#idk why he didn’t just use the force to deflect it

[mommy-salami]

I got a (CLEAN) prompt for ya! Y/N is in her young 20s and she was (and unfortunately still is) Martin’s experiment. She got attacked by the Demogorgon pretty badly - open wound near her shoulder muscle on her back and a gash on her face near her eyebrow down to her eye. A few cuts and bruises too. Dr. B is able to find a first-aid kit, so he carefully and slowly treats her wounds. Definitely stitches. Idk what all comes in a first-aid kit 😅

i suppose i can manage something clean. Not sure how fluffy vs angsty u wanted it so i tried to find a balance. Hope it works <3 Rating: T (for violence), SFW Words: 1.7k CW: Gore. Blood. Angst n Slight Fluff? Summary: You, a psychic born and raised in Hawkins Lab, have been working in the field for a few years. Now called back by Dr. Brenner to help ascertain just what is happening on the other side of the interdimensional rift torn through the wall of the lab.

The gate had become dangerously unstable in recent weeks. The scientists didn’t know why, or more likely wouldn’t say why. Increased security and military personnel a band-aid fix on what would soon explode into a far worse situation.

Dr. Brenner requested you return from the field to help sort this mess out. Your skill in reading frequency signatures in living organisms something he wanted to test on this interdimensional rift. One hell of a leap, but any chance to gain a better understanding of something so alien was a risk he needed to take. Or, well, that he needed you to take. Your powers finally proving useful for something he deemed actually important.

You were furious to be called back. Had planned a nice weekend for yourself now that you’d gotten the hang of things in the outside world. Only took a few years more than your “normal” peers.

“You’ll need to wear this,” Brenner says. He gestures at a suit of armor similar to that of the SWAT teams you’d seen around the facility, but with a few adjustments to deal with hand-to-hand combat rather than bullets.

You roll your eyes. This was already a waste of time, you’re not going to waste even more changing into that behemoth of failed tech. You’re a psychic, you’ll be fine.

“No thanks. Let’s get this over with,” you say.

The soldier at the control panel unlocks the door into the portal room at your approach. They knew better than to argue with psychics once they’d spent time in the field.

In front of the portal now you sigh with annoyance. Hands on your hips as it gurgles at you ominously. You hold your hand over it, eyes fluttering closed and lights flickering as you reach out through the magnetic link you wielded like a sieve instead of a bludgeon. Filtering through hundreds of thousands of lines of information until you find something even remotely interesting. A kindred spirit tugging on the other side.

“What do you see?” Brenner’s voice crackles over the speakers.

Of course he had to interrupt. Your anger latches onto whatever it is you found and pulls it through. If he wants to see so bad then fine, let’s see.

Klaxons blare as a group of three demogorgons burst from the gate. Their screeching overpowers the sound of alarms and echo of bullets fired from terrified soldiers. You drop to a crouch, letting them shred past you as you desperately construct a barrier of energy to deflect the wild bullets sprayed around you.

The various soldiers’ aim improves as the demogorgons splinter off to remove them one by one. You didn’t expect to waste so much energy defending yourself from your own side. Pained groans as you turn to see flesh and blood splattering across the room. Less frightening and more annoying at this point.

One of the creatures lunges toward a soldier frozen in fear. It stops midair, guttural, alien howls as it twists against an unknown force until it implodes in a flurry of gore. Crushed like a soda can from your trials as a child.

Your knees buckle from effort, collapsing to your hands as you pant from exhaustion. You turn to see another demogorgon rushing toward you. Dead eyes as you prepare for your fate. It swats you like a pesky insect, sending you flying into the wall. Gasps for air as you assess the damage. Minor. Scrapes and bruises. Maybe worse, your ribs complaining as you take a deep breath.

Whatever.

You charge toward it. Such a stupid creature wasting its time with a victory screech at thinking you weren’t a threat. They’d learned to avoid fire and kill anything with a weapon, but couldn’t see that you are the weapon. Sure, charging it isn’t necessary to build your powers back up, but damned if it didn’t feel good to get your blood pumping before annihilating something.

You lift it into the air, crushing it with your mind before considering a more entertaining alternative. With a flick of your wrist you send it crashing into the thick glass of the control room. Guts and dark blood splattering across the cracks as its body crumples to the floor.

Blood drips from your nose. Been a while since that happened. You wipe sweat from your brow and spit the accumulated blood from behind your teeth. Hands on your hips once more as you stand triumphantly.

But something doesn’t feel right. You narrow your eyes, where’s that third one?

Claws digging into your side and rows of teeth scraping into your back and skull answer your question. Its weight knocks you to the ground. The flaps of its face wrap around you, shoulder nearly torn off by its assault while you struggle, teeth piercing into the front of your face as it gains purchase.

Pain feels unreal. Always had. The least effective punishment on you. Warm blood flowing outside your skin a blanket of comfort as you consider this might not be the worst way to go. You glance up to see Brenner behind the glass watching you with something akin to an emotion. Not one of his usuals. No smug disappointment or anger. Hell, if you had to guess it was fear.

You can’t help but laugh. The shaky movement reminds you of the creature bearing down as it prepares to tear you apart.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, hand lifted into the creature’s gaping jaws as you concentrate your power through your fingertips. An otherworldly squeal shattering your eardrums as it's lifted off you tooth by tooth, nail by nail, until it’s flung full speed against the wall to splatter like a fly finally caught by the swatter.

Your vision hazes over as you relax into the ground, personnel rushing past you to clean up the mess of bodies and rescue any of the soldiers still clinging to life. Blood seeps between your teeth as you grin at the man crouching beside you; his jacket tossed aside and sleeves already rolled up, tie tucked out of the way.

“Hey, Dad,” you taunt.

He grimaces at your wounds as much as your jeer. Others arrive to help but he waves them away, you’re his mess to clean up and moving you in this state is out of the question. Sends them to grab blood bags from the upper levels while he provides first-aid.

“I told you to wear the armor.”

Painkillers shoved into your mouth to dry swallow interrupt any attempt to argue. He observes your shoulder first. Far from clean cuts, but no debris lodged inside means this process won’t be the worst. Pulling sutures from the surgical kit by his side he goes to work.

You rest in his lap and focus on your breathing. Not too deep to avoid stretching your no doubt broken ribs. God forbid you wince and let him know you do, in fact, feel pain. Hate that you feel bad about your blood staining his clothes, knowing his distaste for getting his hands dirty. Especially since you made the exact same mistake you mocked the demogorgon for.

“Didn’t expect a fight,” congealed blood makes you cough around the joke.

Habit makes him tut at your response. You never took anything seriously, not even a near death experience. But if it keeps you talking and awake he’ll let it slide.

Needle and thread weaves your flesh back together under his skilled hands. A mind numbing dance of agony as you wait for the medicine to kick in. The chill of blood loss renders you a shivering mess as you sweat against the pain. Can feel him tense, know he’s angry with how long they're taking to complete a task as simple as fetch.

“Why’d you pull them through?” he sighs. There’s the disappointment you were accustomed to.

“You rushed me.”

“You killed how many men and nearly yourself to spite me?”

They arrive with the blood and IV, quickly stabbing it into your arm without a care. Both you and Brenner snarl for them to leave after.

“I pulled before I finished scanning,” you admit.

“This isn’t a game. I shouldn’t have to remind you of that.”

He gently rolls you onto your back, still holding you in his lap to keep your ribs off the hard floor. Fails to hide a tight frown at the gash splitting down the right side of your face. From your forehead through your brow until it trails off past your chin. A sigh of relief that your eye is intact, if soaked in blood.

“I wasn’t trained to care,” you reply.

“No, I suppose you weren’t.”

You avoid looking at him, not allowed to close your eyes lest you fall asleep. As if you could manage that. The stitches in your face hurt far worse than the ones in your back and shoulder, thinner flesh always does.

“Just, be more careful in future, yes?”

You glance at him to see his face contorted with emotion. You’d always struggled to read him, often using your powers to cheat, but now you see him clearly. His eyes slightly watering as his lip quivers, jaw set in determination not to crack. Despite it all he cared; albeit in his own, convoluted way. You were one of his first experiments, and while you showed the least promise out of your siblings, he never gave up on you. For that you were thankful.

“If that’s what it takes to stop your crying, fine. I promise.”

“You’re a terrible child,” he smiles dryly.

The end of the sutures are tied off before he prepares your bandages. A final check to make sure nothing is left behind.

“We can move you safely now.”

He waves for the others to bring the stretcher and helps them gingerly lift you onto it. Can’t hide the winces of pain as they jostle you into place. Instinctively he takes your hand and lets you squeeze it until you breathe even again.

"Thanks, Papa," you allow him this one kindness.

They wait until he releases you, then carry you away. You’ll be stuck here in recovery for weeks. Not what he wanted to happen, but he’ll take this opportunity to win your good graces back.

#requests #my fics #martin brenner #im sure the combat wasnt necessary but i love it hehe

[soul-dwelling]

Do you think that fire force's ending was a way for Okhubo to deflect from trivialising death in his work (and the industry in general)? Idk maybe U'm just projecting after heing confronted with my own mortality but who knows...

I’m not sure I understand the question. 

Do you mean that Ohkubo used the ending of Fire Force to comment on his own tendency in his previous works to trivialize death, and the tendency of industries of manga, anime, and larger popular culture to treat death as cheap (e.g. Goku will always be resurrected, comic book superheroes won’t stay dead, just about all of the My Her Academia characters keep surviving even after what should be fatal injuries)? 

For the first part of my re-phrased question, I do think Ohkubo was using the ending of Fire Force to comment on his own tendency in Soul Eater to trivialize death–and it gets muddled when he’s also making Fire Force a prequel to Soul Eater to justify such trivializing of death. And it doesn’t work for me. I would have loved Fire Force so much more if it stuck to its original message from Akitaru to Shinra and Arthur–treat death seriously–and did something other than “LOL death doesn’t matter as much now, we can feel less despair.” I can come up with other endings, but I can’t think of one that would be better for Fire Force when it comes to this detail: I appreciate the manga ending with Akitaru returning to that warning he gave to Shinra and Arthur, but his message is contradicted by the rest of the chapter and all that happens to make death less of a big deal. 

For the second part of my re-phrased question, whether Ohkubo was also commenting on the general industry taking death too lightly: I’m not sure. I don’t get a sense of bitter satire from that ending, at least not compared to other moments earlier in the manga. Like, remember the people who die in the Nether, and we see one is about to be married, one is about to have a kid…and the last one just really looks forward to trying out his new running shoes? It’s a grim joke, it’s mean-spirited, I didn’t like it in the original moment, I hate it more when they are lazily all brought back to life at the end of the manga. I don’t like it largely because it’s a hacky joke: “there are two people with something worth dying over, and here is this loser whose highest ambition is just his shoes.” But as much as I don’t like the gag, at least it says something, about how we romanticize the idea of the unfulfilled life, and the cinematic cliches of creating death flags to foreshadow who will die, and how we lazily add last-minute revelations to suddenly make you care that some nameless background character died. 

(This isn’t too far removed from the “Gintama villain problem”--where you wait until the last minute before you kill off the antagonist to reveal some hidden aspect to them so that you make the audience, who has been rooting against this enemy, to suddenly sympathize with them. It’s sentimentality forced at the last minute, robbing you of any experience with a character who, rather than a mustache-twirling villain, could have been more sympathetic throughout to make you question their choices and then make their death always feel ambivalent, as opposed to tricking an audience with a potentially cathartic death only to lazily reinforce why that catharsis is unwarranted and immoral.)

As for the last part of your question: as if I’m one to talk–reading Fire Force after my parent died hits differently than the dumb “Lord Death is dead” jokes I was making when Soul Eater ended. I was trivializing death then; I’m confronting mortality now. 

#spoiler #spoilers #long post #dwells whines about fire force #cw: death #ask dwells

[wornoutmouse]

May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?” He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

#ogun x reader #ogun smut #fire force smut #anime smut #poc reader

[jasmine-iroh]

Sparring Partners

Pairing: Zuko x f!reader

WC: 2.5K

A/N: howdyyyy I’ll be honest idk what this is besides self satisfactory fluff oops. send in some requests pls, I’m bored as heck!

Never let (Y/N) and Zuko spar.

That was an unspoken rule on Team Avatar after Zuko joined the group. The group had witnessed the aftermath of their practicing one too many times; angry gatherings of flames licking at the bark of uprooted trees scattered around piles of rubble and burnt grass.

Simply put, the pair were a force of nature. That wasn’t the reason they weren’t allowed to fight, though. No, nobody really paid much mind to their destructive tendencies, as long as they weren’t too close to camp.

It was their moods after the fight was done that brought about the rule.

Zuko would slink away to his tent and brood, grumbling at anyone who ventured too close to him. (Y/N) would stay with the group, a grin stuck to her face the whole time. It wasn’t a smile that put anyone at ease, though. It was feral, the snapping teeth and predatory curl of her lips more suited to a big cat than a young girl. Even Katara, who was usually found near (Y/N)’s side, avoided sitting too close.

(Y/N) was never mean to the others, but she had a razor sharp edge to her for hours after the duel that made Aang shift nervously in his seat and Sokka focus more on being the meat guy than the sarcasm guy. Suki would stay on edge until it was finally time to split up into their individual tents. Her fighting instincts would be on alert at the scent of scorched earth coming from (Y/N), a completely different smell from the smoke from the campfire.

Zuko, of course, would be the one to start said campfire. There was a tense, almost shy set to his shoulders as the weight of wild eyes bore down on him from near Toph. Toph, incidentally, never seemed to mind the rumbling of thunder in (Y/N)’s voice after a fight with Zuko, or the way Zuko’s heart beat staggered whenever (Y/N) so much as walked past him.

Toph didn’t care if the pair sparred, as long as it would get them over their timid dance around camp. She thought it was an entertaining break in the monotony of training and hiding, and the feeling of (Y/N) earthbending with such raw emotion was as sappy as any romance story there was. It was truly hilarious to her that nobody else could connect the dots between the unbridled chaos of their fighting and their quiet moments together around a campfire.

**

It had been a few days since the last incident when Toph finally decided to ask (Y/N) what their deal was during a training session.

“So, what’s up with you and Sifu Hotman?” She asked, a slightly maniacal laugh falling past her lips when she managed to catch (Y/N) off guard and nail her in the side with a boulder. Toph had taken to using Aang’s ridiculous nickname after she realized how quickly she could get under Zuko’s skin with it. Payback for Zuko burning her feet, she had justified.

Coughing and sputtering from the blow, (Y/N) tried to deflect the question with a volley of rocks she’d been keeping suspended in the air long enough for Toph to half lose track of.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Toph huffed indignantly, dodging the attack before shifting her feet and sending the slab of earth below (Y/N) tilting sideways.

“No, I just saw a weakness and used it,” (Y/N) laughed and leapt from her crumbling perch to position herself in the middle of the sparring area, knowing that Aang, Zuko, Suki, and Sokka were somewhere behind her. Toph wasn’t stupid, she knew (Y/N) was trying to get into a position that would make Toph go easier on her with their friends in the line of fire.

Oh (Y/N), you really think you’re clever, don’t you? Toph thought with a smirk as a plan formed in her mind, pressing her knuckles into the dirt and twisting them sharply. She felt (Y/N)’s growl before she heard it, knowing that the other girl hated when Toph locked her feet into the earth. This time, though, she kept her hold on the rock, sitting down and waiting for (Y/N) to answer her original question.

“Toph, c’mon!” (Y/N) whined, trying to free herself as Toph sat a few meters away laughing.

“Just tell me and I’ll let you go!” Toph called back, bending herself a chair from the earth with one hand while the other kept it’s grip on the rocks around (Y/N)’s ankles.

“You’re such a little jerk,” (Y/N) answered instead, looking around for something to help her. She was weak without being able to use her feet as her center, something Toph had been hounding her about forever.

“I thought best friends told each other everything,” Toph mocked as she felt the others stop fighting to watch the scene in front of them.

“Yeah, but you also told me you’d throw me off Appa because I took Momo’s seat last week,” (Y/N) replied, crossing her arms stubbornly. Toph was a stronger bender, but (Y/N) had more patience, knowing Toph could get bored or frustrated pretty quickly. That’s how they’d always been, ever since (Y/N) had been sent to live with her helpless, blind little cousin all those years ago.

“What’s going on?” Aang asked the pair, scootering over on a ball of air with a peeved looking Zuko trailing behind him.

“(Y/N)’s keeping secrets from me and acting like I won’t find out,” Toph accused, watching as Suki and Sokka joined the group. Katara, who had been assigned camp duties for the day, drew closer at the lack of fighting sounds.

“Toph,” (Y/N) warned, a sharp threat in her voice as the sound of a tree being pulled up at the roots echoed around the clearing as (Y/N) clenched her fists.

“Yes?” A challenge in her voice, her fist twisting further into the earth and sinking (Y/N) up to her waist in tightly compressed rocks.

“Enough.” Zuko stepped in between the pair, and Toph couldn’t help but notice the spike in his heart rate when (Y/N) dropped up to her shoulders in rock.

“Zuko, stay out of this. Toph’s just being a pain,” (Y/N) huffed, having a hard time breathing with the merciless press of dirt and rock around her chest.

He didn’t stay out of it of course, his heart beating faster than a bird's wings as he watched (Y/N) struggle in the ground. Toph thought the duo were nauseatingly oblivious.

She let out a frustrated growl and slammed her foot on the ground, sending Zuko sprawling flat out next to (Y/N) and encasing his hands and feet in earth.

“Fine. You can both stay here until one of you tells me, then.” Toph declared before standing and walking away from the pair. The rest of the group looked from Toph back down to their friends buried in the ground, and decided that maybe they didn’t want to end up stuck next to the pair. They walked off, promising to talk to Toph and have her fix this.

“Spirits, she’s such a little bastard,” (Y/N) mumbled, turning her head to look at Zuko. She blinked in shock, not expecting his face to be quite so close to hers. A tricky little bastard, the girl amended in her head.

“What were you two fighting about?” Zuko asked quietly, not having to speak much above a whisper with their proximity. Had his eyes always been so golden?

“She asked about what was going on between us,” (Y/N) answered, closing her eyes and turning her head away from him towards the sky. The sun pressed red kisses against her closed eyelids while the breeze played with her hair, making her feel for a moment that she was laid out next to Zuko in a spring meadow by choice instead of locked into the dirt by Toph.

“What did you tell her?” He kept his voice low, tone conspiratorial. He stared at (Y/N), the sun loving her throat and pressing kisses to her cheekbones. He thought, just for a moment, that Toph had done him a favor by locking him into this view.

A laugh, and then, “I didn’t tell her anything.”

“Why not?” He prodded, wishing (Y/N) would turn her head so he could… could what? He thought to himself, images of him wiggling closer and closing the distance between them flickering in his mind without warning. A warm blush crept up his neck at the thoughts, wishing he wasn’t so affected by their proximity.

“Because sometimes you need to let Toph think she holds all the cards so she’s a little less of a pain in the ass. And so she wouldn’t question what we really do when we spar,” (Y/N) whispered, opening her eyes and turning to face Zuko. She met his amber gaze immediately, a grin pulling at her mouth as she leaned closer to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body.

“Oh, you mean that thing where you torment me with your comments all day around camp and then try to play innocent when we’re alone?” Zuko huffed with a smile as he wormed his way closer.

“Hey, don’t get mad. I just saw a weakness and used it,” (Y/N) giggled as she leaned in towards him. Her gaze flickered briefly from Zuko’s eyes, to his lips, and then back to his eyes in a way that made him feel like the ground was falling out from under him. He leaned up to meet her halfway, falling just short of being able to seal their lips together. A soft groan from (Y/N) pulled a chuckle from Zuko’s throat, before his head flopped back down onto the packed earth.

“Such a little bastard,” he heard (Y/N) mutter a moment before her face contorted and rumbling from around them was heard.

Zuko’s hands and legs were freed from their earthen prison, letting him roll away only a second before (Y/N) rose up from her hole on a pillar of earth. She hopped down gracefully and brushed her clothes off before helping Zuko to his feet, that wild look back in her eyes.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Zuko asked, brushing the dirt out of his hair.

“I can put you back, if you’d like,” (Y/N) hummed, stepping closer to him and giving him that sharp grin that sent his stomach fluttering.

“I’m fine right here, thank you,” he replied, a deep blush staining his cheeks as (Y/N) pulled him close and finally, finally, pressed her lips to his own in a slow kiss. He returned the kiss eagerly, loving the warmth of her hand cupping his jaw with gritty fingers as the other tangled in Zuko’s mop of hair.

The pillar she’d used to free herself moments before was now scraping against his back as (Y/N) traced a lazy trail of kisses along Zuko’s jaw. He let out a sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper and felt a thrill go up his spine at the glint of absolute trouble reflected in (Y/N)’s eyes when she pulled away.

“How long do you think we have until they realize we’re not stuck anymore?” She pondered, pressing delicate kisses up the side of Zuko’s throat and along the edges of his scar.

“Enough time to get a head start and cover our tracks.” His eyes moved deliberately to the forest away from camp, before flicking back to hers with a bashful quirk of his eyebrow. His breaths trembling, he tried to ignore how his nerve endings were alight with the feeling of (Y/N)’s lips on his skin.

“Very tempting, but I don’t feel like listening to Mother Katara yell at us for ‘running off and worrying the group,’” (Y/N) whispered back, pressing a kiss to Zuko’s chin before moving to pull away. His arms snaked around her waist quickly, locking her against him.

(Y/N)’s brows shot up in pleasant surprise at his actions. She had been the one to make moves from the start, more accustomed to touch that wasn’t soured by pain or anger. Zuko figured she’d like to have more physical affection from him, but the long nights spent untangling his emotions in return for a kiss were enough to keep her happy and moving at his pace. Zuko had been without a loving hand to hold for so long that he forgot how simple and sweet an embrace could be, how the pad of a thumb rubbing across bruised knuckles could soothe his aches better than any balm.

Feeling bold between the column of earth and (Y/N), Zuko leaned down to her height and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, retreating before she could respond. The girl only grinned widely, wrapping her arms around his muscular torso. A puff of air left Zuko’s lungs as he was pulled into her strong arms, before tightening his own arms around her waist and pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

“We have to at least make Toph think nothing’s changed, or we’ll never hear the end of how she’s so right and it's everyone else who is really blind,” (Y/N) told him, pitching her voice in Toph’s bratty little sister voice she used when she won arguments.

“Let her. I’m tired of not being able to be like this whenever we want,” Zuko replied, his warm breath against the side of her neck sending a wave of goosebumps over (Y/N)’s skin. It shocked her in the most pleasant way possible to hear him say that to her, since they’d agreed to keep things quiet until he could figure out his emotions.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you when she makes you wish you were hard of hearing,” (Y/N) laughed, nudging his head back up to face her. Her senses were filled with Zuko, the smell of smoke filling her nose as the heat from his body scorched a pattern into her heart. Their noses brushed once, twice; their lips a breath apart.

Before either could close the distance, Toph marched around their column of rock, almost slamming straight into them. In a breath, she was gone again, back the way she’d come.

“I knew it, I was so right! You losers are so blind!” She shouted to the others.

Her sudden appearance had shocked the pair apart, making (Y/N) quirk an eyebrow and pulling a rare grin from Zuko at the astounding accuracy of (Y/N)’s impression of Toph.

“Just remember, you brought this upon yourself,” (Y/N) laughed, turning to walk back to camp. Zuko’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, reeling her back in towards him so he could seal a lingering kiss against her mouth.

“I know, but that was worth it,” he hummed, walking alongside her back to camp, their fingers tangling together without a second thought.

#zuko x reader #zuko x you #prince zuko #zuko #aang #toph #toph beifong #sokka #katara #suki #beifong!reader #earthbender!reader #atla imagine #atla fanfic #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar imagine #avatar fic

[ineedblue]

So yeah I recently found out Ranboo was gonna be in passerine and face off against Tubbo but the author didn't know how to do that without making it too obvious

Anyway now yall get this trash bc I got hooked onto that fact

Tubbo was tired.

His bones seemed to have turned to lead. His clothes, soaked with water and blood, were weighing him down. His eyelids kept trying to close, and he had to force them open. He couldn't stop fighting, not yet.

Still, he leaned against a tree trunk for a moment to catch his breath. He had retreated out of the river and into the forest, and was now running. He knew at any second an enemy could emerge from the bushes and attack him, but Tubbo couldn't find it in him to care. He didn't want to fight anymore. He could barely remember what he was fighting for.

The bushes rustled. 

Tubbo gripped his dagger and raised it. His breath hitched in his throat as a teenage boy emerged from the bushes.

Tubbo's grip on his dagger loosened slightly. He couldn't help it. The boy looked so young, roughly his own age. Tubbo wondered if he, too, had snuck into the army illegally. 

Not the Royal Army. The boy was wearing the green crest of the Green Army, making it known that he was an enemy. He had black-and-white hair and was tall and lanky, though he looked strong enough. His hands were bloody, as were a dozen places on his body.

The most striking thing about him was his eyes. They were round and purple, reminding Tubbo of the allium flowers in the flower shop he used to visit with his sister. They had a glassy stare, like he wasn't really seeing anything in front of him.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then the boy raised a spear Tubbo hadn't even noticed he was holding and attacked him.

Instinctively, Tubbo brought up his dagger to deflect the blow. The two blades clanged as they met in midair, battling to push the other down. Tubbo's heels dug into the ground as he pushed, desperately trying not to fall. 

The boy had no mercy in his gaze. No anything. He looked like he was sleepwalking. Tubbo shivered under the cold stare. 

Tubbo stopped pushing for a second, and without hesitation, the boy shoved him hard. Tubbo tumbled back onto the grass, hitting his head against a tree trunk. His vision went dizzy for a second, though Tubbo could still see the boy standing above him, spear raised.

Tubbo's fight-or-flight kicked in, and for a moment, this wasn't a fellow child, lost and alone and fighting in a war that neither of them understood nor really cared about anymore. He was another foe, one that Tubbo was going to by murdered by if he didn't kill.

Tubbo lashed out, kicking the boy in the legs and sending him toppling to the ground. He jumped up, though he had no idea where he found the strength, and aimed his dagger.

For a split second, he hesitated. He was almost waiting, waiting for the boy to jump back up and attack. Maybe, deep down, that was what Tubbo was hoping for. He didn't want to fight anymore.

The boy just lay there, frozen.

It took Tubbo a minute to realise the boy wasn't breathing.

He kneeled next to him, the dagger slipping out of his hands. The boy's eyes were wide and staring, not blinking, not moving. His chest was no longer rising and falling. The boy was completely still.

He was dead.

Ever so gently, as if the boy was just sleeping and Tubbo didn't want to wake him, Tubbo searched him for injuries. The boy was littered with cuts and bruises, and Tubbo knew he himself probably looked the same, if not worse. The fatal wound was a stab in his side. It wouldn't kill instantly, but the boy had probably been bleeding out before he even met Tubbo.

And he'd fought him anyway.

Tubbo didn't realise he was crying until he felt tears dripping down his cheeks. Why was he crying? He had seen allies, colleagues, friends die, and yet he was crying over an enemy. He didn't even know this boy. He didn't even know his name.

For some reason, that made Tubbo cry harder.

Tubbo sat in the forest next to the body of a boy he'd never known and cried. He cried for all the people who had been lost, and all the people who had lost someone. He cried for this boy, and all who had loved him. Tubbo cried for his own family, who he might never see again. He cried for his sister. He cried for himself.

Finally, he managed to regain his composure. He sat up and wiped his eyes. He picked up his dagger.

He glanced at the boy once more. A teenager, so young, so broken. He had so much to live for. They both did.

Tubbo reached out and carefully closed the boy's eyes, unable to look at his glassy stare any longer. He looked around once, twice. He could see blue irises growing beside a tree. He walked over and gently picked them, then walked back to the boy. He knelt beside him, gently resting the beautiful flowers on his chest.

Tubbo never said a word as he quietly left the clearing. He would go back to fighting in this war, fighting even though he was so, so tired. He glanced back, wondering if maybe it would be better to lie next to the boy and go to sleep.

He did not.

Instead, Tubbo gripped his dagger all the more tightly. He was living for that boy now, and all the lives that were affected by this war.

Life. Such a small word for such a big thing.

In another life, he might have been friends with that boy.

So yeah I made myself cry-

Hope you enjoyed...? Idk I've never posted my writing before

#passerine #dream smp #bee duo #this has been stuck in my head all day #dsmp au #brainrot

[subbing-for-clones]

The New Apprentice Part 8

Maul x Sith!reader 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Yall it has been a God damn week I'll tell you that. So sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. Fair warning, had to do some already known stuffs to move the story along the timeline and I just wasn't feeling it while writing, but it's important to the timeliness nonetheless.

WARNINGS: 18+ P in V sex, unprotected sex, Canon violence. Kinda angsty at the end? Idk.

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       The following morning you awoke alone in your tent. The cool morning air aiding to shake the fog from your mind as you thought of the previous night. A smile twitched on your lips that was soon replaced with a heavy eye roll. One of your pant legs had been torn up the seam by the medic who worked on you. Shrugging, you ripped off the tattered fabric and did the same to the other to match. Sliding on your now short one piece you pulled on your boots, hung your sabers from your hips and left your little shelter.

    You knew why Maul left; he didn't want anyone to think the two of you were involved until the situation was less vulnerable. You were thankful he waited until you were asleep before he absconded into the darkness. Maker, you had to stop thinking about it lest you rile yourself up again. It was time to go to work, continue to prove to your master that you deserved to be at his side. That he needed you there.

    You were relieved that Savage followed behind you a few minutes later. At least you weren't the last one up. Pre and Maul strode through the camp with you and Savage following closely behind.

"We will need an army if we are to successfully take back Mandalore." Your master rumbled.

"The people will support us once we remind them who they are." Pre retorted.

"Perhaps... but the Black Suns will be able to provide us with resources beneath the attention of the Republic."

"They're a crime syndicate!"

"Yes, and a powerful one that will lead to our victory. We have but one chance to pull this off."

      Boarding a Mandalorian starship with your Master and Savage was quiet. You had decided to keep your mouth shut and revel in Maul's ability to command and scheme. You stood at Savage's side with your hands clasped behind your back, back straight and chin high. Your weapons dangled dangerously at your hips. Every so often a Mandalorian would look at you curiously through their visor to which you responded the same every time. You gazed into their black where their unseen eyes lay behind, unblinking with a straight lip and an air of importance until they turned away. Savage quirked a lip slightly every time.

When you were alone he rumbled quietly.

"You make them uneasy. Much more than I do I think."

"I hardly doubt that my friend." Your voice soft and cold in the off chance someone could hear you.

"Possibly... they fear us."

"Good. Then they will stay in line under Lord Maul. A warrior should never show fear. They may be strong but they've shown a vital weakness we will exploit in time if necessary."

    Maul was the only one within ear shot and he silently listened to your words. Although he didn't show it at the time externally, his chest swelled in pride.

    After landing on Mustafar they were greeted with a battalion led by a tall Falleen male by the name of Vigo Ziton Maj. He chuckled when your master harshly requested an audience but he led Maul, Savage, Pre Vizsla and yourself inside the fortress anyway.

    Five more men sat at a long black table upon your entrance. When demanded that they join you, you were met with exclamations of amusement and they attempted to call for your deaths.

    Without hesitation you and Savage each tossed a spinning lightsaber in their direction. Effectively beheading each and every one of the leaders in single mirrored motions. After seeing first handedly that denial of an alliance would lead to death, Moj, the next in line to lead agreed to join your cause without hesitation.

    The Pykes practically handed themselves over to you once news about the Black Suns had reached their ears. The offer of their alliance was a grateful surprise to you. Recognizing the slow shift in universal power only spurred your attraction to your master. Visions of you riding his throbbing cock permeated your mind and drifted to his.

    On the ride to Nal Hutta these thoughts only grew in intensity as your sinful need grew. It had been days since he had last touched you and although you maintained an outward composure, your mind reeled. With only a few hours until your arrival, Maul strode past you, pausing momentarily to give you a knowing glance and ever so slight nod of his head. You waited a minute before following his force signature until a supply closet door hissed open. He grabbed you almost violently, pulling you within the small enclosure. He listened to be sure you weren't followed before he turned to you.

"My my what devious thoughts you project little one." He cooed as he pulled you into his embrace. With your back to his chest, he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, planting gentle wet kisses to your sensitive skin and lightly nipping at your ear. You took his hand and covered your mouth to stifle a whimper as he ground his hardening cock into your rear. You could feel the heat of your core as his velvety voice hummed in the ear he was toying with.

"Now, I'd much rather take my time with you but it seems you need some tension released. I'll need you clear headed on this venture. I believe the Hutt Clan will give us the most trouble in forming an alliance. Would you like my help my sweet little apprentice?"

    You nodded fervently, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he slid your one piece down until it pooled on the floor. He bent you over infinitesimally, just enough to grant him entrance. He prodded his hot, firm erection against your folds letting out a silent groan feeling how wet you already were.

"God's I've hardly touched you and your soaking wet you naughty little girl."

    Without warning he slipping inside you, biting one of his fingers to keep from crying out. He thrusted into at a brutal pace, sinking to his hilt with every rut. It didn't take long before you were fluttering around him and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Maker, you're going to cum for me.. I can feel it... Let go my dear. Cum all over my cock."

    The command he soothed had you unraveling faster than you thought possible. The excitement of the risk at being found out only encouraged your orgasm. Still shaking from the aftershocks, your master bit your shoulder as he throbbed and filled you.

    You hastily cleaned yourself, getting ready to leave before you were caught but Maul grabbed your wrist and brought you back into an embrace. Gently pressing his forehead to yours and wrapping his arms around you.

"Soon you'll be at my side at all times my dear. Would you like that?" His glowing amber eyes meeting yours.

"Yes Master, of course."

    You pressed your lips to his and trying to calm your flush you left the small enclosure with newfound resolve undoubtedly spurred by your bliss.

       Maul had been correct as usual. The Hutts were in fact quite resistant. After hearing that they wouldn't be paid and that the deal was an alliance for their lives, five bounty hunters and the whole guard rushed the room. Desperate for some leverage you deflected the barrage of incoming blaster fire along with your master while leading them slowly out to the landing platform.

Finally, she's good for something you thought as Bo Katan fired rockets into the fortress, effectively killing most of the guard.

    You gave chase back into the fortress and fought the remaining bounty hunters. Unwillingly admitting that they were giving you more trouble than you would've hoped. Darting away from a purple woman with orange hair you kicked a dog off of your master while the bounty hunters made their retreat. Maul was convinced that they wouldn't be a further threat so you let them escape with their lives and empty pockets.

    You ended up having to travel to the gods awful desert planet of Tatooine for Jabba to finally agree to your terms.

       Back on Zanbar you and Savage shared a meal while Maul oversaw the organization of the troops and mixed crime syndicates.

"You seem restless." Savage noted.

"Duuuh." You exasperated. "All this planning and waiting and organizing. Ugh, I wanna go fuck shit up. We've been so busy with the boring shit I haven't even had time to train. Aside from that bounty hunter scuffle."

"Worry not little one, you'll be terrorizing the Mandalorians planet side with everyone soon enough." You scoffed at his response to which he cocked his brow.

"No, I'm not. Master wants me in the shadows. Something about the people recognizing me later on being a problem with his grand scheme."

"He has a habit of only telling half of a truth. Trust comes slowly to him. You know this." You sighed, pushing away your plate and pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Yes, I'm well aware. More so than he would like I'm sure."

"He cares very deeply for you."

"And I him but all this sitting around will get me nowhere. I told you about what happened on Malachor... for the first time since I've joined you two it feels like my feet are taking me some where I'm not supposed to go... it's been weeks and the only thing I've learned in that time frame is how to take his cock in secret, away from prying eyes."

    Savage nearly choked and also disregarded his food and sat looking at you with a pained look in his eyes.

"What will you do then?"

"Honestly? I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that I'm supposed to 'extinguish the fear but always remember that 'the shadow cannot exist without the light' whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."

"If you don't know what it means how do you know you're on the wrong path?" You paused at his question.

"Jedi and Sith both always say to trust in the force... I need to meditate on this."

    Savage nodded as you stood from your seat walking back towards your tent. Your master was a strong force user and ever since that night you two had opened up your minds to one another, truly lay bare before the other, it was damn near impossible to keep him out. When you passed him and Vizsla you had known they couldn't hear your conversation but the way that his eyes followed you. A specific crease in his brow. You had no doubt it had anything to do with Vizsla's ramblings, you realized he probably felt your conflict.

    Disappearing into your canvas enclosure you tried to push the thought of your lover, no, your master; down and away from the forefront of your mind. Gods above though, he was your lover. You loved him, so much. What if he was guiding you away from the place you needed to go? Everything felt right before you allied with the Death Watch. The weeks you spent training and traveling to Malachor felt right. But this, this felt like it was his path not yours. If your destinies didn’t cross would he abandon his to join you? Could you abandon yours to join him? You knelt in the center of your tent and straightened your back, closing your eyes. Allowing your mind to rest, allow the wild eradications to still and drift away. This was important. This was your destiny. You suddenly realized why, although you'd never admit it, the Jedi forbid attachments in their freakish cult.

#maul x reader #maul smut #darth maul #sith apprentice #savage opress #platonic savage #maul fluff #sith warrior #starwars au #star wars au #star wars #swtcw x reader #swtcw smut

[sherwoodknights]

Me?? Over-analysing The Scarlet Pimpernel??? Its more likely than you think

So, surprise surprise, I was rereading the scarlet pimpernel in hopes of getting any tiny bit of inspiration for The Lady Of The League, and instead, I, of course decided to over-analyse it and came up with a lil theory about our very own Sir Percival Blakeney, Baronet.

Bear in mind that this is just a nerd rambling, I'm probably very wrong-

Also idk how much of a "theory" this is. It's more of a "my brain worked overtime and wouldn't let me rest until I wrote this down and forced it upon my mutuals and followers"

So it's well established within the canon of the Scarlet Pimpernel that Percy stops any suspicion of him being the Pimpernel by hiding himself behind the facade of a brainless, foppish idiot. Which is a very important point, as it's how he manages to keep himself safe for so long.

Even more important is the fact that everyone believes it. His act works, and practically everyone in England remains convinced that Percy Blakeney is just an idiot who managed to marry 'the cleverest woman in Europe' somehow.

But clearly, Percy isn't the idiot he pretends to be. He is, of course, the titular Pimpernel, who is intelligent enough to rescue countless aristocrats from death, to plan escapes very quickly, and just to generally outwit Chauvelin and the French constantly. This is common knowledge to pimpernel fans, of course, so why is Jess basically regurgitating the whole first novel?

Because I have a question:

Why does everyone in England genuinely believe that Percy is a completely incompetent fop?

It's something that I don't think many people really think about. The explanation we are offered in the book is that for the purpose of hiding any association with the Pimpernel and his League, Percy goes out of his way to play the idiot. And that's a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. I know I accepted it unquestionably during my earliest experience with the Scarlet Pimpernel.

But I personally think that it's deeper than this. And that's where my dumb, over-thinking analysis fandom brain kicked in, and started to construct this idea.

So let's start with what we know about Percy Blakeney from the book. Throughout his introduction in chapter 6, titled 'An Exquisite of `92', a point is made of the way he is perceived by English society.

"He, the sleepiest, dullest, most British Britisher to ever set a pretty woman yawning"

"the 'cleverest woman in Europe' had linked her fate to that 'demmed idiot' Blakeney"

"Every one knew that he was hopelessly stupid"

"But then Blakeney was really too stupid to notice the ridicule"

Each is a direct quote from the chapter. So clearly, there is a certain way that he is seen by everyone. And he accepts it. More than this, he plays himself into this view they have, for the sake of his own ends.

But nobody ever explains where this image of Percy comes from, and why it is practically just a fact that he is remarkably stupid.

The book is set in 1792, and the revolution began in 1789. The mass execution of aristocrats didn't come straight away, and Percy and his friends certainly weren't lying in wait for all of this to happen. So at most, Percy has been rescuing people for some time more than a year, and has been married to Marguerite for around a full year of that time. So for Percy to be so well-known by England, he's probably been known to them for longer than he's been Pimpernel-ing.

So why do they believe that he's so incompetent? Surely, if he was as clever as the reader knows he truly is, people would notice if he suddenly turned into a brainless fool for no reason.

Unless they never considered that he was intelligent in the first place.

Which is a weird thought, right? When we clearly know that he is clever. But then it starts to make more sense if you start to consider his history, specifically his mother and what happened to her.

"Although lately he had been so prominent a figure in fashionable English society, he had spent most of his early life abroad. His father, the late Sir Algernon Blakeney, had had the terrible misfortune of seeing an idolised young wife become hopelessly insane after two years of happily married life. Percy had just been born when the late Lady Blakeney fell a pray to the terrible malady which in those days was looked upon as hopelessly incurable and nothing short of a curse of God upon the entire family. Sir Algernon took his afflicted wife abroad, and there presumably Percy was educated, and grew up between an imbecile mother and a distracted father, until he attained his majority. The death of his parents following close upon one another left him a free man, and as Sir Algernon had led a forcibly simple and retired life, the large Blakeney fortune had increased tenfold."

So, there's a lot to unpack here. But the basics come down to the fact that just after Percy was born, an unnamed illness affected his mother's mind, and his father took the family out of England to some unnamed place, which is where Percy would then grow up.

And this is where things started to form for me. We don't know how quiet this whole thing was kept, but it does seem to be told to us as though it was common knowledge, and later on in the book, when Marguerite comes across a portrait of Percy's mother in his study, we find out that she knows what happened to her as well. And then another line from Percy's introduction in chapter 6 jumped out to me on rereading it.

"but then that was scarcely to be wondered at, seeing that all the Blakeneys, for generations, had been notoriously dull and that his mother had died an imbecile."

This tells us that Percy is already at a disadvantage if he wishes to be seen as intelligent.

He has to contend with the fact that his family is know to be dull, and bland, and boring people, and on top of that, he also has to contend with the fact that at least some people know that his mother lost her mind, for one reason or another.

And then you start to consider Percy himself. He was raised and educated abroad. He was more than likely raised by paid servants and hired hands who knew very little of the expectations of an English society gentleman, and his parents, who did know what was expected, were unavailable and occupied by the goings-on.

So that's what we have to consider: Percy was inexperienced in an upper-class English society. He probably had very little idea of what to expect from others, and what others, in turn, would expect from him. And then, when his parents died, he suddenly found himself inheriting a title, and lands with an estate, and a place in this society he had never known.

So when he inevitably returns, what can he do? He won't know many people, and therefore, he won't have many people to learn from. He will be the outsider, the boy who didn't grow up in England, the one who doesn't know how to fit in.

So it starts to come together.

We're told that after his parents passed away, he travelled abroad a lot. But he more than likely would have returned to England at least once, to see his estate, to acquaint himself with a world he will now have to navigate and live in. And when he does, the image of Sir Percy Blakeney that England has begins to form.

There is already the image of the previous members of the Blakeney family, who are known for being "notoriously dull"

There is the whole history of Percy growing up with an "imbecile mother"

And now, he returns to England and joins society with no idea what to do

And so the image forms.

They label him as this fool, as this brainless fop who knows more about fashion than he does about the world. And because he has no way of knowing how to show them that he is in fact intelligent, he accepts it. He takes the role they have given him to play, and he lives it.

Because when he is Percy Blakeney, the idiot who will laugh at everything, who will lead England in its fashion, he is accepted, and he has a place.

And then, enter the revolution. Percy finds himself wanting to do something, and he becomes the famous Scarlet Pimpernel. And he realises that this image of him can be used to protect his life, and that of his most loyal friends and followers in the League.

So I propose the theory to you; Percy did not become the brainless fop to hide himself. Instead, he, in his unseen cleverness, used what people knew and expected of him to deflect suspicion.

And that's why it worked so perfectly. Because in order to hide in plain sight, he didn't have to change a thing about himself.

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So there we have it! A long, probably very useless rant that will probably never help anyone, but if you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed my take!

Once again, this is just an idea I had about Percy, I'm not claiming it to be canon, I'm probably looking way too deep into this, but I thought I'd share it with y'all

#the scarlet pimpernel #scarlet pimpernel musical #Percy Blakeney #The League of the Scarlet Pimpernel #long post #theory time #ig?? idk #is this meta? #Idk whether this counts as meta #I have ✨obsession problems✨ #Sorry Percy bro #You probably didn't need me to deep dive into ur life my man #but here i am anyway

[incorrect-spiderson]

yo, im a sucker for star wars au's. If peter (and co.) were in the star wras universe, what do you think they would be (e.g jedi, senator, smuggler ect.)

Oh this is a hard one. (Assuming we’re starting back in the good ol days before the clone wars here)

I know most people would be like “Oh the avengers are the Jedi council!”

:|

NO

Just.. no.

The Avengers I would assign as kind of a rag tag group. Like... a hidden squadron of people that only really deal with big situations that need to be kept quiet.

Tony is the obvious mechanic of the team. He’s most likely the pilot but switches off with Nat and Clint. I’d say he’s in tune with the force and was the son of a Jedi Master, became a Jedi, but eventually lost his way and turned against his master after his parents were killed. He obviously comes back to the light side and is recruited by Jedi Master Fury to be a part of the secret squadron.

Steve I’d say is mostly the muscle. He grew up in the lower rings and had a lot of trouble coming by money and food and such. His friend Bucky disappeared one night and never came back. People say he fell off the side of the ring, but Steve knows better. So he travels to the upper rings. He sees the clones and asks for help. I’d say they sort of take him under their wing and help him get stronger and blah blah blah. I haven’t thought it all out but he gets recruited by Fury as well.

Natasha was a sith. Let’s just get that out there. She was one of, if not the most feared female sith in the galaxy. She became a sith because she watched her family get murdered in front of her by Jedi. What she didn’t know was that her family were sith. She eventually was taken in by a sith master and trained. Not sure why she switched yet. I’ll get there. For now let’s just say Budapest but make it Tatooine. Oh but she’s now obviously a fighter. She uses white sabers (much like Ashoka)

Clint is the sharp shooter. I’d say former, if not still a smuggler. Not really sure if a back story for him yet.

Bruce is complicated I’d say?? I won’t lie, I thought of making him a Wookiee. But no. I’m not exactly sure with him either. He’s the obvious medic for the team and helps Tony with tech and stuff. Maybe a droid? Idk.

Thor, my man Thor. Now this is gonna be a definite stretch but I’m gonna make Thor the equivalent of The Daughter (I think that’s her name? From that one ep of Clone Wars?). Loki is obviously the equivalent of The Son. Thor embodies the light side. Loki the dark. Odin is The Father. Odin sleep is still a thing I guess and we’re just gonna say that they have human forms as well. Thor is kind of the teams “oh shit we’re gonna die” last straw. He just too powerful. But he still goes on missions and such. It’s for him to connect and see the world.

Peter, my boy Peter. He’s a Padawan currently but is starting to come to realize that the Jedi Council and The Senate aren’t as “good” as everyone thinks they are. He tells his Jedi Master, Ben (who happens to be his uncle) and Thanos (palpatine) catches word. Beep Boop Ben is dead and Peter deflects from the Jedi training. He’s eventually found by Tony who takes him under his wing and continues to teach him. They take him on missions too but Peter won’t tell them about Thanos. He can’t risk losing his family again.

Michelle is a mf rebel. She is beyond her time. She doesn’t trust The Republic. But she ain’t no Seperatist. (She’s might be Twi’lek btw cause i love twi’leks with my whole heart and soul.) She meets Peter in an alleyway get together for the kids in poverty in the lower rings. They talk, become friends. Eventually she finds out about the group he joined. She’s super hesitant to speak to him after that, but he’s so afraid to lose her that he tells her why he joined. After that she agrees and they become even better friends, or more.

Btw I’m contemplating with the fact that maybe the Avengers group makes a little mini squad of the kids and I kinda love it. Like a baby rebellion group.

Ned. Bby boy Ned. He’s the son of a Senator. A very well respected Senator. He hates it. His mom hates it. And his sister hates it. Ned meets Peter and MJ at a gala thingy. The two were on a mission and met Ned when the boy walked up to them and exclaimed how glad he was that there were people his age there. They all become friends, but Peter and MJ try to keep what they do a secret. Eventually they tell him and he becomes their communications guy.

Harley Keener my heart and soul. He’s a mechanic, weapons specialist. He grew up on tatooine and was fine with it, until a really awesome space ship landed one day and he became enamored by it. One thing leads to another and he’s got somewhat of an “apprenticeship” under a Mandalorian. So yeah.

Finally I’m gonna end with Dum-E because he’s The Avengers droid and everyone loves him. He’s like the R2 of this AU. Vision could probably be the C3PO

Anyways! I hope you enjoy!

#marvel #mcu #peter parker #avengers #tony stark #spiderman #irondad and spiderson #spiderson #irondad #avengers endgame #star wars #clone wars #star wars headcanons #marvel headcanons #marvel au #Star Wars Au

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

The soul stone war is a game that I've seen before and its on my list. Was wondering if you coudl tell more about how you feel about it, especially the villain romance if you chose that one.

Uuh, sure. I'll do it in a bullet list cuz it's been a while since I've played it and I can't really be bothered to put a whole coherent post together.

I should also encourage you to read some reviews on the Steam store page. They basically repeat a lot of the points I'm about to make.

The main character is a useless waif. Like, even if you pass the skill checks, there are multiple instances where you're forced to pass out, be injured, kidnapped, or otherwise victimized. They're so helpless and out of their element that it becomes hard to believe any of the much more capable and skilled people around them would ever find them compelling or interesting and consider them anything more than a burden. Yet you’re somehow also the most important person in the whole squad, and they keep protecting and helping you no matter how you treat them. Because hey, that’s the protagonist!

On that note, the romances are dull as hell. All characters are vaguely nice and friendly, some are just more snarky/broody than others. You can "friendmance" people, which is a good concept in theory, but in practice it involves your character being unaware of their own emotions. It further adds to how incapable and clueless they seem. Plus, it never becomes clear why any of the ROs would be romantically interested in the protagonist, especially when they have established connections with other people on the squad already. You’re playing a rando who just shows up one day, bumbles about uselessly, but then becomes the most important person ever to them. Sure.

The plot is filled with contrivances. The main one being that the main character is involved in it at all. They're basically forced into it despite showing no particular skills or talents, and the only excuse we ever get for them sticking around is ... uh ... the big-booby elf lady said they were cute. The author simply didn't bother coming up with a better reason for them to be involved, knowing that there would be one eventually that would justify it in the end, but giving us nothing to work with in the moment, no personal reason and no agency. It feels very cheap.

The world and worldbuilding are basically the most generic fantasy thing you can imagine. The author even answered some questions on their Tumblr about the political structure of the land as "You know Skyrim? Like that." Elements and character dynamics and even minor phrases and words are lifted wholesale from franchises like Dragon Age and The Elder Scrolls. One of the first things your character can say is a reference to Dragon Age, but it's never brought up again and we never get an explanation for what it means in this universe or why the character would say it. One of the first lines in your "own" unique world shouldn't be a tee hee cutesy reference to some other well-established universe.

The tone is all over the place. One moment you're joking around about something the big-boobied blond elf said, the next your character is being tortured by some werewolf woman or some god-entity, and there’s nothing they can do to escape, so you just sit there and have to endure all this torture porn. And then it’s right back to the repetitive jokes and snarky narration.

I’m serious about the torture porn. One of the MC’s backgrounds includes their transgender friend being murdered for being trans. Another includes your character almost getting sexually assaulted. The third involves your younger brother dying. There’s no reason for any of this to be included other than to show how dark and edgy this world is and how your character is running from their past or whatever.

Speaking of dark and edgy, the villain gets a lot of screen time, and it’s mostly him brooding about how evil he is while the narration creams itself over how hot he is, also. But the author acts surprised over how he’s the most popular character in the fandom, and deflects most criticisms for his route as “it’s self-indulgent” and “it’s a secret route just for me, I didn’t think anyone else would play it.” Bro why’d you put it there, then? With instructions in-game on how to reach it?

The writing is genuinely some of the worst I’ve read. I hate to use this word unironically, but it was cringeworthy at times. It’s supposed to be this epic fantasy, but most of the time it feels like it’s chasing the high of a found family in a video game squad, without actually knowing what makes those particular tropes work. It’s simplistic and extremely repetitive, relying more on character tropes and “tumblr meme” interactions than genuine character building and conflict. It also tries and mostly fails to be funny, but that’s more subjective, I guess. Take a shot every time the text goes “thank you very much!” and you’ll be out in a few clicks.

Pacing whomst? Everything happens in the span of like a week or a month, but suddenly your character and their RO are like, in love and all weepy about it? Oh no I almost lost you my dear darling baby, let me tearfully declare how important you are to me. Nevermind the fact that we met four days ago.

The villainmance is the only vaguely interesting thing in the story and it's pretty evident it's the author's favorite thing to write. They've said how it's just a "self-indulgent" thing that wasn't supposed to be popular (I do not believe a word of this), but it's by far the most interesting thing just based on the fact that it's not only the most plot-relevant romance, but it's also the one with the most stakes and drama and the most varied dynamics. There’s genuine, justified angst and emotion in the concept of it at times that is missing from literally every other interaction and grimdark moment.

That being said, I wouldn’t say the villainmance is healthy, so don’t go into it looking for that. The dynamics are way off-balance and a lot of the route in the first game is your character being attracted to the man who’s torturing them and wanting to be tortured again just to interact with him. If you’re into that, then you might be into this story, but if you’re not then you’ll be put off by it.

The Asian-coded character has a "yellow" skintone and is a half-dragon.

The reason there's transphobia in this world and the player can't be trans is is because the "gods" of this world don't want any mortals to have the ability to "change their gender" because that would make them too similar to the gods. However, nonbinary characters are fine, and you can play as one. Because as we all know, binary trans people are just out there "changing their gender" all willy nilly. That's how that works, right? While nonbinary characters are always born nonbinary and nobody assigns genders to their children in this world? Idk how any of this makes any sense but go off, I guess. This isn't in the actual game AFAIK but something I read on the author's Tumblr, so take it as you will. The actual transphobia is in the game, though. Because reasons.

Overall, it’s a lot of half-baked concepts, unfunny writing, and needless torture porn for the sake of torture porn. Plus it’s not even a whole story, it’s just the first part of a series/trilogy? Maybe it’ll get better as it goes, but I wouldn’t hold my breath tbh.

#eff plays

[doctorlecterstheremin]

hannibal s1ep4 œuf

•will talking abt his house looking like a boat at night w the lights on makes me emotional 🥺 i wanna give him a hug also the amount he’s willing to open up to hannibal 🥺

•OH MY GOD JUST REALISED HANNIBAL WAS RECORDINF RHIS CONVERSARION TO FRAME HIM FUCK I MISSED THAT BEFORE

•the way will points at that child and tells her to eat her veg is so so funny will does not know how to act around children ‘id make a good dad’ my arse

•i rly like wills house i could make it so cosy and homely if i looked there also the way hannibal is the person who he lets in to feed his dogs 🥺 shame he’s being framed for multiplee murders

•why does he prick his finger in the fly?? is he just horny for will n likes blood?

•idk why but i’m a rly big fan of the time lapse building shots they r a vibe

• ‘sum lazzzyy psychiatry doctor lecter’ 😳 the way he deflects to ask hannibal abt his mother ! amazing !

•no one enjoys mystery human meat like jack crawford honestly

•i desperately need to know more abt wills upbringing n his dad i wonder if he grew up w dogs in feel like this ep needed a few more mins for him to open up abt it bcos he acts so angsty abt family i want context further than abigail and no mum

•a day doesn’t go by that i don’t think abt will sayinf ‘suck bruise’ why is it so fuckinf funny

•lolll it would’ve been so inappropriate for will to buy abigail fishing gear just after her hunting father died like

•also ‘feeling paternal will’ ‘aren’t you’ ‘yes’ destroys me someone get these fruits a four bedroom house and a mortgage

•the way hannibal just gives abigail mushrooms 😭 i wonder if hannibal ever sits w a cup of mushroom tea of an evening to work thru his feelings , i hope him n will do it post fall to work thru their past

•feel rly sorry for christopher :( why does jack act like he’s to blame at all :( i know it’s like a parallel w abigail but he’s a small child and was being forced into this he just saw another boy get murdered bcos he wouldn’t do it cut him all the slack

•ALSO WHY DOES JACK CARRY A SHOTGUN

•ok like is this the time there’s a deleted scene of hannibal sayinf will was invited to dinner w him and abigail but he didn’t answer and alana turned up?? it would’ve been will and hannibal abigail was seeing family as BRYAN WHY DO UOU STARVE US OF THIS

•BELLA !! 💖💖💖 ily pls talk abt ur feelings u deserve support

•will should have a degree in creating random unconventional family set ups for himself what w his dogs n w hannibal and w abigail

#hannibal liveblog #hannibal season one #nbc hannibal #hannibal deserves more #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #murder husbands #hugh dancy #fannibals

[that-sw-writer]

ok so as a prompt maybe the reader is a general/something high ranking and somebody is being sexist and disrespects her and she just breaks their nose and Kylo is like “thats 👏🏻 my 👏🏻 wife” and then just fluffy fluff fluff? idk do whatever you want with that lmao

I love this prompt so much we stan readers beating up sexist men !!

Word count: 1224

Warnings: None really just trashbag men

You reap what you sow...

"Thank you all for coming so swiftly."  You addressed the room of First Order officials - numerous Captains, Lieutenants and Commanders and of course the Supreme Leader, your husband.

Being married to Kylo sometimes made your life difficult, people thought you were in your position just because he was your husband, not because you were more intelligent and skilled than any other candidate.  You had been a General since long before marrying Kylo, but people tended to overlook that, because the men in your division clearly needed someone to be bitter towards.  You were convinced that if you were a man they would have no problem with your leadership.

"What's the emergency, General Y/L/N?"  Lieutenant Kordon spoke first.  He was a tall, slender man with rather greasy hair that was hidden beneath his hat.  He always looked like he needed a deep clean in a refresher.

"We have a new focus - to search for artefacts known as Wayfinders.  They are of Sith origin, and are paramount to the success of the First Order in this war."  Your words caused a few mumbles to rise amongst your officers.  Involvement from matters regarding Sith or Jedi were rarely popular, but you were loyal to Kylo's orders, even if nobody else was.

"With all due respect General, matters concerning the Force and mystic artefacts aren't our duty."  Kordon quickly jumped back at you, and you rose from your seat at the head of the long conference table, placing both hands on the table to lean forward.

"They are your duty if I tell you they are.  It would do you good to remember your place, Lieutenant."  You emphasised his title, reminding him that you were in charge, something you frequently found yourself doing.

Your husband remained silent in all of this.  Of course he would always step in if he felt the need to, but generally if he didn't allow you to handle matters of insubordination yourself it made things worse rather than better - you had to show your power to these people, not Kylo's.

"My apologies.  Where shall we begin searching?"  Kordon now spoke through gritted teeth, and you took a small amount of pleasure in making him so angry.  He was much older than you, which instantly led him to believe that he was more fit to be a General than you were.

"In the Atravis Sector."  You confirmed, remembering Kylo's briefing to you just earlier that morning.

"Specifically the Mustafar System."  Your husband cut in, and you nodded in approval.

"And how are we supposed to find some mythical artefact?  We aren't Sith."  Captain Zapal spoke up this time, he was broad man - clearly very proud of his physique since he took every opportunity possible to show it off.  The man was allergic to training with a shirt on.

"No, but I like to think you aren't stupid, Captain."  You raised an eyebrow at him, "We have extensive resources, I'm sure exploring one Sector isn't too much for you to handle.  If it is I'm sure I could hand the task to another division."

"No General, that's quite alright."  He mumbled, sinking in his seat.

"I will meet you all again in three rotations time, I want news of where has been explored and what leads you have.  Supreme Leader Ren will follow them once we are sure that they are worth his time."  You ordered, "Dismissed."  You then waved your hand and everyone rose to their feet to exit.

You remained stood at the head of the table, Kylo still seated.  You usually waited for everyone to leave so you could discuss things in private, away from their prying ears.

As Kordon and Zapal walked past her to leave you overheard their hushed mutters.  "I'm fed up of being second best to this bitch."

"I agree.  Some of us have worked hard to get where we are, not just slept with the Supreme Leader."

"Maybe if we slept with her we'd get promoted."  Kordon snorted, and by that point you had heard enough.

Kylo rose to his feet to put them both in their place in the best way he knew how, but you placed a hand on his shoulder - a silent ask for him to let you handle this, and he begrudgingly stepped back.

"Gentlemen."  You barked from behind them, and they nearly jumped out of their skin, turning slowly to face you.

"Y-yes General?"  Captain Zapal quietly said.

"I suggest if you have something to say, you say it to my face."  You folded your arms, "Go on."

"No General it's nothing, really!"  Kordon attempted to deflect.  Even in this moment you could tell they were more scared of Kylo's presence than yours - perhaps your husbands more violent approaches to earn respect actually worked.

"It certainly didn't sound like nothing."  You took a step towards the pair of them, "Why don't you tell us, or are you cowards?"  You knew taunting perhaps wouldn't work on Zapal, but Kordon was far easier to wind up.

"I am no coward."  He hissed, losing all filters, "You are just the Supreme Leader's whore, you don't deserve this position it should have been mine."  He growled, jabbing a slimy finger in your face.

Beside you Kylo was visibly seething, it was taking everything in his power to not decapitate this man right where he stood.

With one swift movement your fist swung around and powerfully connected with Kordon's face - and a sickening *crack* came from his nose.

Zapal's jaw hit the floor from where he stood watching, but yours and Kylo's expressions remained blank.

"I should let my husband put his Lightsaber through your chest-"  You began, Kylo almost looking offended that he wasn't allowed to kill this man, "-but I think a demotion would serve you both better."  A cunning smirk crossed your lips.

"Captain Zapal, you had best prepare yourself to be assigned a serial number because you're demoted to a Stormtrooper."  You looked at the man stood further from you, who was clearly too terrified to protest.  He simply nodded, multiple times.

"And as for you, Kordon."  You turned back to the man stood before you, his face now bloodied as he clutched his nose, "We've actually been looking for a new cleaner for our quarters, haven't we."  You looked over to Kylo, whose expression now looked at devious as your own, his anger disappearing.

"We have, my love.  I think it's an excellent idea."  He responded, "I'll have the transfers completed immediately."

"In the meantime I suggest you take your colleague to the Med Bay, Trooper.  And in future, have care how you speak about your superiors."  You addressed Zapal with a smirk.

Both men scurried away, Kordon looking less than happy but he was far too busy nursing his bloodied and broken nose to protest.

You turned to Kylo, who raised an eyebrow at you, smirking, "Y'know you could have just let me kill them."  He stepped forwards to pull you flush against his chest by your waist.

"Where would the fun in that be?  It's all over too quickly."  You replied, grinning up at him as your hands moved to rest on his chest.

"You're right, it looks like you didn't need my help."  He teased, and you silenced him with your lips for a few moments before pulling away just enough to speak.

"I'm sure you can help me make our new cleaner's life extra miserable."

"I can manage that."  This time he cut you off with another kiss.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren reader insert #requested

[millers-planet]

Changes - Inquis!Cal Kestis x Jedi!Reader: part three

Cal has always been successful at his job for the Empire, getting accurate intel from credible sources… Jedi. However, when he’s told to capture the rebel who has made a new appearance across the galaxy, will his reputation be upheld as an inquisitor or will she slip through his fingers as something else than the enemy? - part one - part two - full master list -

Warnings: Spoilers and language

Notes: This is a slow burn fic, and i mean really slow burn. Honestly i have an idea to make this almost a ‘choose your own ending’ kind of deal, like having a few ending storylines for people who like one over another. idk. right now i have up to 6 parts planned out and this one is the longest.

POV: Reader’s

The scorching pain from my side echoed throughout my body and nerves. First there was a wave of heat, then what felt like pins and needles, and then the feeling of knives being dragged across my whole body. I put my back against the wall of an ice cave and collapsed on the ground, “this feels nice,” I could only force a whisper out of me. The cold and staleness of the air was welcoming, I never thought i’d confess that.

“Beeeop?” Are you alright?

I managed to stifle a laugh for the small droid, “do I look alright?” He hopped of my shoulder and nudged me, almost like a dog. “BD, I can’t, do you have any stims?” The empty click from his robotic frame served as an answer.

“Beedop.” Let’s go. I just wanted to lay there on the ground, the cold floor was able to alleviate some pain. Nevertheless, i know i have to carry on, Cere is waiting for me.

Cere.

Is what Cal said true? She couldn’t do that, that’s impossible, why would she betray him like that? I’d have to ask her myself, I shouldn’t take his word for it. I saw a crack in the wall and dug my hand into it, pulling myself off the floor and using it as support when I was finally able to catch my balance. “You’re right BD, let’s get out of here while we still can.”

The small droid jumped onto me, careful to do it slowly to not agitate my already angered nerves. Opened elevator doors seemed like the perfect way out, i wouldn’t have to do a single thing other than sit there, i could address my injuries properly in there.

After walking for what felt like hours and climbing a few vines, i finally saw the Mantis come into view. It took long enough, it always feels like the way out is longer than the way in. The closer i got to the ship the heavier my feet felt, the more it felt like i was going to collapse, the more i wanted to go back to those ice caves. 

“Y/N, there you are,” i heard Cere shout from the ship, i couldn’t of been more than a few yards away before my knees gave out on me. “Y/N! Oh my- look at your side, what happened?”

She ran over to me before i fully fell, supporting me by wrapping her arms around me. Has she always been this strong? I swear her top does nothing for her muscles. 

“The Second Brother, that’s what happened.” I muttered to her, Cere’s foot hesitating as soon as i said that. “Oh, i guess i should call him Cal, he told me a little bit about you.”

She sat me down on the Mantis couch before grabbing some bandages. I pulled up the side of my poncho to reveal the deep injuries I was given, that’ll definitely leave a mark. “Y/N,” Cere started, “the empire captured me. They tortured me and said awful things to me. I cracked, I don’t know what made me, but a purge trooper standing over me with other surrounding us made me give it all away.”

Cere began cleaning the cauterized wound and helped wrapped bandages around my torso. “Next thing i know, Cal is called the Second Brother and Greez and i found you. You, Y/N, can help us undo what the empire did to him. I believe there is still good in him, I might have cut myself off from the Force, but there will always be that shred of light in him. It’s up to us, to you, to pull that out of him.”

I pulled my shirt down and looked at her sternly, “you should have told me.” I got up to walk away, to meditate and recollect myself only for Greez’s voice to interrupt my movements.

“We’re getting an encrypted message from Kashyyk.”

I ran over to the holotable and brought up the message as Greez began to take off. “Mari,” i smiled at the familiar face.

“Y/N, we found Tarfful and he is willing to meet you. But that’s not all, the empire overran our position at the refinery, Saw retreated off world, and some of us have joined the Wookiee fighters in the forests. Be careful.” She waved goodbye and i muttered a quick “you too” before the comms cut out.

Greez steadily landed the ship on Kashyyk as Cere and i both exchanged a “later” as i headed out of the ship and into the hanger where some fighters gave me the rendezvous point to meet with Mari. I hated Kashyyk, the way my boots were weighted down from mud building up and how the forest was alive. However, it’ll be worth it. I’ll find Tarfful and Mari, then, we’ll remain our lead with the Empire. Or, at least, I can try. 

I eventually made my way to the two of them and was told to climb the origin tree, i immediately got sick to my stomach, while heights aren’t that big of a deal when i’m up there, it’s the idea of doing it that makes me sick. I got up about halfway before an Imperial ship hovered above.

“What’s this? A Bracca scrap rat playing Jedi? I told the Grand Inquisitor you wouldn’t be stupid enough to show your face here again, especially after we wiped out that feeble resistance. Love it when i’m wrong.” The Ninth sister blew up the ground beneath me, next thing i know im going down a mud slide and in murky water.

After catching up to where i once was, encountering wreckage of the Ninth Sister’s ship and a dragon-like creature injured, i decided to investigate more. BD and i slowly made our way towards it, careful not spook it and speak low. I quickly pulled a piece out of the creature that was a remnant of the Sister’s ship.

“Is it giving us a ride?” BD chirped and agreeing sound and i climbed on hesitantly. While it soared through the air, everything seemed at peace, with Kashyyk seeming intact and the air feeling fresh. If only this feeling could last. As i hopped off the winged creature and walked forward, the pit of my stomach felt off and my abdomen grew tense. 

“I have a bad feeling about this.” I slowly made my way forward and dropped down off a ledge, getting a bit of nostalgia from earlier, only for it to intensify when the Ninth Sister came crashing in.

“I’m not here for the memories,” she ignited her red lightsaber, “so i’m going to make this quick.” Milliseconds before impact i ignited my own, the sabers just inches from my face. 

I knocked her back and was able to preform a series of unblocked attacks, but she didn’t even seem affected, was i out of my depth here? A glare she dug into me with her eyes gave me an answer to that question and i braced myself to parry her. I was able to deflect a few swings, but ended up being grazed a few times, nothing too serious.

“I thought you said you’d make this quick?” I mockingly asked, wanting to get on her nerves, i soon realized i was out of my range to ask this.

“You’re right, i did say that.” I saw the grip on her staff tighten and the other end of her saber ignite. Can i take what i said back please? 

A series of stronger blows were aimed at me, i got the first two but the last one knocked me off my feet, I could feel my wounds open back up. She dug her saber right into the side of me, i tried to knock her back but i wasn’t strong enough. “How’s this for quick?” The Ninth Sister pulled her arm back, ready to swing;

then everything went dark.

Part four - changes master list

#cal kestis #cal kestis x reader #inquisitor cal #cal kestis x y/n #cal x reader #star wars #jedi fallen order #cal kestis fluff #cal kestis angst

[punkscowardschampions]

Liam & Edie

Liam: [a picture of Rio with her eyes crossed out like 1. Miss you and 2. Guess who I just talked to]

Edie: ofc she did 😑

Edie: what’s the damage

Liam: 0 to us I deflected the - to Lexie

Liam: do you want her framed for jumpscaring herself or is there anyone else

Edie: That’s all she cared about?

Edie: Bitch

Liam: it just didn’t take no time to convince her we’re perfect for each other

Liam: bc we are

Edie: yeah we are 🥰

Edie: surprised she copped to anything of the sort though

Edie: clearly can’t resist being nice to you

Edie: Lexie needs to calm down

Edie: 🤔 I mean, be kinda fucking hilarious if everyone reckoned she was doing it to herself

Edie: but maybe I’ve been too mean already 🥺

Edie: what do you think?

Liam: I think it’s pretty close to showing everyone her true colours if we do, Lex has gotta have been talking to your sister about me, I could tell, she thought I was a dick before I talked her round

Edie: She wouldn’t be happy for me unless you were a total 🤓 with no dick

Edie: that’s just what she’s like, crazy

Edie: but also not a stretch to see Lexie being a gossipy cow, I’ve heard her on other people before so

Edie: why would I give a fuck if her life is ruined

Liam: she basically accused me of wanting to hit you up for one reason and then wanting to immediately dip, if she thinks that’s what I’m like that’s only coming from one person

Edie: She’s pathetic

Edie: it’s clearly her saying it because you didn’t sleep with her

Edie: it wouldn’t be hard to spoof some shit, make it look like her

Edie: and she has nothing to say it was me, or you like she thought, and it weren’t no one else so she’s fucked, basically

Liam: [send her some shit that you’ve already started to work on because you knew she’d agree with this plan and the bits of the Rio convo where you said you’d try and find out and made it sound like you thought it was her but obvs it couldn’t possibly be hehe]

Edie: You’re so smart

Edie: She deserves this, she was definitely bitching about you, you can tell from how hard Rih said she weren’t

Liam: don’t be upset with me, but I was thinking about how Lexie also deserves to see us together and you happy and I invited them both to your show

Liam: you did say you want your family to take your music seriously

Edie: I’m not mad

Edie: You invited Rih too so she isn’t going to think you’re trying to get back with her

Edie: and I get to rub that and the fact I’m talented in her face?

Edie: It’s a good idea, baby

Liam: still, if you wanna create me in game and spend your time testing out different murder options, I won’t be mad, I should’ve asked you if it was a good idea before saying yeah to having us all there

Edie: [an 8-bit Liam but obvs we’re making an 8-bit us to smooch him not murder him, a lil gif moment of this or whatever it would be]

Liam: you only want a play through where we 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻

Edie: that might make the thread 🤮 but idk if they’d be 😱

Liam: we’ll keep it off thread

Liam: [send her the floor plan to where your dad lives/holiday cottages so she can build it in sims like my boo would, live your dreams kids]

Edie: don’t need to make 50k nerds jealous, I get you

Edie: [just nerd out with that]

Edie: I’ll show you how generic the 👶 is

Edie: very rude

Liam: if the mods and cc don’t fix it, I’ll pretend I don’t 👀

Edie: the 👀 are already insane colours

Liam: no match for yours in real life

Edie: [pics forever]

Edie: [obviously also make your enemies to actually kill and send that]

Liam: if you sent it to Lexie nobody’d believe she created herself looking that accurate

Edie: harsh reality of a sim

Edie: the alpha CC does look like her facetune attempts, tbf

Liam: at least you can make her try to seduce the grim reaper instead of me

Edie: she’ll have ample opportunity to meet him

Edie: [all the dramatic deaths cut with her sim when they get hysterical]

Edie: I’m still mad at her

Edie: Rih blatantly thinking it was me too, not surprising but still 🖕

Edie: how’s it been today

Liam: only bc she knows how smart you are and most people who Lex hangs out with ain’t, I barely had to cover for you so she don’t really wanna think it

Edie: story of her life

Liam: how 😡 are you

Edie: it’s exhausting being mad at her, there’s nothing to do

Edie: people like Lexie, you can fuck with, or care even less than that

Liam: would it make you feel better to fuck with Lexie more

Edie: I wanna make you feel better more

Edie: you must be feeling as bored and crazy as me, if not more

Liam: if I could feel anything it’d be 💔 you’re not happy or here

Edie: is it worse

Edie: nothing

Edie: maybe that’s stupid

Edie: nothing seems preferable sometimes but only sometimes, which is maybe what takes it over feeling too much

Liam: it’s isolating, everyone expects me to feel too much, that’s acceptable, even years after

Edie: acceptance would be easier

Edie: you have me

Edie: no matter what

Edie: idc if no one else gets me, you do

Liam: I dunno what it says about people that they’d be happy if I was going round punching holes in walls but I know my ma would

Liam: she looks at me like she’s waiting for it, watching for a massive crack or something

Edie: they’ve got their reason, they want the reaction

Edie: then they can link a and b and ???

Edie: problem solved, not really

Edie: but they understand it and can wash their hands of you

Edie: that’s what they give a shit about

Liam: yeah

Edie: enough sympathy and hot meals dropped off and you’ll be ‘fixed’

Edie: you weren’t even the sick one

Liam: get enough hobbies, a part-time job, a girlfriend, move the fuck on

Edie: right

Edie: it’s so

Edie: I can’t think of the word

Liam: “she’d want you to be happy/have a life” no she fucking wouldn’t, she wanted it for herself

Edie: dead people get sainted

Edie: no room for who they actually were, better and worse

Liam: she’d hate me having any of those things just to rub in her face

Edie: what was she like, between being sick

Liam: I’ll show you

Edie: do you reckon she’d want you to remember what she’d want for you then, instead of how she was at the end

Edie: not to be like every other cunt about it

Edie: not that simple, or at all

Liam: she was a teenage girl, she’d probably want me to do more fitting in too until I’ve completed the coming of age shite milestones everyone else is, instead of telling other teenage girls from the internet how fucked up I am 😏

Edie: I think that might be a milestone so 👏

Edie: the bullshit of your sister not having her own life to live dealt with then, in this scenario

Edie: we have to find what you want

Edie: even if that’s not 🤵👧🐶🧒👰 with me

Edie: not gonna be Lexie about it, you know

Edie: I’ll still help you find it

Liam: I want you, not to be gay about it

Liam: to see where this is gonna go, how far I can take it before it ends

Edie: then let’s do it

Edie: what can I do today

Liam: what would you be doing if you could do anything

Edie: that’s the problem

Edie: I wanna be with you

Edie: but I don’t know what we’d do yet

Liam: I said I’d show you what my sister was like, the quickest way to do it is to act like nothing matters, your behaviour has no consequences

Liam: it’s not about me at all, only what you want, what’s gonna happen

Edie: and I can’t hurt you

Edie: because you don’t feel anything yet, yeah?

Liam: you can’t hurt me

Edie: you promise

Edie: do that and then we can do what I want

Liam: how do you want me to promise

Edie: 🤏🩸

Edie: mine is 📫

Liam: [brb father he’s gotta go draw some blood and put it into something she can wear as jewellery like Angelina Jolie and record the endeavour to send to the bae]

Edie: [that’s exactly what we gonna send, I know you can legit buy them so I’ll find a cool pic tah, his poor father so confusion]

Liam: [great minds boo]

Edie: kiss it better for me

Liam: [send her another video boy we’re in this deep]

Edie: god

Edie: okay, what do you do to relieve stress, let go and let off steam

Edie: do that

Liam: what do I do or what should you, bc I have an idea that I think would make you feel better about your sister

Edie: you can start by telling me what I should do because I’m intrigued

Liam: she said she’d lose it at Lexie if she did anything to you, if you lower your IQ by at least 100 you could have fun trashing her room but making it look like she did it herself to frame you, you’d have to wait til she was forced out with her family and bc there’s no check in or selfie proof everyone would just think they’re covering for her, but that’d be the only boring bit

Liam: your sister would feel bad for falling for it and believing you might be involved at all

Edie: I definitely don’t want to see her at mine ever again

Edie: I’ll do it

Edie: Bet she has a shrine to you

Liam: a curse would explain me being dead inside

Edie: she has no ✨

Edie: so whilst I’m ripping the heads off all her 🧸s

Edie: you’ve gotta do…

Liam: 🏊 the only thing there is to do

Edie: your da didn’t come prepared? 🔥🪓

Liam: he’d be prepared with a 🧯 more like but I don’t need his help 🔥🪓

Edie: you should see if anyone is around, like anywhere

Edie: see how easy it is to 👀 them without getting caught

Liam: it’s like you know me inside out

Edie: I do

Edie: I’ve got X-Ray 👀s

Liam: next time you miss me you can do an artistic rendering

Edie: of all your vital organs

Edie: not to kill the mystery and show myself up as a fake fan on the forums

Edie: but I think the outside view of you is a lot prettier 😳🥰

Liam: ok I’ll not send you any in the 📫

Edie: only the non-vitals, tah 😏

Liam: what’s left Alexis hasn’t got in her shrine

Edie: she 🥺 so hard you gave her your gallbladder

Liam: 10% risk of shitting myself side effects after it’s gone, 100% chance of that putting her off wanting to jump me, I’d do it

Edie: no need to do that now I’m here

Edie: no one is gonna wanna jump her when she’s outed as 😵🥴🤡

Liam: I’ll keep the scalpel sharp for lads who wanna get with you when they realise you’re 🤩🤓😎😇😈

Edie: I’m not complaining

Edie: I only want you around, ever

Liam: I’ll be going nowhere without you ever when I get back

Edie: Good

Edie: because I feel like

Edie: it’s like I’m doing so much to fill my time but I still just think about and miss you constantly

Liam: I’ll climb a tree and call you from the top

Edie: Describe your view the best you can

Edie: like I’m there too

Liam: facetime’ll make you feel like you are

Edie: not quite VR but I’ll take it

Edie: talking to you feels like our own 🪐 anyway

Liam: [do climb a tree and call her because what a mood just like you’re Elizabeth Allen]

Edie: [save that tree henny]

Liam: [do we wanna skip to his bday now or is there anything else you can think of that you wanna do while he’s still away?]

Edie: [hmm, we probably know the vibe, she’s busy with all the things they’re gonna continue when he’s back, also finding the first house they can break into and stay in, fucking with Lexie loads more]

Liam: [yeah and if we do think of anything specific later we can skip back it’s chill]

Edie: [let’s do it]

[eagesoldartblog]

@nemesis-is-my-middle-name

Congrats you set me off time to RAMBLE about this fucking au Bc I adore it

So small Cw: this is heavily based /inspired by madoka Magica, also demons! Idk, just felt like y’all should know that real quick- also, this has.. a sadder end :,)

So let’s start off!

Lewis pepper died in the cave, but rose soon after. Not because of him wanting to stay, nor wanting revenge. Infact, if he was left alone, he would have maybe returned as a ghost or simply passed on. But no, he’s awoken a few days later by a red spirit that resembles a cat, with hearts and a blank smile. Their name is Dellila! It explains that as Lewis died, he made a wish- to live again, to survive. So they granted it!

But, everything is at a cost, and Lewis is aware of this, he’s terrified at the thought because he can’t remember his wish. But Dellila reassures him, and explains the process of wish making.

Because of his wish, he was granted magical powers, and he now has one task to fulfill in order to have his wish fully granted. In order for his life to be returned to him, and be allowed to walk to earth as a human again, he must make use of his new power...

And get revenge.

Lewis is horrified by this, because they explain clearly. He has to confront his killer, take his life in order to regain his. And immediately, Lewis makes a plan that he keeps to himself. He doesn’t want revenge, if he can, he wants to find Arthur and learn why. Surely there’s a reason..! It must have been an accident! ... Arthur wasnt lying this whole time... was he?

Dellila doesn’t give him time to think about it, instead, they make him get up and explain why they grant these wishes. While yes- it is to fulfill a certain wish- the world is full of evil spirits and malicious specters that harm humans and spread evil. Lewis’s job for now, is to deal with any spirit that comes close, and obliterate them.

They help him transform for the first time, and show him how he can utilize his abilities to their full extent. How to summon weapons, how to create a pocket dimension around him (referred to as a  labyrinth and FULL of symbolism just wait), and how to transform into his magical form. Lewis goes through with it-

And he discovers very quickly how painful it is. Having strands of gold silk wrap around his limbs and burst into roses and gold flecks. His hair begins to resemble a rose, he takes on a uniform that is beautiful and elegant. And Lewis can’t stop himself from crying while doing so. It hurts. It feels wrong. But it doesn’t stop, and he forms his first labrynth. It’s an oddly shamed dome of stained glass, filled and layered with rose bushes, piano keys, violin strings. Giant knives and spikes and pillars that you would find in a temple rather than in this surreal place. To make it all the more creepy, the dome itself seems to resemble a rib cage, with stage curtains draping from it, and in the very center? A golden chandelier that one could only assume is the heart.

Last but not least, Dellila helps him form his special anchor. Something that contains his soul, a link to keep him grounded and help him control his powers. Under no circumstances should it be destroyed, nor should any spirit touch it- lest the damage it takes on will be inflicted on him.

He gets used to it though, and he sets off on dealing with any spirit he comes across- fighting against the empathy he feels because he doesn’t believe that the spirits are truly evil. Most of them run from him, and the few who do fight only do so when he provoked them. But time and time again, Lewis attacks, he fights, he wins...

And Dellila eats the remnants of those spirits. Encouraging him to keep going. He’s cleansing the world with every fight.

They wouldn’t lie to you, Lewis, remember that.

But on the other hand, some others are noticing what’s happening. Mystery and Vivi - Vivi who is herself a powerful yokai, made of ice- recognize the labrynth, they see the magical spirit fighting, and they know what’s happened. The demon of the cave captured another.

Because you see- there wasn’t just one demon in the cave they explored, the two knew this, and the wanted Arthur and Lewis to stay away and let them handle it. But they were foolish and tagged along anyway.

Now Arthur has no arm, and Lewis is dead. The green demon, who takes the form of fog and crawls onto the recesses of your mind to torment and torture you until you give in. And the red demon, who claims lives by feeding hope to their collective victim.

This isn’t the first time that the two yokai dealt with them, no... Vivi’s old friend was named Dellila, and she knows just how twisted it is for the bastard to take her friends name.

Lewis is in danger, and they have to save him, but they have to do it alone. Arthur can’t come. They tell him. Vivi makes sure he knows.

But Arthur doesn’t want them going on their own, he wants to save Lewis too! :)

Meanwhile, Vivi and Mystery are hunting the labrynth down. It isn’t hard, since Lewis’s attacks are near brutal and dramtic, and it’s easy to infiltrate. Instead of facing Lewis head on though? They try to sneak past him, to find his anchor. To find whats linking him to Dellila.

And Arthur is following behind, getting lost in the labrynth, but pushing through the curtains and bushes and searching for his friends-

And Arthur, the unluckiest man in the world, finds Lewis. At first Lewis doesn’t even notice him, exhausted after battling a wraith, but when Arthur calls out, Lewis is shocked, relieved! And for a moment, Lewis smiles and tries to leap down from the heart of the labrynth to hug his friend-

But before he could even mutter Arthurs name. Something changes. The gold and purples suddenly shift. The rose bushes become thorns, the giant knives sticking high above the ground become spikes- stalagmites! Fire begins to grow, and he’s trapped in the arena. Lewis’s smile is gone. His eyes, a deep, unforgiving red.

Dellila never told him, but Lewis never had a choice in how he would confront his killer.

Arthur gets to watch as the labrynth shifts and turns all on him, as weapons appear in Lewis’s hand, drawn and aimed directly at him-

But before Lewis could try to strike- he’s stopped by the love of his life, and her dog. And a battle breaks out. Lewis exploding with fire and sending out deadbeat minions to wound and harm them, only for Vivi and mystery to deflect the attacks expertly.

Of course, Lewis is still powerful, and he can’t control the anger he feels as he tries to slash into Vivi- who is betraying him-!

Only for a sharp set of teeth to snap down on his anchor- and forcing Lewis to the ground. Mystery didn’t want to, but he has Lewis’s anchor tightly clenched in his jaw, and the resulting wounds cover Lewis entirely until he’s screaming and crying. It’s unbearable.

Meanwhile, Arthur can only watch. Watch as his friends tear themselves apart... watches as frost bites at the golden anchor and Lewis’s body freezes from shock- before his body seems to disintergrate into rose petals, and mystery lets him go. Sorrowful. Vivi and him have yet to noticed Arthur, but they know he’s there. That’s not what’s important right now-! They have to get the anchor with the dormant Lewis and leave-!

But sooner or later, Dellila has to come out. With smiles and hearts and a cheery, happy grin.

And their expression doesn’t change as they snatch the anchor before Vivi or msytery could stop them,

And they smash it. Swallowing the soul that seeps out. Thanking and condemning Arthur aloud for his contributions- his friend is now really gone! And it’s all his fault~

Now the question is, what happens from here?

Because when mystery and Vivi turn to grab Arthur and get out, Arthur has vanished. They don’t know where he is.

They can only fear the worst. And hope that those horrible demons don’t take on a new face

#au #magical girl au #uhhhhh so #tell me what you think!! #it was cooler in my head I just can’t WRITE -

[mycandylovefanatics]

Muted Desires

Word count: 2k

Genre: Angst?? Maybe idk lmao

Warnings: Very, very mild NSFW at the end. Nothing you have to hide in your bedroom to read

This is based off of episode 4 of MCL University Life. I wasn’t happy with the way the game portrays his attitude towards us, and our candy just sitting there and taking it. I wanted to add a little more... idk detail to it and why he reacts the way he did? I also wanted to see this from his perspective. Anyways this is my first full oneshot that I’ve written in YEARS so please don’t judge, and feedback is always much appreciated <3

FYI:I do NOT normally do these so don’t request them, if you thought i took forever to get headcanons out then...

Also BIG thanks to my friend @mdme-sora for helping me with the title and being grammar police for me lololol love you girl! 

Castiel plays the first few notes of the band’s opening song. He can hear the screams and shouts from behind the curtain as he drags his fingers over the strings of his guitar. The volume from the amp causes his ears to ring just a bit, but after performing so many times he’s used to it. He continues the same tune while the other members of the band join in, one by one until the different rhythms form into one. The screams get more impatient as they wait for the band to reveal themselves, but more specifically, him to reveal himself. The other instruments become silent as he plays the last few notes and the curtain finally rises. A moment of silence, and the crowd is silent with them, until he finally turns around to face the jam packed bar room. He steps up to the mic and introduces the band, not that the introduction was much needed in the first place. The crowd erupts into another fit of screams and cheers as the band starts singing the lyrics to one of their most well known songs. The crowd begins to sing along and dance to the beat, putting a faint smile on his face, unnoticeable by most people. He starts to walk around the small space on the stage  and soon enough, Castiel finds himself slipping into that familiar trance that he always fades into whenever he performs. He drowns himself in his music, scanning the crowd but not actually taking them in, not actually seeing them. Nothing can break his focus-

Until his eyes land on you. He can feel his eyes widen and his heart begins to thump so hard he swears it might rip out from his chest. His breathing hitches and he almost fumbles the next line of lyrics, before he catches himself. Your eyes meet, but only for a split second as he forces himself to look away and regain his composure, focusing on a group of squealing girls directly in front of him. Why were you here? When did you get back? Had you been back for long? So many questions run through his mind at one time.  The room is suddenly way too warm, his mouth is way too dry and he would want nothing more than a cold glass of water. Scratch that, an ice cold glass of beer. Luckily for him, the current song does not require him to have his hands occupied with his guitar. He takes off his jacket and tosses it to the side of the stage, hoping to alleviate some of the heat but nothing comes of it. It takes every bone in his body to not look at you again. Part of him questions whether or not that was actually you, but he knows. He would recognize those eyes in a sea of people any day.

Suddenly he finds himself wanting this concert to be over sooner than later, and it seems like forever until the final note to the last song of the night plays out. He says his normal ‘goodbye and thank you’ speech while his eyes scan the room for you. He catches a glimpse of your head walking towards the bathroom. The line is long, he notices with relief, which should give him plenty of time to have a quick chat with his band mates and mentally prepare himself to talk to you. He tries to remember the last time you two had spoken. What was it, four years ago now? You guys had kept in touch for a few weeks after you broke up, but eventually you both knew that you couldn’t keep going like that. The daily texts turned into weekly, the weekly turned into monthly and then soon enough, the monthly turned into…never. He feels his heart ache at the memory, but pushes the feeling away almost immediately. It’s been four years, why is he still wallowing in his feelings? Surely you didn’t feel anything for him anymore, so whatever feelings he did have were pointless. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself. 

He’s talking to his band mate, Devin, when he notices you’ve come out of the bathroom. You’re making your way to the bar, and Castiel cuts his conversation short. “Hey, I’m gonna stay back and talk to an...old friend for a bit, I’ll catch you guys later.” Before Devin can respond, he’s walking off towards you. You’re pushing your way through, almost to the bar when he grabs your wrist, keeping his grip firm to keep you from going any further. You turn around with wide eyes, clearly not expecting him to be the one grabbing you. His heart starts beating again, but he forces his nerves back down and looks you in the eye. “Hi,” he says. That’s it. He wants to slap himself for it, but then again what else CAN he say? 

You’re at a loss for words but force out a hesitant “Hel... Hello.”

“I didn’t know you were back in town, you didn’t tell me,” he says.

Your eyebrows raise up at this. “I haven’t had the chance to… And besides-”

He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence and before he can even stop himself. “No need to make excuses.” He says it a little more coldly than he means to. Or maybe he does mean to, he’s not sure. You start saying something but he cuts you off, again surprised by the sudden brashness in his tone. “So you show up to one of my concerts without saying anything and you didn’t think I’d notice?”

“What? No, it’s not that at all, I just-”

“I noticed you in the crowd during the concert,” he says. You look shocked that he noticed you in the first place, he smirks a bit. “I know there were a million people here tonight but you don’t blend in very well when I’ve known your face for years.” 

You’re about to say something when a group of fan girls suddenly surrounds you. He can see the mixture of annoyance and amazement on your face, and he lightly grabs your wrist again. The feeling of your smooth skin makes his breathing hitch for a second. 

“Let’s go somewhere a little less crowded.” You let him pull you towards the back of the bar, into a small broom closet. He left the door slightly cracked to allow air to flow in. People were passing by, employees, but they didn’t notice the two of you standing in there.

You looked at him for a moment, as if you were taking in the way his face had changed over the years. And it had, his jaw was more defined, his eyes seemed more intense. You felt a small wave of nostalgia though, as you realized his hair had stayed the exact same length and color from when you’d last seen him. When you first met him. You smiled up at him. 

“I’m glad to be seeing you again, it’s been a while.” 

He scoffs, “Glad to see me but didn’t bother telling me you were back in the first place.” 

Your smile falters at this, and for a split second he feels bad. He doesn’t want to make you feel guilty yet for some reason he can’t stop his bottled up anger from spilling out. He isn’t expecting you to respond with the same snappiness, though. 

“And what the hell was I supposed to say? We haven’t spoken in four years but yeah, it would have been totally not weird for me to suddenly get back in touch overnight only to say ���Hey, I’m back in town’?” You roll your eyes and continue, “Especially after the way we left things, you KNOW it’s not that simple.”

His chest tightens at your response. He knows all too well that you’re right, but he doesn’t want to admit that. He just looks at you with that same glare he would give you whenever he was pissed off.

 “You’re right actually, you’re the one who left. I guess you wouldn’t be coming back for me.” He desperately wants to tell himself to just shut the hell up, to just stop talking but he doesn’t.

“Is that what you wanted? Me to come back for you?” You ask. He knows your question is well placed, but he tries to deflect it.

“Pfft, seriously? You leave for years and then waltz back in here expecting me to be available just like that? Waiting nice and sweet for you?” He knows he’s stretching your words but he does this because he knows deep down, you’re right again. Maybe he did want you to come back for him, maybe he did want you to say how much you’d missed him. 

“That's not what I meant and you know it,” you say. And he does know it.

“Hm, okay little girl…” His heart thumps as the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them. He plays it off like he means nothing by it, but he can’t deny the warm, yet painful feeling he gets when he remembers the way he used to call you that when you were together. He takes a deep breath and gives you his signature smirk. “How about we wipe the slate clean and start over?”

You nod your head and quickly change the topic. “Well, looks like your music is really taking off. I never imagined you’d be so famous that we’d have to hide just to have a normal conversation.”

He looks off to the side. “Yeah, that’s one of the many costs for fame. But, this is our hometown, where we got started so we’re more well known here. It’s not like this everywhere.”

You notice he seems to be uncomfortable with the topic so you change it again. “Well either way, you sounded great up there. You’ve definitely come a long way since we were in highschool.” He laughs, a real laugh this time, “I would hope so! I was only just getting started back then, and now I’m actually seeing how things are done. It helps to have some pretty good band mates as well.” You smile, he seems to be really happy with how far he’s come. You knew it had been his dream, and seeing it come true for him made you proud. 

While you were glad to be conversing with your old friend, or maybe lover is a better word, you remembered that Chani was waiting for you, and you glanced towards the door. He notices how you look a bit anxious. 

“If you’re bored just say so.”

Your eyes snap back at him, eyebrows raised again. “N-no it’s not that, it’s just, I came here with someone.”

His heart clenches again, and he can’t stop himself from asking. “Are you on a date?” The question is none of his business, he knows that. But he wants to know anyway. 

“Oh, no definitely not,” you are sure why you put emphasis on ‘definitely’. “I’m here with a friend from school, her name is Chani.” He feels relief in his chest, and peeks through the door. He wants to keep you here, wants to keep talking to you. But he feels like he’s about to explode, and it’s suddenly way too hot again. He ends the conversation.

“Well, looks like the crowd has died down. I’m going to go get a drink, I could really go for a beer right now. I’ll see you around.”

And with that he leaves you in the closet by yourself. He walks to the bar and sits on one of the stools, immediately getting attention from a few girls still lounging in the bar. He orders his choice of beer, chugging it as soon as it’s in his hands. Normally he’d be packing up his equipment and getting into bed as soon as possible, but tonight he knew he was gonna need more than a good night’s sleep to process what had just happened. 

He entertains the blonde woman by his side, who is trailing her finger up and down his arm, tracing his tattoos. She was saying something about his performance, no doubt saying something about how good he looked up on stage. He had heard it all before, but that’s not why he was zoned out. His gaze shifts past the blonde’s head, and sees you walking towards the exit, Chani, he assumed, by your side. It was as if you could feel his eyes boring into your back because just as you were about to walk through the door, you stopped and turned. Your eyes met once more that night. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, though he desperately wished he could. Your eyes stayed locked like that for what felt like eternity, before you continued your way out the door once your friend got your attention again. As per request, the bartender gave him another beer bottle. And another, and another. The woman on his arm luckily, doesn’t notice how he’s not listening to a word she’s saying. His clouded mind is focused on you and you alone. How much you’d changed, how you looked so different but still the same. The way your voice still went up a pitch when you got irritated. How your eyes would crinkle whenever you’d laugh. The way that no matter how many people were in a room, his eyes would always find you. Just like they did tonight.

 He downs his last beer as if it were water, and stands up from the bar. He drapes an arm around the woman, who he can’t for the life of him remember her name, or if she had even told him what it was in the first place. He leans against her and whispers in her ear, “Why don’t we go back to my place?” And without hesitation, she accepts. They stroll out of the bar together and walk back to his place, as it’s only a few blocks away. He hurriedly opens the door and pushes her through it, kissing her in a slightly drunken haze, not waiting a second to start discarding articles of clothing. He can feel her touching him, he can feel his hot skin melting with hers, and he feels good. But as he’s running his hands up and down the curves of her body, sucking and licking on her neck while she pants in his ear, he can’t help but to wish it were you instead.

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[daphne-fandom-writing]

Turn

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Canon-typical violence. 

Request:  Hi I love your blog.Maybe a senator reader and sith obi wan.Like the reader finds out and confronts him about it.Then idk about ending you can choose. By @starwarsprequelfangirl​

Genre: Angst

A/N: The cursive part is a memory/flashback of Obi-Wan. Also I had no idea where this story would bring me and I like where it went. Had a lot of fun writing it, gave me something to focus on other than my cold. I hope you like it too!!

(gif from google, couldn’t find a Ewan Obi-Wan one for this story so a Clone wars gif it is.)

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Senators from every planet in the Republic were cheering and shouting all around you. Cheering for the chancellor, the emperor. Shouting profanities about the Jedi, the people that have kept them safe for decades. Not you, no. You were loyal to them, to him. You couldn’t believe the jedi, and with them Obi-Wan, would betray the republic like this. 

Obi-Wan, you needed to find him, see if he’s safe. You made your way from the repulsorpod you were on and speedily walked the halls of the senate dome. The halls were emptier than they ever were. People were most likely running or celebrating. You were doing neither of those things. 

When you got outside your speeder was waiting for you there. You needed to get to your apartment to contact Obi-Wan. Luckily the Senate Apartment Complex wasn’t too far and you arrived at your quarters relatively fast. You had to get your comlink, which was somewhere in your room. You opened every drawer and looked under every pillow in your room until you found it, but you didn’t need it anymore. 

“Y/N” You dropped the comlink to the floor when you heard that voice. You turned around and looked at the familiar face. But something was off about him. It was his eyes; they were not as light as they used to be. The ocean blue eyes held a darkness in them that you hadn’t seen before. His robes had a few scorch marks and were torn. Something had happened to him. You made your way over to him and put your hands on his cheeks. Your forehead rested against his as you looked into his eyes. The darkness you had seen was not just that, there were specks among the blue that almost looked… yellow? 

“What happened?” You whispered to him. You could feel something was off, this was not the Obi-Wan you’ve come to know and love. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you thought. He couldn’t- he couldn’t have fallen, could he? 

Obi-Wan’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “Nothing for you to worry about darling. Better yet, just a little longer and you never have to worry about anything anymore.” His voice was as smooth as ever, no different than before. The smile on his face though, that was different. Yes, he looked happy and suave, but there was a sadness to it. He was sad and if you dare say it, scared even. 

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything.” He turned, looking out over Coruscant through your windows. “I’m sure.” He looked deep in thought. Almost as if he was remembering something. 

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Obi-Wan wasn’t alright. 

He had come with master Windu to confront Chancellor Palpatine. Something that seemed so obvious and easy. It was anything but. Palpat- Sidious was stronger than they thought. They gravely underestimated him. But, even with all that power he harnessed, master Windu had overpowered him. 

In one last attempt to save his own skin, Sidious had tried to electrocute master Windu with his force lightning. Mace could deflect it but Obi-Wan had to step in to kill the sith lord. Which he would do with a pleasure. He was indeed too dangerous to be kept alive. 

As Obi-Wan stepped forward to execute the sith lord he began talking. He talked about you. How he knew that Obi-Wan and you had a relationship. 

“She is pretty, it would be shameful if something were to happen to her.” The sith lord started laughing. Something started firing up inside Obi-Wan. It was anger, he was angry at the sith lord for bringing you into this, but he was also scared for your safety. 

“Fear is the path to the dark side” He could hear master Yoda say it, but he couldn’t help to be afraid. 

“What have you done to her!” He heard himself yell over the sound of lightning. Sidious started laughing even more. 

“Nothing yet. But if I die, she will too.” Obi-Wan shared a glance at Mace. He was barely holding on when the lightning suddenly stopped. The sith lord looked weak, as close to death as anyone could be. Master Windu suddenly spoke up. 

“Obi-Wan, remember your training. Let go of what you fear to lose. Winning this was is more important than anything. We have to stop him.” But it was too late for Obi-Wan. He was too attached to you, he could never let you go, not anymore. Which is why he made the worst, but also best, decision of his life. 

Mace was about to strike Sidious down, but the blow never made it to his body. Before master Windu was halfway down his lightsaber, together with his hand, fell to the floor. He screamed out in agony, Obi-Wan didn’t dare to look. The screams ended when a surge of lighting passed, Windu was nowhere to be seen when Obi-Wan looked up again. 

Sidious had gotten up again and stood before Obi-Wan. 

“You will be my new apprentice if your want Senator L/N to live.” Obi-Wan was ashamed but he would do anything to save you. So, he nodded. Sidious gave him his first mission; Kill all the jedi in the temple. Afterwards he was to leave for Mustafar to kill the separatist leaders. 

And kill the jedi he did. But after that he had to see you again. See if you were okay. 

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“Obi-Wan, have you- did you turn to the dark side?” You needed to know. 

Obi-Wan was pulled out of his memories when you asked this. He knew you would find out sooner rather than later. You knew him too well. You knew him better than he knew himself. So, he looked down, scared of what you were going to think of him. “Yes.” It was barely audible, but you caught it. 

You took a step back. “Why?” Obi-Wan looked at you, the yellow specks in his eyes now making sense to you. His eyes were glazed over with tears that he did not want to spill. You knew right then and there that there was still light in him. This was not his choice. 

“I wish I could tell you dear. But I can’t.” He tentatively took a few steps toward you, afraid you would reject him, fear him. But you stayed put. If you were to bring the light back, you had to trust him. He smiled, a vulnerable and small smile, and kissed you. The kiss was soft but deep. It said nothing but a thousand things at the same time. It felt like a goodbye, he felt like it was. 

When he broke the kiss, he kept his eyes closed. He connected your foreheads again. “I have to leave. Goodbye.” He pecked your lips again and turned around. You had to do something, you couldn’t just let him leave like this. He needed someone by his side that looked out for him, wanted the best for him. And most importantly, believed in his light side. 

“Wait!” He stopped walking. You stepped in front of him. “Take me with you.” His eyes widened, yes, he had thought about it but he never expected you to actually say the words he needed you to say. “I want to be with you Obi-Wan. Dark side or not.” 

Obi-Wan let out a sigh of relief. “Alright.” He took your hand. “I love you.” You brought his hand up to kiss it. “I love you too.” 

You only hoped that he loved you enough to hold on to the light that was still inside. You would stop at nothing to bring Obi-Wan, your Obi-Wan, back.  

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