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moongumi · 1 year

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⁀➷ ∵ ❝ stay professional²❞

⟶ simon 'ghost' riley x reader

⟶ cw. ooc!ghost, fem!reader, flirting, established flirtationship, sexual jokes, teasing, fondling, sexual tension, needy.

⟶ note. not edited, written out of pure thirst. this is based on the mission when ghost and soap makes lots of cute jokes (same MC from other ghost fic i've written)

to put it simply, things are tense. everyone could feel it, they could tell. ghost was constantly frustrated, seemingly angry at his own feelings.

"so you're saying you've seen his face?" your voice echoes behind him, making his ears twitch as he walks ahead leading the group.

the person you were talking to, soap snorts, "yep."

"no way." you breathed, mouth agape. your eyes flicker to the back of ghost's head, trying to imagine his face–hm. you've only felt it, with your hands and lips, see the curves of his chin and jaw in the dark. but fuck, that wouldn't compare to getting a look at him–even for a second.

"i’m jealous." you whispered, cocking your head back at soap.

soap chuckles, gripping the stock of his rifle, "nah, you'll be disappointed, trust me."

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"where the fuck, where am i going?" you whisper shout into your radio, feeling the heat of bullets whizzing past your head tearing apart the wood, splitting the beam that protected you.

ghost sighs, his voice deep and grovelled, "calm down."

"i can't calm down." you couldn't. the shadow company had just betrayed you all and here you are, fighting for your life--firing bullets back at the people who you were working with. you rest your head against the wall, breathing heavily.

"get to the church. i'll be there, try to stay quiet."

"they're fucking firing at me, i don't think quiet's an option." with that the two that were shooting at you, drop to the ground with a loud thud.

"get going."

you sigh, moving past the bodies towards the church he mentioned. "where is soap?"

"he's on the way, don't worry about him. worry about yourself" ghost seemed preoccupied, you can hear him reloading his mags.

“you care about me then, you like me ghost?” you decide to tease him, easing the tension and your own stress.

“i like you alive.”

"uh." you groan. “alright, i’ll try to stay alive.”

ghost hears the tone of your voice. he rolls his eyes at his stupidity but decides to go for it. "you wanna hear a joke?"

"from you? you have jokes, ghost." you quip. already your mood is lightened, it lifts a weight off his chest for some reason.

"hm, want 'em or not?"

"maybe," you reply, grabbing spare mags off guns you could find on the ground from all of ghost's work. then you notice a dog, "there's a dog here."

"if it barks, shoot it."

"no way, i'm not shooting a dog," you say.

ghost clicks his tongue, "what has two legs and bleeds?"

you roll your eyes already, breathing in a breath. "what?"

"half a dog."

"fuck off." you groan. his sheepish tone and slight humour were at least comforting but fuck, his jokes were terrible and stone cold. "i didn't like that one."

"want another?" ghost decides to continue the conversation. he was doing it to be able to know what you were doing if you were in trouble–he just needed to know.

"not really to be honest," you say. you see shadows walking around the building and decide to go around hoping to not have to try to murder two large men alone where it would get loud and attract attention.

"two goldfish are in a tank..."

"hm, hm?" you only make noises, it was enough for him.

"one turns to the other and says...'you know how to drive this thing?' just a little army humour." he jokes.

you sigh, "very little, makes absolutely no sense to me."

"you're too young." that might be true, but you were old enough to be working alongside him.

you shrug, and a grin grows on your face as you say, "not too young for you i hope."

you can only hear a slight cough and rustling. no response. so you decide to change the subject.

"i've got one for you."

"let's hear it then," he replies quickly, he definitely heard that earlier then, he was just ignoring it.

"why was the strawberry crying?" you recall a joke soap had told you before.

"why?" he breathed.

"because he was in jam." you chuckle. cutely, he notes.

ghost's eyebrows quirked, a small grin threatening to grow on his face, "not bad, we could do this all night."

"there are many things we could do all night–ghost–" this time he chokes up, rather loudly.

you jog around, managing to sneak by most of the people and gather enough to cause a distraction. the church was properly in sight and it was almost over.

"hm, i’m at the bar now." you poke about, most of it was destroyed but still, "would love something right now."

"you like tequila?" he asks.

"nope, tastes like ass."

"i'd murder for a whiskey."

he definitely would. he seemed like the type to like that kinda thing, you continue, "you mean scotch?"

"i drink bourbon," he replies, which makes sense.

"oh, so like a good boy, huh?" you moaned slightly as you spoke, teasing him.

"shut up." he sighs, "and focus."

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“so you got something for masks?” you ask, nearing the church.

ghost breathes, “what do you mean?”

“mask kink? i hear you sleep with that thing,” you say, hoping he’d give a good response.

“no, you got something against my mask?” he replies.

“i do, take it off.”

“show my face?”

“yes, sir.” something about the way you said that makes his stomach turn–the pits of his gut warm and he shakes his head trying to ignore the feelings.

“negative.”

“damn, are you ugly?” you ask, your voice soft.

“quite the opposite.” you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

“it’s not fair.” you huff, climbing over an iron fence over at the church already, “is soap here?”

“no, he’s almost here. and what’s not fair?”

“he knows what you look like, and i don’t?” you say.

and then you see him, after climbing up the stairs he’s positioned at the window with his sniper rifle as he picked off many of those shadows for you and soap.

ghost feels a weight lift off his shoulders seeing your rather tattered form finally reach him. even with all the dirt, mud and water covering you–his nose, even through the mask caught the scent of you.

“don’t be a hypocrite, snow.”

you walk over to him, resting your gun on the wall. and sigh, “i’m not, my face is on files–”

“i know i’ve seen them.”

wait what? “the fuck–”

he chuckles, turning towards you. his eyes are dark and the paint that coats his eyelids has mostly washed off, “you’re not bad, kid.”

“you’re going to have to stop calling me kid if you’re trying to fuck me.”

ghost’s shoulder tense and his eyes darken, “what?”

“i said what i said.” you walk towards him, god, you both stink but it didn’t fucking matter. the adrenaline, the pain and fucking stench of blood–hours of unease, not knowing. it’s quiet now, silence falls between you two.

your neck cranes to look up at him, peering at him through your own dirtied balaclava, your lashes are heavy–batting them at him. chest rising and falling slowly, the tensions rise and the room grows hot and heavy.

“snow.”

“hm,” you let out a sound.

he drops his hand from the rifle, the stock hits the windowsill. within a second he’s an inch from you, and your head’s against a wall. his hand grips your throat, gently enough–forcing your head up higher for him.

“not now.”

“why not?”

his eyes flicker between your face, and your legs–the legs that are rubbing against themselves and his large thighs. you gulp, lids heavy–feeling the burn of his gaze. his gloved hands feel like fire, from your throat the palm rests on your cheeks and his fingers lace into your loose hair–he grips it. his mask is literally against yours.

you can feel the heat of his breath, “you’ve been fucking teasing me, snow.”

“i know, it was fun, now finish the job.”

his other hand, free, feels up the curves of your body–finds a resting point at your waist, he grips it tightly going under the tattered fabric to feel the heat of your skin. his eyes shut, fuck, it feels good.

“hm,” he groans, into your ear.

your smaller fingers touch his arm, his tattoos peek from his rolled up sleeves. “does it feel good?” the way he moulds your skin like dough. “other parts of me feel better.”

“i bet it does, fuck.” the skull part of his mask nudges your nose, as he breathes you in.

“feel ‘em.” it was the way you looked at him, like you wanted to give him everything. your fingers lace between his, fingerless gloved hands control his own guiding them towards your chest. “they’re yours.”

his large hands near, he could feel them twitching. but of course, fate had other desires. gunfire rings from below and you can spot soap running from way too many shadows for him to handle.

ghost pulls away immediately and grabs his effects. you rolled your eyes, “next time i guess.”

“stay professional, snow.” ghost clears his throat, as you two rush down the stairs to help soap.

you raised your eyebrows, “grabbing my tits seemed professional.”

“i didn’t.”

“you would’ve.”

he rolls his eyes, “but i didn’t.”

end note: i wrote this so looong ago but yea here it is just some teasey stuff with the same characters from the previous ghost fic i wrote kewk

#☾ ⟶ moon writes #FINALLY POSTING THIS #cod x reader #cod smut #call of duty x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost fluff #simon riley x reader

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vinnieex · 2 months

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Inspired by @/vani-candy's comic, Swan's Treasure, to make my own MTAS fan comic for my builder Juniper and Fang. I feel really good about it, and I hope ya'll like it!

#my art #my comics #my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas fang #fang x builder #mtas builder #finally posting this #birds of a feather #BoaF Comic

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maewrit3s · 5 months

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-Apologize

Word count: 2.15k~

Pairing: Xiao x fem reader

Description: While you’re stuck spending time with Xiao in his room while your parents visit downstairs you accidentally make him lose a game and he takes out his frustrations on you

Trigger warnings: non-con, non-con filming, non-con listening, degradation, victim blaming?

Edited by: @pretty-princess-peach

You were sitting cross legged on Xiao’s bed, watching him as he focused on the video game he was playing. He hadn’t said a word to you since he had told you that you could sit on his bed while you waited for him to finish. However, that didn’t mean that he was being quiet. He was on a discord call with his friends while they all played against each other in teams. He was shouting and laughing and making jokes, half of which you didn’t even understand (What the hell did “bottom fragging” even mean, and what was so bad about girls playing games?), and you were getting bored waiting for him to stop gaming and finally pay attention to you.

You had only come over to his house to visit since your parents had been friends with his parents since your family had moved here when you were in elementary school, and even now that you were an adult, since you lived at home, you were expected to accompany them on visits. As always, you were sent to go spend time with Xiao in his room, and as always, he was ignoring you. You had always found Xiao to be a bit of a weird guy. However, he seemed relatively harmless. He always seemed annoyed or discontent with something and seemed to either be scared of women or at least uncomfortable around them. You had never considered him a friend, but you didn’t hate him or anything. However, you did hate it when he refused to spare you so much as a glance and just ignored you while he played his games and talked to his friends. Although, you supposed that it wasn’t so boring to watch him play. He was quite pretty, after all…even if he did look like he probably needed a shower.

You tried to focus on the quiet voices coming from his headphones, curious about what they were talking about, but you still couldn’t follow the conversation. Eventually, you gave up on trying to glean any entertainment from the current situation, and you decided to try and get him to give you some attention.

“Xiao?”

There was no response.

“Xiao! Hellooooo?”

Xiao flinched a little when you spoke louder and swore.

“That’s not my mom, idiot. That’s just the daughter of some people my parents are friends with.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up, taking a few steps so you were close enough to Xiao that you could tap his shoulder. He turned away from his game for a second just to glare at you, and unfortunately enough, in those few seconds, Xiao had managed to get shot and killed in the game he was playing. He noticed immediately, turning back to the game and hitting buttons while he swore. You could hear what sounded like laughter coming from his headset, and it seemed to drive Xiao absolutely crazy. He stood up and gave you a death stare, and you immediately felt tiny compared to him, despite Xiao only being a few inches taller than you.

“This was your fucking fault!”

He wasn’t quite yelling, but he was loud enough to make you jump.

“Apologize for fucking distracting me!”

You sighed, but it was clear that he was being serious, so you figured that it was best to just apologize to him.

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

He took a deep breath and went to sit back down.

“But you should really calm down. It's literally just a game.”

That was it. He snapped. He tore his headphones off of his head and tossed them onto his chair. He backed you against the wall and wrapped a hand tightly around your throat.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

You were terrified. Xiao had never seemed truly scary before this moment. Even when you had heard him yelling at his teammates during a game or yelling because he was upset about losing, he had never seemed scary.

Xiao’s grip around your throat tightened, and your hands shot up to pull at his, trying to get him to stop.

“Answer me!”

You were shaking at this point, and you had tears in your eyes. You considered calling for help but quickly remembered that his room had been soundproofed years ago due to his constant shouting. You figured it was better to just answer Xiao than to start fruitlessly screaming.

“I said it’s just a game and that you should calm down! Now please stop! I can barely breathe!”

Xiao’s grip tightened once again. Now you really couldn’t breathe.

“It’s not just a fucking game you dumb bitch. It was fucking ranked, and you made me fucking lose!”

You tried to choke out an apology, but you could no longer form words, and black spots were starting to appear in your vision.

Xiao was seething. He was beyond pissed that you had made him lose, and he needed to make you pay for it. You’re just a dumb fucking girl. You shouldn’t be walking around pretending like you have any right to talk to him! Xiao knew exactly how to make you pay. He was going to fuck you, and he was going to cover you in his cum. You were a girl, after all. It's what you were meant for.

Seconds before you blacked out, Xiao finally let go of your throat. You yelped as he grabbed your hair and dragged you over to his bed. He pushed you down and climbed on top of you.

“Xiao, what the fuck are you doing?! Get off of me!”

He ignored your words and the way you were trying to get away from him and instead focused on pulling off your shirt. You did your best to hold your shirt down so that he couldn’t get it off of you, but he grabbed a hold of your wrists and held them over your head as he pulled your shirt off of you. The second that he got it off of you, you started to cry.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t act like you don’t want this; I know you do.”

You just shook your head and kept crying. Xiao started pulling down your pants, and you tried to fight him the best that you could, but he was far stronger than you, and any resistance felt pointless(not that that stopped you from struggling).

“Look at what you’re fucking wearing. Who the fuck wears clothes like that with underwear like this underneath if they’re not begging to be fucked?”

You started crying even harder. You hadn’t been dressed in any particularly scandalous way. You had been wearing a crop top and some ripped jeans, but you didn’t think that was a particularly revealing outfit, and he didn’t get to tell you that wearing your pretty lacy underwear was you “begging to be fucked”! It wasn’t your fault that dressing pretty made you feel nice!

Xiao flipped you onto your stomach and held your wrists behind you in one hand while the other undid your bra. He pulled it off of you and used the straps to tie your wrists together behind your back before flipping you back over.

“Stop it! You can’t do this!”

Xiao snorted. Your makeup was running down your face, and your body was shaking with your sobs. He had to be sick to be enjoying this.

He started pulling down your panties, and that was enough for you to start screaming at him. However, unfortunately for you, Xiao didn’t enjoy your screaming, and after he had gotten your panties off of you, he shoved them in your mouth. When he saw you start to try and spit them out, he decided to give you a warning.

“If you spit those out or start screaming again, I will make you fucking regret it.”

You froze in fear, tears still running down your face as you watched Xiao pull off his shirt and hoodie and take off his underwear and pants. You couldn’t help but stare. After all, he was built so incredibly well that you couldn’t help but run your eyes over his chiseled torso and his surprisingly big arms. The second your eyes reached his cock however, you snapped back to reality and your current situation.

You started wriggling around, trying to free your wrists, but before you had any success, Xiao was spreading your legs and lining his cock up with your hole. You started sobbing again, and Xiao laughed at how pathetic you looked underneath him. He was feeling better already. He started pushing inside of you, and you started trying to voice your protests through the cloth in your mouth. He forced his way in until he was balls deep, and god, it fucking hurt. You certainly weren’t wet enough, and he was too big for it not to hurt. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and started fucking you immediately. He was moaning and breathing heavily above you, and you wished you could just crawl away.

After a few minutes, he reached up and pulled your panties out of your mouth. You started begging him to stop, apologizing over and over, but he didn’t stop.

“Fuck cumming on you, I’m going to fucking fill you up.”

You immediately started panicking.

“Please, no! You can’t! I’m not on the pill, please!”

He laughed at your distress.

“Well, if you don’t want me to fucking breed you, then- fuck, then you’re going to have to tell me how you fucking love my cock and that this is what- ngh, you were fucking made for.”

You really didn’t have a choice. You couldn’t risk getting pregnant, and saying a few words wasn’t going to kill you.

“I-”

“Wait wait wait.”

He stopped fucking you for a second and reached beside him, grabbing his phone before turning it on and pointing it towards you.

“Now say it.”

He was going to record you? Fuck. He started fucking you again but not quite as hard and fast as before as he kept his phone pointed at you.

“I love your cock so much. This is what I was made for! I'm sorry, please!”

He laughed again at your desperation and tossed his phone beside him before starting to fuck you even harder.

After a few more minutes, Xiao was getting close to cumming, and as ashamed of it as you were, so were you. It really wasn’t your fault. He was hitting all the right spots, and your body was responding accordingly! After a few more thrusts, you were arching your back and moaning as you came around his cock.

“See? I fucking knew you liked this, so stop acting like you don’t. Fucking whore.”

Unfortunately for you, Xiao wasn’t done yet and was overstimulating the hell out of you. You begged him to stop, and he ignored you. He kept fucking you until he was finally finishing inside of you, much to your horror.

“You…you came inside…”

“Did you really believe that I wouldn’t? You should be grateful. You barely deserve my cum.”

Xiao pulled out of you and wiped off his cock on your thigh. He got dressed again and went and sat back in his chair, putting on his headset. He immediately started talking about what he’d just done to you, and you realized that all of his friends that he had been taking to had heard him rape you. Xiao spun around in his chair and grabbed his phone from the bed. He was sending the video that he had taken of you to his friends.

“Please, Xiao, don’t show that video to anyone, please!”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“I’ll show it to whoever I want, and if you don’t want me showing it to anyone that you know, then you won’t mention this to anyone.”

You met his gaze and could tell that he was being serious.

“…Okay.”

He turned away from you again and kept talking to his friends. How fucked up did they have to be if they were fine with hearing about how he raped you? You laid on his bed and tried to stop thinking. Maybe in a few minutes, he would let you go, and you could walk back to your house and never have to see him again.

Though, of course, things couldn’t go your way, and after about 10 minutes of him talking to his friends and you trying to space out, he was getting up and walking back over to you.

“What are you doing?”

You tried to wiggle away from him as he got back on top of you.

“I’m going to fuck you again. Isn’t that obvious?”

You started crying again. This was going to be a long evening.

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agnosticmoney · 16 days

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the cuties ever me thinks?!!!?!🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨AGHDHSHDDHDHD SOBS

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unlikevanity · 20 days

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You have 3/8 pages and you still haven't beaten the game in 10 years

Here's the art for you guys too

Collab between me and @venom-verdict

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gncgang · 8 months

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The Pillar Man Ass Collage (or, my massterpiece)

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nythtak · 3 months

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The worst day of Oliver's life is turned on its head when his mum tries to eat his best mate.

Turns out? Oliver had an extra layer of reasoning for lying about his family.

Felix is absolutely positive about…three things. Yeah, let’s go with three. Good solid number, and he's always liked triangles best.

First, Oliver is a man-eating, variably shark-toothed ghoul. Second, there’s a part of him - and who fucking knows how potent that part might be on any given day - that wants to tear Felix to pieces and gobble up every last scrap (dick very much included). And third-

Felix is kinda into that.

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wil-fae · 3 months

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#finally posting this #please play this game #it's made me cry so many times but so worth it #in stars and time #isat #siffrin #isat siffrin #isat fanart

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twinktor-frankenstein · 5 days

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Sans Sona

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plague-of-insomnia · 9 months

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No Regrets - A Buddy Daddies Ficlet

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Fandom: Buddy Daddies | Pairing: Kazurei | Words: 196

Summary: Rei's entire life changed when he decided to press that gun to his arm and pull the trigger. And yet he has no regrets.

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Reblogs always appreciated!

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grumpytressym · 1 year

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My Favorite Dunamancer

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gaylittlecryptid · 9 months

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Fuzzy gropeable puppy 🐶

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blue-chimera · 3 months

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People talk about Dean being prejudiced against monsters — and, well, he is. But he also basically grew up in a war zone and experienced his first act of terrorism at age 4, when his mom was killed in front of him. And then his dad conscripted him into guerrilla warfare to get revenge.

And I've seen people judge Dean so hard for having this prejudice (like it's proof that he's the scum of the earth), but that reaction is just puzzling to me. Cuz that's what violence DOES to just about everybody. It's really hard to get past this kind of basic hardwired stuff cuz your brain needs simple heuristics for survival reasons. If you get attacked by a panther & you can generalize "big cats = dangerous," you've got a massive leg up over someone who needs to get attacked by every species of big cat before concluding that they're all dangerous. And lessons that are drilled into your brain with fear & pain have serious sticking power.

I'm obviously not arguing that prejudice is fine. (I hope it goes without saying that prejudice is something we should all be trying to eradicate in ourselves.) I'm just saying we should be aware of how prejudice can be born of real suffering. Because it means we're all susceptible to it: to turning our pain into prejudice & letting our injuries become an excuse to lash out blindly. And it's too easy to let it happen if you tell yourself that this is something that only the worst people feel or do...

Here's one way we see it happen: You get hurt by Group B1, but you don't differentiate between subgroups of B, so you retaliate against all of B. B2 now sees themselves as victims of your unprovoked attack, and you're a member of C2, so they seek revenge against all of C. Or, they target C2 but C3 gets caught in the crossfire, and so on. So now you're a perpetrator of violence, stuck in a cycle of violence with no clear way out, and maybe you've even hurt B more than C was hurt to start with. But that doesn't mean you weren't a victim with a legitimate grievance originally.

This is why violence is a self-perpetuating cycle. You may think you're too smart to get caught up in something like that, but it's not about being smart. Intelligence can tell you that you were an injured party, but it can't (by itself) tell you what to do about it. Rather, breaking the cycle requires the courage to engage in honest self-reflection, the willingness to practice empathy, & the humility to admit you could be making a mistake.

Storytelling is one way we can begin to cultivate these traits in ourselves. Storytelling can help us to see things with enough distance to judge but enough closeness to empathize (and thereby understand our own vulnerability to making these kinds of mistakes).

For example, look at Dean. A demon kills his mom, and he kills everything that goes bump in the night. And the crazy thing is that Dean realizes he's got a prejudice against monsters really early on in the show. After seeing Lenore for what she really is in S2:E3, he grasps the implications of pacifist vamps right away and pretty much immediately calls out his own attitudes & past actions.

(Which, frankly, shows Dean to be a lot more openminded than folks usually want to give him credit for! When you're up against that kind of trauma-induced lifelong prejudice, it'd be easy to shrug it off with something like, "She's just one vamp. An aberration. It doesn't mean anything." Much, much easier than confronting the fact that you personally might've killed innocent people. Again, this is why it takes courage & humility to look truth in the eye.)

But the war is still raging. And, as we come to see, "knowing" something vs. truly internalizing it (letting it guide your behavior) are 2 separate things. And imagine how much worse, how much harder it must be to try to parse out prejudice from justified wariness when you're an active soldier on the battlefield, a battlefield with no clear lines. It should come as no surprise, then, that Dean flips out when Ruby pushes Sam to use his powers, either in S3 when this first solidifies his distrust & dislike of her (dislike that had been visibly softening after she saved his life in S3:E9, "Malleus Maleficarum," before her agenda on that front became clear) or in S4, when he comes back to find that she's succeeded in "converting" Sam.

And it's ironic that Dean's instincts about Ruby ultimately turn out to be right, given that they're backed by little more than prejudice. But that, too, is like real life: One of the hardest things about letting go of prejudice is the fact that even a broken clock is right twice a day. The beleaguered underdog — the persecuted minority — the victim of prejudice — is not always innocent. To look at this a different way: just because someone's prejudiced against you doesn't automatically make you "the good guy." Dean was wrong to be prejudiced against Ruby... but he also happened to be right.

It's possible for both sides to have grievances, and it's possible for both sides to have done wrong. Or, to say it another way: You've got to do good stuff to be the good guy. Just being an injured party? The other guy being bad? None of that makes you automatically good. None of that means you get to just totally throw critical thinking or self-reflection out the window. "They did X so now anything goes" is a race to the bottom just waiting to happen. Even when "X" is truly horrific, like burning a woman alive in front of her small child. Dean could've used that as an excuse to never stop killing. And if you can't make room for the duality of victimized & victimizer in a single party, it's hard to even begin to understand that as wrong.

So... yeah. Even though it would've been satisfying to see Dean's prejudice stymied by the S4 finale instead of seemingly validated, there's still a lot of value to be gleaned from analyzing the messages throughout the show (and season 4 in particular) about prejudice & its role in the cycle of violence; about what Dean knows (and doesn't know) vs. what he believes vs. how he acts; about the role his prejudice played in helping push Sam into Ruby's arms (which is something I would argue), etc.

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