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owliellder · 8 months

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter f! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: You know how each president of the U.S. gets a painting at the end of their term? I'm thinking like that. Plus, my favorite hobby is recreating renaissance art, so I figured this was a good fit (hopefully).

Cross posted onto AO3

Session 1: The Sketches

It was late at night when Leon made his decision to retire fully.

He had gotten home over an hour ago from reviewing mountains of paperwork, most of which pertained to missions that other agents have gone on or will be going on.

Younger agents. More energized agents.

The fact that he hadn't gone on a full mission since San Francisco was driving him up the wall. But that's what he wanted. He requested to hang back the last two years.

Both Chris and Claire had fully retired themselves right after San Fran, Claire being the first to retire to focus on her growing family with Chris following suit only a few months later. Jill was still around, but she was doing similar work that Leon was, only she was in a completely different department which was states away.

Of course Leon still talked with them all as regularly as possible, he'd go insane if he didn't, especially with Claire having a couple kids now. He wasn't the greatest with children, but it was refreshing seeing his friends achieve such normalcy. He wanted them to have the best life they could away from everything.

Having turned 40 a few some months ago, Leon was having a bit of a mid-life crisis. The mission to San Francisco a couple years ago had made him realize just how much toll the job itself had taken on his body. After being assessed and allowed home a few nights after returning from the mission, his body ached; joints creaking, back nearly thrown, just... tired.

Don't get him wrong, he was always tired after missions, but this was different. This wasn't just the regular aches and pains he dealt with after being tossed around like a rag doll, this was age.

Deep in his mind, Leon was still that 21 year old boy in Raccoon City. He never got the chance to properly grieve and move on, his mind forever changed by that event. Mentally, he was stuck there and had been this entire time.

It had taken the man this long to truly recognize the fact that he's older now. He's not that boy from Raccoon City anymore. He hadn't been in a long time.

What was he do to now? Leon had wanted so badly to serve and protect the people, but not like this. Not like he has for the past 29 years.

He spent his most formative years fighting unimaginable horrors, watching people suffer, watching people die. You don't just come back from something like that.

And unlike the friends he's managed to keep close, Leon didn't have someone he trusted. Hell, he barely trusted himself most days.

So now here he was, sitting drunk in his shower with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms resting atop his knees while the water pelted down on him, silently mulling over everything he's ever seen and done during his time as an agent.

The water had grown cold at this point, Leon having quickly lost track of how long he was sitting spaced out like that for. Thankfully, he'd already cleaned himself before he ended up sitting down, so the hardest part now was just standing back up to get himself back out.

It took him a couple more minutes before he finally hoisted himself up with a tired groan, both his knees popping from being stuck in position for such a lengthy amount of time.

Once out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, Leon stared at himself in the mirror; busy studying the crow's feet on both outer corners of his eyes as well as the prominent bags sitting under them, the smile line around his mouth, his now brown hair, the stubble on his face and neck that's he's neglected to shave, and just how exhausted he looked.

How has he never noticed any of this before? Why's he look so different now?

Settling into bed after this brutal realization was a tough task. The man followed his nightly routine of taking four Tylenol and two of his prescription sleep meds before setting his a/c 65 degrees Fahrenheit. He learned quickly many years ago that tossing and turning at night would make him overheat and sweat.

But tonight, nothing Leon did could ease that sinking feeling in his chest, that feeling of unfulfillmemt and shame weighing on him more than ever before.

The poor man barely slept at all last night, hangover evident by the way he was still slightly uneven on his feet as he leaned over the center island in his kitchen, head between his forearms while his hands sat clasped together.

Leon knew what he had to do. He's been feeling it ever since Chris and Claire made their departure, but it was so easy to deny. How was he suppose to give up the one thing that made him important? Sure the stress of his work was heavily tasking on the mind and body, but it's what gave him purpose. He felt useful doing what he did.

The man showed up for work late that day, barely having managed to dress himself. He didn't know exactly who to go to in this scenario, but everyone seemed surprised that the Leon Kennedy would show up for work in some ratty t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The stares were making him incredibly uncomfortable and he was quickly regretting showing up at all.

After sitting in his own office for awhile to avoid the looks and whispers, Leon eventually sauntered over to his superior's office, an almost solemn look on his face as he let himself in after knocking.

Needless to say, Leon was relieved his superior knew this was coming. Slightly offended, but relieved nonetheless.

It had been a long time coming, and it was only a matter of time before Leon threw in the towel, especially since he was now just working behind the scenes instead of on the frontline.

He was allowed to return home for the rest of the day if he wanted to, which Leon quickly took. He really didn't want to be in that building for much longer.

As soon as he returned home he went right back to drinking. And as ashamed as he is to admit, he even cried a little, half empty whiskey bottle in one hand while the other was clenched tightly into a fist as he gripped the pant leg of his sweats.

There wasn't anyone Leon could talk to about this. Chris and Claire had their own respective partners to come home to after retirement, but Leon? Leon had nothing besides a dingy and cold two bedroom house with only the basics inside, including his alcohol cabinet.

The man didn't even give himself time to date, only the occasional one night stand with randoms from the bar. He was too afraid that he would endanger anyone he allowed into his life like that, not to mention he'd been betrayed one too many times to trust in someone that way again. It was his way of keeping himself and everyone else safe.

The therapists he was assigned throughout the years all had the same concern regarding his love life, and deep down Leon was just as concerned, but he rationalized it with that hero complex he developed.

But he just couldn't rationalize it anymore. Leon was alone. He was alone, sad, and afraid.

About a month after Leon's retirement was processed and announced, word spread quickly throughout numerous government branches. There was a celebration set up at the White House to honor his service as a field agent.

The President had separated him and Leon from the party to slowly walk through the many hallways in the building. The old man could tell just how bothered the now ex-agent was by his retirement, so he figured now would be the best time to talk to him about his final task.

"You know," The President spoke up after a couple minutes of the two walking in silence, prompting Leon to slowly turn his head to listen. "I'm sure you've heard it so many times tonight, but you truly were one of the best agents I've ever seen."

Leon chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit at the compliment. He had heard it a lot tonight, but obviously it was different coming from him.

"I'm serious. This county, probably the entire world, would've been in shambles if not for your hours spent." The President continued, slowing his walking to a stop.

"It means more than you know." Leon responded simply, voice a bit gravelly from the few drinks he's had. He took a couple steps more before stopping as well, turning around to face the prominent old man.

The President sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile while nodding. They stood in silence for a brief moment before the old man spoke up again, pointing lazily down the hall. "Follow me, I've got something I want to show you."

From there, the two wandered further down the halls until eventually reaching one hall that had lights more centered towards the walls, highlighting the picture frames that sat evenly spaced out amongst them.

Leon seemed a tad confused until he was able to focus on the first painting they walked by. He knew each president got a portrait painted after their full term was served, but the man in this painting wasn't a past president.

He stopped walking to stand in front of the painting, admiring the details it had before glancing down at the bottom of the elegant frame, a placard reading a name he didn't recognize. What he did recognize, though, was the word Agent that sat in front of the man's name.

While zoned into the placard, Leon didn't register the gentle hand that had been clasped on his shoulder, the President's voice breaking through his trance. "For as long as there's been bioweapons, we've had agents fighting to stop them. But only a few agents have truly outdone themselves. Agents like you."

Leon blinked a couple times before turning his head to look at the hand on his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't quite understanding what he was saying.

The President took his silence as a cue to continue, his sympathetic smile turning into a happier one as he gently tugged Leon's shoulder to get him to start walking again. "The D.S.O. has produced some of the greatest agents since Benford created it back in 2011. You were amazing before, but you've outdone yourself time and time again."

Leon still wasn't quite understanding, really only half listening as he kept his eyes trained to the numerous portraits of agents as he slowly passed them.

The two stopped in front of the last painting in the hallway, only a few spots away from leading into another hallway. It was Chris and Claire in this painting. Chris was sitting down in a chair while Claire stood next to him, hand resting on back of it, both of them smiling.

He studied the painting for a minute longer before whipping his head around to face the President, who was still smiling, as the realization slowly settling in.

"I-" Leon struggling to speak, glancing back at the painting before quickly looking back at the old man standing next to him.

The President simply nodded his head, smile widening with a gentle laugh. "Right. The painting process takes a bit of time, but I think you've more than earned this."

The ex-agent had so many questions. Firstly, why hadn't Chris or Claire mentioned this? But more importantly, he gets to have his own portrait painted?

"The painter knows all about you. She's excited to meet you." The President started down the hall again, Leon not far behind, still stuttering out nonsense as he attempted to form even a sentence. "I'll give you the information you need to get started with her. I have it written down back in my office."

A painting?

A painting. A painting for him. A painting to honor him. What?

Leon was once again sat on his couch, blankly staring at the small business card with a date and time written on it in pen. He'd read the info on the card so many times already, wanting to make sure he got absolutely nothing wrong.

Apparently he didn't have to call and confirm, all he had to do was show up to this random address at a specific date and time, which was soon. In a couple days kind of soon. Also, he thought he was reading the time wrong, but no, it was four in the morning, not four in the afternoon. What an odd and rather inconvenient time.

Even after memorizing the business card front to back, Leon would be lying if he said he didn't forget about meeting up with this mystery painter. He'd been rather aloof the past couple months, it was hard to pull himself out of that funk. He'd been staying up late and sleeping in even later, so hitting snooze on his alarm a good few times was just muscle memory at this point.

It was almost 5am when he realized where he was suppose to be, eyes shooting open as he yanked himself out of bed, desperately trying to clean himself up enough to be at least presentable.

The man was mentally chastising himself the entire drive. It was a short drive, which he was surprised by, and the building seemed quaint; red brick with large windows that sat on what looked like either a second or third floor.

He parked his bike right near what he assumed was the main door, pulling off his motorcycle helmet before knocking and waiting.

The last thing Leon was expecting was you to unlock and open that door; young and pretty, so pretty...

"Mr. Kennedy?" You asked, eyebrows raised slightly with a small smile. He nodded, just barely noticeable, reaching a gloved hand up to wipe at his eyes as he caught himself staring.

Your smile only widened at his nod, stepping aside to allow him into walk in. It took him a minute to realize you were still talking, shaking his head out to refocus himself.

"-again, really, no need to worry about being late. I was trying to work with your schedule but I should've known it's changed up a bit by now, right?" You lead him up a set of narrow stairs, though he was mostly following the smell of your perfume. It was such a light smell but he definitely picked up on it.

You opened a door immediately to the left of the stairs, letting Leon follow you inside. The sun was just starting to rise, shining through the large windows in the open room.

The place was cluttered, yet organized. Crowded, but that just made it all the cozier to Leon. His house was bare and lacked any sort of personality, but this... this place was covered in you.

"I'm glad you like it in here." You said in a quiet voice, looking up at him as he took in your workspace. He was smiling ever so slightly, which you mimicked with a smile of your own. "I try to make it welcoming in here, my apartment is the same way.."

Your voice trailed off as you walked over to a mostly put together set up near the back of the room where the only wall without windows sat. There was a chair sitting close to the wall, the same chair Chris was sitting in for his portrait with Claire, along with your easel sitting empty a few feet away.

Leon stood frozen, only moving his head around as he took everything in. He followed you with his eyes as you fumbled around with something, eventually producing a blank 24" x 36" canvas that was still wrapped in thin plastic.

His mouth made an 'o' shape as he pulled himself from his small trance once again, beginning to slowly make his way over to the set up you've made. He placed his helmet down on the floor beside the chair.

After placing the canvas on the easel, you walked back over to where you'd gotten the canvas from before grabbing a heavily used sketchbook. It was a large one, the paper a light brown instead of white.

Leon had only just realized that there was a faint sound of some form of classical music playing from somewhere in the room, glancing around for speakers before looking back over at you.

"I'm not getting started today, we're a couple steps away from that, so don't worry about appearance just yet." You said softly with a breathy laugh, quickly making your way back over to where he stood next to the plush chair in your setup, his hand feeling over the worn maroon fabric.

Leon nodded silently, moving to sit down once you requested he did, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched you drag over a small table. You worked fast, that's for sure.

Eventually, you'd set up a little tabletop easel to sit on the table you'd dragged in front of him, grabbing your swivel chair to sit in as you placed your sketchbook on the easel, open to a blank page.

"I just need to get some basic ideas of your facial structure since that's most important when it comes to these kinds of paintings. You're gonna be wearing a nice tuxedo when I do the second- no, third sketch for the final painting, but this is just for me to get a feel for you and vise versa." You rambled quickly, pulling out a pencil from one of your pockets before fully sitting down on the chair, bringing your legs up to sit criss cross.

"Uh.. Alright..." Leon responded, clearing his throat a bit. He didn't really understand what you'd said, you spoke a little too fast for his tired brain to keep up, but it seemed like whatever you were doing was necessary so he just rolled with it.

He was left a little speechless again at how you just began sketching, glancing up to his face and down to the page you were working on over and over. "...do you need me to, I don't know, pose or something?"

The way you kept looking at him was making feel a little uneasy. Granted he's never been in this sort of situation before, this whole process was very unfamiliar to him.

"No, no. You can move your head around and stuff. Get comfortable." You waved off, eyes wrinkling as you smiled at him. Leon nodded again, deciding to take the opportunity to look around your workspace again.

It really was a cozy space. Full of color and life, even the curtains you had lining the windows offered so much pattern and detail to the room. The back of the room where the two of you sat was more cluttered with less decor, but the front of the room was a whole different story with those massive floor pillows, blankets of all sorts strewn about, that big fluffy looking area rug, it was all so... homey. It was even inspiring him to decorate his own house a bit.

The sound of your pencil scribbling on paper and the faint sound of the classical music playing was all Leon could hear for awhile, eventually letting out an anxious sigh before beginning to talk. "So... a painter, huh..?"

"Oh yeah, I've been doing this since I was little. Obviously I wasn't that good back then, but I really improved after high school." You immediately responded, voice a little louder than his. Clearly the topic excites you. "If you want, I can hand you one of my other sketchbooks to look at while I do my thing over here?"

Leon patted his hands against the arms of the chair before nodding to the side, pursing his lips slightly. "Mm, sure. Let's see what ya got.."

As soon as he agreed, you stood up and shuffled over to the corner of the room where some desks sat arranged in a makeshift cubicle. You opened a drawer and pulled out a couple sketchbooks, still as raggedy as the one you were using now.

Walking back over, you carefully handed them to him, which he slowly took after meeting your eyes for a brief moment.

Once you made your way back to your chair, he placed both sketchbooks into his lap, opening up the one on top first. The man flipped through them silently as you began to sketch him out again.

You'd zoned into your work, adding just a bit of shading to your sketches to help emphasis some features when Leon cleared his throat again. You leaned to the side to look at him, your smile quickly returning when you saw his baffled expression.

"These are... wow, okay, how old are you?" Leon asked, head jerking upwards to meet your gaze once more. You just giggled in response, using the pencil as a fidget before returning to sketching.

"Sorry-uh, I don't mean to come off as rude or anything, but to be honest, I was expecting you to be some old lady when I saw the portraits you've done." Leon was quick to try and explain, probably misinterpreting your lack of response for unease.

Your giggle turned to a small laugh, leaning to the side once more to look at the man. "Well, I'm glad I could surprise you a bit. Hopefully I don't look old."

Leon groaned and wiped his hand down his face. "Again, sorry. Didn't mean to imply." He shook his head and looked back down at the two sketchbooks sitting in his lap, continuing to flip through them.

It was only a couple hours until you decided you got a good enough feel for drawing his face. Grabbing the sketchbook, you stood up, pencil still in hand, looking down at the sketches you made as you slowly walked over to him.

The man noticed you standing up, quickly moving to close the sketchbooks you'd given him in favor of seeing your new sketches.

"I... I think this'll be enough today. I don't want to keep you too long." You said, handing him the sketchbook. Leon took it from you, careful not to smudge anything as he finally got to see what you've been doing for the past two hours.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he studied the sketches you'd made of his face, seeing all the different angles, even the smile, how'd you get his smile?

You seemed to grow nervous the longer he stared at your sketchbook in silence, his intense look making it seem as if he didn't really like them. "Are they... Are they okay?"

Leon jostled the sketchbook a bit in his hands before standing up, now towering over you as he kept his eyes on the paper. "Just okay? These are beyond amazing."

You let out a small breath you didn't notice you were holding, heat rushing to your cheeks as you smiled at his compliment. "Oh, thank you.. I'm sorry, normally sketches don't take this long but it was stressed to me that your portrait was very important so I wanted to get everything as perfect as I could.."

"Seriously, you're a mad woman if you think these wouldn't be good." Leon chuckled, handing the sketchbook back to you. He kept his eyes trained on you, even after you turned to look down and close the sketchbook. Only a fool would miss that blush on your cheeks, it looked good on you.

"Anyways, when should I come back for the next.. uh..." Leon paused, crossing his arms loosely as he struggled to think of the word.

Luckily, you finished the sentence for him. "Session. Again, this painting's importance was stressed to me a lot, so probably the next time you're available?" You talked while you shifted the small table back to where it had originally sat under one of the numerous windows, tossing the sketchbook down on the chair cushion.

"Alright, since it's importance has now been stressed to me as well, I can probably clear up some stuff in my schedule. How's tomorrow sound?" Obviously, Leon had a completely free schedule, but you didn't need to know that.

"Tomorrow works great! The sooner the better!" You laughed, placing a gentle hand on his bicep as you walked past him to grab a sticky note. "I'll give you my personal number, just let me know when you're thinking of coming over and I'll meet you here, okay?"

Leon looked at your number before pocketing the note, nodding his head with a smile of his own. "Sounds good. Same way out?" He pointed to the door that you brought him in through, bending down to pick up his motorcycle helmet right after.

You confirmed with a thumbs up, now drinking water from your water bottle as you'd forgotten too while focused on drawing. You felt bad for not offering him any water while he was here, but you won't forget next time.

The man gave you a curt wave before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind himself.

You had to admit, you've worked with a very small handful of agents since it takes a lot for them to earn their own portrait, but Leon Kennedy had to be the one of the most handsome men you've ever worked with. Maybe even one of the most handsome men you've ever seen.

Lucky you pay attention to detail, cause you definitely didn't see a ring on his finger.

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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stepbro!neteyam sully helping you ease your first time experience of heat and he offers to fuck you? — that’s right, you want it? you got it wc: 2.7k!

warnings – tw: stepcest, agedup!neteyam, angsty and fighting moments at the end? clit stimulation, pussy eating, fingering, edging? i think, neteyam tries to kiss you but you avoid him, dom neteyam, pussy praising, p in v, p penetration, mean neteyam, you panic at the end? oh gosh he’s a full package.

i just made my own gif and i’m proud!! you can use it btw :)

“point to where it hurts.” — neteyam sully (⨳)

you don’t know how you ended up in this situation but your step brother was in front of you, fully dressed while you were bare and vulnerable, displayed for him to watch every inch of you, his eyes glaring at you with lust.

you whine, looking away and ears folding against your hair. “you’re in heat.” the moment neteyam said it you couldn’t help but feel your eyes widen. “it’s your first time and it’s gonna hurt, baby.” he softly caressed your calf, the slight contact creating a tickling sensation and making you whimper.

you swallow hard when your bare sex pluses again, chest rising up and down so quick. your step brother looks down at you, eyes softening at your suffering state.

you need something, someone in you that can fill you up and make this pain go away. the seeping arousal between your legs was not helping neteyam calm down, especially when the scent was driving him crazy.

“wha…what’re you doing?” your breath hitches when your step brother placed his large hands over your knee, trying to part them open. “i’m gonna make the pain go away.” he nods to your heat.

you’re quick to shake your head, denying the fact you want him to stop it and fill you with his cock. “no, you can’t— we can’t. you’re my broth…” he snarls, nose wrinkling in irritation before he corrects your words. “stepbrother, princess, we are not related and this is fine if we both want this.”

of course you want this, fuck yes you do but he was your brother— well technically your stepbrother since you were adopted but doesn’t mean it was not wrong…right?

your legs are literally shaking, if it was not for the man above you holding them together you were sure you would be wriggling. neteyam would have stopped when you claimed this was wrong but the way you eyed him told him you needed him.

you just need a little pushing to fall from the cliff.

“i will make you feel good. you’re safe with me.” his words are oddly making your inside crumble, your ankle twists to the side and you whine when your pussy clenches on nothing.

“it hurts.” that’s it, right there? you’re coming back to him, giving yourself to the man telling you he is going to make you feel good.

“i know and i’ll make it stop, yeah?” you nod, biting your lips and allowing him to push your legs wider and expose your folds to the cold breeze. “where does it hurt?”

he was not asking you to show him where it hurts right?

you are silent, sucking a deep breath when his palm rubs the flesh of your inner thighs. “talk to me, best girl. where does it hurt?” you whip, eyes closing and swallowing hard to sooth your racing heartbeat.

neteyam always called you his best girl, he called you that when he praised you right the moment you perfectly hit the jackpot with your arrow or when you brought meals by yourself after going for a hunt.

but this time it was different, his tone was so gentle and silent filled with more than one emotion.

“c’mon, point to where it hurts.” he demands, waiting for you to show him. your hand slowly drops down to your sopping cunt, gently pressing on your clit and jerking at the feeling.

you never touched yourself and it shows, your stepbrother was so fucking proud to be your first.

“here.” you pant, licking your lips to wet them. “you want me to kiss it for you?” oh great mother he was so straightforward and it was making it hard for you. you’re so unsure when you nod, allowing the man that’s your non blood related brother to touch your most hidden part.

“words, pretty. i need words.”

“yes,” you gasp for air. “please!” your tone shrieks.

neteyam smiles at the approval, moving you to the bark of the tree and helping you lean to it. he scoots close to you, going down on you and his soft lips meets your calf as he places a kiss on your hot skin.

he trailed kisses, licking on your skin and marking it as his, you’re too weak to stop him. you gasp and lean on your elbows when neteyam gives you a long kiss, a sloppy wet sound smacking against your thigh.

he finally wraps his lips on your clit and your head drops back, moaning when he gently sucks on your hardened jewel and breath with his nose that fans against your pubicbone. your soft cries fill the dark forest, a bundle of tension filling your belly.

“feel better, pretty girl?” he asks, looking up to you from your thighs and your eyes almost roll back to your head at the sight. his face was so close to your heat that his breath was ghosting your folds.

you close your eyes, wanting more and whining when the thick roots of the tree digs on your back. “still hurts.” you mewl and neteyam smiles, you’re such a needy fuck for him.

“of course it does, you’re in heat, needy girl.” if it wasn’t the power he was holding over you right now, he would’ve been a dead meat. your breathing accelerates when you watch him get on his knees, hands sought to his back to untie his loincloth from his tail and hips.

“this what you want? my fucking cock?” neteyam asks, lowering his loincloth. you huff, the warm sensation between your legs becoming extra uncomfortable.

you don’t answer, too distracted by the way his slim waist tapers into defined ‘V’ line sits that are slowly coming to view. your small hand reaches out to help him, tugging on his cloth and making his eyes lock with yours.

oh so you are desperate desperate.

a cry leaves your lips when your stepbrother wraps his hand on your wrist and pushes them back. “what happened to using your words?” you don’t want to use your words, what if you say nonsense and ruin your bond as an adopted sister? you want him inside you and he was talking too long.

“now you have to wait…” the way his cock sprang put makes your thighs almost close. “y’have to wait until i get tired of fucking you.” he says pushing your legs wider, almost pinning them to the grass under you.

in instant, his fingers slide into you, catching you off guard and causing you to throw your head back to the thick roots on the tree you’re leaning on. “neteyam.” he was rough, thrusting his fingers in you with a speed that’s causing a squelching sound,

neteyam watches how your slick saturates his fingers, his other hand coming to your clit, the pad of his thumb flicking it and circling around your pink bud. he was so ambidextrous and caused the bundle of energy coming back to your stomach.

his finger fucks you furiously while bringing you closer to the edge much faster with the bonus stimulation on your jewl. “oh fuck, you’re clenching.” he tells you, eyes taking how your folds were shining with your nectar, thighs shaking and your right hand coming to rest on your pelvis when tbe pleasure it too much.

the ache reaches a maddening level, making you fist on the grass while you cry and ready to let go. it felt so good when the orgasm was about to hit you until neteyam completely stopped.

your eyes shoot open, bringing your head slightly up to look at him. your breath hitches with denial.

“we’re going to keep this up all night if you don’t learn how to speak.” he says, watching you twitch on nothing and shudder. “you’re gonna talk to me or yo irony get that.” he cups your bare sex, making your brain hood with pleasure.

his fingers slid in you again and you’re letting a low get long moan out. the feeling of your climax retiring back so quickly that you’re clenching on his fingers. you try to get off before he pulls his fingers out but he was fast, leaving you on edge.

“neteyam!” you cry out making your stepbrother smile and lean to tuck your hair strands behind your ears. “yes, pretty girl?” you bite your lips and moaning quietly, not wanting to let him know he has an effect on you.

“fuck me, please.” you mewl, making him arch a brow before he sweetly grins. “it wasn’t hard to say, was it?” you nod, humming. “please?” you just beg again.

“you want me to fuck you, sweet girl?” he was a tease, enjoying how your cheeks flushed when he was boldly using those words. he pants quick, dick twitching and sprining forth. “hm?” your didn’t notice he was parting your folds until his tip was circling your opening.

“want me to use you like a fucktoy until i want to stop?” you just don’t care, the heat was now dominating your mind and it was controlling you. “yes.” you can feel him smile. “yeah?” neteyam breaths, slightly pushing to your sopping cunt.

suddenly he was pushing into you without any mercy, not even waiting for your tightened to ease and adjust him. neteyam just fuck you, bottoming out to your hole down between your legs.

you’re roughly yanked to the grass by your waist, completely laying on the ground and spread for him. he leans and uses his one arm to support himself while to other curves on top of your head, so the roots of the tree won’t hit you every time your body jolts when he fucks you.

“you’re so fucking tight.” he moans, his fat cock stretching you when he draws and plunges into you. you just moan, he feels so good you can’t word it out. every time you try to say something it only falls out as a pathetic moan and neteyam only chuckles.

“can’t even say a word, huh?” he pistons his hips, drilling to your pussy and jackhammering you. this was what you exactly wanted.

suddenly he pulls out, leaving you bare and wide open before his hand that was shielding your head slides yoder your nape and brings your head up, bending you forward. “wanna show you how i slide into that sweet cunt of yours.” he moans.

your brows knit, lower lip stuck between your teeth when he slowly fucks his way into you. you try to throw your head back but neteyam only fists on your hair, forcing you to watch what you do to him.

his face twists, nose wrinkling with pleasure. “i have wanted this for so long.” he says, “dreamed of you every day, rubbing one or two out every time. you’re so hot when you sway your hips around, not even aware of who is eyefucking you— fuck!” he hissed, his airy whispers making you clench.

“fuck sweet girl, you feel so good.” you cry on his face, your breath fanning on his lips. “i love you, y'know right? your brother will always love you.” if someone days before told you, you would be fucking your stepbrother who was supposed to protect you? you would have gagged and run to tell your adoptive daddy that people were making sick jokes.

but now look at you? it was embarrassing yet pleasing.

he feels you tighten around him and neteyam groans, snapping his hips faster to make you cum. even the grass you’re laying on starts to loosen out from the ground, your back stinging when his hard thrust knocks you up.

“you’re gonna cum, baby.” he tells you, suddenly leaning close and aiming for your lips to kiss you. you think fast but not straight, moving your head to the side and not allowing him to kiss your lips. neteyam freezes on his spot, chest slightly stinging when you avoid him.

so you still think this is not right? i mean, how the fuck is this going to be right?

as much as he didn’t want it to bother him and tried to ignore the feeling by kissing your jaw and the corner of your mouth, he kinda admits it hurt like a bitch.

the pressure on your belly was unbearable, arching your back when it suddenly hit you. you’re seeing stars, cumming hard on his dick which neteyam loves the sight of. you are holding on to him for dear life, his biceps flexing under your touch.

you tighten on him like never, drawing the waiting orgasm out of him. neteyam cums in you, hot and heavy liquid feeling you up. “baby.” he whines, his voice going high pitched, stuffing his face with the crook of your neck.

you feel him wrap his arms around you, holding onto you and calming himself. everything clears in your sight now, blinking when the hood leaves your amber eyes. you stare at the dark sky, the other planets visible and knocking some reality into you.

he just came inside you? your tears suddenly bream, hands finding their way to his chest and pushing him away from you. the force from your arms roll him off of you, causing him to slip out of your cunt and neteyam stares at you with a wide eye. he was about to ask what’s wrong but from the look of your face, it was better for him not to speak.

“did you just cum in me?” you glare at him, your chest rising and falling. sensing the change of the lustful atmosphere, neteyam’s eyes drop down to your legs, watching his sticky release smeared across your thighs and your bare sex. he tries to open his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

you’re trying not to sob in front of him when you get on your feet, almost falling down because of your wobbly legs. if it wasn’t for neteyam springing up and catching you, you would have hurt yourself. “do not touch me.” you hiss.

you fetch in your loincloth, sliding them and shivering when your folds touched your damp panties. you’re about to leave until he spoke. “we can solve it out…” neteyam was the worst when trying to calm you, like in every situation. “solve it out?!” you instantly bark.

“you fucking came in me, how are we solving this out?” you push him by his chest, making him stumble back. “we are in a big time trouble, do you understand neteyam!” you know it’s not his fault, oh it was not his fault that you wanted this, you were in heat and he was there for you, that’s it.

but you’re panicking and so worried that what will you do if you get preg– you don’t even want to think about it.

“it’s gonna be okay, mo’at wil—” was he knowingly making everything worse? “mo’at what? you think she will happily give me those meds after i told her me and my brother fucked?”

“stepbrother, we are not related.” he growls, “it doesn’t have differences, this is unacceptable!” your tears fall, you were blaming it on him and neteyam understood you. “please calm down.” neteyam pleads and you shit your eyes, as if his words worked in your system.

“i’m leaving,” you say, fully dressed from top to bottom. “please just don’t.” you push your hand out for him to stop when he tries to follow you while getting dressed too. “i want to be alone neteyam.” you tell him and he only bites onto his binder cheek before nodding.

you don’t even look at him when you’re turning and leaving, going out of his sight. and neteyam? he feels something in him break that night, he made you feel this way, now you two must face if any consequences will happen.

but most of all, neteyam realize something. he was falling in love with you, his stepsister that won’t actually see him like he sees her.

i don't know what i wrote, okay? my period is late, i’m sick, uni is starting soon again, my life is a mess. thank you.

i wrote this in like 58 minutes and im proud, i think i’ll do good for others too — likes + reblogs are super appreciated and i love each and everyone of you sm! smooches you all

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Breakeven.

Prt 1.

Bang Chan X Plus Size Reader. Fluff mild angst. Slow burn?

The news broke that V from BTS's stalker was apprehended. The fact that someone got so close sent shock waves through the major companies to up security. Guards for even the groups that didn't have a major following, it felt incredibly necessary. Keeping the artists behind closed doors like hamsters in wheels and a very colorful and elaborate cage. The studio Stray Kids though did the majority of their work for their latest mixtape was across the street from a cafe. The road was mainly foot traffic and standing there on the concrete pavement was a woman with a guitar.

A foreigner. As divisive as that word is in South Korea, that's what she was...singing in English songs from a while back. Breakeven by The Script, Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. This heartache verbalized in the cry of the street. She bowed quietly with the smallest smile if people tipped her, that's at least what Chan noticed from his tower. Yes, the great tower of the unmarked building in the middle of the city. No one knew he was there, nor what the building was. Everyone below him just too busy with their own day to notice. He was grateful for that, but he found himself wanting to be amongst the people. Be there, go grocery shopping, go to a cafe. Exist in the cosmos of the cosmopolitin. So, looking out of the window of the studio he watched this woman. Living vicariously through her. He could hear her if he tried really hard with the window open, but most of the time it was when he snuck into the building he could hear.

Felix was setting down his things in a chair before seeing his friend deep in thought, not moving a muscle, just looking out the window. Walking beside him the blonde followed his eyeline to the girl.

"You know you can go say hi-"

Chan jumped not noticing the new presence slamming his hand over his heart. "Ah!-oh, hi...I dunno what you're talking about..." Brushing the comment off. Felix just raised a brow.

"You stand here and what...stare at her? Man, that's creepy- you wear a mask and a hat and go over. Say Hello"

Chan just shrugged. That was the thing with Bang Chan. With his life experience, the thing he never wanted was to be hurt like he was in the past. To suffer again the things he did getting here. There of course are other things, but when you are in this life it's far easier to make up stories about the driver, the barista, or grocery delivery person? Then to actually...know them. For then they could leave and you would be left alone. Parasocial relationships go both ways remember? So Chan for the first time in a while has had the time to look at the same girl and imagine. Imagine her life, why was she in Korea? Why did she always sing sad songs? Maybe she was a student and this is how she made extra money, or was stranded here and needed to find funds for a plane back home. Or just she liked singing.

So many questions and thoughts and contemplations on the idea of a person, a person he didn't know. While he and Felix went actually into the studio to work he couldn't get her off his mind.

Y/n though was very busy at work. It was hard to get people to notice you when you're in a larger body. At least notice you for the right reasons, notice the voice, the talent (as if). Southeast Asia had the beauty standard of a pin and people paid millions of dollars to fit it. The clothes, the almost infantilization of women? 'Cutesy' shit that made her skin crawl, she could dress like an idol, speak the language fluently, get her hair done at those fancy salons that give you tea; wouldn't be enough. So Y/n decided not to participate. She would sing, play guitar, and let that be the reason she was content. Be understood and heard through music. A couple months out of the year she visited a cousin who lived in Busan for work. Taking a week or so to visit Seoul it was her mission to live. Experience everything she could. That included what she normally did back home, just...here. Where Y/n would sing in front of a Starbucks or a dunkin, or dutch bros really whatever mall adjacent location would allow her to get a set in. Finding a cafe who agreed to let her perform on their property she set up. She just knew this wasn't a hot spot for tourism so felt comfortable in her ignorance if someone made comments she wouldn't super be able to understand them.

So she sang. Song after song not noticing at all the peering eyes from the man a floor above her.

Where Chris was watching. Dreaming of what she sounded like when she laughed, if she had a boyfriend or if he really should say hi to her...fate would have to decide as the rest of 3racha filed into the studio.

And so.....fate did decide.

~too be continued

#stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x plus size reader #works by me #breakeven #felix #skz

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jokatsuya · 10 months

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Love and immortality

Part V Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Morpheus x reader

Wordcount: 1704

Warnings: mention violence and death

Summary: (Y/n) has managed to escape from her predicament in life and is now meeting up again with the man she still doesn't know. Just when she should probably finally get an answer to his identity, unexpected events occur.

A/n: Guess who's back! Right, me :D Can we please talk about the leaks of the second season??? AAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAH Anyway, have fun with this part. Yours JoKatsuya

1789 and I'm sitting here again in this pub, the White Horse. For four centuries now I have been meeting this stranger. One would think to have gotten to know each other, at least a little bit. But no, the only one of us who knows something about the other is the mysterious black-haired man who is sitting opposite me again. Always fashionably dressed with a well-groomed appearance. His looks are really not of a bad nature. Every single day of this last century he was more present than ever in my thoughts. Our last meeting had given me the strength to free myself from my, let's say very unfavorable, life situation. I straightened up and managed to succeed on my own, even if it meant pretending to be a man for a few years. I am not quite sure myself how that went well.

>>I heard something funny the other week. Bloke said to me, he said, "If only the French noble had played cricket with their men the way we do they'd never have had this trouble."<<, I say and close my eyes for a short moment to follow the pleasant sounds of the musicians at the other end of the hall.

>>You know, first the colonies, now France. You ask me, this country will be next for a revolution. I've been salting money away all over the world, which I hope can help me if there really is trouble here. In the meantime... I'm in the foreign trade. You just have to know how to use industrialization.<<, I say honestly before bringing the cup of tea to my mouth and taking a thoughtful sip. All the while, I feel his downright silver eyes on me. Silent, as always when I told him about something. After my initial uncertainty towards it, I have to admit to really enjoying it by now. Very few people could listen so attentively and let you talk in peace. For the normal human being the life time races only in such a way past them. Even if it felt for me also partly so, I had however much more time than this and therefore enjoyed such a conversation only too gladly.

His rosy lips slightly pressed together and with an almost indistinct look on his part, we remain silent for a while. His eyes literally bore into me and leave a shiver down my spine when he finally speaks up: >>It's a poor thing, for one man to profit from the suffering of poorer ones.<< His voice is graced by a touch of coldness.

>>I don't like the inhumane conditions in the factories either. However, it is unfortunately not in my hand to change this.<<, I defend myself sadly with lowered eyes. But he is right. Even children are not protected from the work in the factories. >>It's how it's done, sadly.<<

>>But you can do what is in your power. No matter how trivial it seems.<<, he counters with a piercing look and no emotion on his face.

>>You're giving me advice? After 400 years? But yes, I will consider it.<<, I try to cheer up the situation a bit with a small smile, even if the current topic offers nothing to laugh about. Again I take a sip of the tea, at which I must note that it has now cooled down just like the mood. A small, barely noticeable nod on his part. Change of subject!

>>I saw a production of Romeo and Juliet yesterday. I wanted to pay my respects to our mutual acquaintance after all this time. But can you imagine? The idiots had given it a happy ending. Can you believe it? This sacrifice for love's sake, just undone by such a misappropriated glossing over of the ending.<<, I talk myself into a rage angrily over this fact. I take a last sip from the cup and set it down again.

>>That will not last. The great stories will always return to their original forms.<<, the man across from me replies as a barely noticeable smile slips across his lips. It literally drew me under its spell.

>>You made some kind of deal with him, didn't you?<<, I chuckle lightly out of joy for Will and the legacy he left us. One that I hope will last forever.

>>Perhaps.<<, he confesses.

>>What kind of deal? His soul?<<, I joke, unable to suppress a growing smile. It is ironic that even today I am not one hundred percent sure whether I am really paying for my long life only with my information, or with more.

>>Nothing so crude.<<

>>Four hundred years now, I've been meeting you here and there is so much I still don't know. Who are you? Truly? What's your name?<<, I suddenly ask him again full of ambition to finally get an answer. His lips slowly open after a brief thoughtful moment.

Before he makes the slightest sound, however, a female voice behind him snaps me out of my trance-like state: >>I might ask both of you the same question.<< Both of our heads turn towards it and catch sight of a young woman. Admittedly very attractive.

>>Please, please, do not trouble yourselves to rise. These are Michael and Tobias,<< she says as she walks around the small table between the man in black and me and stops in the middle of it. >>Smugglers by trade. Altough, they're only too glad to augment their earnings by slitting thorats. If you move, they'll slit yours.<<

Trembling at her words, I have to swallow and let my eyes wander back and forth between the two men.

>>They tell of a tale in these London parts, that the Devil and the Wandering Jew meet once every century in a tavern.<<

With a quick glance in his direction, I see that my companion is doing the same. A touch of disbelief in both of our faces. She sounded very convinced of herself. As she continues and with a quick movement produces a note, we look back at her. >>Two years past, sewn into the shirt of dead man, I found this.<<, with these words she comes closer and places the note on our table. There are two people pictured at a table, on the left he and on the right...me?

>>Is that meant to be me? Oh, I look terrible, but you look worse.<<, I joke and give him a quick grinning look.

>>You return to this pub every 100 years, striking bargains with men sharing gifts, immortality, which you will now share with me.<<, she demands in a firm tone, fixing her gaze on the stranger. >>Well, have you nothing to say?<<

>>I am no Devil.<<, the stranger corrects her in a triumphant tone, the corners of his mouth slightly bent.

>>And I'm not Jewish.<<, I quickly add and grin mischievously at her.

>>Fie. What manner of creatures are you then?<<

>>Who wants to know?<<, I now want to know, but more interested in her than originally expected.

>>I'm Lady Johanna Constantine. You will both follow me. My coach is without. I can see there is so much you can tell me. So much I can learn.<<, she enthuses with a twinkle in her eye.

>>No.<<, the stranger's voice again pierces the room. Lady Constantine presses her red lips together, her brown eyes boring into him. I match her in a more subtle way with the latter. Did I expect a different answer from him? I am not quite sure.

>>No, I think not.<<, the stranger adds as he returns her gaze through his dark lashes. If he would look at me like that in another situation... I'm sure my legs would betray me. Still not amused by his words, the woman moves behind Michael and Tobias, who are now slowly approaching us. The iron blades approaching our heads.

>>Get up.<<, hisses one of the two.

Afraid that something bad might happen to us, I jump up and smash my cup against the head of one of them. This immediately shatters and causes a rain of shards. At the same time, I grab the back of his head and slam it down on the table. Straight after that I kick the other one in the middle with the heel of my shoe, which makes him groan in pain and forces him to his knees. As I turn to Constantine, I immediately take a step back as again this evening a dagger points at me. A little out of breath, I can't suppress a small gasp and look back and forth between her and the dagger.

>>Wait.<<, the dark voice sounds behind me. The chair scrapes lightly across the floor as the stranger sits up. My eyes still fixed on the blade in front of me, they widen as out of nowhere a...cloud of sand slides into Constantine's face? Her eyes slowly turn upward, her breathing heavy as she whispers: >>No.<< The dagger comes clattering to the ground before she sinks to her knees and continues: >>No, not you. I'm sorry.<<

Confused and frightened, I crouch down and look at her with concern. >>What did you do to her?<<, I confront him as I turn around.

>>She has old ghosts that I've shown to her.<<

Unsure about this whole situation, I stand up and give him a serious look. He briefly glances at the floor. >>You need not have come to my defense.<<, he asserts with the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

>>Clearly.<<, I reply with a smile, >>Still, I didn't want to be drinking alone here in 100 years' time.<< The grin he gives me is indescribable and evokes a lot of different emotions in me.

>>I don't suppose you care to find another pub tonight?<<, I start trying to prolong our unexpectedly interrupted evening together.

>>She may have told others about our meeting. It will not be safe for you.<<

>>I'm perfectly safe. I can't die, remember?<<

>>Aye. But you can be hurt or captured. We must be cautious.<< Do I hear a hint of worry?

>>Always.<<, I take a deep breath, >>A hundred years, then?<<

>>A hundred years.<< And so we part ways again for the time to come.

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else

tags: @mikariell95 @writing-fanics

#Morpheus #Dream #dream of the endless #Morpheus x reader #Dream x reader #Sandman #tom sturridge #tom sturridge x reader #sandman series #sandman x reader

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adorable-deku · 5 months

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ok so new au post bc it went haywire after the horses

so, all might has to be in a hospital for a while after the fight with all for one. this is a v secretive hospital where u basically have to be a hero, a politician, or heinously rich to get into. coincidentally, there is also a person who is both heinous and heinously rich who decided to send his son there.

ironically, doing the exact same thing that nana shimura did w her own children for exactly the same reason (otherwise what? trust trubasa with his kid?). izuku is kind of sickly, which is hereditary, and quirkless, which is also hereditary. all for one, father of the year, has a dragons hoard of quirks, including passive ones which just increase health. he weighs his options and without asking izuku (of course), figures hed be better off suffering the short lived pain of quirk transmission than suffering the long term pain of a crazy weak immune system.

after doing this, he sends izuku to the best hospital in the country to recover so, in the timespan where hes fucking up all might, in case anything goes awry (which it does). he also uses a quirk to change his eye and hair color, and remove the freckles.

so izuku has an illness nobody really understands (bc its a symptom of forced quirk transmission), but hes a tiny fucking trooper and the whole hospital loves him. hes a tiny ball of sunshine who talks like a little adult but stumbles on the adult words and gives nonsensical advice like kids do, but a little scarier

All might is in a kind of tucked away corner of the hospital that people arent supposed to go into, but izuku gets away with everything (historically) and loves to explore, so inevitably izuku ends up in toshinori's ward. maybe the door's open bc hes recently woken up or smth and the nurse is in there and this man sees a fluffy little dude w them Big Ole Eyes peeking in from the hallway. izuku skitters away after a short scolding from the nurse but ofc he returns later to talk to the thin man w the intense blue eyes whe looks haunted

at this point in life, izuku has encountered a lot of people who look haunted and hopeless, whether while around his father or at the hospital. he likes cheering them up. in a way, its selfless, bc he doesnt expect anything for it. but its also selfish in the way a child is; he wants them to smile for his own self satisfaction rather than bc its actually helping them. hes a bit emotionally stunted empathetically for obvious reasons

all might feels like hes lost all hope and thinks he could probably never use one for all every again. izuku thinks calling something impossible is just giving up on it. theyre both wrong but they help each other and grow together and become very close.

(unrelated but all might does not give izuku his real name. izuku asks and the first thing that pop into his head is captain america, the movie he watched before his shit got rocked, and steve was added into his glorious hall of monikers)

its also assisted by the fact that since izuku has come to the hospital, his father has not visited him even once, despite promising to. all might has never met izukus father *cough cough* but his impression of him already isnt very good. he gets so attached, despite telling himself thay he cant get attached bc look what happened to nana, right?

all for one gets his kid back many months later, when his brain damage is repaired enough for him to be awake a few hours a day, and his adorable mischievous child is going on and ON about becoming a hero. whoever 'steve' was, all for one was gonna beat their ass.

#bnha #midoriya izuku #boku no hero academia #deku #mha #dfo #all might #bnha au #yagi toshinori #all for one

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 6 months

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I will not stand for Stephen Strange slander like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VIlrrQndG8

Well, that's a load of bullshit. I get not liking a character but this is such a basic misunderstanding of Stephen that I don't even know where to start.

I'm seeing a pattern lately in fandom that is starting to worry me a bit. I see many fans listing the mistakes of the heroes and using that to claim they're not actually heroes because they made a mistake or they were wrong once in the past. It's a weird belief that unless the heroes are perfect and do everything right, one single mistake is enough to condemn them. Or not even a mistake, if they take action and the outcome is anything but ideal and perfect and results in zero casualties, these fans will tear them apart.

Another thing that worries me is how many fans seem to be so against disobeying rules. I've seen this in discussions regarding CW, Wanda and now Stephen. A character not following rules is enough reason to be called a villain in these fans' eyes. But that only applies to the heroes though. The villains who do in fact break those rules are usually justified and coddled, their intentions assumed to be better than they really are and they're almost automatically made sympathetic by these fans.

Related to that, I've also noticed a lot of talk about the heroes sacrificing something big to save someone, and these fans wondering why would they even bother to do that. Like OP wonders why Stephen would get into so much trouble to save America's life when she's not that important and incursions are far more relevant. It blows my mind that these fans need to have it explained to them that yes, heroes do in fact save people. That's the whole point of their existence and the people they save don't need to be VIPs or crucial to the story, even if it's just one civilian... you gotta save them too. Do we really need to explain this now?

In Stephen's case, the whole point of his first movie is that he has to learn and let go of his need for control and his unmovable beliefs. It's to get him out of his comfort zone so that he will be open to other people's views so that he will see beyond himself. The OP just lists his mistakes and claims those are the only things that define him while at the same time completely ignoring every single time he showed he had learnt from them.

The NWH hate doesn't surprise me, Stephen was misunderstood heavily by a lot of fans in that movie, but I gotta say what bothers me the most is that OP seems to believe everyone suffered from the Snap... and what, Stephen didn't? The one man who had to watch 14 million different outcomes, who had to sacrifice his own life and had the weight of the entire universe upon his shoulders, who is most likely traumatized by it, he didn't suffer? No empathy at all for him?

And what's worse, OP blames Stephen for Wanda's behaviour. Lovely. Not the Darkhold, no, it's Stephen's fault. He should have reasoned with her. It's not like he literally tried to do that in the garden. 🙄

But this thing OP says is like a slap in the face: "Strange learnt nothing from any of this. He is still going to break the rules and cause problems because, ultimately, he's not really the one paying the price."

He's not the one paying the price. Unfuckingbelievable.

#stephen strange #doctor strange #I will never understand why these people are unable to see Stephen's pain and sacrifice #is it because he's not an edgy villain? is it because his pain is silent?#oh and OP mentioned 'arrogance' like a million times too #yeah I get it... that was one of his flaws #but it is disingenuous to claim Stephen has not learnt from DS1 #just say you don't understand his character and go

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hazbinhappy · 1 month

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My Hazbin OC - Sunnie :)

I really went in on her background and it is very much subject to change but her look is solidified 🫶🏽 look at the pretty princess (and Velv cameo) i promise my handwringing is good it’s just the pen i used 😭

Here is some of her Hell background! (More like most of it lmao ngl I might just private post headcanons and blurbs of her unless yall wanna see her suffer or have a bit of a fun time)

I need to make it known: I do not condone a single thing Val ever has and will do that man is a bad and deserves to be in Hell. Making this OC a moth was purely based on the fact her and Val represent 2 different things about moths: Val is the symbolic meaning for endings/death and mysteries in night while Sunnie is the literal moth, they are beautiful and cute little creatures! She was going to be an orchid mantis because she was going to originally just be a girl who dated guys and played with their feelings before ghosting them but I liked this route more! But yeah I am not his supporter but I think he’s an interesting character/villain and I want to see him be explored more as long with the other V’s because they need more to their stories! Like Vox and Alastor! More Velvette!! Valentino and Angel backstory??? Anyways my want for more history and every character is for another day! do expect to see her more <3

i think when you wake up in Hell you don't have many memories from your past life (you can start to remember more if you try, but some people don't find any point). when she woke up in Hell she didn't remember much past who her family and friends was and her death

she went to hell for killing a girl who assaulted her friend

she met Velvette while she was trying to find photography work! she saw that Velvette (or at least her assistant) had put out an ad on Voxtagram (is that what it was called?) and immediately applied and sent in her portfolio

she thankfully got hired....but she had to sell her soul which was unfortunate, but hey a job and free housing

after a couple months Velvette mentions how Valentino wants a photoshoot done for Angel Dust

Sunnie vaguely remembers those names in passing and doesn't remember if she's ever seen a photo of them

when she goes to the studio to start taking photos she freezes when she sees Valentino

she knew he'd be Hell of course, he wasn't a good man

but she never thought she'd see her father again

he's talking to her as if she's any assistant until she starts speaking back to him

Angel notices the weird vibes, but he just poses and leaves

Val and Sunnie don't talk, but it's an unspoken thing that no one will nor should know (so not even Vox or Velvette know)

she grew to resent him once he passed so he has this ideal little girl stuck in his mind while she has a father who exposed to a lifestyle she shouldn’t have known

she knows about the hotel and has considered it occasionally because she wonders if her mom is in heaven (she died when she was a little in elementary so when Val died she went to her maternal family)

but she doesn’t because she genuinely cares for Velvette (if Velvette genuinely love for her is up in the air because she owns Sunnie's soul sooooo, but she seems to care about her)

she spends most of her time just taking random photos for Velvette's professional account, but she does have silly photos of other works (even from the other V's)

she tries to avoid Val most of the time, but sometimes it's unavoidable

they don't...really ever have an actual heart to heart about how things are now, but he has reached out and she's never replied unless it's "your late to the shoot" "velvette wants to know what time you're coming"

maybe one day she'll reach out, but it won't be anytime soon cause she hates him so much for the time being

Her Life background!

like i said they're relationship is based off of Marty Hodas and his daughter's relationship! She always seems kind of put off of growing up in that sexual environment and just didn't like it and Marty Hodas was considered like the King of Peep Shows/Porn

i like to think Val only had her as his kid and she was his little princess and he took her everywhere and didn't care as long as she wasn’t directly involved

Anice did stay away from that as she grew up, it became easier when Val died (apparently in the 70s) when she was 13 because she lived with her maternal family who weren’t involved with that

she did have a nice friend group! speaking of friend group they were drunk driving and all 5 of them (2 guys, 2 girls, and her) died in a multiple car wreck in 1985 (yes they stayed friends in Hell!)

she was going to college to be a photographer!

she wasn't necessarily a doormat, but she didn't often speak up about how she feels about things

I know I said she didn’t like her dad once she realized what he did and what she grew up around but she kept validating what he did by saying he was a single dad and had to take care of her and not leave her at home

so in a sense she idolized him, but in a parental way

adolescent psych doing me some good

to expand on the murder thing: her guy best friend (he’s not like a small dude either he’s big) was about to be in a not good situation so anice stabbed the girl. Was she happy about it? No, she felt like a monster. But her and friend stayed friends and covered it up. It was traumatic and it was a secret only for them to carry to their graves. She still hasn’t told anyone and won’t.

she really loves strawberry shortcake and care bears without shame and was a collector of them (she did sob when she realized she wouldn't have any of them when she died)

God I wrote a lot and drew a lot over the past 3 days so I’ll leave it here idk if I’ll revise her and change things up but a 100% is that her mom is in heaven because her mom ACTIVELY stayed away from that part of Val’s life. They only married to avoid people gossiping otherwise they weren’t together in the slightest.

ummmm YEAH so that's Sunnie/Anice and i love her

#hh art #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin oc #god i love her ask more about her please #idk why at 12am I’m just noticing this but yeah I see that in the bottom left that she’s a diff shade of pink but I’m not gonna fix that #idk maybe I’m tweaking but I don’t think I am….#HAHA I KEPT MY PROMISE I DID MATCHUPS REQUEST AND FINISHED HER #not even an hour later I think it looks bad (tbh I hate lining so I didn’t try on the second photo 😭)#my art #sunnie

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iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid · 4 months

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can we....can we hear a little bit more about Sig? 👀

CAN you! absolutely!

first of all, it has to be said, i was not thinking about the fact that loki's mythological wife's name is sigyn when i named this guy sig, i just did what i did for all of my asgardian OCs and looked through a list of norse names until i spotted one that felt like it fit. also my childhood crush on sig from the jak and daxter games may have had something to do with it shh

ANYWAY. sig is my obligatory "regular asgardian citizen" viewpoint that we don't really get if we're always focusing on thor, loki, val, or heimdall. any of the asgardians are many times stronger than the average human, but he doesn't have magic like thor and loki do, and he doesn't have centuries of training like val does. he DOES have centuries of smithing behind him, so like, he's not a twig, but until ragnarok he'd never really seen any serious battles, and he'd certainly never killed anyone - that marauder he killed with loki's sword was the first. he's gonna get through that with minimal angst though, because asgardians have different perspectives when it comes to killing in battle, and also because he's got his daughter to worry about, so there's bigger fish to fry. like, this man will try to 1-v-1 against the collector if given the opportunity and if his daughter's in danger. asgardians are brave idiots and he is no exception, and also, after ragnarok, runa is literally all he has left

so like, sig is a dad above all else. he's a nurturing kind of person, he's really good at talking to people and kind of coaxing them out of their shells (hence his first interaction with bruce) and he's sort of taken it upon himself to look after runa's friends, since their parents didn't make it through ragnarok. he's not the only person caring for runa's friends, since asgard has sort of by necessity become more of a communal situation where there's a lot of childless parents and parentless children, but he's always keeping an eye out for them (when he's not light-years away being dragged on an adventure to save his daughter from an infinity stone and a bunch of bounty hunters and a superpowerful megalomaniac, anyway)

as far as his relationship with the revengers: he sort of implicitly trusts thor, because that's asgard's golden boy and everyone is sort of in agreement that they'd all be dead if thor hadn't shown up in a blaze of lightning and fought hela off while they escaped. he VERY implicitly trusts heimdall, and honestly no one on that ship doesn't after he kept them all safe during hela's attacks. he's a little starstruck about val but manages to be cool about it, and he loves that there's an honest-to-god valkyrie on the ship with them, because it certainly makes their precarious situation feel a bit safer. bruce, he's immediately bonded with and now considers a friend. and loki... okay so it helps if you know that my headcanon is that all the asgardians knew or at least suspected that it was loki posing as odin that entire time, they just didn't care because there were no wars going on and he wasn't actually doing a bad job as odin, so they just sort of... let him get away with it?

so, you're sig. your planet's been destroyed, you're grieving your wife and your home and the rest of your family, you're trying to keep your daughter safe, but now she's been possessed(?) by an infinity stone and the only person who can probably help her is the guy you'd only heard stories about before, who was impersonating the king for a few years and also might have committed some treason at some point, you don't really know the details. but now he's teleporting you and your daughter across the cosmos, and he's definitely saved you and your daughter more than a few times even if he's being kind of standoffish about it, and also he might be suffering from a little infinity stone possession of his own, but shit, you don't know how any of this works, he's the magic guy, but also it's a little concerning that the guy who's supposed to be helping you with your daughter's infinity stone problem also kind of looks like he's got a foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, and his eyes and his veins keep glowing blue which, i mean, that can't be a good sign, can it?

fast forward way past the events of the revengers to avoid spoilers, but i like to imagine that eventually, the little mini-oneshot i posted on tumblr happens (you'll find it under my "revengers: the show" tag if you haven't already seen it) where runa seeks out loki years later and demands to learn magic because the whole infinity stone situation sparked an interest in it, and she wants to know how to do all that stuff he does, and THAT would be the "meticulously crafted 100K of slow burning build up" that i was referring to earlier, where loki's teaching her magic and sig's, like, VERY reluctantly allowing this to happen. because like, yeah, he and loki are cool now, but he's seen how out-of-control magic can get, he's seen how reckless loki in particular can be, and this is his daughter. loki is on thin ice forever as long as runa's involved.

but yeah, that's sig. and you may have seen me mention this before, but i've fancasted him as dev patel from the beginning. it just feels right, and that's who i'm picturing when i'm writing his scenes :)

#revengers: the show #anon #sam answers stuff #thank you for giving me the opportunity to rant about my OC!

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freewilllife · 1 year

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The misconception that Soo Won could have married Yona and everything would have been butterflies and a castle

Every once in a while I see this fairy tale and since I have time and juice, I would like to emphasize a few facts and ask a few questions.

A. Little did King Il know that he created a self-fullfilling prophecy

This is the funny part of the whole deal. I elaborate why...

I. King Il had the chance to get a partner to actually avoid the fate of the downfall of Kouka.

1. Soo Won actually loved his uncle in the beginning.

2. His brother Yu hon would have been prepared to support him and this person was actually prepared to be the king.

We have 3 witnesses (Yon hi wrote it in her diary, Keishuk heard it directly before the murder of Yu hon that he would collaborate and he told it to his son Soo Won directly) for point 2.

II. Another misconception: No King Il did not kill his brother because he loved his wife. KIng Il killed his brother because he suffered from an inferiority complex. Go back and check in the manga. It is true. He did not tell him how much he loved his wife, he told him she was the mother of the reincarnation of Hiryuu. When his brother did not react like he thought he would and called him delusional, he pushed him down the cliff.

III. Of course Soo Won was mad that his uncle killed his brother, but he still gave his uncle a chance: A period of 10 years to proof if his way was right.

That is far more than KIng Il ever gave Yu hon. Unfortunately King Il loved to play a martyr.

IV. In fact Soo Won prevented the murder of Yona and KIng Il directly after the murder of Yu hon by calming down Yu hon´s supporters.

V. So King Il had 10 years time to either improve or talk with the child that would be potentially his murderer. But he didn´t.

I will question every story that will make me believe that the child should have done something when there was at least one adult present (in fact I count even his mother Yon hi, so that would make 2 people and all of Yu hon´s followers that makes a huge bunch more), and the adult is supposed to be the innocent one.

So yes..self-fullfilling prophecy.

B. It was impossible for Soo Won to marry Yona as long as King Il lived

King Il would have never allowed it for Soo Won to marry Yona. Actually he was pretty delusional man and would have never accepted that he made a big mistake with the murder of his brother.

Why do you expect Soo Won to forgive the murderer of his father if you understand that Yona is unable to forget? Soo Won was even younger than Yona (9 years vs. 16 years) and he greatly adored his father to an unhealthy extent, but still, why do you expect it from him?

C. Soo Won did not kill King Il solely because of revenge

Soo Won did not just kill KIng Il because of revenge - that was a part of it, however he also wished to protect his country and the people in it. You can even recognize that attitude that he accepts that Yona might be the fated special person and doesn´t throw a big tantrum because of it. He uses it in order to end the war and protect his people. And this all while he most likely will die soon...So he has most likely hardly anything from it.

#akatsuki no yona #soo won #su won #king il #yona

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JELLYYYYYYYY my friend my pal my brother in bite, I SEEN YA REBLOG and now I am HERE to get UP in your BUSINESS with QUESTIONs about your OCS who are ALSO MY BELOVEDS. (please)

I can't resist asking 7 and 18 about Edyiss my darling For Tsurin I absolutely need 16 and 23 And for Sorrow (asking for Tank and myself): 5, 20, and 21 And because I am perpetually curious about your marvellous creations, I'm enclosing a free space where you can pick a question you've been dying to be asked about the OC of your choice. THANK YOU I AM ENCLOSING BITE 8D

oh man you have released the kraken of ranting about characters lmao

now!! as for ed, i would bounce these questions back at the actual owner of edyiss, @pen99, but as far as my INTERPRETATIONS of edyiss hawke go for the purposes of my stories featuring her!

number 7, What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?: edyiss has more or less remained consistent since i started writing her, though she's definitely more self aware than the rough framework my initial studies for the first story would've indicated! she just doesn't like making a big deal out of it or actually changing because of it :v

number 18, Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?: edyiss is a fascinating mix of both depending on context and how pissed off she is, but in general i would say she'd more up close and personal in terms of her emotional/internal reactions, while often SEEMING cold and detached

tsurin tabris!

number 16, What is your OC's pain tolerance like?: medium, as least based from the perspective of some body who regularly suffers through migraines! i think she would be much better at handling sudden and short term pain rather than chronic issues tbh, it would fuck with her intensely, which is why the lingering issues from her burn scars after fighting the archdemon are the WORST for her

number 23, What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?: i would say the hardest emotion for tsurin to process is grief, she's been struggling with it since her mother died in her early teens and it sends spiderweb cracks out into basically most of if not everything she does, while the hardest for her to express around most people is genuine affection/trust. she only really knows how to do it around family she's known her whole life. shit's tough!!

sorrow cousland/shepard!!

number 5, How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?: in terms of what he thinks is strategically sound, VERY FAR. in mass effect he sacrificed the council for instance bc he thought it just made sense while in dragon age he sacrificed isolde! in terms of personal desires, he is far less willing to pursue THINGS he wants, but in terms of RELATIONSHIPS, he is pretty intense about pursuing somebody unless it's made obvious that his affections aren't wanted

number 20, Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?: sort of! he's polyamorous in name, but he does get insecure and grumpy/withdrawn if he feels his partner(s) aren't seeing to his emotional needs in favor of somebody else, and i can easily see him getting snippy if pressed because he doesn't! want to talk about it! it's FINE!!

number 21, Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?: aside from his stutter, sorrow has tremors in his hands due to chronic pain, which is one reason he has his weapons modified so he can't drop them! though the answer you're looking for is, "never talk about it ever at all to the point that some of his companions had no idea he had chronic pain at all for MONTHS"

aaaaand for the one question! i do in fact have a song i associate with tsurin tabris from WAY BACK

youtube

#thank you for the questions :>#tsurin tabris #sorrow shepard/cousland #edyiss hawke #ask tag

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stellisketches · 1 year

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I was gonna say can we talk about the wedding of woe where rykers parent is the one to cause all this but then I realized that she died in child birth, so uh what went down with the wedding, and how Ro’Meave fam saved?

Okay so I haven't written this one out entirely, so the details are a bit fuzzier, but here's a summary of it (I made like 2/3rd of this up as I went along).

Also DEFINITELY CONTENT WARNING for mentions of death, failed pregnancies, domestic violence, implied SA, and cousincest. This is probably the most game-of-thronesy I’ve gotten in terms of lore.

Vaughna only briefly served as the High Priestess of O'Khasis for a period of five-ish years. Vaughna was somewhat pressured into Priesthood by her caretakers and some of Malik's advisors due to her magicks-sensitivity, however she was never actually attached to religion. In order to get out of being High Priestess, she purposely got pregnant as a reason to step down. Stepping down as High Priest was not an easy thing to accomplish, and there had to be a valid reason to abdicate the position you were supposed to swear your life to. Pretty much the only way to do it "honorably" was to either get married or have a child (the latter of which was more acceptable). While celibacy isn't technically required in order to be the high priest, it's generally seen as the more noble/respectful thing to do. The duty of parenthood was supposed to come before all else, and being high priest would complicate that duty. Ergo, it was seen as sort of an "honorable discharge" from the church. Unfortunately, this decision did end up costing her life, as she died giving birth to the baby that was supposed to give her freedom.

Ten years later, Styr and Sophi both died of an illness within days of each other when Naela was almost twelve, and Astarse V had died/disappeared along with her lover Sayren just a few years beforehand. This meant that the only two known living Ro'Meaves were children with only maids and advisors left to raise them. This led them to be incredibly vulnerable to manipulation by nobles and power hungry "advisors'', and the new High Priest. The new High Priest, Habistus, was able to manipulate the ruling so that Ryker would be first to inherit the Lordship over O'Khasis before Naela (even though she was BOTH the previous Lord's daughter AND the eldest) because Ryker was younger and easier to manipulate than his cousin, who became incredibly quiet and mistrustful of everyone after her parents died. Ryker being made heir gave birth to Naela holding a well-hidden resentment that would only strengthen in time.

Anyways, It was decided that Ryker would marry as soon as possible in order for more Ro'Meaves to be born. Ryker essentially had his picking of girls to choose from, and at the age of thirteen (which I will say was ASTOUNDINGLY young, even for his time) he was engaged to a girl named Marna, who was the heir apprentice to the Chief Scholar of O'Khasis. Now, this rank was pretty much as low as a Ro'Meave man could marry, seeing as before her apprenticeship she pretty much came from nothing, but he was really genuinely in love with her and it was the one thing Ryker was not gonna get talked out of. The advisors gave in when they realized he really wasn't going to cave and the marriage date was set. High Priest Habistus was NOT happy about this marriage, and he wasn't told about it until AFTER the engagement was already announced to the public. He was of the opinion that the Ro'Meave line needed to be kept as pure as possible, and that the lineage had been suffering to "dilution" for far too long. However there wasn't much he could do, seeing as the engagement had already been made public and the wedding was set to take place in five months' time.

It was during those months that Ryker was genuinely in bliss at the thought of marrying his new wife. The poor kid had an ENORMOUS case of puppy love and Marna seemed to reciprocate it just as much. In fact, there was a recorded instance of Ryker ordering a man to be dragged out of the castle and beaten to a pulp because he insulted his Fiancée's weight during a dinner party.

Sadly, this happiness was not to last him. Two weeks before their wedding was to take place, Marna suddenly fell ill and later died on what would have been their wedding night. Ryker, presumably, DID NOT take this well at all. There are surviving historical documents that this kid almost died of starvation and dehydration because he refused to eat anything for nearly two fucking months.

Funnily enough, following the death of Marna, several key advisors died from unfortunate accidents or suddenly announced their retirement, and new advisors ‘recommended” by Habistus took their roles.

Two years passed, and a new match was set. Though Ryker was much less enthusiastic. His new match was a woman named Sola, who was a member of a prominent merchant family who just passed the seventh generation clause (See my Ro’Meave/Royalty headcanons post). They got along okay but Sola was six years his senior and really wasn’t that interested in him, more so about gaining prestige for her family. Their engagement lasted only two months, in order to speed up the process so Ryker could get hitched and start having kids, but alas, tragedy struck again.

Three nights before the wedding was to take place, a maid accidentally tripped and knocked over a candelabra directly onto Lady Sola who had yet to undress from a long and highly flammable dress. It also didn’t help that one of the pre-marriage ceremonies she had taken place in that night was the anointing of oil on one’s face. With her entire face on fire, the poor lady could not see that in her panic she had moved out of her chambers and onto the balcony, where she fell almost fifty feet into a stone wall

So that wasn’t good. Now he was two dead wives down and still had no heir. Even his cousin Naela had started to feel a tiny ounce of pity for him. She had actually been trying to have a child (mostly to make another legal case to win back her lordship) however she had already had two miscarriages. Though she was genuinely glad Ryker didn’t have any heirs yet.

Also, pretty much all of the old advisors were dead. Wonder how that happened.

Another year later, Another match was set up for Ryker; This time a woman named Sienna. Sienna was the soft-spoken sister of the Admiral of the O’Khasian Naval Fleet. This engagement was set to last only three weeks, with the advisors only becoming increasingly desperate. Also by this point, Ryker had become somewhat detached from his politics. He became increasingly bitter over the fact he had no choice in who he was marrying, and had picked up drinking as a result. He kept up appearances in public, but outside of that he spent exactly zero time with her.

On their wedding night, after the ceremony, a wasp stung Sienna’s mare and threw her off— breaking her neck and killing her while coming back from the ritual Bath of the Bride. When Ryker was informed of the tragedy, he began to laugh so hard that he needed a chair to stand up straight.

Now this is where things REALLY go to shit.

Because by now, everyone is beginning to think that Ryker is cursed. Many of Naela’s loyalists said this was divine retribution for her deposition; that Ryker was destined to die without heir until Naela was crowned the rightful ruler. These loyalists were quickly “dispersed” by Habistus, but the rumors stuck around, and now NO ONE wanted to marry the guy with three dead wives under his belt. Honestly, it looked like the Ro’Meaves were doomed because just a month after the third wedding Naela suffered a third miscarriage. Everything was just awful.

And then that mother fucking bitch ass priest smoked a crack pipe and said “You know how I can make this worse?”

The High Priest decrees that the three dead wives were obviously a divine omen, but it wasn’t about Ryker’s lordship. Irene was obviously disgusted by how diluted the Ro’Meave line had become with peasant blood and how Naela had become afflicted with a pitiful madness, as she was whoring herself out to anyone in order to have a child, not because she wanted to be a mother, but just to steal the throne (The throne that, I remind you, was hers to begin with). He claimed he had received a divine vision that would solve all the problems and make everyone happy, that would save Naela’s virtue and restore the Ro’Meave line to its former purity.

You can see where this is going.

At this point in time, O’Khasis was pretty much being entirely run by Habistus. Everyone from beggar to noble knew that if you so much as whispered a rude word in his direction, Habistus would have you disposed of before the sun rose the next morning. Ryker knew this and was burning with resentment over the fact he had absolutely no control over any aspect of his life anymore. Habistus had become too powerful to fight against and all he could do was go along with whatever was put before him. Naela was aware there was literally nothing she could do to get out of this short of her dying (something she really wasn’t up for) and since the two of them had exactly zero allies, they knew they were destined to play the pawns of Habistus’ grand gambit.

Thus, the Wedding of Woe was arranged.

Ryker and Naela were by no means close. Naela had been so distrusting towards literally everyone throughout her life and Ryker was too enthralled by his own rage to even attempt trying to make peace with her.

Still, they were married by moonlight with one of the biggest wedding audiences in history. The turnout was over a thousand people. Habistus had made the ceremony open to the public. A monument to his own power, as if he held the entirety of O’Khasis by the neck and said “Just try and stop this.”

(Heads up for implied SA in the next 2 paragraphs. You can skip it and it will still make sense)

It was just after this wedding, in the marriage chamber, when Ryker finally found an outlet for his frustration. I’ll spare you the details, but I will say this: Ryker may not have been able to make any of his own decisions, but he still was Lord.

And in the small scale, Lords can do whatever they want to the people beneath them.

So... yeah.

Essentially Ryker became incredibly abusive towards Naela as a result of his frustration, and there was literally nothing Naela could do about it. Eventually, she did end up pregnant, and as one more sadistic divine trick, she gave birth to a baby girl, who despite all odds survived infancy.

Naela named them Vaev. From Old Ru’aunian, it translates to “Burden”.

Over the course of the next sixteen years, Naela would go on to have six miscarriages/stillborn children

Naela did not have much love for the child that lived. Her mental health had already been shot to hell, and Vaev was pretty much handed off to the nursemaids since the moment she was born. Naela would intermediately berate her both in and out of their presence. Ryker gave fuck-all about the kid and continued his rampage about the castle. When Vaev got older it became obvious they had a birth defect that had caused half of their face to sag along with being partially deaf in one ear. This only caused more abuse, as Ryker would publicly bully his daughter and make a spectacle of her. She started wearing a mask as an effect.

Naela remained thoroughly resentful of her until she was sixteen, until one day they came to their mother in tears.

It appeared Ryker had abused her in more ways than one

and That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Now, what exactly happened afterwards is a bit blurry, but let's just say that Ryker and Habistus both ended up dead.

With them gone, Naela finally, finally ascended the O’Khasian throne and took her place as Lord. Vaev succeeded her, however their relationship stayed distant even after Ryker died. Though Naela was no longer as loathsome towards her as she had been before. She mentored her where she could, and retired at the age of fifty-six. She spent the rest of her life in a villa estate in southern Ru’aun with minimal servants and a strict order that absolutely no one was to visit her unless something happened to Vaev.

Nothing ever did.

[AN: holy SHIT this is so much longer than I originally intended. Anyways I hope you aren’t too horrified. Also I just realized I didn’t talk about how the Ro’Meave line was “saved” but that is a HUGE other beast to tackle. You may wanna send me a separate ask about it.]

#this got really dark #sorry about that #Vaev used she/they pronouns #mcd lore #garroth ro'meave #minecraft diaries headcanons #minecraft diaries lore #aphmau fanfic #minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #obviously i do not condone any of the awful stuff i have written about

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years

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V route MC is so strong. So unlike me. I envy her mental strength. I would probably bawl my eyes out from being scared for Jihyun's life during day 7 and 10.

Sometimes I cry a lot. And it's not pretty. I am very anxious by nature. Sadly, I feel very similar to Rika in that sense which makes me think I would not be a very good match for V. But I love Jihyun so much. And this leads to my question:

What would he think if he found out that this strong person he saw during the fated 11 days is just as much of a scaredy cat as he is? That in fact this MC is not strong at all. That her calm facade was just an emergency mental state. What if he found out at day 11? When he woke up from the surgery and saw MC's eyes red from crying?

V has been faking it for years. He's been on the cusp of breaking down for God knows how long and the only reason people don't realize it is because he's lying through his teeth. He's not even very good at doing that because it's easy for his best friend to see that something isn't right. They still trust him when he says that nothing is wrong, but everybody can tell that he is losing everything slowly over time. It's overwhelming.

The most difficult thing that you can do is take the burden of everything on your shoulders thinking that you can do it all by yourself all the time.

He feels like he has to do everything he can to be strong. It's worn on him for God knows how long. It's hard to pretend you're strong when you're not really that way on the inside. He knows what this feels like like the back of his hand because it's the man that he's become.

Just because you're broken up on the inside doesn't mean that you can't be a strong person. He has to learn this the most difficult way possible. He thinks that strength is taking the burden off of everyone and putting it on yourself. He thinks that you need to lie through your teeth and make sure everyone thinks it's okay while you carry the burden of 100 arrows in your back. It took him until meeting you to realize that he could have asked for help a long time ago. He didn't have to suffer. Even though he was afraid of putting stress or strain on anybody else, it was okay for him to talk about it.

The thing he was afraid of for so long happening happened to him and the world didn't end.

You want to know the only reason why he was able to get through that? It was because you had a gentle hand. It wasn't because you were staring with him or because you told everybody off. It wasn't because you were this amazingly confident person that knew everything. It wasn't because you were somebody who knew what they were supposed to say when they were supposed to say it. It wasn't because you were somebody who everybody looked to as a pillar of light. He doesn't look at you that way.

He's not looking at you like somebody who can make no mistake and can do no wrong. You're human. You're just as human as he is. That's the lesson that he needed to learn.

He needed to learn that it was okay to make mistakes and that it was okay to be afraid. He didn't have to put up false pretenses all the time. He needed to be honest and say something when it became too much for him. That's all that he needed to do. That's something that you taught him. It's not that you're some courageous hero of a story. It's that you're a person that saw him in pain and empathized.

Why are you afraid that you're not good enough? You don't need to be on a pedestal and be someone who everybody looks to as a leader. All you have to do is be yourself. There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect just the way you are. You feel your emotions strongly and that's not a vulnerability.

That's not a weakness.

If he's learned anything, it's that he should never suppress his tears. Seeing you being that open and vulnerable with him makes him feel like it's okay to do that for himself. You are the bravest and strongest person he knows because you're not hiding that. You're not trying to be something that would make you sick if you pretended long enough to be it. You’re you. You’re human. You remind him that it’s okay to be himself.

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #mysme #anon #mysticmessenger #mm #kim jihyun #v jihyun kim #jihyun kim #v mystic messenger #v mm #v mysme

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spaceorphan18 · 1 year

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You mentioned you skip things you dislike, same, but I'm curious what plots you dislike the most?

Ha okay

To clarify from last night, though, I don't actually mind Comeback all that much (except Sue's story line is not in great taste at points) but it was getting late and I really wanted to watch BIOTA. Lol

Really, at this point - a lot of the things I dislike are a lot of trends -- such as the racism or fatphobia or just meanness that a lot of times permeated the show. There are also moments that just infuriate me -- such as Emma giving up her 'virginity' as a prize to Will for winning Nationals. Or the continued 'how to be a real man' rhetoric the show kept trying to shove down our throats. That stuff makes me want to throw things at the wall.

Here's a list of my least favorite story arcs in no order except, perhaps, chronological:

The Fake Baby - Season 1: I think over the years, I've gone a lot softer on Terri, and can recognize the satire the show was going for. But I still think the idea that Terri could fake a pregnancy for that long without Will noticing feels like a stretch and I've always found it a bit dumb.

Will/Emma/Ken/Terri Love Triangle - Season 1: It's not that it's bad -- Season 1 might have the tightest comedy in the show, I'm just bored by it because I really do not care about these characters. And Ken might be one of my least favorite characters during the entire run.

Will's Mid-Life Crisis - Season 2: It was clear that the show wasn't sure what to do with Will, especially after the pivot to focusing on the kids, and a majority of his stories in Season 2 weren't all that great.

All of it - Early Season 3: There's not much going on in eps 1-8 that I like - The First Time is an exception, and even within that episode there are things that I'm just like, ew, no. In case you're wondering - a run down of bad storylines in Early Season 3

Rachel v Mercedes which seemed like a cop out so they could feature Rachel still while trying to give Mercedes /something/ but while the concept of the Trouble Tones was fine, it's marred by the fact that Brittany and Santana are so mean during this time period

The Student Election - which I find frustrating, partially because it ties into the weird - Kurt is too gay to accomplish things stuff - but also partially I'm not a fan of how they showcased Brittany either. (I do like the unicorn concept, fwiw though)

Sue v Beiste for Cooter. Why was this a thing? Also - it's soured due to the fact that Cooter because a domestic abuser.

Finn disliking Blaine - because why not

Rory. Look, no shade at Damian McGinty. But Rory is easily the most boring and useless character on the show.

Santana's coming out - I think her development in Season 2 was great! The fact that this was botched so horribly is just frustrating. Santana is probably at her worst during this period - and her cruelty swept under the rug. Brittany is barely a part of the story line. And the whole thing becomes about Finn and how he's handling it more than what Santana's going through.

Puck/Quinn/Shelby - I hate it. I hate all of it. This is by far my least favorite story line in the show. I could make an entire separate post about how much I hate this story line.

Will and Emma - Season 3: It's not the worst, but Will's continued terrible decisions in relation to Emma are just frustratingly annoying -- such as his treatment of her about getting tenure and how he deals with her mental illness.

Sue's Pregnancy - Season 3: Why? Why was this a thing? It ultimately served no purpose and was mostly erased and not talked about after Robin was born.

Princess Rachel - late Season 3: Rachel was, annoyingly, handed everything on a silver platter because the writers felt like she deserved it after all of her 'suffering'. Props might be the worst - when Tina is brainwashed to say how wonderful and magical Rachel is and then they go stalk Carmen Tibideaux. (The Prom episode stuff is bad, too). But the worst part about all of it is that it came at the expense of Kurt - who got to fail so that Rachel could be lifted up.

Marley's Easting Disorder - Season 4: It was just poorly handled in general and 'resolved' by a Ryder making her feel better about herself. I just can't with it.

Marley/Ryder/Jake Triangle - Season 4 (and 5): It's just boring. And after all the love triangles and not great romances on the show it just wasn't that interesting.

Previously Unaired Christmas - bleh

Anything Vocal Adrenaline - Season 6: While I think I understand why there was so much VA -- it was a way to fill out the episodes. It was just too much.

Looking at the episode list, those are the big ones. There are minor things here and there, and definitely moments that make me want to throw things, too.

#that's how s.o. sees it

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Viktor's Parrot

Chapter 1: Viktor adopts a Parrot

Tags: Slice of life, pets, animals, overworking, light-hearted, mutual pining.

Pairings: Romantic (Jayce Talis x Viktor) from Arcane: League of Legends.

Warnings: None.

Synopsis: Viktor's first day of officially owning a parrot. He is not a very ethical owner and Jayce tells him just that.

Word count: 2133

Viktor bought a parrot. Cramped as his apartment was, he decided to place its cage on his nightstand, hoping that it wouldn't disrupt his sleep with its movements or calls.

The first night, all was well. He had slept better than he had in a while. After getting dressed, Viktor brought the cage to the lab.

Jayce was perplexed, to say the least.

"V, you didn't strike me to be a bird lover."

"I don't love birds, Jayce. I just need a more," he turned to face Jayce, "reliable partner."

Viktor was referring to the fact that Jayce had the audacity to agree with Ambessa on the creation of Hextech weapons. He hadn't even known the warmonger for a day, yet he trusts her with such important matters. Viktor was seriously doubting Jayce's political power.

"Hextech was meant to save lives, not take them." He had said then, eyes brimming with anger. He had felt betrayed. Apart from Sky, Jayce was his only friend, hell, Jayce was the only person he talked to, the only one he trusted.

A long time ago, that person was Singed. Singed was a good man, Viktor just didn't understand why he would prolong the suffering of his loved ones.

Jayce understood and started with an apology.

"Vik, I'm-" Viktor tapped his cane on the floor, interrupting Jayce.

Jayce had a thing for nicknames. He would call him V when the mood was light-hearted or if he was just being casual. When things got a tad bit more serious, he would call him Vik. He only ever used his real name when he was dealing with something or..

"If you want to apologize, do it with your actions, not words."

With that, he sauntered to his desk, gently placing the cage down, and started on his work.

Throughout the day, Jayce had offered to help him multiple times. He even went so far as to feed Viktor's parrot, which doesn't have a name yet. When he did so, Viktor snatched the apple slice from him and snapped, "I can feed him myself, thank you very much." When he shoved the slice into the cage, the parrot cawed at him in disapproval, turning its head away and returning to preening its feathers. Face burning red with embarrassment, Viktor roughly handed the apple slice back to Jayce. Muttering a soft "You do it." Jayce chuckled and did so. Viktor couldn't help but smile at Jayce's efforts. It wasn't enough to make him forgive him, but it was a start. Always strive for progress, eh?

When the moon was high up in the sky, Viktor's parrot fell asleep. The soft rise and fall of its chest distracted Viktor.

"Think we should call it a day, V?"

Ah, so he thought Viktor would forgive him already. Well, his feeble attempts and making up for his decision weren't enough.

"I'll stay here for the night." He put emphasis on the word before "here". Jayce didn't move.

"You can go home, Jayce."

"I know you're used to late nights in the lab, but your parrot isn't."

Viktor looked up from his notebook. What Jayce said was true. He considered this for a moment. He averted his gaze back to his parrot. It seemed fine. Looking back at Jayce with an unconvinced stare, Viktor shook his head and continued with his work.

"V, please, what you're doing is considered animal cruelty."

"Are you referring to me or the bird?" Viktor retorted, clicking his tongue.

"It will get sick! It needs to get back home and snuggle with its owner in its comfy home."

"My home is far from comfortable. I much prefer the lab, and I think it agrees."

"You're a selfish man, Viktor. Look at it!"

He cringed internally at the word "selfish". His mother had used it to describe his father thousands of times. The word brought back bad memories, but he had learnt how to block them out. He didn't want to think about it.

When his gaze fell back on Jayce, he was gesturing towards the cage with a little too much energy, given the time of the day - I mean night - it was.

As if on cue, a long, sad chirp echoed against the walls of the lab. Viktor huffed with annoyance. His parrot was siding with Jayce, not bad. When his gaze found his parrot, a pair of shiny eyes met his. Another caw, this time softer. Something tugged at Viktor's heart. However, Viktor was a tough man - mentally - and he wasn't about to give in to his bird's pathetic efforts to stop him from stumbling upon a life-changing discovery.

He returned to his work, quietly humming to himself, a silent gesture for Jayce to leave.

"Can I.."

Viktor didn't look up, he just stopped humming, indicating that Jayce should continue.

".. Can I.." An audible gulp. ".. Walk you home.." Jayce's voice cracked just a little, as if he was mustering up all his courage to say those words. Viktor dismissed it with a huff.

"Viktor?" Ah, so he was being serious? Viktor doubted that. Surely, the man of progress wouldn't want to spend his precious time walking a cripple home.

"What makes you think I need a bodyguard, Jayce?"

"You... I... I didn't mean it like that- It's just, maybe.." Jayce looked away and clasped his hands together nervously. "Maybe we could... I don't know, spend some time together? As friends?"

Viktor's jaw went slack with surprise. He was at a loss for words. Jayce Talis, the golden boy, wants to spend time with someone from the Undercity? He imagined that being the talk of the city, rich Piltovan snobs gossiping like high school students. Before he let the opportunity go to waste, he blurted out a response.

"Of course-"

"If that's what you want." He added, afraid that Jayce didn't actually mean it, that he just asked out of courtesy, that he didn't really want to.. Be with him. But maybe-

He mentally shook his head and pushed those thoughts away. He couldn't afford to get his hopes up, no, it would destroy him.

Switching the topic in his mind, Viktor silently cursed, suddenly remembering his purpose of being rude to Jayce: the fact that he opted for Hextech weaponry.

As quickly as the subject had been averted, his stubborn brain refused to let go of his feelings. Maybe Viktor could use this chance to finally confess his.. Thoughts. Or, at the very least, find out if he's got a chance.

Jayce's eyes lit up like a Hextech crystal. His grin was contagious, and soon Viktor was smiling too.

"Great! I- I'll help you up- here- wait, let me-" He ran over to Viktor's desk, offering his arm to him. The atmosphere around Jayce bubbled with energy despite whatever godforsaken hour of the night it was. Viktor's grin spread across his face as he accepted the hand graciously.

Jayce lifted him up with no effort, yet with much care. Handing him his cane, Jayce picked up the cage and led Viktor out of the lab.

As he was locking up, Jayce peered over at Viktor.

"D- Does it, uh, have a- name?"

Curious, Viktor looked up at Jayce. The way his head tilted slightly, how his jaw flexed as he was about to speak, Jayce's breath hitched and a color rose to his cheeks. He almost completely disregarded what Viktor was saying, far too distracted by the way his lips parted and how his head moved when he talked.

The question caught Viktor off guard.

"Eh? I- well- not- I don't really have much creativity when it comes to naming-"

He was cut off when Jayce finished locking up and walked over to him, getting too close and looming over Viktor such that he had to crane his neck to look up at him. He felt small.

Backing up, his back was met with a cold wall. No matter how fancily those Piltovans designed their walls, they would always lack warmth and any texture whatsoever, whereas in the Undercity the walls were rough and warm, you could lean against one for hours, just feeling the rough crevices and cracks.

Jayce offered his hand again, brow creased in worry as he realized he crossed a boundary.

"Sorry- V, I didn't mean to- I just wanted to- Sorry, I should-"

Viktor cut him off by taking his hand and nodding towards the elevator. Taking the hint, Jayce led him over, carefully.

Along the way, they discussed things that didn't concern Hextech or politics, and it felt good to finally have a normal conversation about life, about the small things, inconveniences and humorous incidences. They laughed a lot, their chortling echoing along the empty alleyways, making the otherwise intimidating - but not nearly as frightening as the ones in the Undercity - neighborhood seem friendly.

Viktor pictured the angry faces of the Piltovans they'd have awoken, and grinned.

When they reached their shared home, Viktor fumbled with his keys, exhausted after the walk and from laughing so much. Nevertheless, they continued their conversation.

"How did you get this little fella anyway, V?" Jayce questioned, lifting the cage up to eye level so he could peer at the fella in question.

"Careful, don't wake it up." Viktor warned as he successfully unlocked their door. Stepping inside, he gestured for Jayce to give the cage to him.

"No, no. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"Give it."

Jayce felt his heart skip a beat. Viktor's lips were pursed in a pout, and it was the most adorable thing Jayce had ever seen. He paused, still holding the cage high above his head. Despite this, Viktor reached up to attempt to grab it. When he did so, his shirt tucked out of his pants to reveal his soft, milky skin. Jayce could swear that he was drooling.

Before he could stop himself, his free hand went to grab Viktor's waist, callused fingers touching his beautiful skin. Viktor froze. As if something was controlling him, Jayce pulled Viktor in closer, such that Viktor's face was pressed against his chest.

"Jayce.." He immediately let go of Viktor's waist and stumbled back, mumbling a thousand apologies per second.

Viktor, dumbfounded, just stood in place, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Viktor felt warm. He felt goosebumps on his skin where he touched Jayce and his thoughts were flinging 20 questions at him per second. But he couldn't hear his brain because all he could hear was Jayce. Not his voice, but his panting, the sound of him ruffling his hair and shuffling around awkwardly, trying to distance himself from Viktor.

It was endearing.

"Jayce.." He repeated. Jayce's breath hitched and he stilled. His mouth opened, then closed when he realized he had nothing to say. Or that he was too afraid to say what he thought. Instead, he just walked towards Jayce. Surprisingly, he didn't back away, or do anything for that matter. Viktor neared him and cradled his chin, gently.

Jayce felt crazy. In love. He released the breath he had been holding for far too long and placed his hand on Viktor's shoulder, just like he had done in that abandoned apartment..

The familiar weight lulled Viktor in and his knees threatened to give in. He let them. As expected, Jayce caught him, strong arms supporting him.. Leaning onto Jayce, he finally allowed his aching muscles to relax in their embrace.

Jayce's heart was beating furiously, too quickly, too frequently, and for too many reasons. Firstly, he was holding Viktor. His arms were wrapped firmly around his back to prevent him from falling. Secondly, he was touching Viktor. He could feel his back brace through his clothes and longed to.. No, stop that. Thirdly, Viktor was.. Viktor. He was breathing in his Viktor way, leaning his head against Jayce like he did when he talked, hands falling limply against Jayce's body.. Which didn't seem like him at all. His hands were always clasped, busy with endless projects, waving wildly in the air.. Or curling in Jayce's hair and tugging so hard that it hurt..

Concerned about his own thoughts, but more for Viktor, Jayce realized he should get his head out of the clouds and get Viktor to bed.

Before Viktor knew what was going on, Jayce lifted him up, carrying him bridal style to his room, where he gently placed him onto the bed and tucked him in, just like a loving parent would do for a child.

Then, the cherry on top, a kiss to the forehead with a "good night". Did Jayce know, that Viktor had never experienced that before?

And he drifted off to sleep, feeling like a lover in their partner's embrace.

But he needn't feel.

He could be.

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