#you were expecting some sort of mentor? fuck you.

[bananonbinary]

on the other hand the best twist of inscryption or any game ever actually was the fact that the stoat is your first and only ally and you immediately get super attached to him and trust him and then it turns out he actually sucks shit and all his advice is the worst

[creepy-friday]

Just came across your blog and I ended up binge-reading everything! I'm in love with the way you write the characters, specially the Proxies. And the female Proxy is definetly my favourite👌.

How it would be if, instead of being Slender's trusted minion and already a experienced Proxy, she was a newbie and fresh meat? Kinda like Cody, younger and dragged there with little to no choice because the Operator saw potential in them. Would the dynamics change, since she doesn't have a high rank to rely on?

Maybe Brian is appointed as her mentor and he gets advantage of her inexperience by corrupting her?

I'M VERY GLAD YOU ENJOY MY BLOG💖

Creepypasta Proxies x Newbie!Female Proxy

The overbearing silence after the buzzing static faded away was bringing in a new damned life.It's been a month since you were bought here,locked in your room until The Operator decided it was enough for you to settle in

It was time for you to meet again with the masked men that dragged you here-the same killers that were supposed to be your team, "allies" even

Every resident was looking down on you,even EJ that pitied you and looked at you with mercy behind his blue mask.The first time you had to pay a visit to his clinic he even asked if you are scared because deep down,his instinct made him to enjoy it

The harassing is real,but this time it's more dangerous.Remember,you're a helpless outsider in a place full of rapists,killers and awful fantasies.Walking down dark hallways is always in a hurry,same as eating and showering.

Since Brian was assigned to your ass,you're almost totally saved and worry free next to him,but he's also a piece of shit

He sees your potential,after all, if The Operator views you as valuable-then you're most certainly priceless.

He's a gentle guy,takes his sweet sweet time to teach you everything you need to know.

Sure,he respects you,but during training sessions he will do everything in his power to get you under him,sort of helpless.

"See,it's not that hard" he breathed out as he guided your hands on the right places "if you ever happen to find yourself in this position you know what to do now,right?" he smiled in a gentle manner,slowly standing up from above you,taking you by your hand with him."Do you want to reverse the roles?"

He will defend your name even if you are in the wrong during proxy meetings.He will keep on bringing up how fucked up all of them felt when they arrived there,and this point always works.(more or less for Masky)He knows how to pull the strings when he wants to

You already know the drill,Masky is a menace to work with,especially with newbies.Don't get me wrong,he doesn't expect you to be fully prepared to know shit,he enjoys having you dumb,but he will always make you feel like shit,he will try his best to bring a pained expression to your face because it makes him feel better and he's bored of Toby

Definitely uses you as a vent chat,no restrictions for him,from inventing some fucked up story to telling you about his miserable life from before the mansion and during the present since he doesn't expect you to stay

The only time he stops is when his friend gives him the sign.It's crazy,but he respects Brian more than he cares about breaking some of your lovely bones

Toby was more than glad to know another woman "joined in",especially since you're new and vulnerable,he now has the chance to look out for someone and to be needed

Altough Toby was the most unusual individual,Cody was the one to give you the creeps most of the times.And he does it on purpose

Since he's no longer the fresh meat everyone looks down to,he feels superior that now he has you around

He wouldn't bully you or make you feel bad on purpose, but he will definitely baby you around A LOT

Kate is complicated.She doesn't talk,she doesn't look at you,she doesn't make any effort to teach nor to train you.She looks down on you,and the only time she will open her mouth is to either tell you to stop what you're doing or to answer any of your questions with a phrase so vague it will make you have even more questions

Time is precious,so don't waste it.Every hour can be spent becoming stronger,but also every hour goes by terribly slow when around every fucking corner someone is gawking their eyes at you

[a-very-bored-blogger]

ᴴᵉˡᵖ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᴬᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᴶᵒⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵀᵃˢᵏᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ?! (𝗔 𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗖 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗢𝗗 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰) (part 1!)

Pairings: price, soap, gaz, ghost x gn!reader Summary: Work is tiring, so gaming is more fun. Enter the world of (the game title being too fucking long) and meet people like Gaz, Simon, Johnny, and Price!

Tags: ddlc inspired madness, romance, pining, slow descent to madness, dark taskforce x reader, god this seemed like a fun idea read the prologue here: https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/733340659955728384/%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A8%F0%9D%99%9A-%F0%9D%99%AE%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%AA%F0%9D%99%A7-%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A7%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%98%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A7 (for some reason it won't let me make a normal clickable link.)

Notes: -In-game will look like this!- i did not expect this to blow up. i need more of that. anyways, time to introduce the boys.

-You wake up in a dark room. Your head is dizzy.- The text blurts out as the screen begins in black. You squint your eye before clicking through the next piece of dialogue.

-"Wake up lass." a thick male Scottish accent could be heard.- The dialogue reads out. You click once again.

Then, the screen shows the picture of a man, with rather attractive features, and a sort of mohawk, looking down at you in concern, his mouth agape. In the screen was just his entire face, so you can't see much of his body, staring what feels like your eyes.

Then two choices popped up. Standard dating sim ritual, where any choice will affect your journey.

You choose the first option that shows up, feeling it suits your situation and character best. You clicked once again, only for his concerned look to turn into a cocky smile. -"Brough' yer here. Saw ya passed out in training before. Must've been the intense heatwave."-

The man continues introducing himself as Soap, with the pink box above the dialogue transforming from '???' to 'Soap'. Another two options pop up once again.

-"What the fuck kind of a name is Soap?"- (a)

-"Oh thank you so much!"- (b)

The choices were interesting, both of them enticed you. But you decided to be sarcastic and a bit of an asshole to the man who had just claimed to drag you out of a heatwave.

-"What the fuck kind of a name is Soap?" You ask, your gaze furrowed as he looks at you before seeming a bit offended at first before chuckling. +5 romance points.-

You glanced at the screen, laughing a bit before taking a sip from your glass- a simple choice of your coffee, 2 milks, 1 sugar. Curiosity lingered in your head, as you watch the screen fade into another picture of the Scotsman with a blush on his cheek, seemingly laughing awkwardly with you.

-"Aye lass, I just though Soap kinda rolled off the tongue quite well. In comparison to Price that is- old geezer's just using his actual fuckin' last name.-" The Scot retorted in response. You giggle a bit towards his response before clicking the next tab to view the next piece of dialogue.

His eyes narrowed quite a bit before smiling once again. -"Never took ye for a coffee drinker, I'm assumin' 2 milks and a sugar? All the Brits around here just like their tea.-"

Your eyes widened. There is no way this game could tell what you're drinking. After all, he was just a character you. This is just a coincidence- there is no way this game is an entire Doki Doki Literature Club ripoff right? All the thoughts raced thoroughly through your mind. You can either burn this and move on- or possibly enter a hopeless weird possibility of COD men actually falling in love with you. ("continue?") your brain asks. and you took the leap of faith of shrugging a hot character knowing your usual coffee order, and continued the cursed game. After a few clicks and so, minutes slowly turned into hours. Captain John Price was no longer you imaginary boyfriend- he is your mentor in game. And despite barely passing the training, with a grade of B- across all the training mini games, Price still gives you support. A pat in the back, some words of encouragement. Shame that this indie game doesn't have a budget to create voicelines, that would've made you even more delusional.

You have yet to meet Simon and Gaz in your 2 hour long playthrough, but the sun flashing through your window should be enough of a reminder that your time with your fictional boyfriends are enough. "I'm going to miss you guys." You uttered, pressing your pointer and middle finger against your lips, only to put it on the screen. And once again, a 'coincidence' happened once again. -"Love, I'll bring you over here one day to show you what a real kiss looks like."- Price uttered, before you briefly see his avatar blinking at you. You gasped. Yep, this is way too much game time for today, and you are hallucinating. Slamming your laptop lid directly, you took a deep breath and emitted a scream. "God, real life men can't make me scream like that."

[yourfavhoesblog]

Top! Dazai x bttm! Mentor Male reader

Listen to my songs 😡

Dazai dark era (15) and your taller than him btw (17)

You were at the bar with a glass of wine with a few friends after finishing your port mafia business until you got a notification from your junior 'Dazai.'

You hoped it was something that was important although knowing Dazai its probably not.

"Hey are ya busy?"

You responded annoyingly

"What do you want"

"No need to be so mean, i just want you to come over"

"Why should i"

"Should i come there myself

"What do you mean"

"Your at the bar right?"

"Im coming over fine!"

You didnt want him to cause any more chaos at the bar so you agreed getting on your jet black motorcycle driving off to dazais penthouse.

Walking up to the huge buildings you quickly shifted towards the elevator, clicking the highest number to his home. After you walked out the elevator you knocked on the door not expecting dazai to grab you in while hugging you head first.

"Oi get off!" You tried pushing him off however he didn't get off, Dazai wasnt only hugging you but he took a deep breath smelling you taking you in.

"You smell so good.."

You look at him with disgust finally pushing him of.

"So what do you want Dazai?"

"You"

"Huh are you high" you scoffed

He didnt say anything but walked over to you looking up at you bringing you down at his level, He opened his mouth and force opening your mouth using eachothers tongue to kiss. Although you felt something different in your mouth, it was a small pill that fell into your mouth. Dazai on the other hand was smirking at you realising what fell into your mouth.

"You'll see later" he winked

You start to feel weak in your knees as it wobbled you tried grabbing onto something in your reach unfortunately Dazai was the only one in reach there was nobody but him you couldn't depend on anything anyone but him. Grabbing him on his thighs your head became light and your eyes softened however Dazai stared at you with darkened eyes with a pitiful face.

"P-please" you squeezed your legs and thighs together as your dick started to get hard looking up at you. You use your weak strength to try to pull his pants down.

"Your so needy, do you really want me to violate you?"

You didnt speak but nodded

"Just do anything o-osamu!"

He used his feet rubbing to your thighs to your dick.

"Should i fuck you or just leave you here begging?"

"Fuck me hard!"

He takes his zipped his pants off taking of his underwear patting your hair but smiled kindly somehow the mood changes after grabbing the lock of your hair making you deepthroat his 6 inch dick. Your throat felt full of precum as it leaks of a few drips coming out your plump lips, Your eyes became teary eyes from his unexpected move. Dazai smiled as he breathed heavily.

"I wont come in your mouth"

You felt a bit disappointed but sucked him off anyway. He removed his dick from your mouth as you opened your eyes to see him jerking off and moaning

"Hah mhm" he whimpered

He was about to cum so you crawled over to him opening your mouth and sucked all of his cum while deepthroating him. Dazai was shocked but quickly looked down at you taking him so well and smiled bending down to kiss your forehead

"Your so dirty, you know"

He pinned you on the floor taking your undergarments of and grabbing your arms to the floor and placing his leg between your thighs.

He kissed your neck gently before smelling your captivating scent with a tint of cigarettes.

"I love you" he whispered

You felt disgusted but you couldn't help but feel a some sort of connection to his sweet words.

He shoved his wet dick into your hole,You felt an ectasy sensation your eyes looked towards him moaning shamelessly.

You wondered if he truly loves you or he just enjoys torturing you.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 13

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Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

**MINORS DNI** ADULT CONTENT

TW: Kissing, dry humping, clothed sex, smokable plant usage.

WC: 3100 LOL

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass

Burning Hearts Chapter 13: Accidental Dosage

— — 

“You keep dropping your shoulder, leaving yourself open for attack.”

“I’m not dropping shit, you’re nit-picking- UGH!” You were knocked backwards into a tree trunk. 

“You were saying?” Law cheekily grins from across the clearing. 

You roll your eyes while you catch your breath from the impact. 

“One of these days, Law, your mouth is going to write a check your ass can’t cash.” You sputter as you lunge towards your opponent, blade in each hand. 

Your attack is predictably blocked by Law’s giant katana and he forces you back again. 

“I have no problem putting my money where my mouth is.” 

*GRWWOOAAAR*

Both of your heads snap in the direction of the sound emanating from the dark woods. 

“The fuck was that?” You turn to Law and ask. 

“Probably some sort of-“

*RRRRAAA* 

A giant brown bear no less than 800 pounds bursts through a gap in the tree line and lumbers into the clearing, teeth bared. 

“Bear.” Law finished with an unamused expression. 

“What do we do?” You asked, heartbeat in your throat. 

“It’s fine.” Law states casually. “Room. Shambles.” 

At once, in a flash of blue, Law is right in front of the bear and rapping it harshly on the nose with his blade. The bear yelps. Before you could even comment, Law was back at your side at the edge of the clearing. 

“No need to show off.” You huff. 

Suddenly, the bear does something you don’t expect. It brings its front paws up to its nose in pain. The bear flops backwards holding its muzzle and starts to wail and cry like a toddler. 

“What’s it doing…” You cock your head, confused. 

“It’s… throwing a tantrum?” Law speculates. 

*GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA* 

A much louder, deep sound resonates through the forest around you. 

*crash* *snap* *thump*

*ROOOAARR*

You notice the tops of trees being felled in the distance, but not comfortably far away. You realize what it was. 

“You fucking moron… that was the baby bear… and we just pissed off mom…” You look to your right and make eye contact with Law. 

“Oops…” Law’s eyes widen. 

With a thunderous growl, an unimaginable beast emerges into the clearing. This brown bear was no less the size of a two story building and looked ready to swallow the both of you whole. 

With shocked expressions the both of you take several steps backwards. 

“Well? Any brilliant plan here, Mr Warlord?” You snap without taking your eyes off the face of the snarling creature. 

“Unless you have any bowls of porridge on you… I think we have to fight this thing.” Law draws his blade. 

“Great.” You sigh and unsheathe your swords as well. 

“You’ll take it from the top?” Law asks. 

“Got it.” 

*Grrrrrr*

The massive bear growls lowly and stalks towards the two of you, readying itself to attack. 

“On my word…” Law was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and you held yourself to his go. 

*sniff sniff* 

The bear was so close you could smell the salmon on its breath. You shuddered. 

“Now!”

You spring up into the air and unfurl your wings and launch an attack on the beast from above the nape of its neck. Law was working at disabling the creature from its legs and arms. The two of you fought for what seemed like ages against the hulking monster. 

During your assault on the back of the animal you hear Law groan from somewhere underneath you. You land back on the ground and see Law pinned to the dirt by one large paw, fighting off the bear’s jaws from piercing his neck. 

“Law!” You see red and your vision blurs. You find yourself no longer in control of your body and are hurtling towards the beast at an alarming rate, driving your head straight into the side of the animal. 

The giant beast groans as your slam it off of Law, leaving two gored holes in its side where you had made contact. 

“Hhaaaa!” You scream as you turn to slam your black spiked tail into the creature’s head. You don’t remember changing forms, all you knew is you had to make sure Law was safe. You sigh as you realize the mother bear was now finally unconscious. You notice the smaller one out of the corner of you eye and you let our a bellow that was far more beast than human… 

Upon hearing your cry, the baby bear retreated back into the woods. 

Your chest heaves and you finally come to your senses, looking around to find Law. He was already up on his feet and making his way towards you. He looked… shorter?

“Holy shit… look at you…” Law looks up at you. 

You look down at your feet. They weren’t yours anymore. Huge black, scaled and clawed haunches were where your normally slender tanned legs would have been. This must have been how you launched yourself at the bear so forcefully…

Your head was swimming… what ugly features… 

“Daisy? You okay?” Law’s voice sounded like he was underwater to you. 

You look over at the giant bear’s body and notice the two puncture wounds you had made in its side. You gingerly pat at the top of your head. You feel something that isn’t just your hair… two curved horns protruded from your skull.

“No…” You gasp. 

Everything goes black. 

— — 

You wake up alone in your own bed at the base. You try to process what had happened in the clearing but you felt sick thinking about it. You couldn’t help but think that this training was more than you could take. Maybe you were just naturally weak, unable to handle this powerful of a Devil Fruit ability… maybe you should renounce the pirate life and tell your crew to go on without you after the 2 years is up… 

*knock knock knock knock*

“Hiiiii bitch good morning! Just kidding good afternoon. Heard you kicked a bear’s ass into next week?” Ikkaku comes into your room without waiting for a response. She carried a pile of clothing in her arms. 

“It was way bigger than just a bear…” You sigh as you sit up in bed. 

“Well either way, the weather’s going to change soon so we need to get our tan on before we’re stuck offensively pale for the rest of the season.” 

“You want to go tanning? In the yard? I don’t have a bathing suit. I don’t exactly go swimming often…” 

“You don’t think I thought of that? That’s why I brought you some of mine to choose from. Hurry up, we’re burning daylight!” 

— — 

What incredible power she held. If only she wasn’t so afraid of it. She saved his life today. 

Law sits at his desk pouring over more books about ancient devil fruits. She could take on the world with this ability if only she would push herself to harness it. Law felt partially responsible for her stubbornness to use her abilities, he had become softer on her since… acknowledging the feelings he held for her. He battled with the idea of pushing her to harness her full strength and the thought of cultivating a romantic relationship with her. 

Law pushes back in his chair and rubs his eyes. The smell of warm baked goods hits his nose. Law sits up straighter. Man… that smelled nice…

“Captain! Daisy made brownies, come have some!” Penguin calls from outside his office door. 

Brownies. 

How could anyone resist that luxurious aroma?

Law is brought out of his office by the smell of sweet treats like a cartoon character being drawn by a pie cooling on a windowsill. He makes his way to the main living area and finds his whole crew minus Daisy and Ikkaku shoveling chocolate brownies into their mouths. 

“Here cap, have one! I’ve already had 3! They’re so good!” Penguin hands him one as he enters the room. Law inspects the confection before taking a bite. The flavors were immaculate, even he couldn’t deny that. Daisy truly had a knack for baking. They tasted a little different from the brownies he had eaten before in his life, but they were beyond delicious. Law quickly gobbles up the rest of the square. 

“Hey you two.” Shachi approaches Law and Penguin. “Seen the garden recently?” He says with a smirk on his face, pointy teeth poking through. 

“Why?” Penguin asks. 

“I dunno. I think you should check it out, though. Sooner rather than later.” Shachi’s grin grows and he heads back to sit on the couch. 

Law’s curiosity is piqued. He turns tail quietly and heads to the back door of the base that headed straight out to the yard. 

“Wait I’m coming too!” Penguin hollers and picks up his pace to follow his captain at his heels. 

The two men exit the base through the back door and round the corner towards the garden. 

Law gasps and throws his arm out to the side to block Penguin from proceeding any further. 

“Holy shit…” Penguin breathes out heavily. 

Several yards away, seated on lounge chairs were Ikkaku and Daisy taking in the sun. 

They both held magazines and beers in their hands as they laughed about something they were reading in their gossip rags. Ikkaku wore a low cut pink one piece swimsuit while Daisy wore a black string bikini. 

This was clearly Ikkaku’s bikini, seeing as how Daisy’s breasts struggled to maintain their position in the tiny top. Law couldn’t help but notice the way they jiggled when she laughed. The small triangles holding in her supple flesh strained against her ample chest. 

Law felt the crotch of his pants tighten. He remembered he wasn’t alone. 

“we… we should go back inside.” Law mutters.

Penguin said nothing. Mouth still wide open. Law grabbed the sleeve of his jumpsuit and dragged him back inside the base. 

“pervert…” 

— — 

“The sun’s almost down. We should head back in.” You said to your friend. 

“Ugh, back to that sausage fest? I could stay out here all day.” Ikkaku lays back in her chair. 

“I almost got eaten by a bear this morning. I’m ready to eat and go to bed early. What’s with you and Peng anyway?”

“Nothing really. We hook up sometimes but it’s not serious.” Ikkaku says casually. 

“you’re hooking up???” You sit up on your elbows.

“I mean sort of! He goes down on me, that’s it.” 

“THAT’S IT? You’re getting licked and I’m just hearing about it now?” You gasp. 

“When was I supposed to tell you! You’re always playing nurse ratchet to the captain.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Well is it good at least?” You lift your sunglasses and ask. 

“Not really… but he’s learning.” Ikkaku chuckles. 

“Men are very trainable.”

“That they are.” 

As the two of you clink your beers in agreement, Bepo stumbles out into the garden. He looked disoriented.

“Woah, what’s wrong big guy?” You rise to your feet. 

“Miss Daisy! We need your help! Quick!”

— — 

“YOU FUCKING ATE ALL OF THE BROWNIES?” You scream at the crew of white jumpsuit clad pirates in front of you. “I put a god damn note on these saying these were MY brownies and for NO ONE ELSE to eat them!”

“Yes but we just thought since you make us other stuff to eat we could have these too!” Bepo was panting and looked very nervous. 

“No way…” Ikkaku holds in a laugh.

“Are you guys that fucking stupid?! Do you have ANY idea how much herb you’ve all just ingested?!?” You continue ranting at the men. 

“I don’t really think they need yelling right now, D…” Ikkau puts her hand on your shoulder. 

You look around the room. Jean Bart was asleep in the middle of the floor, Uni and Shachi were huddled together on the couch looking terrified, other crew members were pacing the floor, Penguin was rambling to himself in the doorway. Even Bepo was having a hard time holding it together… he must have eaten a lot…

Your eyes were drawn to Law, who was seated on a singular cushion in the corner of the room with his knees pulled up to his chest and eyes bugged wide. 

“Fucking idiots…” 

“Miss Daisy what do we do… please help…” Bepo digs his claws into your shoulders. 

You rub your eyes and sigh. You clear your throat.

“EVERYBODY! Go to bed! Lay down! Turn on the TV or some music and just sit the fuck down! The sooner you go to sleep the sooner this will be over! And once this is over I can beat the shit out of you all for eating all my weed!” 

The room is silent for a moment before the group of terrified men heed your orders and head to the door. 

“Can you make sure everyone makes it to their rooms okay? I’m gonna check on your greened-out captain.” You ask Ikkaku as you nod towards Law huddled in the corner. 

“Got it.”

“I’ll come check on everyone in a bit.”

Ikkaku nods and follows everyone out of the living room. 

You approach Law and kneel down next to him slowly. 

“Hey… how’s it going?” You speak in a soft, gentle voice. You get no response. 

“Whatchya doing, pal?” You ask. 

“Breathing.” Law states, not making eye contact, still staring wide eyed at some unknown point across the room. 

“Right, right okay good! Breathing is good!” You were trying so hard to hold in your laughter. “Can you maybe come with me and we can get you into bed?” Law nods and you help him rise to his feet. He follows you wordlessly to his room and you get him seated on his bed. 

“I’m going to check on everyone else, how about you change and get into bed, okay?” You ask carefully. 

Law nods. You leave him to go do rounds in the rest of the state rooms. Most of the rooms were full of very happy or very sleepy men, but you found quite the interesting situation upon reaching Penguin and Shachi’s room. 

You open the door and find Penguin curled up like a toy poodle in Ikkaku’s lap as she strokes his hair. Shachi was peering out the windows and breathing heavily. 

“This one’s fine…” Ikkaku nods down at the man in her lap. “But the other one thinks the government is here to murder us.” She rolls her eyes at you. 

“Shachi if you don’t get your ass in bed right now I’m going to beat your ass worse than a Marine Admiral would and I MEAN that.” You growl at him. 

“They’re watching us right now! You don’t hear that?” Shachi exclaims. 

You huff and grab the mans face in your hands. 

“You’re fucking high, you idiot. If you don’t chill out I’ll make sure you’ve got bigger issues.”

Shachi, terrified, tucks himself into bed. 

You give Ikkaku a thumbs up and return to check on Law. 

After making your way back to the captain’s quarters, you find Law laying on his back in bed, shirt unbuttoned but not off, pants off, briefs on, socks and hat still on, staring at the ceiling. 

“Feeling any better?” You chirp as you quietly enter the captain’s bedroom. 

“Daisy!” Law sits up and pulls the comforter over his exposed legs and thighs. 

“It’s fine, Law, just relax. You okay?” You move to sit on the side of the bed at his hip. You look down and look into his eyes. 

To your shock, he bursts out laughing. 

“Yeah? What’s funny, huh?” You smile, seeing the normally stoic, anti-drug pirate captain high out of his fucking mind. 

“Remember when I almost got eaten by a fucking bear this morning?” Law chokes out between fits of laughter. 

“You’ve got a sick sense of humor, man, because I did NOT think that was very chill.” You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. Instinctively, you place a comforting hand on his chest. 

Law grasps at your wrist with his right hand. He strokes it gently up towards your shoulder. 

“You kicked its ass, though. Saved me.” 

“You would have been fine.” You blushed. 

Law’s hand makes its way up to your neck, pulling you closer. 

“Your skin is so soft…” Law says lazily through hooded eyes. 

You laugh. 

“You’re high.” You smile down at him. 

“And you’re hot.” Law smirks up at you. 

“Oh stop it.” You try to brush him off. 

“No seriously…” Law runs his fingers through your hair and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “When you grew those horns and those claws, you were like some sort of angel…” 

You scoff. 

“Not sure what kind of angels you read about… but I’m certainly not one of them.” You sigh and avert your gaze. 

“Let me kiss you for a little, please?” Law, while still dazed, pleads with you. 

“Ask me again after you’ve come down, you aren’t thinking right.” You move to stand up. 

“Need you now, though. Don’t wanna be alone. Please?” Law grabs your wrist as you try to stand. 

Holy shit he was hot when he begged. Every logical thought in your brain told you to leave but he was pleading for you so sweetly… you had to give in against your better judgment. 

“Fine. A few kisses and then you’re off to bed.” You hop up onto the bed and straddle his underwear clad waist. Law smirks and grips your waist with both hands. You lean down and capture his lips in a soft kiss. You feel Law groan into your lips and it sends shivers straight down your spine. 

As the kiss became more heated, you feel Law push your hips down onto his. Wait… was all of that him? Gods there was no way… 

You were just in a tank dress over your swim suit so you could feel the hardened length against your core so distinctly. You were so shocked at his sheer size that you yelp in surprise as Law pushes his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help but notice his kissing skill was improving.  Law grabs the back of your nape with one hand and pulls your backwards so he could plant wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Oh!” You gasp in pleasure, feeling his lips on your skin and his throbbing cock underneath your wet, bikini-clad sex. Law used his other hand to guide your hips back and forth across his clothed manhood. 

Law digs his teeth into your neck and purses his lips to suck on it. 

“Gods, Law!” You cry out. 

“Nggghh!” Law groans loudly and grips your hip impossibly tight and presses your core into his pelvis. 

Suddenly his hand on your waist loosens and he releases your flesh from his mouth. His head flops back onto the bed, hat askew. He was panting heavily. 

“Wait.. did you?” You cock your head from your position above him. 

Law covers his eyes with his arm that was just around your body. 

“Shit.. yeah… I’m sorry…” He whispers out softly. 

“Hey…” You move his arm and kiss his lips, his face stained beet red. “It’s okay. You’ll sleep better now right?” You chuckle. 

“Ugh…” 

You pull his hat off his head and set it on his bedside table. You cup his face for a moment before you rise from the bed. 

“Get some shut eye. I’ve gotta check on the rest of your crew. I’ll be back to-“ You move to the archway and look back. 

Law was already snoring. 

You smile and head out. 

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*Author’s Note* SORRY THIS WAS A BILLION YEARS LONG. I HAD A VISION. Omg he’s gonna be so embarrassed I can’t wait. At least he’s finally getting some sleep? Idk y’all give me some feedback here because we’re getting to the MEAT! 

[writersblog20]

I got you, baby girl

Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: After a traumatic event, Pedro came in to make sure you felt safe again. You’re his baby girl after all.

Warnings: rage from the reader, hints to a bad household but no clear mention. A horrible father and stepmother, intimidation, (life) threats, mention of no safety, mention of the system failing the reader, ptsd, trauma, dissociating, edibles, dad jokes with Pedro, Reader calls Pedro old man (no offense, it’s part of an ongoing joke war in the story), Pedro being some sort of father figure vibes, wholesome relationship with Pedro, age-gap.

Words: 3,9K

A/N: So eh…. Something traumatic happened yesterday and this is what it’s based on the only thing different is that Pedro is in this. But yeah, I just really want and need him to comfort me because I’m seriously going through hell right now and yes I’m using the line from joel from the last episode from TLOU

 I got you, baby girl

You went to school and had a pretty good day. You felt alright and had a little bit more energy. You texted Pedro, like you guys always do. He was your co-star and you could say you had a pretty wholesome relationship. Kind of like Bella and Pedro have. You were great friends with Bella as well when Pedro introduced the two of you. Anyway, Pedro lived near you so the two of you spent time with each other as much as you could. He really was your comfort space and you loved him so much.

You walked into your classroom and it was going to be a long day but that was fine. You had an assignment and that would be: make a after movie from the event which would take up the whole day and evening but like I said, you were ready and gladly took the job.

The day went by fast and you went outside after the lessons to get some fresh air but that was when you saw her. The wife of your father. The one who did horrible things to you as a child. She did that besides your father. She was just as guilty. You immediately got on edge and went to fight or flight mode and yours was fight. And boy, did you want to fight her. The rage you felt was out of this world and you would happily sent her ten feet underground. It wasn’t that she would ignore you… Oh no… she was way worse, just like your dad and test you. She would always smirk at you and watch you. That made it always ten times worse because you wanted to bash her head in. First do all this shit to you as a child, getting away with it because the system failed you and then would always smirk at you when she would see you. It was like the biggest slap in the face because it told you everything you needed to know. “Yeah I did that and yes I got away with it. what are you going to do about it?” kind off smirk.

You walked back inside, completely in shock and that was when you realized that the event you needed to film, was why she was here. “Fuck….” You thought in utter shock as your body started to tremble, your eyes getting watery and your breathing became rapid. You texted Pedro about the situation and he knew a couple of things about your father. Just some snipped, important snippets nonetheless.

You texted Pedro but you knew he was in a meeting and probably wouldn’t respond right now. One of your teammates who walked outside with you, advised you to go to one of your teachers, preferably mentor. So you did.

You knocked on the door and walked in, sitting in front of your mentor as you spilled what was going on. You wished to never tell anyone here but you had no choice right now. You told the most important things but still wanted to do the assignment. You told her that you were scared that she might contact your father and that he would wait outside for you. He was a dangerous man and unpredictable. You never expected this to happen. You closed this chapter a long time ago and thought you might never see them again because you haven’t seen them for at least 2 years so you thought they moved or something but apparently not and now he knew what school you went to…

Your mentor gave you advise for what you could do if you felt uncomfortable or something would happen, where you could go and to who. You were deadest on doing this assignment. You wanted to because you never want them to take something else from you away, even if it would be this dumb project. It was the principle for you. There were moments where you teared up a couple of times but pushed those emotions away as much as you could, only to notice that it was getting harder with the second.

When you were done with the conversation, you and your teammates gathered the gear and started to get ready, only to be interrupted by your mentor and one of your other teachers, asking you to come with them. So you did. You felt a heaviness in the air, how could it not but you tried to stay as professional as you could because that was how you kept your emotions under control. Like you wanted to say, you know what, it’s not that big of a deal, forget about it.

But you knew. You knew this was a big deal and not something to take lightly, even though you really wanted to take this lightly so you could dissociate from it. Yeah, not a good copings mechanism. You sat down and the air got thicker and thicker with the second, almost making it unbearable to breath. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Maybe you took it so lightly because you were already dissociating. You weren’t thinking clearly anymore and was very much led by your emotions, which is understandable. You teacher started speaking up. “Y/N, I’m really sorry to tell you this but I think it’s better for you to go home… We can’t guarantee your safety here. We know you’re strong and you want to do this assignment but there will be more to come so you don’t have to worry about that. But I think it’s the best to go home. Not only for your physical safety but also for your mental safety and to avoid conflict. I’m very sorry…”

She spoke softly but you felt your heart break in to a million pieces. You understand where they are coming from but the point is, that it’s even necessary and how fucking unfair it is. They did things to YOU and now YOU HAD to go home. Why did the system fail you? Why do you have to leave and not them. Why do you have to fight for your mental health because of things THEY did to you. Why can they live without any consequence? IT’S THEIR FUCKING FAULT AND NOW YOU HAD TO LEAVE. That was it. You felt so much injustice and it broke you down. You started crying and couldn’t stop.

They looked with sympathy at you and you hated it. You hated this conversation, you hated the people who did this and you hated this look. It was always the look. That’s why you didn’t want to tell people. You know they mean well and of course you would feel like shit even if they wouldn’t give you that look. It was just the unfairness. They took something from you, once again. Your mentor softly rubbed your knee. You even had to go through the fucking backdoor. You felt your phone buzz and look who it was. Pedro. Or in your phone: Pedge. You picked up, needed to hear him. That was the only thing you wanted right now. You needed Pedro.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” Extreme worry laced in his voice. You started to tear up as you looked up at your teachers. “Could you maybe pick me up?” The cracks in your voice with the tremble was undeniable. “Are you still at school?” you hummed and let out a soft sob. “I’m on my way, stay there sweetheart.” You hang up and the teachers stayed with you until you got a text from Pedro, telling you where he was parked.

Your mentor walked with you with two security guards. The fact that this was necessary was heartbreaking. Pedro immediately got out of his car when he saw you. His face plagued by worry, anxiety and wanted to comfort you, keep you safe and protected. He picked up his pace, his eyes never leaving his face and you felt yourself crumble down with each step Pedro got closer to you.

Tears slipping on your cheeks when Pedro got to you and pulled you in the biggest and tightest hug. The people from school took a step back, giving you some space. You started to sob uncontrollably and your whole body was shaking. Pedro got out of the hug and placed his large hands on your cheeks. “Hey, look at me. it’s me. It’s okay, it’s okay baby girl.I got you. I got you baby girl.” He told you when he pulled you in a hug again. “I got you, you’re safe now. I got you.” You’ve never heard his voice this soft before. He was so gentle and you were so fragile at the moment.

“Let’s get you home baby girl.” He whispered, making you nod while you hid your face in his neck, smelling his cologne which made you feel a bit safer and calmed you down. Pedro took your backpack with your laptop and gear in it from you and hang it on his shoulder. His other arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to the side of his body. He said some things to your teacher, which you didn’t hear. You were very much dissociating right now. Pedro softly led you to his car, never taking his eyes off you.

He knew you were in for a ride now. Yeah you were safe now and stuff but the after effect, was what was going to be tough. You were extremely triggered in your ptsd. Pedro helped you in the car and slightly leaned over you to put the seatbelt on while you stared in front of you with, at the moment, no emotions behind your eyes. very much like a doll right now but that is dissociation huh.

Pedro was driving to his house, yet keeping a close eye on your while you silently cried. Just tears running down at this point. When you arrived at Pedro’s house, he helped you get out of the car and led you in the house, his arm still around you.

He placed your backpack on the table when you sat down on the couch, still having trouble processing this. Pedro sat down next to you and pulled you into side. One arm behind you and the other around you, caressing your head as he softly pulled your head towards his chest. You broke down at that point, just completely and franticly crying your eyes out while Pedro softly rocking you back and fort while he shushed you and whispered comforting words in your ear.

After 45 minutes, Pedro finally managed to calm you down. Your breathing started to slow down again and the crying started to get less and less. You felt exhausted. Mentally and physically. “There you go. There you go sweetheart. You’re doing so well princesa.” He cooed you. Your eyes were puffy and completely red at this point. “Let’s get you some tea. You need to hydrate.” He told you and only let go of you when you got out of the hug. Your back and sides started to hurt because it wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world so you got out of the hug. Pedro reluctantly let go of you, awaiting your next move.

Pedro cupped your cheeks and softly, gently wiped away the last remaining tears from your cheeks while giving you a soft, loving and gentle smile. You softly smiled back but you both knew it wasn’t a real one. He softly planted a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into another hug. His hand behind your neck, softly placing your head against his chest as he let out a soft sigh as he started to relax himself now, knowing that your safe. He was extremely worried and stressed about you but now that he had you in his arms, that fear became a little less.

Pedro got out of the hug and reached out his hand for you to take. You walked hand in hand towards the kitchen where he started to make some tea. “Let’s go upstairs and get you into something comfortable and wash your face right now baby girl.” Every time he called you baby girl, you felt more and more safer and calmer.

While the tea was waiting to boil, you both walked upstairs. You’ve been here many times when you would accidently fall asleep on his couch and he would bring you upstairs to lie you down in his bed while he slept on a couch in his room. When you would wake up in the middle of the night and find him there, you woke him up to just get in the bed with you. Nothing behind it, just sleep. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he could never do that.

Anyways, you’ve been here many times by now. Pedro got some of his comforting clothes out of his closet and gave you a hoodie and joggings with some warm socks. You walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to see yourself completely broken in the mirror. It looked like you’ve been through hell. Well, you kind of did since all the flashbacks from years prior came back obviously.

You got changed and washed your face before walking back. Pedro was patiently waiting for you as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his hands. He quicky looked up at you when you exited the bathroom. He stood up, worry still visible on his face while he awaited your reaction. You walked towards him and placed your arms around him for a hug. You felt his arms around you and gently tighten around you as he lingered his lips on the top of your head.

“How about, we get some tea, get high, watch a stupid movie and order your favorite take- out, with the dessert obviously and you stay here for tonight and take a day off tomorrow hmh? You need your rest baby.” You nodded softly, only to tear up again. “That sounds really nice, I’d like that.” You could just cry about anything at this point. “Then we’ll do that. And don’t you worry about a thing okay? That’s my job.” You softly chuckled but you knew what he meant. He meant that he would take care of whatever would come your way.

You walked downstairs and looked outside, only to see a snowstorm going on right now. Pedro lit the fireplace as you sat silently on the couch. Pedro went to the kitchen to get some tea for you and to put your plushy heating pad in the microwave. You started to stare in front of you again until Pedro came back into his Livingroom. He placed the tea on the table and gave the plushy to you with a soft smile. He got a blanket from the corner of the couch and placed it around your shoulders and sat next to you.

You always had the corner of the couch at Pedro’s house and so now and then you shared it with him. Or well, he just sat next to you in the corner and you were perfectly fine with that. So this time was for obvious reasons no different. You were waiting for him to get comfortable before you did because you wanted to cuddle. Pedro held his arm out for you and you laid against his side, your head resting just above his heart with your arm around him. “You got the edibles by the way?” you asked when you remembered but already heard Pedro chuckle above you and gave you the candy.

You both took it and he got the tv remote searching for funny videos. You guys were easy since you both had the same humor so when you would find something, you shared it with him and the other way around. You both easily sent a lot of tiktoks to each other. It was your love language and Pedro figured that out pretty quick.

You rested against Pedro again and he softly cradled your head and chuckled softly at the videos being played on his tv, making you chuckle softly as well which Pedro noticed and dramatically gasped. “Are YOU laughing at this?” Sarcasm and a playful tone lingering on his words. “Are you??” you chuckled a bit more when he poked your side before chuckling himself as you squealed.

After a while the edibles started to kick in and you finally reached your relaxing point. You were at this point rolled up in the blanket. “Let’s order some food” Pedro remarked and laughed a little when he saw you. “My little sad burrito.”  He told you with sympathy yet playfully. You giggled slightly and Pedro held his phone in front of you so you could choose what to eat. You chose on sushi and Pedro ordered a whole bunch of stuff and obviously, desserts.

The two of you were more slouched down into the couch and Pedro more to your side at this point, cuddling up together. You both almost fell asleep until the doorbell rang. Pedro jumped up. “Fuck, I forgot.” He mumbled more to himself while he struggled to get up, making you chuckle slightly.

Pedro got back inside with three full bags full of food. The smell hit your nose and your tummy started growling, making Pedro chuckle softly. You got out of your cocoon and helped him placing the food on the small table in front of the couch. When everything was set, you both sat down on the carpet on the floor. “Thank you Pedge..  for everything.” You told him and Pedro stopped eating for a sec and looked at you. “Baby girl, it’s no problem at all, you know that right? I’m here for you, you don’t have to do it alone anymore.” He told you and softly placed his hand on the back of your head and softly pulled your head towards him so he could kiss the top of your head. You smiled softly and Pedro knew that this too, was a part of your love language.

After dinner and some desserts, you were completely content. You and Pedro cleaned the table and placed the left overs in the fridge before plopping back down on the couch. At this point the edibles reached a point where you both would laugh at everything. Or at least, you both had that effect on each other and it almost started a war from who can make the other laugh the most. So that happened on set and interviews, red carpets etc.

Pedro got your plushy again and placed it in his microwave and gave it back to you when it was warm enough. You started watching some compilation of tiktok videos on his tv and both couldn’t stop laughing. Laughing even harder at the next video so at a point you both were in tears from laughing so much. You wiped away your tears and looked at Pedro who laid stretched out on the couch, his head against your shoulder as he tried to stop laughing but failing miserably and making you laugh because of him.

It was dark outside, the whole street covered by the snow, only for more to come as the storm picked up. For some reason you always felt comforted and safe when it snowed. It made you feel like you were in a tiny snow globe where nothing could hurt you so imagine how safe, comforted and protected you felt now.

All of a sudden you just felt like giving Pedro a hug so you did. You wrapped your arms around Pedro and held him tightly. Pedro was taken back by surprise and was scared for a moment that you felt bad again. It took him a moment to respond but when he did, he quickly placed his arms around you and held you tightly while his lips rested on your head. “You okay baby girl?” he asked gentle, making you nod. “Yeah… because of you. Thank you. I know I said it before but I mean it. thank you.” He knew what you meant. You loved him and this was your way of saying so. “You’re more than welcome. You’re my baby girl, don’t forget that.” His voice still soft and kissed the top of your head multiple times.

When you got out of the hug, but still kept physical contact by laying on his chest again. At this point you both laid down completely. “Not to ruin this moment, but my back is killing me.” you chuckled at the way he said it. “Yeah, yeah you laugh about that. Come knocking at my door when you get my age, then we’ll talk” He said playfully. “Want to watch a movie in bed old man?” you chuckled, playfully teasing him as a dramatic gasp left his lips. “Did you just called me an old man? I’m offended!” You got up from the couch and reached out your hand to help him off the couch. “my fault. I meant middle aged man.” You chuckled. This was always a part of your joking routine.

Pedro took your hand and groaned dramatically when he got up from the couch, making you laugh. “You go freshen up first, I’ll warm up your plushy.” He told you. You quickly kissed him on his cheek as a thanks and made your way upstairs. When you were done, and got a pajama from Pedro’s closet, knowing he won’t mind and laid down in bed, scrolling a bit through your phone. You heard Pedro walking up the stairs and into the room. He handed you your plushy and you held it against your abdomen and thanked him before he disappeared into the bathroom which didn’t take him long.

He crawled in next to you and handed you the tv remote to look for a movie. You chose out your comfort movie and cuddled up in Pedro’s arms. Pedro knew you were exhausted and would fall asleep in no time, which he wasn’t wrong about. You were desperately fighting to stay awake, nodding off and then quickly opening your eyes again. Pedro saw you fight and he softly chuckled. “It’s okay baby girl. Get some sleep, you’re safe now. I’ll be right here and won’t go anywhere.” You mumbled a bit at the cooing before closing your eyes and feeling the safety in Pedro’s arms. You were glad you had Pedro who looked out for you and would cross the world for you if he had to. There was no doubt about that and he would make sure that you won’t forget that.  

[biggiedraws]

okay i just finished rewatching fma brotherhood and can we please talk about how fuckin 15 ed is. like lots of anime protagonists are 15 but ed is *so* 15.

like- he needs to disguise the car so he makes it into a 15 year olds idea of a really cool car, and its so cringe the adults force him to change it. he makes ling a sword and puts a little skull on the handle (for literally no reason except that he presumably thought it would be cool, even though they were in the middle of getting their asses kicked by envy) and then gets defensive when ling calls it lame. he gets riled up unbelievably easily over NOTHING. his fighting style is scrappy- hes experienced but not disciplined, and he'll use whatevers on hand to get the job done. he'll mess around in the middle of a fight, use unnecessarily flashy moves/weapons, and hes just generally a nuisance in combat. he gets really flustered when people insinuate that winry is his girlfriend, and then when he DOES confess to her 2 years later he uses a fucking alchemy metaphor because hes a NERD.

im saying all of this with affection by the way- hes a cringe 15 year old because 15 year olds are cringe! i feel like most of the time these high school age protagonists are basically just adult characters with more naive ideals, or theyre a bit more emotional, or they have "childish" interests. ESPECIALLY with these high stakes action-adventure stories, where the fate of the world is in their hands. but a kid can have the weight of the world on their shoulders and still handle their emotions poorly, act recklessly, goof off at inappropriate times, and generally think and act in a way that adults wouldnt. and still be mature and competent characters! i mean, ed is a GREAT protagonist. he has a full understanding of the stakes and he knows how and when to get serious. but he also does shit like breaking into a secret government laboratory, alone, in the middle of the night, with no plan, and nearly gets himself killed in the process. because hes a reckless kid! and if he HADNT done that, they never would have found out the enemys plan in time!

and its just so perfectly executed- instead of childish traits being sprinkled on top of adult problem solving and emotional regulation, him being 15 informs how he acts all the time! sometimes this is a good thing because he solves problems in a unique way, and sometimes it causes even MORE problems. its a fundamental aspect of his character that contributes to both his strong and weak points.

and my absolute favourite part is that hes still treated like a person worthy of his title and reputation- not only by the adult characters, but by the narrative itself. but he isnt treated like an adult either! the adults around him dont talk down to him, but they also dont have adult expectations of him. theres a whole bit about how the adults shouldnt stand by while the children are on the battlefield- insinuating that while the children are worthy of standing on the battlefield alongside them, they also feel some responsibility to lead them since theyre the adults. which is super reasonable! its probably the best take on adult mentor figures for child main characters ive ever seen.

and yeah theres an argument to be made that it was pretty fucked up of mustang to recruit ed to the military at 12 years old. but he was super upfront with him about what it would entail and didnt force him into it. so watching it as an adult, yeah, its fucked up. but the target audience is kids and thats how kids want to be treated! yeah its a lot of responsibility, but ed knew that going in AND he has a huge support network of trustworthy adults who are looking out for him. hes fine. and hes DEFINITELY better off than most high school age protagonists, who are just sort of thrust into high stakes, life-threatening situations with little guidance. the dynamic is less "you are The Chosen One who will singlehandedly save the world" and more "i mean you certainly have the skills and we really appreciate you working with us but what the fuck is a child doing in the military. who authorized this?? youre going to get yourself killed PLEASE be more careful!" and like. if youre gonna have a show about a 15 year old saving the world, then thats definitely the way to do it.

and what really seals the deal is how pissed ed gets when people treat him like a kid. thats the most 15 year old thing ever! he FEELS like hes being talked down to and disrespected just because hes not given the same expectations and responsibilities as the adults. watching it as a 20 year old im super impressed by the way the adults treat ed, but i can also understand why ed gets so frustrated. its the nature of being a teenager and thinking you can handle more than you can. which really just solidifies how fuckin 15 he is

btw im not saying ed is the only well written teenager in the show. hes just the clearest example- hes so LOUD about who he is and it makes it really easy to talk about his character traits. also hes like my favourite character ever and i just have to talk about him. so like al and the rest are also really convincing kids, and a lot of this stuff kind of applies to all of them! im just talking about ed because i want to lmfao

[delusionbound]

“Amanita Szarr, and the two assholes who adopt her”

mild tw for brief mentions of possible sexual trauma and childhood abuse

summary: literally brainrotting over amanita, tav and astarion rn. this is all self indulgent. basically just my thoughts on how tav x astarion would work with amanita as their pseudo kid. found family ensues

you’re in act 1 after learning about astarion and his relation to cazador. a young girl shows up in the middle of the night, awkwardly trying to talk to you. if you pass an insight check, you see that she’s hiding something behind her, she’s nervous, it’s like she hasn’t talked to anyone in a while.

whether you fail the check or not, she fails her attempt. she fails to stake astarion in the chest regardless, and after a series of confusing attempts to talk you learn about who she is.

Her name is Amanita Szarr, and she’s on a mission to kill every vampire she finds despite being one. And she plans to kill a man named Cazador. She’s blunt, she’s honest, and she’s furious.

She’s wearing a crisp and wrinkly old dress, she has blood shot eyes and poorly chopped hair, she looks angry. not just angry, but vengeful.

over the course of a month you learn she’s cazadors fucking niece. although she would keep most of what she’s been through unknown. this would absolutely rock astarions perception of what was already an incredibly traumatic situation. how much was he hiding from him? How the fuck did he miss a kid being locked in an attic being turned into either a true vampire or dhampir due to a wonky transformation.

can you imagine the sheer abuse she went through? the severe isolation, and the possible sexual trauma (due to the type of ppl were dealing with here, although this is just speculation) and neglect for all of her adolescence.

astarion can understand it way more then he’d like to admit.

amanita and tav would start out with a general distrust for their respective reasons, but eventually grow a mentor and student relationship, after all she hasn’t been shown much basic affection. Although she’d be distrusting she’d be quick to latch onto someone…Astarion and her would be a very different story though.

amanita and astarion would hate each other initially. both terrified to confront the memories they want to block out, and both being complete opposites. she’s spent the entirety of her life locked in an attic, she’s shit with people.

she doesn’t know how to manipulate people and she doesn’t want to. Astarion has adopted it out of survival instincts. And needless to say he’s not fond of kids, even if they are over 100 years old. but slowly they both gain a begrudging sense of exasperation for eachother, but it’s fond.

it takes a long time no doubt, but they both share some things in common. They both want one particular asshole dead, and they’re both willing to hurt people to survive.

Id like to think that she’s a witch, a ranger, or a bard, she was incredibly academic due to how much time she had on her own. Maybe the only thing to occupy her time was an instrument and song writing. Maybe she just got really good with daggers and her only contact was with animals outside. But either way, she’s good at what she does and she’s willing to kill to survive.

It’d start with Astarion teaching her a few knife tricks. Slowly they’d start to talk about books. The turning point from a begrudging companionship to actual friendship would be when she shares one of her favorite books with him. he can see the doodles and annotations as he reads and slowly starts to see her as less of an annoying kid and more of an apprentice.

and as months passed, all three of you began to form this odd sort of trust. and that became something neither of you expected

a family. an unconventional and messy one full of people who were working through their problems, but a family nonetheless. after everything is said and done, the epilogue might consist of all three of you or just you and astarion, depending on how the story plays out and depending on whether or not she continues to hunt vampires (she’d also leave if he ascended in my opinion). and it’s the nicest thing she’s had in a long time

[ofrolysdogs]

in loving memory ;

part one | part two

summary: feitan tortures his student's stalker.

note: feitan and reader are mentor and student turned fwb, think of it as that one teacher you wanted to fuck back in school lol.

tw: blood, gore, stalking, kidnapping, murder, abuse, it gets a bit smutty in the middle so watch out for that.

word count: 4.8k

this does have dark themes and nsfw content, any minors, blank or ageless blogs will be blocked if interacting.

"just who the hell even are you?"

the man who sits uncomfortably tied in the wooden chair with his arms tied together behind him, legs spread slightly apart, all by a semi large rope, limbs tied so tightly he knew that if he would make it out alive, they would leave some deep bruises, maybe even cuts since when he moves, it burns, like fire was being lit directly on the spot.

a figure stands before him, he was short, yes, but he packed power like never seen before, in the 'victims' eyes, that is, he see's that his pale, calloused hands was caked and covered in his blood, the blood that spills in the form of rivers out of the wounds and scars that littered his body, a large 'x' was cut deep onto his chest, thankfully not deep enough to cut through any organs, but deep enough to see flesh.

the figures eyes were slanted, dark in color, covering the bottom half of his face with what appears to be some sort of mask.

devon closes his eyes shut, it hurts, so, so bad, but he can't show weakness just yet, all he wanted to do was to be close to her, the woman he loves, the woman he believes he can't live without, but after a series of events that proved their relationship to be a failure, she left, she's gone, and guaranteed, he'll never get that version of her back.

but none-the-less, devon sobs quietly, he was always told, especially by his father and uncle, that men shouldn't cry, it was a sign of weakness, and he must always stay stoic and composed, this unhealthy mindset kept him from doing the most basic things a human should do, even leading himself to treat others poorly including the woman he loves, but at this given moment he can't help but break down, and even despite being a non believer he pleaded to god above, if there even is one, much to the amusement of his captor, who lets out a small chuckle.

devon silences himself to hear the laughter, looking into the eyes of the man above him, he could tell even by the mask covering his face he was smiling, grinning, happy at the sight of his defeat, his weakness.

"you expect me to feel even an ounce of pity.. for those pathetic tears you spill.."

devon couldn't understand what he was saying, he was definitely speaking a different language, it didn't bother him as much as he wanted to.

"foolish.. foolish being you are." finally speaking his second language, the one devon can understand, when he spoke, it was slow and processed, like trying to think of the next words last minute, or sometimes falling into the territory where words just don't mesh.

devon has pretty much accepted his fate, he would most likely die here, a better option than having to deal with the pain of some lunatic slashing at his skin, ripping off his nails, slapping and punching him every time he speaks or makes sudden movements.

"just don't hurt her.." is all devon could choke out, he hoped to god that she was at least safe, that this freak wouldn't go after her next, he would hate to see her in the same fate he's in currently, fulfilling this sadists dirty kinks and fetishes.

he was in for a rude awakening, that she was the one who sent him here, she didn't even need convincing or payment to send him on his way.

she is the reason he's in the position he's in.

--

it was 8:40 pm, finally getting off of work, a woman walks to her car, having one of her coworkers walk alongside her, a man who stands above 6 foot, and looks rather intimidating.

"thanks, kyle." she smiles at the taller man getting in her car, it was dark outside with not that many cars around since it was in the lot where only employees can park, and many have clocked out and went off home already, kyle was one of those who will eventually go home within the next hour or two.

"no problem, i have sisters and nieces i look out for, my mothers always told me to look out for those i care for." kyle was a genuine man, she knew so since she had been friends with him since high school and was his prom date when no one wanted to go with him, it was safe to say she puts her trust into him and after 3 years of graduating and 3 additional years of being friends and keeping in contact, he hasn't proven to be otherwise, unlike the other men she's been with romantically and platonically who had protected her only under the hope of her sleeping with them.

she shuts the door and kyle walks back into the building of the hair salon she works in, starting her car she realizes she needs to get gas, her apartment complex was a 10 minute drive away and she might not make it, but lucky enough for her there was a nearby convenience store that was pretty close to the area, and thank the heavens that she had gotten paid just yesterday.

driving off the lot, there was only one red light stop and once you turn right and then to your left, you would be there in no time, but tonight was not that night where she could simply get her gas and leave, although eternally thankful that there were many people around so that a certain someone wouldn't come for her without another person being generous enough to either call the police or tackle him and hold him in place so that she can get away.

at the gas station there was a considerable amount of people going in and out, the non-gas parking lot was completely full, and there was only one pump left for her to get her gas.

she parks in that spot, pump number 12, rather close to the last one, it was quite the large store, with rarely any homeless people and drug addicts coming here, they seemed to be pretty strict on that rule.

getting out of her car to walk up to the store, she opens the door and walks in the nicely cleaned and neat store.

a man greats her at the cash register, she didn't want to get any snacks this time, wanting to just go home and get some rest.

"i want 50 on pump 12." she asks him before placing a bill onto the table, the man quickly takes it.

"okay, you're all set!" he tells her, she gives him a "thank you" before walking to the door only for her to run into a man, who opens the door for her, she also gives him a thank you before walking back to her car, she opens the door thing and untwists the knob to place the gas pump into it.

while she's pumping her gas she looks around to see if anything is out of the ordinary, nothing so far thankfully, once she's done pumping her gas she puts everything back in place and jumps back into her car, starting it up and driving away to finish driving back home, as she drives the area grows darker and darker, being used to driving at night, it doesn't bother her much.

finally making it to the apartment complex, she finds her usual parking spot to thankfully be untouched, she drives into the untaken parking spot and jumps out of her car, she sees in the distance that someone was sitting on their porch; an elderly woman.

"oh, hello mrs. daniels!" she smiles at the woman who was interrupted, looking up at the much younger woman, she immediately smiles.

"ah, hello, dear! how was work?" mrs. daniels asks politely, she had known her for some time and the two of them would sit and chat for what feels like hours.

"it was fine as usual, no weird things happening and especially no sight of him." she sighs, reminded of the man she once loved, it had been 4 years, and she is still being chased and stalked by him, sometimes showing up to events and jobs unannounced, blowing up her phone number multiple times to where she had to change the number so many times.

it was almost as if she couldn't escape him, no matter how hard she tried.

her conversation with mrs. daniels proved to turn sour when she was reminded of the man she dearly hated.

"goodnight." she says as she walks up the stairs, finally reaching her door she unlocks it and opens the door to her darkened home, closing the door and locking it away with the many locks she had kept just to keep not only him, but just genuinely other weird creepy men away.

she walks to her room to get undressed and ready to shower, she expects him to come by in the dead of night to scream and shout at her, about how much he loves and misses her, his voice had became unbearable after the first night of him doing that, and the songs he would play from a beatbox loud enough to where the people who stayed near the music, it would blast throughout their house, had became annoying too, most of which were her, no, their favorite songs.

stepping in the shower to let the water rain down on her, how they broke up was because they constantly fought, devon was too flirty and friendly with other women and had even drunkenly asked someone at a bar to hook up in the dirty bar bathroom, she dumped him when he became sober, grabbing his things and placing them outside her door, he became violent, throwing and breaking everything in sight, begging her to take him back or else he'll commit suicide, right in front of her as he grabs a kitchen knife and slices away at his flesh, his arms and legs littered with scars as his blood drops and stains on the floors, at some point, she had no choice to call the police.

using the soap to clean the sweat off her body, she couldn't even count how many times she had to call the police, and in most of those times, they didn't do jack, because she would have to be harmed in order for them to do anything, and that him just shouting and screaming at the top of his lungs didn't conclude as evidence to them, it seems to have worked when her neighbors would shout at him to shut the fuck up, either he walks away or the police finally show up to arrest him, but someone was always there to bail him out.

finally stepping out of the shower to dry off her body with a warm towel, she had for the longest time been thinking about calling one of her friends to handle it for her, she believed that there was no one there that would risk her life for her messing around with her affairs, or, said person would spent a huge chunk of their life in prison because they finally took devon off the face of the earth, but with this person she feels as if she could trust him enough not to get into trouble with the law for killing him, i mean, he had killed many and still walks a free man because of him being a nen user, policemen with their ordinary guns won't stop him because he's swift, fast as a cheetah, or even faster.

her relationship with him was a bit weird now that they got to know each other well, starting off as a student/mentor type of thing, he would teach her the basics of nen and whatnot, considering his nature she doesn't even know how she managed to sway him with her words, it just.. happened really, but now, she can't really consider him to be a friend let alone something a little more, sure, she thinks he's hot, seeing his chest for the first time made her feel something she had never really felt with devon, he was short, yes, but his body was toned and muscular, she wanted to run her fingers through his hard body, it felt new because she was never really attracted to muscular bodies, devon's body type was more her type, skinny but not boney, shows a bit of muscle but not too much, just right and slim.

but this new person, who's name was feitan portor, had opened something different for her, she starts to think more and more of him to realize she finds him attractive, she can't really say she's in love, lust kind of overpowers love in this situation, she's had a few wet dreams of him in her denial stage, god she wonders what his cock looks like, is it big? or a bit on the smaller side? she almost felt bad for devon for thinking this since.. she had never really been attracted to him the same way she was attracted to feitan, but, it can't be helped now, can it?

she plans on texting him tonight to come over, it had been months since she last saw him and kind of misses seeing his face.

jumping into bed she turns her phone on to see his contact, she debated with herself enternally if she wanted to call or text, but she feels as if he isn't the type to call, and theres no guarantee that he'll pick up the phone, he's probably busy with something right now or probably sleep because of how dark it is outside.

but none the less, she sends him a quick "do you want to hang out? it's been some time since i've seen you." text and waits for his response by putting her phone down and turning on her tv to watch whatever aired on tv, either it be cartoons or something else that manages to catch her interest.

feitan was not only a slow texter, but also has grammar that is sometimes unreadable, understandably, english isn't his first language, hell, he even spoke it in front of her at one given point, she never heard the language coming out of anyone else's mouth, and when she tried researching it she couldn't find anything on it, eh, it didn't really matter much to her anyway.

a sound came from her phone to signify that she had gotten a text message, quickly picking up her phone to see that feitan had texted back, quicker than he usually does, taking up to as long as a day to respond back.

"sure." is all he said, he usually doesn't confirm where he is or if he's on his way unless she asks, so, she kind of just laid here and waited for him to come by, she can't lie and say she's excited for his arrival, she'll get to see that face of his again, the thought of him makes her heart race, making two places vibrate, one on her chest and one between her legs, damn, why did she have to fall so hard for her mentor?

it took up to almost an hour for feitan to arrive, wearing his usual attire, keeping his face covered for god knows why, the man sits on her couch as he watches her from afar, she was making him dinner, and it smelled amazing, one thing he noted about he was that she was a great cook, not as great as her fighting skills, however.

dinner was done in about 20 or so minutes and the two sat across from each other on a circular table, a relatively small table it was, they quietly ate their food not really bothering to start any conversations, until feitan decided to break the silence.

"why did you want me to come?" he asks her, it came off as passive aggressive, as if he doesn't really want to be here, or that he was interrupted from something just to see her.

"well, for one, it's been a while since i've seen you, and second, i wanted to talk with you about something." she nervously tells him, watching very closely at his facial expressions.

"go on." he tells her.

she lets in a sigh, before putting her pride to the side to tell him everything that has happened in the past few months that the two haven't spoken, about devon, about him stalking her, near death experiences, everything, he listens as she rants about the man, devon, that treated her this way, and had the nerve to victimize himself.

he didn't want to admit or show it, but he felt sorry for the poor girl, but he wonders, she knows nen, why didn't she use the abilities he taught her on him? she has the strength to kill him if she wanted to.

"why didn't you use nen?" he asks her.

"i... i don't want to go to jail or make a scene.. or become some wanted criminal who has to hide away because i killed someone.." she also wondered why she didn't use her nen abilities on him, she could've if she wanted to, but didn't..

feitan commented 'excuses' under his breath to where she wasn't able to hear it, he also became aware of how nervous she was around him, she wasn't like this before, she was more outspoken and confident now she can't even look at him for more than a minute, the way she spoke was also more softer and demure, the thought of her having a crush on him wasn't a thing in his mind, maybe other factors played a part.

"so, what i'm saying is.. if he ever comes back.. can you handle him for me? i'll do basically anything, i just want him to leave me alone.." her voice slightly raised becoming agitated, she basically pleaded him, begging almost.

he had a bit of a soft spot for her, she was cute, and showed great potential to become powerful, not as powerful as him, but still enough to pose as a threat to some, she was kind, smart, funny and determined, it would be a lie if he didn't admit, tiny romantic feelings lingered, but he didn't let it interfere with his work or their training, and wanted to keep things strictly mentor and student... for the most part that is.

"fine." he tells her, coming off a bit harsh.

but he did notice the outfit she was wearing, the white, oversized t-shirt where her nipples are poking out, the shorts she's wearing that are a little too short, the way she walks as the fat of her thighs and ass jiggle, he felt his cock harden at the though of her grinding her ass against his twitching cock...

thank goodness for this cloak that keeps his visible, half hardened cock away, so she wouldn't be freaked out by the sight and eventually kick him out and call him a pervert.

"i see were done, i'll take these." she picks up her plate and walks over to his side of the table to pick up his, not being able to help the sight of her tit's jiggling as she walks, and when she walks away, his eyes were fixated on her ass, the way her shorts were caught up in her cheeks, outlining just how voluptuous her ass is.

little did he know, she picked out this outfit just to hope he stares at her, her folds moistening at the thought of him staring at her ass, it almost feels she pissed herself by how wet she was, fuck... she wanted him so bad.

and he wanted her just as much...

--

"f-fuck.. feitan...!"

she moans into the pillow as he ravages her from behind, his hands slapping her ass on occasion watching his cock thrust in and out of her, her slick dropping to his balls, then onto the bedsheets by how wet she was.

noting the hickeys that litter her neck, chest, and back, her hair was now all over the place because of him pulling on it from earlier.

the sexual tension between them has finally been fulfilled.

feitan feels himself nearing, it hasn't even been 10 minutes and hes already close, quickly pulling himself out to bend over to lick up her slick, making her to get her clitoris to hear those sweet, yet muffled moans, he wanted to make her cum first before he goes on to finish.

he didn't really have much sex experience before this situation, hookups really weren't his thing, the only way he knew what to do was by porn, he wasn't an addict by any means necessary, but he also wasn't immune to seeing a hot chick on screen and getting the urge to jerk it after seeing her.

the girl he's fucking as of current was the only one who pushed him to the limit.

and now he's on his knees on her bed, eating away at her moist pussy, sucking up all her juices and playing with that sensitive bud that hangs between her folds. she balls her fists gripping the sheets beneath her, the sudden feeling taking over her as she released more of her fluids onto feitan's face.

noted that she had came, feitan sits up to stick his cock back into her and begins to pound away, maybe it's just because it's his first time, but my god, he was seeing stars, her pussy was perfectly moist and warm, tightening around his cock almost as if she was trying to suck him in, the feeling of his own climax didn't take long to creep up behind him.

he debated on whether he wanted to cum inside of her and just steal some contraceptives for her so she wouldn't get pregnant, it was a way of claiming her as his own, almost like it was a big fuck you to devon.

and he did just that, much to her temporary dismay, he shoots ropes of his cum deep inside of her, gripping onto her ass as he releases into her, pulling out once he's done, her tired body flops to the side like a piece of meat, he expected her to shout at him for cuming inside of her but she didn't.. yet at least.

feitan gets off of the bed and walks over to the bathroom that's in her room, he grabs one of the smaller complimentary towels and puts it under some lukewarm water, ringing out the excess water he uses it to clean off his cock.

putting the water back on and repeating the previous method of wetting the towel and ringing out the water he walks over to her still tired body and throws the towel at her, jumping at the sudden movement she looks up at him and realizes she wanted her to clean herself with it.

"im.. just going to go shower." she jumps off the bed to walk to the bathroom, before she closes the door she looks over at him. "...do you want to shower with me?"

feitan shrugs, before following her to the bathroom, leading to shower sex that lasted a little longer than it should have.

--

it was 9:34 am, two people sleeping in a queen sized bed, cuddled together as if they didn't spend a good chunk of the night fucking like rabbits.

she was the first to open her eyes to see above her, that feitan was still asleep, his eyes softly closed as his chest puffs in and out, blissfully unaware of the fact that the woman that lays beside him is awake, she gets up from the bed after flipping the blankets off of her to go to the bathroom, washing her face, brushing her teeth, and walking out to see feitan slowly opening his eyes to view her frame.

"good morning." she says softly, feitan doesn't respond but closing his eyes again.

she walks back to the bed to sit on it, looking down at him again, it looks like he was trying to go back to sleep.

"i could make breakfast for us if you want any." she tells him, he makes a grunt, not sure if it's a yes or no, but she decided to take it as a yes, feitan can sometimes be a bit vauge, she had to learn quickly that he's not good at communicating especially in a language that he doesn't speak often.

she walks to the kitchen to grab a few things out of the refrigerator, there wasn't much, she realized she needed to go grocery shopping at some point today, and deciding to fix whatever's left, hopefully enough for her and feitan.

whilst cooking, feitan finally fully wakes up, remembering what she had told him about a guy named "devon." he could get shalnark to find his location... the problem is, there's about a million guys named devon, not only does he not know the surname, but he also doesn't even know what the guy looks like, it's best to ask her about him over breakfast.

his phone vibrates on the small dresser that sits beside the bed, picking up the phone to turn it on to see that he got a text from phinks.

"so, who is she?"

he wants to know about the girl he's been seeing.

not even bothering to answer the text he puts his phone back down and walks to the kitchen to see that she must almost be done, there were two plates sitting on the counter filled with food.

"oh, now you're actually awake?" she smiles at him before pointing to the food filled plate. "you can have that plate if you want, i'm almost done with mine."

feitan goes over to pick up the plate and sit at the table they last had dinner, wastes no time eating his food, damn, her cooking never fails to amaze him.

she comes over to set her plate down and start eating as well.

the breakfast was rather silent, until feitan starts the conversation.

"so.. about devon.."

she freezes for just a bit before resuming back to eating, he didn't mean to startle her by the name, more or so just wanting to get more info on him so he can at least find the right person.

"yes?" she asks him.

"i need a last name.." he tells her.

"robinson, devon robinson." she tells him blankly before going back to eating quietly.

the rest of breakfast was quiet up until they finish their food, putting their plates in the sink so that she can wash them, feitan returns to her room to get his clothes, putting them on, he walks out quicker than he came in.

"wait, you're going to deal with him now?" she asks him, he was already headed for the door with his hand on the knob about to twist, looking back at the girl who walks out of the kitchen.

"yes." he tells her blankly.

"well.. i was thinking.. you can come to the grocery store with me?" she asks him, waiting for the possibility of his rejection, but it wasn't like she expected, he lets out a huff and walks out the door, shutting it behind him with no verbal response, leaving her dumbfounded.

she lets out an annoyed sigh, sure, he's not the most verbal, but a 'no' could've been better that what that was.

--

in the afternoon, 3:45, feitan had met up with shalnark, who was on a computer.

"who's devon robinson?" shalnark asks. "what's he got to do with the troupe."

"it's classified." feitan responds, he didn't want the rest of the troupe to know about her, he can't say he loves the girl, relationships aren't really his thing, but she is cute, sex with her is mind blowing and her cooking is off the charts, however, love is a bit... icky for him, it made him cringe at the idea of calling her his 'girlfriend.' probably because of the childish aspect of it.

"oh.. well, here, i guess this is the guy were looking for."

what appears on a social media sight, devon robinson was a 28 year old pro-hunter, he had shaggy, dirty blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders, a face full of facial hair, sea green eyes, and tanned, but still leaning towards pale, skin. he was around 6'1, and also, apparently uses nen.

a picture beside him was a picture of him hugging her, kissing her cheek as she looked oh so happy.

yep, it was definitely him.

"so, is this the guy were looking for?" shalnark asks.

"it's the guy i'm looking for."

shalnark looks over at the masked man, confused.

"so, you're going by yourself?"

"yep." feitan leaves the room, without a thank you, getting all the information he needed, he now knows where he lives.

this will be the end of it all.

[solar-halos]

spoilers for the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie down below!! but i just need to talk abt this in xtreme detail before i explode

1. i really liked the Baby Snow / Tigris inclusion. i was wondering if they’d include the cannibal scene

2. the beginning was just a straight up thirst trap sorry. like ik in the book snow was freaking out over his shirt but it didn’t rlly occur to me that he’d be butt booty naked. im not complaining bc i said it once and i’ll fucking say it again: i’m not watching someone be manipulative AND ugly for two fucking hours. it was just kinda a jump scare

3. also another concern was that you wouldn’t be able to tell how shitty of a person he was since he’s so outwardly nice but his internal monologue is slimy and ratworthy, so i thought they’d do the things movies do where he’s narrating his thoughts to the audience. yk like “hey persephone! <3. how are you??” and then his voiceover is like “i fucking hate this bitch. cannibalistic weirdo” but maybe that would have been too humorous

4. speaking of humor i actually loved lucky so fucking much. he rlly emulated the whole “what i lack in experience i make up for in personality :)” thing and just he kinda carried the fact that everything abt televising the games was so new. also that scene at the zoo where lucy gray asked him who the fuck he even was and the cameraman started laughing.. funny as fuck. enjoyed that part immensely

5. also she did in fact correct them that her name was lucy gray and not just lucy

6. loved the whole “how come she gets a mender” “MENTOR” part i’m also glad they kept that in

7. let’s go back to the beginning. i LOVE how closely they stuck to the book when it came to the shirt scene “that must be why it reminds me of my maids bathroom” THATS what i’m talking about

8. also clemensia is sooo pretty. one thing that irritated me was how OFTEN she and snow kept glancing over at each other during dean highbottom’s speech. like i know i’m being irrational abt this but most the time she would look over at him and he would NOT look back (or vice versa) instead of them BOTH hitting each other w the “what the fuck?” glance and something abt that did admittedly grind my gears

9. fucking love sejanus’ actor the first movie i saw him in was west side story and he ate here

10. speaking of that… coral fucking ate too every single scene i was on her side she was the victor to ME

11. anyway let’s go back a bit with the proposal gaul had snow (and clemensia) write up. to me, the way the scene unfolded was weird. it was supposed to show a contrast between clemensia mourning and snow not rlly giving a fuck, but clemenisa being the one saying “give me the bullet points” was strange. to me, i feel like the convo should have gone like: “how could gaul expect us to write that proposal i was crying over arcchane all night” “dw i already wrote it” “where did you find the time? i was too busy grieving” “do you want the bullet points or not?” or something. idk i’m not a movie writer

12. why did clemensia stick her hands in there maybe it was the same in the book but at that point she just needed to admit defeat

13. okay one thing i DO remember about the book is that no one at the cornocupia fought each other, reaper was literally the only one ready to fight. that kinda pissed me off bc i feel like they could have made it interesting in a emotional way (like showing how desperate the tributes are to escape in their own ways) instead of an action sort of way (bc GODDAMN where did they learn to brawl like that?? d4 makes sense but some of them were shooting ARROWS katniss everdeen style). but again im not a movie person so “interesting in an emotional way” is just me being pretentious

14. wovey </3. i’m not rlly sure why they had dill drink the water i think having wovey drink it like in the book would have packed more of a punch ESPECIALLY since lucy gray makes a comment abt how she reminds her of maude ivory / that scene where wovey holds her hand. maybe that was in the book too tho i’m not sure i haven’t read it since it came out. one change that i did remember AND tolerated was snow being the one to cause the whole fuck up w the drones “i wasn’t attacking the other tributes—i was just sending her water” VERY good scene, gave more insight to his character imo. like yes i would have loved a d3 moment but i think this tweak not only made sense but made everything much more nice and neat and smooth

15. okay the singing parts. loved the reaping, but lucy gray constantly being like “give me a second, boys” “let’s go, boys” reminded me of that one delaney video

16. “you can kiss my ass!!!!!!” she ate that

17. also oooo the song she sang abt billy taupe that made snow jealousssss. she was so good like ugh. idk something abt the >:( faces she made ignited something in me. which is exactly the point of lucy gray and rachel zegler literally did such a fantastic job playing maria in west side story so tbh what we were expecting if anyone could have played this role it was her

18. and then lawrence whatever saying this was a love story… okay. i’ve always had the opinion that lucy gray genuinely liked snow (like in a stockholm-y way) BUT snow was too blinded by control to actually love her back, so i could see where he was coming from. with that being said, i feel like in the books snow had a lot more moments where he was doing / saying “sweet” things to lucy gray, so the scene where they almost kissed and then her happiness at being reunited with him just seemed so awkward and out of place. like i get it they truly did not spend that much time together but the kiss before the arena was so important idk why they left it out. when they kissed after being reunited and when she was like :D after seeing him in 12 i was like “uhh yall don’t even know each other like that calm down”

19. let’s go back the arena. i like the little nod of lucy gray killing treech w rat poison, even if it was kinda anticlimactic

20. speaking of anticlimatic… the ending? sucked. like it would have been abrupt either way and maybe i’m just misremembering but the lucy gray showdown with treech could have been the action scene that replaced the bloodbath (bc the bloodbath didn’t exist back then!!! that was the whole point!!!). also i don’t remember gaul being so adamant about not wanting a victor at all, but i understand why they did that bc how else would they have incorporated the “get her out” chant

21. there were a lot of scenes that made me go “ohhh i wanna remember this forever that’s so good and clever.” of course i forgot abt most of it by the time the movie was over, but one scene that stuck out to me was when the capitol students got rlly fuckin angry when reaper tore down their flag

22. also i knew what happened to marcus but tell me why i gasped when i saw him hanging there anyway

23. i don’t remember lamina crying in the books??? also don’t understand why snow was against the alliance here i think him being confused abt it in the book was better bc i when i read it i remember being genuinely surprised that he was surprised that lucy gray wanted to team up w someone i was like ummm isn’t that common sense

24. “it isn’t fair i killed all those ppl for nothing.” GOOSEBUMPS

25. again maybe i’m misremembering but didn’t snow beat the shit out of bobbin even after he already knew he was dead?? even if that wasn’t the case and i’m just misremembering i feel like they should have drawn that out more to show snows descent into Psychotic Bitch Mode

26. that scene where billy taupe was pulling at lucy grays skirt and being like “ik u missed me” dragged out for WAY too long, esp since lucy gray kept repeating “get off me, billy taupe. get off me” like WAY too calmly given the context of the situation. again im not a movie person AT ALL, but i think her snapping and kicking billy taupe away could have been a nod to how she bit his hand in the book. then, after she kicked him, snow could have arrived and started being the shit out of him. idk her biting billy taupe was something snow mentioned when he was justifying how he was gonna kill her, so idk. i thought they were gonna do a ranting sequence / flashback scenes with snow remembering how lucy gray was “violent” / “dangerous” that would trigger him (no pun intended) to actually start shooting. like him beating up billy taupe for a longer time than he needed to was also an indicator that he’s in Psychotic Bitch Mode, but i feel like it could have been a 2-in-1. if that makes sense

27. why did billy taupe push mayfair in the TITS. go to hell

28. said it before and i’ll say it again: lucy gray is a fashion icon. i wanna crochet her bathing suit so bad

29. that scene where they were going to the woods and snow was slapping away the mosquito omg. he was PISSED

30. “it’s a mystery. just like me” oh my fucking god i love rachel zeglers portrayal of lucy gray

31. also call me classist but i fucking hate country music but rachel zeglers performances might have converted me. “cant take my paaaaaast” yee yee!

32. okay. so i think a big question was if snow was portrayed as properly slimy and ratworthy to ppl who did NOT read the books. in my opinion, i don’t think so. in the books, you can obviously tell he’s fucking awful. in the movies, he’s obviously shitty too, but i feel like there are moments where he’s portrayed way kinder than he actually is, like when he started crying over sejanus. they kept in a lot of stuff he said sympathizing w the tributes (like the part in the book where he was like “how could they punish marcus for trying to escape from certain death?” BUT they DID leave out parts that made him so intolerable, like when he genuinely convinced himself that lucy gray was more capitol than district / his gross thoughts abt the games and control and possessiveness in general. like remember when he said that having lucy gray locked up in the capitol was a better alternative than her being in d12 bc at least he’d know where she was at all times?? or when he was ready to give up on trying to reunite w her bc it was hot asf and SENJAUS had to be the one to convince him to keep going? wtf

33. ALSO something that bugged the hell out of me is sejanus’ death scene. bc in the book his last words were ma BUT in the movie it sounded so much like he said pa. idk if that was just me tho but it caught me so off guard bc this man has DADDY ISSUES and it would be so different if he said pa. Pa is money and wealth, Ma is comfort and compassion. wanting his dad = he rlly just wanted his dad to bail him out. wanting his ma = wanting comfort and stability. but it sounded a lot more like ma when the jabberjays repeated everything back so maybe i just misheard

34. snow glaring at the rainbow fucking sent me i know his ass was brainstorming (no pun intended) on how to control the fucking weather

35. okay sorry i need to talk more about how snow was portrayed. my sister went w me but i did not know that she didn’t know ANYTHING about the movie, she was just coming w me bc she felt bad that i’d have to wait another week to watch it and decided that she wasn’t even gonna read a summary abt it. like she did not know that coriolanus snow = president snow, but i was still hoping that she knew that he was a bad person. nope. as soon as we left, she told me how much she hated the ending, and i thought it was bc she was pissed no one found out about snow. nope again. in her words, “i thought they’d get married”

my live reaction to that information

to be fair, when i was her age, i thought heathers was a love story, so i had to cut her some slack. after a bit of INTERROGATION, this is what she told me:

1. at least she thought that HE’D move in with HER, and not the other way around

2. what would be his motivation for moving to the districts? cos obviously he hated the capitol

okay me when i write a lucy gray / sejanus fanfiction. but still. if that’s what she got from the portrayal of his character, i think it’s safe to say that they could have done a lot more work to ensure that he was perfectly ratworthy to the audience. like yes she’s young and yes she had no idea what the fuck was going on (in her words: “yeah i was like ‘i’ll just ask u to explain it to me after’”) but i feel like knowing that he’s an awful person who hates the district should be something u make GLARINGLY obvious, even if it would be cheesy. i know that shoving a hot person on screen and downplaying their characters HEINOUS crimes is rlly common when it comes to things like this, but i genuinely don’t think that was (quite) the case here. like he had the potential of being as horrible as he is in the book (not even hesitating to send the jabberyjay recording of sejanus to the capitol, telling sejanus he only said all that shit abt changing the world bc he just wanted to save his own ass) but it just.. felt very half-assed. in my opinion

36. look i know this post is already xtremely long but would u believe me if i said there were more things i wanted to talk abt but can’t remember bc i have goldfish memory?? bc i do. but that’s all i can remmeber for now. goodnight and goodbye

[ohsayit]

Raphael and his possibly first sex toy

I have this little thought in my head for a few days now just couldn't get it out. Expectantly, it's some thing to do with Raphael and Haarlep, again.

It starts with the fact that Haarlep was given to Raphael by Papa Meph.

Despite being the symbol of all sorts of sinful pleasure, lower rank devils are actually forbidden to partake in them. They are restricted to say the least. High rank devils control all that pleasure and use it as a ruling tool. Of course, being able/allowed to freely indulge in them would be a status symbol in itself.

Raphael was born a cambion, sired by Papa Meph doesn't warrant him a high rank in the hierarchy automatically. At least I don't expect he would be in a particularly high rank, though he probably is a lot more powerful than regular cambion and receive special treatments from his heritage.

So, here is the thing, it is possible that Haarlep was the first Raphael slept with. And this is half of a good reason why Haarlep was papa's choice. A devil of sexual desire of course is a good tool to keep Raphael distracted, if/given Raphael can't get access to pleasure in the flesh at will. [insert dirty laugh]

The other half of a good reason would be, Haarlep can be much more useful than a distracting sex toy. He's a full devil, just like Papa. So Haarlep knows what to keep and eye on, and what to report back to Papa.

Papa is actually quite generous in a sense. He gave Raphael a luxury toy that you can't buy with money. I think Raphael liked Haarlep. That's why he tells Haarlep things. (I take Harrlep's "He tell me everything" with a fucking ton of salt, knowing our devils.) He likes, or liked, Haarlep. He was possibly very addicted to what Haarlep could provide as well, at one point.

I think, maybe, just maybe, what Raphael knows or prefers in bed, is all mentored by Haarlep. In the bed papa doesn't see, Haarlep probably taught Raphael a lot of things.

Alright that's enough brain rot for today. I am going to scream internally.

This is what says on Forgotten Realms wiki. I think this says why Raphael is a cambion rather than a full devil lollll

Reproduction The majority of devils started their life as dead mortals turned into lemures. Reproduction by sexual means was almost impossible for devils because female ones were not capable of becoming pregnant, with the exceptions being brachinas and erinyes. Still, male ones could father half-fiends with mortals. Other exceptions to this rule of female infertility were the unique devils. Among them, both male and female ones were fertile and a child between them was also a unique devil. However, this rarely happened, for a child as powerful as an unique devil was a dangerous asset if it turned on its parents and infernal society did not create stable relationships of loyalty between parents and children. A third group of devils came spontaneously into being from the plane or part of Baator. A fourth category, that of erinyes, were fallen angels.[35] In general, sexuality was enjoyed more like a hobby by devils and among them far more often by the powerful than the weak.[5]

https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Devil

[dynmghts]

So. Fuck it, we ball, let's talk about the consequences of Katsuki's actions.

(Vague) manga spoilers ahead! (It'll apply post-war though, so I'll do my best to graze over unnecessary details to get to my point.)

KATSUKI'S ARM: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?

The short answer: Katsuki got up, chose violence, and in doing so, condemned his arm to a state of irreversible repair that'll stay forever.

The longer answer: The situation called for Katsuki to immediately jump back into the fray the moment he woke up. His arm was actually splinted before he headed into the fight, thanks to Best Jeanist being the best mentor taking care of him, but it's completely disregarded when he goes charging into the fight of his life.

By the end of it, his arm is barely holding together - it appears as though he can't really use it properly.

THE DAMAGE.

Let's assume, thanks to a general progression in medical technology in the My Hero universe, that Katsuki gets access to a range of care and therefore doesn't lose the arm. You can call it a miracle.

The damage sustained to it is still severe. We can only deduce what we know based on the damage prior and then the damage by the end of his fight, but the outcome of the fight isn't good; prior to his next battle, the arm is completely shattered and splinted to try and support the bones fusing back together. That sort of healing doesn't happen immediately, though, and by the time he runs back into the fight, the splint is disregarded - and it's likely that the bones have further shifted out of place.

It also looks as though there is serious damage to his muscle, and therefore, likely some damage to his tendons and his nerves; even if there was benefit of the doubt, Katsuki will have most certainly lost a bit of definition in his right arm. If we do give him some leeway because Manga Logic, he might get lucky and not need any muscle grafts and the muscle can rebuild itself, which would likely be the safest thing, since he would need surgery to reset and secure his arm in the first place. But if not... There's the risk of multiple surgeries to fix different issues.

Nerve damage is practically irreversible. Once the nerves are fucked enough, they won't be able to recover back to the state they were originally in, and that can manifest in different ways; it could lead to sharp, sudden pains. Maybe it's a temperature difference. Maybe they will not give as many signals, and so things are more noticeably muted compared to nerves that haven't sustained any damage.

Then, tendon damage is a toss-up - usually, it's pretty damn bad. The only solace Katsuki might get in that regard is that only select tendons are torn, and thanks to his younger age, he will be able to recover from them better.

So to recap: there is definitive damage to his bones - breaks and likely hair fractures accompanying them - and muscles. His nerves are highly likely to be damaged. Some tendons may have been lucky to be intact, but in the end, at least some of them are torn.

THE HEALING PROCESS.

There is just no way this is going to be completely solved in the matter of days.

Recovery Girl is a godsend in the universe, but she even says it herself, she just hastens recovery based on the energy that a person already has. She can't use her Quirk too much because that risks putting her patients into a more dangerous situation than they were already in. We also know that because it takes her several days to administer treatment, things will not be completely healed; for instance, Izuku's arm after the Training Camp.

If this is solved in days in the manga whenever it gets there, Katsuki has some massive plot armour and as much as I'm glad he's still around, Horikoshi, I expect at least SOME consequence.

So, the main idea is this: due to the complicated nature of the damage sustained, and the fact that this affects not just his arms but his joints (wrist, elbow, shoulder), Katsuki cannot make a complete recovery from the injuries. He's probably got some really nasty scarring from it too (which I will personally save for a separate post). He will say it's worth it. He'll say he can work around it. The issue is that he needs to take a lot of different precautions to ensure a proper and fulfilling recovery, and that may frustrate him, even if he follows it to a tee.

The first few days, he's in a cast. Until his bones are fully set and secured in place, he can't remove the cast, and he is in no way permitted to use his right hand. When the cast finally comes off, he's bombarded with different things he's allowed to do and things he is not: no lifting. No training. Movement is good, but always supported by a shoulder and wrist brace. If he is still in pain, he has to take a heavy dose of pain medication as specified by a doctor for the duration of his healing. It's also a daily visit with Recovery Girl.

Even after the main healing sequence is complete, he's told that he should give his arm more time to make a recovery on its own before he uses it. He spends the time that his arm is out of commission in learning to be ambidextrous, so he can use his left hand for things while his right hand cannot. He's permitted to do light exercises and has been recommended to try writing occasionally by an occupational therapist, but his handwriting - with both hands - is pretty sad for a while there.

And you might be thinking, hey, Cam, why can't he use his arm normally at this point? My answer is this: because Recovery Girl needed so much of his energy for the major damages, aka his breaks and any tendon damage and reversing at least a little of the nerve damage, she could not spare his energy to completely heal other areas. Think of it as... An incomplete healing process, due to the limitations of her Quirk and the energy required from Katsuki. And even if she continued for days after the initial treatment, any damage there would have reached a point that it cannot be healed in a convenient way. Katsuki needs to give himself time to heal normally.

When he's as healed as can be though, it's a few months after, and he's got most of his function back. He's allowed to start doing the things he did before. The catch? Katsuki needs a lot more support for his arm.

THE AFTERMATH: WHAT SUPPORTS DOES HE NEED?

On a pretty consistent basis, Katsuki will almost always be wearing athletic tape on his shoulder, elbow, and around his wrist. Athletic tape helps with supporting the muscles in that area which becomes vital after the healing is complete.

Rarer occasions call for the use of compressions and braces. Katsuki very often wears a shoulder brace when it comes time for him to wear one, and sometimes he has a wrist band that acts as a brace and compression - the reason these are the most important for him is because of the force that his explosions have on his entire arm. While yes, his elbow feels the blow, the joints that take the biggest brunt are his wrist and his shoulder. Through support students and outsourcing, Katsuki even considers built-in support on his right arm for his hero costume.

The rarest occasions call for cold or hot compresses. While they don't necessarily solve problems in the same way a brace might, they are there to help ease pain when it flares up; cold works best when it is nerve, and hot is better when it's muscle or tendon. Typically, he only has to worry about this when he's home. If he's on the job when it happens, he'll either find a window to apply it, or take pain medication and call it a day. He tries not to fight with it unless he deems it necessary.

(And most of the time, he is of a firm belief that he could chuck assailants into jail with one hand anyway. He's not wrong.)

So to summarise: Katsuki fucked up his arm, spent months healing it to a usable state, and while he still feels the effects, he wouldn't change a single damn thing about it.

[hils79]

Hils Watches The King's Avatar - Ep 36

Wait, I'm confused. I thought the game Team Happy lost mean they didn't qualify for the final. If they did why was everyone acting like the game was so important to the point where they broke up because they lost. What happened to the team that beat them? Is it just a points system so Happy qualified because they won all their other games? I do not understand how this league works at all

Okay, I know this is fiction and I should not be applying logic but surely if your team has disbanded you have to inform the league. You can't just let people find out for themselves when you just don't show up to a league final press conference

He's back! And he's (sort of) smiling!

I see Sun Xiang smiling at Ye Xiu's beautiful speech about how esports bring people together from all walks of life

I knew they were all going to walk on stage one at a time and announce their intention to play and I'm still bawling. I didn't expect Wei Chen to be first on stage after Ye Xiu

Oh fuck I think Ye Xiu is going to cry too. This is all too emotional

I'm fine. Absolutely fine.

Even their rival team is pleased. The only one who isn't smiling is the dickbag manager

Ooh plot twist!

BAOZI IS THE MVP. He has better get some cuddle time with his boyfriends after this

Aww see I knew they'd all come together to help Ye Xiu repair his weapon

I had to pause this scene for like 5 mins because I was crying so hard. This poor kid has been through so much and is still haunted by it

Everyone: has tasks to get what they need to repair the umbrella Ye Xiu: and what do I do? Everyone: sit there, look pretty, and click a button when we tell you to

It's about time someone took care of him instead of him taking care of everyone else. I love it.

I had legit forgotten about him. Oh no they're going to make Ye Xiu play against his own son

Ah, Sun Xiang. He has definitely matured but still refuses to accept that he has anything to learn from a child

I love him. He knows exactly what he's doing by giving Sun Xiang a kid to mentor. Especially when said kid was Ye Xiu's protege

Oh my god she is dressed even more like a lesbian and I am into it

Aww they have a guild to help them now! This makes me happy (pun not intended)

Aww even Chen Guo is helping

And she was the one to find the item they were missing. Of course. It's perfect.

And working with everyone to rebuild the umbrella has helped him process his grief. It's a beautiful thing.

Oh shit something has happened. GAH AND THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE

[lassieposting]

Okay but. Netflix!Coën wears a wolf medallion, not a griffin one. So presumably he spent a decent chunk of his training time at Kaer Morhen - enough that he's considered one of Vesemir's boys, rather than a visitor. But he's not in NOTW, so he wasn't mutated at Kaer Morhen, meaning he must've started out as a griffin.

I have a fond headcanon that this is Lambert's doing.

Like. Normally, in their late teens, the Kaer Morons would each go out on the Path with an experienced Witcher and kind of. Practice, with someone bigger and stronger and more savvy there to help out if needed. The Kaer Morons don't have the luxury of doing that, because they only have one adult Witcher between them and they're not all the same age or at the same stage of training.

So Vesemir has to start them a bit earlier than he'd like. Get ahead of the curve. He takes Eskel with him one spring, and in summer he comes back to swap. Eskel stays close to home and takes some easy contracts, nothing too difficult for a young Witcher, while Vesemir takes off again with Geralt. When he comes back, he sends Geralt and Eskel out together, so he can stay home a while and drill the younger Lambert and Remus.

Anyway, Lambert is pretty resentful about all this. Eskel and Geralt are out doing their own thing, and he's stuck fighting dummies with Vesemir on his back about his footwork and his attitude all the time. He takes to sneaking out, partly to go and drink in Ard Carraigh and partly because he wants to find himself a contract and kill a monster so he can rub Ves' nose in it.

It's not a difficult contract. Lambert isn't stupid. He picks a beginner monster. But he doesn't consider that when Vesemir snarks about "easy contracts" or "beginner monsters" or "a spot of light Witchering", he's a) speaking as someone who's right at the top of their game ("the swashbuckling Witcher for hire...the slayer Vesemir, priced only for the foulest of creatures") and b) picturing the "beginner" as a young adult Witcher with a mentor to keep an eye on him, like Deglan did for Vesemir himself.

So he's not prepared for the fight he's going into. There are more drowners or whatever than he was expecting. He ends up in the "food storage" section of their den, along with another young Witcher who tried to take the same contract before him - this is Coën, a year or so older than Lambert, who's been basically having to fend for himself since the attack on Kaer Seren. The two of them decide to team up and try to fight their way out together, because Lambert knows that's what Eskel and Geralt do on their hunts, but Coën is already hurt and really they're too young to be doing this and they're doing their best but their best isn't really making the cut.

They get lucky. Vesemir comes looking for Lambert and, being Vesemir, makes short work of the drowners that have the boys surrounded. Lambert and Ves have a bit of a row, which is pretty standard for them, but Vesemir isn't really angry so much as he's been worried, so Lambert doesn't get in as much Deep Shit as he was expecting. Coën also gets a dressing-down, which basically boils down to "What the fuck are you doing by yourself, where's your mentor?", and when he explains his situation, Vesemir - also the sole survivor of a massacre - goes very quiet for a minute and then barks at Lambert to pack up, they're going home. Bring your friend.

Honestly Coën has been on his own for months and he's so fucking relieved to see an adult Witcher that he's just like. Yep. Okay. Sorry. Sure. Sorry. Thank you. Sorry.

Coën heals up at Kaer Morhen, and just sort of. Never leaves. He finishes his training with Vesemir alongside Lambert and Remus. When he and Lambert are old enough to apprentice, they do the same thing Eskel and Geralt did when they were starting out - Coën spends a season tailing Vesemir, then gets some practice on his own while Lambert does the same, and then they spend a couple of years working together before they're confident enough to split up and handle monsters by themselves. At some point, he swaps his Griffin medallion for a Wolf one, and he comes back to Kaer Morhen in the winter just like all the other boys.

(Lambert gets to keep the coin for the drowners. Vesemir gives him a charred head to show off as proof. He splits the money with Coën. Sometimes Vesemir doesn't suck. Sometimes.)

[kraviolis]

betting on the flood against the ark (The Owl House)

Rating: Teen Relationships: Belos & Golden Guard OC (Darius's Mentor) Words: 2.9k Additional Tags: Manipulation, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Toxic & Unhealthy Relationships, Complicated Feelings, Grimwalker Lore, Emotional Hurt/Comfort But The Comfort Is Kinda Fucked Up Summary:

“Grimwalker.” Kane repeats, irreverent. “And here I was, still thinking those were nothing more than a scarytale parents tell their children to frighten them into not wandering off in the night.”

“Is that all they’re known as, now?” Philip hums in amusement. “A hundred years ago, Grimwalkers were more of a myth or a legend that one told over a campfire; the corpses of Basilisk victims so desperate to get their magic back that they’d devour the still-beating heart right from the chest of any unlucky witch who lost their way.”

“That could explain my preference for rare steaks.”

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“Kane,” Belos’s voice is cold as steel and twice as sharp. “What are you doing here?”

Kane doesn’t answer him. None of his answers would be satisfactory to the Emperor and despite it all, he still couldn’t help but wish for his approval. 

(What a mess he was. Still pretending as if he could ever be truly special in Belos’s eyes when even his own face is the copy of a dead man’s.)

No, Kane doesn’t even move. He stays perfectly still, kneeling with his head bowed. His gaze stays locked to the hand of a child sticking out of what looked to be a grave, but Kane now knows it’s more akin to a womb, if anything. After a moment of silence, Belos sighs in a way that says he’d been expecting a confrontation of some sort. 

Did the others try to fight him? How idiotic, Kane thinks.

The Emperor– no, this isn’t the Emperor right now. This isn’t even his old mentor and friend who always makes an effort to spend a portion of his very minimal free time with Kane, who enjoys splitting a bottle of mead and making fun of the other Coven Heads behind their backs.

This is someone Kane knew had always lurked under the old man’s skin but had only ever seen glimpses of. 

(The decade-old scars on Kane's back itch.)

The… the thing wearing his mentor’s face approaches Kane from behind, his gait and footsteps the same as they’ve ever been. The earth is cold and hard against his knees, even through the padding and armor.

“What is your name?” Kane asks, not turning his head.

“Philip,” He answers with a disturbing amount of eager honesty, like he’s been waiting years for the chance to say it out loud. “My name is Philip Wittebane.”

Kane nods in response. They fall into silence again. 

He almost wants to ask if Bel– if Philip is going to kill him. A stupid question to ask. It would be the same as committing suicide, because he’d be giving up control over his fate, just letting Philip forge whatever answer he pleased. Still, he’s burning to know if he even has a chance of leaving this room alive or if it’s foolish to hope. 

Kane wants to live. Titan below, he wants to live. He wants to do his work as the Golden Guard, he wants to bring order and peace to the Isles, he wants to keep teaching the Coven initiates and watch their potential flourish under his guiding hand. There's still so much more that Kane wants to do with his life. He could be so much more.

The boy sleeping under the dirt twitches a finger, dreaming of a world he’s yet to know.

“Do you name them?” Kane asks instead. “Before they’re…”

“Exhumed?” Philip offers.

“Exhumed.” He swirls the word in his mouth like wine. It tastes like rot.

“No, I don’t.'' Kane can see Philip's shadow tilt its head in consideration. “I can’t be sure if they’re entirely viable before their first breath. It’s a rather tricky process, making a Grimwalker.”

“Grimwalker,” He repeats, irreverent. “And here I was, still thinking those were nothing more than a scarytale parents tell their children to frighten them into not wandering off in the night.”

“Is that all they’re known as, now?” Philip hums in amusement. “A hundred years ago, Grimwalkers were more of a myth or a legend that one told over a campfire; the corpses of Basilisk victims so desperate to get their magic back that they’d devour the still-beating heart right from the chest of any unlucky witch who lost their way.”

He says it with the embellishment of a master storyteller. Even the false description makes Kane feel as if something is crawling up his spine.

“That could explain my preference for rare steaks.” He tries to joke, trying to make the tension between them loosen. It feels as easy as it always has been and Kane wonders, not for the first time in his life and certainly not for the last, if there truly was something deeply, irreparably wrong with him.

Philip gets a kick out of the joke, at least. He chuckles, his shadow cast against the wall shaking in mirth. “Ah, you never fail to surprise me, Kane. You’ve always stood out from the rest of them.”

Lie. Kane smiles, turning his head to finally look up at the man behind him. “One of a kind, right?” 

Philip hums again and smiles back. It's indulgent and gives the impression of a predator playing with his prey, despite how his pupils are disturbingly dark even in the low light. The way his eyes aren’t reflective in the dark like all other witches has always been unsettling to him.

“Stand.” Philip commands. Kane obeys, rising to his feet unsteadily. “Can I tell you a story?”

“It depends,” Kane studies his mentor with a piercing gaze. “If I listen, would it allow me to continue my duties?”

Philip's eyes widen, and he blinks down at his student. It’s not only a mild surprise, there– Kane’s actually shocked him for once. “You still wish to serve as the Golden Guard?”

“I cannot see any other path ahead of me that’s worth pursuing. All other roads lead me away from where I want to be," Kane explains. “And where I want to be is with the Coven.”

It isn’t a lie, not really, but it isn’t the full truth. The other paths that Kane could see had the odds stacked against his desire to survive this encounter. He would meet the same end in all of them, the same end as the ones before him who had also learned the truth.

Kane saw the list of names in the journal kept on the slab across the room. He read the reasons why he was here and not them.

(Doing the exact same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.)

(The ones before him were all at least a decade younger when they were culled. If he had been their age, maybe he would’ve done the same. As it is, Kane is simply too tired and worn-down by life for outrage.)

Philip regards him with a raised brow and suspicion lined in his face. “And you expect me to believe you? After all the times you’ve betrayed me before?”

Kane has never once betrayed him. He has been nothing but loyal and they both know this– the implication that Kane is the same person as the ones before him is nothing but bait. It's only Philip trying to rile Kane up and accidentally reveal his true intentions.

What are his true intentions? Kane himself doesn’t even know what he intends to do. He knows what he should do, what the ones who came before him would want– but they aren’t here, are they? They were foolish and acted on instinct before logic and every single one of them died because they thought they were different and could do what many stronger and wiser than them have failed at.

No. There is no should do, would do, could do– Kane cannot hinge his own life on the wishes and failures of the long dead, no matter how much he wants to honor them. He is not them. He is not them . They all share the same blood and bone but Kane is more than the legacy they’ve left behind.

(For years, Kane has hated the haunted look his mentor gave him sometimes. It was as if he wasn’t even looking at him, but a ghost.)

The Emperor’s coven has always encouraged forging your own path to success. To climb higher above the rest using what the Titan has granted you. Kane is an empty-chested half-witch but he climbed higher than any of them just because the Emperor believed he could.

A memory comes to the forefront of Kane's mind, honey-sweet but foggy from the years and from his own intoxication in the moment.

(“I can never repay you for what you’ve done for me,” Kane said once, his voice blithesome and his tongue loosened from bottles of warm mead. “I'll give you anything you ask from me. Anything at all.”)

(“All I ask, Kane, is for you to remain by my side.” Philip, his face flushed from his own drink, had told him- because it had to have been him, the real him, not his countless facades. “Your friendship means more to me than you will ever know.”)

Yes, the Emperor is a liar. Always has been and always will be. Kane cannot deny this, because he has known from the very beginning. He's known for years and years and yet he still dedicates his life to him, because the man standing before him is the one person that Kane has ever loved. the closest thing to family he has ever known. 

Kane is numb to the lies Philip tells so easily. When Kane was still young and still cared about where he came from, his mentor would smile and give him nothing but falsehoods of a life he’d once had but lost, the one he was told he couldn’t remember. 

(“You and your family were attacked by wild witches,” The stranger explained when he was barely fifteen years old, while Kane gently prodded at the bandages on his head. “The coven scouts managed to save you, but… they weren’t fast enough. now both your family and your memories are…”)

(Kane had looked at this man sitting next to his bed and didn’t believe a word he said. But he wanted it to be true, so he nodded in acceptance and watched the man’s lips curl into the self-satisfied smile that Kane sometimes saw in the mirror.)

Also, Kane has never once claimed to be some kind of bastion of truth. Of course he’s lied before. A student always ends up reflecting the qualities of their teacher, after all, and neither one of them have deluded themselves into thinking the other is only ever purely honest, nor have either of them ever assumed entitlement to every little secret the other holds.

Yet they’ve both continued to trust each other with their lives, and even with things far more important, because at the end of the day, what would it even change? Having the confirmation that the story he’d been fed his whole life had been nothing but a lie truly did mean almost nothing to him. He’s never craved a life he will never have. He’s found contentment in the hand he’s been dealt. This was something he’d accepted a long time ago.

No, it’s not the lying he’s upset about. It’s the truth.

(Kane had collapsed to his knees the second he saw the child’s hand. He hadn’t reached for it only because he didn’t know if he’d have the strength not to dig him up out of raw instinct.)

It would be easy to lie to Philip and say he’s not upset about any of this. It would be so easy to tell him that he didn’t care about the other Grimwalkers, that he holds no sorrow or grief for them, or even that he hates them because of how they’d supposedly betrayed Philip again and again.

But lying is how they both got here, and he is tired of trying to keep up with all the lies between them.

So Kane takes a breath, looks Philip in the eye, and he tells him the truth.

“Do you think I care for you so little that lying to me could make a difference?”

Philip's face is an open book without his mask, especially now that he’s not also hiding behind a false identity. He cannot help but broadcast his every emotion and thought, even now. Kane watches as the extended shock before it melts into something… more personal. Something that has Philip searching, yearning, hoping that these words weren’t another lie to smooth his paranoia long enough for Kane to slip a blade between his ribs.

Kane knows his friend has been hurt by someone close to him before. Not just from the green scars of his curse that stripe his body, but also from the way Philip acts when it’s just the two of them, when they take off their masks and put away their titles. 

The downside of trying to hide your wounds from someone who knows you is that you often overcompensate and end up drawing too much attention to it anyways. It's like trying to hide a stain on a rug by removing the entire rug, only for the discoloration of the floorboards to give you away.

“I thought you would be more… upset over this,” Philip begins to circle him, and Kane represses a shudder at how closely he’s being observed. “How can you still wish to carry on working the same as you have, as if nothing has happened?”

“What else do you suppose I should do?”

“Leave? Run off in an attempt to find your own answers?”

“I'm too old to go on a journey of self-searching. That’s something for teenagers to do during their gap year between graduation and Coven applications.”

“Are you not even angry with me?” Philip frowns, stopping his slow tracking. “Do you not have any desire to lash out and kill me for what I've done?”

“My apologies, your Grace.” Kane drawls as he folds his arms behind his back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He doesn’t mean for his calm demeanor to fall but he can only take being doubted for so long before it begins to sting. “I didn’t realize being angry and wanting to commit regicide were the same thing.”

Philip tilts his head, a strand of his gold-grey hair coming loose and falling across his face. “You are upset.” He murmurs, finally taking notice. “Oh, you are furious over this.”

“What I'm furious about is that even after dedicating my life to you, you still question my loyalty over something as petty as– as this.” He makes a general, sweeping gesture at the entirety of the room. 

Another half-truth. Kane cannot think about the child underneath the earth and the dozens of boys and men who came before him and were seen as nothing but work oxen, or he may actually risk lashing out.

(Finding ways to pull the rage and sorrow from his chest can come later, when his life is not actively hanging in the balance.)

“Surely you can understand my concerns, my friend.” Philip inclines his head, spreading the fingers on one hand. “I have not lived this long by blindly taking even my most faithful at their word, nor by just sitting idly by and waiting for an attack when I could be taking steps to prevent it from ever happening.”

“How long have you– nevermind, don’t answer that.” Kane sighs, running a hand through his mane of chestnut hair. “I don't know how I can convince you that what I'm saying is the truth– because it is. It’s just… difficult, trying to find the words I need when you’ve probably heard my voice say them all before. In this very room, even.”

“...I have.” Philip admits quietly, looking at Kane with a faraway gaze. As if he is seeing the ones that Kane is currently standing in the very footsteps of.

“We… we are going to have problems to work out between us, after this. We might never return to what we once had together. But we can’t let this divide us," Kane raises a hand and clenches it against his chest. “Not now, not when we’re so close to eradicating wild magic and finally honoring the Titan’s will.”

Philip blinks and then blinks again. There's a second where he just stands there, staring at Kane with wide eyes and a slack jaw. His gaze darts rapidly between Kane's eyes, trying to find… something.

Whatever he finds must be adequate, because he lets go of the breath he was holding.

“Yes,” he whispers, then clears his throat. “Yes, you’re right, Ca–ane. We… we still have work to do, don’t we?”

Kane nods and then, impulsively, he falls to one knee, bowing his head in deference exactly as he has always done. As he will continue to do.

“I swear on the blood and bile of the Titan to continue to honor my oath as the Golden Guard. I will follow your will until the day I die, Emperor Belos. Philip Wittebane.”

Coward, his own voice whispers inside his head. You selfish coward. This is not honor.

It’s not, he agrees, pushing away his disgust. It’s survival.

“Rise, Golden Guard.”

There's a real smile on his lips when Kane meets Philip's eyes again. They’ve gone soft around the edges in the way he rarely ever sees, the crows feet at the outer corners more pronounced than ever. The bright blue stands out against the pale of his skin and the dark green of his cursed scars. His gaze is kind and warm, as if inviting Kane in and welcoming him home.

“My dear friend,” Philip croons. He reaches out to hold Kane's shoulder, squeezing affectionately. “I truly believe you are my best work out of them all.”

Horrifically, Kane can’t help but preen at the praise.

[adventuringalchemy]

Just because it got mentioned, I actually recommend the 'Rise of the Archillager' book! I haven't fully read it myself, but it does indeed give an insight to villagers and illager mentality.

Villagers are overwhelmingly often headcanoned to be under some sort of virtue, oath or vow to never use violence (maybe with exception of defending themselves or their loved ones), much in contrast to their rough, hostile counterparts the illagers who even fight and bully amongst themselves (at least Archies tribe seemed so in the book). Villagers value hospitality, community, peacefulness. o3o

Although they can have negative views on things like players (heroes in dungeons) or illagers, they don't physically fight them. Just make remarks and are relieved when the leave.

There's also a headcanon I saw somewhere that those who went against the vow or otherwise did something ill-willed, undesired, they'd become nitwits and wear green robes (not sure if that changed in the villager rework, probably, yeah), just to signify their lower status now. They can't have jobs or contribute to the community no more. Like a soft banishment. (just mentioned it because I think it makes some semblance of sense)

Since villagers are largely about community, it does make sense that they have tight-knitted relationships and expectations/rules. Of course it can differ from village to village, from villager to villager, from biome to biome- but most agree, villagers are altogether the most peaceful kind to find.

Just imagine, players and villagers don't even speak the same language (canon) and they still agree to trade and welcome them, even if it's understandably a scary encounter since Players/Heroes are alien and unpredictable to them! Dangerous! o0o

Does make one think! owo

ANONYMOUS SENT AN ASK .

first and foremost -- the green robes thing. i don't know if that would necessarily be true. at least in ivor's case. the idea of it happening could be true i mean, but i don't think they did that to ivor. i don't agree with how fanon calls him arrogant and entitled -- i just think he knows his stuff and knows his worth. but there are multiple times where he admits that there are people out there who are better at things than him. regardless, he is the best potion brewer in the world and he knows that. he owns up to it and loves it. if the villagers were to make him an outcast and they were given green robes, ivor would no longer wear the green robe he wears now. if in fact, he was given that from a village. especially since he knows that he's excellent at what he does. at least in my backstory, the moment he knew his mentor was fucking him over, he wouldn't wear those robes anymore. he would even wear his silly undergarments compared to that robe. because to him, it would be taught as a symbol of weakness. and ivor knows he isn't weak with his passions.

and yes, i am aware that they speak a different language! i know that the minecraft logic in mcsm is a little different. because milk can cure wither sickness, there is no such thing as a formidi-bomb, and jesse could have mined above the lava to save xara after drinking milk to get rid of the wither sickness. like, there are so many loopholes in the story that could have easily been solved. or situations that can just never happen. i take that into account always, but i still make it so that ivor can craft potions and enchantments you can't normally do. that's one of his shticks!

but in mcsm there is a villager. nurm. he doesn't speak english, but jack can understand him. and nurm can make body language clues to help make jesse understand him better. considering the history that my ivor has, i imagine that either his mentor knew of the languages that the human spoke of or ivor learned the villager language. i wouldn't be surprised if he learned the villager language; he is very adept with history so he would want to connect with villagers, especially clerics, to learn more about the past of the world and their history. see if there's anything he can learn or grow more with.

as much as i hate the gimmick they did with season 2 ivor and making him a ninja, he does hint in the scene of saving nurm that he can discuss and talk with nurm because he thought with him about a plan to escape. so he knows the villager language. so regardless of whether or not his history was within a village, he does know his way around talking to them. (though frankly the scene also makes him out to be puffy and overexaggerated, which he wouldn't normally do unless he's super duper excited about something but that only comes with alchemy/enchanting/exploring)

i'm sure that ivor's mentor had to have a big talk with the village about letting him in. but this is something that i really want someone else to work with, right? i want to rp with the mentor i made for him and have someone flesh out the character. i want to give this character to someone for free. if villagers are meant to be peaceful, what made him an absolute piece of shit? is he just racist and hates humans? does he have his own history of abuse? i want to see someone flesh this character out. partly because i don't know the BASE minecraft lore all too well, but mostly because i want to give his mentor out for free and have fun building the character and the village they're in with someone. did his mentor automatically accept ivor's parent's request? did he take his time?

in any case, ivor definitely knows his way around villages and villagers. if you take the backstory i made for him or not, he definitely at least goes there to trade and to learn from them. he is super interested in their culture, the history of the world, and what makes them who they are. to me, the best way to make sense of his love for knowledge would be to have him be taught in a village for years.