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[bellalense]

Can I Wear Colored Lenses With Power?

Even if you can see well, you can try colored contacts. Or don't. Coloured lenses with power come in many different strengths, from +6 to -8 and even 0 power. But the only way to really know how well you see and make sure your eyes are healthy is to see an ophthalmologist before choosing colored glasses.

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[fear-is-truth]

LOVING HIM WAS NEVER ENOUGH ༄

─ kai anderson x gn!reader

tags: toxic relationship. codependency. abuse. mention of murder. kai is a warning himself

'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑧𝑧 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟…

song: ULTRAVIOLENCE ⨾⁩ masterlist • taglist ࿐

a/n: not proofread very thoroughly due to school stuff.. plus english isn’t my first language sorry if there’s any mistakes!!

❦

ever since his encounter with pastor Charles, Kai saw the world through tainted lenses, his perception coloured by disgust as he regarded its occupants as lesser beings—pawns to be manipulated and discarded.

while Kai reveled in the fear and submission of his followers, you were the one soul he couldn't bring himself to despise. which was strange, considering that his primary emotions consisted of hatred and spite.

not you, though. you were a living paradox in his existence. the moment he laid eyes on you, Kai knew you were special. destined for greatness, just like him. yes, you had your flaws and vulnerabilities just like everyone else, but for once, his first thoughts weren't about how to exploit them to his advantage (he still did, just to a lesser extent).

you were his favorite project to work on— each post-meeting pinky power session serving as an opportunity to slowly chisel away at the layers of your soul. painstakingly, he hollowed you out, creating a space within you to pour himself in. Kai did all of these with such a fervour that bordered on obsession, for he was that desperate to make you his.

even though the act itself was tainted by his own selfish motives, Kai loved you. in his own toxic. fucked-up way, he truly loved you. each manipulation, each lie was a misguided attempt to shape you into the person he believed you should be, the person you deserved to be—

his equal.

and you did not disappoint him in the slightest. when you first crossed paths—orchestrated by Kai’s careful planning after months of observation, you were weak, timid. but now, you emerged from the ashes of your former self, reborn. you could point a gun at someone’s face and pull the trigger without batting an eye, the only thought crossing your mind as blood splattered across your cheek was being how divine ruler would be pleased that you completed the mission.

you were his creation; his magnum opus. and to Kai, there was nothing more beautiful than that.

❦

shy islands of desire began to emerge. morally destitute, Kai was spiritually ravenous, he craved to be drowned in your adoring gaze, voracious for every ounce of attention you were willing to bestow upon him. it wasn't the superficial adulation of his other followers that he sought. no, it was the way your fingers gently carded through his hair, the warmth of your touch searing into his skin, the way your laughter echoed in the shadowy crevices of his heart where light rarely touched.

he was addicted to you like he was to adderall, consuming you greedily, the bitter taste lingering on the tip of his tongue. in his mind, his attachment to you would be his ultimate downfall. you became a liability, a distraction from his path to greatness, and he couldn't afford to be tethered to anything that might pose a threat to his cause. Kai understood all too well the age-old adage— “since love and fear can hardly coexist, it is far safer to be feared than loved.”

Kai didn't need anyone, least of all you.

the tenderness he once bestowed upon you was replaced with a cold aloofness that left you feeling like a kicked puppy, bewildered by his sudden cruelty.

at times he would lash out, the sharp sting of his palm leaving you gasping for breath as you stumbled backward. even as you lay on the ground, the taste of blood on your lips and tears staining your cheeks, there was a perverse desire for more. more pain, more punishment, more of him. in those moments of brutality, it felt as though the violence itself was a form of intimacy, making you feel something, anything, even if it hurt.

panic attacks have become mere flutterings in your chest, mistaken for the butterflies of excitement that accompanied his touch, leaving you trembling with anticipation instead of justified dread.

❦

Kai wasn’t easy to like, much less to love. he was as thorny as a rose, beautiful yet unapproachable. every interaction with him left you bleeding with a million little stab wounds.

his touch was tender but cruel, always leaving you with bruises that bloomed across your skin like dark flowers. you wore them like badges of honour, some sort of sick proof that something existed between you. at times, when Kai was plotting away in the basement and you were left all alone, you traced the outlines of the scars with trembling fingers, pressing your lips against the tender flesh to feel the ghost of his touch. imagining that he was with you, his breath hot against your neck, his hands gentle yet possessive as they roamed your body.

“To live is to suffer, to suffer is to find meaning in that suffering,”

Kai was the cause of your suffering, the architect of your pain. his actions leaving behind an endless trail of tears and heartache in its wake.

but to you, Kai was also your meaning, the driving force behind every breath you took and every beat of your heart.

yet somehow, in some tragic, catastrophically romantic way, the two of you fit together.

as his lips sought yours, hungry and desperate, you surrendered yourself to him completely and knowing that for Kai, you'd ruin yourself a million times over.

for him, you'd be a martyr to his cause, bearing his sins upon your shoulders in the hopes of earning his affection. you’d be the sacrificial lamb at the altar of his ambitions, offering up pieces of yourself in exchange for his love.

❦

Kai resented the hold you have over him, the way you could make his insides go all soft and warm with just a smile. it grated against his pride and his need to be in control at all times.

and yet, he could never bring himself to give you up completely, even when he knew he should. every time he tried to wean you off, the withdrawal symptoms of your absence left him trembling for another hit.

the addiction ran too deep.

each night began with him, standing in front of your bedroom door and cursing himself for his lack of restraint, for allowing his feelings for you to cloud his judgment.

each night ended the same way, the two of you tangled in each other's arms, sweat-dampened skin pressed together as he curled behind you, pinky fingers linked. soft kisses gracing your shoulder.

as morning dawned, you would wake to find yourself alone in bed, the emptiness smothering you like a fog. it didn’t matter, because you knew he’d be back.

you both pretended that Kai was the one in control, the way he'd prefer it to be.

but in truth, it was you who held the reigns.

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[quixtrix]

dolph was always meant to be doomed; something of an analysis

i'm on my third rewatch of captain laserhawk, and on this one i've been focusing more on the little details that you don't get on your first or even second time watching it. i've noticed little things, such as pey'j helping and then going on to shield a hybrid who's dressed similarly to jade in the third episode. but i've also noticed bigger things, such as alex and dolph.

keep in mind that this show is just filled to the brim with political messaging, it was purposefully designed that way. so when someone mentioned on here that alex was an accelerationist, it explained a lot. we don't know much about alex in terms of his backstory, we only know he helped dolph after dolph attempted to mug him and they ended up falling in love. it's also implied that alex and dolph have been repeatedly reported on the news as terrorists more than we've seen, with rayman referring to them as being the usual suspects when the kaiju attack happened, despite dolph literally not even being there when alex did that shit. they're known to do this shit, and we know alex is a charismatic guy. it's not too far fetched to say once or while dolph was falling in love with this gayass white saviour saint that alex talked him into this shit for alex's own purposes. because yes, he has a cause, but he's also a bit in over his head, maybe with power. he's aware of the power he has over dolph, how he actively uses the 'i love you' card multiple times when they're together and when they're not together. he just had a bit too much confidence in his hold over dolph, but to be fair, alex, you were topping some indulgent mob boss for your cause (because let's be honest of course your sources would be tight if they were being fucked for it) then continued fucking said mob boss and got caught with your dick out by your ex who you think you can get back with. alex uses people as tools, he just doesn't put his shit in the right places at the right times.

i'm getting off track, but the point i'm getting to is that alex most definitely saw dolph, a man who clearly has some jacked up eden tech smacked onto his twink ass, at his lowest, and picked him up like a shiny new toy. he was always going to use dolph. but how come dolph is so easy to use? he's starved for kindness. he's the stray dog that comes up to you at restaurants to act all nonchalant because 95% of the time he gets neglected, but the second he gets offered scraps, he shows how hungry he is. we don't know much about his childhood, and what we do know is under the lenses of literal eden propaganda. we do however know how people get like underneath the hand of eden.

everyone say thanks to rayman, who concidentally, is dolph's foil. both of them worked under eden as their lap dogs, one as a propagandist and the other as military, but dolph had gotten out of the hold the propaganda had on him while rayman's barely shaking it off. both of them are also portrayed as poor little tragic immigrants and the impoverished stand ins both in universe and story wise. they're the feel good picking yourself up american dream stories that people can feel inspired by or feel proud about the country with. dolph had a photo with a kid holding a doll of him. before he became ex military, he was definitely the guy they paraded around as a previous lost cause that eden helped. red, who's as political as his assigned colour, bitches about identity politics in that one off line for a reason. he also jus hates brown people fr he kicked me down a flight of stairs

now we can assume that dolph had picked himself up out of the propaganda machine somehow. he realised he was used and he didn't want that shit. he's attempting to get himself his own life, for fucks sake. he jus happened to get lead on by the wrong guy, which then lead him to get used by eden AGAIN. this time not only in a physical way via soldier work, but emotionally too, with sarah easily manipulating him with what? a sob story and helping him out, maybe being friendly with him along the way.

he wants a normal life. he wants a goddamn normal life. he jus continues to be selected as a tool.

you can see how fucking starved he is for kindness. you ever think about the fact that in his dream life, he sees jade and pey'j? he knew these people for less than a week, yet they get a place in his dream life. most notably, jade gets a speaking role in his dream life. the only other person who speaks, besides marcus, is alex, someone who had known him and shown kindness to him. jade has also shown kindness to dolph. she's the friendliest face there in the ghosts, being the first one to check on dolph when he wakes up, offers an explanation to him, and also makes an effort to include him in her little shenanigans with the video and all!! dolph was all emo alpha wolf and all, but despite his constant cold shoulder, she was kind!!

there was someone who was more than kind though; bullfrog. because bullfrog actively looked out for dolph, despite his constant pushback against bullfrogs advice whenever they weren't separated. and in the end, it's bullfrogs kindness and compassion that hits dolph the deepest. dolph gets out of his depressive state to go back for bullfrog. he cares about people, he goes out of his way to do shit for the people who show him the slightest bit of kindness. he backed up sarah after one good conversation with her to marcus for fucks sake. dolph is just a guy who keeps getting used though. he's so loyal to anyone who looks his way that it's a fatal flaw that ends up with his head blown up. he's a shakespearean tragedy at the moment. i hope in the potential season 2 that he gets to have more moments where he gets to be his own person. not defined by an organisation or a person or a cause, but what he chooses to define himself by. he's on his way there. he jus deserves to be allowed to live for himself. after all, he has already met his end of that story. he can make a new one.

anyways if u reached the end of this im down to discuss this :D i also did get a few points from other people on here, but let me know what u think nd all

#SORRY THIS WAS A RANT #A LOT OF YAPPING #i jus have a lot of thoughts about dolph #i adore him #he deserves so much #and i hate how he gets overlooked IN HIS OWN SHOW #dolph laserhawk #captain laserhawk #rayman #character analysis #sorry guys very passionate abt my boyfriend #alex taylor #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain laserhawk jade #pey'j

[iggy5055]

Yandere Emperor Darth Vader X reader Part 3

Vader uncrispy

Summary: (Y/N) lands on Coruscant, the foreign planet and giant palace that was now her home being a bit too much at first. Vader, refusing to let his love suffer shows her something that helps her adjust as they grow closer.

Warning: Yandere, manipulation, obsession, age gap.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew Coruscant was big, considering there was over several trillion people who lived there, but this was just outrageous.

My jaw was nearly on the floor, It was a beautiful planet, the sun was setting so half the planet was dark and the other light. On the dark side I could see all the lights from the never-ending city making it glow beautifully. Most of the lights where white but every now and then there was a cluster of bright playful colours. From here it looked pretty small but considering we just entered the atmosphere it wouldn't look as big as it should. On the other side that still had daylight I could see the a shinning light from the sun reflecting off all the beautiful shinny buildings on the surface.

I had jolted back into Anakin when we came out of hyperspace. His arms where still wrapped around me securely, my back was tightly pressed into his front. The little box on his chest with a few buttons dug a little too uncomfortably into my back but I don't say anything. I look back at Anakin. All I could see was the dark red almost black lenses that covered his amber eyes. His mask really was intimidating, it made me a little nervous. I shrink into myself a little. The Emperor of the whole galaxy really was intimidating, it made sense someone with so much power was bound to be very intimidating. It helped that I knew he wouldn't hurt me me and what he looked like under the mask, but seeing him in full body armour was pretty nerve raking.

I could feel her fear. She felt so anxious seeing me in my full armour. I didn't like seeing her so scared, it hurt me even more knowing that she was scared of me. I started to rub my thumb across her shoulder and made sure not to squeeze mer middle too much with my other hand. I preferred touching her bare skin with my own but this would do till we landed and where in private.

She stared back at me with a nervous look on her beautiful little face. I leaned down again, whispering into her ear not wanting to scare her anymore, just sticking to talking in a low so as not to frazzle her anymore.

"When we land I'll show you your new home, my love. I promise you'll love it."

She seemed to relax at my words, nodding her head and giving me a slight smile. My heart melted at the sight of her. I continued to massage her shoulder and give her a little squeeze with my arm wrapped around her middle giving her a subtle hug. I loved her more than anything but I still needed to be seen as an intimidating leader. But at the same time holding her close to me told everyone else to stay away from her.

She flinched a little as I pulled her into me, closing her eyes tightly and looking down. I could feel a little pang of pain from her. I gave her a little once over but couldn't see anything wrong with, my love. I keep my voice low as I talk to her again.

"Whats wrong, my love? Why are you hurting?"

She looks back up at me after a moment, her face still twisted in discomfort.

"T-the thing o-on your chest is d-digging me into m-my back."

I immediately losses my grip on her significantly, moving my hand to her other shoulder looking down to my chest where my chest computer rested. It was what circulated clean air into the suit to let me breath. I hadn't even thought about it digging into her poor soft skin.

I lean my head down and gently rest my masks forehead onto the top of her head as a sort of kiss.

"My apologies my love I hadn't realized."

She smiles at me again, pain no longer plaguing her. She opens her mouth to say something but was interrupted when Captain Shaef Corssin came over to us interrupting her.

"We are starting our landing my Lord, we wi--"

He was cut off when I removed one of my hands from my loves shoulders and held it up in a pincer shape, holding him up and choking him as he hung slightly in the air.

My Empress seemed to hear the sound of his pathetic choking and attempts to beg and tried to look past me to see the source of the noise. I gently wrap my remaining arm around both her shoulders now holding her to my chest face first, ensuring she didn't catch sight of the pathetic fool behind us.

She looked up at my innocently, the look on her face wanting me to kiss her non-stop.

"What where you going to say my Empress?'

She blushed a little at her new title, she must have been in too much amazement to realize I had already called her that earlier.

"I was going to say it was fine, it was just a little uncomfortable with most of my back being exposed."

I knew she couldn't see me but I made sure to make a feeling of happiness and calm wash over her in hopes that she would know I was smiling down at her. From the look on her sweet face she seemed to understand.

I was a little thankful that she couldn't see my face as my loving smile turned into a harsh scowl as I stood strain once more keeping my love close to my chest while being mindful of my chest computer. Her small hand where now pressed to my chest now, being mindful of the buttons on the computer. I would be sure to teach her what all of them do so she wouldn't be so anxious around them.

"Now. What where you saying Captain."

My voice was full of malice, I regretted that my love had to hear my me speak with so much anger in my voice but I would be sure to make it up to her later. I knew she would hear me talk like that to others many times and at some point I knew that she would see me kill someone eventually but I still didn't want her to see me in such a way just yet. She needed to feel safe no matter what and that would take time.

The captain was now on his knees, his hand gripping his neck as he coughed and sputtered trying to gather his bearings.

"W-we will land in t-ten minutes m-my lord."

I shoo his away and look back down at my love. I reach my hand up and begin to stroke her soft hair. It hurt to see he close her eyes tightly when she saw my hand moving but at the same time I understood her anxiousness.

I would have to be sure to talk in near whispers and make sure to do soft and slow movement around her to be sure she felt safe and she could grow accustomed a lovers touch. Not only that be she would have to get used to a completely new life style.

I continued to caress her and gently tell her about Coruscant and how wonderful her new life would be till we touched down on said new home.

The Executor landed with a harsh hump, for someone like me I didn't even notice it anymore but for someone like my love, who had never been on a ship in her life her first landing would be pretty harsh. Any jolt or thump or sudden noise made her jump or flinch or gasp.

I only felt myself getting more angry at the second. My love was clearly overstimulated. All these new things hitting her all at once and yet I couldn't do anything about it but wait for the startling ordeal to be over and take her to our room so she could calm down in my arms, safe and sound.

When we finally where secure in the hanger and ready to start unloading everything (Y/N) was shaking like a leafs. Her eyes where closed and she was not clutching her hands together till they where snow white. Her head was buried into my chest despite how uncomfortable of a position it is.

I stand straight and look out the bridge window. It was already dark, if she had a normal day she would probably be heading to bed soon, but she had just woken up a few minutes ago. I will show her around our chambers, maybe show her the throne room and my office so that she could find me when she needed and end it with showing her the garden. Some of the plants glow in the dark, I sure she'll like them.

I continue to card my fingers through her hair as she shakes in my arms.

"Come, little star. Let me show you to our room. The palace isn't far, You can rest soon."

She doesn't lift her head from my chest but she does nod. Oh what I wouldn't give to take off all this cumbersome armour and hold her in my arms, kissing her till my lips fall off and hers a sweetly swollen and puffy.

I slowly drag my hands from her hair back down to her shoulders and turn both of us around to the doors. No one dared to speak a word. all of them keeping their heads down not daring to look at me or their new Empress. I wouldn't have to hold a ball or a banquet of some kind and a coronation to crown her as the Empress of the galaxy but that would come after she grows custom to em and we get married. Rumours will spread by then so everyone will know who she is and who she belongs to. So the ceremony's will really all just be for show.

I lead her out of the hanger and onto a private much smaller ship to take her home. We where completely alone now with no chance of us being seen so I pulled her close and allowed her to curl up into my lap. Once again we sat in silence as she begins to breath a little easier. I gave her a little drink that she was slowly nursing on. I gently rubbed up and down her soft exposed back. Most of her cloths that I got her where revealing but not slutty. It was perfect for me to have the some kind of skin contact in public while not exposing too much to others.

It took me a while to figure out what clothes would work but these really where perfect. All her cloths had open backs with a kid of cap of some kind to both match mine and and let me have easy contact on her but she isn't exposed to any other eyes. However the plunge neck line on her clothes that exposed her tits did irk me a bit but at the same time I couldn't help but enjoy the little liberty.

She had little goosebumps all over her skin. I knew she was a little cold but at the same time it made her more willing to cuddle up to me for warmth, all thought I will admit that my suit doesn't give much warmth.

I gaze out the window into the brightly lit night. You could see the Coruscant palace now in all its glory.

I tap (Y/N) on her shoulder. She shyly looks up at me with her big doe eyes silently waiting for me to tell her what I wanted.

"Look over there, my love. Your new home."

She looks over to the window at the place. Her jaw nearly hit the floor. She had such an amazed look on her face. She has mostly been looking down in her lap or at her drink so she hadn't really took a moment to look at Coruscant at all. I imagine she hadn't seen buildings as big as this in her life. I doubt she had even thought that building so big where even possible.

I kept gazing down at her and her adorable look of shock and amassment. She was so cute I wanted to burn the look into my memory.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Never in my life had I thought someplace like this could exist. The lights where extravagant. Everything was extravagant.

My breathing got a little heavy. Suddenly this whole situation hit me. My new home, my new life. My smile started to drop, My hands started to shake.

I didn't now how to react. This was all too much.

I felt Anakin pull me closer to himself, if that was even possible. His hands slowly moved over to the drink in my hand, gently taking it out and placing it on a little table in the hover car. Even the car itself was ridiculously fancy. I mean who has ever heard a a little table in a car.

He lifted his hand up to my face. Cupping my cheeks and guiding my head into his shoulder, taking my vision away from the city. In all honesty his shoulder wasn't very comfortable because of his armour but even with the uncomfortable armour digging into my cheek the gesture was still comforting.

I closed my eyes. Slowly gathering my thoughts and trying to get everything straight. I understood everything that had happened up till now. My being rescued, the trip to Coruscant and now we are on our way to the Grand Imperial Palace that was now my new home with the Emperor who was now apparently my lover. I understood and now I had everything in order but it was still overwhelming.

I couldn't help the tears streaming down my face. I let out soft hiccups every now and then as I tried to keep my crying as quiet as possible.

Anakin was gently carding his gloved hand through my hair quietly cooing at me as I start to slowly calm down.

"Relax, my love. It's ok. You will be ok. Just breath with me."

I did my best to follow his breathing. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest throughout his suit. The sound of his breathing helped too.

I wasn't sure how long we had been sitting there but after a while Anakin raised my head to look up at him, or, well, his mask.

"We are here my love."

I look over to the window again, and sure enough the Palace was there. My breathing was getting a little uneven again. What happened after this? Where do we go? What do I do? I could feel my head fill with a heavy ner painful fog.

Anakin helped me get out of the hover car but the second my feet touched the ground I felt everything go black.

I was a fool, I can't believe I let this happen to my sweet little love. I had overwhelmed her too much, shown her too much at once. Of course she passed out.

I kept pacing the room around the luxurious bed that me and my love now shared, that she was currently passed out in, with rage.

I had been so happy, so consumed with my love for her, knowing that soon she would be in my, now our, home and live the most luxurious life imaginable with all the most luxurious things ever known to any spices in the galaxy. She would want for nothing, need for nothing, always safe and loved and cared for in every way imaginable in my arms. But in all that happiness and the distraction of dreaming of the future I would give her I didn't keep my force around her. I wasn't monitoring her as much as I should have been.

This was my fault. My doing. All because of my carelessness.

I angrily took off all my armour, throwing it about the dark room. I was sure to close all the blinds once I tucked her into our bed. Once she passed out I caught her before she could fall too far, no part of her ever having the chance to hit the floor before I immediately wrapped her in my force at the sight of her starting to fall. It only made my rage worse. Not at her, never any her, but at myself. I could feel her overwhelming fear, her concern and her nervousness.

I also felt a horrible head ache coming on once she was out cold. The darkness of the room would help, even if it was dark the city lights did plenty to replace the sun and would no doubt still be too bright for her hurting mind.

My armour was know completely removed, I had on a pair of comfortable loose fitting sleep pants and forwent a shirt. Just as I had finished putting away my violently tossed armour in its proper place and gotten a bottle of pain killers and some water to give my love when she woke I heard her whimpering.

Her face was harshly twisted in a pained expression. Her body so tight it looked painful. I rushed over and set the cup of water and bottle of pain killers down. I sit down beside her, running my fingers through her soft hair. Gently my knuckles make their way to her cheek, gently guiding them down to her jaw. Her face relaxed some but her body was as tense as ever.

I felt her mind was in such painful turmoil. Even in her sleep she was hurting so much, so scared, but at my gentle caresses she begun to calm a little. I couldn't help the feeling of pride that grew within me knowing my touch made her relax, even just a little.

After a few moments of my hands caressing her hair and soft skin her beautiful eyes began to flutter open. Her eyes where lidded, trying her hardest to keep them open with all the fog and pain in her mind. Tears started to form her eyes making then shine like crystal and beginning to cascade down her now reddened cheeks like a waterfall.

"Oh, my love~"

I cooed at her taking both her cheeks in my hands, caressing her puffy cheeks with my thumbs, gently pressing my forehead to hers as she sobs loudly in my arms.

"It is ok my love, I have you, just relax."

She was shaking like a leaf in my arms, so scared and in so much pain.

"Its ok, my love~"

I gently sit her up, regardless of her quiet protests, moving behind her and letting her lean back into my warm chest. I reach over for the pills and water. I take out two pills and place them in my hand once again placing down the bottle.

"Open wide my love, this will make all the pain go away."

She opens without any kind of hesitation. The action makes my heart warm at how completely she trusted me but at the same time it hurts knowing that even with her completely trust I didn't take care of her properly. I hold up the water to her lips as she gulps it down. Once she was done I placed everything down and tilted my head down to her cheek to give her a peck on the corner of her soft lips.

We sit in silence for a while as she slowly relaxes more and more in my arms as the pain meds start to take effect. I was sure to keep my force around her, being sure to comfort her and ease some of the pain myself. I could tell she wasn't tired anymore even if it was dark.

After a few minutes of holding her in our bed, she starts to calm, her mind relaxing. Her turmoil calming significantly. While our room was big it was also pitch black. You could see almost nothing in the room at night and with the blinds drawn like this. Just being in a dark room with nothing to see, nothing to become overwhelmed with, helped her stressed mind.

"How are you feeling now my love?"

She looks up at me with her big eyes, the slight remnants of tears could be seen under her eyes. They where slightly puffy and a little red.

"Better."

I smiled down at her lovingly, Her voice was a little hoarse and it was just nearly above a whisper. All that crying taking a clear toll on her.

She was still in stock to an extent but clearly not willing to go to sleep. From the time I took her to now she has been sleeping for a good chunk of that. She couldn't fall asleep even if she wanted to. But that was only her mind. Her body was clearly weak with exhaustion but laying in bed wouldn't do anything for her.

"How about we get up and get you a little something to eat, then we can go down to the gardens and we will see how you feel after that, Hmm?"

Hers eyes where still pretty sluggish, most likely from the pain killers that told have started to take effect, but she nodded and moved to get out of my lap but before she could get to far I pulled her back by her waist and gave her cheek a kiss then stood with my love in my arms.

"You're body is exhausted my love."

I started to walk towards the door to our room but despite my words she still squirmed in my arms a little, trying to gently get out of my arms without angering me. I could feel how nervous her mind was to annoy me even if she trusted me.

Little did she now that nothing she could do could annoy me, that is except from her trying to leave and her hurting herself, but without her memories its highly unlikely she will try to leave unless it would be to explore which I'll let her do once she's comfortable here, but never without me. And hurting herself, I would never let her do that. Besides she will sparsely ever leave my side.

"Now now, my love~, let me take care of you. I wouldn't want you to faint again."

I press my lips to the crown of her head, letting them linger there as she stills in my arms, going completely limp as I open the door with the help of the force.

As I walk over to the dinning room I could feel her become completely limp in my arms, her head resting on my bare chest. If it wasn't for my force surrounding her I could have thought she had passed out.

Her head nuzzled into my chest. I looked down at her, her face was completely relaxed. Just as we made it to the doors, I leaned down to kiss her head again, opening the door in the process.

In Anakin's warm, safe arms I take in my new surrounding. The room opens with just a flick of his finger, like magic, but of course I knew better than to believe that. But there was no doubt the force was, well, for lack of a better word the force was a mysterious force to recon with. For instance this constant presence. I always felt him, in my mind, surrounding me in a blanket of safety.

The room was grand, a large room that was black and red themed with hints of gold here and there. The sealing was huge, pillars going all the way to the roof and a red carpet adorning the floor right underneath the biggest dinning table I have ever seen in my life. Despite its grandiose size there sat only four chairs around it. Two sat at separate heads of the table, they where much fancier then the other two, clearly for people of importance such as the Emperor. The other two sat on the sides of the table and while still very nice and comfortable they couldn't have been better then the chairs at the heads of the large table.

To the right of us was two grand glass double doors, much taller then Anakin the black marble stone floor stretched out passed the doors and from the windows making up the doors it seemed to drop off into a staircase. I didn't get to sight see too much before Anakin walked over to the chair at the head of the table to the left. I thought he would have just place me down and taken his seat elsewhere but instead he pulled the chair out with he force and sat down, me still in his lap.

I squirmed a little, both out of awkwardness but also to get a little more comfortable on his muscled thighs. even if I wanted to get off his lap his gentle but firm grip on my body told me this was where I was staying till he decided.

The second we sat servants came out from the doors around us, carrying platers of foods and placed them on the empty table that now seemed to have no free space on it.

I looked in front of us, well in front of us for Anakin, for me I was looking to the side out the doors. I knew Coruscant was a planet that had very little to no plant life, so I found it odd that when I took a closer look out side the doors to see green. Endless plants and trees with flowers of all kinds of colours. I couldn't see too much of it but from what I could see it was the most beautiful place on this planet of metal.

Lost in thought I hadn't noticed that the empty plate in front of us was now full of food, nor that Anakin was trying to feed me. I only noticed when he had placed the small piece of fruit he was holding to my lips, breaking me out of my stupor.

I look back up at him, I must have had a funny look on my face because he chuckled.

He rose up his metal hand, the one not holding the fruit, and ran it through my hair down to my cheek and jaw.

"I'll take you into the garden later my love, first you will eat."

He presses the fruit a little closer to my mouth the juice dripping down my chin a little so to avoid to much of a mess I open my mouth to eat it. It was so juicy and sweet. I had never tasted anything so good in my life. I groaned a little at the taste it was just so good. It was only once I had swallowed the fruit that I realize how hungry I actually was. I reached over for more food only for my wrist to be grabbed gently by his mechanical hand and brought back over to my chest. I was going to turn my head to question his actions but before I could look over at him I felt warm lips on my neck.

I yelped out in surprise not expecting it. His lips trailed up my neck, following the trail of juice that had dripped down my chin and apparently my neck.

I look back over at him shocked at both his actions. Was I not supposed to eat? Then why did he feed me? Where we supposed to do something first like a blessing? I didn't take him for a religious man but he could use the force so maybe? And the kiss, while welcome there where people in the room. It didn't seem like a thing an Emperor should be seen doing especially to someone like me in public.

Anakin just smiled gently down at me, seeing nothing wrong with his actions.

"I know you are hungry little star but you need to eat slowly or else you will get sick. Let me."

Without another word he held another piece of fruit up to me. it wasn't the same fruit as before but it still looked really good. He didn't even bother explaining his kisses, nor did he seem to care about the public setting all that much.

After taking the other piece of fruit from his fingers I discreetly looked around, all the servants where now standing against the wall surrounding us, not daring to look at us, instead opting to look straight ahead at the servant standing opposite of them.

I looked back out the windowed doors again. It was dark so the plants out in the garden weren't fully visible but from the city lights I could make out some colours.

I continued to feed my love but it was clear it wasn't me or the food that her focus was on, more like she was just eating because I was feeding her despite how hungry she clearly was, otherwise completely lost in her own thoughts.

It was clear the garden was all she could think about, but first her health came first and that meant eating but being lost in her own thoughts wasn't hurting anyone so I would let her dream until I fulfilled them as I fed her.

I had fed her a fairly juicy piece of meiloorun and the juice once again ran down her chin to the column of her throat. While there was nothing wrong with her getting lost in her own thought that didn't mean I could try and distract her a little.

I started from the bottom of the droplet, slowly kissing and sucking my way up to her jaw. I take my sweat time not being in any kind of rush, my little star on the other hand seemed to feel differently.

With the use of the force it was clear that she wasn't uncomfortable;e with my actions or the feeling but our setting, the fact others where here, not like she had to worry. If any on them valued their lives, they won't even steal a glance. Regardless, I didn't like her being uncomfortable so I wouldn't drag on my affections.

I kiss the corner of her lips before finally pulling away and leaning back into the chair once more. Her face was as red as my lightsaber, it seemed to glow almost as bright as it as well. The sight of her made me chuckle at her.

I take my flesh hadn't and gently caress her cheek with my knuckles.

"Do you want to eat more my little star?"

She seemed to ponder the question for a moment both gathering her flushed thoughts and seeing if she was in fact still hungry, I had fed her for a while, not like she seemed to notice, so lost in her own little head.

After a moment she shook her head, before I moved however I strengthened my force around her, making sure she really was full. once I was satisfied I quickly hoisted her up into my arms and started to carry her out to the gardens she seemed to long for so much.

Once she realized where we were going her eyes lit up brighter than any of the lights on Coruscant. I squeeze her tightly to my chest, the contact making my heart flutter.

I didn't want to take her outside forever. The closer we got to the doors the more I wanted to turn and take her back to our room, safe for everything and anything in my arms. I had my sober with me and the security here was stronger then anything in the galaxy but still.

Some part of me revealed in the fact that the servants and guard saw how I treated her, how I held her, how she belonged to me. but on the other hand I wanted to lock her away, I wanted to be the only one who every saw her soft fave and kind eyes full of trust however the contrasts don't stop there, I want to hold her, always and forever. always to have a part of me touching hers I know she safe and protected but most importantly loved. Looking her away would eventually break her, and I could imagine no greater pain than hurting her.

I wanted to make all her hopes and dreams come true, like I said, she would never want for anything, and right now my little star wanted to go to there garden, so in the safety of my arms that is exactly where she would go.

Opening the doors with the force I could hear the servants scatter out of the room once me and my love cross the threshold.

I refused to wear my armour and mask around her all the time, oesspeshally when we are spending time together, such as eating dinner, or simply walking around eh palace together, of corse of locations out side the palace I will have to wear it, I already don't like that my servants are seeing my face for the first time but even without it I am still an imposing figure, but now the have a face to the fantom. They know I am human and have emotion when they should see me as an imposing emotionless being. But for my love, my reputation means very little as long as I have the power to do as I please and keep them in line.

A rush of fresh air hits us as we ever the open space of the garden, I could feel my love wiggle around in my arms, clearly wanting to explore a little by herself, so clearly awestruck by what she saw in front of her. Reluctantly I let her go but I remain close to her at all times, often resting my hand on the small of her back softly, just letting her know I was here.

Occasionally I would add a little more pressure only for her to whip her head around to look at what just toucher her, clearing get so lost in her own head she completely forgot she had company. I usually didn't like getting ignored but with her it wasn't an insult but a compliment and a win for me. it meant she felt safe enough with me that she was able to complete ignore my presence and yet feel no danger even though I was right behind her, just out of her peripheral vision.

Every time her little doe eyes shpt back to look into my cold and sharp ones she would smile a little making my heart flutter once again.

As she walked around admiring all the different kinds of flowers fawns and other arrangement of plant life I took a few steps back. We had been walking around the massive garden for around thirty minutes now but we event even seen one third of it yet, she was certainly taking her sweet time.

After about ten more minutes I was surety she completely forgot about me, even going so far as to quietly call her name but she gave me no reaction.

I decided she had walked around for long enough, se would have all her life to walk around and memories every single plant in their garden. Slowly while keeping my force tightly around her I summoned one of the servants, instructing them to bring me something warm to drink and to set it up in the garden, she hadn't eaten as much as I would have liked so I was sure they brought some sandwiches for us as well. Once I was sure they had set everything up again I went over to my little star, She wasn't hard to find. I knew where she was the entire time so all I had to do was follow the force.

When I would her she was sitting on the side of a stone raised flowers bed delicately holding a flower in her hands and smelling it as she admire the colours of the petals. Her back was evidently tired to me which was in my favour, slowly I walk over to her. Once I was right behind her I wrapped my arms around her body, caging her in my arms with hers pinned to her sides. She lets out a frightened little yelp and for a moment I can tell she really is scared something bad is about to happen to her.

Before she can scream too loudly I turn her around and incase her lips in mine, effectively stealing her breath away. I pull her into my arms as I kiss her deeply. ensuring she is comfortable.

After a moment she realizes I was the one kissing her, she goes from scared for her life to embarrassed. I could feel the heart radiating off of her cheeks as she finally kisses me back.

She is shy, clearly inexperience, but she is young, an dI had no problem taking the lead. being her first made me ego swell. Being able to teach her new things, discovering her pleasures together for the first time. The thought of it alone made others parts swell.

Slowly I unlock our lips, letting her catch her breath as I rest my lips on her forehead. I could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, I had clearly scared her but she knew she was safe.

"Hello my love."

I could help the chuckle that escaped my lips as she gently slaps my chest.

"That wasn't funny, you nearly scared me half to death."

"I was just playing with my my love, I would never let anything harm you."

I reach my hand up to her cheek, caressing it with the gentleness of a feather.

I was about to tell her about the food I had us prepared but just as I open my mouth I could hear her stomach growl lightly.

Her face flushes with embarrassment and all I can do is chuckle at her.

"Come my little star, I have some food for us."

This time I place her in her own chair but remain close, but this time the table was very small so I was within arms reach of her.

She looks around the selection of sandwiches in front of her and picks a meat sandwich, slowly she takes a bite as I sip on our warm drink taking in her beauty.

She moans at the shirt of her sandwich and I find myself closing my eyes and taking in the sound, looking it in chest in my mind of later. But still, I wanted more, I need more. But all in due time. I had no need to rush her.

I open my eyes again to look over at her, a crumb on the corner of her mouth. I lean forward and kiss in away. She gasps at the sensation. not expecting me to kiss her again so suddenly but I could tell she liked it when I kissed her, I just seemed to have developed a habit of doing it at unexpected moment.

She blushes looking away and continuing to eat her food, taking the occasional sip of her drink.

the garden had a bit of a chill to it, especially at night and I could see bumps appear all over her skin from the cold, the warm drink helped some but it was clearly time to go once she had finished.

I stared at her as she slowly ate her food, enjoying every bite. As I look at her kind face s she eats I find my mind wandering to all the things I have planed for her, for us. All our firsts, seconds and thirds, they would all be mine.

I imagine at some point her moments will slowly start to come back but all I would have to do is erase them again, while being sure to keep all of our memories, her true memories. And at that moment I knew.

I could never let her go, and I never would.

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[misseviehyde]

BYE BITCH

By Erica

Edited by Evie Hyde

This is the story of a bitch called Britney and how not only her life, but the lives of several people would change forever one fateful day.

See her now as she stands at her mirror. See her and know her darkest thoughts…

******

The locket looked like any other. There was nothing remarkable about it, but it held power as old as your family bloodline, a power you would soon make use of. 

You stood looking in the mirror, an image of feminine perfection staring back at you. You were a hot busty blonde slut and perfect in every way. Long luscious legs, soft bronzed skin, silky hair and bitchy nails. Your tits were bigger and better than other women, your cleavage magnetic and your tight pussy the wet dream of every man.

Your superior genes had bred a perfect alpha bitch with an inflated narcissistic personality. You loved every inch of your body, and you were always supremely confident, but now your hands were shaking.

After all - who would willingly give up this body and this power?

What you were about to do was born of terrible desperation.  Nobody was going to threaten your position of power, so soon these wonderful feminine features would be gone, albeit temporarily. This was your last look at yourself before you did what must be done.

You were hesitant, apprehensive even with your sexy hands shaking as you opened the locket. As it popped open, you could feel a mystical force pull on your very being. It was a sensation unlike any you had ever felt before. And now the pain began. You groaned as your big tits began deflating, your best feature shrinking away to nothing. It felt terrible and you had done this to yourself. You only hoped you were doing the right thing.

Next your long blonde hair began turning brunette and receding back into your scalp till you were left with short boring hair. It itched and you missed the feeling of superiority your blonde locks gave you. 

You hissed as your bones began cracking and breaking and as you grew slightly taller, your flawless skin began to develop acne. You felt a tear run down your face. You hated how this felt. 

Next your vision blurred as your perfect blue eyes changed colour and you lost your perfect visual acumen. From now on you would need corrective lenses in this new nerdy form.

The slutty piercing in your navel dropped out as did your hooped earrings and as you gained weight you were now not only nerdy but chubby too. God you hated this body, it repulsed you but the worst part was still to come.

You felt a pulling sensation in your clit and once more you lost a piercing you liked. Your slutty clit piercing fell out leaving your pussy bare, but soon that slit began to close as a tiny cock and pathetic balls grew in its place. The kind of cock and balls you would have once bullied and mocked.

Sticking out your tongue you removed your piercing there, watching as the hole closed instantly as your white perfect teeth turned dull and crooked.

Kicking off your slutty white heels and wiggling out of your tiny denim shorts and designer top; you carefully placed your clothing and piercings into a ruck-sac. Now naked you could see just how pathetic your new body was.

You were now very much a boy and not the kind you were attracted to - a stud who you would love to rail - but a pathetic loser, a nerdy useless piece of worthless male flesh. God, you wished you were a hot blonde bitch again.

The pain ended as the last of your beauty and sexiness was sucked away. It left you feeling weak and unconfident. Even the way you stood was now unsure and ungainly. You felt so awkward in this new fat body. Your usual domineering hand gestures and bitchy looks replaced by a anxious frown - you had become everything you hated.

The locket in your hands slammed shut, safely locking your essence inside where it would remain until you needed it. You looked down, the innocent locket now contained everything that was you. Every drop of pure feminine bitchiness was inside. You could almost feel it fighting to get out, but for now you were a nerd and this body would serve your purposes well.

As hot and as perfectly bitchy you were before - that body was useless in this particular endeavour. How those useless nerds in the science club had managed to resist your feminine wiles was beyond your understanding, but for some reasons those sub-human sacks of pathetic male flesh had resisted you. But they would never best you now, not now you were one of them. Well - for now at least.

Elixir! that's what they called their miracle formula, a pink serum that would transform those nerds into Alpha bitches. Imagining them turning into girls like you made your stomach heave. It was laughable and there was no way you were going to let them win the day and join you at the top of the pyramid. There was only one immutable fact - bitches are born not created. They could never join you, it was against the laws of nature and bitchiness. That was why you had to stop them.

The plan was simple. Having failed to seduce one of their number (the fool) you would now become one of them. Infiltrating their little group of losers would be childs-play. All that remained was to find the formula and destroy it, ensuring they kept their place as pathetic  nerds and your position as an Alpha was unassailable, allowing you to continue dominating the school as a total bitch.

Your feminine clothes safely stored in the ruck-sac, you began to dress as a boy for the first time. Ugly white Y front, underpants, dorky grey trousers and a white shirt with a tie. You hated how this stuff looked. Fortunately you'd guessed you might need glasses - and bought a pair from a local shop. The prescription wasn't perfect - but good enough that you could see a little better.

You safely stashed the locket in your trouser pocket. It would look out of place around your neck, besides knowing the way nerds are treated at your school, one of the jocks might snatch it from your neck and play keep away with it. The risk of that was far too great.

It was time to go to school…

********

It felt so weird walking the halls of school without people looking at you with desire. Instead they barely even gave you a second glance and those that did, looked at you like you were something they stepped in; a look you usually reserved for the plebs yourself. Now… here… you were one of them.

This body felt so alien to you and not having your big tits made you body feel so off balance.  How do these nerds manage with such a tiny baby carrot dick hanging between their legs instead of a constantly needy slit? Not feeling the usual urge to get fucked was a bit strange, but now as a boy you felt nothing.

A short walk down the hall and you found yourself outside the science room. Normally you woudn’t be seen dead in there, although you did smile as you remembered that time you fucked Professor Green on one of the science benches. Mmmmh, taking his big cock was the best ‘A’ you ever had to work for.

Entering the science room you could see the group of nerds busy beavering away on their Elixir. You couldn't help but smirk as the genius of your evil plan to ensure they never knew the pleasures of being a woman took fruit in your mind. Imagine these losers not even wanting to fuck you in your true form,? They would never do better than you. You even doubted their Elixir would make them as fuckable as you, but it was a risk you weren't willing to accept. 

The nerds didn't even look up from their papers and test tubes, perhaps because now you looked as bland and pathetic as them. Part of you was still annoyed at these losers for not wanting to fuck you - it would have saved you the trouble of having to become one of them and maybe even been fun. 

There were four nerds all huddled together muttering something about stabilising the oestrogen markers. You may have had the body of a nerd but you didn't have their mind and you understood nothing of their research. It didn't matter - you weren't here to help, only hinder.

You decided to be subtle and indulge in a bit of small talk to help lower their guard. It was difficult trying to strike up a conversation and making you sound like one of them, but deviousness was second nature to you, even slumming it in this body.

If these losers had any idea of your true intentions they probably would have left, but they only looked at you and nodded a polite greeting before carrying on with what they were doing. This was going to be a piece of piss. 

You could see them rapidly scrawling notes in a large notepad - it must be the Elixir formula. Now all you needed to do was destroy that book and all the samples in the test tubes. It was time to act like a bit of a klutz.

"Excuse me can I just get one of those?" You pointed across the workbench to an empty test tube; your nerdy masculine voice sounded so weird and you instantly hated how servile you sounded. Thankfully it wouldn't be long before your work here was done you could open the locket and get your beloved body back.

"Sure" replied one of the nerds as he reached over the bench with a test tube in his hand.

"Thanks,” you replied, and as you reached out to take the tube from him you purposely jerked your elbow to knock and spill a flask of chemicals. It toppled and smashed and the nerds leapt back as chemicals poured over the notes on the table, hopefully dashing their hopes at womanhood.

"Oh I'm so sorry,” you gasped, intending it to sound patronising and full of venomous intent - but it came out as sincere and apologetic instead.  God this body was pathetic, you couldn't even sound triumphant in your actual moment of glory.

"Don't worry, we still have the samples,”  panted one of their number as he quickly grabbed the notepad to salvage what he could of the dripping mess.

Another nerd jumped up to help start cleaning the mess. As the other dropped the note book into a plastic bag, you coud see the spillage had  made the notes barely legible - perfect!

It was then you made your second move. You couldn't allow these ‘samples' to cause an issue. Pretending to help clean up the mess, you deliberately knocked over more cylinders and test tubes - the ones most likely containing the brewing Elixir. The other nerds watched in horror as glass smashed and chemicals splashed onto the floor. 

You wanted to laugh triumphantly, you had done it. Now all you needed to do was get the fuck yout of here and return to your true form.

"Oh i'm so sorry how clumsy of me," you whined as the nerds shouted in horror and panic set in as they tried to salvage what was left o fthe experiment. Turning you began to run away hoping to use the confusion as cover for your escape.

Unfortunately as you fled, your pathetic new clumsy body betrayed you and you slipped on a some of the chemicals on the floor. As you stumbled and crashed against another table, you failed to notice the precious locket fall from your pocket and clatter onto the floor.

Recovering your balance, you staggered out of the room - the gleaming locket now in the middle of the room where anyone could find it.

"Hey, where is that guy going?” one of the nerds shouted after you as he noted your exit. “That's the guy who trashed our experiment. Something isn't right here and he just dropped something.”

Spotting the locket, the nerd picked it up and examined the beautiful gold. Weird…. he thought holding the small gold locket in his hand.

"You guys try to fix this mess. I'm going to go after that new guy and find out what is going on. This locket loves valuable and he better tell us what he is up to or he isn't getting this back.”

Little did the nerd know JUST how valuable it was. He now held the greatest treasure of all, all of your very feminine essence. He was in possession of distilled pure, feminine, bitchiness.

Leaving the science room the nerd tried to follow you but there was no trace of where you went. He slowly walked the hall, his prize clutched in his hand, little knowing the power he now possessed or unsure of how important it would play in his future life and yours...

*****

It had been easy to slip into the girls restroom and luckily there was no one else inside. The ruck-sac containing your girl clothes was safely stored in a roof panel above a stall and now all you had to turn was turn back and put them on and no one would ever know what you had done.

You couldn't wait to wear expenaive silk panties again and feel powerful and sexy in your ‘fuck me’ heels. You couldn't wait to become Britney. You had already laid your slutty girls clothes, piercings and makeup kit on the bench ready to begin when you realised the problem.

The locket had gone.

"No this can't be happening! Where the fuck is it? I cant have lost it, I can't. Noooo Ii don't want to be a boy. I can't become a loser like this” you hyperventilated, the panic setting in.

Then remembering who you were, you slowed your breathing and forced yourself to calm down.

You had to find that locket but you had to be calm. You must have dropped it when you fell over. You just needed to go back to the lab and get it.

Everything was going to be okay. Leaving your clothes and makeup out, you turned and began walking back to the science lab.

Nothing was going to stop you becoming Britney again.

***

The nerd from the science lab didn't know what instinct had made him duck into a doorway when he heard the girls washroom open. Now he watched from the shadows as the strange boy from earlier marched back the way they had come.

What had he been doing in the girls washroom?

Deciding to investigate, he entered and frowned at the clothing and girls stuff he found inside.  Feeling slightly nervous about being in the girls washroom he stroked the metal casing of the locket he had found and shivered as a strange thrill ran through his entire body.

Then he seemed to hear a voice.

Open me you fool. Release me and receive my majesty. Become a bitch, become me, become Britney. I need a body, I need to dominate, fuck and control. Let me into you… let me BECOME you.

The nerd frowned, turning his attention to the locket in his hand. He saw there was a catch that would open it and a sudden desire to do so flowed into him.

Yes. That's it. I need to exist. Let me flow into you and make you better. Let me pump you full of my sluttiness.Open me you loser, release me at once! Let me inside you!

Weird! That sounded just like Britney's voice coming from the locket? 

Mmmmh big tits, tight pussy, firm ass. Cum, big cocks, fashion, makeup, bullying. You want me inside you. Let me make you into Britney. I must be free.

The nerds thumb found the catch and for some reason his dick got hard as he pushed the catch. The voice in his head was whispering such dirty things, it was so hot.

With a satisfying click the locket popped open in his hands and a brilliant light filled the room. 

Pink energy escaped the locket coiling round his body flowed up to his mouth and nostrils. Like a big thick  black cock in a snowbunnies mouth, it slid into his throat and pumped down… making him gulp and moan in pleasure as the evil pink power flowed eagerly into his weak body. 

*glug glug glug* mmmmmhhhhppphhhh.

The last of the energy flowed into the nerd and the locket fell to the floor as his body twitched and pink light blazed from his eyes.  All of Britney's bitchiness had now flowed into his body and now it was changing him.

"Oh fuck yesssss this feels amazing, I dont know what's happening but I fucking love it! Mmmmh oh God yess, I can feel it mmmmh changing me. Ahhhh fuck, what is this delicious power?”

The nerd moaned his voice rising several octaves and transforming into a bitchy slutty whine as his tore at his clothing and groaned as his bones popped and cracked.

His skin rippled and it became soft and smooth. Blonde streaks began to shine through his hair and his ass pushed out with a satisfying clap as he smacked it and moaned.

"Yess, my ass feels so fucking good. I mmmmh love my fucking bitchy ass. I want a big thick cock in my butt right NOW. Ohhh fuck what am I saying?” he moaned, ripping off his shirt in time to see his tiny chest begin swell as Britneys big perfect tits began to form.

Fondling a growing breast with one hand the nerd saw his nails lengthen into perfect manicured French tips, whilst the other hand was vigorously jerking his tiny nerd dicklet to the sensations of his growing bitchification. It felt so fucking good.

His once flat chest was now swollen with growing tit flesh. Bigger and bigger his boobs swelled up, the nipples hard as his massive white milkers got bigger and bigger on his slender chest. A-Cup expanded to C-Cup, then with a final push of his chest and a groan of pleasure Britney's Double-D's flopped out and he giggled madly in his new slutty voice.

“Ohhhh yes, hello girls. Mmmmh you feel so fucking good. Can't wait to get a thick cock between you… so fucking hawt!”

The nerd's short hair lengthened and his eyelashes thickened. Bitchy blonde hair now hung down his back down to his slutty ass and he swirled it away from his beautiful face with an easy feminine gesture.

He knew who he was becoming now and it felt sooooo good. As empty piercings appeared in his tongue, ears, navel and crotch - he knew exactly whose body this was.

"Mmmmhh fuck yes. I'm becoming her. I'm becoming that bitch Britney. Mmmmh ohhhhh yessss! That's it. Give me Britneys big tits and fuck yess her pussy too.”

With a grunt he jerked his waist and screamed in pleasure as his hips pushed out and his internal organs rearranged themselves nicely. His useless dick began to retract and a tight pink hairless slit started to open between his silky smooth thighs.

Britney's delicious pussy was going to  be all HIS. He squealed in Britneys hot voice as he felt his nerdy cock shrink between his masturbating manicured fingers and form  into her clit. Already dripping wet and permanently horny, Brtneys tight slutty pussy opened in its place his fingers sliding inside his newfound womanhood. 

“Mmmh take it all. Make me hot, blonde and bitchy. Make me into Britney. Hahah who needs the Elixir? Those other fools have no idea how good this feels. I’m a fucking bitch and  I LOVE it.”

Something was happening. Some of Britney's personality and a few of her memories were sinking into his head. They replaced the memories he already had and left a hunger for more. A hunger to absorb everything that was Britney.

The nerd knew he was no longer who he had been. His old identity no longer mattered. He WAS Britney now.

Scooping up the locket, vague memories about it's powers floating in HER mind, the new bitch ripped off her former clothing to stand naked in front of the mirror.

Flicking back long blonde hair, Britney licked her perfect lips and gazed into her own cold blue eyes 

"Oh fuck what a rush that was incredible. Mmmmh fuck me, I need a cock in me and quick. Transforming turned me on so fucking much.” 

Looking down at the clothes and makeup, Britney cursed that she didn't know how to wear them or do her makeup.

She wanted more. She wanted to be a true Alpha bitch, but the locket had only given her the bitchiness and urges of the real Britney.

Then she heard the door behind her open and she turned with a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

****

Finding the locket was gone and the nerds were missing one of their own made you shudder in fear. They were still trying to clean up and you eaves-dropped unnoticed in the corridor.

The little bastard must have found the locket and gone after you. Slinking away you realised he could be anywhere by now. You needed to get back to the girls washroom, recover your other stuff - then you'd have to search for him.

He might have the locket, but he didn't know what it was or what it could do. You were sure you could retrieve it before anything bad happened.

But when you re-entered the girls bathroom, it was to find the worst had already happened and you were already too late.

“Hello loser,” purred the naked Goddess by the mirror. She was evidently admiring her perfect body and was unashamedly naked - except for the locket around her neck. “Boys aren't allowed inside the girls washroom.”

“No! That body is mine. Put my essence back in the locket so I can return to normal,” you gasped. “I'm Britney and you better…

“Shut up loser. I'M Britney now and if you think I'm giving you back this power you must be insane. This is even better than what we had planned with the Elixir. There's only one more thing I need from you loser.”

Advancing towards you, Britney darted forward and you yelled in pain as she gripped your head in her hands. You felt manicured nails scratching your skin as she tightened her grip. The locket around her neck began to glow.

You felt yourself being drained again, but this time not of your bitchiness or your hot body. To your horror it was your memories.

“Ohhhh fuck yes, give me your memories loser. I am going to fucking replace you! Mmmmh soon I will know all about how to be you. Make me INTO you, give it all to me you fucking simp.”

You felt it all being sucked out of your head. The names of your bitchy friends, your skills at doing makeup, the secret blackmail material you had on nearly everyone at school.

Social media passwords and personal knowledge flowed out of your head into hers. Now she knew how to impersonate you perfectly. Every mannerism, every subtle intonation of how you talked and walked. She was taking it all.

Next came your extensive sexual memories. The memories of the boys and girls you'd fucked. Hot memories of big black cock, blowjobs, tit-wanks and anal fucking. Memories of bouncing on your best friends Dad's dick and screaming in pleasure later as he unloaded on your pretty face at her sleepover. You knew how to make them all yours. Men were your toys and girls your victims to bully.

But not anymore.

“Fuccccck yessss. Mmmh all these perverted dirty memories are mmmh changing me more. Fucking transform me baby!”

Britney moaned her eyes rolling back in her head. Her posture changed, she now stood exactly as you would have done. Her lips twisted into a familiar slutty pout and her voice became even more bratty and petulant.

“Like OMG - I have it all now bitch. All your like totally delicious memories are MINE.”

Pushing you back to the floor with a cruel giggle, every memory drained from your head, she swayed over to the counter. You were so sick and weak after the drain you could only lie there and watch as she began to get dressed.

“Mmmmh I love the feeling of these designer silk panties,” she giggled wiggling into them and snapping them tight. Pulling on her black top she pulled her denim shorts up and sighed happily at the tight fit.

Tying up her hair in a bitchy blonde ponytail she began to do her makeup. Soon she had glossy pink lips, contoured features and long black lashes. She looked so fucking hot.

Sliding her piercings back to where they belonged, she stuck her pierced tongue out at you. “I like can't wait to suck off a boy with this in my mouth.”

Spraying herself with perfume she picked up your handbag and phone and causally unlocked it. “Think I'll like update my status to ‘feeling like super bitchy today.’”

“Nooo please. Don't do this,” you groaned as she slid her perfect feet into the strappy white heels and with a clop turned to face you.

“Do what loser? I am Britney the Queen Bitch and I do whatever the fuck I like. Now I think I'll go pay one of my fuck-buddies a visit. I am SO horny for cock. I have all these delicious memories but it's time to experience it for myself.”

Laughing she strode past you and looked down with a remorseless smile.

“Thanks for the body loser. I feel so good now and this power is all mine. I'm gonna love being you.”

Opening the door she glanced back one final time.

“Bye bitch…”

She was Britney the spoiled slut now and you were nothing.

END OF PART 1

Thanks to my bestie Erica for writing this and letting me edit it. Hope you all enjoy.

#erica #bitchification #m2f transformation #power transfer #magic locket #bully #alpha bitch

[baalzebufo]

MY VISION ☝️

followup from this post i made last night. weird al as a villain-of-the-week for a hypothetical psychonauts cartoon. hes a small-time musician who is desperate for attention so starts stealing psitanium to boost his already latent psychic powers so he can beam his music directly into peoples brains. the psychonauts pick up on his trail after a string of bizarre earworm reports across the states (hes been cruising in a van playing whenever he can get a gig)

anyway its not a very effective plan because he doesnt beam his credit along with the music so nobody actually knows who he is. honestly poorly thought out and he just wants someone who genuinely likes his music and wants to be pals. the one thing about him though is hes weirdly, eerily good at stealing psitanium because hes so like. unassuming. nobody guesses hes stealing from them.

hes sillygoofy with a maniacal streak that is mostly just theatrical hence why he falls into 'supervillain' behaviour. if a situation arose where someone would actually get hurt he'd be like 'wait what we were just having fun right' hes playing pretend villain basically. raz becomes his friend and probably uses him to help get closer to discovering an actual sinister threat

anyway other important notes his shirts change colour and so does his curly hair streaks when hes doing Psychic Blasts and such. he doesnt need his old glasses ever since he got lasik so he just installed psitanium lenses in them to boost his abilities more. thanks for understanding my vision

#alloyart #psychonauts #weird al #the hypothetical psychonauts cartoon that lives in my head is so good and i wish it existed #al just fits SO WELL into psychonauts in my brain. i love him #not much else to say i just had to realize my vision

[smusherina]

the intricacies of werewolfism (and other afflictions) - chapter 2 (wenclair)

fandom: Wednesday (2022), Addams Family (all media)

pairing: (romantic) Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair (platonic) OFC/Reader x Wenclair

summary: You'd been keeping an eye out for Enid Sinclair since freshman year. There'd been a silent camaraderie between you, both sitting in the very back of the room during Furs specific classes. Things changed, though, after Wednesday Addams came around. For one, Enid shifted.

additional clarification: Wednesday and Enid have an established relationship. Story follows the POV of an outsider.

You stood in the middle of the room, hands fiddling with the clicker as you tried to look for anything amiss. The sheet was set up on the wall, the projector was powered up and ready to go, the cushions were on the ground, and the additional reading material and the pamphlet you'd printed out were all there. You hadn't wanted to be presumptuous, so you hadn't gotten any snacks. Well, you'd gotten them, in case they asked. They were stashed in your cupboard space. But you didn't want to seem weird or too eager, or something.

You weren't sure if this was more of a casual hangout with a slideshow, or just a purely academic pursuit. You couldn't even say which was preferable. You wanted friends, but the journey of making them seemed so stressful.

As it was the weekend, you were out of uniform. You'd contemplated just wearing it to save you the trouble of having to pick out an outfit, but in the end, even a shitty outfit seemed less weird than the stiff school uniform. All of your clothes were hand-me-downs and thrifted, not in the trendy way, so you'd put some real effort into looking presentable.

You had on the best pants you owned, a pair of black trousers that were only slightly too big on you. You'd cuffed them yourself and were pretty proud of your handiwork. Because they were black, the slightly uneven stitching wasn't even that noticeable. You'd put on your cleanest tee shirt, a grey one with an old Autoshop logo on the front. It was a bit worn, the logo chipping away, but it had no visible stains.

You inspected your glasses, squinting your eyes. You held them up in the light. You wiped at the lenses with the hem of your shirt. No smudges, please.

The specs almost clattered to the ground when somebody knocked on your door. You shoved them back onto your nose and rushed to the door.

"Hi!" Enid chirped, dressed as colourfully as ever and with Wednesday in tow.

"Hello," You said and opened the door wider for them. "Please, come in."

"I'm so excited! I've never heard of different types of werewolves!" Oh, Enid, she was so pure. You could only smile, feeling a little dread already. The subject was pretty darn bleak.

"I'm curious as to how the nature of lycans differs from that of werewolves." Wednesday's sharp eyes caught yours. "Is this seating for us?" She pointed down at the cushions.

"Yeah! I figured the floor cushions would be more comfy than the chairs. One of you can borrow my desk chair, if you'd rather do that. I, um, I heard you're allergic to, uh, colour, Wednesday, so I put a black towel on it." You motioned to the floor, walking to your spot next to the white sheet. "If that's okay."

"Hmm," Wednesday said nothing as she primly sunk onto the towel-covered cushion. Wordlessly, she dug into her bag and pulled out a little notebook along with a fountain pen. Alright. So, she was all good.

You turned to Enid, who was looking at you with a quizzical look on her face.

"Would- would you like some water or something?" You'd never played host before. You hoped you were doing alright.

"Thanks, but we're good. We might go grab a bite to eat later, though. You should come with!" Enid said as she settled down next to Wednesday.

Oh. My. Gosh. More hanging out. You hadn't even proved yourself to be okay company yet. Enid's generosity really knew no bounds.

"Yeah!" Your voice cracked. "Uh, yeah, sure. Sounds great." You gave a jerky thumbs-up. Internally, you berated yourself for being so uncool.

Better to start now and breeze over your disastrous handling of social interaction. You flicked the lights off, save for the little lamp on the floor next to the cushions. So they'd see to take notes. You'd really thought of everything.

Clicking to show the first slide, you pointed between the two figures of anthropomorphic wolves standing somewhat upright. One was ragged and frothing at the mouth, bigger in stature, and sported a generally mangy appearance. The other had a smoother coat, looked perfectly calm, and had a more hunched back.

"This one," You stopped on the mangy-looking wolf. "Is a lycan. That one," You went back to the tamer-looking wolf. "Is a werewolf. I'm first gonna touch on some general stuff, like history, then what the specific differences are, then why those differences exist, and then I'll talk a little more about, uh, the social aspects."

Your two pupils nodded along. One did so enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down rapidly, and the other nodded so minutely you wouldn't have caught if you weren't focusing on their reactions like a hawk. Swallowing, you gathered every smidge of confidence you could find and got on with it.

"Werewolves came first. Technically. It's a little unclear as to how they came to be as there's little written history. Different communities and old packs all have their stories, mythology passed along from generation to generation. It could be a curse, a blessing, an omen." You clicked to the next slide, where there were some specific origin stories. "For example, the O'Brien pack-"

"My dad's surname was O'Brien!" Enid perked up.

"It's likely he used to be a member! Where is he from?"

"He's originally from Northern Michigan."

"Oh, there you go. It's very likely he's the current alpha's son or grandson, depending on how old he is. He's probably got a more submissive temperament, which is why he took your mother's name." Oh no, you shouldn't assume her parents were married. "Or why you got her name."

"Yeah, he took her name. I thought they did that just 'cause..." Enid murmured.

"I... I don't know your family's specific traditions. It's just, uh, it's common for wolves to take the more dominant partner's surname when getting married." You glanced between them. Wednesday was writing down notes, eyes honed in on the projection. Enid looked at her girlfriend, biting her lip. You decided to continue.

"Um, so... The O'Brien pack is largely credited for bringing the monotheistic belief in the moon goddess over to the States in the 1800s. There's a lot of bloody, violent history in the conflict between native werewolves and settler werewolves, just as with humans- or normies, whichever term applies. I'm sure you two are familiar with that aspect of history, so I won't go into detail. Um." You checked to see if they were still on board.

"Question?" Enid asked, raising her hand tentatively.

"Yeah, go for it!" You fiddled with the clicker anxiously.

"My family believes in the Greek pantheon, specifically Selene." Enid scratched at her cheek. "How's that tie in with everything?"

"Oh yes, so basically werewolf religion can be split into two baseline camps, so to speak. Camp One consists of worshippers of a singular moon goddess and Camp Two is a belief in spirituality and natural forces. Within these camps are kind of sub-groups. For example, werewolves of Irish origin tend to believe in Irish mythology and, in turn, those of Greek origin believe in Greek mythology." You beamed, happy to answer her question. "Of course, in some cases, ancestry has nothing to do with anything, since culture and religion spread through people, not blood."

"I don't think we have Greek ancestry..." Enid muttered. "Maybe? I'm gonna have to ask."

"It's possible you don't, 'cause there was a uh, a trend in the 1950s that led to a lot of spiritually aligned werewolves converting to Selene." You shrugged. "Could be either way."

Enid also shrugged.

"So, uh, factually and scientifically, that's all, like... Wrong." You didn't know how else to put it. "Obviously, the point of religion is not to be correct, it is largely a comfort for people to believe in something greater than themselves, but there have been several, ill-received studies on exactly what werewolfism is."

"I assume this is not material that has been taught in your classes." Wednesday looked to Enid, who was gaping at the projection currently on a slide that had a picture of a DNA strand. "Why?"

"Well... I assume it's 'cause the teacher is a firm believer in werewolf creationism, which as a story is really convoluted and, just, impossible to summarize, so he doesn't spend much time teaching things he doesn't believe are true."

"That is..." Wednesday trailed off. "Alarming."

"I did file a complaint to Principal Weems during freshman year, but it didn't really go anywhere." You said meekly.

"I- I didn't know there was actual, I dunno, medical research on werewolves!" Enid blurted out, the words tumbling off her tongue.

"Fascinating, is it not?" You perked up. "Human doctors have done a fair bit of it, too! That's why werewolves can go to the hospital and get bloodwork done without being outed. Basically, all werewolves have a gene that makes it possible for them to shift forms. Studying it is hard, possibly due to some innate magical interference, not everything can be explained with science, but so far only werewolf researchers have been able to glean that this is, in fact, the source of their power. Humans have determined that the gene is responsible for some passive traits, such as a more efficient immune system, higher average body temp, and a faster metabolism.

"And this does bring us, finally, to the lycans. Lycans are humans subjected to the bite of a werewolf. It's been speculated that the werewolf gene is a mutation that evolved in response to exposure to the Lycan Infection over centuries. For the body to sustain the transformation, it needed to change, get stronger. Survival of the fittest with some supernatural road blocking, the results were remarkably successful."

"The Lycan Infection?" Wednesday uttered, looking up from her notebook to stare at you. You shivered, a chill travelling up your arms to your neck.

"Yes- yes, um, that's... The Lycan Infection is what made the majority of werewolves today. That's what the pathogen is called. It's unclear where it originated and how exactly it came to be." You clicked through a few slides. "There are some records of werewolves before the infection, but by no means enough to determine population numbers or anything substantial."

"So, we're all sick?" Enid asked, sounding downtrodden.

"Well, no, not really." You said, prompting her to tilt her head. She was precious. "Werewolves only carry it passively. Only lycans are, well, sick." You pursed your lips.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Enid said, eyes all sad and lips pouty.

"No! No, there's no need to be sorry! I like being a lycan." For the most part, you left unsaid. "It's totally fine."

"You were bitten, yes?" Wednesday asked poignantly.

"Wednesday!" Enid hissed, hitting her on the arm. Wednesday was unfazed, eyes locked onto yours.

"Yeah." You nodded slowly, trying to keep calm. "I was eight."

There was an awkward pause.

"Um! That happened, but I'm so fine right now. So fine. Nothing is wrong. Like, ever." You tapped your hands together. "So, lycans."

The lesson continued. Lycans looked like that 'cause the pathogen intercepted the growth of fur, caused an over-production of mucus and saliva, and accelerated nail growth. Due to lycans missing the werewolf gene, they retained more human features during the shift whereas werewolves could pass as normal wolves for a second, though only for a second. The absence of the gene also caused transformations to be more painful, a lack of mental agency in wolf form, and added stress to joints and ligaments.

"Yeah, lycans have a life expectancy of about thirty-five to forty-"

"You're- you're expected to die at forty?" Enid screeched. "At the latest?"

"Yeah?" You tilted your head to the side. "Y'know, it's been on the rise for the last ten years! It used to be thirty to thirty-five!"

You kept talking, kept showing slides, and Enid continued to be stunned, Wednesday remaining passive. Lycans were shunned from werewolf communities, generally denied access to packs and werewolf-specific health centres, and more often than not infertile. Lycans, due to their uncontrolled nature, were unable to form structured packs or support systems, leading to isolation and loneliness or unstable, abusive psedo-packs. Due to these issues, the most perpetuated stereotypes of lycans were that they were involved in street gangs, did drugs, and resorted to violence easily.

By the end of it, Enid was pretty much holding back tears. You'd fucked up. This was a mistake. You should've kept her ignorant. What would she even do with all this info? It wasn't like any of this was actually useful. The textbook section about lycans was basically cautions and warnings to stay the eff away.

"That's so tragic. You're just ill, is all. You need help, not exile." Enid sniffled. She wasn't quite crying, but her eyes were welling up. Wednesday was even holding her hand. You knew the goth didn't like touch, so that was probably a huge deal.

"I'm sorry." You didn't know what else to say. You sat down on the floor in front of them, feeling uncomfortable standing while they sat. You shuffled your weight, trying to think of something to make this better.

"You def have to join my pack. I've been looking for people to run with and I thought to ask you first since we've been sitting together for so long."

"Um." Thing was, you would've loved to. You'd have really loved to run with her. "I- uh, there's a great possibility I'd try to hurt you. And besides, I'm not allowed out on full moons."

Werewolves had the added benefit of not needing to shift much aside from when the moon was full. If you wanted to not be in utter agony, you needed to shift at least once a day. You had an allotted free period every weekday so you could go for a run on the grounds.

So, even if you could technically both run as wolves at the same time, Enid only really had reason to shift during full moons, conveniently the only time you'd be unable to join her. Fate was playing tricks on you, dangling a treat just above your nose. You felt like a dog with a piece of cheese on its nose, being told to wait, wait, wait.

"We could break you out." Wednesday pointed out. "I need to investigate the broken cage either way."

"Yeah! And I beat a hyde! No offence, but I could handle you."

How to say yes without sounding too excited by the prospect? How to quell a sense of foreboding doom, because there was a possibility, however small, that you too had beat a hyde?

You wanted to run with her. You wanted to be in her pack. You wanted, you wanted, you'd wanted for so long.

You were gonna do it.

"Sure. Yes! If- if you wanted to do that, you totally should! If you wanted to. And it wouldn't be too, uh, too complicated." You swallowed thickly, shrinking under their gazes. Both had such intense eyes. "And, um, just as a precaution, I could get some horse tranquillizer darts for Wednesday to have in case I get... Nasty. Just in case!"

Wednesday grinned. It was a terrifying expression. You couldn't look her in the eye. Cold sweat dampened your neck.

"Don't look so excited." Enid chastised her girlfriend and got up. "Aw, fuck, my knees." She whined, rubbing them. You got that. Your knees hurt, like, all the time. "Let's go eat!"

"Hm. Acceptable." Wednesday rose smoothly and deposited her pen and notebook back into her bag.

"Have fun," You waved.

"Oh, aren't you coming? I heard there's good dessert today." Enid, gracious soul, good heart, you'd never forget her kindness.

"I'll come! If you want!" You glanced at Wednesday. She didn't seem particularly offended by your presence, so you took that to mean you two were cool.

"Yeah!" Enid laughed a little, motioning for you to join them.

You skipped over to them, unable to hide the glee pouring off you. It would be fine. It would be so fine. It would be so fine that it'd actually be so unremarkable that after the fact you'd wonder what you'd even been so worried about.

It probably wasn't even you.

Taglist: [completely honest, i totally forgot about the taglist. adding it hours later lmao.] @screechcat, @filthy-sanvers-paws, @atticus-shits-n-giggles

#wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #lesbian wednesday addams #lesbian enid sinclair #fic: the intricacies of werewolfism (and other afflictions)

[my-my-my]

may i request a scenario of aizen seducing his s/o 😳 thank you 💕

Sure! It's been a while since I wrote something remotely NSFW, so I feel a bit rusty. Timeline is vague, but it's female reader and Captain Aizen (and I miss him!).

The song that was the inspiration for this little drabble was Jupiter - Elliot Uppercut (Mr. Gonzo Remix).

Tags: @stygianoir

TW: NSFW: fingering. Relationship between reader and Aizen can be interpreted to an abuse-of-power situation, but I left it vague on what position reader is.

Every couple of decades, Lieutenants Sasakibe and Matsumoto liked to host a grand party in the world of the living as a celebration during peacetime. Their reasoning was that it was a “great learning experience” to see what mortals were doing, and not everyone liked to “celebrate” with a Japanese tea ceremony (that Captains Yamamoto and Unohana enjoyed planning). You chalked up that for Lieutenant Sasakibe, it was true that he wanted to know more about the mortals and what was considered “modern”, but you knew for Lieutenant Matsumoto, it was just an excuse to have fun and party. She didn’t need the reason of peacetime to throw one.

Every party differed depending on the whatever trends those in the living were experiencing. This was your second party, and you knew it was already different from the first. You remembered wearing a delicate kitsuke with floral motifs.

This time… you couldn’t believe your appearance. You were told to close your eyes as Lieutenant Matsumoto insisted on styling you for tonight’s party. Apparently, Lieutenant Ichimaru and her were in secrecy over something, but you weren’t sure of what.

You inched closer to the mirror, inspecting your face and you outfit. You had never, in your centuries as a Shinigami, worn anything like this. Lieutenant Matsumoto highlighted your eyes with glittery eyeshadow, while your lashes were accented with mascara, while a gold, sequin-covered mini dress hugged your body, with the final touches of bejewelled, black satin heels, adorning your feet. Your accessories were minimal, your hair styled in a way you weren’t familiar with, but you couldn’t help but blush – you looked good.

Lieutenant Matsumoto was also dressed in a similar fashion, her curvaceous figure being accented in her glittery mini dress. As Matsumoto inspected her appearance for any last-minute touch-ups, she grabbed your arm and chanting a quick spell to transport you both to the venue.

Bright, colourful lights, a ball covered in silver (was this what Lieutenant Matsumoto called a “disco ball”?), followed by pounding music.

The floor with the other party goers was changing colours to the beat of the music, as they danced their worries away. You recognized some captains and lieutenants at the bar, their outfits seemingly fitting with their personality.

Before you could ask Matsumoto what you should do, she ran off with Lieutenant Ichimaru. Sighing, you made your way to the edge of the dancefloor, watching your fellow colleagues dance away.

You couldn’t help yourself but hum to the song, gently swaying and moving to the rhythm. It was then you were tapped on your bare shoulder, startling you out of your reverie.

“I’m sorry to startle you – you looked like you should be on the floor and not on the sidelines” the man smiled. His brown hair slightly pushed back, a deep navy blue shirt that wasn’t buttoned fully all the way – leaving his bare chest exposed, tucked into black pants secured with a black belt with a gold buckle.

You stood there, blinking as to who it was, but as he smiled – you immediately recognized,

“Oh! Captain Aizen! I barely recognized you.” You answered. “I’m not used to seeing you without your glasses.”

“Yes – and it’s a first for me as well.” Aizen responded sheepishly. “I’m wearing what’s called ‘contact lenses’? They’re fairly new to the Realm of the Living and Sereitei.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you stared his face. Without his glasses, his eyes were sharp and intense, completely opposite to the gentle and kind voice he had.

“But back to my earlier comment – you should be on the dancefloor. You shouldn’t deny yourself from having fun, especially with how much time Lieutenant Matsumoto spent to throw this event.” Captain Aizen remarked as he looked over your body.

“I will if you will, Captain Aizen!” You laughed, as you pulled him with you.

The song changed to a more upbeat one and you felt your hips sway again, your body moving on its own to the rhythm. You smiled as your body moved to the music, closing your eyes as you let go. It was when you opened your eyes, when you noticed Captain Aizen smiling, but not moving.

You grabbed his hands again encouraged him to move his legs, motioning him to move them as you were. Once he followed the rhythm, you guided his arms. “You got this Captain Aizen!” You cheered as you danced along with him.

Soon the song shifted to a slower tempo, but you were too lost to the rhythm to notice. It was when you felt strong arms grip your waist, and a hard, warm body behind you, you stopped moving.

You jolted as you felt Captain Aizen’s breath near your ear, with him whispering, “keep going, you look divine tonight.” His deep voice flowing through your brain as if in a trance, and you picked up your pace again. You moved your body against him, as he started pulling you off dancefloor.

While the music was still as loud, you realized you were in a more secluded are of the venue. It was then Captain Aizen spun you around, pushing you softly to the wall. You both were panting, a thin layer of sweat between you two.

Captain Aizen’s cheeks were flushed, and you knew your face was no better.

“Do you know how many people were watching you tonight?” Captain Aizen asked you, closing the gap between both your bodies. “You’re a divine vision amongst these mere mortals.” He murmured, tracing your face with a finger.

“A beautiful goddess in all her glory” Aizen commented, as you felt your cheeks grow hot again. You weren’t used to such compliments, but you felt emboldened.

“What are you trying to say, Captain Aizen?” You asked, grabbing his silk shirt, bringing you face-to-face with him. You swallowed hard as you stared at his intense brown eyes, as they narrowed down to look at you again.

“Would a goddess give a private dance to a humble man?” Aizen asked, pushing his face to your neck, giving you a soft nip as his lips made their way to your ear. You gasped as he began to nibble at your lobe, while his arms traveled along your body, with gentle squeezes.

Aizen’s hands started to drift lower as your dress rose higher. You relaxed your body as his warm fingers gently massaged your inner thighs, slowly creeping to your dampening panties. You were getting slick from his ministrations, as began to kiss you. You fervently kissed him back, throwing your arms across his neck and widening your legs.

You felt one of Aizen’s fingers push the measly cloth of your underwear aside as he inserted one finger inside. You winced at the intrusion, but began to moan as Aizen thumbed your clit, rubbing it softly. You clenched his shirt as he began to push more fingers inside you, as you writhed and moaned against the wall.

Aizen smirked at the sight as you became undone by just his fingers – how would you feel around his cock if you were this tight around his fingers, he thought to himself. He pumped his fingers in you, as he pushed the straps of your dress down – nipping and biting your bare chest.

He could hear and feel you getting close – prompting him to pull away from you.

“What – please don’t stop!” You began to plead, as Aizen watched you with amusement in his eyes.

“My goddess, why don’t we go somewhere private – you did promise a humble man for a night of privacy.” Aizen grinned at your disheveled state – lips slightly swollen from his kisses, hardened nipples and thighs covered in your own slick. You nodded your headed eagerly, as you held on to his arm – leading you to a night of more feverish “dancing”.

Dress I was imagining for reader was this Pac Rabanne piece, paired with Manolo Blahnik's Hangisi 70 heels.

#bleach #aizen sousuke #aizen sosuke #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x y/n #aizen x you #bleach writings #aizen writings #aizen smut #sousuke aizen #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke x you #aizen sosuke x y/n

[wonderinc-sonic]

I love glasses headcanons for any characters, but here's my top hits for ppl I give glasses to (not incl Eggman who always wears them and Vector who has reading glasses already). Ordered by increasing power level:

Omega - doesn't have eyes, but has a pair of sunglasses to protect his camera lenses. He was built for low light and often his eyes are overexposed. Also to look cool.

Cream - Cheese is her seeing eye Chao. But her prescription isn't settled yet as she is little so as soon as she gets a pair they are wrong again.

Espio - later in life. Chameleons have great vision naturally, but shhh his gets worse. He and vector get theirs mixed up despite that vectors are twice his size.

Shadow - for light sensitivity. He can see UV and it damages the eyes.

Maria - like the old fashioned really chunky ones they made for kids, gerald messes with them and constantly tinkers the handles to get them right.

Knuckles - thats why he is always furrowing his brow and looking frowny. Can't see.

Amy - obviously. Girl can't tell a Sonc from a Not-Sonc. They should be those snazzy triangly ones.

Rouge - obviously pt 2 blind as a bat. Literally cannot leave this headcanon alone. Also enjoy the idea that she detects gems by scent and when she looks at them with her glasses off it's a trippy colour whirl like a kaleidoscope.

Honourable mention to Sonic, who kept losing/ breaking/ sitting on hia glasses and this made Tails invent Lasic and Lasec one summer when he got too annoyed.

#rouge the bat #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #maria robotnik #shadow the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #cream the rabbit #e-123 Omega #wonderincs #sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog

[stcpidcupid]

⸻   STUPID CUPID  :  LIGHTSTICKS  ❞

as years go by in the kpop industry, once in a while, a group has to announce their official lightstick. by 2024, STUPID CUPID officially has three, and each one holds a special meaning for both the group and their fans!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ib. /frmjudy & /venusvity !

♡⃗ LOVEBONG V.ONE ⸺ released in october, 2018 !

VERSION ONE of LOVEBONG was released in october of 2018 to turn the attention from TOMIE's hiatus due to her father's arrest and scams within his company. it was obvious that the company tried its best to appeal to the public by releasing the group's first lightstick since their debut the previous year. along with the lightstick purchase, the fans would get a STAINLESS STEEL WATER BOTTLE with a CROSS-BODY BAG, featuring an adorable STUPID CUPID logo. call MIGHTY DEVIL whatever you want, but they had a good strategy at that time. however, that didn't last long, as some fans started complaining the company hadn't included TOMIE's photocard in the set, despite still being a group member. the lightstick itself had a couple of bugs, would sometimes refuse to connect in CONCERT MODE and would stop working completely despite not passing the three-hour usage mark yet. it was a disappointing lightstick for more than one reason, and it was obvious that not all fans really wanted to buy it because of the bugs, but liked the water bottle that came with it.

MODEL NAME : LOVEBONG ( VER. #ONE )

LIGHTSTICK POWER : AAA SIZE x 3EA

USAGE TIME : UP TO 3 HOURS

LIGHT COLOURS : ROSE COLOURED LENSES ( #db93a5 ) & PUFFY CLOUDS ( #b2c7d2 ) ー FANDOM COLOURS + PASSIONATE HEARTS ( #cd0027 ) FOR DIFFERENT LIGHT MODES

LIGHT MODES : ON + FLICKER + DIMMING + REVERSE + ROTATION + CONCERT MODE + OFF

CONTENT : OUTBOX ( 95mm x 95mm x 300mm ) + STRAP + MINI BOOKLET MANUAL + WATER BOTTLE WITH CROSS-BODY BAG + MEMBER PHOTOCARDS ( 4EA ) + A THANK YOU NOTE FOR PURCHASING ( WRITTEN BY MEMBERS THEMSELVES )

♡⃗ LOVEBONG V.TWO ⸺ released in june, 2021 !

the SECOND VERSION of LOVEBONG was significantly better made and with better quality than the group's first one. the dome featured five transparent crystals with sparkles that would occasionally fly around them once the lightstick was shaken. the accessory that everyone was freaking out were the four plastic angel wings that could be adjusted and eventually folded to fit in fans' bags better. a brooch the size of a thumb would be featured at the top of the handle, and if fans took a closer look, there would be members' initials engraved in it. other than the cheap plastic for wings, the actual lightstick design was obviously put more care into, mainly to keep the fans satisfied until the next version would drop out. turns out that fans were not the only ones satisfied with this version's look, as most STUPID CUPID members were seen happily holding the lightstick and taking selfies with it.

MODEL NAME : LOVEBONG ( VER. #TWO )

LIGHTSTICK POWER : AAA SIZE x 3EA

USAGE TIME : UP TO 4 HOURS

LIGHT COLOURS : ROSE COLOURED LENSES ( #db93a5 ) & PUFFY CLOUDS ( #b2c7d2 ) ー FANDOM COLOURS + PASSIONATE HEARTS ( #cd0027 ) + LAVENDER DREAMS ( #8094e6 ) FOR DIFFERENT LIGHT MODES

LIGHT MODES : ON + BLINK + FLICKER + DIMMING + REVERSE + ROTATION + CONCERT MODE + OFF

CONTENT : OUTBOX ( 95mm x 95mm x 300mm ) + STRAP + MINI BOOKLET MANUAL + STICKER SET ( 1EA ) + MEMBER PHOTOCARDS ( 5EA ) + RANDOM MEMBER POLAROID ( 2EA ) + ANGEL KEYRING ( RANDOM 1 OUT OF FIVE ) + A THANK YOU NOTE FOR PURCHASING ( WRITTEN BY MEMBERS THEMSELVES )

♡⃗ LOVEBONG V.THREE ⸺ released in february, 2024 !

the THIRD VERSION of LOVEBONG is scheduled to be released in february next year, just in time for the group's SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. unlike the past version, where the wings can be folded, the third version comes with rose gold wings that can be removed completely and re-attached back whenever a fan wants it to. that addition to the lightstick intrigued the fans, who didn't wait to pre-order their version of the LOVEBONG V.3. the up-coming version will feature up to FIVE different colours and will keep the same modes as the second version. it'll have a longer usage time and will get the similar content as the previous one. CHERUBS noticed that the group members looked excited when announcing the latest version of LOVEBONG, and it was obvious that the company made sure that it worked and looked better than the prior two. there are currently over 300,000 pre-orders for this version, which is climbing each week. the company estimated there'll be over two million pre-orders by the time the lightstick drops out.

MODEL NAME : LOVEBONG ( VER. #THREE )

LIGHTSTICK POWER : AAA SIZE x 3EA

USAGE TIME : UP TO 5 HOURS

LIGHT COLOURS : ROSE COLOURED LENSES ( #db93a5 ) & PUFFY CLOUDS ( #b2c7d2 ) ー FANDOM COLOURS + PASSIONATE HEARTS ( #cd0027 ) + LAVENDER DREAMS ( #8094e6 ) + SOFT BLUE POPPY ( #80c7e6 ) FOR DIFFERENT LIGHT MODES

LIGHT MODES : ON + BLINK + FLICKER + DIMMING + REVERSE + ROTATION + CONCERT MODE + OFF

CONTENT : OUTBOX ( 95mm x 95mm x 300mm ) + STRAP + ATTACHABLE WINGS + MINI BOOKLET MANUAL + STICKER SET ( 1EA ) + MEMBER PHOTOCARDS ( 5EA ) + RANDOM MEMBER POLAROID ( 2EA ) + A THANK YOU NOTE FOR PURCHASING ( WRITTEN BY MEMBERS THEMSELVES )

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[inamindfarfaraway]

What are your thoughts on Duela Dent? Specifically her Pre-Crisis backstory—before she was retconned to not even being related to Harvey for Some Reason. I think there could be some interesting themes about generational trauma and how his own childhood severely impacted Harvey’s relationship with his own daughter.

Harvey and Gilda having a kid who becomes a superhero to try to redeem her heritage is a great concept, and like a lot of great concepts, DC dropped it down the drain. But that’s what fanon is for! There’s so much you can explore with Duela. If I were to remake her myself, I’d do away with the whole Joker’s Daughter and Harlequin identities, at least after the initial phase of her trying to get Batman’s attention by pretending to be other supervillains’ daughter; and instead have her reflect Harvey and Two-Face’s themes of duality and justice. Like, maybe her heroic identity has a Lady Justice theme with a symbol of scales, a sword for a weapon and a tied domino mask with coloured lenses to mimic a blindfold. Or maybe she defiantly avoids all things duality-related to disown her father’s evil legacy, only to later incorporate her own version of it as she accepts him as a part of her. It doesn’t feel right to have her so associated with the Joker and similar to Harley Quinn when she isn’t even related to them, especially when they’re both very popular and present in DC already (in the Joker’s case, far more than he deserves). Let’s keep her a Dent first and foremost.

Anyway, onto the relationships! I like the idea that Harvey and Gilda wanted kids and them trying before the acid attack and turning out to have succeeded after the dad is a crime lord or in Arkham Asylum is so perfectly tragic. Maybe Harvey “Definitely Not Hanging on by a Thread” Dent wants to be a dad partly, subconsciously to prove to himself that he can be the opposite of his father, to create the ultimate proof that he isn’t doomed to fail and suffer and ruin everything he touches, that he’s capable of having a healthy, happy family and can handle his C-PTSD just fucking fine. In essence, to ‘redeem’ and stick it to his own terrible childhood and paternal heritage. The cycle of generational trauma can’t have that much power over him if he breaks it, can it? No more power than Gotham’s cycle of violence and corruption will have once he, Bats and Gordon take the streets back for the people! A nice work/personal life parallel that mirrors how Bruce doesn’t stop thinking like Batman when he takes the cowl off. But then the trial happens. And then Gilda misses her period. And now Harvey, unable to find a way out of perpetuating Gotham’s vicious cycle, is an absent father with an ever-growing criminal record who perpetuates his familial one. He passes that whole toxic mindset down to his child. He loves her so much and hates that he’s failing her! It’s just that you can’t hate yourself into a better person, so the ‘Oh God, I’m becoming my father’ stress on top of everything else wrong with him actually makes him spiral lower faster.

Two-Face, I believe, loves Gilda as much as Harvey does (though she doesn’t seem to love him back). I’d imagine he loves Duela too. I bet Duela is the only thing both he and Harvey can ignore the coin for. Two-Face loves in a particularly “If anything happens to her, I will kill everyone in Gotham and then myself” way. Of course, he makes things happen to her. Growing up with your dad, or his alter or whatever, committing murder and terrorism and such on the news is not fun. She could easily be bullied because of Harvey and Two-Face. So she would really resent them, especially the more immoral Two-Face, before gaining a more objective, nuanced understanding of them and struggling to reconcile how awful her daddy issues have felt her entire life with the causes of them being sympathetic and not beyond rehabilitation. When she becomes a superhero, does she avoid Gotham to avoid them? Does she never go on patrol while Two-Face is at large? Or does she seek the system out for catharsis, or the desperate, painful need to know her father in any capacity? Do they have incredibly awkward fights? The drama writes itself, but there’s a lot of comic potential too.

Duela: Dad, for fuck’s sake, go to therapy.

Two-Face: That’s my girl! We’re so proud of you, sweetheart! I mean, the way you took out my best muscle, that was amazing.

Duela: (rolls her eyes) Therapy. Now.

Two-Face, still robbing the bank: Right, right. In a minute. And don’t stay out too late again. It’s a school night. A little bit of financial redistribution really doesn’t have to be your problem, you know. Just saying.

Henchman: I didn’t know you had a daughter, boss. Seeing you act like this is so -

Two-Face: Finish that sentence and you’ll get a closed-casket funeral.

Duela: Dad!

Two-Face: Sorry. It can be open casket.

Duela: (sighs) Put your gun down and stop stealing the public’s money, or I will start vaping to cheer myself up.

Two-Face: Alright, Jesus! I’m coming!

Does he kill innocent people, sells drugs and guns and torture the Batkids without losing any sleep over it? Yes. Is he absolutely horrified by the thought of his little girl being unhappy? Also yes. Will he stop doing the aforementioned activities that she’s unhappy about? …Later. After she’s done all her homework.

Everything about Gilda is underdeveloped in canon, but she’s usually depicted as unconditionally loving Harvey despite his crimes. Having a child to worry about complicates that. The Dent system are in no condition to coparent. They might even be dangerous, if not directly. Completely cutting your husband out of your life is hard and could hurt your daughter, but so could taking her to visit him in Arkham every weekend. Offering your heart is one thing, exposing your kid’s is another. The conspicuously on-theme name Duela sticks out to me. Did Harvey, newly fixated on duality, get to name her? Was that a concession Gilda gave him while they were arranging for him to have little to no involvement in her life? Does Gilda tell Duela stories about the good in Harvey and their past together? How comfortable is she discussing who he’s become? Is she willing to forgive, or perhaps rather put aside, every atrocity the system could possibly commit except deliberately hurting their daughter? What happens if somehow one of them crosses that line?

One thing I don’t need to question is that Duela is the ultimate mother’s girl. If a villain threatens Gilda to get to her, so help them. She might have no interest in law because look how well taht career turned out for, but be an avid artist, in Gilda’s field of sculpting and/or different mediums. Art can be very therapeutic, after all. And Duela undoubtedly needs therapy. (“I’ll go back to Arkham if you talk to the school counsellor tomorrow!” “I’m not killing people!” “That’s no excuse!”) You could have a fun contrast between her having an archetypical creative type’s disorganized, expressive, eccentric personality as a civilian and her serious vigilante persona being all about rationality, clarity and balance. Chaos and order in one. Her costume and equipment could even be black and white while her art and casual clothes are brightly coloured.

#this was meant to be short #now i want to write a duela dent-centric comic run #i can’t even draw i hate drawing but. the visuals you could do with these ideas #the symbolism the motifs the colours #duela dent #harvey dent #two-face #gilda dent

[songsofaine]

A Box Full of Memories

So i had this fic idea hit me at 3am as i was feeding my baby.

Basic premise: Obi-Wan has a tonne of keepsakes of Anakin's Padawanship that he was saving to share with Shmi once Anakin reached Knighthood.

In this story Jedi have the option after passing their Trials and before they swear in as Knights to return to their home planet to make sure that swearing in to the Jedi Order as a Knight is truly the path they want to take. Granting them the opportunity to know their birth families before making the monumental commitment of being a Knight of the Jedi Order.

Obviously, Shmi died before Obi-Wan could send Anakin on his pre-Knighting trip. Obi-Wan knew that he couldn't tell or show Anakin the keepsakes, once he hears that Shmi has passed,so its all just sitting in his rooms in several cardboard boxes. Each of the trophies/assignments/keepsakes has a letter from Obi-Wan to Shmi, detailing its importance and personal backstory. Fond notes and recollections of how proud Obi-Wan is of Anakin and his hope to share that pride with Anakin's esteemed mother. (Let's face it, everything 9 year old Anakin knew about his mother has been repeated over and over to Obi-Wan throughout the years, and in between the rose coloured lenses of a young boy's recollections, Obi-Wan finds the shape of an incredible woman who he would feel honoured to know.)

There are two ways the discovery could play out:

The happy version:

During a campaign shared between the 501st and the 212th, early during the 3rd year, Cody gets sick of hearing Anakin's bullshit of how "Obi-Wan never supported or believed in me. He is always holding me back, jealous of my power." (You know, parroting the Palpatine Persuasion.)

And like, Cody is pissed, because Obi is Anakin's No.1 cheerleader, more than the Chancellor, more, even, than his wife, Amidala. Cody knows all about Anakin's illicit victories on the Coruscant lower level racing tracks as a junior padawan, a late night over paperwork Skywalker had incorrectly filed had revealed. Cody knows more about Anakin than he ever wished to know, Obi-Wan won't shut up about him sometimes, but he's a good friend/boyfriend/queer platonic life partner/husband, and listens, because this is Obi's kid.

They return to the Temple and are working on after action reports together in their still shared Master-Padawan apartment and Anakin makes a comment about how Obi-Wan doesn't really care about him except to find fault (or something). And Obi-Wan just looks devastated, Anakin isn't even looking up, just continues looking at his datapad like he hasn't ripped Obi-Wan's heart out of his chest.

Cody has had it. He stalks into Obi-Wan's room and drags out four heavy boxes, directly in front of Anakin, confiscated his datapad, says " Happy reading, you asshole, stop sending my partner into guilt spirals about not caring enough." He pulls Obi-wan out of the apartment. "We're going to Dex's, don't call until you pull your head out of your ass."

Ani, fuming about how misunderstood he is, but ultimately curious opens a box and spots his award for the Junior Padawan Saber Competition and together with it sees a picture of him at age 11, beaming with Obi-Wan smiling, so proud. He hasn't even started reading the attached note yet and he's starting to feel a lump in his throat. Then he spots it ' Dear Shmi.....'

Cue Anakin ugly crying, because even opening the box, he can feel the love and fondnes that saturates the contents. He wipes his face and notices that it's ordered by his age and documented and stored according to the Archival Practise Code as set by Madame Nu, you absolute nerd Obi.

Anakin feels so very touched that Obi-Wan was trying to include his mum even as his galaxy is being rocked. There was undeniable proof that Obi-Wan 'the perfect jedi' Kenobi loved him. It's as he starts reading through the notes that he realises that some of them are dated past his mother's death. It becomes less Obi-Wan talking about his progress and achievements and more him worrying about where the war is taking Anakin.

He finds a letter with his wedding photos on several pieces of filmsi and realises that Obi-Wan has known this whole time about his marriage. The only words of censure on this letter was Obi-Wan asking what he had done to make his padawan no longer trust him and his hurt that his friend Padmè had hidden it from him, marrying his padawan when he was still considered a minor.

Everything he was worried that Obi-Wan felt about him is all wrong. Obi-Wan is proud of him, Obi-Wan loves him. How could his friend, the Chancellor have been so wrong?

From there we'd move into a fix it, there would be repercussions for the various and sundry illegal actions that Anakin has done *cough* Sand People Massacre *cough* with a focus on rehabilitive rather than punitive consequences. Palpatine is revealed to be a fraud and gets offed with a poetic type justice death. Mostly happy endings all around because I'm a sap and want my blorbos happy.

2. The Angsty Version:

I typically do not enjoy riding the angsty mcangst train, but here's an attempt.

Darth Vader is going through the rooms that once belonged to Anakin, setting out to destroy what remained of the weak Jedi and his traitorous former Master. He stalks through the rooms, blocking out the warm memories that filled a place he once called home, destroying the furniture in his towering rage as he goes.

He enters the room of the man who should have loved him, but instead tried to murder him and finds these boxes, clearly labelled "Shmi Skywalker." The unexpected name jolts Vader out of his destructive rage and the small spark of Anakin still residing in his heart is curious and that curiosity consumes him.

He reads through all the little notes, the keepsakes are rifled through (in a quiet part of him, where the small, scared shadow of the child, Ani, resides, he longs to touch the lingering warmth embedded in them with his bare skin, he's so cold).

Through all the letters and stories that denote Anakin's childhood, words of love and pride for a man left to die on lava shores.

He doesn't know whether to rage or repent, the lies of his Master Sideous, had blinded him to the love of a father that he had so desperately craved and now, now it was too late.

He spends his life, a black hole of self-hatred and regret, drifting through the rise of his so-called glorious empire, alone, no wife, no brother/best friend/father. He cannot bring himself to burn and destroy the last evidence that Anakin Skywalker was loved. He was loved wholly and completely for who he was, not how powerful he was.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #fanfic ideas #Codywan flavoured #Fluff or angst choose your ending #Going back over your handwritten notes the next morning trying to piece together your plot #my writing

[autisticlancemcclain]

She’s been fine, for this whole time.

Her grief is always a low hum in the back of her mind. Constant. Since the first ring of that phone call to her mother — she knew, before Mom had even picked up, before the phone had finished ringing, her stomach dropped to her toes and took her heart with it — the grief had taken root, making her entire word sharper, a shade of red sliding over her eyes.

She’s heard people describe grief in shades of grey. Heard people talk about how everything goes flat, dull, unimportant, emotionless.

It has never been like that for Pidge.

Her grief made her furious. She knew from the moment her mother let out that first choked sob, turning away from Katie like somehow if she muffled her tears enough she wouldn’t find out what that phone call was saying. Pidge knew from that fucking second that someone had taken half her family away, and she knew the second after that they would pay. The bitterness had bubbled hard and fast in her chest, and she’d moved. Cut her hair and faked her name and lied to her mother. She spoke every word with clenched teeth, tense muscles trembling in rage any time an officer so much as looked at her wrong, so much as whispered the name Holt.

Her grief has never made her dull. Her grief has made her strong, has powered her through the Garrison and space and the Galran Empire. Her grief has powered her through war.

But today, she looks in the mirror, hair shorter than she remembers and poofed around her head, round coke-bottle lenses reflected back at her, and the colour leeches out from the room.

She recognises her reflection.

But she does not recognise herself.

“Pidge? Are you in there, love? You’re tardy for birthday breakfast!”

She doesn’t startle at Allura’s voice. She barely even registers the sound. She stares at herself, unblinking, until her eyes burn.

“Pidge?” Allura calls again, softer this time. “Is everything alright?”

Katie startles herself with her own sob. Her eyes widen, glancing through the mirror at her own mouth, finding it gaping, hearing her lungs gasp out for breath, some kind of gagging noise coming from her throat, tears wetting her cheeks. She feels none of it. It’s like she’s watching it happen to a different person, a different Katie.

The girl in the mirror is completely foreign to her. She doesn’t recognize the creature with eyes like cracked glass, who is choking on her sobs, whose heart is pounding and aching and hurting.

Pidge Gunderson is the mysterious new student at the Garrison, who bears a striking resemblance to the missing-in-action Kerberos Mission cadet with the same short hair and glasses, who is angry and who is tough and who is fearless. Pidge Gunderson is the Paladin of the Green Lion, Protector of Forests and genius hacker, unphased by Zarkon’s fury and unmoved by the constant pain around her.

Pidge Gunderson is nowhere to be found. Instead, in the mirror, is Katie.

Katie Holt is terrified. Katie Holt is aching. Katie Holt is in pain. Katie Holt looks like her mother, broken-hearted and alone at her dinner table, reading the note her daughter left her and sobbing into her hands.

“Oh, Pidge.”

Cool hands touch the back of her neck, the small of her back, and then she’s enveloped in the familiarly foreign smell of sweet juniberries.

Like something in her has cracked, Katie cries in Allura’s hold, great heaving sobs that shake her whole body until she hurts, until she feels like she’s cracking, like she’s splintering along the fragments of her bones, spine cracking in half and splintering her into a thousand pieces. Allura tightens her hold, but Katie is sure that she’s going to fall to pieces anyway, a billion of them, impossible for Allura to hold together.

“It always hurts worse on days like this. I know. I know, asteraki.”

The reminder only makes her sob harder. Of course Allura knows — Allura has lost everything. Everyone she has ever known, every person she loved, her home, the flowers that grew under her window and the the sounds of Altea around her. She has so little left of home.

“It’s not fair,” Katie chokes out, barely making out the words. “I want my mom.” She sobs again, a broken, wailing sound, the sound of the wounded and dying, the sound you would hear with the smell of the freshly turned dirt of a grave. “I want my brother. My dad. I want my family back.”

Allura’s hands shake on the back of Katie’s head. Her voice cracks as she speaks. “Me, too.”

Katie has no idea how long they cry. At some point they slide to the floor, holding onto each other, tears smearing their faces and lungs aching from the pain of their grief. Neither of them moves when their tears run out, eyes dry up, muscles cramped and aching. They sit together, sniffling, holding their grief inches in front of them, stifling in Katie’s small ensuite washroom, crouched in front of the sink.

The sounds of footsteps are quiet, at first. Muffled voices are harder to mistake. The creak of Pidge’s door even more distinctive.

“Gremlin?” Lance calls, softly. A muttered really, Lance? goes ignored. “Everything groovy?”

…Groovy?

Pidge is hurting. Undeniably. But the shock of Lance’s dumbass sentence is so — her laugh is sudden, startling, making a bubble of snot burst out of her nose and setting Allura right off. By the time the rest of the team files into the already-cramped bathroom, it’s to the sight of the Leader of the Coalition and her Green Paladin, eyes red and irritated, cheeks tear-streaked, laughing each other hoarse.

“Sounds like a party,” Shiro says, smiling as he plops down on the floor. The rest of the boys follow, flopping about and elbowing each other several times (with the exception of Coran, who manages to sit quite gracefully).

“A bit of a pity party,” Allura explains, trying to get herself under conte. “We’re laughing now because Pidge snot-bubbled.”

The look on Hunk’s face sets them off again.

“Gross,” he says, but he’s smiling.

“Definitely a little,” Pidge agrees. “Someone pass me some tissue paper?”

Lance, closest to the roll, hesitates. “Do you promise not to throw it at me when you’re done with it? I’ll scream. I don’t care how sad you are.”

Pidge and Allura glance at each other. They could do with seeing Lance screech. A quick look at Keith’s smirk confirms he wouldn’t mind, either.

“Promise,” they both lie at the same time.

Lance, who is chronically trusting and endlessly gullible, passes them both a bunch. They quickly wipe their faces and, without coordinating or anything, pause for just long enough that Lance lets his guard down, then chuck the dirty, snot-filled tissues at him at the same time.

As promised, his shriek is so shrill they actually can’t hear it.

He lunges for the doorway of the bathroom immediately, kicking poor Shiro in the head on his way out, cussing up a storm as he goes. The rest of the team promptly loses their whole shit.

“You shitheads! You gall-brained jackasses! You complete and utter fucking scallywags! I’m returning your fucking birthday present, Pidge, and Allura, I’m keeping the mice forever! I hate you two!”

The mention of her birthday sends a twinge of pain through her chest, but the completely incensed look on Lance’s face is enough to keep it at bay. She hasn’t seen him so mad since she broke his hair straightener right before they had to go to a gala (where Lance was partnered up with Keith, although he’d rather shoot himself in the brain than admit that’s the real reason he was so pissy about it. But Pidge knows. She heard him bitching to Kaltenecker about it, and also she has a fucking working human brain and two eyes that can see, and Lance is not subtle).

“Best birthday present ever,” Pidge sighs, wiping a tear from her eye — a happy one, this time. She considers flicking it at Lance, but holds herself back when she realizes he might return her birthday present for real. Today has been kind of shitty, so far, but not shitty enough to forgo presents.

“What happened, dear?” Coran asks quietly, once they’ve all calmed down (and Lance has convinced him to switch spots so that he’s closest to the exit should any more…incidents occur).

Pidge sullens, a little, glancing down at her knees. It takes her a long moment to speak, but the rest of the team waits patiently for her.

“Matt said he was going to build a working particle accelerator with me on my fifteenth birthday,” she says quietly.

Keith is the first to soften, reaching over and squeezing her hand. “Your dad made a promise too, I’m guessing?”

She thought she was out of tears, but a new one gathers at the corner of her eye, burning a hot trail down to the tip of her nose, dripping onto the tiled floor. It’s so quiet that she can hear it plop.

“Yeah.” She sniffles. “He and Mom —” her voice cracks on her mother’s name, guilt making her stomach clench — “had something planned. They wouldn’t tell me what, just promising that it was going to make me smile for a month.” Her face crumples. “I’ll never know, I guess.”

Allura’s hand finds it’s way back to Katie’s back, rubbing it gently, soothingly.

“You’ll find out,” she assures.

Hunk hums in agreement. “It might take a while, but you’ll find out.”

Pidge wants to fight that, a little. They’ve been in space a whole year now, and she’s found absolutely nothing. Zilch. Not even a single lead that hasn’t been a dead end. Why should she believe them? Why should she believe that anything will be fixed, that her family is anything but dead?

But…they’re all looking at her so lovingly. So supportively. Even Lance, who she just harassed a little. All of them have soft, encouraging smiles on their faces, cramped with her here on the bathroom floor because she couldn’t stand on her own.

“Okay,” she agrees, barely above a decibel, but her team as no trouble hearing her. They all grin at her; Allura’s marks glowing, Coran’s moustache twinkling, Lance’s brown eyes shining, Hunk’s dimples showing, Keith’s crooked incisors peeking out, Shiro’s scar creasing. All of them smiling at her as proudly as they do when they fight off a Galran fleet. Like she is of equal measure to that, to them.

Happy birthday to me, she thinks to herself, and for the first time today she thinks it truly might be.

#i might be on break but if y’all thought i was skipping pidge’s birthday ur tripping #HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIDGE!!!! #vld #voltron #pidge #pidge holt #team as family #allura #princess allura #pidge & allura #pidge & lance #klance #brown-eyed lance #pidge angst #hurt/comfort #grief #my writing #fic #longpost #did i do that whole part at the end to have an excuse to tag brown-eyed lance? #…possibly.

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Please do let me know if anyone else has done an analysis of this already as I’m sure it would be more detailled (and coherent), but I wanted to look at the immediate presentations of heaven and hell in the first episode of Good Omens and how they are both made pretty uncomortable.

While the set design of heaven is pretty cold and uninviting, it doesn’t neccessarily feel openly hostile from some people’s perspectives. Instead, I think they show how weird heaven is through the choice of lens:

They use a pretty wide lens throughout most of the scene- definitely under 50mm and probably under 35mm (I guess 18-24). For those who haven’t been cursed with Technical Film Knoweldge this sort of causes the same effect as those pictures you may have seen when people use the ‘0.5′ lens on a phone to take a close picture of a person’s face. We feel really close to the actors, like we are practically breathing in each others’ faces.

Different lenses cause different types of warp(?) on an image- to my very basic understanding a wider lens (18-35ish) makes faces look thinner and unnatural, while a closer lens (50+) makes faces look wider and closer to how we view them with our eyes. I use this information to console myself when I don’t like how I look in pictures- it’s probably the type of lens.

This wide angle lens also helps heaven to look really empty:

Aziraphale (and his surroundings) are squished thinner to show the rest of the surroundings which makes heaven seem so much more vast.

Typically you may hear that placing the camera at a low angle makes the characters in the shot seem more powerful, but I wouldn’t necessarily say this is true for either of the two wide shots here. Instead, it just feels uncomfortable, as if the audience is watching from a little too far back, and from a weird perspective.

To summarise, heaven may look clean and smiley, but the wide lens and low angle makes the characters seem warped and off-putting, even if the audience can’t put their finger on it.

Hell, on the other hand, immediately looks hostile.

The flies, the low saturation (~absence of bold colours), the cold greenish tint of lighting. Gross.

In this instance, however, a closer lens is used. I presume something like a 50mm? This is a lot closer to what our eyes see naturally and a more typical lens to use for these types of shots, so we (the audience) are more accustomed to this sort of visual language.

The camera is virtually at eye-height from the start of the scene as well. It’s just a lot more comfortable to look at, even if the costumes/set depicted are a lot more slimy.

I just found it really interesting how both heaven and hell have a comfortable aspect, and an uncomfortable aspect. It sort of drives home the themes about greyness- it would be almost hypocritical to introduce heaven with relatively comfortable colours, set, and cinematographical language, and to introduce hell with gross colours, set, and cinematographical language.

They don’t stick to this throughout the whole season, possibly for good reason possibly not (ie I haven’t made up a reason for it yet) but I thought the attention to detail in this introduction was really cool!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens s1 #gabriel good omens #heaven good omens #hell good omens #neil gaiman #long post #cinematography