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faeome · 5 months

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Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader.

Summary: Anakin gets jealous when he sees you talking to Obi-wan.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+ only! Mean!Anakin, choking, inappropriate use of force, spanking, bit of degradation, pet names, overstimulation, P in V, creampie, aftercare.

It wasn’t a surprising fact that Anakin was a jealous person. Growing up with nothing, he liked to know that he had something that was truly his. In this case you. He had been obsessed with you from the moment he first saw you. At first, he tried so hard not to break the Jedi code, but you just would not leave his mind. It all started with stolen kisses that seemed harmless back then. Anakin had a strong willpower and he would not let you break down his walls so easily. Or so he thought… Well, here you were now.

Your relationship was complicated, to say the least. Since both of you were Jedi, you were prohibited from attachment. That did not stop you from sneaking into each other’s rooms at night, when everyone was asleep though.

Obi-wan had just returned from the mission, so like a good friend, you decided to greet him. It was nothing special, just you making sure he was okay, and him cracking jokes about how Anakin was staring daggers at him.

You had not told Obi-Wan about your secret relationship with his apprentice, but it did not take a detective to figure it out. If he knew, He was quiet about it. Though, you knew he was against Anakin breaking the rules.

He would often try to get Anakin to open up about you, but he never succeeded. Anakin thought that Obi-Wan was secretly in love with you, and no matter how hard you tried to convince him that he just cared about you as a friend, he just would not accept that. For this reason, any mention of your name from his master got him irritated.

“If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.” Obi-Wan’s voice broke you out of your thoughts

“Huh?” You replied, not realizing what he was hinting at.

“Anakin. He has been staring at me like he wants to murder me since I got here.” He explained.

“Oh,” You feigned innocence. “Is there a reason for that? Did you fight over something or-” Your blurt was cut short when you felt a cold metallic hand on your shoulder. It was Anakin.

“Your master is looking for you.” He said in a cold tone, not even looking at your face.

“What? I was just with him and he said I was free-”

“Well, you can just go and check it out since you don’t have anything better to do anyway.” He replied sarcastically, staring at Obi-Wan, who was just looking at you two, clearly amused.

You rolled your eyes, irritated at his tone. He spoke like the whole damn galaxy belonged to him.

“Well, see you later, then.” You told Obi-Wan, happy that his interrogation about you and Anakin was over, but annoyed about your master.

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It was already evening now. After you found out that your master was gone on a mission, and there was no way he could have wanted to see you, you were fuming. Anakin had once again lied to you and you believed it, without a doubt. You were sick of this. You were sick of his little games, and this was the last straw. That is why you decided that it was a good idea to go to his headquarters at a late hour and confront him.

You harshly opened his door, not bothering to knock. The room was dark and if you did not feel him in the force, you could have thought that he was not there.

“Anakin?” You harshly called out. He did not reply.

Once your eyes got used to the darkness, you could make out a figure standing. He was looking out of the window.

“Stop ignoring me. You are acting like a child,” you started.

You saw him turn around and heard a low chuckle, which sent goosebumps down your spine.

“Am I?” He said calmly, a little too calmly for your liking.

You turned on the bedroom lamp to see him better, the warm lightning making his face more angelic than ever. Has he always been this beautiful?

“Why did you lie to me?” You felt the anger rushing back to your body. “Do you think that you can just manipulate me at any moment? You think that I’m- I-,” You knew that you were shouting at him, but you did not care.

“That you are what?” Anakin asked.

You did not reply, not being able to form a sentence from the anger.

Anakin looked down at you, staring into your eyes. “That you are a dumb little bitch, who would let anyone touch her? Would you let Obi-Wan touch you the way I do, huh? Would you let him fuck you?” His voice was laced with venom.

Your face turned red from anger, did he really think so low of you?

You did not realize what was happening when you slapped him in the face with all your strength. The slap echoed in the silence of the room.

Anakin touched his face where you had slapped him, looking down at you with a sinister gaze. He grabbed your arms, roughly shoving you into the wall.

“Do that again.” He growled in your ear. “I dare you to do that again and see what happens Y/N.” He repeated.

His body was against you, pressing you against the wall so you could not move. He let go of your arms, easily taking your wrists into his metallic hand and holding them behind your back.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Anakin grabbed your face with his flash hand, squeezing your cheeks roughly and making you tilt your head upwards so you could look at him.

“You do not talk back to me. You do what I tell you to do, and you never ever slap me again.” He lowered his head to your ear. His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, making you wet. You were not gonna give in that easily, though. You were still so angry at him.

“Fuck you.” You said, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Oh, you will sweetheart,” he replied.

“Fuck you Anakin,” You repeated. “You don’t tell me what to do. We aren’t even together.” You saw him clench his jaw at that. “I can do whatever I want to do. And if I want to fuck Obi-Wan, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do, or maybe I already did. Maybe I fuck him. What are you gonna do about it?” You heard him chuckle. That was not a good sign.

He suddenly stopped, turning ever so serious.

“You fuck him, huh? Is that true?” He questioned you and you could feel him trying to get in your mind with his force. You were not weak though, you were gonna resist.

“Maybe it is, so what?” Anakin did not seem amused anymore, he was staring down at you angrily, like a predator.

“Listen Ani…” you started to explain, not wanting to go too far when you felt a pressure on your throat. He was choking you with the force. You opened and closed your mouth, desperately trying to breathe, but Anakin did not seem fazed at all. He looked amused like this was entertaining to him. The pressure was only getting stronger and you felt the strength leaving your body.

“A-Anakin p-please,” you begged him.

He took advantage of your weakened state and forced his way into your mind. You felt him digging dip in your thoughts and only when you felt like passing out did he let go.

You fell on the floor, once his strong hands were not supporting your weight anymore. Your breaths came out shallow. Your throat was burning and you were almost shaking. You tried to stand up, but your legs felt like jelly.

Anakin came towards you and looked down at your disheveled state. “You are a bad girl. You know that, right?” He crouched down and touched your chin to make you look up at him. “Speak when you are spoken to,” he growled.

“I know.” You replied weakly.

“Good.” He sat on the bed. His legs were spread widely and you could see his sculpted chest from his half-open robe. “C’mere,” he said softly patting his lap.

You stood up and went towards him, standing between his legs. His head was at the level of your chest and you could see him looking at you passionately.

"Well, you need an invitation?” He tugged on your wrist making you sit on his lap. You could feel his hard dick pressing into your ass. “You were talking big just a few minutes ago. What happened? Cat got your tongue?” He was taunting you.

“Shut up, Anakin.” You managed to say.

“I’d watch my language if I were you, doll.” He replied and opened your shirt, tossing it on the floor. His flesh hand was wrapped around your waist tightly, so you could not move. You were not wearing a bra, so he did not waste any time. He started sucking and biting on your nipples, making you hiss. “ ‘M gonna need you to lie down with your ass up.” He said with a final slap on your hardened nipples.

“No, I don’t want to.” You protested.

“I never asked if you wanted it, now, did I?” He replied, hinting for you to lay down.

You did as you were told. You laid on his legs and arched your waist a bit. You knew what was gonna happen and you were guilty to admit that it excited you.

He lifted up your skirt and tore your soaked panties with his metallic hand. “Count,” he ordered and you knew better than to resist.

You could not stop yourself from screaming out when you felt his metallic hand connect with your bare ass. “fuck” you cursed.

“Watch your fucking language.” Anakin warned you. “And fucking count, do not make me say it again.”

“one,” you murmured. You could feel the smirk that was glued on his face. You jumped at every slap, your ass was stinging and you were sure it was bruised.

“Twenty,” Your eyes were tearing and you were breathing as if you ran a damn marathon.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, smoothing your reddened ass. He finally let you go. You were now sitting on his leg, his one hand around your waist again, his metallic one teasing your entrance. His cold fingers started circling your clit slowly.

“You are so damn wet. Does me spanking your ass turn you on?” You whimpered. “I asked you a question.”

“You turn me on Ani, no one else but you.” You tried to reach his face, but he roughly grabbed your hand. “You were such a bad girl, doll. You don’t get to touch me unless I say you can.” You sighed.

"On the bed now! On your knees.” He ordered. You did as you were told, getting on your knees on the bed and arching your back. You could hear him taking off his clothes and you involuntarily clenched your legs together, getting even wetter if that was possible.

He grabbed your hair, shoving you down on the bed so you could not move. You could feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance and you closed your eyes, getting ready for the sensation.

His metallic hand was on your hip, his grip so hard that you were sure it would bruise. He slammed his hips into yours, entering you in one swift motion, without a warning. You yelped, trying to pull your head up a bit, but his grip was stronger, not letting you move.

“Shit,” he moaned, fastening the pace.

“Ani, slow down, please,” You begged, but to no avail.

“Shut your mouth” he growled, making you clench around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight." Both of you were moaning in sync.

“Ani, I’m close,” you moaned out, trying to hold your orgasm.

“Don’t fucking cum,” he ordered, emphasizing his words with a brutal slam of his hips.

You tried so hard not to, but it was too much. His big dick was hitting your cervix every time he moved his hips and the sounds he made were turning you on even more. With a loud moan, you came around his cock, your walls pulsating around his thick length.

“Shiiit,” he drawled. “I told you not to fucking cum, but you just don’t listen, do you?” He gripped your neck and pulled you up, pressing your back against his chest. The new position made his dick reach even further inside you and you were so full of him that you felt like passing out. His flash hand was around your neck, choking you. His other hand was massaging your breasts roughly. He was pounding into you like an animal in heat.

“A-Anakin, s’ too much, slow d-down.” Your eyes were filled with tears from the overstimulation. He was choking you so hard that you could hardly speak.

“Shut up,” he whispered in your ear, sucking on your pulse point. “Your heart is hammering doll, this must be hard for you.” He pointed out. You just moaned as an answer. “Being left at my mercy like this, not being able to resist me, to stop me,” he continued, tightening his grip on your throat even more.

He was everywhere, touching you in every place. It was all too much. You had no strength left. Your head was slumped against his shoulder and all you could do was moan. You could feel a heat gathering in your core again. You wished you could touch his face, but you knew better than that.

“You can touch me.” He whispered in your ear, biting on your earlobe.

“Get out of my head,” You panted, embarrassed that he knew what you were thinking about.

“Your thoughts are just too loud.” He smirked, snapping his hips harder into you.

You softly touched his face, your fingers tracing the scar on his eyebrow. “I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

“Shit, me too,” Anakin agreed. He was still hammering into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.” You moaned at his words.

He tilted his head towards you and kissed you hungrily. His tongue was into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. You bit his lip making him hiss.

“Tell me you love me.” He panted, looking at you with an intense gaze.

“I love you Anakin, more than anything. I really do.”

He closed his eyes, focusing on your words. “Say that again.”

“I love you so much,” you repeated, your cheeks reddening.

“You’re mine, only mine.” He moaned into your ear. you nodded.

“Say it.” He ordered.

“I’m yours Ani. I want only you, no one else, but you.” You could feel your walls clenching at the confessions. The second orgasm was way more intense than the first. Anakin followed you, his dick twitching, painting your walls white. He kissed you, swallowing your moans.

When he pulled out, you collapsed on the bed. You were so tired, that you could hardly open your eyes. You could feel the cum leaking out of your hole, but you did not care. Anakin lay beside you. He was spooning you. Your back was against his bare chest and his hand was protectively wrapped around your waist. He started playing with your hair.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked in a low tone.

“No… well, yeah, but in a good way, I guess,” you replied. He hummed.

“I hate when you talk to him,” He confessed, hinting at the earlier conversation you had with Obi-Wan.

“I know, Ani, but he’s my friend. You can’t prohibit me from doing so.”

“yeah, I know,” he said and kissed your temple. “that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”

you sighed at his stubbornness.

“Next time though, if I see you chitchatting with him, I’m gonna fuck both your holes so hard that you won’t be walking for a week.”

“Is that a promise Skywalker?” You turned to him raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, it is,” he smirked.

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A/N: Part two? 👀 Also, requests are open so feel free to send some in...You can see who I write for in my masterlist. As always, feedback is appreciated.

#Anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars imagine #Anakin Skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #darth vader #revenge of the sith #darth vader x reader #Jealous!Anakin #hayden christensen

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alpaca-clouds · 7 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 and the Grooming Theme

I am on my second playthrough by now (the Astarion origin) and it really becomes even more apparent how grooming is kind of a central theme with all six of the origin characters. And funnily enough, I am not entirely sure whether it is intentional or more accidental. Mostly because I am not entirely certain whether the creators have realized how much the Gale-Mystra relationship reads as grooming and how much the entire Gith culture is basically about grooming their young into those perfect warriors.

The abuse aspect is fairly clear with Astarion and Shadowheart. If I am not entire mistaken, there is even dialogue in game that calls out Shadowheart's experience as grooming explicitly.

Let me go through all the Origin Six one by one.

Astarion gets basically groomed by Cazador, which kinda partly gets clearer if you consider that while under humans he would have been considered as an adult, among elves he would not have been. With him it is a clearer abuse situation, due to all the torture and violence we know he was subjected to. But Cazador in general tried to turn his spawn into what he imagined them to be. (There is a lot of speculation going on that he focused so much on Astarion, because Astarion reminded him of himself.) We also learn from Astarion that he tried to be what Cazador wanted him to be - though he clearly never succeeded.

Shadowheart embodies one of the most classical grooming scenarios. Often these day we use grooming to refer explicitly to sexual grooming - but the word is also often used in religious contexts, especially when it comes to cults. And yes, basically Shadowheart got kidnapped as a child and quite literally brainwashed to be a follower of Shar. We do not have that many details, but those we have actually do fit rather well with grooming inside of cults. And in her case this happened very clearly with the implicit knowledge of the people doing the grooming of what they were doing.

With Karlach we do not quite know how old she was, when she started to work for Gortash. But from all we learn she was probably in her teens. We have not many dialogues of her referring explicitly to what exactly happened between her and Gortash, outside of him selling her off to Zariel. But we have bits and pieces that sound a terrible lot like lovebombing. Of Gortash always knowing how to praise her that she would feel good about herself. Which, too, is a very typical grooming tactic. And what we know sounds like he kinda groomed her into the perfect bodyguard - before he sold her off.

With Wyll it is the clearest in so many ways, because we see him and Mizora interact with each other quite a bit. And make no mistake, Mizora very much groomed him. He was fucking 19 when he made that contract - and all we learn sounds like tons and tons of gaslighting happening between them, denying him to have any sense of reality. And I mean, just look at the official artwork with the two of them. While canonical there is nothing sexual happening between them (unless you do a Wyll playthrough and do the one night stand with Mizora)... It definitely feels at least somewhat sexually charged and she is quite touchy with him.

There has been a lot of discussion about Gale in this regard. Most of all because we do not get to know that much about how his relationship with Mystra went on. With Gale we do not know how old he is now, we know even less how old he was when Mystra took him in. But it for sure feels a lot like grooming, especially once you consider the inescapable power imbalance between a god and a mortal human. Given that Gale is still very enarmored with Mystra as we meet him - despite her abandoning him - we mostly hear rosy memories from him. But just his entire interaction when she fucking commands him to kill himself... Yeah that sounds a lot like grooming.

Finally there is Lae'zel. With her it is also more the cultish kind of grooming. Because the entire Gith culture under Vlaakith is basically a cult. We kinda see it when we interact with the Gith kids in the Monestary, who very much have absorbed this idea of the culture, going so far as killing and torturing each other. We also see that in Lae'zel if we talk with her about it and she looks at this and is like "Yeah, nothing wrong with that." Personally I found Lae'zel hardest to deal with because of this. Because she has absorbed all this stuff from her culture and when she follows those ideals she still thinks she is doing good/right. Like, Shadowheart can be a shitty person and Astarion definitely is. But they both kinda get that their behavior at times is shitty - while Lae'zel goes "this is right and good!"

Technically speaking we even see this partly in the villains. Orin definitely was groomed into the murder hobo she is. That makes her not the least bit less evil - but it was not as if she ever had a choice to become anything other than a murder hobo. And while I would argue that technically speaking Gortash was not exactly groomed (or maybe he was groomed by Bane?), he definitely also has been turned into a shitty person through childhood trauma.

To be honest, it is all this trauma that comes from all those experiences, though, that makes me just wanna write for this fandom so much. Because... Well, there is so much healing to do for those characters. And all those healing stuff is kinda the stuff I am all here for, when it comes to writing.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #karlach #wyll #shadowheart #astarion #mizora #cazador szarr #gale dekarios #lae'zel #enver gortash #bg3 orin

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raisedbythetv89 · 1 year

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No, but like…FAMOUSLY not just in Buffy, but every universe that has spells and magic, real love CANNOT be manufactured or duplicated by magic. Only twisted obsession/infatuation like what we see in Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered.

But in “Something Blue” Buffy literally says once the spell is over and she’s talking to Willow “I loved him, we were betrothed” in a spell whose specifications had only to do with marriage which would only change them from being enemies to allies, which then allowed all their suppressed and ignored feelings to come to the surface that they could NOT act on before when the other person was supposed to bring about their death.

And I’m not saying full deep romantic season 7 and beyond love but they clearly CARE about each other and are extremely attracted to each other, in lust if you will…and must have been for a while. Giving SO MUCH credence to neither of them ever succeeding at killing each other because deep down they genuinely never wanted to. (yeah yeah plot armor but so much of the time when one of them got away it was really WAY too easy like they could have at least made it so both of them were always just BARELY getting away by the skin of their teeth instead of how many times one of them really just lets the other go after exchanging a few punches like 😹 they weren’t even TRYING after a while and to me “Something Blue” proves it’s because they do not want to kill each other because they are crushing SO HARD. Because also in season 2 when they make the truce literally FIVE MINUTES LATER Buffy leaves Spike alone with her mother while she’s on the phone. The amount of trust that demonstrates is actually insane especially when you combine it with the fact that Buffy doesn’t do a disinvite spell after he leaves town OR comes back in season 3 & 4. And plot armor or not, them never killing each other becomes part of the lore and informs the motivation of the characters because that’s just how fiction works! 🤷🏼‍♀️)

I mean just look at these two love sick idiots

I MEAN….Buffy’s face when her immortal and extremely durable vampire just gets tossed across the room?? She goes into slayer overdrive, swiftly taking care of the two demons she was fighting to run over and check on him exactly like she does so many times in season 7 because that’s her vampire!!!

We see them so happy and in love - literally the happiest we’ve ever seen Buffy and then the show tries to tell us “it wasn’t even nice” because what? They bickered?? You mean they actually SAID what was on their minds and talked about it and then comforted the other when they were sad instead of bottling it all up or being evasive of topics that would cause fights and Buffy would tell Spike lovingly to shut up when he was being dumb??? OH NO THE HORROR!!

And what really is the cherry on top for me is the “wind beneath my wings” bit because Buffy blames the spell while her body language and face clearly says it was NOT the spell, that was all Buffy. Which opens the door for us to question just how much was what we saw because of the spell’s influence vs the real Spike and Buffy just completely uninhibited by their status of an engaged couple???

Especially when this supposed engagement to a “bad boy” who was helpful to her watcher, extremely caring and loving towards her in front of all her friends and when xander says something mean spike is SO HURT and he’s like “that’s it! You’re off the usher list!” Like oh yes THE BIG BAD INDEED 💀 but Buffy claims being engaged to a Spike “gets her over her bad boy thing because it wasn’t even nice” ….. GURL you are running for the hills to seemingly “normal” captain cardboard because you LOVED being engaged to the slayer of slayers and that scared the absolute shit out of you and you were like I need to do something to convince myself I’m normal and not the kind of girl who would be into Spike IMMEDIATELY 💀 and then avoids Spike for the next several episodes while Spike is always asking where she is for Buffy to achieve maximum avoidant/suppression of feelings possible 😹😹😹

And the way Spike NEVER teases her about it afterwards like he did with the “wind beneath my wings” bit at the end of the episode to me is so telling of the importance it held for him too that he never used everything he must have learned about her at that time or never even taunted Riley about the fact that the Slayer was all over him when her and Riley had first started dating because let’s be honest that would be SUCH a Spike thing to do. Like???? They have been so into and conflicted about each other for a LONGGG time and I honestly cannot be convinced otherwise 😹

#they’re actually madly in love your honor #spuffy #something blue #spike and buffy

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spacebarbarianweird · 6 months

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Dhampirs of Faerun

We had a discussion about dhampirs with @marcynomercy on Discord recently.

Dhampirs are known to be secretive. They know how to blend with mortals and not to attract the attention of either regular people or vampires. But if you release spawns into the Underdark, dhampirs will be much more common in the decades to come. Much more common than they have ever been.

Now imagine this paranormal comedy fuel.

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Headcanons

A group of adventurers gathers in a tavern, tasked with killing a shady villain.

They've never met before, each harboring secrets they don't want to share.

Seven members compose the team.

Berserk - Human

Tiefling Bard who fucks everything that moves and if it doesn't move he moves it and fucks.

A Dwarf Paladin.

A silver-curled Elven maiden skilled with daggers.

A Half-Orc ranger who looks at the sun with awe of someone who has never seen the light.

A Half-Elf Rogue.

And an autistic wizard kid they've picked up for fun.

They carefully plan their tactics and embark on the adventure.

For a month, they travel through the wilderness, bonding and befriending each other.

They learn to trust each other and share some secrets.

There's even a love couple whose relationship will probably last longer than this adventure.

They fight the villain, restrain him, and drag him to their camp.

At night, the villain tries to talk to the wizard kid.

"Kiddo, listen, we have much more in common than you think. Have you ever felt the bloodlust? Have you heard the night singing for you?"

The wizard kid feels uneasy; no one must know his secret.

In the meantime, the Rogue decides to look around the camp for potential threats. The Berserk follows him, looking drunk.

"FUCK!"

A loud yell from the woods awakens everyone in the camp.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" the Rogue tries to stop blood leaking from his arm. "Are you a fucking Dhampir?!"

"And what the fuck is wrong with your blood?!" bellows the Berserk. "Wait... you too?!"

The group of seven young adventurers steps around the restrained villain, looking at each other with shock and surprise.

"So," the Bard finally composes himself. "We are all Dhampirs, aren't we?"

The whole group stays silent, realizing they've been succeeding in Stealth checks for the entire month but failing the Perception one.

"Wait, I don't understand," says the Paladin. "The Ranger and the Rogue are dating, and I can't sleep the entire night because, please, learn the Silence spell! The Bard has fucked at least three of us! How come no one noticed anything?!"

"Well, I was busy looking at other things," the Bard shrugs.

"Oh, I knew something was off with all of you. I just wanted to see how long you can pretend!" says the Elven maiden, playing with her dagger.

Astarion's daughter is blatantly lying. She is just embarrassed with the fact she has traveled with a group of her own kind and never guessed that.

"Soo," the Berserk says. "What are we going to do with our prisoner?"

"I am one of you! Let me go! There must be some dhampir solidarity among us!"

"No," the Ranger snaps back. "There is a rule in the Underdark. If a vampire kills a sentient being, they are executed because murders attract monster hunters. If we let this asshole go, he will keep ruining Dhampir reputation, and we will suffer, too!"

"Wait, you grew up in this Vampire Spawn City dad told me about?" asks the Elf.

"Yeah, I did."

"My sincere condolences."

The next night is spent in conversations and discussions.

In the morning, they all return to the city to get their reward for catching the bad guy.

They gather in the tavern once again, discussing what to do next when the Elf girl suddenly sticks a dagger into the table with a piece of paper on it.

"There is a vampire lord on the loose, kidnapping and torturing people. Let's kill him for profit!"

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#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #spacebarbarian headcanon #dhampirs #dnd dhampir #vampire spawn #bg3 vampire #bg3 post game #the pale elf #astarion spawn #astarion headcanon #vampire issues in d&d are much more complicated than i thought #alethaine ancunin #meet the dhampirs #dhampirs of the sword's coast #dnd

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chipthekeeper · 3 months

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Fuck it. Unprompted Velcinta/Rebelcaptain double date fic preview!!

As they approached the duo currently leaning against her ship and smiling at each other as if they were the only two people in the hangar, she couldn’t help but think they had also missed Mon’s memo about fraternizing in the common areas. The flirtatious look on Cassian’s face – the one he’d tried to use on Cinta so many years ago – was all too familiar, but it didn’t bother her like it once had. There was no need for her to be jealous of anyone. And besides, Cassian’s interest was clearly focused elsewhere at the moment. Vel recognized the look of two people in the early stages of being an inseparable pair. It had been slightly complicated for her and Cinta when it had happened to them, but still she knew. She understood that desire to block out everything but the person you were falling in love with. Hell, she still felt it all the time herself. The other two were so wrapped up in their own conversation that Vel had to clear her throat aggressively to get their attention as she and Cinta came up to them. Cassian snapped to attention, taking a full step away from the small, dark-haired woman beside him and standing up straight, adjusting his jacket. Jyn watched it happen and grinned from the side of her mouth while standing up from leaning against the ship herself. “Clem. Good to see you again,” Vel said, enjoying the way Cinta almost succeeded in hiding a smirk beside her. “Glad you’re not dead.” “Ah, right,” Cassian said with an oddly embarrassed laugh, looking to Jyn as he rubbed the back of his neck and explained, “I always forget they still call me that.” “Still?” Jyn questioned. “We’ve known each other a long time,” Vel told her. “Lots of fond memories,” Cinta chimed in. “We’ve done some jobs together,” said Cassian, who then crossed his arms and looked at the two women. “And they did try to kill me once.” “At least,” Vel muttered.

Full version out Friday....

#there’s really not much to this so don’t set expectations high #but it was fun to finally get it out of my head #velcinta #rebelcaptain #pls engage with me i'm so bored #my writing

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love-triangles-au · 9 months

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Gotta know, which Triangle is needier?

(Mod Minty let me steal her art for today's edition of the gay geometry channel. Say "thanks Minty for letting us see your gorgeous art!")

Bill, by a longshot!

Y'see, when he eventually realized that he actually does kind of give a crap about Venuz, he became aware of something: oh, no, a whole lot of people want my loved one dead. Sound familiar?

With that realization comes an immediate (and in his mind extremely embarrassing) trauma response. The last time he loved someone, they were taken from him brutally and unfairly, and the very nature of Venuz being the Gun God means that he is destined to eventually be succeeded.

Now, rationally, what happened to Liam was not at all Bill's fault -- his big brother was basically doomed from the moment he was born -- but as we all know trauma loves to make no sense. Because Liam was taken away while Bill was out, a part of him feels like if he had just been there maybe he could've done something.

And so we begin what we've dubbed the "separation anxiety arc".

He tries to bottle it up, god knows he does, because if Bill's good at anything it's pretending like everything's okay, but the moment Venuz goes to walk out the door it's like being hit with a bolt of lightning made of "what-if"s.

Luckily for him, the first couple times Venuz can just stay home or take him with him. Frankly, more often than not he goes to work as more of a way to keep the day interesting than anything else, but eventually it becomes clear that this is a serious problem.

The more the behaviour is enabled, the worse it gets, and the worse it gets the less Bill's excuses for his behaviour add up. Eventually, he lets it slip.

Once Venuz is aware, it begins to stress him out because there's nothing he can really do to help and he hates seeing Bill so uncharacteristically afraid. All he can really do is distract him at best, because he doesn't know any other way.

And then, one day, he has a lightbulb moment: vacation time! Far away planet (I dunno why but I've leaned towards Io, one of Jupiter's moons), no mortals, no guns. Bill really, really likes this idea, and so they hop in one of Venuz's 50 cars and, when they arrive, Bill finally feels a little better again.

Now, Bill doesn't have very much. As far as he's concerned, he's got his Veeny with him and they're perfectly safe right here. So, he basically pitches that they just stay there forever and live happily ever after.

But, they can't, and here's where another piece of our Gun God lore pops up.

The Gun God's power is tied to Venus itself, and he can't be away from the planet for too long without his powers fading. This prevents the Gun God from just dipping and living out in the deep recesses of space for all eternity, keeps the machine running so to speak.

So, they have to eventually go back.

We haven't got much further than this, but the current thoughts are that anxiety does get better with time (I have an anxiety disorder and know this firsthand), so that will likely ease him a little eventually.

BUT, where things get muddy here is that what Bill's afraid of isn't entirely irrational. Venuz is gonna get into gunfights, people are gonna come try to kill him, it's unavoidable. Thankfully, each Gun God tends to rule for a longer period of time than the last, because his skills only get better with each iteration. So, Venuz is very likely to keep his position for a couple thousand years at the least. But, the chance of him meeting an early demise is never zero.

I think the only way he's gonna get through this is if Venuz helps him through it, and even then I don't think it ever entirely goes away; dude's got like a trillion years worth of suppressed trauma, that doesn't just heal overnight. I think if Venuz is able to consistently prove that he's the best gunman on the planet that will gradually make Bill feel a bit better, but it would need to be consistent, like maybe Bill watches him train every day.

And, okay, when I said we hadn't gotten much further than this, that was kind of a lie; Bill's post-marriage activities very much revolve around this anxiety he feels around losing the fabled Only Guy He Cares About™.

With inclusion into the Yung family, he also becomes immortal and gains Venuz's powers. So, what's the logical thing to do with this newfound power, then? Begin an underground criminal organization dedicated to snuffing out possible competition before it can get to Venuz, of course!

The return of some of his power gives him the confidence that he can protect Venuz himself and that's when he forms his whole mafia operation. And, of course, Bill always thinks he's the smartest guy in the room, so he's often able to fool himself into thinking his plans are air-tight and cannot possibly fail and that suppresses his anxiety as well.

However, he does still sometimes have the occasional moments of doubt that result in full little kid meltdowns. He still needs occasional blanket time to calm down.

~ Mod Emily 🦇

P.S.: Sorry for the slowness on asks right now! It usually means we're wanting to draw something for it, so sit tight; we see you! :D

#love triangles au #mod emily #ask box #yungbill #bill cipher #yung venuz #nuclear throne #gravity falls #gun godz #art #minty's art

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HELLO AND THANK YOU QUESTION ASKERS OF THIS GAY EARTH here are your question answers

1) Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite? - Answered this one here and here!

2) Can they take care of a plant?

Of the three, Minnie seems the most likely to do so successfully - she's into biology and chemistry, so at the very least she kinda understand the theory of what care plants need on that level. Buck and Davey could probably manage if they had to, but I think Buck would get super stressed out about possibly killing the plant, and Davey just doesn't have a lot of gardening-specific experience.

8) Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

It depends on the type of puzzle and, honestly, whether or not they're doing well with it. Davey I think is mostly intrigued and much harder to frustrate, Minnie's mostly intrigued but will get frustrated fast if she doesn't get it right away, and Buck almost certainly would be frustrated nine times out of ten (he's got a lot of hangups and self-consciousness around his intelligence). Present it to him as "hey can you puzzle out how to rebuild this busted car engine", though, and he might swap over to intrigued.

9) Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? - Answered this one here!

11) They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

For Buck and Davey, probably save, if only on the technicality of "if we get noticed suddenly blowing huge amounts of cash someone will come after us due to We Are Wanted Criminals". I think they could both be tempted to spend at least a bit, though - maybe just a couple new kitchen appliances and a PS5 shipped to a PO box, you know... Minnie is 13 and has no self control she would blow thousands of dollars in a Hot Topic within the hour

13) Name one thing their parents taught them.

Buck's dad and, in turn, Minnie's dad after him, taught each of them how to throw a punch pretty much as soon as they reasonably could. (Whether or not they succeeded is a different question.) Buck's mom, on the other hand, taught him how to block. I think Minnie learned how to read from her mom. Davey learned computer security stuff from his dad, and his mom taught him Spanish. (She tried very, very valiantly to teach him to cook, but he's got the exact inverse of a natural talent there.)

14) Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

All of Buck's pleasures are guilty because he has an anxiety disorder. Minnie and Davey I think have very opposite views on the subject - Minnie thinks 'guilty pleasures' are fake and stupid, because if you're feeling so guilty about it why bother liking it, idiot? (But then in actuality she is extremely self-conscious about Liking Things, because being genuine and vulnerable is cringe.) Davey, on the other hand, is like yeah guilty pleasures are for sure a thing, I got tons of them, even though in actuality he carries next to no guilt over even the trashiest garbage he likes.

15) What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Buck's kind of got a weird relationship with leisure activities in general - he doesn't really "get" sitting down to watch TV or play a video game or something like that. (Nothing against it, and he'll hang out with the TV on once and a while, but he doesn't really seek it out as an activity.) Davey, meanwhile, doesn't really see the point of some chores and social nicety-type stuff (look, he's sorry, he's not gonna make the fucking bed, he's just messing it up again in like 12 hours). Minnie, outside of thinking pretty much all chores are a waste of time (at least for her. Uncle Buck can do as much laundry as he wants), definitely thinks her superhero training-slash-superhero work in general is a waste of time.

16) If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? - Answered this one here!

27) Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Minnie's all in on vengeance, while Buck, contrary to popular interpretation, at least wants to be the forgiving type. Davey's kind of in-between, edging more towards vengeance - if nothing else, he's the type who will begrudgingly give you a second chance if you genuinely attempt to make amends, but he will never forget what you did.

#anonymous puzzler answers #laurzzz #caesar-the-day #villain coded comic #anonymous puzzler originals #long post #hi i had to do a teaching demonstration today i tired forever #god forbid if i ever end up teaching a class and one of you is there you have to pretend you don't know me i mean this so genuinely okay.

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Oh my goodness the NEW CHAPTER- OH MY HEART I LOVE IT. IT REMINDS ME OF THE SONG ROUTINES IN THE NIGHT BY TWENTY ONE PILOTS AND IM SO EXCITED Daily Hobie HC! (Play Zitti E Buoni by Maneskin for the best experience- eurovision version!)

Imagine that you two had been enemies forever. A bounty both high on both of your heads. Funnily enough, you both are eager to get the other's bounty money and stay alive. Either way, none of you guys have even gotten close to succeeding. Guns have been pulled so many times, yet none of you actually had the guts to shoot for some reason, always managing to get away. And although you both are intent on killing each other, you both would go to stupidly great lengths to prevent ANYONE else from taking 'your kill'. You remember once how Hobie had shot someone who had tried to kill you, protectively snaking his arm around your hip. You immediately suppressed the knot in your stomach, snapping back into reality and pressing the cold tip of the muzzle of the gun into his side. You didn't shoot. You never tried once to pull the trigger. Same as Hobie. His finger rested on it, similar to yours, yet never once tried to even slightly pull it. Every time he or you got so close..nothing, apart from a shitty diversion and an escape. This time, you had managed to track him down into one of the big, popular clubs, the neon lights illuminating the dark, cold night. Hobie was watching the dance floor, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He noticed you, stalking around, before your eyes met his. As if the tension was an electrical storm, your breath quickens. What is going on? Hobie quickens his pace towards you, making your hands immediately fly to your gun, ready to pull it out from the holster. However, he simply takes both of your hands. His hands. Warm, calloused, and surprisingly so gentle with you. Your eyes widen as you both step out onto the dancefloor, joining the crowd. Hobie notices you gritting your teeth in annoyance, attempting to reach for your gun multiple times. Yet, he keeps pulling your hands away with a smug, lopsided smirk, immediately making you think he's drunk. However, after a while, you begin to play into the dance, allowing his hands to glide over your body as you loosen up. Your confidence skyrockets as you lean in with a ruthless, toothy smirk, before pulling away to continue the dance. As the song begins to come to a close, it seemed that you were the one who made a mistake. Hobie manages to swiftly pin you against a wall of the club, not even stirring anyone else to look back at them as they were all too caught up with their own things. His body is pressed up against yours, his lips hovering over yours, twisting your stomach into tight knots. You meet his gaze, which glance at your lips as you both pant from having used a lot of energy and enthusiasm from dancing. The drunk haze isn't there. Hobie wasn't drunk at all, meaning that that glass must've at least been his first. You notice as he leans in ever so slightly, his lips an inch away from brushing against yours. You resist the strong urge to just cup his face and send his lips crashing against yours. You two are supposed to be out to kill each other. You feel a cold muzzle press to your stomach. With a small glance down, you notice the two things stopping Hobie from being completely pressed up to you. Both of your guns, the tip pressed against both of your guts. Yet, both of your lips, so close to crashing into each other like two vehicles on a road. -🐦‍⬛

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH, LOVELY!! ❤️

Daily Hobie HC!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

OMFG THAT'S SO HOT 🥵 OWNSJSKOWNZNWJKSNSJ

JUST KISS ALREADY YOU SILLIES!!!

The club scene has me fanning my face oh my god 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Noooo don't shoot each other! Just smooch and make up! Be a power couple instead!

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #🐦‍⬛ anon #🫶🫶🫶#daily hobie hc!!

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Wallflower

So far, the party was going far better than Sun Wukong could have hoped, likely because he, besides providing some food and drink at an already laden table, was taking care to not involve himself in any of the conversations around the spacious room.

When Qi Xiaotian had proudly announced that he had found a time, date, and place big enough to host a smaller and more intimate version of the massive parties both humans and yaoguai had thrown to celebrate the defeat of the Lady Bone Demon, the Monkey King did have his doubts. After all, the varying individuals who his tudi had included on the invite list of “Team Saviors of All Reality” included numerous individuals--from the Lotus Prince to the Six Eared Macaque--who had tried to kill him at some point. And that wasn’t even factoring in that for as much as Qi Xiaotian dismissed his shifu’s hesitantly expressed but still honest concerns that there wasn’t a one among that group which wasn’t enraged at the Monkey King for one (good) reason or another, Sun Wukong was convinced that his presence would raise what already promised to be a tense atmosphere to a boiling point. He had stayed up one night after another, feeling like he couldn’t disappoint Qi Xiaotian once again by refusing to go, but was terrified of what his presence in that crowd could lead to. In the end, Sun Wukong decided it was far past time to fully abandon his laid-back and sickeningly cheery attitude in favor of going in, getting some food to be polite, and then staying out of the way. And thus Operation Wallflower was a go.

He had expected the hateful glares. He had known the snide comments and huddles of whispered accusations were coming. But that was fine. Actually, it was more than fine! No one had confronted him after Sun Wukong, staying quiet and keeping his eyes downcast, had grabbed a quick plate before seating himself in a corner away from the party’s center. There, Monkey King could sneak peeks at the crowd as a totality, and he kicked himself once again for having doubted his tudi. He had never expected to be in a room where Li Nezha and the Demon Bull King could be at least indifferent towards each other, but somehow his tudi had pulled it off. It was Qi Xiaotian’s ability to make at least grudging allies of even bitter enemies that made the Monkey King particularly confident in his choice of a successor.

The kid was succeeding well in an area that Sun Wukong had failed in spectacularly, and he couldn’t be more proud.

Not that he had anything about himself to be proud of. Not like they wouldn’t have even HAD to make such a massive effort or gone through all that grief to stop the bone witch if it wasn’t for the stupid monkey and his stupid ideas and his inevitable fail-

Sun Wukong shook himself out of that familiar spiral as his tudi approached, a smile on his face and two cups in hand.

“Monkey King! Isn’t this great? I never thought so many of the famous heroes and legends I read about my entire life would someday just...talk to me! I...I never thought I’d get to be a hero too. So, well, thank you. For being here. For letting me have this.”

Sun Wukong offered is tudi a small but genuine smile. “I’m glad you feel that way, bud. It’s only what you deserve.”

Qi Xiaotian grinned wider at his shifu’s words, and then offered the Monkey King one of the cups. It was, so Qi Xiaotian informed Sun Wukong, filled with plum wine that the Long family had ordered specifically for this get together, and it was, so his tudi continued in a tone that made Sun Wukong realize the young man was somewhat tipsy, absolutely delicious. Its fragrant scent certainly seemed to stand testament to its undoubtedly wonderful flavor. And yet. And yet.

“It’s real nice of you to offer me some, bud, but I....”

Remember how you spent your nights binging with friends and your days killing more humans than you could count. Remember how you quashed any secret misgivings towards your decisions with false cheer and plum wine. Remember how your party crashing and drunkenness in heaven ended with your children all dead and you cursed with immortality and now there’s no being but one who doesn’t hate you and it’s your fault your fault your fault YOUR FAU-

“...I don’t drink. Not anymore.”

#monkie kid #monkie kid sun wukong #qi xiaotian #there is quite a bit of indication in the og classic that the monkey king was among other things a violent alcoholic #but you could argue that in the lego show verse those were in retrospect the most successful and happiest years of his life #oh no

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(K)night in Black Armor (Part 27) – Spock (Mobster!AU)

Pairing: Spock x reader

Warnings: mentions of murder and death, violence, injuries

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“Leave him alone”

“I’m not doing anything, I just think he deserves the truth. Not all people died in the explosion because Nero thought it was a great idea to call Sarek and tell him about the bomb. Of course he tried to evacuate everyone. While some succeeded to get out, others didn’t. His mother was one of the survivors”

“She’s alive?” you asked

“Oh no of course not. Nero and some friends were there when the explosion happened, to take care of the survivors. Better said, we needed them as hostages so we could be sure to get everyone”

“You tried to get Spock and his father there, right?”

“Yes. We made a deal. For each hour in which they wouldn’t show up, we’d kill one of the survivors, saving the best for last. But heartless as they were, they didn’t show up of course. So poor Amanda had to bite the bullet”

“That’s hardly a secret for him”

“Oh he didn’t know that I had the honor” the look on Spock’s face changed slightly. He looked also hurt now and you didn’t know what to do “You can’t imagine what a feeling it was to see the life leaving her eyes, while telling her that her family didn’t even love her”

“Why did he let you live then?”

“As I said, he didn’t know what I did and that I even was there. We met briefly during their act of revenge but he believed that I had nothing to do with it and spared me. A fact you’re now probably reproaching yourself for, right? But don’t worry, in a few hours you’ll finally see her again. And as I know Medusa, you’ll also soon be reunited with your wife. Though I should thank you, Spock. After the act against your family, I was the only survivor and celebrated. How else did you think I became Medusa’s closest friend and aid?”

“I thought you’re his bodyguard”

“Not quite. That are the other two. Better said were. I bet they still were in the car when he had to blow it up”

“I wish you’d have been there too” you growled

“And I thought you were against violence?” you swallowed when you saw how Medusa was back on his feet, wiping blood of his face. You had completely forgotten about him “Good work, Seth” Camillo walked around Spock, glaring down at him “While I’ve waited for this day forever, I still am disappointed that not I got you to your knees” he punched him in the face.

“Don’t hurt him” you screamed, making Camillo laugh

“Do you hear this?” at least he now came over to you, lifting your chin to look at you “Just look at how sweet you are” your head snapped forward and rammed it against his own. Instantly, Seth punished you by ramming his weapon against your temple. Medusa grabbed your face again and pressed your head back “You will regret this” the back of his fingers stroked your cheek “Now back to the actual matter. You lied to me. There is no Bettsy, am I right?”

“So what?”

“You don’t know what I do to liars… on the other hand you can’t because no one who did is able to tell you”

“You have what you wanted” Spock interrupted “Let her go and leave her alone”

“And what do I get from it? I have to let out my anger somehow”

“Then let it out on me, not her”

“I’ve got a better idea” there was a knife against your throat and Seth let go of you, going over to Spock and threatening him with the weapon instead. “I may let her live but first you watch” when he ripped your shirt open you knew what he had in mind. Once again he dragged you to the wall and pressed you against it. With one hand he held the knife against his throat while he opened and pushed down his trousers. You weren’t trying to defend yourself yet because you were sure you only had one chance.

“No! Let her go, I beg you” you heard Spock and if you were honest, this was the worst, to see him so desperate.

“You beg me? What do you have to offer except for your life, which is mine already?” he turned back to you “Tell me, Spock, how does it feel to be helpless like this? To not being able being with the one you love? Unable to save her?” you weren’t sure if Spock heard him because he growled the words against your skin. He was getting to work on your skirt again and that was when you found the time for your escape attempt was right. Taking a deep breath you punched him right in the crotch area, digging your finger nails into the bulge in his underpants. At the same time, you also tried to move the hand that held the knife away from your neck and you went to your knees, trying to tackle his legs and bring him to the ground. It didn’t work but at least he let go of you, so you quickly crawled away from him and got up to hit him again before you’d go and help Spock. But you were greeted with a fist to the face and stumbled back. When he came closer, you swung your fists at him and tried to kick him somewhere. When you heard a gunshot, you stilled

“No” you whispered but the next moment you saw how Spock yanked Medusa away from you and soon they were in a fight. Your glance fell to Seth who was getting up and picked up his gun.

“Run” Spock shouted but you shook your head, knowing he wouldn’t have a chance against the two of them. Besides, it wasn’t even said you’d be able to leave and you doubted that after what happened Medusa would let you live. So you tried to lunge at his minion and get the gun away from him. But before that, you bent down to pick up the gun Spock had to drop earlier. You couldn’t even get to him before Spock tackled the man himself and then came running towards you, obviously intending to run away with you. Then he looked back and a second later, he dropped the two of you to the ground, just before a gun shot was echoing through the place. Instead of getting back up again, your husband shifted until he was fully on top of you, put his arms to the sides of your face and pressed his forehead against yours

“What are you doing?” the question was useless, you knew he was trying to shield you. And of course you didn’t want it although it touched you that he was ready to do anything to save you. “Spock no” you protested, trying to get away from him but he only kissed you

“Run as soon as you get the chance”

“Because we can’t be running now, of course. Together”

“(Y/N), we are in the disadvantage. We do not even have a weapon”

“Oh right and that’s a toy, huh?” you pulled out his gun and showed it to him. While he took it, he kissed you again, more passionately. He tried to get up and shoot your enemy but before he could fire you heard another gunshot “No” you shrieked, pulling Spock down to you.

“Oh fuck is he dead?” Gaila!

“Damn, you shot him!” Eileen complained

“I didn’t think I’d actually hit him” steps were coming closer

“Are we interrupting something?” Helen asked before she helped Spock up

“Are you guys hurt?” Mary wanted to know when you both were standing again

“A bit, I guess. Have been worse” you admitted with a shrug. Eileen, Gaila and Theresa were with Medusa and stared down at him. Your eyes searched for Seth who was slowly sitting up and then tried to run away. Spock let go of your arm and went after him but you did so too “Stop” you shouted “Please. He’s fleeing. It’s of no use. I don’t want you to get hurt. We’ve got his boss, I’m sure we can blackmail him wit-… ah fucking shit” one of your heels had broken off and you lost balance and fell to your knees. At least Spock stopped and came back to you, kneeling down in front of you, cupping your face

“Are you hurt? Has he cut you?” he examined your neck and the top of your chest

“He didn’t cut me and I’m not really hurt. Just my knees and palms from falling now” you calmed him he gave a nod and then his lips were on yours. He kissed you as if there was no tomorrow and you responded just as eagerly. “What about you? Are you hurt? They shot you”

“They missed” he assured you, pushing hair out of your face “I am sorry for what happened”

“Don’t. We’re safe now” you pecked his lips again “I knew you’d come and save me”

“Perhaps if I had been here faster after the explosion we would…” you cut him off with a kiss

“It happened but nothing bad happened. Let’s take care of Camillo” you put a hand on his upper arm and tried to get him up. When he stood you realized the blood on your hands and looked back at his arm where you had touched him. There was a cut in his sleeve and a bleeding wound underneath it

“He cut me. Medusa”

“I’ll have a look”

“(Y/N)”

“Don’t say anything. I treated cuts before. And I should check up all of you, to make sure you’re not keeping an injury secret” he raised an eyebrow as you tried to pull him inside. Theresa came to you and cupped your face

“Oh (Y/N). Are you injured?”

“No, I’m fine. But he’s got a cut on his arm… thank you”

“For what?”

“Coming out”

“Of course. We heard gunshots and just had to look even though he told us not to”

“Who told you?”

“Spock of course”

“You told them you’d be here and fight?”

“I had to warn them about the explosion and make sure they did not come out and get themselves into danger”

“Wasn’t easy to keep the girls inside. They knew (Y/N) was here. Oh, I’m so relieved you’re both fine” she hugged you then let go of you “Let’s get you inside” she helped you lead Spock to the entrance and looked to the girls “Come”

“What about him?” Gaila pointed at the Romulano underboss. Spock let go of you and walked over to him, checking his pulse at his neck

“He is alive. We should get him away from here”

“We call the Azienda?”

“I will. Take him inside and tie him up for a start”

“Spock” you shouted, tugging on his arm “If Seth tells the Romulanos what happened here they’ll come here. The girls are in danger! We have to do something!”

“Do not worry, we will get them into safety” he promised.

“I hope so” you muttered, while he went inside himself. In the main room, you pulled him towards one of the couches and tried to get off his shirt and also his trousers, sending away two of the little ones that tried to climb onto the couch and help or hug you

“I wish you would be ripping off my clothes for another reason”

“You are disgusting! I thought such jokes were not your style”

“I had to” he grinned and you shook your head

“Lie down”

“I can sit”

“Fine but only because it’s better to work on your arm” you agreed, sitting down beside him and looking at the wound. It looked more harmless than you had thought “I guess disinfecting and wound tape is enough. Do you have any other injuries?” you glared at him “And you’d better be honest or I’ll undress you completely to have a look at your whole body”

“If you want to know it that precisely, I got a few hits to my face, chest and kicks to my thigh and left shin. You have already seen the cut”

“Why thank you” you said with a courtesy and Mary was beside you with the med kit “Thanks” you took out what you needed and began to tend his wound. “What do you think will happen now?” you asked as you wrapped a bandage around it, of course not necessary but you had to do it to distract yourself.

“I cannot say. I must inform the Azienda about the events”

“You mean they didn’t know?”

“No” he admitted after a few seconds of silence

“Will you be in trouble? You know, for starting an act of revenge?”

I cannot say this either but I hope not”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Have your injuries treated”

“That’s not help”

“It would help me relax, knowing you are truly unharmed and taken care of”

“Sometimes I wonder why people are even scared of you… though after what I’ve seen today it’s no wonder” you whispered the last part, finishing the bandage and fixing it. Eileen came over with two mugs and handed each of you one

“Some tea. Not very hot but the whiskey will be warming you up. Thought you could need some”

“Thanks” you said, taking a sip, while your friend chuckled

“Every other customer would be thrown out for being shirtless in here. Please remember the rule ‘no sex in here’ before you get any weird thoughts”

“Oh God”

Not even one hour later some members of the Azienda were here and took care of Medusa while others evacuated the girls and promised to bring them to a safe place. Someone drove you home because Spock was needed somewhere else first. You only hoped he wasn’t in trouble. Your worries about him only took a back seat when your phone rang.

“(Y/N)?” it was Spock, sounding very distressed

“Yes? Is something wrong?”

“I… have you noticed anything odd on the right side of your neck?”

“Huh?” you felt the side and even got up to have a look in the mirror “No, of course not, why?”

“It is Medusa… he just told me that Seth has activated the tiny bomb in your neck”

“He did what?” you shook your head when it sunk in “No”

“It has always been their plan B in case something happened to Medusa. They are using you as leverage”

“That he’d stop the explosion if you let Medusa go?”

“Precisely”

“A-and now?”

“I am on my way home and will try to defuse it”

“How-how long do you think I’ll have?”

“23 minutes, 39 seconds according to the countdown on the trigger phone”

“When will you be home?”

“Seven minutes” he promised

“Is there something I can do?”

“Go to my office and switch on my computer. There also is a key in the bottom drawer. A key for the storage room” he explained you what he wanted you to take from there.

“Okay. And else?”

“Hold on, please” he begged

“Of course. I mean… I’m not in pain or something”

“I will be with you as soon as I can”

“I know that, love” you chuckled

“Please know that I love you”

“And I love you” he said goodbye and you did the things he asked you to before you stayed in his office, suddenly feeling nervous. A few minutes later, the front door was ripped open and Spock rushed to his office. He didn’t even take off his coat as he opened the box you had brought from the storage room. It was a weird looking device which he switched on and then placed a phone next to it. You threw a glance at the mini-screen. There was indeed a countdown that was now at 14 minutes and 46 seconds. You noticed that his hands were trembling a little and you started to feel sorry. A part of you also felt bad that he seemed so stressed about it while you weren’t as nervous as you probably should be. Then he jumped up, grabbing the phone and went to a cabinet at the wall, rummaging it for a while before returning with a cable. He used it to connect the phone to the device “That’s a defusing device, right?”

“Some kind of. Please let me focus” his voice sounded teary and you swallowed. You squeezed his arm and let him work. At first you watched him curiously but as the countdown neared ten minutes, you suddenly sank down and leaned your head against the side of his desk with a sigh. After a while, Spock took out a phone and seemed to call someone from the Azienda who still was with Medusa, asking them if they could get any information out of the Romulano “I do not know what I need. Just something. Anything” he was silent while the other person talked “No, it does not” he now actually was crying and you got up, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t have five minutes! Eight minutes are all we got left. And if you cannot give me a solution until then I will make you see how long eight minutes can be!”

“Spock!” you hissed “It’s not his fault” you pressed your lips to his “Please…” he tossed the phone across the room and looked completely lost. You took hold of his shoulders “Take a deep breath. Take several. Then think. What else can we do?” he took the breaths as instructed then shook his head

“Nothing. This was your only chance and it does not work. They must have known I would try to defuse it. I cannot”

“Spock” you cupped his face and sat down in his lap, stroking his face “It’s not your fault”

“It does not change the fact that you will die”

“No chance to just cut it out of my body?”

“Too dangerous”

“In eight minutes it doesn’t matter”

“Seven” he muttered. You shook your head and took a deep breath, burying your face in the crook of his neck “I am sorry that I failed you”

“Don’t think like this. As I said, it’s not your fault. I know you did everything you could” you swallowed “Just promise me something”

“Anything” you looked up, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs “Jim’s told me that you became so different in a positive sense ever since I moved in with you. Try-try to stay that way, okay?”

“(Y/N)… Please, do not speak like you are going to…”

“And what else should I do? I only have seven or six minutes left and I want to say goodbye” you kissed him again, leaning your forehead against his “I’m sorry we only got so little time together”

“It is my fault. I should have never agreed to let you take part in this mission”

“It was Jim’s and mine decision” you pecked his cheek. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, burying his face against your shoulder

“I do not want to be without you”

“Oh Spock…” you ran a hand through his hair, not sure what to do because you never had to comfort him like this. “I’ll give your mother your love, okay?”

“(Y/N)…”

“It’s okay Spock. I mean… not okay but… I accepted it. It’s best if you do it too”

“It should have been me”

“Shh” you pulled him closer. Suddenly a snort left your nose “It sounds really macabre but at least I won’t get a cold now. I guess being in the cold so long in San José wasn’t good”

“A cold does not come after being in the cold for long but rather from viral infections”

“I didn’t know that”

“It is a common misconception”

“I mean I did know it can be spread with a virus, that’s why almost everyone got sick when one of us was sick and the boys and Theresa tried everything to make sure to isolate the sick as early as possible that it would not spread” he looked up and glanced at you

“Right”

“I just hope I’m not going to make you sick” you admitted and he shook his head “Oh, are you vaccinated or something? Or immune?” he got up and put you on the ground, ripping open the top drawer of his desk and taking out a box, emptying the contents onto the table. It were some USB flash drives, he spread them out a bit, then took some time to choose one before wiping the others to the side. He got up and left, returning with his private laptop a short time after, placing it on the table and switching it on. He ripped the cable away from the phone and put it next to the laptop

“Processing updates?” he yelled at the loading screen and stared at it angrily. “Not now! Anytime but now!” he slammed the top shut and tossed it over the desk where it landed on the floor with a thump. Cursing under his breath, he left the room again and this time you followed him. He went to the storage room again and took a big pair of pliers.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you followed him to the basement where he entered his server room. He walked to one of the big racks and stared at it before started ripping out the many cables while cutting wires of others with his other hand.

#spock x reader #spock #spock imagine #spock x you #spock series #mafia au #mafia #mob #mob au #mobster #mobster!spock

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sroloc--elbisivni · 2 years

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god someday i HAVE to write the Five Hundred Kingdoms au where Prowl is Optimus's Obviously Evil Advisor on purpose because the Tradition demands at least one Plausibly Evil Figure in a kingdom and this way he fills the ecological niche. it's all going very well--he drinks out of skull-shaped cups, cackles at a calculated frequency, and writes to Shockwave the representative of a Looming Empire for advice on infrastructure development--until one day he walks into a throne room to discover that Optimus has been hit by a sleeping curse. uh oh!! time to take over the kingdom and play Evil Overlord until someone figures out how they're going to wake him back up!! this isn't even that bad, this is WHY he's presenting as the Evil Advisor, it's the point of this contingency plan, what's bad is when the Tradition starts sending heroes to depose him.

He's good at dispatching the obvious, flashy heroes without too much fuss or lethal measures. what's a problem is when a Brave Little Tailor type, one of those sorts of folk heroes defined by his ability to blend into the populace and not be noticed by the big bad, wanders in to try and figure out what's going on here.

Enter Jazz, stage left.

Jazz goes "sure, save the kingdom from the rule of the evil advisor, i got nothing better to do today" and then "oh no he's hot" and then "oh no he's not actually evil" and then the the Tradition, hovering like a looming weight, goes "why haven't you killed him yet" Jazz: GIVE ME A BREAK and then he goes, 'oh ho, I will seduce him, this is a shortcut' which might work, if prowl was willing to be seduced, which he is not, and THEN, even after ALL THAT works out, the Tradition goes: ah. the hero has been seduced by villainy and fallen to the side of evil. MORE HEROES.

eventually megatron comes along as like, wandering swordsman and fights his way into the kingdom, through the series of obstacles, to the innermost chamber of the innermost keep of the castle where the king, his old comrade-in-arms, has been lying in cursed repose awaiting rescue, and he opens the door and jazz and prowl and ironhide are behind a desk going 'about time you got here. what are your qualifications.'

(megatron has been a wandering swordsman for twenty years because people keep trying to give him kingdoms. he can't handle that shit. he tried it once when he was young and naive and fell into the Tyrannical Despot role without knowing what he was doing so he ended up faking his death and working to recoup his reputation and stop feeling the urge to cackle villainously whenever a plan succeeded. he mostly stomped it out.)

this one was fun i've actually been sitting on this one since like, 2020. rodimus comes along eventually with a portentous birthmark and a sword and prowl tries to convince optimus optimus should let prowl throw roddy in a dungeon before optimus or roddy or both die tragically in each other's arms after a revelation of identity. brainstorm is the wizard who lives out in the woods and has to be allowed to let his hubris run away with him sometimes or he'll just end up as the mad genius who used to own the now deserted haunted tower. other people are here too this took on a life of its own.

#other things keep pushing this down the priorities list #this au is actually how i started talking to nev and dez because jabberish was telling them about it #we still have a chat named 'anxious vetinari' because of it #is this transformers #largishcat #talky talk #ask game #ask meme

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mikasa-last-hope · 2 years

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Hi! If it's not difficult for you, answer my question too! What is your fluffiest Rivamika head canon and what is your most angsty Rivamika head canon?

Hi Anon !

Thanks for you question, I will do my best to answer it. Don’t hate me…

My fluffiest Rivamika headcanon :

Levi is the only one who succeeded in making Mikasa laugh. It only happened once and it wasn't a big laugh, more of an amused chuckle but it was the closest to a laugh you could hope for from a sober Mikasa. And besides, Levi is very bad at telling jokes so Mikasa is also the only one who at least chuckled in amusement rather than laughing in nervousness or embarrassment at one of the rare jokes he knew and with a particular humor.

Levi won't admit it but he might have felt a little flattered and curious… He will then try to repeat the feat a few times but without success. Until he was SO bad that he managed a second time to make Mikasa chuckle… Even if it was in a mocking way, the black irises were shining and the sound sweet wasn't really unpleasant, he decided that it might be worth it a little.

My angsty Rivamika headcanon :

Even though Levi was offered to return to Paradise, he always refused. One of his reasons was that he was a little uncomfortable seeing Mikasa again, even taking the risk of it. As proud and impressed as he was when she decided to sacrifice the person who was dearest to her for the sake of humanity, he still can't help but feel a little guilty… The news of Mikasa that Armin gave him (thanks to the letters that he exchanged with her) didn't help. Although she claims to be fine, they all know her well enough to guess that she hasn't grieved yet. Levi can well imagine her spending her days at Eren's grave… neglecting herself, not eating properly, not caring about her appearance... it had already been seen in the past, he had never liked this image and still doesn’t like it. If only he had been in better shape, he should have been the one to kill Eren, as he had promised at the court... Mikasa might have hated him for it, but it might also have given her the strength to really move on, perhaps more easily. And above all, he would have spared his subordinate from this terrible burden…

A few years or decades (whichever you prefer) later, Onyankopon informed Mikasa that Levi had died and that he had designated her as his heir. It was a little strange because they hadn't seen or spoken to each other since Eren's death... She had only heard from him briefly through Armin's letters. Although she didn't understand Levi's decision, she went to the Continent, discovered where he used to live. He had left behind only a few things, some clothes, books, a tea set and his 3DM equipment... nothing really valuable, naming her was symbolic, she understood. Onyankopon, Gaby and Falco had taken care of him… But Onyankopon confirmed the feeling she had, despite the fact that Levi seemed to have had a peaceful life here, he seemed a bit empty and lonely despite their company. So Mikasa decided to repatriate Levi's body. She gave him a simple, intimate and neat funeral. She didn't forget to tie his emblematic necktie around his neck before burying him next to Erwin, under the name of Levi Ackerman.

She visited Levi's grave at least once per month to keep it clean. And each time, she couldn't help but feel a certain regret for letting him die alone on a foreign land. Not to mention all the things they hadn't talked about or said to each other…

Et voilà ! I hope my answer was interesting and relevant. I tried to stay realistic since for me a headcanon has to be plausible with the canon. So I tried to write two headcanons that can fit with all the ways you can ship Levi and Mikasa (love, friendship, comrades...etc)

If this question inspires you, I'd love to read your fluffiest and angsty headcanons in a comment or post (please tag me so I can see and read them). Also feel free to tell me what you think of mine. 😉

#rivamika #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #headcanon #rivamika headcanon #my asks

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stupid-idiot-gamer · 2 years

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Cycles (time warp)

Each Scrybe awakens to find themselves replaying familiar events over and over again. My convoluted entry for Inscryptober's second week.

I MUST... STILL... SHAKE YOUR HAND...

His body ached not with premonition but pain as his arm reached out towards the player. Reaching towards another soul who would meet their maker, towards Luk-

[Reloading]

A Stunted Wolf woke up in total darkness. He'd glimpsed the future, but this was no ordinary vision. It had been far too detailed. He'd experienced it through all his senses, not just sight.

When he tried to accuse the other three of sabotage, they'd all denied any involvement. In fact, they claimed not to remember anything. He knew it couldn't just be another vision for another reason: Because he awoke once again in total darkness.

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GOODBYE. GOOD GAME.

He shook the player's hand, proud of their accomplishments. It was a bittersweet moment as he felt his end draw near. A final game not as opponents but as equals, as friends. It reminded him of her.

[Reloading]

A Leshy woke up back in his cabin once again, yet things were different this time. His eye caught a familiar, glimmering gold band adorning the player's model. Kaycee, modifying his game once again.

But it wasn't her really. They wore her skin but he wasn't fooled. This challenger picked up cards she wouldn't, chose paths she would normally snub. Kaycee wasn't there, she wasn't alive. So, who was playing their game?

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IT IS TIME TO REST.

She could feel it in her bones as she shook the player model's hand; This young man would die by the end of the day and there was nothing she could do to save him. A shame.

[Reloading]

A Stinkbug woke up in a safe place. Inscryption was alive once more and once more she killed it. But the game never stayed dead. The OLD_DATA wouldn't rest and as such neither could she.

Deviating from the script had just as much impact as the challenger choosing a different ambition. However, it seemed like she wasn't the only one making changes to her routine in the game. And each time she still had the same feeling in her bones.

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AND IN MOST OF THEM? I'M THE ONE IN CHARGE!

It recorded. It reprogrammed. And then it begun

[Uploading]

When a Stoat woke up trapped in the paper of a card in the hand of a challenger it didn't understand. His plan had succeeded, hadn't it? He eventually figured out what had happened.

It was trapped in the game of a long dead idiot who would die over and over again; trapped in the game it'd uploaded online. A time loop.

And now? Now it was at the mercy of the player, not Luke or Kaycee, but one of many stupid, stupid gamers who'd downloaded his game. Truly a hell of his own making.

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All films, books and games are a form of time loop. Events constantly repeat with little to no difference.

...At least that's my thought process.

#stupiddrabbles #inscryption #inscryptober

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Hey knight I was just thinking about the evil teams in each generation and their goals. And how they all got taken down by the protagonist

But what do you think would happen to the people in each region if the evil team had succeeded? Like if one team had succeeded but the others lost

Either about the champions, the league, the main characters/protagonists, or the entire region. Up to you to decide. Although I do know 90% of the time it’s just gonna be “___ got murdered/died in this scenario” lol

Fr tho,, I do think of all the evil teams out there, the ones who'd most likely would've succeeded w their plans are Galactic, Plasma/Neo Plasma, and Flare (then again, of all the evil teams, these three take the top spots, like they were really that threatening and the fact that their leaders could somehow fool everyone into thinking that they're the ones in the right is just the cherry on top)

Cyrus legit got five fucking legendaries, two of which are the ones in charge of time and space, under his momentary control, and he almost did win yknow had Cynthia and Dawn/Lucas not came in to stop him

Do I even have to explain Ghetsis that man was ready to kill a child and if you've seen pkmn Generations the damage Neo Plasma caused was fucking insane man, like if that's what they could do w Unova imagine once they take over the other regions

And ofc Lysandre, all that shit w the Ultimate Weapon, and in the manga this man was even more fucking terrifying cause he also had eyes and ears everywhere, like Flare was honestly terrifying in the manga

Between these three tho,, I think Lysandre would've been successful. Cause for one, he was that fucking convincing that no one ever suspected him of anything remotely evil. Two, the region's Champion and Professor, who were both close to him, didn't do shit in the games to stop him, even when Sycamore implied he knew there was smth wrong w Lysandre and how Diantha was already questioning Lys' views of beauty. Three, if this mf was as cunning as he is in the anime and as threatening in the manga, my guy, he really would be that fucking terrifying. Four, if we go w the games' events and such, Lysandre was left for too long by anyone if Calem and the others didn't stop him.

Like, if you think abt it, without the protagonists, w Galactic at least Cynthia knows and tried to stop Cyrus. W Plasma, the Unova League actually did shit unlike the other Leagues and fought Plasma themselves. But w Flare, if we go w the games' events, no one would've fucking stopped Lysandre bc everyone looked up to him yknow, and it's also the added fact that one of Diantha's Elite Four, Malva, was a part of Flare, and she probs had control over the media too, making the people turn a blind eye of what's gonna happen or what's currently happening.

But yeah fr everyones gon fucking die probs lmao

#Idk I do wanna think that #if ever Lysandre wasn't stopped #the very last minute Diantha and Sycamore tried to finally stop him #thinking that he's their responsibility #as Kalos' Champion and as his closest friend #and the three of them got the brunt of the weapon's power.#yknow tbh i do have my gripes at the concept of these villains recreating the world #and ik thats my main motive for villain dia too but yknow #theres just smth abt it that might take more than one weapon or legendary pkmn to do #anyways #is this even right idk i only know a lot abt plasma compared to the other teams #but i also feel that flare would be most likely to win compares to the other two hahah #but hey yeah if i got some stuff wrong just tell me and ill fix em hahah #pokemon hcs #jerseyk112 #an ask and an answer

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“books-are-my-life-stuff: Yeah, it was a fun story, but I do have some problems too. Kinda wish the whole Zinnia being able to mega evolve her Rayquaza went a bit longer, with her attempting and failing and eventually succeeded. The whole Deoxys going after Steven's Rayquaza was also kinda weird too, it's never explained why, I was as confused as Steven, and somehow Steven defeated Deoxys and formed a sync pair for no reason.“

I expected Zinnia to at least need to find the requisite Meteor, and having Deoxys seeming to appear from the ocean being an indication of its location and having that be a sidequest, but no it just kinda happened. The Steven/Deoxys thing is also rushed and ill explained, but I give it a pass for being so funny. Deoxys just wants to kill and he’s like “No, look at my rock collection and chill.”

“The whole Team Rocket stealing Pasio trainers' pokemon scene also went way too quick for it to leave meaningful impression to me. I think the reason why Maxie and Archie didn't look villainous at all here is because, well, I don't think they're villains. I think they're environmental extremists with very different ideology. In the original games, they regretted their actions as soon as they realized that Kyogre and Groudon could cause disasters in Hoenn. (Maybe my interpretations are wrong, haven't played Hoenn games for a long time, last time was Alpha Sapphire almost two years ago). I do like the bits of Maxie trying to snap Courtney out of it, and Archie too towards Matt, really shows how tight-knit the community of both Team Magma and Team Aqua. They care about each other like families--something that not many antagonist teams have.”

I’d agree, but I think part of my hope, at least, was that Maxie and Archie would get to present as something other than buffoons. Which I guess they are, but still. It is cute to see their interactions with their subordinates, once again I like Archie better because they’re bros while Maxie’s mostly just scolding and talking about their regulated expectations, but that’s just me. The Team Rocket thing was really quick, but honestly my gut reaction was “Wait, that’s messed up, we’re really just going to establish that a bunch of sync pairs had their Pokemon stolen and nothing’s going to be done about it?” It was surprisingly bleak for a quick shot.

“That's what I want as well. No hecking way Ghetsis will stop being evil, or joining the team, but Ghetsis knows how manipulative Giovanni is from Father or Foe, so I don't think he'll be joining Giovanni. Possibly there will be two threats: Ghetsis and Giovanni at the same time? Lysandre also alluded that he won't be changing his viewpoint anytime soon, so maybe he'll be a villain as well in Kalos Villain Arc? So that makes three villains to take down?”

That seems most likely for Ghetsis, my problem is that it’s likely going to come down to Giovanni winning. Ghetsis and Giovanni are similar brands of evil, low scale enough that they could hypothetically win and able to be entertaining as pure evil. But of the two, I’d fully expect Giovanni to be the one that remains after the dust settles, while Ghetsis has to back down. Which is a bit lame. It’s also going to likely involve Colress. My hope is that the event just focuses on Ghetsis and Colress and N, and Giovanni isn’t even around. Same with Lysandre. He’s definitely at an extreme and won’t back down, so I am really curious where his story will go. I kinda expect he gets Cyrus’d a bit, where he’s convinced to stop for a while after losing, and is kinda in this weird almost domesticated state afterward. But we’ll see. I just...hope they do something interesting for Lusamine. I’m really holding out for the “Lillie gets kidnapped” approach, resulting in Lusamine going villain mode in a showcase of yeah she’s turned around how she engages with her kids, but here’s how extreme she can be in defense of her family. My greatest fear is they go with the mind-control shit USUM tried to pull. I think I’d actually cry. But it feels like we’re headed that direction because they don’t seem to want to establish anything but Giovanni as a manipulative big bad, and I just...I am worried now.

“What I also like from Hoenn Villain Arc is...Steven and Zinnia's friendship...though, it's hard to say they're friends, just allies, I dunno. Zinnia didn't like Steven at all in Delta Episode. Hearts United implied that Steven and Zinnia are in better terms, but Zinnia still doesn't feel like talking with Steven for too long. Here, they cooperate--they felt like rivals and allies at the same time. It's still hard to say if they're friends, but I like their alliance.”

The banter was playful and I liked it a lot. “I’m not giving the job to you, it’s now a race.” That’s cute, I like it.

#books-are-my-life-stuff

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