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wonderlandwalker · 3 months
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He Knows Better | Finnick Odair x Reader
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Summary: Finnick tells himself not to get close to you, because what is the point? But when you survive your games he finds that he can't stop thinking about you. When he finally comes to see you, you're in pieces, and he swears to himself he will put you back together, no matter the costs. Find part 2 here: Should've Known
Content Warnings/Tags: Mentions of prostitution/sex trafficking, angst, Finnick deserving better, crying, bad representation of a panic attack, not proofread
Word Count: 1.6k
Requested by Anon: I loveeeee love love love your Finnick fic. It was the perfect mix of sweet and so angstyyyyy !! I'm having constant Finnick brainrot 😭 I was wondering what you think about writing a finnick × reader fic sort of loosely based on Hozier's "It Will Come Back" where reader is maybe a tribute or another Victor and the first person to show Finnick softness and kindness without asking for anything in return in so long and he's like "dont let me in with no intention to keep me" and "dont be kind to me" and he just is totally feral and obsessed with the reader ? You're such a talented writer !! ❤️❤️❤️
A/N: There is this Dutch expression which goes ‘the monkey comes out of the sleeve’ loosely meaning the hidden meaning is revealed and I couldn't for the life of me think of the English equivalent that made sense to me, so, well, I hope the story is coherent. As usual, divider by @saradika
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He remembers first seeing you, you were so young, but to be fair, so was he. In previous years he had always become quick friends with the tributes he was supposed to mentor, how could he not? But it didn't take him long to figure out that they never made it back, and while the company was nice for a while, the hurt in the end wasn't worth it anymore. There's something about you that he can't quite place, but it doesn't matter, because he's not going to get attached. When you first stepped into the training hall you didn't look scared, you didn't even look excited, no, you looked like you had made peace. 
He didn't get to talk to you much, you spend most of your training with Mags, not learning how to fight, but learning how to survive. And every time he watched you, he watched how your eyes lit up when learned how to filter water, he watched how proud Mags was of you each time. And he felt something tugging at him, he felt a need to get to know you. But he knew better.
Because what were the odds, he had seen this before, he had done this before. No, he shouldn't get attached to you. And yet, for the first time after returning from his own, he found himself watching the games. Watching the tributes become fewer and fewer, hoping, praying, that you'd make it through. The fewer left the more desperate he became. You've gotten this far, don't let the luck run out just yet. He saw how your last opponent fell, and he saw your face in the centre of the screen, of virtually every screen. And once again, you didn't look excited, you looked like you had found peace again, and maybe, just maybe, he let himself believe he could too, that you could show him. 
He didn’t go see you after, it wouldn't be of any use. What more did he have to offer you, you did not need a mentor anymore. He had made peace, he had made peace with never seeing you again. So what was the difference if you were alive or not? That's what he thought, if he gave in now, he didn't think he'd ever be able to let go, it would keep coming back. 
It wasn't until a few months later when someone knocked on his door, and in a sleepy haze, he opened it without thinking. He had spent the night at the capitol, and he never managed to get much rest after. Usually, when he had been gone for the night, Mags would come to check in on him, and have Valerian tea with him. He doubted it actually worked, but the effort was enough to brighten his day. So he opened the door, but it wasn't Mags, it was you. Your face was fuller, it had more colour, but the bags under your eyes were still there. Would Mags bring you Valerian tea as well? No, no he needed to stop thinking about you. The last time he had actually seen you was when you won. He had forced himself to avoid you ever since, he hadn't been completely sure why anymore, but now he knew again. The way you looked at him gave him hope, hope he couldn't afford. “What do you want” he asked, he sounded upset, and in a way he was, but the way the sparkle in your eyes dimmed made him regret it. 
And so he opened the door further, stepping aside, and you didn't need more of an invitation before you walked in. You took a seat at his small kitchen table, and he decided it would be impolite not to join you, so he sat down as well. He was about to talk, but you beat him to the punch.
“Snow came to see me.” There is was he thought, the reason, everyone always had a reason. Still, he found himself allowing you to continue, wanting to hear your voice again, even if it brought bad news. 
“I talked to Mags about it, but she said I should come see you, so here I am.” You chuckled, but the situation was not something that asked for it, must be nerves, he thought, but why were you nervous, surely he didn't make you nervous. 
“Look, I don’t want to bother you with my problems Finnick, I know you're dealing with enough yourself, but I don’t know what else to do.” Your eyes glossed over, and you looked like you were about to start crying, but you didn't. He wanted to say something, to comfort you, but what was there to say? And so you two sat in silence, he was looking at you, he was memorizing your face. This was the last time he would let himself see you. He didn't want to get close to you, and with how mesmerizing you were to him, he knew better.
And yet, as days passed, he found himself thinking of you. Whenever he needed comfort, he thought of you, the way you smiled at him when he told you a nervous joke. He could get lost in the memory of your eyes, and more often than not, he did. Every day he spent without seeing you made his heart hurt. 
Without thinking, he found himself walking to your door. It was like he wasn't in control of his own feet. He was in constant agony with himself. He wanted to be with you, but your kindness was one he couldn't afford, because it had the power to break him. He knocked on your door, not even aware he was doing so until he heard the sound echo back to him. He heard rustling, but he didn't hear you approaching the door, so he knocked again, and for good measure, he decided to call out. “Y/n? It’s me, it’s Finnick”. He heard someone approach the door at that, and a little bit of hope sparked inside him that you wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you, but he knew better. 
The door opened, but it wasn't you that he came face to face with, it was Mags. She was standing in your hallway with a sad smile on her face, and she didn't say anything, but she looked to the stairs on the right end corner. He didn't need any more encouragement, and he sped up them, taking two steps at a time. He knocked on the door he was in front of, but there wasn't an answer. But when he listened more closely, he could hear crying coming from the other side. You were crying. His mind was reeling with possibilities, but whatever it was that had caused this, he swore to himself he would fix it, even if it broke him. 
And so he entered the room, opening the door softly so as not to startle you, but it didn't matter. He saw you in the corner, you had pulled your knees to your chest and he couldn't see your face from where you had hidden it, but his heart broke over it nonetheless. He walked towards you, testing the waters, testing his luck. He was scared for you, but mostly, he was scared you wouldn't want to see him. When you heard him, your head shot up to look at him. The way in which your eyes were bloodshot and swollen made him want to punch a hole in the wall next to you. The way your voice cracked when you said his name made him want to curl up right next to you. he got closer to you, kneeling down in front of you. Allowing you to take the next steps on your own time.
After a few minutes, you had slightly calmed down while he was tracing patterns on your knee with his thumb. You spoke to him, but you didn't look him in his eyes.
“They’re bidding on me Finnick, they’re bidding on me like I’m something to possess”
The feeling of dread that came over him was something he had never felt before. He thought he had gone through all someone could. He thought there was nothing that could hurt him anymore in a way he didn't already, but he had been wrong. 
He was willing to do anything for you to be spared from this, but he knew it wasn't any use. 
He knew better. And so he did all he could, taking you in his arms and whispering reassuring words, until your crying and your shaking stopped, and you seemed at peace again. 
He had tried himself to get away from what snow had wanted, what the capitol had wanted, he tried everything he could think of, but he couldn't get away from it. He had made peace with the fact that people always wanted something from him, and maybe that's why he couldn't get you out of his head, because you were the only person that was at peace with him, without anything more, just him. So he told you the only thing he could. He told you he’d be there for you, that you’d get through it together. He wasn't sure if he believed it, but he knew it was what you needed to hear, it was what he had needed to hear, except there had been no one to tell him. He would spend the rest of his life wondering if you needed him.
But he won't shut you out again, he knows better.
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Part 2: Should've Known
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awritingotaku · 1 year
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The Unspoken Rules of Tumblr
As explained by someone who joined around 2019
Tumblr for all intents and purposes is not like other social media websites. Think the “I’m not like other girls” but they are not like other girls and it’s for the better. Having lurked around different social media platforms for years, I picked up on the spoken and unspoken rules that make this website more bearable than other ones. So here’s a list that will be important to new users.
Block but do not engage. Yes the rule that is understood by much of the user base and I think actually is one of the reasons why fandoms here are actually not that bad. If you remember any rule off this list, make it be this one. Why is this rule so important? Because flame wars often don’t change minds and it just creates a toxic environment. If you find someone that infuriates you, don’t attack them and just block. If they are really bad and pose a threat to people, collect evidence and do a warning post explaining why that person is dangerous but still block them.
Everyone here is a clown, even the famous ones. There is no superiority here. The number of followers you have often connects to how much of a clown you are. Now being a clown here isn’t always bad, many famous ones here make people’s days with their posts, but it’s not a contest here. In fact, fame is often considered a curse and once you have engrained yourself into the collective unconscious, you will mainly be remembered for why you became a famous tumblr clown.
Please hide your likes and follows. Don’t know how that started but it’s a thing here.
Likes do nothing, instead reblog. If it doesn’t fit the theme of your main blog, make a side blog for your reblogs.
Use tags. Tags are key here for both as a blog runner and blog reader. It allows you to quickly sort through things and see what you posted.
You don’t have to censor words like die or sex. We instead have trigger warnings tags that people can specifically block out if they don’t want to see content with stuff like that.
You want to been seen and see cool things, the algorithm is not going to do that for you. Instead you have to actively seek out what tags and blogs to follow to get the content you want. It’s more human and unlike most social media you gotta interact with people. If your feed is negative, it’s likely due to who you follow.
Don’t have a blank blog, the obvious bot usernames, or default profile pics. We are so used to fighting bots that we will auto block because of these. Some bots if you just try to click their username will get you viruses so we are careful.
Never forget the tumblr roots. Superwholock while often thought long dead still has a lasting memory here. It’s the websites heritage. Also add Hannibal and My Little Pony.
There is no cringe here for the most part. X Reader writers are just as valid as the artists here. We are all clowns because we are on this site.
Be kind and remember, people are just as human as you.
This has been you guide to Tumblr! I hope you enjoy this hellsite as much as I have.
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ryleigh130 · 2 months
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Hi!! OMG I LOVE your writing sm- it's so cute and your such a good writer 😭❤️
But..if you want to- I have a request
Do you think you could write some angst like Platonic!141 x reader who goes MIA for weeks-( they suddenly go radio silent on the comms and when they check their last known area they find the mic and dog tags, maybe?) And then one of the 141 members just taking a stroll around base runs into the passed out bloody and bruised body of c/n. They just crawled their way back to them lol?(GOD THIS IS SO CRINGY BUT I NEED SOME HURT/COMFORT PLATONIC FICS)
Lost but Found - - ryleigh130
Characters- cap. price, gaz, soap, and ghost Word Count: 1.7k Relationships- platonic!141 & gn! reader Warnings- profanity, gore, death, 3rd person pov, usage of c/n [code name/call sign], usage of y/n [your name], usage of l/n [last name] Note- Thank you so much for the request! I was a little unsure on how/where to take this but I hope you like it nonetheless! <33
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The air was thick with tension as the Task Force 141 prepared for their next mission. [c/n] stood among their comrades, checking their gear one last time before the briefing began. Captain Price stood at the front of the room, his gravelly voice commanding the attention of everyone present.
"We've received intel on a high-value target in the heart of enemy territory. [c/n], you'll be leading the extraction team. It's a routine mission, but stay sharp. We can't afford any mistakes."
[c/n] nodded, their heart pounding with anticipation. They were confident in their abilities, but there was always a lingering sense of uncertainty before heading into the unknown.
The mission started smoothly enough. [c/n]'s team moved through the shadows, swiftly eliminating any threats in their path with relative ease. But as they approached the target's location, things took a turn for the worse.
[c/n] led their team to the south side of the territory as instructed, but before they could settle and prepare for extraction, a squadron of what had to be 50 enemy soldiers rained down on [c/n] and their team.
“It’s an ambush! Everyone take cover! Pick them off the best you can, do NOT let the target get away!” [c/n]’s voice rings through the heavy firing of guns causing the team to fall back and go on defense.
The sudden ambush was a shock to the system, catching [c/n] and the rest of the team off guard. The air crackled with tension as enemy forces swarmed in from all directions, their weapons trained on the small team. [c/n]'s heart raced as adrenaline surged through their veins, their training kicking in as they fought for survival.
Bullets flew, filling the air with deadly intent. [c/n] moved with practiced precision, taking down enemy after enemy, but it was a losing battle. The enemy seemed to have the advantage, their numbers overwhelming the task force's defenses.
Amidst the chaos, [c/n] found themselves separated from the rest of the team. Panic threatened to consume them as they realized the gravity of the situation. Surrounded on all sides, with no backup in sight, [c/n] fought with everything they had, desperation lending strength to their limbs.
But it wasn't enough.
A hail of gunfire echoed in the narrow confines of the battlefield, each shot a reminder of the precariousness of their situation. [c/n]'s movements became more frantic as they dodged incoming fire, their senses heightened in the face of imminent danger.
The last thing [c/n] remembered was the deafening sound of gunfire ringing in their ears, the smell of gunpowder hanging heavy in the air. Then, darkness descended like a suffocating blanket, enveloping them in its embrace.
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"[c/n], come in! [c/n], do you copy?" Soap's voice crackled over the comms, the urgency and worry palpable in every word. After not hearing [c/n]’s affirmation of arriving at the extraction point, the members of the 141 quickly grew worried. Their worry only amplified when their check ups elicit no response from the young soldier. The silence was like an empty void echoing back at them; a mocking reminder of their dire situation.
Panic clawed at Ghost's chest the longer the silence continued, a suffocating grip that threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to call out once again, desperation lacing his words. "[c/n], this is Ghost. Respond, damn it!"
But still, there was nothing. The silence stretched on, an agonizing eternity filled with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. The 141's mind raced, a thousand possibilities flickering through their heads like shards of shattered glass.
Had [c/n] been captured? Injured? Lost in the chaos of battle? Gaz clenched his fists, the adrenaline coursing through his veins like liquid fire.
"Come on, [y/n]," Gaz muttered under his breath, a fervent prayer to the gods of war. "Don't you dare leave us hanging like this."
But the silence remained, unyielding and absolute. And in that moment, they knew with a sinking heart that their comrade was in grave danger.
“We need to go and find them!” Soap voiced, his tone shaky with clear worry.
“We can’t and you know it Soap, I’m sorry but the mission always comes first. We can’t ignore that, even for the kid.” Price’s strong voice sounds as he authoritatively commands his men. Although they didn’t like it, they all knew he was right and they couldn’t go and find [c/n], at least not until after they successfully completed the mission.
With a new purpose, the team fought with more determination and vigor than ever before. They successfully extracted the target with relative ease, but they still haven't heard from [c/n] or their team which worried them beyond belief. Once they safely situated the target, the 141, consisting of Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, raced towards [c/n]’s last known location.
What they saw shocked them.
Blood covered every inch of the location the team was sent to. Both enemy and allies alike laid dead, bodies still warm, bleeding out. The team split up, quickly scouring the bodies laid before them. They spent what felt like hours looking through the gruesome scene to find their lost teammate but no luck, until suddenly Gaz speaks up,
“Uh guys?” The three whip their heads around to face the young sergeant whose voice shakes with despair. In his hands he holds the dirty, tarnished tags of [y/n] “[c/n]” [l/n].
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Weeks passed with no sign of [c/n]. The 141 was forced to leave the site, even though they longed to search for any other signs of you. The base was consumed by a somber atmosphere as worry gnawed at the hearts of their comrades. Captain Price refused to give up hope, organizing search missions and interrogating captured enemies for any leads.
Soap paced back and forth in the barracks, his mind filled with thoughts of his missing friend. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that weighed heavily on his shoulders. If only he had been there, maybe things would have turned out differently.
A step of heavy footsteps approach Soap and a large, gentle hand finds its place on his shoulder. Turning around, Soap meets Ghost’s tired gaze,
“You’re exhausted Johnny, get some rest. You’re doing them no good by running yourself dry like this.” Soap stubbornly shakes his head,
“"Ye dinnae understand, if ah wis jist there, ah could've…" Ghost holds up his hand effectively shutting Soap up.
“Stop. This is not your fault, there is no way we could’ve predicted this would happen. I miss the kid too, it’s not the same without them but you can’t keep doing this to yourself. We will find them, but we have to keep it together too. For [c/n]” Ghost’s eyes crinkle slightly from under the mask, indicating a smile. Soap smiles back and nods determinedly,
“For [c/n]” The two head off towards the meeting room where the entirety of the base is currently situated in order to find [c/n].
A sense of urgency filled the room as the Task Force mobilized, determined to bring their missing comrade home. Every moment felt like an eternity as they scoured the countryside, following any lead that might lead them to [c/n]
Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of [c/n]. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate them all.
But then, just when they were on the brink of losing hope, a miracle occurred.
It was a crisp morning when Gaz decided to take a walk to clear his head. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the landscape. As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
His instincts kicked into overdrive as he scanned his surroundings, searching for any sign of danger. And then he saw it—a figure stumbling through the trees, bloodied and bruised, but unmistakably alive.
"[y/n]!" Gaz shouted, racing towards them with tears of relief streaming down his face. "What the fuck!"
[c/n] collapsed into Gaz' arms, their body trembling with exhaustion and pain. Gaz held them close, whispering words of comfort as tears of joy mingled with the blood and dirt on their cheeks.
"We thought we lost you," Gaz choked out, his voice thick with emotion. He quickly helped [c/n] get onto theri unsteady feet and led them back towards base.
[c/n] looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of their lips. "Please, you guys have no confidence in me."
As the two of you approached the base soldiers filed out of the barracks to see both [c/n] and Gaz stumble into the small clearing. A sudden shout draws their attention and before they know it, Soap is practically tackling the pair to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
“Laddie, ye're back! Whit the hell happened tae ye?” Before [c/n] could answer, two more pairs of arms joined the hug. [c/n] looks up to see the large figures of Price and Ghost embracing them in shock.
“Funny story actually. I was the last one in the team standing and there were still too many enemies for me to overpower so, I crawled into some kind of animal den. I didn’t come out until I was sure everyone was gone. My radio broke so I couldn't contact you guys, m’sorry.” [c/n] finished their sentence sadly, bowing their head and staring at their feet. A gentle hand lifted [c/n]’s face to meet their eyes. Price stared back with a soft look on his face,
“Kiddo, we’re just glad you’re ok. We’re so, so, so sorry we couldn’t find you.” [c/n] smiled softly, their eyes shown with exhaustion but pride as they embrace the men they consider family,
“It’s okay. I know you guys tried.” The others nodded vigorously causing [c/n] to let out a soft chuckle.
In that moment, as the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its warm embrace over them, they knew that everything would be okay. For they had faced the darkness together and emerged stronger than ever before.
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lorwolf-salt · 5 months
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Okay, Coop7011 here, SaltyLoria staff, ignore my first post. Weird vore person here (she for those who don't know), not sure if I should be doing this but I figured it's better that people hear from me instead of talking about me and making things up, plus whatever the frick happened in that thread. Keep in mind all of this (besides the thread issue yesterday) happened months ago. And it started in that thread yesterday because I merely said something along the lines of 'I am not in the official Lorwolf Discord for private reasons, and never will be' and random curseword guy got butthurt about that for some reason, even though it's against the rules to discuss moderator actions. I don't know who he is, but I can only assume it was just a guy who really hates vore. And I suspect a lot of people here also hate vore, and that's fine. I just hope some of you can see past that hate and see the truth of what really happened.
Yes, I was banned from the discord, but not because I 'wanted to show little kids NSFW'. Keep in mind that while I was ON the server, my username was not Wholesome Vore Writer, it was Coop7011, the same as it was on the website. You would only see Wholesome Vore Writer if you DMed me. At the time, I did not have Nitro, so when the staff asked me to remove the link to my Ao3 (that nobody has to click, nobody is forced to read, and has warnings and tags everywhere about the content of the stories) then I'd be changing it for every single discord server I was in. They were also forcing me to change my base username, and not just my nickname on the discord server (which was Coop7011 anyway). I felt this was unreasonable, but changed it for a time so I could conclude some trade deals on the discord server. Then, after some time, I admit that I got salty about the staff of one discord server (LW) forcing me to change so much on an account that I use for so many other things. So I changed it back. Things were fine for awhile (because that's how unnoticeable it is, unless someone snoops through my profile or DMs me) but then eventually I was banned without word. I don't agree with this choice, but I've long since accepted it as a fact that I didn't heed to their requests/went back on it and thus they had their right to get rid of me. I didn't care that much as long as I was able to play on Lorwolf itself. Keep in mind that no word of my writing is on the server or the website, all of this is about my base Discord username (hidden since I set my nickname on server to be my Lorwolf username) and a link to my stories on my discord profile. Personally, I also don't agree with calling my work NSFW, as they are not sexual and I don't write them with sexual intent. They are emotional comfort stories to cope with trauma, where no one is harmed (yes vore is people being swallowed, but they're safe in my work). I won't get into too much detail about this, because frankly, I don't think it should matter what I write about off-website. It's not using Lorwolf characters and it's not being posted directly on Lorwolf anything. This is the most I've ever talked about it in a semi public space about this pet sim game. So there you go, that's what happened. And I am deeply sorry to VNX for what happened to the thread, I purposely didn't take part in discussing back and forth because I knew it would go nowhere and would just result in countless removed posts, but I guess someone else did argue about it.
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pappydaddy · 2 years
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effortlessly cool and detached hot boy (j.m.)
a/n: my writers block might be getting better, but i still suck at writing these things😭. but, this is also for the lovely @i-always-come-back-xoxo! this time, for jj (my baby) with take off all your cool by sabrina carpenter!
tv show/movie: outer banks
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader requested
based off take off all your cool by sabrina carpenter
synopsis: y/n gives jj one condition before she thinks about going on an actual date with him - he has to take his cool off
taglist: @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @popeheywardssecretgf | @lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @luvhanns | @thelakespoets | @lonely-simplicityty | @smarie7543 *line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!
warnings: angst to fluff | though, this turned out less angsty and more sexual tensiony but that was not my intention masterlist | taglist | wips | navigation - not my gif - - weird spacing thanks to tumblr -
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"I know you like to be seen as the effortlessly cool and detached hot boy, but you should really try another look." Y/N rested her elbows on the counter of the bar at the country club, eyes sparkling as she looked up at the annoyed blonde boy behind the counter as he set his bus bin down.
"I'll take that into consideration when you stop being such a spoiled brat, Princess." He retorted, his hands gripping the edges of the bin, his strong arms flexing at the grip. Y/N's eyes stuck on the defined muscles of his forearms for a split second before looking back up at him, not hiding her gaze. By the way JJ flexed his arms harder, dipping his head slightly, his shoulders and back muscles rippling under his shirt, he wasn't hiding how much he liked her gaze on him.
"Classic cool and detached JJ Maybank," She shook her head as she tsked at him. "Playing hard to get because he doesn't want to lose his street cred in The Cut," She hummed, pushing herself to stand up and not lean on the bar. Her eyes trailed along with him, taking in his perfectly staged body. He looked perfect. Like a sculpture sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves. "Maybe I would ask you out if you weren't trying so hard to be cool, JJ." She remarked, tapping the bar before swiping one of the napkin rolls sitting there before walking back to the table her family sat at.
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"Where's the red carpet, Princess?" JJ swooped into the situation, his caterer uniform already dishevelled just like the feathers he was about to ruffle. Y/N rolled her eyes despite the butterflies filling her stomach as his nickname for her.
"Don't you have a table to clear, bus boy?" Rafe sneered, his hand clutching a whiskey glass with one swig of whiskey left.
"Probably, but I think flirting with a pretty Princess takes priority," JJ shrugged, leaning against the railing of the gazebo. "Or, was that what you were trying to do, Rafe," He pointed to the annoyed Kook. "Because if that was flirting, you should really have lessons. It looked like you were trying to bore her."
Rafe took a step towards the smug boy who just smiled at him, a hint of a sparkle in his eyes when he saw how much he got to Rafe. Effortlessly cool and detached hot boy. "Back off, Rafe. Go bother someone else." Y/N told him, voice demanding and cool. Rafe huffed but listened. JJ watched him stomp off somewhere else.
"Now, it's just you and me, Princess," He pushed himself off the railing, stepping up to her. Standing closer than Rafe had, he looked down at her. Usual playboy smirk hanging off his lips, he let his eyes rake up and down her. "Wanna get out of here? Everyone keeps saying it's only a matter of time until we finally get together. Why not make their dreams come true?"
"You know my conditions, JJ. You give up the whole cool guy facade and show me what I know is under the surface and I'll go out with you," She set her rules again. "You stop caring about double texting, stop caring about looking perfect, and stop acting like you don't care about anything, then we can cross that line."
"What about you, Princess? Why should I be the only want stripping my soul bare?"
"You want me to take off my cool," She questioned, gesturing to herself. JJ nodded smugly, thinking he caught her. "I'm not prideful. I am shameless. I don't have any cool to take off. I've laid myself out for you, it's up to you if we cross that final line or not." With that, she walked away, heading right out of the party.
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I thought about what you said last night
Y/N stared at the grey bubble on her phone. She barely noticed the three dots blinking in the bubble in the corner as she waited for more context (and to see if he would double text).
I want to cross that line
Come to The Wreck now
Triple text and proper grammar? This was much different that the 'u up 4 a hookup' or 'outside your window to bang' texts she usually got from him. Hurriedly, she stuffed her sandy towel and book (The Love Hypothesis) in her tote bag, she shimmied on her shorts and booked it up the beach towards The Wreck.
Walking in, she noticed how busy it was. Not only was a Saturday in June, but there was also a deal on at The Wreck - two dine for the price of one. In the middle of it, JJ sat. His hair tousled in the normal way that gave off the hot-without-trying vibe.
The second she walked in, his eyes were already on her as if he had been staring at the door in anticipation of her arrival. Clearing his throat, he pushed off of where he was leaning against the counter with the cash register, quickly climbing on top of it. Kie swatted at him with a dish towel, but he ignored it, eyes locked with Y/N's.
"Ma'ams and Sirs, I interrupt your fine dining experience with a very important announcement," He bellowed, the restaurant falling silent, everyone looking at JJ with expectant eyes. "The girl that just walked in with the wind-blown hair gave me some conditions a while back when I asked her out. She told me she would only go out with me when I took off all my cool. For the longest time, I didn't know how because, I mean, look at me. I am effortlessly cool-" Kie snapped the dish towel at him, making him jump and whine slightly. "Anyway, I decided to do something that breaks my supposed 'effortlessly cool and detached hot boy'-" He put air quotes around that last statement. "Facade by saying how much I love her. How I love that she keeps me in check. How I love how she always wants to see in the best and the worst lighting. How I love that she's constantly trying to catch me when I'm not looking perfect because she actually enjoys me. How I love how unapologetically her she is. How I love that she doesn't have a cool facade because she knows she is cool without trying-"
"Get off my counter, Maybank!" Mr. Carrera yelled, marching out of the backroom. JJ immediately jumped off the counter.
"Also, I love watching kids' shows! They have the best theme songs! How uncool is that," He yelled, running through the sea of tables with Mr. Carerra on his heels. His hand encircled Y/N's wrist. "Let's run, Princess!" He exclaimed, giving her a split second to react so she didn't get hurt.
"Two-week ban, JJ!" Mr. Carrera yelled at him from out the door. Panting and out of breath, JJ and Y/N stopped running a few seconds later.
"So, how was that for taking off my cool?" JJ asked, hand not leaving Y/N's wrist as they both faced each other. Looking him up and down, she noted how unposed he looked as he stood there. How natural and imperfect (but still perfect somehow) he looked. He wasn't flexing or trying to appear cool.
"It was a start. But I think it was enough to get you a date and a kiss-"
She was cut off by his lips slamming against hers, lips melting against each other as if they were made to fit together. His hands gripped her jaw as she leaned into him, feeling all his muscles through his thin white t-shirt. She hummed, tasting the saltiness of the fries he had been eating before she came in.
As his tongue swiped along her bottom lip before trying to pry her lips open, she pushed away. "You have to be slightly less of an effortlessly cool and detached hot boy to get tongue, mister."
"I admitted I like watching kids' shows, how much more uncool does that get?"
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libellule-ao3 · 11 days
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I just finished your fic, and I'm really bummed about the last chapter. I was hoping Ominis would grow up, and we'd finally get some healthy relationship vibes. But man, that ending is messed up! You gotta slap on some 'abusive relationship' tags and maybe drop an A/N to let the young readers know this ain't the kinda relationship to idolize!
Hello Anon,
I'm sorry to hear that you're disappointed and disturbed by the final chapter of my fic ("Obsession", I guess?). I knew an ending where Dark!Ominis isn't purified by redemptive love would receive a lukewarm reception tbh. But it's a conscious choice. Bc no matter how much you love someone, it's not enough to make them a better person if they don't do some proper work on themselves.
Yes, it's disturbing.
Yes, it's dark.
And yes, you're allowed to not like it 🙂
Secondly, I didn't include the "abusive relationship" tag because there are already several evocative red flags. Firstly, the title and tags (dark!ominis, possessive ominis gaunt, various dark themes, dub-con, ownership, manipulation...).
Then there's the summary, which ends with this sentence: "For Ominis, you must honour the promise he never asked of you. Whether or not you like it."
But as I changed it with publishing the last chapter, you may not have seen it. In that case, the last sentence of the 1st chapter clearly sets the tone: "You promised to give yourself entirely to me, so I will take everything from you and demand even more from you."
Finally, I clarified that Dark!Ominis implies a psychological darkness that is reflected in his actions. If these indicators weren't enough to let you know that the relationship is problematic and likely to remain so until the end, I don't think an extra tag will change anything. 🤷‍♀️
What's more, this story is published exclusively on AO3. It is rated "E"(= 🔞) and has the warning 🟧(=The author chose not to warn for content, or Archive Warnings could apply, but the author has chosen not to specify them). Therefore, any additional warning is purely a courtesy by the writer and not an obligation. So the reader accepts all the risks involved.
So, I'm sorry the ending messed you up, but YOU went into reading overtly dark smutty fiction with a dark main character. That's what you got!
Finally, I do not intend to normalise toxic relationships. (I'd do a more general post on the subject because it seems necessary!)
And, I don't think it's up to the authors of fanfic aimed at the over-18s to educate you. The readers of these fics are supposed to be able to understand and appreciate this content in a thoughtful way, which is why I won't infantilise them with the A/N you want.
Although I have to be open to constructive comments, I'd like to stress that I won't accept any criticism based on misinterpretations of my intentions based on containing one of my fic.
Thank you for your attention and for this message, to which I have replied in detail out of consideration for the opinion expressed, and not in a spirit of confrontation. 💐
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novankenn · 11 months
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Who I am.
I'm a gamer and writer, who currently is avoiding doing any original works by writing fan fiction. Mainly I write RWBY based stories, centred around Jaune Arc. I have pages on both AO3 and FF.net.
WARNING: If you are easily offended, triggered or under the age of 18 you ARE WARNED! While I try and keep things in "PG" zone, I will cross over into themes that you may find disturbing. DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
DM's Welcome: I am always willing to chat, or discuss my works. Feel free to point out errors or inconsistencies. I can not improve as a writer without honest and constructive feedback. Just be polite and civil.
I'm also trying something new at least for me. I'm playing with "Perchance text-to-image" to add some illustrations (when I can get it to give me something I think I can use) for my stories. It won't happen often, and the images are nice... but bear a very passing resemblance to the characters I'm trying to create. If someone knows a better "free-ish" software that I could use, please let me know.
If ANY of the links seem broken or the content is outdated, please let me know.
I'm Adding Story Codes to indicated the status of my stories. These TAGs will not apply to "Co-Labs" or "One-Shots" (C) = Complete - No other additions planned (H) = Hiatus - Story on hold until I work something out (RW) = ReWrite - Story getting a total redo (X) = Cancelled - I have no intentions to continue the story
Reader Asks - Repository of all the general asks I have received and answered.
Story Collections
Nora In : Tea with Jaune's Family...
Jaune Gets a Gun - Alternate Universe (H)/ Jaune Gets an Upgrade - Alternate Universe (H)/ Fem!Jaune Stories / Horror Themed... / Co-Labs / Co-Labs (2) / One-Shots / 100 Words / 200 Words / Jaune's Got Skills / No Happy Ending... / No Fall AUs / Grimm-less AUs / AUs with Grimm
Other Stories Not in specific collections listed below...
Stigma (H) Crossover of RWBY & Final Fantasy 7
Original Work Teaser : the Bastard
/=====/ Side Blog : Streets of Vale /=====/
//===== Upcoming Insanity for 2024 =====//
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bravewolfvesperia · 2 months
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GETTING TO KNOW YOU.
respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!
tagged by: @altosk tagging: @mistralxsoul, @ourvoids, @ervaurem if you haven't done this, @pclitesse if you do these!
ROLEPLAYER NAME: Shi (ShiShi is fine but I tend to go with Shi. if you're thinking Shinon from a ninth and tenth entry in a particular franchise, your brain is in the right place. namesakes and beloveds, friends)
ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: she/her
MUSE NAME: Yuri Lowell (and assorted others on my Tales multimuse)
PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: depends how often we talk. Tumblr DMs is easiest if we have brief conversation/plotting. Discord is preferred if we're starting to have regular conversations/lengthy conversations. I'm open to talking to people more though if they're interested, so if you do want to talk or gush about our muses or games, feel free to ask for my Discord! we don't have to already be talking a whole lot if you do want to move to Discord.
EXPERIENCE: I've been RPing for like, idk, as long as I can remember, but I started on Tumblr specifically around 2012. Before that it was things like ye wee old forums, messengers, etc. Tales experience is the same thing because I used to RP Tales on forums LOL.
PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: a mix of everything more or less. I like fluff and happy things mixed into angst, and if there's no room for happiness in a specific thread/situation, I like to have gentle/soft/emotional aspects littered around. I also try to just follow my muse's whims, so if anything suddenly spikes his rage meter, that's what we're goin' with folks.
PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:
(this isn't as scary as it looks I'm sorry LOL)
ignoring my rules and asking to ship with me when your character's name is not in my ship list (yes, this includes OCs. if OCs aren't mentioned it's very likely because my muse has a very specific romantic inclination and chemistry won't trump that the muse is already leaning toward someone/other people by default. should be obvious but I literally recently on another blog had someone completely ignore that muse's ship list and still send me an anon to ask to ship with me (and the whole thing was indicative that they only wanted to write with me to ship and didn't really see my muse as their own muse but just as another tool in the shed). my ship list tends to be very tiny for any muse and I prefer it that way anyway because it wards off the idea that people are only writing with me to ship. I love shipping with certain pairs, but I don't write explicitly for that and am much more comfortable with the idea that people aren't following me to ship with me/going into things assuming they will be able to convince me into it when they would have presumably read my rules and know their character is not on that list. again, as in my rules, one-sided your-muse-likes-mine is totally fine - just don't get mad when it remains one-sided because you were warned. if your muse is on the list (for any of my muses), yes, it means I'm open to discussing it/writing it./being receptive of it.
disrespecting other writers plain for everyone to see on their dashboards. this includes saying vague shit like "there are no good (character name) muses out there". that is very much not the same as "there are no writers for this character/I can't find any of this character". that's a very intentional dig at certain character writers and implies they're not good enough for you because nobody writes that character the way you want them to (versus simply expressing a desire to write with a certain character but not finding anyone who writes them).
using my muse as a blank slate who is just a base directly off the game you probably played if you're here. if any of you have paid attention to my threads with a specific Flynn (hi Natty!), you are probably aware my muse is heavily influenced by canon side material. that stuff is a core part of my muse. my muse is not just a rip taken right out of game-only canon. the more I write, the more formed he becomes as his own individual muse. if you cannot respect that and will consider it "ooc" for my muse not to be a blank slate direct rip from canon every time I write with a new muse, that's a hard dealbreaker. (on that above note, for any Flynn writers who are unfamiliar with the canon side material that Flynn is a primary part of (i.e. very directly relative to things that affect my muse), I do not hold that against you and am completely willing to work things out with you! that shit is hard to find and is JP media only. there's a slew of side content for Vesperia that the west never got so I know many if not most people won't even know a lot of it exists)
PLOTS OR MEMES: I do both, but I'm more likely to be able to work out plots with characters either in my muse's canon(s) or muses from other Tales games ("canons" is things such as canon side material, Tales gachas Yuri is in, etc). if I don't know your character well (canon or OC), memes tend to work better. I find it difficult to plot specific things out when I don't know a particular series well or at all. that said, I'll write with people who know my character and are okay with using one of his verses even if I don't know your character/series. I love memes for writing, but I will definitely struggle to actually plot if I don't know the franchise. I also love randomly sent memes just for the sake of writing things!
LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: long. short for me is like three paragraphs and I just physically can't find myself doing less. things like one-liners might pop up in dash commentary and such, but for actual threads, I write long replies because that's what comes to me. sometimes motivation really hits me with muses my muse feels close to and you might end up with a ten+ paragraph reply, so uhhh... sorry about that in advance (and my paragraphs can get bulky so doubly sorry in advance!). typically this stuff happens in more emotion-driven threads though.
BEST TIME TO WRITE: NIGHT! NIGHT! NIGHT! I'm a night owl in general, but my writing energy tends to go yeehaw on me at night.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: uhhhh uh uh for legal reasons i probably should not answer that. :)
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ainomica · 1 year
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Today, even Wattpad Mafia Novels are tasteless. They were never good for literature but they were good for their intention: a very indulgent fantasy. Now it has lost all interest for me because they are so moral and "oh I do not consent about it irl" and "oh I had to kill the ML because his relationship with the MC was unhealthy and he had to pay". Because everyone ends up reading these stories by luck and to be taught morality.
Indeed. I don't read wattpad mafia au* but I understand why they exist. As you said, they exist to scratch that mental itch of wanting to read a story where a terrible guy doesn't fundamentally change but is especially more nicer to you.
The problem with today's wattpad mafia AU writers is that, most of them come into this genre to read and/or write because how popular it has become. People come into any IP to make like minded friends online or get like minded people to follow you. But when something becomes extremely popular the idea that only like minded people would come check out the genre is not guaranteed anymore. Now they are coming out of curiosity. Out of desire to see what so many people want to see and to see if they can mingle among them.
The problem with people who only want people to follow them and THAT only is that the factor of "like minded ness" rapidly takes a back seat. That IS A PROBLEM because now they want to desperately be popular but they don't know or don't even like what others do. So their distaste and anger cannot be suppressed and it always comes out in complains or a desire to "make the genre accommodate them".
You guys probably have seen this already. Does anyone know Killing Stalk/ing? Its an infamous manhwa aka S Korean manga basically and how everyone was just BIG MAD on how it was depicting homosexual relationships, talking about glorifying Stockholm syndrome etc. The problem here is that KS was a very niche manhwa to begin with but it won its platform 's manhwa competition. Lezhin is BIG, I myself read manhwa from them, example of their another big hit Painter of the Night. Anyone who reads manhwa knows that this kind of manhwa are called #hardcore and #mature and you only read it if you have the stomach for it. Its not meant to be drawn for anyone else.
Thanks to the exposure of the competition however, now EVERYONE knows what KS is and everyone now has an opinion because they think winning a mainstream competition gives them right to ignore the tags or , really, just general cover warnings.
That is what happened with wattpad AUs but in terms of what kind of writers its attracting. They all want big attention and clout. QUICKLY too so they give a hand at writing this kind of story but you can tell the person wants EVERYONE to like them but mostly the naysayers of this genre. They do not care about enjoying something with like minded people or at least not so much as to ignore naysayers. So they constantly self censor themselves and ruin the story to appease the antis. If it reminds you of how Disney ruined their own IPs to appease CCP in China then you are correct, ITS EXACTLY THE SAME.
So yeah, wattpad girlies you better write for your audience and respect their taste otherwise nobody would like you. You loose both clout and your base audience if you keep writing for the antis or you are an anti. If not writing about consent, love and Hay Code style everyone getting their just desserts is getting you flak from some people, then THOSE ARE THE ONES WHO ARE RIDICULOUS not you to ignore them.
Look no further than Leigh Bar/dugo. She herself is a closet anti who insist she likes Labyrinth and Sansan etc but she essentially despises all of these stories because she sees everything negative about her life in it ( so she claims) . So she basically baited women and men who like similar stories and delivered none of what she baited them for. She made money initially but NOW she is facing the consequences with her book's adaptation not making as much money she wanted, and its facing a lot of backlash for the plot.
She is a big name of example of what happens when you fake being who you are.
*( the ones I used to read were more original books anyway and they were more than just mafia LOL. Again if you wanna see my disturbing tastes , check out Consequences series by Alethia Roming and keep following the recommendation algorithm)
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I will try my best to provide the link, but some fanfictions are quite old and difficult to track down. However, if you are really interested to read that fic, you can search it directly on web browser. Since I couldn't confirm the authorization and because of the strict rules, I can't share it here.
The fic recs here are based on my personal preferences. Everyone has their own standard and level of acceptance. So, please be considerate. It is also because of this matter that a warning is needed to serve as a precaution, I have no intention to offense anyone. I will put a warning if it is necessary, but I will not give any OOC warnings (unless the author/writer said it themselves). If you think there is something more to add on, feel free to tell me.
Most of the fic recs here are probably in Chinese, of course it does not mean that I am against English fics. It is all the same as long as it suits my taste and also it is no secret that there is a lot of food in Chinese fandom.
Chinese fanfiction is different than English fanfiction, sometimes there is no summary, no tags, and the rating is basically just "no R", "with R", or "high R". Therefore, I added some additional details that were intended only for better understanding of what you are going to read and I by no means have any intention to disrespect anyone, especially the authors/writers.
Please note that I cannot speak Chinese (but it didn't stop me lol). I just like to wander in Chinese fandom and desperately use machine translation apps to read. That being said, it is hard for me to completely capture the real nuances of a fanfic in Chinese language, I may only understand the gist or the vibe with my reading comprehension. So, if there is any weird translation or misinterpretation, forgive me in advance. Maybe you can kindly help me to fix it :)
I hope someone will translate them properly someday, and of course with their permissions >.<
I will only recommend the fics that I have read before. So, if you want to suggest a fanfiction it will take some time to put it here, although I doubt anyone would even read this blog haha. If there is any, thank you!
No regular updates.
This is my first time doing something like this. If there are some small changes here and there, sorry for the inconvenience. Any suggestions are welcome :D
Last but not least, this blog is PingXie ONLY 【瓶邪ONLY】.
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No one seems to care about my preferences, but due to the huge difference between Daomu Biji Chinese fandom and English-speaker fandom (it seems the attribute is important in Chinese fandom), I feel like to explain it here just in case to avoid misunderstanding.
I am PingXie Only, which means that I do not ship (or recommend) any ship/cp(s) who tear PingXie apart, and I do not accept switching either. My attitude towards other cp(s) are basically neutral or to put it bluntly I don't really care, anyway it is normal to have different preferences and opinions, but please do not cross the line and cause unnecessary trouble, everyone respects each other like an adult should be.
In my understanding, “瓶邪洁癖” in Chinese fandom is very strict, more stricter than PingXie Only, therefore I think I am just “only”. I have my own judgement to decide which fics I want to recommend, regardless of the writer's attribute. I think it doesn't matter as long as it is tagged properly, do not insult the characters or people, and do not cross my limit of tolerance and acceptance. That's it, the most important of shipping a ship/cp is to be happy :)
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sxvethelastdance · 1 year
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Princes Deposed by the Plot - Piccolo and Vegeta
Time for another entry into the series of Z posting, as warned here with all its various disclaimers.
Naturally… By virtue of my [ahem] writer’s priorities, I ran to slap a comparison of Vegeta and Piccolo’s arcs together based on their two major monologues and their companion quotes! Is it because I think their trajectories are mirrored in both of them having this major speech that shifts their priorities or because my brain is two tsuns poisoned? Who knows. Anyhow, this is a decidedly non-shippy analysis— shocking for this blog. I know! But yes, my intentions in posting this are to provide a really interesting comparison that I think deserves attention. I’m still going to tag it with the ship labels though for all you folks at home who see something compelling here.
An up front special thanks to my friend Stiles over @bastardsunlight for listening to me ramble about these developments over a period of a year and change as I faithfully documented my reactions and came to this conclusion. ANOTHER special thanks to my buddy B for making the joke that became the title of this post. 
Analysis below
It’s so fucking INTERESTING to me, the way that both Piccolo and Vegeta come to a major conclusion about themselves through putting themselves on the line for Goku specifically. 
Mind you, this is hardly anything new for a Dragon Ball villain, but there’s always been a consensus that these two are Goku’s ultimate rivals. Piccolo because he was born to hate Goku, a dying wish with the mission of ‘kill kill kill’ in the egg he hatched from- and Vegeta because he was raised to hate the kind of challenge someone like Goku presents him. They maintain the bulk of their personality and distinctive traits because of the sustained relevance that their position measured relative to Goku’s grants them. 
You have these two former villains with not only the kind of baggage that your Z-Fighter prior had, but on steroids. A child’s desire to be worth the legacy and remaking of a ‘King’ and his great evil vs the child’s bottomless ambition for power so as to never be helpless again, to be the boot crushing the ant instead of the ant.  Piccolo was “born” evil, not raised. Vegeta was raised into a culture that delights in other people’s pain, strength for strength’s sake- and also with Frieza as his “parent” in some respects. 
There’s this fundamental similarity in the trajectory of their arcs- though Piccolo inevitably finds it much easier because he doesn’t have to contend with the expectation of cultural norms. He doesn’t have a context of that until he’s an adult. And like I mentioned before, the crowning moment of when their characters earnestly have shifted their beliefs rings rather similarly in both cases. 
Piccolo wanted to stay on Namek to fight by Goku’s side, even if it meant putting himself in Frieza’s line of fire. 
Vegeta admitted out loud that he didn’t stand a chance against Buu and committed to a fight WITHOUT the goal of winning- the goal was explicitly a support role to Goku. Holding Buu off to give him time to power up and beat the monster. 
Both of them put down their goals right on the floor and stepped into what their earlier selves would’ve considered humiliating positions. They are admitting second fiddle and for the first time they’re not taking it as an insult. They want to see him win! They NEED him to win. 
So much of it is the stakes- wanting to see a common foe go down, yes. But for both of them we see that they’ve got people they love that they’re doing this for. It’s not about what they want or even need or themselves anymore. These monologues happen after several turning points- it’s like closing the book on the chapter of a compulsion that they realized wasn’t making them happy. 
They both allow themselves to get brutally tortured not as a consequence of fighting to fight around the time of these revelations, but because they realize that there’s someone to go home to- and that home won’t exist anymore if they don’t do it. 
And— what the shit. I realize as I’m writing this that they both did it so that Goku could charge the spirit bomb. Piccolo for the bomb against Frieza, Vegeta for the bomb against Kid Buu. Straight up scene after scene of them not just getting thrashed; but very visibly put in the ground like a dog. Worse than death, because it isn’t over. 
You get to hear these men getting beaten brutally (the visual style communicates a lot more than a blow for blow fight in instances where one character is severely outmatched. Think Tien vs Nappa, Frieza and Vegeta at the waterfall, the Androids and the Z-Fighters), 
- knowing that Goku’s the only way, and that they’re only getting up because he needs them to. They know he needs them, and they need him right back. 
It’s their home they’re bleeding for. Now is the time to do the noble thing- and it is noble. Because it requires no shortage of fighting their innate selfishness, their drives and the goals that subsumed a good deal of their lives. 
Now here’s the monologues and some companion scenes signaling the shift in their characters at different points. 
The Monologues + Companion Quotes:
Piccolo’s monologue [Spoken after being transported to Earth while SSJ Goku fights Frieza]
"Goku... Our paths have crossed many times along the way. It's because of you that I was even born. 
From the very beginning, when I was nothing but an egg, even then I wanted you destroyed. I was born hating you. As a young fighter, those tournaments against you were all that I had. I lived for the chance to see you die.
(Flash to the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament)
I will never forget our fight in the World Martial arts tournament. With my newly learned ability to increase my size, I knew that this would be it. This would be my chance to finish you. But still you found a way to beat me, your power, I've never seen it anything like it. 
From that day forward, I knew that there was something different about you. Something... Not of this world. And then the fight with Raditz—
(Cut to the killing blow between Raditz and Goku, the Special Beam Cannon)
Huh. I can't say I objected to destroying you.
After all, it's what I'd been waiting for my whole life. But as you lay there lifeless, the job wasn't what I'd imagined. 
How could I hate someone with such an honorable sacrifice? Goku, why did you have to send me back to Earth? I wanted to fight alongside of you... It's vexing, but your powers have become far greater than my own, and so has your character. You chose to beat Frieza at the cost of your own life. You're always like that."
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Scene — Gohan asleep by the fire 
PICCOLO: (gently pushes Gohan’s bangs back) Until now, training you has been about vengeance. But something’s changed. No matter what happens, I’ll always be there to protect you, Gohan. Sleep well, my friend. 
Scene — Flying toward the battle with Frieza
PICCOLO: Gohan’s energy signal is fading! I’m not gonna let it happen, cause we’ve been through too much together.  
(Flashback, spanning their time training together) 
You were just a pampered kid when I took you in, but you never gave up. You never failed to surprise me either. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. But you took it without complaint and I could tell despite the hardship I put you through;  You truly cared about me. So I died for you... And I’d do it all again. 
Scene — Piccolo and Vegeta’s final talk
PICCOLO: I was just like you once, until Gohan’s love changed me. I know you were changed too, I know how much courage it took to do what you did. 
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Vegeta’s Monologue [spoken while SSJ3 Goku fights Buu off]
“Amazing. How do you do it Kakarot? You’ve always been like this. Ever since the first day I met you. Always ready to meet the next challenge, even when it’s bigger than you are. 
It was the same on Namek, you had improved so much it made Recoome look like he was standing still. Your power had increased so dramatically since our battle on Earth that I thought you’d done it! That you had become a super Saiyan. 
It tore me apart. How could you, a low class soldier, accomplish so easily what I- I had struggled my whole life to achieve? Then at last it happened. I too transformed. After living every moment of every day for the singular purpose of surpassing you, I finally became a super Saiyan myself. The prince had reclaimed his throne and fulfilled his destiny! But no matter how strong I became, your power still exceeded mine. 
At first I thought it was your loved ones —
(flash to Gohan, Chi-Chi, Piccolo, Bulma, Krillin, Oolong, Yamcha, Puar— all in that order) 
— that it was your instinct to protect them that spurred you on and pushed you beyond your limits. But then I found myself with a family of my own and my power didn’t increase at all. 
I used to fight for the sheer pleasure of it. For the thrill of the hunt. Oh, I had the strength unmeasurable. I spared no one. And yet… you showed mercy to everyone. Even your fiercest enemies, even me. Yet you never fought to kill or for revenge. Only to test your limits and to push yourself beyond. To become the strongest you could possibly be. How can a Saiyan fight like that and at the same time be so gentle that he wouldn’t hurt a fly? 
Oh, it makes me angry just thinking about it! But perhaps it is my anger that’s made me blind to the truth for so long. I see it now. This day has made it all too clear. 
You’re better than me Kakarot. You are the best.”
+
Scene — Goten and Trunks arrive. Vegeta hugs Trunks.
VEGETA: Trunks, there’s something you must know. You’ve made me proud, son. 
Scene — Before The Explosion
VEGETA: Trunks, Bulma, I do this for you. And yes… Even for you, Kakarot. 
Scene - Asking The Earth for Its Energy (cutting between Namek and The Sacred World of the Kais)
KIBITO KAI: Do you think Vegeta could soften his request somewhat? You know, ask them nicely? (The people of the Earth)
ELDER KAI: He could. If he wasn’t a proud, pigheaded, arrogant fool! 
KIBITO KAI: Look! He’s trying again.
VEGETA: (now pleading): People of the earth, please. I beg of you. You have to listen to me, please. We’re running out of time. 
(either sweat or a tear that runs down his face at this point. It’s ambiguous) 
Raise your hands. Do it before it’s too late. don’t let Majin Buu destroy you and your children! PLEASE! DONT LET HIM WIN!
These considerations in mind: It makes a great deal of sense as to what people would see in pairing them together- be it for the sake of putting the two stoic men who used to be the big bad in the same panel together while Goku fights the big battles, or for shipping purposes. They’re kindred spirits, and sometimes when you see yourself in someone else you decide: Boy, I don’t fucking like you.
They are two characters who after a series of journeys, have broken from either familial or cultural expectations as a hallmark of their development and subsequently found some kind of validation and self-actualization. From that point they can think about what it is that THEY want. A long path on its own. 
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I just read 'You brought the flame and you put me through hell' and while I do appreciate the attempt, I have a few notes. I appreciate you included Liu (who gets overlooked by the fandom even though she heralded Dick's first instant of being sexually assaulted). However I think the execution could have been done better, starting with the language "broke" and "wrecked" used. Being raped does not make someone broken. Being manipulated by Mirage was not "cheating". It was assault (1/2)
I like birdflash but emotionless sex is not a proper coping method for trauma and should not be treated as such. Dick should have gotten therapy instead of letting himself be further traumatized with one night stands. Calling himself dirty and blaming himself for it is HARMFUL. A rape victim should not be “grateful” for being sexualized. I understand you mean well but this will not teach survivors anything good or help them heal. Unless you've been through it it just comes as disrespectful (2/2)
hi! it's nearly 3am here and my filter's gone, so this is going to be a long post.
first things first: believe it or not, my personal experiences are none of your business, and they never will be. it doesn’t matter what i have or have not experienced for myself. as a writer creating a fictional story about fictional characters recovering from fictional events, my own experiences are not a factor here. most of the topics i write about are things i’ve never felt or witnessed for myself, and there is nothing wrong with that. truthfully, i think it’s a little silly for authors to feel the need to put a disclaimer before every single topic they write about, because you really can’t expect someone to only write their own experiences and nothing else. that’s not how fiction writing works most of the time. some people prefer to stick with what they know and that’s perfectly fine, but i am not one of those people. i like learning new things and turning them into stories. i write fiction for the sake of writing fiction, so you can assume that the majority of my stories are strictly based on things i have watched/heard/read about and have not experienced myself. if i ever start dressing like a bat and fighting crime, i’ll let you know.
secondly: it is not the author’s responsibility if someone reads something they can’t handle. the fic was rated mature for a reason. it is tagged with “rape/non-con” for a reason. if you choose to read this fic despite the warnings and end up triggering yourself, that has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you. if someone tells you a stove is hot and you touch it anyway, that is not on them. they told you it was hot.
i also assume that if someone is mature enough to read a story with a mature rating, then they are presumably mature enough to understand that a character’s thoughts and beliefs are not automatically reflective of the author’s. of course i know that being sexually assaulted does not affect one’s worth, but dick grayson did not know that, which was the whole point of the story. there would be no story if he knew everything i knew. i could have saved myself several days of writing, if that were the case.
i know you mean well, but i set out to tell a story, and that’s what i did. this was not meant to be a fluffy cutesy fic to educate the reader on healthy coping methods. if my intention had been to write a “10 Ways to Recover From Sexual Assault” pamphlet, then that would be a different story, but i didn’t. i wrote a story about dick grayson—a character who has a history of blaming himself for things out of his control and internalizing harmful concepts—handling his traumatic experiences in the ways i could see him handling them. my fic was never meant to be a mental health psa, otherwise i would have advertised it as such.
it is not my job to hold the reader’s hand every step of the way and make sure they don’t blindly take everything in the story as an indisputable fact. i expect someone who is mature enough for a high rating to possess the ability to use critical thinking and understand the difference between a self-help book and a mediocre fanfiction about bad coping skills. if someone who is a survivor of sexual assault knows the fic could be triggering to them and reads it anyway, that is not on me. they should have heeded the warnings.
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blessyouhawkeye · 2 years
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#easily triggered??? EASILY TRIGGERED??? HELLO???
First of all, chill. It wasn't meant as an attack or to be condescending.
Secondly, I have not read the book(s) either for the exact same reasons you have, I also don't plan to, because it is terrible (from what I have heard) and I also don't want to read lengthy explicit rape scenes. I'd rather fill my head with pleasant things.
Maybe I was projecting, I am easily triggered (at least when it pertains to sex crimes/deviance and things of that nature), I'm sorry about that. Maybe my phrasing could have been worded better. Again, sorry. It wasn't meant to mock or condescend anyone who's triggered, easily or not, because I am one of those people.
Thirdly, because they are thai fans, they have greater and first hand information than the rest of us do. They literally can just ask their search engine or go on whatever socmed and just view the discussions pertaining the books. Literally like we did in a completely different language...in addition to the rest of us non-thai speakers having to depend on secondhand knowledge and shitty translations made by people who also don't read or speak the language.
Point is, if you are triggered, why are you still wanting to read the books- when we are almost finished with the show- when the information available regarding the first few KinnPorsche centric books say that rape is a prevalent theme- of the many problematic themes- the book(s) contains??? And when you know that those themes are not likely to change at all when it's written by the same writers who wrote that type of shit for the main pairing, are now going to write stuff for VegasPete? It just genuinely doesn't make any sense???
If I was watching a show and entered any socmed to participate in online discussions of a show based on a book, and people who have read it keep saying that the book(s) was worse, that the show actually humanized the characters, that this character actually did this or that and it was actually way worse in the book than in the show, that the director toned it down, etc., what exactly are trigger warnings going to do? You know what you're getting into when you decide to pick up their books at this point...
And let's be real here, have any of us that have picked up an actual physical book ever seen a sole, singular page dedicated to disclaim "trigger warnings" or all the problematic themes it may contain? 'Cause I sure as hell haven't. If anything, I've learned about them by searching them up on the internet or by the online discussions started by fans, never by the authors themselves. And no, I'm not defending DAEMI. They're both real pieces of shit who treat the actors like shit and are entitled asses, so I really don't care if their shit goes up in flames. I kinda of hope it does, for them.
And lastly, I don't follow you, I saw you in the tag and decided to share my opinion, I also wasn't meaning to enter into discourse with you. I apologize for any discomfort I may have caused with my ask, it wasn't intentional.
thanks for the explanation. i'll admit i did react strongly, but in my defence you did come into my house and, from my point of view, call me easily triggered. tone gets lost online so the way i read it wasn't how you intended it and i'm sorry for that.
and re daemi and their bullshit i think the larger reason behind the backlash from them dismissing trigger warnings on the novel is less about the trigger warnings themselves and more about the flippancy of their attitude toward the subject material. plus trigger warnings don't have to detail every single thing that happens in the book, any sort of content warning saying "hey there's serious topics in this, be warned!" like if a book had an R rating or something.
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About the Mun:
Marker / 21+ / they/them pronouns / lifelong fan of dragon ball and one of the two people who a) has seen it and b) prefers it to z
I follow back and/or send asks from @markershub / I have a rebloggable promo here:
About Eighter/Android 8
Android 8 is a prototype machine man built by the Red Ribbon Army with the intent of being the ultimate killing machine. His visual design is largely based off the Universal Monsters' Frankenstein.
Despite an extremely intimidating physique, a towering frame (he stands at about 8 feet tall), and extreme strength, Android 8 abhors violence. When ordered to kill Goku, he refuses. And once Goku frees him from the self-destructing mechanism within Android 8, the two become fast friends, with Android 8 becoming very protective of Goku, Suno, and any other innocent people brutalized by the Red Ribbon Army. Though he hates fighting, he will do it if it means protecting his friends.
Goku gives Android 8 the nickname "Eighter", which has stuck ever since.
Eighter is a soft-spoken, pacifistic artificial man who values peace and kindness above all else. Though his creators want him dead, he is determined to survive and help the people he can.
RP Rules
000  This blog is a sideblog. I cannot follow you or send asks from here and if I do send asks I will need to either send them from my main blog with this url mentioned, or on anon with this url mentioned. Me not following you back does not necessarily mean I don't want to write together!
001  My blog is not mutuals only but I can be selective based on whether or not I think our writing styles would mesh.
That said I'm happy to recieve character asks from anyone, and I am OC and Crossover friendly.
 002  I do not take magic anons.
 003  There is no sm.ut nor fe.ti.sh content permitted here. I also do not write: inc.est, pe.dop.hili.a.
 004  I do not rp with muns who roleplay as real people. (For instance, if you rp as the real Ha.rry Sty.les I won't rp with you) and this also applies to YouTubers and YouTuber sonas. Characters played by actors are fine.I also do not RP with people who have real-life religious figures as their muses (Jesus, God, gods of a pantheon still worshipped today, etc) as I consider it disrespectful. Fictional ones or fictional versions of them (e.g. Marvel's Loki) are fine
005  I do not rp with the following fandoms: harry pot.ter/wiza.rding world/fant.astic bea.sts, fn.af, dre.am sm.p, hazb.in hot.el/hell.uva bo.ss, homes.tuck, and he.talia. I'm simply not interested in them.
 006  Because of personal mental health grapples, I generally do not follow blogs that do not tag for common triggers/squicks, such as suicide, self harm, and body image. I can and do explore heavy topics in fiction; however, with some topics in particular I appreciate the heads-up and preparation that a trigger warning provides.
Thank you for understanding.
 007  Basic rp etiquette applies; no godmodding/infomodding/metagaming, try to match length within reason
 008  The mun (aka writer I am writing with) must be 17 or older. (I'm old enough that I don't feel entirely comfortable writing with young teen muns, regardless of the maturity or lack thereof of the subject matter.)
 009  I am not your meme source and I am not your aesthetics source. Please, especially if we are not mutuals or if you don't plan to send me anything from a meme, reblog it from the source. It helps keep my notifs clean so I can find rp replies.
 010  When I plot, I plot for vibes and generally enjoy flying by the seat of my pants with rp, where we start with a neat scenario and then see where it goes-- for this reason I also like when we get them started via an inbox meme. Memes in my meme tag don't expire.
 011  I am a busy adult. Consider this a disclaimer saying that if I do not respond to your ask, your dm, our thread, etc right away, it is nothing against you. I am busy and I also have memory issues, especially for non-physical interactions. If you think I've forgotten something, a nudge is ok, but please give me a few days to respond first.
 012  My reply speed is as follows - I can be the fastest draw in the west sometimes; other times, replies may take days or weeks. One reminder to see if I put a reply of yours in my drafts is fine after a week or two. But please do not nudge me repeatedly. (For instance, asking me legit every week where my reply to our thread is) It makes me feel rushed and I'll probably drop the thread and the partnership altogether if it gets too excessive.
 013  I prefer direct communication where possible about any kind of misunderstandings or boundary-crossings. I do my best to reread my mutuals' rules regularly.
 014  Given the memory issues and the fact I'm autistic— please hard-block me if you don't want me following or interacting. If you softblock I'll probably either forget I ever followed and follow again, or think it was a glitch. I'm not a mind-reader.
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kendochick-moor · 8 months
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Omg thank you thank you thank you. It doesn’t matter how short it is, I’ll accept any ss crumbs as long as it’s from you😍
Sorry for the delay, Anon. I am still working on this Dark!SasuSaku for you, but here is the first bit. There may be more if I can fit it in between commissions. :)
As this is DARK material, I will tag this with NSFW, manipulation, confinement, cruelty, mentions of human experimentation (just that it's there, not the details), aaaaand let's toss Dom/sub on top, to round it out.
Worship, No Air
AN: In this writer’s work, we’re ‘inspired’ by canon but not exactly ‘bound’ by it. This AU is based in the Naruto-verse with divergences. Sasuke left & joined Orochimaru. He stayed at Orochimaru’s side. No Fourth Great Ninja War in this story. Everyone is in their early 20s-ish. 
The Bait
Sakura’s eyes widened as a heavy weight settled across her shoulders. The aftershave scent of musk and cinnamon and the faintest, earthy traces of training ground dirt wafted to her nose. She immediately relaxed on her stool at Ichiraku Ramen.
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” said Naruto, wrapping an arm around her. His familiar orange coat hung from around Sakura’s shoulders. “You looked cold. Is it the storm coming?”
Shrugging and tugging Naruto’s cloak closer, Sakura shook her head and grinned at him. “Nah, just me feeling twitchy.” He studied her and she bumped her shoulder into his. “Really. Bad dreams all week and me needing a break from them. It’s just been a weird time.”
Some of the teasing leaked from Naruto’s expression and he nodded, more resigned. “Ah.” 
Of course it was a strange time. It was the tenth anniversary of their fellow teammate’s defection. The two of them met up frequently to spend time together, but they had never quite mended the rift that tore through their team when Sasuke sought out Orochimaru as a teacher.
“I never thought he would stay away,” admitted Naruto quietly.
Sakura exhaled equally quietly. “Me neither. I always felt like he would just up and appear out of nowhere again, at some point, you know?”
As silence stretched between the pair of shinobi, Teuchi slid a bowl of ramen before each of them, their usual. Sakura smiled and nodded at Teuchi, who gave her a comforting, fatherly nod before returning to his pots and pans.
“Well, here’s to waiting for another ten years,” sighed Sakura, lifting her bowl to chime it with Naruto’s. “A ramen kampai is somehow sacrilegious.”
“Nah, that’s just you. Anything can be toasted for kampai, as long as the intention is true,” corrected Naruto. His bowl clinked with hers and they both grinned. “To ten more years. Hopefully less,” he added.
Their bowls clinked again and Sakura separated her chopsticks while Naruto began inhaling his supper. 
Sakura nodded to herself. “And to the successful removal, or at least reduction in size, of the giant kunai that was always stuck up his ass.”
Naruto choked.
—just as an explosion rocked the village’s front gates, sending a plume of smoke and debris up into the air.
“Shit,” she muttered and smacked Naruto on the back so hard his food shot clear through the stall’s kitchen.
“Thanks,” croaked Naruto, eyes still bulging. He tossed money on the counter and Teuchi waved them both off as he raced to close up his stall.
“Do you think it’s a distraction?” asked Sakura. Her leather gloves creaked as she tightened them and studied the village skyline.
“Won’t know ‘til we go check it out, c’mon!”
They bounded to the nearest roof and raced towards the gates, only for a surprising lightning strike to throw them off course, separating them.
Naruto spun around, gaping. “What the—”
“Naruto!” called Sakura, only for her words to fade as she, too, choked. Long-fingered, strong fingers closed around her throat and the stirrings of lightning tickled her skin in warning. 
The enemy nin had appeared out of nowhere. Where had he been hiding? Had he been listening to them talk? How had they not sensed his chakra?
“Hn,” murmured an ominously familiar voice in her ear. “Still so slow… and annoying.”
Then she recognized the ash and sandalwood scent of him, the dark hair that brushed against her collar as he yanked her back against his chest.
“Sasuke,” Sakura tried to growl. 
Her chakra-flooded fingers tore at his exposed forearm but Sasuke ignored her, his eyes on Naruto.
“Let her go,” demanded Naruto, his cerulean eyes flashing bloody red. The whiskers on his face darkened and his fists bunched at his sides. A reddish gold glow haloed him and his first tail appeared.
Sasuke huffed in derision.
No Naruto, thought Sakura desperately, still clawing at Sasuke. It was a trap. He’s using me as bait. Run!
Across the rooftop, Naruto’s second, third, and fourth tails appeared in rapid succession as the pressure around Sakura’s throat increased, closing off her airways. Adding insult to injury, Sasuke then lifted her just enough so her toes couldn’t reach the roofing tiles. He’d grown tall in their decade apart.
Shoving down the emotions that tried to smother her, Sakura closed her eyes, focused, and released her grip on Sasuke’s wrists. Then she summoned a spike of chakra through her hands and directly into Sasuke, sinking her nails into the flesh of his chest and pumping more through him as he jerked and shook her violently.
“Stop—,” he snarled through clenched teeth, though his fingers loosened.
“No,” wheezed Sakura. 
—but then a scream tore from her throat and her vision went white.
“Sakura—” shouted Naruto.
The hand around her throat was on fire and burning through her skin in record time and Sakura could no longer hear the shouts around her as more shinobi arrived on the scene and she fell to her knees, refusing to let go.
The air around her thinned and Sakura swayed, falling into Sasuke. The fire had burned up the nearby oxygen as fuel. Her eyes shut and she sent one last, desperate shot of chakra through Sasuke’s chest, straight to his heart.
He stumbled.
And then Sakura couldn’t feel anything anymore.
***
The Trick
When Sakura woke, the ceiling spun several times, the pattern of ancient, thick camphor beams blending into each other like globs of paint. Her stomach heaved and she swallowed down the bile that rose and burned her throat, clenching her eyes shut until the roiling mess subsided—
—her throat!
Panting, Sakura sent tendrils of chakra through her system to scout out the severity of her injuries. Taking deep breaths, she counted slowly back from twenty, reminding herself it was normal for her body and chakra to respond sluggishly after a period of unconsciousness, everything would be fine, what the Hell happened, was Naruto OK, where was she, where was Sasuke, was this a trap—
Then she tried again.
And swallowed, trying again.
After the fifth attempt, trembling, she took another deep breath.
Nothing.
A dull, throbbing emptiness echoed through her where her chakra used to course beneath her skin.
Her mouth fell open as a whimper escaped her in spite of herself. No. No no no no no—
A rustle of clothing to her left silenced her.
“You sleep like the dead,” he remarked.
Closing her eyes again, Sakura exhaled slowly. The rage consuming her would not serve her… yet.
“Sasuke,” she replied calmly, opening her eyes to her new reality. 
She lay on a very wide bed, surrounded by white comforters and cushions. The windows let in early morning light that bathed the room in a promising glow, though the room was still chilly. Turning her head, her throat pulled, the tight skin still sore and healing. But it was enough to meet his impassive gaze where he sat up, back against the headboard, his legs stretched out just a few inches to her side. 
What kind of mockery of intimacy was this? Whose bed was this? Why wasn’t she in the hospital? Or a prison cell? Or…
Her jaw ached with tension. There was so much to catch up on. 
Then she spoke the words she’d longed to say for too long. “Welcome home, traitor.”
He regarded her from the corner of his eye, sheathed the kunai he’d been polishing. His undiluted attention unnerved her and she genuinely couldn’t tell if he did it to unsettle her intentionally or not.
“I don’t have all day. Get up and get dressed,” he said, swinging his legs over his side of the bed. 
Sakura wasn’t done with him yet, though. If he hadn’t killed her then he had a reason to keep her alive. She just had to figure out what it was. Which meant pushing him until he lashed out and revealed himself. 
Well, Sasuke had always had a temper. She knew how to push his buttons.
“What, no comeback for the ‘traitor’ comment?”
“You’ll find, when you eventually get out of bed and step outside, that I am no longer the traitor,” intoned Sasuke. 
He added insult to injury by keeping his back to her. 
Sakura scoffed, tentatively pushing away the bed covers. Looking down, she discovered herself in a simple pair of men’s navy blue pyjamas. They were far too big. Her anxiety spiked. 
Whose clothes were these? 
Her throat remained sore and weak, but she forced herself up to sitting and glowered at him.
“Ten years doesn’t change in a day, Sasuke. You don’t stop being a traitor overnight.” She swallowed painfully at the memories she had held so dear, of the hope that somehow, all this time, he would be pardoned and they could be a team together again. Those hopes were dashed like waves upon a rocky breakwater.
“It does,” said Sasuke evenly. He looked over his shoulder at her. “I did.”
Sakura’s brows furrowed.
He turned away again and Sakura could only stare at his back as his words sank in. He had to be lying.
Standing, she glanced around and found a pair of simple gray ninja uniform pants, loose, with clean wrappings for her legs. There was also a fresh pair of shoes and two shirts, one a lightweight, fitted mesh and the other a looser long-sleeved, v-neck t-shirt. 
A breeze rippled through the room and Sakura’s attention was drawn to another issue.
“Where are my regular clothes? My… underwear,” she asked.
Sasuke ignored her.
“Get out,” she said.
Sasuke ignored her.
“Are you some kind of pervert now? Is that it?” demanded Sakura.
“You can get dressed in the next thirty seconds or I will take you out and strip you in front of my team and you get to earn your clothes back one at a time by serving them, at their leisure.”
Sasuke knew exactly how to twist a knife, Sakura learned, and decided against testing his patience… for now.
They left the room at exactly thirty seconds, Sakura relieved that Sasuke had not peeked at her, at least.
***
The Snare
“You’re late.”
“Hn.”
Orochimaru’s golden eyes took in Sakura’s quiet presence at Sasuke’s shoulder and a slow, oily grin spread across his lips.
“Well done,” he praised.
Sasuke nodded.
The shaking of her clenched fists reminded Sakura that she needed more information before she lashed out at them. And she still had to figure out what happened to her chakra.
Wait until you have the advantage, she reminded herself as Sasuke (and therefore she) followed Orochimaru out of the house and into the… Uchiha District?
Sakura’s head spun.
Around them, hammers, roofers, gardeners and repair-folk worked like a small army to renovate the dilapidated mini-village.
They were still in Konoha?
Why… why were they here? What happened? Where was the rest of the village? Why wasn’t anyone fighting to get through and defeat Orochimaru and Sasuke?
“Come,” said Orochimaru.
The trio made their way through the District and Sakura couldn’t help noticing how every worker ducked their head or turned away from her when she tried to catch their eye.
***
At the raised dais, surrounded by silent Konoha citizens with downcast eyes and rounded shoulders, Sakura learned the truth.
Everyone in the Tower had been slaughtered.
Naruto had been captured and imprisoned, Sasuke’s Sharingan having subdued the bijuu.
The Aburame, Nara and Akamichi were imprisoned. The Hyuuga had disappeared without a trace and that concerned Sakura the most given Orochimaru’s penchant for experimentation. No one just disappeared, even if they were ninja. Especially an entire clan with a highly prized doujutsu. Sakura’s stomach sank as she imagined where the Hyuuga likely were… and in what state.
As Orochimaru addressed the quietly huddled assembly, Sakura took the opportunity to look around. She recognized a few civilian faces, but few of her former nin. Genma was off to the left, stiff and still. Tenten stood a dozen meters away, her expression stony. Perhaps the one that gutted her was Lee, who sat silently, his youth sapped and abundance of energy nowhere to be found. His thick bowlcut lay limp against the sides of his hollow cheeks.
What made her antsy was the lack of children anywhere. No sounds of running feet. No signs of their play, no toys left out, no parents holding their youngest near to them. No hints the village contained children of any kind.
What the Hell happened here, she wondered in horror.
His slimy, nasal voice droning on while she took in the semi-apocalyptic scene, Sakura initially didn’t catch on to Konoha’s newest leader’s Prime Directive as he pontificated from the dais. Then certain words clicked and Sakura froze.
“... to bolster our numbers following the unfortunate recent losses, the marriage law will also provide an opportunity for Konoha’s citizens, new and established, to learn about each other and create a new generation of powerful, intelligent nin… Officiants have been designated for each district within the village and will assign partners to any who have not already engaged themselves in the previously encouraged directive…”
Marriage Law. Marriage… Law…
Was this a farce?
Out of the corner of her eye she caught Sasuke glancing at her similarly out of the corner of his eye.
“... as we would never ask the population to do something we would not ourselves support and comply with, I would like to introduce you to Mr and Mrs Sasuke Uchiha. They will no doubt be announcing the good news of the continuation of the Uchiha clan and its famed Sharingan in the briefest delay possible,” he added meaningfully.
What.
Sakura looked around. Sasuke was married? Then why had he been in her bed when she woke up? What kind of cheating asshole was he?
So intent was Sakura on trying to figure out the identity of Sasuke’s mystery wife that she missed the sharp, narrow-eyed glare Orochimaru shot her way, and then at Sasuke. She stilled when someone tugged her arm through theirs and instinctively tried to yank her arm free, only for Sasuke’s fingers to dig into her forearms, holding her in place. 
Then he walked the two of them to the front of the dais.
“Oh, perhaps it isn’t clear to anyone standing at the back,” added Orochimaru. “You may recognize Mrs Uchiha from her previous role in Konoha General hospital. She is the nin formerly known as Sakura Haruno.”
***
The Snap
The announcement of her engagement may have gone more smoothly if Sakura had not immediately attempted to murder her husband in front of the assembled crowd.
There were gasps, quickly followed by screams as she spun on her heel and punched him hard enough to smash him through the boards of the wooden dais. An explosion of dirt, splinters and sawdust erupted and sent the villagers running. Sakura may not have had her chakra, but she still had a vicious pair of fists.
Sasuke didn’t stay down long, however, and his expression turned stony as he shot from the small crater and launched himself at Sakura. He tried to pin her shoulders but she rolled, taking him with her and throwing him off with a snarl.
It was probably for the best that Konoha’s children were absent given the language she used to express her dissatisfaction with the ‘generous’ offer of marriage.
All the while, Orochimaru laughed.
When, nearly a quarter hour later, Sasuke eventually subdued Sakura, his knee dug into her spine and he shoved her face in the dirt.
His sweat dripped down his red face as he glared at her, jaw clenched. His clothes were torn and blood seeped from the cut on his cheek from where she had clawed at him. 
In spite of the dirt digging into her cheek, Sakura smirked at him. There was no way she was rolling over for him. 
“Do as you’re told,” he seethed, panting.
“Fuck you,” she wheezed, then giggled. Hysteria was setting in. 
His lips pressed together in a firm line.
She just made out the snap of his sleeves as his fist connected with her temple and suddenly it was night.
***
The Job
Sakura moaned softly into the cold, damp stones beneath her as she came to. Swallowing down the nausea—concussion, she diagnosed—she pressed herself up onto all fours and took deep, even breaths. After blinking several times without any success to perceive her surroundings, she sighed and gingerly rolled up onto her knees. 
Without her chakra, this was not going to be pleasant.
“One step,” she told herself, reaching forward. “One step.” Her feet shuffled forward and she explored her prison, a few inches at a time. Every so often she wobbled on her feet and stumbled—she sorely wished she had her chakra to heal herself—but it just made her more determined. After an hour she had mapped the dimensions of the room to some degree. The stone walls were slimy in places, likely from mold, and foetid muck squished up between her toes in one area she hoped she would never have to come across again. There was no tap or means to drink, no source of fresh water or daylight. No door, at least that she could reach, nor any ceiling that she could touch, though when she clapped her hands, there was  a negligible echo. The floor was a mix of dirt and stone and what felt like tiny bones that she accidentally crushed beneath her bare feet. Mice or rat skeletons.
“You can ask for a light.”
Sasuke’s voice instantly put Sakura on guard and she backed up against the wall, searching for him in the darkness. It was no use. He’d come from her left, but she had no idea how long he’d been there. 
Or, if he’d been there the entire time, watching her…
“Let there be light.”
His huff of amusement was as dark as her prison.
“Sakura,” he said, and his voice shifted. He was moving. When he next spoke, he was but a few feet in front of her. “There are rules to the new order.”
“You never made it past genin, you’re in no position to make up rules,” said Sakura, straining her ears to make out his footsteps, his breath, the swish of his knotted hakama. Silence.
“You’re in no position to refuse,” he countered, his breath warm across her hair. 
She swung at him but he chuckled and disappeared out of reach again. She clenched her jaw and winced. Stupid concussion.
“What is this, Sasuke? A game? Sport? Revenge?”
The faintest scent of soap reached her nose and she focused her entire being on it while refusing to turn towards it. 
Let him get closer. Don’t let on that you can sense him, coaxed Inner.
“We aren’t the type to play games, Sakura. Compete perhaps.”
“It’s not a fair competition if I don’t…” Sakura swallowed her words. If I don’t know the rules. He lied. It was a game to him. “What do you want?”
“It’s not what I want, it’s what you need. Training.”
“There are training grounds for that.”
“Not that kind of training.”
Sakura stilled.
“What is this? Does this have to do with Orochimaru’s sick jokes?”
His voice came from her other side.
“Ah,” he breathed against her throat and she pivoted on her heel but he was faster, pinning her roughly to the rock wall. 
Disgusted, Sakura bucked against him but he jammed his forearm across her throat, cutting off her airway.
—Then he caressed her cheek with the tip of his nose, trailing it over the apple of her cheek until it was buried in her hair. Sakura froze when his lips murmured against the shell of her ear,
“You’re going to learn how to obey… how to submit… how to beg, Sakura. You’re going to learn how to please me and anyone else I tell you to, and you’re going to surrender to me completely.”
His breath was warm and lifted goosebumps across her skin in spite of the rush of disgust that flooded her.
“You’re delusional.”
“If you want to keep the others safe from Orochimaru’s experiments… start learning.”
The arm fell away from her and Sakura launched herself outward, fists flying, only for Sasuke’s amused huff to resonate and echo through the room before fading away.
“See you tomorrow… pet.”
***
The Rules
It wasn’t true.
It couldn’t be true.
He wouldn’t… 
She bit her lip. She had no idea how long she’d been in the dark prison and had lost all sense of time. No food or water had appeared that she’d been able to find. She had tried to call for help but she couldn’t make out a single sound from outside the stone chamber. All she knew was that it was likely underground, going by the constant chill and the damp conditions. Was she hidden beneath the Uchiha District?
His words came back to her and she couldn’t stop turning them over in her head. Experiments, he’d said. 
The nin in her wanted to fight the notion, the medic in her dreaded its potential truth.
Would Sasuke do that to the citizens of Konoha? Their home village? Her nails dug into her palms as they fisted at her side. 
Would he… would he really try and… break her?
She didn’t know. She didn’t know him well enough anymore to guess, either.
She knew she had to get out of the prison before she could do anything to help anyone, though.
Finding as close to the driest part of the room as she could, Sakura sat down and leaned against the chilled wall. 
“Sasuke-sensei,” she called out, her shoulders sagging. “What is my first lesson?”
Nothing.
Exhaling angrily, Sakura closed her eyes. 
***
What felt like hours later, a heavy blanket fell over her.
Sakura startled, then groaned. Her stiff muscles ached at the sudden movement. Too grateful to shove it away, Sakura wrapped it around herself to try and warm up.
“Ah ah ah, what do you say?”
“Took you long enough.”
The blanket was ripped from her shoulders and Sakura caught herself on her hands and knees, the force of the movement throwing her forward.
“Wrong.”
“May I please have the blanket?” asked Sakura, her nails digging into the filthy floor.
“... what are you willing to do for it?”
“Not kill you in your sleep on the first night of our ‘honeymoon’.”
Sasuke’s disappointed exhale couldn’t reach her physically but it struck her emotionally. He hadn’t said the words, but she knew what he intended with that sound.
“Do you need to think about it for another two days?”
Two days? He’d left her down there for two whole days? No wonder her stomach felt like it was gnawing at her insides.
“Please, may I have the blanket? I will… do as you say.”
“What will you do?”
Sakura rolled her swollen tongue around her bitter mouth. “What would you like me to do?”
“Use your manners.”
She swallowed to try and wet her mouth and lips. “OK.”
“Yes, sir,” he corrected her.
Every joint in Sakura’s body protested at the order, but she inhaled thinly and nodded. “Yes, sir.” She reached for the blanket, but it slipped through her grasp. She crawled forward another few steps on her hands and knees. He’d pulled it away from her. “Is there something else, sir?”
“Speak only when I speak to you,” he said.
“O—Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. You will wear what I tell you to wear.”
Sakura counted backwards from ten to maintain her composure. “Yes, sir.”
“And you will do exactly as I say.”
The ache in her head worsened at how tightly Sakura clenched her jaw before she measured her voice and replied, “Yes, sir.”
“You understand the rules? You understand my authority?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Was that a growl, pet?”
“No, sir.”
He chuckled darkly.
“You may wear the blanket.”
She shuffled forward, her palms filthy and knees scraping against the ground.
“Thank you—” Sakura’s outstretched hand gripped the blanket but it stayed firmly in Sasuke’s grip. “... Sir?”
The silence stretched.
“... only the blanket.”
Pressing her lips together and reassuring herself it was fine, it was dark, no one would see her anyway—Sasuke had turned his back before—Sakura released the blanket.
One article at a time, she removed the shinobi uniform he’d given her when she first woke in that room with him in the Uchiha District. They were soiled but they were something against the chill, against the vulnerability and all-too-humanising nudity. When the layers piled at her feet, she reached again, but the blanket was gone.
Sakura’s stomach dropped. She immediately grabbed for her clothes again, but something had whisked them away. Panic grabbed her with both hands. She was completely exposed.
“M-may I have the blanket, please?” she asked from between clenched teeth.
“Hn. Tomorrow.”
Ignoring her nakedness, she ran in the direction of his voice, but he was nowhere to be found.
Trembling, Sakura turned around, trying to see or hear anything in the dark.
Nothing.
—until she was blinded by a burst of light.
Her hands flew up in front of her to protect her sensitive eyes, and instinctively she shrugged away from it—
—then she remembered she was naked and curled up into a protective ball, desperate to hide herself from whatever, whoever, was shining the spotlight on her. Colours had erupted in front of her eyes and she couldn’t see past them, and without her chakra, she couldn’t sense anyone or their intent. Like an animal, she huddled away in the corner she fell into.
When nothing else happened after a few seconds, and her eyes had adjusted a bit, she glanced around her.
Overbright light flooded the empty room. She still couldn’t find the door because the ceiling blinded her with its harsh whiteness.
“Sasuke?” she called. Her right hand shaded her eyes as she tried to find any hint of him. 
“You forgot rule number two already, Sakura.”
His voice sounded right beside her ear and Sakura turned, but he wasn’t there.
“Think on today’s lessons. I will see you tomorrow.”
“The blanket, please, sir—” stumbled Sakura, her throat closing up.
Silence.
But now Sakura was alone, exposed, in the light.
(She wished for the dark.)
***
TBC?
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any chance you can describe the scene in bridgerton that has sparked all the debate? i see people argue about it but i just need like.. the most basic description to decide if i can/will watch it and you seem to know bridgerton things
OK. Deep breath. Because you asked, I will try? 
Without wading into debate... with some spoilers... and with the caveat that I’m always Team Extremely Enthusiastic Consent; this is one series I (clearly) both read & watched so the answer to can/will was yes for me but mileage will vary:
The two main characters have a very traditional romance-novel dynamic in one respect: the plenty-of-sexual-experience hero, and the so-innocent-she-doesn’t-even-know-how-sex-works virgin heroine. 
However consciously the book was playing off that trope, which is in so many romance novels, I’ve always read it as ‘when your entire sexual education relies on 1 guy & only what he shows you’...  that can go wrong. And it goes wrong. 
You may have seen some of the series’ sexcapades going by on Tumblr in gif form by now... That Scene is episode 6, of 8. 
Short version of the major driving plotline at this point: Daphne thinks her husband can’t have children when actually it’s a matter of won’t. Episode 6 is mostly filled with giddy honeymooning sexcapades... but with Simon using the pullout method, which goes right over Daphne’s head. And then she catches on. 
Basic show-version scene breakdown, from there: Daphne leads Simon into their bedroom, with things proceeding as laughing-honeymoon-ly as usual... until the point where he’d usually pull out, when he says “wait”, meaning to do so. And realizes, when she physically hangs on (on top), instead, something’s different this time. It’s intentionally filmed as a power shift. Immediate aftermath, Daphne gets up to leave, starting to head to her own bedroom for the first time in their marriage. The duke, still in bed, realizes what just happened.
From his reaction, her suspicions re: his lie of omission are confirmed. From her reaction, he knows she did this intentionally. His dawning hurt is the hardest part of the scene to watch, for me.
It plays out as a ‘how could you’/’how could you’ situation, with fallout & reconciliation over the following two episodes ~ 
~and whether the narrative sides too much with Daphne, whether there’s the right kind of fallout and reconciliation, whether this scene was integral to the plot or should have been changed more, how much casting changes how the scene feels... that’s then part of the debate. 
Which... oh no am I wading into debate? I do not have the energy to pull wellies on right now and that river runs deep... I do think the writers still could have done better especially in subsequent episodes, but sometimes characters’ actions are meant to be morally questionable and raise debate and sometimes it’s just a writing whoops (looking at Wonder Woman 1984, which I also watched on Christmas Day & which also managed to spark a consent debate, omg why, writers, when Steve could have just appeared). Bridgerton’s was an intentional writing choice - ‘murkiness’ is I think an apt word here - & I think the last paragraph of this article, and the articles it links to, speak well to overall context:
 “as the number of romance novel adaptations continues to rise in upcoming years, there will be ongoing debates about how many of these now-dated books — in which nonconsensual sex, sexual assault, and rape are not infrequent — will be best adapted for the screen. The good news is that the genre has largely moved away from depicting these types of sex scenes as romantic. The bad news, however, is that it's a lot harder to erase them from the industry's messy past.”
I’m glad romance novels are being adapted; I’m glad I discovered how smart & fun many of them are (it took me too long!). Many romance novels are also Not for Me, for the above-stated reasons. Bridgerton, books & show, I do enjoy... but there’s many things I don’t enjoy that other people do because something in it’s problematic in a way that gets to me, so completely get it if it’s Not For You.
 Whether you see the show as a success or failure on that front, I do think it’s trying to tell a story that reflects that sex is messy & complicated & has a learning curve & can be full of laughter & can make you feel deceived & helpless even when it is consensual especially when no one’s communicating clearly. Whether That Scene is/isn’t is the whole debate, but in writing I do think intent matters -especially as perception varies - and I do find it interesting the showrunner’s stated intent was to still evoke deception & helplessness without crossing the consent threshold. It becomes a a debate as part of the audience does see it that way! It’s also... fiction, as opposed to a how-to manual on consent. Since Bridgerton’s the first adaptation of its specific kind, there’s also a lot of extra attention/pressure on it. Can stories, romances especially, model consent? Yes; some do it brilliantly, and happily, more & more of them do! Do they have to...? Well... no. And when we start policing fiction we get a little Victorian & that’s not a good thing! That’s part of why AO3 exists, after all.
My personal take is, if Bridgerton was a fic on AO3, the writer would tag it as ‘dubcon’ not ‘noncon’. Some reviewers might disagree, but writers tag based on intent and to warn, I think that’s the warning they’d give. 
...And also, my take is that Netflix would be better with AO3-style tags. & so would romance novels. AO3-style tags on everything please, the better to choose wisely!
I hope this helps you decide whether you can/will watch!  
#bridgerton discourse#long post#under the cut because i do not want to trigger anyone and am adding tags as quickly as possible since answers make you post before tagging#(which is dumb)#more tags for everything#the summary version of my opinion: Netflix should have AO3 tags#and i think Bridgerton would be tagged as dubcon not noncon#as tags are based on writer intent and to warn and i think that's the warning they'd give#bridgerton#i don't use a blacklist I don't know what people may have blacklisted but we're going to take a stab at it!#tw: consent issues#cw: consent issues#tw: dubcon#(...discussion thereof this is the first time I've ever had to use this tag this is not my usual topic range!)#i also do think it's interesting the book is a woman writer but the showrunner is a man as that... brings both sides to bear on the topic#answers!#someday i swear some media i enjoy will be unproblematic again#...and then five or fifteen years will pass and that too will look problematic#the circle of life?#(recently was rewatching Doctor Who 2005 and it mostly holds up but also... there are the Slitheen episodes)#anyway i'm pro the debate but also the world is exhausting and the show is shiny with pretty people and flowers#i am just here for the pretty people and flowers tbh#...i'd bet maybe some people who didn't know what they were getting into and just wanted pretty people and flowers felt betrayed#by the That Scene of it all#...and that is why Netflix should have AO3 tags#...people would still disagree about what those tags should be but c'est la vie
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