#but I think they are just being tormented by flies

[folkloresthings]

Okay okay okay, last oneeeee!!!

May I please ask for a NORTHANGER ABBEY with my sunshine boy Daniel Ricciardo and the “who did this to you?” trope?? That trope makes me feral and I just know you’d be an amazing person to write it!!

Thanks in advance, definitely thanks again for doing this amazing event, and I hope you’re doing well, darlin’! 🤍🩵🩷

this is heavily inspired by that one normal people so enjoy the pain i’m so sorry

FIX YOU. ❨ daniel ricciardo x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: toxic family environment, a violent scene but nothing too graphic i hope 🫶

growing up had not been kind to you. life hadn’t dealt you a fair deal — you were the odd one out. all throughout school, you worked hard and focused on the goals you had set out in your head. this meant sacrificing a social life, being cool, having friends. the weird girl in the corner.

life at home hadn’t been much better. with no father around, your mother turned selfish. she became a workaholic, cold and miserable, uncaring for the feelings of her children. your brother was four years your senior and a mean kind of person. constantly teasing, taunting, dangling a rope in front to wait for you to bite. his torment of you was his entertainment.

when you met daniel, you never knew something could be so good. he was everything you’d never had, everything right about the world. and for the first time in your life, you felt loved. daniel looked at you and only you. he loved you, and only you.

“darling,” he’d whisper to you in the middle of the night. “i’m not a religious person, but sometimes i think god made me for you.”

what had been so horrible in your early life didn’t matter anymore. daniel was goodness and light. he was a new beginning, completely disconnected from any bad memories of your life before. you’d told him a thing or two about your family, but never the full truth. never how bad they were.

maybe it was fear of scaring him off, but not once did you invite him home with you. you’d met his parents, they’d taken you in like one of their own, but he’d never once met your mother or brother. he understood, respecting your boundaries, and when you needed to go home he let you go. you always came back.

once or twice a year you returned back to your home for a few days, just to appease your mother and give her nothing bad to say about you. it just so happened that this weekends race wasn’t far from where you’d grown up, so two birds were knocked with one stone.

daniel was busy with practice, giving you enough time to have dinner with your mother and get back to your boyfriend in time for the new episode of the kardashians. your brother wasn’t supposed to be there. but he was, and drunk. stumbling over his own feet, grumbling insults when he noticed you there.

excusing yourself from his stench, you wandered into the kitchen to clear your plate. he followed behind, stalking you like some prey ready to be pounced one. he taunted and taunted but you blocked it all out. you’d learned to blur his words out, stubbing out the knives before they could pierce your skin.

“give me that,” he snatched at the plate in your hand, grabbing until it smashed against the skin, barely missing slicing your hand. you glare up at him, pushing his hands away. your feet carry you quickly towards your old room, unchanged from when you turned eighteen. your bag was there, your plan to get it and go back to daniel powering you on.

you barely realised he was following you until the door you’d just slammed flies back open, crushing you between it and the wall. your nose took most of the blow, and you feel the blood begin to gush your face in an instant. your brother’s eyes are dark when he sees what he’s done, no regret or sorrow behind them. in fact, he’s proud.

when you found your phone, you don’t know. but daniel’s contact is on the screen and it’s ringing out, him answering in only a few seconds.

“hi baby. how was dinner?” the australian chirps, and your heart squeezes with how happy he sounds. the tissue you had pressed to your nasal is damp with red now.

“somethings happened. can you come get me?” you whisper, locked in the bathroom. amongst all of the commotion, your mother hadn’t come to check on you. she didn’t care.

the keys in daniel’s hand jingle in the background, someone calling him as he hurries out of the drivers briefing. he wastes no time in obliging, hearing the urgency in your voice. he doesn’t know what’s wrong, but something is. that’s all he needs to know.

“i’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

his blood runs cold when you come to answer the door. the blood has dried now, around your lips and chin. your nose is already turning blue. he grasps at your arms as soon as he can, softly moving the tissue out of the way to get a good look at the damage.

“who did this to you?” daniel seethes. never in his life had he felt so angry, not when he’d been crashed into or fucked over by strategists. he’d never felt so scared. behind you, he sees your brother slink in from the shadows. he looks at him, then at you, and he knows. “did he do this?”

you don’t even need to nod, the look you give him says it all.

“go wait in the car,” daniel tells you, not giving you a chance to argue. “go. i’ll be there in a minute.”

he waits until you’re out of site before he pounces on your brother. hands on his chest, pinning him to the wall. danny hovers inches over the other, glare piercing through his cocky demeanour.

“if you ever, ever, touch her again, i swear to god i’ll rip you apart,” daniel’s voice is low, and he’s glad you’re not there to see that side of him. the side that would kill for you. “stay away from her.”

your brother sheepishly nods, hitting the wall with a thump when daniel shoves him back. the driver turns on his heel and leaves the house, for what he swears will be the first and last ever time. you’re waiting in the passenger seat, sniffling as you try desperately to clean yourself up.

daniel slides into the drivers seat, turning the heat on and turning towards you. he feels his heart crack to pieces at the sight of you. he’d sworn to protect you a long time ago, and he hadn’t been there. it had been a feeling of hate he’d never felt for himself before.

“no one will ever hurt you like that again,” daniel swears to you, his voice soft but stern. his hand rests delicate on your cheek, the porcelain of your skin threatening to break under his touch. you sink into his touch, a tear slipping onto his thumb.

but you believe him, amongst all of the blood and ruin. you know he’ll do all he can to keep you from harm from this day on, be it caused by him or another. because he’ll never survive seeing you like this again.

“let’s go home.” daniel kisses your blood stained cheek, starting up the car and taking you away from the worst of the night. little does he know, you’re already home. home is wherever he is.

dolly!! 🧚 i know you sent a few other requests before this and i will get to them but i wanted to write this from the minute it came into my inbox

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[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

(repost of this with the video directly in the post because vimeo links are acting up)

Rewatching this scene for the sweet angst, something struck me. In hindsight it's extremely obvious but I'd never thought about it this way.

There's the very obvious parallels with Qui-Gon's death, down to Satine caressing Obi-Wan's cheek, there's that amazing bit of mirrored exchange, where Obi-Wan starts off confrontational and angry and Maul gloating, and then Obi-Wan becomes soft-spoken and empathetic and Maul starts to shake with rage and pain and can't even properly face him, and then there's this.

Maul boasts that the Dark Side is "more powerful than [Obi-Wan] knows," that Obi-Wan's "noble flaw" is a weakness, so why is he trying to make him more powerful? Why tell him to use the Dark Side? Why basically give him a crash course about how it works? Does he want Obi-Wan to retaliate? To escape?

The obvious answer is that Maul isn't trying to make Obi-Wan more powerful. After all, he's well aware that Obi-Wan is a dogshit fighter when he's angry.

Immediately after that last quote, he says "that is not the Jedi way, is it?" as a taunt, and again in The Lawless, he insists "You should have chosen the Dark Side, Master Jedi."

So he's simply trying to destroy him as a Jedi, right? Because he knows that's what make Obi-Wan who he is, and he blames Obi-Wan for robbing him of his status along with his life, so he wants to destroy Obi-Wan's life in the ways that matter (since, as Obi-Wan says, just killing him is nothing like destroying him). But if that's the case, then we're back to the "power" issue. What's the point of destroying Obi-Wan if it's by giving him what Maul claims is his own identity, and the key to freedom?

And imo the answer lies right here:

Why would killing Satine make Obi-Wan share Maul's pain? Why would Maul regard the pain of losing a loved one (something he's completely unfamiliar with at this point) as equal to his torment? Why isn't he chopping Obi-Wan in half and keeping him alive with Nightsister magick instead? Why would the murder of one of Obi-Wan's loved ones, picked almost at random, be THE "moment" Maul has been thinking about "for years"?

I think he really isn't talking about Satine's murder in and of itself when he talks of pain. The pain he wants Obi-Wan to share isn't the pain of loss, but very simply the pain of living in the Dark Side.

That's why Satine really is just a "tool" to his vengeance, as he says, and not the main point. That's why he's so enraged that Obi-Wan insists on showing him compassion even through his fear and anger - being kind leaves you open to grief but protects from the agony of the Dark.

Maul wants Obi-Wan to Fall, to stop being a Jedi, not because he truly believes the Dark Side gives you good things, but because he knows the Dark Side makes you miserable.

He tries to freaking teach Obi-Wan how to Fall, like Obi-Wan is a Sith apprentice, because being a Sith is the most miserable you're ever going to get! He tries to make Obi-Wan suffer by making him like him! He's so self-loathing his hatred of Obi-Wan materializes as self-hatred!

And hey, that greatly complements the end of the episode - Obi-Wan resists the Dark Side and escapes the planet, and Maul revels in it and immediately loses the only person he cares about and ends up crawling and crying while Sidious gleefully tortures him. Maul falls victim to every form of suffering he wanted to inflict on Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan flies away. In the end, Maul is proven right: being Fallen really f*cking sucks.

Really accentuates that Maul wanted relief above all when he sought out Obi-Wan in Rebels. He went to the only person who had shown him actual compassion, and the person he knew was best at resisting the Dark Side - so he could finally be free.

#darth maul #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #maul #star wars #jedi vs sith #the dark side #the lawless #meta #my meta #long post

[muffinsin]

👀 anon here, brilliant work as usual, thank you! Hope you don't mind, I have another request: how would the girls react to being woken up with head? And i suppose this goes into would they be into somno (with consent ofc)? I'll leave it up to you if you want to give the girls or their s/o a g!p

(Also to answer your q, i previously requested the ones you've tagged as: Dimitrescu sisters cockwarming HC and Dom G!P dimitrescu sisters trying not to orgasm etc)

Not at all! I love the requests! Working on a few as of now👀 I’ll do both! ;) might do a separate hc post on the somno one, I’ve got a Daniela request for it somewhere ;)

Masterlist

Bela

When she is the one giving head

Bela likes to think she is controlled, really

However, that flies out the window the moment she sees the large tent in the blankets when she wakes up

It doesn’t help that she’s had such a naughty dream either

She wants to play with you, and she doesn’t want to wait

The two of you have talked about one pleasuring the other while asleep, and while originally your conversation included fucking the other out of sleep, this still counted

Bela feels a blush on her cheeks when she pulls down the blankets and your shorts

She feels so naughty, undressing you with the sole purpose of sucking off your hard cock

It’s not often that you ask her for help in the morning. This time she gives it without you needing to request it

She wraps her lips around you first, her mouth warm and her tongue skilled. She knows exactly how to make you feel good

Her goal is to ease your erection by making you cum, of course, but she wants you awake for that

If you’re a heavy sleeper and won’t wake in time, she will simply edge you until you’re awake

She thrives off the surprised, but pleased face when you wake up to her face between your legs, her lips wrapped around you

When she’s the one receiving head

Bela is used by her morning erections. It’s rare she asks you or uses you to deal with them though. They’re something minor, really

However, it does arouse you to wake up to her whines whenever you accidentally brush against the tent in her nightdress

It doesn’t help that the sweetest of sounds are drawn from her so fast. She’s so sensitive, even a light shift causes the fabric to run across her tip and drags sweet whimpers and moans from her

When you first ask her about waking her up with a blowjob, she doesn’t understand the appeal of it

If she’s asleep, she won’t feel it, will she? She agrees nonetheless, excited at the new scenario

When you awake to her moans and gasps in your ear, and see the familiar tent in her light nightdress, you take action

You don’t bother undressing her, instead just push up her light dress and pull down her underwear

Upon wrapping your lips around her, Bela reacts immediately. She’s sensitive and even asleep, very well aware of the pleasure given to her

She’s a very light sleeper and wakes up in no time, moaning and gripping your head

You better not dare stop. She’s riled up and desperate for this orgasm now. Take it from her, and she will simply use you until she receives it nonetheless

Cassandra

When she is the one giving head

She loves to tease and torment you

And she just so happens to enjoy sleeping on top of you

Now, those two things don’t mix too well when she awakens to a hard cock pressing against her stomach

Or do they? They certainly do for her

Very early on has she clarified whether she can toy with you while asleep. Knowing you’re alright with it gives her many exciting opportunities

She won’t waste time at all, instead simply rip and tug your clothes until her prize, your hardened cock, is revealed to her

She likes to start slow, with teasing touches and kisses, licks and light sucking. She wants you to beg, even when unconscious

A twitch of your dick will usually grant you her lips around you properly

She likes to wake you up with an orgasm, and continue right when your pretty eyes open and set on her

Often this means you two stay in bed for a long time, until she deems she’s finished with you ;)

When she is the one receiving head

She has a high sex drive, this even reflects in her dreams

It’s by far not unusual to notice your girlfriend having a sex dream

However, it gets especially fun when you feel her hard cock under her dress

Casssandra makes it clear early on that she doesn’t mind you playing with her while she’s asleep. Whether asleep or not, it’s all the same to her

When she has a particularly good dream, you strike

Your hands play with her balls as you work on her, throating her and drawing more moans from her

Unlike when she’s awake, she won’t hold back with them when unconscious. It’s the perfect opportunity to make your girlfriend moan and squeal from the pleasure even

She is a surprisingly heavy sleeper, but will wake up right before her orgasm, demanding you finish your work

Often, if not usually, this game of yours ends with her cock deep inside of you and your body marked

Daniela

When she is the one giving head

She’s the sluttiest of the sisters, there is no other way of saying it. And she especially loves to suck you off

This includes, and especially applies, when you’re hard

Being asleep is no difference, really. You poor thing, she just wants to help you, her darling lover

She begs you to allow her to let you suck you off when asleep. You agree, excited at the idea of waking up to her mouth on you

Daniela giving you head in the morning is not at all unusual, but almost a part of the routine

Still, it makes you gasp when you wake up to her lips around you and her tongue swirling against you

She will either settle for one orgasm, or attempt to get another out of you, at times even straddle you and let you cum inside of her. This depends entirely on her mood

Rest be assured though, the sweet redhead will clean you up ;)

When she is the one receiving head

Daniela often asks for your help in the morning

She doesn’t feel like taking care of herself if you can do it instead

She also doesn’t at all mind you toying with her while asleep. She thinks it’s arousing as hell and practically begs you to do it

When you finally combine this, she is over the moon

You don’t bother removing her clothes upon waking up to her bulge pressing against you, instead hike them up and slide your hands over her

You aren’t shy about groping her. Each touch drags a sweet whimper from her

You like to tease her before putting your mouth on her. Daniela is a relatively heavy sleeper and won’t wake from a few gropes here and there

When her tip leaks precum and twitches, you get to work

Daniela won’t wake until her cock is soaked in your spit and she’s mere moments from her orgasm

“My love..!”, she begs. She wants to cum so badly. And not just that, she wants to fill you now. She wants to feel you around her so bad

How could you deny your sweet redhead?

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #👀 anon

[dracowars]

Do you think you could write a part two of The Right Thing? It’s so good🥺👉🏼👈🏼

the right thing² | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 3,5k

summary: where draco and y/n meet again after her betrayal

a/n: i know it took ages but i finally managed to write the sequel to the right thing, yayyy!! since this is one of the few stories that i came up with by myself from scratch, it truly means a lot to me and made it so much more difficult to write a part II because i really wanted it to be perfect >.< so many of you have been asking for a second part, so here we finally are (check out the first part here) <3 please make sure to leave a comment and reblog, it literally means the world to me and is so important! thank you for reading and for the constant support, i love every single one of you ♡♡♡

warnings: angst, violence/abuse, mentions of blood, mentions of severe injuries, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

Shocked and completely stunned, Draco stares at where you were still standing a few seconds ago. Where you were standing before you vanished into thin air and disappeared. Barely believing what just happened, Draco’s mind torments him by repeating how the dagger flies straight towards you over and over again, which is why Draco’s legs suddenly go very weak and he collapses.

He feels his mother trying to lift him back onto his feet, but Draco’s body no longer obeys his commands. The uncertainty is killing him. He is too weak and all that is left of his body is an empty and lifeless shell. Narcissa talks to him, but her words don’t get through to him, her voice far away, like hearing a sound through masses of water.

You are gone and with you, you took a part of him.

Draco doesn’t understand why you did what you did. Why you stood up for the enemies, for the people you were supposed to be hunting down and hand over to the Dark Lord. That was your task, your job as a Death Eater.

But by helping and freeing them, escaping with them, you decided against your own kin. Against Draco.

The chaos that surrounds him now as his aunt ferociously screams and can hardly be contained is only shut down when Voldemort steps into the living room through dark shadows, exactly on the spot where you disappeared moments before, a vicious grin on his lips as he is holding his wand in his bony hands, ready to strike. As soon as he takes a look around, however, his facial expression changes drastically.

The pain that Draco has to endure shortly afterwards is unbearable.

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Breathing heavily, you are roughly placed on top of a wooden table, your entire body trembling in pain while the people around you blur before your eyes, turning into mere silhouettes. Tears stream down your cheeks from the excruciating pain, your hands clasped around the dagger whose sharp blade has disappeared into your abdomen, streaked with blood. During apparating here, it felt like your entire body was falling apart, shredding, bursting. Hardly able to grasp a clear thought, there is only one thing that comes to your mind at this moment.

“D-Draco.”

“She is bleeding out! We need to do something”, you hear Hermione say from afar, your world spinning around you as your limbs grow limp and the blood in your veins slows down. You perceive that you are being touched, here and there you feel a little sensation, but your eyes no longer focus and black dots cloud your vision.

The pain you feel as the dagger leaves your body is unbearable.

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Slightly limping, you follow the others through the corridors, some of which are now hardly recognizable as such. There is rubble and ash everywhere, no wall remains intact. But some of them keep the castle upright with their last strength and allow you to escape through the long hallways. Hermione leads the way, the map of Hogwarts imprinted deep inside of her, so you won’t get lost, with you and Ron close behind. Harry has gone the other way with Luna and Neville to help other students.

Your hand gently pressed against your side where, beneath layers of thick bandages, the wound inflicted by Bellatrix denounces, makes itself known with every step, taunting you. Your will is stronger though and you don’t let it influence you, following your new friends to a part of the castle that had remained more or less intact. What you did not expect, however, is that two Death Eaters are waiting for you, wanting to put an end to this. Two Death Eaters who look all to familiar to you: Dolohov and Goyle Sr.

“Ah, ah, ah. Who do we have here?”, Dolohov laughs enthusiastically, his wand playfully waving between his fingers as if neither of you were remotely a threat to him. Immediately, he gets your blood pumping through your veins with that disgusting grin of his.

“If that isn’t little Y/L/N”, Goyle Sr. adds as they both slowly walk closer to you. “Foul traitor.”

“Your father is so terribly disappointed in you, dear. Oh! And don’t even get me started on the Dark Lord. He really wasn’t thrilled when he heard about your betrayal”, Dolohov mentions with mock pity, lower lip pushed out in a pout. The mention of your father makes you heart beat even faster and the thoughts you have been suppressing ever since come crashing down on you.

“Your poor father, he suffered a lot because of you”, Dolohov laughs mischievously, turning the seething anger inside of you into a roaring fire. “Your mother really died in vain just to give birth to a monstrosity like you. What a shame, I truly liked her.”

With those last words, he finally goes too far and you immediately fire off a magic spell that sends him slamming across the corridor and against he last remains of a stone wall. Ruthlessly, you let out all your anger on Goyle Sr., who ends up lying on the ground next to his friend, unconscious. Dolohov, who gets up quickly, doesn’t have a change against you and your friends anymore, but still manages to cause a streak of purple flames with a sudden slashing movement of his wand at the last moment, severely burning your arm. Eventually the two Death Eaters are knocked out and weakness overcomes you for a few seconds, making you stagger sideways. If it wasn’t for Ron and Hermione quickly supporting you, you would have made contact with the hard ground.

A while ago, these two men were part of your family, they had the same goals as you before you decided to follow the only right one. You can vividly remember Dolohov teaching you new curses and Goyle Sr. raving about your upcoming marriage to Draco Malfoy.

Draco.

“Come on, Y/N. We have to move on!”, Ron shakes you back into reality, to the here and now, before you regain enough strength to stand up unaided. Without further talking about what just happened and the ease with which you suddenly defeated the two wizards, you continue running through the hallways, which are echoing with agonized screams and explosions. The flesh wound caused by the flames on your forearm burns at the contact with air and the puncture site on your abdomen tugs uncomfortably, slowly eroding your strength.

After escaping Malfoy Manor a few days ago because of your help, there wasn’t much time to calm down and rest. Fleur and Hermione have done their best to sew up your wound and hurt you as little as possible in the process, but such a deep and fatal wound will take time to fully heal, probably leaving a scar that will forever remind you of your actions. Time you simply don’t have.

To this day, even now as you walk and fight through Hogwarts with two parts of the Golden Trio, you are not sure if your decision was the right one after all. Guilt plagues you every night, and the looks that Draco and his family gave you while committing your incredible betrayal haunted your dreams. You will never forget the disappointment on their faces, this sheer bewilderment. You have hurt numerous people who were so important to you with your actions and yet, you know deep down that it was the only right thing to do.

After a few minutes of fighting your way further through the castle, you come across the rest of your group that is currently in the process of defeating three Death Eaters. Quickly, you join the fight, but as soon as the Death Eaters see you, it suddenly seems a lot more important to kill the traitor than the Chosen One that the Dark Lord has been after for ages.

“Y/N!”, Harry shouts at you in panic, but unfortunately any warning comes too late and you are thrown through the air, landing on the hard ground several meters away with a loud bang. Desperate and in pain, you try to push yourself up with your arms but without success and you collapse again while the others are cornered by the Death Eaters.

A pain you haven’t felt in a long time runs through you all of a sudden and you quickly look at your arm, the source of this sudden pain. The black snake slowly coils around the skull, the tattoo moves on your skin and makes you cry out in pain before the realization hits you hard and you roll onto your side.

“Harry! He is coming!”, you yell at him, clutching your arching arm to your chest. Harry’s eyes widen when he hears you and he immediately understands what you mean. Luna and Ron rush in your directions to pick you up and flee with them, but unfortunately, they are nowhere near you when the ceiling above you is hit by a Death Eater’s curse and collapses with a crash. Some of the pieces come dangerously close to you before the loud noise disappears and you find yourself separated from your group, from your friends.

Groaning in absolute pain, you pull yourself closer to a rock in front of a wall, finally managing to lean your back against it. Breathing heavily, you open your jacket, already tattered from the fighting, and look at your lower body. The thick bandage intended to protect your wound is almost brimming with blood. Softly cursing to yourself, you press your palm onto the red bandage, unable to suppress a cry of pain.

You should have suppressed it, however, as you have now drawn attention to yourself and you hear footsteps that are suddenly coming in your direction. Knowing that you are not able to escape in your state, you aim your raised wand at the end of the hallway, just waiting to cast the first spell you can think of to keep whoever it is away from you.

You just didn’t expect that person to be Narcissa Malfoy, turning around the corner. You are speechless for a moment, and without really thinking about it, you lower your wand as soon as her eyes meet yours. Abruptly, she stops, eyes wide and her own wand ready to fight, aimed squarely at you. If you didn’t know better, you would imagine her hands shaking with every step she takes towards you. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have the strength to raise your wand now. Seeing her gave you a glimmer of hope, until bitter reality caught up to you.

She is a Death Eater and her only goal is to hunt down Harry Potter for the Dark Lord. If she runs into the traitor while doing so, she can quickly defeat her too.

But Narcissa does nothing of that sort, but suddenly lowers her wands as she seems to realize something, running towards you with quick steps, lifting her long black skirt so that she can get to you even faster.

“Y/N!”, she loudly says upon approaching you, noticing your dire condition. “Oh god, what happened? Dear, are you alright?”

Since you didn’t expect such a reaction, you are left speechless and the incredible pain you are still enduring doesn’t help. You open your mouth several times to answer her, but you can’t get a single word out. You don’t deserve her sympathy. Not after what you did. Not after you caused her so much suffering.

When Narcissa looks down at you and sees your wound, she sucks in her breath sharply, but quickly catches herself and looks you in the eyes.

“We will fix this, Y/N, ok? You just have to.. hold on a little longer”, Narcissa talks to you caringly and thinks about how to best get you out of here as quick as possible.

“Narcissa- Please don’t”, you stop her movement and grab her hand, unintentionally spilling your blood on her skin. You look at her with tears in your eyes. “I d-don’t deserve it.”

Horrified, Narcissa looks at you, examining your face for any signs that you actually mean what you are saying, and opens her mouth to say something, but…

“Mum?”, a deep voice suddenly sounds behind Narcissa and she turns around, giving you the opportunity to look at the corridor as well. Draco.

His body clad in a black suit that is already covered in dirt and ripped at the arms, Draco stands there looking over at you, the hand holding his wand clutched tightly at his side. As your eyes meet, pain rips through your broken heart, another piece breaking off. It feels like an eternity since you last looked at him, and yet a sense of security suddenly washes over you. Although Draco is exactly the person you can’t expect any protection from anymore.

But you didn’t think that he would come rushing towards you the second he realizes whose eyes he locked with. He kneels in front of you, taking your face in his hands firmly while leaning his forehead against yours. He should yell at you, he should ask you what the hell you were thinking, he should loathe you, and yet he touches you so tenderly as if you had never done anything wrong, as if you didn’t tear his heart into a thousand pieces.

“Oh, thank Merlin, you are alive”, Draco repeats over and over like a mantra, running his hands over your body without ever touching it for fear of losing you again. On the other hand, you thought that you were already lost in his eyes anyway.

“Please, Draco. Don’t-”

“I only saw how the dagger disappeared with you. It rushed right at you and I thought- I really thought..”, Draco stutters, not able to finish his sentence, and puts his hand on the back of your head, pulling it to his chest so he can place several feathery kisses on the crown of your head. “You are alive.”

With his hand on your cheek, he now looks deep into your eyes and although you expected to see pure hatred and raging anger in them, they are bathed in hope and affection only. The relief of knowing that you are alive even made him forget how much you actually hurt him. A pale scar runs along Draco’s cheek to his left eye that wasn’t there when you last saw him, and you hate yourself for it. Whatever happened to him, you weren’t there.

You raise your trembling hand to touch his skin, but as soon as you do so, Draco already grabs it and pulls it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Your engagement ring is still glittering on your finger and Draco’s slightly simpler ring is still where you last saw it, on his finger. A quick stray glance at Narcissa, who is eyeing you with concern, is enough to finally make all the dams burst and the tears flow down your cheeks.

You thought they hated you. You thought you would never be able to face them again without them wanting you dead. But you were so incredibly and terribly wrong.

They are still your family. The family you never had but found in them. Family supports each other without limits and they are here now, with you. In the worst of times, they came to rescue you. That is what makes a true family and no blood in the world could ever compare.

“I’m so terribly sorry”, you whimper as Draco pulls you into the most loving hug you so desperately needed.

“Don’t apologize, angel. Please don’t apologize”, he softly whispers in your ear before kissing your forehead several times, wiping away your tears with his thumb, although there are some tears running down his own face as well. “You did the only right thing.”

“W-What?”

“You opened our eyes, Y/N. Family is and always has been the most important to us, but we seem to have lost sight of it”, Narcissa tells you gently, stroking your hair. “All these years we’ve been blinded. We supported something so terrible, contributed to what happens today, but that has to stop now. Never again do we want to be responsible for the suffering of others.”

A huge, heavy load falls off your shoulders and it seems to be evident on your face, because Draco softly runs his finger along your chin again.

Narcissa is right. You too have supported all of this for far too long, your father dragged you into all of this, even before you were born you were doomed to follow the Dark Lord unconditionally. Unlike Narcissa, unlike Draco, unlike your mother, you were the first to finally turn on Voldemort. And now they will follow you.

Everything ends today.

However, when you want to rise up to pull Narcissa into a hug the next moment, you are quickly thrown back into the bitterness of your reality. Your huge wound is still gaping at your stomach and the pain is unbearable. Narcissa and Draco exchange looks before Draco scoops you up in his arms without any hesitation. No matter how careful he is, you still whimper in pain and your vision is once again littered with black dots. Before the darkness invites you in, you hear the last few words between Draco and his mother from the distance.

“She needs help or she will-”

“I know someone who can help us.”

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Sharply inhaling as if you were about to drown and are now surfacing, you awake from your unconsciousness, only to be greeted by three figures romping around you. Fear and terror runs through your veins, not knowing where you are or with whom.

“Vulnera Sanentur”, a deep voice repeats three times in a row, and you have to blink a few times to finally make your eyes focus. It is only when you see Draco, Narcissa, and Professor Snape in front of you that you realize all your pain is gone in an instant.

Looking down at yourself, you are in shock to see that the spot where your huge wound inflicted excruciating pain upon you is gone, only a small scar left to remind you of what you experienced. Carefully, you run your hand over it and when you don’t feel any pain, you look around, not knowing what to say or how to say it. They saved your life. Again.

“Now that she will be among the living for a bit longer, we must proceed with the plan”, Snape says bluntly, turning to Narcissa who is still eyeing you with concern. When your eyes meet, she manages to muster a small smile.

“What plan?”, you question, sitting up with Draco right by your side, just in case.

“Even though we have done horrible things, being at Voldemort’s side for years turns out to have its perks”, Snape explains gravely, motioning for you to follow.

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You are completely surrounded, with only Death Eaters swarming around you who would like to see you dead immediately. And right in front of you, amidst the circle of his companions, is the Dark Lord himself. He clutches his wand in his bony hands, a victorious grin on his serpentine face. His malicious laughter rings out and soon everyone on his side joins in.

“Now it will end like this”, Voldemort speaks up in a voice as if announcing your end to the whole world. You stand back-to-back with Draco, your hands that are not holding your wands intertwined. Next to you your friends – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, even Neville. They all stand by your side, facing the enemy for one last battle.

“You will never defeat us”, Draco announces proudly, telling the truth. Because Voldemort feels so sure about his victory that he apparently lost sight of how his followers feel about him. That is why he doesn’t see how the majority of his Death Eaters, including your father, who just had their wands pointed at you, is aiming at him now. That is why he doesn’t see how many have turned against him in all this time he has led with fear and terror. So, the last thing he sees is everyone turning against him and condemning him to death together, making the world a better place again.

As soon as he turns to ashes and dust before your eyes, you can’t believe it at first. And you don’t seem to be the only one with that feeling, because there is pure silence. At least for a few long seconds, until suddenly, loud and trembling, cheering breaks out and everyone is laying in each other’s arms.

Relieved, Draco pulls you into such a tight hug that it takes your breath away and the next moment, many other arms are wrapped around you. It is finally over.

There are a lot of casualties, a lot of injuries, a lot of dead. But in the end, you are still here, Draco and you, breathing, standing. And you created your very own happy ending for yourselves by doing the right thing.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy os #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy one shots #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy ff #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fluff #draco x female reader #draco x y/n #draco fluff #draco angst #draco os #draco one shot #draco one shots #draco imagine #draco imagines #draco fic #draco ff #draco fanfic #draco fanfiction #hp imagine #harry potter os

[meowgrly]

I was just thinking how thrilling it would be for someone to just take complete control of me. Like I’m soaked and throbbing, but before anything you want to see me beg.

So I finally mutter out the words, “Daddy please touch me.”

You decide to give in, as you torment me, but this time.. it’s not keeping me from cumming, it’s making me cum until I physically can’t anymore.

I’ll be whining and begging, but you’d just shove your fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet as you murmur words of humiliation twisted with praise in my ear for still being able to hold myself up.

Time flies, possibly even hours and I’ve came a good amount of times. I’m drooling everywhere, my mind practically empty, my legs trembling.

You start whispering in my ear reminding me of my place, “Atta girl princess, pretty girls don’t need to worry about thinking. The only thing you need to think about is how many more times I’m gonna make you cum for me.”

Then my mind could only drift about how long you would make me carry on, knowing I’m absolutely exhausted and possibly on the verge of passing out from exhilaration and exhaustion.

#bd/sm blog #daddy’s babygirl #nsft brat #spank me daddy #daddy d0m #dumbification #praise k!nk #smut #soft d0m #praise me #humiliation kink

[running-with-kn1ves]

Anything with pretty men pls😩😔 the hold they have on me i swear—pretty pathetic men who would grovel at your feet and are always trying to cling unto to you whenever they—with s/o on the side just being freaked out by this man who's always begging them to please hurt them good or whetever that means🙂. ON THE OTHERHAND, there could also be others who know their gorgeous and use it to their advantage to make everyone around them disposable as they immediately swoon at their feet, while their s/o is all like "ugh this cocky perverted bastard again🙄" the yandere is like "YOUR cocky perverted bastard, darling~"

(or you know both at the same time BWAHAHAHA im here for the chaos)

ALSO A THOUSAND REALLY?!?!?! I SWEAR I WAS HERE WHEN YOU HIT 50O OR SOMETHING GOSH HOW TIME FLIES HONESTLY GOOD FOR U—YOU DESERVE IT💗

Aaaa thank yOU!!! >:)) I'm honestly surprised too-- didnt think I'd ever really make it past 100!!

Ugh aren’t they just the best when they’re pouty though? Like sad wet cats after coming in from the rain. Men who know they’re attractive, know they make their s/o flustered and use it to their advantage. They can swoon just about anyone and make them do their bidding, but for some reason their darling holds out. 

Even when they’re crawling on their knees, eyelashes fluttering and tearful as they beg you to touch them, to give them an ounce of affection or acknowledgement. They’d even take a few hits from you, as long as it means you’re placing your hands on their body. These men are the type to use their pretty privilege in the worst ways. They sway others to torment their darling, only so they can show up and be a savior. and of course after protecting their s/o from such "bad people" they deserve to be rewarded too, right?

They steal their darlings clothes and personal belongings, getting caught red-handed only to be forgiven at the drop of a hat. Hell, they could probably be nose deep in their darling’s shirt or --other garments-- in public with little backlash. These men are lucky that so many people excuse their actions, else they’d hardly manage to keep up their possessive habits. 

They corner their darlings in small alleyways where no one can see, just for some limited privacy, and always stand just a little too close, whether it be to get a good whiff of their s/o’s scent or so they’ll accidentally bump into one another. 

These types of men are so desperate and yet are never satisfied. Their hunger for their darling is insatiable, always asking for another kiss or another touch with the prettiest of eyes that are so willing to do anything to get what they want. They have no reservations about begging their s/o for what they desire, daring even to cling to their sweetheart's knees in public as long as they get something out of it. But dare their darling show attention unprovoked? Well, that just might send them over the edge. 

They always have some sort of blissful expression on their face when they're being touched, pearl white teeth biting their lips as they imagine so much more. Everything about them is so sensitive, so open to being fondled and stroked, whether their s/o is willing or unwilling. And while they always want more, they hardly complain about what they get, even if that's a gentle kiss or a bleeding bite mark, as long as it’s something. 

#kn1ves rants #x reader #reader insert #writing #self insert #yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #fanfiction #knives rants #fiction #yancore #yandere community #yandere imagines #yandere thots #thots #yandere headcanons

[toaster-trash]

Do you ever notice how it’s only ever “mental health awareness” until said mental health starts making other people uncomfortable? People preach about suicide awareness until they have to actually face what would make somebody want to kill themselves.

Society has this thing where it’ll go on and on “reaching out” or for example “talking to a school counsellor” but the only image people have in their heads is some teenager from a troubled home, divorced parents probably, suffering from some mild depression, a bit of anxiety, and then they’ll comfort them and oh won’t they be the absolute hero, being such a good support to a poor suffering soul.

And of course, that hypothetical scenario I just gave is perfectly serious in its own right – of course no matter the severity of the mental health condition, no matter what the individual has gone through, of course they’re still deserving of help and comfort and love, and of course “mild depression and a bit of anxiety/divorced parents” is absurdly shitty to have to deal with and nobody should have to go through that alone, and yes, of course they should be comforted (although wholly without the aforementioned saviour complex.)

But society preaches about supporting those pushed outside the norm by their psychological health, but even then it fully has its own idea of what is inside the norm of outside the norm. Anything that falls outside that is pushed away and not spoken about, or, frankly, even viewed as depraved in some form or another. The moment somebody’s psychological condition starts to make people uncomfortable, all their self-righteous rhetoric about supporting those who need support flies outside the window, and society starts to panic. ‘“It’s ok not to be ok”, unless you start to make me feel uncomfortable.”

For example, yes, support the mentally ill until the mentally ill start to have intrusive or violent impulsive thoughts. Support the mentally ill until they find it difficult to communicate and function in society. Support the mentally ill until they can’t take care of themselves, don’t clean themselves. Support the mentally ill until they’re paranoid, until their thoughts aren’t based in logic. Support the mentally ill until they start to have hallucinations. Support the mentally ill until their psychological trauma disturbs you.

Support the mentally ill until they make you uncomfortable. If people start to be tormented by their own thoughts and the “vents” you expected of simply the four words, “I think I’m depressed” start turning into ranting that disturbs you, then they’re “weird” and that person is ostracised and left to rot in those thoughts. If someone self-harms, then they’re immediately labelled as “emo” or “doing it for the trend”, which is completely disgusting, but also interesting that most of the time this happens because society can’t comprehend the idea of wanting to harm yourself. Society can’t comprehend mental illness generally, so it’s shunned or seen as pathetic or laziness.

Of course, not everyone is equipped to deal with mental illness, and that’s perfectly fine. Some people may genuinely feel out of their depth and unable to help, and that’s ok. However it’s that ostracization, that dismissal out of discomfort or fear towards people that makes it all the worse and makes the people who preach about mental health awareness hypocrites.

It’s ok not to be ok until you fall outside the norm. Then you’re no longer human. You’re a disease.

Society can’t handle what it doesn’t fully comprehend, and instead fears it. It’s the same way with queer folk/specific different cultures, depending on your own/anything that society doesn’t understand, it fears. And the same is the way with mental illness. And when society fears something, it either becomes unspeakable, or it’s mocked.

#what do i tag this #mental health #rant #mental health awareness

[blueiight]

in both the rgu anime + manga, there is a clear triumph over akio that necessitates anthy’s (and utena’s) liberation. at the same time some part of me does think the ending of rgu is more terrifying than the ep38 cliffhanger of the anime end cuz its so open ended… anthy liberating herself from akio is just the end of the beginning. who knows what anthy will see out there? u faced the end of the world and survived. to start anew requires ur creation of a new world. its the beginning of a completely different framework than the one anthy’s been a part of & internalized for an untold number of years. thats why the movie is such a great sequel cuz its just 1 of the many divergent paths these characters couldve gone on.

just looking at appearances for one. utena’s hair is short and her boy’s uniform, while being still distinct from the rest and a cue to the audience, is more archetypically “masculine”and less androgynous. yet she rejects the powerplay of dueling, the trophy bride for performing the “Man’s” role much quicker. anthy has much lighter skin and free falling long hair. unlike her show counterpart’s very dated, carefully pinned hair. ive heard ppl be rightfully upset that anthy was made lighter in the movie, but i find it shows how she further occupies even more of the engendered physical stereotypes culturally associated with the “feminine” in japan (&to a westernized viewer). she plays the role of a modern bride, less of the demure old school archetype & openly teases her husband with herself as the prize, yet she exposes her hollow soul and desire for the end, for death, much earlier. nanami, the broken prissy ojou sama archetype who once wanted to surpass everything bc she couldnt stand what becoming a “Woman” meant has turned into a cow. shes a complete non entity , since touga who she formed so much of who she was, who hurt her so, is dead in the movie. saionji is a complete caricature of himself literally frothing at the mouth. cuz touga saved juri instead of utena, and this time, he died for it. akio commits suicide bc being confronted w drugging and trying to rape his sister tormented him, but he was never alive. dios, who he was, was a hollow body: the prince of flies. touga’s backstory is all but said here: he was a child raped & tricked out by his own adoptive family, which explains his hypersexuality in the show. in the movie, he is a tragic secondary antagonist , a ghost haunting the main narrative of the movie in tandem with shiori, a character now more removed from juri in opposition to her more optimistic ending with juri in the show.

shiori with juri no longer as her beloved is a cruel thing. she ends up baiting utena in the notorious car chase, anthy the driver of the utena car up against the palace of eternity & the ghost of akio ohtori. everything is destroyed beside the framework of the car and utenanthy.

the outside world is in complete ruins. their uniforms lay tattered, gravestones marking the people that once lived here.

utena and anthy stripped bare, long hair tangled into eachother as theyre the only two ppl in these ruins. another beast has been overcome, another world has been destroyed. it is up to u what u make out of these ruins.

#yn. #rgu #adolescence of utena #i also rly like the utena manga lol. like anthy ending up in utena’s clothes n going to find her is rly cute #all of this prince man fem metaphor shit is to ask how n where can u escape gendered violence…. #this is actually how being a teenage girl was like back ina day #this also goes for tvc. i love absurdity& fucked up things even more than i love bad endings. <3 #i try to be a decent person& less of a freakshow but i love weird shit #i cant go back to sleep cuz im getting the shakes& this came to my head lol #anthy himemiya #utena tenjou #shiori takatsuki #touga kiryuu #juri arisugawa #akio ohtori #dios #prince dios #saionji kyouichi #miki kaoru

[avelera]

Had a kind of interesting realization while working on the next chapter of Giving Sanctuary of how supernatural Hob actually is.

When juxtaposed with Dream, he comes cross as a normal human, but by 1689, the man is over 300 years old. That's roughly 3-6 human lifetimes at least (and on the longer end of the scale!). I can't even imagine having 3-6 whole human lifetimes to learn and grow as a person.

I had a moment when he was being philosophical about grief or insightful about Dream's inner torment--ie, realizing things like, "holy shit Dream you are so clinically depressed and from such an abusive upbringing it is unreal, and it makes all your buttoned up repression and strict adherence to The Rules make so much sense even to a man who grew up in the Middle Ages"--and I had a moment of like, "Am I making Hob too wise here?"

But then I thought about it and, here's the thing, I do believe Hob can have huge blindspots (like the "shipping" business) and not be a person who naturally tries to get ahead of the world on morality, he's pretty in lock step with the mainstream, male, middle class person of his time and place. But the man has been a father. He has certainly had many lovers and friends.

So giving him 3-6 lifetimes of insight into, say, taking one look at Dream and thinking, holy shit, this man is deeply depressed and in need of someone to help him break out of a self-destructive spiral, and it's very likely he had shit parents and a chaotic home life that led to coping mechanisms that made him functional but not healthy - like the aforementioned strict adherence to "the rules" and not realizing that his pain and grief had made him self-centered as a simple survival mechanism.

And Hob, because I headcanon him as experiencing a lot of grief from losing loved ones (like, literally all of them) but having had a fairly loving upbringing and again, the emotional intelligence of someone who has raised a son to adulthood and been part of society for 3-6 human lifetimes, can in fact spot these things and I think can in fact be pretty wise in ways Dream kind of isn't as far as diagnosing Dream's damage and maybe having actual solutions for it, and the only reason this doesn't happen more in canon is because Dream doesn't tell Hob anything and the one time Hob correctly diagnoses just how miserable and lonely Dream is, Dream flies off in a rage so again, canon evidence that Hob is emotionally not a dummy, and might in fact be incredibly wise as literally an ancient supernatural being that would be the most magical person anyone would ever meet if he wasn't in the same room with Dream of the Endless.

So anyway, expect more penetrating insight from Hob with regards to the "opposite of a suicide pact" he and Dream made with each other in Ch. 4 (we're going to live and be happy, dammit!) because I've put a lot of thought now into "Am I making Hob too emotionally intelligent here given his background and canon appearances?" and determined that, no, actually. In fact, someone who has lived 3-6 full human lifetimes by this point has every right to be more emotionally intelligent than "the entire human subconscious in a trenchcoat" if "the entire human subconscious in a trenchcoat" has been in a clinical depression coma for 3,000 years or more, ffs.

#cw discussions of suicide ideation on Dream's part #sandman meta #1689 fic #dreamling #hob gadling

[george228732]

Fylass Through the Looking Glass - Chapter Seven - Begin Anew

Fylass woke up in cold sweat, with their heart beating out of their chest, and their memories being clogged in the fog of the moment, only to realize that the place they were in wasn’t Wonderland anymore, but the real world; more specifically, the same room Fylass slept the last rainy night, on Lucid and Buddy’s Castle; the sun was rising, leaving a nice morning to spend, and the outskirts were filled with small puddles, sunken into the grass.

The kid’s fingers were trembling as they breathed in and out to calm themself down, and then, they saw the Club Brooch on their sweater, and thanks to that, they remembered why they placed it in in the first place. Their mood went from scaredness, to low frustration, as they looked at the drawer next to the bed they were on, noticing the box the brooch should be in.

"...Sigh." They placed it on the box and closed it shut. 

They left the bed, opening the door with their ESP as they grabbed their bag they brought with them, and used the hallways in front of them to get to the main room to see the people that took them in for the last day as a way to make them feel better, and sure enough, Fylass saw Lucid right at the end of it.

"Oh, kid! Good Morning! Are you… feeling well?"

"...I had a nightmare, but besides that, I am okay." Fylass chuckled slightly, trying to act as normal as possible.

"Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that…"

"I-It’s alright, I am fine now…" The kid tried to walk away. "So… Thank you and such, but I gotta leave."

Lucid was quite surprised to hear that. "I actually was doing waffles! Can you stay for a little so you can get them too? It’ll be worth it, I swear!"

Fylass was thinking about it, and even then, they didn’t want to be rude to say no; they accepted. "...Sure."

Lucid seemed happy and they left the hallway to get to the kitchen, as Fylass redirected themself to the dining room this time to receive that breakfast with regret, as their mind tried to recollect itself with their experiences in Wonderland.

"...What am I doing? That wasn’t real, what’s the problem with me? If I want to get better and have a normal life, I shouldn’t keep going there…"

They were about to open the door to their destination, but they were interrupted by the bird that bit them on the arm to not let them out last night, now standing on the kid’s feathery head.

"So… Good morning!" She snickered. "Are you doing well, today?"

"...I think."

"...Geez… Sorry to hear that, dude." Fylass had the feeling that she was being sincere about that statement she just made; normally, she wouldn’t be like that, always being mischievous and snarky, but it seemed that she couldn’t help but feel bad about such a young soul, going through so much torment.

"D-Don’t worry, it’ll be fine, I swear."

"Alllriiighty then. I heard that Buddy and Lucid are making waffles and some chocolate milk due to how cold the day is outside, so uh, feel free to hang out with us for a little more before leaving, would you?"

"That’s the plan." Fylass chuckled weakly. "Hey, uh… thanks, for worrying about me and such."

"I mean, that’s the least I could do! You are very appreciated by Lucid and Buddy, and you are nice to fellow Master Crowns, ironically enough, so yeah, you deserve some care, kid!"

"...I guess… Haha." Fylass opened the door, and went towards the dining room.

It looked pretty much the same as last night, but with a cold wind oozing through the cold windows; last night, the rain was making the entire environment feel like it was winter already, although, autumn days were starting to happen, after a nice summer full of joy, but also, Fylass’ blown swan song started right at the end of it. Quite ironic.

The kid silently went towards a chair that seemed perfect for them, and flied towards it with their odd looking wings to sit down. Soon enough, someone entered the same room as well, this one being Buddy, with that crown over his head, having a tray with some glasses of chocolate milk.

"Oh, good morning kid. Are you feeling well?"

"Yeah, I think so… What about you?"

"I slept nicely, although I am not sure if you did too." Buddy had a soft spot for the kid ever since the beginning; none were in very nice situations back then, but Fylass was kind to no end; they were with him in whatever situation, along with Shard, and other friends, and so, he really wanted to make the kid happy.

"Don’t worry, I feel better than last night, so I just wanted to say thank you."

"You don’t need to thank me. It’s the least me and Lucid could do for you. Your kindness needs to be repaid, for sure."

"...Yeah…" Fylass wasn’t so sure about that statement, and it showed.

Lucid came to the same room, with Crowny nearby, the former with a tray of waffles being held by his hands. 

"Those look pretty, for sure, thank you, Lucid."

"Aw, thanks!" Lucid left the tray on the table, and placed the plates around the seats, giving one to Fylass, along with a glass of chocolate milk to warm their heart and mind, although they only started eating after everyone was ready to eat.

Fylass ate as gently as they could, nicely contrasted to Crowny’s feral way of eating, but even if it still faintly felt like eating sand, the taste felt as if they were on a place that they really could call home; not the convent they were forced to be in as if it was a cult, or an empty home that couldn’t feel any more stale and lonely. 

They were happy, even if it was miniscule, that sense of faint happiness was starting to appear.

Fylass’ plate and glass were emptied quite quickly, still feeling regretful, but that regret felt fuzzy. They looked at the rest, which had their plates and glasses already emptied out, seemingly enjoying themselves at the scene.

"Well… Thank you, guys, but I have to leave. My house needs some care, and I need to check on my crops and garden; the rain was pretty strong last night, so I fear for the safety of my stuff, hehe…"

"Oh, that’s no problem, but could you wait a little, please?" Buddy left the room, and Fylass had no other choice than to wait a little, and when he came back, the kid noticed that Buddy now had a purple scarf on hand.

"Here, have this. We were going to give this off to Crowny, but it always fell off her tiny body, so I thought that you might give it better use, and considering that it is autumn, it couldn’t be more convenient."

Fylass looked at the scarf, not having any words to spell, but begrudgingly, they took it and wore it right after. 

"It does look great on you, kid!" Lucid said with joy.

"...Thank you… Are you really sure I can keep this, though?"

"Buddy nor I could use it, due to how small it is, so it’s only fitting that we give it to someone that could use it perfectly."

"...I swear that I’ll keep it with me as long as I am capable of. Thank you so much." Fylass went towards the main room to open the door, not before waving goodbye to the people that took them in, which waved goodbye after they did, just hoping for their happiness.

With their ESP, they opened the great main door, and left for their home, walking through the cold, grassy fields, trying their best to avoid the water puddles through their way there. The path was lonely, due to how cold the weather was, with no Waddle Dee or inhabitant of Dreamland present around Fylass’ point of view. They just thought that they would see no one down their way home, but that thought quickly faded when they saw their house in the distance, but it felt off, too pristine, compared to the wild rain of last night.

They ran towards it to check it out more deeply, only to realize that there were people around the house, which seemed to take care of it; looking further, Fylass realized they were their siblings, Selene, Dolly, TK, and Ades.

"Guys? W-What are you doing here?"

"Oh, hi Fylass! We were just taking care of your house while you were gone!" Selene was happy to see Fylass well, and their siblings seemingly were pretty happy as well, with Dolly hugging them afterwards.

"Hi there, best friend! Your flowers are so pretty, so Dolly decided to take care of them with Ades himself!" She said, giggling like an innocent kid. 

"I am quite surprised that you were able to grow all of these things around your house; you always seemed packed with surprises, and your crops and flowers are even more proof of that!" Ades had some first on his hands; he seemingly was having some fun with the garden Fylass had made for themself.

"Yeah, and the inside of your house is also extremely nice! It all feels so pretty and nostalgic, although quite lonely. Either way, you really know how to decorate, don’t you?" TK said afterwards, with an expression of calm, but humor in his vocal tone.

"...You guys were taking care of my house while I was gone?" Fylass looked at their home again. "Wow… I don’t know what to say… Thank you."

"Aw, no problem! It’s the least you deserve, for being a great person!"

"...Why are you guys being so kind to me, all of a sudden?" Deep down, Fylass knew the answer, but they didn’t want to hear it.

"Well… You deserve some nice moments, and considering how you feel, we would like to compensate you for all the things you’ve done for us! From the moments you made cookies for all of us, or those moments where you decided to talk with us about some problems!

"...I appreciate the kindness, but you didn’t need to do all of that…"

"Yes, we did! Besides, we had fun doing this, for you, and for us!"

Fylass was speechless, for sure, but they hugged their siblings with all of their strength, as they tried to hide their tears of gratitude; they didn’t know why they were feeling this emotional, but they were happy for sure.

"A-Ah… Thank you, guys. Let me get into the house and leave this backpack here, I’ll serve you some sea, if you like." Fylass entered the house, and did as such, noticing how pretty the house was, seemingly being decorated even further by their siblings and other friends. 

They moved to the kitchen, pulled out some teacups and started to make some tea; afterwards, they opened the fridge to get some cheesecake, as they heard the rest entering the house. Fylass realized that there was little to nothing on the fridge, leaving things like candies and such as the only things left. 

"Bummer…" They took the candies, which were small chocolates, and afterwards, they took the recently made tea and poured it in the teacups next to them, and left towards the living room to give them to their invitees.

"Here. I was going to give you guys some cheesecake, but I have barely anything in my fridge, haha…" They laughed a little, and gave the teacups and chocolate pieces to them.

"Oh, that’s alright! Don't worry about it." Selene said with compassion in her tone.

"Thanks for understanding. I might need to get some groceries, though, and I think I have enough money to cover my necessities, hehe."

"Wait, you are a kid… Where do you get your money?"

"Oh! I just sell my flowers and crops to get it. It’s kinda hard, but not impossible!" They noticed the faces of surprise when Fylass said that.

"...So, what you are saying is that you work as well?"

"Yeah… Don’t worry, though! I am fine, and I can do these quite easily."

"...How long have you been doing this, though?"

"Well, ever since I lived on my own, like a year ago."

"..." Everyone went silent. How could this be? Fylass has been living on Popstar for one year or so, and ever since the beginning, they had to resort to live on their own and work alone, and no one realized? Even with that though, they always gave out food to them, as if it didn’t care. Did Fylass even eat?

"...Guys?"

"H-Hey, what if we go out shopping for groceries a couple of hours later? I would like to get some things, and considering that you are in need of buying stuff, I see this as a win-win." Ades said, even though the true reason for it was by pure concern for the kid’s wellbeing. The rest seemingly knew what Ades was doing, so they came up with excuses to go out shopping too.

"Oh, sure. I don’t mind!" Fylass, though, seemingly was unaware of their plan, much to the rest’s belief.

"Well, in that case, we will get going." Everyone left the teacups on the floor right next to the couch they were on.

"That’s alright. See you in a couple of hours, then!" Fylass said, as the others waved goodbye towards Fylass, and left the house, as the kid decided to use the bathroom.

"...Wow… I never thought Fylass was that vulnerable…" 

"We need to spend more time with them. I didn’t think that Fylass needed to be that independent from day one, and considering what they’ve gone through…"

"...We need to make them happy.

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@lostsoulau-ask

@loaflovesdoodling

@ilikesillythingswooo

@moon-mage

@that-fanperson-meg

#fylass through the looking glass #fylass in wonderland

[revolvingfanatic]

HIIIII okay so I’ve recently found your fanfics a Puss in boots, and I’ve officially become obsessed just the way you write the characters and the Settings that they are in are so good and like the way you enter angst is so good. The one thing I do wanna see though no hate your literally amazing is maybe Puss in the wrong I like dynamic where death realizes he’s wrong for his past action reflects because that is so strong and I love that we love a good redemption, but I would also like to see Puss maybe Being a little too mean or biased, or assuming not out of being mean or wrong, but out of like trauma, his past experiences with dad, have now shaped his choices towards him, and he realizes how much it’s affecting the way he treats him I don’t know I’m just babbling at this point but anyways much love and support. Please keep fighting writing,living and much love.

Bumbleb33_s - my a03 name

Hi! First off, thank you so much! It fills my heart with joy to hear someone enjoy my work so much 💖 And honestly that’s a route I’ve purposefully avoided going with my fics because I like Puss so much and he did nothing to deserve all the traumatic stuff Death put him through, BUT, that being said, I did actually recently come up with an idea that would fit in with Puss being meaner to him than he deserves now that you bring it up. I doubt I’ll end up actually writing it out since I don’t have the time, but the basic idea is that the reason Death did what he did was because he knew Puss would die if he didn’t step in.

Like, I found out that Death only popped up at times that Puss could very well die (except probably the cave), like when Puss is drinking at the bar after the talk with Dr. Mendez (he could well have drunk himself to death with that “heaviest cream”), when he’s leaving Jack Horner’s with the map and flaming arrows are being shot at him, the battle where Jack is shooting unicorn horns, and the final battle. And maybe he knew the only way to get Puss to truly value his final life instead of relying on more and eventually tearing through those as well, was to teach him what true fear felt like, and challenge him the way he did.

BUT, since Death isn’t actually allowed to interfere to extend lives (going purely by the rules of this fic), and this would fall under that umbrella, he couldn’t make it seems like that was his goal, instead acting like he was insulted and wanted to just torment Puss before killing him out of spite.

THEN he needs Puss’ help with something really important, otherwise bad stuff would happen to a lot of people (like a continent getting destroyed or something, idk, lol), and Puss only agrees after Death signs a pact that he won't hurt Puss or his friends. Now, since Puss isn’t afraid that Death will kill him at the drop of a hat, he feels a lot more free to say whatever he wants, which is usually some kind of jab at Death’s character (like “I’ll handle this one and nicely ask for directions, because I believe that were it up to you you’d probably threaten them at sickle point, since that seems to be how you solve your problems.”, “Yes, we could actually try to win the challenge, but why do that when you can just unfairly overpower them with your godly powers like you did with me?”, “Stand back, you’ll just give them nightmares with nothing more than your stunning personality.” etc) as a way to get back at his tormentor.

Death can’t defend his actions though, as he can’t let Puss know the truth. That he actually really admired and respected Puss (and still does), which is why he stuck his neck out in the first place. And also Death is a nice person in general, and basically just played the part of an evil jerk when dealing with Puss before. So he just takes it.

BUT THEN Puss notices how Death acts throughout their quest/journey (especially when he thinks Puss isn’t looking/paying attention). That he’s actually kind, considerate, and cares about others’ feelings (even something like a bug, helping it by flipping it over when it’s stuck on it’s back, and putting a baby bird back in its nest that got tipped, etc), and tries to figure out how that made any sense at all, considering what he put Puss through just a few weeks prior.

Eventually he does figure it out though (maybe right after the end of the adventure, when everything is resolved), putting Death’s actions through the lens of what seems to be his actual personality and moral compass. When confronting Death about it, Death urges him to stop, to not say what he’s thinking, but he can’t actually stop Puss, and when the words are out in the open Death gets in trouble with the higher powers.

Not wanting Death to be punished for what he did to him, since he now knew why he did it, Puss maybe goes through some trials to get an audience with said higher powers, and works his charms to get Death off the hook. Then they become friends or fall in love or something, the end~

#ask answered #thanks again for the kind words and inspiration! #puss in boots #too many fic ideas and not enough time to write them all 😭 #puss in boots the last wish #btw if anyone wants to actually write this out as a fic please feel free! #death the wolf #deathpuss #pussdeath #pibtlw

[not-poignant]

hi! this is “better aspects” anon!! i’ve given your reply a lot of thought, because i think i just really appreciated how academic efnisien was and how he continued to cultivate his knowledge in constellations and thought that him going out of his way to do that was an admirable aspect that i thought even a person like crielle could respect, and wanted to know if that was a factor in her continuing to raise him because that would have been a relatively “better” factor than the other reasons she continued to raise him for (like seeing a murderer in him i guess), though i guess she could’ve seen that and thought of ways he could use it to be a murderer. (and i won’t even defend mentioning “beauty” there because there is no defense i might have just been running my mouth/hands?)

anyway, your reply was food for thought for days for me. and it really challenged how i thought about things, and i found out how much i’ve been ‘tiering’ the world in unfair ways unconsciously, and i hope awareness will be the first step in changing that. so thank you!! and since this is an ask box i might as well ask: have you ever leaned toward an educational role? i think not only your reply has explained an alternative way of thinking clearly but in your fics too. and i wonder if you’d ever write a non-fic about kink one day? i really respect and appreciate all your work even more so now!

Hi hi anon!

A big thing here is just that Crielle doesn't really recognise Efnisien as a fully three-dimensional human being and she doesn't really want him to be one anyway, and she gets annoyed when he shows a capacity for that.

If he's not existing for her, doing things for her, slaving away for her, worshipping her, anticipating her needs, and sublimating his entire existence for her, suffering for her, begging for her mercy and love, and crying for her, she's not interested.

When Efnisien cultivated his knowledge outside of Crielle and not for Crielle, he was punished for it. When he showed an interest in things that had nothing to do with her, he was punished for it. If he showed any sign of independent thought that she couldn't use, find useful, find entertaining (like him tormenting Gwyn, or learning to play piano), then he was punished for it.

In fact Crielle is the one who canonically tells Efnisien to only do accounting at university, so that he flies under the radar so he could more successfully be a criminal and/or serial killer. She literally squashes his academic talent and curiosity, to a point where he has to get straight A's but not dream of doing anything that's not directly connected to her. As a result, he doesn't know what his dreams are by the time he sees Dr Gary, because he's not allowed to have any to belong to him and he's still literally learning how to be a person, because Crielle didn't want him to be a person.

It's often hard for people to understand Crielle if you've never (knowingly) met anyone like her. But people who see other people as objects, dolls, and empty spaces to fill with their own desires exist, and they do not admire independence, free will, or a person making choices beyond their control.

Crielle loved Efnisien most when he was trying to perfectly do everything she wanted automatically, and she loved him least when he was trying to be a person with his own personality.

You and me, anon, we get to appreciate the things about him that Crielle tried to destroy, or found tedious or annoying, or found a good reason to punish or torture him over. We get to cheer him on in therapy when he realises he likes working for an anthropologist, and when he researches different subjects on his own, and when he finally realises he can leave a job he doesn't like.

Efnisien's profound learned helplessness comes from someone with no capacity to appreciate Efnisien when he wasn't being a two-dimensional sycophant, and so we get to cheer on every moment he finds things out for himself, or asks questions, or learns more about the world. In a way, we get to go on that journey with him, and be proud of him at the same time that Dr Gary is, or smile at him at the same time that Arden does, or feel vindicated when Gwyn finally notices that Efnisien isn't just what Crielle turned him into.

Crielle never respected Efnisien in general. She only respected him in moments, and only when he was most like her, and most reflecting her desires for him. But an adult who sexually molests a child does not respect that child. She never believed in his rights or his right to personhood.

There's nothing Efnisien could have done to win that, even if he did do everything perfectly, unless he like spectacularly killed 50 people or something, and then she'd never speak to him again to protect herself, and probably admire him from afar, an imprisoned statue that she'd probably try and send little coded love letters too, which was probably part of her twisted fantasy in the first place.

Abandonment was high on the cards for Efnisien whether he got everything right, or tried to be a person and therefore got everything wrong. This is something Dr Gary knows. And it's something Efnisien will take a long time to realise for himself, because it will hurt him so much when he does. There was never an outcome where they could have been happy together, because she didn't want it.

Anyway the tl;dr is that sadly Crielle had some major issues seeing people as people and felt so entitled to Efnisien that any qualities or traits he possessed that weren't directly in service to her (with her approval) all went in the 'nope do not approve' list.

have you ever leaned toward an educational role?

This is so sweet of you anon. I sadly think I wouldn't be a great teacher because I get impatient and because I can really struggle to articulate my thoughts sometimes outside of stories. I think that's why I have to write these very long and rambling responses, and I don't think most teachers need this many words to say 'Crielle's a psychopath' sdlkfjas :D

In all seriousness, I really like sharing things through my writing. It frees me from having to get everything 'right' because it's fiction, and it allows people to engage with it on any level they want to. I'm really lucky that I can share some of my research and thoughts, and also some of a character's thoughts (I don't agree with the way all my characters think and in all the things they believe), and that a reader can sort of...I guess pick up what they need at the time?

As for kink, there are far fare better people suited to that! I'm not saying that to be modest, but like, a rope friend of mine has literally put thousands of hours just into studying and learning about kinbaku and semenawa (shibari/rope) and even she doesn't feel qualified to teach it. There's so much around physical safety and also communicating compassionately and with openness that I think would be really difficult. It's hard to capture a lot of that in books (and maybe secretly I think it's more fun to not have to be focused on safety in my writing in the same way lol)

Plus it gets to be entertaining and fun and sometimes relaxing or painful or cathartic and I guess that's something I really...feel strongly about? That's important to me in a different kind of way I think?

Honestly you're awesome for just giving a different perspective a try, I really struggle to do that, it's hard to sometimes be like 'oh this thing I used to think / currently think is maybe not how I always want to keep thinking about it.' Just the other day I realised something I thought about owning cats was actually incorrect and it was like 'oh whoops' lol. But it's the only way we keep growing. And it's cool that you're doing it!

#asks and answers #personal #falling falling stars #crielle ferch fnwy #efnisien ap wledig #pia on characterisation #the beauty + intelligence thing = good is something so entrenched in us anon #a lot of people think this way #and most people never get opportunities to challenge it because sadly like #the beauty industry is invested in making you constantly believe beauty is good #so you keep paying money to look beautiful #(i mean obviously most of us want to look beautiful or handsome or attractive or pretty) #(it's just that) #(it doesn't say anything about us and there are people who will like us regardless) #i had another thought to add here but i forgot it #hope you have a good weekend anon

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Rewatching this scene for the sweet angst, something struck me. In hindsight it's extremely obvious but I'd never thought about it this way.

There's the very obvious parallels with Qui-Gon's death, down to Satine caressing Obi-Wan's cheek, there's that amazing bit of mirrored exchange, where Obi-Wan starts off confrontational and angry and Maul gloating, and then Obi-Wan becomes soft-spoken and empathetic and Maul starts to shake with rage and pain and can't even properly face him, and then there's this.

Maul boasts that the Dark Side is "more powerful than [Obi-Wan] knows," that Obi-Wan's "noble flaw" is a weakness, so why is he trying to make him more powerful? Why tell him to use the Dark Side? Why basically give him a crash course about how it works? Does he want Obi-Wan to retaliate? To escape?

The obvious answer is that Maul isn't trying to make Obi-Wan more powerful. After all, he's well aware that Obi-Wan is a dogshit fighter when he's angry.

Immediately after that last quote, he says "that is not the Jedi way, is it?" as a taunt, and again in The Lawless, he insists "You should have chosen the Dark Side, Master Jedi."

So he's simply trying to destroy him as a Jedi, right? Because he knows that's what make Obi-Wan who he is, and he blames Obi-Wan for robbing him of his status along with his life, so he wants to destroy Obi-Wan's life in the ways that matter (since, as Obi-Wan says, just killing him is nothing like destroying him). But if that's the case, then we're back to the "power" issue. What's the point of destroying Obi-Wan if it's by giving him what Maul claims is his own identity, and the key to freedom?

And imo the answer lies right here:

Why would killing Satine make Obi-Wan share Maul's pain? Why would Maul regard the pain of losing a loved one (something he's completely unfamiliar with at this point) as equal to his torment? Why isn't he chopping Obi-Wan in half and keeping him alive with Nightsister magick instead? Why would the murder of one of Obi-Wan's loved ones, picked almost at random, be THE "moment" Maul has been thinking about "for years"?

I think he really isn't talking about Satine's murder in and of itself when he talks of pain. The pain he wants Obi-Wan to share isn't the pain of loss, but very simply the pain of living in the Dark Side.

That's why Satine really is just a "tool" to his vengeance, as he says, and not the main point. That's why he's so enraged that Obi-Wan insists on showing him compassion even through his fear and anger - being kind leaves you open to grief but protects from the agony of the Dark.

Maul wants Obi-Wan to Fall, to stop being a Jedi, not because he truly believes the Dark Side gives you good things, but because he knows the Dark Side makes you miserable.

He tries to freaking teach Obi-Wan how to Fall, like Obi-Wan is a Sith apprentice, because being a Sith is the most miserable you're ever going to get! He tries to make Obi-Wan suffer by making him like him! He's so self-loathing his hatred of Obi-Wan materializes as self-hatred!

And hey, that greatly complements the end of the episode - Obi-Wan resists the Dark Side and escapes the planet, and Maul revels in it and immediately loses the only person he cares about and ends up crawling and crying while Sidious gleefully tortures him. Maul falls victim to every form of suffering he wanted to inflict on Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan flies away. In the end, Maul is proven right: being Fallen really f*cking sucks.

Really accentuate that Maul wanted relief above all when he sought out Obi-Wan in Rebels. He went to the only person who had shown him actual compassion, and the person he knew was best at resisting the Dark Side - so he could finally be free.

#darth maul #maul #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #the lawless #long post #meta #my meta #sw talk #dark side #jedi vs sith #Vimeo

[sleepingdeath-light]

watching their s/o get possessed hcs ; poly!sashannarcy

requested by ; anonymous (17/06/23)

fandom(s) ; amphibia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; anne boonchuy, marcy wu, sasha

outline ; “HIHI I SAW THAT YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

May I request an amphibia one shot/headcannons of Sashannarcy x fem! reader where reader gets possessed by the core instead of Marcy?

I’m not sure if this counts as UCS but I guess I can label it as such! <333

Anyways, don’t forget to eat and drink water! I hope people aren’t stressing you out with all the requests, have a lovely day/night! <333 :}”

warning(s) ; angst, mind control

this wasn’t meant to happen

this really wasn’t meant to happen

it shouldn’t be happening

but it was

if your death was the worst moment in their lives then what had followed was hell on earth — worse than, even

your mind erased and caught up in a hostile takeover, your body broken and soaked and commodified into a makeshift suit for an entity beyond human comprehension

a vessel

a toy

a shell

a suit

it was something out of a horror movie, but this time they couldn’t see a way out — couldn’t pause and walk away, couldn’t look up any conclusion, couldn’t pray for a sequel to give them closure

they were trapped, flies in a web watching this amalgamation of self importance and selfishness puppeteer your body without care or consideration

watching your limbs and joints contort further than is possible, watching your head loll lifelessly atop your neck, watch your abdomen fold in on itself

like you didn’t even have bones in the first place

unnatural

wrong

god they felt sick just looking at you — it… whatever you’ve been turned into

they blame themselves

marcy takes it the worst — she was the one who brought you all to amphibia, she was the one who trusted andrias and she was the one who was meant to be possessed

you were only like this — only being puppeted by an unseen ‘god’ — because you saved her life

sasha hates herself because your last interaction, last proper conversation before everything fell apart, was an argument — she’d told you that she hated you (she didn’t, couldn’t) and then you were gone and she fled like a coward

you were only in this position because she couldn’t put her ego aside and tell you what was actually happening

anne falls into a depressive spiral when she’s thrust back to earth — replaying the moment you were stabbed hundreds of times over, the image of your wide eyes and the blood dripping out of your chest and mouth printed onto the insides of her eyelids

you were only this way because she failed you

to anne; she wasn’t strong enough

to sasha; she wasn’t honest enough

to marcy; she wasn’t aware enough

they all failed you, they had just a much a role in this as andrias and his masters — at least in their minds

all were culpable

all of their hands stained with your blood, a red that will never wash out

but even now as they stare at you — it, them, whatever — after thinking, no knowing, that you were dead and gone, even now as your voice and body are used to goad and mock and attack and torment them they still can’t bring themselves to hurt you

can’t breathe

can’t dodge

can’t fight

they just stare and weep and sob and it’s ugly and messy and sad and desperate

but what else could they have done — except for everything they didn’t do

this was their penance, frozen in place as this spectre of their collective failure — this twisted amalgam of memory and mockery of their loved one — gives the order to have their friends killed and their home invaded

surrounded by gore that stains and drips and clings to their skin even through their armour and that they feel crawling beneath their skin — nagging, niggling guilt and fear

but they can’t hide forever, they know that well enough, and after taking their time well they start to fight again

tearing down machines and loyalists

ripping apart metal and smashing circuits to a fine powder

self pity and grief morphing into anger and vengeance as they launch at the cables linking you — whatever remains of you, at least — with your captor

a barrage of green, red and blue the last thing the not-you sees before everything goes black and the connection cuts out

#sleepingdeath #female reader #angst #angst hcs #amphibia angst #amphibia x reader #sashannarcy x reader #amphibia sasha x reader #amphibia sasha angst #marcy woo x reader #marcy woo angst #anne boonchuy x reader #anne boonchuy angst

[animeyanderelover]

Hi Can I Order a Request for Naruto, Yandere Samui Hcs, I wish she had a little bit of a spotlight. Please

God, I always get suprised when people ask for people from the big Naruto cast that were featured in only few episodes. Naruto has a lot of characters though so I'm on the other hand not really shocked anymore.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, stalking, obsession, manipulation

Yandere Samui Hc's

⚪️Literally no one knows that Samui has fallen in love with someone and the lady herself doesn't even seem to realize this at first. Surprisingly enough she herself doesn't take notice of her romantic interest either despite her rather observant and perceptive personality. Her overall stoic expression and the fact that she isn't very talkative give people like her darling such a hard time to read her in the first place and with no one to tell her about her feelings, Samui has to figure everything out on her own. She knows that she cares but doesn't think of it as romantic when her eyes always go to you when you enter the room or how you pop up at the most random and critical times in her head. What can be mentioned though is that she has a great amount of self-control and never does anything unnecessary which is why she's someone who flies with her obsession perfectly under the radar.

⚪️She has a great memory when it comes to her darling and mixing that with her overall serious and mature attitude, she is rather effective when it comes to manipulating her darling. You know she's never joking about anything so when she tells you something, you're bound to listen to her and give her words some thoughts. It's all about the timing too and Samui is scarily accurate to manipulate you slightly when she knows that you're emotionally in a position where you're bound to take her words seriously. It isn't like she's super-manipulative or anything but she's definitely good in moments she does. Unable to express her feelings in words or acting in the beginning at all on them, she's mostly observing you from the distance at first. Once she knows of her true feelings, she knows that she will has to do something.

⚪️The very thing that ends up giving her hints about her real emotions towards you ends up being unironically enough her jealousy. Tracking down Samui's jealousy is overall difficult since she doesn't change her facial expression. In fact she just stands at the sidelines at first and watches simply because she doesn't want to act on impulse and potentially embarrass herself. At first the woman is additionally confused about the sour feeling bubbling up inside her stomach when she sees other people being affectionate around you or you being really sweet to someone. She waits it out in most cases simply to see how the situation will develop before she suddenly steps, in most cases startling you and your companion since neither of you noticed her before. She musters your companion with a slightly more pointed stare and might deliever a short jab with her cold words if they did something that especially annoyed her.

⚪️I don't see her as the kind of person who would kill people left and right for the pettiest things, she is someone with great responsibility and far too self-restrained. The Raikage sees Samui because of her mature personality as capable and trusts her a lot so that's one thing to consider. Samui isn't one who lets emotions get to her head either, an infuriated Samui is cold and calculating, observing and yet careful to find the best move to make. Killing or hurting someone deadly are her last resorts but that shouldn't mean that opponents should underestimate her. In most cases sharp warnings are sufficient enough to keep someone away who is tormenting her darling.

⚪️Ignoring the fact that she needs eternities to confess to you in a rather blunt and not exactly romantic way, Samui isn't forceful at all. Occasionally you might be treated with her scolding since she can be rather stern when you did something rather foolish she thought you'd know better not to do. Otherwise she doesn't restrict you or feels the need to observe your daily life that closely since she gives you the benefit of her full trust. Kidnapping you would come with too much problems and risks in her mind so she refrains from it for those reasons already.

⚪️Her darker side doesn't establish fully unless you would try to leave her or unless someone is out for your head in which case you realize why the Raikage sees her as such a skilled and capable shinobi. She's ruthless and persistent but never gives you or an opponent the pleasure of seeing her cracking. It's usually the complete opposite because she's the one who stays calm and watches her target slowly losing it because of her. Samui doesn't make big news out of it when she's in a relationship with you and isn't much affectionate in public so it ends up surprising her brother, her teammates and the Raikage when they figure out through you that she's your girlfriend.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere samui

[cosmicjoke]

Levi and Zeke and the Question of Nature versus Nurture:

I just wanted to expound in a separate post upon a reply I just gave in my post about my problem with Zeke, as I think it sort of summarizes further what that is. 

Zeke professes that his actions are done in the name of mercy.  That his attempts to euthanize an entire race of people is done out of a desire to end their suffering.  But Zeke is a character that takes pleasure in the suffering of others.  There are numerous occasions in which we see this from him.  With Mike. With the soldiers in Shinganshina.  With Levi.  So what does that tell us?  What do people who defend Zeke’s actions as a product of his upbringing say to this?

Zeke was damaged by Mr. Ksavar, of course.  But Mr. Ksavar didn’t teach Zeke cruelty, and neither did his parents.  Mr. Ksavar, as misguided and deluded as he was, never taught Zeke that he should take pleasure in the suffering of others, and in fact imparted his philosophy to end suffering through extermination.  We could talk endlessly about how this shaped Zeke’s world view and how it dictated his later actions.  But I have a problem with this very conceit of Zeke’s actions deriving from a place of philosophical belief at all.  Because in spite of what he claims about wishing to end the suffering of others, this is contradicted by the fact that Zeke takes pleasure and satisfaction in the torment and suffering of others.  A fact which flies directly in the face of what he professes to be his goal.  I think this exposes Zeke as a liar and a hypocrite.  It essentially undermines the entire foundation of his claims, which is that his actions are done out of some benevolent, altruistic aim.  If he truly cared about preventing others from suffering the way he has, then why does he take such obvious and genuine pleasure in inflicting suffering?  Don’t try and tell me it’s all playacting and him trying to cope with his “pain”.  He’s needlessly cruel to his victims.  To Levi in particular.  He deliberately takes aim at whatever he knows will cause the most harm for each individual he targets, and openly revels in that harm.  With Levi, it was being placed in a position of having to kill his comrades, with Zeke even banking on the assumption that it would be so unbearable for Levi that he would let himself  be killed rather than defend himself.  I think this exposes Zeke’s entire claim of what his motivation to be as false.  I think it exposes Zeke’s actions as being dictated almost entirely by his own sense of ego and self-importance and narcissism.  He’s bitter and angry and feels unjustly wronged by both his father and the world, and so wants to take those angry and embittered feelings out on others.  He likes hurting others, but he needs to justify it to himself by claiming, both to himself and to others, that it’s because he really wants their suffering to end.  I think Zeke is a liar.  He lacks empathy for everyone and everything around him, and while he convinces himself that his actions are that of a merciful martyr, in truth, they’re entirely ego-driven and narcissistic, viewing himself in the light of the “chosen one”, highlighting his own suffering and sacrifice for the benefit of others, like when he kills Falco’s brother, and then uses Falco as a weapon.  Instead of showing any, genuine understanding of the cruelty of his actions here, he instead whines about how hard it is for HIM to do what he’s just done.  He has both a god-complex and a hero-complex, and expects others to acknowledge and understand his great sacrifices made for, supposedly, their sake’s, while bemoaning his great burden when no one does.  He thinks of himself as special, as uniquely qualified to solve the problems of the world, while at the same time he is completely unable to place himself into the shoes of others, to see things from their perspective or their emotional point of view.  

Meanwhile, Levi very much WAS taught that he should take pleasure in the suffering of others.  He was taught this by Kenny, a serial killer who murdered countless people for no reason other than personal satisfaction, who taught Levi to kill, not just to survive, but as a matter of course.  When he talks about teaching Levi how to “say hello”, he was talking about hurting and killing people just as a general mode of conduct, as the way one should operate in daily interactions with others.  Think about this.  I always laugh when people try to hold Kenny up as some sort of positive parental figure in Levi’s life versus Zeke’s supposed lack of positive parental figures, as if citing Kenny’s influence is some sort of “gotcha’” moment which proves Levi had some sort of privilege which Zeke lacked.  As if Kenny himself didn’t cause Levi immense harm by the way he raised him.  I can’t think of a worse role model growing up than a brutal and remorseless serial killer who’s sole lesson in life was that one is worthless if they aren’t strong, and by strong, specifically, meaning if one can’t kill.  But yeah, okay, Levi was so lucky to have Kenny. 

All of this is to say that Levi was being shown through constant example that the lives of others are worthless.  Some of his earliest lessons in life centered on being shown how worthless his and his mothers lives were to others.  How do people think Kuchel was treated in general, day to day?  Given the state of the room they were living in, the abject poverty and desperation apparent, and the fact that they were outcasts forced to live in the Underground, afforded no rights and no citizenship, I think the answer should be fairly obvious.  When his mother died from disease, no one even realized she was dead, or that Levi was starving to death.  So worthless was hers and Levi’s lives to others, that no one even thought to check on them for days and days, possibly weeks, to the point that Kuchel’s body was already half decomposed by the time Kenny came upon them.  Are we really meant to believe that Kuchel’s love alone was enough to counteract the horrific lessons Levi was being exposed to in terms of how the lives of others were treated and regarded?  Would his mothers love for him have been enough to nullify every other horrific experience he endured?  I don’t think so.  The same people that try to argue this will turn around and claim that the love of Zeke’s grandparents wasn’t enough to save him from what he became.  And yet Levi somehow turned out exactly the opposite of cruel or heartless, driven almost entirely by the need to protect life and make certain no one dies in vain.  

I point this all out for those who would argue that Zeke and Levi are entirely a product of their upbringings, and use that as some sort of defense of Zeke’s actions.  While each of them possesses qualities connected to how they were raised, obviously, they both also possess qualities not connected in any, clear way to how they were raised.  You can argue about how much Zeke’s and Levi’s philosophies are linked to their upbringings, but Zeke’s cruelty and Levi’s kindness aren’t products of their upbringings at all, imo, but rather, simply, their natures.  Levi’s kindness is in spite of how he was raised, and Zeke’s cruelty, in turn, is in spite of how he was raised.

#Levi Ackerman #Zeke Yeager #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin