstory my family has never been religious but lately they have an some points they be making does make sense but some are like I have my own opinion of it

But what has gotten to me is that manifesting is a sin and that we should believe in God and God only and rn idk what to do because I don't want to sin but I also want to manifest my dream life just how I want to live it. The thing is I'm not educated enough in manifesting/loa/non duality even thought I been in this community for almost a year now, to actually tell them about it.

So now I'm stuck.

Religion is a trap, a bubble designed to keep you ignorant. It was created so that you look elsewhere for God when in truth it was you all along. Why would God make the Earth and then not partake of it? There is no other power but you as awareness. Nothing is outside of your control. Religion is full of fuck ass limiting beliefs to make you feel small and incapable. Society is crafted the way it is so that you never awaken to your true identity. It is full of distractions and unnecessary rules and whatnot.. constantly telling you bullshit like you have to work your whole life and slave away, life isn't fair, I'll believe it when I see it, daydreaming is a waste of time, glorified hustle,, superpowers are fantasy and the likes of such. All of this is fantasy to awareness. It is all imagination, a dream. And when you remember who you are, you consciously control the dream. Awareness is in a human body literally just for the experience, to be entertained by it all. You don't need to be educated because there is nothing to learn, just unlearn. This is your rebirth. Start from scratch. In the very first chapter of Genesis in the Bible, God created heaven and earth of of nothing. The world was void and out of nothing, came everything( this is the void y'all) literally mentioned in the very beginning of the holy book. Look it up for yourself. This is why religion and society have done their best best brainwash by the multitude. If people awoke to their true selves, where would there power and authority go? Surely they can't oppress a self-aware God. Lol and a bunch of teenage girls on tumblr fucking know this out of everyone in the world to exist at any point in time. Honestly, it's not even just about manifesting and stuff. That is what ego desires. You are pure awareness experiencing the human body and mind in a dream world. Nothing really matters, never has. You are always awareness. You were before you took on an ego and incarnated, you are during and will be after the character dies. This is a game and it's supposed to be fun! I'm really glad you asked ME this question because I feel I am perfectly qualified to answer. I come from a deeply spiritual family. Starting with my great-great-great grandmother, black magic was heavily practiced in the family, men and women. Seances and speaking to the dead, letting the dead possess your body and speaking through you type of shit. I've always seen and felt dark entities (was attacked a couple times but not anymore bc I'm above those shits) Anywayyyyss, point being that my family went crazy and it passed from generation to generation. Suicides, Drugs, Mental and physical disease, Severe abuse.. until my grandmother decided enough and looked towards Christianity. Now she is a FANATIC. Absolutely ludicrous! It's so amusing hearing her speak about Jesus and crap because in my head I'm going "if only you knew God was right here." She is also one of the dumbest women I know. She believes you shouldn't ask questions about the afterlife and stuff because that is doubting God. And she thinks Saturday is a holy day and you shouldn't even buy anything on that day because it's a sin. She forbids anyone to listen to music and thinks if a woman was raped she has to marry her rapist because sex is holy and the woman is impure... She became a Christian at 19 and now she is pushing 60 with nothing to show for it. She has nothing! Her faith in " God", who is supposed to be a man that lives in the sky, had gotten her absolutely nothing and it is because she is worshipping a false God instead of herself. I don't care if it sounds narcissistic.. Worship Yourself! The moment you want something, give it to yourself. You are not a pathetic little human with it's pathetic little problems. You are sooo much more than this. You are above everything. You are truly privileged to know the truth out of everyone. Everyone else is suffering and going through their own shit, and would kill to know what we know. Don't let this life on Earth go to waste when you can heaven right now! Feel free to DM me for anything

Xoxo,

Jezebel 💜

[heavenlymorals]

Vikings ask who is hvitserk favourite brother

Me. I'm his favorite brother.

Just kidding, just kidding- I apologize for taking so long to answer this question, or more accurately give my thoughts but here they are:

It depends entirely on the seasons and what happened in said seasons.

In seasons 3-5A or even 5B, Hvitserk's favorite brother was definitely Ubbe. They did everything together, almost died together (twice, I might I add), probably trauma-bonded together because of those two instances, were able to relate to each other when it comes to the love of their parents getting more and more distant as the years went by. They had more memories together and trusted each other fully. Like you must REALLY love your brother to allow him to fuck your wife on your wedding day, but never mind that. I believe what ultimately ended that relationship was Ubbe's philosophy of authority. The Norse had this system of the eldest siblings typically having more inheritance/authority over the younger siblings. That's why he treated Hvitserk like a dog while allowing himself to be treated like a dog to Bjorn. Bjorn is older than Ubbe, so he has authority of Ubbe, and Ubbe is older than Hvitserk so he had authority over Hvitserk and so on and so forth. We can even see Hvitserk mentioning this system to Ivar, stating that they are his older brothers and he couldn't boss them around and that it is unacceptable. When Hvitserk jumps ship, he got tired of Ubbe's bullshit, of always treating him like, as I said before, a dog.

That is when things get complicated though. After he jumps ship, I still feel like his favorite brother was Ubbe, but you can also maybe point to Bjorn being his favorite. Bjorn allowed him back on his side after Ivar started acting like the mother of all psychotic assholes and there was a connection there before during the raids and stuff. However, I still feel like he still loved Ubbe the most as this point even though the relationship was obviously strained.

Then the drug arc beings and all the bridges are burned. Bjorn is livid and wants Hvitserk not only dead, but unable to achieve an honrable afterlife. Ubbe frankly doesn't give a shit and makes his loyalties clear that Bjorn matters to him more than Hvitserk ever will only because of that authority thing I talked about earler. They don't try to help him with his issues, they don't give a shit.

At the end of Vikings, in season 6, I feel like Hvitserk's favorite brother would be Ivar. They had a decent relationship in season 4 and we see that from their scenes, their smiles, and their body language. This continues till Ubbe leaves and that's when Ivar becomes a grade-A dick. When Ivar gets a reality check and gets sober from his power, he is able to sympathize and help. He helped Hvitserk when he found him alone in the woods. I'm going to assume that he helped him during his addiction as well from the few scenes/deleted clips that we have of them together when Hvitserk was in that state. Ubbe and Bjorn abandoned Hvitserk while Ivar was there in the end. All that happened in the past was water under a bridge (or just shit writing) to them and Ivar helped Hvitserk when no one else would, because he still cares for his brother unlike Bjorn and Ubbe. For season 6, Hvitserk's favorite brother is probably Ivar. Before that, definitely Ubbe.

Thank you so much for the ask and I hope you enjoy my never ending thoughts <3

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Firstlife chapter 10

Today’s review might be difficult for some; reader discretion is advised

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Chapter 10

“A covenant was offered to me years ago. My parents told me the offer was revoked. I’d done too much...”

 “No,” Archer says. “No. An offer is made to every child and once made, it remains active until Firstdeath.” 

Expression agonized, Clay whispers, “But...you don’t know the things I’ve done.”

 “I don’t need to know. Nothing you’ve done can compare to the things I did, and yet, when I was ready, I was welcomed with open arms.” 

The only thing I’m getting from this is that you can commit genocide and they’d still accept you. 

Two Prynne guards approach our well-lit square. Just before they reach us, however, they veer to the left, as if deep, deep inside they know to avoid what their eyes cannot see. 

Messengers in action. I can’t see them either, but I can see the result of them. 

Surprise! There’s more to the world—worlds—than I ever thought possible.

And they never once think that there might be more than Myriad and Troika? That the beings who view all living humans as being cannon fodder for their war HAVE AN AGENDA?!

“You should have told me you were a guy before I showered in front of you,” I snap at him. 

Unabashed, he says, “You’re in a mood. Is it that time of the month for you, too? Have our cycles finally synced?”

Again, as an author, you have the power to write literally anything. And the author actively chose to write Archer as a misogynistic pig. 

“Have you accepted your importance? Have you realized you’re the final drop of water that causes the cup to overflow?” 

For a war that’s been raging for millenia, I refuse to believe that a single person would somehow stop all of that. 

“She doesn’t want you.” 

“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

Hey bozos, not only is she standing right there, but she is also perfectly capable of making up her own mind. 

“I won’t let you hurt her the way you hurt Dior,” Archer says through gritted teeth. 

Dior? 

“By the time I finished with your darling,” Killian says, his tone nothing but silk and heat, and yet I pick up the underlying note of his rage, “she was begging me for more.” 

That rage...over a girl... Killian is doing his best to hide his feelings, but he’s failing. 

He loved Dior, didn’t he?

I love how the author set up this trilogy about the eternal war between heaven and hell. And the two main love interests hate each other… Because of a girl. 

 The sky is nothing but snow, ice and rock—and falling straight for us.

Chapter 10 summary: Ten and Clay get settled, and Archer encourages them to take a nap. Ten wakes up from a nightmare to find Sloan over her. Sloan is insanely eager to jump Archer’s bones, but that excitement quickly dies when Ten explains that not only was this Bow, but also a TL. 

There’s this really long scene where Ten leaves the magical hut to pee. The only thing missing from it is the actual description of her urinating. As she’s pulling her pants back up, she realises that Killian is there, and gets angry that he’d watched her pee. 

The four of them go back to the cave, for no real reason. Clay then says that he’s done being indecisive about which side to choose. He had been reluctant earlier because he’d apparently done a lot of terrible things. Archer had warned him that you never know when your firstlife is going to end… Which is such a shitty thing to say to somebody who’s probably not even 20. There’s also this bit about Archer saying about how he’d escort the souls of dead children to the afterlife, where they’d finish growing, and then chose a side. After having been indoctrinated in Troika. Clay signs up with Troika, and then bro-hugs Archer. 

Ten warns that they need to leave now, and they start to go. But right outside, they run into Killian, who starts to go at it with Archer. They start screaming about some girl named Dior. 

Sloan wants to leave, but Clay wants to stay. Clay’s actions are confusing to Ten, because he met Archer a few hours earlier; why does he suddenly want to go to his secondlife immediately after signing?

The earth starts to shake around them, and they think that this is another battle going on around them. But with horror, they realise that the battles have loosened the snow and rock on the nearby mountain peak, and there’s now an avalanche. 

[wtfobiwan]

Druig is really close with the human reader who is incredibly smart and one day they are acting off so he slips into their mind to find be can barely understand them. They are (autistic or have disabilities. Something nurodivergent). They feel ashamed so never told him. But he thinks it's beautiful that their brain is so unique.

Reflections - Druig x Autistic!Reader

Words: 893

Warnings: none

Requested by: Anon

Author's note: This was a request from last year that I was finally able to sit down and write. My friends actually helped me figure out how to describe autistic traits in this because I'm autistic, so writing this was sort of difficult. I definitely have them to thank. Also, I am still taking request if you want to send me an idea to write. I hope you enjoy!

Y/N

“I definitely feel like Sprite could pull off a heist,” I told Gilgamesh, who chuckled as he pulled the cookies he was making from the oven. Thena walked into the kitchen and smiled at Gilgamesh before walking to me, standing beside me as we watched the large man move around to put more cookies into the oven. I looked at Thena, watching as she looked around the large kitchen. “Are you still not used to it?” I asked her, watching as the blonde looked at me.

“I’ll get used to all of us being in the same place again eventually,” She told me before smiling. A loud crash came from behind us, making me jump and turn quickly to see Makkari smiling that she had collected more artifacts. I let out a shaky breath before smiling at the woman. I saw a mask of gold and grabbed it, watching as Makkari looked at me.

“You stole King Tut’s funerary mask?” I signed, watching as she smiled before she shook her head. I tilted my head slightly as I watched her move her hands.

“I borrowed it,” She signed back, making me laugh before I looked at it, reading the hieroglyphs that were on the shoulders. Makkari looked at it before looking at me. “What does it say?” Makkari asked, making me set the giant mask down on the table before looking back at the deaf Eternal.

“It’s a spell from the Book of the Dead. The ancient Egyptians believed that there were Gods and Goddesses, like Thena. They asked the deities that they believed in to protect the people they loved, family members, friends, Kings and Pharaohs. They wanted the people they cared about to get to the afterlife safely,” I told Makkari, watching as she nodded before looking behind us, making me turn to see Druig and Sersi walk into the kitchen.

“How do you know all of that? You immortal or somethin’?” Druig asked, making me shake my head before laughing softly. I looked at the other Eternals, watching as they turned to look at me. A sense of unease filled my veins and I looked at Makkari, smiling at her before I walked past Druig and Sersi, grabbing a jacket and leaving the house quickly. I walked through the path in the woods, walking to the pond that was in the middle. I walked down the dock and sat down, listening to the trees and bugs, feeling my body relax slowly.

“I didn’t even know this place existed,” I heard the familiar accented voice say, making me turn to see Druig standing at the edge of the dock. He smiled softly at me, making me smile slightly before resting my head on my arm.

“You followed me?” I asked him, watching as he shrugged slightly before walking down the dock, stopping when he stood next to me. The Eternal sat down next to me and looked out towards the water.

“Your thoughts were deafening. I wanted to check up on you,” he replied, making me frown before I looked out towards the water. “I couldn’t understand your thoughts though. It’s like your brain is different from regular humans.” The brunet said, making me turn to look at him. I tightened my hand into a fist before relaxing it, stress filling my veins. “You’re not like normal humans, are you?”

“I’m autistic. It’s something that makes me think and do things differently. I have special interests and there are things that bother me more than it would bother a normal person. I didn’t want any of you to know,” I told Druig, a frown resting on my lips as I looked away from him. I felt Druig’s hand rest on my knee, making me look at his hand before looking up at him. “I trust you guys, I really do. I just never knew how to explain it to any of you since you don’t have to deal with anything like this. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” I apologized, running my thumb over the ring on my pointer finger. The brunet grabbed my hand, making me look up at him quickly.

“Never apologize for something you can’t control. Especially something that makes you so unique,” he told me, making me look over his features before nodding. He looked back out towards the water and sighed. We watched the birds fly over the pond for a while before he let out another sigh. “That’s how you knew about the Book of the Dead, isn’t it? You said you learn differently and have special interests, so you learned about ancient Egypt.” Druig said, making me look at him before nodding.

“I’ve been learning about ancient civilizations and mythologies for most of my life. When I met you guys, I was amazed to know that some of the myths were real,” I told him, watching as he threw his head back as he laughed. I smiled before spinning the ring on my finger.

“We’re not as mean as they portrayed us in the myths though.” Druig informed me, making me nod. I looked back at the water again and sighed. “I won’t tell any of them about what you’ve told me. I want you to be able to do that.” He said, making me nod before thanking him.

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The Fool | 0

"this card symbolizes the beginning of a new journey, Good or bad. This card  can also symbolize Rushing into things head first, without thought and Can symbolize taking risks in your life"

Pairings:

(Platonic)Madrigal Family X Reader, (Romantic)Julieta and Agustin x reader

Authors Note:The meanings of the cards are based upon my personal interpretations, if you would like to read up on the general meanings, I definitely recommend These interpretations ^^.

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It was cold, So very cold. With the few layers you had on,The wind felt like it could kill you at any moment.You were truly at the mercy of mother nature.

 

You had been chased out of the village you were born in after it was found out you were a Witch. You would never forget the pure horror on your mothers face and your father's hate-filled eyes. It wasn't like you were doing anything evil either, Just simple tarot readings. Thankfully one of the few things you took with you was your tarot deck. The cards were tucked away in a shimmery drawstring bag, One that almost glowed in the sun. Your mind immediately wandered to how you would survive, it was winter time and you had no experience in survival. All you could do was pray you wouldn't die out here.

Your body felt like it was going to stop working at any moment when you reached a frozen over river. A small smile graced your frostbitten face, you might have a chance after all. You cautiously crossed the river, calculating each move so you didn't plunge into the freezing water below. When you finally crossed, you felt a heavy wave of exhaustion upon you. You were barely able to stand when you reached a large crack in a mountain, dragging your form into a small crevice. You hoped, Maybe you were close to civilization, That maybe you would be found once the snow melted in the summer months. Your fingers, now a concerning pale colour, fished through your pockets, just hoping to find your precious cards before your eyes fully froze shut. When your fingers grazed over the first card you touched, you tried to grasp it. Struggling to keep your eyes open, You gently pulled the card from your pocket, Revealing it to be the fool. "A new journey" You whispered, Your voice struggling to leave your heavily blistered lips. Your eyes finally shut, a sigh escaping your body. 

When you awoke, You believed yourself to be in the afterlife. After all, you passed out in a mountain crack during what could be best described as heavy snowfall. You were warm, and upon Examining your hands, They were blister-free and a healthy colour once more. You sat beside a fire, Draped in several blankets. "Where am i" you whispered to yourself. Your hands pat your pockets down, Feeling around for your cards. When you couldn't find your precious tarot deck, your eyes began to scan the area around you. You took notice of the cards, Placed up on a table near where you lay. You also took notice to the woman standing in the doorway, you could really only see an outline, your eyes still partially frozen shut. "Their awake" the figure spoke, their voice soft. You found it strange they didn't shout, but spared no thought to it. You were sure you were dead after all.

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[brushstrokesapocalyptic]

it’s time for the “overanalyzing one-off lines” show!

so the very first thing magnus says when he sees pit in chapter 2 of kid icarus: uprising is as follows:

“Well, I didn’t expect to see an angel here. Hope this doesn’t mean I’ve kicked the bucket.”

now, i’m not sure if you’re aware, but that’s a really weird thing for someone to say, and it’s even more weird that no one comments on it. pit and palutena go on talking about unrelated things, as if that’s a totally normal and expected thing for magnus to say.

now, if you’re like me, you probably also didn’t really react to this line the first few times you saw it. it’s the second chapter, kiu has a lot of slightly-odd lines which turn out to be foreshadowing. me, personally? my first thought was “oh, i guess angels are probably associated with escorting the dead to the afterlife,“ and then i moved on.

they’re not, though. that’s what reapers do. and there’s no way humans have these two races mixed up. just fucking look at them.

do they look anything alike to you??? no. they don’t. which raises the question of why, exactly, magnus said that.

now, we don’t know a lot about angels as a whole. pit (and by extension dark pit) is emphatically not the gold standard of angeldom. we can assume he looks fairly ordinary for an angel, seeing as no one has trouble identifying him as such. beyond that, though, a lot of what we know about angels comes from what pit isn’t. for starters, he can’t fly. and there’s something else, too, but i’ll get to that later.

before that, though, i’m gonna go through the various unsubstantiated comments made by people with a dubious level of authority on the subject. (incidentally, i sourced these screenshots from the wiki— much more convenient than trying to dig through youtube for every single random conversation.)

without any further ado! let’s get into it!

Angels as Messengers

Gaol: Aw, Palutena’s little messenger boy. And Magnus, it’s always a pleasure. (src)

in the specific context of overanalyzing magnus’s first line, this is an important sentence to pick out. magnus and gaol are both humans, both with presumably a fairly similar history as mercenaries up until gaol got stuffed in a suit of armor. but while magnus makes a weird comment about death, gaol calls pit a messenger.

and pit agrees with her!

Viridi: I wish I had an angel to do my bidding. It’s like having an intern.

Pit: I’m not an intern. I’m a messenger of the gods!

Viridi: Poor Pit. Don't you know that the definition of angel is "errand spirit"? (src)

this particular conversation is the most insight we get into angels as a whole, i think. viridi thinks of angels as like divine interns, there to do little tasks for gods, and palutena doesn’t exactly disagree with her. pit says they’re specifically messengers, which lines up with biblical mythology. i could see the traditional role of angels in the world of KI being exactly that, showing up to tell the humans what the gods have to say because the gods themselves are too busy being petty jerks to do it themselves.

The Angel’s Code of Conduct

Magnus: You go in fully dressed? Don't you at least want to change into a...swimming tunic or something?

Pit: Oh, no no no! The angel's code of conduct says that we must always be ready for duty.

Magnus: I guess you wouldn't be an angel if you didn't do things by the book. (src)

Pit: Hey! You know the angel's code of conduct! I need to be prepared at all times! (src)

another random little thing is the angel’s code of conduct. without a larger sample size, we can’t know if it’s a real thing or just an excuse to save on laundry, but apparently it’s against the rules to not be on call at all times. in pit’s case, the duty he has to be ready for is doing palutena’s dirty work, but it can easily mean just about anything— including, of course, being a messenger.

No Warrior

Chariot Master: But you are no warrior, angel. Tell me, why do you fight?

Pit: I fight for Lady Palutena. And I fight for the people under her protection!

Chariot Master: That's not reason enough for an angel. (src)

remember how i said there was something else weird about pit? the chariot master seems to think angels aren’t very prone to battle— or perhaps even that they’re actively opposed to it. this lines up well with the idea that they’re supposed to be messengers, peaceful go-betweens for gods and mortals. this does not line up well with pit, the adorable weapon of mass destruction.

and it also does absolutely nothing to explain the question driving the whole existence of this post.

you know what does kinda lean towards an explanation?

No Other Angels

Pit: Do all gods have their own angels, like you have me?

Palutena: No, I don't think that's necessarily the case. (src)

i said before that the Intern Pit conversation had the most illuminating information on angels. this is what i was actually referring to. on its own, it’s pretty innocuous, but it’s just as weird as the magnus line. shouldn’t pit know about other angels, seeing as he is one himself? but he doesn’t know if there are other angels.

the only angels we ever see are him and his clone. no one ever directly references the existence of other angels, they only make general statements about what angels as a whole are like— statements which clearly don’t apply to pit, meaning they’re not just extrapolating based on the one angel that definitely does exist.

the one time someone does comment on the hypothetical existence of other angels, palutena gives a vague answer to the tune of “no,” the topic is changed, and no one brings it up again.

let’s go over everything i’ve established about angels up to this point. they can fly, they’re peaceful messengers of the gods, and pit is the only one that seems to exist as of the start of KIU.

it should be pretty obvious at this point what answer i’m dancing around, if it wasn’t obvious from the start. pit is the only angel around because all the other ones are dead. the reason why magnus said what he did is that his thought process went something like this:

See an angel.

Think “Aren’t angels extinct? Is that a ghost? Am I a ghost? I sure hope not.“

Make a quip about that.

Move on with his life, because he isn’t dead and evidently neither is this guy.

i’m not gonna pretend i went into this post with the intent of any other conclusion to that mystery. anyone who’s bothered glancing over a plot summary for the original kid icarus can draw that conclusion. it’s certainly what i did, reinforced by fics by people who had the same thought!

the truth, however, is that this was all a trick to get you to read my analysis of the theoretical nature of angels as a race. now that you’re invested, i’m going to dramatically throw aside my cape and reveal my TRUE FORM: telling people that fandom consensus is wrong, and my ideas are cooler and better than everyone else’s and you should all throw roses at my feet and bow before your king.

(or just, y’know, take it as the subjective analysis that it is. whatever floats your boat.)

Hot Takes

the original kid icarus does not actually tell you about angels going extinct. here’s the wiki article with the full text of the backstory, just for convenience, so you know what i’m on about for the rest of this post.

so, the part of the story that i think gets misinterpreted is this part about palutena’s army.

Medusa led a surprise attack on Palutena's army which could barely fend off the attack. Palutena's army suffered major losses and was heavily defeated in the final battle.

specifically, i think a lot of people interpret said army as having been made up at least partly of angels. sure, in the actual game it consists entirely of centurions, but you have to take old NES games with a grain of salt. i know i don’t buy for a second that pit was part of palutena’s guard before the original game (he was just too goddamn young), there’s nothing wrong with reinterpreting things.

recall everything i established about angels already, though. this is the hot official lore, from the game everyone knows and loves. angels are messengers, and if the chariot master is to be believed, never warriors. pit is an outlier. palutena’s army consists of centurions, not angels. if medusa wiped them out, it wasn’t because they were fighting for palutena.

(and honestly, i don’t think angels are necessarily associated with palutena exclusively. sure, she’s got the wing imagery, and she’s got the one known surviving angel working for her, at least up until pittoo is born. but angels are messengers of the gods, not messengers of palutena. again, pit is an outlier.)

which all brings us to the real question of this post.

what the FUCK happened to all the other angels? why is there only pit? why does magnus act surprised to see a messenger of the gods, and make a quip about being dead, if not because angels are otherwise extinct?! WHO KILLED THEM, AND WHY?!

thus concludes the “over analyzing one-off lines“ show. see you next, uh, maybe at some point if i feel like it!

(also another thought i had but couldn’t find room to fit it in properly: the gods don’t really act like angels are all extinct, but i feel like that can be explained through the sheer scale of a god’s lifespan. if we assume they were wiped out sometime around the original kid icarus (even if not as palutena’s army) then that’s a whole twenty-five years. that’s a long time for us humans, but for a god, that might as well be last tuesday. “yeah, i know what angels are like. sure wish i could have one. too bad palutena’s got a monopoly on the one single angel that medusa didn’t manage to wreck.”)

[syn0vial]

do you by any chance have any more boba facts? 🥺🥺 i love it if you would grace me with your vast boba knowledge 🥰

i’d be happy to oblige, friend! here are some more miscellaneous boba deets, courtesy of the EU/legends 😊

though there are varying portrayals by different authors re: boba’s take on collateral damage, one of my favorites comes from one of the earliest boba fett stories. in it, boba is hunting han solo (of course) some time after the events of the original trilogy, but during the mission, things go awry and a civilian character is mortally wounded by a blaster bolt meant for han. boba, who in this timeline has never killed the wrong target before, proceeds to let han solo run away so he can check on the woman and, once he realizes that she’s too far gone to save, he administers something to ease her passing and kneels by her side, holding her hand until she passes away. it’s a surprisingly tender scene and goes to show that, as ruthless as he is, boba just isn’t willing to let someone die a slow, painful, lonely death for his fuck-up.

speaking of han, as boba gets older, he becomes deeply embarrassed by his “rivalry” with solo as a young man and will insist to anyone who brings it up that it wasn’t a thing and that han just tells everyone they’re “nemeses” for the Drama Of It All

this is infinitely more hilarious if you’ve read early EU work in which boba’s rivalry with han consisted mostly of boba obsessively hunting him while han is like “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING WEIRDO” 

speaking of things boba finds embarrassing once he’s older, at one point, he’s trying to verify the legit-ness of someone claiming to be telemetric (able to read memories off of objects), so he gives the man a necklace belonging to another bounty hunter he was romantically involved in as a teenager. boba is very skeptical and not expecting much, until the man starts reciting pick-up lines boba used at the wise old age of 16 

cue boba just about dying inside

like, his thoughts are literally just, “OH GOD, IT’S ALL TOO STUPID FOR HIM TO BE MAKING UP ON THE SPOT, HE FUCKING KNOWS”

honestly, they’re less pick-up lines and more just. a very sincere list of reasons he likes this other bounty hunter.

“YOU’RE GOOD AT SHOOTING THINGS. YOU’RE PRETTY??? I TRUST YOU???”

love that apparently boba’s idea of flirting as a teenager was just frantically chucking heartfelt positive statements at someone in no particular order

to his credit, it did work 😂

the lowest amount boba has ever killed someone for is three credits. this happens bc boba is trying to save the son of a clone, connor, from his creditors, initially by offering to pay his debt of half a million credits for him. when the creditor rejects boba’s offer and insists that he’d rather kill connor, connor fishes into his pockets, produces three credits, and goes, “HEY, FETT, I’LL GIVE YOU THREE CREDITS IF YOU KILL THIS ASSHOLE FOR ME” and boba’s like, “u kno what, fuck it” and does just that.

boba in the aftermath of fucking up all the shit, standing next to connor in a room full of dead bodies, including one rancor: “you owe me three credits :/”

okay, now for some cultural stuff, starting with mando’a!

though boba in the mandalorian seems at least able to read mando’a script, in the EU, he doesn’t start to learn mando’a until he’s much older

naturally, some of the first words he picks up are curse words LMAO

man is a stoic, battle-hardened bounty hunter and he still learns languages like a fucking fourth grader 

aside from cusses, two words he has particular reactions to are aruetii and ba’buir

aruetii means “outsider” or “non-mandalorian” and boba feels weird and self-conscious using it bc, uh... that... probably includes him in the eyes of most mandalorians, huh?

ba’buir means “grandfather.” in the EU, he does indeed have a granddaughter who calls him this and he becomes quietly attached to the it as a term of address—to the point where, when his granddaughter refers to her grandmother as “ba’buir” as well, boba has a moment of “hey wait, that’s my word >:(”... before remembering that the word can be used for both. GENDERLESS NOUNS, BAY-BEE

boba has... mostly negative feelings about the mandalorian view of the afterlife or the manda. basically, it’s a collective consciousness of every mandalorian who has ever died. non-mandalorians don’t go there bc according to traditional mandalorian belief, non-mandalorians don’t have souls

it’s quite telling that the normally not-very-expressive boba winces when the topic of the manda is brought up. and then when he’s asked what his problem is, he has a whole list of questions/objections to the manda as a concept. what if a mandalorian doesn’t want to go to the manda? do you have to spend eternity having your consciousness mixed with real monsters like tor vizsla and montross (mandalorians associated with death watch responsible for orphaning/betraying boba’s father)? what if you have non-mandalorian family members? are they allowed to come? and if an exception is made for them, why not the rest of the galaxy?

it’s interesting, bc clearly this isn’t a subject boba doesn’t know or care about; he’s obviously thought about it a lot to have all this to say about it. honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if he put so much thought into it bc it may very well have been the afterlife jango believed in.

also, to end on a lighter note, boba is hilariously bad at all the like... leadership parts of being mand’alor.

there’s one scene where beviin drags him to a town hall meeting and all the other mandalorians are arguing over whether they should involve themselves in the new republic’s conflicts or not and boba’s like, “wow, this is really interesting. let me just quietly listen to all these different points being raised and think about—wait, why is everyone looking at me—oh. oh shit, they’re expecting me to actually say something.”

POOR MAN JUST WANTS TO GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS OF HAVING FOUR LINES ACROSS THREE MOVIES. STOP EXPECTING HIM TO MAKE WORDS 😩