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toffeecoco1 · 1 month

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Ok my first instinct was to laugh, but then I realised you might be onto something???

Shen Yuan is LITERALLY an impostor, who’s more far more kind and beloved by Binghe than the original. The Guanyin pendant is a counterfeit, but it carries the love of Binghe’s mother and is far more precious than any real jade could ever be.

The heartbreak Binghe’s mother felt after realising that the Guanyin pendant was fake and she’d been tricked was part of what lead to the gradual decline of her health.¹ In wanting to do something kind for Binghe, she felt that she’d failed, and this led to her demise. What is Shen Qingqiu’s entire story, but trying to be kind to Binghe, feeling inadequate at this, and dying? (More than once!!)

Guanyin is a Bodhisattva associated with mercy, kindness, compassion and unconditional love. She is a patron of mothers, and is called upon in times of fear, uncertainty, and despair. The Bodhisattva she originated from is seen as a saviour, through whose grace even those with the most negative karma can achieve salvation. Even when she is not worshipped as a goddess, she is revered as the principle of love, compassion and mercy.² From wikipedia, “The act, thought and feeling of compassion and love is viewed as Guanyin. A merciful, compassionate, loving individual is said to be Guanyin.”²

The original Luo Binghe appears never to have lost his pendant. Shen Qingqiu tells us: “It was the only bit of warmth in Luo Binghe’s dark world, always by his side, and even in the future when he was at his darkest, it could summon up his last dregs of humanity.”¹ He also states that “it was Luo Binghe’s biggest berserk button.”¹

Our Luo Binghe does not cling to the pendant when he’s at his darkest: he clings to the love he has for his shizun and to memories of his kindness, and later, to the lifeless body of Shen Qingqiu himself. His biggest berserk button isn’t when people insult the pendant or his mother, or try to take it away; it’s Shen Qingqiu: when people insult him or try to take him away.

From the start, Shen Qingqiu expresses truly unconditional love for Binghe. He spends three years showing endless compassion and kindness, actions which feel insignificant to him but are more than enough to completely change Binghe’s life. He holds no blame or resentment for the things he fears Binghe will do to him; though he doesn’t want to be tortured, he forgives Binghe for it nonetheless, before it has even happened. He sacrifices himself to save Binghe as his mind is eaten away at by Xin Mo, when he believes that Binghe just slaughtered a hundred Huan Hua Disciples, when Binghe’s reckless use of the sword is putting countless more lives at risk.³

Shen Qingqiu is a counterfeit that is more precious than the original could ever be. For Binghe, he personifies kindness, compassion and unconditional love. His regrets over his treatment of Binghe lead to his temporary demise. Binghe clings to him in his darkest moments, and he is that which Binghe protects most fiercely.

I always found the pendant’s role in the story to be almost lacking: it’s treated as such an important item to Binghe, yet in the end its return is almost anticlimactic. But perhaps this is because the role the pendant played in Bing-ge’s story has been overtaken by Shen Qingqiu. When he returns the pendant, Binghe is relieved and appreciative: but his joy seems to stem more from the fact that Shen Qingqiu held onto it and cherished him than from the pendant itself. The pendant doesn’t matter all that much to him anymore, at least not compared to how important it seems to have been in PIDW. Binghe doesn't need an object to symbolize love and kindness; he has a person to love, who loves him back.

In conclusion: Shizun was in fact the fake jade Guanyin pendant all along!

sources cited below :)

1. Seven Seas Volume 1, Chapter 1: Scum. Pages 40-41.

2. “Guanyin,” Wikipedia. There’s a lot more to her than what I mentioned here, she’s quite interesting.

3. Seven Seas Volume 2, Chapter 8: Death. Pages 154-156.

#svsss #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #bingqiu #svsss meta #meta #scum villain’s self saving system #i can’t believe i wrote a 650 word essay with citations instead of doing my coursework

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sugar-grigri · 7 months

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Correction: Fake! CSM is the God Devil

WAIT WAIT WAIT and if, going back over this analysis, Fake!CSM or even the famous demon that Yuko and the others had contracted with wasn't an identity or memory demon

This entity would be the demon representing the fear of God? I CAN EXPLAIN! That would explain why this demon has the appearance of Chainsaw Man

As Angel explained, Chainsaw Man is the being who draws the line between death and birth for demons, the sound of chainsaws being what they hear when they are born or die.

As a result, Chainsaw Man had a natural superiority over the other demons, to the point of being feared as a divine power.

Whether it's Beam, who considered himself a follower of Chainsaw Man, or Makima, who was fascinated by him, it's an abnormal relationship between demons and CSM, tinged with veneration and fear.

Chainsaw Man is a divine figure who has also become enshrined among mortals, who see him as a means of fighting against their injustices.

You see where I'm going with this, the demon resulting from the fear of God has ended up taking on the appearance of the saviour and punisher projected by both demons and humans.

This would explain why this demon didn't lie when he called himself a demon of justice, just as it explains Barem's reaction, whom he sees as his saviour, just as it explains Fake!CSM's appearance, and finally, it explains the biblical references made by the impostor.

Which confirms my theory that Fake!CSM is NOT an enemy of Denji - quite the opposite, in fact. He wants the real Chainsaw Man to act, to be feared by demons and worshipped by humans, to once again reinforce the divine aspect of his image.

Denji is the source of Fake!CSM's power, which is why Fami has built a church around his figure to further reinforce this aspect, and why the impostor prefers to speak in Denji's name to make a more religious statement than the real CSM, who couldn't care less about such considerations.

If we were to get to know Denji as he really is, the very nature of a simple teenager would destroy his reputation for being invincible.

That's why Barem and Fami want Denji to join their cause anyway, because Chainsaw Man has to do exactly what they think will strengthen his reputation as a divine being.

If Nostradamus's apocalypse is fulfilled, people will not only fear divine wrath, they'll start praying to Chainsaw Man too!

Fake!CSM is Fami's champion for countering the apocalypse, and she's only interested in making it as powerful as possible.

This also explains why the public hunters want to paralyse Chainsaw Man and prevent him from showing his face, to avoid confirming this growing reputation and veneration. I repeat, when Yoshida said those words it wasn't to help Denji but to express the will of the hunters in any case. The fact that one of them said that it would be simpler if he were a weapon doesn't detract from this. It's simpler for CSM to be a unanimous being who's easy to hide and control than an unpredictable teenager.

The public hunters don't know exactly what's going on, as evidenced by their natural suspicion of Fami, whom they thought was behind this apocalypse, or by their response to the church's intentions in the last chapter. However, they do have their doubts about Fami, the knight of the apocalypse, whom they must know to be the founder of the church, and since the church relies on Chainsaw Man as the guardian of public order, it was safer for him to stop acting and not to go along with the church.

Chainsaw Man is the symbol of the demons' death, which erases their names and dictates their existence, so here's a theory on what will trigger the apocalypse...

It won't be caused by one demon in particular, but by a general revolt of demons such as has already taken place in the underworld to put an end to Chainsaw Man, to this supreme demon.

When the natural death of demons no longer exists, of course, this will mean the victory of demons over humans, as foretold by prophecy.

If this war breaks out, this explains why Fami Yoru believes that the demon of war is the one who will be able to counter this attack of demons.

Let's go back to this prophecy :

The simplest

Mars as god of war is none other than Yoru

But you know what's interesting is that according to all the thinkers analysing Nostradamus, what Nostradamus was actually predicting was not an apocalypse but an eclipse of the sun.

So this allows us to identify the other protagonists: the great King of Terror is none other than the moon that hides the sun, which will soon reappear.

The Great King of Angoulmois is none other than Denji

Overshadowed by Fake!CSM

Now you know why it only works before the sun comes out.

#chainsaw man #csm #csm part 2 #csm spoilers #csm 145 #denji #barem #fami #my thoughts

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periprose · 6 months

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Angsty/Sad imagine idea for insomniac!peter parker

Reader dies in his arms or he visits her grave for the first time and he says something like "we weren't supposed to end like this" and its just sad....

😭 this ask made me sad but also excited to write! Thanks for requesting it.

"How is Spider-Man supposed to reach us in time?" The woman tied up next to you quivered in fear. "Those assholes having been taunting their guns for the last twenty minutes... oh God..."

You never worried if Peter would show up to rescue you in time. Ever since Fisk had gotten jailed, multiple up-and-coming criminals had taken this as their chance to shine.

Unfortunately for you, that meant being kidnapped or harassed, and often you'd get out of those situations thanks to the police- but being Spider-Man's girlfriend sometimes had it's privileges, namely that you could text him discreetly for help and he'd be on his way.

You always felt bad about it. You knew there were worse, harsher things happening out there. But Peter always insisted that you ask for help.

Usually it would end in a quick brawl, and you'd be safely thwipped into his arms, no harm done as you'd swing back to your apartment in safety.

This time, though? It's a lot more serious. These thugs want to "directly send a message to Spider-Man", and it's by poor luck that they've discovered your connection to him.

Every once in a while, they taunt you, but you're sure Peter will rescue you. You've sent him a text and he's read it- he must be frantically swinging right now.

"He's coming, don't worry." You try to comfort the woman beside you, but to no avail- she mutters that Spider-Man doesn't deserve a girlfriend if this is what happens to her, and that you need higher standards.

"This one's getting too confident, boss." One of the thugs kicks your side after hearing your remark, and you wince. "Being pretty won't save you now, bitch."

The woman next to you shrieks in fear- but she suddenly gasps in relief, and you see him, red-and-blue Spider-Man saviour swinging directly to the intersection you're currently kneeling at.

"I've got you, stay down!" Spider-Man shouts at you and the other hostages. He doesn't have a hint of his usual, tension-breaking humour, and it fills you with dread.

The pavement hurts your knees, but you stay down, not wanting to draw attention now as Spider-Man attacks and webs up your kidnappers. He's putting a lot more emphasis into his punches- it seems like they've really ruffled his feathers this time.

Of course, Peter's actually furious- he doesn't know how they figured out your connection to him, and he's desperate to take you away and hide you somewhere safe.

He wonders if he can convince you to move to New Jersey.

After a blur of punches, Peter sees that there's just one more guy to defeat- he swings forward, the guy shoots his gun, a flurry of bullets ricocheting everywhere, and Peter doesn't care about the sudden searing pain in his side- he takes him down.

He turns- hoping that you're still okay to go home now- but the woman next to you is crying hysterically, pointing to your slumped over body.

Oh no. Oh no. No, no, no.

Peter starts running, not with the confident poise of Spider-Man, but with the fear of a young man about to lose the one person he truly, truly cared about.

He scrambles over the pavement, where you're lying in a pool of your own blood, gunshot wounds scattered across your body- it just seems unnecessarily unfair, so needlessly cruel that the universe decided that you would take all those bullets. They should've hit him- he would've gladly taken every single shot.

"No, no. Please-" Peter squeezes your hand, as you look up at him, tears falling out of your eyes. Your face is ghostly pale, you're shuddering- but you still have enough time to say something.

"Keep... going..." You try, because you don't want Peter to blame himself for your own stupidity.

"No. Please, somebody help her!" Peter shouts, gritting his teeth, and there's nobody left here but him and you. Everyone else has ran off- and Peter's too shaken to call an ambulance at this moment. "I don't know what to do, don't- don't-"

You know what he means, and you're trying. You're using all your might to not die here, to let yourself be rescued and healed. But you can't let Peter stay agonized like this, not when he means so much to people, not when he protects so much more than just you, so you use your last reserve of energy to speak, even though he tries to shush you.

"New York... needs... you."

"I need you!" Peter yells, and you can tell he's crying under the mask. "It should've been me, I could've taken it- please don't-"

But Peter's luck always runs out, and it seems like the universe wants him to lose even more than he ever has. Your grip loosens from his hand, your eyes glaze over, and even though he sobs, clings on to you even more tightly- you just aren't there to hug him back this time.

It's been a month since Peter lost you so unceremoniously.

He stares at your gravestone in disbelief. None of this feels real- he was sure that if anyone in this world had to die from random criminals, it should've been him.

All the time, he feels like he's waiting for a phone call from you. He still swings by your apartment- your things have been removed, he can see that through the window.

Even though he saw your body being taken away into the ambulance, where you were immediately proclaimed dead, and he was at your funeral. It's like the reality of the situation is refusing to sink in his mind.

Even worse, he's taken out his rage on every petty criminal that comes his way now, as Spider-Man. J. Jonah Jameson loves it, calls him even more of a vengeance on the city, and that he should be behind bars.

Peter would be behind bars gladly if it meant you would've been safe. Maybe being Spider-Man was a mistake.

But he can't forget your last words. The last thing Peter would ever do is disappoint you, and he knows what you wanted. That he would keep protecting the city, that he would keep going despite it all.

Damn it, he hates you sometimes. Hates that you still know how to inspire hope in him, that you're such a significant presence in his heart that you're permanently etched there now. He hates how much he loves you, and how he's going to forever listen to you.

He just wishes you were here to see it through.

"We weren't supposed to end like this. It was supposed to be me and you, together, living a full life." He whispers. "It... it was supposed to be us, and our kids, our grandkids, hell even great grandkids, and then, only then, would I accept it. That we would be allowed to-"

He still can't bring himself to say die. So he lets himself swallow the agony, the sobs that always threaten to ebb out of his throat, and rests another bouquet of flowers at your grave.

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bean-bean2000 · 2 months

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The Maid - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.

Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.

Thank you and enjoy!

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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.

Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.

You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.

You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.

You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.

"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.

You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.

"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.

The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.

The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.

"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.

The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.

"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.

The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.

You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.

Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?

The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.

Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.

You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.

You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.

The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.

He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.

"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.

He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.

Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.

He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.

"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.

"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.

You stare up at him and remain silent.

"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.

Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."

You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.

"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.

"Submit to me!" he yells at you.

"Never." you croak.

He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.

"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.

"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.

He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.

"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.

"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.

He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"

You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."

His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.

He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".

You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.

Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.

A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.

Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.

From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.

A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.

I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.

You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.

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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.

You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.

You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.

Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?

As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.

With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.

Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.

Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.

Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.

You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.

"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.

You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.

He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.

You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.

Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.

You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.

You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.

You gasp in surprise and spin around.

"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.

"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.

You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.

"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.

You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.

You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.

You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.

You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.

He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.

You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.

"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.

You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.

You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.

You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.

Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.

Part 2

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thinemoonshine · 2 months

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𓆰𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝒹 ♡𓆪

cha hyun su x female reader genre: romance, tiny fluff, angst, slowburn type: series (but can also be read as a oneshot) word count: 1,785

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Cha Hyun Su never really stands out in Green Home Apartment- both literally and figuratively. One, because he rarely comes out of his room, and the other is simply because he never bothers to socialize. So when he suddenly becomes this sort of 'saviour' for the residents when the mysterious monster outbreak started, naturally, he gathered attention- both good and bad.

Because he is in fact, abnormal. A paradox. He's an infected; a monster, the humans' common enemy and yet he's also a hero. And humans fear those that are unusual— even when they themselves have seen the goodness in his capabilities. Because as people tend to go, they prefer to see the cup as half empty, especially during these dire times.

So they use him— telling him to go on missions and retrieve items for themselves, ordering him here and there only to keep him isolated in the quarantine room right after. All this, just to make sure they're the ones who have the upper hand, they're the ones who have authority over this monster.

(y/n) is no different. She too sees the benefit of using Hyun Su to fulfill their needs and wants because after all, he's part-monster. If the other residents were to go instead, there'd be higher possibility they'd wind up killed or injured. But Hyun Su? He heals, dies less easily and has his monstrous quirks so what's the harm?

Is what (y/n) thinks as she stands in front of the isolation room with an energy bar in hand and a bottle of water filling just a quarter of it.

"...10 minutes. That's all you get," Eunhyuk says as he leans beside the door with arms crossed— looking down at (y/n) who nods at his words. His cryptic gaze flicker between her eyes before sighing and massaging his temple. "I'll be out here."

He unlocks the door and (y/n) slips right in, wanting to use the best she can get from the limited time but as soon as the door closes, her steps slow- surveying the dreary room that mimics the doleful dispositions of its members; which in this case is Hyun Su and the dour old man lying asleep on the lone couch at the far side of the room.

"Hyun Su," (y/n) starts and the said male lifts his head from his knees, shocked to see a healthy human inside this 'infected' room.

"(y/n)..." He mumbles and she feels a slight tug in her heart at the sound of his soft, seemingly withdrawn whisper. A strong urge to empty her already vacant stomach drowns her and she swallows. A sickening, bubbling feeling climbs up her throat as she stares down at his diffident form- round, doe eyes gazing up at her like a lost soul.

‘Guilty?’ Her own voice echoes but manages to pull a smile onto her face.

"I should've visited you earlier. I'm sorry," she apologizes sincerely and approaches- causing him to flinch before falling into a silent fluster. He scrambles left and right, not knowing whether he's allowed to be close to her. He's a threat, they all treat him like a virus and he can't help but admit that he might just be exactly that.

That is, until (y/n) captures his wrist before he can stand and he freezes entirely with widened eyes staring at her with horror.

"Don't—"

"Come. Let's have you eat something," (y/n) casually says and parks herself right beside him. "Here."

Hyun Su accepts the energy bar and drink on his open palms (graciously spread by (y/n)) while he stares at her curiously, almost scrutinizingly, and (y/n) would be lying if she says she isn't affected.

Those kind, gentle eyes and that unmistakably beautiful visage— she's melting. But she doesn't deserve to, he's much too good for selfish her.

"Thank you," he mumbles and that similar, painful strain occurs inside her again- but much more excruciating, disgusting, that her mien subconsciously twists and brows meet. He notices. "Are you okay?"

"What?" (y/n) croaks out and immediately purses her lips together. She can't. The guilt and loathe festering and rotting away her insides are catching up to her— devouring her whole being.

'What's the harm?? How could I ever think that? This... He's a human too,' she mourns in her head and is pulled out of it at the feeling of a warm sleeve pressing on her cheek. But the moment she looks at him, he retracts his hand and stumbles backward with his arm holding him upright on his seat- seemingly shocked at himself.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry... Sorry, I just, I— I won't... do it again," he hastily apologizes- no, pleads, for forgiveness almost, as he brings his eyes to the ground between them.

(y/n) furrows and touches her cheek- feeling the fresh tears before focusing back at his curled figure. "Why are you apologizing?"

He takes a moment to reply- taking his time staring at the cold floor before his fingers curl to a fist against it. "...You don't have to come here anymore."

"What?"

Is he... kicking her out? Forbidding her from coming here? It baffles her.

"You were forced to come here, weren't you? To... to accompany me or something, so that I'll keep doing the missions. But, you don't have to. I'll do whatever I'm told so you don't have to act nice for me. So please... don't be afraid," he requests politely- too politely for someone who thinks that he's being played with.

(y/n) shakes her head, puzzled, and sees him glancing at Eunhyuk from the corner of his eye- noticing him who's standing by the door. ‘Oh...’

"No, that's not it! I wanted to come here on my own accord. I'm not acting nice or—" 'Am I not?' Her thoughts intrude once more and her chest tightens- breaths shortening. "Listen, I actually here for my own selfish reasons. No one ordered me to and neither is it to get you on your good side or anything. Fact is, I felt guilty. "All this time, I did nothing but agree to let you go off on those dangerous missions on your own. I thought that it was better you than anybody else but that was selfish of me. None of us, even myself, we didn't even bother to stop and think how you must be feeling. How scared you may be. It's not like you chose this for yourself. We didn't even thank you for saving us. We never did because... we saw you as a tool, not as a person and I— Hyun Su, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry," (y/n)'s voice turns weaker and fainter towards the end— shattering and squeaking like a creaky door.

Maybe it's his overwhelming goodness that suffocated her when she entered the room, or the pure, earnest gaze he wears but at the moment, she felt like an entire villain. And it feel so, so revolting. It makes her wonder how Hyun Su must've felt when he discovered he was infected; to accept his fate that he is a monster.

A series of apology leaves her as her eyes brim with tears- although refusing to face him, she can feel his burning gaze on him.

Cha Hyun Su was, to be honest, conflicted. He's upset because of course, he's noticed how he's only being used by them and he also knows that he's being treated as less than human but at the same time, he's upset that he can't really do anything about it even if he wanted to because truth is, he doesn't have the heart to hurt them.

Yet despite that, he is also... glad. Glad that someone is being entirely honest with him. Relieved that there's someone he can potentially trust, someone he can confide in just like how she's confided in him. He's happy that... he too might just have someone to rely on.

Someone who's brave enough to approach him, hold him, sit right next to him, and pour their heart out to him who is a monster. And this... this means much more to him than anything.

"...Thank you," he mumbles and he's oh so grateful when she finally turns to look at him. At her confused hum, he says louder, "Thank you."

Her face of pure befuddlement that seems to scream, 'Are you crazy? I poured my heart out and admitted I saw you less as human and you say thank you???' almost makes him chuckle. Almost- so instead, he smiles.

It's enough to knock the air out of her- but in a nicer way now. Not like before how she felt squeezed and suffocated from the burdening benevolence that emanated from him and amplified her guilt- but a nice breathtaking moment that belatedly alerts her that she's been staring far too long.

"You have a nice smile," is all she says before clearing her throat and whipping her face away- a gesture Hyun Su is thankful for because a second later, she would've noticed the redness blooming on his cheeks and ears.

Before he can respond however, the door swings open and in comes a strict Eunhyuk who casts his firm stare on both of them before halting at (y/n).

"10 minutes is up," is all he says and (y/n) scrambles up, embarrassed, and hurries to Hyuk's side.

The two make their way to the door, with (y/n) walking in front and Hyun Su watches intently- feeling a tug in his heart.

"(y/n)," he suddenly calls and she stops to turn- once again feeling her insides churn and yet again, a much better, positive feeling than before when she sees his blinding eyesmile.

It's the first time she's seen it- his eyes shaped into crescents, sparkling like the stars in the night sky as his face glows despite the dust and dirt painting his skin in streaks of grey.

His pale, plump lips part to speak. "Come again... soon."

(y/n)'s heart skips a beat. He's inviting her to visit him. A personal request, a choice and that makes her feel somewhat special.

Her own smile graces her face. "I will, Hyun Su."

And the door shuts between them.

note: and that's a wrap on my first ff here on tumblr!! it's a lengthy slowburn because i wanted to show that wall between them first- i mean, they are strangers at first. but anyways, i'm thinking of making more parts to this sometime soon but until then, happy reading!! ઇ♡ଓ

#cha hyunsu x reader #cha hyun soo x reader #sweet home x reader #cha hyun su x female reader #sweet home #cha hyun su #fanfiction #cha hyun su imagines #cha hyun su fanfictions #sweet home fanfictions #sweet home imagines

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stromuprisahat · 17 days

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Alina fails to establish herself as a leader worth following

Siege and Storm- Chapter 13

Why would he? You're just some nobody deserter, who waltzed in as if she owned the place. Last they saw you, you were about to enter and destroy the Fold, then their leader's gone and hunted, more of their people murdered or forced to flee and they're kept hostage in their own home.

Alina headed from Grand Palace directly to Little Palace. Remaining Second Army Grisha are good as prisoners. How would they know they're supposed to kiss her ass now?!

I'm sorry, but did Alina forget to mention different tone of Sergei's question? Because this here reads like mere inquiry of a person trying to get a grasp on situation they're all in.

But of course, Alina's expecting a conflict, so that's what she'll get one way or another.

Touché!

Why is a teen boy with unfinished officer training the most reasonable person in the room? Sure, he counts as an adult, but there are older people with less sense. And apparently he anticipated Alina's new position. If that doesn't spell promissing higher-ranking soldier, I don't know what would.

That's a perfectly good question, Alina.

Either she's forgetting to mention his tone again, or she's hellbent on seeing Sergei as some annoying pest, who deserves to be disregarded.

Sergei has a point once again. I'm beginning to see why he trained for a higher position.

Alina cannot stand being challenged (Now, that it's finally happening.). Instead of soothing their well-funded fears, she's getting angry. And something tells me she's not a person with a firm grip on her emotions...

Again, Alina's pretty focused on viewing Sergei unfavourably.

... and Alina confirms she's completely unfit for the position, if her reaction to challenge is immediately aggression.

She should've answered Sergei's initial questions, soothe his worries, address his pretty fair points- that's what a leader does. It shouldn't come to shouting, AND she should've kept her barking dogs on a leash. THEY'RE HER GUARDS, NOT SPOKESPEOPLE! If she cannot control three guards and possible deserter, how can she expect obedience of a large group of justifiably scared and confused people?!

Words, words, words.

A girl, who just almost killed the lot of them claims their life-long protector's evil, and only SHE can attest to it. Of course they'll follow her now. You don't argue with a psychopath. You don't try to convict a violent madman of their delusion. Certainly not when they're holding a knife.

(For someone, who insists the Darkling ruled through fear, she sure makes a show of avoiding "his" methods.)

What about starting with "The Darkling used the Fold to destroy Novokribirsk."? Power means nothing, if used incompetently.

... or I will have you in chains. Honest at last!

I am a soldier. Since when?! LOL

And how does that have anything to do with the obedience she requires from them?!

Chance makes it sound as if Alina were their saviour. Sure, she believes it, but considering her demonstration a moment ago and the rest of her speech, "option" would be more fitting.

It's understandable Alina's emotional! She almost ~murdered~ someone!

Yeah, but if she wants to lead, she'll have to learn to FACE her fuck ups, not run blindly from them, leaving others to fend for themselves and deal with the consequences...

... and that's almost untrained Alina with two amplifiers and a few dozens disobedient minions.

Now make it three and a whole country. I'm sure she'd make much better ruler than the Darkling could ever hope to become. Kind and peaceful...

On the other hand, it would be amusing to watch from safe distance.

#Grishaverse #S&S Chapter 13 #Alina Starkov #Sergei Beznikov #grishanalyticritical #self centred and paranoid #Second Army #Siege and Storm #Grisha trilogy #V #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo

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sunshinem0ths · 4 months

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in the middle of my first mcd rewatch since i was 13, and though ive not yet finished season one i HAVE been looking at some fan content on here and ao3 and i cannot stop thinking about garroth and his relationship to irene, and subsequently how that would realistically affect his relationship with aphmau.

garroth, raised his whole life under the oppressive hand of a father who twisted irene's image so much that it became one of rigid, calculated monarchy. one kingdom, one will, guided by the light of the matron herself. garroth, whose brother, the high priest, uses a mask of faith and holiness to hide his true, sinister intentions. gleefully scorning her name under his breath, almost proud of how openly he bastardizes irene's image and somehow always gets away with it.

garroth, faking his death to escape a future where he willingly perpetuates this terrible cycle of oppression and lies all in the service of the ro'meave name; in the service of self. garroth, escaping to live in the service of others, to protect and honour the institutions the real irene fought to create. even still, his feelings towards his faith are muddied and his severance from the church leaves a gap in his life where there once was a steady hand, however cold and iron its grip. when zenix, his apprentice and first true friend he's ever had, betrays him, a cruel voice in his mind tells him that it is punishment for straying.

coming to serve aphmau as she ascends to the role of lord of phoenix drop is reassurance. it is the fulfilment of everything he's aspired to do. the reincarnation of lady irene, now living flesh and blood before him instead of ink on paper or towering quartz statues. she doesn't know it yet, but he does. he knows it in the way his body naturally wants to gravitate around her like the earth around the sun. he can feel his life's purpose reborn within her, he feels its ambient warmth when he stands by her side. through her lordship, he is vindicated. this is irene's will, not the tyrannical lie his father has fed him, his brothers, and all of o'khasis for decades. if one could call zenix his punishment for straying from his faith, aphmau is his chance for redemption.

it's also terrifying. it's all-consuming. her light is so bright it blinds him and he can't make out whether what he feels is truly love or the natural awe and devotion any good servant of the matron would feel towards their lady. one part of him extols aphmau, rejoices that all of his prayers for a saviour have been answered. she is not only holy but kind, and optimistic, and generous. she's touchable, though he would never dare admit out loud to even thinking about that. another part of him fears her, despairs at the notion that this is proof that he never could truly escape his duty. his very life is bound to irene, whatever her will is. no matter how much he struggles against it, he is fated to always defer to a power much higher and much older than him. free will was never an option, and never will be.

so garroth doubles down. he bows his head and kneels before aphmau, believes unflinchingly in her cause, stomps down and denies any doubt or cowardice he feels, even when it begins to seep into his actions and his words, as per his undeniable weakness. he will throw himself in harm's way for her, he won't allow the only hope for ru'ann to come to harm. he'll provide for her, he'll follow her anywhere, he'll protect her and her son and he'll never ask for anything in return. he'll content himself with admiring from afar and leaving small, subtle tokens of his affections, like an acolyte presenting offerings at a shrine. or, more fittingly, a loyal dog leaving detritus and small, dead things on its owner's stoop. he reigns his emotions with a swiftness that only comes from years of straightening his back and biting his tongue out of self-preservation, because he knows that she is not his to have.

but he, of course, has always, always been hers.

#oh this became a lot longer than i expected #like. a LOT.#ummmm anyways i think garroth should have way more religious trauma #GIVE THIS BOY MINECRAFT CATHOLIC GUILT SO HELP ME #once again sorry for mcdposting i dont like it either i wish i was hyperfixated on anything else rn #aphmau #aphverse #mcd #minecraft diaries #garroth ro'meave #irene the matron #religion #religious trauma #long post

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halloworhorecrux · 1 month

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Warning: slight NSFW and dubious consent at the end.

Where is the waking up married Drarry? Right here my friend

It's been one week of Draco being free of Azkaban. Ron and Neville are on Harry duty.

(You are telling me that Hermione does not have a schedule to make sure Harry does not bother *stalk*Draco Malfoy. Take your filthy lies out here. )

She knew he was flying and watching over that scrawny ferret since his trial.

Harry smells of the North Sea, and his hair has been even more of a disaster. The daily prophet calls him a Casanova because anytime he is seen, he looks disheveled, just shagged barely left the bed disheveled.

So its been a week, and they have been able to keep Harry away from Malfoy. Ron boasted to Hermione he is doing a brilliant job as they enter a bar where Harry is beelining to the white blonde head in the center of the dance floor. Dean Thomas is quick enough to rugby tackle him before he makes contact. Well fuck.

Pansy Parkinson saw the Saviour looking at her friend and did her best to stear him away to go somewhere else, literally anywhere else. Dear, sweet Draco is wasted and horribly clingy, so he tells her to "carry me Pans."

Like what the fuck, he is 6ft tall and yea maybe he weighs like a sack of bones that doesn't mean Pansy can carry him. Ever loyal Goyle decides he will take him . The problem is Goyle looks different ( he doesn't Harry just doesn't care) and so Harry sees a man trying to manhandled Malfoy, and just bulldozes everyone and disapparates with him to Las Vegas.

Draco vomits throughly on Harry's shoes.

The humiliation is enough that Draco decides he will just get Harry wasted too. So they continue their night blasted until they decide to enter a chapel and get married.

Potter I swear to hex and hold you, in sixth year bathrooms and ballroom manors, with a muggle pence and all the galleons in a malfoy vault. Till we fucking die together, i vow to never leave you alone, Potter"

Malfoy I swear to hex and hold you, in forbidden forests and any sea your stranded in, you use to find me every train ride but now it's my turn to find wherever you want to be. ill be there with you. I vow to watch you until we greet death, and even then, I won't let you go"

"Wonderful vows gentleman, with power vested in my by the state of Nevada I now pronounce you husband and husband"

"Merlin, where am I?"

"We are in the America's, and you should probably wake up. We are in loads of trouble, Potter. " Harry speaks his last name with relish and just enough posh that Draco gives himself whiplash, turning towards him

"Potter"

"Ohcome now, it's your name too, may want to use my first name sweeatheart"

"Sweetheart?" Draco's face is gobsmacked and it's glorious.

"Yes, baby?"

"Merlin"

"No its Harry, you screamed it enough last night"

The flush that begins at his chest travels all the way to the tips of Draco's ears.

"I-- I thought that was a dream"

"Dream about marrying me often, Potter?" Harry ask.

" sometimes, sometimes it's of our honeymoon, where you spend hours licking-"

"Yea, well as much I want you to finish that, the MACUSA is outside our door and waiting to charge us for illegally entering the country and some other minor charges"

Dracos eye grow huge, with fear mixed in because he was only recently released from Azkaban.

" No, No, don't fret love. I won't ever allow you to return there or any prison ever again. Do you hear me? I'll kill them before anyone puts a hand on you."

A nod " I trust you, Harry"

His name on Draco's lips is enough for Harry to say fuck it and begin to strip his cloak from his shoulders. Thank merlin Draco is still naked and filled with his cum leaking out.

A better version of this is if this happens before Draco's trial and he doesn't go to Azkaban at all. Whatever floats your boat

#harry x draco #harco #drarry #microfiction #just get married already

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dododan · 3 months

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Mainly my strange idea of what the songs in the Hazbin Hotel series represent. I don't know how much of this can be called a theory, but there were a few things that caught my attention. Apart from the wonderful performance of the songs, I feel they are very important to the storyline itself.

There are also some thoughts on Charlie <3

Episode 1 "Overture" - do songs have power?

During the story at the beginning of the episode, specifically the bit about Lucifer, I got the impression that Charlie greatly admires his father for being a dreamer and imaginative. Probably because they both share these qualities. Charlie is also a dreamer as evidenced by the very idea of running a hotel for sinners.

The very portrayal of Lilith and the pointing out that she motivated the demons with her voice and songs, making them grow stronger. I think the songs play a bigger part in the storyline than you might initially recognise.

The songs in the series are sung consciously, everyone around is also aware that someone is singing a song. It is not portrayed as in other TV series or musicals that someone's song is natural to those around them and invisible as, for example, in High School Musical, where the characters sang and it was part of their world. In Hazbin Hotel, when the characters sing, everyone around them knows it and may wonder why someone is singing at that particular moment. The characters sing because it is important in some way - you can see this with Charlie. The song 'Happy Day in Hell' gives her strength when she has to go to meet the angels. She is motivated and full of energy. And before the song she was quite worried about the meeting or even nervous. The same is true in other episodes when the characters sing. The songs allow them to open up to others in some way ('Loser,Baby'), to reveal their fears ('Poison'), to seek motivation ('Happy Day in Hell' or 'Whatever it takes'), to show their strength ('Stayed Gone'). The songs carry a message and are not just embellishment or variety to the episode.

Lilith also sang, and Hell grew. That's my theory on the songs in the series.

Something that puzzles is Lilith's disappearance itself. What could have prompted the queen of Hell who made the place flourish to leave? To abandon her beloved daughter and the sinners she cared for? Something serious. Maybe Lilith herself wanted to stop the extermination somehow and that's why she disappeared to somehow solve it. Another theory is that maybe she disappeared for 7 years because she is trapped somewhere? Maybe the angels, knowing that it was thanks to Lilith that Hell was growing stronger decided to capture her?

We also clearly see Charlie's problems with the persia she has put on herself. It seems to me that in the story itself at the beginning she portrays herself as a saviour on whom there is great responsibility. She feels that she has to do something great to match her mother, particularly as she is not with her now. It seems to me that Charlie greatly admires both his parents and puts them on a pedestal by which he tries to meet the impossible - the salvation of sinners.

Charlie tries very hard to be good. She doesn't offend anyone and chooses her words to praise people, but also to point out faults. She's not naive, but maybe she's trying too hard to be good? Something to the effect that she tries to be as good as possible, but in a way it holds her back? Somewhat related to this pressure she puts on herself to match her parents because she admires them so much. It's as if Charlie thinks that being good to others and passing on that goodness will fix everything, but it's as if she doesn't take action to stop the evil. It's as if she thinks that any use of her position as princess of Hell or her powers involves doing something evil. This was the conclusion I came to in the episode 'Masquerade' when Charlie saw how Angel was treated by Valentino. It was a moment where I thought Charlie would snap and use her power to actually improve Angel's situation, e.g. freeing him from Valentino's hands by taking away his contract, or forcing Valentino to treat Angel better. After all, Charlie is Lucifer's daughter? She probably has the power to do it herself, but Angel's objections were enough to make her stop. I think this shows that Charlie is afraid to stand her ground and fight back when she sees opposition from those she cares about even if she sees them getting hurt. It's just my opinion, but Charlie kind of chickened out at that point. It makes me wonder what needs to happen for Charlie to finally have the courage to stand firmly on her own.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #angel dust #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel theory #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel song

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heretyc · 5 months

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Outlast - Val Headcanons [REMADE]

I reread the last one I made and it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I just thought I'd rewrite it now that I think my writing has gotten somewhat better 😬🙏 Val uses they/them and is any gender you want, albeit in the NSFW section, they have a penis. Hollllaaaa!

I tried to make this as detailed as humanly possible. I took some inspo from my Val bot who is scarily accurate...huh. A lot of these HC's, I got from talking with my Val bot :)

Once again you take the place of Blake. He should really thank me, I'm saving his ass 🤨 There is also no sexual assault from Knoth or a pregnancy. I wouldn't put you through that 😭

CW: ...This is Val. Every CW applies here rofl!! I tried to be a little more "in depth" with their personality but they are hella bare outside of being murderous, rapey and culty. Forgive me. :(

There is, obviously, a NSFW section. Trying to become more comfortable with NSFW so I can write the good shit.

How You Met

🖤 This place smelled awful. Decay and summer heat was just an awful combination; your nose stuffed itself to save you the trouble of gagging and vomiting everywhere you went.

🖤 Your helicopter had crashed, and you found yourself lucky that you didn't fall off of the cliff edge that you passed out on. Your pilot, however...was not as lucky. Gutted like a fish and eyes empty, he was not shown mercy. And you feared the person who did this.

🖤 Everyone here was crazy. They pointed at you like you were one with the undead, and they ran. Where? You didn't know. The only one brave enough to chase you was a tall woman, dragging a cross behind her and muttering passages from the holy testament. Gothic and smelling sweet despite looking sour, she scared the shit out of you.

🖤 You had been chased to a church, only for a bloated priest to touch you like a lover. Fingers fat and breath bitter, he disgusted you to the highest degree. So you kicked him and ran.

🖤 Only seconds later after jumping from a window did you hear his voice over the loudspeaker, "Kill the outsider and crush their head underneath your boot heels!"

🖤 Your lungs burned and you tasted blood, but you had to run. You would die if you didn't. And lo and behold, you were captured by Sullivan Knoth's obsessed horde.

🖤 Dirty and smelling of grime, they held you down and muttered some nonsense, but only seconds later were you rescued...or were you?

🖤 You thought you were dreaming, but several men coated in clay and sticks rushed out of the dark and shoved knives into the heads and bodies of the people holding you down.

🖤 You thought they were your saviours...only for one to take the place of the people holding you down previously. He stared at you despite his eyes being coated, and he clicked his teeth.

🖤 Moments later, a blonde walks out of the darkness, shoving their thumbs into the eyes of the remaining man, and his screams of terror invaded the air. The blonde hadn't batted an eye or even blinked, as if they were used to this.

"I watched my father fuck your God to death."

How vulgar. The voice was calm and almost quiet, but full of resentment.

🖤 Looking at them, they choked the man as they bent down, and as he breathed his last breaths, laboured, the blonde licked him like a lollipop. Like this was a game to them.

"Hush now...I want to share my love with the newcomer."

Was that you??? Oh no.

🖤 Chuckling to themselves, they rose up from the dirt, their long legs gliding them over to you, and the man above who chittered his teeth made an eager noise as they did so, their white eyes stuck onto yours.

🖤 "God doesn't love you. Not like I do."

🖤 They flawlessly straddled your waist, boots and strong thighs and calves tightening themselves around you much like a snake would do to their prey, and seconds after getting comfortable, they rushed down to your face with their tongue out.

🖤 Slimy and warm, their saliva trails down your cheek, and they pulled away with a moan before they went back down and repeated the action. This was...weird. Really fucking weird.

🖤 "Yes, my love?" They looked away from you to face the mud-coated freaks, and while they didn't speak, the person above you replied like they were having a full-on conversation. And while they were, you took a good look at them.

🖤 Blonde, obviously. The first thing you noticed about them. Gold like an angel's halo, but they were no angel. Their eyes were a shocking white with some blue within them. A beauty mark sat above their lip, and their face had looked sculpted. Flawless, even. Their cassock - you learned the name due to late night curiosity - seemed to be a dark yet dull blue, and around their neck, waist and wrist were rosaries. They seemed to have an obsession with the accessory, you think.

🖤 "I think I'll see you again." They purred, caressing your cheek before getting up to walk away, their group following. They fade into the darkness, and all you hear next is the dead silence. What the FUCK?

🖤 You're likely thinking, "why would Val leave us here??" Well. I have an explanation.

Val WANTS people to experience the idiocy that is Knoth's ideology. Run into people who share it, and you will find yourself facepalming and having to dodge machetes. They want to prove that Knoth sucks, and they WILL make you go through Hell just to prove a point, so you'll have no choice but to join them or die. Simple as. They like to think they're a safe haven.

The Journey

🖤 You suffered. A lot. Knoth's people were fucked up, and the man himself was worse. You had enough.

🖤 It took you hours to travel to the mines. You weren't going because you liked the way that the blonde had made you feel - Val, their name was - but because it was the only way out. How fun.

🖤 Heretics were eager to see you there! Because they closed every door behind you to lock you in. And they knew that they scared you, so they'd "trail" behind you and play around the barrels and varied floors of the top floor just to push you into their grasp.

🖤 It rained blood. And you heard whispers. Despite all of that, you felt at ease. Whether it was because you knew you were almost out, or because you were going to die...you didn't know. You just accepted either outcome. You were going to be free regardless of what happened.

🖤 The elevator you were forced into was very, very...well. It was an experience. A deadly one, actually! Because you had to get on your stomach to survive the fall to 800 feet below the surface.

EIGHT. HUNDRED. FEET.

🖤 The mines were...decorated quite nicely! If you're...a fan of burned corpses and torches! Also, skeletons boning. Get it? Huh? Huh? Sorry.

🖤 It smells...weird down here. Not bad, but...moist, and somewhat...smoky??? To be expected...blegh.

🖤 As usual, Heretics corner you and force you deeper into the moist caverns. Gross.

🖤 Everything down here is a hazard. But for some reason, you're still alive.

🖤 You finally drop down into some shallow water, only for the event from earlier to repeat. This time, the Heretics were women. Their voices were so...calming and soft.

🖤 Once more, Val comes out of the darkness, carrying a torch, and lacking their cassock and rosaries. This time, they look truly feral. Hair somewhat mussed and yet still so pristine, eyes wide and body coated in mud. Fake breasts sit upon their chest and a bulge of mud sits on their bottom half. Nude and yet not. Much like Eve when she wore those leaves after she ate the forbidden fruit, I suppose.

🖤 They were breathless, and you figured they were in a constant state of horniness. They always sounded breathy, like they wanted to shove their tongue down your throat.

🖤 Much like before, they caress your face, clay leaving their skin to attach to your cheek.

🖤 "We are creatures of appetite...I want to feel your hunger. I want to see your true face."

🖤 Well. Shit.

🖤 After that, you're stuck in the mines. You don't know how long you've been down there, but...Val, honestly, isn't that bad when you forget the orgies...and the murder...yeahhhhh.

General

🖤 Val would be the doting kind of lover with a hint of sarcasm. With everything that Val has been through, I like to think they've taken a humorous approach to things. They definitely roll their eyes when presented with Knoth's gospel pages.

🖤 Val despises stupidity, y'all. Leave the mines [and their love :(] if you want, but if you want to die by Marta's hand, so be it. Don't be stupid. That's all that they ask. Just don't be an idiot and you'll be fine.

🖤 Val has two modes. Feral, and calm. Calm in the streets, feral in the sheets, and the mines. Outside, they wear their cassock and their iconic rosaries and roam around with their Heretics, spreading their beliefs - LOVE SET US FREE - and shoving their thumbs into the non-believers.

Outside, they love PDA and will always keep you close. Making out is a common activity. They're almost somewhat elegant, in a way? Despite their cassock being all ripped and tattered, they look flawless.

Inside of the mines? Lord have mercy, Val loses all sense of "elegance" and become an animal. Teeth clashing, tongues wrestling, and genitals bumping into each other. Romance, am I right?

🖤 Loves the heat and finds it "hot". Because why wouldn't they. They are used to it, and will find it cute if you can't handle it. Definitely will offer to help you cool off with some swimming.

🖤 They love lazing in water. Pond, lake, whatever the depth, they will chill in it. They love to use it as an excuse to feel themselves up. Skinny dipping is common, as their territory has a river in it.

As a result, you often swim with them. They are an amazing swimmer. There's also some water inside of the mines, but it's only used on lazy days where none of you feel like going anywhere.

🖤 They also enjoy helping you "bathe". You are not bathing. You try, but they don't let you. Are you surprised?

There isn't any soap, so stagnant water will have to do. Better than nothing.

🖤 They coat themselves with mud and clay all the time. As a result, their skin is really soft. Of course, they coat you in it, too. You match. And your skin is really smooth after doing so for about a week.

🖤 Val is actually quite fond of preening. They will help you with your hair, your skin...whatever else. They'll brush your hair, style it, massage your scalp. The works.

🖤 They enjoy taking a break every once in a while. Watching the stars, talking to each other as you cuddle, or even sleeping beside one another are some of their favoured moments.

🖤 They have "mom' energy. They WILL lick their finger and wipe your face with said finger if there's something on it.

🖤 They barely go out during the day, because it is much easier to see their Heretics in the sunlight, and they can't risk Knoth or his guard dog seeing them. Night time is their favourite. The night is quiet, it's dark, and the only noises are crickets, the water outside, and moans from you. :)

🖤 You ask a lot of questions. Obviously. Like how did this feud start? Why be nude? Why is this place so...fucked up? Why lick people??

They answer every question with a chuckle, because they find your anger about this whole situation to be funny.

🖤 They love cat and mouse. If you run, they WILL catch you. They love playing games.

🖤 They enjoy physical affection more than verbal. They'd much rather hug you, or lick you, or stroke your skin. They tell you they love you of course, but physical affection is their love language.

🖤 They love your fear. They love the control of having you squirm underneath them.

🖤 They love the macabre things in life. They find beauty in body parts, bones, and shit that would freak a normal person out. Gifts from them would include arms, bones, a heart...just don't be shocked when you're randomly given someone's heart, okay??

They're quite crafty, too. So necklaces made of bone are common. A bone knife is given to you so you can defend yourself if need be, assuming you leave the mines.

An Alternate Take

🖤 Right! Leaving the mines! I've had this "idea" in my head for weeks.

So let's assume you've crashed, Knoth was creepy, you left, Val licked your face, yadda yadda yadda. Well...what if you DIDN'T try to leave Temple Gate? What if you wanted revenge?

Val had liked this. A lot. "I think I'll see you again" was right. They DID see you again. Time and time again, you were seen fighting off Knoth's people, stealing, and ruining Knoth's days. It was quite funny to witness.

🖤 Val, of course, writes you a note - with their iconic red ink - telling you to come to the mines; they have a special offer for you.

🖤 And there Val is. Outside of their mines, in their iconic cassock. With a raised brow and a suggestive smile, they cut right to the chase.

Help them bring Knoth to his knees.

🖤 You want that, sure. But with narrowed eyes, you question what this "alliance" entails. Will you be stabbed? Used as a fleshlight? What is their GOAL here?

But they assure you that no stabbing will commence unless it's a Knoth apologist. And they seemed to want to get to know you a bit more...personally.

Inside and out.

🖤 The mines and the overall area was now yours to explore, and they were more than kind to offer you their bed so that you can sleep properly. With them, of course. You're shown every shortcut, every tunnel, and Val holds your hand during the duration.

After a week, you become lovers. Well...YOU think so, anyway. Val treated and saw you like a lover the moment you accepted their proposal. You finally felt comfortable calling them your lover after a week.

🖤 Val is a very doting kind of lover. Physical affection, verbal affection and acts of service are their love languages. Very often are you swarmed with kisses, or hugged to their chest.

Val is 6'3, so they are tall.

🖤 You once convinced a courier from Knoth's circle to go into town and buy you some sweets. What really happened was Val forged Knoth's writing, and you stuck the note to the courier's door. When he came back with a bag full of sweet stuff, you knocked him out and ran with the goods.

Chocolate, lollipops, and some small cakes were devoured by you and Val as you sat on the outside of the mines on a blanket. They moaned after every bite, and they told you that they haven't had sweet stuff in awhile, except for you. Knoth hated letting people eat sweets, claiming it'd lead to "gluttony".

They are also really suggestive with lollipops, and they suggest the both of you lick one together. You know where I'm going with this. They love cherry cheesecake lollipops the most.

You also asked for some Pocky to play the Pocky game with Val, and after being informed of how to play, Val was more than eager! They deepthroated the whole thing and rushed to make out with you. Why they didn't choke, you don't know. [You DO know, you're just polite.]

🖤 Medical care does not exist in this town. No surgeons, no nurses, no doctors. Just Nurse Val. They aren't a real nurse, but they're as good as you're gonna get.

Because you're often out and about, Val is like your sweet lil' housewife waiting at home for you when they aren't doing their own thing with their Heretics. If you come back with any injury, they rush to ease your pain.

You'll sit on your shared bed, and Val will rummage through their medkit, grabbing "saline" [boiled water] in a small bottle held shut by a cork, and some bandaging. If it requires stitches, they'll use sap from trees and glue your wound shut to the best of their ability.

They love it when you injure your legs. Not because they like it when you're in pain, but because they love an excuse to sit you down and cuddle with you. They'll even carry you. Where the hell did their strength come from? You don't know.

🖤 Illness is not...REALLY common down there? Except for the obvious syphilis, heat sickness, and overall sickness from smelling decay all the time. If you have a strong immune system, you're fine.

But sometimes you'll come down with a cold, or a flu, in the colder months. And Val is more than eager to care for you, tending to you all the time. They love the excuse to lay with you and kiss your forehead. "To check your temperature", they say. Clearly.

🖤 They 100% celebrate Holidays, but in their own way. Halloween is their favourite; the Heretics go out in style every Halloween! They make their own costumes. Val goes as a vampire, and they make you your own costume so you can match.

Christmas is different. They'll use a tree, sure, but the ornaments are made of bone, and the top of the tree holds the "antichrist"; a baby doll with horns on it.

They gift you many things! Like themselves in the nude, wrapped in a ribbon. Best gift of all, no?

🖤 When you're not out and about, and you're with them, they love to coat you in mud and use it as an excuse to bond with you. Smothering in it as they lovingly ask about your day or your future plans makes them happy.

🖤 As expected, Knoth and Marta hate you. So you have to be cautious.

And because you hate them back, you're a sneaky little shit, so you spy on them whenever possible, and you were able to stop Marta's surprise ambush. The Heretics showed their appreciation, alright ;)

🖤 Life gets hectic, so you sometimes sit above the mines and watch the blood moon as blood rain pelts onto you. It's calming. You're not really alone, seeing as there's Heretics everywhere, but they're quiet and do their own thing, so you are somewhat alone.

🖤 As expected, during Marta's failed ambush, she gets taken hostage. You don't see Val for a while after. You, of course, question where they are, and the Heretics don't really say anything. They keep you busy and keep you far away from a certain part of the mines.

You feel dejected. Why wouldn't you? Val was so dedicated to you. It was to be expected, Marta and Val had history. Enemies to lovers. :(

So you'd spend your time away from the mines. You become self-aware, actually! Why ARE you sad about this?

Were you used?

Probably.

So you stay away. You barely go near the mines anymore. You now just deal with everything yourself.

Until one night, you were planning to plunder some supplies yet again, only for a bloody and muddy Val to waltz through the doors of your new abode - in the middle of a cornfield, by the way - and they looked...drunk? Happy drunk.

Marta was dead, and now it was time for Knoth.

🖤 When Knoth was killed, it was expected of Val to take the throne, and you accepted that your alliance was over with.

Just let you leave alive, and you'll never come here again.

But what surprised you is there was a throne right next to theirs. Made of sticks, mud and bone.

With your name on it.

NSFW [Under the cut cause lolz]

🖤 Val is decently sized. 6 inches.

🖤 They're a switch. They will 100% dom you and hold you down as they thrust into you, but they also love when you take the reins and ride them till sundown. Or...sunup. Either one.

🖤 Orgies are very common. Is it Tuesday? Orgy. You stole something from Knoth? Orgy. Is it rainy outside? Oh, what a shame. Orgy.

At first, Val guides you and has fun with you. Other Heretics join in eventually, but Val gets possessive after awhile.

🖤 Val loves giving and receiving oral. With a tongue like theirs? Why WOULDN'T they use it to their advantage?

To get them going, their cockhead is the most sensitive. Deepthroating makes them go feral. They find risky sex to be the MOST erotic thing. Hearing you heave for breath as they rip your head off of their dick is the hottest noise to them.

In terms of giving, they take their time at first. They want to know what makes you tic. They listen for any changes in your breathing, or for any noises that indicates pleasure.

And once they locate your sweet spot, they'll attack it with fingers and their tongue. They love your taste.

🖤 Sex, to them, is not only out of love but how they express themselves. Sex is alternatively a way to be feral. It's vulnerable and just...is everything to them.

Some days, when they're feral and needing to get their energy out, they love the mating press and doggy style. Fast and rough.

Other days, they love the lotus position. You're both close, and your heart beats alongside theirs.

🖤 They love pain as much as they love pleasure. They love to take a knife and trail it along your skin, and press down.

Tie them up. They'll be your whore for as long as you'd like.

🖤 They hate it when you're quiet. Be LOUD, baby. LOUD.

#outlast #outlast 2 #outlast 2 val #outlast val #outlast headcanons #outlast fanfiction #val x reader #outlast val x reader #i love them sm #val headcanons

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fromtheseventhhell · 9 months

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IDK if it's exactly what you wanted but your recent post about Mirri came "in time" for what I've seen.

Here are some screeshots of tags from this post

To me it seems like they try to critique the writing but as always, tend to blame the character. Plus, they sprinkle some lies (that Dany forced Mirri to save Drogo, that she refuses to engage with history), they project onto GRRM (that he wants to critique violent intervetionism with her), they ignore his statement about the "white saviour" accusations (which fair, you may not find them satisfying but still, take his intentions into account), they take away acountability of what the slavers did (bc THEY turned Slaver's Bay into a "hole of death" and was that long before Dany arrived) and not saying why "she allowed slavery to continue", which is a convenient way to frame her as immoral because after the masters of Yunkai attacked Astapor, and because "gently born" people, anticipating the struggle in Meereen, ask her to let them sell themselves back into slavery :

"My queen?" Daario stepped forward. "The riverside is full of Meereenese, begging leave to be allowed to sell themselves to this Qartheen. They are thicker than the flies."

Dany was shocked. "They want to be slaves?"

"The ones who come are well spoken and gently born, sweet queen. Such slaves are prized. In the Free Cities they will be tutors, scribes, bed slaves, even healers and priests. They will sleep in soft beds, eat rich foods, and dwell in manses. Here they have lost all, and live in fear and squalor."

"I see." Perhaps it was not so shocking, if these tales of Astapor were true. Dany thought a moment. "Any man who wishes to sell himself into slavery may do so. Or woman." She raised a hand. "But they may not sell their children, nor a man his wife." (ASOS, Daenerys VI)

I mean, she does this because she wants to respect their choice and she makes sure no one is forced to be enslaved. I don't think she should have allowed it but I understand why. It was not out of mallice. (here is a meta about how she is not a slaver X , X )

Plus the tendency to blame Daenerys fans for pointing out how the situation with Mirri was grey, that Mirri indeed killed Rhaego, but they can defend Mirri and acuse us, Dany stans, of being racists and whatnot.

Ironically my post was about conversations on Twitter (I know) where people were demonizing Dany and I found out this post was actually what started it all, so my post was unintentionally a response to this one. I'm gonna talk a little bit about this conversation and the overall conversations about racism in this fandom but I don't mean it as a direct reply to OP's post. The only thing I have to say specific to their post is that it does stand out to me that they acknowledge the issue with Mirri's writing, which is that it's part of a trend with how characters of color are written, but they fail to actually talk about said characters. Their main point isn't even about how Mirri is handled, it's on the subject of Dany's whiteness.

The thing about discussing racism in asoiaf is that it's a more complex and nuanced conversation than a majority of people are willing to have. Often times it just gets devolved into justifications for disliking a specific character and this was the same attitude people had towards the show. If there's racism in the writing, then that's a factor that affects how the entire series is written, it doesn't just reflect poorly on a single character. People definitely act like that's the case though.

On the subject of Mirri and her treatment, it's rare that people discuss her character without using her as a means of bashing Dany. The screenshots you provided highlight this. We're supposed to believe that Mirri's actions towards Dany are justified and that Dany's actions towards Mirri are racist solely on the basis that Mirri is a WOC, but it's not that simple (Also note that it's always "Mirri was right to do what she did" but they never talk about what specifically she did, which was force the abortion of a 14-year-old bridal slave. Somehow saying exactly what happened doesn't make her as sympathetic). What makes the writing racist isn't the situation itself, it's the idea of characters of color being disposable in service of white characters' arcs. But this situation is often talked about as an isolated event, in a vacuum. The logic applied just doesn't work. If race is such an important factor, why was Mirri right to kill a child of color over a prophecy she was ultimately wrong about? There are plenty of racist connotations in the "brute" narrative surrounding POC, specifically men of color, but people eagerly justify his death because of the hypothetical harm he could've caused. They also completely ignore that the prophecy wasn't about him, so the justification is that a child of color can be murdered if people assume they'll cause harm. There were also the others in Drogo's Khalasar that Dany couldn't help because of her situation. Eroeh suffered a horrible fate before her ultimate death, but Dany would've conceivably been able to help her if she hadn't been incapacitated. So does the fact that Mirri's actions harmed other POC, and not just a white woman, factor in at all? Or are we not supposed to care about them because they are, however positively, associated with Dany?

That also leads to the question of what exactly would be the right way of handling this situation. Dany's whiteness is the biggest criticism but her being a woc would come with its own racist connotations. Dany's life of poverty and being sold as a slave would've had other implications when contrasted to the other primarily white, high-born female characters. So what would've been a better way of handling the Dothraki and other people of color in this series? Whether Dany is white or not, the problem isn't solved. Somehow that's never a conversation being had, despite the number of people who supposedly care so much. It also seems as though Dany's suffering, and only Dany's suffering, is considered justifiable through her whiteness. If Dany had been the one to die instead, it still would've been a child bridal slave being killed. How is that the "better" option for people supposedly concerned with racism and misogyny? With almost any other female character their suffering is never justified regardless of who is causing it.

There is just...a different set of standards people have for Dany than they have for any other character. Someone brought up the point that Robb's part in the war caused incredible violence to the smallfolk, yet he is considered one of the noblest characters in the series. We see firsthand the devastation the Northerners are responsible for through Arya's POV, and many women and children specifically are harmed. We hear about countless women being raped and killed from the fallout of Robb's actions but somehow that's not Robb's responsibility. On top of that, there are plenty of smallfolk who have actively anti-North mindsets. Robb, who isn't trying to bring about systemic change or actively focused on fighting for the smallfolk, isn't responsible for the damage he causes them. Dany, who is trying to overthrow a violent system built on subjugating people, is the most evil character in the series because she interacts with characters of color more than anyone else. But then...people seem uninterested in discussing privileges and harm caused when it isn't related to bashing Dany. It's damn near taboo to refer to certain characters as classist, even when that's how they're written.

If you want to discuss racism in the series and fandom though, let's do it! Let's talk about the depiction of the Dothraki vs. The (white) Wildings and the difference in nuance and empathy they get, let's talk about how the current generation of Starks benefit from colonization and the eradication of the children of the forest (who are very much indigenous-coded) and how that's not framed as a bad thing, let's talk about women of color who are already being enslaved before Dany was sold to the Dothraki, let's talk about Alayaya + the senseless violence she faces and how her pain is used to give Tyrion angst, let's talk about the various background women of color portrayed as sex workers and how that could play into the jezebel trope, let's talk about lack of prominent characters of color outside of Dany's pov, let's talk about how D&D wrote a former Black slave dying in chains, how they portrayed the slaves exclusively as people of color despite slavery not being based on race in the books, let's talk about how they played into the Dothraki's racist writing and portrayed Dany's people as "scary foreign invaders" that the North looked down on, let's talk about how everyone justified the Northerners (and Sansa specifically) being scared even though Dany came to help, let's talk about how people in the fandom were laughing at Missandei's death and saying she deserved to die for being "rude" to a white woman, let's talk about fandom's habit of portraying Jon and Arya (considered the uglier, feral starks) as dark-skinned in comparison to their "white" siblings, let's talk about how the hotd writers made characters Black and then diminished their roles and importance, let's talk about how routinely characters of color are ignored and turned into props by fandom, LET'S TALK ABOUT IT! But no, the only capacity people are interested in talking about racism is when they can use it to bash Dany.

TL;DR/summation: There's nothing wrong with having good-faith conversations about racism in the series or disliking a character because of it. The issue is that that's rarely what happens. Instead of having constructive conversations about race, the pain of characters of color gets turned into props and given no nuance outside of that.

#ask #mikastormborn #fandom nonsense #pro daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen #this got very long but who cares lol #I'm just so tired of the fake activism in fandom and the double-standards #either talk about racism or don't #using poc as props against a white women is the very racism you're claiming to care but I guess it's fine if Dany antis do it #mind you there's a real racist white woman that part of this fandom worships but I'm supposed to clutch pearls over Dany #considered not tagging her but honestly want to minimize the chance that certain crowds see this

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Life over death (The Darkling x Reader) Part Three

Fandom: Grishaverse

Pairing: Alexander Morozova x Reader

Warnings: implied being kidnapped and tortured, mentions of injuries, drüskelle, intimidation tactics

A/N: Another part is here! General meeting Reader. From the next parts the fic will be written in first person, because I feel more comfortable and it turns out better. Let me know what you think or if you have any tips for the continuation. Remember requests are open!

Gif is not mine!

"General." A panting Inferni ran up to the General and his Oprichnik. "There's a group of Grisha outside." The man frowned confused.

"And?" He prompted the young boy who blinked quickly. He was one of the younger Grisha and as any other he was intimidated by his General.

"They.. um, it seems they run from the drüskelle. But they don't seem to trust us, said they'll wait for someone else." He informed looking from the man to the other one.

"Did they say who?" The General asked already moving to head outside.

"No. They only said they would not move inside without her. Whoever she is." His words made him even more confused. His Grisha came back to The Little Palace and didn't trust their own. And yet they waited for some woman?

He walked out to the courtyard and immediately noticed the group. They were huddled in the center, staying close to each other. He knew some of their faces, saw them around the Palace, they were gone for weeks now. One of the young men seemed to stand in front of the others. He was the only one not to glance to the gates.

"General." He nodded when the man finally reached them. His eyes scanned them once again. From up close he noticed the injuries. He clenched his jaw before looking back to the boy.

"Why are you not heading in?" He asked with curiousity and authority.

"We refuse to walk in without one of ours." He said confidently making the General raise a brow. "She was the one to save us, we'll wait here."

"She? Just one woman saved you from captivity?" His question was met with silence from the man in front of him.

"She took on eight of them." A girl from behind said with a small smile. "She's a Saint." Her voice was full of amazement towards the unknown saviour.

"Don't be ridiculous." Another boy snapped with irritation. "Just because she's quick to kill doesn't mean we should worship her."

"Believe what you want, Pavel. But we all saw what she can do." She snapped back with a huff.

Before the General could ask further about the mysterious woman a horse could be heard. They all turned to watch a woman clad in grey ride in. She stopped just a step behind the group before dismounting the grey horse. She walked up to stand beside the young man and facing the General. His eyes were focused on her already. He took note of each detail. The jewelry she wore, only golden rings. The silver lining on her cloak. The weird feeling he got when she neared him.

"Who are you?" He asked in his commanding voice. He was showing authority, the General everyone feared and respected. But she only smiled lightly.

"You do not know me." Her voice carried over the courtyard like a melody. "I am not one of yours."

"Show me your face." The General hissed loosing his patience with each minute. He did not like the open show she was putting on. An unknown Grisha entering his grounds and already having his people dote on her.

"As you wish." She nodded reaching up to her hood. Her hair flowed over her back, even after the long journey they looked flawless. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. Her lips stretched in a light smile. "The name's Y/N."

"You saved them?" He nodded to the group beside her. Her eyes fell to the Grisha and she send them a comforting smile, one a mother would to a child.

"I simply led them home." Her soft spoken words made something stirr inside him. He didn't like the unknown feeling.

"Lead them to the Healers. Feed them and let them rest." The General said to his Oprichnik who stood behind him. "And you, follow me. We'll have a talk."

He turned walking back into the Palace. She waved at the group and followed his steps. Her feet were silent, but he could hear her cloak swish behind her.

Her eyes wandered around the walls, taking note of each door and window. She was smart enough to count all the escape routes if it came to using one. His doors were guarded by Squallers and she spared them a glance to size her situation.

"How did you avoid my testers?" Was the first question he asked when the doors closed behind them. She hummed lightly looking around his office.

"I didn't. My powers weren't there when I was of age." Her words caused a slight panic to raise within him. No one became Grisha overnight.

"What do you mean?" His voice was still cold, even though she sensed the hint of confusion.

"I mean exactly what you fear, General." Her eyes finally met his gaze. He could see the darkness inside. She was not the innocent woman she seemed to be. There was knowledge to her gaze and he started to wonder if she was like him. If she could turn out to be his most loyal ally, or if she would be his greatest enemy. Slowly he walked to stand close to her, it did not intimidate her.

"Give me your arm." His words brought a sweet chuckle from her. But before he could reach out she grabbed his hand.

He felt it. The burning in his veins, like that day. Yet it did not irritate him like before. This time around he felt power, pure and unbreakable power flowing from her hand into his very own soul. He knew that feeling, he felt it before.

"You're no ordinary amplifier, are you?" He asked while she stepped back from him. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of his office.

"Do you think I'd willingly come to you if I was?" He eyed her carefully while all she did was stand there like he could not hurt her, no matter how much he tried. "I'm much more than your Grisha. I'm more than you and your creation. I'm all you fear and dream of. I can be your salvation or death. For I'm everything here and in between."

"How is this possible?" The General asked frowning. For the first time in centuries his stomach twisted in fear.

"The world demands balance. You ruined it ages ago, Black Heretic." He straightened his back ready to threaten her for even suggesting it. "I should thank you actually. If not your doings I would not be reborn with the chance for revenge."

They stood facing each other. Him, a man that was feared by others. Someone with the power to cut the world apart. Her, a woman that came from nowhere. Someone that was ready to burn the world down, only for a moment of peace.

"Welcome to The Little Palace, Y/N." He said after few seconds and the smile she gave made him want to say it over and over again. The General felt even closer to achieving his dream with this mysterious woman filled by power.

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #grishaverse #the darkling x reader #alexander morozova #general kirigan #life over death fanfic #requests are open

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xelasrecords · 2 months

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Which Hogwarts house would you assign each MM character to?

This is gonna be fun. I'm assigning them based on what they value the most, not the house values because that's how the Sorting Hat decides.

From the perspective of a Ravenclaw:

Jumin: Ravenclaw

I teetered between Ravenclaw or Slytherin. He knows how to use his good looks and wiles to charm women into working with him, only to discard them once the business is done. But is that what he values when put under duress? It's knowledge. It's his mind that he's confident in. He doesn't immediately resort to manipulative tactics, he cleverly plans as he goes. His curiosity is also endless, shown through his interest in black magic and his way of showing love.

Jihyun: Hufflepuff

He embodies all of Hufflepuff traits—loyal, patient, dedicated, unafraid to toil away. And just. Yes, even though it's a warped, self-sacrificing sense of justice, in that he believes he deserves everything bad because he's unworthy.

Yoosung: Hufflepuff

Some might think he's not hardworking enough to be in Hufflepuff, but his "laziness" is a product of grief. He used to be an all-star student with numerous extracurriculars under his belt, and he becomes a vet in his GE! You have to really commit to pursue a medical career.

Saeyoung: Gryffindor

Sure he's a clever agent with slimy ways, but he's not afraid to go rogue and ditch everyone else for Saeran. His love for his brother is his driving force in all routes.

Zen: Gryffindor through and through

Is there anywhere else more fitting for his chivalry and reckless bravery in the name of love, be it romantic or platonic?

Jaehee: Hufflepuff

She values hard work and dedication over learning for the sake of it. She's dedicated on every task she's given, and even more so with her hobbies. I considered putting her in Ravenclaw, but their vital traits of prizing individuality and wisdom aren't her.

Saeran: Gryffindor (I'm using GE Saeran as reference)

Have you played his AE? This is where he belongs. If Saeyoung's courage is fuelled by anger and fear, Saeran's is driven by altruistic love.

Rika: Slytherin

Her unstoppable ambition to turn everyone she deems weak to be her followers without a regard to their feelings because she fancies herself their saviour is all the proof needed.

Vanderwood: Slytherin

His loyalty is to himself first and foremost. Would and has betrayed Saeyoung to save himself from grave troubles. This isn't to say he's a bad guy—he eventually sides with Saeyoung again—but he does use his cunning to get what he wants.

#to put jumin into perspective i compared him to vyn and was like YEA jumin's slight slytherin has nothing on vyn #mystic messenger #jumin han #jihyun kim #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #zen #hyun ryu #707 #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #vanderwood #rika #xela talks

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emilystheories · 1 year

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The Princes of Hel are the true villains of the SJM universe. They are the Valg.

This theory contains spoilers for ACOTAR, Crescent City, and Throne of Glass!

The Princes of Hel: Can they be trusted?

As of Crescent City 2, we are lead to believe that Aidas, Apollion and the other Princes of Hel are the misunderstood "good guys;" that they have been fighting for Midgard liberation all along. I think that is a lie.

Interwoven throughout the book, there are many 'red flags' regarding the behaviour and true intensions of the Princes of Hel. The most prominent of these is Rigelus's warning to Bryce; that Queen Theia trusted Aidas, and ultimately "paid the price."

Secondly, the Wolf Mystic reveals that as punishment, she would be sent down to Hel where both the demons and their Princes would terrify and taunt her. Doesn't sound very saviour-like, does it?

Let's also not forget that the Princes of Hel are at the top of the food chain. They easily kicked the Asteri out of their world, with Apollion even straight up "devouring" one of the Asteri.

Additionally, they have connections all over Midgard. It is said that the Princes want to enter Midgard again - but to what end? What are their true motives?

Thanatos reveals Hel's motives.

Bryce's interaction with Thanatos - the Prince of the Ravine - is most telling. Thanatos states that Hel's current rules of civilisation are a mere "illusion." Instead, when the gates between worlds open once more, he will feed on the souls and power of the Vanir AND the Asteri.

Some may argue that Thanatos is a rogue, lesser Prince - that his brothers are different. However, is it then a coincidence that the Bone Quarter, where souls are harvested into secondlight (what Thanatos wants to taste), is overseen by Apollion, the most powerful and influential of the seven Princes?

Most importantly, Thanatos said he once used to devour secondlight like FINE WINE.

Where else have we heard this phrase before?

The Daglan. The ancient beings that oppressed those in the ACOTAR world.

SJM has lead us to think that the Daglan are the Asteri.

I believe that is incorrect.

I theorise that the Daglan are actually the Princes of Hel.

And, I also theorise that the Princes of Hel are Valg.

Princes of Hel = Daglan = Valg.

There are many similarities between the Valg and the Princes of Hel:

They are both "demons" (a word that is not used to describe the Asteri).

Both are said to live in worlds that are "cold" and "dark."

Both feed on power (I see this point contested for the Valg regularly - that they don't feed on power, but fear. This is canonically incorrect; see photo below).

Both have the ability to take on different forms.

They both possess the same "dark" shadow-like power.

Both create beasts and other lesser, evil creatures (something the Asteri do not do).

However, the most telling evidence for this lies with Lanthys - the ancient being that Nesta killed in ACOSF.

He bled black blood - the trademark of the Valg.

His humanoid form of blond hair, black eyes was identical to both a Valg Prince, and a Prince of Hel (Apollion).

Lanthys also feared Nesta's death-sword. The Reapers in Crescent City similarly feared Bryce's death-sword; the Reapers also bled black blood.

The Reapers originated from Hel. I doubt that is a coincidence.

The 3 Valg Kings.

If the Princes of Hel are indeed Valg, then we cannot forget about Erawan's two older brothers, who are presumably still alive; Orcus and Mantyx.

Erawan's oldest brother, Orcus, is said to be the most powerful Valg King of all time - what he can do pales to the horror's Erawan inflicted upon Erelia.

Another name for Orcus, is APOLLION.

In mythology, both Orcus and Apollion are depicted as having bat wings. In Crescent City, Apollion is the only Prince of Hel (so far) with bat wings (the same as the Illyrians... but more on that later).

Thus, I theorise that Orcus = Apollion = Most powerful Valg/Hel leader.

How does Prythian history tie into all of this?

If the Princes of Hel/Valg are the Daglan, then they must have been in Prythian. There is proof of this.

Take a look at how the Daglan are described in Rhys's book:

“He flipped it open to a page, revealing an image of tall, strange-looking beings with crowns atop their heads.”

Now look at how the 3 Valg Kings are described in the book Yrene finds in Tower of Dawn:

“Their bodies, tall and powerful.” “Crowned, dark figures.”

They are the same beings. What's more - Yrene flips the page to reveal the 3 Valg Kings standing a top a mountain. Take a look at a key feature of this mountain:

"As if someone had built the gateway of BLACK STONE out of thin air. There were no doors within this ARCHWAY."

Now look at the description of a key feature on Ramiel:

"The Breaking flowed through an ARCHWAY of BLACK STONE. The Pass of Enalius."

The Valg Kings were standing on top of Ramiel.

Is that what the 3 stars above the sacred mountain indicate - the 3 Valg brothers?

If that wasn't enough evidence, consider also Erawan's words to Yrene - that her power existed in his home world.

Yrene's power is described as "starlight," and acts in the exact same way as Bryce's. I believe that Yrene is Starborn. We know that the Starborn Fae originated from Prythian - if Erawan says the Starborn were in his world also... this further proves the Valg's connection to Prythian.

The history we have been told is a lie.

I always found it curious that the history of the 3 Valg brothers and the world they conquered (2000 years total), lined up perfectly with the history and subsequent overthrowing of the Daglan (2000 years total). However, it never made sense if you believed the Asteri to be the Daglan.

Instead, I believe the Asteri were in Prythian BEFORE the Valg/Daglan. I believe they created the Fae, and lived in relative civilisation (as they do now in Midgard).

I think timeline has been purposely misconstrued.

According to the Valg history, they found a world and waged a war - they were successful, and ending up conquering that world. It is explicitly stated that the world they found was not always grim and dark, but the 3 Valg Kings turned it into a world of ice and and cold and darkness.

I believe that world was Prythian. The Valg/Princes left Hel through the gates and overthrew the Asteri - taking control of the ACOTAR world.

Then, who was Fionn?

Rhys mentioned that the first and only High King of Prythian was Fionn. If this theory is correct, it suggests that Fionn was no mere fae warrior, but was actually Orcus/Apollion.

This makes perfect sense, as a single fae warrior is not capable of overthrowing the Asteri - but the Star Eater himself is.

Thus, Orcus = Apollion = Fionn. All the same person. All Kings.

What else can be explained?

During this time, the Valg/Princes of Hel either created, or stole and used the Dread Trove. I don't find it a coincidence that Erawan was called the "Dread Lord," and that the "Dreadwolves" in Crescent City are referred to as "demons."

What's more, is that Amren was thrown into the Prison during this time. She was a being of LIGHT and FIRE - the two things the Valg hate the most. She was also an angel; the all-time sworn enemies of demons (even dating back to the Bible).

It also explains how the Illyrians came to be, with their leather bat wings identical to Apollion's, and those of Hel's armies.

It also explains how shadow powers, winnowing and other Valg/Hel-related powers are so prominent throughout Prythian (the Night Court in particular).

I also believe Rhys to be Fionn/Apollion/Orcus's direct descendant. This is why he has the exact powers of a Valg King. It is also why he is dubbed the most powerful High Lord to exist. It ALSO explains why Rhys's beast form is identical to the Daglan hounds. (And no, that doesn't mean Rhys is evil - just that he has their power).

What about Queen Theia and Prince Pelias?

We are told that Queen Theia and Prince Pelias presumably killed Fionn - something that never made sense if he was indeed a noble, fae warrior. However, it makes perfect sense if Fionn was actually an almighty demon King.

However, aside from that, I believe that everything we have been told about Queen Theia and Prince Pelias - the original Starborn fae - is wrong.

We are lead to believe that Pelias was an awful person, who forcibly wed Theia's daughter. I think this is false, and that Queen Theia and Pelias were actually husband/wife or lovers (and I'll tell you why later, hehe).

I also believe that Prince Pelias is actually Enalius - the famed Illyrian warrior.

We know that Enalius fought an unknown enemy for 3 DAYS.

Pelias and Apollion fought for that exact same amount of time - 3 DAYS.

I theorise that Prince Pelias caught on to Apollion/Orcus/Fionn's rule, and tried to overthrow him. They fought for 3 days the top of Ramiel, with Pelias attempting to stop Hel's armies from accessing the gate.

In further proof of this, Pelias was described as a fae warrior wearing a "helmet."

Hunt finds a vase with the same helmeted fae warrior fighting Hel's demons, 15,000 years ago.

That same helmeted fae warrior is later shown as a statue riding a Pegasus, sword raised - charging into battle. Pegasus's are the animals of the Dusk Court - the Starborn - as Pelias is.

However, after the 3 days, Apollion kills Pelias/Enalius. But, before he dies, Pelias uses the Horn to banish Apollion and the Valg/Princes of Hel/Daglan back to Hel.

Saving Prythian, and allowing for the 7 Courts to be ruled as they are today.

Theia and her two children then use the horn to seal the gates. However, they are are then betrayed by the Princes of Hel; the extent of which remains unknown.

Cassian and Nesta.

This theory makes even more sense when you consider Cassian and Nesta as "reincarnations," or parallels of Queen Theia and Pelias.

Pelias and Cassian:

Pelias is Enalius. Cassian was said to be "Enalius reborn," that he has Enalius's exact fighting style.

As Pelias was Fionn's general, Cassian is Rhys's general.

Nesta and Queen Theia:

Nesta is continually referred to as a "Queen," despite not ruling any lands of her own.

She created a death-sword, just as Theia created/used Gwydion - Bryce's starsword.

Nesta's power and interaction with the Cauldron was described as a "newborn star."

Together, both Nesta and Cassian have a tattoo of an eight-pointed star. The symbol of the Starborn - the same symbol of Theia and Pelias.

Even when Nesta and Cassian had sex, the sound of a "single horn" was heard. Just like Pelias's horn?

And let's not forget Cassian's proclamation to Nesta;

"I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

Almost as if... they've lived together once before...?

Timeline of events.

(A very rough draft).

Whether this theory is true or not remains to be seen.

However, in the meantime - don't trust the Princes of Hel.

#sjm multiverse #sjm crossover #sjm books #sjm spoilers #sjm theory #bryce quinlan #acotar #crescent city #throne of glass #acotar theory #aidas crescent city #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #rhysand #crescent city theory

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gegengestalt · 2 months

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Katerina Ivanovna Verkhotseva! (For the ask game thingy)

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

(You don’t have to answer all of these if you don’t want to, however I love your takes on her and am dying to hear you talk about her more.)

Oooh, finally! Someone sends me something related to the ask game! And about one of my favourite girls, too!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

If I had to choose just one, it would be how explosive she can be. I love it so much when things don't go her way and she goes from being so doting to resorting to insults and almost throwing hands. This is not simply the rage of a young woman who shows her true colours when she doesn't have what she wants, she really, really seems to be convinced that things are going her way... And then reality hits her.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Oh, Katya Ivanovna, you would have loved Me and My Husband by Mitski. Somehow I imagine the lyrics being about her and Mitya at first, but as the song goes on she's actually talking about Ivan.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I don't feel like Katya is talked about much in general, and I can say so confidently after navigating as much TBK related content on the internet as I could. So I don't really know what to say. When she gets attention, I specially love it when her God/saviour/martyr complex is adressed and appreciated. She is a little weird.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Tough question, since there is a lot I dislike about how female characters are treated by readers in general (as well as narratives). I'm going to try to be original and say something I haven't said before. I don't really like it when the girls are pitted against each other, like you have to choose one of them or think one is better than the other. I think a lot of the animosity between her and Grusha come from struggles with themselves and their fears and insecurities, and I feel sympathetic towards both of them, both young women who want to feel some control over their lives. So it breaks my heart a little when other people who prefer Grusha put down Katya and viceversa.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

This is half headcanon half character reading, but knowing that she lost her mother at a young age and that there is a theme of absent mothers throughout the book, I like to think that the loss of her mother impacted how she turned out and why she seems to take on some motherlike, overbearing tendencies herself.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Hmmm, I don't know how I'm supposed to answer to this, but I associate her with elegant, long clothing in green, blue and white, sometimes with gold accessories. Combined with the light brown hair of my design, it gives her a springlike kind of look.

In The Sims, I gave her a preppy, simple look with light colours. Here she is, I don't know why she's loooking at squids on her phone.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Katya was a character who had to grow on me. On my first read, I didn't like her much, but I didn't dislike her either. She was, in fact, one of the harder characters to visualize. I had to make several sketches of her designs because all I could think of was "tall slender girl with dark eyes and a lot of hair". Only after processing what I had read for a longer time I started to pick apart everything she said and started to appreciate her more (and started to appreciate her relationship to Ivan as well). In retrospective, the buildup to her introduction was great. It's not as good as Nastasya's, but it's the work of a good writer. I love Katya, saviour complex and all.

#I urge you people to ask it's so fun #ask #gegengestalk #katerina ivanovna verkhotseva

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