#that you have to hurt and punish each mistake your children make so they can be “strong enough for the real world”

[evelynpr]

No one did "a Father's tough love" like Arlecchino

You KNOW she wants to tell her children how proud she is of them. How she wants to know what they're up to and what they like. How she wants to be a real caring father. How she wants to always ask "are you okay? Do you need help? What can I do for you?"

But she can't care. Caring is a lie, and being cared for makes you vulnerable. She has to be strong, because she must protect her children. She must protect her children, so she cannot feel cared by them. However, the children must care for each other, so they can be strong.

They cannot care for me, because they must be strong without me. They should not care for me, only fear me, for that is how they will survive without me.

[ilovefictionalcuntymen]

Sfw and nsfw headcanons because I’m fucking down bad for this man.

[AFAB Reader]

Go here for pt. 2

CALCHARO SFW HEADCANONS:

• Can’t say no to you. Like he literally can’t, he loves you so much it’s hard to do so.

• Is very distant and closed off in the beginning, but once you get closer and become someone really dear to him, he’ll make sure you’re safe and love you HARD

• Like dude’s the definition of one fell first but the other fell HARDER

• Tries to remain serious, but he can’t help but smile slightly whenever you’re trying to make him laugh

• Can come off as controlling, especially when it’s about protecting his people. He will act on what he thinks is the best for his people, including you. Especially you. He doesn’t care if he comes off as mean, controlling or egoistic. He’ll do anything in his power to keep his loved ones safe, even if many may consider his doings wrong.

• He has a soft spot for kids. He swears he hates them but whenever you’re at the city to buy supplies or look for bounties, you can clearly see him sometimes watch the children play with a faint smile on his lips. You even caught him buy candy for two kids who were sad they didn’t have the money to get it themselves and he swears to this day that it never happened.

• He hates when you ignore him. Communication is like butter and bread to him, he can’t stand not knowing what’s going on. If you punish that man by giving him the silent treatment he’s probably going nuts over it. He’ll be distracted for the whole day, doing simple tasks wrong and shocking the people around him since he’s usually never lacking in anything.

• Even though communication is important to him, he’s shit at it. Man will literally confess his love to you and still make it sound like he hates you at the same time.

• He respects the fuck out of women. He doesn’t give a fuck what sex you’re born with, he won’t underestimate you and will ALWAYS take you serious. He thinks women can achieve everything men can too and he’s all for women being independent.

• He hates pda, but one thing he’ll never admit is that he does enjoy it when you occasionally grab his hand when you’re out and walking beside each other. It makes him feel fuzzy and he hates that you have that much control over him.

CALCHARO NSFW HEADCANONS:

• He is the type of guy who would let you be on top and not be a bitch about it, he doesn’t care if he is on top or underneath, he only cares about the time you’re sharing with each other and it’s important for him that you’re comfortable <3

• His sex drive is probably rather low but he wouldn’t mind helping you out whenever you need release and he would devour you or finger you anytime you want as log as he’s not busy

• Definitely enjoys going down on you more than the other way around. Something about you squirming under his touch, moaning and whimpering while he laps at your puffy pussy scratches him the right way. While he’s not necessarily a traditionalist, he does enjoy being in power more than the other way around.

• He’s probably more vanilla because he isn’t that much into sexual stuff. He doesn’t mind trying things out with you and he enjoys it most of the time, so if you like something more kinky he would always at least try it, however there’s some things he does feel uncomfortable with, such as hurting you. He won’t go further other than spanking you and pulling your hair.

• His favourite positions would probably be things like missionary or mating press because he loves nothing more than looking at you while he makes love to you. He prefers deep and intimate sex, because whenever he fucks you, he wants you to know it has a meaning and that he isn’t just doing it to satisfy his desires, but because he loves you and wants to make all moments between the two of you count.

• Would occasionally get rough when he had a bad day while out with his ghost hounds. If something went wrong or he made a mistake (mostly due to miscalculating something that was out of his control), he will be so frustrated and even when he hates it, sometimes he let’s it out on you. However he understands a no and would never do that if you’re against it. But you never protest which results in him just fucking you dumb and later apologising as he cleans you up, placing light kisses on your shoulder.

• He’s the type to groan and hold back his moans. You don’t even know why because he said multiple times he’s not embarrassed around you, but for some reason you have to yet hear him moan or whimper. There were occasions where his grunts were getting close to moans but that’s as far as it goes. However you made it your mission to make this man crumble under your touch and you’re more than sure you’ll be able to achieve that one day.

• He loves intertwining hands and pressing your foreheads together while fucking <3

• Likes worshipping your boobs more than he would admit. He definitely does suck on them and fumble with them more than he has to.

• Doesn’t last all too long but will always try to make you cum at least once or else he won’t be satisfied.

• Becomes putty in your hands when you stroke him while whispering sweet, naughty things into his ear, the first time you did that he didn’t even last 2 minutes.

• Doesn’t do much dirty talk

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If y’all want another part or another character you can always request that, I also do one shots

Love y’all stay safe <3

[deaddovedecadence]

hello ! I hope you’re well I wanted to ask you if are planning to do something about the platonic batfamily ? Thank you for your work, you’re literally my favorite blog 🥰. (sorry if there are spelling mistakes)

Ah thank you for the question i love it so much! What we’re doing today is breaking down each yandere and how they treat you in order

Alfred: very gentle, very caring. He makes you think that he’s on your side only to betray you if you ever try to run away. His loyalty is to the health and well being of the family and if you left it would nasty for all parties involved. He isn’t overly possessive, and is the most likely to let you out and about (so long as you’re with him or another trusted member of the family)

Bruce: At least you were a tool for making up with his son, but he grew to see you as his own child. You’re younger then Dick so he treats you as such, and is very unlikely to let you out of his grip,/let you out of the house because he’s paranoid. He’s the ultimate possessive yandere, wanting to keep you safe in the house at all times. He’s like this with his children too but because they’re fighters/have proven themselves it’s a lot different

Dick: Good luck with this. Dick sees you as someone who deserves childhood, who deserves to be young, so he treats you younger then you actually are. He’s very possessive, and almost doesn’t realize that you’re capable of taking care of yourself and he’s ver y smothering because of that. He’s the type of yandere to be in his own world and not really see. things as they actually are..

Jason: Caretaker to the fucking MAX. He likes. taking care of people and things that he considers his and you are absolutely one of those things to him. He needs to tak3 of things because it makes him feel real, feel. focused again especially when he’s tired of angry. The least likely to ever hurt you but will break you mentally if he has to.

Cass: does not get it, at first. She doesn’t understand why her family wants something that she perceives as helpless as one of them. Cass is all about getting her shit done and you interfere with that. It isn’t until she sees Jason visibly relax around you and stay in the same room as bruce that she understands. You keep things stable which means that you need to stay. She‘ s obsessively, can be cruel and uses physical punishment like forced dancing or sparring to keep you in check if you leave or deny your place in the family.

Tim: Oh good fuck. Tim is pretty close to yandere in canon, he’s terrifying, possessive of what he thinks is his and cruel as hell. with you he’s cruel cold, only to turn gentle when he deems it the right moment. Tim wants to break you because that means that you won’t run away and try to go and be somewhere else (with someone else). Tim is sadiastic and if he and damian are working together it’s best to go and beg jason for sanctuary from them.

Duke: Honeslty you aren’t sure whether he’s like you or like them at first because Duke is so easy doing, listens to your problems so well and makes. you feel like you’r valid for being angry. It’s all true what he says, it’s just that he also is on his family’s side about you and is slowly working his way into your heart in a way that the others can’t because they’ve never been where you (and he) has. Duke is the gentle yandere unless you really manage to make him angry by getting hurt in any way.

Damian: I wish you the best of luck. Damian is the son of thalia and bruce. His ver y nature is to be possessive over anything that he considers his and you are his. You’re his older sibling in a way that Dick is, someone to be trusted, someone to ask questions too, but that does not mean he’ll let you escape. If anything the thought makes him infuriated and he’s likely to blow up. Damian is obsessive, and sadistic, willing to do anything if it means that you’re safe at home with him.

[thebottomfromhell]

can i please request the upper moons +muzan falling for a human female reader please? i kinda wanna see how they treat reader different ( cause akaza don’t hurt women)

Ok, female version of this post, then. Again, it won't be pretty, Reader being a woman instead of a man won't make most of these guys act much different, since the reaction was more focused on Reader's humanity than the gender/sex. But they would feel it very differently, considering that this guys would be sexist AF (reminder that being sexist is more than hitting women).

For this time I will not be adding Muzan for tha sake of making something more abour him later (Sexism is an important topic for this prompt, and I am still figuring out how to make traist of his) sorry for that. :''/

Uppermoons reaction of falling in love with Human Female Reader

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Reader's death, Cannibalism, Yandere behavior, Mentioned torture, Non-consented body modifications (becoming a demon), Implied non-con sexual content, Predatory-animalistic behavior, Münchausen syndrome, Vore elements (not in a kinky way), Implied child abuse, Typical sexism of the time period, Mentions of menstrual period, And Each of these is a warning on their own.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

First things first, Daki loathes you. She sees you as hag trying to steal her big brother away from her. Good luck so she doesn't kill you.

"I have my eyes on you, you whore! I'm watching!" .... brats.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro knows he likes you but he doesn't want to acccept it. Liking a human? It's acary, a weakness against other demons and slayers.

Also, he is sure you won't want him, an ugly freak with a lady, what a laugh! He can't trust you, specially if you say you want him back. It's a lie.

He doesn't know how to behave with you, the only person he ever loved was his sister, and he was never able to tell her "no", and he is sure he won't be able to say it to you too. That is scary.

You have a lot of power over him, he protects you, takes care of you, obeys you when you tell him something, but he stays away most of the time.

He looks at you, yearning, to the point it's obssesive. You never leave his head.

Daki, because she has been also looking, knows if you do something, threats and destroys your things, protective over Gyutaro.

"Daki, ne... cut it off." "BUT ONII-CHAN!"

Make a move yourself, or this will continue until you die, since Gyutaro will also protect you from his sister, but won't be able to stop her completely. She hates you.

He won't force you to anything, respect you, understand you have it hard as a woman without him, so he won't hold it against you id you want to leave. Or at least he will try not to.

Still, against him? You will always be free.

Gyokko:

Gyokko is fast to figure put what he wants you to do, that he wants you to stay, even if it takes a bit more time to figure out how he feels about you.

You fill his taste, there is no mistake, and his tastes are the best. So he makes sure to praise you almost as much as his ability to choose.

"You are beautiful, no canvas can compare to you. Look at yourself and tell me I am right, that you don't deserve my praise and attention."

He will teach you a bit of his arts, even if he doesn't really expects you to learn in the same "profesional" way he does. Art for women is a hobby, and if it gets as far to be a job then they must abandon the idea of having husband and children.

Then again, he is not a husband, and having him gatting you away from human standards and society might give you the chance to be a true artist.

He eats parts of you as punishment id he thinks you crossed the line, but he is more lenient he would be if you were a man. "Woman are more fragile and hysterical, of course you I need to be understanding."

3 strikes is a foot in his mouthes, 6 to the knee, 9 all the leg. You can only have so many strikes before becoming more a burden than you are worth, without limbs.

You can beg for him to turn you or die, neither way he will make a piece of art of your body before your death. You will be sublime no matter what, but life will only come with begging.

He will make you stay awake through the pain, he will open you up a hole in your stomach, mold it into a form that represents the new birth. He will take away your organs, use your blood as make-up, dress you up nicely in red and white.

He won't even take a bite off as he pours his blood in the new hole, making you his forever.

Hantengu:

He cowers away at the slightlest chance of falling in love.

He disappeared, almost from thin air. Hiding... from a human... Upper 4 for you, ladies...

He comes back to cry about it, sobbing and sometimes hurting you with his clwas by accident as he grabs you.

He had several wives in his life as human, he knows how to treat them, or at least he should know, feeling pressured.

Why can't he just treat you like he treated them? Why is he so scared? He knows he is not doing it right but he can't bring himself to be charming and behave as a gentleman.

He is aware of his flaws, and id terrified with the idea you will leave him for it, even if he is not around most of the time, coming back and forward, comes to cry and then leaves.

Are you food? Are you beloved? Are you useless? Are you beautiful? Are you conforting? Are you nice? Are you about to die because of him? Are you going to reject him?

He will stab you in your sleep, or in an argument, he killed wives during those before. All with a knife instead of his abilities as a demon.

He didn't have to be a demon to kill women and children, and he is really sorry, but you had to die for his sake.

Sekido:

Ok, you have three seconds before shit explodes, so if you run you might save yourself.

3... 2... 1... "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!" There it is, that is all it took him.

A few days he kept think of you and he knew... you fucked up. You must scape until he calms down.

The fact that a fragile human, a defenceless woman, can make his heart beat faster and his face blush is simoly embarrasing. He hates it, it makes him angry, it makes him feel vulnerable.

The other clones are your best bet to get it this far, go for Karaku, he will keep you alive only for the sake of teasing Sekido.

Both of you know you will die, the more the likes you, the worse he will feel, and he will take it out of you.

You are just a human, you won't be able to survive him unless you become a demon, but he will not accept your refusal. He won't even tell you.

The relationship becomes stable in your new form, he just bites your neck and opens his wrist with his nails to transform you.

"Don't you dare trying to get away from me, woman."

Karaku:

"Gonna rock your body all night, it's lust at first sight" - probably Karaku if he knew Chris Crocker.

That is your chance for survival, and you take it, making him chose lust over gluttony.

He does threat of getting rid of you, but he makes sure to get you money, besides the flirting and gifts, considering he is aware he basically ruined your chance of a married life. He teases you about it when he feels cruel.

He makes sure to pleasure you, even if you don't want to, you don't get to make that choice.

It does take him more years than if you were a man to realize this is not normal lust, but that he is romantically attected to you.

He decides to transform you into a demon, doesn't warn or ask, when he realizes it.

He does it during sex, he bites you, moaning against your new wounds and the taste of blood. He will open his neck for you.

He will offer yourself to you once you wake up as a demon, memories lost and replaced with hunger and thirst. Not remembering the cold feeling of losing blood against his skin.

"Hey love~. Spend the night with me, will ya? I am all yours now, show me what you can do with it~."

Urogi:

Good news, Urogi doesn't want to hurt you.

Bad news, Urogi will hurt you anyway.

It's not even on purpose, he just gets carried away when he plays with you. He is not the most aware of the clones, so playful scratches and bites become dangerous.

He chases you sometimes, always wants attention, to play with you.

He likes to stay with you while you sleep, cuddling against you, sometimes you find him smelling around your scrotch when you are in your period, keeping his face around the area like a dog...

He gets bored of your limitations rather easily, so he decides to try to turn you i to a demon, consecuences be damned.

The last straw is a night when you have your period, the bited part of your legs your thighs, excited in different ways by the scent of ruined blood and vagubal fluids.

Then he will bleed into you, biting his own wrist off, feeding you chunks of his arms after spreading the blood over you.

He will chew and feed you mouth to mouth if it troubles you, only wanting to play with you, the new demon you.

Aizetsu:

His priority is that you are human.... and again, he is rude and hurtful about it.

"It's so sad for both of us. You can't be enough for me just like I can't be what you need. Pathetic." This bit-

Just a heartbeat put of place and knots in the throat were enough for Aizetsu to figure it out, and he didn't like it.

Humans are meant to die, besides, he can't be the husband you would need.

Still, he takes the chance of comfort, to pretend for both of you. He manipulates you into feeling pity for him, and that is how the relationship is formed.

He does kill you, painless and softly conforting you first, the second it becomes a problem.

He will also let you have your last words and wishes, will tell you that he wishes he could have been husband material for you.

He makes a memorial, kisses your corpse goodbye before leaving you behind.

"This is so sad."

Nakime:

Truth be told, she is not surprised.

She can see the appeal in you, she has always prefered women over men, Muzan being the exception, even if he is the exception of many things.

Nakime is very lenient with you, she understands that, as a human, you are more fragile than her, so she must treat you carefully.

She would not put you above Muzan, but she takes care of you, gives you gifts, spends time with you, praises you. You are a lovely lady to her.

Still, unless he approves she will not be transforming you. If he does, she will without any second thought or opinion.

The breaking deal is the next one, she kidnaps you for a while and the leaves you safely at your home. She controls all the interactions.

Why should she listen to you? She adores you, but you are still a human, nothing worth her obedience.

She would not kill you, no matter what. The only way you could die like this is suicide, age or ilness.

Then again, at the end Muzan decides to let her turn you, so he bleeds into a cup and feeds you ger blood, not letting you out until you do.

Akaza:

It starts when Akaza accidently calls you "Koyuki..." the first time you met. He fell hard and fast, and in a painful way.

He begged you to stay, not really knowing why. He cried, grabbed your legs as his knees stayed on the floor.

He needs you, craves for you, to the point of obsession. It takes him a while for him to realize he could turn you into a demon, because part of him venerates the image of a human girl with pink eyes and cheeks.

He can't hurt you when you deny him, but he wants to. He needs to, you have to understand why you should want to be a demon. Why you should want to be forever young, strong and healthy, to stay in the way things were before the poison in the well.

At the same time, he wants to take care of you, and he starts inviting himself to your house, doing the chores and watching you sleep.

He doesn't understand why he is always cheking your temperature and if you are breathing correctly, there is something relieving but also off putting when you always are ok. As if you should be sick.

Maybe part of him wants you to be sick so he can take care of you, but he can't hurt you.

You can't get rid of him, no matter how much you try, he always ends tucking you to bed and forcing you to stay in there until you sleep. He never listens, always treat you as if you were fragile and sick.

He learns how to make your favorites, cleans the house and laundry, starts getting money and pretends to nurse you, even if you don't have anything.

He doesn't know how to feel when you die of age, it's the only way you could die like this, but he breaks. Again.

Sometimes he still calls you Koyuki.

Douma:

Douma starts comparing you with Kotoha and his mother, he is quite vocal about it.

He tells you how silly you are, that his mom and Kotoha were the same, but each of you had your charm.

Yes, "had". He mostly talks about you in past tense, ge is planning to eat you soon. Kotoha almost scaped him and his mother became "too irrational, killed my father with a knife but poisoned herself" with time, so he wants to spare you the chase.

He talks about your face, your eyes, your hair and skin, mostly, he does things he did with Kotoha, hoping to make you laugh. Simple pleasures, not meant to last.

Both women left him, he is 100% sure you would if he gave you the chance, so he doesn't. He kept you by his side for some months, at most.

You are fun to be with, and he is sure he is fun to be around with too... maybe. Not that it matters, you don't really have a choice. Your words against his.

Also, turning you into a demon would give you the chance to run away while he is in a meeting with the other moons. How silly and stupid would it be from him!

He has made his mind to eat you the second he notices that, whatever he is feeling, this lust hunger, this craving, is like Kotoha's.

Because of his experience with her, he will make sure it's in his room, to make it right this time. Also, he will break your leg first, so you can run, coveribg your mouth and cooing you as you try to scream.

He will eat your tongue and lips first, complimenting the taste and texture, in a soft kiss, not really caring if you want it or not. That way you won't be able to formulate your screams for help.

He starts eating you from below, wanting to finish with your head and eyes since he had to blow Kotoha's. He doesn't want to repreat the regret of ruining such a pretty face.

Douma takes his time with you, talking softly and gently, praising you you taste and feel in his mouth, praising how you look.

He is more than satisfied after he finished, stomach full and you forever inside of him. Lovely.

Kokushibou:

This is the first time in his life that he wants the attention of a woman that isn't his mother.

He never felt attracted to women (or anyone, even if he always felt more in place sharing his life with other men), his wife included, he married her as his duty of producing heirs.

Having a woman by his side has always been a responsibility at best, a chore at worst.

But he wants you, and he can't understand it. It's new and confusing, that is the only reason he notices a few days after he catched feelings. Because loving women, wanting women, it's not normal for him.

He watches you, even yearns for you, but his pride and confusion don't make him do anything.

He blames you, resents you, calls you "a temptress" in his mind. What have you done to him? At least he doesn't conpare you to his his brother, but his other relationship with women don't let him relate you to a pleasure.

You are also human, meant to die like his mother and wife did, meant to be remember just as someone's husband and mother. Why are you stealing his attention, then? There is nothings special about you.

But this way it's easier to pretend he doesn't care the moment you die, easier than with Yoriich.

You are lovely, he keeps you around, but besides that? You are just a woman. A pause from his life as a samurai demon at best, a distraction at worst.

He will resent you after you die, but he will also forget you the same way he forgot about the other women in his life. There are only two people in his life with any importance, one was a boy to a man, the other is his King and Master. Women were never important in his life.

[inutargaryen]

Summary: For everyone today is Aegon and Helaena’s wedding. For you, it’s a funeral, a punishment of the gods, your living death.

Continuation of the last time.

CW: angst, suicidal ideation, YEARNING ⋆｡°✩──────────────────────────⋆｡°✩

Today is a funeral. Others will cheer and celebrate, cups will be filled to the brim with wine and people will lay kisses on the happy couple’s cheek. But for you, today is a funeral. You are dressed by your maids in your finest robes, but they do not know each lace of your dress is a nail in your coffin. Your sworn sword oblivious to the fact he is marching you to your death. 

Today is a funeral, but like all other days you pray. You start your day in the privacy of the temple, surrounded by septas. You wonder if they have ever sat here, praying love away. You are desperate for relief. You need the divorce from your feelings, but your call is unanswered. You are paying for your sins, the gods punish and laugh at you. You light your candle and say their names, Helaena … Aegon for it’s their funeral too. His name is like a poison on your tongue so you keep it in your mind, if you speak it he will seep into you again. 

You’re in no mood for conversation, there is no reason to smile or fill the halls with small talk. It is your station as a niece to watch your aunt be dressed, and you are confined to duty. So you watch as she’s fitted in wedding robes as your palms bleed from the weight of your nails inside of them. She is beautiful, she is shining, empty.  She looks to you for guidance, the gods punish you, you tell her it is a match from the heavens. You wish you were dead. 

Now you follow behind her with the melody of happy lutes. Your feet must ignore your brain that tells you to collapse. You continue on to your death march until you reach your seat. The halls are massive, draped in white and red, but to you it feels small. You only see him. His cups have already been filled, you can tell, as he struggles to stand. His mother looks at him with the same disappointment she always does and you know it hurts him. Aegon looks less like the man you know and more like the boy you knew. He keeps his gaze upon you and you shift yours down. You can feel him begging you to gaze back and you want to oblige, you won’t. It’s his wedding and your funeral, you cannot blend the two. One look is all it takes to lose your senses. 

You can feel your mother’s sympathy staring into you, and her hand reaching out for yours but you hide your blood stained palm in shame. It’s a joyous occasion, isn’t it? Your head is held low until the vows begin, and even then, your eyes are on Helaena. His hands tie the ribbon over hers, they’re trembling. They are tied under the eyes of The Seven. The noose is tied around your neck. You claw at the gold plate on your throat; it feels like a cinder block. For once you look to him how he comes to you, tears in your eyes weak and needy. He looks to you desperate and angry, before he can make a mistake you rise from your seat with the other guests. You walk in a brisk motion, you can hear him clawing through the crowd behind you. You are both second children, this is the fate you suffer, he will never seat a throne and he will never be yours. This curse is all you shall share.

The halls are filled with the sounds of your gold plate falling to the ground. You claw at your skin. You are suffocating and cant find the source. His drunken footsteps quicken behind you, almost tripping on himself. You try to get away faster, lifting your dress as you make haste, but you feel yourself drowning. He grabs at your arm, you slap at his hand. He pulls you into his waist, you plead to him and the gods above. “ Is it not punishment enough?” But he does not let go, no- he cannot let go. He breathes in your scent as he holds your hips and you fall apart. His touch is tender and comforting, lacking the hunger you both know so well. You are the weak one, you are tear stained and you need him, you need him, you need him. 

When he reaches out to kiss your bloodied palm you melt into his touch. And when his lips raise to your neck, you hold his hair. He releases his grip and you spin to face him. He is the boy you fell in love with in the nursery, you are the girl he will never forget. Your lips join in nostalagia. This kiss is different from your others, a knowing end passes between your lips. You pull away, you’ve never missed a class with your Septa, nor told a lie to your mother, nor crushed a bug with your heel. His love belongs The Mother now. 

This is duty and sacrifice, his mother would accept you as his match if she saw you now. Defeated your head rests against his forehead. With your eyes closed you can imagine life with him, and all is well. You pull away before you no longer have the strength to. His hands stretch out to you as you depart. You will not look back. The gods punish you as he says your name. 

 Today is a funeral. It’s your funeral. You die a million tiny deaths. This is the cost of loving him.

[persephonememes]

* (  THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ i was just really, really sad. ❜

❛ dead doesn’t mean gone. ❜

❛ i thought i was going to die too. ❜

❛ it only felt like dying because, actually, i was still alive. ❜

❛ to truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them. ❜

❛ we can’t count on the past. ❜

❛ we think we have it trapped in our memories, but memories fade. ❜

❛ you’ll find it much quieter out here. ❜

❛ any of us could die at any moment. ❜

❛ she/he was my anchor. ❜

❛ i’m a lot braver than people think. ❜

❛ nothing holds, and all things change, given time. ❜

❛ change does not often announce itself. ❜

❛ all things fade. ❜

❛ time takes all things. ❜

❛ it is the way of the world. ❜

❛ the past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. ❜

❛ everything yields to time, even the soul. ❜

❛ there’s a difference between feeling good and feeling alive. ❜

❛ funerals are for the living. it’s up to the living to decide what they can and cannot bear. ❜

❛ i don’t know why brilliant young women are always punished. ❜

❛ you don’t have to lose yourself to find happiness, you know. ❜

❛ i was having the strangest dream. ❜

❛ what have you got when your back’s against the wall when there’s nothing left for you but faith? ❜

❛ sometimes, right can seem wrong, and wrong can seem right. ❜

❛ do you know what life is really all about? ❜

❛ save them all if you can, but put your own oxygen mask on first. ❜

❛ death is something to mourn, not fear. ❜

❛ i wasn't going to ask you if you're alright because i don't like being lied to. so, what's wrong? ❜

❛ everyone is exhaustive. even the best ones. ❜

❛ we are meant to die. it's natural. ❜

❛ every living thing grows out of every dying thing. ❜

❛ that's where all it's beauty lies, you know, in the mortality of the thing. ❜

❛ one day at a time is what we've got. ❜

❛ one day at a time is what we've got. it's what everybody's got, if you get down to it. ❜

❛ if you can't feel anything, then i'll feel everything for the both of us. ❜

❛ but no one is going anywhere, okay? ❜

❛ you shouldn't be thinking of losing each-other at all. ❜

❛ don't let that loom over your happiness right now. ❜

❛ it is rare what you've got. ❜

❛ what is the catch? ❜

❛ i’m not running, from anything and it hurts me when you say that. ❜

❛ perfectly splendid. ❜

❛ you have to promise me that you’ll stay in your room. ❜

❛ none of us are blameless. ❜

❛ on a scale of zero to american, how would you rate her? ❜

❛ it’s such a draining thing, dealing with children. ❜

❛ i have an inquiring mind. ❜

❛ we both know you don’t make mistakes. ❜

❛ let me guess, you are to be our very own mary poppins? ❜

❛ i hope she haunts that fucker forever. ❜

❛ why should anyone hate a lake? ❜

❛ let me show you just how beautiful you are. ❜

❛ it’s just you and me then. ❜

❛ look at you all flush. you’re pretty when you blush. ❜

❛ being with him might be scary at times but, it’s also exciting and fun. ❜

❛ and for the first time in my life, that little voice in my head saying i’m not good enough has disappeared. ❜

❛ i’ve never felt so alive. ❜

❛ i swear, you’re such a bore, and you don’t know when the leave well enough alone. ❜

❛ sometimes people just need to be alone. ❜

❛ i couldn’t sleep. i feel like i can never sleep again, frankly. ❜

❛ haven’t we done this already? ❜

❛ i have a surprise for you. ❜

❛ i have a surprise for you. ❜

❛ don’t leave your room at night. ❜

❛ the past is always present. ❜

❛ the stories we tell each other have a way of changing. ❜

❛ love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered and i fear i never will. ❜

❛ no good ever comes from dwelling on the worst. ❜

❛ you can’t choose who you love. ❜

❛ ghosts do not have to be scary. they can be comforting. ❜

❛ the heart is a fragile thing, and it can break in many different ways. ❜

❛ people often fear what they cannot understand. ❜

❛ we are all haunted in some way, by the things we have lost or the things we have done. ❜

❛ death is not the end, it’s just a door we all have to go through. ❜

❛ the past cannot be changed, but it can still hurt us. ❜

❛ the things we bury have a way of finding their way back to the surface. ❜

❛ some people are born to be alone, and others are born to be together. ❜

❛ ghosts are memories, and memories are what make us who we are. ❜

❛ the dead don’t really leave us. they live on in the memories we have of them. ❜

❛ the more we try to run from something, the more it chases us. ❜

❛ we all have a shadow self, the part of us that we don’t like to admit exists. ❜

❛ the world is full of secrets, and some are best left buried. ❜

❛ the heart wants what it wants, and sometimes that can be a terrifying thing. ❜

❛ every relationship is a dance, and both people need to be willing to take a step forward. ❜

❛ life can be cruel, but it can also be beautiful. ❜

❛ we are all just playing a part, but some roles are harder to shake off than others. ❜

❛ the past is written, but the future is still unwritten. ❜

❛ the greatest tragedy in life is not death, but the things we leave unsaid. ❜

❛ i do not like this game. ❜

❛ i'm actually pretty in love with you. ❜

❛ no one should ever need that much help. ❜

❛ you let me handle this part. ❜

❛ the wrong kind of love can fuck you up, follow you and make you do some really stupid shit. ❜

[spacemonkeysalsa]

Any opinion on a character that focuses too much on approval/disapproval, I tend to dismiss. You know, unless it leads them to conclusions that I think are right for other reasons that they just didn't explore. Or, I would feel that way if I'd seen that, but I haven't.

If you're whole theory of the character is based off the approval system and doesn't take their actual story into account, you tend to be wrong.

Partly, this is because it's tricky to confidently know why a character reacts the way they do, though that's a fun exercise on its own. Every once in a while I'll read an explanation that completely nails it, but for every one fandom theory written by someone who actually sounds like they get the characters, I read about twenty from people who sound like they are maybe 12 hours into the game, or even familiar with the characters purely from marketing material they saw on Facebook.

Like, I do think speculating about certain moments of approval/disapproval is fun, and also, totally inevitable, but I only consider it on a case by case basis and not when it's extrapolated into something immutable.

IE - I think it's interesting that when you find Halsin in the bear cage you can throw rocks at him with the Goblin children and a) no one disapproves of this, including our animal lovers and our Halsin saviours and b) Astarion approves.

A bad example of analysing this would be "well b) Astarion is just evil and I guess a) the other characters think the bear is in jail for good reason" or more likely "idk a) it's not that deep unless its Astarion then its b) definitive proof he's irredeemable"

So,

a) I think they each have their own individual reasons for tolerating it, and its first important to note that at this point, none of them know the consequences of you doing this, because if they did, you'd see some disapproval for sure: Shadowheart appreciates subterfuge and commitment to it, so even though she doesn't like to see animals get hurt, she doesn't react and also has a high tolerance for situations in which a group mentality forces you to do something cruel. She has to. Karlach wants to give you the benefit of the doubt, so she probably tells herself that it was just a mistake. If you'd known what would happen, you never would have done it, maybe you thought a little extra pain and rage would motivate the bear, she knows something about that.

Wyll I legitimately think that when surrounded by Goblins, Wyll's ability to power through unpleasant situations and his rage goes way way up, and empathy consequently goes way down. He only ever gets nasty when it has to do with them. He's too focused on his enemies to consider much else.

Gale may love animals, canonically, but like I remember one time I was talking with someone who told this story about having to shoot a feral dog on his property when it went after his chickens, and this guy was clearly traumatised that he had to do this, but our clueless acquaintance just dismissively said "well you did what you had to" and proceeded to kind of invalidate the conflicted feelings our buddy was having about it. Gale is somehow both of them. I don't think he'd throw the rocks, unless forced. I think he'd be upset at having to hurt an animal under any circumstances. But I don't think he'd feel much if someone else did it. Bears are capable predators, bears can handle a few rocks.

Lae'zel doesn't disapprove because violence, pain, cruelty on its face aren't offensive to her, and she doesn't have a particular love for animals. Alternatively, I also think it makes sense she doesn't approve either because although she does approve of some acts of cruelty, I think she prefers when there's a discernible purpose to it, or something impressive about it. and

b) Astarion approves because he begins the game in the paradigm that acts of cruelty are how you gain and demonstrate power, and that being kind gets you punished. You can either prove him right or prove him wrong through your choices in the game, but I don't think it's an accident that these moments become less and less frequently as you progress the story, regardless of the path you choose. You can challenge Astarion, and even shift that paradigm for him. Takes time though, and at least when you first meet him, he's very comfortable with you being a bastard because it affirms that paradigm and the dynamic that he's used to. It's notable then, that on the flip side, he's vocally uncomfortable with you being kind, but his approval still steadily climbs if you keep him in your party and don't treat him poorly, even if you are kind to everyone you can possibly be kind to, and you always have him with you, his approval still climbs at a regular rate. Basically, I think its reductive to say that he's just entertained by violence and cruelty. Like, yeah, one point awarded for noticing that about him---he absolutely is evil aligned, gold star. Why's that? Why does he approve of cruelty? And what does it say that as he finally spends the first weeks of his life able to make his own choices, he seems less and less inclined to approve of the cruel acts that you commit? There's loads of these moments in act one, less in act two, and in act three you have to go hunting for them and mainly find them in big story events that you will only find when you are RPing evil.

I think it supports the theory that he's got a kind of mechanically enabled redemption arc, but it doesn't prove it. The game is meant to embody 15K different realities and AUs, they had to make it so that the character would have different version of themselves for you to interact with, depending on your choices.

And I guess that makes the emphasis on NPC choices that much more interesting to me. Removed from Cazador, Astarion's arc naturally bends away from cruelty, unless you act as his new master which you are totally permitted to do.

[archiveikemen]

'Black Wedding' Story Event: Chapter 2

Harrison's Route

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Harrison: Come here, Kate.

Kate: Wah…!

Harrison hugged me from behind and patted my head affectionately.

(He usually doesn’t do this in front of people.)

The cultists looked even happier at the sight.

Cultist: It is understood that the two of you are very in love with each other.

Cultist: However, we still need to observe you for a while more before we can decide whether you shall be allowed to have your wedding here.

Kate: A-Alright.

Harrison: Be our guest.

…

— In order for them to ascertain that we were genuinely in love, we were asked to do some volunteer work around the church grounds.

Our every move was being monitored by the cultists.

After confirming that we were finally alone, Harrison spoke to me.

Harrison: You’re truly a very bad liar.

Kate: Ugh… I’m sorry for getting in your way.

Harrison: That’s so like you.

Kate: So, were any of the cultists lying?

Harrison: None of them were lying. They all had good intentions.

Kate: In that case…

Harrison: Yes, it’s just as the investigations had shown. The crimes were committed by the Founder alone.

(I see…)

Kate: As expected, we need to have our marriage approved by the people here in order for that man to show himself.

The church was open for children to come visit, and we were asked to go play with them.

If we wanted to punish the Founder, we had to first make ourselves look credible. Our efforts would otherwise be pointless.

(We need to show them how deeply in love we are with each other.)

Enthusiastically, I pushed open the door to the room the children were in.

Harrison: Woah…!

A petite little girl ran and bumped into Harry.

Petite Girl: I-I’m sorry…

Harrison: No, I’m sorry. Are you hurt?

Petite Girl: N-No…

Harrison: I see, that’s a relief.

Little Children: H-He’s so cool…

(The children got all heart eyes for him almost immediately.)

Petite Girl: I want to be this big brother’s girlfriend!

Girl With Braids: No, this big brother is mine!

Harrison: Haha, thanks. However, it’s a pity.

Harry pointed his finger at me and narrowed his eyes affectionately.

Harrison: I belong to her.

(Uh…)

Harrison: She’s earnest, clumsy, and good-natured… I can never take my eyes off her.

Petite Girl: … Okay. Will I also meet someone like that someday?

Harrison: Of course, someday.

Girl With Braids: But let me know if you ever break up with that big sister!

Harrison: …

Harrison: Haha. Sorry, but that’s definitely never going to happen in my entire lifetime.

(I got worried when Harry said “are you okay with it?”.)

Even though this wedding was fake, I wondered if Harry was interested in marrying me.

However, I knew that whether or not we got married wasn't the most important.

Because—.

Harrison: Hm? You want a shoulder ride? That big sister over there is an expert at that.

Kate: …! I’m not sure if I am… but I’ll try my best!

Harrison: I’m just joking. Kate, you’ll be my support.

Kate: Okay!

…

After playing with the children until we were out of breath, the cultists led us to a room.

Kate: … That’s a lot of dresses.

The room was lined with all sorts of wedding dresses.

Cultist: This is your final test. Please choose one dress for her.

Harrison: For her? Got it.

Harrison looked at some of the dresses and pointed at one of them.

Harrison: I think the one that suits her best is—

Harrison: This one.

Cultist: Well then, will the lady please change into the dress he has chosen.

I left to go put on the dress and went back to Harry—

Kate: What do you think…?

Harrison: … Yeah, it looks good. It suits you very well.

Harry chose a beautiful black wedding dress.

Cultist: Why did you choose this one over all the other options?

Harrison: No matter what kind of darkness she finds herself surrounded by, she will never lose sight of herself.

Harrison: She’s someone who remains untainted. That’s why I think this dress suits her.

(... Is that what he thought while choosing the dress?)

Cultist: … I see. The two of you have been acknowledged as a couple truly in love.

— The wedding ceremony would be at 10 o’clock the next day.

After informing us of that information, the cultist left.

Kate: So… we’ve been acknowledged?

Harrison: Yeah, that’s right. We can take a break for now.

Kate: Thank goodness…

I heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the black wedding dress Harry had chosen for me.

Kate: … When you asked me if I was “really okay with this” before this mission started, I got kind of worried.

Kate: I thought that you might not want to get married in the future.

Harrison: …

Kate: While it’s true that marriage is something I want, I also found something that’s a lot more important than that.

Harrison: What is it?

Kate: As long as I can stay by your side forever, that would make me the happiest.

Harrison: … I see.

Kate: Anyway! Harry, let’s do our best tomorrow, yeah?

Harrison: Yeah. Stay close to me so you don't get hurt, okay?

…

— The next day, in the black wedding dress, I walked into the chapel with Harry.

Not long after, a man in glasses with a gentle demeanour showed up alone.

(... This man is the killer behind the deaths of those couples.)

Founder: Why is there no one here? Where are my believers…?

Harrison: There’s another church behind this one, right? That’s where they all are.

Harrison: I lied about the change in venue for the wedding ceremony, as well as the timing being changed to 11 o’clock.

Founder: W-What the…

Founder: … Who are you people?

Kate: … Just a couple in love.

Harrison: Yeah. Like the people you killed.

Founder: …!

Harrison: The bodies were seized last night as evidence. No more running away.

Harry pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at the man—

Harrison: I have something to say to the bride.

Harrison: Therefore, I’m going to need you to die.

[sleepingdeath-light]

parenting hcs ; prune juice cookie

requested by ; anonymous (21/04/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; prune juice cookie

outline ; “hey! can i request dad headcanons with prune juice cookie?”

warning(s) ; references to high expectations for his children

as a father, prune juice cookie would have quite high expectations of his children — namely due to his own status as a star student growing up in parfaedia

this also means that they’d most likely end up attending the same schools and academies he did (which is partially because there aren’t that many alternatives in your city)

he’ll provide them with everything he can in order to bolster their studies and would reward them greatly for every success — whilst also offering comfort and support if they faltered or struggled

shows up for each and every event that his children have on be that award ceremonies, sports, speeches or something else entirely

is his children’s biggest supporter and will finance every passion and hobby as best he can

encourages them to try everything once but will concede if they do genuinely not enjoy what they’re trying

this mainly applies to food but also to topics they could be studying at their academy

doesn’t use nicknames for his children, preferring to use their full first names — which will still apply to a name they opt to go by in later life

(e.g. full given names will be used until his child opts to change their name)

prefers to go by ‘dad’ or ‘father’ rather than something like ‘pops’ or ‘daddy’

if he had twins then he’d buy them matching clothing (even if they’re mixed sex)

has a system with his children that encourages communication through conflict

(think: ‘is this something you want to rant about or do you want a solution?’)

would let his daughter(s) paint his nails but his hair is off limits for any makeovers

will boast about all of his children’s achievements equally — like the kid who gets all A**s will be praised and talked about just as much as the kid who got 1st place in a sport’s contest or the kid whose art got featured in their school

insists on teaching them necessary life skills from an early age — such as cooking, baking, cleaning, conflict de-escalation and so on

encourages his children to share and exchange their toys but also ensures that they set and stick to each other’s boundaries

as far as parenting methods, he’d probably go for the montessori way over anything else

buys them all diaries to use but never looks at them — insists on them all having their privacy

ideally he’d probably want 2/3 kids with at least one girl and one boy but he’d love all of his children regardless

(originally this bullet point included some ideas about what his children but be like but that was veering towards oc-ish territory and this is meant to be more general lol)

takes accountability for any mistakes he makes — his children are the only people that he keeps his more prideful side away from

is very loved by his children and their relationship is one where there is open communication and accountability

doesn’t punish his children unless absolutely necessary and the farthest he goes is grounding — usually defaults to a stern talking through of why what they did was bad, including a conversation with the people hurt, before sending them off to help out the hurt party as an apology

[sirthisisa-wendys]

(: I’m back for another Angst request :)

If possible could d Bonten Rindou who finally was able to escape Bonten’s grasp and try to lead a normal life, say he moves to the USA and hides himself very well in a small town, there he has a wife, two children (boys), and lived a very average life that he is very content with- he has some mediocre job working in some factory. When everything is going to well for him, he comes home one day to an empty house and only a note on the table with the Bonten logo on it.

(: please make this one ✨hurt ✨ (I have no doubt that you will ) :)

THIS IS SO BONTEN OMG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS.

Life is Lonely Lovely: A Rindou Haitani Short

wc: 1.4k

tw: angst

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What a difference five years and a box of black hair dye can make.

It obviously was more complicated, but Rindou likes to think it wasn't. In his dreams, he remembers the escape all too well, however. The running, the hiding, the narrowly missed flight that had him in shambles at the airport, trying to scrape together just enough cash to make the last flight out.

But Rindou doesn't think much about the past when he wakes up. It's all behind him now.

In front of him is the woman he loves, the kids he adores, and the life he's come to cherish.

"Good morning, my love," Rindou whispers, leaning over to place a short kiss on your exposed shoulder. You hum and reach for him, eyes still closed as you wrap your hand around his wrist.

"Stay for a little while longer," you murmur drowsily, your perfect hand caressing his skin in an effort to make him relent.

"I can't," Rindou breathes, lacing his fingers through yours. But he does, if only for a brief spell. He could be late occasionally, right? The luxury of being late greets him as he slips out of bed twenty minutes later, smelling like you. Your scent is so calming, so alluring...

A memory pops up like a red flag in his mind: the girls back in Roppongi smelled like sharp corners, sleepless nights, and wrong turns. Ran liked the smell and always complimented the girls who doused themselves in musk and amber... but you were nothing like them.

You smell like roundabouts, lazy days, like the street downwind of a flower shop. You touch his cheek and don't expect anything out of him. Your affection isn't a business deal; it's just... love. Rindou mourns while he takes a short shower. Washing you off of him is almost a sin. But he knows if he can come back home to you, it'll be okay.

"Dad, can you make me some toast?"

Rindou happily places the bread inside the toaster and presses the button. The two boys walk around the kitchen, half-awake, as Rindou spoons eggs and places bacon on their plates. They both have blonde hair - like Rindou did at one time - but you had chalked it up to a recessive gene on your side of the family.

There are days when Rin wants to tell you where he came from, what he came from, and who he ran from, but he keeps those things close to his chest. To tell you would be akin to signing your death warrant, which would be a mistake he would never recover from.

"Babe," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his frame. "Bacon smells good."

"Made it just how you like it." Rindou takes pride in placing dutiful kisses on his children's foreheads. He takes even more pride in how he kisses you before he heads out the door, toast in his right hand and lunch in his left.

The average car purrs to life in the garage, and he backs out, eyes totally focused on the children hanging onto your robe as you wave him goodbye.

"I love you! Have a good day!"

Have a good day!

The words ring in his ears when he parks in the factory parking lot and joins his fellow workers on the paper mill floor, each churning out their own piece of the puzzle. Rindou knows about teamwork - he's been part of a team his entire life. Except in this warehouse, hardly anyone dies. Sure, there are injuries here and there, but none that leave families without their kin.

No punishments exist that end in death. The worst that's ever received is a write-up or a meeting with HR. Not the active end of a gun. And even though lunch is a simple sandwich with chips and a soda, Rindou is happy.

Have a good day!

Whistling is the name of the game after work. He's sure he'll see you sprawled across the floor with the kids once he arrives home, dinner already started, and some snacks left out as you play with your sons. Rindou knows the drill: he'll come inside, call out for his boys (who are already mid-run), see you coming around the corner, and kiss every single cheek in sight. It's a simple life with simple joys. He'll eat dinner, play games, watch TV with the boys, and then send them to sleep with a story.

Storytime is his favorite. Every night they ask for a new tale. And every night, he makes up something they'll enjoy, whether it's dragons who love tacos or mice who love to dance the conga. He can't remember his father doing anything of the sort with Ran and him when they were younger. But that's okay. It's his turn to make it right.

Rindou drops his keys at the garage door, and as he stoops, he grunts softly. Like a dad, he thinks to himself, chuckling. When the key slips into the lock, however, he instantly feels the door give way.

Later, Rindou will wish he had paid more attention to that minute detail.

Instead, the door creaks open, and for a moment, he imagines one of his sons - perhaps the eldest - on the other side, face bright and excited to his father. But there's no noise. No one comes to greet him. The silence is deafening.

"Babe," he calls out, praying you're all just cuddled up in the bedroom, taking a nap. But the further his feet carry him, the more his hope slips away. "Babe?"

He's never been this frightened before. His shoes slap against the stairs, echoing like bombs crashing to the earth. "Babe!" His voice has never gotten this high-pitched. For a brief moment, he considers that this is all a game and that he needs to play it cool and play hide-and-seek. That's it. But the more he seeks, the less that's hidden.

In the master bedroom, signs of a struggle materialize almost instantly. The bedsheet is ruffled, the pictures on the wall are crooked, and there's one distinct piece of furniture missing.

That, too, was overlooked before the investigation began.

"The poster bed had four posts," Rindou repeats to the detective, rattling his cuffs angrily. "I know that! I bought the fucking bed!"

His shouts do him no good.

"Sir, you're going to have to come in for--"

"I didn't do anything!" Rindou screams, tears coursing down his face. "I swear to god, I would never hurt my boys or my wife!"

"You lied about your identity--" The female detective shoves papers his way and Rindou looks at his old passport photo before swiping it off the table in anguish. "You know how this looks, don't you, Mr. Haitani?"

"I didn't do anything!"

Over and over and over, Rindou tells his tale to those who matter. "I went to work after cooking breakfast," he mutters, teeth chattering as he looks down at his cuffed hands. "I went to work. People saw me there."

"We have evidence that you didn't show up for work," his lawyer sighs. "Rindou, just tell us the truth. There's no way your fingerprints could have been on everything in that crime scene if you didn't --"

"If I tell you who did it, they'll kill me," he whimpers. "I just want my family back. I just want my old life back. Please... help me."

"You can have everything back if you just tell us where you took them."

"I..." Flashes of the crumpled-up note come back to Rindou, and he flinches. "I didn't... I would never..."

"If you found something, we need to know."

Rindou shakes his head, seeing his blonde roots returning to life in the reflection of the metal table. "I can't."

Rindou whispers those words to himself when he lies on his bunk in the cell at night. His cellmate won't even look at or touch him. He wouldn't dare touch the man who made his entire family disappear.

"Have a good day," Rindou mumbles dumbly at the man that slips off the top bunk. "Have a good day," he mutters to the lunch ladies. "Have a good day," he tells the man in the commissary, his arms full of things he purchased with the money that never seems to run out on his books. "Have a good day," he whimpers, playing with the Hot Wheels car, watching the item zip across his cell.

"Have a good day," he breathes as the lights shut off in the prison, damning him to another night in hell.

[esterzach]

Now... I'm on the end of S 2 of Farscape, this is hardly the first watch. More like around the 5th... It's all your fault. You, around here, who keep making gifs! There are things I am addicted to. This is one of them. It took only a look, and the old habits are back. Also, Crichton now looks even more deranged. But damn I love them. Now that is a dramatic love story. These characters are amazing. Oddly it never felt... incomplete. In comparison to The X-files, back in the day, I was wondering about the logic behind so many of the episodes, and after every episode. It felt so many times, that there was this abyss, a huge skip of time, something important that I somehow missed, or jumping into a completely different world. They would say things and after that -nothing, as if never happened. Maybe I just remember incorrectly. But with Farscape, this shit never felt that way, and we are talking aliens, made-up words, planets, space, time jumps, insane shit like creating made-up realities, playing with vague concepts, with difficult themes. Oddly enough after so many American TV shows and movies, Australian productions felt a lot more sane. The characters feel a lot more relatable. The way they speak, the way they react emotionally. The way they react to each other. Australians seem warmer, more open, and more genuine, even when it's about some evil character who does unspeakable things. They feel a lot more human to me. They seem to avoid this way of telling a story when characters conveniently miss some important information, even though everyone else knows it, or miscommunicate on purpose, with no logic, and they are much more understanding and forgiving, almost as if they know and accept that no one is without flaws... They seem much braver in depicting sides of human behavior, that are distasteful or controversial. And the judgment seems way less. As if they don't expect a person to always be able to take the high ground, and that's fine. Maybe I am wrong, and it's not like I have seen that much of Australian TV, but... this is how it feels. In comparison, US characters are expected to behave in a certain way, almost like society doesn't tolerate any mistakes, and it is expected to know perfectly what to do in every given situation and get over hurt and pain in the span of 3 to 5 business days, with no time off, no explanations. Mistakes are punished brutally, so much so that there is no second chance, no attempt to understand, even if we are talking about young people or children. But at the same time, certain people can get away with pretty much everything, because of their status in society and no one can say anything. There is a certain lack of communication and normal human conversations, these moments of talking about nothing in general, but about random small things, things that make up the human character - tastes in food, music, animals, favourite things, small oddities, dislikes, fears...

All of a sudden, you have people who know nothing about someone who they spent years around and call a friend. And all of a sudden - huge surprise, they have a close relative, who they never mentioned, a childhood that is beyond insane, some amazing skill they never shared before, like speaking an exotic language or being able to fly a plane, or spending their youth in jail, but in the same in a jungle of South America with some isolated tribe, or riding elephants in Africa or something... Or having a child with a former lover, they never spoke about. I mean, is this normal? Not to talk among each other? Is this not considered important? Or this is just for the sake of storytelling? Odd... It feels like with the way stories are told, I always have to wonder where is this going, and what to expect, always on my toes, even when there is no point to the story. I don't know if I am making any sense...

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

time to break the news to jinseoul…

you walk the halls of the palace hand in hand with jungkook; on your way to wake both ae-cha and jinseoul to tell your oldest son the truth of nami’s pregnancy and for a punishment. yes, you two are going to punish your children for not only lying in both of your faces but for sneaking nami in when they know that is forbidden. it hurts to even say ‘punish’ because you’ve never punished your kids. all you’ve ever done was send them to the library for a week but you this situation is much bigger than reading a few books for 3 hours a day.

what this situation has taught you is that no matter how well you’ve raised your children, they will make mistakes. some worse than others, but for a long time you believed your children were perfect. they did great in school, each possessed a talent they perform exponential at, they’re kind, respectful, and polite. but like any child, they slip up and make decisions that aren’t the wisest yet you love them. every last one of your children you love, flaws and all.

you both do.

“jinseoul, wake up sweetheart. go freshen up, okay? your father and i need to talk with you in his office”

“ae-cha, hi baby. go freshen up. your father and i need to talk with you in his office”

you instruct two maids to keep a watchful eye on your children to make sure they meet at the place you told them to. the first to arrive is jinseoul and then ae-cha a few minutes afterwards.

“take a seat, kids” you tell them and as instructed, they sit down and wait for you to address the problem at hand.

“i’m sure you two know why you’re here and i’d like to say that i’m very disappointed in the two of you. you both have deliberately lied in front of our faces, snuck out of the palace walls, and even snuck someone into the palace”

both jinseoul’s and ae-cha’s eyes widen when you bring up sneaking someone into the palace.

“m-mom, i can explain—“

“explain what, jinseoul? you know that’s not right. you could’ve endangered your siblings and yourself and don’t think we didn’t find that passage you two had”

“well how else are we supposed to leave, mom?” ae-cha chimes in.

“maybe by asking? you both know you can ask your father and i for anything”

“no one wants to talk to us when we’ve got guards around us threatening to hurt anyone that touches us. we aren’t kids, mom. we’re adults” she sasses back which is expected and you won’t lie, that statement definitely hit a nerve.

“since when? it’s fun until one of you get hurt by going out there without any protection around you”

“i-i’m sorry mom, dad. i’ll never sneak anyone in here every again” jinseoul says as he stands up from his chair to bow to the both of you.

“it’s just…i love her. i love nami so much. i want to marry her and i know what i did wasn’t right but i promise to be a loving father. i’ll love her and our child unconditionally! j-just give me a chance. i swear, i’ll never disappoint you ever again”

~🫧

You both exchange a look with each other when you hear your son proclaim his love for Nami and his supposed child. Now jungkook gets love. Because he loves you very much and he knows how it feels to be in love and to be desperate.

But he’s worried about jinseoul’s reaction? Will he be able to take the news as well without losing his composure? He doesn’t want his son to experience heartache. But he has to tell him the truth

“Son… we have something to tell you and I’m not sure if you’re even going to like it or if you’re going to believe us, but why would I lie to you?” Jungkook begins after taking a deep breath. “ but as a king, and as your father, most importantly, I had to do a background check on the girl you claim to love and turns out.. she’s not pregnant.” he’s already dropped the bomb, jungkooks looks at his son, with a stern look in his eyes, because he just wants him to be very strong.

He hat to become a conqueror, just like his father, and if he loves someone, he has to conquer them, just like he conquered you.

“Nami probably lied to you or maybe she was just confused, but I can’t believe that you had sexual relations with her? And you didn’t even bother to your mother about it? do you know that it’s forbidden to touch any woman that’s not your wife?” Jungkook reminds him of the taboo

And why shouldn’t he follow the rule, when Jungkook was a virgin before you?

“I am so disappointed in you and frankly very angry but your mother advised me to be calm and patient with you..” he blinks, “ It’s because of your mother, and that I am being so lenient with you after what you’ve done!” jungkook clicks his tongue, leaning back in his chair.

“My best doctors had her examined and and she’s not pregnant.” Jungkook says once again, “so what is your decision going to be? You are aware of our history with the Choi’s aren’t you?” He’s so frustrated, what is it going to be?

“And you, ae-cha.” Jungkook turns his focus onto his oldest daughter, “ never ever lie to me again.” he’s really hurt that his baby girl would ever lie to him… his tone is a little rough, but they deserve this, for breaking their parents heart, so far a while he’s clearing at her, and then you pinch his arm, reminding him about jinseoul,

once again he’s looking at him. “I want both of you to never talk to your mother, in that tone of yours ever again.” He’s referring to the way jinseoul talked to you few hours before and just the way she snapped back at you right now.

“if you dare to ever disrespect your mother, my queen ever again, the punishment will be severe. And I won’t care if you’re my son or daughter.” He’s glaring at the both of them, growling.

No one gets to disrespect you, even if they’re your own children. Jungkook won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you.

[lenteur]

random thoughts about run on, episode thirteen

(please do note that this post contains spoilers so read at your own risk.)

“where’s the coutesy in letting me say it first?” “i’m a coward” at least mi joo is self aware. but this episode made me understand her a little better

this episode has put me on an emotional rollercoaster to say the least

part of the reason why i didn’t like mi joo is because she’s been passive in the relationship, but with this episode, i now know the reasons why. she doesn’t like enduring external problems. she hates letting herself get hurt. and with all her past sh*tty relationships, i can see things from her pov and that helps my previous tumultuous (idk i just wanted to use that word) relationship with her

it’s interesting that we see eun bi and mi joo’s discussion when the roles are reversed. eun bi keeps on going after ryan even if he always runs away because she knows he loves her a lot. we can say the ki siblings never run away and always keep on fighting for what they think is important.

it’s also very telling how mi joo keeps on thinking she “doesn’t deserve him (seon gyeom)” she’s been saying that from the early episodes and that thought has never left her ever since. he kind of has that ‘perfect’ image where he’s kind, patient, understanding and motivates people. he’s also righteous. it’s never easy comparing yourself with your partner. it could damage the relationship (look at me being a relationship expert, a fake one though)

and that sentence has finally reconciled me with mi joo “i sometimes end up being faced with my own flaws (when with seon gyeom)” you’d expect to feel loved and understood in a relationship but when you think your partner is ‘perfect’ then you can’t help but just fall down the rabbit hole that is comparing yourself and feeling undeserving. i do hope things work out between them

yook ji woo is an interesting character. she admits choosing her own career over motherhood and doesn’t even dream of becoming first lady. she wants to be remembered as yook ji woo and not someone’s wife. even though you can see she does care a little bit about her children, she’s the one who admits her mistakes. she doesn’t hide behind excuses. she’s just truthful. unlike her husband who keeps saying he loves his family, only to use them to his advantage. both yook ji woo and ki jeong do are both career-driven but the main difference is ki jeong do cares a little too much about his reputation than yook ji woo does. ex: sending his daughter to play golf with his friends/colleagues so they’d compliment her (and him also), showing up with his wife at the movie theater and demonstrating his love for her with a bouquet of flowers, etc.

even with seon gyeom’s efforts to make woo sik enter a track team, the recruiters are still stuck on the whistleblower incident. shows how corrupt the sports world can be. prefering to keep things on the down low instead of punishing the culprits. sigh

i’ve seen that scene on kdrama funny moments compilation but it’s another thing to watch it in its entire context. mi joo and seon gyeom looking at each other when there’s a brawl right behind them is HILARIOUS. i can’t i simply can’t lmao

mi joo taking lee su bin under wing was such a heartwarming moment. she kept defending her and standing up for her, acting like her older sister. it’s true she takes action when it comes to problems that are not relationship ones and i was so happy to see sisterhood once again in this show. women protecting other women 💓

oh and another thing i noticed about the su bin bullying incident is that both her and mi joo don’t have parents. it brought them closer in no time. they have this thing only they can understand.

[ahopkins1965]

Who are you really talking to online?

Who are we really talking to online is a great question that even parents need to ask their children on a daily basis. I know that during the past 9 months, there has been an increase of computer hacking activity; especially on non secure websites. I asked this very important question because there are more complaints being filed for identity theft than ever before. Who are we really talking to online?

This question needs to be asked by everyone because this is a non trusting society. Our society has changed so much that people are doing things to hurt others and getting away with it. Who are we supposed to converse with all the time? The answer is God!! Do you know that our friends online can become idols according to the Holy Bible? This is serious because this deprives us from having a relationship with God. According to Numbers 32:23 it says if you fail to do so, you will be sinning against the Lord; and you may be sure that your sin will find you out. This means that anything that we do in our lives, God will punish us for the things that we do whether they are good or bad.

I want to be perfectly honest, when it comes to a non secure website, I really do not know exactly who I am talking to. This is sad because I am seeking out friends online and possibly a relationship. I know that I cannot rely on the internet as a tool for meeting people. I need to meet individuals face to face like everyone else in society. I just have a problem sometimes trying to find out who I am talking to online. I know that my friends leave messages and I also realize that people who have common sense will type a message with clarity and with common sense. The mistake that this person has made is using too many misspelled words as well as foul language.

When it comes to communicating with members of the opposite sex or others of the same sex, it is important to use good grammar and punctuations. This is a mistake that computer hackers make on a daily basis. A good blog is well thought out in advance. What makes a great blog? It is when it is planned out in advance. It is handwritten and research is sometimes required. When I am talking to my friends online, I sometime have a hard time trying to figure out whether it is a man or a woman. This is because women are using vulgarity and they are extremely angry with the men either online or in their own personal lives. This is very painful and it leads to emotional baggage.

The reason why this question is asked is because there are men who talk like women and in some cases; it is hard to tell if you are you are really talking to either gender. This can become very difficult for someone who is not very up to date with the latest trends and styles. According to 2nd Corinthians 5:10 it states that we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body whether good or evil. This means that no matter what we do personally in our life while we are living, God will judge us for our deeds, works, as well as the things that we have done for Him. Who are we really talking to online is a very good question.

This means that we must pay attention to all hidden messages. This is because for every message that is twisted and confusing for average people, can be understood by someone that is gifted. This is a mistake that computer hackers make on a regular basis. They are talking like children, and these are actual adults with a child’s mind. According to 1st Corinthians 13:11 it indicates that; when I was a child I talked like a child, I spoke like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man I put childish things behind me. This means that when we become adults we become more responsible for our actions. When we become adults; all of the things that children do are far behind us.

Who are we really talking to online, I really do not know. It sometimes causes others to change their plans about spending time online period. I would rather read the Holy Bible than spend time online. It is getting to the point that; the world is going to come to an end and billions of people are not going to be prepared to meet God. I might have been communicating with a computer hacker or a member of law enforcement, but I know one thing; is that I am more prepared to seek out everyone who is responsible for scamming me out of my money. I might have to meet these individuals at the cross roads of life.

At least one thing, I was speaking to very dishonest people at the time, and they had taken advantage of me. Always pay attention to the grammar and what is being said. For instance, if there are a lot of misspelled words on a regular basis; I mean all of the time, and then you are talking to a computer hacker or someone who does not have good sense. It is a trap!!!!!!!! Pay attention to all bad grammar and punctuations on each sentence.

[keenvictory]

Hello Lovely~ : ̗̀➛

Synopsis: Although Thoma was your childhood friend for many, many years, when he mysteriously disappeared on his journey to Inazuma, you assumed you’d never see him again. Many things were left unsaid between you, but when Thoma returns to the gates of Mondstadt will either of you have the courage to reignite the old spark?

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Thoma x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: Some depictions of grief/mourning, and believed character death (He’s fine.)

̗̀➛  Additional notes: Incredibly sorry that this request took me.. some time. But I’ve been chipping away at it over the last few months, and I’m rather fond of how it turned out! My dearest proof reader is asleep as of me posting this so please forgive any spelling mistakes until they wake up and roast my grammar. This sort of became a comfort/hurt/comfort, but I’m not mad about it. Thanks for your patience with my slow uploads, as ever.

Requested by the lovely @ladycoleigh

Yours Faithfully, V.

𓆩♡𓆪 Growing up in Mondstadt gave you a lot of childhood freedoms. With only distant rules about not wandering too far from the city gates, and getting home before dark for dinner, you were allowed to roam the city as you pleased. 

𓆩♡𓆪 There were so many nooks and crannies to explore, so many dandelions to make wishes upon, so many games to play, and yet nothing was quite so fun, as spending time with Thoma, the little blonde boy you were inseparably fond of. 

𓆩♡𓆪 It was only natural, your parents had been close since they were children, so you’d known Thoma since before you could even remember. And yet you never grew tired of hearing that familiar knock ring through your family home. 

𓆩♡𓆪 “Can they come out to play today?” Thoma would ask your parent, grinning ear to ear when you’d try squeeze through their legs to get outside faster. “Today we’re gonna play pirates!” You said, not even waiting for your parent to respond. The answer was always yes, all the fresh air was good for you, they said. 

𓆩♡𓆪 Thoma never minded when you decided what game you two would play. He never pouted when you won, and never teased you when you lost. He just grinned, happy to be beside you, to spend the day with you, like you had so many days before. 

𓆩♡𓆪 You two were inseparable. Rarely was there a day you didn’t spend together. Wherever one would go, the other would follow. Everyone knew that an invitation, a request, a secret, given to one, was equally given to the other. It had always been You and Thoma, two halves of an equally troublesome whole. 

𓆩♡𓆪  Everything was shared between you, secrets, games, and trouble alike. When one was grounded for misbehavior, kept inside doing chores and schoolwork instead of running through the wild grass, the other was equally punished by their absence. 

𓆩♡𓆪 Your neighbors had always teased the idea of you being soulmates, of getting married, of being made for each other, even the other kids would do it. A little boy bitter over losing a game to you would accuse you of having a crush on him, a little girl envious over your bond with him would call you an attention-seeker, but what did their opinions matter to you? You could care less, what they said, what they thought, Thoma would still wheeze a heavy laugh at your silly jokes, and wipe your embarrassed tears when you grazed your knee, regardless of what anyone else had to say about it.

𓆩♡𓆪 In a way, Thoma made you braver. As long as he was by your side, anything was possible. No tree too tall to climb, no game too outlandish. No matter what challenge you faced, you could face it bravely, knowing Thoma would be right there when it was all over. 

𓆩♡𓆪 You had promised each other, Afterall, that no matter what, you two would have each other. It was a quiet promise, the twist of pinkies under the Windrise tree, a moment of shared vulnerability, of hope. 

“Though things may change with time, you will always find me by your side.”

𓆩♡𓆪 Just as promised, little changed as the pair of you grew. Others from your childhood came and went, people changed, or vanished all together. But all the same, you and Thoma stayed at each others sides, braving the terrifying face of adolescence as a team, just as always. 

𓆩♡𓆪 When Thoma faced the frightfully embarrassing voice cracks forced his way by the unrelenting pace of puberty, you were there to gently tease his croaky voice, and make him honeyed tea when his throat would ache. When you would fret about your own changes, your skin, you body, all the parts you did and didn’t like, he was always there, eyebrows slightly dipped in concern, as he assured you that nothing, nothing, would change who you were, and what you meant to him. 

𓆩♡𓆪 As the pair of you bloomed into you own, individual people, your bond flowered just as brightly as it ever had. When he began to dabble in cooking, Thoma would always bring you dishes to try first, and you naturally dragged him to participate in all of your own hobbies, whether he liked it or not. Not that it mattered. Whatever you did was fine, as long as you did it together, that fact had been set in stone far before you two began to explore interests beyond running around and getting into trouble.

𓆩♡𓆪 But, undeniably, things began to change. The new firmness to Thoma’s broad shoulders, the sudden weight to his hands, the way his eyes would linger on you, for just a second more then it used to, just a moment longer then he should. This strange unknown brewed between you, as curious in origin as it was in nature, you’d known Thoma for what felt like forever, and yet you’d never felt this... strangeness. This stretch of unknown. 

𓆩♡𓆪 You knew Thoma like the back of your hand. You could whisper his responses word for word when you fell into a familiar daily rhythm. To be unsure, to hesitate, in your words or your actions to him, was in of itself, an undeniable change, regardless of whatever develops had caused it. 

𓆩♡𓆪 But you were undeterred. Strange ache be damned, Thoma was, and always would be, your best friend. Nothing was changing that was outside the norm, perhaps this was simply part of that dreaded growing up your parents dragged on about. 

𓆩♡𓆪 And it eased you, admittedly, to see that same hesitance in your dear friend. When his voice would waver at a harmless tease, the unsure placement of his hand on you waist when helping you climb up something you definitely were not supposed to climb, the slight tinge to his cheeks... You were stumped as to what it could mean. As to what either of you had done to cause it. But whatever it was, you could face it together, Thoma had always made you braver. 

𓆩♡𓆪 Whatever it was brewing between you only solidified as you grew older. Becoming something more then fleeting feelings and shy glances. In your later teens, it became something real, something palpable and knowable. Your feelings were no secret to each other, there had never been secrets between you two, you wouldn't have known how to keep it.

𓆩♡𓆪 Averted gazes became held, daring stares. Trailing from eyes, to lips, unashamed and grinning wildly when caught in this little game. It was like a game of cat and mouse between you, daring each other to take the leap, to say or do something that sharpened this blurry line between friendship and romance. 

𓆩♡𓆪 There was no rush. You had all the time in the world to bask in each others company, enjoying the slow unfurling of new limits, and new freedoms. There was no denying you loved each other, but the waiting game, the constant back and forth, was almost as fun as the love-stricken what-ifs that raced through your daydreams.

𓆩♡𓆪 All good things come to an end, eventually. It was subtle, at first, the worst things usually are. You hadn’t known how little time you had left, perhaps things would have gone differently if you did, the wondering, the what-ifs you used to relish turning to ash in your mouth, you didn’t know how to be without him. It felt like missing a part of yourself.

𓆩♡𓆪 “I’m visiting my dad for a little while,” He said, smiling lazily in the summer sun, “Bring over some dandelion wine, spend some time in Inazuma... Ah i wish you could come. It’s beautiful over there, especially at sunset, Dad sent me a photo from his Kamera.”

𓆩♡𓆪 You had smiled, rolled over in the soft grass and poked absently at his side. “You’ll be just fine without me for a few weeks. Its not like we’re attached at the hip, you know, you’re perfectly capable of being self-sufficient and making your own friends out there. Besides, you gotta bring me a souvenir.” He had laughed, tilting his head up to warm himself under the sun like a wilting sunflower. 

𓆩♡𓆪  “Capable! You think too highly of me. Mother keeps saying I’ll miss the port on accident while I’m sulking in my cabin. I don’t sulk that much when we’re apart.” The slight quirk of your eyebrow spoke volumes. “I think you’ll find I sulk the healthy amount when missing my best friend.”

𓆩♡𓆪 You lifted yourself up onto your elbows, rolling your eyes as he grinned down at you. “Alright, fine. But please don’t miss your port. You’ll be stuck on that stupid boat for twice as long, and then where will we be?”

𓆩♡𓆪 “With my luck, the port will be closed when I get there, and I’ll have to wait around definitely not sulking while they decide whether or not to take pity on me and let me in.” Thoma said, the conflict in Inazuma added a slight edge to his tone. An edge that made you take pause. Your immediate thought was highly reckless, and probably quite stupid. But Thoma made you braver, and if it had even slightly the effect you hoped, it would be worth it.

𓆩♡𓆪 “If it’s gonna be like that, then kiss me. For luck, of course.”

𓆩♡𓆪 You delighted in the way his cheeks immediately darkened, his whole body going still as he stared at you, slack-jawed. It was a hurdle neither of you had dared cross. An action that all too clearly defined the murkiest parts of your muddled friendship. Perhaps a dramatic love confession, or a frantic plead not to leave you for the sea would have been a novel way to put all your cards on the table, to finally, finally indulge yourself in one of your romantic daydreams. But the way Thoma leaned down, and guided your jaw with one, trembling but certain hand, brushing your lips together with such an aching gentleness you couldn’t help but place your hand against his chest to steady yourself, was perfect. You could feel the rushed pace of his heart against your place, and you smiled into the kiss in a way that made Thoma laugh blissfully.

𓆩♡𓆪 “For luck.” He murmured, as your noses brushed together too enraptured by the look in your eyes to truly pull away. “For luck.” You echoed, pulling him in for another, firmer, longer kiss, one the of many you’d share in the sun-warmed grass, with only the birds and buried dendro slimes as your witnesses. 

𓆩♡𓆪 “It’s funny,” he breathed, between sweet, lingering kisses, “I already feel like the luckiest man alive.” He brushed a stray strand of hair away from your eyes, gazing at you like you were something to be treasured, adored. “It must be working already then.�� You hummed, letting out a shriek of laughter as he pulled you back down into the grass, wrapping his arms tight around you, and covering your face with kisses. You didn’t let go of each other for hours, not until the sun set well below the horizon, and the chill of night air nipped at your skin. And even then, your giddy walk home was interrupted with fits of laughter and shared affection. 

𓆩♡𓆪 You’d felt on top of the world then. Like nothing could ever go wrong.  “Come back home to me,” You’d told him, when he boarded that dreaded boat, “Safe and sound. Promise me.”

𓆩♡𓆪 “I promise. You’ll always find me by your side, remember? I’ll be back home before you know it.” You hadn’t kissed him at the docks. The prying eyes of your family had turned you both shy, the new development in your friendship hadn’t yet been shared with your family, and you wanted to spare Thoma the onslaught of teasing on such an already difficult day. You wish you had now. More then anything. 

𓆩♡𓆪 The boat was out the harbor and off into the sea, Thoma waving you goodbye from its deck. You’d gone home, continued life on as normal, missing him, but certain of his return. 

𓆩♡𓆪 It all happened so quickly. Word from him ceased altogether, news of Inazuma’s closed boarders spread, and the boat never returned to Mondstadts harbor. 

𓆩♡𓆪 His mother assumed the worst. She mourned him, just as you did, having her to share your loss made it easier, but nothing patched the strange tear Thoma’s disappearance had left in your life. At first you feared the worst. Death, or imprisonment, Thoma all alone in Inazuma with nowhere to call home. Then, as time passed, you began to fear the bizarre. That Thoma had made it there safe, but all the time away would make him realize he was far, far better off without you. Or perhaps he’d met someone in Inazuma you couldn’t compare to. It haunted you for a time, these spiraling scenarios you couldn't seem to escape. But you healed, as best you could, and stopped torturing yourself with nagging possibilities. 

𓆩♡𓆪 It was strange, how things moved on without him. You’d always been known as a pair, even since you were young. To be seen alone, to know one half of you was missing, was so strange, the pitied glances followed you everywhere for a time. But eventually bigger things pulled at Mondstadts attention, and you were left in relative peace. 

𓆩♡𓆪 So much happened, while he was gone. So much you wanted more then anything to tell him about. Dvalin, the traveler, your vision, Jean taking over as the Acting Grand Master, the mysterious dark-knight hero, Cavalry Captain Kaeya with no cavalry left to captain, that strange man you’d met in the woods, Klee in all her entirety would take up several stories by herself, you couldn’t even remember if Thoma had had the pleasure? misfortune? entertainment, of meeting the youngest Knight of Favonius, you had even travelled to Liyue for a time, exploring the vastness of a new nation to distract yourself from your personal loss. There was so much he missed, so much he was missing, it never failed to leave an ache in your heart. 

𓆩♡𓆪 You wrote letters to him, sometimes, stacked in an unsent pile. Whispered it to the stars late at night, in hopes his might be listening. Collected little souvenirs, rubble from the great storm, a gift from the traveler, one of Klee’s thoroughly disarmed little bombs.

𓆩♡𓆪 You couldn’t find it within yourself to move on. Not when there was the chance that Thoma was still out there, waiting for you too. When you heard the traveler was venturing all the way to Inazuma somehow, you practically ran to Liyue, asking the traveler to just.. keep an eye out, for a friend of yours. 

𓆩♡𓆪 You received the letter from the traveler after a few painfully slow months. You’d made sounds you didn’t know you were capable of making, there were parties, Diluc had pulled you into a tight hug and vainly tried to hide his own tears, Kaeya listened to all your hope-filled ramblings, Lisa pried you away from the shoreline to stop you staring at every ship that sailed past, preoccupying you with chores and errands. Relief and joy was palpable across Mondstadt, and at the heart of it was you, overwhelmed with hope and longing. 

𓆩♡𓆪 Lisa had sent you out on another errand when you saw him, stood dazed at the Mondstadt gates. Amazed at how much had changed, at how much had stayed the same. His breath caught when he met your eyes, the two of you frozen in place, as if time had stood still. You were running before you had time to think it through, throwing yourself at him with such force you feared for a second you knock the both of you right over. 

𓆩♡𓆪 But Thoma caught you with practiced ease, his natural strength having turned into taught muscle in his time away. He had changed, the clink of his polearm at his back, the heat of a pyro vision flaring at his side, scar and muscle replaced the soft, freckled skin you knew in your youth. But beneath all that, in his watery smile, and hushed breaths, and gentle touches, he was the same as you had always known. The Thoma you had loved, everyday, over and over again, in his sturdy presence at your side, in his lingering absence, two halves of a troublesome whole, reunited. There was so much to talk about, so much you wanted to share, so much you wanted to know, you hoped more then anything that Inazuma had at least been kind to him. But the archons themselves couldn't have stopped you from kissing that teary-eyed smile off of his face first. 

𓆩♡𓆪 “Welcome home.”

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Yandere!Zhongli x gn!Fatui Harbinger!reader

Wordcount:1843

CW:Yandere themes

There are several simple things one should know before dealing with the archons - be respectful and polite, speak only when you’re allowed to and most importantly - never forget that archons aren’t humans.

The first two rules are instinctive - it’s natural for humans to simper and bow before the forces far greater than them, while the latter is not; on the contrary it’s counterintuitive and unexpected. People tend to project, tend to humanize - they see kindness when there’s none and make a huge mistake of assuming that archons see things the way they see it.

Tsaritsa, for example, lacks humanity, despite holding the title of Goddess of Love. The love that she holds for you is different from love mothers and fathers give to their children, or love that young sweethearts share at night, it’s cold and impersonal and undeniably cruel.

Tsaritsa says that she loves all of you and she loves Snezhnaya, yet she lashes out a harsh and gruelling punishments at every perceived failure and rules her land with an iron fist, one would think that the cryo archon is a liar and a hypocrite, who uses pretty, flowery words to hide the atrocities she commits, but this perspective is flawed. Tsaritsa loves all of you and she loves Snezhnaya, she’s just not human enough to properly express this.

That’s why it’s a bit jarring to see the ancient lord of these lands in his mortal form - he lacks the same otherworldly terror and grandiose that every of Tsaritsa’s move and word carry, yet he also possesses the air of wisdom and elegance so refined that rare person can reach it. It’s easy to assume that he’s human.

Rex Lapis, or “Zhongli” as he calls himself now invites you to the Liuli pavillion the second day after your arrival, for tea and local cuisine as he says, and who are you to decline a God?

Liuli staff hurries and dashes around, preparing their best room for you - Fatui are known for their seemingly endless finances, no wonder they’re in haste. “Please make yourself comfortable, dear guests”, the waiter curtsies and leads you to the dining room, which happens to be richly furnished and decorated with high-quality darkwood furniture and the hand painted wall panels further accentuating the luxury of the restaurant.

One of these panels illustrate different scenes from the Liyuen mythos - a battle of mighty and wise adepti against the horde of demons, Rex Lapis aiding his people in building the Harbour and the most spectacular one - a majestic dark brown dragon with golden fur and feathers descending to the devoted worshippers, who in turn present him with their offerings and gratitude.

He orders tea and meals for both of you, as you start to converse about the plan that he is determined to bring into life - the so-called test of Liyue, and the guarantee of you obtaining his gnosis.

“And what about your colleague?”, he sips a bit of his tea, intense amber eyes piercing right through you. He looks both human and non-human in this moment, both undeniably mortal softness and frailty seen in his figure and the barely concealed divinity, the sense of awe slowly seeping into air mixing in one person.

“And what about him? Tsaritsa and you have negotiated everything beforehand, I will make sure that he plays his part properly”, he hums at your answer, lowering his gaze deep in thought. You start on your own tea.

Ah, Childe, if only he knew why exactly he’s here - a distraction and a scapegoat. You even feel bad for him - it’s truly unfair to be lied to by your own Goddess. However, it’s also not a big surprise - Childe is the loudest out of all Harbingers in all senses. Infamous for his skills and battle obsession, his name is enough to have people both shivering in fear and cursing him.

“What do you think of your archon? Was serving her of any use to you?”Rex Lapis unexpectedly asks.

You lean back in your seat, thinking what to say.

“Tsaritsa is a gentle soul, she declared war only to protect us, her subjects and I am ready to aid her in whatever undertaking she starts”.

“Will you continue to serve Tsaritsa, if her action might put you in danger, make you suffer and bring unnecessary grief?”, he leans closer to you, his human features distorting enough to reveal the ancient dragon sleeping inside. His eyes shine a cold golden glow and accurate fingernails morph into sharp, dark claws.

“Yes”, you breathe out, mesmerized and terrified by the sudden change: “Her love knows no bounds, yet she always puts the needs of the nation before anyone else. If my suffering can help Snezhnaya, then I will accept it with open arms”, he moves back at your answer, all draconic traces gone in an instance, upper corner of his lips subtly rising - whatever you said must’ve pleased him immensely.

The conversation flows back into the territory of plans to be realized, yet the cold sensation of dread still clings to you, your gut feeling yelling at you to get up and run. You remain seated to the end of your meeting, politely conversing with the God that terrifies you.

***

Days slowly grow into weeks and Childe acts just as you have expected - the Eleventh Harbinger might be smart, yet even he wouldn’t be able to see what two of you are scheming. Still, you request Ekaterine, a spy you planted in Northland bank, to keep you updated on the Tartaglia’s actions - extra caution never hurts.

You continue to meet up with geo archon, as you two discuss your next actions. Tartaglia has started cooperating with that blonde foreigner Signora has warned you about, and while this union doesn’t pose any threat to your plans, it’s always good to have a plan B, just in case something happens.

Sometimes your conversation develops into a more unexpected direction, as you find the archaic lord more chatty and tending to ramble, than any of Liyuen historians would dare to picture him as. One on such occasion he talks with you about dragons - benevolent deities who protect and bless their people in an exchange of generous offerings.

His eyes devour you, as he retells you ancient folktales and you suppress your discomfort, preferring to attribute his honestly unnerving behaviour down to his lack of humanity - he was never human in the first place.

That’s why you also prohibit yourself from viewing him as anything but God - Rex Lapis in his “Zhongli” persona is genuinely attractive, he’s well-mannered and obviously handsome and far more knowledgeable than any mortal should be. If you didn’t know of his true nature you would have fallen for him by now - it’s hard not to.

Life, how strange that wouldn’t sound, goes as usual - you get Ekaterine’s report on what Childe’s up to and if it’s something unexpected you book a Liuli pavilion room and send an invitation to the funeral parlour consultant. You only need to wait until Childe gets desperate enough and decides to use the sigils of permission to unleash the well-awaited chaos.

This routine however is soon broken by the appearance of familiar ashy-white hair in the distance. She doesn’t wear her signature mask or dress, nor are there agents at both of her sides, yet you can still clearly recognize her. Signora leaves the Wangsheng building in haste, cape with the hood concealing most of her face and figure, except the long locks of hair, peeking from inside.

What is she doing here?

You thought that Tsaritsa sent two of her servants - Tartaglia and you, him to “test” Liyue, you to oversee the former’s actions and obtain gnosis, there’s no need to send her too.

Your mind races, as you search for a logical explanation of Signora’s presence as your memory supplies the piece of first conversation you had with “Zhongli” - could it be that Tsaritsa also sent you to play a role you have no idea of?

Cryo archon is a goddess of love and her love is cruel and unforgiving, she has sacrificed countless chess pieces before, so it wouldn’t be surprising if she did that again - you are nothing but a pawn after all, one of the tools she uses to exact her will and force her vision, all of the Harbingers are.

You want to believe that you can accept and resign to whatever hardship and fate your Goddess might subject you to. You can’t.

***

Adepti and Qixing converse at the pier of the seaport, as you hurry to the Northland Bank, a slight smile playing on your lips - Childe has finally done it - he summoned an ancient god to lure out Rex Lapis, ultimately proving that Liyue can stand without him.

There are sounds of heated argument heard when you open the building’s door and then you see it - Signora and Tartaglia exchanging barely concealed insults and “Zhongli” standing nearby.

“[Harbinger]? What are you doing here?”, the ginger shifts his gaze onto you, a rare emotion of hurt and disbelief flickering in his dead fish eyes. “Of course, Tsaritsa sent you too”, he smiles, angry and disappointed. “Seems that whole world wants to make a bad guy out of me”, he stomps out of the room, leaving you with Signora and “Zhongli”

“[Harbinger]”

“Signora'', you acknowledge each other, after she trails exiting Childe with her eyes.

“I am here to take the gnosis of Rex Lapis”, she says and you nod, accepting that your Goddess lied to you too: “Tsaritsa also asked me to give you this letter”, she extends her arm, a thick envelope with the familiar seal catching your attention.

With the trembling hands you snatch it out of her hold and almost rip the envelope - for what reason did Tsaritsa send you here?

She writes that you need to stay in Liyue for an undetermined period of time to upkeep “the agreement” made between her and Rex Lapis. You read her message silently, yet when your eyes trace over these words, the sensation of “ “Zhongli’s” eyes on you becomes ten times sharper and stifling. You don’t know what to do.

The other Harbinger leaves too, taking the gnosis with her, as “Zhongli” takes a couple of steps to you, touching your shoulder in a somewhat reassuring gesture. “[First]”, he starts, tone sympathetic and soothing. You don’t fall for it.

“You had your hand in it, didn't you?”, you hiss and accuse, throwing an angry glance at him, momentarily forgetting about the first two rules of dealing with archons.

He smiles, revealing two sharp fangs, his surprisingly scaly hands snaking around yours. “Yes”, Rex Lapis admits, and looks nothing like gentle and knowledgeable “Zhongli”. How could you forget? Archons aren’t humans, humanity is just a fancy dress they don to toy with mortals. He is the dragon, not the benevolent deity that is painted on the wall panels of Liuli pavillion, but a greedy and ancient creature, hungry for gifts and gratitude.

You are his generous offering.