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sinisteryanderescribe · 4 months

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Hii i rlly like ur writing so could u write this?

Hanma and kazutora (seperate) with a gf that's also a valhalla member, but she's more to collecting info and pickpocketing certain things (a policemans walkie talkie to know if there are police near or something)

And she also attends meetings but keeps to herself most of the time. Also the other members are too scared to talk to her bc she always has a resting btch face, and most likely bc shes also the gf of their captains. But in reality if anyone were to talk to her she'd be the funniest and unhinged

A Soft touch in Valhalla

Charecters: Hanma Shuji / Kazutora hanemiya

Female reader

Genre: SFW, fluff, romance,

Warnings: slight possessive behaviour, mentions of trauma on kazutora’s side, slight explicit behaviour

Note : thank you so much dear! I hope this came out okey!

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Hanma Shuji

Being in a dangerous gang for an average girl is very interesting indeed. Most would call you crazy for being involved in gang related activities but who knew you would find yourself dating the leader of one of the biggest and violent gangs in Tokyo Japan.

It was your boyfriend’s idea really, with his constant nagging for you to join him and be by his side, helping him with “collecting” some information or using your “gym stealth” to good use.

But really it was mostly an excuse to have you sit on his lap every meeting with a hand on your thigh to keep you from getting up no matter how much you complain to him about it. This man loves to tease and squeeze the flesh of your plump thighs.

ESPECIALLY if it’s in front of the members of his gang, it’s more of a sign of possession, warning them if they try anything funny, there will be consequences…..

It also may be another reason to show you off to kisaki, a mocking way of telling him how he “can’t get any bitches” but anyways he managed to convince kisaki to let you join. Much to his dismay Kisaki was pretty impressed by your performances.

You have a strong sense of humour, but you tend to show it in subtle ways. Hanma appreciates that you can understand him without words and has found it really easy to communicate with you. You two share a special connection, but also a quiet intensity that few others understand.

When it comes to your relationship with the other gang members, you keep most of them at arm's length. But that doesn't mean you aren't aware of their comings and goings. They definitely know they should be careful around you.

Seeing what happened to the last guy that disrespected you…..definitely taught them a lesson not to mess with anything that belongs to their leader. Yet again you still gave him some home made cookies and muffins after he apologised.

The members have a lot of respect for you. They may find your stoic exterior intimidating, but your strong and confident nature commanded respect. They know you're not someone to be crossed, but they also know that you're a valuable member of Valhalla. It sometimes upsets you how they see you as someone to fear (hanna might have something to do with it) but you try your best to use your baking as a way to make them less tense.

Hanma even reassured you of that.

"The rest of the gang members always know to watch their backs doll. You're skillful and the information you gather helps the gang stay a step ahead of their rivals ;your ability to steal important items has saved us many times. No need to worry doll face"

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Kazutora Hanemiyu

It’s was quite a surprise to see Kazutora in a relationship due to his…past actions. Let alone have a girl be interested in him but some people would say they were glad. Since you would be able to control or calm him down whenever he’s on edge.

Despite the heavy demeanour you carry, you’re always open to have a nice conversation with the others, though it sometimes tends to be a challenge. (Your boyfriend’s piercing glares and menacing smiles whenever someone thinks to even come close to you doesn’t help either)

As Kazutora's girlfriend, you have developed a unique role within Valhalla. You are his trusted confidant and adviser; He shares private details about his plans and strategies with you.

He values your input. Your performances has made you a key member of the gang, and he relies on you for your advice and insights. While your responsibilities sometimes require you to keep a distance from him, you know that he will always be there when you need him.

You have developed a strong bond with both Kazutora. While you may often be overlooked, your place within Valhalla is irreplaceable.

Though life as a gang member may often be unpredictable and chaotic, one thing remains constant: your relationship with Kazutora. You have stood by each other's side through good times and bad, and have supported one another.

You have a deep and lasting bond with him knowing how his past often haunts him and gives him certain unpleasant episodes. So you always let him pull you closer whenever your around him.

Let him nuzzle your hair and neck, no matter how embarrassing it seems your sent and perfume relaxes his nerves. Also he always places small kisses on the flesh of your neck before meetings, (or rather if he’s feeling territorial he’ll bite down hard enough to leave a mark)

Kazutora's role and status within Valhalla have always made you an object of caution among the gang members. Whenever you attend meetings and gatherings, they tend to keep their distance from you. Some may even avoid eye contact with you completely, out of fear that you might lash out or react violently, given how your face is always stone cold.

Despite this cold and stoic look, you have always been friendly and welcoming whenever they approach you, and over time have built up a reputation for yourself as a welcoming and approachable figure within the gang.

However, while most of the members may be intimidated by your relationship with Kazutora, some might not. There might be those who try to form alliances with you and use your connection to Kazutora to their advantage.

Some members may not even notice you and think you're not there. Others might want to talk to you but are afraid to approach you. Overall, your relationship is a mixed bag of reactions within the gang. But regardless of the reactions, everyone knows not to mess with you, as you're someone who belongs to Kazutora.

Some cakes and snacks might change their perspective though so easing their minds with some heartwarming bakes and food would do the trick!

Look out for a jealous little kitty though…he might not like the attention you give to other men.

ESPECIALLY if it’s Hanma…

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indigovigilance · 7 months

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The Erasure of Human!Metatron

The elephant in the room is that Neil has [purportedly] denied the existence of a human Metatron. But I, for one, think an elephant really ties the room together. So let's get started.

First, I will address Neil Gaiman’s apparent denial of the Human!Metatron storyline (below the cut):

Caption: The Metatron in Good Omens wasn't ever human.

Which would seem to put the debate to bed.

Except.

Caption: That’s not really his father. It is. It is now, and it always was.

By Adam renouncing Satan as his father, we have in-story canon evidence that the past can be retroactively changed. So a storyline past can be divergent from an in-world past which has been modified. But only to a degree, because Aziraphale and Crowley clearly remember that Adam ~was~ Satan’s son, and Adam still retains some residual powers. Like pencil marks on paper, the past can be erased, but the shadow of its former self will always be there. But if that's not enough for you, there's also...

Lucifer!Satan

Neil Gaiman has also been pretty consistent with this characterization about the non-existence of the past in other characters, for example Lucifer!Satan:

Basically (not to be rude), if you think that these statements can be taken to mean that we will definitely not get a story about Enoch aka Human!Metatron in S3, you have fundamentally misunderstood how time, history, and identity work in Neil Gaiman’s Good Omens universe.

So what Neil said about Metatron never being human… can we just collectively set that aside for a moment?

Caption: Work with me, I’m extrapolating here. Yes? Good. Read the rest of the meta.

Evidence of Human!Metatron

Now that we have established that a former, no-longer-existing version of Metatron could have been human, let’s examine the in-world evidence. The best direct evidence is:

Caption: I’ve ingested things in my time, you know.

This is weirdly important in the Book of Enoch. Food is mentioned in the Book of Enoch at least fourteen times, and consistently it is associated with being human, and having earthly desires, and subsequently with sin, whereas the angels are described as not needing to eat food but instead being nourished by faith alone. Enoch!Metatron’s own relationship with food is also explicitly elucidated:

Enoch answered to his son Mathosalam (and) said: Hear, child, from the time when the Lord anointed me with the ointment of his glory, (there has been no) food in me, and my soul remembers not earthly enjoyment, neither do I want anything earthly.

I propose that "in my time" is a direct reference to Metatron's prior existence as a human, and the fact that this time is over serves to underscore his current inhumanity, making him all the more sinister.

Other Evidence Pointing to Book of Enoch

This next bit is somewhat dubious evidence, but the entire reason I wound up investigating this is that I was actually investigating Baraqiel:

…and for the God-fearing life of me, I cannot find any reference to Baraqiel except in the Book of Enoch. So this is a pretty big ✨Clue✨ to just leave hanging out there if it’s not supposed to lead us to this text.

The Scottish Mason

Okay guys, this the part where it all comes unhinged, but I promise the payoff is worth it.

The Book of Enoch was recovered from Ethiopia in 1773 by a Scottish explorer named James Bruce, who also happened to be a Mason. In 1774, upon his return, he was made a Fellow of The Royal Society of Edinburgh. And if this quote doesn’t get you, I don’t know what will:

Amazingly, Bruce brings back not just one copy, nor two, but three! Three copies of this text, which was previously thought to have been lost to the West forever. This inevitably led to all kinds of accusations as to where he had come by them, and more importantly how? Add to this that Bruce was a Mason in one of the most influential lodges, a Bruce descendant, and an imposing physical figure and 6 feet 4 inches tall, with dark red hair and an irascible temper, it is no wonder that so much excitement and mystery surrounded the man. [source]

So, you know, this guy:

In summary:

There are reasons that we should be looking to the Book of Enoch, and the story surrounding its reintroduction to the Western world, as source evidence for Good Omens S3.

If you enjoyed this, you may also like my meta on Baraqiel and Azazel, which draws upon the Book of Enoch.

My original (in retrospect, kind of terrible) Metatron meta is here.

#good omens meta #good omens #good omens 2 #the metatron #metatron #book of enoch #crowley #satan #lucifer #baraqiel #book of life #ivoc #erasure theory

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lanitalay · 3 months

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One day : Chapter 1

Azriel x Reader

a/n: I saw the netflix series, bawled my eyes out then thought it would make a great Az x reader story.

warnings: anxiety, drinking

word count: 1555k

Masterlist

Summer Solstice was your favorite holiday. Each year you look forward to celebrating the longest day of the year in the most beautiful city in the world. This year would be slightly different, as you were no longer a student, having recently graduated to proper healer. So, for the first time in years, you were able to stay up until the sun set and came back out because there were no readings to do, no papers to write and no seminars to attend the next day. You had informed Madja that you would not be coming in tomorrow and she had understood. “I was young and capricious as well, long, long ago.”

The day was spent at the Sidra, lounging and playing in the sand and the water. It was packed, thousands of fae clamoring to the shore to watch the High Lord’s ship pass by. Cheering for it. When the sun set your friends dragged you back to their apartment to get ready for the night ahead. The Rainbow would be filled with street vendors, music and art.

“I can’t possibly drink more” you gagged as more sparkling wine was shoved in your hand. “Suck it up!” Nomi laughed and poured a glass for herself. Bec did your hair, curling it in loose waves. Fran did your makeup, smoking out dark shadows in your eye lid. Nomi gave you a short, short dress. The four of you admired the collective beauty in the mirror, even if not one of you could see straight.

“Onwards!” Fran called and opened the door to let everyone stumble out.

A few hours after drinking, eating and dancing in the street, Bec insisted she needed to sit down. You were looking around to see where you could take her when you spotted a familiar sign. “Let’s go to Rita’s, she’ll let us sober up in there” you guided your friends through the crowd, weaving in between all kinds of fae until arriving at the sanctuary.

Rita recognized you and waved you in, sitting you down in one of the booths. The place was not quiet by any means, but the seats were cushioned and Bec sighed in relief as she took off her heels under the table. “These shoes rubbed my feet raw,” she hissed. You waved your hand over her feet and channeled some of your healing powers to her blisters. “Oh my gods, thank you, y/n.” You laughed and announced to the table “I’m going to get more drinks.”

It had been ten minutes of standing by the bar, trying to get someone’s attention. “Hey! I need liquor!” You heard a low laugh behind you and turned around to see a looming figure, wings tight against his back, biting back a smile. “What’s so funny?” Always confrontational when drunk. He shook his head “nothing, can I order something for you?”

You considered his offer. He was much, much taller than you. If he wanted, he could reach through the bar and grab a bottle of wine. There was a cloudiness to him, or maybe you were far too drunk. You nodded and told him what the table wanted. He waved the barkeep down and placed the order. “Are you the spymaster?” He nodded once. “I’m y/n,” you stretched a hand, as much as you could within the multitude of party goers. He shook it gently with a calloused hand “nice to meet you, y/n.”

In a few minutes the four drinks were on the bar, Azriel helped you carry them back to the table. When your friends saw who was behind you their jaws practically unhinged. “Thank you, Spymaster.” “Azriel is fine” he said with a smile, and gods… that smile. “Thank you, Azriel.”

You wanted to drown yourself in the Sidra when Nomi, ever fearless, shouted over the music “does the Spymaster dance?”

“I could, with the right partner” he turned his head to look at you. “Are you inviting me to dance?"

“Yes,” now it was him who had a hand stretched your way. You did not have to convince yourself to dance with him. Putting the glasses on the table, you turned and took his hand, letting him lead you right to the dance floor.

It must have been hours that you spent dancing that night. At one point your friends came over to let you know they were going to call it. Azriel asked if you wanted to leave as well but his hips were grinding against your behind and his arms were firmly holding your waist. So you shook your head “no.” When the song changed he spun you, slotting your legs together, keeping you impossibly close. So close his nose nudged yours. By then, last calls were being made and you asked Azriel if he could walk you back to your apartment.

He led you out of Rita’s and you pointed in the direction of your place. Azriel did not let go of your hand until you stopped in front of a building and said “this is me.” He looked at the stone building, decorated with flower boxes on the windows “it's nice.”

“Can I get you some water? Something to eat?” The night could not end like this. You didn’t want this night to end at all. So when he nodded you beamed and opened the door, walking up the three flights of stairs to get to your apartment. “I have bread and…” you looked through the cabinets and were embarrassed that you had not stocked up on any groceries in weeks “chocolate chip cookies, but they are probably stale.”

“I’ll try a cookie” he bit into it and grimaced “it’s very stale, throw that away.” You giggled and threw the cookies in the trash. When you turned back to face him he was right in front of you. A hair's breadth away. “You know you’re quite beautiful,” you gulp, “you’re very handsome too.”

His hands come up to graze your cheek, “I really want to kiss you.”

“So kiss me” it doesn’t take him more than a second to bring your lips together. You hold onto his shoulders and he pushes you pack until he helps you jump on the counter. Your legs spread, wanting him to get closer, closer. He pulls back to ask “where’s your room?” You point to the door behind him and he grabs your thighs, carrying you towards a proper place to bed you.

Ever so gently, he lays you down on your bed but you stand, turning so your back faces him. “I can’t reach the zipper,” with a feather-light touch he grabs the tiny piece of metal and slides it all the way down. You pull off the straps and let the fabric pool at your feet. Turn again to face this, this time completely bare.

“Your turn,” you start to undo his buttons but he quickly takes over, throwing his clothes on the floor next to yours. Now you lay on the mattress and he settles on top of you, latching his mouth to yours once again. “Are you alright?” You notice his heart is beating erratically and place a palm on his chest to assess. “Yes, I’m-” “You’re having heart palpitations, lie down, let me do something” you push him on his back, hand still on his chest as you try to soothe the distressed organ.

“I’m a healer, I’m going to send some magic to your heart to calm it down. It won't hurt but it might feel tingly.” You bring all your concentration to his heart. “It’s really fine-” “Shh, be quiet.”

A few minutes go by and you are satisfied with his pulse. “Does that happen often? How much did you drink tonight?”

“Sometimes and a lot.”

“Well try to limit your drinking to water for the next few weeks, I’ll tell Madja to check up on you soon.”

“Perfect, now can we get back to-”

“Absolutely not, you are going to sleep right now, stay here.” You hop off the bed again and throw on a night gown, and throw him pajama pants an ex had left behind. Azriel looks defeated on the bed. “Sorry to kill the mood, but I vowed to put my patients' health first. It's not something I can turn off.”

“Now I’m your patient?”

“Everyone is a potential patient,” you say and fluff a pillow for him to lay on. “You don’t need to do that,” he grumbles.

“Just relax.” You fluff your own pillow and lay down next to him. “It happens to me too. Madja calls them panic attacks, they can happen for no reason or a million reasons. It sucks.”

“We didn’t need to stop, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah. We can try again some other time.”

“So you want to see me again?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“The Spymaster of the Night Court doesn’t scare you?”

“Ha, good one. I can’t be scared of a patient and don't flatter yourself. You're too pretty to be scary” you teased.

“Come here,” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards his chest. His heart steady.

“Tomorrow I’ll regret not drinking any water,” you mumble, words spilling into each other as the weight of the day crashes into you, sleep taking over.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 4 months

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WRAPPED UP TIGHT (Dom!Levi x Sub!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Santa left me a little present this year."

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you surprise Levi with a special present under the tree for his birthday and Christmas: you, naked, wrapped up in Christmas lights.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Levi; sub!Reader; Reader is Fem; Race of Reader Not Specified; Mild BDSM; Role Play; Rope Play/Bondage; Dirty Talk; Ownership; Mutual Oral; Fingering; Edge Play; Face Fucking; Spanking; Doggystyle; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Levi Calling You "Baby" and "Mama"; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very unhinged & drunk one shot for Levi’s birthday AND Christmas. Happy birthday, boo! ❤️

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Levi is totally into role-play.

You would introduce it to him first and initially, he wasn't sure about the whole thing. Him? Acting as a hard-handed teacher or a Daddy Dom? Though the idea of seeing you play as someone else enticed him, he is usually so cool and collected, so the idea of letting himself become completely immersed in a "role" confused him.

But when you did it for the first time, he fell completely in love with it. Now almost every night, he is demanding you throw on your slutty nurse outfit or your cat ears and tail. He loves it when you're the rebellious student in her mini school skirt that barely covers her ass and the horny housewife cheating on her husband with him.

But the role he adores most when you "play" is when you're his perfect, slutty little sub. In IRL, you're mostly defiant and levelheaded. You always tell him how you feel and tend to argue with him (which is one of the sexiest things about you to him).

But behind closed doors, and within the walls of your confined sanctuary you call your bedroom, you are obedient. You are subservient. You are completely under his control. You do as he says without question; only a "Yes, sir" and "No, sir" (unless he's feeling like he wants to be called "Daddy").

You suck his cock the way he wants you to. You cum when he wants you to. You're ready for multiple rounds if he wants that too.

It is just what he needs after a long day of work and dealing with his dumb ass students...just like tonight. When he comes home at midnight on December 25th, his birthday and Christmas Day, you are waiting for him under the glittering Christmas tree just as he told you to be.

As soon as he sees you, he drops his bag and phone. You sit under the tree on your knees, your ass hiked up and head down against a plush pillow. You're dressed up in red lingerie that includes nylon stockings and a gathered belt, but the panties are crotchless. This means your ass and pussy, currently sobbing wet, are on full display for him. But what gets him more are the Christmas lights tied around your wrists, ankles, and body.

You get him hard almost immediately. His pants become tighter and he doesn't hesitate to unbutton his coat, leaving it on the floor at his feet. When he walks further into the room, he relishes the way you flinch at the sound of his boots thudding across the floor. "Well, well, well," he hums. "Look at what we have here." He dips into his Dom role immediately, kneeling down beside you on one knee. "Santa left me a little present this year."

He takes a hand and gently runs it down your spine, making you shiver. "A very sexy, slutty little present," he softly growls as his hand pauses on one of your naked asscheeks. "Do you know why you're here tonight, baby?"

You shake your head, not saying anything, just as he instructed of you (not without your eager agreement, of course, because you're freaky). Because you're more than just his perfect little sub tonight. You're his doll. You don't speak without his permission. You don't move without his permission. You are controlled by him like a puppet on a string. You are owned by him and him alone.

"Santa told me all about what a naughty girl you've been this year," Levi tuts, giving your ass a squeeze. You softly whimper at the feeling. "He left you here with me because he knew I would teach you a lesson about being a good girl. About being an obedient girl."

Spank! His hand connects with your ass, the sound of his palm coming down against your skin echoing throughout the decorated living room. You gasp at the burning sensation and quickly bite your lip, but that doesn't hide your pussy from gushing at the sensation. "See?" Levi sighs disappointed. "You're getting wet off of one little spank. Guess I'll have to move on to more drastic measures."

So what does he do? He settles himself behind you and licks his fingers, ready to plunge them inside of you. "You gonna be a good girl for me tonight?" he huskily asks. "You gonna cum when I tell you to and gush all over my fingers and cock only when I say?" Again, you nod, but he doesn't want silence right now. "Speak," he demands in a low voice.

You gulp and answer, "Yes, sir, I promise I'll be good. Please don't let Santa put coal in my stocking tonight." Levi resists the urge to break into laughter. "We'll see," he replies, "but at this rate, baby, you'll be gettin' more than just coal in your stocking tonight."

And so he first glides his fingers, thick and long, up against your wet slit and clit, emitting the prettiest sounds from you that you can't keep hidden. "That feel good?" he murmurs and you nod, your body trembling oh-so sweetly from his touch. He then finally sinks his fingers inside of you, only two, and groans at how tight and wet you are. "You've been playin' with yourself, haven't you?" he asks. "That's why you're so fuckin' soaked. Speak."

"Y-Yes," you whimper pitifully, your sounds mingling with your pussy sounding like macaroni and cheese in a pot as his fingers swirl inside it. "I'm sorry, sir! I just couldn't help it. I m-missed you so much!" Levi can't deny the way his cock stirs at the thought of you missing him so much that you've been playing with that pussy all day to the point where you're soaked and pleading for a cock inside you now.

He had the same trouble. He took any chance to be alone––bathroom breaks; lunch breaks after lunch; 15-minute breaks in his office––to fuck his fist at the thought of you at home, waiting for him to surprise him on his birthday. Now that he's here, he is wasting no time wasting time. He's going to enjoy all of you tonight.

So as he plunges his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, he presses his lips to your needy clit and gently sucks on it. You try to stifle your whines and moans, but cannot, earning yourself a spank on the ass or pussy for any noise you make. "Quiet," he growls into your pussy. "Good girls don't make noise when they're not told to." But as his tongue lashes against your pussy, he relishes the fact that it's impossible for you to keep quiet.

'Needy little slut,' he thinks as his tongue swirls around your slit and inside of you, over and over again, as his fingers fuck you slowly. 'Can't even shut up enough to hear me. So desperate to cum for me.' He's desperate for it too. His cock can barely take it as it chubs against his slacks, uncomfortably so.

He continues to work your pussy with his mouth and fingers, fucking you senseless, but faster than before. He works his jaw until it aches and curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to curl your toes and your body to shake uncontrollably. He eats your pussy like he's starved, loving how your juices dripping down his chin and your ass, so soft and plushy, nearly suffocates him as he grips it with one hand and stuffs his face deep in it. He even caresses your asshole, knowing how much that makes you squirm.

And it does. You're unable to stop yourself from winding your hips into his face, earning a hard smack to the backside. "Did I say you could move?" he asks, low and cold, pausing from eating you out to glare daggers at you.

"N-No, sir," you pant. "I'm sorry! But it just feels so good! You're gonna make me cum!" Levi thoughtfully strokes your ass, pretending to give this some thought. "Usually, I'd at least edge you," he sighs, "but I suppose you've waited long enough." He presses his tongue back against your clit and finger-fucks you until you're clenching around him. "Cum," he demands. "Cum and give me that voice. I give you permission. Cum for me, mama."

Like air finally being let out of a bottle, you let your voice out and it bounces off of the walls as your orgasm washes over you. "Fuck, Levi!" you sob. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good! Shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna...fuck, fuck, fuck!" A long, loud moan leaves your lips as you finally gush around his mouth, all over his tongue and fingers. You clench and squeeze his digits, emitting groans from him as he eagerly laps at your quivering cunt until every drip of your juices is replaced with his saliva.

Once your moans are replaced with soft sighs of satisfaction, he barely lets you recover any further. He can't. He's too worked up for you. So he strips his clothes off as fast as he can, getting harder with how needy you get when each article of clothing hits the floor. He can tell from the way your back rises and falls in time with your heavy breathing that you need this too.

Once naked, his muscles on full display under the glittering Christmas lights, he kneels behind you and wraps a hand around his thick, hard, veiny cock dripping pre-cum for you. "Take my cock," he orders, "and don't you dare try to run...oh, that's right: you can't." A wicked chuckle leaves his lips as he presses his head against your slit. "You wanna be a good girl?" he teasingly asks. "You wanna be my good little birthday gift, don't you? Speak."

"Yes," you whisper, doing your absolute damnest to not toss your ass back into him to put him inside yourself. "Yes, I wanna be your good girl, sir! I wanna be your birthday gift, your Christmas present, your everything!" You look back at him then, eyes gleaming and makeup slightly askew. "Please," you whisper. "Please fuck me, Daddy."

Levi is damn near feral when he grabs your hips and pushes himself home inside of your pussy, finally. Finally after so long. A desperate groan leaves your lips in unison as he begins to roll his hips, unable to control himself. Your pussy is just too tight. Too wet. Too close to heaven for him to go slow.

He fucks you as fast and as hard as he wants, knowing you can take it. You don't protest or deny his cock bullying your insides, making you take every inch of him. You just moan and whine like a good girl, opening up to him with every thrust. He can't get enough. You're just such a good girl for him! And he makes sure you know it too. "You're such a good girl for me," he growls into your ear. "Such a good little present just for me. No one else can have you like this. Only me, understand?"

He takes a fistful of your hair and yanks it back, emitting a gasp from your mouth. "Yes!" you nearly shout. "I'm only yours, Daddy! Only yours!" Levi nods, becoming fully immersed in his role now. He makes sure you understand what "being his" means by smacking your ass, damn near leaving handprints and nipping at your neck to leave hickeys.

He fucks you into a lewd, wet rhythm that echoes in the room along with the sounds of your moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. His heavy balls slap against your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm very quickly. But Levi slows down and pulls out of you, chuckling at your whine of protest. "What, you thought you'd get to cum again?" he asks. "Uh-uh, mama. Not yet. You've still got some more to do before that."

So while your pussy quivers and shivers in protest, Levi kneels in front of your mouth, his thick cock in your face. He takes a handful of your hair and yanks your face back while your chin rests on the pillow beneath you. "Open your mouth," he demands and you do so despite your position. His cock then sinks inside of your pussy, stretching your jaw and making you gag as he hits the back of your throat. He groans, immediately fucking your mouth like it's your pussy, loving how tight and wet and sloppy your throat is.

"So fuckin' good for me," he grunts, staring down at your body, the curve of your ass, and the pretty lights wrapped tight around your wrists and ankles. "You're the best gift ever, you know that? I'd want nothing else for my birthday or Christmas but you, baby. I wanna give you all my cum, y'know that, right?"

You say nothing, but you don't have to. The eagerness of your moans vibrating against his dick and how you open your throat for his entire length are all the yesses you need. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets his hips do all the work, grinding and thrusting inside of your welcoming mouth as spit drips down your chin.

When he feels himself about to cum is when he stops. Though the idea of cumming deep down your throat entices him, he wants to cum deep inside of your cunt first. So he pulls out of your mouth and gently smacks his cock against your wet lips. "Enough," he growls. "I need that pussy again, and this time, I'm gonna cum deep inside of you." He lifts your chin with his thumb, coaxing your eyes to gaze up at him. "And I want you to cum too. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," you obediently reply. "Please cum inside of me. Make me cum all over that cock."

He has never moved so quick in his life until now, swiftly moving himself behind you and sinking balls deep inside of you again. This time, he doesn't stop. He pummels himself inside of your sobbing, wet cunt, digging his fingers into your ass, hips, and stomach. Sweat gathers onto his skin and his legs ache from how fast he fucks you, but he doesn't care. He wants you to cum. He won't stop until you do.

It doesn't take long. Not for you. With the way he's fucking you so good and turning your pussy into mush, it's impossible for that cunt to not clench around him. "Daddy," you moan in a warning. "I'm gonna cum! I can't hold on!"

"Me too," Levi pants, feeling his first orgasm of the night approaching. It only intensifies the more he sees your ass bounce against his cock and your pretty tits sway below you as he fucks you senselessly, causing the Christmas tree to shake from the force. "Beg," he demands. "Beg me to cum. Beg me to fill you up. Do it now, little girl."

Smack! His hand comes down to slap your ass, drawing a yelp out of you. "Please make me cum!" you whine. "Please, Levi, let me cum all over that dick! I need you so much! Need to be yours!" That's all it takes for Levi. He leans over you and turns your face to look at him. "Kiss me," he demands before your lips are on his, tongues swirling and lips smashing passionately against one another.

When you cum, you do it together. He cums with a muffled groan, filling your pussy to the brim with his cum, while you let out a high-pitched moan of his name against his lips as you gush all around his cock. Your cum mingles with one another, dripping down his balls and on the floor. Tingles run through his body, spreading throughout his fingertips and toes. He grips you against him, making you take every ounce of his cum deep inside of you.

When everything is said and done, the room is silent except for your soft pants and sighs of satisfaction and exhaustion. Outside, all is quiet and white as the snow falls, delivering a perfect night to do this again and again and again.

Levi pulls out of you finally, drawing a soft groan from both of you. Cum drips out of your pussy and down your juicy thighs, a sight most pleasurable to him. But the most beautiful sight is when you look behind to gaze at him, eyes glazed over, hair a mess, and mascara ruined from fucking your pretty face. You look absolutely fucked out of your mind and he wishes you knew just how pretty you are like this.

"Happy birthday, baby," you purr, a soft, loving smile adoring your lips, messy with spit and your ruined lip gloss. "And Merry Christmas. Have I been a good girl this year now?"

Levi chuckles, a gentle hand stroking your ass. "Maybe," he replies. "After a few more rounds. It'll be my birthday until midnight tomorrow, so you may wanna brace yourself, mama." His cock twitches at the sharp, anticipated intake of breath you give him at the idea of taking his cock and his cum all night until dawn.

"But first things first..." He pauses to untie the lights from your wrists and ankles, gently massaging the kinks and aches of them, before moving to get something out of his bag. There, he retrieves a mistletoe and smiles at the way you sweetly giggle as he hangs it over your heads.

"Come here and kiss me."

THE END.

#smutty smut #black fanfic writer #my fic shit #black writers #attack on titan smut #aot smut #happy birthday levi #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #levi x y/n #levi x you

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penelope-kat · 7 months

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So I'm a little dissatisfied with the ending of F&C (btw totally fine to disagree, this is just my opinion. Also it's just a show ok let's all be mature here).

Let me be clear: I don't hate the ending; I think the rest of the show is amazing, AND while I LOVE the message of Simon and Betty moving on from each other and being able to be ok without each other, it felt really disingenuous for the show to say that Betty was more obsessed with Simon when they're clearly both complete freaks for each other?

Simon's whole thing in the original show whenever he was lucid was about how much he missed Betty, how fixated he was on her, and how he'd do anything to get her back, or at least be able to talk to her one more time. Marceline is always talking about how Simon was constantly obsessed with finding Betty again when she was little, and Ice King's whole character and obsession with kidnapping princesses stemmed from Simon desperately wanting to find Betty again.

All relationships have flaws, but I feel like this wasn't the right flaw to give their relationship. Simon and Betty's relationship was flawed because they were super obsessed with each other, not because Betty was more obsessed with Simon than Simon was with her. I guarantee that Simon would have done all the same shit Betty did if the roles were reversed and Betty had put on the ice crown instead, like I have not a single doubt in my mind.

It also makes Simon look a lot less emotionally intelligent and empathetic, which is like yeah, people don't always see how they hurt their loved ones, but you're really telling me he NEVER ONCE did anything Betty wanted to do? Never?? And Betty is a strong-willed woman, we always see that. She's unhinged. I love her. I feel like Simon would have picked up on her wants, too, especially since they were implied to have been together for a long time given, you know, they've co-written books and explored the world together and all. Simon ADORED Betty, and he's always been shown to be very empathetic and insightful, even at his worst during F&C! I highly doubt after all that time with Betty he would have never even considered doing her stuff. Do you really think Mr Semen Peggtricock over here, the final-boss of pathetic submissive twinks, took the reins on every aspect of anything they did together? I know that man gets his bussy destroyed three nights a week by Betty's 12 inch strap and whimpers under her weight m'kay there's no WAY he never ever once listened to what she wanted to do.

I do appreciate that the show doesn't make Simon or Betty out to be monsters or bad people or anything, and I do think in the context of Simon and Betty's stories, them going different ways makes the most narrative and thematic sense since their obsession with each other did end up severely negatively-impacting both their lives. Also, it was heavily implied that Betty reincarnated after blowing Simon sending Simon back to Ooo, so she won't be fused with Golb for all eternity in infinite loneliness. Uh that also makes me feel way better about the ending too lol.

But the specific point of "Simon didn't appreciate Betty enough".. it just doesn't sit right. That man spent collective decades mourning the loss of Betty, his princess, and all he really wanted was to be with her. He understood how brilliant she was, he loved her for it. Yes, he almost gave up her sacrifice that made him Simon again, but can you really blame him for that? He was super depressed and genuinely believed it would be the best thing to do in order to protect the little gay people in his head. He wasn't doing it to punish Betty, he'd never do that. Tbf I haven't seen many people claim he did it to punish Betty, I can just see that being a reachable conclusion for someone watching who already wasn't too keen on how their relationship had been portrayed thus far.

Betty was right: they did make their choices. And that means her choices too, choices that she literally took ownership of in the same breath, so it's weird for the show to imply only she would have gone to the lengths she did in their relationship.

Honestly the topic of overcoming obsession makes perfect sense to explore for BOTH of them. Betty having had time to think about it for 12 years as a chaos god, and Simon still being hung up because he blames himself for everything that happened. They were both equally obsessed with each other, and that mutual obsession destroyed both their lives. Now they need to be able to move on and, in Simon's case, keep living, even though Betty isn't around anymore, because his life as Simon Petrikov MATTERS.

Also before anyone brings up Temple of Mars that episode SLAPS it's GREAT and yes it is about Betty's obsession with Simon, but I always found it to be more of a "wow things became so screwed up. It's a shame Betty didn't go on her trip but the happiness she had with Simon was clearly worth it to her, it's just crazy how something like her missing a trip to be with him evolved into her time traveling into the future and losing her mind trying to save him". It wasn't really an episode about how bad Simon was for her in the beginning, it was like "holy shit girlie we need to get you on mood stabilizers ASAP cuz this shit is CRAZY".

Yeah I dunno how to wrap this up. Didn't mean to make anyone upset: I'm still shaky about how I feel on all of this and just wanted to get my thoughts out there. Opinions are valid! Even if you don't agree, I hope you can see where I'm coming from :)

Have a good night!

#long post #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #text #critique #stop!!! being mean to him!!!!!#my favorite little guy!!!!#im like that meme “he would not fucking say that” lol #feeling r weird about this one gang. why everything gotta feel so weird?#F&C was great i just think it had some problems here and there

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 months

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I found your post about inbox empty and no camp requests literally five minutes after opening the tumblr post episode 8. Were you summoned? Was I? Who cares.

I haven’t had the time to properly comment on your 2buck sexy prompt fill but please do know I will BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. So fucking well written (pace, words, characterizations, aaaaah). I ramble, sorry.

Back to the point at hand, PROMPT(s) for my two favorite idiots (Buck/Bucky):

- post war bliss, let’s heal the boys a bit and give them their happiness

- set whenever, possessive Gale (boy is 100% unhinged, called it day 1 when Greenland tower control told him to circle back and he just floored it like a goddamn pro)

- magpie behavior John, he just collects stuff for Gale and brings it to him, it’s a character trait (bikes, shit needed to make a crystal radio, boy just does)

- observer Gale, he just loves the physicality John moves in when he’s in Major mode and when he gets the rare chance to look without being seen or having to worry what is seen on his face he just looks and lets himself feel it

- talismans, I love the idea of both of them having something that means ‘I am of my beloved and my beloved is of mine’

- literally whatever other sexy scenario you can concoct, your whiskey one has rewired a couple of circuits in my brain

- soulmarks, on the basis that I’m a sucker for them

Bonus for good ole Benny De Marco as Gale’s keeper when John isn’t around while at the same time John’s handler when Gale’s not there (ngl this is because of the way Buck yells De Marco’s name in the pilot, my boys are MATES™️).

I am afraid I single-handedly murdered your inbox, please forgive me.

Thank you in advance and cheers ✨❤️

(These are all amazing, and I would like to encourage anyone who is reading this and gets an idea from one of these to write you one of the ones I don't [or write the one I did but as your own thing!])

In the barracks, each bed comes with a side table. It has a drawer and a lamp. Most of the boys keep a photo of a loved one on the top, a skin mag in the drawer, and whatever they carry in their pockets each day next to the photo.

Buck's is different because he keeps whatever he carries in his pockets in the drawer, and on the table itself is a collection of random objects that look like he's collecting odds and ends with no real sense. Amongst the clutter are the following things:

A skeleton key with a filigree 'G' carved into the head.

A rock that shines when the sunlight hits it during the day.

A broken bracelet made of blue stones.

A tiny piece of foil shaped into an oak leaf cluster.

The first time a replacement asks about it--because Major Cleven doesn't seem the type to collect odds and ends--Demarco barks a laugh and buys the replacement a drink.

"It's not Cleven's collection. Well, it is. But it's not."

The replacement stares at Demarco. "Uh-huh. Clear as mud."

Demarco sighs. "They're all his, but he didn't pick them, okay?"

"That's no clearer."

Demarco shrugs. "You'll figure it out."

A week later, the replacement is reading in his bunk when Major Egan walks in, giggly and flushed from drinking. He drops hard onto Major Cleven's bed. Major Cleven is--or was--sleeping, but he wakes up and huffs a laugh and says as calm and even as he seems to do everything. "What are you up to?"

Major Egan holds out a hand. "Look what I found!"

Major Cleven squints at Major Egan's hand. "It's a penny."

"No, look closer," Major Egan says. He picks up the penny with his other hand and holds it very close to Major Cleven's eyes. "Look."

Major Cleven grabs Major Egan's wrist and pulls it back a few inches. He squints at the penny, then reaches over and flicks on his lamp. He squints at the penny again. "It's still a penny, John."

"No, it's your birth year," Major Egan says. "See?" He points. "And I found it heads up! It's double good luck for you."

The replacement suddenly realizes neither of them have clocked that he's there. He coughs politely, and suddenly, both Majors are looking at him.

"Is this your first time experiencing Major Egan in his magpie form?" Major Cleven asks.

"Uh," the replacement says.

"He acts like it's silly, but he keeps all of them," Major Egan says, gesturing to Major Cleven.

The replacement expects Major Cleven to scoff or shove Major Egan off his bed. Instead, he smiles and holds out his hand.

"I don't act like it's silly," Major Cleven says and looks at his table for a long moment before setting down very precisely. "I just can't follow your booze-soaked reasoning when you wake me up in the middle of the night."

Major Egan flops sideways so he's taking over half of Major Cleven's bed. "It's only ten, you old man."

Major Cleven stares at Major Egan. "We have an audience, John."

"Eh," Major Egan says and rolls over, stealing Major Cleven's pillow.

"Hey, give that back!" Major Cleven says, yanking the pillow, but Major Egan isn't giving it up.

The replacement doesn't know what to do, so he goes back to his book. The next night at the officer's club, he buys Demarco a drink.

"What was it this time?" Demarco asks.

"A penny from his birth year that he found face up."

Demarco bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a whole new level of lovesick."

"Are they together?"

"Joined at the hip and a few other parts," Demarco says, then downs his drink. He slaps the replacement on the back. "Come on. I'll let you tell Brady what the latest one is. He'll love it."

#masters of the air #outsider pov #not sure how that happened #buck/buck #goose #bucksquared #fic prompt #magpie egan

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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We're All Mad Here

Request from @twwobsessed: Hi I love your writings sm🫶🏻 platonic love and care and comfort is amazing 🥰 Could I request something with Hotch as father figure to a bau reader where he provides a safe place for her to be vulnerable and realize it’s okay to lean on others around her when she’s struggling with her mental health?

Aaron Hotchner x platonic!BAU!reader

Summary: Everyone at the BAU has their days. Hotch lets you know it's okay not to be okay.

A/N: I am, once again, lacking in creative flow at the moment. Title and final line are Alice in Wonderland references because I'm hoping someone will catch onto all the weird little metaphors and things I put into my writing one day and appreciate them like I do

CW: nothing super heavy tbh other than pointing out that everyone who works for the BAU is truamatized, reader hasn't eaten dinner and opts for tea instead.

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You were almost certain that it was Aaron Hotchner’s goal to put together the most unhinged, secretly mentally insane team in the bureau. So certain, in fact, that you would put money on it if someone asked.

At times thought it was the only reason why he hired you; your mandatory psychological evaluations showed someone extremely well-adjusted, or rather someone who knew what others wanted to hear. Your best guess was that he had seen straight through the bullshit on your file and smiled to himself… another misfit to add to his collection.

But that didn’t mean he was wrong about it. The team had the highest rate of solved cases in the country and was considered one of the most elite units in the FBI. “The best profilers, sometimes, are the unsubs themselves,” Rossi had said to you during your first month on the team. All you could do was nod in response and subtly look around at the people you were surrounded by.

If that statement was true, it sure as hell made a lot of sense why you were all so good at your jobs.

There were times when someone on the team’s demons grew a little stronger, or their ghosts got a little louder. You’d already seen it happen with Morgan and Prentiss. JJ did a bit better hiding hers, but sometimes she fiddled with her necklace a little too much. Reid would repeat the words “I’m fine” a few too many times. Garcia would smile with her mouth, but not her eyes. There were days when Hotch’s firm expression faltered. Even Rossi had his moments.

The first time you’d fallen, Morgan warned you it was coming; the initial adrenaline of working the job wearing off, causing exhaustion to take over. “It hits most people around month nine,” he’d said. It didn’t hit you until month sixteen.

You picked yourself back up and since then, you’d been okay- learned to take care of yourself, to breathe, to be still. But life didn’t always make time for stillness, and you could feel yourself falling into the hole again. The demons at the bottom of the pit got more and more demanding, multiplying without ever feeding them a meal.

Or maybe it was just your stomach grumbling. You hadn’t eaten since your lunch break and it was nearly ten at night. Besides yourself, the bullpen was empty. To your knowledge, everyone had gone home hours ago. You should have too, but the more paperwork you finished the more quiet your head would be; the less people would notice how hungry your demons were.

“(Y/L/N),” Hotch’s voice caught your attention. You didn’t know he was still here- his office light was off, the door closed for the night. Yet, he stood just inside the glass doors of the BAU, looking a bit too much like a film noir character in the dim lights.

“Hey Hotch,” you greeted him like this was a usual encounter.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, walking softly towards your desk.

“I could ask you the same question,” you smirked, trying to evade further questioning.

“I had to be on call with the head of the LA field office,” he said as he moved to sit on the edge of your desk. “You should have gone home hours ago.”

You shrugged. “I wanted to get some paperwork done.” The casualness of your tone and the way you sat back in your chair would have been enough to fool anyone else into thinking you were okay. Too bad you worked with a bunch of profilers.

“You know,” Hotch started. “The call I just got off of in LA was because they were trying to start a unit there to lighten our caseload.”

“I- I didn’t know that.” You wondered if the team would ever take cases on the west coast again, or if life would slow down from here on out.

Hotch sighed. “They’ve been trying for the last three years, but they couldn’t keep a consistent unit. Too many agents were coming in and burning out. They’re terminating the project.”

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

“This job, it isn’t easy,” Hotch’s tone softened. “Every person on the team knows what it’s like to struggle. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, and all of us are here to help.”

You looked down at your fidgeting hands in an effort to avoid Hotch’s gaze, but you could still feel him watching you. When you finally worked up the courage to look at him, your eyes were glassy with tears.

“I’ve been having a hard time recently,” you admitted, voice shuttering in an effort to contain tears. “Just feeling things a little more than usual.”

Hotch looked from you to his closed up office and back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You mimicked his action, glancing to the room. “How much time do you have?”

Hotch was about to reply when your stomach let out a long growl. You looked down, smiling sheepishly. Your boss chuckled a bit. “Maybe we should get you some food first?”

You sighed, knowing you had to put something in your body but not knowing if you'd be able to keep anything down with your anxiety. “I think I'll just have some tea.”

Hotch handed you the key to his office, a sign to go make yourself comfortable in the space while he prepared your drink. “It's always tea time.”

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x platonic!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader

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blackbloodredpepper · 3 months

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I was at the beach today so here are some bobs burgers beach headcanons

Bob applies LAYERS of sunscreen to himself

It’s pretty gross looking, actually

To the point where even Linda is like “yikes” 😬

It’s fine though because at some point (always sooner than later) Louise WILL dump a pail of water in him

She says it’s for the prank but irl she just thinks that her dad slathered in sunscreen in public is of the utmost embarrassment

Gene and Tina wholeheartedly agree

Gene isn’t allowed to bring his keyboard to the beach anymore

There was an incident

But the family doesn’t talk about it so just drop it, okay?

So yeah

He brings a little radio instead

And Gene just plays the most unhinged shit

Drives Louise crazy (so she says)

Honestly, it bothers Tina even more bcs it makes her senses go brrrrrr in a bad way

she does NOT vibe with the gummy bear song

Gene wears a swim shirt/rash guard

And despite the fact that she hates it, Louise's swimsuit has one of those cute ruffled skirts attached to it

She's tried to cut it off but Linda ALWAYS sews it back on again

Linda brings wine coolers disguised inside her travel thermos (stanley knock off??)

But she has extras in the cooler

Obvi bobby brings his portable grill

his burger of the day is the "Beach Burger"

Just a reg burg except he arranges the sesame seeds into a sand dollar pattern

well, an attempted sand dollar pattern

tbh he gets through one burger bun and gives up

To make up for it he attempted to add fish sauce to the burger meat, but it's okay bcs Gene spit it at him and he got the message

Bob also wears a rash guard btw

Linda is a bikini lady; always red, always high waisted

Tina just sticks with the sexy one piece with the wonky stripe

Louise will always invite her friends along

and they always end up coming, much to bob's chagrin

Andy and Ollie let her bury them up to their necks in sand

Rudy (who not only wears a rash guard, but it's a long sleeved rash guard) just watches from a distance

He really does not like it when any parent gets him in trouble, let alone bob

Gene tans, he loves it

It's a lifestyle, not a skin colour

Linda is right behind him on that one

Tina spends most of her time collecting shells and cool rocks she finds

One time she found a heart-shaped stone and gave it to Jimmy jr

but he thought she was handing him a skipping stone so he chucked it right back into the water

(Zeke spent the rest of the day trying to find it, but it was gone forever)

Louise loves skipping rocks

but literally only because it means that she can throw rocks at people on purpose and say that she's just practicing

Bob ends up with wicked tan lines

Every time he takes off his shirt, for weeks afterwards Louise screams bloody murder

Louise can't really swim

she can pull off a mean doggy paddle but quite frankly she doesn't like getting her ears wet

Tina is the strongest swimmer of all of them

but even still, she mostly just sinks

Gene just floats

The kids are pretty sure they have never seen bob get in the water

Something that he denies, even though it's true

He can swim

He just chooses not to

Linda doesn't get in the water much anymore but she used to be an avid swimmer

She briefly got back into it during her syncro phase but after she embarrassed herself and her kids so it didn't last too long

but she does like to go to some sort of community centre pool sometimes just to swim a couple laps

Anyway

when Linda's at the beach she, like Gene, spends most of her time tanning

where else do you think he got it from?

The only difference is that she makes Gene put at least a little sunblock on

While Linda herself does not put any on at all and gets horrifically burned

BUT its okay! Her skin eventually peels off into a nice, dark tan

bob is terrified of her getting skin cancer, and honestly, its a valid concern

One Linda brushes off, naturally

Tina and Louise LOVE the feeling of the hot sand on their feet

Louise loves the beach because she can comfortably go shoeless

Gene, however, wears his red sneakers

just without socks

stinky boy

Bob also wears a sunhat btw

It's linda's, but as if she uses it lolol

It makes him look classy

Louise WILL clown him for it tho

#I wrote these when I was actually at the beach in august #but i forgot about it #so here we #summer in the winter #bob’s burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #character headcanons #bobs burgers headcanon #bob belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #gene belcher #linda belcher #headcannons

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sweetwolfcupcake · 6 months

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Heyyyyyyy,

How are you doing?

I was just wondering if you could answer this question : How do you describe or think of BTS members as a yandere character ?

I mean for me Namjoon is the kind of yandere who likes mind games and then Jungkook is yandere with physical strength and Jin is manipulative type .what do you think ?

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Hi, this will be a comparatively long answer.

Most of the time, I let my readers decide, analyse and interpret. But I have my own perception and I'm always happy to share that.

See, I try to keep experimenting with my writing because this blog serves a dual purpose for me-- to sharpen my pen and to take a break from my usual life.

(But I have found so many amazing friends here, it is incredible.

Coming to answer your ask, I try to have different character traits in various universes and fics. But there are I guess some aspects that I end up adding.

Jin: Starting with the eldest, I think Jin would be a soft but firm yandere. I have written him like that in my fics. He seems to be the type who is the definition of a gentleman. To the world, and even to his darling. Here is where the master manipulator comes into play. He is the definition of the quote-

"The greatest trick the devil has ever pulled off is convincing us that he does not exist."

I think he would be so awfully good at manipulating, it's an unfair game. Also, he is more on the nurturing side, wanting to take care of his beloved, providing for her, spoiling her rotten.

But that does not mean that he cannot be a walking, talking nightmare. Jin can be merciless to his enemies/rivals or anyone whom he deems as a threat to him or his interest.

He is also the type to demand respect. Being nice and generous does not mean that anyone can just walk over him, not even his beloved. I think he is the kind to be interested in someone who would see him beyond his persona, someone insightful, thoughtful and perhaps challenging.

Yoongi: I see Yoongi oscillating between two sides-- the calm, collected, stoic and subtle lover, and the absolutely unhinged man with a cruel passion.

I see him as a protective yandere and this 'protection' goes beyond logic and is smothering, to say the least. He would be the type of yandere who does not hesitate to show his cruel, unhinged face to his lover, even if it comes at the cost of fear. Most of the time, the Hyung line is more unhinged.

He might also be far more possessive than he lets on. The type to curb his darling's freedom when he feels like she is slipping away from his grasp.

He too would love to spoil his darling, but prefers to be more subtle about it.

Hoseok: Well, Hoseok is one tricky type of yandere to write. He seems like a wildcard. He would be so sweet to his darling but also expect her submission. He would be the type who wants his beloved to trust him and his love for her. Hoseok, as a Yandere would be more of a vigilant type.

Honestly, I struggle with writing his character the most, because he seems so deep, dynamic and mysterious-- a much more complex man than what the surface reflects.

I think he would also be the type who likes to nurture and take care of his darling and control her. He might just fit into the controlling type of yandere.

Namjoon: Hmm, where do I start from? The manipulative type, one that would gaslight the hell out of his love interest, only for 'her own good'. Namjoon would be the overprotective and possessive type of yandere (they all are, actually). The type who is so confident in himself that he would find escape attempts and resistance 'cute'. (Disturbing, I know)

Yandere Namjoon would also be the type to gravitate towards depth and wit. Someone he is unable to read at one glance, or even in one day. Someone who feels too good to be true. He can be the one who would treat his beloved as if she were made of glass and yet enjoy inflicting pain on those he deems as threats. Yandere Namjoon would be the type who loves to be needed. He would enjoy that immensely..

Jimin: The type of yandere who would have their beloved-- body and soul. Perhaps also the one to grow impatient and make rash decisions easily. He did not kidnap his darling, he brought her home because she can't take care of herself, and it is not safe for her out there.

Yes, something like that.

Yandere Jimin might also be underestimated-- he looks soft, sweet, and sometimes delicate even. But one must not get fooled. He knows when and how to use his strength.

The type to not tolerate it if his darling spends too much time away from him. Also perhaps most likely to use sexual manipulation *cough* *cough* his love is expressed best in the bedroom, where one can see his true face.

Taehyung: Again a character I struggle to decipher and write. Yandere Taehyung is another wildcard, in my opinion. Perhaps the most unhinged when pushed to the limit.

Not afraid to show his darling how violent he can get-- no, he won't hurt her, but he can hurt others, right?

hisSeems to me like a stalker, observer type. The type to place hidden cameras everywhere in his darling's home and just...watch her. Even in his home when he kidnaps brings her home. He might be at work but in in is leisure time, he is just...watching. I think Yandere Taehyung would love to watch his beloved sleep, and the fact how vulnerable she is at that moment, under his mercy.

He might also be the type of yandere who loves to toy with his darling. Maybe scare her a bit before pulling her in his safe embrace? Whispering how she is safe only with him.

That being said, Yandere Taehyung can be very soft with his darling. He would be the type who loves to spoil her, whether she likes it or not.

Jungkook: Don't be fooled by his bambi eyes and bunny smile, Yandere Jungkook would be a menace. The type to not hesitate to manhandle is beloved but tries not to hurt her. Perhaps the least self-aware. He loves her, what is wrong in trying to 'save' their relationship( anyhow) and expressing his love? Why can't they get married within a week of dating? Maybe far less subtle once he knows where his interest is-- the tunnel vision kind.

He would be the type of yandere to laugh at the face of a reluctant darling, might be similar to Namjoon but double that, and you have a version worse than Namjoon. Might not be a master manipulator but is a shameless blackmailer and stalker. The s*xtape she did not know existed? Yes, he would make good use of it.

The type who loves to provide for his darling and spend time with her. Also might be irrationally jealous and possessive (rivals yandere jimin in this).

So yes, that was my take on them, my readers a re free to interpret and contest. It's mostly based on how I craft their yandere characters in my stories.

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phoenixkaptain · 9 months

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I don’t consider Rey a part of the Disaster Lineage.

(I got a comment that mentioned her on my Chaotic Padawans fic and I just figured I should make it clear why she’s not going to show up)

The whole point of the lineage is that each of the characters who are part of it are disasters, that’s obvious, that’s the name, after all, but furthermore, characters like Yoda’s Master aren’t generally considered part of the Disaster part, so clearly just being one of a Master-Padawan pair isn’t enough to fit the criteria, and honestly, Rey just doesn’t fit in.

Rey doesn’t act like any of the Disaster Lineage. More than that, there’s an element of tragedy to the Lineage. There’s the idea of dying in the light of becoming a Sith, “living long enough to see themself become the bad guy” sort of thing, but not quite.

But all the members are very important for two reasons. They all struggle with the Dark Side. They all change the Jedi Order foundationally.

Yoda is probably the oldest Jedi we meet in the movies. That doesn’t mean he’s the oldest in terms of extra content like books or games, but in the movies, he’s by far older than everyone else. And you may be thinking “Yoda never struggled with the Dark Side!!!1!!” but let’s look at this with a critical eye.

Other Jedi exist in the universe. Other Orders and other Force users who listen and follow the Force. But the Jedi Order on Coruscant is one of the only ones that has a rule against attachment, a rule Yoda specifically was the one to make. A rule he had to have made because of himself. He’s old, but he isn’t old enough to have been around during the time of the Sith. His struggle with attachment, his fear of falling to his attachment, had to have been the basis for why he created the rule.

And anyway, we can see Yoda’s attachment. Just because he isn’t as unhinged as Anakin and Obi-Wan, that doesn’t mean he isn’t attached. He’s attached to his own lineage. He’s biased towards them. He lets Obi-Wan train Anakin because it was what Qui-Gon wanted. And let’s be honest, if he didn’t want Anakin to be trained, there were a thousand things he could have done to prevent it, even just simply telling Obi-Wan that he fears Anakin will meet a similar fate to Qui-Gon. Which would be technically lying, but we know Jedi aren’t actually the most honest people in the galaxy and we know they aren’t above manipulation tactics.

Yoda let’s Anakin be trained because it was what Qui-Gon wanted. That’s attachment, pure and simple.

Dooku is obvious. I don’t need to write a mini essay within this essay. Dooku did turn to the Dark Side. Dooku was attached to Qui-Gon. Dooku only left the Order because he blamed them for Qui-Gon’s death, he blames them for all that happened. Dooku changes the Order foundationally because he’s the one who reveals that there are still Sith. (They suspect Maul was a Sith, even believe he was, but they weren’t aware of what was going on until Dooku basically just told Obi-Wan everything.)

Qui-Gon is a bit of a difficult case, I will give you that. But that’s just because we don’t spend a lot of time with him. Moreover, we don’t spend a lot of time with his motivations. He’s a very mysterious character. Did he struggle with the Dark Side? I don’t know. I’m inclined to believe he must have, because why else would Dooku be so sure that Qui-Gon, were he alive, would be on his side? Dooku trained Qui-Gon, so he would probably know. Especially since Jedi Masters generally try to look calm and collected in front of their Padawans, so yeah, maybe Dooku knows Qui-Gon’s struggle better than Obi-Wan would.

Now, does that mean I think Qui-Gon would have become Sith if he lived? No. I think the opposite, actually. The main drawing point of the Sith is to go against the Jedi specifically. They offer more power and less rules. That’s the key here: less rules. Becoming Sith is attractive to those Jedi who feel overly contained, confined by the rules they have to follow. Qui-Gon isn’t one of those Jedi.

Qui-Gon does not listen to the rules in the first place. Qui-Gon wouldn’t become a Sith because they can’t offer him anything. He wouldn’t join for his Master, their relationship is odd and Obi-Wan is better company (we can assume, since Qui-Gon must have kept the pair from meeting on purpose. Which, there are a million reasons why he would have done that, but the funniest option is that he just didn’t want his time with Obi-Wan to be tainted-) Qui-Gon doesn’t seem to desire more power, because he isn’t renowned for his ability with the Force or a lightsaber, two things he had ample time to train up, he’s renowned for his diplomacy. He focused on his diplomacy over his battle prowess. Yes, that’s canon, just watch the movies, they do not mention his ability with the saber being helpful to Padme, they mention his diplomatic ability, I know, I was shocked too. And they can’t offer him less rules, because Qui-Gon doesn’t give a shit about rules in the first place.

Also, I just think that the Sith ultimately have more rules in place than the Jedi, just unspoken, and I think even if Qui-Gon did become Sith, he wouldn’t make it very far in the industry because I truly believe he would follow even less rules.

Qui-Gon is in an interesting position in the Disaster Lineage because he and Luke are the only mavericks, so he’s the only knowingly maverick in the Lineage. Just wanted to mention that. It’s part of why I don’t think he’d turn, he’s already technically in the grey, he doesn’t need to turn.

Qui-Gon changes the Jedi as a whole by becoming a Force Ghost. Something that seems pretty uncommon, seeing how Obi-Wan is excited at the end of Revenge of the Sith to hear that he can speak to Qui-Gon again (“Qui-Gon???? 🥺🥺🥹” that’s how he says it, I promise, those exact words-) Qui-Gon is such a maverick, he also breaks the laws of life and death itself, he’s doing great.

Obi-Wan technically speaking doesn’t struggle with the Dark Side, per se, but he certainly does struggle with staying in the Jedi Order. His backstory with Satine in one of those times (and while it isn’t in the movies, it is one of the more widely known parts of the Clone Wars, so ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ ). Obi-Wan is willing to bend rules for Anakin (there are scenes of him pretending not to know what Anakin is up to, and he is very unsurprised by the baby being Anakin’s, he was aware, okay, he probably told the Council “Anakin? Sleep with a senator? I raised him better than that thank you very much!”) And Obi-Wan definitely fights the most Dark Side (users) of any other Jedi, all things considered. But yes, he only fits this definition on a technicality.

But Obi-Wan is one of the most influential Jedi in the series. He’s considered a Master of his form and one of the best diplomats. The Council members all trust him. He taught the Chosen One, and he’s the only Jedi the Chosen One ever really actually listened to (he’s definitely the only one who can make the Chosen One guilty enough to tell Obi-Wan that he isn’t the cause of Anakin’s downfall, just because he started crying). Obi-Wan is also the first Force Ghost to actually be fully visible. (That was one thing, since Qui-Gon didn’t train to be a Force Ghost, for the most part, they couldn’t really see him all that clearly, just hear him. Or so I assume, since he only talks to Yoda and the only time we see Force Ghost Qui-Gon is on Tatooine. Is Obi-Wan Kenobi series canon? If it is, this point is moot.)

Obi-Wan is one of the most trusted generals during the Clone Wars, the remnants of the Jedi still follow his advice in the aftermath of Order 66, Obi-Wan is the only one in the series who ever manages to convince Yoda to do something as dumb as train another Skywalker, Obi-Wan is the one who gets Luke off Tatooine, Obi-Wan really gets the most shit done, he’s fantastic, 10/10 Jedi-ing, Obi-Wan, 10/10.

Also, technically speaking, Obi-Wan caused the Clone Wars.

Anakin both struggles with the Dark Side and changes things. But, he changes things in ways you might not expect. Contrary to popular belief, he is not the only Jedi to have a child, however, he is almost certainly the only Jedi who choked out his pregnant wife had children as powerful as his. He is also the only Force Anomaly that we know for sure is canon (I don’t think the others are canon anymore, but I am uncertain) and he is definitely the first Sith Lord who turned back to the Light after Sithing for nearly two and a half decades.

Anakin is a fascinating character, just from a narrative standpoint, and if you think about and want to feel bad for the rest of forever, technically soeaking, he did bring balance to the Force. It isn’t his fault that Luke represents balance in the Force, okay? (The whole “bring balance to the Force” thing was an awful addition because of the implication that the Force’s idea of balance was no Jedi, no Sith, only Luke. It is also the funniest addition the prequels gave us)

Ahsoka as a character doesn’t seem to have a struggle with the Dark Side, and she doesn’t seem to change very much, but she fits in the Lineage because of the sense of tragedy that comes with her character. Which is another thing I forgot to mention: all members of this Lineage are tragic. And Ahsoka really embodies this just by being Anakin’s Padawan and being one of the characters who watches his descent. Ahsoka has to watch her Master kill everyone she knows and loves. And that fucking sucks, therefore, Ahsoka fits very well.

Luke is a bit of a special case. He is part of the Lineage, that much is undeniable, but he isn’t like the others in that he was not raised by the Jedi the majority of his life. He didn’t get three or four years under his Master. He technically had two Masters, Yoda and Obi-Wan. (It would be neat if they had Ahsoka teach him, then he’d have three Masters, which is triple the amount a regular Jedi has. But they should also let Force Ghost Anakin teach him, making it four. And Force Ghost Qui-Gon can’t be left out, bump it up to five. And I just think it would be really funny if he found old Jedi writing or something and learned from Yoda’s Master- okay, Kacie, stop this). Luke, by all means, shouldn’t fit in, but he does. He struggles mightily with the Dark Side. There’s a constant, lingering fear over Return of the Jedi that he will turn, even when we know it won’t happen. The slow pace of the scenes with Luke, Palpatine, and Vader makes the tension build. You can see the uncertainty in Luke. You can see how close he is. You can see the moment when he makes the conscious decision not to be seduced. But up to that point, he’s right on the edge, he’s toeing the line, and it’s legitimately concerning to the audience because there’s a fear that he will fall for Sidious’ trap, just like Anakin did.

There is perhaps no Jedi who changes the Order as much as Luke does. That’s just what happens when one creates an Order by themself.

Now, I explained all of the others because I think they have similar, for lack of a better word, vibes with each other. They are all fundamentally different. They have different wants and different backstories and are all technically different species (except for Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, who are both from Coruscant, unless you believe Obi-Wan being from Stewjon is still canon, which I don’t know, but would make this parentheses point moot). But all of them are also similar. Similar in the tragedy inherent in their characters, similar in their struggles with the Dark Side, similar in their influence on both the series internally and externally.

Rey just doesn’t quite fit. She doesn’t quite mesh. She feels like a puzzle piece that’s the exact right shape, but the picture just doesn’t work.

Rey feels like she was supposed to fit. She has that tragedy inherent in her character, but it’s a different tragedy than the ones we’ve seen. The only two who are concerned about their parents in this lineage are Anakin and Luke, and they aren’t searching for answers about their parents. Anakin’s mom dies and he watches it. His dad is the Force. Luke is told in no uncertain terms that his dad is dead, and he believes that until Vader reveals that it was a lie. Luke has to come to terms with his father, but that happens offscreen, for the most part. Return of the Jedi implies that he has already mostly accepted it. That’s why he’s in black, that’s why he Force chokes a Gamorrean Guard. He came to terms with his parent, and he accepted that Darth Vader was that parent.

(Much like how Anakin never has any questions or concerns about his father, Luke never has any questions or concerns about his mother. The one time he brings it up, he does so to reveal to Leia that they’re siblings. He’s never actually all that concerned about who she is. I like to think it’s because he has an irrational fear that she’ll turn out to be an even worse thing than Vader was. “My dad turned out to be Vader after I asked questions. I don’t want to ask any questions about my mom.” That sort of thing. It’s definitely not canon but by god is it funny to think about.)

Rey doesn’t get to come to terms with her parents. She’s told they left her behind for her own safety, even though they left her on the second worst option (first worst would’ve been Tatooine, obvs) and left her without anyone to watch her and basically made her feel abandoned. She doesn’t get to come to terms with their abandonment because the movie doesn’t want the audience to see it as abandonment. They want us to think it was heroic, tragic, and so Rey doesn’t get to come to terms with that aspect.

And when it comes to Rey being Palpatine’s granddaughter, I have a lot of problems with how it was handled. First of all, she shouldn’t have had to be someone’s daughter/granddaughter to be considered important. There are exactly two characters who are important because of their parentage, Anakin and Luke, and literally every other Jedi in the history of fucking ever has not given a single shit. Obi-Wan didn’t turn out to be Yoda’s secret grandson to explain why he was powerful, because needing to be related to someone is bullshit. Anakin is the exception because he became a Jedi so late, and also his parent was the Force. Luke was an exception because the story is about Darth Vader and so Darth Vader’s son should give a bit of a shot about him, but also everyone constantly tells Luke he’s like his father.

Rey doesn’t fit! She’s never told that she’s like her grandfather, not like Luke is with Anakin. Her grandfather is a fucking fish-faced dumbass old man who managed to lose to a Care Bears Special (the power of love). Palpatine is powerful, sure, but he’s powerful because he trained himself to be powerful. He isn’t inherently powerful. That’s just not how the Force works. Blood relation doesn’t make it easier to use the Force, this is shown time and time again. Anakin still turns to the Dark Side despite being the Force’s child. Luke still manages to have trouble learning to focus despite being the Froce’s grandchild. They both still have to learn to use the Force. And while yes, it does come a bit easier to them, that doesn’t actually mean it should come easier to Rey because Palpatine is not the literal actual Force, therefore his ability to use the Force is not transferable.

Think of it this way. If you are a mermaid, that means that you are half human, half fish, just as Luke and Anakin are part human, part Force. So of course a mermaid could learn to swim easier than a regular person could, they have a tail. They are a fish person. But, if your grandfather was an Olympic swimmer, that doesn’t translate to you being able to be better at swimming. Just because your grandfather was on the same level as the mermaid, that doesn’t mean anything. He was still human. He trained to get that ability, so you would have to do the same if you wanted to be on his level. Get it?

But also, Rey never comes to terms with Palpatine being her grandfather. Also, she kills him, which is what he wanted her to do. Yes, she is empowered by the souls of the Jedi before her, but she still kills him.

There’s a reason Luke doesn’t kill Vader. A few reasons, actually. For one, Vader is helpless in that moment. He had his hand cut off. He’s lying on the ground, overwhelmed. He’s having trouble breathing. To kill him there would be to kill an unarmed opponent, and that goes against the Jedi. Two, killing Vader was what Sidious wanted. And giving Sidious what he wants leaves a nasty taste in my mouth and makes me want to throw things. Luke going against Sidious, literally throwing his lightsaber aside, basically going “fuck off. I’m a Jedi, just like my dad. Yeah, like my dad. You turned him to the Dark Side? Guess what bitch, I’m literally not turning to the Dark Side and invoking his name, which means I am literally to your face mocking you and belittling what you did. Sucker.” From an audience perspective, Luke doing this is super satisfying. We want Sidious to fail, we want to see the smirk wiped off his face, we want his overconfidence to be his downfall, and it ultimately is.

Rey killing Sidious just isn’t as satisfying. Vader is killing the man who turned him against everyone he loved and everyone who loved him. Vader is killing the man who told him his Master didn’t respect him. The man who told him the Jedi would never understand him. The man who groomed him. He’s killing his abuser, the person he’s been enslaved to for twenty plus years. And he does it in a fit of passion. He does it because he realizes that Palpatine never kept any of his promises. Palpatine promised that the Dark Side would save Padme and the baby, and now he is being forced to watch as the Dark Side takes the baby Padme died giving birth to away from him. It’s poignant. It’s meaningful. He’s finally finally free of the man who turned him against the people who loved him.

If Luke had killed Sidious, it might have been satisfying, but it wouldn’t have been as impactful. It wouldn’t have been as meaningful. Palpatine dies because he was overconfident, the same thing that killed his own Master. Palpatine doesn’t believe he can lose, and he’s proven wrong as the last person he expects to turn on him does.

Rey just doesn’t have that connection to Palpatine. She barely knows him. She wasn’t a slave to him for years and years. She wasn’t groomed by him. Her being related to him is ultimately meaningless, because their relation doesn’t cause her to hesitate. And while Sidious dying is satisfying on a lizard brain level, it isn’t impactful or meaningful. It doesn’t mean anything. It just means that he died again. It doesn’t change her in any way.

Killing Sidious changed Vader, freed him from the chains, allowed him to finally remove his mask and see his son with his own eyes. Watching Vader kill Sidious changed Luke. He begged his father to save him and ultimately ended up killing him because his begging worked. He believes that Vader is good, wholeheartedly and completely, because he was there and saw everything that happened. Luke burns Vader on a pyre, respects his identity as a Jedi, mourns for Anakin Skywalker. Rey isn’t changed by killing Sidious. It doesn’t affect her. It’s meaningless, narratively and literally. It doesn’t mean anything to her, to Sidious, or to us.

Rey just doesn’t have that struggle with the Dark Side. There’s no fear that she’s going to turn. There’s no dread. We know she isn’t going to, and the pacing isn’t slow enough to draw out our “but what if…” feeling like it was with Luke. They try to make it a fear, but it has no payoff. Sidious tells Luke to kill him, to kill Vader, and the payoff is that Luke literally throws away his lightsaber. He talks back to the Emperor of the Galaxy, to the man nobody has ever dared to speak back to. He basically says “There’s nothing you can do to make me kill anyone. I’m not going to kill anyone, in rage or otherwise, and so you’ve lost.” Luke refusing to kill out of anger is a loss. That’s the moment Palpatine loses. That’s the first time Palpatine loses. Sidious tells Rey to kill him, and Rey does. And the movie pretends that that’s just fine, nothing bad happens, everything is a-OK. There’s no payoff for his taunting. There’s no fear that Rey will fall.

Rey isn’t a Jedi. Not really. Because she got to kill Sidious out of fear and anger. The rules don’t apply to her. She gets to have psychometry when it’s convenient to the plot, then she gets to turn it off so that touching Darth Vader’s lightsaber doesn’t send her into a coma, like it shOULD- She gets to be trained by Luke and Leia both, just because. She gets to fall in love and the only consequence is that the love interest dies. Which, honestly, barely seems like a consequence since it doesn’t actually seem to change her, not like losing Padme did to Anakin. She gets to have attachments and friends and she isn’t expected to restart the Jedi Order and she just doesn’t become a Jedi. She doesn’t make the sacrifices, she doesn’t go through the pain, she doesn’t have to change herself. She isn’t a Jedi, because she doesn’t really want to be a Jedi.

And that’s why I don’t want to add Rey to my Padawan Chaos. The point of the Padawan Chaos is to give them a break. These characters suffer and suffer and hurt and break apart, and I took them out of the narrative before any of that happens and I let them be happy. Rey just doesn’t need a break as much as the others do. She never struggles as much, her powers are all over the place, her character is inconsistent, she just doesn’t fit.

“But, Kacie, why did you add Leia then?” Easy. Leia is more similar to Anakin, attitude-wise, and she almost certainly struggles with the Dark Side. She’s a politician and a Jedi. She has a character that’s consistent and can play off of not only the other Padawans, but also off of the Jedi Council. She’s allowed to be a badass and feminine at the same time, her femininity is never diminished by how powerful she is, she killed Jabba the Hutt with the chains he put her in, she’s a quick learner and she’s good with a blaster and she’s fucking pissed and she’s so happy to learn that Luke is her brother and she is, as all of the others are, the embodiment of a Jedi, because she puts other people above herself and she’s empathetic and she’s kind without expectation and she deserves to be a Jedi because she and Luke build each other up in a way that’s unique to their relationship and powerful and-

Leia is a better female character than Rey, but she’s more than that. She’s a better Jedi.

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jeweledflowers · 2 years

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𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦. || 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙨.

warnings; obsession, possessiveness, violence and mentions of murder, basically lucas is even more unhinged than usual if that's possible,,,

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠...

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 enjoys having you.

See, he's lived so long. He's the wizard of the tower, he's the most powerful magician, blah blah blah. Behind it is a cold, ruthless man who dislikes attraction, considers love a nonsensical waste of time, and has no regard for regulars human lives.

This was all until he saw you. The spontaneity, the chaos, the mix of colors you brought into his life he couldn't, wouldn't, ever let you go. He looked at you and fell so hard that it might as well have been audible. He wanted you, and so he took you.

You hated him. You hated this twisted man. When you woke up on his bed, dizzy and with a splitting headache, he appeared in front of you and explained the situation.

You had tried to fight.

Amusing, really.

What could you do against him?

You entertained the thought of resistance. You refused to eat, and when things took a turn, stopped talking. You hollowed yourself out, like a worn, empty shell lying on the waves. Lucas watched with sick humor in those red eyes; you poor, foolish thing, don't you know you can't resist him?

'Darling.' He all but sings, so cheerfully walking towards your cowering, trembling form, as if he isn't drenched in someone else's blood. He's just returned from a brutal massacre of some of your closest friends, back when you were actually free. 'I have a gift for you.' He scatters the arms and head of your dead friends in front of you, and you shake like a leaf in the wind, sobbing and shifting away from him. Then the happy demeanor changes and he forces your chin upward harshly with his hand. 'Let this be a lesson to you; you can't leave.'

That never stopped you from trying.

And Lucas grows more and more demented after each day.

He toys with your mind. Shows you visions of escape.

More than one time, you murder an illusion of Lucas, just to feel his arms around your waist and his whispers in your ears.

Lucas finds pleasure in messing with time. You collect small peach blossom petals for each day that passes by, but your hair hasn't grown a bit after six months, and there is no sign on any other human being or the change of seasons. What was happening to time?

Overtime your stubbornness faded. You weren't truly happy, but Lucas knows you'll come around. You're eating, and you reply to his questions and engage in conversation with him. You don't fight it when he wraps you in his embrace or holds you against himself at night; and you're settling down finally. The tower, once so cold and dark, now with you. Your perfume, your scent, your shampoo, your peach blossom spread all over the couch as Lucas presses you against it.

You've gotten way too comfortable.

Lucas just finds you adorable.

peach blossoms, in the language of flowers, mean: 'i am your captive.'

neeways, i really hope you liked it, it's not meant to be a proper fic I've just been having yan! lucas brainrot for days and needed to get it out.

Tags: @mysticmeena (just tagging you in everything I write--sorry if it's kinda annoying-!),

@writerinthedeepwoods,

@that-one-pretty-bitch,

@dxmoness.

#yandere lucas #yandere lucas x reader #yandere wmmap lucas #yandere wmmap

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fluffydancer618 · 1 year

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Told'ya I have Mafia AU idea

Fyi I drew sketch of this like back in august but finished it only last week. Yeah.

A lot of rumbles + no background version undercut

Firstly,

@snake-bastard get au'd nerd

+ @jasperakalucy You. You wanted to see me rumble about that, so it's time for you to regret your desires /j /lh

Secondly, it’s 'Fluffy’s trying to have a comprehendible thought' time

So. The setting.

In the 1970s, once respected and feared by everyone, Lucifer's gang starts to suffer losses as a new crime family is gaining momentum in the city. That Rtcler’s mob was here just for a few months, but already well-known to every rat on a street and being compared to Lucifer’s. Some brave ones dared to even say between these two families, Rtcler’s the superior one.

Though, those claims weren’t unjustified. Rtcler, - despite being cruel and a bit unhinged in his ways sometimes, - was a tactful, careful and strict person, always getting a job done and expecting nothing less from his people.

And his gangsters knew that and tried to conform to their boss' expectation, to not even give him a reason to question their loyalty.

Well.

Most of them.

In one day an interesting incident occurred, that started a chain of events and almost led to a downfall of the powerful mafia!It included smaller mobsters that combined forces to strike when it was least expected, yellow journalism and… a hat. That’s right, according to stories, the reason why Rtcler’s mob had to lie low was one bad apple of the family deciding to steal black hat with a green ribbon worn by all known mobster.

What was the madman even thinking? What was the goal? Money? Fame? Personal reasons? Where’s the hat now anyway? Who’s to say. Those are not the only questions the one can ask about this story.

However, not many details about it are available to regular people, so it’s only natural for this story to be grown with rumors and interpreted a bit differently by anyone you talk about it.

But that's how the “the base” everyone seem to agree on goes: Muttonhead somehow successfully stole boss’ hat, but was robbed and threatened by another gang and in panic gave such important information as the main headquarter’s location to save their own ass, but after all that mess was caught and shot by Rtcler himself.

Sure, has it flaws, but much more realistic than those fairytales you can hear in local pubs about the theft not being the one who gave up the info and actually survived confrontation with “the hat’s owner”, because he’s just kicked them out of the family on streets commanding to never show up again if they want to live, in rage refusing to hear the theft out. Bullshit, honestly. Like, someone like Rtcler would have a reason for such an act of mercy.

But enough about gossip, let’s return to facts.

After that event, the mob completely disappeared from the public eye, but you could still feel its presence and influence. It was still somewhere there, pulling strings from the shadows.

Lucifer gets sick of the lost status of his family and whispers in crowds telling “Invisible hand that rules everything wears a green glove” deciding the opponent is on the lowest point of their existence than they ever were or will be. Meaning, it’s the time to finish that “lucky upstart” once and for all.

Which is obviously easier to say than do, since no one knows where the enemy is hiding. So, Lucifer orders his right hand man Adam - who always does everything to please the boss, no matter what it takes, - to find out where the opponent’s new headquarter is. And now Adam’s doomed to collect little pieces of known information about the mysterious crime family hoping some of them would be a clue where to look for it.

Maybe, the mission would be at least a little bit trouble-free if Lucifer’s mob had a few allies-mafias that you could just ask some questions, but - Thanks to Mr. Morningstar incredible leadership, - he and his gang are not quite welcome on properties of every gang in the city. So, 90% of the time, the only way to receive necessary information Adam has is through violence.

A lot of violence. Sometimes included killing everyone in the building.

As it was when they met a pretty strange guy, who apparently was doing the same thing.

They’re pointing weapons at each other's faces, - Adam with a pretty elite gun and the guy with one knife in their hand, - both pretty surprised to see someone else killing their targets here and not being sure what to do in this situation.

Their collective dilemma being interrupted by a realization there are still a bunch of enemies around them, so they decide to delay the introduction - or their fight - for a little bit later and deal with the bigger threat first. Together.

Adam is clearly a professional in this kind of things: They know where and how to shoot to make the bigger damage but lose the minimum ammo. They aren’t cowarding behind the cover, but also don't jump under the opponent's bullets like an idiot.

That strange guy knows what they’re doing too. There’s clearly something’s going on in their head as they throw those knives of theirs, but feels like most of that something is “harm as much as possible as fast as possible”. If they’re out of knives they’re straight up starting to fistfight. If they can’t fistfight anymore they’re- Oh my god, did they just try to bite someone’s face off-

Everyone is dead. Hooray, proper introduction time.

Strange guy’s name is Fluffy. They’re a hitman that does not belong to any family making money by purely taking any contracts for very cheap prices, trying to survive. Fluffy explains their reason for visiting this place is it’s being their current contract and they’re quite curious what member of Lucifer’s family - which they recognize Adam as such - is forgotten here.

Adam is not sure how good the idea of telling a weird stranger you just met about their mission is, but on the other hand Fluffy still didn’t kill him and, in fact, helped with dealing with foes. Plus if something goes wrong Adam always can kill them anyway.

So, he informs Fluffy that he’s in a search of any knowledge about Rtcler’s mob, especially the one that could help figure out where it is, - as well as Rtcler himself - now.

Fluffy’s eyes seem to light up - well, more than usual - at the very moment Adam said that. They look… conflicted all of a sudden. As if they really want to say so many things at once, but don’t think they should.

Despite calling that idea stupid and hopeless at first, - betting that even if Adam succeeds, as soon as they take one step into the headquarter their gang existence is over - Fluffy starts to drop hints they wouldn't mind to participate in it.

Chuckling, Adam rejects the help offer asking why would they want that and most importantly how some kind of poor vermin could be useful for him

Fluffy says they have a lot of law problems and are starting to get tired from jailbreaks every few months. And if they'd help local mobster deal with his enemy thereby helping him become the greatest mafia of all time, maybe his mob could help them deal with cops as a modest reward. And they definitely don't have any other personal reasons to meet with Rtcler's gang face to face. Plus they claim to have some connections that could help in searches and to be better in combat and “if it wasn’t for me your scaly ass would’ve died today so you’re actually own me”.

Which triggers the “- Excuse you, I am better than you - No, I’M better than you” argument between both of them that ends up with Adam getting fed up with it and irritably saying “FINE, if you want it that much I ask Lucifer. As if he’ll allow it and not order to kill you in an instant for knowing too much, rat.”

Unfortunately for Adam, his boss really doesn't care how Adam will fulfill the order. If that Fluffy-guy wants to participate and technically doesn’t demand anything in return, - “I mean, who’d stop us from just killing them as soon as we're done instead of dealing with cops for this fool, right?” - there’s no reason to not accept their help offer.

Although Lucifer agrees that Fluffy is a stranger, it’s impossible to know what to expect from them and stupid to believe they’re 100% not a spy or won’t betray them at any given moment using all knowledge they receive against Lucifer’s mob in general. So, he orders Adam to keep an eye on Fluffy 24/7 to make sure "they won’t even have a chance to think about betraying” as if the guy didn’t have enough problems to deal with already.

Fluffy is not happy about the fact they would have to be constantly watched over as some kind of child either.

But oh well.

Maybe, it would be worth it.

The end.

Okay, comprehendible thought time is over now I will just say stuff:

Hatcler is definitely has something to do with The Hat Incident

The fact that by all logic Aamit would be a retired gangster that become a therapist or gangster AND a therapist is so funny to me

Twinstars should hold fights-without-rules for money, methinks. I don’t know why but it feels right

Copper would be just a regular citizen that happened to accidentally befriend a hitman. Also Fluffy would not hide what their job is but would try to hide the fact they smoke. Maybe not even allowing Adam to smoke near Copper as a bonus. Slapping cigarette out of his mouth as soon as they notice Copper nearby

"Does Adam has demon powers in this AU? Does magic even exist in this AU?" *shrugs* Bro, wish I know

#wish i was better with names to not call lucifer's and rtcler's mobs like this but. i am bad with names #if someone has name ideas be my guest #frankly if you have ANY ideas for this au be my guest would love to see it #rtumblr #rtcu #this is probably the first post for which I had to use google docs #my art #i hope it kinda make sense. like i mean i finished writing all this 5 days ago and reread it to fix stuff only one time and only on 60%#c!adam

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