#-forgiven the one who became leader for leaving him behind even though they became leader to protect them

[herequeerexitentialfear]

i keep trying to do a dynamics diagram for Celia and co but there's 6 of them at the least and how do i summarize these two decade relationships into a few words. i know im gonna write it all out on a doc but i want something small and quick but i cantttt.

#thebirdspeaks #like damn how tf to you explain some of this shit #sorta fake dating because of social status reasons as well as two underdogs that became a leader and a follower and the follower has never- #-forgiven the one who became leader for leaving him behind even though they became leader to protect them #and they are lying every time they imply or state attraction to each other. they would never fuck the world would implode #like thats just Celia & Conficcare even without all the Rametto drama

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 12

Cult girl deals with an unexpected and unwelcome guest.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: pregnancy, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, infidelity, threats of violence

Step three: kill Anna

So maybe there was an understanding that the pregnancy was to be kept secret from Anna.

The withdrawal of Archie and Max from the picture left a hole in the plan. Just when it looked like you had secured that much-needed victory, it shriveled up and died right before your eyes. That much was certain. Everything else was a big question mark.

Ever since he felt the baby kicking, Hannibal became even more hopelessly enamored with the idea of being a father. He never mentioned it, of course, but it was there. It was there in the way he cooed at your stomach and how his hand lingered after he felt a kick. He was in heaven.

For a few days, it looked like the downward trajectory was beginning to flatten. Then you remembered your favorite line from Ryan Reynolds' Deadpool:

"Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness." You repeated to yourself as your phone flashed Theresa's call icon.

It took you a minute to remember that Theresa in your phone was actually Anna, because you hadn't bothered to change it. In a way, it was symbolic. Theresa was the head you cut off, and Anna sprouted up in her place. All in the pursuit of making your life unbearable.

You pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and placed it next to the sink. Lazily, you brought the phone to your ear. "What?"

"Hey pretty girl!" Anna said, using her most transparently fake cheery voice. "How's it going?"

Then it clicked. You felt kind of stupid that you didn't see it coming. In the world of cults, this was known as 'lovebombing'; a manipulation tactic in which the cult leader showers their target with affection, compliments, validation or anything that would make them associate good feelings with the group. In any other context, it would be called 'ass-kissing'.

You narrowed your eyes in skepticism. "What do you want?"

"Jeez, who crapped in your corn flakes?" She scoffed. "Can't a girl just call her little sister to say hi?"

It would have been one thing to say 'cousin', which, despite your bad blood, would have been technically accurate. But 'sister' was crossing a line. The blood that binded you and Anna together was thinner than water.

"We're not sisters, Anna." You corrected. "Why are you calling?"

"I just wanted to let you know that all is forgiven." She said, slipping back into that phony cheerful tone. "That little fiasco at the funeral, it's water under the bridge."

What Anna didn't know was that the water under the bridge was never water, but gasoline. Every drop that flowed under that bridge only created a more dangerous blaze for when you finally burned it down.

"Awesome." You said, flatly.

"I also wanted to say, 'may the best woman win'." She jeered. "I don't want to alarm you, but Liam and I have been fucking like bunnies."

You gagged. "I'm not alarmed but I certainly didn't need to know that."

"I've been keeping track of my ovulation," She disregarded your objection and continued the conversation she wanted to have. "And I even put child locks on the computer so Liam can't watch porn. Can't spare even a drop, y'know. It's too crucial."

"I will literally let you have the entire inheritance if you please just shut up right now." You said through gritted teeth.

"Oh?" She perked up. "Come on, don't give up. Don't make it too easy. Winning is just more fun when someone else loses."

She was growing into her Theresa shoes quite well.

"Seriously, though," You raised your eyebrows. "If it means I never have to see you again, by all means. Take the damn money."

"You know I love you, right?" Anna blurted out, pretending to be offended. "You may not think so, but I love you like a sister."

Again, you fought the urge to feel bad for her. Her model of sisterly love was Theresa. She could use the word to invoke sympathy, but would never know what it meant. It hit your ear exactly the same as when fundamentalist christian strangers said they loved you and that's why they were harassing you. Just an empty annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. "Goodbye, Anna."

"Wait!" She shouted as if she was about to die.

You threw your head back in exasperation. "What?!"

"I wanted to give you a little good-luck gift." She said.

You were slightly interested. "Oh?"

"Yes." She answered. "Can I swing by and drop it off later?"

You sighed. "Whatever. As long as you make it fast."

You were most certainly noticeably pregnant, but a fluffy robe obscured any misplaced curves just enough. You just hoped she wouldn't ask why you were wearing a fluffy robe in July. Anna arrived at the house, with Liam, who was holding a small basket of colorful jars and bottles.

You waited a minute to see if she would just leave the basket on the porch, but she didn't. You resignedly opened the door.

"[F/N]!" She shouted with that hyper-enthusiastic smile. You cringed, trying not to let her presence trigger your morning sickness.

The smile disappeared from her face. "Jesus H, you look like hell."

You desperately wanted to inform her that it was the strain of growing a human inside your body, but you held your tongue and thought of an excuse.

"I'm hungover." You said. Yeah, that would work.

"The usual, I see." Anna snipped at you under her breath.

You eyed the basket. You didn't even bother to mask your disappointment when you realized it wasn't food. "What's this?"

"Oh, this?" Anna said as if she were starting a sales pitch. "This is my olive branch. My exclusive DoTERRA fertility rejuvenation kit."

Your brain refused to process that Anna had been sucked in to an MLM, as it was really only a matter of time. You just didn't think it would take this long.

"Dude, you're twenty-nine and I'm twenty-six." You narrowed your eyes at her. "What on earth are we rejuvenating?"

She pointed to a collection of little bottles. "So these are for the initial cleanse. Put a few drops of this in your food, and some of this in your bathwater-"

She rattled on with practiced certainty about the fictitious health benefits of thyme and geranium oils, how they promote fertility and whatnot.

"Thanks, Anna." You cut her off, reaching for the gift basket. You didn't intend to use any of it, but you could pawn it off on some struggling hunbot for less than they would buy it new.

Anna pulled the basket out of your reach. "Oh. I wasn't giving it to you."

Nothing surprised you anymore, and this was no exception. "I thought you said it was a gift?"

"Oh, god no." She shook her head. "This whole kit costs, like, five hundred dollars."

You grimaced. "So you came here to show me your snake oil collection?"

"I came here to tell you in person about this amazing business opportunity." She said, returning to her fake smile. "For just $1000, you can be part of this amazing company-"

"Anna, what am I studying right now?" You cut her off.

She looked at you with round, clueless eyes. She looked back at Liam for help. He tapped his head to give her a hint.

"I want to say..." her voice trailed off. "...brain surgery?"

You shook your head. "No. Liam?"

"Clinical psychology with a specialization in cults." He answered. "You want to be the next Steven Hassan."

Anna didn't deserve Liam.

"So you're saying you're too smart for me?" Anna said, crossing her arms. "You're too busy going to your fancy college, living with your fancy boyfriend to support your own sister's hustle?"

"I'm saying you're in a cult." You countered. "A pretty obvious one, at that."

"Oh, when your only solution is a hammer every problem looks like a nail." She scoffed. "You think everything is a cult. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

"I'll be happy for you when you accomplish something that isn't built off the backs of people you fucked over." You said, allowing yourself to finally snap.

Anna's jaw hung open. "Do I even need to gesture to this house? Those clothes? That degree? All paid for by your rich boyfriend."

It's time.

You stepped on to the porch and shut the door behind you. "Liam. I have something to tell you."

Liam handed the basket off to Anna and approached. "Alright."

"No she doesn't, Liam." Anna objected. "Don't listen to her. You know she's a liar."

"Liam." You said, looking into his eyes. "Do you remember Nathan Sparks?"

"Anna's ex from college?" Liam folded his arms and looked at his wife. "Vaguely."

Anna gritted her teeth at you. "I swear to fucking god, [F/N]-"

"Anna, stop." Liam cut her off. "Let her speak."

"Anna continued to see him for two years after you got together." You smirked.

Liam's dial-up internet brain sputtered to life.

"Oh my god." His mouth hung open. "...is he 'pineapple'?!"

"Nope." You said. "You are."

"Is this true, Anna?" Liam said, in the overlap between denial and anger. "Did you keep seeing Nathan after we got together?"

Anna threw the basket on the ground, jars shattering, releasing a noxious cloud of concentrated snake oil. She was too busy glaring daggers at you to answer her husband.

"Fine. Don't tell me." He spat, turning back to you. "I'll hear it from you, [F/N]. You're the only one in this family who's been honest with me."

"She only wanted to get with you because your uncle is CEO of that publishing house." You added. You felt bad for essentially rubbing salt in the wound, but he was right to assume he wouldn't hear it from anyone else.

He placed his hand over his head as if to nurse a migrane. "How could I be so stupid..."

"Liam-" Anna said, her voice jumping a few octaves.

Liam put up his hand. "I don't want to hear it."

"I'm sorry, Lee." You offered. Even though you loved seeing Anna caught, you felt bad for every person she victimized along the way. Liam was no exception.

He dropped his shoulders and sighed. "Thank you, [F/N]. I'll be out of your way, now. Anna--"

He stopped himself, presumably to avoid saying something he would regret. "...find your own way home."

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away, leaving Anna with you.

"Thanks for coming." You sneered at her, feeling around behind you for the door handle. "I'd call an uber if I were you."

"You twisted bitch." She scowled, hands hovering in your direction. "You just get off on ruining people's lives, don't you?"

"Oof, that's some serious projection, Anna." You said, unconsciously untying the belt of your robe and pulling it off your shoulders.

"You're-" She sputtered, her eyes growing to the size of personal pizzas. "You're fucking pregnant?!"

Shit. You thought, cycling through whatever braincells you had left for an idea of how to play this off as if you meant to do it.

"Surprise." You shrugged. Yeah, that would work.

"That's impossible!" She stammered. "You're- you're not even married!"

"Grandma never said anything about marriage." You grinned.

Anna struggled to find her words. "That is unfair!"

"So now that you're not winning, the game is unfair?" You raised an eyebrow.

She pursed her lips and pointed at you. "You aren't going to get away with this."

"Just like you didn't get away with cheating on your husband?" You taunted.

"I'm serious, [F/N]." Anna said, backing down the porch steps. "I will destroy everything you love just like you did to me."

For a half a second, the voice in your head told you to beware, that the threat should be taken seriously. Upon remembering it was coming from Anna, you pushed the thought from your mind.

You shouldn't have.

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal x pregnant reader #pregnancy #baby fever #cult girl #cult girl 2 #cult girl doctorate

[robininthelabyrinth]

what do you think would happen in a role swap where wei wuxian is the one with an arranged marriage, yanli becomes sect leader, and jiang cheng runs away with the remnants of the wen clan?

“It’s impossible,” Wen Qing said, her voice flat and eyes icy. “Literally impossible. It would kill you both.”

“But –”

“If you don’t care about your own life, at least care about his,” she said, and Wei Wuxian fell silent; she’d hit him right where it hurt the most, and he turned and stormed away.

Wen Qing waited, watching as Wen Ning ran after him, distressed by his distress, and when he was finally out of earshot, she said, “You may regret that, one day.”

Behind her there was a rusty bark of laughter, if that horrible twisted sound, low and grating and rasping at the throat until it bled, could be called a laugh.

“I won’t,” Jiang Cheng said. She’d removed the needles that kept him asleep the day before, though he’d played limp any time Wei Wuxian had come around, and Wei Wuxian had been so excited by his idea that he hadn’t noticed. “Thank you for lying to him.”

“My family killed yours,” she said with a sigh. “The least I can do is save one.”

“If you regret it so much, you can abandon your office and surrender yourself,” Jiang Cheng said, and turned away from her. He hadn’t forgiven her, that much was obvious. “You lead a Supervisory Office. That isn’t a neutral position.”

“I have to keep my brother, and the others, safe,” she said. “You understand that.”

“I understand it. I just think you’re wrong.”

“How am I wrong? Your Jiang sect is gone,” she said, twisting the knife cruelly. “Wen Ruohan has over half the cultivation world under his grip – how are the rest of you going to overcome that?”

“I didn’t say we would win,” Jiang Cheng said. “I said you were wrong.”

Wen Qing opened her mouth and found she had nothing to say. That wasn’t a condition that came naturally to her, so she scowled and changed the subject. “What are you going to do next?”

“Rebuild the Jiang sect.”

“The Jiang sect? But – how…?”

He turned back to look at her. “My golden core is gone, and I’m a good-for-nothing,” he said flatly. “That much is true. But you forget – I still have a sister.”

Jiang Yanli wasn’t a fighter; this much was true. She wept bitter tears when Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian finally found their way to her side, horrified by what Jiang Cheng had suffered, what had happened to him. But fighter or no fighter, she knew her duty.

The Jiang Sect had its first mistress. She could not lead them in war – Wei Wuxian did that – but she tended their wounds and sat in all the strategy meetings, giving her thoughts and making the final decision with her brothers’ advice; those who became sect disciples did not feel that their gentle lady, who they came to worship as Guanyin reborn in human form, was anything less than the rest.

“We need more help,” Jiang Cheng, who had become one of his sister’s advisors and learned through painful experience how to ignore (but never not notice) all of the pitying stares that came his way, said. “We’re not doing as much in the war as the other Sects – if we don’t establish a strong alliance with one of them, and soon, we will very soon lose the right to call ourselves a Great Sect.”

“A marriage,” Jiang Yanli said, understanding at once. “But I can’t…”

She was Sect Leader, now. She could not marry the heir of another sect – she would only be able to accept a man who married in, who would agree that his children be named Jiang.

The Jiang sect had to come first.

Whatever dreams she had once had about Jin Zixuan were gone now, burned to ashes in a way that not even a broken engagement could.

“Not you,” Jiang Cheng said. “Wei Wuxian.”

Wei Wuxian looked up sharply. “You want to marry me off?” he asked. “Are you serious?”

Jiang Cheng laughed harshly. It still didn’t sound like a laugh, not even after all these months. “What,” he said mockingly, his bitter voice eerily reminiscent of his mother’s at her most furious. “You expect a cultivator to marry me?”

Wei Wuxian fell silent. It was not that cultivators didn’t marry regular people – it happened quite often. But an arranged marriage, for the purposes of building an alliance?

Even if no children could be expected from the match – it would have to be a cutsleeve marriage, given the lack of daughters among the Four Great Sect, but such things were not uncommon if the real purpose was a political alliance – the minimum requirement for making such an offer was a cultivation base sufficient for dual cultivation. Anything less would be an insult – the same as sentencing the cultivator to a dead end.

The same dead end that Jiang Cheng faced every day.

“Who were you thinking?” Wei Wuxian finally asked. “If you even dare suggest the peacock –”

“Lan Wangji.”

“What?! But he hates me!”

“He’s the best available option,” Jiang Cheng said. “He’s strict in terms of etiquette; regardless of his feelings, he won’t mistreat you. Jin Zixuan is obviously out – even if you didn’t hate him, his parents would never agree to a match with no chance of legitimate descendants, and we’d never accept one of Jin Guangshan’s bastards; it would leave us with no face at all.”

“What about Nie Huaisang?”

“No influence,” Jiang Cheng said simply, and Wei Wuxian grimaced, conceding the point. Even if Nie Mingjue could be coaxed into an agreement, no one in the cultivation world would ever think that the wife of his little brother had any impact on his decisions, and that would defeat the whole purpose of this endeavor. Nie Mingjue was too straightforward, too rigid – marrying Nie Huaisang would be as good as throwing Wei Wuxian’s life away for no purpose.

And that left – Lan Wangji.

“Well, whatever he thinks of me, I always rather liked him,” Wei Wuxian said, not looking at Jiang Cheng – the memories of the accusations tossed around after the Xuanwu’s cave, why did you have to stand up for him, still lingered in his ear. “Gloomy and humorless as he may be. Do you think he’ll agree?”

“I’ll take one of the guards to go find out,” Jiang Cheng said. He ignored their involuntary wince at the reminder that he couldn’t go himself – weak, helpless, vulnerable, not to mention unable to fly on a sword by himself – and took his leave.

He came back with an agreement, and just like that Wei Wuxian found himself engaged.

It didn’t change anything, though the Jiang Sect partnered more and more often with the Lan sect on missions – Wei Wuxian found that he enjoyed fighting back to back with Lan Wangji, and enjoyed teasing him even more – and the war dragged on for a long time, the tides turning against Wen Ruohan only very slowly, battle by battle, inch by hard-won inch.

But in the end, they won.

They won, and stood together at Phoenix Mountain to celebrate their victory.

Wei Wuxian allowed himself to breath a sigh of relief, and shared smiles with Jiang Yanli. Jiang Cheng didn’t smile, he didn’t do that anymore, his brow always creased in anger, but he nodded and allowed Wei Wuxian to wrap an arm around both their shoulders.

The three of them together – broken, damaged, but together.

If Wei Wuxian had known that that would be the last time they’d stand together, the three of them together the way they’d promised they would be, he would have cherished it more.

But who would have thought that within three days of Phoenix Mountain, Jiang Cheng – ordinary Jiang Cheng, with no golden core, with nothing but angry determination – would accuse the Jin Sect of horrific abuses, and then, when he got no satisfactory answer, kidnap an entire set of war prisoners from the Wen sect out from right under the Jin Sect’s nose?

Everyone demanded to know where he’d taken them, and didn’t believe them when they said they didn’t know.

Lan Wangji didn’t even ask, merely leaned his shoulder against Wei Wuxian’s, and Wei Wuxian’s heart softened, thankful.

He’d be less thankful when he found out that Lan Wangji had helped Jiang Cheng do what he did and then refused to share where he’d gone, citing a solemn oath that he’d taken, but at that moment he found himself thinking – at least I have you.

They had some fights when the truth came out – Lan Wangji confessed – but it ended up being something he could forgive, especially when it turned out that Wen Qing had been the one to ask, and Wen Ning very nearly killed by the indifferent guards; it had been the right thing to do.

Jiang Cheng hadn’t even known what the Wens had done for him. He’d only known what it felt like to have nothing, to suffer endlessly, and he’d done the right thing.

Just as it was the right thing for Jiang Yanli to break ties with her brother, to cast him out of the sect that he had once been the heir of, her eyes full of tears even as she did it; anything else would have opened her sect up to reprisals it couldn’t afford, weakened as it was. Until Wei Wuxian’s marriage was finalized, they lacked the strength to defend him.

Unsurprisingly, their very next move was to set the date for the wedding.

Wei Wuxian spent the entire two months leading up to it biting his fingers until blood flowed, hoping against hope, and his faith was rewarded when Jiang Cheng, abhorred by the entire cultivation world, ignored all common sense to come to visit him the day before the ceremony.

“You make a terrible bride,” Jiang Cheng said, voice gruff, and Wei Wuxian forgot himself and tried to tackle him the way he used to; it was only Lan Wangji catching him and holding him back that reminded him that he couldn’t do that anymore, that Jiang Cheng wasn’t a cultivator, that his body had grown weak for lack of spiritual energy. “Really, look at you – who told you red was your color?”

“Red has always been my color,” Wei Wuxian shot back, grinning. “It’s not my fault it clashes with purple.”

He didn’t comment on Jiang Cheng’s clothing, the dull colors of a rogue cultivator.

“I’m glad you came,” he said instead. “I came up with something for you.”

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be bringing gifts,” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “And now you’re going to blow them all out of the water by comparison, since it’s not like we have any money…what is it?”

Wei Wuxian handed him the book he’d written.

“Cultivation of resentful energy?” Jiang Cheng read, and scowled at him. “Did Hanguang-jun tell you were I’m living?”

“He said it had the worst feng shui he’d ever seen, but nothing more than that,” Wei Wuxian said, a little annoyed but not very: he’d gotten Lan Wangji to promise that he would tell him once they were wed, since spouses shouldn’t keep secrets from each other. He’d gotten Lan Wangji to promise quite a lot of things, actually; it turned out the man actually liked him, and not just a little – who knew when that had happened? Luckily for them both, Wei Wuxian liked him back just as much. “It’s as orthodox as Lan Wangji and I could get it, given that it’s intrinsically, well, not. Every possible precaution against it turning into – uh –”

“Demonic cultivation.”

“…yes. That. Any type of cultivation that uses resentful energy damages the temperament, body and heart, but there are more orthodox ways to go about it that minimize the impact. We borrowed quite a bit from the Nie sect, prepare yourself, but anyway, you’re already so pissy, who would even notice if you got angry more often?”

The Nie clan’s cultivation gave them immense power but short lives – but not as short as a regular person who didn’t cultivate at all.

“Get lost!”

“It’s worth a try, okay?”

Jiang Cheng didn’t look convinced, so Wei Wuxian pulled out his trump card. “If it works, you could use Zidian again.”

Years later, Wei Wuxian would wonder about what he unleashed into the world that day, but right then there was nothing more than the longing in Jiang Cheng’s eyes, the first spark of purple lightning in years, and the first smile Wei Wuxian had seen on Jiang Cheng’s face since even longer.

No matter how it turned out – it was all worth it.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #wen qing #wei wuxian #jiang yanli #lan wangji #my fic #my fics #this is more of a how did it happen #but it was a lot of fun to write #I really like seeing how far I can bend canon without breaking it entirely #wangxian #Anonymous

[scarletarosa]

The War in Heaven and the False God

Most people have heard the legend of the Biblical War in Heaven of Lucifer and his angels against God. Though when young, I had always felt that the story was kept suspiciously short and lacked much sense. We are told of the angels not possessing much free-will, but also how could these divine beings suddenly just turn evil, as we are told? Due to these suspicions that there was more to the story than was told (as it is often said “the victors get to write history”), I decided to connect with Lucifer and other demons in order to learn from their perspective. This gradually led me to become a Luciferian and be told the full story of the War in Heaven.

The supreme deity is not Jehovah; he is neither all-powerful, all-wise, or benevolent. The supreme deity is the Source, the formless consciousness that has existed before all things and created the first gods of this Universe (the first among them being Lucifer). Though in order to create, the Source had to create from themself their female counterpart, the Queen of Heaven (who is formless as well). These two energies together create harmony and allow creation to come into being. The Source and Queen of Heaven have both been known throughout many different cultures under different names. For instance, the Source has been known as Atum in Egypt, Brahman in India, Olodumare in Yoruba, etc. The Queen of Heaven has been known as Adi Parashakti in India.

At the beginning, the Cosmic Egg was formed in the Void with the assistance of elder deities. When the egg broke open, the gods Eros and Lucifer emerged from it- Eros being love and Lucifer being light. Though they were meant to exist separately; Eros remained within the Void and Lucifer dwelled alone within the Universe for many ages until the other gods were created by the Source. Among these first gods were the Angels Mikael, Raphael, Uriel, and others. Lilith was created last among them as the embodiment of the Queen of Heaven (a smaller and less-powerful copy of Herself in order to act within the Universe and marry Lucifer). With these first deities, Lucifer the First-Born became their leader and assisted in the creation of other spiritual races. Overtime, more gods were created by both the Source and through sexual union between the elder deities.

It was during the early stages of the Earth when the aeonic god Jehovah came. The aeonic gods are extremely powerful deities who are tasked with co-creating the material and metaphysical Universe; they are normally peaceful, but for some reason, Jehovah came seeking even more power. His goal was to usurp the Throne of the Universe and take command of an entire planet, which ended up being Earth due to a specific species that was being created here: humans. The humans were a younger race and felt insecure about their lack of magickal prowess compared to the other species on Earth like the elves; this caused them to become deeply envious and greedy as a race. Jehovah had destroyed the ecosystem of several different planets on his way to Earth, causing life to be destroyed on them. As he arrived to Earth to claim it, Lucifer led a revolt against him and was followed by millions of deities and other entities. This battle was terrible for everyone since Jehovah’s great powers allowed him to be able to drain energy from spirits or even kill them at will. Countless entities lost their lives trying to destroy Jehovah, but to no avail. The arch-dragoness goddess, Tiamat, who had created Earth’s lifeforms in the sea, even gave her life to help empower Gaia against the tyrant god.  

When many spirits were destroyed and the survivors were crippled, Jehovah took them and threw them into the nightmarish land of torment called Hell. This is the realm that is far away from the Source’s divine light. Due to this, the deities and other beings who were sent here had their essence transformed by this horrible realm; causing them to become dark and more intense in appearance and presence. Their wings became black and they grew horns; some developed red eyes, spikes, claws, or other monstrous features. Though overall, they remained beautiful, only in a darker way. They became known as “demons”, now restricted from the heavens by Jehovah, who had now claimed the Throne. The demons were in great pain and suffering, as they had all lost family and friends in the battle, as well as their divine homeland. However, they had not lost their drive to destroy the tyrant who had taken everything from them. The three most powerful demons became High Kings of Hell and created their kingdoms where their people could live and train to continue the great War. These High Kings of Hell are Lucifer (the most powerful and wise), Satan, and Leviathan. Though these mighty rebels were soon falsely accused of being evil and representing things that were actually opposite of them (Lucifer being lies when he is truth, Lilith being infertility when she is life/motherhood, Beelzebub being gluttony when he is health, Mammon being greed when he is generosity, etc).  

Overtime, Jehovah was able to win humans over to his side by pretending to be the Source and manipulating them to believe that they were special if they followed him. Little did the humans know that their sins in life would never be forgiven, as Jehovah did not care for what they would end up facing in the Underworld or in Hell. It is also no surprise that the main people who forwarded monotheism were war-lords; all seeking power and dominion over others (see Emperor Constantine, Mohammad, and the ancient Jews who dismantled Canaan and killed the pagans there). With these new religions that inspired hate and fear towards other religions, blind faith towards scripture, and hatred towards any spirits that aren’t “holy”, the world gradually became swallowed by the tyrant’s influence. Pagans were massacred en-masse and their temples, holy sites, stories, statues, cultures, and more were all destroyed. Churches and mosques were built on top of sacred temple sites of polytheists and they were faced with the choice of either dying or converting. And with that, the entire world changed and became a shadow of its former glory.  

Yet all of this was allowed to occur by the Source since existence has always revolved around evolution, and no evolution can exist within perfection. In order to allow wisdom and other attributes to develop, as well as to teach important lessons, all beings are allowed to endure suffering. This suffering, if overcome, holds the key to rising to greater potentials. And so Jehovah was not immediately struck down, but was constantly faced with other forms of justice from not only the gods of vengeance, but also from receiving loads of karmic debt.

Back in the ancient times when other races still roamed this planet, such as the elves, giants, scorpion-men, nagas, and dragons, we had magick here in the physical. When magick was performed, it was actually able to be seen and even deities were able to manifest in the physical with ease. Though in order to keep humans blind, Jehovah destroyed the magickal nodes that surrounded the Earth and ordered his humans to destroy the sacred sites that helped channel magick. Then the other targets were the races of Earth that were not human, since they were less malleable to his will due to their advanced wisdom. The humans were already greedy and envious, so they were easily encouraged to wage war against any race that was different from them. The elves were brutally slaughtered, raped, and enslaved until they all died out; the same happened to many other species. When the humans began killing the dragons and sphinxes, who acted as wise mentors and guardians of the Earth, these mighty beings decided to leave the humans behind to fend for themselves for the rest of their existence. And still in hatred, the humans decided to record the dragons as if they were greedy and savage.  

Overtime, everything was set in place for Jehovah, but the demons and other entities continued to fiercely fight against him over the ages, and they still do. The tyrant god has never cared for any human who has followed him, as he seeks only power and destruction of other deities. He takes the credit for the miracles other deities perform for worthy humans, allowing such people to assume what they want about him. The gods who he killed do not die forever though, as spiritual death is different. But it often takes decades, hundreds of years, or in some cases, a million years, in order for them to reform. Yet, to most humans, the other gods are nothing more than legend now. They watch over the Earth still, helping anyone who seeks them and fighting to make the world how it was back during the Golden Age. Though it will never be the same after all the ages of terrible destruction and death. Even the soul of our planet, Gaia, has been asleep for many years due to the trauma of losing so many of her children.

For those who would argue that the demons could simply just be lying to me about these events, it does not explain why they have helped me to better myself or how they have protected my loved ones in times of need. They ask nothing of me but to evolve as a person and to show open-mindedness towards their harsh history. I do not hold hatred or bias towards those involved in monotheistic religions (unless they act oppressive), I only have hatred towards the religions themselves and their toxic teachings. As well as the hypocrisy of how they destroyed so many cultures and people, all while incorporating their mythology into their own scriptures.  

If we want to learn the truth, we first must question everything we already believe in and then speak to the spirits, as they know far more than we ever will. You can ask any deity you like and they will all say that they hate Jehovah, for he has pulled the veil of ignorance over this world in order to consume it. For anyone who truly seeks answers, keep this account by the demons in mind and ask any gods you want about the truth. Each deity and demon I spoke to said the same, and all had lost family due to this traumatic War against the tyrant god. These religions save no-one, we must take accountability and strive to become better without begging for forgiveness all the time and expecting mercy to be handed out just for bowing down to a god who kills those who defy him. All scriptures of monotheism are nothing but books of manipulation and holier-than-thou mentality; this creates corruption and false spirituality in the end.

The Angels

#the false god #jehovah #the usurper #war in heaven #lucifer #demons #the source #queen of heaven #the spirit realm #luciferianism

[imaginejamesandsirius]

I freaking love your blog so much! I was wondering if you could do some fluff after the prank™️ where everybody has forgiven Sirius but he is struggling to forgive himself and James is the best boyfriend and helps him forgive himself

Please don’t feel like you have to answer. Sorry if my grammar is incorrect.

"Where are you going?" Remus asked, looking at Sirius's full arms with a frown.

"Library. I need to get some studying done." He thought that was a perfectly good reason, but Moony's frown deepened.

He didn't keep eye contact for long. There was no recrimination in Moony’s eyes, but Sirius didn't want to push it. Remus had said that he'd forgiven Sirius, but he didn't know how true that was. He didn't want to spend too much time around him and remind him of what he'd done. If he mentioned schoolwork and then got the hell out of there, he'd be able to keep their friendship in good standing. Or rather, help keep them in good standing again-- he'd ruined it the first time, and he knew that.

He shoved his feet back into his shoes, then left.

He ran into James as he was leaving the Common Room, which hadn't been part of the plan. When he ran away from Moony or Wormtail, they let him. James always followed. Sirius didn't know if that's because they were dating, or if it was because they lived together at Potter Mansion when they weren't in Hogwarts. Either way, Sirius saw him and immediately shrank back, like maybe James wouldn't see him. Which was ridiculous, of course. James saw him and beamed, then put a hand on his arm like he always had. Like nothing had changed.

"Hey, where are you headed to?"

"Library," Sirius muttered.

"Smashing. I'll catch up with you in a minute."

If he'd had the time, Sirius would've tried to tell him that he wanted to study alone and James's presence would distract him. But James pressed a kiss to his cheek and then was in the Common Room. It would be easier for Sirius to accept that this was happening than to chase James down and try to tell him that it was no big deal. With a sigh, he turned and continued walking to the library.

True to his word, James showed up a few minutes after Sirius picked a table. He'd barely started getting set up when the seat across from him was filled. "Hey, sorry that took so long," James said with his usual grin.

"I hadn't noticed."

Sirius's lack of enthusiasm didn't dampen his spirits in the slightest. Or if it did, he didn't show it. "Nothing wrong with getting our work done early, but is there something wrong with our dormitory?"

"Moony was up there."

"So?"

"I didn't want to disturb him. He always says that I distract him when I'm studying."

"He does?" James asked.

"Yes." Though it was more like Remus had said it a couple times back in second year and never again since, but it worked for Sirius right now, so he'd said 'yes'.

"Huh. Who knew?"

*

James kept doing it. Sirius would try to sneak away to give the rest of them space, and James would find him. He wasn't even using the Marauders Map-- Sirius knew, because he'd started taking it with him to try and prevent it. He was always able to find Sirius in the handful of cases that he was able to get away at all. James caught him most of the time, tailing along with Sirius's excuses like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Stop it," Sirius snapped at him one day, as James slid into the chair across from him.

James blinked. It was hard to say what was going on in his head when he let his expression go blank like that. "Stop what? Talking to you? I'm not going to do that."

"Stop pretending like nothing's changed!"

"I wasn't aware anything had changed," James replied evenly, like Sirius hadn't just yelled at him in an empty classroom with no provocation.

"I nearly killed Snape, and I made Moony do it for me. It's different now," he hissed. "Stop pretending otherwise."

James blinked again, a shameful expression coming over his face to replace the blankness that had been there before. "I thought it would make you feel better."

"To pretend that I didn't bugger everything up? Remus hates me, and he has every reason to. I can't believe Dumbledore didn't throw me out of Hogwarts; he should've."

"Don't say that."

"Why not? It's the truth."

"You made a mistake," James argued.

"Nearly murdering someone isn't a mistake. It's a crime. And what did I get for it? A couple weeks of detention. I've gotten worse punishment by mucking about with the Slytherin Quidditch teams' brooms. I got two months for that. Nearly killing someone was two weeks."

James didn't say anything. He didn't think that more detention would make Sirius feel better about this. In fact, he didn't know what would make Sirius feel better. He'd thought that his presence would help, but obviously it hadn't.

Sirius turned back to his book. He hoped that James would leave, but he didn't move. Not so much as a twitch or shift in his weight.

"Moony's forgiven you, you know. I know that he's told you he has."

"Yes, Moony's forgiven me, and Wormtail's forgiven me, and I'm not convinced you were ever mad enough at me to merit forgiveness." He sounded bitter about that, but James didn't know why; he would've thought it was a good thing that James wasn't mad at him. "Dumbledore got slightly more stern with me than ever before, but I'm not sure his forgiveness was a thing to worry about either. Snape will never forgive me, and that sits fine with me."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Things are different. And everyone's pretending that that's not true. Like, if we just pretend that nothing happened, it'll be true." Sirius had been upset from the moment James sat across from him, but now he was losing his temper, hand curling into a fist as his words became more venomous-- if not in his phrasing, then in his tone alone. All of a sudden, it became clear to James that Sirius hadn't forgiven himself, and that's why he was so upset.

"What would you rather I do? Scream and make you feel horrible?"

"It would at least be something," Sirius said, looking at James challengingly-- as if he actually expected for James to start yelling now that he'd said he would prefer it that way.

"I'm not going to do that," James said flatly.

"Then why offer?"

James leaned forward and flicked Sirius's knuckles.

He flinched away, a flash of pain crossing his face.

"You're being an arse," James said. "You know that none of us want you gone, and yet you run away like you're doing all of us a favour. Do you really think that Moony isn't beyond annoyed with you right now? He wants to see his mates, but not if he has to go around, hunting them down. Running away is- it's not always the solution. It's sure as hell not the solution right now. Does it really make you feel better? Because it doesn't make any of use feel better, and I sure hope it's doing something for someone if you're doing it every bloody day, ten times a day. Suck up your poor, pitiful feelings and at least pretend that you're a decent person."

"Really?" Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow. "This is your brilliant idea for how to make the situation better?"

"...No good? I thought I was making sense."

"Oh you were making sense, but it's not something you'd ever say to me genuinely."

"Hm. Yeah. That is unfortunate. Is this the part where you kick me out?"

He shook his head. Despite everything, Sirius found himself feeling better. Maybe it was that this was the first conversation they'd had where it didn't feel like they were both walking on eggshells around each other.

"Does that mean we can go back up to the dormitory? These chairs are uncomfortable."

"I don't think I'm ready for that," Sirius said, looking down at his hand. He'd bitten his nails down until there was no more white showing; James hated when he did that.

"Okay," James said slowly. He didn't know how to do this. He didn't know how to convince Sirius to forgive himself. It had been a close call-- there was no denying that-- but at the end of the day, Snape hadn't been hurt. Scared, yes, but not a hair on his head had been harmed. "You still feel guilty for what you did. You nearly got Snape killed." It was the first time he'd actually said those words aloud to Sirius, and he couldn't say that he liked it. Unfortunately, it was the truth, and it was one Sirius wanted someone to say to him. "I get it, it's horrible, and you don't know how to keep going after something like that."

"It's not that. Not just that, I mean. Yes, I did something that was completely horrid, but it's not like it's hard to keep up with the day to day of Hogwarts."

"Then what is it?"

Sirius opened his mouth, then closed it again. He flipped the page of his book, then flipped it back to where he'd been at the start. "I thought I was better than that. Different. I wasn't supposed to be anything like my family, but killing another student and getting away with it? I might as well be back at Grimmauld Place, learning how to be the leader of an Ancient and Noble House."

"You didn't kill him," James said, even though he knew that that wasn't the point Sirius was trying to make. "You're nothing like them."

"Am I not? I'm just like them, only I don't hate all muggles just for existing. That's hardly enough of a difference to matter."

"I think it would matter to muggles."

Sirius paused. "I- yes, of course, that's not what I-" He stopped and cleared his throat. He closed his book. "I'm just going to run to the kitchens." He shoved the book in his bag and got to his feet. He reached the door, then realised that James was still sat there, not moving. He glanced behind him. "You coming?"

James smiled at him. "I wasn't aware I was invited."

"You've never let that stop you before."

"Forcing my presence on you is exactly as much fun as it sounds," James said, getting to his feet. "As in: not fun at all."

"You didn't let it stop you," Sirius said again.

"Well, no. You needed company, whether you wanted to admit it or not."

"And you enjoying my presence?"

"Mere coincidence," James said airily, and it did not fool either of them.

#prongsfoot #marauders #james potter #sirius black #fanfic #established relationship #hogwarts time #no voldemort au #siriuslystarbucks

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain: Chapter 803: Échecs:  Part I / III

Neo made vigourous motions in her cell.

"I honestly have no idea what you want." Winter said to her. In reply, Neo turned around in a huff. She didn't know what she wanted, either.

* * *

Jaune was going through the gardening tools and supplies. The tools had been ignored for maybe over century, and were all seized. The seeds were maybe salvagable, but were not exactly labelled. Cleaned seeds did last, but he wasn't sure how long. They usually just planted them the next season.

"Jaune-jaune?" Nora asked.

"Yeah, Nora?" he replied, and turned to see Ren and Nora there. "What's up, guys?"

"I have a crazy question." Nora continued.

"Shoot."

"Where are Uncle Qrow, and you know, Mr. Xiao Long and Ms. Branwen staying?"

Jaune looked blank for a moment. "I thought they were in the servants' quarters, which... we really have to do something about. Can't we call them like Other Quarters or something?"

"You're the boss." Nora stated.

"Winter and Taj share a floor, while Ilia is alone on hers." Ren stated.

"She's what?" Jaune asked.

"She stated she is on the only one on the third floor." Ren continued.

"Then where are they staying?" Jaune asked.

"That's what I'm sayin'." Nora added.

* * *

Jaune walked out of the guardhouse on the roof and saw Ruby balancing perilously on one of the parapets, with Weiss nervously looking nearby.

"You have never had the best of balance?" Weiss nervously said to her.

"Ruby?!" Nora shouted as she walked out of the guardhouse, causing Ruby to nearly lose her balance, and Weiss nearly began to panick.

"She... can Petal Burst?" Jaune asked, and both looked at him, confused. "Okay, not why I'm here, uh, Ruby?" he asked, and she proudly stood up straight.

"Yes, Jaune-dear?"

"Where's your Uncle Qrow staying?" Jaune asked.

"Is she not staying with Winter?" Weiss asked.

"That's not what Winter said." Nora stated.

"Ilia?" Ruby asked, only to see Jaune shaking his head.

"Then where is he staying?" Weiss asked.

"And how about your dad, and, uh, Raven?" Jaune asked.

Ruby Petal Burst down and gave Jaune a hug and then kiss on the cheek. "Let's ask them." she eagerly said.

"Then, perhaps?," Ren asked, "You could tell us where they are?"

"Oh?!" Ruby asked, "They are down the, um, hill?"

"Ramparts." Weiss said, with Jaune uncertainly bobbing his head back and forth. She then turned to Jaune, "Are they not ramparts?"

"If they were fortified." Jaune stated.

"Ah, yes." Weiss quipped, then turned to the guardhouse, "Then let us get to the bottom of this conundrum."

* * *

JNR + RW walked out the front door and down the hill. "Uncle Qrow!" Ruby shouted.

"Kiddo?!" Qrow replied and jumped up on a rock. He waved at her, and she waved back. The group walked up to him.

"So, question?" Jaune asked.

"Where have you been sleeping?" Ruby asked.

"Ah, the jig is up." Qrow stated, "I'm a hobo."

"He does kind of look like a hobo, except for the cape." Nora stated.

"It is tattered." Ren added.

"Cute." Qrow stated, "Truth is, I'm used to sleeping rough, and this place is kind of supposed to be your honeymoon getaway." he then shrugged.

"I am quite certain we would be content if you stayed with us." Ren stated.

"Sweet." Qrow replied, "But I'm fine."

"Alright?" Jaune asked, "What about Taiyang and Raven?"

"Dad!" Taiyang shouted, and jumped up.

"I... already have a dad..." Jaune uttered.

"Daddy!" Ruby shouted, causing Weiss to pinch her. "Ow."

"What did we learn?" Weiss asked her.

"How about pa?" Qrow asked.

"I really don't know how I feel about that?" Jaune asked, and then shook his head, looking back at Taiyang. "Anyways, where have you guys been sleeping?"

Raven then jumped up. "Out here, of course. Don't let Tai's little shack in Patch fool you, he's at home wherever he is."

"And you are?" Nora asked.

"At home with him." Raven stated.

"Wouldn't that mean?.." Ren asked, "I mean, all of these years?.."

"I haven't had a home?" Raven asked, and turned to look away. "Whatever you think about me, I didn't want to run away."

"I think you care deeply about Yang." Jaune said, "You made a mistake," he continued, and she looked at him, "a mistake that hurt Yang deeply. Her entire world seemed to unravel because of it."

"And you're tying her up, now?" Raven asked.

"Who told you?" Jaune asked, "I mean..." he tried to say as he became flustered.

"Like mother like daughter." Taiyang voiced.

"Tai." Raven harshly admonished him.

"I'm pretty sure he's figured it our, Rae." Qrow said to her.

"I am?.." Jaune asked, and then paused for thought, trying to find the best way to say it, "Not surprised."

"So?" Nora asked, and everyone looked at her, "What happens if Jaune spanks Raven? Is that like cheating?" Jaune sighed and hung his head. Raven blushed and turned away.

"And they wonder why I drink?" Qrow asked.

* * *

Blake looked up from her book in the library to watch Yang approach. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"Chill, Contrary, I just want to chill."

Blake stood and walked over to the nearby couch. She pointed at it. Yang laid down on it and Blake snuggled up to her. Yang gently started petting her ears and hair as Blake snuggled up to her bossom.

* * *

"Hello?!" Cinder called into the tower.

"Intruders!" Nora shouted, and jumped around the corner. Ren sauntered around a moment later.

"Guests." he stated.

"Aren't they prisoners?" Nora asked.

"It's just me." Cinder stated.

"Still an intruder." Nora said while glaring at Cinder.

"Perhaps we should ask our leader?" Ren asked.

Nora turned back into the tower, "LEADER?!" she screamed, and heard him bugling in reply. A moment later Ruby howled as well. After a few moments heavy, weighted footfalls could be heard on the stairs, and it seemed the tower was shaking as he moved. The shadow of his antlers appeared before he did, and he poked his head out.

"Cinder?" he asked.

"It's just." she tried to say.

"We are trying to earn each other's trust." Jaune paraphrased.

"But?.." Nora asked.

"Trying to earn our trust does not mean she has succeeded." Ren stated, "Further, it is not our trust she is trying to earn, it's that of our leader."

"Would you guys have a problem if she was in here?" Jaune asked. Nora looked at Ren, and Ren stayed silent for a full minute before saying anything.

"In so many words." he stated. "It is entirely rational to be... averse to this."

Jaune hung his head and sighed, "I know." He then looked Cinder in the eyes and stepped towards her. "You'll have to leave."

"But?.." she tried to say, and Jaune's look hardened.

"But - nothing!" he barked, and her fight completely disappeared. She seemed withered and alone.

"I'm... sorry..."

"That's alright." his voiced softened somewhat, though still had a hard edge. He then pointed her back to the garden, and slowly, listlessly she turned. He stepped up behind her, hand gently on the small of her back, slowly, but unrelentingly pushing her towards the garden door. He gently but firmly shoved her out the door. When she regained her balance she looked back, seeing his stark silhouette against the doors before he turned to close them. "I'm afraid you'll have to settle for my company."

"If we can't even enter your home, how can we earn your respect?" she asked.

"It's my trust you need, not my respect. I doubt you'll ever get my respect."

"How can you say that?" she asked.

Jaune eyed her for a moment before breathing in deeply. "Simply put, you're a monster."

"But?.." she tried to say.

"Oh, don't try to deny it!" he shouted at her, and Ruby and Weiss' form appeared in the library, looking out. "With everything you've done, do you really think you could be so easily forgiven? Or at all?.." Her soul seemed to die inside her as she hunched forward. "How can you be so broken inside?"

"Do you really want to know?" she asked him.

"No! I don't!" he replied. "I don't know what happened in your past, but I don't know ANYTHING that can justify what you've done! Pyrrha was the best of us, and you took her away from us!.. and Remnant." Yang and Blake appeared on the roof, looking down at them.

"Do you miss her that much?" Cinder asked.

"Yes, I do!" Jaune nearly shrieked, with tears in his eyes. "Remant is worse without her! She was the ONLY ONE in Beacon who believed in me, who trusted me, how taught what I should have already known... She was also one of the kindest, sweetest, most generous women I have ever known, the greatest Huntress I could ever hear of." Jaune wiped the tears with the back of his hand.

"She was just..." Cinder tried to say.

"Just what?!" Jaune screamed at her, and she realized there was nothing she could say to quell his anger. But if there was nothing she could say?

"Then how can I possibly earn your trust?" she asked. She breathed in deep trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"All I know for sure is that you want to try." he replied.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #pollinated knight

[ibijau]

firstly, i would like to apologize for the way that i saw the words “any ship” and instantly took them as a challenge to create new, bad ships. secondly, i am suggesting number 7 with lan xichen/wen xu. no, you did not misread that; mr capybara can get along with everyone so well that i’m assigning him an entirely new evil boyfriend. bonus points if you actually find a way to make this work in a canon or pre-canon universe, bc i sure can’t see one!

Holding their hair back as they vomit into the toilet

See, this is the one that got me in trouble. Because actually, that ship isn’t even that bad to me. I’m pretty sure it has been discussed several times on the xisang discord. And so I stupidly commented on tumblr that well, y’all think you’re giving bad ships but it’s not that awful. And boy oh boy, do I regret that now (not really, it’s gonna be fun)

warning for mentions of violence against a corpse, and for vomiting :)

The nausea hits Wen Xu when they pass through Qinghe, and doesn’t leave from that point on. It goes ever stronger as the cart gets closer to the Unclean Realm. If not for the man sitting next to him and throwing him weak smiles, Wen Xu would have jumped on his sword and ran away. This is a terrible, terrible plan, and he should have known better than to let Lan Xichen get plotting, and yet…

And yet, what choice did he have? Wen Xu doesn’t have his father and brother’s blind faith in Qishan Wen’s power. He understands the power of numbers, of good position, of sheer rage too. The instant Lotus Piers burned, he sent a letter to Lan Xichen, begging for his help. A desperate move after what happened with Qingheng-Jun, but Lan Xichen knows it was an accident. Back then too, they had a plan.

Hopefully, this one will work better.

As they fall into the shadows of the Unclean Realm’s high walls, Wen Xu starts fidgeting with the bandages on his face. If too much of his features show, if he is recognised… Nie Mingjue is on the frontlines, his little brother hidden far away in the Cloud Recesses, but Wen Xu’s face is one even lesser Nie cultivator will have seen at conferences. If he is seen, if he is spotted… this isn’t just about him, Lan Xichen too would…

“Calm down,” Lan Xichen whispers, taking his hands and forcing them away from his face. “I am well liked and well trusted here. And it’s only for a day or two, to avoid arousing suspicions. I always stop here when I’m in the area.”

Wen Xu, growing more nervous with every passing moment, grasps one of Lan Xichen’s wrists. Lan Xichen smiles as best as he can, and struggles against that grasp until they’re holding hands instead, their fingers tightly linked together. It feels more comforting that it should. Wen Xu has no faith in his father and brother, but he would follow Lan Xichen to the end of the world if the other man asked him too.

After a last squeeze, Lan Xichen lets go of Wen Xu’s hand and turns his gaze back to the doors of the Unclean Realm. He frowns and narrows his eyes, as if trying to see something, then turns deathly pale.

“Oh no,” he gasps.

That’s all the warning Wen Xu gets before he hears Nie Mingjue’s booming voice coming their way.

“Xichen! What are you doing here?”

Wen Xu shrinks on himself. He wants to take Lan Xichen’s hand again, to have the other man smile at him, look at him. He resists the impulse, fearful of attracting attention on himself, and watches instead as Lan Xichen smiles peacefully at the man who presents such danger to both of them.

“Mingjue-xiong, this is a surprise,” Lan Xichen says, sounding quite delighted to meet his friend. “I thought you’d be on the front.”

“I’ve just returned to do some decorating,” Nie Mingjue announces, leaning on the side of the cart. Wen Xu doesn’t look, but feels his gaze on him. “Who’s that with you, Xichen?”

“The heir of a small sect attached to Gusu Lan by marriage,” Lan Xichen flawlessly lies. “He was captured and wounded, but I freed him and I’m taking him to safety.”

The intensity of Nie Mingjue’s eyes on Wen Xu grows. They’re going to die, Wen Xu is certain of it. All these efforts, and they’re going to die, both of them.

They’re going to die, they’re going to die, they’re going to…

“Well, I’ve got good news for him then!” Nie Mingjue announces smugly. “The war is going well. Help the man sit up, Xichen. I’ve got something to show that will please both of you.”

“Mingjue-xiong, it’s been a long day, I’d rather…”

“It’s on the way in,” Nie Mingjue explains. “Just sit him up so he doesn’t miss it.”

Lan Xichen’s face remains calm, but his hands are shaking as he helps Wen Xu sit up. In turn, Wen Xu doesn’t have to pretend too much when he leans against Lan Xichen’s side. His nausea is still there, stronger than ever. He must stink of fear so badly it’s a surprise that Nie Mingjue can’t smell it, when everyone knows the Nie are more beasts than humans.

As the cart starts moving, Wen Xu wonders what, exactly, he’s supposed to be seeing on his way in. There’s just not much around, and the bandages on his face do limit his field of vision.

Lan Xichen spots it before him.

Lan Xichen whose body turns to stone, and his grip on Wen Xu to iron.

There, right in the middle of the main yard of the Unclean Realm, there’s a high pike with a head on it. A head that Wen Xu knows too well, because it’s one he sees in every mirror, every puddle of water.

Bile hits the back of his throat, and he has to clench his teeth to avoid puking in public.

“We got him trying to retreat during our last battle,” Nie Mingjue explains proudly, mistaking their horrified silence for admiration perhaps. “He begged for his life like a dog and tried to pretend he wasn’t who we thought. Pathetic.”

In spite of the danger, Wen Xu blindly grasps Lan Xichen’s hand, desperately needing to ground himself.

That wasn’t the plan.

The plan, Wen Xu told his cousin a week ago, was for said cousin to disguise as him, mess up a battle, fake his suicide after that dishonour so nobody would look for Wen Xu, and then run back to his family and take them very far away from this war. Wen Xu gave the man gold, letters to guarantee his passage to safety, and placed his wife and children with Wen Qing’s people since nobody would dare to cross her.

Wen Xu’s cousin had just had his first son less than a year ago. Now little Wen Yuan and his sisters are orphans, and their mother will never know what became of her husband.

“Isn’t it a bit morbid?” Lan Xichen asks in a trembling voice.

“He killed your father,” Nie Mingjue reminds him.

And it’s true, of course, but it was an accident. Lan Xichen agreed that it was an accident. They’d had a plan. How were they supposed to guess that Qingheng-Jun, who hadn’t been seen in over a decade, would finally remember he was sect leader? Wen Xu hadn’t meant to kill him, and Lan Xichen had forgiven him, saying his father had likely just seen a chance to end his life without causing more dishonour to their family.

“It was Huaisang’s idea,” Nie Mingjue continues. “Well, he asked me to do that with Wen Ruohan’s head and to keep it there until he returns, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing the full set.”

“I see,” Lan Xichen whispers. “Let’s hope the war is over quickly then. The smell is going to get terrible if that stays here all summer.”

“I’ve put a spell on it to…”

“Mingjue-xiong, I’ve had a really long day,” Lan Xichen interrupts, struggling to maintain his usual polite warmth. “I know we have talked in a while, but I really would like to rest a moment. May we be given a room for the night? And something to eat as well. I am very sorry, but my plan was to leave early tomorrow morning so I can go back to the frontlines quickly once I have delivered this man to safety.”

Nie Mingjue seems surprised by that demand. He grumbles, and offers to have his healers look at Wen Xu, to have his men deliver him back to his sect. Lan Xichen politely refuses all of that, claiming some vague oath to do this in person, and Nie Mingjue gives up.

Wen Ruohan needs armies to be respected and obeyed, while Lan Xichen needs only to smile.

Terrified beyond words, Wen Xu leans heavily against Lan Xichen as they are walked to their room for the night. He doesn’t need to pretend weakness. Every time he looks around and sees a Nie crest, every time he hears Nie Mingjue’s voice, his legs buckle under him.

As soon as the door closes behind them, as soon as he’s alone with Lan Xichen and safely out of view, Wen Xu falls to his knees.

“I’m going to be sick,” he gasps.

Lan Xichen barely has time to put a basin in front of him before Wen Xu starts heaving, and before long his last meal makes a return.

It lasts too long. Even when there’s nothing left to puke, Wen Xu’s body is rocked by dry hiccups that make it near impossible to breathe. He can’t stop thinking of that head on a pike, a head that should have been his.

“I’m sorry,” Lan Xichen whispers, holding his hair out of the way with one hand, rubbing comforting circles on his back with the others. “I’m so sorry. I never thought he would be there and… well. You know Mingjue.”

Wen Xu nods, a nearly hysterical giggle escaping him before he finds that though he’s empty of food, he can still vomit bile.

He knows Mingjue indeed, the man who has sworn he would avenge his father, who has looked at Wen Xu as if he wants to cut him in pieces since the day he became sect leader. Him and that sneaky brother of his have always scared Wen Xu, something for which his brother and father have mocked him sometimes.

Wen Ruohan probably isn’t laughing anymore. Or if he is, if he thinks he’s just rid of the weaker of his two sons at last, that only proud and devoted Wen Chao remains… then he’s a bigger fool than Wen Xu ever thought him to be, and he won’t be missed by his eldest son.

Between Wen Ruohan and Lan Xichen, the choice was always an easy one.

#lan xichen #wen xu #xuchen #chenxu #nie mingjue #mdzs #wtf is the ship name for this though??? #jau writes #Anonymous #bad ship prompts

[tintinwrites]

the stars were made for falling | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Fifteen

A/N: You simply cannot imagine the emotion I have poured into this piece. I really hope you all like it.

Rating: M but only bc it’s slightly dark

Warning: Angst. Naughty words. Mentions of past torture. Slight sexual references.

Word count: 4,133, apparently!!

Summary: Poe sees Rey emerge from her room for the first time and they have a chat. His talk with you is not nearly as lighthearted as that one.

Masterlist

GIF credit: captain-flint

Tags: @marvelous-revengers @the-lady-of-stars @jxhn-mxrphy @ella-solei @chloe-skywalker @itsamedeemoney @shakespeareanwannabe @fxnxtical @peachdameron @ladyflyer20 @americasass-romanoff​ @thetoxicegg​ @spaghetti-666​ @dogsandrocketsocks​ @katshrev​ @woakiees​ @yougottakeeponkeepinon​ @arsonistvoyager​ @pnkthunder​ @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead​ @charlotteisabella​ @bisexual-space-slut​

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Poe didn’t visit the medbay again. It was clear that his presence only made you angry and you’d been in a lot of pain when you were laying how you felt out for him.

He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already did.

A briefing with Leia told him you were cleared to leave, but you had to rest in your quarters since walking only aggravated your injury.

It was probably once or twice a day that he would find himself approaching your door, wanting to knock, and come in, and fall to his knees for you, and sob into your bed about how much he hated himself for everything he did to you — from letting you be tortured by them to letting his own stupidity treat you like you were nothing to him.

He would stand there for probably twenty minutes with his hand raised to knock.

Then he’d shake his head at himself and go wherever he’d intended to go, knowing you weren’t ready to hear what he had to say.

You emerged from your quarters about a week or so later, Poe’s heart seeming to skip a beat when he saw you slowly, carefully walk into the dining hall with Finn behind you.

He pretty much molded himself to the caf machine when you walked by, shrinking under the glare of Finn, not sure if it was from how he’d acted when you were hurt or maybe you told him everything he’d done.

Leia was the only person with enough grace to forgive his dumb ass and that was only because she had the love of a mother in her heart.

He saw you walking around the base a little more every day, whether you were having a meal or doing your best to get back into the swing of working on what little the General was allowing you to do, and anything he wanted to say to you seemed terrifying as soon as he’d lay eyes on you.

All his confidence and passion to tell you how sorry he was and to open up to you like you’d begged him to seemed like something undoable when he’d see you, think about you crying if he dared to open his mouth about everything.

He had never been the kind of guy who shied away from what he wanted to say, but he was scared of hurting you or angering you more.

Most nights involved nightmares of being tased or hurting you which meant he would sleep for a couple hours then try to find something to distract himself.

BB-8 had mostly forgiven him, but he was met with quite the reprimand when he woke him up from charging for a little company.

He was used to wandering around the base alone at night, whether he decided to work on one of the broken down ships that had been bartered for or try to spruce up the place a bit to make it more homey.

Imagine his surprise when a figure stepped out of the dining hall as he was passing by and Rey stood there with wide eyes, some snack hanging halfway out of her mouth.

With everything, he had almost forgotten; Rey’s seclusion the moment she came back from helping you escape the First Order, Hux’s mention of being the Supreme Leader.

“Long time no see.” His voice was soft as if he might spook her with how long it had been since she’d even left her room for more than a second, though it occurred to him that he’d been wrapped up in himself enough that perhaps he didn’t notice her healing.

“I heard you’ve been a difficult man,” she said around a bite of food, slowly taking the rest of it out of her mouth.

Great. Not even the woman who had mostly been hiding away was unaware of his stupidity.

He ducked his head in shame, but realized that you and him were not the only ones broken by what the First Order had done.

“Stupid question. How are you doing?”

“I’m...alright.”

“You’re a liar.”

“Really, Poe.”

He was leveled with a stare that was half-sad and half-hopeful, and he moved to sit with his back against the wall, gesturing for Rey to sit across from him.

They sat there with their legs stretched out, finding space between each other’s feet for their own to comfortably lay.

“I really thought I could convince Ben...Kylo to come to our side, but the power of winning went to his head. He wanted me to join him still and I said no and...all I could think of was Leia.” She ran her arm across her face to wipe away her tears and Poe could almost see the scavenger she once was in the movement.

“She never even mentioned feeling him...or maybe she did. I’ve been such a self-absorbed asshole lately…” He took the bit of food that Rey offered him.

“Lately?” She flashed him a little smile.

“You’re so funny.” He had to admit that it was nice to see someone smirk at him rather than glare or cry at him.

“She knew. She did come to me telling me she...understood that it needed to happen and that he was past the point of coming to the light. It took me a bit to believe her, but I’m...I’m alright now.”

“He was kind of a dick anyway.”

It was also nice to be able to have a little humor even if he was still broken down inside, something he didn’t realize was missing when he was the one being a dick.

Rey rolled her eyes at the way he waved his hand as if Kylo Ren was entirely unimportant despite the way her neck would tinge pink at the introduction of inappropriate words, then looked at him with soft sympathy. “How is she?”

He furrowed his brow. “Who? Leia?”

She gave him a meaningful stare. “Finn told me everything that happened and he popped in once or twice to tell me some things, but he’s been busy helping Y/N to give me any more updates.”

“She...she, um...you know, she’s fine, uh, I’ve seen her around a bit more now and she’s a little bit slow, but that’s what happens when someone stabs you in the back. When two people stab...I’m sorry.” The light humor was now replaced with his own guilt and pain as he put a hand over his eyes to shield his tears from her.

“A wise man once told me that it’s good to cry,” Rey hummed, leaning forward to gently tug his hand down.

That was him before he became like this, had let his own brokenness turn him into a shell of the man who used to try his hardest to be good; Finn and Rose had been taken and Rey tried to hide her tears from him when she ran off and he told her that.

He’d cried or gotten emotional about it every day until that night in the pilot’s seat when he found something that eased it all.

And how did he repay you?

He stabbed you in the back before Hux ever did, pulled himself away from you even though he was something you cared for and told you that night meant nothing.

“I fucked up, Rey. I thought pushing her away was the right thing to do, but I only hurt her more and now? I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me. I don’t blame her.” It was obvious to him now that you must have told Finn what happened and Finn must have told Rey during one of the times he went to her quarters to see her, and her silence now made him wonder if she kind of hated him, too.

“I’m not exactly well-versed in this, Poe, and you did some terrible things...but I remember when you were taken that she was crying. That means she cares for you, doesn’t it? She’s going to forgive you one day. Not that you truly deserve it.” What might have been seen as offensive yet correct was softened by the dimpled grin Poe saw.

“I hope you’re right about that. You know, it’s late. Shouldn’t you be in bed right now?”

“I was hungry!”

Rey waved her half-eaten snack in the air and Poe laughed softly as he stood, reaching to help her to her feet and tilting his head at the strange look that was now in her eye. “What?”

She smiled. “You’re a good man. I’m starting to learn that even good men are stupid sometimes and I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”

He was not as sure since you had told him that he wasn’t a good man, but you were angry in that moment. Maybe if he proved himself to you…maybe he’d done too much to you for you to ever forgive him. He needed to try proving himself, though, right? You’d never forgive him if he gave up on you as if it didn’t really matter to him.

You mattered too much for him to give up on winning your favor again.

“You should get some sleep, Rey.”

“You look as if you haven’t slept in months, Poe.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“You should try.”

He grunted, watching her walk down the hallway. He wasn’t sure if she meant try to get some shut eye or try talking to you as if she could read his mind about trying to show you he hated himself for what he’d done to you.

Could she do that with the Force or was she intuitive? He wasn’t really sure, but now he was thinking that if he didn’t try to talk to you again in fear that he would hurt you and it would lead nowhere, it was certain that you would never forgive him.

He would do this.

You’d begged him all that time to come back to you and opened up to you, and he’d been too afraid to hurt you with his own pain that he’d hurt you even more.

It was time he told you everything.

Time he let it all out.

Perhaps it would be good for him as well as a way to show you that he was serious about how much he cared for you, that he didn’t mean anything he’d said or done to you when he was trying to push you away.

You mattered too much for him to let his fears make you think you didn’t.

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He was going to talk to you.

He was going to do everything you had pleaded with him to even though it would hurt, even though he was afraid his own pain would hurt you.

Maybe you didn’t want to hear it, but he owed it to you.

Maybe you would send him away or maybe you would realize how much he really did regret pushing you away.

It was your choice.

Baring his pain was the least he could do for you and you had every right to say it wasn’t enough, to tell him to fuck right off.

Then he supposed he could move on with the knowledge that he didn’t need your forgiveness because any hope of even a friendship with you would be squashed.

And he could deal with the woman he loved hating him and it being all his fault for acting the way he did.

Right?

That thought alone made him want to turn right around and speed walk away from your quarters, but the thought of your possible forgiveness and what he owed to you regardless of whether you forgave him or not made him knock on the door.

It was opened to show Finn standing there; Finn who pulled himself together for you and Finn who knew it was more important to take care of you than to push you away.

Poe ducked his head. “Can I talk to her alone?”

Finn stared, then looked over his shoulder at what was probably you somewhere further in the room. “It’s Poe, you want—?”

There seemed to be a silent conversation and then Finn — a man he considered to be his best friend in the galaxy, but, stars, it’d been a long time since they last really talked — looked at him begrudgingly, stepping into the hallway.

He grabbed onto Poe’s arm when he moved to walk into the room.

“What you did...was not cool. She’s still healing, from you and from being stabbed. Please, Poe, just…”

“I know.”

Finn relented somewhat, gazing into Poe’s earnest, sad eyes and patting him on the shoulder as he moved past him to go take a little break from helping you.

Now Poe was a little scared again as he stepped into your quarters, wondering if he was going to be greeted by you immediately pelting something at his head.

He would have let you throw an X-wing at his head if you had the strength to do such a thing.

But you looked calm, staring at him from where you were sitting on the foot of your bed, hair freshly wet from the sanisteam.

“Hey.” He offered you a tiny smile.

“What do you want?” Apparently you were in no mood for his awkward greeting, standing up with a speed that showed it had been so long since he talked to you that you had time to heal from a knife to the back.

“I thought maybe we could talk...or I could talk…”

“What about?”

He ran a hand through his hair because you had clearly had time to cool; you were perfectly civil to him rather than railing into him like you could have, but there was anger simmering there. “I know you wanted me to open up to you, baby—”

“Don’t call me that. Please, I...not now.” You crossed your arms over your chest, shielding yourself from him of all people because he hurt you.

“I know this is too little, too late, but I owe it to you. You wanted me to open up to you and I didn’t, I was too scared that my pain would only hurt you. But I was stupid. I hurt you. I’m going to try and make up for everything I did, but...but you don’t have to forgive me. I hope you will, but I understand if you want me out of your life. You were right that I can’t expect you to be okay again by just saying I’m sorry. Those words mean nothing.” He was hopeful when he could tell you were mulling it over in your head.

“I begged you to open up to me, Poe, and I had to be stabbed for you to treat me with some decency.” Your voice was quivering with emotion already.

“I know...it was stupid of me to push you away like that, to let my brokenness turn me into someone I’m not. Please let me do this for you...for myself...now? You can listen, then kick me out of your life if you want. That would be okay.” That would certainly not be okay, but Poe would have to deal with the pain to let you make your own decision that made you feel safe.

You looked down for a moment, then nodded.

This little permission of yours that allowed him to open up to you like you’d wanted made him ecstatic, but he was at a loss for words at first.

Where did one start when talking about the things that scarred them?

Especially when there was this much.

“Where should I start?” His voice was soft, eyes pleading with the detached look on your face.

“Where it started hurting.” No wonder his pain had turned him into a closed off shell of a man who pushed people away when the slightest ounce of kindness in your tone made him want to start crying already.

“It didn’t, at first. You know, I didn’t give a shit what they’d do to me since you and Rey were safe, and I said that right into Hux’s cocky, pasty face.” He was smiling, nearly grinning at the memory of the way Hux’s lips twitched in disdain at his audacity.

His smile still made your heart flutter somewhere beneath your anger; when was the last time you’d seen a genuine, big smile from him? Not the night you’d spent together, nor the morning when he told you that it all meant nothing to him.

A reminder to you of why it did not matter whether he smiled or not.

He hurt you.

How was it possible to still love the smile of someone who hurt you like he did?

“He did some big speech about winning and finally capturing a ‘delusional, irritating twit’ like me, told me that Kylo wanted to execute me in front of everyone but that he had something more fun planned for me. They took my jacket and made me change into, like, what you saw and when I had my shirt off, he told the stormtroopers to stop and…” He had the eyes of a ghost now, haunted and broken.

“They took...they...took...my mom’s ring,” The words seemed to force themselves out of his mouth, faltering around a sob as the painful memory resurfaced for him, and you slowly lifted your head to look at him with...sympathy. “He broke the chain and said he would have it destroyed. And I haven’t...I didn’t...I guess he did? And I tried to escape at first, I tried to fight back at them.

“So they started to...taze me and I still wouldn’t give up. It was probably, like, a week? In that Hux decided to replace my mom’s ring with that chain, to treat me like a fucking pet. I don’t...I don’t even know when I gave up, you know? One day I just...didn’t care anymore. Not when I could see Finn walking around completely oblivious to it all. Not when I knew there was no way out of this.” Tears were unashamedly streaming down his face and still, he tried to talk with that carefree air of his.

“Then they brought you. And I could’ve saved you, I could’ve protected you, but I wanted you to live and I made you live with them. I think about that every day, that I could have let them shoot you and you never would have had to go through that torture. But I didn’t. And having you there...it gave me something to fight for.”

Adoration poured from his haunted eyes and you had to cast your own gaze to the floor or you might have broken right then and there just to feel those eyes on you like a salve for the pain he caused. “And everything else didn’t matter anymore. The tazing...the chain...getting the shit beat out of me didn’t feel like a damn thing when you laid there with your head in my lap, peaceful for the first time in Maker knew how long.”

Your arms fell to your sides at some point during his regaling, relaxed and open.

“Hurting you killed me. I smacked you way too hard and I know that, but I didn’t want him to make me do something worse and I didn’t want him to make me do it again if it wasn’t good enough, and...seeing you fall to the floor because of me replays in my dreams, watching you get tazed, how you cried just because you had to help clean me...how...how...sweet and worried you were for me when I was the reason all this was done to you. All I wanted to do was get you out of there and then I saw you in that uniform and...I don’t remember anything until I saw Hux with his hand around your throat.” You hadn’t granted him permission to say anything beyond what was hurting him, but you glanced up and knew by the softening of his face that something had shifted inside of his head.

“I think about everything I did to you and—and sometimes it’s hard for me to get out of my own head when I think about them pressing that stave into me, but you know what I think about most of all? You did what I couldn’t do. So brave and...you were smart and you did everything you had to do to get us out of there even though it killed you. You were sweet, and you cared, and I ruined it. I was in pain and I was scared, and I pushed it all down, tried to hide by pushing you as far away as I possibly could, but you know what? I lied to you.

“That night? In the Falcon? It meant everything to me. Everything was...stressful and overwhelming, and with Finn and Rose being taken it all seemed so hopeless. And then you were there and you were so...so fucking beautiful. You were soft and you were lonely, and I was too. The memory of that night is one of the things that kept me going for you.” His voice was gentle and low, practically wrapping around you.

“And I told you that I didn’t say I loved you, because I couldn’t tell you that I didn’t love you. I do love you. I do, baby. I do.”

You didn’t tell him not to call you by that name again, but you did turn your face away with a whispered, halfhearted no when he tried to cup your face in his hands, your chin quivering.

He dropped his hands to his sides, staring at you with his brow furrowed in sympathy at your pain once more caused by him. “Having you in my arms again...being inside you again...it was like everything that happened to us was okay for a second. And I watched you sleep for probably hours that morning and you looked perfect, and I was sure everything that I kept pushing down would ruin you and that I would taint you with everything that was hurting me, and I couldn’t do it after everything I already did to you.”

Lifting his hand, tears falling down steadily, he ran his fingers over your hair, your cheek, your neck, pausing with his hand over your heart. “And look what I...what I...I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice broke with emotion as he dropped to his knees before you, his head pressing into your thighs as he wept.

You nearly toppled over, but his hands came up to grip at your shirt and your hips, keeping you pressed tight to him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I let them hurt you. I’m sorry that I ever made you think you meant so little to me when you mean more than everything in this fucking galaxy. I’m sorry I loved you this much when you deserve better. Please forgive me. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I do. But I love you and I want to fix what I did. Please forgive me, I never want to hurt you again…” He was sobbing into you, pleading desperately with you, and tears were now streaming down your cheeks as you listened to the broken man at your feet.

“Fine,” you sobbed, the single word trembling.

Poe looked up at you with his brow pulled tight together, his eyes hopeful though still swimming with tears. “You forgive me?”

You shook your head. “No, but I’m willing to give you the chance to prove yourself to me and if you ever hurt me like that again…”

“Thank you. Thank you!” He didn’t even let you finish, gripping you tighter and pressing passionate kisses to your abdomen and thighs until he nestled his head into you again, shoulders shaking with sobs.

“I know.” That he was grateful, that he had been hurting all along even though you’d closed yourself off to it in your own hurt.

Much like he had done the night you had poured your soul out to him, your hand came down to awkwardly touch his head as if you’d never touched the man in your life; soon you found a slow rhythm of running your fingers gently through his curls.

And you were hopeful for what felt like the first time in forever.

Maybe you could forgive a man who let himself fall apart like this, maybe you could love him someday.

Maybe everything he’d done hurt so much because somewhere, deep down, you already did.

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

[ijustwant2write]

An Unforeseen Future-Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader (Part 5/?)

(GIF credit to @honestsycrets​)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Masterlist

Prompts

Tags: @littlemessyjessi @hains-j @cliffdidanelvis @satsuma-livewasp-nightmares @miss-artemis-wild @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly @millie67 @absolutelynoregretsonlychoices @the-loud-and-crazy-rabbit-pirate @mysticalfairytales @snowblazeblack @darkwolfpeanutskeleton @thatchampagnebitch @thiahilmarsdottir @mzliterarydreamer @newlifeforus​@x-valhalla​ @jazzycasino​ @blonddnamedhandz​ @enchantedbones​ @severewobblerlightdragon @sad-letter​

Summary: Reunited from afar with Bo and the rest of his crew, (Y/N) realises that she can’t rebel against Hvitserk like before. However, she won’t give in to him, she will continue to find the new life she is desperate for, even if it means making an unlikely alliance. 

Characters: Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader, Bo x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, violence, weapons, threats, arguing

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Walking into the tavern, I saw how busy it was, spotting familiar faces within the crowd. A lot of people stared at me, watching as I sat alone on a table, ironically the only one available being in the centre of the room. A thrall immediately served me a cup of mead, scurrying away as soon as I took it from her. Everyone’s conversations got louder once again, though I could tell that their topic had changed. Peeking over my shoulder, I made eye contact with some of the crew members. I had to speak with them somehow, though I had already seen some of Hvitserk’s guards scattered around the place. Before I could think of a plan, someone sat down opposite me, and I couldn’t believe who it was. 

“You dare sit in front of me?” I hissed, my grip tightening around my cup.

Siv looked nervous, but sat up straight and tall. There was faint bruising on the left side of her forehead, as well as her left cheek, and I assumed it was what remained from when I attacked her. It was tempting to lunge over the table and do it all over again.

“Your highness, I-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Then...what shall I call you?”

I hesitated.“Actually, keep referring to me like that. It’s better than having my name in your mouth.”

“I am not here to argue with you. I’m here to apologise.”

I scoffed.

“No, really! You know deep down that I have regretted my decision ever since I realised Hvitserk had lied to me.”

“It seems he does that a lot now. Apparently he’s now manipulative.”

“He told me that you two were so desperate for children that you both agreed to look out for someone you could trust to birth them. At first, it had been some fun for us whilst on the raid, and even then I knew it was obviously wrong. But he charmed me, and I was excited to be with a prince.”

“You were stupid.”

“Let me right my wrong doings, I can help you.”

“And if I I let you, how would you do that exactly?”

“I can tell that you’re restricted to who you can talk to here.”

“And how do you know that?”

“You’re sat here alone, whilst the men and women you sailed with are sat in the same tavern. Where’s the happy reunion?”

I squinted my eyes at her.“I don’t trust you.”

She sighed, starting to stand.“Well, if you change your mind...”

“Wait.”

Siv sat back down straight away.

“Prove to me that you can help me.”

“How?”

“Pass on a message for me. Tell Bo that he has to ignore me from now on, leave me alone.”

“Bo? Is that the leader of the ship you were on?”

“Yes. Do you know what he looks like?”

“Yes. I saw the spectacle of him being dragged away from the docks.”

“Good.”

“Can I ask-”

“No.” I downed the rest of my drink, rising from my seat.“One more thing.”

Quickly pulling my fist back, I swung it straight for Siv’s face, pleased with the loud cry that came from her as she fell to the floor. The tavern went quiet again, apart from some men cheering, encourage us to fight each other. I knelt down next to her, whispering in her ear.

“Don’t let me down.”

As I walked away, I noticed two of Hvitserk’s guards follow me outside, and to of Harald’s guards were already waiting on the other side of the door. Glancing between them, I lazily held my hands up in surrender as if they were going to arrest me.

“Go on then, take me to my husband.”

Two of them walked in front whilst the other were behind me. I was being treated like a prisoner, going to meet my captor. I noticed we were moving away from the main part of the town, there were less houses and only one thin path winding up to a cabin, though not as big as Harald’s. One of the guards knocked on the door, hearing Hvitserk call them in before opening the door. Staring at the man as he held the door open, I slowly walked in, keeping eye contact until he felt too uncomfortable and had to look away. Smirking to myself, I waited for Hvitserk, who was sat in a large chair by the fire, to say something. He simply waved his hand, dismissing the guards. Once the door was shut, he started speaking.

“I was worried about you.”

“Were you?” I said, pouring myself a drink.

“I need to speak with you, about that man.”

“Bo?”

His jaw clenched as I mentioned him.“Yes.”

“What about him?”

“You can’t see him anymore.”

“I know.”

“What?”

Although I didn’t want to, I got closer to Hvitserk, standing in front of him, but not too close.“I knew you wouldn’t want me to see him. So, I told him to leave me alone.”

A small smile appeared on his face.“Did you really?”

“Yes. I don’t want anyone hurt, Hvitserk. Do you hear me? No bloodshed will come out of this.”

“I promise.” 

As he got out of his chair, stepping towards me, I created more space between us.“Not yet Hvitserk.”

“Can’t I just hold you?”

There was a tiny sign of the old Hvitserk, only for a second. It was sad really, my Hvitserk had been taken over by a jealous, cruel spirited man, he was unrecognisable. His arms were raised, expecting me to fall into them. Crossing my arms over my chest, I shook my head, the realisation of his wicked ways clicking in my head.

"(Y/N), I ask just one small thing of you."

"No Hvitserk. If you think all can be forgiven so quickly, you have grown stupid."

Letting his arms fall back down to his sides, he let out a small chuckle. I could tell he was frustrated, wanting things back to normal but having to deal with how stubborn I was. I stood my ground as he approached me, snatching my hand away as he tried to hold it, but he grabbed my forearms, not even struggling to hold me as I thrashed about.

He shook me.“I don’t understand you!”

My eyes widened.“You don’t understand me?”

“Yes! I love you, I want to be with my wife.” his voice was strong, but I could see the pain behind his eyes.

“You should have thought of that before you brought that whore back with you.”

“She’s gone, Siv means nothing to me now.” his grip loosened.“I realised the mistake I made, isn’t that enough?”

The door creaked open, grabbing our attention as it hit the wall. Standing in the doorway on his crutches was Ivar, an amused look on his face. He spoke as he dragged himself inside.

“I see the happy couple are getting along well.”

Hvitserk finally let go of me, I instinctively rubbed my arms, something he didn’t miss.“You never have been one to knock brother.”

“I have come to see if things are finally settling down between you.”

Hvitserk closed the door.“You could have asked tomorrow.”

“You might have been dead tomorrow.” Ivar stared at me. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Has she not told you about her little plot with the sailor?”

Hvitserk’s head whipped around to face me. If I wasn’t scared before, I was beginning to feel the fear now.

“Plot?” Hvitserk reiterated.

“There is no plot!” I defended myself.“I told you, he is leaving me alone now.”

“Was that before or after you sneaked away with him. It looked very cosy between you two.” Ivar smirked, loving the drama he was causing.

“Hvitserk, he is lying to you.”

“Why so defensive?” Hvitserk snapped back.

I was speechless. There was nothing I could say to change his mind. The softness that had appeared was long gone, and I had been counting on that to use to my advantage. 

“(Y/N), what exactly did you say to him?”

“I just told him to leave me alone. I did it out of sight because I didn’t want to be seen with him. I knew you would be angry, and I knew you had people watching-”

“I don’t believe you.”

I raised my voice.“What do you think happened then? Do you really think I’m that much of an idiot to do anything with him in public?”

“You’re going to stay in here until he set sail.”

“What? No!”

Ivar was grinning now, enjoying the show. It was extremely tempting to jump over that table and hurt him.

“You’ll be safe here, my men can guard you-”

Instead of arguing back, I sprinted towards the door, only to have Hvitserk grab me. With quick thinking, I stomped on his foot, managing to wriggle out of his arms. Spinning around to face him, I unsheathed my sword, growing worrisome when he did the same. 

“I don’t want to hurt you (Y/N).” he breathed out.

“You won’t.”

I swung down my sword in the first attack, knowing he would block it. His attacks were as strong as mine, and we went back and forth, knowing each others movements too well. Luckily for me, I was starting to gain ground, pushing him back towards the fire. He tripped backwards over the chair he was originally sat on. Instead of fighting him further, I turned around to flee, only to also fall flat on my face. Quickly looking behind me, I saw Ivar, who was now gripping onto my leg, somehow sneaking up on me, as if he were a snake. Kicking back, I missed his face, yelling out as he pulled himself higher up my leg, axe in his other hand. Just as I raised my sword, he did so with his axe, a manic look in his eyes until Hvitserk grabbed his wrist, preventing him from hurting me.

“Grab her legs.” he ordered.

I screamed as Hvitserk abandoned his brother, easily missing my swings. He pinned down my arm with the weapon, kneeling on it so that I would release it. I fought against the pain, but had to cave in when it became too much. Sliding it away from us, he produced rope that I hadn’t spotted, tightly bounding my hands together. 

“Don’t do this! Don’t tie me up like this!” I shouted.

“I need to know that you’re doing as I say. And if it means keeping you here, then I’ll do it.”

Glancing down at Ivar, who still had a hold of my legs, I spat at him. On instinct, he let go to wipe it away, giving me a chance to kick him in the face again. The pleasing sound of him in pain gave me brief happiness, but it went away when Hvitserk started dragging me along the floor. I made myself a dead weight, not having the desired effect. As we entered the bedroom, he hauled me to my feet, swiftly picking me up bridal style; this used to make me swoon, especially when he would throw me on the bed. Unusually, he laid me down gently, attaching the rope around something above me, something I couldn’t see. There was no use in moving, because I was tied up tightly.

“Hvitserk, please, this is the only thing I’ll ask of you, the last thing.” I pleaded.

He slowly turned away, and as he left, I heard him call out to his brother,“Ivar, come on. I need to track down this sailor.”

#Hvitserk Ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson imagine #hvitserk ragnarsson imagines #hvitserk ragnarsson x reader #hvitserk ragnarsson one shot #hvitserk #hvitserk imagine #hvitserk imagines #hvitserk one shot #hvitserk x reader #vikings #vikings imagine #vikings imagines #vikings one shot #vikings x reader #vikings fanfic #vikings fan fic #vikings fanfiction #vikings fan fiction

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Anti-Catra/Catradora

This series has always felt like the Catra Show, and so much so that even Hordak never felt like the main villain. And nothing drove that point home more than season five proving once and for all that this series moral line(or lack there of) is REALLY about a Villain Protagonist when the character that increasingly became a MONSTER for FOUR SEASONS still got everything she wanted in the end.

Catra is the poster child for the moral bankruptcy of this series.

I can’t buy her “redemption,” or her relationship with Adora, because she WENT TO FAR.

Therefore nor can I buy the HYPOCRITICAL mental gymnastics that arise when she is a topic of discussion in the fandom.

For four seasons I watched this character WILLINGLY and GLEEFULLY jump rope with the moral event horizon. Then she finally broke it to the pieces when she genocides the planet, and everyone on it, because of her sick,evil obsession with being better than Adora.

Loved all this time my behind.

Catra was a vile person from her introduction, and just got increasingly more poisonous as the show went on.

The story seems to want us to treat Catra like a bad friend that said a few mean words here and there, and therefore all she has to do is sincerely apologize then friendship can begin again.

Here’s the thing Catra wasn’t just a bad friend, but also an ABUSER and a FASCIST.

She had multiple opportunities to leave the horde, had no reason to stay in the first place, gleefully attacks the resistance, is pretty much the direct reason Angela died, tried straight up multiple times to end Adora’s and her friends lives, and was just an abomination to even the ones on her side etc..

On the flip side we have Adora who doesn’t give a damn about Catra for four seasons. She’s too busy enjoying life with her REAL  friends. Try and recall, was there ever a moment where Adora was…concerned for Catra’s safety? Pining for her in any way romantically? Ever? Even once during the first four? Because I don’t. Honestly Catra wasn’t important to Adora until Catra showed up on screen. And then they both wanted to kill each other. Any moments of Adora thinking about Catra it was in the context of Catra being her ENEMY.

But I’m supposed to believe in their romance based on what?

Catra’s toxicity? Adora’s nonexistent romantic feelings for pretty much the entire series?

In season 5 all Catra had to do was one act of atonement and out of nowhere, like Adora has been possessed by the ghost of Queer Rep, she suddenly can’t get Catra out of her head. Also note Catra didn’t save Glimmer because she realized her past actions were evil, no it was all for Adora’s sake; the person she is toxically obsessed with.

Back to Catra, her redemption is handled with the most condescending of kid gloves.She seems like she was replaced by a clone for season five. She’s just accepted. It’s like seasons 1-4 didn’t happen.

The forgiveness was excessive, and therefore forced, so we could be okay with this ABUSER/WAR CRIMINAL being chummy and romantic with her victims.

For example Glimmer cries over her, kisses her cheek etc… Yet Catra is responsible for her mothers death, the world ending once before, trying to kill her, war crimes against Bright Moon etc.

Then Entrapta also forgives Catra like it’s nothing even though she sent HER TO DIE, and apparently she was in this hell space for a YEAR.

Same with Scorpia who forgives Catra’s toxicity in five seconds.

But everything is suppose to be wonderful because an abuser ends the series romantically involved with her victim?

When Adora said you made your choice now live with it THAT should have been the end of any reconciliation either platonic of romantic.

Even her flashbacks are her being abusive. You see her in one of them( in her so called redemption season at that) SCRATCHING Adora’s FACE to the point it left BLOOD,and JUMPING ON HER STOMACH just because Adora DARED to be friends with other people.

This was pretty much every childhood flashback they showed. She would emotionally and physically abuse Adora, and then Adora would take her back. This would continue even as near adults. It was a PATTERN(red flag) that Adora unfortunately didn’t escape. 

But…..I always loved you,says Catra.

For ADORA’S own mental health/closure she could forgive,but only if she also makes it clear that she doesn’t want her abuser/war criminal ex friend back in her life.

I could have tolerated that ending instead of Adora becoming a COUPLE with her ABUSER.

Basically this villain sue ends the show getting everything she wants even after evil manipulation of several characters, genocide, war crimes against her own people, physical and mental abuse(especially toward Adora), repeated attempts at murder toward again especially Adora( bares repeating loved all this time my behind) as well as anyone else within spitting distance of her toxicity.

She gets to be pretty much a abusive scum bucket for four seasons, on top of ACTUALLY DOING THE SAME THING PRIME WANTED TO DO, yet whiplash forgiveness and Lesbians 4 Evah is her ending.

“So we’re all just okay with this?”, says Mermista incredulously of the war criminal Hordak. Good question,but then I remember you all seem to be okay with war criminal Catra who is pretty much Hordak’s parallel soo ….

Her mirror Hordak, according to the showrunner, is sentenced to beast island for his war crimes. However, my question then becomes where is Catra’s sentence?

Oh, that’s right if you’re Catra you get to be a war criminal in peace.

It’s also convenient that Mermista’s was chipped,and therefore didn’t get to say anything to the girl who helped bring down her kingdom with a smile on her face.

Funny how that worked out.

It’s even more convenient that her victims gave their lighting fast forgiveness.

Can’t have icky things like abuse and war crimes get in the way of that ending smooch you know.

I suppose we also just need to look at Angella as collateral damage while we smile at her daughter hug and kiss her killer I guess.

I also find it odd(since were loving abusers and war criminals) that Shadow Weaver point blank doesn’t get forgiveness from Adora, and she even ends the series dead. However, she defected to the good side in season two(regardless of any impure motivation), and stayed there and helped the protagonists until her season five death. But Catra who not only stayed with the conquering organization the Horde for almost the entire series,and even became their LEADER, was not only forgiven but also given a romance with her victim. Curious.

I’m tired of this abominable trope invading every piece of media.

An antagonist crosses the moral event horizon, and some even break it to pieces, but somehow the story gets selective amnesia and thus they are free to join the protagonists with their numerous sick crimes ignored or a sob story is bsed into a justification onto why we should ignore physical and emotional abuse and/or the numerous bodies piled up.

When you don’t have a moral LINE in your narrative then that means you have already made a mockery out of morality and numerous victims.

The only way I can stomach her season five ‘redemption’, and lighting quick forgiveness, is if I forget the monster of four seasons didn’t exist. Problem is I can’t do that.

Why should I get any catharsis that the protagonists prevailed over Horde Prime when you have two characters in  particular(Hordak,Catra) that are pretty much him with a sob story attached. If THEY get to kumbaya with the hero’s then Prime should to because that’s honestly where the morals are at in this story.

I had to stop watching two shows(Vampire Diaries and Once Upon a Time) because I got tired of this sick trope. There were SEASONS worth of whitewashing and selective amnesia for two sick and evil characters(Damien Savatore and Regina), to the point their VICTIMS became their BIGGEST CHEERLEADERS and LOVE INTERESTS.

There is no justice when this vile trope is in play.

The moral event horizon exists for a reason. It means once a character has jumped over it then there should be no moral way they can come back from it.

Humanizing them is a good narrative choice,but that humanization doesn’t and SHOULDN’T erase their heinous crimes.

Thus the only true ending that moral event horizon characters should get are redemption equals death or thanks for growing a conscious and helping us out, but you’re STILL going to prison for life afterwards kay. They don’t get to kumbaya with their victims while the other one’s, THE DEAD BODIES, stay cold.

But you know if I HAD to I COULD have TOLERATED Catra and Hordak going on an atonement journey so they could help the people still living that they made homeless/ lives they ruined. Also they can do this while they both get the therapy they badly need.

I needed CONSEQUENCES that STUCK.

Instead Catra (ADORA’S ABUSER) gets to make out with Adora(HER VICTIM), and also become her girlfriend as well as best friends of her other victims.

So it seems this show’s message is no matter how much emotional and physical pain a person does to you it’s okay to not only let them back in your life(damn your mental health I guess),but also enter a romantic relationship with them to.

Yes, that’s what children need to see.

I did my research on the show runner, and the creators pet/villain sue bias became clearer when I did so. Catra is HER pretty much, and Adora is her wife.

That explains EVERYTHING, and not in a good way.

What the show’s title should actually be called: She-Ra: The Show Where The Villain Sue Antagonist,War Criminal Abuser, Gets a Happily Ever After With Her Victim; Whom She Emotionally and Physically Abused for Four Seasons. Another alternate: She-Ra: The Story of Lesbian Reylo.

Thank you for sharing this submission with us.

#submission #anti c//a #anti catra #(not my post)

[itsjustafia]

Destiny & The Titans

Since the theme of season 3 is DESTINY, I started thinking of how it could be involved in each character’s arc. Basically my predictions with a little bit of what I hope to see. It’s long, I got carried away 🙃

KORY

Kory’s whole story revolves around destiny. Her whole life she’s known what her destiny is and has working towards it. But after she comes to earth and is able to experience freedom for the first time, she’s torn between doing what she has to do and doing what she wants to do. But Kory has run out of time to make a choice; and all the consequences of her actions have now caught up to her all at once and it’s becoming hard for her to handle. I’m really interested to see how her demeanor will change in s3. Kory’s known to be the positive light of the group, but with everything going on with Blackfire she’s definitely shown signs of manic behavior, like the therapist said. So it’ll be interesting to see how she acts around the team. Will she have random outbursts at the team, or distance herself from them? Either way I can see them all being worried about her, especially Dick, which will force her to tell them everything. Anyway, I’m super excited for her arc, and to see the dynamic between Kory and Kom explored.

DICK

Dick is finally Nightwing. He has finally overcome his violent ways, and has forgiven himself for what his past mistakes. His destiny is now being a leader to his new family and team. He needs to now trust in them and their abilities, and not take matters into his own hands; no more self-sacrificing.  He also needs to loosen up and be more approachable.  I hope we get to see a lot more team meetings and discussions about whatever they’re dealing with; and Dick checking up on the younger Titans and giving them some comfort and advice.

***DICKKORY***

They just need to be together.

GAR

Gar has been through so much he needs a hug and some therapy, first of all. But his destiny is ultimately to become Beast Boy and to not be ashamed of that; it’s part of his DNA. As of now he can only turn into a tiger, but the tiger probably reminds him of all the bad he did while under CADMUS’ control. I’m thinking he might be apprehensive to shift into it now, so that might push him to want to transform into different animals. But back in s1 he mentioned that he became a tiger because that’s his favorite animal. So his arc for the season could be figuring out how his powers work, with the help of his teammates. This could hopefully give us a look into his past because we don’t actually know much about Gar.

RACHEL

Even after defeating Trigon, Rachel is still struggling to control her powers. They’re changing, and she’s having a hard time dealing with them. Her destiny is accepting that she’s different and figuring out how to use her seemingly evil powers for good. Like Kory said to her, she has a choice even though her parents didn’t set the best example for her; she doesn’t have to choose that same path. With Rachel being on Themyscira, I hope she gets training from the Amazons that will help her to deal with her emotions. Successfully resurrecting Donna will probably give her a confidence boost too and she’ll be able to convince herself that she’s nothing like her father.

DONNA

Donna’s destiny is obviously her transition to Troia. In her s2 flashback, she kind of had the same dilemma that Kory now has with having to choose between two different lives; one with the Titans and Garth or one on Themyscira. She ended up making her decision too late and she lost Garth because of it. Hopefully she comes back as herself, and not evil because of Rachel’s powers. When she does come back to life, I think she’ll be determined to live life how she wants to and not being stuck in the past; this involves leaving Wonder Girl behind. I’m also gonna need her and Dick to have a good talk because she owes him an apology.

CONNOR

Connor has been struggling with deciding on whether he’s more like Lex or like Clark. But I think his destiny is creating his own path and just being Connor. This will involve him picking which traits of both his dads he likes and wants to keep and which traits he has to work on keeping subdued.

HANK  & DAWN

Their destinies should be not being Titans anymore.

But anyway…

Hank was doing well at the beginning of s2. He was focusing on helping others without being a vigilante, and it was essentially helping him too; he was calmer and happier. But he got forced back in. I think he and Dawn should stay broken up. I liked the fact that he was able to realize that his relationship with Dawn was founded on loss and pain; they’re toxic together. Since Greg hinted at one of them getting a career change, I think it’ll be Hank that strays away from the team.

Dawn needs to be alone for a while. She needs to figure out who she is as person outside of a relationship. She hasn’t been single since her mother died so she probably hasn’t fully been able to deal with it. She enjoys being a vigilante because she can cause other people pain to distract from her own. Now being single, this is a good chance for her to become the pacifist/peacemaker she is in the comics.

ROSE & JASON

Not sure about them tbh.

I hope that the rumors of Rose being written off aren’t true because I’d like to see more of her character. She’s more interesting than others.

Jason’s destiny is obviously Red Hood, but his revenge on the Titans doesn’t seem valid. I understand some of the Titans were wrongfully mean to him; but that was only 4 people and one of them is dead and the other went away with her. This could all be fixed with an apology. But I’ll wait and see how that turns out.

#Titans #titans season 3 #dickkory #starfire #nightwing #beast boy #raven #wonder girl #superboy #hawk and dove #ravager #red hood

[fantasyraindrps]

Anti Catra/Catradora

This series has always felt like the Catra Show, and so much so that even Hordak never felt like the main villain. And nothing drove that point home more than season five proving once and for all that this series moral line(or lack there of) is REALLY about a Villain Protagonist when the character that increasingly became a MONSTER for FOUR SEASONS still got everything she wanted in the end.    

Catra is the poster child for the moral bankruptcy of this series.  

I can't buy her ''redemption,'' or her relationship with Adora, because she WENT TO FAR.  

Therefore nor can I buy the HYPOCRITICAL mental gymnastics that arise when she is a topic of discussion in the fandom.  

For four seasons I watched this character WILLINGLY and GLEEFULLY jump rope with the moral event horizon. She eventually finally broke it to the pieces when she deliberately GENOCIDES everyone on the PLANET, because of her sick,evil obsession with being better than Adora.  

Loved all this time my behind.

Catra was a vile person from her introduction, and just got increasingly more poisonous as the show went on.  

Season Five wants us to treat Catra like a bad friend that said a few mean words here and there, and therefore all she has to do is sincerely apologize then friendship can begin again.  

Here's the thing Catra wasn't just a bad friend, but also an ABUSER and a FASCIST.  

She had multiple opportunities to leave the horde,and had no reason to stay in the first place, gleefully attacks the resistance, is the reason Angela died, tried straight up multiple times to end Adora’s and her friends lives, and was just an abomination to even the ones on her side....    

On the flip side we have Adora who doesn’t give a damn about Catra for four seasons. She’s too busy enjoying life with her REAL friends. Try and recall, was there ever a moment where Adora was...concerned for Catra’s safety? Pining for her in any way romantically? Ever? Even once during the first four? Because I don’t. Honestly Catra wasn’t important to Adora until Catra showed up on screen. And then they both wanted to kill each other. Any moments of Adora thinking about Catra it was in the context of Catra being her ENEMY.

But I'm supposed to believe in their romance based on what? 

Catra's toxicity? Adora's nonexistent romantic feelings for pretty much the entire series?    

In season 5 all Catra had to do was one act of atonement and out of nowhere, like Adora has been possessed by the ghost of Queer Rep, she suddenly can’t get Catra out of her head. Also note Catra didn't save Glimmer because she realized her past actions were evil; no it was all for Adora's sake i.e. the person she is toxically obsessed with.  

Back to Catra, her redemption is handled with the most condescending of kid gloves. It’s like she was replaced by a clone for season five. She’s just accepted. It's like seasons 1-4 didn't happen. The forgiveness was excessive and forced so we could be okay with this ABUSER / WAR CRIMINAL being chummy and romantic with her victims.

For example Glimmer cries over her, hugs her, kisses her cheek etc... Yet Catra is responsible for her MOTHER’S DEATH, the WORLD ENDING once before, trying to KILL her, war crimes against Bright Moon/HER KINGDOM...  

Then Entrapta also forgives Catra like it’s nothing even though she sent HER TO DIE, and apparently she was in this hell space for a YEAR.  

Same with Scorpia who forgives Catra's toxicity in five seconds.  

But everything is suppose to be wonderful because an ABUSER ends the series ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH HER VICTIM?

When Adora said you made your choice now live with it THAT should have been the end of any reconciliation either platonic of romantic.  

Even her flashbacks are her being abusive. You see her in one of them( in her so called redemption season at that) SCRATCHING Adora's FACE to the point it left BLOOD,and JUMPING ON HER STOMACH just because Adora DARED to be friends with other people.

This was pretty much every childhood flashback they showed.

She would emotionally and physically abuse Adora, and then Adora would take her back. 

This would continue even as near adults. It was a PATTERN(red flag) that Adora unfortunately didn't escape.  

But.....I always loved you,says Catra.  

For ADORA'S own mental health/closure she could forgive,but only if she also makes it clear that she doesn't want her abuser/war criminal ex friend back in her life.    

I could have tolerated that ending instead of Adora becoming a COUPLE with her ABUSER.  

Basically this villain sue ends the show getting everything she wants even after evil manipulation of several characters, genocide, war crimes against her own people, repeated attempts at murder,physical and mental abuse(especially toward Adora), and just being a complete psychopath to anyone within spitting distance of her toxicity.

She gets to be pretty much a abusive scum bucket for four seasons, on top of ACTUALLY DOING THE SAME THING PRIME WANTED TO DO, yet whiplash forgiveness and Lesbians 4 Evah is her ending.    

"So we're all just okay with this?", says Mermista incredulously of the war criminal Hordak. 

Good question,but then I remember you all seem to be okay with war criminal Catra who is pretty much Hordak's parallel soo ....  

Her mirror Hordak, according to the showrunner, is sentenced to beast island for his war crimes. However, my question then becomes where is Catra's sentence? Oh, that's right if you're the creator’s pet you get to be a war criminal in peace.    

It's also convenient that Mermista was chipped,and therefore didn't get to say anything to the girl who helped bring down her kingdom with a smile on her face.

Funny how that worked out.  

It's even more convenient that her victims gave their lighting fast forgiveness.  

Can't have icky things like abuse and war crimes get in the way of that ending smooch you know.  

I suppose we also just need to look at Angella as collateral damage while we smile as her daughter hugs and kisses her killer I guess.    

I also find it odd(since were loving abusers and war criminals) that Shadow Weaver point blank doesn't get forgiveness from Adora, and she even ends the series dead. However, she defected to the hero’s side in season two(regardless of any impure motivation), and stayed there and helped the protagonists until her season five death. But Catra, who not only stayed with the conquering organization the Horde for almost the entire series as well as eventually becoming their LEADER, was not only forgiven but also rewarded a romance with her victim. Curious.  

I'm tired of this abominable trope invading every piece of media. An antagonist crosses the moral event horizon, and some even break it to pieces, but somehow the story gets selective amnesia and thus they are free to join the protagonists with their numerous sick crimes ignored or a sob story is bsed into a justification onto why we should ignore physical and emotional abuse and/or the numerous bodies piled up.    

When you don't have a moral LINE in your narrative then that means you have already made a mockery out of morality and numerous victims.  

The only way I can stomach her season five ‘’redemption’’, and lighting quick forgiveness, is if I forget the monster of four seasons didn't exist. 

Problem is I can't do that.  

Why should I get any catharsis that the protagonists prevailed over Horde Prime when you have two characters in particular(Hordak,Catra) that are pretty much him with a sob story attached. If THEY get to kumbaya with the hero's then Prime should to because that's honestly where the morals are at in this story.    

I had to stop watching two shows(Vampire Diaries and Once Upon a Time) because I got tired of this sick trope. There were SEASONS worth of whitewashing and selective amnesia for two sick and evil characters(Damien Savatore and Regina), to the point their VICTIMS became their BIGGEST CHEERLEADERS and LOVE INTERESTS.  

There is no justice when this vile trope is in play.  

The moral event horizon exists for a reason. It means once a character has jumped over it then there should be no moral way they can come back from it. Humanizing them is a good narrative choice,but that humanization doesn't and SHOULDN'T erase their heinous crimes.  

Thus the only true ending that moral event horizon characters should get are redemption equals death or thanks for growing a conscious and helping us out, but you're STILL going to prison for life afterwards kay. They don't get to kumbaya with their victims while the other one's, THE DEAD BODIES, stay cold.  

But you know if I HAD to I COULD have TOLERATED Catra and Hordak going on an atonement journey so they could help the people still living that they made homeless/ lives they ruined. Also they can do this while they both get the therapy they badly need.  

I needed CONSEQUENCES that STUCK.  

Instead Catra (ADORA'S ABUSER) gets to make out with Adora(HER VICTIM), and also become her girlfriend. She also becomes the best friend of her other victims.  

So it seems this show's message is no matter how much emotional and physical pain a person does to you it's okay to not only let them back in your life(damn your mental health I guess),but it’s also fine to enter a romantic relationship with them as well.   

Yes, that's what children need to see.  

It's also hilarious that some of her fans say she's Zuko.

No.

She's what would happen if Azula and Kylo Ren were made into one character.

I did my research on the show runner, and the creators pet/villain sue bias became clearer. 

Catra is HER, and Adora is her wife.   

That explains EVERYTHING, and not in a good way.   

What the show's title should actually be called: 

She-Ra:The Story of a Villain Sue Antagonist,War Criminal Abuser,That Gets a Happily Ever After With Her Victim; Whom She Emotionally and Physically Abused for Four Seasons.    

Another alternate: 

She-Ra: The Story of Lesbian Reylo.

#catradora #anti catradora #catra #anti catra #spop season five #spop #shera confessions #spop critical #anti c//a #western magical girl confessions #adora deserved better than to end up in a romantic relationship with her abuser

[muthaz-rapapa]

Hope is the Pioneer

Truly, I feel that I can’t say this enough but despite its flaws, StarPre has been such a wonderful season for me in so many ways.

And perhaps the most important one is what this final episode wanted to tell us.

Hope is what paves the way to the future.

Immediately starting with Yuni getting her planet and people back.

She’s been through so much to reclaim her home and her efforts are finally rewarded.

However, it is so important to remember that this miracle didn’t come about because she tricked the universe behind the mask of an idol or that she used her skills to steal from others whatever she needed to achieve her goal, without a care for who she harmed when she did.

The revival of the Planet Rainbow can’t be credited to the mysterious powers of “Twinkle Imagination” either, which Yuni willingly gave up in the end even though keeping it for herself would’ve fixed her planet in a blink.

Rather, the miracle was brought on by Yuni letting go of her prejudices and opening her heart to those who truly respect and accept her for who she is.

This led to Yuni finding the strength within her to be able to forgive Aiwarn, the person who caused her the most pain, which then helped Aiwarn realize the error of her own ways and show sincere remorse by aiding Yuni in finding a cure for the petrification of the Rainbownians.

Had Yuni continued only on the path of a phantom thief, distrusting everyone around her and only relying on herself, who knows how much longer it would’ve taken her to get here? Or if it would’ve been possible for her to reach it at all?

But the point is, Yuni outgrew what would’ve held her back. She threw away what limited her (resentment, suspicions, hostility) and instead chose to cooperate with others to save what was most important to her.

And she succeeded.

Then we have Lala, who’s gone back home after the battle.

No longer is she the neglected scorn of her community or the unfavorite within her household.

The fact that she wants to get back to work right away in order to help better Saaman, the reaction her parents give on not wanting her to leave so soon and that they were even making onigiri to eat together (!!) speak volumes of how gigantic a change her planet is undergoing.

An extremely good change, at that.

Saamanians are no longer overly relying on technology, even though it provided them with so much convenience before.

It’s not just about “Lala style” being the new trend.

Everybody wants to be able to walk on their own two feet now. Regardless of how harder it’ll be for them, at least they can live more freely this way.

They want to live freely like what Lala has learned to do, like what Lala is teaching them how to do.

People don’t have to be assigned and divided by aptitude evaluations anymore. They can chose what they want to do and what they want to be of their own will.

Had Lala not left Saaman in hopes of finding something better for herself, been influenced by her time on Earth and brought back that experience to share with her people, can we say Saaman could’ve removed their attachment to the system they made as the crux of their society?

I don’t think so.

Lala and Yuni’s world are changing, evolving, because they let themselves wish for something even better than what they could’ve imagine.

Yes, them. The girls whose imaginations were stated by the 12 Star Princesses to be even stronger than theirs, the creators of the universe itself!

And that’s just the beginning.

Fast forward several years later, MICHELLE OBAMA has become president of the USA!! HELL YEA, BABY!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

Sorry, I just needed to say that, hee~ :D

Now back to the real important stuff...

The first girl we hear, not see, is post-timeskip is Elena.

And just by that, we already know she not only accomplished her dream of becoming a translator like her mom but she’s gone above and beyond by becoming the person tasked with the job of interpreting foreign news for the entire country of Japan!

What. An. Honor.

Seriously, an international broadcast of a monumental event happening for the nation and she’s at the forefront of that crew covering it. Such an incredibly happy and proud moment, one that other countries want to share their congratulations and well wishes for and Elena is the one chosen to help do just that.

Elena is helping bring smiles on so many fronts like the brilliant sun she is.

Her, a biracial woman of color.

Simply. Amazing. *claps* x3

Then of course, we have our beautiful moon.

Madoka, too, has reached taller heights.

Like her father, she’s become the leader of a very important force, fulfilling and continuing the esteemed Kaguya legacy as she’s always been expected to.

Unlike her father, however, whose (previous) job as a government official was to search for, expose and expel aliens, Madoka is now the head of a project that’s the first, but crucial, step to establishing connections with worlds beyond Earth.

In other words, proactively engaging and forming friendship with the aliens.

And in the face of her father, now Prime Minister, she is nothing but composed and confident.

In her team, in their efforts, in herself.

Again, so different from the Madoka at the beginning of the season who couldn’t even smile from the bottom of her heart until her friends taught her how.

Now she’s out there breaking down barriers in hopes that they can reach even further, to create more relationships like her own. Relationships that can bring so many benefits to Earth and still withstand even the distance of space.

Short-term goals, long-term goals. There’s still so much for Madoka to do.

But when you look at her expression, you can tell that she is nothing but sure in her ability to make them a reality.

That positive outlook not only shaped her but also, I believe, changed her father as well.

For once, it’s Madoka who’s teaching him instead of the other way around.

To not think so restrictedly and to let things come into their own potential rather than controlling them.

If it weren’t Madoka rebelling against him those years ago so that she could find her own way to become the person she is, I doubt things could’ve turned out as well as they did, including him becoming Prime Minister and smiling proudly at her, no less.

Madoka has achieved so many things and will go on to do even more and he’s incredibly proud of her.

Next, the star that never stopped shining, Hikaru.

Let me just say that becoming an astronaut at a major space program must not be an easy feat.

Getting selected to be part of the crew who gets to go space, even more so.

But if we know anyone who can do it, it’d be Hikaru.

Hikaru who’s so passionate about the things she loves, who fervently admires space more than anyone, who wants to know all about the unknown there is to discover out there.

Hikaru, who has a promise to keep with her best friend who’s waiting for her.

Did we expect any less of her?

Certainly not.

She’s made it and she’s coming back to space!

Light years away, said best friend is still waiting but also searching for ways to get back to Earth.

During that time, Lala also climbed ranks of her own, becoming an inspector-of-sorts for the Starscape Alliance and traveling among planets, checking their conditions and reporting them back to her superiors. Making sure the cosmos are in order and so on.

Fortunately, she is not alone as she has Yuni to share her feelings with since they fought alongside together before. 

The two Cures from other worlds.

It’s nice to have someone who understands you in that way, which is why I have at least one reason to be glad that Yuni was integrated into the team as the mid-season Cure.

As for Yuni, I suspect she seldom leaves her planet and has her own busy schedule on trying to make it more habitable to live in.

Thanks to Aiwarn, who may or may not have taken up permanent residence there (and really rocking that haircut), it’s no longer just a possibility anymore and the prospects are growing day by day.

Although I still can’t say I care much for her, I think it’s super nice the Rainbownians have welcomed her among them as Aiwarn had always wandered as a lost child in need of a home and the lack of one is probably why she became so vile and unstable in the first place. With that no longer a concern, she can put her brains to better uses.

On another note, there is no indication whether or not Planet Rainbow has joined the Alliance themselves but I’m pretty certain Lala’s been specially assigned to communicating with them anyway (thanks to her friendship with Yuni) so at least the relation is much more amiable than it was before, even if Rainbow chose to remain independent.

In short, everything’s well on this side of the universe.

A fact further supported by the Notraiders having a planet of their own to call home.

And what a beautiful star it is.

Everything’s flourishing and in bloom. A far cry from their previous headquarters which was perpetually dark and barren.

The facts that the Notraiders themselves made this planet beautiful through their own teamwork and that it was the Starscape Alliance who gave them this planet make it exceptionally more heartwarming in hindsight.

Because remember, these poor souls didn’t have a place to belong. Their previous homes either were destroyed or rejected them.

And then they had their sense of loss twisted and manipulated by Ophiuchus, resulting in them doing bad deeds.

For that, one would expect them to be thrown in jail, maybe even for life. But instead, they’re forgiven and sympathized with.

One would probably expect that they’d want revenge on Ophiuchus as well but instead of chasing after her, they focused all their energy and efforts into making a home for themselves.

Rather than punishment, a second chance. 

Rather than destruction, creation.

So exactly what point am I trying to make here?

Well, I believe that word “hope” means so much more than what we think it really is.

Hope is not just simply having aspirations and dreams. It’s not the good to counter the “evil” of despair.

Hope is something even broader, more difficult, more terrifying and of course, more magnificent than its basic definition.

It’s a sentiment we all share for wanting see a better tomorrow. 

A tomorrow where we can have more than what we have today.

Like the world becoming more innovative, more progressive.

More peaceful and forgiving.

Supportive, understanding and accepting.

Kinder and closer together than we are now.

But tomorrow is also full of unknowns, doubts and questions.

What if it’s not worth it?

What if the world won’t let me be what I want to be?

What if I’m rejected or shunned? What if no one accepts me?

What if I get hurt?

That fear will always be there and it’s indisputable there’ll come a time when you will get hurt because no one lives without being hurt, after all.

From that, you’ll learn what anger, sadness and misery feels like. It’ll either make you want to hide or lash out to protect yourself. It’ll feel like everything’s stopped at that point and you’re stuck there, not knowing what to do next.

But still, there’s always a choice for you to make.

You can decide whether to stay as you are or try to move again.

That is not to say those feelings of helplessness will be invalidated if you choose the latter. Nor does it mean you shouldn’t have felt them in the first place or give up on your cautions entirely.

Rather, it’s because you have those feelings that you can move on from them. To shed them for something better and greater.

“I may be afraid but I don’t want to be afraid forever. I want to face the world with my head held up high.”

“I’ve been hurt and I don’t think I can forgive. But there is something that means even more to me than that.”

“If nobody wants me, if there’s no place for me, then I just have to make a place for myself to be who I am!”

Hope is not guaranteed success.

It won’t always give you the results you want, no matter how strongly you wish for it, and may even bring you down worse than you thought it would.

But without hope, without imagination, then there is no future or possibilities. There is only nothing.

It’s because there’s imagination that worlds and universes can exist. It’s because there is the unknown that we have the desire to know more and become more than what we are now. It’s because there’s hope for us to cling onto that we can always strive to move forward.

All it boils down to is whether or not you’ll let your hopes be hindered by whatever blocks your path.

Be it hesitations, criticism or negativity in any form.

But once you overcome that, the outcome may be even more kirayaba than you could’ve ever imagined.

That’s all, folks! Thanks for reading! :)

#didn't quite turn out how I wanted to say things but eh I gotta pack for trip then go to dinner #star twinkle precure #hoshina hikaru #hagoromo lala #amamiya elena #kaguya madoka #yuni (precure)

[heartists]

zoey’s cat hierarchy.

cat pokémon, like real cats, have a solid and well-defined pecking order in any community they form. this encompasses both big and small cats, intact and fixed cats, dead and alive cats--if there’s more than one cat on a team, you can bet they’ve formed a ranking. in human-owned clowders, dominance is usually determined by how well a cat does in matches compared with the rest of its teammates; there are occasionally individual spats for dominance, but that’s more important in feral clowders. dominance affects things that we humans would consider petty, such as who gets to eat in what order, who gets to play with what toys first and who gets to sit where in the house. but dominance also affects things that humans would consider important, such as self-respect and propriety of behavior.

the rank of zoey’s cats are as follows.

1. ZOEY

surprise! you thought i was going to start with an actual cat, weren’t you? well, in her feline’s eyes, she’s not merely the lowly human they’ve trained to serve--she’s one of them. just as owen grady is the alpha of his velociraptor pack, zoey is the alpha of her clowder. by no means is she the only human who is viewed this way: being seen as lesser is fine if you just want to keep the cat as a pet, but to get a cat to listen to you in battle, you have to convince them that you are a leader, not a servant. 

this keeps her accountable, as any being’s position as alpha cat depends almost entirely on their competence. character of course is a must--an alpha cat that nobody likes won’t stay in power for long--but the nicest trainer in the world won’t do if they are a poor leader. unlike dogs, cats are predisposed to be skeptical, self-interested and assertive about their beliefs; this means that unlike a dog’s loyalty, a cat’s loyalty is always conditional. if following you is no longer a good deal--whether you make stupid mistakes in battle or suddenly start treating your cat like dirt--then the deal is off.

2. GLAMEOW

as the cat nearest and dearest to zoey’s heart, this feisty feline naturally takes the beta spot. she is the de facto leader of the ying cat tribe, second only to zoey when the trainer gives commands on the field. for the most part, zoey lets glameow run the clowder how she wants; she’s noticed that even after accepting a human alpha, cats prefer to settle issues within their own species. glameow is bold and assertive, and isn’t stepping down anytime soon. as zoey’s longest, most consistent companion, and one of her strongest and smartest, she has more than earned her position of top cat--and she knows.

3. MISMAGIUS

he’s by far the oldest cat on zoey’s team--he was a luxray who served her father as a military pokémon, and spends much of his time reverted to his past life form. in times past, glameow tried to defer to him as the beta--many people think she was zoey’s first cat, but in reality, her love of cats started with him. he commands a position of extreme respect among all of zoey’s pokémon as a war vet who fought team galactic and died in the line of service.

there’s one major reason why mismagius isn’t the beta still, even though he’s by far the strongest pokémon on zoey’s team: his guilt. once upon a time, he’d stayed faithfully by zoey’s father’s side through the earliest parts of his current trainer’s childhood; he served as her father’s primary support for his war trauma, and zoey has vague memories of his comforting presence, both in mismagius and luxray form. but as team galactic activity in snowpoint grew worse, he found living there more and more unbearable--it was a trigger for him. eventually he decided that it took such a toll on him, he had to leave the city for his own mental health. too ashamed to admit he was leaving, he instead quietly snuck out at night without even a word to the family he loved, leaving a devastated PTSD-wracked father and his sobbing child behind. he became zoey’s pokémon years later to make amends, and even though he was forgiven by both parties, he still feels like his behavior shows that he doesn’t deserve to be beta.

4. ESPEON

this cat was low on the ranking of felines as an eevee, having formerly been one of zoey’s weakest pokémon. but a while after she evolved, she and zoey learned a technique straight from chinese meditative practices that made her toweringly OP: the calm mind god technique, which you can read about here and here. subsequently believing herself capable of defeating any opponent, she developed a god copmlex and challenged glameow for supremacy over the group. when glameow defeated her, she was forced to accept it…for the time being. she’s biding her time, watching for weaknesses, waiting for the right moment to claim what she thinks is rightfully hers. truth be told, however, she’d be a piss-poor leader: she thinks that the others are inherently beneath her, which rankles with her teammates’ feline pride--no alpha cat ever lasted long who had that attitude, because cats--unlike dogs--simply won’t put up with it.

5. PYROAR

born blind and seemingly without a hope of making it in battle, zoey’s half-vaporeon hybrid pyroar quickly rose up the ranks to become one of her most successful pokémon. he’s like a water-type toph, capable of sensing movements through sent and air or water currents. he used to take fifth spot, but with a series of recent wins he outpaced froslass in terms of his success rate, allowing him to advance up the ladder. he’s complacent with where he is right now, and has no intention of challenging for dominance--he feels like he’s earned a high rank through his strength and prowess, but feels that taking a spot from mismagius or glameow would be overstepping his bounds.

6. LEAFEON

though one would think that she’d outrank pyroar due to her seniority compared with him, leafeon is actually content to be where she is right now. she’s in a friendly competition with pyroar to see who can score the most wins, but if she loses, it’s no skin off her back. really, being the dominant cat on the block was never a priority to her; she’s just content to lay in the sun and photosynthesize. and yeah, sometimes she has to yield her spot to a higher-ranking cat, but when that happens she just shrugs and moves elsewhere.

7. FROSLASS

the ghost sister of zoey’s glameow, froslass is eternally bitter that her sibling lived while she died--and she’s also eternally bitter about her place in the pecking order in general. she believes she deserves to be beta, even alpha, even though her win record compared with those of the cats above her says otherwise. 

her low ranking also has to do with her personality. she’s literally had beef with every single other cat on this list; if she challenged for dominance, at least one of them would back up the cat she challenges. she constantly guilt-trips zoey and glameow for attention, and if glameow leaves her alone for even a MOMENT when she’s needy froslass tells her that she isn’t being a good sister. she’s said that leafeon is the weakest one among them and should be at the bottom, and to the shock and horror of all those who love leafeon, has attacked her for the sake of beating her up. hell, she even pissed off klefki, who never fights with anybody. the last straw came when she insulted mismagius’ record as a war hero, saying that anyone who fought and died for a human cause was nothing but a fool who deserved to get shot. this opinion would actually be popular among many cats if you look in the right places--but this is not so among zoey’s cats, as they were raised by someone from a military family. 

even though froslass thinks she deserves to be beta, no cat will follow a leader that they think is unjust. unless she changes her behavior, she’s pretty much shot her chances.

8. KLEFKI

by all accounts, they shouldn’t be here. when they use the calm mind god technique, their strength actually exceeds espeon’s due to the fact that they aren’t corporeal, rather a disembodied spirit of a sylveon that zoey trapped in a set of keys. however, like leafeon, klefki is incredibly laid-back and doesn’t give a fucking shit about who is top cat. all they care about is constantly honing their ability to play pranks on zoey, and perhaps someday find a clever excuse to leave her leadership.

9. PERSIAN

this newcomer to the squad could probably claw her way up the ranks in no time due to her aggressiveness and ambition, but like all newcomers to any clowder, she starts at the very bottom. try telling that to her, though. she doesn’t know the meaning of “know your place,” and when she tries to boss around the higher-ranking cats she gets all pissy when they don’t obey. she lacks nothing in terms of power, but she has yet to figure out that advancing oneself in a clowder depends on one’s personality as well. cats are stereotyped by humans (and dogs) to be assholes, but the truth is, cats have a zero tolerance policy of assholish behavior among their own kind and anyone who exhibits it is roundly punished. it’s a lesson that zoey and her pokémon are all too willing to teach.

#headcanon. || ZOEY

[ma-lemons]

Moments Together, Part 1

Note: Part of me feels wrong for shipping RoseGarden because Ruby doesn’t seem like the one to portray romantic feelings (that doesn’t mean she’s not capable of those feelings just what I’ve seen so far, she’s a kid who has more important things to do, LIKE SAVING THE WORLD and protecting her friends than to fall in love) but luckily my brain doesn’t give a crap and pretends that it’s all fine.

All in all, I expect Oscar to have a crush on Ruby, whether those feelings are reciprocated, well, that’s not up to me. Besides, I’m more interested in the plot of the show than ships, so this is all harmless fun.

Also I thought Ruby and Oscar were two years apart? So why is it that Ruby is now age 17, and Oscar is 14? I mean maybe his birthday hasn’t happened yet... but whatever.

Anyway just a warning, this has slight RoseGarden, but it’s not really a RoseGarden fic, I just want an excuse to write it. Also, I might be taking another break from tumblr again. :/

And, some of these things will clearly not correlate with the show, as I’m writing this as the episodes are being released.

Summary: While in Atlas, the heroes must face the tension and awkwardness that came as a result of them splitting apart. Secrets are revealed and everyone learns a thing or two about trusting those around them, and most importantly, themselves.

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Nora Valkyrie thought she was pretty insightful. Like it was clear Pyrrha (rest her soul) had feelings for Jaune, or that when she met her, Ilia was totally soft for Blake.

So it occurred to her quite early that someone possessed affections for her silver-eyed friend. A certain farm boy. Ever since she had watched Oscar land a punch in Ruby’s face in Mistral, she felt there was something there.

As they moved along in their journey, her suspicions only grew more. Oscar would occasionally glance at Ruby, smile shyly whenever she was around, and was overall, gravitated towards her whenever possible.

After she and Jaune has piloted a stolen airship from Argus, they had landed somewhat safely in Atlas, in a forest secluded from the main city. As soon as they had made it, Weiss became awfully silent, and she would barely speak a word to anyone.

“Hey, Weiss,” Ruby murmured, coming over to her partner, placing her hand on her shoulder. Weiss looked up, her face worried.

“Weiss... I know you’re feeling a bit... overhelmed. But I promise you, none of us are gonna let your dad take you away. You’re not going back. You’re staying with us.”

Weiss gave her team leader a small smile, to which Ruby returned with a large grin. There wasn’t a lot of people like Ruby Rose these daya. Someone who was optimistic and believed in the best of people. At that moment, Weiss shrugged off the dark feeling that something bad was going to happen, took a deep breath, and followed Ruby off the ship. Weiss has wondered how they could just leave a stolen airship in the middle of the woods, but according to Klein and Ironwood, someone would be up to pick it soon after and return it back to Argus, claiming that the thieves who stole it were being “promptly dealt with”.

Weiss has contacted Klein earlier in the flight. Her butler, was of course, happy to hear from her, but worried for her safety. She had assured Klein that she was well and safe and asked about him. Her blood turned to ice when she heard that her mother was around more, and Whitley was becoming more and more like her father each day. Weiss’ heart broke, but she told her friends all was well when they had asked her.

Klein had a safe house for them, somewhere near the city. He reassured them that there would be no danger and they could call him for help if needed. Weiss received the location on her scroll, and downloaded it into Bumblebee, so Yang could drive them all there. Klein was sworn to secrecy of his brief knowledge of the issue at hand. He knew that they had stolen a ship and needed a place to stay so they could break into Atlas Academy.

Atlas was colder than Argus, and everyone was shivering, since none of them had packed winter clothing. Weiss was the only one slightly prepared, yet she was the one who was the most used to the weather.

“Atlas is too cold, isn’t it?” Ren quipped, noting a shivering Nora. His girlfriend wrapped her arms around him for warmth. “I’ll say. When we get to the safe house, it’s time for a change of wardrobe.”

Maria laughed lightly. At first, she seemed annoyed by Nora’s constant laughter and excitement. Now, she was used to it. In fact, she enjoyed it.

Yang turned her head back at the passengers. “Now that Ozpin’s come out to play, Oscar, what’s the game plan?”

The young boy looked down shyly, as everyone’s gazes landed on him. He was getting used to everyone’s wariness of him, but he didn’t really like it. Even Ruby, who believed in him the most, seemed to be keeping her distance from him.

“Uh, well. Oz says we’ll rest up for a few days. He says Qrow will contact Ironwood and set our plans in motion. Our main goal... he says our main goal is to find the Winter Maiden so we can unlock the relic. After that, we’ll be attending a party for Whitley Schnee, in which a some of us will be providing distractions, while the rest of us will be retrieving the relic.”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Find the Winter Maiden... cause that’ll be easy. Has it occurred to any of you that we’ve never found any of the maidens? Cinder is evil, and dead, and we only found Vernal because of Yang’s mom. And Vernal is also dead.”

Ruby noticed Yang tensing up. Weiss was right. The Huntsmen never had to look for the Maidens... they just kind of appeared when necessary.

Oscar piped up. “Well, Oz says that since the Maidens are some of the few individuals that possess magic, he can feel their auras. So he’ll know when she’s close.”

“So you’re telling me we’re gonna have to basically just wander around until Ozpin’s senses go off?” Qrow questioned. He hadn’t entirely forgiven Ozpin yet. It had taken much convincing for him to even look at Oscar.

Ruby looked over to her uncle, trying to reassure him with her eyes. “Hey Qrow, it’ll be fine. I promise.”

Ruby seemed to be making a lot of promises these days.

As the moved along through the thick snow, the travelers discussed their plans for their days they would spend in the safe house. Qrow quickly called Ironwood to update him on the situation, now that they were closer to an area where there was a signal. Maria planned to train Ruby to use her silver eye power correctly, and Ruby and Oscar made plans to do hand-to-hand combat more. Jaune, Nora and Ren would probably spar occasionally, and maybe check out Atlas’ scene. Weiss wanted to contact her sister, but decided she would go out to buy everyone winter clothing. Blake hastily agreed to join her, in hopes of avoiding Yang’s anger for a while. Yang was silent throughout the ride, though no one could blame her. Blake wanted so badly to talk to her, but realized that would have to wait for another day.

What seemed to be like hours passed. Jaune, Ren and Nora had managed to fall asleep. Weiss was listening intently to Maria read. Blake stared off into space, seemingly disinterested in everything around her. Qrow, surprisingly didn’t have a flask in hand, and was staring at his scroll. That left Ruby talking to Oscar.

“Oscar, you look like a little prince in your new outfit!” Ruby giggled. She still hadn’t gotten over Oscar’s change in wardrobe.

The young boy scowled at the word “little”. “I’m not small, Ruby.”

“Considering I’m one of the shortest people here, ranking about 5’4, and you’re shorter than that, I’d say yeah, you’re pretty little.”

Oscar pouted. “Let’s see who gets the last laugh when I grow taller.”

Ruby’s eyes widened, and she pretended to look intimidated. “Ooh, when Oscar gets taller! I forgot you haven’t gone through puberty yet!”

Oscar was shocked. “I—what? When did you become such a bully?” He leaned over and poked the Huntress in the shoulder. Ruby, amused, waggled her fingers at Oscar. “I wouldn’t try anything, farm boy. I’ll tickle you till you die laughing.”

“And how do you know I’m ticklish?” he asked defensively.

“Oh, please. Everyone’s ticklish. You look like the ticklish type.”

“What... what does that even mean?”

“Hey, keep it down, some of us are trying to read!” said Weiss, from her little corner near Maria.

“I was about to say the same thing, Miss Weiss! Great minds think alike!” the elderly lady beamed. Weiss smiled back.

“Hey,” came Yang’s voice from the front. “Wake everyone up. We’ve made it to the safe house.”

In front of them loomed a large cabin, shrouded by trees. It looked safe enough. Yang made out a deer in the greenery. Seemed peaceful.

Weiss proceeded to wake up Nora and Ren. Jaune was a different story, he was snoring loudly and refused to wake up until Maria thunked her book on his head.

The teams and adults made their way to the house. Atlas. They were finally here.

Ruby looked at Weiss, who looked better than she did on the aircraft. She would be sure to stay close to her, to make sure she wouldn’t panic or get hurt. There was no way any people would be left behind on her watch.

That included Oscar. No matter what, she would protect him. It was rather strange; despite Ozpin being sketchy and mysterious, Ruby couldn’t bring herself to hate him. And she definitely couldn’t hate Oscar. He was growing on her. She didn’t mind, she appreciated his company. He was a young boy, and what he needed now more than ever was a friend, not people coming after him and attacking him for things he didn’t do.

Sighing, Ruby settled down, underneath one of the fleece blankets Klein had left for them. He had stocked food and supplies throughout the house. Ren and Jaune got dinner cooking, while everyone else rested.

It was a long journey, and no one was quite sure what the end result would be, but as for now, they were satisfied that they could be together. Safe.

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So I know this is probably riddled with grammar issues and plot holes (I haven’t watched the past 3 episodes, I have a faint idea of what’s going on). but do you think if I clean this up a bit, should I post this on AO3?

#moments together #rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #team rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #team jnpr #oscar pine #qrow branwen #winter schnee #whitley schnee #jacques schnee #ozpin #slight rosegarden? #bees? #idk even what this is #moments together pt 1 #how many times did i say safe #ill try not to focus on ships #but if it happens it happens

[lupienne]

Dwightyboi

Just some rambles about Dwighty-boi, because I was thinking about that article (see previous post)

Warning: this got super rambly to the point I wasn’t even going to post it. LOL Like I have hard time connecting my thoughts sometimes or getting them out in a concise way. And these are just my opinions/assumptions and views...so please take them as such.

I 100% think Dwight is a problem right now. I think his behavior is dangerous, just like Rick said. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if Dwight’s rash behavior got Rick killed...and I might not even be surprised if Dwight kills Rick himself.

It’s not because I think Dwight is like, or is acting like, Negan at all. I think Dwight has his own fucked-up psychology separate from Negan’s. To me, Dwight has always embraced a victimized role. He also lies and bullshits and dodges responsibility. This is just from what I’ve observed from him. I don’t think he’s a bad person but he has bad qualities that he needs to fix or at least keep in check. 

I’m aware Dwight was harmed by Negan. Negan constantly degraded and made him a ‘cuck’ and teased him and mentally just fucked him up. And of course, he mutilated his face. I’m not excusing Negan’s bad behavior at all. But at the same time, Dwight constantly painted Sherry (and himself) as victims; he blamed Negan completely for Sherry leaving him and he has never forgiven Negan for that. And I think that’s part of the reason Negan teased him a lot too - like, you’re so mad that I’m fucking your wife but you’re also so fucking blind that you don’t see she chose to fuck me and she is a user. Like, he teased Dwight because Dwight was so damn blind and outright refused to place any responsibility on Sherry. When Dwight defected and went to play spy for Rick, he even made up this garbage that Negan would ‘hurt’ Sherry if he didn’t listen and yadda yadda, and acted like Sherry was pining to be back with him. We find out later from Laura that’s complete fucking shit, that Sherry just straight up dumped Dwight for Negan, and even after Negan was imprisoned, Sherry didn’t stay long with Dwight before she was with some other man (and then she was with John and possibly Tara...?)

Holy fuck, I’m rambling, I don’t even know what my point is. LOL I guess my point is Dwight constantly blames Negan for everything. He hates Negan so much and refuses to see other people have any responsibility in hurting him (like Sherry). And yes, Negan treated Dwight badly but he’s not 100% to blame. Dwight also blames the Saviors for the fact he ‘couldn’t lead them.’ He said they were ‘corrupt’. That’s not true at all. He took over and then he abandoned them, and they were always the ‘black sheep’ among the communities. They felt resentful and they’d always been an insular group who kept to themselves, and Dwight didn’t do a fucking thing to make them feel more accepted and to break their insular ways. He just sulked and eventually left them, not because they were ‘corrupt’ as he claimed, but because he didn’t want to lead them and he couldn’t stand seeing Sherry be with other men. When he walks away, we even see Sherry watching him go with this ‘bitch, please, get over it’ kind of look on her face.

So from what I’ve seen, Dwight’s behavior hinges on: he hates Negan. He feels inadequate. He feels victimized. He feels angry. He sees himself as the one to ‘save’ people from people ‘like Negan’. It’s a cycle.

Savior Dwight: hated Negan for ‘stealing his wife’ (aka Sherry willingly leaving him for Negan but she’s totally an innocent sweet angel and Negan is the evil homewrecker), burning him (that would be hard to forgive), “taking over the group” (Here’s Negan, where Dwight’s group eventually turned to Negan more and more for guidance until Negan eventually became the defacto leader). Savior Dwight was also constantly teased and put-down by Negan. Savior Dwight leads an inside rebellion with a few Saviors and the outside groups and successfully helps to topple Negan’s ‘reign’. He then tells the Saviors they’re ‘free’ and he’ll lead them and everything will be sunshine and roses.

A few years later, Dwight abandons them because they’re ‘corrupt’ (Laura calls him out and says it’s because of Sherry) and he can’t deal with it. So leaving them behind with no leadership, Dwight joins Rick’s militia and leads it well. For now, he has a small responsibility and he’s away from Sherry and Negan, so he does fine.

Miliita Dwight: Militia Dwight refuses to give Negan any weapons to fight with. He says he doesn’t trust him but Negan calls him out for still being ‘mad’ about Sherry and tries to convince Dwight that Sherry doesn’t really care for him and he really needs to get over it. Dwight refuses to listen.

Poor innocent angel Sherry dies on accident when with Rick Grimes. Rick lets Negan negotiate with the Saviors.

Since Rick worked with Negan, Dwight now wants to take over and kick Rick out of power and take over and ‘save’ the people before Rick becomes mad with his Neganesque ways.

It’s nothing to do with logic and all about Dwight just hating anything involved with Negan.

Even Laura gets fed up and tells Dwight to pull his head out of his ass.

...Dwight does finally concede that Sherry had some blame. And he even admits that though Negan was an asshole, he at least ‘did what needed to be done (for the group)’.

Current Dwight: in the commonwealth. Sees people being ‘oppressed.’ They ‘hate their masters’ (just like he hated Negan) He must save them. It’s got Negan’s stink all over it. They must be saved. (I don’t disagree that their society needs some tweaking. But not in the way Dwight proposes.)

Long story short, Dwight’s behavior revolves solely around how he feels mistreated by Negan. Everything is Negan’s fault. Anything/anyone that reminds him of Negan becomes the enemy. Negan represents Dwight’s inadequacy. He must become ‘adequate’ by defeating Negan in all facets. Whether that’s Negan himself, Rick ‘becoming Negan’, or the commonwealth being ‘like Negan’ - he must defeat and ‘free it’. That’s how Dwight operates.

So in the end, Dwight’s enemy isn’t Negan or these ‘facets of Negan’ at all - it’s himself.

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