hi tumblr i would like to share with you my favorite art piece ever
made by @/Dongbomu1 on twitter
i don't have time right now to get into why i like this so much, but i really wanted tumblr users to see this art too, even though it's kinda blowing up everywhere.
A/N: Hello James Cook nation/Jack O’Connell nation, how we feeling? I’ve decided I need something like a dark fic.. while I was in bed half asleep, I immediately thought of an asylum and what Cook would be like if he were psychotic, had a few screws loose.. yk. SO.. HERE IT IS.
Dead dove: DO NOT EAT.
Psychoticpatient!Cook x Nurse!Reader.
Tws: sensitive topics about mental health, asylum, mentions of substance abuse, death threats, abrupt sex, unprotected p in v, forced handjob (m!receiving), manhandling, hostile behaviour, noncon, crying, caressing, forced licking, verbal abuse, a bit of blood play, forced blowjob (m!receiving), gagging, overall dead dove experience.
This isn’t proof read btw I wrote this at 4am suffering from insomnia 💔
You were a nurse at a private psychiatric hospital. It wasn’t exactly pristine or safe, but underfunded, understaffed and morally grey. It was the kind of place where sedation replaces therapy, restraint rooms smelt like bleach and regret, nurses are overworked and undertrained, and patients just slipped through cracks and fell into shadows.
You aren’t completely a saint, you’re just there because you need the job, not because you believe in the system.
You were assigned your very own patient. The file they gave you was quite concerning. Yes, because of the contents within it, but also because the case the files were tucked into was molding and cracked at the corners, dried blood staining the grey papers inside. You read over his diagnosis anyway, ignoring the horrible smell coming just from the stupid paper.
diagnosis:
Intermittent explosive disorder
Psychosis NOS
PSTD traits
Hallucinations tied to guilt and sleep deprivation
History of substance abuse.
Sexual irritation
Honestly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t concerned. You’re unlicensed and still finishing credentials, also.. you’re empathetic working in a place that punishes empathy. After reading for some time, you finally step out into the grimy hallways. The ones that feel ridiculously long like someone built them intentionally so you could get lost. The lights flicker above you, but they aren’t broken enough for anyone to replace them.. so they’re just there. Irritating anyone who notices.
The walls around you are chipped, scratched, and some of the wallpaper is peeling off just enough to reveal disgusting brown stains behind it. If you looked lower, real close at the walls, you’d see scrape marks from too many of the patients beds or stretches colliding into them.
After what felt like an eternity, you manage to reach Cook’s room. His doors unique, it had crayon markings on it from nurses so they don’t forget which room was his. Luckily, they don’t have to go searching for it anymore because he has his very own nurse to look after him. You pull the keys out of your pocket that belong to his room, bringing them to the doorknob with a clink, rattling the handle around a few times until the door finally opens. Your eyes land on a curled up form perched on top of a narrow bed, the mattress vinyl. It squeaks loudly with just a small movement.
There were straps looped under the frame, keeping the patient trapped on the bed. You rush over at the sight, hands hovering awkwardly over his wrists pinned above his head. “Oh.. gosh, who did this to you?” You question, concerned as you tug helplessly at the bonds. Cook growls in response, attempting to lunge at you so hard you could’ve sworn you felt the bed shift. You jump backwards, startled. “Woah! What’s your problem?!” But he only hisses at your words, brows furrowed, eyes full of rage. His guard was obviously up.
You hold your hands up like you were surrendering to something. “Alright, I won’t touch you.” You mutter, already exasperated. Now you know why he’s like this, but still.. you felt bad that he was just— trapped like that. You’d be humiliated if you were strapped to your bed, and you could only imagine just how long he must have been stuck like that or which nurse strapped him there. You sat down on the chair across from his bed, clearing your throat. “Mr… Cook, you’re clearly agitated and expressing hostility. Is there any reason as to why you’re behaving this way?”
You tilt your head to the side, waiting for a response, but none come. You sigh. “Mr—“ he cuts you off, “Stop addressing me formally, fuckin’ hell!” He thrashes against the straps like a feral animal, kicking his legs around. “Let me outta these fuckin’ straps! I’ll kill ya, swear to fuck I will if y’don’t set me free right now!” He shouts, spittle flying from his mouth. He was raging, fists wriggling about like he was trying to punch the air. You swallow hard, caught between feeling bad for him and fear that if you let him go, he’ll hurt you. You were conflicted, contemplating your decisions and the possible outcomes.
Stupidly, you get up and approach his bed, reaching for the straps. “Cook.. if you attempt at trying to hurt me, or kill me as you said, I will have to resort to sedating you and strapping you back down to the bed.” You pull his wrists free, the leather straps falling from his reddened wrists. He’s panting heavily, droplets of sweat rolling down his forehead. He sits up abruptly, looking around the room in a panic. You’re honestly terrified for your life and afraid he might pounce any moment. But he doesn’t.
He looks up at you, and his breath hitches. He doesn’t saying anything for awhile, just stares into your soul like he’s attempting to memorise it. He licks his lips, pupils dilating. “Yh’know.. I’m hungry.. could use somethin’ to eat.” He says lowly, voice gravelly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. “For what?” You ask hesitantly. “somethin’ plump.. juicy.. drips nectar.. need it properly tender.” His eyes travel down your body, fixing on your thighs. You look at him like you don’t know whether you want to slap him or leave forever. You stand up, brows knitting together.
“That is not appropriate. Could you please refrain from making this dirty?” You order, but he just shakes his head. “No.. not gunna.. not when I know you’ve got something I can use however I like.” He palms himself through the cheap sweatpants he was given, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he rolls his hips against his hand. You’re disgusted. He should be ashamed of this.. this— grossness, yet he’s just staring you down like you’re meat he’d love chomping down on. You shake your head and leave, slamming the door shut behind you.
What you didn’t know was.. Cook is already planning exactly what he wants to do with you next time he sees you.
The next morning was foggy. You were still a bit put off by Cook’s behaviour from yesterday, but maybe there was a chance he was feeling different today. More behaving. You didn’t want to let him get to you, so you put on a smile and clocked in, put your stuff away, then headed to his room. You entered slowly.. but he wasn’t there. You raise your brow.. but then—
CRASH!
You hit the ground hard, screaming as Cook pins you down with incredible strength. He kicks the door closed with his foot, then straddles you. He had a muzzle on. It must of been from one of the nurses. He leans in, drooling, panting hard. He wraps a hand around your throat. The grip wasn’t tight enough to cut off your airways, but it was firm enough to keep your head down. He yanks the waistband of his sweatpants down, his hard leaking cock springing out, hot and heavy against her stomach. He growls low in his throat, relishing in the sound of your fearful whimpers and desperate squirming. He can smell your fear. “Stay still or I’ll slit y’throat.. i want your hand around my cock.” He whispers. You nod shakily, obeying immediately. It wasn’t because you were eager. It was because you were afraid.
Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock. He groans, hips twitching. “Fuuuck.. yes.. my pretty nurse..” and he’s cumming all over your face in seconds. All you did was squeeze around the base, that’s it, and he was already shooting massive ropes of his sperm all over your face. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up as he cums all over that pretty face of yours. He can’t help himself. He was almost grateful that someone as gorgeous as you was his own personal nurse. His nurse.
He gets up and grabs you by the ankle, making you yelp as he tugged hard and dragged you over to his bed. He then crouched down and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you, hanging you upside down. He shoves you down onto his bed and hangs your head of the edge of his bed. You already know what he’s going to do, and the thought of it makes your eyes water, a scream threatening to tear from your throat.. but he presses a shard of glass against it. You don’t know how he got it, but you knew he would slit your throat open any moment if you didn’t do what he wanted. You sobbed and choked on tears. “P-Please- no-“
But it’s too late. He presses his hips against your face, cock sliding all the way down your face. He keens, rutting against your face like a pup in heat. He can’t help but lean over a little, grabbing handfuls of your breasts through your shirt. He couldn’t get enough of you. He fucks your throat harder, drooling everywhere. The feeling of your wet velvety throat gripping his girth made his knees buckle and a shiver shoot up his spine. You were perfect. The sight of you all fearful, scared for your life, mascara running— it made him want to cum again right then and there.
His tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag and choke around his thickness. He pulls out eventually, strings of your saliva still connecting to him. He slaps you hard across the face, making your head whip to the other side as you choke out a cry. “I wanna feel you.. I wanna fuckin’ FEEL YOU!” He shouts. He climbs onto the bed just as you try to scramble away, digging the shard into your thigh so hard blood begins to trickle down your leg. You scream, thrashing, but he doesn’t stop. He tears your panties off and shoved the fabric into your mouth, gagging you with something other than his fat cock. “yes.. YES. I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since you stepped into my fuckin’ room. You’re a dumb little bitch, aren’t ya?”
He slaps you hard across the face again, and you scream into the gag, snot bubbling in your nose. He chuckles and lines himself up with your entrance, nudging his fat tip against your hole. You shake your head, arms flailing, but he thrusts inside you hard. Your tight walls clenching around him make his vision whiten at the edges, bliss crashing over him in waves. He hasn’t had good proper pussy for so long since he was dumped in this looney bin, but now here he was.. fucking his beautiful little nurse. He bottoms out instantly once he’s in, and you can feel him pressing against your poor cervix.
His withdrawal slowly, then slams his hips right back against yours, making your back arch in pain. It felt like electrocution just shot straight up your spine and spread throughout your body. He doesn’t stop, just quickens his pace and fucks you so hard your vision begins to blur, stars swimming behind your eyes. He’s growling behind the muzzle, drooling all over himself again. He presses his thumb against your clit and runs it in time with his rough thrusts. His eyes roll back, balls slapping against your perfect ass. He licks your blood off his glass shard, tasting the iron and sweetness in it. Fuck.. it makes him grow even more impossibly harder inside you.
“Stupid slut.. my little slut.. wanna fuck you stupid till you can’t think about anything but MY cock.” He looks down at your flushed face, tears and snot mixed with blood smeared across your face, your lip split. His balls tighten at the sight, and his orgasm begins to approach rapidly. He digs the shard into your thigh again, cock twitching hard inside you when you release another scream of pain. “FUCK YES! FUCK YES!” He roars.
And his climax hits.
He’s pumping you full of cum, his hips stuttering as a string of drool pours down from his lips. He’s shaking against you, his hands wrapped right around your throat. He lets go of you and collapses beside you on the bed, pulling you into him. You tremble, shaken, full, traumatised.. and realising now that you belong to him. You’re his. Your eyes water, sobs pouring out of you again.. but Cook just holds you tighter, his cock softening inside you. “Mmh.. my nurse..”
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A/N: HIIIIII, I hope y’all enjoyed the story.. PRETTY DARK, I KNOW, but I know there’s some kinky ass girls out there that‘ll freak out over this. Anyway, shout out to the dark fic girls out there. I love yalllll. Mwah mwah kisses!! (It’s 4am I need sleep OMYGOD.)
Let me know if anyone wants more parts cus this can be more than a oneshot!
Hi guys is this tuff?? I finally have my very own oc yippie :D I kinda hid her for a while because I was shy but here she is nowwww thankful for the friends I made in the haunted hotel community ! I don't really post about OC's and such cz sometimes I js don't have the luxury/confidence so this one's a big leap for me ehe
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P.S YES I will be making future content about The Asylum that was the hotel ! it might take a wee bit longer cz my schedule is packed but I'll try my best !
What if the Island was a mental health hospital; the colourful game rooms are the therapy rooms and the players are patients and the pink guards are the doctors and nurses.
At the head of this hospital is Dr Hwang In-ho and he is determined to help/cure a very high risk patient, Seong Gi-hun who has suicidal tendacies and suffers from intense delusions of voilent children games and that the very doctor that is trying to save him (that loves him) is the wicked Frontman trying to kill him.
(Also no evil doctors or mad experiments - the true horror is not being able to trust your own mind)
Gihun had a…rough life. He never knew his father, he lived in poverty with his mother and then death came for everyone around him.
First, he lost his friend Sangwoo. Then, his mother succumbed to her diabetes. Next, his wife and daughter died in a car accident and Gihun…lost it.
His mind made up an evil organization that took Sangwoo and his mother away. He thinks his ex wife and daughter live in America, far away to be safe and that he’s t trying to bring the organization down.
He’s in a very nice but intense psychiatric ward run by a friend he doesn’t remember, Hwang Inho.
The staff is nice and he’s treated well but Gihun’s mind distorts everything. He thinks the nurses and doctors are guards that are trying to harm him and the “players” and he’s constantly fighting them and trying to save his friends.
When the staff aren’t paying close attention to him, Gihun runs towards the windows and tries to jump or tries to steal pens to stab himself with but he’s always caught in time.
Inho personally goes to Gihun’s room almost everyday and tries to earn his trust, hoping he can help this sweet and kind man, his old friend who doesn’t even remember him.
And then one day, Gihun calls him Youngil and starts being really friendly and trusting of him, getting Inho to play some games with him and maybe even flirting?
But days later, Gihun is mad at him, crying and telling Inho if he was happy when he betrayed Gihun—when Inho asked him what he was taking about, Inho found out that now Gihun thinks he’s the host of the organization that forces people to play for money and kills hundreds a year.
Inho is heartbroken because he thought they were making progress and that maybe, he’d be able to help Gihun escape his mind but now Gihun thinks Inho was playing with him and that he’s a murderer…
Meanwhile, a quiet little voice inside Gihun’s head is telling him that Inho is safe and that Gihun needs to wake up from his own nightmare…
Warning! Use of drugs, forcing himself to you, suggestive, obsession, possessive, yandere
Yandere! Albedo, is one of the patients that needs attention but is sometimes conscious enough to be calm at times or doesn't even need to be regularly checked.
Yandere! Albedo, is one of the most famous doctors before he becomes one of your patients.
Yandere! Albedo, becomes one of your patients, after that incident about his little sister (klee) whom he loved so much.
Yandere! Albedo, in his line of duty becomes too deluded of his anger for the man who caused the incident of his beloved sister, and pursued to "accidentally" kill him on the operation table.
There have been cases of Yandere! Albedo lost his mind from time to time in time of his duties, no one dared to question it since he was one of the best doctors they have.
That was until the incident.
After the "accidental" killing Yandere! Albedo was discharged from his duty. He shows signs of no remorse whatsoever, they have already seen some evidence of him visiting the patient's room from time to time and injecting something or leaving the patient's room with medicines they don't remember he needs.
Now he stays mostly in his room, sometimes he only comes out when he's sane enough to get some walks outside. Yandere! Albedo, only comes to know you his psychiatrist when you knocked on his door once and comes to accompany him to his walks.
Yandere! Albedo, becomes the crazy doctor who was known to be the genius doctor once.
When he was sane enough, he was the one who contacted the people around (zhongli) to let him safely take walks alone or sometimes with his chosen accompany.
Let's just say you were unlucky to begin with. Meeting this guy is...one of the things you could have avoided if you only stayed on your path, you know...if only you haven't knocked that door.
Yandere! Albedo becomes your regular patient to check up since he doesn't like his current ones. Even though deep down he doesn't even really need one to begin with.
After all he was the one who put himself inside that asylum in the first place, the director Zhongli was his friend of his college years so of course he knows him very well.
He was very aware of everything, even his tendencies of hurting people since then.
He knows that he is in danger of himself and to everybody around him. So he decided to move to the asylum as it's patient, as per contract with the director he won't be disrupted or Disturbed by any means unless he calls or needs for it.
He is like a patient but also not a patient to begin with.
Yandere! Albedo is always in his room, taking a walk or in the library.
But since meeting you, his kind and very timid psychiatrist he much enjoyed your company and always. ALWAYS. wanted to accompany you everywhere, even if it means staying or using his power to control you.
You were different, so different from his other psychiatrist. So loving so kind and so...he wants you to be his.
Yandere! Albedo, sometimes even started talking with you in medical ways, always talks about his favorite place and showing off his drawings after or sometimes even shared loving memories of his sister and from his past mother.
Was he sane? Yes. Yes he was very sane, every time you visited.
He was very calm, very smart too. Every time you're together he seems rather normal and charming like a prince. Yan! Albedo, doesn't act aggressive nor possessive in a sense against you. Another thing was, he just seems so normal in his daily routine, it does make you question why he's here in this asylum at times.
All he does in his time is either reading something in his room, reading in the library, or painting all the time. He has this box full of art materials and even has his own place up above the hill, that was his usual spot where he enjoys painting in peace alone.
Though there are times he talks to himself, and sometimes he feels like another person.
It does bother you at times but you just didn't. Think too much about it, until he feels...
Like that's not the albedo you know for.
Yandere! Albedo as per your observations is smart, formal, emotionless in words but expressive through other means such as painting and writing other than that at certain times he does seem normal.
But as per the records, he is dangerous.
Since the death of his little sister, and in some cases he has done that he keeps saying "accidents" there is another person living within him. He is unstable.
That causes these accidents, the very dark side of his persona the one who is very cunning and dangerous. He's the one who does the dirty job of causing "accidents".
The dangerous part of albedo is the one you should be aware of, known for his dual obsessive personality.
Not even you as his psychiatrist can immediately notice his exchange with the original. He is sneaky and very good at observing people like chess pieces.
Yan! Dual Albedo, only falls for you at first because he sees you as a pathetic being, trying to soothe him and even try to get to know him more? Yeah right.
Yan! Dual Albedo, though slowly he starts to understand the other's obsession with you.
You're so cute, so pathetic, so huggable and soft at times yet very attentive and a good listener, even though how gruesome his story telling was about the incident you kept your calm and let him finish his story without any judgement.
So how can he stop himself from manipulating you? How can he stop resisting the need to touch you and do some inappropriate need?
Oh, if only you know how cute you were when you always model for him to paint. How he just wants to do more things than touch your hand. How he dreams of you at night and seven stayed awake if he needed to.
Yan! Dual Albedo, much more aware of his obsession than his other half. He is much more sharp and crazy, to the point of doing things he normally won't do such as being bold enough to touch you.
Yan! Dual Albedo, calls out to you one day to join him inside his room, acting all normal and charming like his other half.
As you entered the room it was your only mistake you wish you could undone.
He offered you tea as the two of you started your normal conversations.
Though as time passes you start to feel hot? And dizzy at the same time. You looked up at albedo who only has this knowing smile as he keeps drinking his tea at hand slowly but surely just staring at you as you fall on the floor.
"are you okay, my dear?" He says as he approached your fallen body on the floor
You can feel his touch, as he drags his hand from your cheek down to your arm as he touches you more, you can start to feel this uneasy feeling about the situation.
"don't be afraid, my dear... I'll help you" as he moves your paralyzed body close to his and leans in to kiss your lips
You can't resist. You can't move. You just can't take your eyes off his.
He can't stop himself now, he moves you closer as he kisses you deeply as he marked you as his. You just can't. As he started to take off your clothes and kiss your collarbone as shoulder, as you can sensitively feel him, the coldness of his lips against your burning skin. You can't move.
You can't resist this man. Who you thought of your friend.
He started undressing you. He started moving his lips on top of your chest, as he leans closer and marked you harder.
He starts to undress your clothing as he removes your clothing leaving you exposed only for him to see.
"I love you so much" he whispered close to your ears as he bites your ear slowly and licks
You wince at his actions making you more sensitive than ever.
"p...p..." you tried to make a word a sound but you can't, you're unable to.
"my darling...mine only mine...not even those bastards can have you...you're only mine."
He took his time as he entered you, as he aligned himself against yours. Tears fall in your eyes but you can't even make a sound of protest.
"so...good darling..hnggg ahh~ mine~ si mine~" as he pulled you closer and make you his.
"only mine" he keeps whispering that phrase until he finishes inside you, how can he not? You need to feel full of him and only him, he needs to mark you just like how those bastards do...
He doesn't like what is being marked by other patients nor laid eyes by those dirty doctors. Even if it means, of his own old friend.
You are his. Only HIS.
Even if it means to share you with his other half he doesn't care, Yan! Dual Albedo only wants you to be only exclusively his even if it means sharing with his other half.
Oh did his other half know about this situation? Yes. Did he agree to do this even though it means he can't control? Yes. Did he get to enjoy you in this state?...Yes
Did he get to cum inside? *With an obsessive smile and look* Yes
As he cradles you in his arm and cares for your hair in a gentle manner he could only look at the camera on the very corner of the room, knowing that someone is watching, someone he knows so we'll. Who is just as mad as he imagine.
But that is a story for another time
As he kisses your forehead with the intense obsessive crazy smile looking at the CCTV monitoring his room.
Whispering " S.H.E. I.S. M.I.N.E"
Note: I am BACK! well hopefully I'll get to write more since I will be having time at hand. Anyways hopefully you'll enjoy this new one! Thank you for reading and have a nice day darlings!
(Behold what happens when I have ideas that far surpass my skill level... ^^; Here we have tall-ish Lunar, roughly Bloodmoon height, only taller if his hat gets counted. And this universes versions of the Gemini twins)
Okay so this needs some explaining; this here is Asylum AU's version of Lunar and the Gemini twins. I didn't put their information on my last post about this AU because:
A. I genuinely enjoy these guys little side tale so much I wanted to attempt to give a good visual to go along with their bit.
B. I thought it was long enough already.
So I'm gonna write their whole little bit below, as with everything I write it's gonna be LONG, but hopefully a fun read.
Enjoy ^_^
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Lunar: As with all this universe's characters, he started off life built by Eclipse to assist him... But the main difference was that this Lunar was treated infinitely better than our Canon Lunar was right from the get go. Not to mention that he had his Star Power right from the beginning as well...
How did he have that you may ask?
Simple... Doc Eclipse acquired some meteorites that contained an unknown alloy. And he genuinely went 'What the hell, why not?' and used it to build Lunar's body. Which apparently contained some residual Star Power and thus, this Lunar has his powers.
Right from the beginning, Lunar didn't want to fight with Sun and Moon and he began trying desperately to get everyone to stop fighting. So to make a very long story short, eventually, he was successful in getting the fighting to actually stop because Sun and Moon grew to care about Lunar like a brother. Although the fighting didn't stop until there was significant damage done to the motor control of Eclipse's left leg... There's an uneasy peace between the two halves of Lunar's family as the result of this.
Free to choose what he wanted to do with his life, Lunar took his love for games to the next level and started a gaming company. (But also made Beanbag chairs as well) Lunar's commitment and genuine love of the games that the company made reflected in their products and it didn't take long before Lunar's company not only became successful, but a MAJOR name in gaming.
By the time Asylum AU starts, Lunar's gaming company, Starfall Games, (The logo being the blue star emblem Lunar is creating and has on his clothes) is considered the number one gaming company in the world. Their claim to fame is their games quality. As they have never once released a game with any major bugs. Lunar is a very good boss and although he demands a great deal from his employees, but he is never unreasonable. And he regularly rewards his staff who go above and beyond.
He's a tough, but fair boss.
Lunar owns a huge tower in the middle of the city, which he lives in. It's so advanced it would make Tony Stark jealous. He lives in the penthouse on the upper stories while the lower stories contain the main headquarters for his gaming company. His tower is seemingly crafted from obsidian, with neon blue lights running throughout it. The dress code for the staff actually follows a similar theme, with everyone wearing bright seemingly neon colors. Or have some sort of celestial, space or star theming.
Lunar's powers in this area also 98% mastered, with the problem 2% to be addressed in a bit. Like Canon Lunar, he has electricity. But this version, rather than weather powers, his focuses on electricity, lightning and electro plasma. He actually powers his entire tower with his abilities and is in negotiations with the city to possibly power the entirety of that as well in the near future. His lightning powers are incredibly deadly if used in combat, but fortunately he next to never needs to use them offensively. In the rare instances he does need to fight, he is skilled enough to actually manipulate the electrical currents in a human body and essentially short-circuit a human temporarily. It's even more potent against animatronics.
But it's his plasma powers that he is actually the most fond of, as he's so skilled with wielding them that he can literally craft various things out of the plasma and then dissolve them on a whim. He can literally create tiles or stairs that allow him to walk in the sky. It's not uncommon to see him stroll across the sky near his tower at any given time...
But his favorite thing by far to create is his Plasma Cycle. Essentially a futuristic Tron-esque motorcycle that can reach nearly unfathomable speeds and drive over every type of terrain and even drive in the sky with him creating a plasma road below and in front of the bike to drive on.
(Essentially like this but in a brilliant blue)
Ultimately this Lunar has a very good grasp on things, but there are still some... Drawbacks...
Lunar didn't get to where he is in life without having to deal with A LOT of shit. With the one thing he has grown to value THE MOST in people is loyalty and honesty. He has endured many betrayals and been in the midst of liars and he finds people who partake in these negative things to be the lowest of the low.
He's not crazy and understands small lies and fibs can be understandable, even necessary. As he regularly lies about how good his Suns homemade 'Mint Sugar Cookies' are... They're damn near inedible, have the texture of a mix of toothpaste and sand, but nobody has the heart to tell Sun.
Aaaand then there's his family and that often deeply uncomfortable situation...
The thing Lunar loves the most, more than his company or anything else, is his family. His deepest wish and desire is for them all to stop hating each other and get along. Which is the one thing he wishes for every year on his birthday, when he invites everyone to either his home, or another location to spend the day together...
And every year without fail...
It's a total disaster...
It would seem Moon and Eclipse, in spite of their love of Lunar... They can't not fight for even a single frickin hour. They will fight, Sun will cry, Solar Flare will try to make peace, Bloodmoon stays the hell out of it, aaaand things proceed to fall apart before they can even have dinner. Let alone cake...
Every year Lunar just endures this. His heart breaking a little more each time... A tiny part of him wondering if he means so little to his siblings that they can't just get along for him for just a few hours. But, he just buries it and smiles and says that next year will be different. The stress of his family fighting is the only thing that can cause him to lose a grip on his powers. Sometimes leading him to short out an area and have to pay a hefty bill to repair the place he accidentally wrecks.
...fortunately he has his best friends, Castor and Pollux, by his side whenever these nightmares happen...
...the two people he trusts most of all...
...yeaaaah...
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Castor and Pollux: In this dimension, the Gemini twins were drawn to the bizarre Star Power usage on this planet, eventually tracking it to Lunar when he was at his company. And they came with literal perfect timing, as Lunar had just started wandering through some of the floors of his company and they just appeared there.
One thing about this Lunar is that he is more than a little... Oblivious...
So oblivious in fact that he didn't notice the two clearly inhuman beings in his presence. But, to be fair, his companies dress code could have allowed a normal person to make such a mistake for maybe the first time... Not consistently every day for several years.
Now Lunar was in work mode, so he was wandering through the halls and checking in while being flanked by these two who were trying to talk to him. All while he initially thought they were just trying to pitch an idea to him, something that happens a lot. But as they continued to dog him, (And growing more frustrated at Lunar brushing them off) It finally occurred to Lunar that their behavior wasn't like someone trying to pitch a game idea... And then it dawned on him...
They had to be the new assistant the agency sent over...
Although why would the agency send two people and not just one?
Castor, decently annoyed by everything going on and seeing the opportunity to at least get the information that they need, doesn't exactly lie pre say... he merely says that they are there to 'Observe and offer help as need be.' And how they were a two-for-one deal.
Lunar just shrugged and went with it...
So over the course of the next few years, Castor and Pollux are by Lunar's side nearly constantly. They had to learn a fair bit about games and paperwork, but fortunately they are incredibly fast at learning and adapting. So they went from just being the assistants that Lunar admittedly went through fairly quickly... As a lot of them got too comfortable and got a bit powermad having access to the bosses attention. The two Astrals not only became invaluable in helping Lunar with his day to day responsibilities, but also became his closest companions and friends. To the point that they literally moved into his penthouse with him, updated their respective wardrobes with more human-esque clothes (Lunar actually crocheted them their scarves and added the star logos) and they are even so joined at the hip to him that he now instinctively manifests a pair of sidecars onto his Plasma Cycle which allows his companions to join him on his fun high speed insanity.
...at first they were just doing their jobs, observing Lunar and assessing if he was a threat or not...
But after a while things drastically began to change...
Lunar had a very good handle on his abilities. Had the good sense of when to use them. But more than that... He was giving, kind and just overall a nice guy who did everything he could to bring joy and happiness to the people around him.
And he succeeded in ways he couldn't imagine...
Lunar had somehow, made Castor and Pollux feel overwhelming joy and happiness. Given that Astrals don't feel emotions like mere mortals can... It was a jarring experience when Lunar somehow brought these emotions out in them and it made them realize that they actually, genuinely, cared about Lunar. A LOT...
But given everything...
They were now stuck in a bad spot...
While they never 'technically' lied to Lunar, they sure as hell know that they haven't been honest. Telling him the truth about themselves, about the Astrals in general, star power, his powers, everything... Given how Lunar values honesty and loyalty...
Oh yeah, they know they are in deep shit...
Not just with Lunar either. As they have been deliberately misleading what involvement is required of them to the other Astrals. While stating the situation is under control, but being extremely vague about what it even is. Aaaand even doing a few things to keep their fellow Astrals distracted from asking too many questions...
...like sending Scorpio an entire industrial roll of bubble wrap for them to stab with their tail...
...Giving Aries multiple wool pillows for them to rest comfortably on while meditating and using their dream powers...
...and last but certainly not least, sending Leo a beanbag chair completely packed full of catnip...
Courtesy of these little distractions, they have managed to avert deeper questions regarding what they have been up too. Except for Taurus who is getting suspicious about what exactly is going on down on earth. The only thing that has prevented him from heading down there to see for himself is with how busy he's been trying to track Rez.
But back to things on earth; given the closeness that the siblings have with Lunar it is now understood that in the company, they now wield as much power as Lunar himself. Referred to as Lunar's right and left hands respectively. They do, subtly, lead Lunar to occasionally have days where he takes some time off to just trains his powers. Pointing out one can never have too much control over such powerful abilities... They usually convince him to do this with the promise of having a picnic and just having a day to chill and unplug from everything. They have made an effort to do this every few months ever since they witnessed one of the hellish fiascos that Lunar's birthday turned into...
That was a horror show...
Made worse by how having his whole family together for a day was the only thing Lunar could talk about for a whole week...
Pollux: (Her hands clamped over her mouth as everything just spiraled out of control. So completely stunned still)
Castor: (In disbelief and his eye twitching) What is happening here?
Bloodmoon: (Surprisingly staying out of it) Not sure. But we're about a minute away from stuffing our pockets full of shrimp and getting the hell outta here...
Everything was over in under an hour, leaving Lunar heartbroken and usually a venue wrecked. The Bloodtwins at least making sure that Lunar got home alright, to which the Gemini twins then took it upon themselves to cheer Lunar up, always being sure to have a little 'Backup Party' ready to cheer him up.
And this has just become a solemn tradition...
Lunar gets his hopes up for a happy time with all the people he loves the most, it gets ruined, the twins take him back home. They handle the incoming apologetic phone calls that follow, Castor swears at them... a lot... Then they watch movies, play games and have some ice cream cake.
And Lunar asks how he got so lucky to have them in his life...
And they feel that knife of deception twist in their proverbial hearts...
