#i like it when my men are evil and tragic

[visionsofmagic]

✧˚ · . mk1 men with villain!reader [bubbles] ˚ · .

tomas, kuai liang, bi han, raiden, liu kang, johnny cage, kung lao, syzoth, shang tsung

—⭒ intro. dialogues, fluff, spicy, crush!mk1 men, crush!reader, pet names, hurt/comfort, flirting, power play, 's all? • came to my mind & I wanted to write but it's my first time to write this kind of work [intro. dialogues], so, take easy on me please. enjoy!

y/n: oh hi pretty boy! already missed me? tomas: what would I miss? you tried to rip my heart last time we met!

y/n: c’mon tomas, be a good boy for me and maybe I will let you come and take a look up close. tomas: I prefer not to get so close y/n. I don’t want to end up like the last time.

tomas: it's tragic to see you as an enemy of mine, y/n. I wish we met before all the bad things happened in your life. y/n: don't, tomas, don't give me hope of having someone who understands me truly.

kuai liang: don’t play with me, y/n. y/n: what would you do? burn me alive? well, that kinda sounds sexy.

y/n: well well, it's good to see my favorite boy. kuai liang: favorite boy to kiss or kill?

kuai liang: you should join me y/n. together we can protect the earthrealm. y/n: it’s a bit sad how you chose to protect it when you can simply - burn it to the ground.

bi han: you were so much more fearful in my dreams. y/n: you dreamt about me? oh, so cute!

y/n: c’mon ice boy, I bet you need someone to warm your bed. bi han: I take this as an invitation, y/n. are you so needy for me?

bi han: together we can reach the power we need. y/n: baby, I can’t decide which version of you is sexier; evil or good boy. so, I would say; both.

liu kang: don’t play with this timeline, y/n. keep still. be good for once. y/n: but where is the fun in that?!

liu kang: for what you have done, I should punish you. y/n: it sounds kind of hot when you say it like that fire god.

y/n: I bet you would look so good on your knees before me. liu kang: you always have a side that is hungry for power, aren't you, y/n?

raiden: I wish you were on our side, y/n. y/n: it’s not my way to be a gentle farmer boy. I like it rough.

y/n: oh, is that blush on your pretty face? raiden: don’t even start again!

raiden: liu kang says we once were lovers - in previous timelines. y/n: you sound excited raiden. it’s a matter of time before we become one in this too.

johnny cage: oh, where have you come from? hell? because you’re burning like one! y/n: after this fight, I will not be the only one who’s burning, cage.

y/n: no one can replace me, so, I can choose to play in your movie, johnny. johnny cage: really?! baby, you even deserve your own movie! with me, as your partner.

johnny cage: you have all villain types baby; power, rage, a bit of sexy energy. y/n: and you have everything to be thankful that I will go easy on you, star boy.

kung lao: you should be on our side, miss. y/n: it’s boring, but I can let you be on mine farmer boy.

y/n: I like your hat much more now. how about we make a good use of it? in bed. kung lao: oh, right? thank you for the - wait, what?!

kung lao: liu kang warned us about you; about how bloodthirsty you can be. y/n: you shouldn't worry too much cutie, I will be gentle with you.

y/n: can you really shape-shift into a human and a reptile? it’s fascinating! can I have a close look? syzoth: don't even think about it y/n. the last time's marks are still on my tail.

syzoth: why do you keep fighting with me? y/n: because I wanna see the beast inside you. it’s mesmerizing.

y/n: you should be my assistant instead of milena’s. we can have so much fun together. syzoth: a voice in me says that the fun you refer to is not what I think it is.

y/n: don’t think I am at your side shang tsung. it’s just business. shang tsung: such a shame my lady. we could have been a great couple.

shang tsung: I wonder what you looked like in previous timelines, darling. y/n: curiosity killed the cat, sorcerer. focus on me instead.

y/n: you know, I kinda like seeing you on your knees shang tsung. no one can even guess how pathetic you’re for me. shang tsung: I don’t care my love. satisfying you is my priority.

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#💟 bubble work by rose! #mk1 #mk1 x reader #tomas vrbada #tomas x reader #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #raiden #raiden x reader #kung lao #kung lao x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #syzoth #syzoth x reader #💨 tried for the first time & hope you like it! thank u! muuah

[thehmn]

So far Jake Doubleyoo’s version of Loki is one of my favorites. The line “Wow this problem was actually super easy to fix. I wonder how I can ruin this situation for myself?” is perfect Loki.

Like most people who take an interest in Norse Mythology I went through the expected stages of Loki interpretations; He’s evil. No he’s actually good. He’s tragic. He’s actually a misunderstood hero.

But the truth is he’s just a trickster god who thinks he is too smart for his own good sometimes. He keeps doing stuff just because he thought it’d be funny or to see what would happen and well, he finds out what happens. He cuts Sif’s hair off for no reason while she’s sleeping and Thor immediately knows he was the culprit because he does shit like that all the time and when he’s told to fix it he keeps digging himself into worse trouble AFTER FIXING THE PROBLEM.

And thanks to Hollywood people think of Odin as a Zeus type but in reality Odin is a trickster god too. He and Loki have a lot in common and it makes sense that they’re blood brothers. In case you don’t know, blood brothers are men who were so close they decided to mix their blood, usually by cutting or pricking themselves and pushing the wounds together. They do a lot of the same stuff, only Odin is more focused on learning while Loki just wants to party.

I know “Loki turns evil because the gods treat him so badly” is a popular interpretation but if you actually sit down and read the texts you could just as easily interpret it as “Loki keeps fucking around and finding out and is mad that his actions have consequences” because the texts are so vague you have to do a lot of reading between the lines. Some texts even contradict each other. In one text both of Loki’s parents are jotun. In another his mother is a god. You can literally read the texts and their many translations in a million ways.

I personally like the version of Loki we get in the comic series Valhalla. In that version he is a trickster god to the bone who does stuff for shits and giggles or because he thinks he’s above the law. He’s never truly evil but he can’t be trusted either. You get a lot of funny scenes where he’s freaking out because the gods are onto him and he’s trying to talk his way out. Also, for the Aces out there, he’s implied to be asexual in this version. He does the sex sometimes but only to reach a goal.

This version is the base for a lot of Loki interpretations in Scandinavia and is worth a read.

#Loki

[babygorewhore]

His Little Angel

After watching your favorite Only fans member, one who wears a Ghostface mask, you wish you could see him in real life. When you attend Midsummer, you’re shocked at who’s the owner of that voice. Rafe Cameron.

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Disclaimer: Girl in photo is just for aesthetic! I don’t look like that myself so it’s okay lol

Warnings! Female and male masterbation! Porn! Mask kink! Degrading! Blow Job!! No plot. Very little proof reading

Your clit was swollen and sore as your vibrator relentlessly moved , your eyes squeezed shut. Another night on only fans, moaning loud enough that you almost scared yourself and your spine curled on the bed.

“My pretty little angel, coming on my cock? Your pretty pussy is so soft, I can’t get enough.” His voice was addictive. Even if it was just from your phone.

After the third time, you finally pulled it away and panted. Your naked sweaty body underneath your cool room brought you to clean yourself up with a discarded shirt. You liked it messy but you didn’t want it completely running down your legs.

Ghostface just had that effect on you. He was your favorite Only fans star.

You had subscribed last month, paying the maximum amount of money to get the most exclusive content. Personal messages and his own nickname for you. Little Angel or Angel. Which was the ironic purpose because you were anything but. Every night spreading your legs eagerly to a man in a mask. He wore others but this one was your favorite. He wouldn’t reveal his face.

But he was tall, muscular with strong, long fingers and a thick, pulsing cock he finished stroking and cum spilled from the tip at the end of the video.

God, you wanted to blow him. Choke on whatever he gave you with no complaints. His voice was raspy and almost pleading at times.

But he was dominant. Everything you did was to his will.

You did exchange one picture with him. One where you were wearing your prettiest bra and panties after you came. Your cheeks were red, hair messy and your eyes glassy. You needed him to see the effect he had on you.

“Pretty little angel. Fucked out for me. You’re so fucking hot and so wet.” His message was always teasing. Ending just when you needed them to reach their peak. He did it on purpose.

You had a fantasy. Him breaking into your house with the mask, tying you to the bed and ripping off the mask before he buried his face in your cunt. The very idea caused your pussy to quiver. You watched another video and came again

Midsummer was the last thing you wanted to participate in. Even though you were technically a Kook, you hated the snobby assholes who looked down at anyone beneath them. Your parents weren’t like that, even when they worked closely with the worst of them.

The Cameron’s. The very name of the family made you want to gag. Okay, you hadn’t met them but you heard horror stories from Kiera, a girl you used to babysit as a teenager when she was in middle school, that they were evil. Especially the oldest. Rafe. He was a bully, stuck up and always got what he wanted. Including the company when Ward died on a tragic suicide on his own boat.

You wore a long, slick dress with high heels and a flower crown. Your hair spilling around your face and sweat proof makeup.

You felt pretty even though you dread seeing all these people. They knew you as a little girl, running around and following your rich parents. But you were so much more than that, especially as an adult.

Kiera waved at you and you returned it with a smile. The twinkling lights, gentle music and sunset was a beautiful picture as the dance floor filled. But your mind thought about Ghostface. What was he doing right now? Working his regular job? Planning more content? For you? Your cheeks warmed with memories. How dirty was that? Thinking about fucking a man in a mask while sweet couples swayed on the wood floor in front of you?

A few men offered to dance and you accepted. Awkwardly staring at their faces as they moved their hands too low on your waist but it was the most action you got in months other than your toys.

You were bored now. You had a fake smile, stood next to your parents for an hour before you decided to change scenery.

The inside of the house wasn’t as crowded but people still talked while holding drinks in clear glasses. A variety of ages were there, especially with staff. You recognized Topper, he used to be close with the Cameron’s before their daughter stayed with the Pouges. But currently he and a black male were talking shit to a blonde boy carrying a tray of drinks.

Frowning, you went to follow them to stop the scene when your father called you over, you didn’t know they came in.

“Sweetheart, I want you to meet someone!” Turning, your eyes widened.

Rafe Cameron, who was wearing a blue tux gave you an alluring dark look and smile. His hair was slicked back, exposing his perfect bone structure and pink lips. He loomed over you and even your dad with his height as you stood in the circle.

“Hi,” You clipped and stuck out your hand. His large hand was warm and strong as he shook yours.

“Rafe was just telling us how nice it was to finally see you after hearing so much, weren’t you?” Your mothers intentions were obvious as you tried not to roll your eyes. Yeah, he’s hot but he’s also an asshole.

“You’re as pretty as an angel.”

You stumbled back, slipping onto the floor, legs bent as you fell on the floor.

“Oh god! Baby, are you okay?” Your dad gasped.

Oh my god. His voice.

The nickname??

This couldn’t be real. This could not happen. Rafe was faster and wrapped his arm around your waist, bending down to lift you to your feet. He brought you close, almost chest to chest as his hand settled on your hip. “Are you okay?”

You swallowed hard and started stuttering. “Um-I’m okay I-uh you-“ You snapped your mouth shut as he gave you a smirk. Oh, he knew you alright. You sent him a fucking picture after you touched yourself to his porn and now he was holding you up.

Tightly.

“Here, I’ll take her to make sure she’s alright.” Rafe told your parents, his brows pulled together in concern-real or not as your mother nodded.

“Oh you’re such a gentleman,” She gave you a subtle pinch on your arm as his arm tightened around your body.

You expected him to just walk you to the nearest room but instead he picked you up bridal style, your feet flying as he secured you easily.

Was this really happening? Rafe Cameron was Ghostface on Only fans and now he was carrying you down a hallway where there wasn’t anyone to be found.

“My little angel, acting like such a sweet girl. No one knows how much of a slut you actually are.” He popped open a door, exposing an empty room with a table and chairs after whispering in your ear, his teeth gently grazing the skin.

You breathed sharply as he set you down, pushing your legs apart with his knee. “I’ve been dying to finally fuck this mouth that’s always moaning for me,” He growled. “This time without that fucking mask.”

“Rafe-“ You began but he shoved two fingers in your mouth to the back of your throat. His warm breath fanning your face as spit pooled from your mouth.

You gagged and rolled your head back. He’d made himself spill with this exact hand. He circled them slowly. “I’ve been wondering how that sounded from you.”

Without warning he grabbed a fist full of your hair and forced you from the table onto your knees. “And now, my angel is going to be my fucking whore.” He growled and tapped your cheek after pulling out his digits.

“Open that filthy mouth and do exactly what you’re made for.”

Your polished nails frantically moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his suit pants. His black boxers made him look like a model on a men’s magazine as his hard dick leaked precum as you pulled them down. It hung heavily in front of you as your cunt tightened around nothing.

Rafe took a hold of his cock and slapped your cheek with it. “Stick out your tongue,” He ordered and you obeyed. You wanted to please him. Be used by him and his commands were so fucking hot you could have came in your panties just from that.

Hearing his voice again stirred a raging fire inside you as you opened your mouth and sucked him like a lollipop. You pulled back to sloppily lick the sides, a pool of spit on your neck as your lips took him in. Rafes fingers in your hair pulled so tight more tears streamed down your face and stained your cheeks with makeup.

He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat as he started fucking your face. “Such a fucking little slut. Not an angel anymore, huh? A cock sucking bitch.” His degradation only turned you on more as you slurped and took it.

“I’m always taking care of you, now you get to return the fucking favor.” Rafe grunted and pulled even harder. “I’m gonna cum down your slutty throat.”

True to his word, he spilled into and all over your mouth. When he finally let you go, you coughed and wiped your lips. Lipstick was all over the back of your hand. Rafe took out his phone as he adjusted himself back into his pants. A flash clicked and you leaned back, doe eyes wide.

“Now, I have my own little picture when I jerk off.” He gave you a wink and bent down, “And don't wipe your face. Everyone is gonna know exactly who’s cock you’ve sucked.”

Tagging @xxhellfirebunnyxx @scene-and-dandylover @drewstarkeyslut @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @imyourdaninow @slvt4jamesmarch @reidsbtch @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @chrrymunson

If I didn’t tag someone forgot.

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[lesamis]

1810s dashboard but it's niche drama

💛 heartofanna Following

imagine cancelling someone for saying war is bad

🧵 sharethewoe Follow

#didn't expect better from w*rdsworth but some people i rly thought i could count on…… #anyway we will live to see this empire fall. can't stop history lol (via @heartofanna)

speaking as someone who was press ganged at the age of 17 to serve in his majesty's royal navy i couldn't be more grateful for your poem. young men like me are cannon fodder and you spoke for so many of us. fuck napoleon but fuck parliament even more.

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stable forgiving virtuous flourishing in my lane definitely not buying poison moisturized unbothered never been better

chatterpwned-deactivated78345629743

me when i lie

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🏛 mynoseisfine Follow

Settling this once and for all. What does the public actually think about the Parthenon marbles debate:

🦉 realminerva Follow

lol i know it’s you lord elgin

🦉 realminerva Follow

like we joke and all but fully aside from the fact that removing the sculptures from greek soil was vulturine and opportunistic etc, it’s really just the tip of a frankly gigantic mountain of imperialist bullshit. let’s not pretend we haven’t been brutally killing hundreds who resisted oppression in india, LITERALLY BOMBED A NEUTRAL EUROPEAN CAPITAL, and embarrassed ourselves in the charge against napoleon for years now. pathetic ass empire & evil as hell to boot. @mynoseisfine the greeks who carved your marbles millennia ago would kick your tory ass so hard

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🎀 emmawoodhousestan Follow

how do i still keep seeing thomas chatterton's final post being reblogged, wtf is wrong with you freaks??? he was seventeen it was tragic and horrible and happened ages ago. he was a kid just let him rest

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🍎 masque-off Following

callout post for @castleyeah @lordsidmouth @officialcoe @parliamentofficial: they oppress, murder and famish the british working people & also suck majorly

⛪ castleyeah Follow

sour cuz you’re unfit to have custody of your own kids huh

🍎 masque-off Following

proud to be the dad of a newborn who could already rend your pudding spine asunder with a mere glance

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🦆 mallardturner Following

finished this today 😊

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😎 chadeharold Follow

why is it always “you’re risking your life and legacy & will get yourself killed before the age of five and twenty” and never how was swimming the hellespont the hellespont looked fun was it fun

🎭 loved-joanna Mutuals

ohhh my god you swam the hellespont five years ago?? wooow should we tell everyone?? should we throw a party?? should we invite famous hero of greek myth leander who swam the hellespont

😎 chadeharold Follow

@loved-joanna look we never had any beef & don’t have to start this now. it’s cool that you’re sticking up for my ex, you guys were friends first, but just know that i’ve always trusted your opinion on my work & genuinely respect and admire you & would still be up for a collab whenever.

🎭 loved-joanna Mutuals

yea sure why don’t your lips collab with my ass

😎 chadeharold Follow

on it boss

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#literally call me. down if you are

🍂 endymion Follow

sorry is it me or is the assassin who stabbed german bootleg wordsworth kinda…… 🥵

💄 biprincesscharlotte Mutuals

JOHN KEATS????????

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#i'm p sure this is the author of lamia thirstposting on main??? help

🌾 huntsmanx Follow

romanticism this romanticism that why don’t you romanticise universal suffrage and rights for labouring people

🌾 huntsmanx Follow

anyone else in jail for seditious libel

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lmao i'm one of the “anyone else”s and i know you’re enjoying family visits and apparently some kind of cushy armchair situation, plus tons of books. try being in here as a spencean dude they won’t even let me learn how to write. worst of all some evangelical came by yesterday just to proselytize & put me “on the right path” fml

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🗻 mounttambora Follow

y'all i don't feel so good :/

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#if you use dark mode...........rip i guess #this was the most fun i've had writing anything in so long. also. if you see the timeline not check out no you don't #(wedderburn was only imprisoned in the 1820s i think & the lamia volume was also published in 1820) #(also up to you whether he's responding to henry or leigh hunt. it's the 1810s everyone's in jail esp if they're a hunt) #romanticism #and just to be sure. #long post

[aingeal98]

More Buffyposting today but one thing I love about Willow is how aware she is in a meta sense. She knows on some level that Buffy's the protagonist and she's a supporting character, so when Buffy dies she drags her out of heaven because they need her to keep the "show" going. And then when she decides she's going to murder Warren for killing Tara she knows this will firmly put her against the others, crossing a line and making her a villain. So she decides fuck it and makes a quick stop to change into quite possibly the only dark jacket and jeans in her wardrobe because if she's going on a rampage of rage and vengeance with no coming back then she is going to look the part!

Everything about Willow at the end of s6 is so awful and tragic but also so very fun, because not only does she get to vent every single issue and mean thought she's had for years now to show how committed she is to burning bridges, but she also gets to say as many silly villain lines as she wants. The amusement in her voice when she summons a fireball to murder two men and says "fly my pretty fly" like she was having so much fun ticking every villain cliche and joke off her list and honestly good for her! I was having fun watching it too. You go Willow, say bored now and complete your downward spiral by referencing your own evil mirror from years ago who foreshadowed your slide into the dark side. Give Buffy an enemy to destroy so she can go out fighting. Make fun of how Dawn was underutilised and only seemed to suffer. Mock Xander for his obvious power of friendship speech but then get friendshipped anyway sucker because no matter your level of metatextual awareness you are still a part of that text and you suffer the real emotions that come with it.

It's just so good. I adore her arc so much.

#btvs rambles #btvs #willow rosenberg

[sorrelchestnut]

I think everything about Astarion is perfectly explained by the fact that he has siblings.

I mean, yes, centuries of torment and trauma, grasping at power to make himself feel safe, blah blah blah: that part was immediately obvious all the way back in EA. But he's also genuinely selfish and petty and spiteful, seeming to delight in people's miseries and sulk at their joys, in a way that doesn't come off as "traumatized sadboi" so much as "spiteful bitch." Which I enjoy tremendously as a character, don't get me wrong, but like. He does cackle in joy when you accidentally (or "accidentally") send that poor gnome flying into oblivion. He is not a nice person.

But! The second you learn that he has siblings, everything makes sense! He wasn't tragically wandering the halls of a big Evil Gothic Mansion alone with his master and tormentor; he was locked in a fucking dormitory with six other spawn of indeterminate age who are encouraged to compete and sabotage each other for Cazador's favor. (There were fucking bunk beds, y'all. Just imagine.) I spent years going to sleep-away camp for the summers and usually came back meaner and that was with dozens of counselors attempting to teach us the value of friendship; of fucking course Astarion is the most miserable, spiteful little bastard (un)alive.

Some of it is the very specific trope they used to write him: he's the very model of a regency rake, not the "dark powerful reformable bad boy" kind but the drawling, pissant little dandy fortune hunter, who ingratiates himself with the dowagers by way of his cutting tongue and seduces young ladies of means to live off their dowry. But the rest of it is very definitely the two centuries of social reinforcement by his equally miserable and hateful siblings. He's every mean girl from every teen movie who got that way by climbing to the top of the pack, allergic to sympathy and sincerity because any hint of it has been consistently mocked and punished and inflicting that mindset on others in turn.

As usual none of it actually excuses his bad behavior, blah blah blah I'm not interesting in legislating the crimes of fictional men, but it is excellent character writing. None of what I learned about him later ever contradicted any of my first impressions, only informed and enhanced. And it says a lot that he does grow so much more sympathetic and sincere by the end (if that's the example you set) because it really reinforces just how much he's influenced by his social circle. When he's surrounded by a pack of perpetually-adolescent squabbling murderchildren, he's... habitually unkind, let's just say. When he's away from that environment and rewarded with kindness and validation for behaving like a moderately functional adult, he finally gets a chance to prove that he just might actually be one.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #meta #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[heartrender6]

most of the kuwei hate in this fandom is absolutely racially motivated and most of it is probably subconscious but i NEED to talk about this.

and not because i think people r thinking "i hate kuwei!! he's asian and i hate asians!!" tbh most anti asian racism on the internet goes way deeper than that.

basically, what i believe to be the most prominent type of racism against asians, especially on the internet, is stereotyping. specifically "uwu-ification." the east asian entertainment industry likes to paint asian people as cute, submissive and sweet because it markets disturbingly well to american audiences, and whether people mean to or not, they internalize it and it affects the way they think of asian people as a whole. This mostly happens to east and southeast asian women, but definitely a lot with men too, especially in more recent years with the whole yaoi culture thing (i fucking hated typing that) becoming more popular. simply put, it's fetishization.

so how does this relate to kuwei? well, when kuwei is introduced to us, and im not gonna dance around it— he is pretty stereotypically asian. he's shy, innocent, small, good at math/science and— you guessed it— no speaka engrish. leigh bardugo lays the perfect trap for fandom white girl weeaboos to gush over this guy. once i came across a modern au where kuwei's whole northern chinese-mongolian ass is a "shy japanese transfer student." i really wish i was making this up.

but then we find out that kuwei is actually a conniving little shit who is really quite terrible at science and spends all day making shitty drawings of his crush instead of doing math or wtv. The turning point where we are told this is the jesper kiss. This is the point where we find out kuwei is not the yaoi uwu baby we thought he was. and how does fuckin 2/3 of the fandom react?? hate. instant hate. If you search "i hate kuwei" on twitter there are tweets both defending and attacking him, but there is significantly more of the latter.

most of them claim to hate him for kissing jesper but like... jesper kissed him. He doesn't say anything because, in his own words, "we're all probably going to die anyway." does no one see how tragic that is?? he let his first (probably) kiss be taken by someone who he knew didn't even like him because he thought it would be the only one he'd ever get.

and yet the only thing people see is that he "got in the way" of wesper and he's evil. throughout the series kuwei is given no agency, and that's the point of his character. everyone on the planet treats him as a weapon or a bargaining chip. he gets tossed around like a rag doll and to white (or otherwise not asian) audiences, that makes him the perfect picture of a little asian cutie i almost vomited typing that holy shit. but the moments where he takes something for himself— insisting on going to ravka, kissing jesper back— that's what makes people hate him. and don't even get me started on the way people project their hatred onto the other crows, especially wylan. yall will act like wylan loathes kuwei with all his being. he doesn't!! wylan is not a hateful person and he always defends kuwei!! but nooo, kuwei sucks and he deserves it for daring to be a person instead of an idea.

and hey?? guess what?? kuwei was NEVER in the way of wesper. there was no love triangle. narratively speaking, there was never any threat that kuwei would end up with jesper instead of wylan. never ever. the kiss was literally only put there to create drama for wylan and jesper. we never even hear how kuwei feels about it. stop using that as an excuse to hate on kuwei when we can all see it's because you're subconsciously mad at an asian person not being nice.

also disliking kuwei does not automatically make you racist, im just saying a lot of hatred towards kuwei is rooted in racism.

tagging my fellow aapi moots (that i know of) because i wanna hear yalls thoughts on this! @hauntedacousticversiontv @dramaqueentruther

#bishangzoy #shadow and bone #six of crows #kuwei yul bo #wesper #i wanna make it clear that it IS mostly subconscious but that doesn't mean mfs who are guilty of this should be held any less accountable

[bookshelfdreams]

do it. gimme the Izzy straight-coded meta 👀

I feel like I need to preface this by saying that Actually, Izzy Is Straightcoded would be the inflammatory clickbait title I'd give this if it were written to draw traffic & ad revenue to my shitty website. So don't take that term too seriously.

There has been a lot of ink spilled about Izzy thinking he's in a story where one can only be subtextually queer. Some even by yours truly, but the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. What would be the purpose of queercoding Izzy?

In general, villains* aren't queercoded to show that men being attracted to other men is bad. It's often the outcome; but it's not why the trope exists. It exists because cishet people tend to be (and are encouraged to be) profoundly uncomfortable with gender nonconformity, and so, making a character gnc becomes a quick and easy way to make him appear twisted and untrustworthy. If he** can't even obey the fundamental rules of his own gender (rules that are inherent and unchangeable!) what other rules does he disobey?

Or: If a man is insufficiently masculine, he can't be trusted to have morals. The villain isn't gnc because that's an evil trait to have; rather, the gender nonconformity is a symptom of his evilness. Being evil is what enables him to embrace his feminine side, and embracing his feminine side is what others him and marks him as a villain.

This only really works when he's contrasted with a hero (or heroine) who is Doing Gender Correctly. The villain is foul to highlight how good the hero is. The Hero will be honest and straightforward, brave, physically powerful; the Queercoded Villain treacherous, cowardly, and physically weak. The hero is a Proper Man, a Good Person. The villain an Improper Man, and therefore, a Bad Person.

Of course ofmd fundamentally rejects this. The shorthand wouldn't work, because ofmd simply doesn't think effeminacy is creepy. It's uninterested in moralizing self-expression; it just lets people be how they are. There's a wide range of expressions of masculinity on this show, and none of it is inherently bad. People are allowed to be hypermasculine, flamboyant, and anything inbetween, can express their gender in whatever manner they want, and it's all fine - as long as they are authentic about it. Be however you are, but be yourself, and this is what Izzy fails at. The repression marks him as a villain. The strict adherence to what he thinks a Real Man Pirate ought to be like. He's very preoccupied with enforcing a traditional (and toxic) masculinity on himself and others. It's no coincidence the characters he antagonizes the most - Stede and Lucius - are also the most effeminate ones. And I know, I know anglophones have a much more casual relationship to twat and cunt, those don't nearly feel as uncomfortable for y'all as they do for me, so I don't want to assign too much significance here, but he is the only character who constantly uses this kind of language, and also the one who uses the most gender&sexuality based slurs (as far as I remember).

All of this while being clearly, obviously queer himself! I do not feel like I need to explain this; his flustered reaction when Lucius asks him if he's ever been sketched speaks for itself. The fact that he meets Stede and immediately slices his shirt off of him, speaks for itself. And so on.

Izzy isn't straightcoded in the sense that the story wants us to believe he's exclusively attracted to women. Much like a queercoded villain doesn't need to be shown to be attracted to men (and can even be shown to be attracted exclusively to women!) to still be queercoded. He's straightcoded in the sense that he's a stand-in for restrictive and toxic gender roles that society enforces on people. He buys into the idea that there's a way of Doing Gender Wrong, and this is presented as a tragic character flaw. Something he has to overcome to be able to do the thing that actually marks a hero in this show: express himself authentically.

Part of why I found his death so moving is because it enables him to set right the toxicity he spread. His rehabilitation arc was about himself; about finally allowing himself to be, accepting love, accepting community. His death was about taking responsibility. About fully recognizing the hurt he caused. Looking death in the face enables him to finally abandon the last shreds of that toxicity, to apologize and be granted forgiveness. In the end, he was not beyond saving, and the harm he has done will be healed.

*Izzy is introduced as an antagonist to both Stede and the central romance of this romcom. I'm not gonna debate this; if you disagree, fine, but you clearly have such a fundamentally wrong different view of the show that it's pointless for us to try and convince each other.

**of course Queercoded Female Villains exist s well, but they are a whole different can of worms and less relevant to this discussion

#okay now that i typed this all out i realize that i just basically keep writing the same izzy post over and over sorry for that #but i spent too long on it not to post it #i do not remember who said it but i saw a post a few days ago along the lines of #izzys death reads like the fantasy of a repentant abusive parent #and i think theres truth to that #may also read like the fantasy of the kid of an abused parent #finally the person who hurt you is able to apologize and you can part on good terms #but also wont have to deal w the fallout #i write as my grandmother who doesnt speak to us is probably dying idk #anyway! #i hope this is somewhat interesting #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #thoughts #anonymaus #message

[ystrike1]

Rewriting My Tragic Ending - By Kxwon (7.5/10)

She needs loyal dogs! She gets that and more. The usual sweet holy saintess story gets overthrown by a woman who refuses to die. She steals the men that were supposed to worship the true heroine, and her meddling actually prevents unnecessary deaths. So this is junk without the guilt. Some necessary evil. A grey area villainess!

Alicia had the perfect life. The perfect family. Money. High status. She also got a magical and holy adopted sister, who she loved dearly.

Nix was clearly crazy from the start. But Ophelia was too pure and wonderful to kick him out. It was the one thing. The one time Alicia said no to Ophelia. Ophelia was allowed to have whatever she wanted, but Alicia wanted to kick out this one suspicious man! Ophelia fought back, and then Nix transforms.

He's barely human. A dark worshipper intent on sacrificing Ophelia to end their peaceful world. He wants his God to devour all. The entire family dies except Alicia, her baby nephew and Ophelia. Ophelia runs away after attempting to save Alicia...but Alicia doesn't know that. When she wakes up she sees Ophelia fleeing.

She holds her baby nephew. She vows to rebuild his family. She will make money, so he can have the title and life he deserves. The castle has been flattened. Their parents are gone, but Alicia will not give up.

It takes ten long years. Alicia used the money in her name to open a wine business. It's successful. She has managed to keep all of her family lands. Everything is going well, but she cannot share it with her beloved family.

Ophelia has not shown her face.

Alicia despises the coward who left. Ophelia never even came to the funeral, where their shared family was buried en masse.

Alicia is captured by Nix. To add insult to injury he doesn't care about her. He plans to use her as bait, to lure out Ophelia. Alicia wakes in a nasty cell, in chains. With nothing but cult madmen for company.

She dreams, and its a nightmare.

She dreams about a book called Ophelia's Night. She is dead in that book. Nix tortures her. He uses her body, literally, to lure Ophelia out. Ophelia accidentally gave Alicia her divine powers when she attempted to save her. Alicia can survive any torture, so Nix delivers parts of Alicia's body to Ophelia.

When Ophelia finally comes Nix beheads Alicia.

Ophelias powers return to her when Alicia dies. Ophelia gets over her cowardice when she looks at the body. She attacks Nix, finally ready to sacrifice herself for once. She wins and is declared the savior of mankind.

Now Alicia knows she has powers. Great. She manages to use them to escape her cell. She uses information from the book to find Ophelia's weapon. It's a man. His name is Norman and he's an unnaturally strong paladin.

She frees him.

The first chapter is Norman swearing his eternal loyalty to his savior.

It's promising.

He seems like a really sweet guy. He is, at the very least, her slave. He wants to serve at her side forever. There are other men too, and the villains are very bloody. Norman will probably be doing massacres for her soon. Hopefully. I got the yandere vibe from the promo chapter. Right now there's not much.

#Rewriting My Tragic Ending #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome #otome isekai #isekai

[mcyt-trios]

PROPAGANDA:

Schlatt & Co.:

literally two guys running a business and their intern (aka Son). the worst father figures ever and a little guy. cryptocurrency scammers. they've been my lockscreen wallpaper for like a year

Capitalist family that's pathetic

they are the ultimates Guys with their Son. the Original Schlatt and Co. people always forget ty. he was crucial and i’m tired of people forgetting him. he is their son who tries his best but of course is a rebellious teen yknow. he don’t care (he does). and schlonnor are gay lol

They're so so silly and so so stupid. 2 gay business men and their weird kid/unpaid intern

iamty is a child of marriage fraud (fraud conducted by antvenom)

Please

Fruit Trio:

They are both so silly and so tragic. Trapped in the maze, they bond over having fruit related names and become friends and they're so fun together, until UH OH I mean how many of the trios on here had one member of them kill the other two? That's pretty cool... *Starts crying*

3 amnesiacs in a maze. 2 have horns one doesn't. They build a cheese cake factory together. They make pie together. The joke is, Apo sounds like apple. Owen is orange. and Rasbii is similar to raspberry. so their named after fruits and its all really cute and sweet. UNTIL APO PULLS A LEVER THAT KILLS HALF A CLEARING AND LIES TO BOTH OF THEM! And then when they do find out they exile him and go by fruit duo but it doesn't stick. Apo escapes prison and into the maze. Rasbi becomes paranoid someone in the clearing is out to kill her and isolates herself. Owen is trying to lead everyone and failing every chance he gets. they find a skull with Apo's horns and mourn. a year later Owen returns to the maze after someone told him there is a chance Apo might be alive. He finds Apo! And then gets all his memories back. Including ones about killing Rasbii's sister! He then KILLS APO. BECAUSE APPARENTLY HE THINKS ALL DEMONS ARE EVIL. AND THEN GOES BACK TO THE CLEARING AND KILLS RASBII. But she does get to stab him with a poisoned wooden spike. Owen then gets found for his crimes after killing more demons and is forced to have lava rise from the ground up as hes locked in the same prison Apo was. In his final moments he heard and felt memories of his time spent with his best friends before taking his final breath. None of them escaped the maze. Truly the most tragic of trios. Also outsiders smp is really cool.

#mcyt-trios #mcytblr trio bracket #polls #round 2

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Propaganda:

For Orufrey: "They're tragic wlw who have devoted their lives to each other since they were kids. They live together, they cook together, they're raising four girls together and they're doing the best they can. Olruggio would do anything for Qifrey if Qifrey would just Let Him 😭 but Qifrey is dead-set on protecting Olruggio and keeping him safe and in the dark no matter what it costs... i cant 😭..."

"Man I don't know they just have the vibes. They have toxic yuri energy but they are two grown men. They've known each other since their apprentice days and have stuck together ever since. Qifrey's main magic type was something he took up because Olruggio proposed that he learned to control the water he feared. They live together away from most of society with Qifrey's four apprentices, living the sapphic cottagecore (ateliercore???) dream. Qifrey, due to the fact that his eyesight is very much failing, something which is very problematic when it comes to witches, who need their eyesight more than most, is getting very desperate to get all he lost to the Brimhats, the witches who took one of his eyes and his memories, and Olruggio ends up noticing this pursuit and is implied to have done this more than once. Qifrey does not want Olruggio to know about both his failing eyesight and his goals, so he ends up completely wiping Olruggio's memory of those things, and laments that Olruggio is a kind person, and one who would most likely forgive him again, but also one who would try to save him, even when he didn't want to be saved. He also apologized right up until the moment Olruggio's memories of his secret were gone. In general I think chapter 40 is the somewhat toxic guy yuri chapter ever. I'm very tired so I do not know how to explain any of this, I just thought "wow Orufrey reminds me of this one poll I saw on Tumblr" and then spent three days straight hunting for your blog before completely forgetting my reasoning for Orufrey being yuri right before I submitted this."

Propaganda for Hualian: "Xie Lian is a god and Hua Cheng is his devoted believer, which is very yuri. They've also been separated for 800 years, which is very yuri too. Oh and they've been through The Horrors! With one of them forced to helplessly watch as the other suffered unimaginable pain! Now that's extremely yuri of them, if magical girl animes are to be believed..."

"What's more yuri than 800 years of devotion? Nothing that's what! Ghosts usually move on and disappear after a century of so, Hua Cheng is fueled by love so strong he very literally crawled out of hell, became a Ghost King, fought and defeated 33 gods and searched for his love for centuries until they were finally able to meet again. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are so yuri there's an entire section of the fandom that just draws/writes them as women, not too weird since being separated and then connected by fate to ultimately defeat a really powerful evil god together is sapphic culture"

#guy yuri semifinals #orufrey #hualian #witch hat atelier #wha #heaven official's blessing #tgcf #hua cheng #xie lian #olruggio #qifrey

[youareunbearable]

Thinking about the Nauglamir, as one does, and just, like I know I have a bias as an Indigenous woman who's historical artifacts are often stolen and who's peoples' treaties and promises are typically disregarded by other authority figures and whose ancestors were treated like animals and hunted for sport but God Thingol fucking sucks in that tale (and in general)

Like I've always kinda disliked Thingol, gives off major White Settler vibes but this whole tale is so tragic when you look at it through an Indigenous lens

We start off with a friendship. Good old Finrod Badger man himself, hears about his cousin Caranthir doing business with a new type of people that Love Gems just like the Noldor! Hes Thrilled!! He meets with the people, Dwarves, and while they are a lot shorter and got more hair than the Men he met, they become fast friends.

He talks about his travels and mentions that he fell in love with the art style of Thingol's domain. The Dwarves are uneasy, cause they have bad history with Thingol's people, but inform Finrod that Actually We Made That. Finrod is Over The Moon and commissions them to make one for him too. As a show of faith, they allow him to build it on a mountain that has history to them and Finrod, you know he would be, is respectful of this and pays them their due and more through Elf goods and more trade then they normally would have

Nargothrond is done and Finrod is super impressed with their skills and commissions them again. This time, to make a necklace of the gems he personally carried over from Valinor. The Dwarves would understand the importance of these gems, they're literally Family Jewels and one of the only things Finrod has left of his homeland

So the Nauglamir is made. From Noldor gems and Dwarvish skill and shared friendship and memories of both parties. Its an agreement, a contract, a visual showcase of the friendship and alliance between the Dwarves and the Noldor.

(My people did this to. We made visual agreements. Wampum belts. Each shell bead took 1 whole day of hard labour to make and these belts had hundreds of them. They're symbolic and important as well as a beautiful showcase of skill and craftsmanship. They are almost always made between friendly nations)

Then we have Azaghal. Who was saved by Maedhros and had a great friendship with him. They exchanged gifts, worked together on an alliance, and probably traded tales with each other. Azaghal and his people would have known why the Noldor are here in Beleriand. They would have known the importance of the Silmarils to the Noldor, to the Feanorians especially. They could avenge their fallen kings, stop the evil from spreading, complete their Oath, and go home. Azaghal was even willing to give up his life, and the lives of his men, to help Maedhros get a Silmarils back.

Finrod is dead. The Noldor are weak and scattered. Maedhros is displaced from his home in Himring, and all the gossip they hear about him is that he's a shell of the Elf he used to be before the Noldor High King died.

A group of Dwarves are ordered to come to Doriath on Thingol's behalf. "Add this gem to this necklace" theyre told. Its a beautiful necklace. Its a beautiful gem. They start to do as they are told but things aren't sitting right with the Dwarven smiths. An older one notices first.

On the necklace with the beautiful and feather light gems, they notice a little sigil on the clasp. Its a Dwarven Smith sigil. They know the only work that smith did with Elven gems was Finrod’s Nauglamir. The smiths whisper amongst themselves in a frantic hiss. Why would the king of the Sindar Elves, one who has vocally stated his dislike and distrust of the Noldor, have Finrod’s necklace that THEY made for him out of friendship?

They turn to the strange gem they've been told to set within the Nauglamir. Its brilliant, beautiful, and glows with an inner light that is so very Elvish. One smith mentions the tale of Finrod, how he died helping Beren and Luthien get a Silmaril. The same Silmaril that the Noldor, and the Feanorians, need. The one their kings died to help them get.

One of the Dwarves feels sick. These are stolen goods. Goods literally taken from a grave and from their allies enemy and given to another that literally wouldn't even spit on them when they burned. Thingol cannot have these goods, from the perspective of the Dwarves, they aren't his. The Silmaril, well, maybe you could make an argument, but the Nauglamir? No way, it was stolen from a literal graveyard of a Noldor city and the person who gave it to him had no right or claim to it ever.

So the Dwarves tell him this. And Thingol is furious. He says, and I quote: "How do ye of uncouth race dare to demand aught of me, Elu Thingol, Lord of Beleriand, whose life began by waters of Cuivienen years uncounted ere the fathers of the stunted people awoke?" And goes nuts. He's throwing out slurs, he's trying to pull a Karen, definitely claiming Manifest Destiny which is so wild and kicks them out without even paying for their labour. For their craft, their skill, their time. He doesn't acknowledge the unwritten treaty of friendship by completing this craft of unimaginable skill.

So they take it back. Sure Thingol died, but he is a thrice over thief at this point and no friend of the Dwarves or their allies.

Then Mr vegan "ill never harm or eat a living being" murders all the Dwarves that are trying to go back home with their rightful due. But what would Beren know about that anyways, he clearly has no head or mind about whats right or wrong as he himself finds it easy to cash in a favour from a king not to help resettle his displaced people, but to ask this king to sacrifice his own men and life to help him get married.

When Doriath is sacked by the Feanorians, oh I bet the Dwarves were pleased. I bet some of them even joined, what with being allies of the Noldor and all. The Dwarves hate the Elves, but not the Noldor who were loyal and trustworthy friends. Who paid and honored their skills and craft, who were cheated by the Sindar just as much as they were. Who fought and bled and died fighting evil while the Sindar stayed behind in their girdle

It was Silverfist Celebrimbor himself, a Noldor and a Feanorian who continued with their relationship. Who gave them rings of power to solidify that relationship. Shame he was betrayed, be he didn't mean harm.

By the third age its a shame the Noldor are the smaller group of Elves in middle earth. They would have helped Durin’s Folk more. The Elves and Dwarves might of had a better relationship. I'm sure Elrond tried, and some Dwarves were warmer to him on account of being adopted sons of Maedhros and Maglor. Buts hes also Thingol's blood, and that is a blood memory type of mistrust.

#Silmarillion #silm #amber rambles #thingol #Nauglamir #maedhros #Azaghal #Im a dirty Feanorian apologists solely cause i hate thingol #get his sir john a Mcdonald ass OUTTA HERE #hes got SUCH a colonizer mindset its shit #also beren and Luthien are sooooooooo white ppl romance coded #if u know u know

[izunias-meme-hole]

Okay, I keep hearing about the stuff about “TOTK is Pro-Imperialism” and I want to share my thougths.

TOTK isn’t Pro-Imperialism, but it isn’t Anti-Imperialism either

This debate has been surrounding The Legend of Zelda: Tears of The Kingdom for quite a bit, so I’m just here to state my thoughts on it based off of stuff from previous games, and stuff from in-game to try my best to form the clearest possible explanation to all of this. I apologize if this sounds like ramblings, I’m just trying my damnedest to condesce my thoughts on this matter into one post.

Point 1: Rauru is flawed, but not a monster

A fair amount of people think Rauru was the real evil, primarily due to the imperialism, but the reality is not exactly that. Rauru genuinely is a good man, and doesn’t exactly match the image of a conqueror or malevolent being in the end, but he does fall into an archetype the series likes presenting; The Questionable Hylian King. King Rhoam and Daphnes both fall into this category by both being men who would do whatever they can to preserve the Kingdom of Hyrule, but they aren’t exactly great people. Rauru however is a unique case, because despite having a good heart, he is still questionable because of how he was planning to build his kingdom, the stash of Zonai Secret Stones that were just kept in the castle at the time, and based off of how he planned to handle Ganondorf before the bastard became the Demon King, he didn’t consider the potential problems. 

As for the Imperialism, based off the scraps of info we have on the Zonai, and the fact that Rauru even considered on having that be the base for the system that Ancient Hyrule would function on once, it leads me to believe that the Zonai Civilization was most likely an empire that lived in the skies that mostly kept to itself and was around since Skyward Sword. Still, empires are destined to fall, and as a result, only 2 young Zonai were left, Rauru and Mineru. I think that when Rauru was founding Hyrule with Sonia, he was most likely thinking about the Zonai Civilization, and what aspects of that he could carry over into this new kingdom. Still, it’s clear that when building Hyrule, the one thing he DID consider was that he wanted a kingdom and land that would bring peaceful and orderly, and he might’ve flirted with the idea of a United Hyrule after finding out about the other races and civilizations.

Rauru if anything, wanted order. He wanted Hyrule to be a land that wasn’t sullied by evil, and he had good intentions and a good heart, but his methods were flawed at best and just garbage at worst. If anything, Zelda and Link are meant to basically are meant to look at him and learn what NOT to do when rebuilding Hyrule. Order may be something that’s usually associated as something good, but it just depends on who’s trying to establish it.

Point 2: Ganondorf has a motive and it’s one that brings only chaos

I hear talks about how Ganondorf has no motive in this game, but that isn’t the case here. This is mostly denied with some lines of his english dub and his motive is explained clearly in the Japanese dub. He, much like his other incarnations, is one of those antagonists who follow “The Mandate To Heaven,” which is basically a “the strong thrive while the weak perish” mentality that was used by a lot of real life emperors and conquerors, however there’s also another element to his character that seperates him from other incarnations of the character. He’s an embodiment of chaos and is aware of it.

Look at Ganondorf’s Demon King design, and his personality in this game and tell me that he isn’t chaos incarnate. Ganon has ranged from being a classic villian, a tragic villain, and magnificent bastard as a human, to a generic doomsday villain in his beastial forms. But here? He’s aware of his capacity for causing chaos and uses it to his advantage to ruin Rauru’s attempt at establishing order. Not only that, but he believes that hard times make people strong, and that anyone who desires peace is a coward. He and the Gerudo have thrived in a chaotic environment, The Desert, however while the rest of the Gerudo wish to just be left the hell alone, Ganondorf wished to extend his reach across the land, and after becoming the Demon King, his first act was to revive dead monsters, reintroducing chaos into the world as a result. He abandoned the Gerudo for the sake of his goal to dismantle the young Kingdom of Hyrule and turn the land into a hellscape where only the strong can thrive, a hellscape ruled by him, a king who MUST crush any opposition and rule.

This is a similar, yet different take on Ganondorf that not only remains true to his kingly mentality, but carries a chaotic and destructive energy that helps cement him as a true enemy to order as a concept, and not a king who’s selfish heart caused him to go power mad (OOT, TP & WW) or a genuinely good leader who still carries a monstrous and power hungry side to him (HW). This Ganondorf is not just evil, nor is he just a conqueror. He’s the enemy to peace and order, no matter who’s trying to establish it, all because peace and order doesn’t align with his worldview.

Point 3: Zelda is not a monster, but she does carry an impact

This one should be obvious, especially since Hyrule was still realing from The Calamity, but apparently it isn’t. Zelda is the last Hylian Royal in the present, but not just that. She’s been helping people recover, alongside the Shiekah too. She’s probably kept in touch with the Gorons, Rito, Zora, and Gerudo during that time and helped them too, and considering that she was friends with their champions, it gives her even more reasons to help, despite the fact that she would’ve tried to help anyway. Zelda in all of her appearances, especially in BOTW and TOTK is a genuinely good person, but unlike Rauru, she’s only concerned with peace and is careful with her steps. Remember, she DID question Rauru’s plan to keep an eye on Ganondorf. Sure it’s her duty to ensure order, as The Princess, but she genuinely believes that peace should be the objective of any royal. Zelda is willing to do whatever she can for peace, but she knows that there are certain paths that she cannot tread, unless she desires to abuse her power, and this is why she values wisdom, and this is why people trust her as much as they do.

Ganondorf’s puppet copy of Zelda did some heinous shit with her face, but even then, it still managed to fool some people. The puppet was designed to take advantage of that trust, and put people in distraught. In other words, when the REAL Zelda came back, you bet your ass that shit was set stright.

Point 4: The imperialism is just… existing in ancient hyrule, and is never glorified or demonized

Yeah, imperialism is implied, but it’s not glorified or demonized. It was just there for Ancient Hyrule before Ganondorf threw the land into chaos. Aside from that, based off of everything we know about BOTW and TOTK, whatever imperialism was in going to be in Ancient Hyrule, it didn’t see the light of day BECAUSE of the chaos created by Demon King Ganondorf. If anything it was just known as a thing exclusive to that era, and I explained Rauru’s deal. It’s almost like the imperialism was just a thing of the past and nothing more, a failed byproduct of a founder who was flawed as a King.

Before anyone brings it up, yes, the Gerudo of the past (TOTK Memories and OOT) are different from the ones in the present, and they even fought Rauru, but juding by how their leader revived a bunch of long dead monsters and tried to turn the world into his “only the strong survive” dreamland, it makes sense why they ditched him, it’s the same reason why the Gerudo centuries after OOT are allies of Hyrule in the BOTW timeline. They may have their problems with the hylians and men, but they’d rather work with them than pave the way for Ganondorf to bring them to ruin.

Conclusion: ToTK is not propaganda, it’s just a simple game with a piece of lore that has imperialism

As I said in point 4, the game isn’t pro imperialism, but it isn’t anti imperialism either, it just brings it up for the flashbacks as the implied system of government Rauru probably wanted to set up (Which I theorize was due to the Zonai Civilization being something akin to an empire that kept to itself before inevitably falling) for the purpose of genuinely wanting peace and order, and when the war against Ganondorf begins, that idea falls apart because chaos is sweeping the land and Rauru basically sacrifices himself to stop it, and Zelda at the end of her journey learns from the founders mistakes.

Hope this helps, but it probably won’t ☠️☠️☠️☠️

#the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #ganon #zelda #king rauru #analysis #tw: imperialism

[babyzzz]

Hellooo my lovely <3

May I request a NSFW one-shot with Akaza obsessing over a powerful female demon slayer he has come across? We all know he won't fight women but maybe he's been watching her and he's absolutely obsessed with the thought of turning her into a demon so they can fight alongside each other forever. NSFW with Akaza dominating fem reader please :)

hiiii, finally I finished writting. Thank you for being kind and patient with me <3 So, like I said, this got longer than expected, but I tried at it! Hope you enjoy it <3 ah, she is in pillar rank here, hope you don't mind it.

summary: You're a strong and skilled pillar who almost knocks the head off the upper moon 3, and as a result, he becomes immensely obsessed with your skills and… with you. And he won't settle down until you become a demon and make you his.

warnings: dub-con (be cautious), shameless smut, slight masochism, slight (really slight) mention of gore, cunningulus, kind of dry humping, cum in face, kind of blowjob, and more... (sorry for the lots of "howevers")

Of all the memories you had of your mother, the most significant of them – the one that would make you grow up as a cautious person in all aspects of life – were the warnings about the evil that lurked in dark corners and waited for the right moment to attack. She used to say this, always accompanied by one: “The night is made for evil to reveal its true essence.” You didn't know if she just wanted to scare you or it was because she was too protective and always put your safety above anything else.

You never knew, you were only five when she was brutally murdered in broad daylight, contrary to everything she wanted to teach you.

Even though you grew up trying to legitimize all her beliefs, the night became your favorite time after that fateful tragic event. The first night you spent alone and sleepless – away from the pitying eyes of people who cursed your mother's name in life – you discovered that the darkness wasn't as scary as your mother told you, because it was peaceful and calm. Also smelled of dewy earth that penetrated through the cracks in the wood of your house – a detail that you never noticed during your happy and sunny days – and the only sound that cut through the emptiness of the night were the frogs in the lakes, the crickets crouching in the grass from your garden and owls perched on trees in the distance. They were sounds of life continuing its course, not the screams of people's terror and the blood in the throat, choking your mother to death.

However, you kept all the care that an immature and helpless child was capable of having. Perhaps what guaranteed you to survive during all the following years, was your smartness and skills that were emerging as adversity cornered you and you needed to act to escape all of them; like grown men hunting you like you were an animal to throw you into some brothel in the Red Light District because, according to them, you were kind of cute, maybe you brought them some reward, which sounded a red alert in your subconscious reminding you of your mother telling you that as long as she lived, you'd never know what it was like to be in that Red Light District, because that was the place where all the evil things were concentrated. Panic seized, you felt everything around you slowly move and your field of vision became strange, it was as if you could see all the vital points of your pursuers and become invisible to them, making you manage to escape to the forest unnoticed.

Such a skill was only perfected when you learned to focus deeply, and after that, your survival went from being just a hope to something definitive. You could go back to dreaming of a better future, like you did when you were a child and could hide under your mother's wings.

However, even if you dreamed of a good world to live in, you still weren't able to achieve it. Lonely and always living in the forest or by the lakes, you could only hunt and swim. Sometimes, unconsciously, you tried to meet death. You'd immerse yourself in the water and hold your breath until you felt your lungs burn, but from doing that so many times, you acquired another skill: being able to concentrate on your breath and being able to hold it for several minutes. You also liked to throw things, usually rocks, into the lake. With these hobbies, without you knowing it yet, you were already heading towards your good future that you dreamed of and also a prestigious title within a corporation that would make your mother immensely proud.

❅

When the day came when you would be faced with evil incarnate in the form of an indistinguishable being who smelled fresh blood and had a gleam of murderous intent in his eyes, you couldn't lift a finger. Paralyzed with fear, you just closed your eyes in a failed attempt not to see the moment it'd attack you. Before saying goodbye to your dreamed future, you asked your mother to come and save you.

You were saved, not by your mother, though. The guttural scream of that being after the one of a blade tearing the flesh made you open your eyes, making you come across a shocking scene at the very least: the creature cursing as it crumbled into dust, slowly revealing the silhouette of a young woman wielding a sword .

“Are you hurt?” she asked as soon as it had completely vanished into thin air. You answered a barely audible 'no'.

 “Why are you in this demon-infested forest alone? Where do you live?"

"Everywhere, I don't have a fixed place," you replied on automatic, still stunned.

She took your hand firmly but gently, and took you with her. However, you noticed that the scent of fresh blood had not passed, the murderous intent did, but the presence of the second demon was still so poignant that you felt your chest sink. The danger came from this demon, not the one killed by the girl. However, what intrigued you was that this demon didn't interfere, not at least at the time of the other's death, he simply snuck into a dark corner and waited for the other to die before turning around and leaving.

You didn't understand why he intended to murder that demon that was trying to get you. Maybe you should be grateful, but you just couldn't, not when his eyes gleamed with the same evil as the eyes of the man who killed your mother did.

You wished you never saw him again.

But you should have known that life wasn't so kind to you and would never give you that wish.

❅

"For someone who had a haughty posture and oozed arrogance, you look like a frightened kitten now," you said as the blade of your sword scraped the neck of the demon trying to defend himself from your offensive.

“I just wanted to know why those fucking Demon Slayers Corps sent a female pillar to this shitty weakling rescue,” he snapped to himself, using martial arts moves to try to get you to drop the sword.

“What do you have against women, demon?”

“…”

"Reply!" You were angry with him. Was he underestimating you? Why didn't he try to attack you and just dodge your blows?

The kanji in his eyes said he was 3rd in the rank of the 12 moons, meaning he was strong for a fucking lord, so what was the problem with him?

“Look, the sun is about to rise and I'm getting pissed off, so get that fucking sword off my neck. I don’t want to have to hurt you, pillar!” he was looking at you aggressively as you ran at full speed to try to cut his neck again.

Your one-sided fight was making you physically weaker, and although he showed no sign of exhaustion, you could tell from his blood flow that he was getting more tense as the minutes wore on. He was afraid of the sun and not of you.

Damn bastard. You'd make him regret having underestimated you.

But you didn't have time. He finally used an attacking blow against you, knocking you into a tree trunk. You gasped in pain, but you didn't have time to think straight as he was soon cornering you with his own body.

"Let me go!"

"I told you to back out of this fight, but you insisted and it really pissed me off," he spoke dangerously close to your face. His strong arms sported bulging veins, and his bared fangs looked like they were about to rip your flesh apart. You felt a shiver run through your entire body.

However, looking into his eyes, you didn't see that same intention. It wasn't murderous intent, it was just… desperation.

And you hesitated. He noticed your hesitation and took the opportunity to make you drop your sword on the ground.

In a fraction of a second, he walked away from you far enough away that you wouldn't attack him again. He was much faster than you.

“As a reward for this pointless battle, I must commend your skills. You really managed to make me worried, so I apologize for underestimating you at first. Although I don't have much time to ask your name, I ask you not to worry because the next time we meet, I will make you mine and we'll be companions in battle and we'll fight side by side forever.” And without saying anything else, he disappeared into the forest.

“Huh?”

❅

After the confrontation with the upper three, you started to feel watched. Everywhere you went the feeling of stares piercing your back became more and more intense. You even thought about the possibility of only training during the day.

It was too irritating for you to do things while you felt your every move being watched. If you were meditating on a rock, you weren't concentrating on your breath to get into a deep state of relaxation. If you went into the water to swim, you feared looking up to the surface and seeing those demonic eyes smirking at you, hoping you would drown. And if you wielded the sword, you always thought about the possibility of throwing it at a target in the woods and it would suddenly disappear, leaving you totally unarmed.

But most irritating of all, was the feeling of euphoria that having someone stalking you brought you. You knew exactly who was watching you. And you could no longer tell yourself that you just kept training at night, in the same place, purely because you liked the peace that this time brought. Because peace didn't exist anymore and you knew the reason was that you liked being watched by that demon.

It was no longer possible to strangle all the attraction you felt for him. The stupid words reverberated through your mind for days, leaving you angry, frustrated, and… aroused.

“I will make you mine.”

What the fuck did he mean by that? And why did you feel your heart racing every time you remembered him telling you that? And why did he get more and more attractive each time?

You were going crazy. Not just because you were attracted to evil, but because you liked the feeling it brought. Because boredom no longer existed in your life, only the feeling that you were really going crazy for wanting to have more of that feeling. And by that inconsequential desire, your actions were being guided and made you undress completely to enter the lake and with the little sense in your head, you closed your eyes before sliding your hand between your legs, and under moonlight and the demon's insistent watch, you touched yourself to orgasm.

❅

Regret came as soon as you sank into the hot tub. The warm water made you rethink your actions, but you knew it was too late. You saw your stalker really enjoyed the private spectacle you gave him, but he held back enough not to reveal himself.

Now, about the shelter of your home, you could understand the madness that was all, but you couldn't do anything else.

Despite your fear, you returned there the next night. You were hoping he'd appear to you at last – this time, you'd definitely rip his head off.

But, the demon that appeared wasn't him. It was an inferior, who pursued a man.

Too stunned, you didn't pick up the sword the moment you looked into that man's face.

Many years ago, when you were still a child, you saw that same face staring at your mother's dying body on the floor after he had thrust a dagger into her throat.

With your body all tense, you didn't stop the demon's attack.

"Help me..." the man asked you desperately. “I recognize your face… you grew up well… you are as beautiful as your mother…”

You felt anger to see him talking about your mother. He had taken her life and thrown you into the world to your own devices, while he lived his life normally after letting you die too many times to live. For that reason you were not moved by his screams as he was devoured by the demon, nor did you do your work until not a hair of your mother's murderer remained.

The moment your sword blade separated the demon's head from the body, you realized that your life was dedicated to seeing justice done.

And there was nothing left. Boredom would surely take over and your will to fight would have evaporated.

If it weren't for the existence of that demon that watched you in the dark.

In the days that followed, you still felt his presence. But unlike before, you just spent the whole time lying on the ground, not having the energy to train or go hunting demons. In fact, nothing else made sense. What kept you standing no longer existed, you felt empty. But the reason you came back to that place was still lurking in the woods, watching your every move, and that too was starting to irritate you.

Was he really a coward for only watching you from afar? Did he know you were willing to rip his head off? Well, you hoped so, because it was time to make evil appear.

With sword in hand, you raised the blade upwards, towards the sky, and with your total concentration, you calculated the exact distance from where you were and where he was hiding. Focusing your strength on your arm, you turned your wrist to the left and threw your sword, which cut through the wind at full speed until it hit a tree trunk, millimeters away from the demon's neck.

And the silence was broken by a giggle that turned into a loud laugh.

And finally, he came out of hiding, appearing to you.

“Ara, I missed the target”

"No. You hit the exact spot you calculated,” he replied with a smile lining his lips. His eyes looked brighter than usual.

“So, my mother was always right in saying that evil lurks in the dark to stalk its victim before attacking,” you said with false surprise in your voice.

"In fact, even more so when the victim serves the best entertainment. But, I don't remember attacking."

You wondered what entertainment he was referring to, but you chose to remain ignorant.

You looked at the tree trunk where your sword was stuck and calculated a route to get to it without being noticed by the demon, however, he seemed much smarter than you now.

“Do you want to take your sword and try to cut my neck like that fight we had? I feel like I'm afraid I have to thwart your plans now,” he said, approaching you dangerously.

Before you felt cornered, you dodged him and managed to grab the sword, and with it in hand, you pointed it at him.

"And I feel like you're going to need more than defensive attacks, because today I won't hesitate to turn you to dust, demon."

“You can call me Akaza.” He widened his smile. "But before you try to rip my head off, tell me your name too."

"It won't be necessary, you won't even have time to memorize it."

And then your body moved against his, which, as expected, only dodged the blow. But, you noticed that he didn't keep his distance, on the contrary, he seemed inclined to stay close to you.

"Looks like you're braver today..." you made the remark as you saw him leaning sideways, back and forth, from the blade.

“I just studied my opponent too much and discovered her weak point. Today I'll fulfill my promise.”

And you felt your body tense and your hands start to sweat. Shit, you had to learn not to fall into his traps and with sweaty hands it would be hard to keep your sword steady.

“Are you bluffing?” you asked, not showing apprehension.

"Why would I be? You know, it's been several weeks hiding behind trees or bushes reading your every move, seeing every demon you've killed and memorizing your techniques. You are quite skilled, pillar, and it really turned me on.” And he dodged to the left of your sword that cut accurately through the void. Now he was really close to you. "Oh, I saw something really interesting too... as well as being skillful and powerful, you're also capable of being a fucking tease." And by his sly smile along with a not-so-discreet look at your body, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Shut up,” you huffed, stepping back as he took steps forward.

"Why? Was it not for me that you did that?”

"No."

"No? So why did you look at the exact spot I was hiding and smile?”

He was getting closer and closer to you, leaving you disconcerted to feel his warm body so close to yours.

“Tsk. Shut up and let me cut your head off already,” you snapped, swinging your sword in the air to place it at his neck.

“You're not even giving your all in this fight. It's kind of frustrating to know that you're not using your truly powerful abilities. You Just look like a rookie demon slayer.” With a sigh, he rushed to your side and finally cornered you in a tree. “Now we are in the same position as we were at that time. It's your last chance,” he warned, looking you straight in the eye.

With no escape, your nerves on edge, your heart pounding in your pulse, you brought the sword to the side of his neck, placing the blade there.

But your vision only focused on his defiant eyes that didn't let go of yours. And before you could make another move, you felt your left knee bent in the blink of an eye and your body was thrown to the ground, causing your sword to fall away from you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked as soon as you felt his body land on yours, trapping you there.

“You know, I wonder why you're so distracted. Was it after you let that human be eaten alive that you lost all your will to fight?” Now he was holding both of your hands above your head. And you saw him lean towards you, afraid he was going to kiss you, you turned your face to the side before you felt his lips sticking to your ear. “Or is it because your strength only works over long distances? You're afraid of hand-to-hand combat because you don't have enough physical strength to deal with a demon of my rank." He didn't ask, he just pointed out.

You swallowed hard and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but you knew it was useless and he was completely right.

You fell right into his trap. He never revealed his demonic techniques, only used self-defense techniques, preventing you from knowing how he fought seriously and along with his studies of your skills, he left you at an almost cowardly disadvantage.

“Get off of me.” You struggled under his body, unintentionally, spreading causing him to fit between them.

And the result of that was already starting to grow inside his pants.

"Why? It's so much better to see your face up close like this and feel your warm body under mine." He laughed and it made you feel your face burn.

“Stop being cheeky!”

"Sorry, but it's impossible for me not to be while I'm between your legs."

You tried to push his body with your own, causing more friction between you and making you feel his erection.

"Yeah, keep doing this to get me off you." He licked his lip and weighed more against yours, making you groan in annoyance. “And moans more often like that too.”

You were silent and still.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked out of nowhere, making you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Why do you want to know that?!"

“I need to know if I'm going to need to be careful when I fuck you,” he replied like it was no big deal.

"Are you crazy?"

"A little. But so, are you a virgin or not?”

“I refuse to answer that!”

“Just answer yes or no, what a bore,” he sighed wearily.

"You won't need this information because nothing like you want will happen!"

And you started to shake again to get him off you, but you no longer had the strength to get rid of him, and your body reacted against your will.

Though that frantic friction of his bulge against your covered crotch warmed you from the inside out and filled your mind with the most reckless and sinful thoughts, you feared. You were afraid; no, you were terrified. Seeing that you wouldn't do what he asked, he himself started moving on you, generating all this tension in your subconscious. The first time he pinned you against the trunk of that tree there wasn't a glint of malice in his eyes, it was just desperation to flee death, but now it was different. His heavy body moved over yours, your intimacies locked together, his breath ragged, it was the prelude to what would come next. And you feared that it would really happen regardless of your will.

However, what paralyzed you was the feeling you repressed surfacing with each passing second. You intended to give him everything he wanted.

You already felt your juices leaking without discretion from your folds and the moans of pleasure were shamefully made up by those of discomfort. That was how you tried to deal with the forbidden attraction you felt for the darkness that surrounded that demon's existence.

"Why are you acting like a prude now? Are you that hard to catch? I know you want it as much as I do. I've seen how much you want it and you knew I was seeing it," he said with his lips a few millimeters away from yours, you were able to feel his breath. And he yours.

"Get the fuck off of me," you spoke in a thin voice, trying to break free from his grip, but with the heave of your body, the friction between you increased and your uniform rose, leaving your thighs beautifully exposed.

"You won't be able to get rid of me, you know that. You're skillful wielding a sword, but without it, you're just a frail human fighting the inhuman strength of a demon," he said, showing his sharp fangs in a malicious smile. "You don't really want me or are you just afraid of enjoying being fucked really good by a being you have an obligation to kill?"

You turned your face to the side, and your field of vision was taken over by the bush in which he was hiding to watch you. And in your mind all the memories of that damn time when you undressed before his eyes and touched yourself to orgasm. And that's what he was talking about.

"I didn't say you could look the other way, pillar. You don't even know how to be honest with your own feelings and you want to rid the world of our evil?" He teased you as he slid the tip of his nose down your neck until he almost reached the valley between your breasts. From the way he breathed in, you knew he was smelling you and it chilled you and made you involuntarily spread your legs wider and let him fit even more between your thighs. Consequently, you felt his erection better against your intimacy.

And he sighed and cursed.

Your wrists were already burning from the grip of his hands, and you'd already given up trying to free them, because the more you pulled on your arms, the harder he squeezed and it hurt like hell.

"Why are you so interested in me?" Perhaps, in your naivety, one conversation would be enough to bring him back to consciousness and then set you free.

"Because you're strong. And..." he lifted his own torso, still keeping your wrists firmly against the cold floor with his hands, to look down at your body, as if sizing you up, "...fucking hot. " And he licked his lips as his gaze shifted to your spread legs, one on either side of his waist. "I'm going to be good for you. I really don't want to hurt you," he said as he went back to laying his torso against your chest. He was heavy and almost made you gasp with all that pressure on your weak human body.

'I'll be good for you.' Those words reverberated in your mind making you wonder what he was talking about. You weren't a virgin, but you didn't know much about sex because your dead husband only cared about his own pleasure. And the sex were so fast that you felt almost nothing but the uncomfortable burning inside you, but with this demon, who carried the blame for many tears and innocent deaths on his back, everything seemed so intense that it suffocated you. The way he looked at you, touched you and even persuaded you was fuel for dirty thoughts to occupy your mind and an almost suffocating pleasure to intoxicate your senses. He hadn't done anything that significant, but just feeling him so hard with lust was enough to make you feel good… unintentionally, he was already being good to you.

And before you could do anything stupid, you tried one more time to get rid of him. With a force that you had taken from your common sense, you managed to escape through the sides of his body, still with your wrists tied to the ground, you twisted your body and with your knee bent, you hit a knee in his stomach, which only closed the eyes and made a pained expression.

"Do you still have strength? How strong can you be, pillar?" he broke into a satisfied smile once the kick wore off. "And say your name, I don't like to call strong people 'pillar', you deserve to be addressed by name," he said with a certain regret in his voice.

"It doesn't matter what my name is, just let me go!" you were already panting with anger and exhaustion.

"I won't let you go until you've spelled out why you teased me like that."

Deftly, he trapped your leg between his thighs, mobilizing you almost completely. Dammit, why did he have to be so strong?

"Who said I intended to tease you, you deluded demon?" lucky for you, your voice came out aggressive enough to mask the lie.

"It wasn't? Then why did you smile at me after you came?"  He arched his brow and released one of his hands from your wrists to massage your exposed thigh.  And you froze from the touch of the callused hand on your sensitive skin.  "For a woman who deny to death that she want to fuck me, you get goosebumps too easily..." he said provocatively, running his finger over your skin until he reached almost between your legs.

The position you were in was uncomfortable and it was hurting you.  With half of your body lying on the floor and the other half twisted – with your thigh trapped between his legs – you could already feel your spine burning and it was starting to really freak you out.

 "Let me go... it hurts..." you complained with a whimpering voice.

He looked right at you, taking in every feature of your face.

"I only let go if you let me touch you or touch me," he said at last.

You shivered, took a deep breath, smelling the earth beneath you, and exhaled with the same intensity.

"You really aren't going to leave me, are you?"  you were already dismayed.

"No," he smiled and squeezed your thigh.

"I let you touch me..." you said so quietly you thought he hadn't heard you.  Deep down you hoped he had.

But you wouldn't admit that you wanted him to pleasure you.

Akaza's eyes gleamed and he felt his cock tug inside his pants in anticipation.

"Once I let you go, you can't go back," he said menacingly, looking you straight in the eye.

"I will not."  You bit your bottom lip in apprehension.

He kept his gaze fixed on yours and then let go of your hands.  You felt the place numb and knew that it'd take some time for the blood to circulate normally again.

Without you realizing it, you were under his body again.  His arms gripping your thighs tightly and forcing them to encircle his waist, you just let him do what he intended. The palms of his hands against the bare skin of your legs sent a wave of pleasure deep inside you and the way he moved his hips against yours, simulating penetration, making your sexes rub with agony against each other made you move your own hips to keep pace with him.

He was silent. Observer. Looking at you from above, you followed his gaze as he scoured every part of your body. You weren't able to see him clearly, but your heightened senses told you how much he planned to make you beg him. His frustration was so much that he wouldn't be satisfied with just touching you, he wanted so much more than you were willing to offer, and that was too dangerous.

But also stimulating. You felt like you were going crazy along with him, because his every move was a trigger in you, killing your common sense.

He finally stopped moving over you but went to start undressing you. You broke into a cold sweat, but you could no longer try to stop it. So you used all your energy to massage your still aching wrists as you felt his fingers nimbly unbuttoning each button on your uniform. The night wind made your skin tingle and your exposed nipples ache, but soon his lips welcomed one of them into his warm mouth and another by his hand that was squeezing your breast, making you gasp.

"You said you were only going to touch me..." you argued softly, breathing in and out, making your chest rise and fall and your breasts even more in contact with his tongue and palm.

He ignored you and continued to pay attention to your breasts, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes pinching your nipples or simply sucking the skin around them to leave marks there.

When he played with your breasts enough, he released one of them with an audible 'pop' and kissed down your belly until he reached where the uniform still covered. Quickly, he undid all the buttons and left you only in your underwear.  He didn't take it off right away, he just held your thighs and made you stand with your legs bent, wide apart. He took one look at you in that position, although his face was serious, his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying that image.

And then he made the same path of his lips, but with his fingers until he reached your entrance, under the fabric.

"Did you really dare say no to me while you were wet like this?"

His eyes locked with yours, dangerously bright. Leaning his torso and with his face close there, he finally took off your panties and ran the tip of his tongue along the entire length of your dripping entrance. You saw the moment he clenched his jaw and forced air into his lungs, he looked like he had just experienced the best thing in the world. He didn't say anything, and slightly turned his face to the side, and kissed the inside of one of your thighs before taking a painful bite there, which made you scream and grab his hair. You felt a teasing giggle coming from him at the breeze that had escaped his nostrils.

Damn demon.

And without warning, he returned his attention to your pussy, where he gave a generous lick there, stopping at your clit, trapping it between his lips and sucking carelessly, making you shudder and cringe and your hands fly to his hair, pulling them hard.

He didn't seem very patient in stimulating you with his lips, he looked hungry. It was as if by sucking you he regained all your strength and that only made you roll your eyes and get restless in the place where you were lying.  Your hands didn't know where they were, sometimes in his hair and sometimes closing against the ground, picking up some grass and dirt.

"I'm close..." you moaned desperately, trying to get rid of him, but he hugged your waist and kept you there, penetrating you with his tongue or sucking your clit until you came noisily, while scratching his shoulders with force.

When he finally let go of your waist and took his face between your legs, you weren't thinking straight. You could feel the sweat running down the sides of your forehead, neck and in the creases of your knees, while your body was still shaking.

“I'd spend eternity eating that delicious cunt,” he said, while he ran his fingers over his lips, wet from your fluids.

Not caring if you were panting, he pressed his mouth to yours.  His lips molded perfectly to yours and his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, making you feel your own taste. In contrast to the painful grip of his hands on your thighs, which he'd returned to forcefully entwined around his waist, the kiss was gentle.  Affectionate even. And, little by little, all your barriers being totally broken down, you started to respond. First it was a longer sigh of satisfaction as you touched your own tongue to his and then a shy groan as you felt his teeth catch on your lip and bite down carelessly, drawing a complaint from you. But you didn't pay as much attention to the pain it caused, as there were so many sensations he was arousing in you that the task of staying neutral under his touches became increasingly difficult.  He had watched you long enough to read even what was hidden in you.

When he ended the kiss, he stood up and looked at you for a few moments before starting to undress too. You felt the shame take over you, but you didn't look away when his dick popped out of his pants, big and thick, making you afraid of when it was inside you.

"Keep your legs wide apart like this," he ordered. You felt the shame take over you, but seeing him looking at you with such desire, while his hand made quick and short movements on his own dick, which shone with pre-cum, your horniness also increased and disinhibited all your shyness, making you show off for him. He ran his tongue over his lip as he looked directly at your pulsing pussy and the sounds of him stroking himself were an addition to set you on fire inside.

He was too attractive. Almost ethereal. And seeing him in all his glory made you sick with the desire to have him inside you, to feel his dick tearing you apart. You were so needy that you felt like getting down on your knees to beg him.

But now he was the one who wanted to tease you. He was using only the tips of his fingers on his cock, working his way along the veiny length until he reached the dripping tip, where he held it with his index finger and thumb and cupped it in the palm of his hand, making circular motions.

"You like what you're seeing, don't you?"  the voice loaded with malice and vanity made you sigh. "You're so craving my cock that it takes no effort to spread those legs and show that wet, delicious pussy to me." And a few more movements later, he returned to the starting position, on top of your body.

He didn't lie fully on top of you, he kept his torso slightly raised, allowing you to see his hard and heavy cock almost touching your entrance, making you anxious to finally have him inside you.

But he wanted to torture you some more.

He slid lazily over your body, only for his cock to temptingly graze your pussy, making you whimper.

"So needy... Now I get it... is that what you were afraid of? Did you deny it because you didn't want me to know you were a cockslut?" His face was millimeters from yours, and he ran his mouth over yours, licking your bottom lip. "A lovely liar, I would say."

You welcomed his tongue into your mouth as he forced it against your lips. The kiss was now greedy and you no longer felt your own taste on his tongue every time it touched yours. It was soft and agile, sometimes it curled up on yours and then escaped to walk all over your lips and when their mouths parted, he kissed your chin and went towards your neck and you only knew how to mutter disconnected words every jolt your body gave every time you felt the tip of his cock grazing your clitoris. Until you felt him heavily on you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder but realized that it was just for him to hold his cock to finally rub twice over your clit that ached with agony for attention.  You gasped and screamed in pain when you felt him bite your neck at the same time he was slapping his cock three times over your entrance and with just one thrust, he sank himself inside you and growling along with you.

"So fucking warm, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing my cock," he practically growled in your ear.

You moaned at the burning sensation his cock caused as he entered you, and you hadn't even told him if you were a virgin or not. "Oh, I actually forgot to ask you again if you were a virgin, my bad," as if he'd read your thoughts, he said, stopping to move.

“I'm not…” you replied greedily.

"Excellent.  Tell me, how many men have you had sex with?”  He slowly thrust himself back into you, going deep into you as he ran his hands down your thighs.

"What?! What makes you think I've had sex with more than one man?” You were truly offended. "I was married!"

He took a good look at your face and ran his tongue over his own lip.

“What happened to your husband?”  And he slid his hands around your waist, lifting your torso a little so he could hold your breasts.

“Don't you think this is a bad time to talk about these thing- oh, fuck, yes…” You rolled your eyes as you felt him thrust hard into a very sensitive spot in you.

“Indeed, but it doesn't matter anyway, I'm the one fucking that pussy right now,” he said smiling, taking your nipples and twisting them between his fingers, making you gasp.

“You should know when to shut up,” you snapped on a gasp, feeling him withdraw from you.

He released one of your breasts to hold his own cock and rub it on your clit. With the friction of the tip wet by pre-cum and your wetness, you felt your body heat up. And before you could even feel the orgasm, he'd slammed back into you in one strong thrust, making you jerk and moan loudly.

After a few more thrusts, he came out of you again.

"Let's change positions, I want to see you riding me," he said, already taking you around the waist and sitting down and making you sit on his lap.

In that position, you wouldn't see him going in and out of you, but you would see him looking at your body, which made you anxious.

"Put my cock inside your pussy again, pillar," he ordered, placing kisses on your neck, forcing your hips up, causing his cock to rub against your belly. "Don't be afraid to hold my dick, it really likes you." And he ended with a crooked smile, making you arch your eyebrow.

Reluctantly, you took hold of the thick base of his cock and lifted a little to position it at your entrance and with a groan of pleasure, you descended, feeling him in every corner of your insides.

He also grunted and squeezed your waist, making you start moving.  As horny as you felt, it didn't take long for you to start moving your hips slowly on his member, drawing from him and you gasps and moans of delight.

"As I thought, you are graceful even when you dance on my dick." He moved his hands up your neck and down to your breasts until he reached your waist. "Don't stop, keep going at that pace."

Then he tipped his body backwards, laying his back on the floor, just looking at you from above.  His cock in and out of your pussy and your tits bouncing as you moaned and rolled your eyes from loving riding him so much was definitely his favorite thing from then on.

"While I'm doing all the work, you're just chilling," you said breathlessly, feeling the sweat trickle down your skin, noticing that Akaza had his hands behind his head, watching you twerking on him.

"But the view is so beautiful..." he licked his lip and took his hands from behind his neck and brought them to your breasts where he squeezed at the same time that he launched his hips up, making his cock hit deep in you, making you roll your eyes and see stars.

"Oh, fuck…" you whimpered.

As soon as he let go of your breasts, he put his right hand on your chest and pushed you back slightly, you only held on to his arms when he lifted his torso and leaned over yours to put you under his body. Half of your legs were suspended in the air, with your ass in his lap, as he held you firmly by the waist and hit you hard. His cock was going so deep into you that you couldn't even make a sound, you could only hear his balls slamming hard against your ass.

 "Hold on to me," he demanded, stopping his movements, still connected to you.

You did what he said and then you felt yourself lying flat on the floor. He grabbed both of your calves and placed them on either side of his shoulders, making his entire length hit an unknown spot on you. It hurt like hell and the pain got worse as he pounded deeply.

 "It hurts... This position hurts," you complained softly, your voice shanking with annoyance.

He stopped and stared at your face, still with his hands firmly on your waist.

"How boring was sex with your husband?" he asked genuinely in disbelief. You didn't like that and you refused to answer, but you knew he would make you talk. "I asked you a question, girl." He pushed himself inside you and squeezed your waist with an inordinate force, making you gasp in pain.

"We didn't innovate in the positions..." you replied at the time, brokenly.

"Hmm... and what was your sex like?"

"Hey, I'm not going to answer that!"  You were stunned by his cockiness.

"I'm just curious."  He shrugged and brought his hands up to your thighs, which were partially resting on his chest. "What was it like? You better answer..."

You grumbled.

"He would just lift the hem of my nightgown up to my belly, take off my panties and penetrate me until he came," you replied, feeling stupid.

Akaza arched an eyebrow.

"Even having such a feast served at home, he didn't even have the decency to taste it properly? What kind of loser did you get to be your husband?"

His rude words awakened your anger and without thinking twice, you slapped his face.

Realizing what you'd just done, you braced yourself for retaliation, but it didn't come, because all that happened was he heaved a sigh.

"Is it a weak slap like that you want to save that asshole's honor? Put more strength in that little hand, make my obsession with your strength assert," he said in an almost affectionate way.

And you slapped him again, a little harder.

"Harder."

And yet another slapping sound was heard.

"Weak human. That's why you weren't so well eaten-" and his sentence was left unfinished as his face fell to the side with the hard slap that hit the left side of his cheek.

There were a few seconds of silence. You watched his reaction, which didn't come right away. He remained with his face down, in the same position your slap had placed, and only then did you notice a trickle of blood running at the corner of his lip.

And he looked at you.

His eyes glittering dangerously and a macabre smile lining his bleeding lips.

Without saying anything, he took your legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist.  Three strong, deep thrusts made your body jerk and the groan strangled in your throat in surprise.

One of his hands went to the back of your neck where he gripped your hair tightly and made you lift your head to face him.

"You are my best girl," he said before taking your lips in an aggressive kiss.

The thrusts were strong and deep, your tits swaying painfully with the aggressive rhythm of your bodies. The skin on your waist that was in contact with his hand was already burning from the grip.

It was so intense that you felt as if millions of little fireworks burst in your chest, intoxicating your senses and leaving you only muttering unintelligible things, showing him how good you were feeling.

He no longer measured the volume of his own moans or held back the expletives that escaped. Your pussy crushing his cock was just ammunition for his hips to move with more speed and firmness next to yours.

The erotic dance only came to an end when he grew more inside you and you felt him stretching you more and giving you errant thrusts, no longer taking care not to hurt you.  You wanted to complain, but the pain mixed with that avalanche of sensation just made you want him to fuck you like that forever.

And then everything calmed down. It came out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You almost swore at him, but he put two fingers over your mouth and without thinking or receiving orders, you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking hard, looking straight into his bright eyes.

With his free hand, he was jerking off his cock, making a wet noise that was pleasant to hear.  And then he took his fingers from your mouth cavity just to bring his groin closer to your body so he got up and lifted your torso by your hair, still without stopping masturbating himself, he put the wet tip of his cock on your lips, silently demanding you to open your mouth and you obeyed without blinking, feeling his taste mixed with yours on your tongue.

But contrary to what you thought, he didn't try to shove himself fully into your mouth, he just rubbed the tip over your tongue and forced it into your cheeks, making you feel your skin tighten.

You noticed the moment his moans became grunts and his whole body shuddered and he took the wet cock of pre-cum and saliva from your mouth, without stopping with the strokes and without letting go of your hair, to then release the jets of cum against your face and neck. You just closed your eyes and let your own digits work over your pulsating clit in an attempt to cum along with him. Your orgasm arrived soon after, before his eyes. He was still affected by his release, but he still held your cum-stained face and stuck his thumb inside your mouth, which was bitten hard as you came. He smiled and pulled you by the arm so that you got up and leaned on him.

"Will you be my mine and let me turn you into a demon so we can fight forever by each other's side?" he asked as he had you sitting sideways on one of his thighs, keeping your legs apart to massage your thighs, right next to your entrance numb from frantic fucking.

"Do you still have that in your head?"  your voice is broken.

"Of course. Now you have nothing left to lose. You said you don't have a husband anymore, you let a human be devoured by a demon and took pleasure in it, and now you let an even worse demon fuck you. Or is there something more in your worthless human life?"

You knew he was right.  But a part of you still wanted to honor your mother's memory and her effort to protect you from evil.

However, while you made Akaza lie on the floor again and put your cunt in his mouth, you closed your eyes to ask your mother's forgiveness for having given in to evil, because you knew that this evil did not only inhabit the darkness, it also always has been inside you.

a/n: considere reblogging it, cause it helps a lot! <3

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[physalian]

A Case Against “Redemption = Death”

“Redemption = Death” is, in my opinion, one of the laziest “telling not showing” cop-outs you can write, and it happens over and over and over again. It’s manipulative, it’s cheap, it kneecaps the character’s development, it undermines the meaning of a true redemption, and it promotes a message that some people are so evil, the *only* redemption for them is the ultimate sacrifice.

**Taking an aside here to plainly ignore religious connotations and focus on the success or failure of a satisfying character arc**

I hate this trope. I have never seen a flawless execution of this trope in its basest form: Evil bad guy is evil for 99% of their story, and in the 11th hour has an out-of-character realization that they’ve done wrong and sacrifices themself for the heroes, whom they don’t actually care about, for ~drama~.

Today’s writing advice is pretty straightforward: Please stop doing this. It tends to happen in action movies like the superhero genre, but also in action-heavy sci-fi and fantasy where rich character development is sacrificed for spectacle and cool battles. I love action movies, even the stupid ones, and I firmly believe that they can do better.

1. It’s manipulative

A malignant evildoer who shows zero remorse for their entire story, commits heinous acts of violence and abuse, who murders, steals, beats, cheats, betrays, and uses other characters does not earn any shed tears over their ultimate sacrifice.

Time and time again, the big bad will do a 180 and leave the protagonist distraught over how to react to this, often with lines like “maybe he was a hero all along,” or “you know he really wasn’t that bad”. (a la Snape before we all woke up and realized he's a whiny Nice Guy)

Nope. He was actually that bad, and his final act of terror was convincing you to give a damn about him and regret not being able to save him (and it is always male characters. It’s always men. Find me a story where it’s a woman and I will gladly read it and complain about her, too).

This character has only themselves to blame for their Tragic Backstory. They were never a tragic hero, they didn’t fall from grace. There was never any hope or expectation that they could do better, the hero isn’t even trying to redeem them, it just happens in an attempt to engineer depth where there isn’t any.

2. It’s cheap

A hastily-written “redemption” tips the author’s hand, showing that they didn’t plan for or can’t conceptualize how to fix the mess they’ve made. Now, maybe the villain dies in the last chapter of the book and the story has no room for the aftermath anyway—that’s fine. It’s only a problem when the villain gets an unfounded “he wasn’t so bad” reflection by the survivors to scribble a deeper meaning and message for the story in the final lap.

If you’re planning from the start to have your villain be “not that bad,” provide any evidence other than them deciding maybe they don’t want the world to burn as the clock on the nuke counts down to zero.

This would be like if Gandalf told Pippin Denethor was actually a decent guy as the man flings himself off Gondor's tallest tower after nearly burning his son alive.

3. It kneecaps the character’s potential

Character deaths, whether they’re permanent or not, are generally treated by the other characters as permanent and final in the moment. There’s tears, there’s funerals, there’s grief and regret over what could have been, what might’ve been, what should have been.

And all of that development goes straight to the surviving characters, not the one that died.

Your dead evildoer can’t prove they’re trying to do better once they’re dead. They can’t show their remorse, they can’t show how they planned to fix all their mistakes, they can’t follow through with choosing the path of “good”. They’re dead.

You killed them to avoid the hard work of having to write them as a good guy.

4. It undermines the meaning of a true redemption

Self-sacrifice is a noble end, but self-sacrifice because a character can’t imagine actually committing to the long and bumpy road of fixing all their mistakes is cowardice. The people they hurt are still suffering, the wrongs they committed still need answering for, the damage they’ve done still needs rectifying and dying leaves all that work to those who survive them.

They’ve done nothing to prove they’re worthy of redemption except to stop digging their hole deeper and at that point they’re not “redeemed” they’re only marginally defined as a “tragic hero” by the skin of their teeth, depending on what catastrophe they prevent with their death.

5. It argues that some people aren’t worth redeeming

Ironically, “redemption = death” proves the exact opposite of the case you’re trying to make. They die because they’re convinced they must, because not a single other character could either talk them out of it, or cared enough to show them death wasn’t the only option.

“Redemption” is only for those who everyone thinks aren’t worth redeeming. But he’s irredeemable! Is he? Or do you just want to see him punished and have zero faith that he can’t at least try to right his wrongs?

This would be like if Zuko showed up at the Western Air Temple and instead of becoming Aang's fire bending teacher, he died fighting Combustion Man or Azula in a blaze of glory, all because Katara would not budge from her "he's evil and always will be" stance.

Or, if Zuko died in the last agni-kai, taking Azula down with him, as if the story said "yeahhhhh, we just gotta go clean slate here and expunge the whole Fire Family, but hey, Zuko did stop Azula in his blaze of glory".

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But what happens when “redemption = death” is actually satisfying? Aka, not a redeemed villain, just a tragic hero. So let’s look at a famous example: Darth Vader.

This is a character that checks two boxes: He has one pillar of light determined to save him, and he’s shown before his moment of sacrifice to have some remorse. It doesn’t come out of nowhere.

He’s not redeemed, though, because his one act of murder-suicide may end the war (ignoring the sequel trilogy) but doesn’t undo all the damage and lives lost and planets destroyed. He’s just a tragic hero.

Sometimes, however, this character knows the only way all the evil ends is with their death. They know they’re doomed because by their continued existence, evil persists, and they literally cannot live on to fix things because things will never be fixable so long as they’re still breathing. Or, they’re terminally ill and incurable through their own machinations with the Big Bad and will die no matter what they do, might as well go out swinging.

Greed, from Fullmetal Alchemist fits here. He spent more time as a reluctant good guy occasionally doing bad and selfish things because his essence is chained to a good guy, but he cannot survive the story, because by his very nature, he’s a piece of the main villain.

But even then, Greed’s redemption comes *before* he dies, we all already love his character, this is just the tragic icing on the cake. His realization that, in his final act, he becomes the most selfless character in the show—the antithesis of his entire being.

Your mid-redemption character redeems themselves as much as they can while they still breathe. They help the other heroes, they teach the team everything they know, they show their plans for a better future and have even built tools to help the survivors thrive. They’ve dreamed about being a part of this future that’s barred from them. They’ve fully understood and accepted the consequences of their actions. They understand that their final punishment is never living to see the paradise they nearly destroyed.

Even if they can’t change the world with their actions, they’ve done all the emotional and personal labor they can manage with those that they’ve hurt. They’ve made friends, allies, even romantic endeavors.

And when they die and the heroes mourn, they mourn the hero that this redeemed villain became, not who they imagined this villain could be if they tried, if they'd made different choices. At that point, redemption didn’t even equal death for them, redemption was the short road to recovery before the consequences of their actions finally caught up with them.

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[thevulturesquadron]

Hello! 👋 Could you list some of the best comic books that explore the Rogue/ Magneto relationship?

Hey there!!! 👩‍🚀 Oh gosh! With pleasure! I might be a bit rusty because I haven’t gone through older Marvel comic books in a while and also because I am not up to date with the recent years of X-Men comics BUT there are still a couple of issues that are very dear to me when it comes to Rogue & Magneto, so happy to share:

It all started in the year 1981:

1. Uncanny X-Men #269 ; Uncanny X-Men #274 & Uncanny X-Men #275 (1981, Written by Chris Claremont) [The story is pretty self-contained to these 3 issues and it all starts with Rogue realising that her Ms. Marvel powers are gone and Carol Danvers somehow has her own body now. (a very simplified context of what was going on in that era with the X-Men) I absolutely love Rogue in these issues. She has sass and personality, and she still carries a lot of her energy from the 80s.]

2. X -Men Volume 2 (Issues #1 - #3) - (1991, Chris Claremont) [They meet again after the events in the Savage Land, now on opposite sides.]

3. Magneto Rex: Issues #1- #3 - (1999, Joe Pruett) [This miniseries… is a bit weird and needs some context. It’s at a time where Marvel really wanted to have Magneto return to his evil ways and be a villain for the X-Men (regardless if it made sense or not). Not one of my favourites and generally can live without but it’s a ‘next stop’ in their interactions, so adding it to the list.]

4. Then we have X-Men Legacy! ( 2008, Mike Carey) [This one is a chonker, and to make things worse it is connected with other series running at the same time. It has pieces of Rogue and Magneto through the entire run but all in all, the story sees them reunite under the same team in Utopia (starting with Legacy #231). The full run of Legacy can be difficult to follow up on but if you have the time, it’s really worth it. It’s also the first story in YEARS where Rogue is allowed to shine and do her own thing. If you need a more detailed list of what issues are really worth reading, in what order and what is happening in between them let me know and will be happy to write down a breakdown!]

5. Memorable mentions in the main series: There are quite a few tiny bits about them in the comic books but here’s a list of issues that give more context to how they interact and how they feel about each other:

a. Marvel Fanfare #33 - (1982, Chris Claremont. I love Rogue in this one and it’s such a nice example of what a good and powerful duo they can make. Something that is later explored in Legacy as well. b. Legacy #223 (during Rogue’s journey to control her powers) we have a glimpse of how she remembers and sees Magneto’s presence in her life. c. Magneto #10 (2014, Cullen Bunn) - Similarly, a glimpse into Magneto’s mind on how he remembers Rogue and the impact their connection in the Savage Land had on him. d. Mr & Mrs X #6 (2019) - there is a page between Rogue and Magneto where, in all that mess, at least Magneto’s honest feelings for her and his care for her happiness shine through.

And last but not least, Age of Apocalypse. [This is a completely separate timeline that the comic books liked to visit from time to time. In this universe Rogue and Magneto are pretty much in love and married but… it’s a very tragic universe. Original series started in 1995; then it got revisited in 2005 and again in 2015… I think? The series… is far from perfect, there are so many things that can be described as unhinged (dialogue included) but, there is so much love for these two characters and I absolutely recommend it if you are ok with investing some time into reading it, and most of all if you are ready for a real heart break (again and again).]

Hope this helps! Happy to go into more details or put aside a cleaner list if interested! 💜

There are a couple other mentions in the comics so in case I missed something important I will summon one of the gods of endless knowledge when it comes to X-Men to correct or add to the list: @maedelin

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