#bravery only exists in the face of fear

[dreadsuitsamus]

nsfw, fem!reader, breeding and ozai being ozai

Guarding the former Fire Lord, even with his inability to bend anymore, is daunting. Though a prisoner, Ozai is still intimidating and dangerous, those muscles not simply for display. There aren't many guards willing to take on the task of keeping a watchful eye on him for even a single shift, let alone during all of their working hours. Your bravery and resilience is rewarded with handsome payment, though by now, you'd do it for free! There are certain... benefits that have come with your position.

"Ah, ah— Mm! My Lord, oh, yes...!" You throw your head back onto Ozai's pillows, his time spent as a political advisor to his son having offered him a nicer cell than a typical prisoner would have, thanks to the leverage he still holds over the young man. Ozai has your limber legs spread wide against the mattress, your toes touching the headboard as the man above you plows into you with vigor, his cock reaching places inside of you that you never knew existed before fate brought you directly to him.

Ozai hisses, his grip tightening around your ankles. "That's it... Take it. Take my cock, my power, my all. You'll give me a new heir, one that will be perfect, one that won't fail me like the others! You'll do this for your King, without fail!" He spits out, the excited luster of his ideals getting him off as much as the way your slickened walls grip his shaft and beg to be filled once again, as he has every night for several months now. Whether you're on duty or sneaking into his chamber, you take your Lord's seed and humbly await the night you'll fall pregnant and kick his plans into gear. He cannot bend fire anymore, but his theory rests on your firebending abilities and his genetics to create a child that can bend, and be the very best.

Zuko was a failure from the very beginning, and Azula's demise must surely stem from her mother, a woman never loyal to the Fire Nation and Ozai himself. This heir will be the one to make him proud.

"Breed me, my Lord! It is my duty, my destiny to bear your child! Together, we shall restore your honor, your legacy, with our children."

Ozai grin is maniacal, his laugh sinister as he lowers himself to speak directly into your ear. "You're getting ahead of yourself, aren't you? You've yet to give me one heir, let alone multiple!"

"The solstice is nearly upon us." You pant, a mewling whimper breaking your concentration as your Lord twists your nipples that will one day feed his child and help him to become strong.

"And...?" Ozai's strong fingers squeeze the sensitive buds harder, grinning at how pleasurable you find his pain to be.

"T-There will be no better time to fall pregnant, my King. Our child will be strong, guided by the stars to take back what is yours!"

"Oh, really? So do you suggest I'm wasting my time now then?" Ozai begins to pull away, only slipping out a mere fraction of his slick-coated dick before your fingers, small and soft and so breakable like the rest of you, are threading into his hair. Amused, Ozai pauses with a raised brow and cocky smirk on his lips. "What's this, hm?"

"My Lord— My love." You breathe out, sneaky legs snaking around his trim waist to summon him back into his fully-seated position. "Please..."

"Please what?" He hisses, those strong arms slipping around your waist tightly in what's nearly a darling embrace, though he still remains only partially inside of your cunt. "Are you simply here tonight as my whore?"

"For you, I am anything." Your chest heaves, beads of sweat prickling you from head to toe. "The mother of your proper heir, the one that sees to your exemplary care... Your courtesan, your lover... Your wife, if you'd have me."

Ozai's large hand, one you'd still not fear even with his power intact, comes to rest at the side of your face. "Provide me a firstborn son that can firebend, and then we'll discuss a permanent relationship."

Your much smaller hand covers his, hopeful tears welling in your eyes. "I won't let you down, Phoenix King Ozai."

"See to it that you don't." Ozai's lips capture yours in a rare kiss, and he again rocks his hips to yours, soon filling you to the brim with seed that takes, settling deep into your womb to create the child that will swell your belly with his pride.

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[devildomditzy]

Pacts - Mammon x MC

Part 3

Haven’t Read The Beginning? : Part One - Part Two

Tag list + Author’s Note at the end

Tags: Angst w/ eventual comfort, Mentions of Death/The Fall, Mentions of anxiety/anxiety attacks

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Okay… Deep breaths. Just like Lilith taught ya.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In

In

IN!!!!

“Mammon, what’s wrong! Hey, Mammon, come on, come back to me.”

If only the simple snapping of your fingers in his face and the feeling of you grabbing his shoulders could bring him down from the panic he was now feeling.

This should be easy. He can remember another time, a simpler time, a time long gone by. One where his sister still lived and smiled and breathed. One where she taught him things like expressing your feelings and sharing your emotions with others. One where she showed just how important family and friends and lovers could be…

He was never good at it. Of course, that was his own personal opinion. But whenever he did Lilith would smile that blinding smile and glow and tell how much of a natural he was at it.

He’s flirted, sure, he’s put on the charm and picked up various angels and demons and humans and who even knows what to fulfill his more primal desires. He’s taken lovers and partners and been a part of a couple, or thruple…or even quadruple, some of which lasting for years or even decades.

But ever since the fall, ever since he lost his home, his friends, his sister, his life; and was left to pick up the pieces with the other six who swore themselves to damnation for the rest of existence? He can’t say that he’s been interested in another being. At least not like this.

You. You. The human. The stupid exchange student he was unceremoniously shackled to. The one he had no choice but to watch over. The one that seemingly didn’t care that they were thrust into hell. The one that defied his all powerful brothers, whether out of bravery or innocence or down right stupidity. The one that calls him silly for wearing sunglasses inside and hums to themselves when they’re really focused and explores the Devildom with curiosity rather than fear and is too friendly for their own good and looks at him with big, bright, beautiful eyes that nobody has ever looked at him with before and tells him they really like hanging out with him and and and…

Everything stops. Everything goes blank. The only thing Mammon can feel is a weight, one that’s made it’s way around his body. It’s comforting and warm and all consuming and it’s…

He opens his eyes he didn’t realize he had screwed shut, only to find you clinging onto his form, arms wrapped around him. Your face tilts upwards from where it was buried in his chest, your expression painted one of concern.

“Oh god- I mean, oh gosh? I think. Are you okay?”, you question, tone laced with worry. “I have anxiety attacks too sometimes, I know it sucks. Do you need space? Or maybe water? I don’t know how it works for demons but that usually helps me.”

Mammon feels the blush beginning to spread across his face, knowing the position you’re both in looks compromising. He can’t remember the last time he has someone make such a fuss over him, and of course it’d be you, while he’s trying to sort out his feelings no less! You make it extremely hard to think, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely enjoy every second you made contact with his skin.

“N-Nah, ‘m good. I guess it’s…just a lot to explain ‘n all,” he mutters, playing with a loose thread he found on your shirt collar.

“Well, then let’s start from the beginning. The pact, right? We formed it like normal, well… as normal as forming a pact with a demon can be, right?

“Right.”

“And the placement of ours… that doesn’t normally happen right- or at least, it hasn’t happened to you?”

“Right. Hasn’t happened to me before, or any of ‘m brothers. I dun’ even think Solomon’s got one there, and he’s covered in ‘em. It’s….rare.”

“Rare? How’s it rare?”

“Well…cause it means somethin’. Somethin’…. important.”

He continues pulling at the loose thread, looking anywhere but you, his face a brilliant shade of red.

“All pacts represent a bond right?”

“Yea.”

“A shared bond? Between the former and formee.”

“Yea.”

“And so a bond formed over my heart means something…else?”

“GAH! DO I HAV’TA SPELL IT OUT FOR YA DUMMY!”

Mammon jumps up from his seat and out of your arms before shoving his hands in his pockets, turning his back towards you. He brings a shaky hand up to wipe his face.

“Tch. Can’t believe ‘m sayin this out loud”, he mutters under his breath, before turning around.

“Human, I…I like ya! Okay! There, I said it, ya happy dammit?!”

It was now your turn to blush furiously, watching as he brings his shoulders up and winces, almost like he’s waiting for something bad to happen, almost like he’s bracing for the worst.

“You…like me?”, you ask, shocked at the bluntness of his confession.

“Don’t make me repeat myself!”

You sit dumbfounded, letting the feeling of his feelings wash over you. He watched the gears turn in your head and thinks that if you think any harder, your brain is going to explode. Ya know, fragile human stuff ‘n all.

“But…Mammon, you said you didn’t like me being around you. You said that it was an inconvenience to be near me. You even said the pact mark was a blemish.”

Mammon freezes. Fuck. For once, the outspoken second born doesn’t have a response. He stares at you, eyes wide and wild, a deer caught in the headlights.

“So, you throw insults at me, tell me to leave you alone, and now you tell me you like me?”

“I-”

“Mammon, what am I supposed to do with that? You constantly treat me like an annoyance, you threatened me my first week here, hell, you just decided it was fine if I was seen with you outside of R.A.D., and now all of a sudden you like me?”

“MC-”

“I…I don’t know what to say, Mammon. Honestly, I don’t know…what you want from me here.”

His fists ball in his pockets as he starts to tremble a little. He bites his lip and turn his head, not wanting to face you for this next part. Even if you denied it due to the hurt he caused, he knew the undeniable truth; It sat right across your chest.

“Ya don’t gotta say anythin’. I already know how ya feel about me.”

“Mammon-”

“No, I do. Ya don’t have to say it. An’ I’m sorry for bein’ a jerk, alright. I just…I can’t…I’ve been…I mean…It’s cuz’…tch!”

He turns again to compose himself. You almost expect him to leave, to run towards the door and walk out, sulking by himself. You can’t say you’d blame him, you’d probably find yourself doing the same if someone responded to you the way you had just to him. Sure, you liked the second born, but he made it so hard with the way he flip flopped his feelings towards you. You don’t have long to mourn the budding friendship you were having with the avatar of greed before he makes his next move.

He shakes his head and turns back to you, his trademark cocky smirk reappearing across his face. There’s an expression in his eyes you can’t quite place, and he steps forward, crouching down to your eye level. There’s a new determination to his swagger, one that makes your heart beat speed up and your body run hot.

“MC, I know how ya feel about me, ‘cuz pact marks only form there if ya both feel the same way.”

Before you could process the thought, his lips are on yours.

You don’t have time to react, he’s doing that for you. One hand comes up behind the back of your head to fist your hair as he brings you closer to him, deepening the kiss, though he still leaves space for you to push him away, enough where if you truly didn’t want this, you could escape his grasp.

It’s tender, you think, the way he holds you. The way his lips move across yours is a softness you’ve never felt before, and it takes your brain a second to catch up and begin kissing him back. As soon as you do, you feel his lips stretch into a smile. This, a stark contrast from the sides of himself he’s been showing you thus far.

After a minute or so, he pulls away from you. “Ya have no idea how long I’ve been wantin’ to do that.”

“Based on what you’ve told me”, you muse with smile, “It looks like it’s been…hmm…I dunno…about as long as I’ve been here?”

“Shuddup.”

You can’t help but laugh at his childish reaction. No matter if he was insulting you like a kid on the playground or kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, he was still Mammon.

“So what does the pact mark on the heart mean in scientific terms?”

“Scien-what?”, He gawks, clearly stumped at your question. You stifle another giggle.

“I mean, if I asked what it meant to a teacher or, say, Solomon, what would he say it meant?”

Mammon sighs at the question. You really were gonna make him repeat himself, huh. “It means that I like ya and ya like me, okay?”

You seem kind of bummed at this answer. “Aww, is that it?”, you question.

“Whadda mean is that if? Whadda ya want, it to mean we’re soulmates or somethin’?”

“Does it?”

“…”

“Mammon?”

“…”

“WAIT! MAMMON! DOES IT?”, you wildly smile, eyes bright in shock.

“S-Some old folktales may say-”

“I’M ASKING SOLOMON!”, you declare, jumping out of his arms and speeding towards the door

“Oi! No ya don’t ya little nightmare!”, he screams running after you.

He’d let you win this race, of course he would. And the one after that. And the one after that.

Besides,

He had the rest of your life to catch ya whenever he wanted.

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Author’s Note: Holy shit. Guys. GUYS. LOOK AT THAT MF TAGLIST. IM SO HAPPY SO MANY OF YOU ENJOY MY WRITING THAT MUCH 😭😭😭.

Thank you all so much for your support on this series! I’d love to try to do all the brothers next, or keep expanding on this one via MC’s and Mammon’s relationship as MC continues making pacts with the others. Not sure which I’ll go with! Any suggestions? Would we rather it continue being MC x Mammom as MC bonds with the other brothers, or every brother having their own romance line? Anyway, let me know what you think. Love ya lovelies <3

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[me-uglypretty]

they have not chosen me

Pairing:  Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: In her rage of not being chosen, Natasha expresses herself to the one person she will always choose.

Warning: (18+), AU, smut, fingering, cunninglingus | 2k words

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“They have not chosen me!”

Her voice challenges them; fools absently picking at their lofty hats, forfeiting their attention from the growls of her exhausted heart. She was perceived as the brute of their conversations, those verses of her were spoken among elite parties, a name that rolls from their filthy tongue into the humid air, the kind of fury that glaze their dull eyes at the sight of her—a woman united with courage, brilliance, passion, and youth—the very form of life which they spite. She was the lone force that charred their miserable existence.

Natasha Romanoff.

The name that wends a faint sound in your throat, orbiting your pulsing heart so persistently, instigating your whole self into a tangled mess, and clumsily falling at your feet. Thus, your body stumbles with the circular bamboo woven basket that was once held firmly in your jaded hands, and those freshly harvested vegetables faced the same devastation at their unforeseen fall.

A known voice, charming and teasing, induces through your moment of embarrassed and dread. “Another mishap?”

The apprehensive guise remained on your face as you hastily gather the fallen vegetables without bothering to clean the additional dirt of mud and stones that stuck. It was that, or you would face far worse, perhaps, the taunting voices of those around and being the component in their immoral act of thieving in daylight for self-amusement at other’s suffering.

Unbeknownst to your muddled state, Natasha had perceived your stumble which had occurred mere seconds after her brash speech. At the sight of your hunched posture, she was simply lured towards you. Her lavish shoes stumps brashly on the ground, emphasising on self-confident that fear itself cowers.

“You’re a clumsy one, uh?” Natasha teasingly jabbed, concluding her question with a chuckle.

In other circumstances—unlike one that would undoubtedly rouse a crowd or worse, a conflict between the status that laid across people of this dreadful town—you would have glared into round eyes gleaming in arrogance while yours flash with irritation. Your tongue would have spat bitterly at her mockery and still, you would perceive the same arrogance smile on her face as you continued expressing your irritation. However, such pleasure was expressed in the confined space of your mind and silence had, will always remain the safer decision than uttering insolent words in front of their prying eyes.

“Awfully quite too.”

And you, still situated in such a helpless state, surrounded by those fools coexisting with her, could only muster a sluggish nod.

“I will walk you back home,” she spoke, before swiftly grasping the handle of your bamboo basket and carrying that broad article as though, it was hers to own. “Follow me, clumsy.”

You disregarded the sound of disapproval that burns at the tip of your tongue and the apparent disrespect at her audacious act. Instead, you had silently trailed behind her, each step seemingly pretentious for those prying eyes, till the village fade at the path that revealed natures’ heavenly greenery.

Trees stood tall, wide, and leafy. Mosses spread the ground and trunk of said trees. Little vegetation grew unreservedly from ruthless civilisation. The scenery was all that appealed relaxed breaths from your lungs.

Your curious eyes shift from flourishing nature as your attention redicts to the vegetables bouncing carelessly in a basket that was meant for your hands to hold. Her fervent steps were to blame. The expression on her face bore a look of bravery and yet, drawing creases on her forehead as her eyebrows furrowed and eyes that gleam so mercifully with nature, shone sadly of anguish. And your eyes, round and wide, curious as they are, remained crucially on her face.

Natasha noticed your attention on her and hums a saddening song that gust into the humid air. “They have not chosen me,” she repeated those words, a verse that exudes despair from her voice. Natasha tilts her head to meet your attentive gaze. “But I have chosen them,” she announced with finality.

And you would continue to wonder for days to come, why had they not chosen her?

“I have chosen them.”

Your mouth remained shut while hers lingers with empty openings of questions, shuffling between brief meeting of eyes that descents lower and lower, then the corner of her lips curls while yours was pressed in a thin line. You had mused the thought and accepted a conclusion of her, of such disapproval for someone like her.

Natasha was unlike them. She must be, she is perhaps the best among them. Excellent in those expectations established on women, considerable of other’s emotions, outwardly brave as she walks and talks, and she so courageously questions the law bestowed upon them. Natasha, as her own, a unique kind of person, completely self-aware, ignorance ceased to exist by her, and yet—

“I have chosen them.”

For once, those words that slips from her mouth sounded like a confession that fell melodiously by your ears. Warmth embraces your cheeks as her sly eyes lingers on your face, basking the slight alterations to your expression. The bamboo basket was left abandoned on the ground as her hands extends further to seam the gap placed between two. The excruciating cold, the painful longing, and so deprived of affection as her hands presses on your cheeks and you contemplate of them.

“I have chosen them,” Natasha whispered, huff of warm breath touched your pursed lips, and her thumb parted your mouth wide open for her. “I have chosen them,” she confessed gently, her eyes shimmers in the reflection of nature’s hues as she passionately gazes into your round eyes, certainly wide and eager for her. “I have chosen you.”

Her declaration conveys with her action as she pushed your backward, pressing your back directly against the rough surface of a tree which leaves crowns above, sheltering two bodies from the scorching sun. It felt as though, time halted for the mere seconds where her hand grasps your jaw while the other rested on your upper chest to ensure you remained at that same potion. Exactly where she wanted you, where she needed you.

You felt lost, so unaware of those increasing thoughts wandering in her mind at such momentum. But you felt the upsurge heat that spread your face, neck, chest, and only worse when her face inches closer to yours, just readily wanting to collide with you.

Then, you counted the moments in between. First, the gust of cold wind that made your shiver, the second that chimes in birds merrily chirping at daylight, the third appeared in sounds of leaves and branches brushing against each other in such symphony—and the pressure that lead after, her lips pressed firmly over yours. A stunned gasp left your mouth, slowly resonating as moans when her hand fell to your waist and confines your body close into her.

Natasha doesn’t spare a moment for your breaths to normalise. Her mouth clashes with yours, swallowing each sound that left your throat, kissing you so familiarly, sucking your tongue as your lips parted effortlessly for more of her. Kisses pressed so keenly on your lips, leading to your chin, and an excruciating moment after where your hand guided her mouth back over yours. The need to feel her, to taste her, for tongues to meet and dance together, you craved for that more than life itself.

There, beneath the broad tree, an unspoken promise was whispered in peckish moans. Her hands briskly tampering with the laces that held your dress, wisps of breath left your mouth at the warmth that spread the width of your body from her heavenly presence. The kind of satisfying hum resonates in your throat the moment her hand slips beneath hefty fabric.

“I choose you,” Natasha murmured, her fingers courageously stroke your bundle of nerves. A hint of something ardent sparks from within by the next words that followed. “I choose you,” her mouth delays by your gaping mouth. Those words carried merrily through your throat, and announcing its arrival at each intense thump of your heart.

It was wet, sloppy, so shamefully disordered when she explores the spaces between your thighs, and you felt the pulsating that rouse in your cunt for her; someone known and unknown, the pure melody of forbidden pursuit on respected grounds, of pleading for her at sinful hours while her round rosy lips shone with a victory grin at your hopeless whine for more of her than the measured touch of her fingers.

“Please,” you had pleaded at that hour, the same sound that was forced from your mouth when she was relentless with her teasing. Your hands were pressed on her shoulders, nails digging into the pads of her dress. “Please,” you whined, thrusting your body forward into hers, and shamelessly continuing the sounds of your voice begging for her to devour you as the chosen one she swore upon.

In her usual manner of complete brashness, where one hand was positioned familiarly over your chest, Natasha gropes the curve of your breast and incited a lurid moan from you. It takes another loud whine for her hand to trail a path that led to your neck, before firmly grasping the base of your neck in her warm hand. It was a warning to silent yourself, or to speak for what you needed, or something—absolutely anything.

At the midst of her firm grasp, you felt her fingers slide into your folds, her leisure ministrations made your inside swarm with a need for more. A beast stirred awake by sinful urges, that your body thrust more into her, grinding unashamedly against her fingers and your eyes shut closed at the hurried pleasure that flood your senses.

“So greedy,” Natasha mocked, her thumb circles your clit. “I can feel you around my finger,” she husked, her voice that sounded so heroic seemed to alter into a tone that only you were fortunate to know.

By her voice, her heavenly honied voice, you felt yourself clenched around her fingers. Something that was so foreign to you was made known by her, such warmth, such corruption to your hopeless mind that you wished for more. She, Natasha, everything you desired to survive.

“Natasha,” her name falls from your mouth as desperate pleads.

It was fascinating to her by the way her eyebrows furrowed at your sounds, closely listening to each whine that drew from your throat and your mouth huffing pleads at her ministration. Natasha listened, applying more pressure as her mouth pressed harshly on yours, and your breathless state was disregard as she continued kissing you like air was granted by that sole action.

“Nat, I feel— don’t stop, please,” your hand found hers between the fumbles of body chasing a common hunger. As if, her touch was the saving grace for your corruption. It wasn’t wrong, it could never be assumed as that, not when she was there with you.

But she stopped.

A whine erupts angrily from your mouth, conveying the ache that was replaced from the pleasure felt. At such state, your mind remained absent, only chasing after the hunger, and your hand hauled hers back. Natasha denied the clash for your pleasure and recoils your touch from her hand. Laugher fills her chest while your heart thumps with anticipation.

The hand that was once situated between your thighs, were closing into your face. Her fingers glistens when the sunlight shines through, the same fingers tracing your lips intently while you admire her. Cheekbones tinge of crimson, perhaps, the weather was chilly or the aftermath of her mouth over yours. Her eyes were bright, orbs of such that stares straight into your soul, and grasping the little parts of you as her own.

Natasha eyes remains on your face as she takes a step backwards and slowly bends her knees. An act known to those who had touched her feet while she stared at them as nothing, but common fools pleading for her forgiveness after their thoughtless act. However, you were different, she had never positioned herself in such manner and yet, your gaze lowered with her and eyes gleaming with such care for her.

Her knees prods into the muddy ground, feeling indifferent for the dirty that would swear to ruin her dress. Keen hands grasp for your dress as you stood there, she fumbles with the heavy material as soft grumbles left her mouth, before she hastily pushed the bothersome away from her path. At that hour, Natasha acted as though, she had known from the beginning of what she desired, determination blazing proudly in her round eyes that shimmer vividly in hues of forest green and blue of the sky above.

Those eyes soften for mere seconds, a silent question lingers in the air to which you answered with an assured nod. The smile that graces after was gentle enough that curses which swirls in your mind ceased to exist. Natasha, so arrogant at first, so her, so someone only you know beneath the persona that left them trembling.

Natasha’s head pushes beneath your dress, disappearing from your sight, you lose her somewhere, till you felt the hot air that blew at your heat, and the warmth wetness that touch you. A loud groan left her throat by the moans that fell from your mouth. Her tongue pressed over your cunt, dragging her wetness to your clint as she circles the swollen nub with such urgence, and felt the combination of slick.

Her tongue was there, your cunt was already wet from her previous ministration, and her tongue thrust into your wanting hole. The abrupt shove of her tongue made your mouth whine of pleasure and hand searching for where her head was situated, to find those strands of red standing in contrast to your grey tinge dress. Your fingers tangle in her hair to feel more, to push her into your pulsating core.

It’s so wrong, you heard yourself whisper into the cloud of lust in your mind, and it’s so right, you countered back. It’s perfect to feel the edges of her tongue, her fingers, the clever ways she incites cries from your mouth at the warmth that spread your stomach to your chest. Natasha has always been relentless. She vowed to have you begging, tears spilling from your eyes at the sheer pleasure that rouse from her touch.

At the high of your orgasm, she pressed a lingering kiss on your mound, another on your stomach that rouse at each harsh intake of breath, and slowly leading a path of kisses to your thighs.

Natasha pushes herself back, steading herself by resting her hands on your waist as she stood. You see her this way; eyes blown of lustful urges, lips swollen of moments before that left your mouth wide open, her untidy hair with red strands sticking to her forehead as her skin glistens with sweat, and the slick that coated her lips to her chin—of your release, of a promised pleasure, of prove she had committed the sin you craved.

Her tongue darts across her lips, her fingers grip your waist fervently. Those eyes stares into yours, seemingly looking at you like you were everything to her. Like she had not cried because of them, expressing such regret and anger of their act. It was like, she knew of what she wanted from the start of day to the end of night.

“I have chosen them,” Natasha whispered, and your hands shakily reach for her face. “I have always chosen you,” she expressed before your mouth pressed furiously over hers.

The taste of you that lingered for hours and days to come, the taste of her that flames in anger and so vivid of life, just you and her—something that they will never understand.

Natasha had dared from the start, grasping your hand to urge for your body to follow her, the promise that settled the ache in your chest, and that of her hand slipping between your thighs. You know that dishonour and sins were shared from the first moment her eyes met yours, when your mouth plead for her touch and she cried when your hand met her warmth. It was love, it was all that they had not chosen, but of what you and her had chosen.

She had chosen you, and you would always choose her.

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[rustingcat]

"Mmm," Lena moaned, closing her eyes to enjoy the buttery creamy taste filling her taste buds with joy and delight. "This is amazing, Kara!"

"Thank you." Kara smiled proudly. She insisted on making Lena a special home cooked meal after Lena mentioned not eating one in ages. Saying that she deserves to be taken care of for once, and receive a meal specially made for her.

So after a long day at work, Kara surprised her with an invitation to her house and a special pasta dinner. She arrived to see the apartment lights dimmed and the well prepared table with two lit candles that made her heart hammer in her chest.

"You deserve it Lena." She added. "You've been working so hard lately, so really, anytime you want to be spoiled a bit just let me know, and I'll be more than happy to provide." Kara finished with a genuine smile. Lena really couldn't help but melt a little looking at that smile.

"You can't just say stuff like that, Kara. A girl might get used to it." She said with a sly smile. She kept her teasing light and casual, but felt a light blush creeping up her neck.

"Good, then do. You deserve to be happy Lena."

Lena tried to suppress the overflowing warm feeling in her chest. A task that had become a hundred times harder with Kara's choice of words and beautiful smile. She decided to just take another bite.

"Mmm." God it was so good. "Seriously Kara this is probably the best pasta I ever ate in my life. Will you marry me?" She joked as she took another bite full of Kara’s fantastic creamy shrimp pasta. She really couldn't remember the last time she enjoyed pasta this much, any dish really. Kara somehow made exactly what she needed.

Lena opened her eyes to find Kara staring at her with pure shock and a light blush. She wasn't sure how long Kara was staring. Lena was about to note it was a joke when–

"Yes." Kara breathed out. She heard no trace of cynicism in her voice.

Lena swallowed hard. Afraid she might reveal her hand if she said anything. It was her fault really, her and her stupid uncontrollable feelings.

"It was–" she started, standing up in the hopes to shake away the sudden anxiety that settled within her. Her half smile she forced faltered the moment she met Kara's gaze, losing any ability to deny her meaning. "Do you–" she stopped, leaning back on the kitchen island to ground herself. "Do you want to…?" She couldn't finish that sentence.

Kara nodded a few times as she slowly rose up from her chair, stepping closer to Lena. "Yes." She finally said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Lena's heart skyrocketed, hammering so fast in her chest she feared she might explode.

"Do you want to marry me?" Kara asked carefully, moving just outside of Lena's space.

Lena nodded, incapable of speech. Absolutely mesmerised by the sheer sincerity in Kara’s eyes.

Kara stepped forward, placing a hand on Lena's hips, her eyes asking for permission. Lena prayed to every god in existence that it was real, that despite everything that had happened in her life, Kara Danvers really just agreed to marry her. To actually marry her.

With a spark of bravery, or perhaps the fear that it was her only chance before the moment disappeared forever, Lena cupped Kara's face as she drew their lips together. She felt the burning rock of anxiety and fear within her slowly dwindle the more Kara kissed her back. Waves of cool relief washed away any last remaining of it in her mind, leaving her with only Kara and her gentle kisses.

They pulled away to finally breathe, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Their new fiancee's eyes?

"Is this real? Are we really doing this?" Lena asked in disbelief. She really hoped with all her heart it wasn't a dream or some kind of hyper realistic day dream she conjured in her mind. Even though it was the more plausible explanation at this point.

"If you want to?" Kara bit her lips, a hopeful smile playing on her lips.

"Yes." Lena finally felt brave enough to say.

Kara's smile grew wider than she thought was possible, before she dived in to steal another kiss.

"I can't believe it actually worked." Kara giggled with relief.

"I know, it– Wait what do you mean worked? What worked?" Lena studied her with suspicion. Where they not…?

"The pasta!" Kara said as if it was sufficient explanation.

"What?" If she was talking about the dish's quality, it was fairly well established by that point.

"I…" she averted her gaze to the floor as her cheeks flushed pink. "I saw this video on Facebook about – umm, about Propose To Me Pasta."

"Propose to me pasta? As in–?"

"Pasta that is so good that the person you're making it to would propose to you." Kara explained quickly. Averting her gaze as if she was a student caught cheating on a test. "Not that I thought it would work, or like, tried to manipulate you or anything. I just kind of… hoped? Or I don't know... " She trailed off.

Lena stared at her for a moment. Despite the ridiculousness of it all, she believed her. She believed Kara found this ridiculous video and had this ridiculous idea set in her mind that led to this not less ridiculous conclusion. An utterly ridiculous ludicrous plan that somehow worked.

"Oh my god, I'm marrying an idiot." Lena looked at her with disbelief.

"No take backs." Kara finally met her gaze. Her lips quivering in an attempt to hold back her giant grin.

And Lena couldn't help it anymore, she laughed. She laughed with shock, she laughed with relief, she laughed with joy, she laughed with love and she just laughed. She couldn't stop, and having Kara join her only made her laugh harder.

Holding her side, Lena finally managed to catch her breath. Although it took her a few more minutes to stop giggling every time she met Kara's eyes.

Lena kissed Kara again. Because she wanted to, because she wanted to let her know she still wanted to marry her, and because she simply could.

"I love you." Lena said as they parted, their foreheads touching. Both content and secured in each other’s space.

"I love you too." Kara smiled back.

"Will you marry me?" Lena asked, biting her bottom lip.

"You already asked." Kara said with a teasing grin.

"It was a shitty proposal." Lena rolled her eyes.

"Well, that's the one you got. I already accepted, so no redos." Kara shrugged.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"No I don't."

Lena felt her whole body tingled in warmth and excitement. Her body went through so many intense emotions in a very quick succession, that it was no surprise she was exhausted. Yet, simply existing in Kara’s orbit filled her with so much love, she felt her body re-energised with purified life force.

"What now?" Kara asked.

"Now," Lena smiled before pulling back from their little bubble, grasping Kara's hand as she led her back to the table. "We finish eating this amazing Propose To Me Pasta, then we're gonna wash the plates, then we're gonna prepare for bed and then – if you'd like – I can show you just how much I love you." Lena finished with a sly grin.

Kara swallowed hard before she spoke. "You better finish your pasta quickly before it gets too cold." She said plainly, although Lena could hear the anticipation in her voice.

"Don't rush a girl while she's eating her proposal pasta." Lena was delighted to find the pasta just as delicious as before. She might have to ask Kara to marry her a third time tonight. Who knows? The night was still young.

To send Kudos and get the pasta recipe, visit me on AO3 ;)

#magic pasta ficlet #this idea just ate my brain #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fic #my art #my fic

[cowboylikeekatie]

my fav theory that i realized in like 6th grade omg!!

i think people don’t realize that the horror in IT lies not in the clown but in the trauma these kids face? more specifically with henry bowers but also the home life trauma like eddie and bev? the clown becomes their worst fear and as real as it is i still view the clown as a metaphor for the pain and suffering and how it haunts them. pennywise has to exist because he forces the children to face their fears.

in the end of IT chapter 2 everyone has overcome the things that haunt them the most. richie’s in acceptance of his sexuality, ben isn’t alone, beverly escaped her father, bill knows it’s not his fault, mike can get away from the town. everyone except eddie and stan.

the fact that eddie and stan are dead is so vitally important to the plot. you either have to die or face and overcome your fears and despite eddie’s bravery he could never get away from myra and sonia. stan couldn’t accept IT.

pennywise exists in both a literal and metaphorical sense but i think when u think about it more it makes more sense. they only had to call pennywise dumb and stupid to kill him off.

they scared pennywise and made him face what truly scared him, and it killed him.

the horror is in the world around them, not in themselves. the things that scare them the most are targeted in a supernatural sense because IT is a psychological horror, pennywise doesn’t go after the kids just to eat them. he feeds off of their FEAR. he targets the scary things in their lives which makes us learn more about the characters in a skillful way (i know psychological horror isn’t in the actual genre and stuff but i firmly believe IT is more about his effects on the children rather than defeating him)

IT is a film of friendship and belonging and it’s also a horror film. in my opinion, IT will never truly have a perfect adaption because no adaptation can be long enough to show what every character goes through. the original script for IT(1990) was over 10 hours. they couldn’t fit the production costs so it was cut.

i think that in conclusion IT is psychological but also supernatural and that can coexist when you view the supernatural aspects of the movie as a metaphor for something deeper within the characters

#it 2019 #it 2017 #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #it 1990 #richie tozier #stephen king #losers club #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #stan uris #it 1986 #analysis #theory

[astrolovecosmos]

Saturn's Shadows

Saturn is associated with "the shadow", things that are unacceptable or unknown. One form of maturity the planet stands for is accepting, recognizing, or transforming "the shadow". "By accepting the despised qualities of the shadow, the soul becomes whole, free from fear and self-condemnation." - Judy Hall. Saturn in Aries: Impulsiveness, anger, competitiveness, and ego are all buzzwords that can be used to describe Saturn in Aries's "shadow" side. But there is a lot to look at in terms of empowerment and loss of power. Please remember Saturn in Aries may not always mean the individual has a bad temper, but that they may be greatly shaped by anger from others. Saturn in Aries can struggle with the sharpest sides of impulsiveness and foolhardiness. There can also be a great fear of acting with decisiveness, confidence, and action. They may have a complex relationship with their hotter, passionate side. Maybe they believe a temper and confidence are the only ways to assert ones self and yet at the same time finds great shame when they do show anger, passion, enthusiasm, or bravery. Independence and separation may be a great shadow for this placement too. There can be unhealthy self-reliance and detachment or a reckless person who tends to burn and self-sabotage relationships. From ideas of separation, individuality, and independence is also someone who can grow to be very selfish OR may need to grow more towards self-focus. Accepting their flaws and introspection in general will be a great challenge but is necessary for freedom and personal power for this placement. Their shadow is a burning one and there is more than just taming or dousing it to address their unaccepted side.

Saturn in Taurus: Control and possessiveness are murky parts of this placement. The unaccepted or doubtful side of themselves may involve stubbornness and a fear of losing control or the unknown. Saturn in Taurus is associated with finding inner security as part of their growth. It may be this placement strives for security through control or learned from others control is how you find safety and reliability. It may not be a matter of control but of stagnation, caution, and a closed mind that this placement struggles with. Patience, peace, and determination may all be areas this Saturn has a complicated relationship with. These individuals may feel like the traits above are not valued or respected, or they may view these as traits out of reach somehow. Saturn in Taurus grows through steadiness, tenacity, and learning when to wait and when to steamroll. The real and practical world plays a big role in their maturity, growth, and also parts of themselves they hide or label as negative/dark. This could mean they fall victim too easily to society's standards or maybe they face many challenges with money, possessions, and property. They may face issues around jealousy, vanity, greed, and materialism as well. I would also believe all forms of security are a matter of importance from emotional to physical. There is a desire to be strong, sturdy, and content, comforted, or safe for this placement and from this comes parts of themselves they don't like, accept, or understand.

Saturn in Gemini: A struggle to communicate and express is a common interpretation of Saturn in Gemini's shadow. Insecurities around learning, knowledge, and education may exist too. Saturn in Gemini may lean into or be frequently exposed to things like gossip, mockery, vilifying, trickery, and harmful persuasion or charm. Saturn is an outer planet that rules over a group of people rather than a personal placement. Within this group intelligence may be deeply respected or criticized. The sharing of ideas is something that makes members of this group distinct in some way. Depending on the individual's placement and aspects to Saturn they may overcome fears of communication with scattered energy, shallowness, and social competitiveness or hostility. While others may deal with their shadow through restriction, awkwardness, and detachment. Valuing one's mind, deep side, and following curiosity is important. Connection and learning are desires for this Saturn and a place they may always find themselves growing and transforming in. One important thing is to never let their voice and thoughts be hindered by outside forces.

Saturn in Cancer: A refusal to move on is a shadowy side for this placement. Saturn in Cancer is known to stay tethered to the past, making moody or heated decisions based on past hurts. They may find themselves feeling haunted or that insecurities commonly drag them into old behaviors. They may have an intense relationship to things like nurturing, protection, affection, depth, understanding, and caring - maybe a desire for it, lack of it, or unhealthy attachment to those ideals/traits. Getting in touch with one's emotions, insecurities, fears, and intuition is important for them. Attitudes towards family, parents, mothers, or the most emotionally influential parent can be questioned, restricted, or overwhelmed for this group. Embracing motherhood, parenthood, family responsibility, family karma, or lineage may be a shadow these people have to dance with. Saturn in Cancer may gain great insight throughout their life and find a lot of meaning and attachment. But they may also be overprotective, rigid, possessive, easily jealous, and possibly manipulative. They can be security-driven and find challenges similar to Taurus that revolve around safety and endurance. Compassion, adaptability, and introspection or self-mastery are virtues for this Saturn placement.

Saturn in Leo: Challenges and shame revolve around confidence, empowerment, creativity, vitality, and individuality. The ego is most likely inflated or deflated, far from a healthy balance. These individuals may be prone to being bossy or authoritative, stubborn, selfish, and heated. There may be a lot of power plays and struggles with this group's relationships and dynamics among each other. There can be unfairness, suppression, and a restriction towards pleasure, generosity, warmth, creation, pride, and bravery. These people have to be fighters in some sense in their life. There is an admiration or hatred towards power, royalty, entitlement, and divinity. The conflicts this group faces together swing from being hyper individualistic to collective. Saturn in Leo may find that they frequently become the victims of being used and exploited. In turn their shadowy side may involve this tendency to use others. Naivety, generosity, optimism and misuse of power, control, and selfishness are major themes here. Developing pride, individuality, and self-love is vital for growth or understanding the shadow.

Saturn in Virgo: This placement has an unexpected shadow that hides passion, obsession, harshness, judgment, and self-righteousness. Corruption and tarnishing have connections to Virgo and may be seen in the planet that rules over the inner shadow. Here Saturn has an unhealthy practice of self-discipline, disconnection, and devotion. They may be overly prude, frugal, practical, or emotionally restrained. There can be a lot of worry and nervous energy for these individuals. Acceptance is a crucial desire for this placement, along with finding freedom that does not threaten calmness and stability. Fear of failure, losing, or not being perfect are great insecurities for this placement. Hardworking, intelligence, and skill are all highly valued by this group or are areas that are frequently discussed and focused on. Embracing and appreciating the need for their sterner traits like efficiency, pragmatism, and dependability combined with appreciating their messier side is important. Seeing things in black and white vs. grey is a conflict this group may face among each other. Humility may also be a hot subject for these people- what level is healthy or acceptable? Is it useful, needed, or suffocating? Education, establishing common sense, teamwork, and promoting care and support are helpful to this group understanding each other and themselves better.

Saturn in Libra: The dark side of Saturn in Libra tends to involve selfishness, isolation or detachment, and judgment. Logic and objectivity are considered strengths for this placement, but its shadow can live in pettiness, jealousy, vengeful feelings, be deceitful, and have a coldness. Persuasion, art, beauty, connection, and giving may all be areas of healing and importance for this group, but opinions, gossip, betrayals, shallowness, competition, vanity, and unfairness may plague them. Romantic relationships may take the stage during this time period and among this group. The importance of romance can be exaggerated or the opposite - neglected. Questions about relationships and dynamics are asked and evaluated. The darker side of Saturn here can be argumentative, opinionated, lack reassurance, and may fall into too much hesitance and indecision. Saturn is exalted in Libra, but even with that ease and potency, Saturn here finds themselves struggling with fears of loneliness, conflict, intimacy, pressure and regret or dissatisfaction. Saturn in Libra is known for lessons revolving around self-love, independence, relating to others, fairness and unfairness, and behaving more tactfully, polite, understanding, and patient. But to find use and value from these lessons, to face the shadow involves facing their ugly side, imperfection, depth, blunt honesty, and aspects of life that may lack respect, equality, and harmony.

Saturn in Scorpio: This Saturn's "shadow" is dark and spooky, filled with secrets, spite, jealousy, possessiveness, resentment, manipulation, and self-destructive. However Saturn is about restriction and limitation and here emotional expression, passion, and intensity are likely suppressed. Saturn in Scorpio was likely taught at a young age to try to control their emotions or learn that being sensitive and vulnerable are dangerous - weak. Self-mastery is associated with the sign Scorpio and that is an important lesson for this Saturn. Self-mastery for Saturn in Scorpio is not necessarily trying to push emotions to the side, ignore them, or bury them. Self-mastery comes from introspection, healing, understanding, acceptance, and allowing emotions to flow in a healthy way. These people may come off as highly reserved, private, secretive, or maybe even cool-headed and logical, they hide their true selves and feelings fervently. Learning forgiveness and adaptability are common "lessons" for Saturn in Scorpio. In their shadow are extreme emotions but also a sense of unchanging or stagnation. This placement might not easily recognize or accept their more stubborn, hard-headed side. Getting in touch with one's intuition or even ideas around inner magic are important. Scorpio is a sign of empowerment and Saturn will put these people through all the hoops and rings of fires to obtain that power. Emotional intelligence and maturity, responsible authority or confidence, embracing passion, and healing wounds of betrayal or abandonment are areas that address this shadow.

Saturn in Sagittarius: Here Saturn faces struggles of dishonesty, controlling belief systems, a lack of confidence, selfishness, rebellion, and shallowness or scatteredness. These individuals may have felt trapped by a belief system in their life somehow. They may be the ones to question a system OR zealously fight for it. This Saturn gets carried away with impulsiveness, last minute decisions and promises, newness, and ideas. Saturn's restriction dulls and starves the Sagittarian flame that seeks truth, knowledge, openness, and depth. Ignorance may be a big shadow for these people and education/knowledge is the path out of that darkness. Learning to accept and admit ignorance is important here along with a desire for change and information. Saturn in Sagittarius has a great desire to be liked by others and to also like themselves. A possible oppression of their own self-belief can cause inner spite or confusion. Saturn in Sagittarius may put on a show for others, dazzles to impress others and then burns out the relationships or influence quickly. Saturn in Sagittarius may find challenges but also empowerment through roles of the teacher, student, showman, stranger, or philosopher. Personal truth and freedom are focuses when it comes to dealing with their inner demons.

Saturn in Capricorn: A narrow-mind, control, rigidness, coldness, and sternness are part of this shadow. Here Saturn craves validation or purpose. Saturn in Capricorn typically falls in line with their society's values and traditions. Saturn is expressed clearly in Capricorn and this is a group of people who may feel intensely controlled, trapped, restrained. Passions, affection, sensitivity, desires, warmth, and self can all be buried or chained. Maturity comes to these people with responsibility and hard work. Conformity may in itself be vital to their growth, but Saturn will cause pressure or challenges, and this may mean Saturn in Capricorn can have some of the loudest, most obvious, or most surprising revelations and rebellions. It may be that there is a need to balance and accept the nature of conformity vs. rebellion, understand the need for both. Capricorn is associated with pessimism, realism, cynicism, depression, melancholy. This placement may surprisingly address questions and issues surrounding mental health or may find that those with this sign greatly struggle with mental health. Saturn in Capricorn may struggle with greed, materialism, over work, burnout, and harmful priorities. Saturn in Capricorn's work is cut out for them. They should approach changes with caution but there is a great need to get in touch with their emotional and spiritual self. Emotional expression is key to embracing the shadow.

Saturn in Aquarius: Here Saturn becomes an eccentric, chaotic, intellectually focused teacher that promotes independence, individuality, and self-respect. But even with forward-thinking, idealistic, humanitarian Aquarius does this placement have frightening shadows. Saturn in Aquarius's shadow involves fear of rejection and loneliness yet a possible desire for separation, detachment, maybe even isolation. Saturn in Capricorn addresses conformity while Saturn in Aquarius addresses nonconformity, rebellion, and standing out. This group will value what makes each person unique, they value going against the norm. But there are struggles with hypocrisy, shallowness, impulsiveness, and general unpredictability. There is a lack of stability and extreme changes or forces for these people and their path to growth. To understand the "shadow" of Aquarius as a sign I want to quote Judy Hall - "With two powerful co-rulers (Saturn & Uranus), Aquarius can have one of two shadows. The Saturnine shadow is cold, rigid, and disapproving, a perfectionist craving control, which it may achieve through anarchy. The second, dominated by Uranus, is unconventional...doing things simply for the sake of being different. Sometimes psychotic, this shadow figure aspires to anarchy and annihilation." Here Saturn may find the most healing, strength, or acceptance through space, unusual boundaries, practicing more rest and flexibility, and addressing conflicts surrounding the individual vs. the group. Saturn in Aquarius reshapes individuality and may reshape maturity. Ideas that seemed strange are more accepted among them. Saturn in Aquarius must accept both inner and outer chaos, find inner stability through cooperation, adaptability, and knowledge.

Saturn in Pisces: Guilt, lack of boundaries, playing the victim, addiction, and fear of not belonging, loneliness, and hard truths may exist here. Pisces is known for escapism, illusions, disillusionment, fantasies, dreams, spirituality, healing, and magic. This is a group that dreams big but may struggle with practicality, logic, reality. Saturn in Pisces shadow may run from responsibilities, maybe accountability, and sometimes from the self or independence. Saturn here can be manipulative, hypersensitive, reactionary, lethargic, and flaky. Saturn in Pisces may frequently be victims to con artists, illusions, false promises, and unrealistic standards. Change during this time and with these people don't happen with cycles, exploding, breaking, or building but comes and goes with fluidity. This is a time where things are not set in stone, there are too many questions and not enough answers, things may seem opposite or confusing, and lines become blurred, or ideas melt together. Misunderstandings, general frustration, instability, and a dynamic between over-sharing vs. secrecy exist in this group's relationships and dynamic with each other. But this placement has great potential for empathy, intuition, emotional and spiritual healing, forgiveness, and generosity. This group may have to address hard questions around union, completion, what it means to be whole, to belong, to be fulfilled. They may learn the extremes of separation and coming together. Saturn in Pisces finds growth, empowerment, and can feel safe or conquering towards their shadow side with self-love, acceptance, healthy boundaries, compassion, and imagination. There is a huge push towards learning to help, care, and empathize without taking on other's pain or shame. Through love and expressing love can they overcome the part of them that doubts their ability to be warm, stable, providing, and nurturing.

#saturn #zodiac #astrology #saturn return #shadow #planet #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #support

[belit0]

Indra being presented with a line up of girls to thoroughly “inspect” and choose from. Then selecting Y/N as the lucky one to bear his child? 👀

I still find myself unable to express the love I have for this man😩❤️‍🩹

(Y/N) stands nervously but with her head held high, unable to stop playing with her coat sleeve between her fingers. Her mother would scold her, tell her she's wrinkling her clothes, but nothing stopped her parents from surrendering her to the treacherous ideas of a man with more wickedness than soul.

On either side of her, two rows of at least 15 women seem to be even more affected, some even sobbing quietly. Everyone knows who Otsutsuki Indra is, no one with any common sense would want to get in his way, but what can you do when you are literally shoved under the shoe of a giant, ready to be crushed by him and unable to run away?

About 35 women undergo a rigorous inspection, and only 1 of them will make it out alive. The procedure has been going on for days, and so far none have survived.

(Y/N) is not overconfident, no, but dying at the hands of the greatest villain in history is better than dying at the hands of her abusive mother, either good fate if it ends her existence. She must only wait, meet the man's gaze, and feel a slight sting as her throat is slit.

She has watched that sequence play out over the past two days, having arrived with one of the last batches of women and observed as at least 100 spilled their blood in the main hall of the Uchiha palace. Indra is ruthless, killing without a second glance on more than one occasion, ruling out possibilities by standards only he is aware of.

There is no way to survive his inspection, so far no one has succeeded.

The girl next to her faints from fear, and a guardsman drags her body to the back wall. (Y/N) doesn't need to turn around to know where that wet, stabbing noise came from, thought that at least the girl died without being awake to experience it.

The place, already almost completely silent in itself, falls into a haunting lack of sound when the infamous Uchiha leader enters the room, followed by two assistants, those who help when inspecting.

The man takes a few minutes to get started, perhaps building momentum or simply enjoying dragging out the agony, but when his eyes finally settle on the first lady, it doesn't take long for him to start dismissing them. Standing in the middle and not daring to look in his direction, she hears that deep voice say "no" constantly, followed by the screams of some girl begging for her life and blood hitting the floor. The cries increase, and it seems to escalate Indra's anger as well, for he himself slits each sobbing woman's throat.

A girl away, (Y/N) feels him pause.

He takes his time with the poor lady, circles around her and moves her hair, looks at her face intently, her body. "What is your name?" He asks without any remarkable emotion in his voice, and (Y/N) thinks the moment of truth has finally arrived. The Otsutsuki chose the recipient of his heirs, and all the rest will be condemned like a cow to the slaughter.

"K... Ku-uro." The girl answers, but it is the last sound heard from her. Her throat is mercilessly reamed by those evil hands, as the poor girl falls dead to the ground.

"Ugly."

(Y/N) feels beads of cold sweat roll down her lower back, having convinced herself that it was all over once and for all. She raises her head again to rectify her lack of fear in front of the man, and when he finally stands in front of her, she looks him in the eye.

Not many people can say they lived to tell the tale after facing those black orbs, but Indra seems to approve of her bravery in not killing her instantly.

The man is tall, intimidatingly large and with a reputation to match his frightening physique, needing to hide behind no one and carrying the weight of his actions on his shoulders, imposing. He glares at her intently but unreadably, and she struggles not to lose, not to let herself be won over.

One hand is raised to her face, and a long finger moves hair from the middle, an overly delicate gesture considering the context. Neither of his two assistants speak, but both take notes. "What is your name?"

"(Y/N)." Her voice does not tremble and she is proud of it. She will die with bravery, honor, power.

"Show me your neck." He demands, doesn't ask, and assesses intently as she moves the fullness of her hair upward, exposing a smooth expanse of skin any man would desire.

"Turn around." Again, (Y/N) follows his intrunctions as if a faithful dog, thinking how ridiculous her last moments of life are. Who can say they played the jester for Indra himself before they died? Not many.

Minutes go on forever, and staring at the wall does not allow her to decipher what is going on in her surroundings. If only someone would speak, if only one of the women who are still alive would make a noise, something....

She thinks she is about to be executed from behind when she feels a hand on her shoulder, and instinctively closes her eyes to prevent at least the final displeasure. Her lungs deflate in a nervous exhalation, finishing releasing what will be the last air in her body, when she senses a mouth too close to her ear.

"Are you scared?" Indra asks as if the answer is not obvious, enjoying the terror he creates in his audience. Every move, every action, is one more brick solidifying the terrible reputation he carries with him, and seems to love how people fear him.

(Y/N) doesn't answer, having seen too many women fall into that trap and lend themselves to a quick execution. The Uchiha leader doesn't like to be spoken to without permission. She tries to stay as still as possible, frozen and filled with a new survival instinct that runs through her veins.

Resignation to die slowly washes away, and she begins to think that maybe she should fight, at least try to slap him before perishing.

The world would remember her differently if she managed to sully the man's untouchable reputation, if a woman managed to hit him even once before being destroyed under his hands. People would have reason to stop fearing him with their lives, see that he is reachable, and perhaps even begin to laugh at him. Once he proclaims his hateful "no", once he rejects her, she will jump on him before any of his guards can kill her.

She is ready to listen, to react quickly, but not to what finally reaches her ears. "I want her." Those words echo against the four walls of the great hall, and suddenly the man's two attendants are holding her by the shoulders and arms, forcing her to walk in the opposite direction from the one he takes.

The girl instantly feels blood spilling onto the floor, those women still waiting to be inspected after her being killed mercilessly but at least quickly, body after body falling limp to the floor and staining everything in their path.

(Y/N) can't decide if she was lucky, or if she would rather be dead.

#indra otsutsuki x reader #otsutsuki indra x reader #indra x reader #otsutsuki indra #indra otsutsuki #indra #uchiha clan #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto x reader

[silenzahra]

Who’s your favourite character and why is it Luigi.

(Only correct answer, too bad so sad.)

Oooohhh I'm glad you asked me this question!!! 😁😁😁 I could totally share a lecture on why Luigi is the best character to ever exist, sooooo... I hope you realize that you've awaken the beast 😂😂😂

I don't like Luigi only because he's cute. He is cute, anyone who looks at him can see that, and I love it indeed, but my love for him goes beyond. He's also a kind and gentle person, always willing to help the others, and he's extremely sweet, especially with his loved ones (his bro, his bestie and his partner/s).

He's very supportive: if you ever need some self-confidence or a little push to encourage you to take the step of doing something, he's definitely gonna be there to show how he believes in you and to cheer on you during the process! 💪

He also has great emotional intelligence. That's something @kelbreyworshipper talked about on this post, and I honestly couldn't agree more. I love how he's always there to listen to his loved ones and offer the emotional support they need when they're feeling down, and this is something that's also seen in the movie. I love that side of him because it shows that emotions are very important for him and that he's never going to invalidate yours.

Also, he's so clumsy and anxious that he's very relatable to me! I'm clumsiness personified, and I've been living with anxiety for way too many years now, so I totally get how he feels. And, not gonna lie, it's kind of a relief to see there's more people out there who's going through the same stuff as me, especially being a very famous and loved character as Luigi. Makes me see that I'm not alone and that I'm not hard to love, and that I deserve to be loved just the way I am, like him 🥰

And also: social anxiety. Yikes, I get that too, as well as Luigi, so, again, another thing that makes him relatable! You see how awkward he gets in this post by @jell-o101? That, actually, is me 😅 And he can be so silly as well, like we saw in the movie. I'll never forget the phone scene with Spike 🤭

He's also very soft, for he gets emotional very easily, and is not ashamed to cry or to show his feelings in any way he can. That, I believe, is one of his biggest strengths, for not everyone is able to show themselves being vulnerable, or sad, or scared, and he has no shame nor regret to do so! I personally believe that's quite admirable!

And, of course, he's also strong in other ways! When he loves, he loves so hard and deeply that he'd do literally anything to keep his beloved ones safe and sound, and also happy and taken care of. Luigi is the kind of man that will be by your side in your lowest moments, but will also make sure to defend and protect you when needed. And it doesn't mean he doesn't believe in you: it means that he loves you so much that the protective instinct simply hits in.

This relates directly with his bravery. Many people to this day keep calling Luigi a coward, and it makes me mad because, like, are we talking about the same character? The one that got into a mansion full of ghosts, his biggest fear, to save his beloved big brother? The one that stood in the way of Bowser's fire with a manhole cover to, again, save his big brother's life? You call this cowardice??? 👇

Honestly, I'd like to see those people getting into a place full of the thing they fear the most, or facing fire after they've been about to die in a lava pit. If this isn't bravery in its pure form, I don't know what is 🤷‍♀️

So yeah, Luigi is just as brave as Mario! He simply has a different way to deal with dangerous or stressful situations, but you can bet that, if his brother's life is in danger, he's gonna be the very first one to run to his aid. And the same applies to Peach, Daisy and basically anyone, since, as I said, he's always there to help anyone who needs it.

And I know the Paper Mario series is a spin off, but if I may add, I also LOVE how extremely sassy Paper Luigi can be! 😁 And also very brave, like in other games, and soooo supportive of his big brother!

That's also something that I love about him. Everything I've said about him always wanting to help, and to make sure that the ones he loves are fine, and playing the emotional support role? I especially MELT when this is applied to Mario. We all know the deep and pure bond these brothers share, and while Mario's way of showing his love for his little sibling is mostly protecting him (among other things), Luigi's way of doing so is mostly being by his brother's side, believing in him, supporting him no matter what, listening to him when Mario needs to vent... He's an AMAZING little brother and I LOVE how he openly shows that he loves his brother just as Mario does with him 🥹

And the same applies when it comes to his bravery and to his sassy side, for Luigi shows that he feels extremely comfortable around Mario, like he can totally and openly be himself, which he does in the scene that I mentioned with Spike. And also teasing Mario and being prone to physical touch with him as another way of showing his love 🤭

Also, the fact that he gets scared very easily also makes him relatable to me 🤭 Though I have to say, seeing the many dangerous situations these characters are exposed to in both games and movie, I personally think Luigi has the most normal and relatable reaction. I mean, I believe the first thing most of us would think of when seeing our lives threatened would be to run and get to safety, and then maybe try to come up with a plan or something.

Which is actually something Luigi is very good at! While Mario's reaction would be to jump into danger (and we love him for that), Luigi would rather get himself to safety first, trying his best to survive, and then find a strategy to deal with the problem. He's a think-first, act-later kind of man, unlike Mario, which is why the two balance each other so well. Those are their strengths and what make them work perfectly well as a team.

So this is it! I imagined this would get long, which is why I didn't get to answer yesterday when I saw the ask, and I'm sorry about that, but I really hope it was worth the wait, @luigi1o27632! 🥰

@vulpixfairy1985 @bberetd @itsavee4117 @keakruiser @kelbreyworshipper @peaches2217 and everyone who reads this: what do you think of all this? Is there anything you'd like to add? I may have forgotten about something, so feel free to share your thoughts! 🥰

To sum up: I may call Luigi "baby" sometimes when reblogging stuff or fangirling, but that's simply an affectionate nickname, since, as you can see, I know perfectly well he ain't no baby. He's strong and brave as well as cute and sweet (and very handsome too 🤭😏), and I love every single side of him 😌💚✨

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[butteerfly]

DATING SNK BOYS

just going back to customs <3 actually this headcanon is more like your love story was with each one, i hope you appreciate it

¡¡ mayor spoilers !! s1/2/3

levi ackerman, erwin smith, eren jeager

LEVI ACKERMAN

He thought he was made for a lonely life, but meeting you changed many of his perspectives.

your love story began with a forced coexistence

he was frustrated at having to work alongside a new recruit from the military police

but your quick efficiency quite surprised him

the way you protected everyone during the expeditions caught his attention

then spontaneously you started having midnight talks

he never imagined coinciding with a person as much as he does with you

appreciates that you have left the military police to contribute to humanity through your bravery

He is a very reserved man so discovering his feelings was not an easy task, and making him talk about it was even more difficult

One of the things he likes about you is your ability to surprise him in the most unexpected ways.

you always look flawless according to him

tea tastes different if he shares it with you

He secretly enjoys when you come to his office to complete paperwork with him, sometimes loneliness tires him

He is not a man of words, his love language is acts of service and simple gifts

he is too independent in practically every aspect of his life except with you

He is very overprotective, he does not do it in a possessive way, the world in which you live forces him to take care of you

he partially disagree with you being in the survey corp, but he knows that if he met you there he won't be able to convince you to leave.

he is scared of you because you make him feel vulnerable without any explanation

not into pda, but in the privacy of your room he always prefers you to be on top of him

In terms of sex, I think Levi would agree with whatever you want to do as long as you guys are out of duty.

he is quite shy about that topic due to his lack of experience

when you sleep next to him he could look at your face for hours without getting tired

he really likes how you smell

he's actually your squad captain

your relationship caused an interesting gossip in paradis when it was discovered

hange always asks you when you are going to have children because she wants to meet her nephews and levi always looks at her horrified

he trains you personally and mercilessly because he doesn't want to lose you for anything in the world

when the female titan appearedthe fear he had for you still sends shivers down his spine

whispers I love you

one of his most intimate moments was when he had a panic attack in the middle of a storm, you witnessed his pain and helped him overcome it that day.

It was very difficult for him but he confessed to you what the memory of the death of his best friends made him feel and you comforted him like no one else

he cannot afford to be weak with humanity, he is the strongest soldier of humanity, he has a duty, but with you... your side is the only place where he feels that he is Levi Ackerman and not a soldier

dating Levi is constantly comforting each other, in order to cope with your existence in the world that you lived in

EREN JEAGER

you met when you were just babies, you grew up together those peaceful years

Eren thought you were the cutest girl/boy in Paradis and he continue to think the same for the rest of his life

when your life was turned upside down in a split second you both found peace in each other's embrace.

you share a deep hatred for those who took away your freedom

the devotion you feel for him is immeasurable

from the beginning you always thought like him, the survey corp was your path before he too decided he wanted to go there

Eren confessed his love to you during training, your first kiss was adorable and awkward

dating him back then was a volatile experience, watching him die and come back as a titan stressed you out too much.

you supported him in all his decisions when he found out he was a titan

you swore loyalty..

the latent fear that he will die again haunts you

I think Eren is one of the passionate kisses

he is a hormonal teenager, has a lot of energy

He didn't mind showing you love in public

lots of kisses on the back of your hand

would be a jealous man

when you broke three ribs fighting the female titan he almost went crazy.

He is the type of boyfriend who when you get sick does not leave your side

the shiganshina operation was a before and after in your relationship

when you came back you knew something was wrong just by looking at his eyes

dating him used to be fun, dangerous adventure, you laughed and hugged

But now dating him is a permanent state of alert

he started to be more distant and aggressive towards you progressively, suddenly he no longer kisses you in public and you no longer remember when he said I love you for the last time

he broke up with you but refuses to let you go, you became so dependent on each other

There's a growing anxiety between you that you can't fix and he doesn't seem to care

suddenly he asks you to leave the army and stay away from your friends... and you listen to him because you love him more than your life

Before leaving you forever, he made sure to leave you in the safest place in the world and kiss you for the last time, without giving you any explanation.

dating eren is to miss what his love once was

ERWIN SMITH

Erwin remembers being instantly attracted to your rebelliousness

the way you questioned your superiors to keep your comrades safe made him want to talk to you, you look interesting.

He started filling out paperwork with you, then walking next to you, "accidentally" bumping into you, then inviting you for tea.

when he asked you what you thought about what lay beyond the wall your answer amazed him

he knew you were the one at that moment, but his head refused to accept it as a defense mechanism

the tension that existed between both of you was overwhelming

you initiated your first kiss, making him totally lose himself with you

It didn't take you long to formalize and start walking hand in hand in public.

It was certainly inappropriate but when your superiors asked for an explanation Erwin said that working together in this way was more beneficial for the team and consequently for humanity, everyone fell for his speech

you are the couple that talks about totally strange topics that the rest don't even think about

he taught you to play chess

you taught him a card game that your family had taught you

you recommend books to each other

in fact on your days off you go to a small park to read together, usually you end up sleeping on top of him

he thinks you would be a lovely bride ...

he gave you a ring but never asked the question

you understood why

When you are on duty, you are not distracted much because your obligation is serious, but as soon as night comes...

before he was the commander you used to sneak into his room to sleep next to him

passionate kisses against the wall

In terms of sex, your greatest activity is when you return from the expeditions...you relieve stress that way

believes that red roses are the perfect flowers for you

your heart almost jumped out of your mouth when he lost his arm

he could listen to you talk all day, no matter if he is tired, badly hurt or stressed, your voice is his ground wire

you never questioned him as a commander, after all he was your superior, his speeches left you teary-eyed

you were so proud of the man you fell in love with and dreamed of marrying

until the shiganshina operation came

he ordered you as commander to stay in the rose wall, in case no one of the survey corps is left alive, but you knew that was an excuse, you couldn't believe that he was doing that to you

you begged him on your knees to let you go whit them, he didn't give in but you didn't listen to him either, after all you always had a rebellious spirit

he was speechless when he saw you among the troops, but he couldn't be mad at you on the possible day of his death, he assigned you to armin arlert's group anyway

"this could be the end of everything so why don't we go somewhere only we know" 😭

The last time you saw him in the eyes will always stay in your head.

you felt your world fall when he finally left

dating erwin is having his spirit and courage tattooed on your heart for the rest of your life

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I hope you liked my vision <3 I accept any ideas and opinions

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[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hi 🤗

I don't know if you're writing soulmates au but if not you can just pretend it's a classic s/o

Would you write about Hanayama, Baki, Kureha and Yujiro about having a soul mate (fem or gn) who is of another nationality like in Japan the cultural mix is ​​still rather frowned upon by the most older (especially with Chinese and Korean). I'm especially thinking of a scenario where someone criticizes the fact that their soul mate is foreign, how would they react ?

I love your writhings 💜

Situation: Soulmates Au

Characters: Baki Hanma, Kaoru Hanayama, Kureha Shinogi and Yujiro Hanma.

You were able to be together, thanks to you, you were the one who had the courage to leave everything you knew, all your family, your friends, your job and the life you had already built to venture into a risky search to meet a person you had never known before. Seen, but that you knew it was out there. Waiting for you.

[Your Baki boy] admire your determination and bravery wondering if he had been capable of the same, would he have run into your arms without being sure that you would really receive him waiting? Would he have abandoned everything he achieved with effort and sacrifice to meet you, far from his country, his friends and his goals? He probably wouldn't have been capable of that, he knows, he always feared what could happen if he ran aimlessly for his soul mate, he would never do something so reckless for fear of the consequences that his careless actions would drag. However, you are different from him, you decided to take this risk for both of us. [Your boy from Baki] couldn't do anything but open his arms and comfort your tears of joy at finally finding him, you stood before him as confused as one could be in a strange country without a solid foundation of the language; that they found each other was a complete miracle.

He took care of you for a while until he could teach you Japanese and you could settle in the country on your own, all while the two of you were getting to know each other and cementing a relationship, I couldn't believe you were finally together.

Despite all the time you've spent together, you haven't seen much of Japan other than the places you frequent with [Your boy from Baki], who thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to go out together so you could get to know the city. . You were delighted by the idea, needless to say. Soon they would be touring the center of the city to familiarize you with your new surroundings, huge buildings looming over your head, while bright lights flickered, drawing your full attention with every step you took. [Your Baki guy] didn't think he would impress you with so little, but your smile is so cute that he's definitely satisfied.

He takes you by the arm to show you one of the busiest parks in the city, it is full of vegetation and you can stop for a moment to rest under the shade for a few seconds. Your vibrant accent tickles [Your Baki guy]'s ear, you're lovely, he listens intently when you talk about how amazing your day has been and how much you thank him for taking the time to do this with you.

Baki Hanma.

He smiled happily when you got lost in the details that have interested you so much, your corners don't stop stretching and you get so close to him that he starts to get nervous. He really don't expect the feelings he has developed for you to overwhelm him that much, he is very happy.

However, he catches the distant gaze of two old women who are looking at the two of them in a … strange way. It's a kind of look that carries some form of judgment, as if its very existence is wrong.

"Young people these days only know how to go against good customs" is the only thing they let go when they intentionally pass close to you, pretending not to have noticed you.

You shrink in your seat, visibly less energetic than before, Baki grimaces at this, "elders can be so reckless sometimes" he ignores the faces of the women who still heard him, "Don't listen to them, I couldn't be luckier to have someone like you by my side"

Kaoru Hanayama.

Hanayama is happy with your enthusiasm, his attentive eyes don't leave your figure for even a second, it's all the cute expressions and amazed phrases that you let go that keeps his calm. His big arm on the back of the seat to protect your shoulders carefully.

"Ugh, damn foreigners" the voice surprised you and made you shiver uncomfortably due to the deep hatred that could be perceived just by hearing it, "how dare they do something like this in public?"

Kaoru stands up to his full height and faces the man behind you with a stern look, the other person has to step back to meet his face, "Did you say something?" He does not receive more response than an incomprehensible mutter before the subject moved away.

He comforts you by holding you in his arm, circles drawn on your back comforting you, "Don't pay attention, you're all I could ever want."

Kureha Shinogi.

"What a careless way of talking" the voice behind the man is heard higher than it should be a whisper, Kureha looks over her shoulder.

"Lower your voice! They might hear you" the girl who came with the boy scolded him covertly, "Why should I? We are in our country, foreigners only come to corrupt our bloodline"

"What comments are those?" Kureha whines inattentively at the walking away couple, he sounds like a conservative old man who still believes in blood purity, "I thought the people who said that were already retired. "

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing. Don't listen to what they say. Some people just get carried away by old rumors, but that's all. I couldn't ask for anyone but you to share the rest of my life with."

Yujiro Hanma.

I don't think I've made this point clear enough, but, his soul mate (S/O, Y/N, You, ___, etc.) would be better off without him, just living their life without having the bad luck to cross his path.

He can't defend you from the comments of others because it's simply not his problem, in fact, he would make the comments worse just to tear at the fragile fabric of human sanity.

I would write a whole book about why and how his soul mate stays away from him, living happily and peacefully. I just hate him.

Versión en español.

Ustedes pudieron estar juntos gracias a ti, fuiste quien tuvo el valor de dejar todo cuanto conocía, a toda tu familia, tus amigos, tu trabajo y la vida que ya habías construido para aventurarte en una búsqueda arriesgada para conocer a una persona que jamás habías visto, pero que sabías que estaba ahí afuera. Esperándote.

[Tu chico de Baki] admiro tu determinación y tu valentía preguntándose si él hubiera sido capaz de lo mismo, ¿él habría corrido a tus brazos sin estar seguro de que realmente lo recibirías esperando? ¿Hubiera abandonado todo lo que consiguió con esfuerzo y sacrificio para conocerte, lejos de su país, amigos y metas? Probablemente no hubiera sido capaz de eso, lo sabe, siempre temió lo que podría pasar si corría sin rumbo por su alma gemela, jamás haría algo tan imprudente por miedo a las consecuencias que sus descuidadas acciones arrastrarían. Sin embargo, tú eres diferente a él, tú decidiste tomar este riesgo por ambos. [Tu chico de Baki] no pudo hacer otra cosa más que abrir sus brazos y consolar tu llanto de alegría por encontrarlo al fin, te presentaste frente a él tan confundido como se podría estar en un país extraño sin una base sólida del lenguaje; el que se hayan encontrado fue un completo milagro.

Él cuidó de ti durante un tiempo hasta que pudo enseñarte japonés y que pudieras asentarte en el país por tu propia cuenta, todo mientras ustedes dos se conocían y consolidaban una relación, no podía creer que estuvieran finalmente juntos.

A pesar de todo el tiempo que ustedes han pasado juntos no has visto mucho de Japón más allá que los lugares que frecuentas junto a [Tu chico de Baki], quien creyó que sería una buena idea que ambos salieran juntos para que pudieras conocer la ciudad. Estuviste encantado por la idea, esta de más decirlo. Pronto estarían recorriendo el centro de la ciudad para que te familiarices con tu nuevo entorno, enormes edificios se alzaban sobre tu cabeza, mientras que brillantes luces parpadeaban llamando tu entera atención a cada paso que das. [Tu chico de Baki] no creyó que te impresionaría con tan poco, pero tu sonrisa es tan linda que definitivamente está satisfecho.

Él te lleva del brazo para que conozcas uno de los parques más concurridos de la ciudad, está repleto de vegetación y ustedes pueden detenerse un momento para descansar bajo la sombra durante unos segundos. El vibrante acento que tienes le hace cosquillas a [Tu chico de Baki] en el oído, eres encantador, te escucha atentamente cuando hablas de lo increíble que ha sido todo el día y lo mucho que le agradeces por tomarse el tiempo de hacer esto contigo.

Baki Hanma.

Sonrió contento cuando te perdiste en los detalles que te han interesado tanto, tus comisuras no paran de estirarse y te acercas tanto a él que empieza a ponerse nervioso. Realmente no espero que los sentimientos que ha desarrollado por ti lo abrumen tanto, está muy feliz.

Sin embargo, capta la mirada distante de dos ancianas que los miran a los dos de forma… Extraña. Es una especie de mirada que carga alguna forma de juicio, como si su sola existencia estuviese mal.

"Los jóvenes de hoy en día solo saben ir contra las buenas costumbres" es lo único que dejan ir cuando pasan intencionalmente cerca de ustedes, disimulando no haberlos notado.

Te encoges en tu asiento, visiblemente menos enérgico que antes, Baki hace una mueca ante esto, "los ancianos pueden ser tan imprudentes a veces" ignora los rostros de las mujeres que igual lo escucharon, "No las escuches, no pude ser más afortunado de tener a alguien como tú a mi lado"

Kaoru Hanayama.

Hanayama esta feliz con tu entusiasmo, sus ojos atentos no dejan tu figura ni siquiera un segundo, son todas las lindas expresiones y frases asombradas que dejas ir lo que mantiene su calma. Su gran brazo en el respaldo del asiento para resguardar tus hombros con cuidado.

"Ugh, malditos extranjeros" la voz te sorprendió y te hizo removerte incómodo debido al profundo odio que se podía percibir solo al escucharlo, "¿cómo se atreven a hacer algo como esto en público?"

Kaoru se pone en pie en toda su altura y encara al hombre tras ustedes con una mirada severa, la otra persona tiene que retroceder para mirarlo a la cara, "¿Has dicho algo?" No recibe más respuesta que un murmullo incomprensible antes de que el sujeto se alejara.

Te consuela al estrecharte en su brazo, círculos dibujados en tu espalda que te reconfortan, "No prestes atención, eres todo lo que podría desear"

Kureha Shinogi.

"Que forma de hablar tan descuidada" la voz a la espalda del hombre se escucha más alto de lo que debería ser un susurro, Kureha mira sobre su hombro.

"¡Baja la voz! Podrían escucharte" la chica que venía con el muchacho lo regaño de forma disimulada, "¿Por qué debería? Estamos en nuestro país, los extranjeros solo vienen a corromper nuestra línea de sangre"

"¿Qué comentarios son esos?" Kureha se queja sin prestarles atención a la pareja que se aleja, suena como un anciano conservador que todavía cree en la pureza de la sangre, "Creí que las personas que decían esos ya estaban retiradas"

"¿Hm? Oh, no es nada. No hagas caso a lo que dicen. Algunas personas solo se dejan llevar por antiguos rumores, pero eso es todo. No podría pedir a nadie más que a ti para compartir el resto de mi vida"

Yujiro Hanma.

Creo que no he dejado este punto lo suficientemente claro, pero, su alma gemela (S/O, Tn, Tú, _, etc.) estaría mejor sin él, simplemente viviendo su vida sin tener la mala suerte de cruzarte en su camino.

No puede defenderte de los comentarios de otros porque simplemente no es su problema, de hecho, él haría que los comentarios fueran peores solamente para desgarrar la frágil tela de la cordura humana.

Escribiría un libro completo sobre porque y como su alma gemela se mantiene alejada de él, viviendo feliz y en paz. Simplemente lo odio.

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[princessofmerchants]

"Nesta began."

Nesta Week 2024 ~ Day 2: Metamorphosis ~ @nestaarcheronweek

{a short meta about ACOSF Ch. 50 meant to capture a little of my thinking about the most significant metamorphosis Nesta undergoes in her story}

My experience of reading ACOSF Ch. 50 is one of metamorphosis: both as a reader because I am transformed every time I read it, and in seeing Nesta undergo the most essential, vital transformation of her life so far, during the span of this scene.

It isn't caused by magic, or trauma, or things happening to her in the plot.

Instead, it's the transformation from someone who does not believe themselves to be worthy of love, into someone with the bravery to try to believe they are.

Cassian drew the Illyrian blade from down his back. It gleamed with moonlight as he extended it to her hilt-first. “Take it.” Blinking, eyes still puffy with tears, she did. The blade dipped as she wrapped her hands around it, as if she didn’t expect its weight after so long with the wooden practice swords. Cassian stepped back. Then said, “Show me the eight-pointed star.” She studied the blade, then swallowed. Her features were open, fearful but so trusting that he nearly went to his knees. He nodded toward the blade. “Show me, Nesta.” Whatever she sought in his face, she found it. She widened her stance, bracing her feet on the stones. Cassian held his breath as she took up the first position. Nesta lifted the sword and executed a perfect arcing slash. Her weight shifted to her legs just as she flipped the blade, leading with the hilt, and brought up her arm against an invisible blow. Another shift and the sword swept down, a brutal slash that would have sliced an opponent in half. Each slice was perfect. Like that eight-pointed star was stamped on her very heart. The sword was an extension of her arm, a part of her as much as her hair or breath. Every movement bloomed with purpose and precision. In the moonlight, before the silvered lake, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Nesta finished the eighth maneuver, and returned the sword to center. The light in her eyes shone brighter than the moon overhead. Such light, and clarity, that he could only whisper, “Again.” With a soft smile that Cassian had never seen before, standing on the moon-washed shores of the lake, Nesta began.

This beautiful, vulnerable, powerful moment at the end of ACOSF Ch. 50 comes after the harrowing experience of Nesta finally speaking aloud to her trusted person what she feels about herself.

And of course—I say this all the time—SJM is a romance writer, which means Nesta's trusted person, Cassian, is who she finally cracks herself wide open with. I believe Nesta would not have been capable of finally voicing these things if not for the trust and care that had grown between her and Cassian, as both friends and lovers, leading up to this scene.

And his response to what she says about herself helps her to see light and hope again by persistently reframing her own jagged (mis)understanding of herself and her capability as instead an experience that can be honored as difficult, then walked through to a better, more light-filled existence on the other side:

"What you feel, this guilt and pain and self-loathing—you will get through it. But only if you are willing to fight. Only if you are willing to face it, and embrace it, and walk through it, to emerge on the other side of it. And maybe you will still feel that tinge of pain, but there is another side. A better side.” She pulled back from his chest then. Found his gaze lined with silver. “I don’t know how to get there. I don’t think I’m capable of it.” His eyes glimmered with pain for her. “You are. I’ve seen it—I’ve seen what you can do when you are willing to fight for the people you love. Why not apply that same bravery and loyalty to yourself?"

And:

“But I still don’t know how to fix myself.” “There’s nothing broken to be fixed,” he said fiercely. “You are helping yourself. Healing the parts of you that hurt too much—and perhaps hurt others, too.”

(I've said this about other scenes in ACOSF too, but I believe in my bones, my heart, and my soul, that this is written by someone (SJM) who has said these very same things to her own person (Josh). I have in fact said these things to my person - "I don't think I'm capable of it" was torn right from my own mouth and life. This is spot on for accuracy about what this kind of breaking open is like for someone who does not believe they are worthy of love where the person who loves them then debunks that falsehood in just the ways Cassian does here. I've said it before and I'll say it again; It's so powerful to see my lived experience on the page like this, y'all.)

There is security on the shores of the lake for Nesta, which is just the set of delicate circumstances needed to allow what we see at the very end of the chapter to blossom:

With a soft smile that Cassian had never seen before, standing on the moon-washed shores of the lake, Nesta began.

The last stretch of this chapter is in Cassian's pov. I love that it is, because the love he feels for her, the depth it expands to in response to seeing her trust, and try, and become who she is meant to be—not a magical queen, but a person who knows they are loved and is beginning to also know they deserve to be—saturates everything about this moment and scene beside the lake.

#nestaweek2024 #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #hike through the sleeping mountains #acosf #a court of silver flames #acosf reread post hofas #metamorphosis #getting personal #sarah j maas #pro nesta #pro cassian #pro nessian

[lillie98]

I headcannon Mike Wheeler as autistic (because we share the exact same strain) and I have a theory regarding Season 5. Many autistic people, including myself, have a warped sense of inherent danger. We will throw ourselves into dangerous situations not fully understanding the risks involved. It’s a dangerous situation, sure, but not so dangerous we should avoid it. Mike also has this problem, what with him diving head-first into every fight. He wants desperately to be a hero, to prove his worth and might as a person—to be remembered. If that means doing something stupid like getting himself killed, then that’s what it takes. It’s heartbreaking, but that’s the world he lives in. Hopper, Eleven, Will, they’ve all sacrificed their lives in some capacity to save the world, now it’s his turn.

Eddie touched on this concept with his “Don’t try to be heroes, not today. There is no shame in running,” but Mike doesn’t see it that way. In his mind, those who run are cowards, afraid to face their fears and fight for what they believe in. Has Mike been a bit cowardly these past two seasons by avoiding his feelings for Will? Yes, absolutely. But that’s his arc. Mike has to understand his actions, why he’s hiding, and the serious danger everyone is in. He has to face the music. Where does this lack of inherent danger come in? Glad you asked.

We all know Mike wants to be a hero. He wants to go down in history as someone good, someone who put others before themselves and saves the world. The Brave Knight, The Paladin. Paladins swear an oath of bravery and loyalty, vowing to avenge any threat that dares harm their allegiance (Byler anyone?). Something will threaten to harm/kill Will in Season 5, and Mike will have none of it. They’re not doing this again. Thus, Mike will throw himself in front of Vecna/Demogorgon/Brenner, etc. to protect Will, not fully comprehending the danger of the situation. He’ll be a hero. Unfortunately, this risky act will most likely cost him his life (temporarily). He doesn’t have to die. He’s the heart.

Lucas says, in the Season 4 hospital, that Max’s heart stopped for over a minute, but it miraculously started again. She is alive. El’s love for her conquered death itself. If we go on the “Will Has Powers” theory, then his love for Mike will conquer death and revive him. Mike only needs to be presumed dead, to be out long enough for Will and El to feel the effects of his death and consider joining Vecna. Because without their HEART, they’d fall apart. Both of them.

Back to what Eddie said, there really is no shame in running. Will doesn’t need Mike to do some egregious, knightly act of sacrifice to prove his love for him. His love is already enough. Will loves Mike for EXACTLY WHO HE IS. He always has, and THAT is the real heart of this story. Mike is not a hero because of what he does, but because of who he is. The way he loves, the way he stands up for what he believes in, the way he treasures his friends and protects them. The way he makes Will feel safe just by being there. That’s what Will fell in love with, not some fantastical DnD character that never actually existed.

Like Mike said in Season 2, “this isn’t DnD, this is real life.” DnD characters are fun, and it’s exciting to dream about slaying dragons or exploding orcs with your Magic Missiles, but that’s not real. It’s a game and it will end. Hit Points don’t magically restore you after a Long Rest and Healing Potions don’t deal 2d4+2 Healing. Actions have consequences and danger is real, even if your brain tells you it’s not. Paladins, Clerics, Bards, Rangers, their not real people. But Mike Wheeler is (in this context) and Mike Wheeler is enough. He is so enough. It’s time he wakes up and realizes he doesn’t have to be the Hero, slay the dragon, and make everything better, because it was NEVER HIS FAULT. Bad things happen and, sometimes, we can’t fix them. All we can do is stand beside our partner, hold their hand, and fight along with them—to remind them they are never alone. That, in and of itself, is truly heroic.

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler endgame #byler #byler is requited #mlm love #autism #autistic mike wheeler #stranger things analysis #stranger things headcanons #stranger things 5 #mike wheeler loves Will Byers #hero complex #dungeons and dragons #paladin #cleric #neurodivergent characters #Mike Wheeler is the Heart

[kkrazy256]

Your father was only ever awful to you all your life. You think it was because of the cards you were both dealt, it couldn't be helped. Your grandfather's bravery and love for the people put you both into this situation. Your grandfather is a hero to you; he did the right thing. You never blamed him for that. Because at the root of it all, you are kind. Colin,  the people's victory in Greek. Lucas Fontina, Loukas - the bringer of light in Greek. His dreams live on in you, even if your father had long been disillusioned by it.

Years and years of wondering when and if you could ever make your father proud of you. Years and years later, realizing that he is everything that you are not and you resent him for how he’s hurt you, how he’s tried to change you.

But you can’t. You won’t become the man your father is trying to make you. It nearly works so many times; you’ve always dreamed of escaping him but you never could. Like an anchor on your feet, he keeps you in place and threatens to drag you under as well if you try to run. When he died, you couldn't bear to stick around long enough to watch and confirm his death. You are truly unsure if he made good on his promise to rat you out as well. You don’t wait to find out.

The sudden loss of weight leaves you unsettled for years to come. The freedom is disorienting. You don’t know who you are beyond the shadows of your grandfather’s name and your father’s paranoia. The target on your back is permanent. Every possibility of danger is whispered in your father’s voice as you survey your surroundings and he comes up with contingencies. Every time you raise your knife, you see him in the reflection of the cheese-steel. But you are not him. You will not harm those who have done no wrong beyond existing. You will not be needlessly cruel. You are not him.

You break your own promises because of the fears he’s carved into you all those years ago. His hand guides your own when it swings down. The silent thud of a head that you can’t hear but can feel vibrate as it lands onto the rowboat next to his feet. Well fucking done, son. Banana blood mixes with blackberry guts. It gets into your eyes, into your mouth. It’s bitter and everywhere. What are we doing? What are we doingwhatareYOUdoing?  

Even now, why do you still protect your father?

No secret is worth this.

You drop the cheese rind dagger at the feet of the boy who echoes your father’s words. You leave, you have to leave. The heavy bag of coins into small hands. You have to find some way to atone. The green and gold armor is heavy, it forces you to stand up straight. You have to find some purpose. 

Restless nights, long-suffering, incomprehensible mutterings of an old man. You help him to bed, you get him water. You make sure he doesn’t throw up while lying on his back. You wake up groggy some nights, see him stumbling about and call out fath-

.

Come on, Provolone. Come on, Raphaniel.

It's been decades and you finally make your exhaustive peace. Your father is dead. You did not die with him back on the Isles. Colin Provolone, you are alive. Your father is dead.

Your father is alive. All these years, you’ve thought of your grandfather as a hero, and your father just a simple drunkard, unable to be kind in the face of the cards they’ve been dealt. You hated him, but you cannot say that you didn’t understand him, even if just a little.

But your father had not been a simple drunkard. He had been part of this orchestrated hell that has been your entire life. He’s been a part of so many people’s personal hells for so many years. And what are we, if not living in a personal hell made for us by Lucas Fontina, son? N o- He is everything your grandfather wasn’t. You will never be like him, no matter how much he tried to make you.

Banana blood and blackberry guts.

He’s made you.

He’s fucking made you.

And your anger boils from within, simmering and churning in a way you’ve never been able to truly articulate and express. It spills out, and you want to do nothing more than scream and scream and scream until your throat is as ragged as your father’s half-melted vocal cords sound. Instead, you bring out the sword. Your sword. You hope Deli’s buried the dagger in the depths of the Yogurt Shoals.

The brush of cloak against Bulbian armor that fits you ill. You’ve never been hugged before. The scraping of weapons against each other. The closeness where you can smell his breath against your face. Still saturated with alcohol, and also a hint of rot.

You’ve never been hugged before. You push your father against the soft rot and watch as the mold overtakes him. His arms twitch in pain and they land against your vambraces and your waist. You’ve never been hugged before. You push harder, eyes focused on some point deep within the rot.

Your father is dead. Your father had been dead for decades. Your father is in your mind. Your father is in your hands. Your father is—

I’m still proud.

Your father is dead.

.

Colin Provolone just needs to sit for a second.

#the ravening war #the ravening war spoilers #colin provolone #aaron fontina #zac oyama #dimension 20 #d20 #like this cheese man is making me???

[reverieparacosm]

Bondrewd x GN!Narehate Reader

Synopsis: You, an adventure, are rescued by Bondrewd after a serious injury. But is it worth it?

Warnings: Yandere, kiddnaping, violence

Note: Oh well, did I write an open ending? Oh hell yea.

Alright, buckle up for a wild ride! But hey, before we dive into this crazy fiction, let's get one thing straight: I am absolutely, positively, and emphatically NOT on Team Bondrewd. It's just fiction!

The last thing you remember is the chilling grip of those villainous hands, dragging your helpless body into the bowels of that godforsaken dungeon. Panic surges through your veins as your vision fades into an abyss of darkness, the ominous sound of a heavy door slamming shut echoing in your ears.

A timeless void engulfs your consciousness, until a spark of awareness flickers within your core. Your eyes flutter open, and you are greeted by a world utterly transformed. A strange sensation courses through every fiber of your being. It's as if your very cells are awakening, shifting and rearranging themselves to a mysterious symphony.

With trembling hands, you reach out to touch your own body, only to recoil in astonishment. Instead of the familiar contours of human flesh, you now possess a new form, a creature of untamed power and primal beauty.

Fur and leathery skin envelop your limbs, imbuing you with an otherworldly grace. Gone are the trappings of your former existence, replaced by dark brown pants that cling to your agile frame and a cloak the color of shadows, billowing around you like a shroud of mystery.

Confusion storms through your mind, a tempest of unanswered questions. Who or what has wrought this metamorphosis upon you? Why were you chosen for this bewildering transformation? Fear and curiosity dance within your soul, intermingling with a burgeoning sense of awe.

In the dimly lit corner of the room, a haunting figure materializes, and your instincts scream out that it can be no other than Bondrewd himself. A surge of determination courses through your veins as you gather the remnants of your strength, and the words spill forth from your trembling lips, "Bondrewd, what monstrosity have you unleashed upon me?"

Bondrewd slowly turns to face you, his eerie mask emitting a ghastly purple glow that cuts through the oppressive darkness. He meets your gaze. "Ah, so you still recognize me. Remarkable. It seems you have not entirely succumbed to oblivion," he remarks, his voice dripping with a sinister satisfaction. "Allow me to enlighten you. I have bestowed upon you a transformation of unfathomable magnitude. Through intricate and perilous surgical procedures, I have forged you into a new type of Narehate. The results, I must say, have surpassed even my lofty expectations."

The weight of his revelation crashes upon you like a relentless tempest, and disbelief engulfs your being. A surge of anger intertwines with the overwhelming sense of betrayal pulsating within your chest. "Why? Why would you subject me to such horrors?" you demand, your voice trembling with a mixture of fury and anguish.

His voice drips with a chilling nonchalance as he explains, "My dear, naive adventurer, my motives were simple yet ambitious. I sought to fashion a Narehate possessing an unparalleled array of powers. And to achieve that, I required a subject of extraordinary physical and mental fortitude. You, with your illustrious history as a formidable adventurer, were the epitome of perfection in my eyes." He pauses, a macabre satisfaction permeating his words. "You should consider yourself fortunate, for you have become my most potent creation."

As Bondrewd speaks, you feel the passion and determination in his voice, the room lighting up with his energy. You sense an almost obsessive aura surrounding him as he steps closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder, his touch almost electric. "I have fallen in love with you," he whispers, his mask close. "Your strength, your beauty, your bravery - they are unlike anything I have ever seen. You are one of the most amazing people I have met, and I will never stop loving you."

As Bondrewd continues to explain his reasons for transforming you, his voice grows more excited, speaking of your qualities in detail, with a passion and reverence you have never experienced. Your determination, heroism, and strength in the face of danger are, in his opinion, absolutely unique. All of these qualities have captivated him, and he is certain he will never stop loving you. But even in the middle of his speech, he seems to forget the suffering and pain you have experienced. His love for you is so all-consuming that it blinds him to anything else.

As you stare up at him, feeling hopeless and helpless, you can't help but feel a wave of anger rising within you. The pain, the confusion, the lack of understanding - it's all too much to bear. And yet, your captor only seems to get more enraged with every word you speak. Finally, you ask the question that's been burning on the tip of your tongue.

"You call this love?" you say, your voice shaking. "You turned me into this creature, a Narehate. I can't even recognize myself in the mirror anymore. And yet, you dare to say that you saved my life? Do you have any idea what you've done to me?"

Bondrewd's fingers constrict around your throat, constricting your airway and lifting you effortlessly off the ground. The vice-like grip sends shockwaves of agony coursing through your body, threatening to collapse your very essence. Desperate for release, you thrash and struggle against his unyielding hold, but his grasp remains unrelenting, unyielding as the cold touch of steel.

"How dare you challenge me?" he says. "You, a pitiful Narehate. You should be on your knees, thanking me for the mercy I have bestowed upon you."

His words strike you with a heart-wrenching force, each syllable a blade that sinks deeper into your wounded spirit. Amidst the searing pain, you summon every ounce of strength to respond, your voice a mere whisper, yet infused with determination.

"Your… twisted… benevolence," you manage to gasp, the words a struggle against the suffocating grip around your throat. "It… is no… salvation… but… a… curse."

He drops you to the ground, and you feel the air rush back into your lungs as you gasp for breath. He crouches down, his mask inches from yours.

"I did what was necessary to save your life. My special surgery left you with a weakened mental state and a poor memory. And yet, here you are, questioning everything I've done for you. You really need to learn to appreciate all the good things I do for you."

"We found you in the fourth layer. You were in a very bad condition, suffering from many wounds. We managed to heal them, but you got a bad fever, and the only way to save you was to do a surgery."

As Bondrewd speaks, his voice gradually transforms from a cold, detached monotone to a softer, more empathetic tone. Gone is the rigid, uncaring scientist; instead, he now appears almost paternalistic, his aura occasionally flashing with the same madness as before.

"Please, let me go," you beg, trying to hold back tears as the realization sinks in that you are now truly at the mercy of this madman.

Bondrewd shakes his head, his anger returning. His voice is cold once more, and his grip on your chin tightens.

"Do you not appreciate that I saved your life? Or that you are now more powerful than you have ever been before?" he asks, his voice dripping with disdain.

His tone becomes threatening; he leans closer to you, and the violet ether light is reflected in your eyes.

"You belong to me, you will obey every command I give without question," he says, his grip on your chin relaxing as he stares directly into your eyes. "Am I clear?"

You respond with a simple "no," knowing that you are never truly safe until you are as far away from him as possible.

As you stare at the ethereal purple light, you feel a sudden burst of determination coursing through your veins. No matter the cost, you are not going to let this madman control your life anymore. You take a deep breath and steel your resolve.

"I will not obey you," you state firmly, your voice steady despite the fear that still rages in your chest.

"You will obey me," he says, his voice laced with a menacing tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Or you will suffer the consequences."

At that moment, you realize that you have two choices: you can either continue to live in fear and obedience, or you can take a stand and fight for your freedom. Without hesitation, you choose the latter.

You reach deep within yourself and summon all the strength and determination you can muster. You know that it will not be an easy fight, but you are willing to risk everything to escape the clutches of this madman.

With a burst of energy, you break free from his grip and bolt towards the door, your heart pounding against your chest like a thunderous drum. Behind you, his voice echoes through the hallway like a haunting melody, but you refuse to look back. You just keep running, each footstep propelling you further and further away from danger.

As you sprint down the dimly lit corridor, every breath you take feels like a struggle. Your lungs burn, your legs ache, but you push through the pain, your determination unwavering. You round a corner and catch a glimpse of the end of the hallway. There's a door in sight, and your heart leaps with hope.

With a shaking hand, you turn the handle and push the door open, expecting to see the light of freedom on the other side. But what you see instead stops you dead in your tracks.

#bondrewd #made in abyss #made in abyss bondrewd #made in abyss fanfiction #メイドインアビス #bondrewd x reader #bondrewd headcanons #yandere bondrewd #oneshot #bondrewd oneshot #fanfiction #fanfic

[winterspellsfrozenkit]

Idia vs Malleus’s Overblot

So I saw the Malleus Overblot stuff on Tumblr and I’ve seen a ton of memes about Idia being in a panic because he got to be the one to fix it and I just want to talk about it a little bit. 

Idia’s my favorite of the TWST characters. Yeah, he easily panics, he’s a shut in, he doesn’t talk much to people outside Ortho, when he does talk to people he tends to insult or backhand compliment, and he probably seems like the last person to help Malleus, but I want to talk about why Idia is probably the best person to help Malleus besides that’s how the previous chapters worked. 

I saw a lot of people think the person who was going to help Malleus was Ortho and I was a bit floored because I thought it was obvious it was going to be Idia because the previous Housewarden has experiences that allow them to challenge the thinking of the current chapter’s Housewarden that lead to the Overblot. 

We are the Prefect of Ramshackle and we challenged Riddle’s ideas about strict adherence to rules. Riddle challenged Leona’s idea of being underhanded being the only way to succeed against those born into ideal circumstances. Leona challenged Azul’s idea of that contracts were the only way to bind people to him and that they made him invulnerable. Azul challenged Kalim’s idea of blindly believing the best in people and leaning too heavily on someone. Kalim challenged Vil’s idea that because he’d nearly harmed Neige, he was forever ugly and hateful and that would never change now he’d made that choice. Vil challenged Idia and Ortho’s thinking that they had to rewrite the world to have a chance to achieve their dreams. 

Malleus Overblotted because he doesn’t want change. He’s afraid of being alone and everyone leaving him. Idia’s got to be the one to challenge that idea because his very existence challenges the idea that everything staying the same is preferable to change. A large majority of Idia’s life was being trapped in an unchanging situation. That’s the point of Chapter 6. Idia wasn’t willing to get an internship with Olympus Inc. because he saw the idea as silly. No matter what he did, nothing would change. The one tried he tried to change his fate by going on that trip with Ortho, he suffered severely for it. To him, trying to change wasn’t possible. Changing wouldn’t undo the past, going to an internship with Olympus Inc. wouldn’t get rid of the Shroud curse, there was no point in trying because no matter what he did, he felt nothing would change, so it was all pointless. Idia’s lived for years in a situation where he felt he had no power to change anything and he knows the dark underside to that situation. If nothing changes, then isn’t doing anything pointless? 

What’s the point of meeting new people if your relationship with them won’t change and you’ll stay strangers, even if you try? What’s the value of good things in life if you never know bad things? Do you even know things are good if you have nothing negative to compare them to? If nothing changes, won’t you eventually get bored with it? Idia constantly built new things and played games and watched anime because he was starving for things in his life to change and these things allowed him to escape his predetermined life that he couldn’t change, experience something new in a safe manner, and not risk anything important to him in the process. Yeah, Idia is probably going to be really anxious and nervous facing one of the five most powerful magic users in the world, especially now that Malleus Overblotted, but bravery isn’t the absence of fear. Bravery is being afraid and doing it anyway. 

In short, Idia’s got to be the one to challenge Malleus’s thinking because he knows exactly what kind of life it leads to should Malleus get his wish for things to never change. 

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #malleus overblot #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst idia #twst malleus

[bodyswappertransforming]

Dictator’s body double part one

In a realm shadowed by the tyranny of a dictator named Alexi, a critical issue weighed heavily on the minds of his closest advisers. Alexi, distinguished by his unique height and authoritative demeanor, had survived several assassination attempts. The solution was as clear as it was difficult to achieve: they needed a body double. Yet, the challenge extended beyond merely matching Alexi's rare physical stature; it required emulating his distinct aura of control, a task that appeared insurmountable until they heard whispers of a secretive technology.This technology, a crown jewel of espionage, belonged to the Central Intelligence Agency. Far from being a simple exercise in disguise or superficial changes, this was a comprehensive, transformative process that fused psychology, physical transformation, and technology to allow someone to completely take on another's identity, capturing their mannerisms and, potentially, their way of thinking. It was designed for the most extreme missions, allowing agents to blend into their covers so seamlessly that even those who knew the impersonated individual would be none the wiser.Through daring operations that would later become the stuff of legend within the corridors of power, Alexi's regime acquired this technology. The hunt for a double was reinvigorated with newfound vigor. Many were evaluated, but only one was selected: Ivan, a soldier whose bravery and dedication was unmatched.

Ivan had known missions that tested the limits of his endurance and skill, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment when his commanding officer summoned him into a stark, dimly lit room. The air was heavy with a tension that made Ivan’s instincts flare with unease. His officer, a man of few words and even fewer expressions, didn't waste time on pleasantries."Ivan, you have been chosen for a mission of paramount importance," he began, his voice a monotone that belied the gravity of his words. "From this point forward, your old life ceases to exist. You are to become Alexi."Ivan's mind raced. Become Alexi? The very notion was absurd. Alexi was a figure of fear, a tyrant whose name whispered in the shadows incited dread. How could he, Ivan, a man whose physical attributes were diametrically opposite to those of Alexi, assume his identity? Ivan was tall, yes, but slender and muscular, with light hair that was starkly different from Alexi's darker, imposing presence."Sir, with all due respect, how is this possible? Alexi and I... we're nothing alike. The physical differences alone—"His officer cut him off with a sharp gesture. "Everything will be explained to you. The technology we've acquired makes the impossible possible. You will undergo a series of operations and psychological conditioning. When we're done, even Alexi's closest confidants won't be able to tell you apart."The mention of technology sparked a flicker of understanding, yet the full scope of the transformation that was being proposed seemed beyond the bounds of reality. Ivan's objections lingered on the tip of his tongue, but the look in his officer's eyes—a blend of unwavering conviction and an unspoken warning—silenced him."Your first task is to meet with Alexi. He has personally requested to see you before the procedure begins."The thought of coming face-to-face with the dictator was enough to unsettle even Ivan’s steeled nerves. Alexi, whose rule was ironclad, whose whims were law, and whose cruelty was legendary, wanted to meet him? The implications were chilling.As Ivan was escorted to the meeting, his thoughts were a tumult of anxiety and disbelief. The corridors seemed to stretch on interminably, each step taking him closer to the man who embodied terror for so many. When at last he was ushered into Alexi's presence, the dictator's cold, assessing gaze felt like a weight. Alexi circled him, a predator sizing up prey, before finally speaking."You will become me," Alexi stated, his voice devoid of warmth. "This is not a request; it is your new reality. Your commitment must be absolute. There is no room for failure."The weight of Alexi's words, the sheer impossibility of what was being asked of him, settled over Ivan like a shroud. Yet, in the face of Alexi's unwavering expectation, refusal was unthinkable. This was more than a mission; it was a total erasure of his former self, a plunge into the unknown with no promise of return.As Ivan left the meeting, the magnitude of his commitment loomed large. He was no longer just a soldier; he was to become the shadow of a tyrant, embarking on a journey that would test the very limits of his identity and resolve. The path forward was fraught with uncertainty, but Ivan knew that turning back was not an option.

The process to transform Ivan into Alexi's double was as meticulous as it was grueling. It began with a battery of tests—medical, psychological, and physical—to ensure Ivan could withstand the radical changes required. The timeline was daunting: nine months to a year of constant, invasive transformation and recovery. Ivan was put on a stringent new diet designed to significantly increase his body mass; he had to gain nearly 200 pounds to match Alexi's more imposing physique.Beyond the physical transformation, Ivan embarked on a rigorous regime to internalize Alexi's essence. He began to shadow the dictator, observing him in meetings, noting the subtleties of his speech, the nuances of his gestures, and the way he carried himself—everything that made Alexi, Alexi. This shadowing was not merely about imitation; it was about understanding Alexi's thought processes, predicting his reactions, and adopting his worldview.In the evenings, Ivan's transformation continued in a different, yet equally demanding, form. He was hooked up to advanced machines that facilitated the transfer of memories. These sessions were designed to imbue him with Alexi's experiences, or at least, a version of them, to ensure that Ivan could replicate not just the dictator's mannerisms but also his reactions to specific references or triggers. This technology, blending the cutting edge of neuroscience and psychology, aimed to merge Ivan's consciousness with aspects of Alexi's, blurring the lines between the individual and the persona he was to adopt.The process was disorienting, often leaving Ivan in a state of identity flux, where the boundaries between himself and the role he was assuming became increasingly indistinct. Every day, he found pieces of Ivan fading away, replaced by the characteristics, memories, and even thought patterns of Alexi. It was a transformation that demanded not just physical resilience but an unparalleled strength of mind.Throughout this exhaustive process, Ivan's commitment was put to the test. The physical changes, while challenging, were straightforward compared to the psychological and emotional toll of taking on another's identity so completely. The machines that worked to integrate Alexi's memories with his own left Ivan in a limbo between selves, a space where Ivan's past and Alexi's experiences intertwined and sometimes clashed.Despite the hardships, the promise of becoming Alexi's perfect double drove Ivan forward. With each passing day, the soldier who had entered the program receded further into the background, giving way to the emerging figure of the dictator. This transformation, once unthinkable in its depth and breadth, slowly became Ivan's new reality, a testament to the lengths to which he—and those orchestrating the change—were willing to go to protect Alexi and preserve their grip on power. The journey was far from over, but Ivan was no longer the man he had been. He was becoming Alexi, for better or for worse.

Three months into the transformation, Ivan's life as he knew it had been officially erased. His family mourned him as a hero lost in battle, unaware of the surreal journey he was undergoing. The physical changes were becoming apparent: Ivan had put on about 25 pounds, a testament to the new diet and the efforts to physically match Alexi. But the transformation went deeper than the skin.The memories transferred from Alexi started to take root in Ivan's psyche, intertwining with his own thoughts and experiences. With these memories came unexpected cravings—for power, wealth, the rush of domination, and surprisingly, for cigars and vodka, substances Ivan had previously abstained from. The daily regimen of pills and injections was relentless, altering his body chemistry to accelerate his transformation into Alexi's double, not just in appearance but in essence.Spending his days with Alexi, Ivan was subjected to the dictator's habits, including drinking and smoking cigars—habits that were initially repulsive to him. Yet, as the days passed, Ivan found himself not just tolerating these vices but slowly starting to relish them, a sign of how deeply the transformation was affecting him. The physical changes continued: his skin began to adopt a slightly different pigment, his hair darkened, and began to thin, aligning more closely with Alexi's appearance, and his skin showed signs of aging to mirror Alexi's age, which was about 15 years his senior.This physical and psychological metamorphosis was disorienting. Ivan could feel the essence of who he had been slipping away, replaced by the burgeoning identity of the man he was to become. The once-clear demarcation between Ivan and Alexi blurred with each passing day, challenging Ivan's sense of self. He found himself caught in a complex web of identity, power, and transformation, embodying a role that demanded the sacrifice of his former self for the sake of a mission that had consumed his existence.The forced adoption of Alexi's habits and the assimilation of his memories and desires marked a significant milestone in the transformation process. Ivan was no longer merely imitating Alexi; he was becoming indistinguishable from the dictator, embodying his characteristics, desires, and even his vices. This deep integration signaled a point of no return in Ivan's journey, a testament to the extraordinary lengths to which the regime was willing to go to protect their leader and maintain their grip on power, at the expense of Ivan's identity and the truth.

By the fourth month of Ivan's transformation into Alexi, the process had reached a critical and irreversible stage. Ivan had already begun to embody Alexi's persona, mastering his mannerisms, adopting his style of speech, and even altering his voice to mirror the dictator's distinctive timbre. His walk had taken on the characteristic stride of Alexi, and through the ongoing memory transfer, Ivan found himself understanding—and in some unsettling ways, even empathizing with—Alexi's perspectives and motivations.The first surgery marked a significant escalation in the transformation process. It was not just another step but a leap into solidifying Ivan's commitment to becoming Alexi. The operation was daunting: to physically reduce Ivan's height to closely match that of Alexi, requiring the shortening of his legs. This surgery, combined with the injections that had already begun the process of shrinking him, was aimed at reducing his stature by a total of 12 inches.Waking up from the long and arduous surgery, Ivan found himself in a haze of pain and disorientation. The realization that he was now significantly shorter, only a few inches taller than Alexi, was jarring. His face, swathed in bandages from the extensive facial reconstruction, was a tangible symbol of the transformation's severity. The surgery had not just altered his height but had begun the process of reshaping his face to mirror Alexi's visage closely.This physical alteration was more than a change in appearance; it was a profound alteration of identity. Ivan, once a distinguished soldier with a unique identity, was now being meticulously sculpted into a living, breathing double of the most feared man in the country. The pain from the surgery, both physical and psychological, was a constant reminder of the sacrifice Ivan was making. His body was no longer his own; it was becoming a vessel for the persona of Alexi, molded and shaped through science, technology, and a deep psychological reconditioning that blurred the lines between two distinctly different men.As Ivan recovered from the surgery, he had to confront the reality of his new existence. The sight of himself in the mirror, once a familiar comfort, had become a source of estrangement. Each glimpse of his bandaged face and altered physique served as a stark reminder of the path he had chosen—or rather, the path that had chosen him. The transformation was not just about adopting Alexi's external appearance; it was about subsuming his identity into that of the dictator, a process that was as much about losing himself as it was about becoming someone else.This first surgery was a pivotal moment in Ivan's journey, marking a point of no return. The physical changes were irreversible, locking him into his mission with a permanence that went beyond mere commitment. Ivan was not just playing the role of Alexi; he was being physically remade in his image, a testament to the lengths to which the regime would go to protect its leader. As Ivan faced the long road of recovery and further transformations, he did so with the knowledge that there was no turning back, only forward into the uncertain future of his new identity.

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