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violetlunette · 5 months
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Twst SPoilers!
“Honest” Fellow: Golly, Gee! I’ve learned my lesson about forgoing schooling! And I’m so inspired by you that I’ll become a teacher! To education! NCR Students shrugging off rigor mortis puppetation: To education! Yuu: To jail! *Slaps cuffs on Fellow* You kidnapper and human trafficker! By god, you’re getting the chair!
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down-thedrain · 2 years
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oh i remembered why i make so many aus.. its because when i think about canon my squirrel brain makes so many theories it one shot kills me. there's canon tmc which makes me insane and then there's fanon tmc which i am normal about. and then i see canon and lose it
dude canon tmc........... idk how to explain it but as much as i like seeing this world of utter despair it's also a little tiring cuz you know there's only one way this can end and it's like. man. it just sucks cuz i want them to be happy for at least a little bit because it makes the intense despair feel impactful but like. if it's just a never-ending stream of misery it kinda gets to the point where it's like. oh. the same as always. does that make sense
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mikobeautifulheart · 21 days
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Taken
Geto takes you back, whether you wanted to be or not.
TW: Kidnaping...that's it. oh and very very little editing.
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"Suguru, I can't go with you."
"Why not?" He asked, the fact that he was genuinely puzzled by your reply took you aback.
"What you did...killing that entire village isn't how you fix the world." You said with wide eyes.
You didn't know how to feel, its almost like he had lost it, like there was nothing wrong with murdering innocent people. Was it anger? Shock? Out of all the people to turn on you, Suguru?
"Y/n you don't understand, the sooner we get rid of all those monkeys the faster we can have the life we want, the life we deserve." He said, eye brows furrowed in frustration.
Couldn't you see? All those nights you spent together about your future, all the times you told him how much you waited for the day all the curses disappeared; the opportunity was right there Infront of you, so why wouldn't you just take it.
"I know I want a curse free world but we can't be free if we have that much blood on our hands. Were supposed to protect people who can't protect themselves, You know that!" You said taking a step back just looking at Geto's face.
His eyes sunken and the last of his hope died in that moment.
"Oh come on y/n, wake up! We have a chance to finally have the life WE want. WHY won't you just take it." He said now showing how much he had changed.
The Geto you knew was gentle and kind. He had patience and wanted to change the world. But not like this.
"I'm sorry Suguru I can't, I don't know who you are anymore..." You said.
"No, y/n please you have to see-" He stretched one arm out gripping your shoulder before you could move away.
"Suguru let go." You said.
"You just need to see the truth, if we just kill them all we can be free." He said grabbing your wrist with his other hand.
"No, Suguru I don't want to do this- Let go." You said trying to pull yourself free, but you knew it was no use because of how strong he was.
"Let go Suguru, she said she doesn't want to go"
You felt a broad chest pressed against your back taking Geto's hand off of your shoulder.
You look up to see Gojo eyeing Geto.
"You guys are sick, one day you'll see, I'll fix the world and we can all be happy again. Until then don't get in my way or I'll kill you." Geto said letting go of your wrist roughly and walking off into the crowd.
Gojo's arm was lifted in front of you and you saw that he was going to hollow purple him.
"Please don't kill him Satoru. He's just..." You felt the tears prick the corners of your eyes.
"I-I can't do it." He said putting his arm down in defeat.
"I'll never be able to kill him."
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It had been years since you've seen Geto, it was hard to not think about him from time to time but you got used to it. Some nights you just lied awake thinking about ways you could have made him stay or what it would have been like if Gojo didn't step in.
Sure it was sad but over time you started to let go, you became a teacher at Jujutsu tech and you still went on missions. You had an amazing class with students who adored you. Great Co workers, Shoko got her own clinic in the school, Gojo was a teacher to and on the rare occasion you would still see Nanami too. Life wasn't bad. Not at all.
"Y/N we need you to stay at Jujutsu tech and help out the first years." Yaga said as he explained everybody's rolls.
You just came back from an overseas mission after an emergency call.
"What's going on? Are they all in danger?" You asked. Just arriving you were tiered and knew nothing about this mission.
"It doesn't matter right now, we need you to protect the first years, especially that Okkotsu kid, okay?"
You sighed, no one was going to tell you anything.
Meanwhile in a class room far from the meeting.
"Everybody, you can't tell Y/n anything about this okay? As far as she know there's an unknown and unidentified threat that is after you guys, lets keep it that way." Gojo said standing near the door as if he were about to go to war.
There was going to be a load of questions until you suddenly opened the door, almost bumping into Gojo.
"What's going on?" You said looking up at Gojo and then at all the students sitting at their desks.
"There's some sort of unidentified threat, we don't know if its a curse or a sorcerer yet. I have to go search for the source, in the meantime you need to look out for theses guys." Gojo said pointing at the students.
"Uh- okay..." there was defiantly something he wasn't telling you but due to the gravity of the situation you left it until another time.
Gojo left and it was just you and your students.
"So? What's he not telling me." You said sternly looking at your students.
"Well we know Gojo sensei is off to kill the source..." Panda said hoping it would put you at a little more easy.
"And?"
"Tuna"
"No, I want to know, what's the source or cause of this threat because I don't get urgent calls overseas when there's a special grade here and every other sorcerer in the area."
"The white haired idiot said we can't say." Maki said, legs over her desk with her arms crossed.
"We don't know why though..." Yuta said.
"Why? I wouldn't know either."
"Maybe because he was afraid you would find out about me" A low voice said as the class room door slid open.
There he was standing in the door way just smiling. Geto was taller now, you could tell he had grown into an adult and this wasn't just a game anymore.
"Sugu-Geto" You said eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Awwww don't give me the cold shoulder now y/n." He said with a smirk walking into the class room and closing the door behind him.
"Don't go near my students. If you so much as put a scratch on them i'll-"
"Relax, i'm not really here for them. I'm here to tell you my offer still stands y/n, join me. Come back and we can fix the world."
All the first years stood up and had their weapons up as you took a step back from him.
"I told you before, I don't want to fix the world your way." You hissed as you felt the cursed energy in the room grow stronger.
"Everybody leave the room, I'll take care of this" You said, eyes not leaving Geto.
"We can't, Gojo sensei told us not to." Yuta said.
You turn your head to them, they really were everything to you, maybe the only ones that cared for you at this point.
You looked at all of them one last time before you just smiled at them.
"I'll be alright." You said before you remember just blacking out.
Your eyes slowly opened, you felt something soft under you and a warm light. The more you blinked the clearer the setting became, you slowly came to realise that this was not a room you were familiar with, it defiantly wasn't your room or Shoko's clinic.
You sat up but the pain going to your head made you lie back down. What the hell happened?
"Good morning- or afternoon really, you must have been working real hard to be that tired" a voice said making your head turn toward the direction.
You saw Geto sitting in a chair just looking at you, waiting for something.
"Am I dead?" You groaned as you tried to put the pillow over your head to stop the light burn your eyes.
"No, your just facing the side affects of my curse." He said leaning forward closer to your face.
"Wh-What?" You groaned pulling yourself against the bed frame.
"Where am I Geto." You said almost slumping forward.
"So you really didn't hear anything. After you left your students with those reassuring words I brought you back to my estate. Your sick y/n. You don't know how bad this world is, I know you don't want to but we have to kill all those monkeys." He said.
"So you...you kidnapped me? That's you solution? You didn't touch my students did you, you better not have or I swear to God I'll-"
"You don't know what your doing y/n" He sighed as he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Remeber old times when we would talk in eachotheres dorm and you'd play with my hair and I'd lay on your chest. What happend to those times?" He asked looking straight at you.
"You killed people Suguru, out of everybody YOU killed people" you said emotionless.
He leaned in closer to you nearly meeting your face but when you tried to pull away your body wouldn't move.
His lips practically hovered over yours at this point, you felt so helpless, so trapped all you could do was sit there and take it. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt a single hot tear rub down your cheek.
His breath hitched as he paused.
"But that's you see me as. A killer. Dont worry I won't do anything until you are back to yourself again." He said pulling away letting the cold air go through.
"After all your leg is chained to the bed so your not going anywhere for a long time." He got up and left out of a door that you just noticed.
You sat there in silence. All you could do was sit there in silence and let the tears fall. The Suguru you knew was gone, in his place was a selfish kidnapper who couldn't take no for an answer.
"Curse you Suguru" you muttered tightening your fists asylum finally felt the metal chain around your right ankle.
THANK YOU FOR READING ♡
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AUTHOURS NOTE: I uh... This is so random but my request are like down to 2 and I want more to write so... You know... Request? Plz.
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kissesforsatoru · 1 year
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Can I ask for some headcanons for Yan!Bonten!Mikey with a former childhood sweetheart darling? Maybe they used to be inseparable/in love with each other as kids before the darling had to move away to the US when they were 8 and now so many years later they arrive back in Japan on a bussiness trip.
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pairing : bonten!mikey x reader
summary : yan!bonten!mikey meeting his childhood sweetheart again
⤷ warnings : general yandere themes, implied kidnapping, briefly mentioned murder
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– mikey takes his friends and family very seriously—their safety and happiness were the only reason he disbanded toman and moved on without them. he knew that if he kept them around then they would get hurt one way or another, which was the last thing he wanted.
– with every loss that he had he's learned to move on in his own way. some losses took him longer than others to get over, but still he moved on, nonetheless. but with you, he couldn't quite get you out of his head no matter how much time had passed, and quite frankly, it was annoying.
– he didn't like seeing your innocent smiling face flash through his mind whenever he would be shooting a traitor—vermin that needed to be disposed of. he didn't like spacing out during meetings to reminisce the time he spent with you when he was young, where he would blindly follow you around like a lost puppy. he was quite smitten back then, he will admit, but things are different now. he should let you go like he did everyone else.
– the only thing that mikey had going for him was the fact that you left on your own, long before he even formed toman, let alone kanto manji or bonten. he couldn't interfere with your life if you weren't even around. he doesn't have to worry about running into you either since he doesn't even know what you look like now, and it was safe to assume you didn't know what he looks like either. mikey would even go so far as to say that you probably don't remember him. the two of you were only friends for a small fraction of your lives when you were really young, and lots of people forget their childhoods so it's not farfetched. you don't know him; he doesn't know you.
– mikey ignores the fact that he could easily change that with just a simple order—he can get your pictures, your occupation, your friends, family, past lovers, whatever he wanted, really. every single record of yours could be in his possession within a matter of hours if he so wished, but he doesn't. you're just some person from his childhood, a random civilian to him now, at best; he has no reason to be digging around in your life.
– then everything got fucked up on one random tuesday afternoon. almost like fate, you ran into him—literally. you, absentminded as ever, weren't looking where you were going, and you ran into him. from the corner of his eye, he could see sanzu pull out his gun and point it towards the person sprawled out over himself, waiting for the order to shoot, but that order never came. whatever nonsense he told himself about not being able to recognize you had been a boldfaced lie, since he recognized you immediately. there was no questioning it, or second guessing himself, he knew that you were you.
– your sweet, sweet voice that used to lull him into a state of absolute serenity was now much more mature, but still it quelled his inner darkness just the same. his body relaxed against you, and against his better judgment, he wrapped an arm around your struggling body, pulling you closer to him.
– before he was okay with not knowing you. he didn't feel the need to pry or keep tabs on you but having the smallest taste of you again left him addicted. he needs you. he needs to know you, to have you, to own you. you make him feel sane, which is a feeling he can't just let slip through his fingers with the kind of life he lives. without you he might just go on a rampage—kill everyone and everything in sight cause he's just so peeved to not have you around. for the sake of not just himself but his organization and all of tokyo he cannot let you go; he won't let you go.
– now that you've unfortunately stumbled into his world of darkness, you can’t escape. he'll have you no matter what.
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matan4il · 5 months
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To the Nonnie who wrote me about the Bedouins and Druze in Israel... Sorry it's taken me a moment to reply.
It's a bit difficult for me to figure out how to answer you, because I do believe you that your thoughts are shaped by good intentions. But you know the saying, right? The road to hell is paved with them.
And that's not just a saying. It means that people with good intentions, but who don't necessarily understand the consequences of their choices and actions, and think their good intentions are enough to make their actions good ones, can still cause real harm, and are still responsible for it.
I'll give you a very relevant example.
The Israeli leadership had good intentions when it allowed tens of thousands of Gazans to enter Israel for work, to give them a better living wage. These leaders really believed their decision would bring relief to the Gazans, and help nurture a state of peace in practice, even if not in official terms. But those Gazan workers ended up giving Hamas the intel that was needed for those terrorists to know exactly how to paralyze Israel's security forces first, leaving civilians defenceless, and Hamas able to rape, amputate, torture, kidnap and murder innocent men, women, kids and babies without any interference for hours.
Israel's leadership had good intentions when they allowed Qatar to bring insane amounts of money into Gaza, they intended for it to help regular people there. But the money that came in allowed Hamas to direct all of their financial resources towards terrorism, not to mention that a lot of the money didn't end up actually being used to help Gazans, it went directly into private Hamas accounts or toward terrorism. That money ended up building Hamas' terrorist capabilities beyond what Israel realized, and it is how Hamas was able to break through Israel's advanced border fence, and slaughter so many innocent people.
And the fact that these leaders had good intentions doesn't exempt them from responsibility. Right now, they are conducting Israel's war effort, so they're not yet paying the price for their mistakes, but when the war will be over, they will go home. The honorable ones among them will take responsibility and step down (I believe, based on many statements, that will be most of our leaders), the ones who won't, will be disgracefully shown the door.
And that's not to say that their intentions don't matter! If we had any suspicion that their intentions were bad, that they intentionally let in Gazan workers into Israel to spy and help Hamas, or Qatari money into Gaza, with the intent for that to help Hamas terrorists, with the intent for it to kill Israelis, then these leaders would be charged with treason, and they wouldn't just be paying with their careers, they'd pay for their choices with their freedom.
So good intentions matter, but they don't exempt us of responsibility for consequences. This is also true for people on Tumblr, who pass on donation links. Their good intentions don't exempt them from taking responsibility for what they do, they have to take the time to check who it is that they're donating money to (or who it is they're recommending to others to donate to), because NGOs are used by terrorists as a front, or as yet another way of getting the funding for their terrorist activity. And good intentions won't stop that money from being used to kill people. The harm that that money causes is REAL, and is NOT diminished by the good intentions people have, that the terrorists exploit.
So now that I've said that, let's get back to what you said, while giving you the credit that what you said is out of good intentions.
You asked, why can't Israel be the nation state of all of the land's indigenous peoples?
If you read my explanations on the Bedouins and the Druze, it should have been clear that neither group is indigenous to Israel. The Bedouins are Arabs who originate in Arabia. They were forced to settle in Israel by a colonialist regime, artificially changing the demographics of Israel. The Druze came to this land together with their occupying rulers in the 16th century from Lebanon. Neither group is native to Israel.
In fact there are NO peoples left who are indigenous to Israel, other than the Jews. All of the other Canaanite peoples, speaking other Canaanite languages, they're all gone. All destroyed by colonialist powers, responsible for repeated conquests, massacres, expulsions, oppression and persecution. In fact, it's a freaking MIRACLE that this same fate didn't befall the Jews, too. If you ask me, this is the root for antisemitism. When we were expelled from Israel, enslaved and dispersed across so many countries, we were supposed to lose our sense of identity, we were meant to disappear, just like all the other populations that had been treated like this did. And Jews somehow, against all odds, we maintained our indigenous identity, culture, language, a collective memory of our history and our national aspiration to reunite and return to our ancestral land. That's the root of ancient antisemitism. And then we actually made our dream happen, we succeeded in returning and re-establishing self rule in our ancestral land, which I believe is the root of modern antisemitism. There are very few native groups who managed to survive this brutal colonialist treatment with their identity in tact, and there is NONE that has been as successful as the Jews in actually getting its ancestral land and self governing rights back.
So when you say that Israel should be the nation state of all of the indigenous peoples of the land? It is.
But that's not what you mean. You mean the opposite, you mean that we should stop being the nation state of just the Jews, that we should just be a state, one without a distinct Jewish national identity. And that begs me to ask you, why?
Why is it possible to believe that Germany's non-German citizens can be treated equally, but not Israel's non-Jewish citizens? Why can we accept that Iceland's non-Icelandic minorities are treated equally, and don't turn to terrorism just because they live in the Icelandic nation state, and Icelanders don't have to give up their right to their own nation state in their own ancestral land, to be believed that they treat all their citizens equally, but we can't accept the same for the Jewish nation state?
And of course, if Israel stopped being the nation state of the Jews, then a law of return for Jews, which lends Jewish people protection, by giving us automatic citizenship if we need it, wouldn't be possible anymore (while in Germany, a similar one would continue to exist), nor could the state make historical choices that save Jews, like paying the Communist regime of Romania to liberate its Jewish citizens (while a nation state like Germany would be able to do that for the Romanian citizens of German descent, just like it actually did). Why should we willingly give up this sorely needed protection for Jews, when the Jewish population continues to be so discriminated against worldwide, to the point where the world's most important university presidents are incapable of unequivocally condemning calls for the genocide of Jews?
Like I said, I believe you that your intentions are good. But I hope that you can understand why they can still have harmful consequences for Jewish people, if your good intentions are implemented without enough consideration for the rights and need for protection of Jews.
Take care and Happy Hanukkah!
(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)
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bravevolunteer · 6 months
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VERSE — MOVIE ( CONTAINS SPOILERS & CANON DIVERGENT, tw for canon-typical themes & suicide mention )
just to get straight to the point : it's mainly canon divergent in the sense that i will be altering details in order to make mike an afton. do i think this is going to happen in the movie timeline? no. do i think it's more likely that they're going to explain the oddly personal kidnapping through mirroring the emilys? probably. but it's MY michael afton blog and i can put on my tinfoil hat as much as i want about it. of course i am willing to adapt based on other's info / preferences but given that this isn't my main canon anyway it is meant for those that are interested.
Mike thought he knew everything there was to know about what happened to his family: what he was never told is who his real father was. He was too young to remember anything about William Afton before his mom separated herself from him entirely ( one night stand, breakup, what have you, i'm not picky- ), so he always thought of the father he grew up with as his dad, the reality never changed anything about that.
Until he was twelve years old and Garrett went missing, and everything fell apart. William followed the Schmidts there, taking Garrett in a targeted attack ( whether or not he was trying to grab Mike, took him out of spite, anything else is also flexible ). Everything grew solemn and tense, each of the Schmidts lost in their own individual grief. Slowly, they stopped having dinners together, stopped going out as a family, stopped being able to feel like things were normal. The grief and guilt only added to Mike's developing anger issues and depression. Although it wasn't on purpose nor with any malicious intent, his dad was the more distant of his parents at the time, serving as the first hint towards his biological parentage and simply because as much as he cared for mike, he was grappling with losing his biological kid ( think tse henry- well meaning but drowning in grief enough for the child to pick up on it ).
This is where Abby comes in, where the Schmidts have another kid in an attempt to feel like a normal family again. It almost seems to work, although there is still that underlying sense of collective grief. Mike was older by then, too ( while he graduates high school, he either doesn't go to college at all or doesn't finish it ).
Their mom dies and the brief sense of possible stability disappears again. It's when Mike is staying at home again for the funeral/to help with Abby that their father commits suicide, unable to take the grief. Mike has had custody of Abby since then.
The events proceed as they did in the movie, William's recognition of Mike in the office not only stemming from the kidnapping but the fact that it's his kid, although Mike doesn't find anything out beyond the fact that it's the man who took Garrett. There is potential for more hints towards this in past interactions with his aunt or birth records or even his dynamic with Vanessa, but for the most part this specific realization is left open.
Following the movie's events, he... does come home to his aunt in the living room. After reporting her death, Mike actually goes back to Freddy's one more time to get security footage in order to prove his innocence. Afterwards, he does his best to hold down another job to keep taking care of Abby in peace, but something about Freddy's gives him the sense that he'll come back to make sure nothing like this happens again.
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fintan-pyren · 2 years
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13 and 16? 16 in particular is a very interesting question imo...
Do you think Alden and Della were right that Alvar should be given a second chance in Flashback, or do you think Fitz was right that having his memory erased didn't make him innocent?
No way. He kidnapped and tortured tiny children. Regardless of whether he remembers that, it tells you something about who he is as a person that he's willing to do that, no matter the reason. I, personally, would not torture a child no matter the circumstances. Having his memory erased doesn't necessarily change his character and morals, and there's no guarantee he wouldn't do something like that again.
He's still the kind of person who's willing to torture a child—a child who he had acted friendly towards and shown no sign of hostility to in the past—and if I were Alden and Della, I would NOT be letting him anywhere near my kids.
Who do you think is genuinely the most heroic of all the characters?
I'm tempted to say Fitz because he always instinctively reacts to situations heroically even when he doesn't have time to think them through. Jumping up 20 feet into the air to catch Sophie and protect her as she falls, sprinting towards Dex's exploding device to throw it out of the room so it can't harm anyone, jumping off the cliff after Sophie to help her, scooping up Linh and carrying her even if it holds him back, etc.
Small things like that. Most don't make any major difference but the fact that it's his first instinct and he's doing them without thinking makes me believe that he's naturally, instinctively heroic.
Also: the fact that he was able to say the Black Swan oath ("I will do everything in my power to help my world") and mean it on the second try—sooner than any of the other characters, with the exception of Sophie.
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rarepears · 2 years
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Mafia-YQY: I got you guys. We just need to change the timeline ever so slightly:
YQY is on the streets, but not a slave, when he finds Xiao Jiu. So YQY and SQQ start out as just normal street children/beggars. A common target for the crime element to target and employ for petty crime stuff, and may even try and enforce protection money from
While they're still street kids, SQQ gets sick. YQY goes to the criminal groups in the city because he doesn't have any other options, who agree to pay for medicine if YQY works to pay it off
From there, YQY probably has to do a couple of jobs after SQQ has been healed... and that puts him in a pretty prime position for them to make other offers for, some of which are tempting enough that he might agree on and off
Then SQQ gets snatched up by slavers without YQY also getting caught, who sell him to the Qius in short order. Maybe the young master Qiu likes trying to break them in himself
YQY then jumps neck deep into his criminal associations so that he can get information to find SQQ. It still takes a few months, so YQY's probably in too deep by now
YQY breaks into the Qiu mansion, but SQQ's leg is broken and YQY is forced to leave without SQQ. So instead he promises to come back for him
And then YQY commits himself to rising through the ranks of crime so that he's got enough authority that he can actually put pressure on the Qius, who are a rich family that his boss won't mess with for the meager kid he is right now. YQY throws himself into the crime organisation with all the commitment he used to become head disciple within a few scant years, and climbs the ranks quickly, but he probably needs to move cities to work with some of the other criminal cells as a part of that, which is why people don't know of him as a street beggar anymore
And then when he finally makes it back to his original city, with his own men in tow ready to Wreck Some Shit UP, he finds he was still too late and the Qiu's mansion was burnt to the ground just a few scant weeks before
BUT! People whisper and gossip about some of the servants and slaves surviving, and the young lady keeps insisting that some slave for A-Jiu murdered her brother. So now YQY just needs to keep amassing more and more power, so he can find the lost Xiao Jiu, while also stomping out anyone who'd try to call his lost friend a murderer.
YES THANK YOU FOR THE ADJUSTMENTS. THIS FINALLY 100% WORKS IN MY HEAD AND MY BRAIN CAN STOP FIXATING ON THE TIMELINE ISSUE. 🙌 🙌 🙌 
To add more angst, Shen Jiu gets kidnapped by slavers and sold to the Qiu's while Yue Qi is busy running another errand for the crime boss.
In fact, it was the criminal gang who arranged for Shen Jiu to get kidnapped and sold since Yue Qi was close to finish paying off his debts. This whole ploy was to make sure that Yue Qi sinks so deep into crime that he can't get back out without getting killed (aka Yue Qi can't confess to police/government about the criminal activities without also implicating himself with crimes so severe that would warrant an execution as punishment.)
Criminals that are motivated by spite, revenge, and dark emotions make the best criminals after all. Plus Shen Jiu is such a good looking kid that the gang earned a pretty penny for the referral.
It wasn't the gang's intentions to push Yue Qi so far that he overthrows the big boss and becomes the new boss himself. A lot of heads roll once Yue Qi discovers that his own actions (of going to a crime gang for help and then indicating that he wanted to wash his hands of the gang as soon as he finished paying his debts) caused Shen Jiu so much suffering.
All he can tell Shen Jiu is "sorry" because he doesn't want Shen Jiu to know just how far he's fallen in his (failed) attempt to rescue Shen Jiu. Of all the murders he's planned and executed, of all the civilians he's tricked into death and despair, of all the innocent people he's framed for heinous crimes because they stood in the way of the gang's goals... Yue Qi isn't proud of what he's done, but he would do them all again if it would help Shen Jiu in any manner.
Shen Jiu still holds a lot of resentment towards Yue Qi in this AU just like in canon. BUT without a Cang Qiong head disciple!Yue Qingyuan to put in a good word for him, Shen Jiu does not become a Cang Qiong disciple. Shen Jiu is a demonic cultivator who relies on blood and death... which pairs well with what Yue Qi does anyways.
I have this image of Yue Qi offering beautiful gold bowls of fresh blood - the blood of his enemies - to a haughty Shen Jiu who needs blood for some demonic cultivation ritual.
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moistvonlipwig · 1 year
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Amphibia fandom, numbers #1,3,8,10,17,18,22,25
FROG VIOLENCE HELL YEAH!!!
the character everyone gets wrong
I feel like this applies to all three of Anne and Sasha and Marcy lol...like Anne is not some innocent victim of cruel Sasha, she sucks real bad all on her own and that's what makes her growth so joyous to watch...and Sasha is not evil and tbh she's not even that mean, she's controlling to Anne obviously and that's not okay but she's not like pointlessly cruel, she's just a 13 year old girl who got put in by far the worst situation in Amphibia out of the three of them...and Marcy is not an uwu innocent baby with horrible abusive parents, she straight up kidnapped her friends and then tried to do it again because she's, again, 13 years old and can't handle the thought of losing her friends. 13 year olds can be very cruel and impulsive and selfish but they're still kids and they can still grow and Amphibia doesn't shy away from either of those truths but I feel like the fandom does not have a good grasp on them lol.
common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
When people say Grime was a good influence on Sasha. I love Grime, he is my second favorite character after Sasha herself, but he was an adult who manipulated a 13-year-old girl he had imprisoned into helping him enact state-sponsored violence which he enjoyed perpetuating because he was, per his own words, "just a bully in a tower." Even in S2 when they become genuine friends, he encourages her to lie to her friends and help him take over Amphibia. Don't get me wrong, I loved their relationship throughout the show for how odd and funny and mutually-manipulative and, yes, strangely touching it could be, but it wasn't actually healthy or positive until Grime came back to help Sasha defend Wartwood in "Turning Point".
screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr
Any variant of "Marcy should've stayed in Amphibia". Um...no? First of all the lesson she needed to learn was not to hide from change but to accept and embrace it so yes she needed to go back and accept that her parents were moving. Second of all...did y'all want her to never see her friends again or...??? Like I don't think Marcy would've liked that very much! Tbh there's probably more egregiously bad takes out there but that one's the most common bad take I've seen.
worst part of fanon
I feel a little bad about this one because I know headcanons can be very personal especially ones around gender but whyyy is masc!Sasha/butch!Sasha/transmasc!Sasha such a common headcanon. That girl is sooo feminine.
there should be more of this type of fic/art
There should be more art of DOMINO because she is a cute lil kitty cat. And Anne Boonchuy would agree with me. :3
it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...
"Temple Frogs"!!! Why do I never see anyone talking about "Temple Frogs"!!! It's the best episode of 3A in my opinion. The reveal that Mrs. Boonchuy had all that tupperware she had to return in the first place because the community at the Thai temple cooked for her and her husband while Anne was gone...bro that got to me. ;_; And seeing the Plantars get involved at the Thai temple was sooo sweet, especially Hop Pop learning about khon. <3 It also has great character development for Anne as she returns to a more selfish and ungrateful mode of thinking before her mom calls her out and she realizes how valuable her community is.
your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
I love how the show depicts Amphibian society such that long before Andrias is revealed to be evil there are subtle but very noticeable hints of the rot underneath the glamor of Newtopia. The fact that the frogs of Wartwood are unfazed by political corruption and are so quick to turn on outsiders and each other -- the fact that the toads despite their apparent power over the frogs are stuck living in a tower engaging in near-constant violence -- the fact that Grime used to be a gladiator implying the existence of an underclass or possibly even slave class of toads who battle each other for the newts' entertainment and to gain power over each other -- the fact that Newtopia looks as nice as it does even though the rest of this is true...the worldbuilding is so well-done and paints such a convincing portrait of a society that keeps its lower classes battling at each other's throats so that they don't band together to fight against the upper classes who keep exploiting their labor and who in turn are little more than tools of the empire themselves. And the show does all of this without acting like the frogs are all pure angels or the newts are all evil aristocrats...they're all just people amphibians.
common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
"Why wasn't Anne sad 24/7 about Marcy in 3A??? :(" Well, because Amphibia is a sitcom about frogs. And because Anne compartmentalizes and refused to believe Marcy was dead to begin with. And also she had a lot going on in 3A. But perhaps most importantly, and I cannot stress this enough, Amphibia is a sitcom about frogs.
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eggs-can-draw · 1 year
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you: Ok but what if v3 was actually broadcasted me: they would not livestream it to the public, not with their name attached to it, at least you: They use Junko’s old twitch account “How did you even get the password for that???” “Tsumugi is very dedicated” me: but I still feel like they'd want to keep it secret & maybe reveal it if they succeeded, maybe still keep their method secret, because they don't want people to know if they fuck it up, but even more immediately, they don't want people to believe they failed to protect the Ultimates in the meantime Yin: oooo and this is how the parents learn what's happening to their kids! they didn't broadcast the other 49 but they broadcasted this one! "you used MY SON AS A BACKUP SHUICHI?!?!?! and made him PARTICIPATE IN 49 OTHER KILLING GAMES?!?!!" you: And even then if things go too terribly they could easily just blame it on the remnants me: the Remnants they have supposedly taken down during DR3? you: “Oh noooooo the remnants escaped and kidnapped some kids! In their desperate attempt to appease the late Junko they recreated her killing game with these innocent NHPA students!” me: if they blame the fanatic stragglers it makes them seem useless, if they blame the main RoDs it reveals a previous cover-up, if they claim the project as theirs there'll be huge backlash and then doubled, tripled when it doesn't even succeed. I assumed "taken down" means killed. you: They can be vague if it fits the story me: but why would they want to make it public from the start? it causes those complications for them you: Don’t worry about it guys (I don't think I'll listen to that)
firedemongaming: The irony that they tried to make Shuichi the ultimate hope and had Rantaro as a back-up, but neither of them were actually the ones to become the ultimate hope, it was canonically Kii-bo
Nanami anon: “The Remnants of Despair are not a threat anymore” [16 years later] “So um. About the Remnants of Despair…” One overworked PR employee sobbing in the background
Yin: to show off "LOOK WE MADE A NEW ULTIMATE HOPE!" "and how did you do that?" "uhhh no comment" me: that's what would happen if they only made a reveal after succeeding, otherwise people will know HOW and that's an issue Yin: shrug maybe they livestreamed accidentally instead of video lol me: just. accidentally making a several weeks long stream without realizing you:Oopsie woopsie someone accidentally hit start stream
firedemongaming: Branch 14 is PR, Branch 14 is the branch naegirigami belongs to. The pr team is definitely not helping them this time XD I was explaining what branch 14 is in canon. I'm aware Byakuya and Kyoko aren't in it anymore in the AU. Doesn't change the fact that they pissed off their PR team AND their mascot Nanami anon: The project heads poached one (1) member of branch 14 to help with this. It’s not going well Yin: ......they purposely pissed off their PR team? lol me: the person, supposed to click "record" got distracted by seeing Makoto trip, clicked stream instead Nanami anon: … midway through V3 Makoto hosts a press conference since they kicked him out of the observation room. The FF is FUCKED
firedemongaming: Is it the eggman callout post of shadow? Nanami anon: Makoto: I'M WRITING A CALLOUT ON MY TWITTER DOT COM firedemongaming: 'BUT I'M GOING HIGHER! I'M PISSING ON THE MOOOOOOON!' you: “I'VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT THE FUTURE FOUNDATION IS FULL OF BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKERS”
firedemongaming: long story short. FF is overthrown. The people try to install Makoto as emperor. Makoto has to quickly find legitimate reasons to convince them not to. Byakuya is just in the background 'do it coward' Yin: Makoto: I appoint my husband as emperor as I think he can do it better than I can Togami: oh I know I can do it better firedemongaming: 'i know I can do it better. But I'm not about to steal the glory from you. I'm more than happy to be a shadow ruler from the sidelines' Yin: Makoto: I don't want the glory! I want to be a house husband! you do it! me: Togami proceeds to dismantle FF into several smaller organizations with less power to avoid that shit happening ever again, like, sorry, but we can't have one organization that's above the law and does whatever they want because they're saviors if society is ever to properly recover firedemongaming: 'instead we'll install this one family that's above the law and does whatever they want because their family heads are saviours' me: no, no, he doesn't stay as the leader of all of them firedemongaming: I was making a joke about the emperor bit
... but I still think about the logic of immediately trying to fill up the position of absolute power when it's being taken down, why is this actually a realistic thing people would do. Eh, on to the next bomb in your askbox
Love me some sonic snap cube duo references
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mayullla · 2 years
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Title: Wonderland March Hare
Character(s): Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)
Summary: When an Alice leaves wonderland (Be that they died or managed to escape the place), a new Alice falls from the rabbit hole. Faith strings pull and look at your memories and thoughts and decide how the residents of wonderland would look at the new Alice. The first Alice was loved and cared for, after they died many grieved their death. The next Alice was hotty, spoiled and uncaring they died because they were abandoned by the residents. The next died becoming an experiment of a resident they too were not loved and the next and the next and the next. The residents adopted the idea that whenever a new Alice comes they would experience a horrible faith in the end... well that is when you came along. A small 10 year old child.
Today you will meet the March Hare.
Warnings/tags: Yandere themes (Platonic), Kidnapping
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Itachi watched you eat the cake in such a delightful expression, you remind him a lot of his brother Sasuke. When the adults were 'kind' enough to Sasuke to keep his innocence for a little longer than most kids at a young age. It has been a while now since the boy saw everything with his very eyes, how there was so much death did he started to become stoic and pushed people away.
Itachi had sad eyes looking at you and you noticed that.
Apparently, you and Itachi were waiting for Madara the mad hatter to come as the man was running late.
“You look sad.” You said in concern tilting your head cutely as you watched the man who looked very pouting sad for you.
“I am alright Alice,” Itachi said, shaking his head, he was fine, just a little sentimental remembering the past.
You pout at the man, “Please eat some cake! Sugar can make people happy and it gives you a boost in energy. That is what my mother told me when I was sad!”
Itachi glanced at the desserts on the long table, chocolate cakes, birthday cakes, mango cakes, peppermint cakes, pies, cotton candy-flavored milkshake, brownies with a lot of ice cream just sugar galore. Itachi liked sweets but he wasn’t in the mood for it for some reason, he ate this every day and it became a little boring.
“You don’t like sweets?” you asked when you see Itachi hesitate. Itachi again shook his head and like a gentleman declined sweetly “No, I am fine. I am full enough but thank you, Alice. I am fine with just green tea.” The only thing that wasn’t sweet on the table.
You tilt your head thinking “Hmm my father doesn't like sweets much but he likes green tea.” You said, to which Itachi nodded with mild interest. It would be rude not to listen to someone talking after all. “He likes to eat his green tea with mochi or dango tho.”
“Mochi?... Dango?” Itachi tilted his head, curious about what you just said. You nodded as you took a chomp of your strawberry muffin. “He likes Japanese sweets the most! He even made a few of them: hmmm.. Monaka, Daifuku~” You continued to ramble about these Japanese sweets that Itachi never heard about and his interest peaks.
“Can you tell me how to make them, Alice?” Itachi asked hopefully he was really curious about what they taste like.
You nodded excitedly hoping off your floating chair you trotted to where Itachi is seated far from the ground. You excitedly motioned him to come down and he didn’t understand what you wanted from him and just looked at you curiously as his chair touched the floor.
You grabbed his hands and smiled up to him. "Let’s make them together next time, I want Mister to smile!"
Itachi felt his heart still at your words, they were innocent from a child who most likely doesn’t know what they are saying but somehow it hit him right in the heart.
You reminded him of Sasuke.. no you are different. Young Sasuke is different and you are different, both are different beings and maybe you were much more mature than his brother. But that doesn’t change the fact that you are very adorable and heartwarming and managed to claw yourself into his heart.
Itachi smiled at you. It seems it would be hard to let go of you.
Madara walks into the dining room excited to meet the new Alice. He was busy for a moment.
What Madara didn’t expect was for the dining room to be bare with only Itachi and sweets at one side drinking his green tea. Where is the new Alice?
"Where is the Alice?"
"They left, unfortunately, they wish to leave wonderland as quickly as possible it seems"
"Ahh." Madara sighed, how rude that Alice is. To just up and leave like that!
Madara was about to leave, but he took notice of the smile on Itachi's face.
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People compare Stephan and Stark because they both are supposedly "smart, rich, arrogent assholes who are also perfectionists". but everyone leaves out the fact that Stephen was only that at the beginning of his character arc. Stephan lost everything, learned to care about the bigger picture, and that he can't save everyone everytime. Stark never learned anything or had any type of lasting character arc in his 3 solo movies (not to mention all the other movies he is in). The perfect example of this is Ultron where he literally MADE the villian of the movie out of his own fear and upon realizing this, what's his reaction? Let's build another one! He is the same stupid man-child when he dies at the end of the Infinity Saga as he was when he first showed up.
Apologies again for being a salt block today - 🐍 Anon
No need to apologize, I like the salt 😅
And yes, that's what drives me up the wall: Stark never learnt anything. He goes from selling weapons and feeling oh so bad about it to making weapons of mass destruction and building an android without telling the team.
He tells Pepper he's done with the suits so he destroys them all only to start building them again. He semi-retires from the team but signs Accords that would affect half of them, not to mention he tried to murder Bucky even though he knew he was an innocent man then when Thanos arrived his ego got the best of him and didn't even call Steve.
He kidnapped a 14-year old to a fight, kept Wanda in house arrest and called her a "weapon", built Edith... this guy never learnt a damn thing.
So how is it possible that people still compare Stephen to him?
Stephen wasn't born in wealth, the money he had he earned it by working his ass off in the hospital and developing new surgical techniques (along with Christine), he was arrogant yes but I didn't see him going around treating people like shit and coming up with offensive nicknames and disrespecting women.
Then after his accident he chases Christine away but spends the rest of the movie apologizing to her and the moment they meet again he takes full responsibility for it, he doesn't make excuses for his behaviour at all. He learns from the Ancient One, he treats his fellow sorcerers respectfully, he jokes around with Wong (which is not the same as mocking him or laughing at him which is what Stark does to pretty much anyone he talks to), hell when they meet in IW Stephen has a plan but still listens to Stark's and he's fine with changing his mind and staying in Titan, he gets mad at Peter in NWH but when he realizes Spidey is just a kid he apologizes to him. Did you ever see Stark apologizing to Peter? Nope.
Honestly I feel most people mistake arrogance with self-confidence. Stark is the former, Stephen is the latter. And while I'm not saying he's perfect and that confidence can definitely lead to recklessness and hubris, he's not presumptuous or offensive at all.
You know who I think is similar to Stark? John Walker.
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Voight is a corrupt and violent cop that engages in practices and methods that commonly have worse impacts on POC so if he can’t change or doesn’t want to change then I have concerns about him having a great amount of involvement in Makayla’s life. I have an issue with him playing grandfather to Makayla.
And even if Voight were to change I think there need to be boundaries with him and Makayla considering everything he’s done and how young and traumatised Makayla is.
Maybe Voight is just a familiar figure in her life where he attends special events interacts with her, but he doesn't do all the intimate things like braiding her hair, having one-on-one time with her, reading to her etc. He's like the uncle to comes out on special occasions, but that's it. Voight will obviously be part of Makayla's life because of the role he plays to Kim and Adam, but there have to be strict boundaries and distance.
​Furthermore, whilst Voight might understand how Adam and Kim are feeling with Makayla having been abducted due to Voight’s son Justin being kidnapped and murdered as well as Erin leaving, these situations aren’t the same.
Makayla is a seven-year-old who hasn't done anything except be a child. She is completely blameless about everything that has happened to her and the trauma she has endured and will continue to endure, unfortunately.
Whereas Justin was a grown man who made the choices that led to him being in danger, and his father Voight enabled his behaviour and choices. Voight only got strict with Justin when it was too late. It doesn't mean Justin deserved to die, but it does mean that he wasn't innocent in everything that took place, and neither was Voight.
THIS!!! Just all this!
I've seen a lot of people talk about Voight and his involvement in Makayla's life, and honestly this sums up everything that I feel about that. Voight should not be more active in her life than being at special events. Even if he makes more active changes in himself. There's just something so uncomfy about a man who's profited of things that statistically affected poc the most being a very involved role in Makayla's life. Like Kim and Adam have a close bond with him, but they're adults and also white, they're not a traumatized black kid. Even if she wasn't traumatized, it's still a little icky. And I think the amount of people who are wanting Voight scenes with Makayla without thinking about the bigger picture and the bigger implications of that makes me once again wonder if people in this fandom want to do the work to think about racial issues when watching a show like this.
And YES YES YES. Like I've said multiple times I do want to see Voight relate to them in this episode because out of everyone in the unit, he'll understand the most. But they're not the same. And it does a disservice to ignore that.
And then there's the added fact that Kim and Adam will have to be concerned about if Makayla's race will factor into them saving her. Black communities are rightly distrustful about police and if someone has seen Makayla with her kidnapper and then have the police question it, they might regard it with a bit more caution.
AND what if white police officers on their force keeping an eye out treats the case with more cavalier than they would a white kid just because of their own biases and prejudices.
And Makayla is still a kid, she might not know enough to be able to, if she gets away, to tell someone that she's a cop's kids.
It's all these things that makes the two situations different and it's something to keep in mind.
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I'm so happy some of the hostages are being returned. I was honestly starting to worry that maybe none were left alive, were smuggled out, or couldn't even be found from Hamas themselves. So, small blessings.
What I loathe is people trying to pretend Hamas is virtuous for this or that 5 prisoners for everyone Israel is even morally equivalent. It doesn't erase every person coming home lost someone brutally before being taken and probably left another person behind as a hostage. It will never erase how they tortured innocent civilians. These people coming home have probably been brutalized for 50 days. The trauma they will carry around breaks my heart. So many families will never be whole again. Pile on the people being returned to Gaza were actual terrorists who tried to or killed Israel's.
Every family has been forever changed in violence they never asked for. But I am grateful for who comes home. Seeing the reunion videos makes me happy. It just doesn't change my opinion of the people who did it. It's actually worse when I see them cheering and jeering at the red cross recovering them.
However.. I can't leave you without some dark humor. My neighbor put up Ceasefire sign with a death toll count at 10,000. When I was walking by, I asked her where she got that number because it's clearly wrong. I'd be happy to explain. She walked in and slammed the door. At least I'm more popular in the neighborhood and have a Ring so she can't egg my house. Although I am considering putting up more Israel flags just to start a sign war. Petty, yes, but if it annoys them, priceless!!!!
As always, I hope you and your family are staying safe. Lots of love!!!! Hopefully, researching for the museum is a nice distraction. Sending prayers, you're feeling OK!!
Hi darling! <333
Oh, I was sure that Hamas would keep at least some alive. Living hostages are worth more than dead ones. At this point, Hamas NEEDS this break in the fighting, and for sure they knew their strongest leverage over Israel would be hostages, so... what worries me is that we don't know how many are live. Fifty hostages is less than a quarter from the people kidnapped, and Hamas has not yet produced a current proof of life for the rest. But yes, I don't think it's possible to see the family reunions and not be moved! (well... so long as you're not de-humanizing Israelis, that is)
The people who have to be told that Hamas isn't humane, a terrorist organization that has beheaded human beings, including babies, raped women of all ages to the point where their bones broke, amputated kids, kidnapped a 9 months old, murdered Holocaust survivors... those people are beyond hope. Still, if you look at a recent released Hamas vid, meant to depict its terrorists as "humane," you can actually hear them instructing the hostage to "keep waving." That says it all.
I'm also gonna mention that one of the hostages released by Hamas tonight had to be rushed into surgery, and her life is in danger even after that.
And that's on top of everything else you mentioned. Yes, every single one of the hostages has either lost a relative, or still has family or friends in captivity, or had their house physically destroyed, and they were all changed forever by 7 weeks of captivity underground, in terror tunnels. I was listening to the testimony of an Israeli kid who was freed by Israel in 1976 from Entebbe, after just one week as a hostage, without being separated from his family, without losing anyone, while they weren't held underground, and he still said he was never the same person again. I can't understand anyone who ignores that. Then again, I also can't comprehend how a human being can look at a poster begging for the release of a baby, but some did exactly that, and proudly.
LOL I love that, thank you for sharing! And NGL, I would love for more Israeli flags on display. Even just the fact that it humanizes Israelis means so much! Thank you for being such an incredible ally, from me, and I'm sure from others reason this, too! Sending you all the love and good wishes in the world, you absolute ray of light! xoxox
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sporadiclilbook · 3 years
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Songbird
Yan!Childe x Singer/Dancer!Khaenri'ahn! reader
Proof-read by: @choquackette
a/n: in a way, does this count as a songfic :D? Also I'm gonna use Lost in Thoughts All Alone for this. And to be fair you're pretty much like Shigure/Azura from fates in this
TW: Kidnapping
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You are the ocean's gray waves
Destined to seek life beyond the shore
Just out reach
Your voice rang out through the crowd who was listening. Your Hydro Vision glowed as you made particles of water float around you. It created an illusion that made them looked like it was sparkling. It was mesmerising. To Childe, it amazed him how you used it so beautifully for a show. Unlike his more....bloodthirsty uses of his. To think a Vision can do something so graceful and morbid at the same time.
Of course he had his Electro Delusion but this is the Vision we're talking about. He uses it as a weapon while you used it for entertainment. To be honest, he never thought he'd see something like this. It was all thanks to a mission he has to do. Tailing a guy who was in debt to the Fatui and all. Childe think he was a fool. Instead of trying to make his business better, he wastes it on shows like these. But now that he sees you, he understand why. Your exotic appearance was a sight to behold. The only known person to have the same eyes as you was that Favonius Cavalry Captain and he only showed one eye. One already can make one look intriguing but having both made you look ethereal.
Yet the water ever change
Flowing like time
The path is yours to climb
Your dance was graceful, fluid movements that did flow like water. Childe think you could've been a good sword fighter if you were able to incorporate these movements into sword fighting. But for now he'll enjoy your voice and dancing. There's just something about it he loved so much. Sure fighting is always the one he loves but there's just something about you that he's attracted to. Was it your appearance? Vocals? Movements? Or those pupils of yours? He thinks it's quite silly, he doesn't even know who you are and yet......
A burdened heart
Sinks into the ground
Here he is, eager to look for you after this whole mission thing. If there's one thing he knows, is to not judge someone's prowess by appearance. Take the traveler for example. They have a petite form and yet they were able to defeat his Foul Legacy form! Who knows what you might have in store for him? Just the thought of you actually being able to fight makes him feel giddy.
Alas, all he can do for now is listen to your song. With that said, he didn't forget his mission. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his target. The man was also in awe of looking at you. Too in awe of noticing his presence that is. He'll get right back to him when your show's over.
A veil falls away without a sound
Not day nor night
Wrong nor right
For truth and peace, you'll fight
He wondered if his siblings would love your singing. Sleeping to a lullaby sounded like a nice idea to him. Why he even thought of that was a mystery to him. Is this what they called love at first sight? He just can't help but wished to woken up by your voice that will roll out his name softly in the morning.
Sing with me a song
Of silence and blood
The rain falls, but can't wash away the mud
Within my ancient heart dwells
Madness and pride
Can't no one hear my cry?
The song ended and the crowd threw a round applause. You bowed and left the stage immediately. Childe, who hasn't forgot his mission, quickly trailed the guy he was after outsidd. "Ah! Hello there Mr. Wei Xing! I reckon you know who I am yes?" And so from there, he scared the poor man to the death with threats and grim reminder of the debt he owed. But Childe was feeling a bit merciful today "Tell you what I'll give you some more time on one condition." Wei Xing, his target, was confused. The Fatui giving a bit of leverage? Still, he would be an idiot to refuse "And that condition is....?"
Childe chuckled at his quick response. It's natural after all. All of his intimidation must have triggered his survival instincts. "Just answer me this. Who was that singer with a Hydro Vision?" Wei Xing was baffled. That's all he wanted? "A-as far as I know, t-their name is (Y/N). They're a performer that was passing by Liyue to gain more popularity across Teyvat." Childe hummed as he hears it. 'A travelling performer huh? Looks like I'll have to act quick if I want to meet them' There was moment of silence before he asked another question "When are they leaving?" "I-in a few days"
Childe let him go and as promised gave him more time for him to pay his debt. Should he fails again to do so.....he'll be history. He only had a few days to meet and talk to you so he has to be quick. Thankfully being a Fatui Harbinger does have it perks. One of those perks being having informants that can collect informations for you. And since this is no top secret info, it was quite easy to find out where you were staying and exactly how many days before you were gone.
As he wait for you at the road that led guests from Wangshu Inn to Liyue, he thought of what you might say. Maybe you'll recognise him right away? Or perhaps you were too innocent to notice the horrors of the Fatui. As he notices your figure walking on the horizon, he prepared to greet you casually. But then he was perplexed by your outfit. It seemed less travelling performer and more of a......fighter? Interesting. He drops the idea of greeting you and opted to follow your path instead.
He followed you until you reached a domain that was near one of the ruins. You stood in front of the entrance as he awaits your next move, intentionally letting his presence seep out. "You're not doing that much of a great job to hide yourself, Fatui. Or is it intentional?" Childe walks out from the spot he was hiding in and approached you slowly while saying "Well, isn't this a surprise? I just happened to be passing b-" His actions stopped midway as your pointed a spear at him. "Not a step closer, what do you want?"
Your starred pupils were sharped and narrowed. It held an intense emotion in it. Childe held up his hands in some sort of mock surrender and laughed a bit "Hey now! There's no need to get aggressive, is there? I was just curious why someone like you is doing here. Not exactly a good place to perform isn't it?"
"That's none of your business."
"Are you gonna go inside this domain?"
"...."
"If so, can I follow?"
"No."
"Please?"
"I said no."
"I'm very good at fighting you know. It'll be a shame if someone like you gets inju--"
Your spear was closer to him now. Threatening to slice him open any minute you wanted to. It didn't faze him at all. In fact it made him thrilled. He knew there was something about you that was enchanting and perhaps this was it. An unrelenting fighting spirit. In a blink of an eye, he immediately summoned his hydro javelin and parried your spear. You backed away in surprise but kept your guard up.
"Listen I have no time for you Fatui. Leave me be. I have more important matters to attend to." Childe just gave a fox-like grin at your attempt to intimidate him. "Is that so? Like what exactly?" You rolled your eyes at him. He was getting annoying for sure. "Like I said, none of your business." It looks like you might have to halt your plans for tonight. The Abyss Order can wait. "So, what are you gonna do little star?" Without warning you immediately engulfed yourself in a torrent of water and disappears. Childe was shocked when he sees it but still grinned. If you wanted to be a challenge then so be it. If he can't bother you during your 'missions' then he'll bother you during the day.
And that is exactly what he did.
For two days straight he kept trying to talk with you whenever you were out visiting the Liyue Harbour. At first you tolerated him but now he was insufferable. You were glad you were leaving as soon as possible next day but Childe was not having any of that. In just the span of two days his little curiosity had turned into a tsunami of obsession. Your expressions and reactions not to mention the little heart warming moments he saw you cheering up some of the kids in Liyue. He wants to know even more of you.
And precisely why he is fighting you right now.
As he has deducted, your move was as graceful as your dance. Your fighting style was as unique as your eyes. Something he has never seen before. You dodged his flurry of arrows, panting while doing so. How long has he fought you? It felt like an eternity. You tried to dash to him and deliver a swift strike but him and his stupid shield won't let you. You jumped back just in time before he strike his hydro swords at you. You can't even get an elemental advantage here, you had to mostly rely on your weapon.
"Well (Y/N), it's been a fun fight really. But why don't you surrender now? You're tired aren't you? I promise things will go smoothly if you just give up."
You didn't want to. There's no way you'll give up. What does he wants with you anyway? You only stared down at him in silence, refusing to answer. "Ah, stubborn now aren't we? I guess I'll have to use a little force...." He activated his Delusion and immediately dashed towards you, giving you no time to react. The electricity made you groan in pain. You use your spear as a stabiliser from falling to the ground but you were running out of energy at this point.
Before you could fall, Childe took a hold of your body. "See? It's not that hard to give up." You wanted to mutter a remark but darkness shrouded your vision before you fainted. You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Certainly not Liyue's architecture nor your homeland's. Your first thought was to look for an escape.
The door was locked.
Windows were barred.
The wardrobe had the clothes you brought with you across Teyvat along with some new ones.
There was a chain at your leg that's long enough to get you to the bathroom.
Your Vision and weapon was missing.
You waited in silence, pondering what to do. You certainly can't escape like this. But then you heard the door open. And as expected it was him. "Did you had a good sleep? You were knocked out for a while there." You scowled at him "Drop the act, where am I?" Childe hummed before answering "You're in Snezhnaya of course! Where else would I bring you? I'm quite lucky to be able to bring you here and visit my siblings! Say would you like to visi--" "Why would I do that?"
His grin dropped and his eyes stared at you. His eyes was....hollow...empty...devoid of any humanity in them. He walked towards you and you instinctively stepped back. He had you trapped against a wall. He lifted up your chin and let out a small but terrifying smile "Well, because your fate is in my hands. There's nothing you can do now, is there? But I'll forgive your behaviour for now.....if you sing that is."
You hated it. You hated the fact he was right. So you had no choice but to stay obedient and be his 'little songbird' until you found a window of opportunity. He lets go of your chin and sat down on a chair. With a heavy heart, you opened your mouth to sing.
You are the ocean's gray waves
Destined to seek life beyond the shore
Just out of reach
Childe smiled as you sing. He's sure you'll come around and fall in love with him soon enough.
Yet the water ever change
Flowing like time
The path is yours to climb
Shame that you can't meet his family yet. They would've love you. He can't wait for that day to arrive though. He can't help but feel joy. His little songbird, all his and no one else.
You are the ocean's gray waves.
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Where The Wild Roses Grow - An August Walker Story - 3
You can find the previous parts on my masterlist
Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Fern) Summary: Don't screw the crew? This doesn't work for August Walker Warnings: Smut, Sex, 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, rough sex, slapping, kinda soft August Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so please be lenient with me
Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker (but he owns me...)
Pics for the header taken from Pinterest.
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Chapter 3
Fern
So, today's the day. I'm going on a date. The first in I-don't-know-how-long. Two years, three years, I don't remember. After my long time relationship with Max went down the drain I didn't want to date and here in London there was just no opportunity. To be honest I'm quite nervous. I mean, I don't know much about Lucas and I haven't interacted with a lot of people since I'm in London. Actually just with my neighbor Sloane and her wife Jackie, who are very nice and we have a little chat from time to time and with Peter and August and our clients of course. But that's it. That's pathetic you say? Yeah, maybe you're right but that's just the way it is and it's okay. Basically I like my life the way it is, I love my work, I enjoy my affair with August but deep down inside I crave intimacy, tenderness and a life outside the office. So I'm really looking forward to this date and to getting to know Lucas a little better. 
I'm sitting in my car right now. I'm ten minutes early so I have enough time to check my make-up -I think I look alright- and to straighten my clothes. I get out of my car and check my reflection in the metallic paint of my Classic Mini Cooper. I'm wearing a light blue summer skirt, a plain white sleeveless shirt and white loafers. I considered wearing the blue dotted dress but I can't wear it without thinking of August so it wasn't really an option.
I lurk around the corner and there he is. Lucas is waiting for me at the entrance of the museum, checking his watch repeatedly. He looks good with his blond hair and the blue eyes, not extraordinarily handsome like August but attractive. A John Doe but in a good way. Okay, guess it's time to go. Wish me luck!
There was really no reason to be nervous, Lucas is really nice and charming, the perfect gentleman. He knows a lot about art and I love how he shares his knowledge with me but never mansplains. He's not a bit arrogant or bossy, unlike many other men. August for example. Speaking of which, I think I spend too much time with him. When Lucas and I were walking around the museum I thought I saw August from the corner of my eye. Twice! I must be hallucinating or something. 
Right now I'm standing at the souvenir shop waiting outside for Lucas who wants to buy a present for his son Milo who lives in Liverpool with his mum, Lucas' ex-wife. We're done with the exhibition and he asked me if I want to have a coffee with him in a cafe nearby. I said yes. I really enjoy his company and it feels so good to finally do something that has nothing to do with my work.
A loud noise suddenly startles me. It sounds like someone has dropped a glass that's smashed to pieces. I spin around quickly to localize the noise source and that's when I see him. It's really him. August Walker in the flesh, standing behind a pillar, watching me.
I stare at him, surprised, or to put it more precisely, stunned. What the hell is he doing here?
He gives me a nonchalant smile and strolls in my direction as if it was the most natural thing to meet me here.
"Fern. What a lovely surprise." 
Is he kidding me? Lovely? He never uses words like this, they are not part of August Walker's vocabulary.
"August. What are you doing here?" I don't feel the need to exchange polite phrases.
"Enjoying the exhibition."
"Oh really?" I cross my arms in front of my chest.
"Yes. Why would you doubt it?" He smiles innocently and it makes me mad.
"Because you're not interested in art."
"Well, I am now."
"I took both tickets because you said you didn't want to go." I point out.
"I changed my mind and bought a ticket."
I take a deep breath and roll my eyes. I can't even explain why I'm so annoyed by the fact that he's here.
"So? Where's your date?" he asks en passant.
Now it dawns on me.
"Is that the reason you're here? Are you spying on me?"
August's face hardens and he looks at me with a frown. "I'm not spying. I'm just keeping an eye on you."
"I don't need a babysitter, August." 
"You don't know anything about the guy, Fern. He could be dangerous."
He comes one step closer and is standing right in front of me now, our bodies almost touching.
"He's not dangerous. He's a teacher at a primary school."
"That's what he says." He almost whispers. It's ridiculous.
"Why would he lie to me?"
"Because maybe he wants to cover up his true identity."
I laugh out loud. "Like what? Like an undercover agent or something. You think he's after you?"
August gives me a death stare, his lips pressed together to a thin line. "Exactly. And he wouldn't be the first." His voice is only a low growl. "I mean, come on, Fern. He sees you for what -5 minutes maybe?-  and asks you out? Can he really be that smitten by you?"
I stare at him, his words cut right into my heart, and I try to hide it by being even more sarcastic than usual.
"Oh, you mean you find it more likely that he's a spy, sent by the government to get to you, than the simple thought that he's attracted to me and therefore asked me out? Wow, I mean, that's flattering, August. So basically you're saying I'm so uninteresting that it's not a realistic scenario that a man meets me and wants to date me?"
"That's not what I meant, Fern. All I'm saying is…"
"Hi." I freeze when I hear Lucas' voice. I step back to bring a little space between me and August and turn around.
"Lucas. Did you find something for Milo?"
"Yes. I did." He gives August a funny look and things are getting pretty awkward. I clear my throat.
"Um, Lucas. This is my boss. August Walker. We just bumped into each other."
"Lucas Bellingham. Nice to meet you." Lucas gives August a nod and August gives him a forced smile in return.
"Yeah. Nice to meet you."
I can't believe he used to be an agent, since he's such a bad actor.
"Well, I'll leave you to it. Fern, see you on Monday."
"Sure."
He leans in, grabs me by my elbows and kisses me goodbye french style. Two times. Right. Left. Mua. Mua. What the fuck? After the second innocent peck on my cheek I feel his breath hot against my ear. "You look hot in that skirt. Be a good girl and wear it on Monday." 
His soft words sent shivers down my spine and at the same time I'm fuming with anger.
All he can expect from me on Monday is a cold shoulder and a lecture.
August
Okay, that monitoring operation on Saturday didn't go exactly as planned. I guess I'm a little out of practice. Of course Fern wasn't supposed to see me nor was her date. Lucas Bellingham. A boring name for a boring guy. I checked his record, of course I did. How, you ask? I'm sorry but I can't tell you. If I would I'd have to kill you.
Hey, don't be so shocked, I'm just kidding. Really. Relax.
Anyway, I have ways and means to do a background check on someone and Lucas seems to be legit. On first sight that means. I told Pete to dig a little deeper, just to be sure. He has his ways and means too. I promised Fern she'd be safe with me when I hired her and I'm a man of my word. I'm not going to expose her to any kind of danger. And no matter what she says, it definitely is possible that someone is sending an undercover agent to spy on me or Peter. Could be the US authorities or the MI5 or someone from my past, there's no lack of enemies, I've pissed off a lot of people and I know one day I will regret it. You know what they say. Karma is a bitch.
Well, here she comes.
"Good Morning, Fern."
"Morning."
Okay. A look that could kill and no skirt. Tight black jeans and a turtleneck sweater. All buttoned-up. Okay, woman, I get it. You're mad at me. She goes straight to her office and I follow her and sit down on the edge of her desk. She doesn't even look at me but starts typing something into her computer. 
"Are you alright?"
"Of course I am." 
"Really? You don't even look at me."
She takes a deep breath before her eyes meet mine.
"Just stay out of my way today, August."
I know I should take the hint and leave her alone but I can't. I don't take orders. Not from her, not from anyone anymore. I'm the one in charge, she should know that.
"What if I don't want to?" I give her a smug smile.
"I don't care what you want. Just fuck off."
"Woman." I growl. "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm still your boss."
"Then let me do my work. Boss." She holds my gaze and I know I'm going to lose any kind of staring contest with her so I decide to change my tactics. I hop off her desk and sit down in a chair.
"I just don't get why you're in such a bad mood." I try to smile and I have a feeling that it makes me look like an idiot. Fern furrows her brows. "Oh really. You have no idea?"
"Is this about Saturday?" 
"Yes, you bloody genius, of course it is. Your behaviour was beyond the pale."
"My behaviour? I was visiting an exhibition. Just like you."
"Don't give me that, August."
I stare at her. What does she want from me? I did nothing wrong goddamn.
"I was just trying to protect you, Fern. You tend to trust people too easily."
Her eyes shoot daggers at me and god, that's so sexy. Why the hell isn't she wearing that bloody skirt like I told her?
"People like you, you mean?"
Ouch. That hurts.
"I don't need you to protect me, okay? Not in a situation like this. Fuck, August. It was just a date with a harmless guy in a public place. What was he supposed to do? Kidnap me? Murder me?"
I don't know how to respond to this so I just shrug it off but the way she looks at me tells me she expects me to say something.
"I was just trying to keep my promise, Fern. You know I guaranteed your safety and I guess you have no idea how many people want to see me dead. You never know what they are up to and when someone new appears on the scene I get suspicious. This has nothing to do with you. It's just me and maybe I overshot the mark." The next words are the hardest part but I know if I want her to wear a skirt or dress ever again I have to say them. "I'm sorry."
Her face softens a little. 
"Just don't do it again, August. My private life is none of your business."
I nod and I really want to know if she's going to see him again but I don't ask.
The next few days totally suck. 
Tuesday: blue jeans and a cold shoulder. Shit.
Wednesday: skinny jeans and distant behaviour. Goddamn.
Thursday: A jumpsuit and a little smalltalk  but not much more. 
She's driving me crazy and she knows it. If she keeps on acting so stubborn she must not be surprised if I don't want her anymore. Ah fuck, who am I trying to fool. Truth is I want her more than ever. I want to fuck that distant look off her face. I want her to moan my name. I want her to obey. To give in. To acknowledge that I'm in charge.
On Friday I don't expect much, but to my big surprise and relief she shows up wearing the blue dotted dress she wore when I took her for the first time. I give her a glance when she walks past my office with swaying hips and she returns it. She even smiles at me. 
Okay, I have to get rid of Peter. Asap. I go to his office and close the door behind me.
"August?"
"Peter. Go home." 
"Excuse me?"
"Leave. Work from home today."
He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms with a frown.
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
He snorts and turns to his laptop again.
"Fuck off, August."
I roll my eyes and sigh.
"Please." I say through clenched teeth. "I need some time to talk to Fern."
"Talk, huh?"
"We had a little fight the other day and now it seems she's willing to forgive me." I know I sound desperate and Peter looks at me again. "Yeah. I know about your visit to the museum. And you think you can get back into her pants today."
She told him about it? This takes me by surprise. But I don't say a word and he knows me well enough to interpret it as a yes.
"You know my opinion on your little affair."
"I do and you know it's none of your business."
"Right." He hesitates and scratches his chin. "Well, do what you think you have to do. I'm going to have breakfast in the little cafe around the corner and try to get the number of the hot waiter. You have an hour." He gets up and grabs his wallet and his phone.
"Thanks, Pete."
"I'm not doing this for you, August. I'm doing this for our business and my future. If you and Fern don't talk you can't do your job properly and this could ruin everything we have built up yet. So get your shit together and return to normal. Whatever it takes."
He leaves and I can tell he's pissed but well, he's gone and that's all that matters. I go straight to Ferns office and now that I'm standing right in front of her I'm so aroused and full of anticipation I feel like I'm about to explode with lust and I'm sure I look like a predator. She looks at me and slowly stands up.
"You've been a really bad girl." I growl.
"Is that so?" She bats her lashes innocently. Oh, her audacity.
"Yes." I murmur. "You kept me waiting for four days."
"You deserved it." Heavens, she's really a challenge.
"I'm gonna show you what you deserve, woman."
Two wide strides and I'm standing right next to her. I grab her by her waist, spin her around and bend her over her desk before I lift her dress and rip her panties into shreds. I press her down with one hand between her shoulder blades and unzip my trousers with the other. My dick is so hard it hurts. I don't waste time. I enter her without any kind of preparation or the slightest hint of foreplay. I wanna punish her by being raw and ruthless but she won't let me. She is wet. So fucking wet and she takes me as well as usual. Sighing with lust when I stretch her pussy. Moaning when I start to fuck her deep and fast. I let out a moan too. "You're so wet. You've been looking forward to this." I hiss into her ear while railing her so hard that the desk moves under us. "I've been all wet since the moment I put on the dress." Her voice is dripping with desire. "I've missed your dick so much." 
I keep on fucking her with long, deep movements and when I slap her ass out of the blue she cries out my name. "August." She likes it, oh yes she does. She likes it a lot. I can tell by her moans that get even louder. I've never done this before though I wanted to, but I was scared she might not like it or think I'm a perv and tell me to fuck off. I move faster and we are both gasping and panting like never before. I'm close and so is she. I can feel it.
"Again." She begs. Oh how I like the sound of it.
"What did you say, pretty?"
"Again. August. Please."
"Do you think you deserve it?"
"Yes."
"You want it?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"Slap my ass, August. Please."
She's a whimpering mess now and I slap her again. Harder this time. She shrieks and it sounds incredibly hot. I go on and on and after the fifth slap I feel her come. Her walls clench around me and her legs shake. "Fuck...oh god. August…" Her sweet little cunt milks my cock and when I cum too I throw my head back and sigh her name softly  till my orgasm is over. I press a kiss on her back and give her ass a few gentle strokes to sooth the pain. I bet it stings, her cheek is crimson red. I pull out reluctantly. I feel the strange urge to stay inside of her but I fight it. She turns around and looks at me with a smirk. She licks her lips and it's obvious how much she's enjoyed this.
And so have I.
I enjoyed it and I've missed it.
I've missed her. 
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