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rinbowaman · 3 months

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WHAT IS UR OPINION ABT THIS HEE😣😣😣 He is so attractive!!!! and the ERGHH BICEPS💪💪💪 IM REALLY WEAK WHEN IT COMES TO THIS🧘🧘

btw how are U😁

Warning; extreme non/dub con content below. This is a little one shot within the TO series (ongoing) I would highly recommend you read the chapters of TO (The Otherside) before reading this, otherwise you might just get confused. This is heavy duty yandere love. Mentions of murderer/serial killer (if you know…you know).

You threw everything you could grip your hands on. Smashing all of his collectables on the floor, you rampaged his entire studio apartment and tore everything in sight. What else was new? You snapped…again.

“Are you done?” He asks as he stands with his arms crossed, not even bothered by the amount of damaged you had just caused.

You breathe out heavy pants as he smears away the glistening beads of tears from your cheeks. Why did he have to do this to you? Why can’t he just let you go? Why did he have to do all those terrible things, yet claim it is all out of his unyielding love and affection? Is being forced on and contained away from the world really love? You don’t know anymore. It’s been so long since you saw fresh faces, and heard different voices, apart from his friends; the cannibal and the rapist. You fell into a state of hopelessness and gave in, even after jumping back and trying to fight it once more. But just as usual, he stands tall and defiant, with that damn smirk on his face. He knows he will win at the end. The man who saved you from being butchered by your original captor, has become the one who holds the key to your freedom and the life you once had. He, your savior, he took it all away from you. You don’t know which one is the lesser of two evils. After being forced upon time after time, hearing his whispers of love and obsession as he grunts in your ear and pounds into you relentlessly and making you scream, not out of fear or hatred…you wish it were that. Instead, he made you scream out of pleasure and yearning for more. He made you desire for more of it, and when after each session was finished, you fell into a state of regret and hated yourself. You hate yourself for caving in and holding on to him as he finished off deep inside your body while he tenderly kisses you, taking full advantage of your mind and soul being lost and confused from the isolation. You don’t even know who you are anymore. What can be done? Other than to oblige by his words. You finally give a slight nod as you started to sob once more.

“Good.” He merely responds as he chuckles, stroking his thumb over your quivering lips as he affectionately shushes you. “You’re just tired. Don’t worry, we’ll get a house with a nice yard for you to play in. You just need some air.”

A yard? A funking yard?! Why does he do this to you? Can’t he see that this was so wrong? Why is he being so blind and nonchalant?

“I love you.” He cuts your thoughts mid way and presents you his hands forming a heart shape. “I love you so much. Nobody is going to hurt you or try and take you away. I won’t let anyone do harm to you, okay? Now…”

He wipes your tears and shushes your lips once more. “I’ll take you outside for some air, maybe even get you a treat…but you have to be good and calm. You know the rules baby. You going to be a good girl? Hm?”

You begrudgingly nodded. He won…like always. What could you do? Even when he took you out, there was no chance of escape, not with his cunning little gadgets he had custom made to keep you connected to him, or tracked. God forbid if you started to cry or scream out for help, the first time he took you out, roughly three months in your captivity, you made the dire mistake of trying to reach out to a local police officer, in which Heeseung effortlessly dismissed as he lied to the officer and claimed he had just picked you up from the hospital and that you were feeling the affects of some narcotic medications. He proved it by cunningly having a forged prescription already in hand. He already knew and planned for anything you may have had up in your sleeve, that slick bastard. After providing the false prescription to the officer, you paid for your mistake regretfully. He left you in a sealed room and darkened room for days, maybe even weeks. Each moment he came to check on you, it was to bend you over on his lap to spank you, but not in the way that may seem alluring. You were in so much pain, the sting was unbearable, thank God there weren’t any marks, though he made sure of that since he didn’t want to ruin your pretty little skin, just wanted you to understand the pain of you breaking the rules. If it wasn’t the spanking, it was him using his little toys on you, causing you extreme pain from overstimulation as he repeatedly tied you up and fiddled with your cavity until the soreness caused you to cry out and apologize.

He grabs your jacket and places it over your shoulders. “It’s a little windy babe.” He smirks once more. “Let’s go out for a walk, and get you a pastry. After that we’ll come home and clean you up, and if you’re still good we’ll watch a movie. Would you like that?” An eerie smile forms on his heart shaped lips. You step back out of fear as his eyes darkened and his laugh grows louder and malicious. Oh no…not that….anything but that side of him. For a moment, through his calm demeanor you forgot the real side of your savior.

“Let’s come back and watch a movie, I’ve got so many homemade films baby.” His wicked countenance hinted at what those films were. He made you watched them before…the films of when he brought you here and raped you, yet you succumbed to the pleasures and begged him to keep going. You hated those films, yet he loved watching and pointing out how you were desperate for him to keep going. “Let’s watch them snd listen in to how you kept begging for my dick to scramble your insides. Maybe it will get you wet enough so we can make another one.” He tugs on your waist as you try to peel yourself away. “Yes baby. You love it when I fuck you and bounce you on it. Don’t you?”

“No!!”

He begins to tear your blouse apart. “You love it when I suck on your tits and lick your neck.”

“Stop!! No!! Don’t!!!!”

“You love it when I make you cream on my dick.”

“Noooooo!!!!! Stop!! I don’t want this!!! Let go! Stop!”

………………

*squeak squeak squeak*

“Ugh! Ffffff-uck!”

“Yeah? You fucking like that baby?”

“Mmmmm….!”

“You want me to go in deeper?”

“Uuuuuugh…!”

“Say it, you beautiful bitch.”

“D-deep…deeper!”

“Yeah? That feel good y/n?”

“Y-yes!…oh God yes…”

“Come here baby, let’s fuck you harder.”

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines

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gummyfang · 8 months

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♡♡♡ | ˗ˏˋ SUBORDINATION ´ˎ˗

➳　【 D a r t h　V a d e r　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

❧ Warnings: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 / 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐥

[ 2.3𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i get it we all love ani but regrettably my ass fell for the bald evil chicken nugget instead. people dont write for DV enough sooo here i am <3 though he doesnt take off the mask sos pretend its anakin if u like. please note this is half written to force myself through writers block so this isnt the quality i usually write but its gotta do it

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

“This– This is highly unprecedented, Lord Vader.”

Your voice pushed itself out of your lungs in quivers and breaths, unable to stabilize itself against your pulsating nerves. If you’d had half a mind to speak from a place of rationality, you would have known that the inkling of a suggestion you were speaking against the Sith Lord provided enough reason for him to squeeze every ounce of life out of your limp body and toss it to the ground.

Lucky for you, he had different plans for your body.

Though the dark opaque lenses obscured his eyes from your view, you could practically feel his golden gaze pierce through your body. The burning sensation stirred and prodded at your core. He already had you in his stern grasp, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Your protests are merely performative. You have done nothing but bring this situation onto yourself.” Although the robotic vocoder neutralized his tone, the sneering intent of the comment was not lost on you.

And he was right.

Here you were, sitting sprawled out in his lap, your legs loosely wrapping themselves around his hips as you straddled the taller man’s lap. Your hands clutched onto the coarse fabric covering his robotic upper arms, as if you might topple over if you didn’t stabilize yourself against him. You hardly had any status to speak of, your role within the hive of the Empire negligible when compared to the Lord you were pressed up against. And yet, when being seated in this position, looking up at him like you were a pet, it felt like whatever dignity you had left was crumbling right before your eyes.

This was bound to happen. Probably, at least. Hums and whispers drifted around the corridors of the ship about the extent of Vader’s capabilities. Everyone knew of his unorthodox method of execution, although the less physical nature of his power was shrouded in rumor.

In your own defense, even if you had believed the word that he could hear thoughts as if they were spoken, you’re not sure if you could have controlled your train of thought around him regardless. Your attraction to the Sith Lord was loud and bold, overtaking the clarity of your mind whenever you found yourself around him. The only feeling that rivaled your lust was your shame. It ensured you kept your mouth shut and your attraction under lock and key. You knew damn well that any kind of disrespect could get you killed, letalone this.

Unlucky for you, secrets were hard to keep from Lord Vader. On top of that, your thoughts just happened to be damn loud. Whenever Darth Vader found himself near you, his own mind flooded with your filthy imaginations effortlessly. At first it wasn’t something he acted upon. Mainly because he wasn’t entirely sure what he would do about it. To respond to these matters meant acknowledging them, and Vader found himself unsure of whether or not he wanted to do so.

But the more Vader was exposed to those indecent thoughts, of how you yearned for his fingers to slip between your folds, for his gloved fingers to drag in and out of your soaked cunt deliciously, the more he found those thoughts becoming his own. The more powerful the urge to take in the view of your meek body beneath his own, and the more he was overtaken by the need to mold your body to his touch like clay.

And the more you exposed him to your mind with your mere proximity, the more he’d started to consider indulging in your mutual fantasies. You’d grown somewhat careless, deeming the rumors to be just that, your curiosity drawing you closer to him when it was just the two of you. Before you’d realized, you were pulled into his grasp.

You swallowed thickly, shame and sheer embarrassment forming a lump in your throat. Was this punishment? No, it couldn’t be. Lord Vader’s methods of punishment were much more cruel, more direct. And although your mind struggled to accept it, it left you with little guesses as to what his intentions could be. Still, even when his fingers were tracing your ribs up and down as if he were counting them, your mind desperately sought for the verbal confirmation.

“But- why?”

Your words vented out between your lips in hot puffy breaths as Vader’s fingers ghosted over your clothed chest. His touches lacked experience, but were laced with intent under his watchful gaze.

“You are feigning ignorance.” he scoffed, his hands firmly settling onto your waist. He’d made it clear he wasn’t going to tell you what you already knew. All you could do was whimper quietly as his hands dipped down, wasting no more time as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants and started tugging the fabric down.

You lifted your hips obediently, allowing him to proceed. Vader wasted no time with discarding the dark piece of clothing before firmly yanking you back against his own body. You couldn’t hold down a yelp as your skin met the cold, hard material of his armor. The dark mask tilted to the side, and for a moment you could swear he was amused by how easily you folded under his touch.

In this position, pressed up against him so closely, you swore you could feel everything. The sound of your own blood rushing in your ears was only overpowered by the artificial noises of his suit steadily compressing and decompressing, the hot air venting against your bare skin. You could feel the biological remnant of his upper leg flex against your clit, causing you to freeze up slightly with a soft whimper.

But most of all, though the sight was obscured from you by those red-tinted lenses, you felt that golden stare piercing through you. Was he enjoying this? Was any of this genuine? Or was this just a cruel game of subordination? “You concern yourself with the specifics of the situation too much. This is what you wanted, no?”

It was like each of his words filled and pulled at the crevices of your mind. You’d heard of the Sith’s methods in altering people’s thoughts and ideas, but despite your lack of sensitivity to the Force, it did not feel like that’s what he was doing. No, Vader was simply exploring. Using what he found to guide you in the directions he wanted you to go. And, to be frank, you were more than eager to follow.

Your tongue stuck to your palate dryly as you opened your mouth slightly, soft yet nervous breaths fogging up his dark armor, and Vader took your silence as an invitation to continue. Even if you did have any genuine complaints, he surely would have been aware of them by now.

The fabric of his gloved hand dragged coolly against your skin, having found its way beneath your uniform and simply discovering the dips and shapes of your body. With every touch, your nerves seemed to crackle. You cursed yourself for being so sensitive, so nerve-wrecked.

His thumb presses down on the small gap between two of your ribs, tracing its way down before stopping at your thigh. Despite his movements lowering towards your aching center of arousal, his helmet never seemed to dip down. His line of sight remained transfixed on you, your expressions, your feeble attempts to keep your feelings under control.

A thick silence where nothing happened had suddenly overtaken the situation. Where everything had previously been so overwhelming from the Sith Lord’s probing and prying at your mind and body, suddenly the stagnant mechanical breathing was all you could hear.

As you would soon learn, this silence was just the calm before the storm.

The blood flow ringing in your ears seemed to grow a little louder. External hums and buzzes weighed down on you, as if the air permeating through the room had grown thicker.

Vader’s hands still hadn’t moved. His hand remained right where it was, the leathery texture of his glove just barely grazing your bare skin. And yet you could feel him. Further down. Touching you.

Your mouth fell open in a soundless gasp as an electric, buzzing pressure built itself up against your clit. You could feel the pressure dip between your folds, teasingly circling around the area you wanted to feel it in most, before dragging its way back up.

Whining softly, you let your head drop down until your forehead rested on the Sith’s shoulder, sucking in a few uncertain, shaky breaths. The pressure was firm, overwhelmingly so, but not enough for it to hurt. Vader seemed to have flawless control over how he wanted to touch you.

He finally managed to wrench a loud whine from your throat when you could feel his Force touch suddenly drag over your clit roughly. But this time, his touch did not dip back down. The pressure started to circle around the little bud, lingering in the places that would draw the loudest noises from you.

It was an indescribable sensation. The buzzing pleasure reached deeper than your fingers, or any other man had ever accomplished, for that matter. It almost felt like the sensations were reaching down deeper inside you. Hell, for all you knew, they were. The only thing you did know is that if he kept going like this, your orgasm would come crashing down within minutes.

“Your resilience isn’t quite what you have made it out to be in your mind.”

Vader’s words snap you out of the pleasured stupor you were losing your mind to. Though his modulator would have cut out any sneering lilts to his tone of voice, the comment almost sounded like more of an observation. Your mind was likely betraying things in the moment that even he hadn’t been aware of before this point.

Your eyes look up at him, pupils blown out and lips parted. His gaze remains fixated on you, the invisible touches never faltering in tempo or intensity.

One of his hands was hovering above your thigh. The muscles in his fingers and the back of his palm were contracted, slightly curled, only slightly strained to keep you in his grasp. His other hand suddenly began moving up, and you soon felt the cold leather covering his fingertips brushing over your cheek. Four of his fingers rested on your cheek and jawbone, as he rested his thumb on your bottom lip.

At this point, your consciousness had abandoned you. All your mind could think about was him, and the pleasant vibrations between your legs. Without giving it a second thought, you slid his digit between your lips. The leather left a musky taste in your mouth, but you were too fucked out to care. Vader pressed his thumb down on your tongue, leaving you sighing out of your nose contentedly.

“Obedient little pet,” he hissed in a low tone.

The wrist of his other arm twisted a little. Neither your mind nor your body could have ever prepared you for the sensations that invaded your senses mercilessly.

Out of nowhere, the pressure had multiplied. Moved. Dear Maker, the feeling was deep inside of you now. Your eyes shot wide open as you almost bit down on his finger. Thankfully you had half a mind not to do so, remembering exactly whose lap you were sprawled out on.

“Do not stop.”

His command was harsh, a threat lingering behind his voice. You whimpered, fat tears sticking to your lashes as you continued sucking on him meekly, trying to stabilize your breathing.

The ever present tugging at your clit had been a lot to handle, having you teetering on the edge. This new sensation was on a whole new level. The vibrations deep inside you were harsh and unforgiving, brushing your cervix and leaving your pussy fluttering around the hot emptiness the Force left in its wake.

The pressure rammed itself against your gummy walls until it curled itself against that sensitive little spot. Your body tried to lurch forward with a harsh cry, but Vader’s grip on your jaw suddenly tightened painfully. He was keeping you right where he wanted you, where he could see all of your reactions to how he was bending your body to his very will.

You choked out a sob, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the pain, the vulnerability of it all.

The Sith finally removed his digit from between your lips, thumb instead brushing over your cheek in an almost tender manner. The slew of soft cries and pants sounded heavenly to him.

As the Force continued to abuse that gummy spot deep inside your cunt, you couldn’t hold on much longer. You cried out as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, your pussy clenching down harshly around nothing as you felt the slick drip between your legs. Each aftershock had you forgettinghow to breathe, the pressure coaxing you through each pleasurable wave of your orgasm until you were lost in it.

But as your high gradually came to an end, you realized that the movements inside you had not. Far from it. The swirling pressures had started to accelerate, moving even more roughly, bruising your insides. You found the strength to lift your head, looking at him with a questioning tearful expression. His respirator cycled a few times before you heard what you could swear was a chuckle.

“You think this is over, little pet?” he sneered. “It is only over when I say it is.” You felt a particularly rough pressure against your G-spot, making you sob loudly in overstimulation. Vader leaned over, lifting your chin so he could observe every detail of your precious, ruined face.

“You really shouldn’t ask for things you can’t take.”

𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

@jellydodger

#star wars #gummyfang #darth vader x reader #darth vader #star wars x reader #♡.nsfw #♡.mlw #darth vader smut #star wars smut #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader

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aziraphales-library · 10 months

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Hello! I love what you do here! Your blog has been my number one guide to find good fanfics!

I wanted to ask if you could help me here. I recently read a fanfic with naga!crowley who was in some tower he couldn’t get out and he wasn’t himself. Azi found him there. It sounded very cool but had quite a bit adult content. I feel rather uncomfortable with sutch thing and wanted to know if there are any other fics with the same idea but no adult content and please no human AU’s. could you help me with that? Already a big thank you for this blog <3

Hi! Your description gives fairytale/fantasy vibes, so I hope these are the kind of fics you were after...

A Demon's Guide to Love and Curses by cyankelpie (G)

(Crowley has been cursed by a witch, cut off from his powers, and trapped in serpent form. Only a True Love’s Kiss can restore him to his former self. There’s just one problem: demons can’t fall in love.)

“So what’s your plan?” Crowley said at last, sounding resigned. “You want me to ssslither into town, find some random human, and see if I can fall in love with them? And get them to fall for me?”

“Goodness, no. That would never work.” Aziraphale crossed the floor and pulled his cloak off the coat stand. “My plan is to take you into town, and then, together, we’ll find someone for you to court.”

The Prince and the Serpent by IneffableDoll (G)

The witch’s expression was downright evil. “You’ve heard of True Love’s Kiss, haven’t you?” Anthony stared at her. If he’d had eyebrows instead of being a snake, they’d have touched his hairline. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” ~ This is a magical rom-com about an idiot besotted snake and an idiot besotted prince very loosely inspired by The Princess and the Frog, what do you want from me?

The prince and the snake by Lost_In_Wonderland12 (G)

The kingdom of gold got a prophecy long ago about the youngest child of the king weilding a flaming sword and the king waited expectantly for this child for years until finally the worthy one was born. His last child, Aziraphale, his knight. Fast forward to years later after the death of the king, his oldest son Gabriel has since taken the throne and has no hopes for his youngest brother. That is until a cursed man, a sorcerer if you will, with snake like eyes starts becoming a slight problem. He messes with the roads, terrorizes children, sets snakes loose in barns, and Gabriel does not like him one bit.

So he asks for an audience with the snakelike man who asks for something unusual in return for staying out of trouble. A companion, and a willing one at that. No one steps forward except for Prince Aziraphale, who is whisked away with the promise that he can visit. What will come of this?

A Familiar Bond by ChubbstheFish (T)

There is a reason witches are warned not to summon demons. The sleepy town of Tadfield was supposed to be peaceful, a town full of witches practicing their craft without worry of outside persecution. At least it was until someone let a demon loose. But local bookshop owner and garden enthusiast Aziraphale doesn't really care about all that nonsense, not when he has just acquired a new friend and companion in the shape of a Familiar. Crowley just wanted to head back home. But that's getting harder to do now that he's gone and gotten attached to a certain witch, which is bad since he does not want the pure-hearted man to be corrupted by his mere presence.

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan (M)

AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

Choose Your Princes Wisely by ZehWulf (T)

“There’s an enchanted castle West in the Hellian slopes, and apparently it comes with a prince looking for a bride or bridegroom to free him from a dark fae’s curse.”

“I see,” Aziraphale says finally, when he realizes both Gabriel and Uriel are staring at him expectantly. “You want me to marry a beast?”

Gabriel's mouth flattens. “I want you to take this gods’ blessed opportunity to secure your family’s future for good."

Aziraphale is a professional quest hero who just wants to sit by the fire and read a book, if his overbearing family will ever let him; Crowley is a serpent demon who needs a gullible hero he can con into gathering some critical ingredients for a human corporation spell. Hijinks and a lot of terribly inconvenient feelings ensue.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fantasy au #alternative universe: fantasy #fairytale #snake crowley #naga crowley #mod d

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noowayybroo · 1 year

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Unfair - Part 4

Because you people are too good to me.

Characters: Albert Wesker + Reader

Warnings: NSFW?? (No sex yET but like it gets a bit sensual???~?~?~/rogvrwg) , no kids here pls this is kid unfriendly playground, deathtraps, potholes, taxes etc. Wesker hypnotises + Brainwashes + TEASES you, Gender Neutral, Dub con?? Forced -> Happy about it (Manipulation ig) VERY slowburn :/ I write too much. Wesker is a LOT softer cuz I don't like meanies, I'M NEW TO RE so idek when this is set. Petnames, generous amounts of teasing, I think I'm getting worse and worse @ writing,

OK SORRY:

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Alone with nothing but humiliation and emptiness, you watch Albert expectantly. What next? Jump up and down? You could do that... Bark like a dog?… Maybe, you supposed. If it were just him watching. Fetch his pen? Much to your shame, you were more than ready for each of these commands. In fact, you were quite sad to not be currently obeying them.

Your only reasoning was that it just felt too good. Each time you'd done as he'd said, you'd felt refreshed, excited and accomplished, much like a well trained dog. Slowly, you accepted your place. Slowly, you began to love your place. Were you a dog? A slave? A pet? You had no idea, but what you did understand very well was that you were his.

Almost entirely unbeknownst to your want for being used, Wesker stood there, watching you. This was all too good, he thought. You're so powerful, so resilient and so strong, and now, he had you all for himself. He could have you on your knees, he could have you filing his papers, answering his phone, cleaning up after him. He could make you do so much for him, and you wouldn't even be able to consider protesting.

How was that for mind bending? He thought proudly, swimming in a pool of deep, murky contemplation. It was so easy for him to do this to you, as would it be for him to hide with the right suggestions nestled snugly into your cortex. So why couldn't he imagine doing it again to someone else? He couldn't be getting second thoughts on his morals. No…

It wasn't wrong… It was just too good.

You, personally, were just too good.

"Please…" You whimper suddenly, slicing the chilling silence like butter and grasping Wesker firmly from his dark, thoughtful lair and wrenching him out into the light.

"Hmm??", he sounds soft, in a trance of his own. A more than dreamlike state. "Please what?"

"Please I.. I want-" An eerie quiet enveloped the laboratory around you once more. You'd have almost worry you'd angered or upset him, if it weren't for the entirely placid expression on his face. Albert genuinely seemed confused, his brows were furrowed.

"What… Would you like?" Your mind was so cloudy, a murky puddle, and no matter how much you dug through the dirt at the bottom, you couldn't find your answer. Instead, more mud and debris clouded the clear waters around you and made it harder to think at all. You were quickly becoming distraught and stressed. You were desperate, you wanted so much but at the same time, couldn't place a finger on a single desire.

"I want you… T-To-" a considerable pause, "I want you…"

Wesker's confused expression dropped entirely and was quickly replaced with one of intrigue. He playfully drew close to your outstretched, needy hands and clasped them in his. He smirks down at you, pouting, "Me?... You want me? Is that so…?" He loved this. He adored your neediness, your clinginess. His breath was hot on your neck, summoning each of your hairs to stand on end at the mere sensation. You found yourself helpless but to nod. You hadn't meant to say you'd wanted him, he'd just cut you off immaturely, but now the suggestion was there, you couldn't help but flush at the apparent truth.

This was dangerous. Something was so addictive about this sensation. Controlled yet… Safe. You felt like he meant you no harm at all. An evil mastermind. Your genetically modified predator… Completely safe…

He wanted to tease you more. Something had been eating at him. Wesker snakes around you until he's flush behind you, his arms trailing around their new perch on your waist, still holding each of your trembling palms. He embraces you, almost as a partner would. It was loving. It was close. It was intimate. Your mind continued to melt, joining your physical body in his coils. And then you heard him- hissing alluringly into your ear:

"I never told you to want me, darling…"

A shiver runs comically up your spine as you jitter against him. You begin to ponder: he hadn't? No. He'd only asked you to enjoy his commands. Nothing else. In fact… The sick man himself probably wanted you to revel in fear and disgust as you obeyed, horrified at your own pleasure. Mind against body. Said sick man was pressed against you still, broad chin resting softly upon your quivering shoulder. It served as a painful remainder that he had you just where he wanted you.

It quickly became a battle of mind against mind. He was correct. He'd never commanded you to enjoy his actions, his voice or his presence. So why did you? Why did the low grumble of his voice excite you? Why did the feel and sound of his rough leather soothe you? Why did the tingling breath of a man who surely did not deserve to breathe please you?

Why were you so eager to let go for him?

"I expected you to hate this. You were meant to writhe under my touch and seethe at my voice…" he leans into you more, letting go of your hands and embracing your waist strongly as your digits rest on his forearms, clutching instinctively. "…But you enjoy this. You like my hands on you... You need my attention." His voice oozes with delighted self-loving. His hand rises to his chin to stroke it, trapping your torso against him firmly. "Could that be why you've been so obsessed with me? A little crush, perhaps…?" Wesker pouts, nipping playfully at your ear before pulling away to marvel at how you tense in response to his words.

Rage and humiliation breed deep within you, threatening to emerge in some form of outburst, which to Wesker would no doubt appear pathetic. "It's okay!" Wesker giggles almost, proud of his mastery of your emotions "I know, I know… I'm a 'hideous, terrifying man', you're probably thinking, and you'd 'never like me' blah blah blah.. I understand…" He soothes, your emotions dying down again, for once to your relief. "But... that was then, and this is now... and I'm no therapist but I think you feel something for me, right?" Even you, yourself weren't sure but you certainly didn't think there was any pure reason or intent for Albert to ask you such a thing, so you remained silent.

"If not for me, then for this little situation you're in. I'm right, aren't I? You silly little thing. You enjoy it, don't you? You enjoy being made to do as I say. You enjoy surrendering your thoughts and feelings to me, don't you? For me to do with as I please..." Blood rushes to your cheeks, reddening you. It's hard to think, but even in your mindless state, and to your shame, you recognise that he's correct. Unless this is some insanely well-done gaslighting, unless he's already planted those content, submissive feelings in your brain and made you forget about it, then he was right. You enjoyed it. "You don't need to stay silent." He coos, watching you expectantly with those predatory orbs, "That's another thing I never asked of you..." His voice trails off into mock innocence. He knows exactly what he's doing.

One deep inhale later, you feel ready to say something that a rational you would perhaps never disclose, especially not to Albert Wesker: "It... feels okay... It feels safe." Your voice leaves you in a shaky whisper, and it warms you how Wesker seems to fall entirely silent to listen to each syllable, each small sound you make. He seems to be revelling in your mixed emotions, and you wonder if his intentions are more considerate or corrupted. Albert takes your silent thinking as a good chance to pipe up once more, and to partake in his newfound hobby: 'tease Y/N'.

Wesker had released you, pacing around a little as he listened to you say your piece, but once you were done, he drew in again, like a dancer at some regal Ball, grasping you firmly, yet supportively, as if you'd buckle at any second before him. On second thought, you probably would with the next words he intended to bully you with.

"You're not safe at all... I could do whatever I want with you, because you are wrapped right. around. my. finger.", his index rises, and your eyes follow it as it comes to rest on your throat, breath hitching as his uroboros snakes out to taste at you once more, tickling your goose-bumped skin. "But you don't mind, do you?", Wesker asks as he bows, levelling his face perfectly with yours, captivating your doe-like eyes once more.

Headlights - burning red ones.

His voice becomes a low purr, gushing with seductive animosity "You like being mine. You love doing what I say." Albert continued to bombard you with lines such as these, each time becoming more cruel and confident in his words, but not before pausing to take in the way you quivered, and the way you contorted as his tone washed through you.

"It's a shame, really. So smart, so brave, and now look at you. Mindless, obedient, weak..."

"Nothing but a play-thing. A toy. You're all mine... mine to use."

"You'll do anything for me, won't you, little doll? Aww... Poor you. Of course you will! You can't help it! ...Pathetic little puppet..."

"Ah yes, puppet, puppet, puppet...", he seems to ponder, "A puppet on a string, and when I pull-"

The dark figure takes a long stride from you now. Impossibly far, impossibly fast, as though he had teleported, now standing meters away from you. The sudden movement sent your sore head spinning. His degrading almost felt complimenting. You felt grateful to hear the truth, and so, to lose him so suddenly sent you spiralling into upset.

When your pleading eyes caught his beckoning hand, calling you towards him, your body could not help but oblige. Your master was calling you before him, a generous offer that you could not refuse. Initially, your legs moved on their own, scarpering towards him at speed, the seconds between you and your saviour captor feeling like minutes, hours even. That was, however, until you tripped. Your foot caught on something and sent you plummeting through the air, still focused on Wesker, in a trance.

You watch his face, whilst he watches you fall to the ground.

Your landing is not painful, nor does it bruise or graze at your skin. In fact, it's soft. Soft and... moist. You were fortunate that Wesker was a quick thinker, for had he not been, his Uroboros would not have been able to cushion your fall as it had. The sleek tentacles writhe beneath you in response to your touch, especially as you do your best to scramble to your feet. You planned on thanking him profusely as soon as you reached his side, but were surprised to feel your feet lift from the floor. His limbs had enveloped you now, creeping up between your legs, under your arms, around your chest and waist - everywhere he could grab you, hoisting you into the air.

His feelers squelched and slurped around you as they retracted and coiled, working to gradually, smoothly bring you to him like a spider reeling in its webbed prey. Within seconds you stood before him, a few of his tendrils remaining to support your shaking form. It seemed that you both knew you could fall at any moment, and you couldn't help but think of how considerate he was being. Just as you open your mouth to thank your master, his arms embrace you, hands cradling your cheeks again. You swoon into his delicious touch before he continues:

"When I pull, you follow me... You don't even want to help it, do you?", you see a satisfied smile on his lips as you nod again, leaning your head shyly into the touch of one of his hands, and letting your body rest against his uroboros' snaking form. "You're so obedient... I don't have to speak, you just come running. You're just ready to serve me... You know..." he trails off, leaving his statement unfinished as he pulls you a little closer. You can no longer see his face which instead resides alarmingly near to your neck. You can hear his very breath in your ear, fanning against your sensitive shoulder once more. "It's... almost cute... So innocent... and so obedient. So good for me."

He seemed almost excited, as though unwrapping a present he'd always wanted. The thrill evident in his wide smirk and raised brows, despite how hard he tried to hide it with his not-quite-best stone cold stare.

Wesker sighs, his Uroboros reaching off to one side, only to return with a chair for him to promptly sit down in as he admires you. Still, you can hardly think. Realistically, though, you don't want to. He's not at all vulnerable, he has the upper hand here, even though he's sitting down. I'm standing over him... and that makes him seem so vulnerable. You become upset at these thoughts, as they conflicted with your budding image of your Commander as your protector. He was powerful, much more so than you, and his claim over you only proved that, and as you drop slowly to your knees, Albert can't help but appear... surprised.

He adjusts himself from his slouched position to sit up and look down at you, chuckling a little. He'd certainly been caught off guard, but there was something else. Was he nervous? No, that couldn't be, could it? You'd never felt this way before - so absent minded yet so focused. You wanted him, you needed him, yet you felt completely content alone. In this state of relaxation, thoughts were able to whisper at the back of your mind. They reminded you just who you were a mere two hours ago. You recalled sneaking into his office, you remembered being cornered and petrified, and you remembered having your thoughts robbed from you..

But really, you didn't have it in you to care.

Albert was still evil, but this probably remained the only way you'd get out of things alive. Something reassured you through it all, too, that your new master would protect you. He would care for you and look after you as long as you were good to him and served him well. Really - was that too different from your original role under him? You still knew all of his secrets, in fact you'd just seen most of them up front, but you could no longer picture disclosing them to another soul. That was, unless he'd asked you to, of course. You felt content. You felt warm and fuzzy, and you felt safe. You trusted Wesker, just a little bit (and in a very twisted, manipulated way.) His ego tended to get ahead of him sometimes, prompting him to say things he often shouldn't. And you'd be a fool to forget him calling you "useful." That was right, he needed you.

Surely, he'd keep you around.

...Wouldn't he?

You smile up at him, brain utterly fried as his right hand reconnects with your sizzling cheek. You're in a daze, in a stupor, and you can't help but oblige when he asks you to leave your knees and sit before him, or when he asks you to look up so that he can arrange your hair. You can't fault his command as he asks you to place your hand in his awaiting one, like a dog giving a paw, and you certainly can't refuse his question as he pats your head, firmly yet softly. "So good for me... Tell me, do you like this?"

"I do. I like it.", you lean upwards, eagerly angling yourself back toward his hand after each reassuring touch. Your voice is a mere whimper, everything you do is nerve-packed, worried to upset or disappoint him. After a while, your eyes close and you begin to sway back and forth oh-so-slightly. Your mouth hangs open just noticably and your breath begins to slow. It's long-gone 2am now, and the pair of you are exhausted.

"You're sleepy aren't you? Poor thing", Wesker slurs slightly, trying to conceal his own fatigue. Your eyes shoot open at the sound of his voice, only to see him making 'shoo'ing motions with his free hand, gesturing for you to move away from him. Earnestly, you oblige, clearing away from him on your knees until his hand lifts, flattening into a 'stop' sign.

Your superior sits there for a moment, seemingly contemplating his next actions before, with a soft sigh, pushing away from the chair behind him and slowly lowering himself to sit cross-legged before you. He's met by your excited outstretched hands, which he submits to after a while. Taking his large hand in both of yours, you watch him expectantly for a new command but are met with silence. He just watches you, seemingly waiting for you to do whatever you'd like to in that situation.

After a lot of cautious hesitation, you shuffle onto your side and slowly lay your head down into his lap, still holding his hands tightly, as if scared he might leave you. Staring up into his red eyes, you're anxious. Perhaps he hadn't wanted you to do what you were doing, perhaps he'd become angry at you... Was this a trap too? Your thoughts are dissolved entirely as a small, weak smile forms upon his lips, and a heavy sigh leaves his nose.

It seems you're both too tired to form words. Furthermore, it's quite strenuous to stay looking up into his eyes, no matter how wonderful they are, and so, you close your eyes once more, turning properly on your side now so that you're facing his stomach. You curl up, snuggling and pulling his hand to your chest, but he doesn't seem to retaliate or resist at all, no matter how uncomfortable he might be.

So cute, so pure, Wesker thinks to himself as he begins to pet your head once more, lost in an empty mind. It felt so good to refer to you as a 'toy', a 'puppet' - an 'object', even. However, he could not deny that as a human, as an individual, you were wonderful. He found you beautiful. You were alluring. He had so many wonderful uses for you...

Wesker's eyelids succumb to their heavy sensation, leaning his head carefully back against the lab chair behind him. He'd had no idea that this night would end this way, but had he known, he'd have done it a lot sooner, and perhaps prepared a meal for you.

You're almost asleep now, entirely content in his warmth surrounding you, both physically and emotionally as Albert's Uroboros slithers its way up your legs and torso, coating your arms almost like a knitted blanket. You feel good; safe and secure. You feel ready to fully submit to your superior, and do whatever he may ask of you. In fact, you're excited to do so. And so, you eagerly allow slumber to claim you, the last thing you gather is Wesker's soft voice:

"If you can stay like this for me, forever... I'll never ever hurt you Y/N."

Eventually, unbeknownst to your softly snoring form, Wesker soon joins you in sleep, his laboured stroking of your hair continuing until consciousness abandons him.

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THIS PART WAS SO LONG IDK WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED IT IF YOU WANT ANYTHING PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME IDK WHERE TO GO WITH THIS

sorry, caps.

Guys, is Wesker too soft for you??? If he is, I can make him uh... harder. No wait I mean meaner I swear.

I got... 2 pieces of feedback, and I tried to incorporate those a bit. Your feedback is much appreciated! As are your likes and reposts! I'm so grateful to have someone even tolerate my work! Thank you! <3

If you want something, please ask!

#resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker imagine #albert wesker x reader #hypnotic #re wesker #enemies to lovers #uroboros #resident evil wesker

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sojourners-melancholy · 11 months

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something i’ve noticed recently when watching rgu is that everyone has their own way of perpetuating the systems that hurts them, regardless of whether or not they hate the system itself. specifically wanna talk abt utena here.

throughout the show, the audience is constantly told that the student council’s main goal is to “break the world’s shell” in order to “revolutionize the world.” but what is that really? what is the system that prevents them from “truly being born?”

patriarchy. the answer is patriarchy, aka the world’s shell. and while it might’ve been needed in the past in order to survive, it’s not only not needed now, but will effectively be its end if the world chooses to remain the same.

so why the duels? why the fancy swords and the rose bride? why is all the fighting centered around themes and ideals of masculinity? simple. no one’s got it yet.

no one actually knows what touga means when he refers to the shell, touga doesn’t even really know what he’s saying himself. that’s why it’s so cryptic. of course, the student council definitely understands that there is a specific hurdle keeping them achieving self-actualization, but they don’t exactly know what that is. as a result, they end up aimlessly fighting duels with each other and trying to achieve that perfect ideal of masculinity instead. it’s a lot like how a lot of people (used to?) think that achieving the american dream was the way to escape the exhaustiveness and monotony of capitalism. or how red-pill right-wing podcasters think that becoming a billionaire is the way to “escape the matrix.” but it’s not. if anything, it’s just another way to perpetuate the system.

so where does utena factor into all this? lets go back the beginning.

utena was introduced as tomboyish girl; someone trying to chase the ideals of masculinity, not through achieving femininity, but through becoming a figure of masculinity, a “prince” if you will. so even though she’s not adhering to the expected gender norms per se, she is still trying to fit herself into the system of patriarchy via masculinity.

regardless of her feeling uncomfortable with the dueling/rose bride system, utena still participates in duels by using the sword of dios, the imagined ideal of masculinity, to fight and defeat her opponents in the duels. she still continues to perpetuate the system of patriarchy that she has seen anthy, nanami, wakaba, as well as all the members in the student council, get hurt by. ofc, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t fight back against the dueling/rose bride system; utena still actively tries to view anthy as a person and not just a trophy to be won, another cog in the system.

and ofc this is the same with everyone else as well. i just wanted to make a post specifically about utena bc as the protag, the audience expects her to be different, to have done no wrong (in a sense) because she is noticeably different and as a result is seen as the hero. but rgu isn’t a story about a do-gooder trying to defeat the forces of evil. it’s about someone being pushed to realize the horrors of living in such a pervasive and oppressive system. it’s about someone being trapped in a never ending cycle of hurt and pain that they feel like they have no choice but to perpetuate it in order to break out of it. it’s about realizing that no matter which ideal of gender you choose to abide by, you will eventually be harmed by it in the end.

and utena finally realizes this in the finale. after failing to match that ideal of masculinity that she’s chased for so long, after being backstabbed by the only other person who could’ve understood her struggles as her complete opposite (in regards to the system). she cannot fulfill the role of a prince. no one can.

because in truth, true masculinity—in regards to princehood—is dead. dead in the sense that it’s unattainable, that it is only a mere concept, that it isn’t needed anymore. there is nothing that exists to keep it alive. and in return, it will also bring death to everyone who chooses to abide by its principles.

#veryyyy long post #was about to make a bible ref ngl #utena as jesus metaphor?? possibly?????#rgu spoilers #rgu #revolutionary girl utena #utena #analysis

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bloobluebloo · 3 months

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❤️👻🎁??

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

“Mankind cannot grow wings, so they fly kites instead, and tell themselves that they are soaring.” -Ganondorf being a broody bitch to his kid (I write a lot about kites it's...probably something I should unpack at some point) 👻 What is your wildest headcanon? My wildest headcanon? Probably that Ganondorf is really terrified of clowns. I just googled it and it's called Coulrophobia. It's partially why, when I write Ganondorf interacting with Ghirahim that he tries to dismiss him immediately from his presence because Ghirahim sort of reminds him of clowns. He will use him as needed but that doesn't mean he has to tolerate him. 🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I'm currently very interested in ways that Ganondorf can antagonize Rauru without really trying so hard because he knows that Rauru, just like him, does enjoy having power. Here is an excerpt:

Rauru had more control than this. He should have had more control than this. However, it had become an addictive feeling. This ability to have this man, who he knew to be evil, who he knew had ulterior motives, under his control. He was not foolish enough to believe that Ganondorf felt any true sense of fealty towards him and his kingdom. In fact, he was well aware that the Gerudo chief had his eye on the secret stone. Too often did the man let his gaze linger over them for a moment too long, betraying his desire to acquire such power. Such were the desires of warmongering surface dwellers, Rauru had long surmised. So long as the power of the Zonai remained in his hands and out of the Gerudo chief’s reach, he would continue to remain under his control. Ganondorf, however, seemed to play just as dangerous a game as Rauru. He knew the man was coaxing him, goading him into exercising his power as king of Hyrule over him. It was as if the Gerudo chief was testing him, attempting to see how far he was willing to go with the power of a monarch in his hands. The king’s tent was set at the edge of Hyrule Field, where one of the larger chasms the Zonai had opened was located. The monsters that lived in the Depths had been crawling out, causing chaos across the land he had vowed to set right, to bring peace to. Naturally, having Ganondorf as his right hand man, he dispatched him to help the Hyrulean forces get rid of the menaces. In that moment, as Rauru observed their efforts from his vantage point, he knew deep in his heart that he was way in over his head keeping Ganondorf as close as he did. The man fought like a vicious whirlwind, cutting down as many enemies as several of his men did in one go. He could see the malicious grin on the Gerudo chief’s face, relishing battle and bloodshed as he mowed through monsters as if they were mere annoyances as opposed to being an actual threat. On the battlefield Ganondorf showed his true nature, that of a warmongering warlord that relished his own prowess and bloodshed.

Rauru should have him imprisoned, he knows that. However, he could not justify imprisoning a man who had not outwardly done anything wrong, and had, for all intents and purposes, been agreeable to their treaty thus far. It would make him out to be a tyrant, someone who would not accept anyone who posed a threat to his throne. He was not that type of king.

He just had to keep Ganondorf in line, was that not right? So long as he kept the Gerudo chief close, so long as his eye was always on him, Ganondorf could not do anything.

And that was why he insisted that the Gerudo chief stay in his tent. After all, his right hand man deserved as much protection as the king himself, the Gerudo chief being a king in his own right. (Not that it seemed like he needed any, given the skill he put on display in battle).

As Rauru poured over the map on his makeshift desk, marking the territories they had covered, he could not help the prickle he kept feeling at the back of his neck. Ganondorf’s presence was hard to ignore; he knew the man was watching him intently, most likely donning the infuriating smirk that seemed natural on his weathered face. It was unnerving how capable Ganondorf was of sitting still for hours on end, simply watching, obviously scheming, never uttering a word when Rauru was busy with the affairs of his kingdom. Could the man not look somewhere else for once?

Rauru looked up, meeting the Gerudo chief’s gaze with a frown.

“Is there something you wish to say, Ganondorf?”

#thaaaaanks for the aaaaaaask #bloothots #ganonthots #I mean most of this is about my wife so

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hopelesslonelyghost · 1 year

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Mourning

the bad batch x reader (mostly hunter x reader)

warnings// ‼️SPOILERS FOR S2 FINAL TWO EPS‼️, angst, not beta read! any mistakes found are my fault lmao whoops

word count// 984

a/n at the end of fic!

Something went wrong. So, so wrong. You could have saved him. You could have done what you had always done and reached out for him and a single tug would have saved him. Instead you stood back and just watched. Watched as he shot himself free from the rail line. Watched as he fell alongside the cart.

It was all a blur. You don’t know how it happened but now you were back on Ord Mantell, sitting on the rooftop of some building, looking up at its purple, gloomy sky.

You sighed and closed your eyes, “Oh Master, please forgive me.”

Your mind wandered off to what your Master Plo told you after you ran off so eagerly to join the Clone Force 99.

“Remember, they are more than just a squad. They are more than backup. Keep them safe just like they will keep you safe. You will have each other’s backs and will be there for each other no matter what.”

You remember laughing, “Don’t worry, Master! We’ll be alright!”

You opened your eyes and looked at the stars, “Where did I go wrong? Why-”

A sob wretched its way from your throat and you threw your face into your palms. Ever since the Empire took over, you had to let go of your meditations, had to forget the way of the Jedi, had to let go of the Force.

“I became weak. When did I become so weak?”

It was as the universe was laughing at you. You had lost everything. Your home. Your family. Your friends. Your life. Everything was gone in the blink of an eye. A cloud of darkness surrounds you, and an evil rose. The Empire took over the galaxy and proclaimed itself its dictatorship over many planets. You were defenseless against it and all you could do was run away and hide. To keep low.

In the midst of the chaos, you ran away from your squad, but quickly reunited after you managed to communicate with Tech.

Tech…

New tears slipped from your eyes. He was gone now. Forever.

“I should have done more for you, Tech.” You whispered into the night.

“You couldn’t have done anything, General.”

You turned to look at Hunter, who was climbing up the ladder, making his way onto the rooftop.

You sighed again, “How’s Omega?”

Hunter stopped and leaned against the cement wall that you sat on, “Still unconscious.”

He turned his full body towards you, “How are you?”

You scoffed, “I should be asking you that, Sergeant.”

He hummed. You forgot he hated being called that.

“You know better than to call me that, Hunter.”

“Sorry, force of habit.”

You two stayed quiet for a bit, soaking in the tense silence. You could slice right through it with your lightsaber, if you still had it.

“He-” Hunter swallowed, “He always had a mind of his own. You cannot blame yourself for his decisions.”

“He’s gone, Hunter! This was just a mere decision. He sacrificed himself when he shouldn’t have! I should have caught him!” You buried your face back into your palms.

“You would have given yourself away to the Empire, and you know that.” His hand wrapped itself around your wrist and pulled your arm away. “Tech would have hated to see you get taken away if they had found out that a Jedi had survived and was now running around with a bunch of rogue clones. A target is already on your back, you can’t make it any bigger.”

Sniffing, you tried wiping away your tears to no avail as new ones were already forming, “You are all more to me than just a bunch of rogue clones.”

You turned to look at him, “You guys are all I have left. You’re all my family, Hunter. And to lose one of you is to lose a piece of me. I made a promise to you all, and I’ve failed you twice.”

He squeezed your wrist, “We made a promise to each other. This isn’t just on you. In our defense, we really never did know how to follow orders.”

“I know this may be easier said than done, but we need to focus on who we have left now. Omega needs us. We cannot give up now.”

He was right. She needed you. You could all mourn later once you had settled down somewhere safer.

“We need to go back to Pabu, Hunter. We cannot keep going on like this, not with her.”

You turned around and jumped off the ledge and next to Hunter, “We need to leave the life of soldiers behind. I cannot lose anyone else.”

He nodded, “Understood.” He turned to leave.

“Hunter.” With the sound of your voice he stopped in his tracks.

“If at any point in time, and I mean any, there is an opportunity for me to make things right, I will take it. No questions asked, no ifs, ands, or buts. I’m doing it.”

He turned to face you, eyebrows scrunched up, “What are you talking about?”

You stepped closer to him, taking his hand in yours, “What I’m saying is, if there’s any opportunity to go against the Empire, I’m taking it.”

His eyes softened at the realization, “You’d want to join a rebellion?”

You pursed your lips, “The Empire took everything from me. Almost everything. I can’t just sit back and let it happen to others. It’s not right, Hunter. Right now may not be the time, but I feel it. It’s my calling.”

Hunter sighed, “You were always one with the Force. And it seems it wants to become One again.”

You smiled sadly, “I just want to prepare you, so you know what to do when the day comes.”

“Why does this feel like a goodbye?”

You laughed, “Not yet, Hunter.” You pulled back, “Come, let's go check on the rest.”

“Right behind you.”

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a/n: ah yes, ‘tis I back from the dead. i finished school and i’m pretty much never home and always at work. anyways, i want to write more abt jedi reader. i want to explore her background with tbb but i have no timeeeeee it sucks. i wrote this all within the hour bc i was so SAD WHAT WDYM TECH DIESSSSS

I’m also sick so I might be more emotional than i usually am but that’s okay. it gives fics ✨flavor✨

i’m tired and i should be resting but instead i’m here posting this heh

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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Cannon

Competitions were something that Maito Gai thrived on. Win or lose Gai always felt as though he had accomplished something. Bettered himself in some small way.

So it was understandable that when word reached him about a competition being held throughout all of Konoha to decide on the most popular shinobi, he had to officially challenge his eternal Rival for the top spot.

If he didn’t make the challenge official between them, Kakashi wouldn’t put in any effort. As popular as he was, he simply did not care whether he was beloved or hated, so long as his friends were by his side.

An admirable way to exist most days, but Gai wouldn’t be proud of his win if Kakashi didn’t at least try.

He had hoped that his challenge would spark some energy into his rival, but instead Gai was greeted with a rather blank expression.

“A vote?”

“A vote.” Gai buzzed with excitement even though his friend looked exhausted at the mere idea.

“I don’t know, Gai. Wouldn’t you rather have a race around the village?”

Refraining from reaching out and feeling Kakashi’s forehead for any signs of a fever, Gai instead pointed to one of the posters hanging up on a wall beside them. A poster similar to the one that he had seen proudly displayed inside of the dango shop, though this one had Naruto front and centre while the other had portrayed Sakura instead.

“The village is handing us a competition, Rival,” He watched as Kakashi glanced towards the poster. “How can you ignore such a youthful challenge? To be named the most popular shinobi in all of Konoha would be the highest honour!”

“I’m already the Hokage, isn’t that enough?” Kakashi practically whinned, though anyone else who heard him would claim he sounded board. Gai knew better though.

He knew Kakashi.

That was a whine. A call for help from the man who wanted to do anything but partake in the greatest competition of their lives.

“The winner gets to choose dinner.”

“I already get to choose our next dinner,” Kakashi fired back. “Remember? You lost our handstand competition yesterday.”

If he could forget, Gai gladly would. It had been an embarrassing display on his part, and he would go to his grave refusing to acknowledge that competition.

Even if it was officially Kakashi’s win.

“The loser has to do the winner's chores for a week.” He offered instead, refusing to walk away until Kakashi agreed to take part in the competition.

“A week really isn’t that long.”

“A month,” Kakashi’s eyes widened with shock. “Loser does the winner’s chores for a month.”

“So… if I win-“

Gai could feel the hair’s on his neck standing up. He knew exactly what Kakashi was going to say and he hated it because it was the worst job anyone could possibly end up with. A job that Kakashi was more than happy to do most of the time, if only because no one else was willing to even try.

Even Naruto had begun refusing the job. Offers of free Ramen couldn’t make the great hero of the world pick up a hose and scrub brush and do the job for his old Sensei. “I will give the dog’s baths for a month, yes.”

Kakashi seemed to contenplate his choices, weighing them in his mind while Gai stood there practiclly exploding with excitement.

“The hounds could use some change in the routine, and Bull does like it when you give him his bath.”

“You have to win first, Rival.” Gai reminded him.

“Oh, well that will be easy,” Kakashi responded with a dismissive attitude, which quickly earned him a glare from Gai. “For some reason people like me. I’m not sure why, but they do.”

That was a lot too unpack.

“Alright, we’ll deal with your self-hatred later,” Gai declared, fully intending to keep that promise as soon as the competition was done. “I’m going to win.”

“Are there any rules?”

Gai’s hair stood up on end. A warning that his body had become accustome to giving him over the years whenever he could sense Kakashi thinking up a truly evil plan.

“No cheating.”

“It won’t be cheating,” Kakashi assured him. “It might just be a little… underhanded.”

Gai didn’t like the sounds of that. It was clear to him that Kakashi was scheming. Something that his friend was very good at.

It wasn’t going to win him the competition though.

No matter what Gai could claim victory. After all, he was the kindest shinobi in all of Konoha.

There was nothing that Kakashi could do to beat that. Even his signiture ‘puppy dog eyes’ wouldn’t beat Gai’s yourhful energy. Not if Konoha’s great green beast could help it.

#Maito Gai #Hatake Kakashi #You know I had to XD #Gai’s Birthday Month #Gai’s Birthday Month 2022 #Gai’s gonna put in all this effort to be sweet and helpful #and Kakashi will do his usal thing of helping people #but then on the last day of voting when gai thinks he has won #kakashi’s gonna walk through the village with his mask off XD

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fantasyinvader · 1 year

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The idea that Nemesis doesn't make sense for Claude's final boss gets floated around a bit, people saying Nemesis should have been the final boss for Byleth in SS while Claude should have fought Rhea like he does in GW. But Nemesis does make sense for Claude's final boss, both thematically and because of how Claude is meant to be a foil to Edelgard.

Edelgard is someone who can not handle the truth, clinging to lies and turning her head rather than facing reality. Compare this to Claude in VW, someone who time and time again is said to be not too different from Edelgard but when he's given information that clashes with his views he begins to rethink his stances. Edelgard may or may not actually be related to Rhea, but Claude's the one who sees her as an outsider like himself once he gets her story.

Now, think about it like this. Edelgard claims Nemesis was the hero and her ancestors betrayed humanity, but when you look at what we know about the War of Heroes it's the opposite. Nemesis's genocide caused a lawless era filled with war and bloodshed, and the War of Heroes started when Wilhelm had enough and began to unify the continent to put an end to it. Her ancestors were the good guys, but Edelgard refuses to see the truth and instead becomes the type of person they tried to stomp out. Claude, on the other hand, finds out his ancestor wasn't the hero, they were fighting the same kindred spirit he's now seeing in front of him for the guy who killed her family.

Then we look at what we know about the Elites. They thought they were the ones blessed with sacred weapons according to in-game documents, are said to have fought "evil gods" while viewing the Empire as a bunch of religious zealots that they were liberating the people of the West from. God Shattering Star also makes it clear they thought they were the good guys, yet the class description for King of Liberation makes it clear that Nemesis was lying to them. That saving the people there from tyranny was merely a pretense. They didn't know why Rhea was so mad at them or what Nemesis did to cause it, but they fought with the guy who offered them power if they served him.

(Just like Edelgard)

The fact that Engage makes Nemesis out to be the big bad of Fodlan ultimately shows Houses, and the franchise, was on Rhea’s side. There’s a reason why Edelgard’s boss theme plays during the final battle of CF, SHE’S the final boss. The villain that must be defeated regardless of Rhea setting fire to the city.

Nemesis fits because he ties into Claude's own enlightenment. He's made to confront the lies that Edelgard was poisoned with, to see the truth about the war centuries ago and his own family's involvement in it. To see Nemesis not as a hero but an overglorifed bandit, while rejecting TWSITD's attempts to turn him against Rhea. He does what Edelgard SHOULD have done, but lacked the maturity to do so. He fixes what Nemesis broke, unifying Fodlan under the gentle guidance of a Nabatean while believing Rhea was the protector of Fodlan the devs said she was, and in doing so rethinks how he'll pursue his own goals and ambitions.

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i’m making up siren/mermaid lore bc we have none and canon is a suggestion to me!!!

it’s all over the place but i need to get this all down

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mermaids

mermaids are the umbrella magical race term for both of them, but sirens get their own seat in the ruling council (much like gavin explained how succubi and incubi get their own seats).

mermaids are NOT shifters, but fall more into the spectrum of the vampire’s relationship with magic.

they mainly live in the water, but there are a couple different kinds that live in more amphibious environments, preferring to sun themselves on rocks instead of floating in a reef. mermaids have a call like sirens, but it’s only to attract mates and prey (most of the time, their calls are used ONLY for mates as they’re great hunters)

taking inspo from h2o, best mermaid show you can be turned, tho the process is tedious and quite painful. many don’t go down this route. empowered people wishing to be turned often lose all of their powers, and if they don’t, it’s a mere fraction of what they used to have. for example; a fire elemental becomes a mermaid and loses most of their magic. however, they can warm the water around them and are immune to any underwater vents or volcanos. if an unempowered person turns, they only gain better eyesight and hearing.

to transport a mermaid is similar to transporting aquatic life. this is why the council has their meetings once a year to discuss mermaid-specific issues.

sirens

sirens are shifters! the turning process is far less painful and lengthy than a mermaids. they align more with a wolf shifter’s relationship with magic. able to learn more and empowered people always keep their magic.

a siren’s call is the most dangerous thing about them. they are known to lure whomever for whatever they want. often times sirens are compared to sex demons, since their calls tend to be more lust driven than anything else.

when an unempowered person is turned, they gain better hearing and eyesight, and exceptional illusory beauty. essentially, when they use their call, a person that answers will see their desired partner or “type” or “dream person”. this is similar to sex demons, but sirens don’t physically change themselves. think of it as a funhouse mirror. you, yourself aren’t changed, but the mirror has been warped to change your appearance. that’s illusory beauty. it’s only on when they use their call, otherwise a siren appears as they are normally.

sirens live on land only, but many live in costal cities, as they are particularly fond of the ocean. a water elemental siren may spend more time in the ocean or take a job involving the beach/water.

can sirens and mermaids intermarry and reproduce?

yes! sirens are mermaids, but mermaids aren’t sirens. however, their DNA is similar enough that many half-siren half-mermaid children have been born over the years.

it’s difficult to be in a relationship with each other, as one is water-only, and the other land-only. research has been done to try and shift a mermaid, but results have been disappointing.

how long do they live?

mermaids and sirens are not immortal, contrary to popular belief.

they have an above average lifespan, with mermaids averaging 200 years and sirens living an extra 10 years (data on sirens has been little).

do these races face discrimination?

yes. sirens in particular are always compared to sex demons, and their reputation for luring in people has only amplified that. most sirens don’t use their call for evil, and puberty is an especially hard time for them. calls from sirens in puberty are random and happen uncontrollably. many sirens have been bullied due to their magical race and are viewed with the same disdain as demons. many go incognito and suppress their auras to avoid any potential problems.

#LORE TIME LORE TIME LORE TIME #wait does erik have tumblr? bc i really hope not #i’ll add more but this is just what i’ve been mulling over since i got home from work #redacted asmr #redacted lore #unofficial redacted lore #siren lore #mermaid lore #krush talks #krush makes non-canon lore

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penneferofvenerburg · 1 year

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Honour and Glory (Chapter One)

Taglist: @marytudorbrandon @littlefreya @hertzwritings @blazingmoon62442 @penneferofvenerburg @henrycavillfanfics etc:)

Westminster Palace London England - 1553

It was certainly true that the the Tudor Court could be a little disappointing at times but on the hand it also can be rather thrilling to.

Lady Anne Boleyn was at Court as Lady in waiting to the Real Queen Katherine whom Lady Somerset had deeply attached to Lady Anne had been so heartless towards the Queen that Lady Somerset felt compelled to help.

Honour was one of the things that many of the King's men stood for within the Royal Court of Henry VIII, Lady Somerset was no different she was the cousin of the King and a rival for Anne to gloat over at Suppers with his majesty.

" Charles! May I introduce Lady Y/n Somerset My Irish Cousin"? She was certainly very beautiful. " my Lady! It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance here at Court I have not seen a finer beauty at Court for a while"! Charles smiled as he kissed her hand.

" Your Grace! I hear you're a great favourite of His majesty ... I Thankyou for being there for him"! You reply.

" please my dear lady I am only doing what any old friend would do being there when he should call upon me"! Came his reply.

" Come my Lady"! Charles offered his arm and lead her to the top table to where Lady Anne was sitting at the left hand side of the King, Lady Somerset made her sentiments clear where she was concerned. " you need not look at her ... shes a mere no nobody ... talk with me instead I have some stories to tell you"! Charles chuckled.

Charles gallantly showed Lady Somerset to her chair and poured a goblet of wine. " I Thankyou Your Grace"! Came Lady y/n's reply.

" Charles you must dance with my cousin she is the most accomplished dancer I know"! His majesty said with a smile.

Just then Lady Anne looked at across at Lady Y/n and gave her the evils evidently she was doing a much better job at handling the situation. Lady Jane Seymour was old friend of Lady Somersets.

" Lady Jane! Its wonderful to see you! How is your brother Edward? Is he well"? Lady Y/n asked.

" Why yes his married now ... perhaps you know her Lady Anne Seymour everyone calls nan Stanhope"! Came Jane's reply.

Charles watched Lady Y/n as she caught up lady Jane, with a smile presently on his lips he could not hide it for when he was near he felt his passion for her grow almost immediately. " You have to have Charles"! His majesty jested smiling at him.

" A Dance .... Music"! Ordered his Majesty.

" My Lady.... May I have this dance"? Charles smiled widely, " you may Your Grace"! Came your reply with a degree of more grace than the Kings Mistress ever had.

The Duke lead her onto the dance floor her skirt rustling as she begun to dance with Charles.

" Goodness my Lady! You are the most ampolished dancer I've ever seen"! Charles complimented you.

Lady Anne was whispering to Lady Somersets couin The King " Suffolk seems taken with Lady Somerset"! She whispered.

As th music continued, Anne was becoming increasingly jealous over the newest member of the Court. " Take care my love for she my steal you from me"! Anne Boleyn then whispers to his majesty.

Lady Jane Seymour was also the prettiest at Court, she was very with everyone.

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That evening Supper was over, and Charles Duke of Suffolk escorted Lady Somerset back to her Chambers in the palace on the Western side. Queen Katherine was suffering grievously for sins that Lady Anne had done to her robbing her of a home she had built with her husband for their daughter Princess Mary to grow up in.

" May i escort you my Lady"! Charles smiled as she took hi arm an begun to walk toward her apartment. " I do not think it is wise for you to be here at such a time when his majesty is umm .... focused on her"!, you repiled " Why your grace! Do you suppose they I am too feeble to stand up for myself"? Charles chuckled " Hevens no my lady I just mean that heaven forbid if you were hurt in some way by her I do not trust them"!, " Your Grace you mustn't dislike her surely the King will banish you if you speak against his marriage to Lady Anne"! They walked darkened corridors and you both came to a stop Charles pulled you into a secret part of the palace where often people kiss or make love secretly without anyone noticing.

" Charles what heavens name are you doing"? You asked him aghast. " For the love god! You are truly beautiful and I cannot go another second without kissing you my Lady"! He confessed.

" charles please stop"! You begged

Your plea went unheard and he continued to come toward you, " Your Grace I cannot do this"! You pleaded with him pushing him off. " my lady! I meant what I said I'm sorry if I've caused any harm to you ..... that was not my intention"!

" Goodnight Your Grace"! You curtised before turning to leave.

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The next morning Charles was out walking the gardens alone, when his eye caught sight of Lady Somerset in the Window of her bedchamber.

Lady Y/n Somerset made her way out into the royal gardens where there was a great space of lawn to roam with her book quietly reading.

As she roamed the lawn she heard a deep voice behind her.

" Lady Somerset! You should not be out here alone"! Charles chided her gently with a smile.

" Why ever not Your Grace I'm a grown woman"! You retorted.

" that us true my good Lady but I'm afraid you maybe in moral danger of attracting young men"! Charles smirked.

It seems Lady Somerset could not hold her guard up much longer her own feelings were coming out now.

" Your Grace! If youd excuse me I have to finish my book"! Charles took the book from her hands and sat next to her.

Her inner Goddess was telling her that Charles was the only one within the Court to single her out and she was reacting to him .... to his voice. " Allow me to read it to you"! Charles smiled offering to read the book.

The King and Lady Anne were also walking the gardens discussing their wedding when his majesty caught sight of his best friend and his Cousin getting comfortable with each other.

" It seems The Duke of Suffolk is falling in love once more"! Henry observed. " What if he asks for her hand will you object"? Anne asked him. Henry laughed " not at all! He is an honourable man and I believe everything will turn out the way it should in the end,"! His majesty went on.

The weather begun to turn, it was thundering with rain Charles shut the book and escorted Lady y/n back inside.

" We shall continue inside I do not wish for you to catch a chill"! Charles smiled.

" You're my cousins best friend I'd hate for you to be executed because you've betrayed him"! Lady Somerset replied. " my dear lady! The King is an honourable man he'll see this what it really is"! Charles told her. By that same counter they walked the corridors in companipnable silence, Lady Anne was about the halls and so Charles wished to avoid her, " perhaps we should find another way"! Charles suggested kindly, he hated the Boleyns and norfolk though he was older and wiser than Charles was.

" You are not afraid of Mistress boleyn surely charles"? Lady Somerset replied incredulous, " No I'm afraid at what she might do to you my lady"! Came the Duke's reply.

A court as lively as this, was full of rumours scandalous false hope that no one about it enjoyed. " There is no way round my lord"! Lady Amelia smiled, Charles puffed out his cheeks and carried on past Mistress boleyn whom scowled at him behind his back.

" what hard scowl that Mistress boleyn has"! Lady Amelia commented, the herald announced them into the presence chamber where Boleyn Earl of Wiltshire was there and Lord Rochford thry both scowled at Lady Amelia.

Indeed she quite the innocent young woman and pious too, she prayed daily just as Her Majesty had done when she tended chapel, Amelia namely felt she should do so, she prayed to god to keep Charles safe and fir his majesties health, and for the lives of the future Children produced by lady Anne when she marries his majesty The King.

To Charles she was the most pure of all the maidens he had had within the Court, though they were for pleasure and sport, but Charles more for Lady Somerset than for any of his other courtly conquests she was not that she was a learned girl with intelligent thinking and manners she was wise too, his majesty was reminded of the importance of family whenever Lady Amelia was about the Court. " Charles! My lady! How do you find yourself here do you like it"? His majesty asked her, she reverently curtised to his majesty and repiled looking across at Charles giving a secret smile of support " Yes your majesty I believe I am quite pleased with my position here"! , the King proceeded to ask, " Is his Grace taking good care of you? Is he behaving himself"? Henry smirked and winked at Charles, Amelia catching on to the banter between the two men, she laughed " haha! Yes youd majesty he is ... he has been the most kind and gallant gentlemen I've had the pleasure to know at Court"! , " Good excellent! Charles you may escort my Lady Somerset back to her apartments"! Charles bowed deeply and accepted that he take his leave with Lady Amelia.

The King, Compton and Sir Anthony Knivert all went haunting, while Charles tended Lady Amelia, Sir William was most kind and considerate as was Sir Anthony Knivert but they were not Lady Amelia's tastes.

" In you go my Lady"! Charles escorted Amelia into her chambers, " I shall return presently I have to speak with his majesty as matter of great urgency"! Charles told her kissing her fingers lightly before he left, Amelia guesed as to what had caused this sudden change in Charles's behaviour, when Charles had gotten to the presence chamber he found that his majesty had gone. Feeling helpless he hurried back to his charge Lady Amelia.

Amelia stalked about her chambers awaiting anxiously for news of Charles, he came into the chamber breathless " I'm sorry my dear it's no use his majesties gone your haunting with other Courtiers"! Charles apologies. Amelia stalks toward him now, " My Dearest Charles you tried that's all that matters! I'm sure whatever it was that you were fretting over has now abated"! Amelia smiled kindly.

To be continued .......

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #charles brandon #the tudors #henry cavill fanfiction

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alright so this is probably one of the things I disliked THE MOST about this show.. because Aki was such an interesting character thanks to all these conflicts and, quite literally, power ^^;

now it's not to say that she isn't interesting now but I think they could've done redemption on her much differently.. how come the others got power throughout the series, and she loses hers? How is that fair? Even more when her powers were something so rare, how do you even lose those, what the fuck man....

to me, they "downgraded" her and gave Sherry a lot of the same conflicts - but kept Sherry that way until her arc arc has finished, instead of doing what they did to Aki - and Aki, currently, is merely a shadow of the past having nowhere as near as much power, or confidence, or anything really ^^; but like.. yeah I get it, I get it.. everything she has done was kind of as a way to cope and as a defense, too, and after being "saved" by Yusei and the others, she has to start anew, to build that power and confidence and everything back up, and not relying on her psychic powers anymore etc etc..

what ended up happening - and this is the cure of girls in Yugioh, really - is that she becomes the helpless female character who is the love interest of the main character, and starts acting as such..... like I'm not shitting you, it's annoying at times.. where is the Aki we met at the start, the one that beat Yusei's ass? Where is that sadistic and evil Aki? Well, she's not evil anymore, now she is just some girl in a shonen series and will be treated as such (: and it's going to fucking suck ass (: (: I wanna scream man 🤣 get me out of here I hate this 🤣🤣

so.. how would I redeem Aki?

I would not change her into someone else! I would take all those "evil" things she did out of ignorance or as a way to survive and they would become important weapons to her. Everything under her control. I'm trying to think of another character that would fit here and Sherry and Jack both come to my mind! Sherry was "evil" in that she was seeking revenge desperately, but it didn't come from an uninformed or misguided place (much how it went for Aki); Jack can be very sadistic, even though it might not be so obvious but that whole grandiose demeanor of him, and the whole crushing the opponent through sheer brute force should tell you something. Neither him nor Sherry had to change extremely much in their own "redemption" arcs, while for Aki I feel like she is another person entirely..

now, it could be a deeper issue though.. maybe this is what Aki really looks like, and what we got when we met her was all a facade - or worse: something Divine sowed into her - or it could be also a product of trauma, etc.. well the fact is that she has had these powers ever since she was a kid and I don't think Aki as a kid was full of that "darkness" in her own heart, she was a kid, it was something else and this "darkness" made the powers grow. Alright

I like to think that she would eventually make peace with all these parts of herself and, eventually, move forward looking confident and powerful (with or without the psychic powers) but uhh, sure.. she's a teenager, she has a lot to process, and a lot to grow and heal too. Lastly, she ends up becoming a doctor. Very probable that comes from a place of repentance about past deeds, and it's fair.

I probably have to do my own process of grieving over what her character could've become and cry about the yugioh curse on female characters 🤣

#5ds2023 #ygo #5ds #shif writes

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This is so random, and only loosely connected to issues I have with the ST Fandom when it comes to Billy, but in speaking about video game AUs, I am reminded of how people talked about abuse, abuse survivors, and systemic violence in the Dishonored fandom. This may be a little bit of an incoherent rant if you know nothing about this game or its universe.

A lot of discourse came out of the Dishonored Death of the Outsider game because of the moral dilemma protagonist Billie Lurke is put in. It’s one that the gamers themselves have to resolve on their own, but many people argued back and forth over what the “morally correct”option would be, and what’s interesting to me about it is that I think those arguments exposed how people think about systemic violence and the role of scapegoats in society.

She is tasked with hunting down and killing The Outsider, a chthonic “god” figure who is blamed for the in-universe political and economic turmoil, as well as the various plagues and supernatural fuckery that has ruined people’s lives. People reason that the choice to kill The Outsider is the best option, because The Outsider has lent their power to people before who have used it for harm. However, The Outsider is very much a scapegoat. Any time there is trouble in society, they blame The Outsider.

The Outsider could refuse to gift someone with his powers, and he would be blamed for any harm that came from that refusal. The Outsider could gift his powers to someone, and he would be blamed for how those powers were used. He tends to gift vulnerable people especially with abilities, but he becomes cynical over the thousands of years he’s witnessed people utilize these gifts not to better society but to perpetuate the harmful conditions they were born under.

The most interesting thing about Billie’s role in all of this is that The Outsider’s would-be death by her hand is presented as an ending of the cycle of violence. To take out The Outsider means healing all of society’s ills right? However. As she begins to piece together who The Outsider was, she discovers that The Outsider was a victim - is a victim. He was just a teenager who was taken off the streets, horrifically abused, and then sacrificed and suddenly she finds herself having more in common with him than anyone else.

You can totally kill The Outsider in this game. You can kill him ruthlessly with the same bitterness and rage towards him that so many characters in game feel towards him. But… why? Fucking why? The argument that came out of this game that this was the better option is based in this idea that if you simply sacrifice the scapegoat then everything will be okay. If you simply view ONE PERSON as The True Evil, you can deny any culpability in the harm done in your society or deny any responsibility in making it right.

The Outsider was a victim of that systemic violence, who was put in a damned if he does damned if he doesn’t position to play witness to thousands of years of violence. The amount of trauma done to him was unspeakably bad, and it was made worse by the fact that he was then blamed for everything wrong with society by merely existing. The OTHER option(s) made available to Billie involve dismantling the cult that did this to him, rectifying harm in her society, and stating out loud that NO ONE deserves to be treated like this.

(She can also mercy kill him, or return him to his mortal form so he can live and die naturally)

How is this not better? How is it not better to “end the cycle” by actually doing the hard work of dismantling the systems that abuse people instead of blaming individual survivors and victims of that system? How is it not better than killing the scapegoat who people have spent years foisting hate and blame onto in order to avoid any accountability for their own actions? How is killing someone out of that hate in any way cathartic when that person has already experienced an inordinate amount of suffering?

Make it make sense!

At least in the game, it’s acknowledged through these alternative routes that what happened to The Outsider was wrong. This is a game where the environment literally becomes more hostile the more harm you as the player do in universe. It just baffles me that there are people who still don’t see the connection between their actions and the world around them and in many ways people in the ST fandom treat Billy as a scapegoat and truly believe his death and the celebration of it will cure everything.

The “cycle of abuse” / “cycle of violence” involves everyone! It is a systemic, institutional problem that cannot be undone through the punishment of its survivors and/or death of its victims who you deem to be unworthy of being saved. Having that opinion alone makes you complicit in those cycles, when you could otherwise target systems of abuse and violence and create pathways to recovery.

#long post cw #text post

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toxinoire · 1 year

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Okay y'all know that scene from the Heathers movie "Why do you have to be such a megabitch?"

What if it went like this instead?

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Veronica, frustration evident on her face as she looks at Heather Duke, the Heather that had always treated her with respect, the Heather who didn't judge her interests, the Heather she's willing to call a friend out loud, the Heather she may or may not have a thing for, the Heather- 'Why can't you just be a friend? Why do you have to be such a megabitch?!'

Then, Veronica saw JD at the corner of her eye, watching them.

Wait.

Not them.

He's watching Heather Duke.

With that evil glint in his eye.

Oh fuck no, whatever he's planning on her, no fucking way.

Heather responds. 'Cause I-'

But before Duke can finish, Veronica pulls Heather behind her, instinctively, placing one arm in front of Heather Duke protectively. 'Stop fucking watching us JD.'

Jd scoffs and gets out of his hiding spot. 'Oh come on Veronica. I was merely observing.'

If looks could kill, JD would be dead. 'Yeah right. Whatever the hell is twisting in that psychopathic ass brain of yours isn't gonna happen.'

'Wait what?' Said Heather, very confused at the situation.

JD chuckled bitterly. 'Veronica-'

'I don't wanna hear it. We're done.'

JD looks absolutely calm, but his eyes say otherwise. 'Oh come on Veronica! You were wrong! I was right!'

'Nothing good will come of it. Whatever your plan is? It's gonna fail.'

'I need you in this!'

'I don't want to be in it.'

'Come on Veronica. Now all that's left is that! And you're leaving now? When I've done all this? I had to blackmail Duke just to get those sig-' JD's eyes widened as he realized his slip of word.

Suddenly it all clicked.

Heather never took the scrunchy, JD handed it to her.

Heather Duke was coerced into turning to Heather Chandler...all to fulfill his sick plan.

Veronica can see Duke realizing this very same thing--minus JD's real agenda--she realized she was trying to be someone else, because someone blackmailed her--scratch that--fucking coerced her into being someone she isn't, all for his benefit.

Veronica scoffed. 'Stay the hell away from us.' She took Heather's hand and led her away from JD. Heather Duke followed Veronica, just like she normally would.

What she should've stuck to.

Veronica. That's all she should've stuck to.

'Ronnie...'

The girl in blue sighs as she faces Heather. 'Heather...'

'I...' Why is it so hard to apologize?

Oh wait, because you know you're a fucking monster. She might've gotten worse if it hadn't been for that confrontation she witnessed. 'I'm sorry. I've turned into the very thing that's been hurting me in the first place. I've turned into a monster, I'm sorry.'

Veronica smiled--a small one--but still smiled, the fondness she has for the girl in green is visible in it. 'Heather, you're not a monster. You're a bitch, yeah, but not a monster.' She placed a hand on Heather's shoulder. 'I'm sorry you had to see that.'

Heather chuckled. 'I'm glad I did. I never would've realized I am becoming someone I'm not if it wasn't for that.'

Veronica smiled wider this time. For the first time in a while since Kurt and Ram's deaths, she felt happy and relieved. Happy and relieved that the one in front of her isn't someone trying to be Heather Chandler, it's Heather Duke, the Heather she favors, the Heather that Veronica learned to love like.

'I should probably apologize to Heather too huh?'

Right, Heather McNamara was still picked on by her. Veronica noded. 'Yeah. I spoke to her, she said she doesn't hate you, she said she misses the old you. I'm pretty sure she just wants an apology, a real and sincere apology from you.'

'I don't think she'll forgive me.' Said Heather.

'I'm not sure. But even if she doesn't, I think she'll give you a chance.' Reassured Veronica. 'Let's discuss that later though. Wanna go grab some food somewhere? Catch up?' She suggested.

Heather smiled, not the kind when she achieves something, not the kind she shows the crowd, but the kind of smile reserved for no one else but Veronica Sawyer. 'Sure.'

Both girls are currently feeling things they'd rather not acknowledge at the moment, for now, they're fine with just being in each other's company.

'So we're starting over huh?' Said Duke. 'I never would've thought. How do you think this will end?'

'Heather my love, I haven't got a clue.' Veronica wants to slap herself. Well that slipped. 'But that's the fun of it, not knowing what's gonna happen. Taking bizzare paths, risking shit as you move forward. It's a fun game once you know the rules.'

Heather chuckled, feeling her stomach do a 360 backflip at the my love part. 'Yeah. I guess you're right.'

Veronica took the girl's hand once again. 'Come on Duchess of Westernburg, we're hanging out.'

Heather chuckled, relishing the feeling of Veronica's hand holding hers. 'Lead the way Sawyer.

They walked through the halls, not as "Heathers" but simply as Heather Duke and Veronica Sawyer. People didn't think much of it, since seeing these two around each other is normal.

What stroke people's curiosity is the fact that they seem happier than usual.

'Oh and Heather, I forgot to tell you something last time.'

'What is it?'

'You look good in red.'

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