#but I included them because there's room for its inclusion~

[tiathecreator]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ so american ( hobie brown ) !

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎.𖥔 ݁ ˖✎ᝰ synopsis — " he laughs at all my jokes and he says i'm so american. " blk reader.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟcontains — ooc (?) hobie, fluff, swearing, atsv!hobie brown, hobie is taller than you no matter what, very very slight.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ tia speaks — because nobody told olivia to write such a cute song like my goodness. i love this song so bad ( almost as bad as i love accented men ) so i had to write a piece inspired by it ! i am also using this to be a complete feminism nerd and i almost wrote something similar with another olivia song lol. i totally recommend reading this whilst listening to 'so american' by olivia rodrigo !! happy reading !

despite his punk exterior, hobie is the best boyfriend you've ever had.

you'd first met hobie when you were selected to speak at a diversity conference in london. you were studying abroad in the middle of your second year of university, using the excuse of 'furthering your education' to read authentic european literature and cross of some of your bucket list. he was doing his usual routine when he swung by a billboard advertising the conference. he decided to check it, never one to shy away from social politic discourse. he stopped by a few panels, taking a liking to the minority in leadership panel, before stopping by the gender and intersectionality panel.

hobie's eyebrows rose as he watched you prepare yourself for your own presentation. you were dressed in business professional with the best shaped afro hobie had ever seen. his pulse quickened as you sent the moderator a ready smile before you began speaking.

and you were so american.

your charisma was enchanting, gracefully demanding the attention of the room. you engaged with the audience as you presented, throwing in small jokes here and there to keep the crowded attentive. he even imagined your expression becoming the slightest bit bashful as he caught your eye. you ended your presentation with another dazzling smile and an adorable tilt of your head at the sound of the applause filling the room.

he was even more impressed with your ability to answers questions on the fly. it was as if you thought of every possible questions and came up with perfectly calculated answers for each of them.

"i have a question for y/n. you mentioned white feminism and black feminism as two separate movements due to the lack of inclusion of marginalized women and their concerns. does that mean that you believe that white women are inherently racist?" a commentator asked. a furrow found its way in between your brow before you answered.

"no, i called it uninclusive because i meant it did not include the needs of women who were not upper class, able, educated, white women. black feminism can include women who are not black as it's an umbrella term of sorts. it serves to uplift and represent the underrepresented and unite all feminists, not imply that all white women are racist because of one social group. there are some wonderful white women who can acknowledge their privilege and use it to uplift us all as a united front rather than living in their individual comfortability. thank you for your question."

after your panel concluded, hobie found himself searching for you in the crowd of spectators. he eventually found you holding a bouquet of flowers from the moderator as you put away your things. he casually made his way to you, slipping through the ocean of bodies before standing behind you.

"would've gotten flowers if i had known someone as smart as you would be presenting here. however, i doubt i'd be able to find anything as beautiful as you, ms. america," he charmed, immediately gaining your attention as you turned to him.

"i take it that you liked my presentation," you mused, smiling up at the man before you.

"liked it so much that i'd like to hear it again. maybe over a meal some time, yeah?"

your cheeks stung from how wide you smiled as you punched your number into his phone, telling him to text you the details.

you guys hit it off as your personalities, morals, and routines meshed almost perfectly. you finished your educational responsibilities around the same time he finished his internship, leaving the two of you with enough time to see each other at least three times a week, excluding your weekend.

he's so attentive as he remembers everything about you, including things that you mentioned offhandedly. you'll expect him to pay it no mind until he says or does something that showed you that he was in fact listening to your every word.

and he's so soft with you. underneath your boyfriend's unapproachable persona was a man who was putty in your hands. he melts into your embrace, hands gently cupping your face as he laid a breathless kiss on your lips. he was always touching you when he was in your presence. he usually opted for the casual arm hooked across your front as he rested his chin on your shoulder. it was the perfect height for you to whisper all of your jokes into his ear, ensuring that he didn't miss the chance to indulge in your humor.

you actually guessed that he was the esteemed spider-punk after having rescued you from a mid-evening robbery. you noticed the stature of the hero looked familiar as you watched him swing through the air.

"what happened here?" you asked him one lazy morning, pointing to the bruise forming on his shoulder.

"i slipped in the shower," he mumbled, pulling you closer to him as he tried to go back to sleep.

"are you sure it had nothing to do with that pole the news showed you being flung into?" you mused.

"how'd you figure?" he asked, eyes now open as he looked down at you with a tired grin.

"what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn't know my boyfriend when i saw him?" you replied, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "plus i’ve tripped over your beat up sneakers enough times to recognize them."

"sneakers," he said, copying your accent. he let out an amused gruff after you painlessly slapped his arm. "you're such an american."

he made the effort to join you for your public demonstrations, only stepping in when someone got mouthed off at you too much for his liking, knowing that you could hold your own but preferring if you didn't have to. he read all of your favorite books as well as any pieces that you mentioned to him. he participates in most of your hobbies, even picking up a few and calling them his own.

he even calls your mom, asking her how she had been since the last time he had the chance to ask. she was more excited to see him the first time you visited since meeting him. she tried to treat him as a guest, but he was set on helping her around the house, taking care of any odd problems she had.

you might just have to marry him if he keeps this shit up.

© tiathecreator 2024. all rights reserved.

#☆ — tia the creator! #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black reader #hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie x black!reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk x black reader #atsv x reader #atsv x black reader #spiderman atsv x black reader #spiderman atsv

[peaches2217]

Transfem Luigi! Nonbinary Luigi! Genderqueer Luigi! Demigirl Luigi! Bigender Luigi! Genderfluid Luigi! Androgyne Luigi! Genderflux Luigi!

Ｔｒａｎｓｆｅｍ　Ｌｕｉｇｉ

#loving all this love for transfem luigi I've been seeing lately so here's my own appreciation post #feel free to add any others I might have missed! #please have mercy on me if I didn't include any of yours these were just the first ones that came to mind 😅 #and of course some of these don't inherently have connections to femininity or femaleness or what have you #but I included them because there's room for its inclusion~ #I’m personally Team Genderqueer/Bigender Luigi 💜🤍💚/💙🩵🤍💜🤍💗🩷 #of course all luigi gender headcanons are hella valid but this in particular is near and dear to my heart #my he/she child 🥹 #super mario bros #smb #luigi #peaches has opinions

[genderkoolaid]

the transandrophic talking point of like. "trans men/mascs were socialised male so are just as misogynistic as cis men" is so confusing to me, because they say the exact same thing about trans women/femmes? that they were also socialised male? which is so weird how they seem to think just any trans person has male socialisation, i cannot figure it out at all

The key thing here is that the people who say transmascs were socialized male aren't the same people saying transfems were socialized male, although both tend to be radical feminists or have beliefs that align with/are influenced by radical feminism.

Trans-exclusive radical feminists divide people into a binary by sex, and say that socialization occurs only along the lines of sex. If you are of the male sex (which includes any intersex people they decide are "really male," with little to no nuance), then you were socialized male. If you are of the female sex (see above), then you were socialized female.

Trans-inclusive radical feminists divide people into a binary by gender. They view socialization is more of an internal process- if you are a man, then you were always a man, and you internalized the socialization people raised male received regardless of whether you realized it or not. Similarly, if you are a woman, you were always a woman, and you received the socialization of people raised female.

What both have in common is the idea that socialization is a simple binary, and that the effects of socialization stay with you forever, unchanged. If you were socialized male, then you are forever tainted with misogyny and male chauvinism. The most emphasis is put on "male socialization" in discourse because the idea is, if you were socialized male (and therefore eternally and essentially Male), then you are a privileged oppressor. This is why it's a good way of targeting other people within a radical feminist framework- to be oppressed (woman) makes you part of the in-group, deserving of having your issues addressed (which is why there is an obsession over "protecting womanhood from invaders"), while being an oppressor (male) makes you part of the hostile out-group who can neither be trusted nor in genuine need of help. Trans people, being socially placed in-between and outside the cisbinary, will be placed into whatever group is most useful for the patriarchy at any given time while also being denied actual acceptance into either (check out transunity theory for more on that).

With TIRFs, the root of the ideology is that, by saying that trans women experienced female socialization, they are defended from transmisogynist TERFs who insist they are male oppressors. The idea is: if trans women are essentially female, and experienced female socialization, then they have equal claim to female oppression & trauma. This is a noble goal, because trans women are oppressed by misogyny and should have their oppression as women recognized.

The problem is, this radical feminist framework is inherently cissexist. It is a static binary which bases itself entirely off of cis gender relations. It asserts that all trans people must have an experience which fits in with either experiences of cis women or cis men; there is no room for discussing the ways that trans people have more in common with each other, or how hatred of people who are clearly outside of the cisbinary affects gender relations. So even though TIRFs are "trans-inclusive," their only concern is reproducing transphobic radical feminism but in a way that supports trans women. It insists its pro-trans men because it doesn't misgender them as women. But where TERFs erase the "man" part of trans men, TIRFs erase the "trans" part.

Gender socialization does exist, in that people are perceived in a certain way and are treated uniquely based on that perception, and that shapes how you think about yourself and others and your place in the world. But it is far from binary and static. So many different things can affect how your gender is perceived & how you are treated as a result, and that can change from person to person as well as over the course of your life. The idea that anything relating to gender/sex is static and binary is cissexist, and any movement that claims to seek trans liberation must deconstruct that cissexism and interpret gender relations from a trans-centric lens.

#m. #ask box

[vanquishedvaliant]

If the gayness can be denied it can just as easily be called queerbaiting. Text (and subtext) is less impactful and meaningful than action, even in the right direction. I think if gay people say it's not good enough isn't that an indication that it isn't good enough or enough for them to feel represented?

No.

There’s been a concept in social media activism that the primary perceived value of queer content in media is how loudly it demonstrates inclusion of a particular identity, and a lot of popular media gets judged solely on this aspect, like it’s checking off a tickbox for binary approval. 

A kiss has been chosen by many of these circles to be the most concrete binary proof you can have for a character’s queer sexuality, but putting aside the fact that many identities don’t benefit from that at all; (theoretically a bi person would have to kiss 2 different genders to ‘prove’ themselves this way, why would a trans person kissing anyone prove anything, asexual or aromantic obviously inapplicable, etc) w 

It’s simply incorrect that text is less impactful than “action”, given that media is Text. The Text is what comprises its “action” and what it’s statement of intent is. A kiss is not action, a kiss is Text. A gay character that does kiss or meets whatever satisfaction the audience deems for “representation” is still a creation of Text as much as a gay character that never kisses anyone. There’s no separation there. This wholesale disregard of theme and meaning of text and subtext in fiction and instead only approving media-friendly headline screenshots is one of the greatest tragedies of modern popular culture.

Treating the ‘undeniable’ existence of a queer character as “action” and “representation’ and not examining the actual context of their inclusion and what the story says about their identity, their lives, and their experiences is how you get Disney’s First Gay Character popping up in the news twice a year- it’s become more important for the headlines to State that you have one than for them to actually be important or meaningfully written, or for the story to have anything to say about the character or their lives. At this point of popular social media understanding, Queerbaiting simply does not mean what people have begun to use it to describe. Queerbaiting was intended to refers to deliberate marketing attempts to accrue viewership by over-promising the presence or importance of queer content to Bait in queer viewers hoping to be included. The key part of Queerbaiting is the intentional misdirection here, and because of that there is a very important distinction between queer subtext that is created to build intentional undertones and that which is included specifically to tease and entice viewers with the promise of more.

Many anime shows that people accuse of queerbaiting are doing exactly the opposite; in the case of Flip Flappers the overwhelming Text of the story is largely and centrally focused on the burgeoning sexuality of a young girl as she grows up and realizes that what her heart desires may conflict with expectations set by herself, her family, and society at large. That remains true through to the end of the story where she makes a breakthrough in her understanding of herself and her place in life and her sexuality is a major part of that.

A kiss is not at all required for this, but because there isn’t one people somehow become convinced that the story is “baiting” them desptie the actual meat of the story itself being fundamentally about being queer. Now, there’s definitely room for subjective differences in appreciation here, especially taking more Yuri works as a whole (particular Slice of Life), in which many of them do place their queer undertones as a less central tenet that aren’t deeply explored. I’m not saying that you as an individual can’t feel that you’re not satisfied without a more substantial story; but it doesn’t mean these stories have Failed in their role of Representation; they still have value and purpose whether they meet that shallow criteria or not. And it doesn’t mean that they aren’t Real and these characters aren’t quite obviously gay to anyone paying even the slightest attention.

What I’m actually hearing most of the time is that people consider the capital r Representation buzzword to tick off a box of “HAS LESBIAN” to be more important to them than actually reading a Story about gay people that has something meaningful to say; Add further to this deeper disqualifying factors restricting death, tragedy, “unhealthy” relationships, etc. And you quickly begin to cut down the number of stories you accept to only those which portray a superficial, consumer-friendly veneer of queerness.

This is in itself a sanitization of Queer identity that doesn’t celebrate or represent anyone; it’s selling an idea of Queerness that is clean, palatable, easily accessed.

That’s simply not enough to satisfy me, and it shouldn’t be for you either. 

#vivi original #i have more to say but im tired of writing this

[olderthannetfic]

I just saw that Tor is publishing an anthology of Greek myth retellings that's being billed as "inclusive" but there's not a single Greek author included. When Greek authors who would've loved to participate called it out, people claimed they weren't the true inheritors of their own ancient culture because they're too Christian, too Eastern, too tax-evading, too whatever. Like, someone literally said that Greeks have little to contribute to SFF because they're too busy making cheese and not paying taxes.

Let me be clear: there's nothing wrong with anyone doing a Greek myth retelling. Classical antiquity is the foundation of Western cultural values, for better or worse (often worse). Doing mythology retellings also gives you instant brand recognition as a writer and increases your chances of finding readers. But this is exactly why it's important to let the inheritors of the culture benefit and not gatekeep them out in the name of some cliquey idea of inclusivity.

As a Balkan Slav with connections to Greece and its diaspora, I have experienced discrimination in the Anglophone world and have seen Greek people face something similar. A lot of the same stereotypes exist about us. The Anglo stereotypes about us are arguably worse because of the civil war, and we're more orientalized because of a longer period of Ottoman occupation and a substantial Muslim presence. Slavic people also get to see our pagan mythologies coopted by American fantasists with no ties to that part of the world, and the stories are usually kitschified into, like, a monocultural/monoethnic airport-souvenir-nesting-doll or baba-yaga-cottagecore version of the folktales ready for Western consumption.

Anyway, why is there so little room in the publishing industry for the people who grew up with this cultural heritage even if they might hold beliefs or practice traditions that emerged later? Many Greeks today are devout Orthodox Christians, but that doesn't mean that a random WASP who identifies as a neo-Hellenist has a greater claim on THEIR ancient heritage. And the contributors to the Tor anthology probably just see ancient Greece as a dead culture with the added benefit of being white and thus cultural appropriation-proof. But it's all kind of giving Never on Sunday and not in a good way.

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[iggy5055]

Platonic Yandere! Batfam X Poor Reader Part 10 (Final)

Summary: (Y/N) wakes up in a new scary place with a man she has never met, As the man does what he pleases to her she finds herself wishing she was with her original kidnapers.

Let you dirty minds run free even if its platonic, because I do the same damn thing, there is no shame on this page all are welcome, loved and excepted.

I don’t add anything like weight or hair length/texture, skin color or anything like that so all feel included, I try to make my work as inclusive as possible, if I missed something please contact me if you where offended either way, If I do offend you I am so sorry none of this was meant to be offensive.

TW: This is platonic but that doesn’t mean it’s not suggestive, kidnapping, manipulation, fear, drugging, humiliation. y’all best get ready,  

“ = talking

‘ = thinking

Previous parts:

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9

WARNING RAPE,

MINORS. YOU. SHALL. NOT. PASS!!!!

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When I woke up, it was dark. Dark and cold and I was terrified.

I couldn't move and I felt like I was in an ice box.

As I shiver I take a moment to go over my body.

First things first, does anything hurt. yes- yes something hurts.

I could tell I was lying down. It felt like a cold metal table, but that wasn't the worst part. I was butt ass naked, most likely why the cold was so much worse. This late realization only seemed to make me colder however. I was also tied down. I could feel the unwelcome but familiar sensation of shakes on my legs.

Both of my ankles were chained down along with my wrists, which was what seemed to be hurting so much alone with my shoulder and hip joints from being pulled to the max.

The table must have been pretty big, my arms were right above my head while my legs were chained but they were spread apart. I assume my body was in a Y shape.

As I shift my head back and forth I could feel a blindfold on my eyes tied uncomfortably tight around my head with a knot that made it hard to lay my head back.

The blind world was itchy and kind of wet, probably damp from my tears.

I tug a bit at my limbs. seeing of the chains would give me any wiggle room. They didn't.

My arms and legs were stretched to the max and my wrists and ankles being pulled hard by the chains so hard I thought they might break.

I let out a loud heart breaking sob.

‘Oh god, where the hell am I? Who took me? Will they kill me?’

As my mind raced with questions like a whirlwind and my lips shaking with sobs and whimpers I didn't hear anyone approach me until I heard their menacing voice.

“Oh~, it my little girl Scared?”

I freeze. I force my body to stop shaking, not making a move in fear of dying right where a lay.

The cold are seemed twice as rigged now. I knew the stand man was close. Standing right above my head.

The man laughed at me. It was deep, powerful, most likely from a powerful man.

“Come now, little girl~ no need to be scared.”

I could feel his knuckles caress my cheek.

I yelp and whimper a bit, being blind and naked at the mercy of a man I don't know, this is more scary than when Damian took me from their back apartment. At least them I was clothed in a warm bed, safe and knew what was going on almost from the beginning.

At lest when Damian took me, he did it as himself. Not hiding from me, not unknown to me. He made sure that I understood what was happening from the get go, mostly.

“L-le-t m-e g-go.”

My shudder was worse than before, both from the far and the intense cold nipping at my body.

My shudder made me cringe a little on the inside, I wanted to sound demanding and strong like a wolf hunting its pray, inside I was the merger rabbit begging for its life as the wolf stands above me, holding all the power I prayed I had.

“Oh sweet angel~.”

His voice was mock kindness, it made my stomach want to empty itself.

“Its ok~.”

He leaned down, I could hear the quiet ‘pat’ of his hands as he places them on either side of my head.

“Do what I say, Little girl~ and all will be fine.”

“P-plea-ase.”

I could do nothing but beg, plead with the strange man that he would let me go.

His hand moves down to my neck, he was so warm. It felt so welcoming, but I knew he had nothing but bad intentions. If he didn't I wouldn't be naked and chained, know would I?

He had moved further down, till he was caressing right underneath my collarbone.

I could feel my nipples harden, and with the cold and my stress it felt almost painful, the contrast of temperatures only causing me more pain.

He could clearly see my body reaction and chuckled deeply at me.

“Oh~ look at you.~”

His hands move even further down. Up until this point I couldn't find it in myself to move but as his hand I halfway from the top of my breast to my pard perky nipple I twisted viciously as hard as the chains could allow, which to be fair wasn't a lot. I imagine it looked like I was shaking and jerking around but I couldn't turn enough to stop his unwelcome advances.

He chuckles again, I could practically hear the sickening wolfish smirk on his face, I could only imagine how his eyes looked at my breasts and my exposed pussy.

Although he didn't seem too pleased with my harsh squirming, even though it didn't prevent his unwanted touches, apparently he wanted me still. So to ensure my stillness he pinched my nipple as hard as he could.

I scream, the cold and the painful grip of both a foreign sensation and a foreign man hurt more than I had ever been hurt before.

Whenever I got hurt with the Wayne family it was always on accident. Aside for needles which (even though I was terrified of them) didn't hurt all that much.

I had never had my nipple touched before either, so the cold the fear and the lack of experience in this kind of touch the pain felt even more intense.

I arch my back as far as my joints would allow, anything to try to prevent the harsh pinching.

As a keep crying out begging incoherently for the stranger to stop.

After what feels like an eternity he losses his torturing hold on my all to sensitive nipple. He didn't completely let go, instead, gently rubbing tight circles on my hard know, no doutably know bright painfully red, nipple.

“Shhhhh, Little girl.~ No need to be so scared.”

He presses down on the middle of my hardened nipple.

I yelp out and bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. It hurt, like someone lit a match and help it to my nipple.

He leans down even further, his lips pressed into my ear.

“Do everything I say and nothing will happen to you, understand?”

I whimper as he presses once more.

“Pl-ease”

My voice was so sad and low, I sounded pathetic, but I couldn't do anything else.

He bit my ear, not harshly but it definitely felt like a warning.

‘Someone, please, save me.’

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A glass vase fly's at the wall in the Wayne manor lobby smashing upon the contact of the stone wall.

The Wayne family had made their way back home for the winter gala after Damian had waited for (Y/N) for ten minutes and found his brothers and father to look for her.

When they could find no trace of her they all rushed home to search for her on the security cameras.

Tim was already in the bat cave as the others stood enraged in the lobby not knowing what to do.

Jason was seething, Damian fuming, Dick stressed and Bruce’s face was so stone cold he looked like a dead man.

“Jason breaking a vase won't fix anything.”

Damian was trying to hold it in but he felt guilty for letter his beloved go.

“SHUT IT DAMIAN! YOUR THE ONE WHO LOST HER, YOU HAVE NO SAY!!!”

Damian looks down, he is ashamed but he couldn't convince himself that she ran away. Her eyes didn't hold anything but honesty and stress from being around all those snobby high ends. He knew she wouldn't have done this.

Everyone was thinking that same but the anger of not having their poor, sweat, naïve little angel safe in their arms was too much.

They wanted her to become completely dependent on them but at the same time they became so needy for her as well.

They wanted to hold her, hug her, get her in a warm bath with a warm meal and put her to sleep in a warm safe bed. But instead they where here, alone and without the women they all loved so much.

Finally Dick said what they where all thinking.

“We need to find whoever took her as soon as possible, who knows what they're doing to her.”

This made Bruces head shoot up. His face more angry than they had ever seen it. He storms through the manor to the incredibly lardge library, all the boys follow him. As he storms down the carved stone steps behind the grandfather clock into the depts of the cave under the manor.

The boys follow their father in his rage as he approaches Tim sitting in the chair to the large computer in the cave. Security footage from the gala all on the screen.

“Have you found anything.”

His voice was deeper than usual, clearly holding a hidden anger.

“I found the right time know we just need to wait till she comes out.’

Tim sighs, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes.

“There are not windows or secret point of entry or exit so she will have to come out this someone or she got taken en route to the bar.”

Jason could be heard grumbling as he walks away.

“where are you going?”

Dick growled at Jason as he try's to leave.

“When we have to go rescue our girl from whoever took her I want to be suited and ready to shoot him after I beat him dumb.”

As Jason continues to walk away Damian follows him. Dick looks at Bruce and Bruce nods without having to look at him. Dick hurrays off with his brothers.

Tim’s eyes seemed a little red, the stress of losing (Y/N) and the brightness of the screen to ensure he didn't miss anything did nothing to help his poor incredibly strained eyes.

Bruce stared at the ground.

“Tim.”

“I know, The longer I can't find her the longer she could be getting hurt. Just three minutes of video if filmed between when she could have been taken after she left the washroom’

Bruce nodded mutely.

Jason and the other boys walked back over to the computer.

All suited up and looking even more ready to kill a man.

“We need to get things ready.”

Tim said as he continues to stare religiously at the security footage.

“Ready for what?”

Damians voice was anger and impassion, clearly wanting his beloved back.

“When we get her back we will need to have a bed food and drinks she likes ready for her, She will be scared and will need things she enjoys so she feels safest. I’ll stay and get things ready while talking to you on comms.”

Bruce nods at the idea.

“First thing first, we need to find her.”

Dick was losing his patience by the second.

Tim growls at him.

“I am doing my best I can't fast forward anything I might miss something!”

At this point he was yelling. they were all angry and with time passing not having (Y/N) with them it only seemed to be getting worse.

After Dick and Tim yell at each other for a minute, Tim never taking his eyes off of the the huge monitor. Final Bruce chimes in.

“ENOUGH, BICKERING IS NOT GOING TO HELP US FIND (Y?N)! We need to be calm and patient.”

Everyone goes silent as the all nod in agreement. Bruce walks away.

Everyone is silent, the glow of the monitor the only thing lighting the dark cave.

Bruce came back seconds later in his own suit.

They stand their in silence, thinking of all the ways they could hurt whoever took her.

“GOT IT!!!”

Everyones head shoot up.

Tim turns to the all, a face of both relief and worry.

“Leo Hudson, also known as The Butcher. A new crime lord of the west side. know for taking and raping women, then killing them by cutting them into pieces, their body parts always in the same old warehouse.”

Everyones face turns even harder, not even wanting to think what was happening to their poor little angel.

And just like that, they were gone without a word.

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Cold tears were falling down my face, it felt like they were freezing as they slid down my face.

The strangers hands wondered all over my body, groping and touching wherever he pleased.

I cried and whimpered, for a while I begged him to stop telling him I would do anything but this. I even went so far as to say that I was apart of the Wayne family and they would pay to have me back.

Obviously they would, I couldn't leave on my own without them all going crazy but me being kidnapped, I can already picture the look in their eyes. Crazy and deranged. But right know, I want him to be dead. Killed in the most gruesome way possible.

After a while he must have gotten tired of my cry and begs so he gagged me with when felt like and old rag and put ductal overtop to make sure I couldn't spit it out.

Now everything was muffled and somehow even more pathetic.

His hand wandered down from my nipple to my navel, his fingers swirling around my pubic hair as he whispered in my ear.

“Feels good, doesn't it.”

It wasn't a question. And yes, to be body is felt good but to my mind I felt like I was being burned with a red hot poker anywhere he touched.

I shake my head, having only my hearing, it was probably a poor idea. Every touch he made seemed ten times more sensitive than it should be, pain seemed even more so.

And I was right. Right after I did he slapped my clit as hard as he could. I screamed into the gag as loud as I could.

It hurt like crazy. Like suddenly the red hot poker was on the most sensitive area of my poor already abused body.

Right after he did he shoved his fingers into my pussy. It hurt so much.

I was dry as a bone and as tense as a stone.

But unlike me, the blindfold was soaking wet. I screamed ‘please’ into he gag over and over again. I felt so helpless and I hated it. I was more vulnerable than I had ever felt before in my life.

‘Please, please. Dad, Jason, Dick Damian, Tim. Anyone. HELP ME!!!’

In that moment I forze. I count believe when I was thinking.

For the first time. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be with them. And I called Bruce Dad.

As the stranger kept thrusting into me with no mercy I couldn't even hate the thought. I wanted them. I wanted to read with Damian. I wanted to watch a movie with Dick as he cuddled me. I wanted to eat with Jason. I wanted to lie in bed and watch Tim was the taping of his keyboard put me to sleep.

I wanted to see Bruces smile when he would look at me.

Suddenly I realized how quiet the room was, anise from my heady breathing.

I couldn’t stop shaking. I could feel his eyes but not his breath. But I knew he was close.

After a few moments I could feel hands on my hips and the tip of his dick at my entrance.

My cry changed. Instead of begging him to stop and say please I was crying out the names of my brothers.

They are heroes, saving people is what they do.

I was hoping for a big save. The moment right before the unthinkable happens to the victim. But life isn't a fair tale.

After a few seconds of painful anticipation it happened.

He thrusted into me with so much force he rocked the table. He was too big. I was a little wet from his harsh fingering but I still wasn't wet enough from was felt like a baseball-bat in my pussy.

My screams were deafening. But despite all that he didn't stop thrusting. His hands were digging into my hips so deeply it was drawing blood. One pain after another. It was never ending.

The thrusting, the clawing and the unmistakable feeling of hot breath. It was all too much. My voice was raw again and the blindfold felt like ice from my tears. But now I didn't even have any tears to cry.

I struggled and struggled trying my hardest to get away.

The stranger chuckled at me.

“Nice try, but those chains aren't going anywhere.”

His voice was right in my ear. His hot breath making the blindfold that much colder.

But dispute his words I didn't stop. He didn't seem to like that so his thrusting became even more violent.

His dick was punching its way into my uterus. each thrust felt more and more paralyzing. Like with each thrust it was making my legs weaker and weaker.

All I could see was the blind fold but suddenly my vision seemed to spin. I felt so light headed and powerless.

I was just about to pass out when I hear what sounded like glass breaking all around us along with loud aggressive yelling. But my mind was in such a fog I couldn't figure out who's voice it was.

About a second after the glass broke I felt two things.

One: The stranger was no longer buried inside me.

Two: Warm familiar hands.

These where not the same hands that where digging into my hips, those I could feel were harshly yanked away from me. A yanking that left what felt like several long scratches on said hips.

These hands where soft and warm and placed on the sides of my head on my cheeks. They must have been standing above me by my head because their palms were by my ears.

The second the warm, comforting hand touched me I immediately stopped crying. But it wasn't because I was frozen with fear, it was because I felt... safe?

I knew who's hands these were, kind of. I knew that they belonged to one of the boys. My original captors, but even so, I felt safe. The warms hand felt safe, inviting. As if, if I wasn't tied down I would jump into their arms begging for them to never let me go. I wanted them, needed them.  

I could hear fighting. Well, not so much fighting as it was beating someone to a pulp. But above the noise of fighting was a voice. It took my a second to realize, I was so focused on the hands on my face.

“I got ya baby girl.”

It was Jason.

I started to cry again, but this time it was out of pure joy, I was so happy. I knew I was safe now.

“J-jas-on?”

I had to make sure, I needed to know who was with me.

“Yeah its me, baby girl. Just relax we’ll have you home again soon.”

His thumbs were rubbing back and forth on my cheeks. Rubbing away the wet cold tears and helping my probably very red cheeks warm up a little.

In the background I could hear swearing and yelling at the man who was just inside me. Along with the sound of multiple kicks and punches along with the gasps of the stranger.

“I-’m so-o co-ld.”

Jason leaned down. His face right above mine, his warm breath fanning over my face.

“I know beautiful, just give me a second I’ll get the keys.”

He kisses m hothead a few times before he lets of of my face.

I heard him yelling.

“Damian, get me the keys!!!”

I could feels Damians eye roll as if to say ‘what do you think I'm doing?’

After a second or two I could feel Jasons hands on my face again. warm and welcoming but this time there was something could in his left hand.

“Hold still baby girl.”

I nodded.

“o-o-ok”

He let go again and moved to my hands. He unlocked both and moved down to my ankles. I pulled my hands together. Rubbing my wrists trying to get back some circulation back into my hands.

When he finished my ankles he moved to my side. I was already trying to sit up and the table wasn't overly big I was was colder then an ice cube and in more pain then I had ever been in before so I fell off the table trying to get up.

I collided with a stone floor and let out a yelp. Jason was beside me in seconds.

He pulled me into his arms. I was sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped tightly as I was pressed to a warm chest.

Jasons hands run through my hair as I try to yank of the blindfold. Jason pulls my hands away.

“Shhhhh, baby girl. Hold still, I’ll get it.”

Jasons hands move from my hands to the back of my head. He starts to untie the blindfold. He had to tug at my hair a little. The blindfolds tight knot seemed to have some of my hair tied in.

I whimper when he pulls a little too hard by the blindfold comes loose and falls to the ground.

“I know, I'm sorry. Its all over know, baby girl.”

I look up at him. He was wearing his red hood mask so I couldn't see his face but I knew we looked sad when he looked at my frigid, naked body.

I looked down at myself, my skin was discoloured, brushed and scratched all over. I started to cry again. I buried my face into the junction of Jasons neck.

I spoke into his neck but he didn't seem to hear me.

He gently moved my head back.

“What was that, baby girl?”

“Ta-ke me h-hom-e, pl-ea-ease.”

Jason cooed at me.

“Of course.’

He hugged me close and picked my up. He held me up with one hand and walked towards the others.

He moved my head to his chest when he say I was looking at the crumpled up half naked man on the ground. I only got a quick look but from what I could see he had sever broken bones and was out cold.

“Lets go.”

Jason voice was stone cold serious, he wasn't asking, that was an order.

I look up enough to see everyone else, They had all huddled around me. despite that masks on all their faces I could tell their eyes were looking me over, checking for injuries.

I could see their mouths twist up in anger as they looked at the stat of me. Damian stepped forward and took me from Jason. for the first time Jason didn't put up a fight. I thought it was because of the current situation, he knew not to fight or argue with his brother right know, but I was mistaken.

As the boys walk out of the abandoned warhorse me in Damians arms I hear three gun shots. The shots echo into the large empty space.

Tim, Dick and Jason all had their own ride while Damian and bruce all hoped into the batmobile.

As we start to dive away Damian looks me over. Bruce was glancing at me from time to time but mostly he was focusing on getting home as soon as possible.

“Where does it hurt most, beloved?”

I keep my head down and mumble my answer, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

He didn't seem to like that, he took off his domino mask and moved his thumb and pointer finger under my chin, making my head move to look up at him.

My eyes were watering but luckily Bruce was blasting the heating system so I was warming up pretty quickly. But I was still ashamed of my current position.

“I need you to be clear (Y/N). Tell me where it hurts.”

His voice was harder than before.

My eyes stretch him, despite his harder tone I knew he was just worried.

“E-ever-yth-ing.”

Even though I was warming up my stutter wasn't getting any better.

It was true though, my wrists and ankles where clamped tight in the shackles and were sore. my hips and shoulders had been pulled on from the chains too and were not feeling like they should. It felt like I pulled a muscle. And the long exposure to the cold made my skin ache.

Damian pulls me closer.

“Don’t worry we are almost there.”

I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I felt like passing out. I tied to stay awake but this was all too much. so knowing I was safe again. I pass out.

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When I woke up I didn't remember being saved.

I shoot up scared, I was hyperventilating. My eyes wide as I scan the room. A room I knew.

I calm down a little, taking a second to look down at myself. I was all bandaged up. The boys must have given me pain medication, I felt kind of numb. I could not feel my fingers or toes but I wasn't cold. In fact, I was a little too warm.

A fire was lit and burning strong in the hearth, someone must have just added some wood.

I look over myself again. I was in one of the boys shirts. more of a dress on me though. one side fell over my shoulder, exposing it. I paid more attention to my skin this time. while I was bandaged and the cuts where clean, I was still covered in dirt sweat and grime. The sweat was new however.

I shoot out of the nice bed. I was still weak, my muscles and joints aching as I moved. The fast moment made my head spin and the pain in my body shocked me, the pain meds bust have been old, or maybe I'm just that hurt.

As I stumble to the ground I yelp. Not a second later I could hear footsteps outside the dark wood double doors.

Dick storms into the room making a quick scan of it till his eyes land on me. His eyes were heard and ready for a fight but once they landed on my crumpled room on the ground they softened.

“Baby bird!”

He rushed over to me. picking me up bridal style and siting on the bed with me in his lap.

His hadn't trailed all over my body cheating for any new injury. His eyes searching as well. once he was satisfied he look at me again. His eyes were soft, like they always were with me most of the time, but they also had a hardness in them.

“What happened, baby bird? Why are you out of bed?”

His voice was strained, he demanded an answer.

“I-I-i--”

I couldn’t get the words out, everything was happening so fast. I look around the room not knowing what else to do.

Dick moves my head to face him again gently with his hand on my cheek. he gave my forehead a kiss.

“Shhhh, baby bird. You’re ok. you’re safe. I have you.”

Dick cooed at me as he continued to hold me close.

“Why are you out of bed, baby bird?”

His voice was softer than before. His lips where right beside my ear. I could feel his warm breath. it felt good. I nuzzled closer to him. He chuckled at me stroking my hair waiting patiently for my answer.

“I-’m fi-filthy.”

I nuzzle into him more. He chuckles again.

“Oh, baby bird. You really think we care about the sheets right now?”

My cheeks heat up. I shake my head.

“B-bu-t I d-o.”

I couldn't seem to get my damn shudder under control. It made my even more embarrassed.

Dick kissed my cheek.

Suddenly all the other boys came into the room.

Jason was the first in and the first to speak.

“Whats wrong.”

I frown at him, I didn't want to cause so much trouble.

“Nothing, sh e was just world about getting the sheets dirty.”

Dick chuckles at the end, as does everyone else. My face was burning hotter than the hearth right now.

I squirmed out of Dicks arms and him under the blankets.

The all laughed loudly at me this time.

“D-don’t lau-laug-h.”

I sounded pathetic. It made them laugh at me even more but only for a second. once they calmed down I could feel Dick get up front eh bed and a hand pulling the blanket up so they could see my head.

I thought it was Dick but it was Jason.

‘Come one baby girl. Let’s get you all clean then.”

He smiled at me and I crawled out from under the blankets into his arms. As he cried me into he bathroom I snuggled close to him. The others slowly made their ways out of the room after telling me they loved me and that I was safe again and I smiled.

I knew it was true.

I was safe.

I would always be safest with them

So why would I ever want to leave.

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The End!!!!

Thank you everyone who liked and commented throughout my stories I had so much fun writing it.

For know Im going to focus on Star War (my true passion) And I hope you all stick around.

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House Of Memories (29/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: okay so like this one's fun, very dark, but fun. not really a lot of warning except for maybe clone wars typical violence??

Summary: You've lost your path to the light... in an attempt to even the score, you travel with Anakin and Ahsoka to kill the man who took your master from you.

A/n: i cannot explain how much i LOVE this episode.... y'all needs understand i'm so hyped for this plotline it's my favorite in all of clone wars it's so angsty UGH

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You did not sleep; you were never able to. You lied still until sunrise, and never rested. Obi-Wan was at eternal rest, but you were restless. It was impossible to calm your mind.

Your entire body was unable to move, weighted down by the heaviness in your head, swirling around and taunting you with its gruesome storm.

You faintly were able to hear the knocking sounds, two taps and then two more on the front entrance door. It shouldn't have made you anxious to hear it, but you were in no state of being to have any sort of company in your presence. You doubted you'd even be able to look whoever it was in the eye. You sure as hell wouldn't be able to speak.

Your prayers for them to leave went unanswered, as the door was opened, and a pair of footsteps came into the apartment, unwelcome. You curled even deeper into your solemn cocoon of sheets and blankets, closing your eyes and feeling darkness wash over you.

You'd welcomed the darkness during the night. The once scary and uncontrollable dark force inside of you, became the only thing that could bring you a semblance of peace... nay, not peace, but a quieter mind. When the darkness consumed you, your thoughts were not painful, just angry. You longed for revenge, to ease the pain and suffering. You were willing to let it drive you, to keep going, to live on after the loss you swore would be your end.

"She's not in her room," you heard Ahsoka's confused voice, and Anakin's reply, which came unsurprised from her words.

"She's in his."

You braced yourself to face your friends, or rather them facing you. You took in a breath in time with the small hiss of the door retracting, and now those same four feet brought their steps up to you, seeing your huddled up form lying motionless in the bed... Obi-Wan's bed.

"Is she awake?" Ahsoka couldn't be sure, she wasn't so in tune with your presence as Anakin was, and yes, he knew you were awake, and trying to avoid them.

He sat beside you on the bed, his hand lifting to rest on your shoulder, his thumb moving in soothing motions that did nothing to help you.

"We got him, the sniper," Anakin told you, and your eyes shot open. What? They got him. What does he mean by that?

"Is he dead?" you asked shortly, your tone was so flat and uncaring, the complete opposite of what you used to be.

"No, he's in a max security prison."

You forced yourself to sit up, looking at Anakin with your dead, sleep deprived expression. He didn't look all that great himself, but you were a wreck. What happened to you?

You shot him a glare, and he could have sworn he saw a golden glow reflect off the center of your irises in that moment. It was gone the next, but it frightened him all the same.

"You brought him in without me?" you barely moved, your normal expressions of rage, with your wild hand movements were not included with your statement... but no, this was far more terrifying. The state you were in, the way you spoke, it all told Anakin that you were battling the darkness, or maybe it had won. He was in no position to tell you it was wrong, because he himself was having to fight it, still.

"The council thought it best to avoid your inclusion," Ahsoka replied, trying to defend Anakin, but also deflect your attention for a moment. You had never looked more lethal than you did right now, wrapped up in Obi-Wan's blankets and clinging to his bed.

You turned your head in her direction now, and she gasped, having seen the face of the girl she knew become cold and ruthless.

"The council did not know what Obi-Wan meant to me; you did. And you decided not to tell me about finding his killer," you had to use every ounce of restrain in your body not to force call an object to your hand, before you would inevitably throw it across the room, shattering someone breakable. You still loved these people, you couldn't hurt them.

"He was unarmed, you would have killed him."

Anakin's words meant nothing to you, because yes, of course you would kill him. He could be begging for mercy at your feet, and you would use your saber to cut every limb from his body until he was unable to even crawl to safety, then you would end his life in the slowest, most agonizing way you could possibly think of.

"And would you have stopped me?" It was a valid question, if you had been there, you wouldn't have hesitated, but would Anakin let you go through with it?

He ducked his head, unwilling to lie to your compelling question, but not wanting to answer truthfully, knowing it would be a travesty against your master's teachings.

"Obi-Wan would not want us to act on revenge."

Good answer, but not the one you were looking for.

"The answer is no; you would have let me kill him in an instant," you corrected him, and he shot his head up to meet your dark eyeline. Everything about you emanated so much weight, something so deep that he began to feel the effects of it in his signature.

"It's not the Jedi way," Ahsoka reminded you, and for a moment you thought you heard Obi-Wan's voice echoing the sentiment to your mind, but it didn't instill in you a need to respect it.

"The Jedi have become corrupt, the republic has made us an army, and we do their bidding without hesitation. The Jedi way has fallen far from what it used to be, and you both know it."

You were getting more frustrated as the time passed, and you sent into Anakin's mind a hint that you wanted them to just stay away from you, to leave you alone and to let you wallow in your misery.

He looked at Ahsoka and nodded for her to leave the room, before ultimately, he stood to his feet, and followed after her. Before he shut the door, he turned back one more time. He shuddered to even speak the words he wanted to say, but they needed to be said.

"Obi-Wan said to us once, that if you suffer to let go, you will suffer to grow."

And then he was gone.

Obi-Wan was ever as wise as his former Master, and often you wondered why he was never a consular like Qui Gon. It was his spirit that was a Guardian. His passionate heart to defend his will and the will of the force, to defend those he cared about, the ones closest to him, and to defend you. He always defended you, and you relied on it, more than you should, but now you have to fight your own battles, and you need more strength than you have.

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

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You heard the news of the prison break, it echoed in the halls outside of your apartment, and you were practically jumping out of bed to make sure you hadn't misunderstood anything.

The chancellor was sending Anakin and Ahsoka to capture the escaped prisoners, that of which included Moralo Evol, Cad Bane, and of course, Rako Hardeen.

They would likely be leaving soon to follow the trail that the prison had begun to track.

You needed to be on the ship before it left, this was your chance. This was your chance to even the score, it was your chance to avenge the life of your Master, the one you'd adored so dearly.

You were wearing his robes, and his old cloak, which he kept with him since his padawancy, even after taking the trials, it was a sentimental article that meant something to him. It fit you quite well, and it was full of echoes in the force, from his time and training before you entered his life. There were some remnants of yourself you could sense within the ragged fabric, a younger version of yourself who's trouble seemed so foolish, now.

Your saber was on your hip as you walked down the corridors to the elevator. There were few Jedi, but several clone squads that stared on. Some were from the 212th, which was now your battalion by inheritance. You never gave any of them a second glance, your focus was uninterrupted, and would remain that way until you had accomplished your main goal.

Stepping into the elevator, you caught sight of Master Kit Fisto, who had looked at you with disbelief before the elevator doors were shut and your view was blocked from his expression.

Everyone you passed on the way to the hanger seemed to be completely distracted by you, and you knew why. They sensed it in you, the vengeance was radiating off of you like hot steam, filling the air with the mist and heat when you walked by them. It was frightening to them for sure, to see a young girl who was so optimistic become so enraptured with hatred for a single being.

You saw Anakin and Ahsoka in the distance, waiting on their ship to be fueled, and you approached them swiftly, non-hesitant. Your confidence could not be swayed, even if they cut it down with a lightsaber, you would quickly rebuild it, and keep moving.

"What are you doing here?" Anakin stopped you from going any further, placing himself in the way of the ship and not allowing you even an inch of access.

"I'm coming with you. You'll need my help," you insisted, and though he knew you were very capable of doing so, he was still worried that your emotion will cloud your judgement. "He was my master, Anakin."

"He was mine, too. I understand how you feel, and I'm not going to hold you back, but I need to know you're up for this," he crossed his arms, looking down on you and waiting for a sign of your readiness. You furrowed your brow and shook your head, stepping forward so that you were nearly nose to nose.

"I will not rest until I know the man responsible for Obi-Wan's death has been taken out."

He sighed. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, but he knew better than to argue with you when you were angry, especially this new side of you.

"Let's go," he stepped aside, letting you up onto the ramp, following after you and Ahsoka when you walked up.

The first planet they had been tracked to was already set in the coordinates in the pilot's console, and with Ahsoka as copilot, you figured you would sit in the back, and be company to yourself.

The ride was long, and silent.

Sitting in the hull of the ship, you waited. You waited for them to come back and tell you where you would inevitably find the escaped bounty hunters. You held your saber in your right hand, sliding your thumb up and down over the crystal chamber. It was a subconscious movement, simple and fluid, but you had no idea the affects you were causing with it.

You were already filled with so much anger, so much hatred, you let it motivate you, you allowed it to consume your signature in its whole. You hated that it had this much control over you, the darkness, but it made you stronger, you could feel its power in your veins, every muscle felt energized by the dark force. It was pushing you towards the only new success you craved: vengeance.

You closed your eyes, meditating on this darkness for the first time since you let it overtake you. You absentmindedly kept your hand around your saber, clenching it tightly and using it as a tether.

You weren't sure how you felt, indulging in the darkness like this, to meditate on it in a way you'd been raised to avoid. The Jedi never told you how peaceful and quiet the darkness could be. They always mentioned it was made up of all the horrors you could not yet understand. Perhaps they were wrong.

For you, the dark side had worked almost seductively, luring you in with all it could offer, and empowering you to feel like you were untouchable. You did not even think that something like this could be bad.

You poured all your anger into your meditation, and let it fester, turning into raw power that you could later use to conquer your enemy, and make them-

"Kriff," You swore silently, dropping your saber to the ground for the way it began to burn your hand. It wasn't hot like fire, but the energy stung your skin, and you opened your eyes, letting them fall on where your weapon hit the ground of the ship.

You sensed that something was off, and when you picked it up, you felt it. You'd infused your weapon with your feelings, you may have damaged it from the inside. You ignited it, just as Anakin and Ahsoka were now coming back aboard the ship, and all at once you all witnessed what you had done to your lightsaber, your treasured weapon. This weapon is your life...

"What did you do?" Anakin asked in confusion, looking at the blade in disbelief.

The beautiful green glow that emanated from the hilt was only halfway there, as it collided with the dark red that took over its beauty, and made it into something new, something deeper, something more powerful.

"I don't know."

He looked once at his Padawan, nodding for her to go and start the ship. You were still gazing upon the new red and green glow of your saber, mesmerized by the duality it now possessed. It was quite lovely, and you'd never seen anything like it before.

"We have to talk about this," Anakin said gently as he walked over to you. "I know it's hard to resist the darkness, but you're making me concerned."

You deactivated the saber, clipping it back to your hilt and letting it fall by your side. You looked back at Anakin and saw your truest friend as confidant, the person you felt you could be honest with, and the only other person in this galaxy who might be feeling even a shred of your loss, your grief.

"I can't feel the light anymore... I'm trying, I promise," it wasn't a lie. You were struggling beyond measure to find even the slightest bit of connection to the light side of the force, but every time you thought of your master's teachings, the way he led you, guided you, it pushed you back to the start... but the dark side let you in, and it embraced you with open arms, like it had been waiting all this time.

"This isn't the Jedi way; this isn't what Obi-Wan would want for you."

"Obi-Wan didn't want for me to suffer like this, either," you said, a tear that threatened to spill over but was held back for the sake of your sanity. You couldn't stand to cry anymore, it just kept you in the same state of pain.

"Going against the order won't do us any favors... the council already looks down on us, anything we do is under their scrutiny."

He tried getting closer, but soon realized that was a bad idea.

"I'm going to be expelled," you let out, scoffing with furrowed brows. You were so confident that it would happen, because deep down, even before you lost Obi-Wan, you felt you weren't meant for the Jedi. You felt that they only accepted you because they had to.

"You won't be expelled. They might act like they hate you, but for Obi-Wan's sake they would still care enough to help you."

“No, they won't. All they have ever done is lie to me. To the both of us. For almost our whole lives, we have been told to follow a code. No emotion, but peace. No ignorance, but knowledge. No passion, but serenity. No chaos, but harmony. No death, but the Force,” you stepped forward to him, and though you were not trying to, your force caused the ship to rattle and vibrate beneath you, “But, anger is what brings me peace. The passion to want to hurt the person who killed him…is what brings me serenity.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, the strained look in your eyes to hold back tears, your clenched fists. It was all too much for Anakin to take. He was still battling the dark, but for you, the darkness had won. The only way you would be coming back to the temple with him would be if by some miracle, killing the bounty hunter gave you your clarity back.

"You will kill him, I promise."

And with that, he was back in the cockpit, leaving you to fume in the hull.

-

The chase was on, and as you spotted the hunters in the docking port to obtain fuel, you heart pounded deeply in your chest. You were hovered over Ahsoka's seat, watching everything going on and making sure you had the perfect view.

"I have eyes on Cad Bane," Ahsoka said, nodding to the entrance ramp on the ship in the dock.

"Are you sure that's him?"

You scoffed and nodded along with Ahsoka.

"Who else wears a hat like that?"

Anakin circled the station slowly, being careful not to attract any unwanted attention, or to give away to the hunter that you were, in fact, after them.

He waited until they were airborne, letting them gain some speed before he rammed your ship into theirs. You jolted forward, catching yourself between the seats as you stood back up into a straight position. You could see them react rather quickly, but they had nowhere to go. The ship they were in had half the speed and agility capabilities that yours had.

"Ahsoka, take over, we'll bring them down ourselves."

You smirked, discarding your cloak and shaking off your nerves. This was finally it; you were about to set in motion a series of events that would end in the death of Rako Hardeen. You hopped at the chance to jump out of the ship with Anakin, landing on the stabilizer panel by the wing.

Anakin tried to gain access through one of the side entry points, but was immediately met with a challenge, fending off Cad Bane. He was perfectly capable of taking him on, and probably ten other men if he needed to, so you left him in order to find your real target.

You climbed up in front of the cockpit, seeing Moralo Evol looked scared out of his wits. You scanned the area, and as soon as your eyes met with the man who killed Obi-Wan, you froze. Something didn't feel right, but that must have been the anxiety talking. Everything else, the hatred, the anger, the fire that was lit beneath you, it pushed you forward.

He looked at you with not a semblance of fear, but with confusion, and dismay. He made eye contact with you, and for whatever you reason, he looked distraught, like he was sad. It didn't make any sense, but you weren't going to let it bother you. In the end, he would die by your hand, and nothing could stop you, now.

You placed your hand on the glass, focusing the new dark energy within yourself, and using it to slowly crack the glass. The hunter you sought after wasn't scared of you now, but he would be. You'd make sure of it.

You detached your lightsaber from your belt, holding it out to your side and activating it, never breaking eye contact with the man you called your target. You wouldn't be letting him out of your sight. His mouth gaped open and having seen the half-bleeding blade of your saber, he now held deep fear in his eyes.

The glass was almost shattered, with only a few lines left to connect with each other, and Rako knew he had to act fast. He shifted the steering on the ship, lifting it into a climb momentarily, causing the ship that Ahsoka flew above it to collide with the top, and send both transports spiraling into the ground. You were thrown from the vessel, along with Anakin and the other hunter, Bane.

You stood to your feet after coughing up a small amount of dust that you'd inhaled, and then you dusted yourself off, force pulling your saber to your hand as it had landed a bit further from you.

You activated it, stepping through the cloud of fog that surrounded you, and finding the man you were here for. He had gotten off the ship, for what reason you were unsure, but it didn't matter. He was making it easier for you.

You saw Anakin step closer to him on the other side of the fog, surrounding him from leaving in any direction.

"You're going to pay for what you've done," Anakin engaged him in hand-to-hand combat, throwing him into a pit, which you quickly jumped into.

Anakin was kicked back into a corner, so you took your chance, pushing Hardeen into the rocky wall that had formed around the hole in the ground.

"You shouldn't have gotten involved," Rako sounded, for lack of a better word, exasperated, like he took no joy in fighting you both. He had no problem in killing your master, so what was any different now, with the both of you?

You took a hit to the shoulder from Cad Bane, who was fast approaching on your left. You deflected his next shots with your saber, and struck forward, taking out one of his boot thrusters. He was grounded for now, and you needed to focus on the target.

Anakin was now tangled up in a bash with Bane, so you fixed your saber on Hardeen, slowly walking towards him as he struggled to stand to his feet.

"You took everything from me," and then you were right in front of him. He looked at you with eyes of pity, and it bothered you to no end. You were about to bring this man's life to a pathetic halt, and he was the one looking onto you as if you deserved to be pitied. You hated him, hated the very ground he stood on.

You raised your saber, only for it to stop in the air, along with your arm. Why can't I move?

Rako tackled you into the ground, deactivating your saber, and pinning you beneath him, arms on either side of your head. He straddled your hips and put nearly all his weight to keep you immobile, before he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I can't hurt you... Stay down, little one."

You froze, a gasp leaving your throat and your eyes widening in shock.

"Obi..." you trailed off, complete disbelief washing over you. You felt a warm, comforting presence embrace you, before his hands at the side of your head faded you into unconsciousness.

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[mollysunder]

Why Did Jinx Make Fishbones Look Like Finn?

You know, as much as Fishbones works as a touching homage to Silco, with its clever inclusion of Silco's visual motifs like his scarred eye and aquatic apex predator imagery. Fishbones also works as a subtle dunk on Finn.

Compared to the original canon, Arcane's Fishbones is more personalized to Jinx's history. So while Fishbones now captures a lot of Silco's style, Fishbones also gets a golden jaw, and only one person has that kind of prosthetic, Finn.

But then you'd have to wonder what makes Finn so special to include on this masterclass weapon that was Jinx's ultimate gift to Silco. These two chembarons couldn't be more different in style and motivation. They wouldn't be in the same room if they both didn't explicitly need something from the other. That's when I realized that in a technical level, Jinx and Finn serve the same purpose for Silco.

Jinx is a well known and feared agent for Silco that makes weapons and dishes out violence, she's practically a one woman army. While Finn's gang, the Slickjaws, operate as hired guns and weaponsmakers. Finn was probably so ready to undermine Jinx in the eyes of the other chembarons and Silco himself because she made Finn less relevant to Silco.

Finn could still be an important chembaron as his gang ran an lucrative industry in Zaun, but Silco never had to be completely dependent on Finn in his Shimmer operation because he had Jinx. And for a businessman like Finn, Jinx was practically working for free! So it's not like he could buy her out, or outright kill the boss's daughter. One, dumb move, and two, low chance for success.

This all begs the question, how deep did the rivalry and resentment run? Was it one-sided? Probably not, because Jinx isn't an idiot and knows when people don't like her. Jinx probably never killed Finn, one, because I'd doubt he ever talked about her the way he did to her face. Two, because she wouldn't outright disrupt an important business relationship for Silco, at least not until recently. But with Fishbones, that all changes, it's the pinnacle of her talents that far surpasses what others like him could do. Fishbones is not just an act of love and dedication, but a power statement against anyone who challenges her position. For Finn and the Slickjaws in general, she can easily replace them with whatever she chooses to make.

Alternate theory: Hell, maybe Silco had Jinx train under the Slickjaws, possibly in an apprenticeship like how Renni's son worked in Silco's factory. Renni's son was probably sent to study the alchemy of Shimmer production, he wore a mask like the original chemist in the Cannery did. And when Jinx proved to be incredibly talented in weapons-crafting and fighting, Silco likely made sure she stayed by his side. Finn could have resented that he lost out on a great asset that turned into competition.

#arcane #jinx arcane #finn arcane #silco arcane #maybe next season we'll see flashbacks of Finn just beefing with a younger jinx #the alt is intriguing tho #chembarons don't fully trust eachother but recognize the necessity of their heirs to understand the respective industries #which leads to a complex system of apprenticeships that can double as polite hostage situations #or just to wndear the next generation to the existing industries #who knows #arcane meta #arcane speculation #arcane headcanon #sort of

[noideabutsims]

Donut Co. Sticker Extravaganza (Pride Pantone Simlish Pack)

Has 22 swatches SIMLISH VERSION - ALL SWATCHES ARE SIMLISH All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar!

Images in game - Most stickers are sized up or down, some using the tool mod! The blue wall background photos were taken of super sized up stickers, so the lines are a bit warbly and a tad off because they're so so super sized! You really can't tell in game at all but if there are any issues please let me know!!

These are meant to be little stickers on the wall. You can size them up and down using the bracket keys. [ ] <- these ones. I personally, use the tool mod to size my items up and down, and specifically with these if you are wanting them to be "perfectly sized" i would recommend you grab tool (and its assistant BBB). THEY ARE LARGE TO START! This is so you can go all the way down to a mini size! Hope this helps!

This item was made using pluto sims posters as a base. I could not figure out how to make them work any other way, and as always pluto saved the day so be sure to check them out!! Link back to Pluto Sims original object ORIGINAL CREATION This does include the mesh with it. (Thanks to pluto for being very generous so please check them out!) This is just a recolor and all credit goes back to Pluto Sims for this mesh, this item would not be possible if i couldn't use this mesh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Donut Co. Sticker Extravaganza Buy Mode Description: Celebrate pride and expose your technological ancientness! Decorate your favorite rooms with these bold and beautiful Pride Pantone stickers... that is, if you can explain what Pantones are to your confused children. Show your support, foster inclusivity, and decorate like a certified graphic designer from the '90s - while also proving you definitely existed before the internet! These bold and beautiful Pride Pantone stickers are sure to add a splash of nostalgia to any room, meaning you will get to relive those glory days by bringing up that magical thing called 'physical paint' your kids have never seen. (Works best if you use the bracket keys "[" + "]" to size up and down, or my personal prefrence of the tool mod!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[physalian]

The Ace Character Guide

I am firmly in the “you don’t need to be part of X minority to write characters in X minority” camp. If we didn’t celebrate people learning, researching, and trying, we’d keep these dividers up. Now if your plan is to write a character explicitly suffering the nuanced and painful circumstances of why they’re a minority maybe don’t do that if you don’t personally have that experience?

Anyway! I want more aces in fiction. Thus, non-aces should get comfortable writing us, cause we’re really not that scary, and there’s a ton of variety within the ace spectrum. I’m including demisexuals in here, but not aromantics because I am not any authority on aromanticism. As seen in the graph above, your ace, or aces, can be wildly different than whatever stereotype you have in your head.

You can be an ace romantic, you can be ace and any other sexuality or gender identity, you can be poly and ace. There is no limit.

So I spent way too long on the above graph that should include gender identity on it but that would require three axes and I want to keep this simple, so for today's purposes "orientation" includes gender identity. Here's five ace characters you could potentially write:

Character A: This character's aceness is neutral, as is their sexuality, since they don't desire anyone regardless of what's in their pants. They might have it from time to time, but will let the opportunity arise and the planets align to feel in the mood for it.

Character B: This character could be gay, bi, pan, lesbian, etc, and are more on the sex-positive side and leaning toward demi. They'll do it, maybe seek it out, but likely not with a stranger and not very often. They might only do it with their partner or someone they trust.

Character C: This character is, for all other intents and purposes, straight and cis. They might have a long-term partner, they might not, but they'll do it when the inclination arises, just probably won't have a hook-up or a one-night-stand with a stranger.

Character D: This character is also, for all other intents and purposes, straight and cis, but they want little to do with sex. Doesn't matter if they're in a romantic relationship. They don't seek it out and might actively avoid situations where they'd be pressured to participate.

Character E: This character is LGBTQ+ of some variety, but still not a fan of sex. They do not need a reason to justify their gayness because straight isn't the default. They might be in a monogomous or polyamourous relationship and in it for the cuddles and attention.

What does all that mean? It means I can write a gay male character who isn’t going to seek out someone to sleep with but might dabble if he’s in the mood and someone approaches him first, and still call him ace. I can also write a straight, cis-woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with it or any of its byproducts, and call her ace.

Asexuality isn’t necessarily a lack of libido, it’s a lack of attraction to other people. Aces aren’t all prude, clueless virgins, our sexuality is self-contained. Or, sometimes, it really is the lack of drive for any and all thoughts and sensations toward sex.

It’s a spectrum. A very wide and inclusive spectrum, which means there’s a lot of room to play around and not very many no-no’s (at least in my opinion). You can still write your aces in sex scenes. You can still write them finding other characters attractive. You can still write them wanting sex at all.

The no-no’s:

Every ace ever has heard “you just haven’t found the right person yet”. If you write an ace and their arc is *curing themselves* you’re completely missing the point

Thus, writing your ace realizing they’re *cured* after some amazing fanfic-level sexy times is also in bad form.

Writing an ace who’s ’I hate being ace it’s misery’ all the time. It’s not miserable. The only thing miserable about it is how we aren’t taken seriously by society.

An ace with a non-ace partner who justifies their partner cheating because they see themselves as “not good enough” or their relationship insufficient. This happens, and this is for ace authors only imo.

Ace who suddenly isn’t because of alcohol, medication, or drugs now *free* from their “disorder”

Ace = autistic/[insert mental disorder]. Yes, sometimes it can overlap, when you have people with sensory issues that includes a dislike for sex, but ace ≠ mental disorder in any way shape or form. If you’re going to write this, you’d better have that neurodivergence yourself or are super close with someone who does.

An ace who is only ace because of trauma, in a book that says asexuality is only possible through trauma and not just a thing that people feel

An ace who thinks they're an incel because they don't think anyone will love them without putting out, and the book's plot proves them right.

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Why does this matter? Why do we want to see representation so badly? Two reasons, I think it can be boiled down to:

Sex ≠ Love. Intimacy doesn’t mean attraction.

Sex ≠ the only motivation a character can have.

Part of the reason I hated Disney’s Loki was because he spent a decade of real-world time being motivated by power, vengeance, redemption, fear, hate, respect, and insecurity. Loki never needed a romantic subplot to fulfill his arc and the one they gave him was garbage.

I support the drifting away from the obligatory romantic subplot, too (for all my aros out there) however, what’s even rarer is a romantic subplot that doesn’t include lust. A romance that is all about the emotional, personal connection, not just physical.

But it’s also about this dire need we have to unlearn that any attempt at physical intimacy at any level certainly means that sex is the endgame, particularly for men. Please write more characters that hug and cuddle on the couch to watch a movie and casually touch each other and even share a bed *without* it leading anywhere. Characters who hold hands just because. Who give cheek/nose/forehead kisses just for fun, or for love. Characters who don’t flip out when their crush takes their shirt off. Characters who can (or even prefer not to) see each other naked without libido getting in the way.

Now then.

What if you do want to write your ace pursuing or getting sex? (Or, fandom forbid, taking a canonical ace and writing them in a relationship and/or getting intimate). Aces can still want sex. But if you’re writing an ace solely to write them in a sex scene, why are you writing an ace?

If that’s only part of their character and not their primary motivation or arc, here’s some suggestions:

An ace who is curious about sex and wants to try it with someone they trust

An ace curious about sex so they hire a sex worker so there’s no perforamce pressure or emotional risk

An ace who will take the opportunity if it arises, but won’t go out looking for it

An ace determined to please their non-ace partner within the realm of their comfort zone (tread lightly here)

An ace who still (annoyingly or otherwise) dreams and fantasizes about other characters, and deals with that alone

An ace who doesn’t like anything done to them, but can get creative with their partner, or vice versa

An ace who does like some things but not all things related to sex. E.g. an ace that likes kissing but doesn’t want to go further than that.

An ace in a healthy and communicative relationship with another ace or a non-ace and there are zero worries of infidelity or the non-ace person leaving them

An ace who says no at any point and their partner listens and they go have fun doing anything else

I didn’t address Demis much but I think many of the same guidelines apply? Demis just have that one special person. But, see? We’re not scary.

I also don’t support the “minority representation must never be painted in a bad light/be the villain/be at all a jerk of a character because reasons”. If you want to make your villain ace, you have my permission. ***however*** Don’t make their aceness the root of their villainy, and don’t make them insult or degrade other characters for not being ace. Also, try to have at least one other ace in the cast, preferably on the hero side.

When in doubt, consult a sensitivity reader. I’m happy to oblige, because I very badly want my own army of fictional aces to fall in love with and they aren’t going to write themselves.

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[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

You know, the thing that pisses me off the most about the Enterprise finale is not Trip's terrible death, or that the crew doesn't even have a proper POV during their finale episode. Sure, these things makes me very angry, but the one thing that makes me see red, you know what it is?

It's the presumption that if the franchise were to be given a goodbye to a not known lenght of time, the ones who had to send it off had to be the TNG crew and none of the other series deserved this honor, as if the other ones - even the Enterprise crew, the one show doing the goodbye - were not worth it.

I'm having a similar feeling watching the third season of Star Trek: Picard, considering they wrote off the entire cast of the series, with the exception of Raffi and Seven. It does feel like once again the TNG crew is kicking out the cast of the original show to insert themselves in there at the end.

But it's not the same because it's a Picard series and Picard was the main TNG character!

Yes, I see this point, somewhat agree with it but. It's not the same. Because this is Picard twenty years after his captain years, and it's about who he is now. We saw him make new friends, a new family in the two previous seasons, and this is now all cast out, as if it was all worthless.

And you see, I'm not actually against the inclusion of the TNG crew in Picard's last season. I think it makes sense to include them; they are Picard's family, after all, and Nemesis left several loose ends. What I'm against is the exclusion of the original cast, when they should have been kept IN ADDITION to the TNG crew being brought back.

But it's too many characters to write about!

Deep Space Nine had NINE main characters (Sisko, Dax, Kira, Bashir, Odo, O'Brien, Quark, Jake, Worf), three main antagonists (Dukat, Winn, Female Founder) and a TON of supporting cast (Garak, Damar, Leeta, Rom, Nog, Morn, Keiko, Kasidy, Ziyal, Martok, Weyoun, Vic Fontaine...) and they managed to juggle it all just fine. More than fine.

But they have to work with much less episodes!

I see this point. It's true; only ten episodes it's not a lot of time when there used to be 26 episodes per season, but you know what? It's still a body of work with almost ten hours of duration. This is just a little less than the hours of the LOTR trilogy, and see the size of the universe and the storylines you're capable of creating with roughly the same timeframe.

If they focused on what matters and if they were to write it well, it is more than possible to juggle many characters and do a good work while you are at it.

Elnor should have been in this season; he could be a foil to Jack, since he sees Picard as a father figure. So should have been Soji, especially now that Data is back; I think he deserves to know he has a daughter. They never should have gotten ridden of Rios. Borg Queen Agnes is very plot relevant, but she's nowhere to be seen.

I'm glad that Raffi has been in this season and its a joy to see her with Worf, but it leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth that her romance with Seven seems dead to me. Trek has a terrible record with queer characters, and Seven and Raffi are the first lesbian couple in the whole franchise (and the only main ones apart of Jennifer and Mariner in Lower Decks), and even if they had highs and lows, at least season two bothered to give them time together and interactions. They barely were in the same room together during this season.

The constantly barbs to the early seasons like the way Troi and Riker talked about their home life, the way they ignore Borg Queen Agnes whole existence... this season seems do disdainful of its predecessors, and even if they were full of flaws, this seems so unfair to me. Especially when this season have such a a weak plot being held together only by the talent and the charisma of the TNG crew, it's really not a good look. The story is weak, it's repetitive, it doesn't make sense when you think about it for too long.

And you know what it's sad? Man, I LOVE the TNG crew. In fact I love TNG; apart from Deep Space Nine, it's my favorite Star Trek series. I prefer it even over TOS. It makes me sad to see them being brought together again so messily, and in detriment of everything the Star Trek: Picard series had previously established, especially when you can see the ways it could have been good.

#my internet connection was down yesterday so i wrote this whole rant down lmao #long post #picard spoilers #star trek picard #Star Trek: Picard

[tremendum]

I love love LOVE the way you writte. Can you give us some tips for writting good smut? It's been years I read fics (I'm 23 now, may as well have started when I was 14) and its rare to find good stuff like yours

thank you bb !! id be happy to give you some of the tips i consider when writing :) ur too kind i appreciate it so much <3 tips below the cut & please feel free to add on!

dialogue is your friend. dialogue keeps readers interested and is a great way to make a story unique!!!! i alwaysssss start smuts by bulleting certain bits of dialogue that i want to see in my fics. it helps with keeping your characters in character if that makes sense.

i honestly tend to use personal experiences for a lot of writing especially with smut, whether it’s bits of dialogue or things that i’ve actually experienced, so that i can recall the way i reacted (and imagine how someone else may react). it just makes the writing much more authentic.

going along with the aforementioned, i always try to think about how i’d really react to dialogue or a certain scenario and use that to apply it to my fic so that it’s not robotic - this goes for plots, too. try to make it at least somewhat realistic!

ok so songs help so much with mood setting. so if you find some songs that you resonate with, listen to them and pull inspiration from the lyrics/music/ feelings you get!! i promise you will not b disappointed and neither will readers

this is just a writing thing that i was always told but SHOW don’t TELL! that means for smut too - just stating something sexual is not nearly as pleasant as describing emotions or sensations or using metaphors/similes to show what is happening. paint a picture. make a movie. how does their body react? breathing/hands/face/voice? heart?

following off my last point. scene building: honestly, this is probably more of a fault of mine bc my smuts are never less than 3k but i genuinely believe that the best way to write good smut is to build the world (what do they see, what do they feel, smell, what time of day/weather, what’s their mood, etc.) and make sure there’s enough room for imagination for your readers while creating the setting.

i also try my very hardest (and still need to work on it) to avoid specific physical descriptions of the reader if it’s a self insert. this is obviously for inclusivity - small things like wording, phrasing, all small things a writer may not think about (like describing a reader as turning red - not all people turn red over their skin color when they blush!!!) this also imo is good for clothing bc not only is everyone’s style different but also everyone’s body is built different and it’s easier to include everyone if you avoid specific descriptions :) it’s hard to do because i often picture someone similar to me (as i’ve mentioned above) but not everybody looks like me and it’s very important to make sure everyone has equal access to all your beautiful writing!!

also PLS PLS i encourage readers and writers and lurkers to expand on any of these ideas and please leave me some tips!! i’m always looking to improve my writing :)

#anon #get to know tremendum #writing tips ✍️✍️ #anyone please add to this

[iggy5055]

Yandere platonic Batfam x Poor reader part 9

Summary: (Y/N) has help from Damian to get ready for the gala and after treatment she can finally talk again, but the party doesn’t go as planned.Let you dirty minds run free even if its platonic, because I do the same damn thing, there is no shame on this page all are welcome, loved and excepted. 

I don’t add anything like weight or hair length/texture, skin color or anything like that so all feel included, I try to make my work as inclusive as possible, if I missed something please contact me if you where offended either way, If I do offend you I am so sorry none of this was meant to be offensive.

TW: This is platonic but that doesn’t mean it’s not suggestive, kidnapping, manipulation, fear, drugging, humiliation. y’all best get ready,  

“ = talking

‘ = thinking

I’M BACK BITCHES!!!!!! WHO MISSED ME!?!?!?!

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Another week with them in my mind felt like a life sentence, long hard and boring to no end. But will all the meds they had me take and some kind of gross drink they gave me about three times a day to help the inside of my throat, along with all the time I was forced to spend with them, the week flew by.

I was finally able to talk but not for long or my throat would get sour, But it was a relief to finally be able to talk.

Even though I could never say the things I wanted to around all of the guys I still got the words out. I had gotten a bad habit of talking to myself. Mostly in the mirror. Like giving myself little pep talks or telling myself everything would be ok.

But the days after Bruce had told me I would be going to the winter ball were annoying as hell . After I fell asleep in Bruce’s office I had woken up in Jason’s room, he was cleaning his twin pistols while siting on the couch still in his Red Hood get up with the helmet beside him on the glass coffee table in front of him.

It didn’t scare me like I thought it would but it still made me nervous as hell. Him holding guns was not something that felt like it was safe to be around.

It took Jason a moment to realize I was awake but after he did, he got up and kiss my forehead good morning and got me some breakfast. After I had a much needed shower and changed into some different clothes. instead of Damian’s shirt he gave me one of his with some of my old baggy sweatpants.

I was glad to see that Damian was right and the bruise on my ankle was finally gone and the pain disappearing with it.  

In all honesty I was getting used to the routine they had all set for me no matter how much I didn’t want to. And eventually the days just blurred together.

When I woke up this morning I was with Dick. Along with figuring out my daily routine I had also found my likes an dislikes of my new life. Even though I couldn’t do anything about the dislikes I felt it was important to take note of them. To both keep my sanity but also because it felt nice to know if nothing else my thoughts were safe. It was like having my own little world.

With the drugs they gave me I was extremely sluggish and couldn’t tense my muscles at all, but even if I was practically trapped in my own head I didn’t mind.

In the beginning it felt like torture, essentially being trapped inside ones own head. But I was also able to gather my thoughts and get a much better control over my emotions. It felt nice being in control of something again even if it was as small as my own thoughts.

But one of the dislikes I had learned was that Dick was my least favorite person to sleep with.

He was so clingy he had to hold me in some way shape or form and always in a way that his body was completely encasing mine.

I liked to sleep with Damian the most. He gave me my space and never tried to hold me. It was clear he wanted me to come to him but as long as I was being given the choice I was going to relish in the space he had let me have for as long as he would let me have it.

Tim wasn’t horrible to sleep with, he would always sleep facing me and I had always turned my back to him. He never minded. In fact none of them did. As long as I was in the same bed as them only Dick cared if I was in his arms or not. But Tim did like his feet to touch mine. I didn’t mind too much. Winter had hit hard early this year and the boys seemed content only giving me the bare minimum in cold protection so I would be more willing to cuddle.

All of the boys were like living heaters so on cold nights I didn’t mind Tim’s feet touching mine because mine were always cold

Jason was my second least favorite to sleep with. He was kind of like Dick in the sense that he always wanted to be holding me. He always slept on his back and often made me curl up on his side with my head nuzzled into his neck and my hand on his chest while he had his arm wrapped around me resting on my side. But unlike Dick after an hour or so he had no problem if I moved to turn away from him.

I knew he was awake when I turned. All of the boys were extremely light sleepers. Especially Damian, he never touched me in anyway when we would sleep but once I flinched in my sleep. I had dreamed of (F/N) again I woke up lightly flinching. not to much, barely even a twitch. After I had started to shake a little but it wasn’t much but even so, just a light little jump was enough to wake him up.

I had spent the rest of that night curled up with Damian crying.

Every morning was the same, they would give me the pain in the ass drugs and I would eat breakfast and switch to the next ‘brother’ for the day.

But this morning was different. Dick had woken me up. Usually they would wait for me to wake up by myself, but not today. But that wasn’t the only thing that changed.

Dick woke me up by lightly running his fingers through my hair.

“Baby bird~ time to wake up.”

When my eyes started to open he cooed at me while lightly kissing my forehead.

“no~o~o~.”

I whined.

I always tried to sleep as much as possible now. The more I slept the less time I had to spend with each of them. That and I had gotten used to the new routine so sleeping in became my normal most mornings.

“Oh come on, baby bird. Today is the winter ball, you have to get ready.”

I blink a few times tiring to get the sleep out of my eyes.

‘Right, a party.’

I sit up rubbing my eyes a little. I stretch out, falling down on my back again feeling my joints pop satisfyingly.

I sit back up and stare at Dick waiting for my lest favorite part of my morning.

Dick just starts back at me smiling fondly.

Dick was already dressed in a handsome suit. It was a regular black suit that fit him like a glove. He had on a white undershirt on and a nice blue tie.

After a minute I tilt my head to the side a little wondering what he was waiting for. Usually they would give me the drugs when I was still half asleep so that my brain wouldn’t realized that I was being given a needle right away. It was their way of trying to help my trypanophobia.

“Whats wrong, baby bird.”

Dick smile faltered for a moment. He was still smiling a little but he had a slightly worried look on his face. He cupped my cheeks with his warm hands. I could feel how hard they were from years of crime fighting and training but all of them had dialed down quite a bit on both training and going out. They only ever went out if It wasn’t my night with them.

“Needle?"

I figured out recently that he liked it when I talked with short sentences. Just talking enough to get the point across. He made sure to tell me it wasn’t because he didn’t like the sound of my voice, no for from. But he never actually told me why. I figured it was because it made me sound like a child. Someone who is innocent, weak, and unable to take care of themselves.

Dick chucked, not at me, more at himself. Seemingly because he finally realized what my seemingly strange look on my face was all about.

Dick especially wanted me to become accustomed to my new life as fast as possible so that I would give in to their every demand. But in all honesty they never asked much of me. Never told me to do anything unless is was just to be in close proximity to them when and where they wanted.

“No baby bird, not today. We want you to enjoy your time as much as possible. Besides, you have been nothing but good so think of this as a little test.”

He smirk and takes both my hands in his kissing each of my knuckles.

“If your good tonight well see about adjusting your dosage to even maybe stopping having to give you that horrible needle we all know you hate so much, baby girl.”

Times like this is why I was immensely grateful that I was so good at hiding my facial expression, I couldn’t help but cringe on the inside at his words. I know very well my life is in their hands. Not just my life, but also my soul, my heart and unfortunately, even most of my mind.

Because when you act for long enough, soon enough it stops becoming an act and more a desperate attempt for survival

I nodded, despite myself and stood up slowly. I never knew what any of the boy’s next move was so I always made my movements slow. Even with the drugs they gave me my movements were always slower then necessary.

I never wanted to anger or make them suspicious of me for any reason so being slow and seeming even more helpless then I already was seemed like the best option available to me.

Dick smiled again but his eyes held so much. His smile was deceiving. He was so good at hiding his emotions, it put my sad attempts to shame. But to be fair all of them were.

But his eyes let him down, I was with the Wayne family long enough to know the truth behind those deep blue eyes.

They held so much complexity much like the ocean they always seemed to represent so perfectly.

His eyes held something malicious in them. But not the kind that represented the wish to kill or harm. No, something much worse would dwell in those deep blue depths. It was the wish to coven and to keep. An obsession that could never be fulfilled only sated by the holding of the poor subject of that deep obsession.

And unfortunately, that was me.

Dick gently took my hand and led me over to the bathroom. He sat me down on the bathroom counted and took a warm wash cloth and wiped my face all over.

They all did this. They liked to touch me as much as possible, so washing my face was a good way stay close.

Next he brushed my hair but not with a brush like one might think. No, he likes to use his fingers.

But to be fair, it did feel great. His hands worked magic. Never yanking on a knot in my hair or pulling in anyway. Lightly massaging my scalp.

I couldn’t help but close my eyes and lean into him.

Dick chuckled at my reaction and kept rubbing in all the right spots till someone came bursting into his room, effectively interrupting his ministrations. To witch I wasn’t completely disappointed.

There was always a moment here and there when I gave into them a little more then I wanted so the interruption was much appreciated.

Dick was less enthusiastic about the interruption then I was however.

“Damn it, what are you doing!!!”

I flinch, I had almost never heard Dick yell before and with how sudden it was I couldn’t help but jump.

“Calm down, its my time with her and I have her dress so shut up.”

Damian was never one to hold back when it came to Dick. Out of all his ‘brothers’ it seemed he was also his least favorite.

He seemed to connect with most Jason but I think that its because both never had a problem with killing and Tim kept to himself so often that no one had the opportunity to have something against him.

Dick let out what almost sounded like a growl. Low and animistic, it sent shivers down my spine. But not the good kind.

“Fine”

He spit out, venom dripping from his voice like a rabid dog.

Damian smirked at his older brother.

Then his eyes fell on me. He tilted his head a little. It was something he did often, it made him seem more approachable and friendly but just like all the others, his eyes reveled his real intentions.

His deep green eyes looked just like his fathers, aside from the difference of color they looked exactly identical. It was a little chilling.

His dark green eyes like emeralds drilled into me, but not harshly, the look itself was intense but it was intense with affection.

With his head still tilted we raises his hand and uses a ‘come hither motion’ with his pointer finger.

My face reddens a little, embarrassed at the motion. It was like I was a dog.

But I did as ‘said’ and walked over, still moving pretty slowly. To slowly for his liking apparently.

Damian sighed and walked towards me. He grabbed my arm.

It wasn’t harsh but it currently wasn’t as gentle as usual.

He hoisted me up and over his broad shoulder.

I grunted when my gut came in contact with the hard muscle.

“GOD DAMN IT DAMIAN, BE GENTLE WITH HER, SHES FRAGILE!!!”

Dick wasn’t very enthusiastic about Damian taking me but apparently my rough handling was crossing his line.

This time it was Damian’s turn to growl. I could feel it vibrating through my body.

‘What the fuck, are they men or tigers?’

After they stair at each other for a while Damian breaks the unblinking eye contact and walks away with me still perched on his shoulder.

Once we got to to his room he plops me down on the couch by the warm fire.

With all the cold weather every hearth in the manor was always lit. It made me wonder where all this fire wood came from.

Damian had apparently had started staring at me during my solitaire thinking. He had a kind of lop sided smile that would make a girls knees weak.

My knees on the other hand was as still as concrete.

He held out his hand to me.

“Come here beloved, lets see you in this dress."

Behind Damian was a gorgeous long low cut dark green dress.

When I tried it on I didn’t really know what to think.

It was a tight fit until right under my boobs and then it was loose but not puffy. It had a slit going up my leg but because it was so loose you couldn’t see it unless I was leaning on my side. The dress was strapless and had a very low cut showing off my boobs, and I mean a lot of boob. It had built in support so my boobs were nicely lifted.

The color had me wondering how angry the others were that I was in Damian’s color and not theirs, or, if they even knew.

When i came out of the bathroom I turned around when i saw Damian. The back of the dress had a crisscrossing back instead of a zipper so I needed a little help.

Although I didn’t like the thought of getting held from them it was either that or let the strapless dress fall off.

Damian let out a deep yet soft chuckle shaking his head a little with his green eyes shut and walked over to me. He lifted his hands, and with the lightest touch anyone could imagine  he laced and tightened the dress just right.

When he was done before I could turn back around he wrapped his arms around my neck

In his hand was a diamond neckless. It was a simple string of dimes held together with sterling silver but dispute its simplicity it was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen

I gasped a little when it touched my skin. It was cold but not freezing, still not something I was expecting, nor enjoyed.

Damian chuckled at me and nuzzles into my hair.

“My little (Y/N), you really are too cute."

I turned around, Damian was wearing a similar suit as I had seen him wear before but this time instead of a regular green tie it was a black bow tie and a green dress shirt.

His hair was brushed back. He really was handsome but all I could see was a mad man with a look of obsession in his deep green depths. staring into his eyes made you lost. Like you are in a lush green forest, but in every forest is a monster, but in this case it wasn’t just one.

I put my head down, I didn’t know what to say and in all honesty I didn’t want to say anything to him.

Damian brushes his fingers on my bare shoulder lightly going up and down in a comforting moment, but his touch was so ghostly it could barely be felt.

I shiver a little getting goosebumps all over my skin, it made me so uncomfortable.

Damian chuckled at me again.

“Come Beloved, let’s finish getting you ready.”

By the time Damian was done with my my hair was shiny and looked like it was done by a professional. My makeup looked so natural, a little blush, some light eyeshadow and a mat dark lipstick. No eyeliner or other, which I really enjoyed and laid from curling my natural lashes I had no mascara on.

I really liked it.

Whenever I see fancy people in the streets the makeup is on heavy and the fact eyelash’s are horrible. I was worried he would do my face up like that, but it was very light. I thought it would feel like I had concrete on my face but with this makeup I looked amazing with very little.

In my head it made no sense that Damian could do hair and makeup so well, at this point I’m pretty sure that there was nothing this man can’t do.

When he was done he kissed my hair and looked at me through the mirror saying I looked beautiful.

Apparently the winter ball wasn’t just an evening thing. In the evening it was only the VIPs but the afternoon was also a part of the party but that was for most everyone. Note I said most, they say its for everyone but apparently its very secluded from the public.

I stood up. My feet a little shaky in high heels. My old job was fine with me just wearing old rarity sneakers as long as I could make my voice sound official and/or fancy.

As I stumble Damian grabs my arm to keep my up right. Once I find my feet again he holds out his arm my me to wrap my hand around.

As he walks me to the front door my head hangs low in thought. Mostly thinking about how my body was feeling. With the drugs I felt light, despite my lack of available moment I felt like a feather. But without them I feel like a fifty pound weight is weighing on my back. It made my feel dizzy, like my brain was spinning violently in my skull.

I lean on Damian, all be it somewhat unwillingly but it was either that or fall on my face from both dizziness and standing on two uneven thin sticks. However to be fair the unevenness was mostly from my lack of experience in the uncomfortable shoes but if I’m forced to wear them all day I imagine that i’ll get get used to it.

Let’s just hope I won’t have to dance, but let’s be real, my luck it horrible.

As we make it down the cascading marble steps to the large dark wood double doors the click and clack my heals draws my attention from my own depressing thoughts to what lay in wait for me.

Dick, Jason, Tim and Bruce are all waiting for me, staring up at me like I was a goddess from the heavens.

While they looked at me as if I was a gift from the heavens, I looked at them like they were demons waiting for me as one drags my down from my safe haven.

“Little one, you look beautiful.”

Bruce took both my hands, rubbing his thumbs on my knuckles in what was supposed to be a loving manner, as he looks me over with nothing my love and admiration in his eyes. Like looking over your daughter in her wedding dress. But all that look made me feel was uncomfortable. It took all of my power no to recoil from him and hide in a corner crying and begging for freedom.

Bruce kissed my temple after that and made his way outside. After everyone kissed me and complemented my appearance we all made out way out to a limousine.

On the way to the venue Jason wouldn’t stop playing with my hair. I was sitting in-between Dick and Jason. and with Jason occupied himself with my hair dick decided my hand was a better thing to fiddle with.

After a while I got both annoyed and irritated at Jason. Dick I could Manage, with Dick this was nothing new but It was a little odd for Jason so touchy. Of course I couldn’t just swat him away so I retreated into the safety of my own mind when a realization done on me.

“Jason?”

I spoke in a soft voice, once I said his name his hand left my hair and instead found purchase on the nape of my neck, rubbing lightly.

“Whats up, baby girl?"

I fiddle with my hands.

“W-why are y-you here?”

The second I said it I regretted it. The question made it seem like i hated him, and although I did, they didn’t need to know that.

I scrunch up expecting a slap or a harsh grab but instead he runs his knuckle softly on my cheek chuckling deeply.

It made a shiver run up my spine. I was relived he didn’t hit me but the atmosphere made me want to hurl.

Jason leaned into my ear, his lips caressing the shell of it.

“I am not going as Jason, baby girl.”

I turn to him, both out of stock and of a need to get his lips away from such a sensitive area.

“W-what?”

All of the boys chuckled at me this time. My face must have looked funny to them in such a shacked face.

“I am going to go to the winter ball as a Anthony Snow, A close friend of the Wayne family.”

I was frozen in place. I had no idea what to thing so I just sat there and nodded to satisfy them.

The rest of the ride was quiet. the only sound being Jasons hand running through my hair.

when we got to the gala venue I was blinded. Even with the heavily tinted windows of the car the lights still made me curl up on myself.

Damian was behind me and pulled me into his chest, pressing a cool hand to my forehead whispering in my ear.

“Shhhhhh, Beloved, no need to be scared. I have you. None of us will let anything bad happen to you.”

Dick came to my feet holding my hands. The limo really was huge.

“All the flashing lights and cameras can be scary, along with the snooty looks for high end peoples. But we won’t let you out of our sight for a second. One of us will always be close, baby bird."

I good and take a few deep breaths.

Dick moves away when Bruce came close. he kissed my forehead after Damian moved his hand.

“Come, little one. It’s time to make yourself known to the world.”

The car door opens and Damian makes his way out of the car first, followed by Dick then Tim and Jason, Or in this case Anthony.

The snapping of cameras and the yells for reporters was so loud and the lights so much brighter.

Girls were squealing at the sight of the four sexy men.

One even screamed “ Damian let me have your baby!!!!!”

I couldn’t help but snort at that.

Bruce stepped out before me and held out his large strong hand. I take it and hesitate for a moment before walking out.

Bruce removes his hand from mine and presented his arm. As I take it I look up. All of the boys waited for me about five steps away from the red carpet smirking at me. God knows what their thinking about.

But that wasn’t what held my attention. The moment I stepped out of the car everything went silent. Aside from the light sound of music coming for inside. It was like time seemed to stop. Reporters had their mouths wide open. Some had even dropped their cameras.

I assume that their staring was because I was with the most reclusive rich man in all of Gotham City. But I imagine the amount of skin I was showing helped all the intense staring.

I kind of find from all the people. All the eyes on me made me want to cry. The stress of the situation just all too much. After being secluded from the wold and people so much My body just moved on its own. Feeling safer with Bruce As close as possible.

Bruce could clearly see my fear as could the other boys. Bruce held be close giving me a kiss on the forehead and the boys glared at everyone around us.

Some of the reporters looked away and some continuing to take pictures as the reporters started to yell questions at him, But never at me. It made me feel like an object.

“Who is the young lady!?!”

“How old is she!?!”

“Is the young women your Lover!?!”

The last one made me blush like crazy as we made our way to the door of the venue on the lavish red carpet.

Bruce chuckled at my reaction.

“Father”

I whine, I hated the implication. I didn’t want to seem like a whore running after the riches man In Gotham who could be her Dad.

He leans down.

“Don’t worry my little one, no-one will think you are my lover after tonight.”

I turned my head at him in question.

When we enter the gala ball room I was even more over whelmed.

Women, more beautiful then I could ever imagine and men, not more scraping as the boys but still very handsome in their own right.

As we walk around, Bruce nodding at strangers (To me at least) as he spoke.

“I have been seeing a wonderful women for a while now. I intend to introduce both her and you to Gotham City tonight, Little one.”

I nod.

“Her name?”

I ask timidly.

Bruce stops. I freeze for a moment wondering if I did something wrong.

My hadn’t was wrapped around his right arm while his left was on my hand. He removes in and leans down a little and points.

He points an a beautiful women at the bar. With caramel skin, kind of like Damians and beautiful short dark hair with hard but also kind green eyes.

“Her name is Selina.”

My mouth falls open, She was wearing a revealing but very nice black dress. It was tight about her incredibly thin figure. She was gorgeous.

Bruce chuckles at my reaction.

“She is… so beautiful.”

My last words sounded kind of sad. I didn’t mean it to be, but in my eyes she was much more beautiful then I was, Even if such lavish clothes, all the women here looked better then me.

I felt so out of place, so wrong. I could feel tears well in my eyes.

Suddenly Bruce took my face in his hands and kissed my eyes one at a time.

“Little one, You are just as beautiful if not more so than all the women in this room.”

I hadn’t noticed Damian come up behind me and rub my bare shoulders. Form the could winter outside my bare skin was still a little chilled but his wands were warm and oh so comforting I couldn’t help my lean into them.

Damian leaned in, His lips ghosting the flesh behind my right ear.

“Come, Beloved. Let us get you something to drink."

I nod and let him lead me away to the bar.

He ordered a whisky for himself and some water for me.

As he sips on his drink I do the same. Looking around I see Bruce and Selina smiling at each other.

Damian Looks at me and sees what had got my attention.

He leans in once more.

“She is kind, but I don’t want you to speak to her.”

I look up at his puzzled. On the inside I was annoyed but I also knew I couldn’t disobey him if I dared.

“Why?”

My voice was quiet and meter. I needed his to know that I wasn’t challenging or disobeying him, just wondering why I could not.

He understood me luckily and smiled warmly kissing my knuckles.

“She is not as she seems, beloved. It is bad enough you know about us and what we really do you don’t need to be put in any more danger. Keeping you safe if our job as your brothers and I intend to.”

His eyes turn hard.

“Even if you don’t want me too.”

I nod, I look around again, not wanting to look into his eyes any longer. As I look around the room I pay more attention to the men.

All looked handsome but also… dangerous. Most of them seemed to be government officials, but some, here and there, looked like… Gangsters?

I could see weapons in their coats, Mostly guns for shoulder holsters, but also the occasional knife.

I clam up once more. Damian could clearly see something was wrong and picked up on why I was so uncomfortable.

He pulled me into his lap and I gasp. Even though no one was looking at us I was still uncomfortable.

No need to be scared, Beloved, no one here dare do anything. Its a power symbol. nothing more.”

I nod and move off his lap.

I needed a moment to myself, with all the people I needed to breath. I lean into Damian, him meeting me half way.

“Can I go to the bathroom? I need a second.”

He looks into my eyes for a moment. Not hard but still searching. Once he is satisfied he kisses my cheek lightly.

“Of course, Beloved, I will wait here and you will come back to me immediately, yes?

I nod and start to walk away when he gently grabs my hand and lightly pulls me back to him. his legs a lightly spread as I stand in between his my hand still in his, the other cliched close to my bare chest.

He smiles at me, kissing my knuckles.

“You have your beautiful voice back now, beloved. Let me hear it.”

He kisses my hand again.

“Please?”

I shudder lightly. He hand never said please before. none of them had.

It made my heart warm, like I was a real person.

“Ok.”

His smile widens.

“I’ll be here, Beloved.”

As I make my way through the crowd I get some strange looks. People knowing that I did not belong in this world.

As I look around I see some of the boys looking at me, I wave and point in the direction of the bathroom, once they see what I was doing they smile at me and nod.

But just before I enter the bathroom I see a, for a lack of better words, horrifying man.

But while scary he was also striking and handsome. I made a mental note not to go near him. His midnight black eyes stabbing into me.

I shudder again feeling the room drop a few degrees.

I walk into the bathroom. I run some water and rub it on the back of my neck, not wanting to ruin my makeup.

I look in the mirror trying not to cry.

After a few minutes I leave the washroom, having calmed down enough. If I had waited any longer the boys would have thought I did something I wasn’t supposed to.

As I walk back to the bar I can’t see any of the boys. It made me kind of scared. not only was I in a room of powerful and dangerous people but I had no one to keep me safe. And they were probably gone looking for me, It worried me knowing how mad they might be.

As I make my way to the bar I keep my eyes open looking for any more of the boys.

I was a few feet away from the bar but with all the people surrounding I could only see the tall wall of liquor behind the bar counter.

As I move throng the crowd I suddenly feel an arm wrap around me and cover my mouth with a damp sweet smelling cloth.

I couldn’t move, paralyzed with fear. my world going black.

My limbs felt heavy but my heart felt fast. But before all goes black I hear a deep graph unknown voice in my ear.

“You will be such a fun play thing, little girl.”

I was shivering and although I promised myself that I would never do so, I found myself thinking.

“Damian… Dick… Jason… Tim… Bruce, Please, anyone… Help me!!!”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere platonic batfamily x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake

[dduane]

Open heart surgery

Concealing this image a bit under the cut, because it may not be for those insufficiently (*cough*) stout of heart.

..The imaged object is going to have to be trimmed of all that fat, and then have cartilage and some of the tougher ventricular material excised. It’ll then spend 48 hours or so marinating in a rough red wine and garlic. (In aid of a better photo than the one presently on EuropeanCuisines.com... )

....The original recipe comes from an old Minitel page that belonged to the Society of French Tripe Butchers. ("Tripes" here being used in the other-offal-inclusive sense that includes things like heart, lung, sweetbreads, etc etc.)

...It may sound unlikely, but after marination and cooking low-and-slow, this is really a fabulous dish. Can't wait until (sort of) Monday...

(Meanwhile: off to ask @petermorwood​ to sharpen the little pointy knife...)

(For those interested in what the process of cleaning a heart up / getting it cooking-ready in this mode looks like, I did take pictures, and will probably assemble a little video of them some days from now. But not right now, as I have stuff to do tonight and then have to run off tomorrow morning for an ultrasound, so... maybe next week sometime.)

ETA: What the heart looked like when the knives and I were done with it...

...And what happened next, when stuff got serious.

...And now I leave it to its own devices out in the Boot Room for at least 24 hours. Might be 48.

#cooking #head-to-tail cooking #waste nothing and thank what's made itself available to you #tw: edible grue #seriously #what a horrific-looking thing

[thelioncourts]

Why do you think they briefly showed that page of the diary that described how Lestat killed the wolves? That one with the dried flower inside. I think it means we’re getting that scene (Lestat’s past) on S2

Okay, so that particular page has been under the microscope of speculation for the last couple of weeks and, what kills me about it the most, is that the Interview with the Vampire Writer's Room twitter account tweeted that the inclusion of that was a mistake.

HOWEVER --

I know they said that, I know, and maybe it's true, but I find it 1) very unlikely and 2) too coincidental and 3) a wonderfully beautiful idea if they go a certain route with it.

The reasons I feel it's 1) very unlikely and 2) too coincidental that it was included are for these reasons: this show has been so specific about everything. During the behind the scenes special, Sam talks about how the matchboxes for the matches even have the Fairplay Saloon logo on them because everyone was that involved with making every small detail count. It's not just stuff like that though, but things like Lestat and Louis' shoes being handmade shoes or the use of practical effects or the entire creation of a backlot, so much of which is reminiscent of old-school Hollywood, something most modern productions don't want to put money toward. I find it so unlikely that a production doing all of that would accidentally put in something as big as Lestat killing the wolves in the scene. The reason I find it too coincidental is because it's not like that particular page was something that was there when Daniel was just scrolling thought the pages; that page is there and able to be screenshotted by all of us because Daniel lingered on that page and the pressed flower there made it so that was a page he opened up to. There's no way that's just a coincident, I'm sorry, IwtV writer's room.

However, where I think the inclusion of it has the place to be a beautiful idea is here: so much of Louis and Claudia's anger at Lestat in the books (and mostly Claudia's anger in the show) comes from Lestat not telling them anything about his past. I will say, the most surprising things to me in the show have been Lestat talking of his past or of Louis/Claudia's knowledge of it (i.e. Lestat talking about Magnus, Claudia telling Lestat "Louis told me about your first love, Nicki", or Louis knowing how old Lestat is, etc.), but, we do still know that he doesn't talk much of his past and it is a point of contingency. The idea of Lestat trying to write down his life story for Louis to read is beautiful because that's....that's the point of The Vampire Lestat. He comes to tell Louis everything he couldn't in the past, for personal and greater-than-him reasons. It's such a good setup for TVL as well as a good angsty bit for Louis. Like, imagine Louis hunting down these diaries and finding Lestat's writing in it and there's the love of his life talking about his past, his story, what made him who he is. How beautiful. How heartbreaking.

I do think we're going to see the wolves in season 2. My personal thoughts on season 2, at least right now, is that we're going to get a dual narrative going during the past, and then an entirely different thing with modern Louis, Armand, and Daniel (and Lestat???). But I think the dual narrative will be Louis and Claudia in Paris in the 1940s while simultaneously showing us Lestat in Paris in the 1780s/1790s. We're going to see Paris in all of its glory in two different time frames and I can already see shots of 1790s-Lestat walking down a street only for it to fade out to show 1940s-Louis walking down the same street. That's my guess of season 2.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #iwtv spoilers #interview with the vampire spoilers #claudia de lioncourt

[noideabutsims]

Donut Co. Sticker Extravaganza (Pride Pantone English Pack) Has 22 swatches ENGLISH VERSION - ALL SWATCHES ARE ENGLISH All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar!

Images in game - Most stickers are sized up or down, some using the tool mod! The blue wall background photos were taken of super sized up stickers, so the lines are a bit warbly and a tad off because they're so so super sized! You really can't tell in game at all but if there are any issues please let me know!!

These are meant to be little stickers on the wall. You can size them up and down using the bracket keys. [ ] <- these ones. I personally, use the tool mod to size my items up and down, and specifically with these if you are wanting them to be "perfectly sized" i would recommend you grab tool (and its assistant BBB). THEY ARE LARGE TO START! This is so you can go all the way down to a mini size! Hope this helps!

This item was made using pluto sims posters as a base. I could not figure out how to make them work any other way, and as always pluto saved the day so be sure to check them out!! Link back to Pluto Sims original object ORIGINAL CREATION This does include the mesh with it. (Thanks to pluto for being very generous so please check them out!) This is just a recolor and all credit goes back to Pluto Sims for this mesh, this item would not be possible if i couldn't use this mesh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Donut Co. Sticker Extravaganza (Pride Pantone English Pack) Buy Mode Description: Celebrate pride and expose your technological ancientness! Decorate your favorite rooms with these bold and beautiful Pride Pantone stickers... that is, if you can explain what Pantones are to your confused children. Show your support, foster inclusivity, and decorate like a certified graphic designer from the '90s - while also proving you definitely existed before the internet! These bold and beautiful Pride Pantone stickers are sure to add a splash of nostalgia to any room, meaning you will get to relive those glory days by bringing up that magical thing called 'physical paint' your kids have never seen. (Works best if you use the bracket keys "[" + "]" to size up and down, or my personal prefrence of the tool mod!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

UPDATE: 2/29/24 - 2 Swatches added - Queer pride and Gay/MLM pride ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DOWNLOAD: Curseforge: https://legacy.curseforge.com/sims4/build-buy/donut-co-sticker-extravaganza-pride-pantone-pack Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99034021?pr=true Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ZzOCYZan1m_1I5ihty94UhDl6GZjaM1f/view?usp=sharing Will be releasing more content soon! stay tuned! ❤️ (NOT affiliated with EA or Maxis in any way! We just make CC! )

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