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What scar do you think each of the girls would have? I'm doing doodles and I was thinking about how they'd collect scars as they got older and such and I'm curious what attacks y'all think should of left a mark
#feel free to add specialist or Trix stuff not just the girls#icy making Bloom lose toes when she locked her in that ice at her house in s1#ouchy but also would be a good physical representation of the trama she endured#but im not knowledgeable enough about cold injurs to make any decisions#i also sometimes think about Darcy needing hearing aids later into the seasons bc she likes to goad Musa about Riven#Musa does not fuck around about Riven. and the person who manipulated him for her own gains is at the top of her 'needs to find out' list#for Stormy....she fucked around with Flora too much and now she has palces in her body where plant acid ate though#ever since Jester enlighten me about Brandon apparently being held in Yoshinoia's prison at some point in his life#i literally cant stop thinking about it. ''Brandon what are you hiding'' but add a new dimension with scars he doges questions about#winx club#rus chatters
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Part 3
Do yall got a favorite cereal mascot? Mine’s the Honey Nut Cheerios bee
Steve watched as Eddie dazzled a field trip of elementary students by having a load of birds up and down both arms, perched on his gangly limbs like branches. This demon, who had shown him more human compassion than his own parents. This demon, who Steve would only be able to be around so long as his wish was unfulfilled...
They were around snakes next and Steve got to watch as Eddie entertained a different group of children by letting a large snake curl around his shoulders after a quick ‘don’t try this at home, kids’. Eddie kept the more adventurous occupied, while Steve got to have a small moment with a boy who was more apprehensive around snakes.
He felt a surge of triumph and warmth when he was able to get the boy confident enough to pet the snake that was coiled around his wrist. The boy lit up like a whole new world had been opened up for him. Steve was beginning to understand the feeling.
“So?”, Eddie asked as they walked the path between exhibits. “What about this?”
“I like animals. And kids. And being outdoors”, Steve said.
“So is it a winner?”
Steve thought about it. “Don’t people usually feel like a...a spark or something? Something that makes it feel like their calling?”
“Is that what you want? A calling?”
Steve nodded. “Something that makes me really feel like I belong.”
“Then we’ll find that place”, Eddie promised him.
“Before we go, can we see the tigers? They’re my favorite.”
As if Eddie was going to deny him anything now. They stood outside the tiger enclosure and Steve watched them move about, lighting up a little when he saw one of them had a cub tailing after it. Meanwhile, Eddie watched Steve. Beautiful, beautiful Steve.
After the zoo stint, Eddie took them through a door that took them back into the apartment.
“We’re here again?”, Steve questioned, back into the t-shirt and sweats he put on that morning. He looked to the door and tried opening it himself, but it was locked shut.
“We’ve had a big, full day. And little mortals need their sleep. And that door only works for me, by the way. Even if you did get it open, you’d be falling through an endless void until it chose where to spit you up.”
“What are we gonna do for the rest of the day, then?”
“Now we get to do what I want”, Eddie waggled his brows and his voice got deep and for a moment Steve felt a bit like prey.
He didn’t know whether he was relieved or disappointed when Eddie sat him down on the small couch and put a movie on.
“So tigers are your favorite animal, huh?”
“Yeah”, Steve replied as the movie started.
“Alright”, Eddie got comfortable next to Steve and grinned. The kind of grin that worried Steve. “Fuck, marry, kill - Tony the Tiger, Count Chocula, the Trix Rabbit.”
For a moment, Steve just sat there, dumbfounded by the question. While Eddie waited expectantly. When Steve finally found his voice, it was in spurts and bursts.
“Why would you-how would you even-fuck?! First of all, Tony is a mentor. He’s a coach, he’s not gonna fuck his players. And I wouldn’t kill him.”
“Okay, you’d marry Tony. Good to know.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“And the rabbit?”
“I wouldn’t marry a rabbit either. Or fuck one.”
“Kill the Trix Rabbit. He’s a cereal thief anyway. So that just leaves the Count...and one choice left...”, Eddie smirked.
Steve took a second to catch up and his jaw dropped. “No.”
“You landed on marry Tony, kill the Trix Rabbit. By process of elimination that means-”
“I wouldn’t fuck Count Chocula!”
“Why not?”
“First of all, he’s a cartoon-”
“Irrelevant to the conversation.”
“Second, he’s not even a real vampire. He’s a chocolate vampire.”
Eddie turned to sit on his side, facing Steve more while draping his arm across the back of the couch. “Are you gonna change any of your answers?”
Steve’s arms crossed as he seriously contemplated it. Eddie knew he was in deep trouble when he could just stare at him sitting there for hours.
“What’re you thinkin’ about, gorgeous?”
“Tony the Tiger would be a good husband. He’s great with kids”, Steve answered and tried not to think about how warm he got when Eddie called him that. “And the Trix Rabbit is notoriously bad with children.”
“Hey, Steve?”
“What?”
“You’re a vampire fucker.”
“Did you put a movie on just so we could ignore it?”
“I was just getting a feel”, Eddie said. “There’s two kinds of people who enjoy Robin Hood.”
“I don’t even wann know what kind of people you’re referring to”, Steve said with a shake of his head. Then a thought occurred to him. “You know, you’re kinda like a vampire.”
Eddie’s brain shot to the moon with what Steve could be implying and where this conversation could take them.
“....Go on.”
“You’re ancient and you need to drink blood.”
Eddie gasped. “Ancient? I don’t look a day over 20 and I have the stamina of a demon half my age.”
“And the blood?”
“Well you know that’s true.”
Steve’s gaze dropped from Eddie’s and went back to the screen as he began. “Speaking of...”
“Speaking of?”
“Don’t you need some now?” Steve looked back at him.
“’Need’ is a strong word.” But ‘want’? ‘Desire’? He was leaning heavily towards ‘lust’ at this point. Eddie’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Steve’s eyes followed the motion. It felt like they were teetering towards something.
Steve thrust his hand out towards Eddie. “Here. Considering that coffee you made, I think your body could use this.”
Eddie took the hand without thinking, let his thumb stroke Steve’s knuckles. There was a prominent vein sticking out on the back of his hand and Eddie wanted to follow it to Steve’s heart with his lips. But as it were, receiving a bite on the back of the hand was probably pretty painful.
Instead, he held Steve’s hand delicately. Eddie held eye contact with him as he bit down in the meat between his thumb and index finger. He was rewarded with seeing Steve’s eyes flutter as he broke the skin. What was even sweeter than the blood on his tongue was the blush growing on Steve’s cheeks.
Eddie only sipped for a couple of moments, knowing that if he indulged, he wouldn’t know when to stop. He licked at Steve’s hand to heal the pricked skin but couldn’t release him just yet.
“You wanna ask me something”, Eddie surmised, looking into his eyes.
“I wanna ask you...for something. But I don’t know if I can.”
“Is it the kind of thing you’ve asked for before?”
The corner of Steve’s lips pulled up. “Not verbally, no. I’ve always just like, put out a vibe or something.”
“Try me then”, Eddie smirked.
Steve looked down at their hands, still in each other’s grasp and slowly put his fingers between Eddie’s. His other hands moved to cup Eddie’s face, his fingers getting lost in that curtain of hair.
“Come here”, Steve nearly whispered as he pulled him in for a kiss.
Part 5
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Answers, starring: Zip, Hendrickson, and Trix
Tw: electrocution, afib, torture, superpowers/superhumans, blood, language
So remember me ranting about electrocution whump? I wrote a thing.
Hendrickson walked over once he was restrained, getting a grip in Zip's hair and pull until their eyes met. "You think you're strong don't you? Think you can make me look bad by treating this whole situation like a joke?" He was clearly getting frustrated.
Zip tugged his lips into a sneer, pressing back a wince when it tugged on where they split, then narrowed his eyes to match. "I mean, I think my actions speak for themselves."
"Well, we'll see how long you can keep smirking this time." He turned away, letting Zip's head drop, "Trix, get in here!"
A tallish, lean looking, woman strolled in. She had fire red hair and eyes that glinted like iron. She didn't seem rattled by Hendrickson's yelling unlike his underlings. Zip began to feel uneasy as he felt her eyes on him. Like she was marking points on his body for attack or further investigation.
She hadn't come up during any of the mission briefings. Was she some sort of hired help? She walked around behind him. He tried not to but couldn't keep his gaze from following her.
She placed her hands on his back, and he fought a shiver. He didn't like this. He didn't know where it was going, but the cool, almost metallic cold of her hands and his sheer powerlessness to stop her touching him caused the first real fear since he'd been captured. His muscles tried to twitch, his body ordering him away from her despite his chained wrists. His breath quickened as fear began to drink away his cocky attitude. Zip forced his attention back to Hendrickson as he started talking.
"You know the base codes, and you're going to give them to us."
"Yeah, sure," but his retort was dry, he wasn't focused on Hendrickson this time.
Hendrickson nodded to Trix, and before Zip could glance, his muscles were forced tense and twitching as electricity wired its way from one of Trix's hands through his back to the other. He had been caught off guard. He hadn't been able to scream before his body had left his control. As the shocks stopped, he started breathing again, trying to keep them even and unhurried.
"The codes, or you know what happens next."
"Go fuck yourself." Zip answered, keeping up the shadow of his easy going attitude.
There was the nod, and the electricity shot through him again. He had been ready for it or trying to be. He locked his jaw, trying to take it, a deep growl like groan ripped up through his throat. His back started to arch as the volts increased, and then it stopped. He fell almost limp, but the chains kept him upright and with some sense of dignity, for that he was somehow thankful.
"Do you value your life?" Hendrickson asked darkly.
Zip's mouth felt tingly, but he pressed past it. "Sorta, but I guess I value fucking you over more." He could see the rage boiling in Hendrickson's eyes. That made him feel pretty good. It almost overcame the desire to shrink down in terror as he felt Trix's hands shift a little lower, fingers brushing painfully over burnt skin.
"I've been taking it easy on you because I need you alive, but remember, I know you're not human. I think you can take a little more than a regular person." Then he looked past Zip. "Have your fun, but you're done once you shock his heart out of rhythm."
He didn't have a chance to get another word in, Hendrickson turned away, and his muscles seized up. Trix started to bombard him with electricity.
She wasn't much of a talker. He had tried to strike up some form of conversation. Some form of control, he realized with mild disgust. Was he that scared of her? He couldn't even see her, maybe that's why it was worse. He couldn't see her planning, couldn't tell if his jabs landed, or even tell when another burst would start. No rhythm, no hints, a shock could show up any second. It made him jittery.
Now that she wasn't being used to make an immidate point, she held the shocks longer. Instead of keeping them consistent, she would draw the voltage up and down like a fucked up bo on a fucked up violin.
His muscles twitched and tore, like someone had threaded a wire through them and was pulling, and yanking, and shaking it. Sparks danced through his nerves and into his vision, causing it to slip away completely. This happened a few times, but it was never for very long, never for as long as he would have hoped.
It was three rounds in when Zip finally screamed. He had been trying to keep himself together, but as the intensity had raised again above what he thought he could live through, his voice tore free. He had screamed long and hard the first and second times. It was around the fourth or fifth when his voice gave out. It was twelve rounds in when Trix finally stopped, which meant she must have met Hendrickson's criteria.
It was chest pain and breathing difficulties mostly. Something he hardly even noticed when in conjunction with the energy demon clawing up his back. He just heard her swear then felt another jolt. He was too exhausted to do anything other than hang there and take it. But this charge was different. It had purpose, racing in and resetting his heart.
Trix finally took her hands off his back and walked around front, joining Hendrickson, who had returned some time in the past few minutes. If Zip had enough strength left, he would have worried about what it meant that he didn't notice that.
Zip was in ruins, his muscles shuttered and twitched of their own accord. His weight was all on his wrists, and he couldn't see straight. His back felt like it was smoking, but the burning was so deep he wasn't sure it was even real.
Blood was trickling down somewhere in his throat or mouth. It was almost choking him, maybe a burst blood vessel, or maybe the bleeding of his split lip had been renewed. Nausea crept up on him like a bear, and he had to rally every still functioning brain cell towards keeping it from getting the better of him.
"You got quite the demonstration. You've got the next ten hours to decide if this is how you want to die-" but Hendrickson's ultimatum was cut short. Something that sounded just short of a town riot, far off down the hall, then suddenly not so far off, and it was that moment that Hendrickson regretted not closing the door...
#whump#whumpee#whumper#whump drabble#electrocution#electrocution whump#torture#bltz writes#tw language#Zip the Ripper
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What do you think about the fact that the "light" put Valtor in a torture prison for almost two decades and how it could have affected him ? Love you meta btw
Thank you!! About the company of light sending Valtor to Omega…
welp. he had it coming
The exact circumstances of his imprisonment are, as usual, a victim to timeline wonkiness, so we can’t say for certain who it was that locked him up — whether it was Oritel and Marion before the Witches arrived to wipe Domino clean, or the Faragonda-Griffin-Saladin-Trio. But it is likely that Domino was destroyed before he was sentenced to eternity in ice, if not before he was even captured in the first place.
Going from that, Faragonda and Co. have just learned that their friends, their kingdom and their two young daughters (one of them a literal infant) were murdered as a final act of desperation/cruelty in the war. And they have the man who was complicit, if not actively executing said act, in their hands. If we assume that Valtor‘s fate was solely up to them, no Council and Light Rock involved, I totally get why they yeeted him to Ice Hell without hesitation. Any of his previous crimes would probably be enough to warrant that too already. I am frankly surprised that they didn’t straight up murder him on the spot, but that’s were my favorite headcanon that he’s pretty much unkillable (‘cause dragon fire) plays in quite nicely.
I love Valtor, he’s my pathetic lil meow meow, but he is also unrepentantly evil in canon. He’s living for the atrocities. He's doing it for power, but also DEFINITELY for funsies. There is the implication that his mothers can control his physical form, but even then, he never regrets anything he's done and would 100% do it again if given the chance. That is a) very sexy of him and b) a very good reason to put him in the freezer and never talk about him again. I'm with Faragonda on this one folks
That second question tho, how his imprisonment could affect him, offers a whole lot more options:
To be fair, I don’t think it was ever explicitly confirmed that Omega prisoners are awake and aware while frozen, I just like to do that in fics for the angst. But thats still 20 years he's just straight up missing, a lot of changes and developments that happened without him noticing. If he was frozen before Domino fell, thats one big newsflash for sure; if he knew beforehand, he's still terribly out of touch with how the dimension settled around that loss. I also like to think he does not understand half the lingo the trix throw at him. He fakes it till he makes it, but he is SO confused.
Going back to canon, there actually is one pretty big indicator that his imprisonment really fucked him up emotionally tho. And its in everyone's favorite episode too: the one with the ruins on Andros, where Valtor officially introduces himself to the Winx.
If we skip past his private conversation with Bloom (which would be a crime), and to the part where the Winx re-enter the fray to blast him with their colorful beams, we can see one INCREDIBLY quick shift in his behavior, to the point its almost jarring, and it's when Layla / Aisha steps up.
Up to this point, and really, in 95% of his battles, Valtor never loses his charming tone of voice and his calm demeanor. It's how he's mocking his enemies and asserting his superiority: he is so confident in his power that he doesnt even bother raising his voice, he just swats away spells and keeps up the chit-chat. That little shit. He's iconic that way.
Un-fucking-bothered.
But it also means that when he does lose his cool, its very noteworthy and makes it obvious he feels genuinely threatened or unbalanced. When Layla lands in front of him and announces herself as Princess of Andros, his face visibly falls. His smirk is wiped clean off, and he goes straight into the offensive, for the very first time that day.
No banter, no pulling his punches, he goes in for the metaphorical kill and leaves immediately after, with Layla permanently (for now) blinded in one shot. It's the only time i can remember that he specifically targeted her, and its with pure, unregulated rage and ruthlessness. Similarly, while he is doing his one-man world tour of planetary crisises, every planet suffers but Andros specifically is nearly wiped off of the star maps entirely.
While there is a point to be made about how the writers always seem to have it out for Layla, the watsonian reason for this that jumps to my mind is that Andros, for the past 18-20 years, has been his jailor. I'm pretty sure i remember lines from the german dub about how Andros and everyone on it is worthless and deserves the same fate, but even without that, its pretty obvious that Valtor is pissed at them specifically. By doing their galactic duty (or political responsibility) and guarding the Omega Gate, Andros has ensured Valtor stays nice and frosty for almost two decades. While his outward reaction - anger and violence - demonstrates his desire for revenge, his sheer lack of restraint and impulse control hints more at fear in my opinion. In the latter half of s3 we only ever see him freak out like this when he is actively losing the war. He is the animal that bites when cornered.
We cant be sure he was aware in his cell, but if just the mention of Andros can set him off like this, we can assume he really doesn't like to think about it, and might even have some form of PTSD sticking with him. And since his only reaction to fear at this point seems to be maiming and murdering, this will likely contribute to his evil-and-lovin-it problem.
Excellent ask anon!!
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Caution to the Wayward Son Chapter 5 *mature*
Rooster x f! Not pilot Reader- Enemies to lovers
Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, 18+ Words: 2,546 no use of Y/N
Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date. That is priceless in the navy.
Chapter 1 My masterlist
Today was an off day you got dressed in your rec uniform. A black t-shirt with a pair of shorts.
You open your door as Bradley does. His black shirt was so basic, and yet each muscle seemed to pop against the color. "Ladies, first," He said.
"So you can stare at my ass?" You lifted a brow and crossed your arms, leaning on the door frame. You had irritation running off your words. You could hear him singing in the shower this morning. It was a rude awakening at five in the morning on your only off day so far.
Bradley smirked. "You did it yesterday."
You huffed and walked down the hallway. "Fuck you." You said loudly.
"You wish you could." He said calmly watching your body sway. Despite the annoyance you put him through he enjoyed the shorts.
"Not even a little bit, bradley" you called back.
He picked up his pace following close behind you. "Good, because I dont want to fuck you either. Im sure you're just as selfish in bed as you are on a regular basis."
You kept walking, not rushing to get too ahead of him. "I am not selfish. If we had sex you'd probably be drunk expecting me to be head over heels for that."
"You're still on that?" He groaned. "You were late." You both made it to the deck. A volleyball court was being prepared. Bradley joined the group, setting up the net. You went to the sidelines finding Em. You both weren't much into volleyball.
"Good morning." Em smiled brightly.
"Good morning, Em. I know you're happy to be outside. " You watched as the waves formed behind the boat, and the sunbeams trickled down to your skin.
"Being outside just feels so good. I hate being locked up in the ship." Em looked out to the water. I'm just enjoying the breeze.
It had been a while since you've seen the outside. It was so refreshing to have a breath of fresh air and the sea salt tickling your sense of smell.
The game started, and the players started trash-talking and placing bets. You could hear the groups banter back and forth. Em laughed poking fun at them. Then making bets herself.
"I bet the team with the two girls is going to win." She spoke confidently. "I bet it will be the team with the tallest guy." You both watched as they played, making sure to tell each other when your team scored a point.
You watched as Bradley's team scored a point. He was on Em's betted team.
Bradley smiled as Pheonix spiked the ball into the other side. She clapped her hand to his, and they laughed together.
A pang hit your heart. Heat flowed around your skin. It was so much better when this was the other way around. You tried to focus on the points, but watching their interactions had jarred your emotions.
"What's with you?" Em looked over at you. She could feel the anger radiating off you. The fun you were having suddenly halting. "I'm fine." She followed your gaze and saw Bradley.
"Isn't that your partner in class?" She squinted her eyes to see the man she had seen you quietly arguing with on occasions.
You rolled your eyes. "Yes. He is an asshole. He was the one I was talking about who got pissed when I tried to look ahead on the manual."
She looked over at the girl he was laughing with. "Who's the girl that's with him? She is pretty. I've seen her in class." Em smiled at back at you.
"She's alright." Is all you could say through gritted teeth.
"Girl... you're jealous." She giggled lightly at your jealousy. "So does that mean I can start flirting with Trix?"
"I'm not into either one of them." You glanced at Trix or 'cereal boy' as Bradley called him. Trix was playing basketball with some of his friends on the opposite side of the deck.
"I'm going to take that as a yes. You need to talk to your partner before that girl locks him down." She got up, leaving you to go flirt with Trix. You tried to take your eyes off Bradley but just couldn't seem to. You watched as he victory danced along with his friends. He seemed to be fun to be around. You wanted to know that side of him. The side that you were told about making you want to go out on a date in the first place. He caught your gaze. You shot your eyes anywhere else but his.
He looked for Johnson. He expected you to be with him. He saw Em standing particularly close to Johnson.
He looked back towards you after analyzing just how close Em was to cereal boy, but you were gone.
You walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
"So, your ten minutes are up with cereal boy, and he goes after the girl you sit with at lunch. Harsh, " Bradley spoke up behind you. He sat down at a table across from the fridge, resting from the volleyball game.
You stood back up from the fridge. "I gave her the go ahead, actually." You turned towards him. "You seemed to be close to the pretty girl you always sit with at lunch." You had noticed her before, but Bradley didn't seem particularly close to her until now.
Bradley laughed at the tone you took. It had been the first time he gave a genuine laugh to something you said. "Jealous?"
You rolled your eyes. "No, I'm not."
He pointed at you. "Yes, you are. I can see it on your face."
"Why would I be jealous?" You looked up at him. The look on your face truly did disagree with the words from your own lips.
He stood up and walked over to you. He grabbed the water bottle from your hand and brought it to his lips, taking a sip. He put it back in your hand. He squinted his eyes whispering. "You tell me."
"I have nothing to be jealous about." You narrowed your eyes at him.
He stepped closer to you, leaning his hand on the wall behind you. His lips had entered your space. He was just a few inches away from you. You looked down at his lips, then back to his eyes that were still directed at your lips. He lifted his gaze back to yours.
"Are you sure?" He smirked and picked up his hand off the wall, walking away from you and back outside.
You stood for a moment, almost catching your breath from what happened.
You walked back out to the deck and sat next to Em and Trix. You tried to keep your eyes away from the volleyball court. You made small talk with the pair and tried your best to keep your mind away from Bradley.
Bradley couldn't stop thinking about being that close to you. Those shorts had made him think too hard on one thing. The way your hips swayed when you walked. There was only one reason you could be jealous of Nat. He wanted to give you a taste of being close to him, he knew that's what you craved. He read it in your eyes.
The sun fell, and everyone packed up. They filed down the halls, stopping by to grab things before they settled in for the night.
You just headed straight for your room. Your mind swirled with him being so close to you. You got undressed and laid down. Your mind just kept running with all the teasing he's been doing. You couldn't help yourself as your hands slipped down the covers, meeting your warmth.
Bradley walked down the hall. He heard the sound of your moans slowly getting louder as he got closer to the door. He pulled out his phone and sent the friend request, then stepped into his room quietly.
He immediately got a notification that you had accepted. You continue moaning, and he could feel himself throbbing again.
He listened to you as his hands searched down his shorts. He flipped through your pictures, finding the ones that satisfied him the most. Bradley loved seeing your body.
The next morning class started again.
"Did you ever think of what you're jealous about?" Bradley asked writing notes down in his notebook.
"I already told you, I'm not jealous." You pulled out your highlighters. You started marking the page.
Bradley cringed at every squeak. There was one after another. "Will you stop with the damn squeaking?"
You continued marking the page. "Will you stop thinking I'm jealous?" He grabbed the highlighter from your hand and capped it, putting it in his pocket.
"The more I'm around you, the more I can't stand you." You pulled out a different color and continued.
"The more I'm around you, the more you get on my nerves." He said back, taking the defeat and pink highlighter with him.
"You are so fucking petty. Go touch some damn grass. I don't fucking like you. There is no jealousy. Im just trying to pass this class so I can get the hell away from you." You marked a few more words. Then sat the highlighter down.
"I wish you'd get the hell away from me now." Bradley spoke through his teeth.
"Trust me, I wish I could too." You scoffed.
You were fuming for the rest of the day. He kept pressing the issue during class. You walked down the hallway to your room after being dismissed.
"You can just say it, you know." He walked behind you.
You looked back at him. "Say what?"
"You're upset that our date went so bad, and its all your fault being late."
You groaned. You opened your door and walked into the room slamming the door. You heard a knock.
"Fuck off, bradley." You called towards the door.
"Open your door." He leaned against the wall with his hand.
"No," You yelled through the walls.
"Please, just open the door." He spoke cautiously. He grabbed the highlighter from his pocket.
You opened your door. Just enough to see through. "Here." He held out the highlighter.
You opened the door a little more, reaching out. You grabbed it from his hand and stuck it in your pocket. You pushed the door back closed.
You felt it push back against you before it clicked shut. Bradley had pushed the door fully open. He stepped inside. "What is your problem? Why do you hate me so much?"
You stepped back, anger intensity pulling all around you.
"Because you're an unbearable asshole. You have to follow the rules." Bradley takes a step closer. "You can't just let me do something without saying something is wrong with how I do it, I'm walking too slow, I'm not supposed to read ahead, I can't breathe without you telling me it's irratating you." Your body tensed.
"So that's it, really? There's no other reasons" He stood in front of you.
Your voice grew louder. "I hate the way you sit in class and argue with me every day, then go out on the deck with a different woman and act all smiles and rainbows to her. I hate the way you think I'm an evil bitch." Each word getting higher into a scream.
"You are an Evil bitch." He threw his hands up. "You don't care about other people's time. You don't consider anyone else. Everything is about you. You are so selfish. You were late on the fucking date then just showed up with no texts or calls." He stepped closer to you.
You took a step towards him, pointing your finger on his chest. "I was late because my roommate lost her damn key. I'm not fucking selfish. I did text you, then when I showed up you were fucking trashed. I hate that you were trashed. I wanted that date to go well. It was the first one I'd been on in a year. I decided to try to give you a chance because you looked like a fun guy in your stupid fucking Hawaiian shirt. You didn't look like you took life too seriously. Then I got here and you were a complete dick, and had to follow by the book rules. But then..." you trailed hurt streaming from your face. "you go to the deck and you are like that with her? What the hell?" You're yelling as he closes the gap grabbing your hand. Your nose is just an inch apart from his.
"You were late and I never got a fucking text message. Work is serious. You aren't apart of my life outside of work." His voice softened. "I thought you stood me up. So, I did what any man would do. I drank because you were the only date I'd had in six months that said yes, then you didn't even show, just to show up an hour late." He said it again softer. "I never got a text." He turned opening the door, walking out.
You stood dumbfounded. You grabbed your phone and scrolled down the messages you hadn't pressed send. The message was still in the space for typing after all this time. Just a few words from being finished.
You heard the door open back up. You looked up as his lips forced their way to yours.
Shock clung to your nerves. His body fell against yours backing you into the wall. His hand grabbed yours pinning you to the wall. You threw your phone to the bed then wrapped your other arm around his neck deepening the kiss.
His other hand fell to your waist. His hand aggressively pulls you closer to him. You both explored each others lips and bodies. He trailed his hand down your leg, pulling it up. The rough fabrics of your uniforms merging together. His biceps strained against the sleeves.
His muscle teased your arm that was wrapped around him. Your fingertips traveled to his jawline. You traced the scars on his face. His lips finally slipped away from yours. His deep eyes meet yours. "I'm sorry." You pulled him back in, crashing your lips back to his.
"I'm sorry too." You mumbled against his lips. His hand released yours from the wall. He wrapped both hands around your legs, lifting you from the ground. His hips pressed against yours. You wrapped both arms over his shoulder. The kiss leaves tingles around your body.
You had realized that this was happening with no take backs, but you didn't care. As irritating as he was in class, you wanted desperately to be a part of his world. The world where he wasn't the serious man that you knew him as. You wanted to see the side that was wayward, where you never knew what was coming next.
He let you down, back to your feet. You both were wanting more, not tonight. It was an unwritten boundary between the both of you. You both would wait before traveling further into each other. "We're going to redo the date." He spoke against your lips. "Mmhmm," you agreed and kissed him again, not wanting to let go. "The next off day?" You grinned against his lips. "I'm yours."
Chapter 6
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my new homestuck rp ocs!!
the human is beatrix "trix" heitter and the troll is pleiad domnee :3
trix is a maid of mind and pleiad is a heir of space
beatrix is a girl who watches disturbing movies for fun since she's locked in her own house and pleiad is a shadow dropper (troll zombie) killer for the pure fun of it :3 shes so silly
trix's strife specibi are lobotomy tools and pleiads is her huge fucking lance right there
this time around the sprites were made by my friend while i made the designs!!!
#✧ post#✱ ocs#homestuck oc#fantroll#fankid#fun fact!!#beatrix is inspired by josef heiter from the human centipede#and pleiad is based on don quixote from limbus company!#i hope you guys like them#please dont spread like wild fire pleas
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Based off Mr frosty the snowman's comment. Read below to decide if this is worth restarting the damn story line around Slugterra with magic and stuff.
“I’m going to start with a very simple question.”
His engine roared, motorbike speeding it’s way across the caverns, Trix scowling as they sped towards the twins. Dumber of the pair shouting back as they chased him.
“LODE!!”
She dragged the blade behind her. Red curled hair boiling back as she strode forward. Anger in her eyes as she strode towards the man, grey skin, body strengthened in the darkness. Burning red eyes meeting demonic yellow.
“Under who’s fucking orders-”
Speeding away, shouting back at his stupid brother. Blakk was gone. Their lives gone, Ma shot dead with whatever That was chasing behind, a strange mechabeast driving towards him. Black bodied helmet, leather clothes, a strange blaster that seemed to shoot slugs of metal and death. Arm bleeding as he continue to ride.
“STOP CHASING ME YA NUB!!!”
Yelping, loud shots ringing behind him, ducking his head as the woman oddly cursed in that weird easterner’s tongue.
Chinese. Something like that, cursing loudly as she sped past the Shane. This new program of Eli’s, it’d been trouble after trouble. Days spent coupled, protecting the caverns had clearly awakened something, turning the criminals into a police force that would have worked with the Shanes to keep the peace. Earn glory and gold through generally legal means. A mad pitch, but the first Shane to defeat several world ending disasters was something nobody could truly dare argue against.
And now? Well, she’d blown her way in, lightning crackling as she shot down an illegal dealing.
My head still ached from whatever impact that weird crystal that’d vanished into nothing she’d thrown to the floor. Revving engines, Eli calling behind me.
“GRA-”
“YEAH YEA-”
She’d managed to shout back, sparks of lightning erupting as whatever weapon she had. A ‘gun’ or pistol, or whatever it was. It didn’t use slugs, Beatrice didn’t hear most of what Eli had said, most of anything didn’t make sense. Sure, they’d saved the world over a period of years. And then a few months. But this had only been a day. Pounding against her skull, body pushing back before she could half hear something.
“OH FUCK ME.”
English. For the first time since she’d arrived, eyes growing wide. Strange woman’s robotised voice cutting through as she dropped the gun to her bike’s side. Popping a wheely, lightning sparking out of the vehicles engine as storm clouds gathered above.
“…”
And now she stood, frozen in place. Head turning to the massive expanse of black stone, the courtyard of the underground holding cell. The coupled up cave system in this small corner of Hell, court standing a few metres aside as she turned to the entrenched fort leader.
“What the HELL did you do?”
Bravado long gone. Birthright in her eyes, the man smirking, snarling as blood rain erupted over one half of the twin.
“What our kind has alway done.”
He replied. The woman shook her head. Releasing her anger, flames erupting at her fingers as she drew her blade back.
“And I’ve long explained that belief is what caused us to fall.”
Locke managed to force his brother to stop, woman loudly cursing as she gripped the encased stone item.
“JESUS FUCKING- OH SHUT THE FUCK- EMARCHINA- CUNT!!!”
And evidently. Whatever it was she tried to do, wasn’t working.
“GUYS…”
The stranger’s bike floated up, item cracking. Red shards expanding into what looked like a circle, my heart sank. Stomach swallowing as Locke stammered out.
“I- That-”
“GO HOME.”
Snarling through her teeth, glaring at the bandit as his thicker headed brother slapped his head.
“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN THE JOB!”
“H- HEY!”
And then they turned, my head shifted back. I’d seen this only a few times, body tugged back. Letting out a gasp as he managed to mouth out an instruction. Not like I needed one, trees started to uproot themselves, thunder booming as an ancient voice roared out in… French??
Accent cutting through, cursing as flames erupted across and then…
For reference read the following.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52655824/chapters/133190566
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The Newest Foe is an Old Face!
It was another bickering day, the villains seething and ranting about the maidens new success to stopping them. They were all ranting, their voices were like poison and knives. Even the Queen of all screaming had to cover her ‘delicate’ ears. Every villain was yelling at each other, taunting with one failed plan towards another. It was like a every day roulette, except all the chambers were full and everyone is shooting each other with verbal outrage and violence.
Soon, the god of deaths chirped up. “I swear, to the gods. Don’t we all have one secret weapon?!” He shouted, as his flames burn to a bright glowing red. In the room they were all gathered, everyone little henchmen and recruiters were there. (And also the queen tiny king, he is also there. Please acknowledge him.)
And everyone was at the sidelines, listening and trying to improve. But suddenly, one of them spoke. It was Imira, one who isn’t afraid to speak her mind so freely without a care in the world. The same girl who roast her leader and everyone, beside the beautiful queen and Maleficent, and admit she somewhat plans to betray them, spoke out. “What about Heartslabyul only living prisoner?” She replied. Then all the card soldiers, even the Queen of Hearts, went pale and quiet. As Deuce turn to the tall girl with a look of fear and confusion, “what? There is no one! All the men who treason our queen is always beheaded!” In a heated voice. The girl smirked to this, “my my~ you’re sooo worked up over this one?” She jeered, crossing her arm to pose a taunting physic to the blue hair.
“Something tells me…. Heartslabyul been holding back on us….” She spoke in a cold voice, glaring at the boy as Deuce eyes widen and stood down. Kneeling as he does for the queens. All the villains grew quiet, “no way…. There is one guy you haven’t beheaded?!” Shouted Scar, without defending it. She sighs. “Yes…. Sadly so…. He is only alive for his…. Unique magic….” As she got up and guide everyone back to her beautiful roses kingdom, all while carrying her tiny king around(he got tiny legs. Someone has to hold him).
And to the darkest and lowest parts of the dungeon, they see a closed locked door. And could hear eerie soft giggling that grew louder and louder. As the queen glance to Trey, nodding to him as Trey nods in confirmation as he opened the door. Revealing a young man. Sitting so calmly on the floor with box that cage his whole hands.
The boy lifted his head, from his hysterics as he eyes the villains. “Huh….. hahahahaa….. oh boy…. Am I finally being remembered again?” He asked in a apathetic voice.
“Remembered?” Spoke Maleficent. As the Rose Queen spoke, “this is Trix Jestor. He was my jester. Until. He done treason with his magic towards me. And so. He is locked up here. And his punishment. Was to be forgotten.” She spoke, as this made Trix howl in laughter. “And I regret nu’thin! Shoulda enjoyed it longer!” He laughed and giggled like someone gone mad. “Been locked up while you lots played around! And no one felt so guilty about it!” He laughed, as if he finds his own punishment a whole joke. He is the queen jester. He finds anything amusing and hilarious. “His powers is to make people forget and returning their lost memories from him.”
“Wait…. You had this guy, erase our memories, locked him up, but keep him alive without our acknowledgement?!” Shouted Jafar. As the Queen glared at him, “his powers is what left me to keep him alive.” She glance to Ace. Nodding to him as she knew what to do. As Ace nodded, going to Trix and unlocking the cages and freeing Trix hands. As Trix does so, he grabbed Ace spare deck of cards and threw the cards, but they all curve to the right. Hitting everyone heads yet phase through. It was then everyone remembers. Remembered the poor boy whole life. And it was tragic no one felt bothered to remember him. As Trix stood up, he stretched his arms.
“Soo…. My majesty… hehehe….” He quietly giggle.
Raising his head, to reveal his eyes glowing a bright somber bloody red of crimson. “What do I owe the pleasure to serve for today?” He smirked. To be summoned again. Is his broken wish.
^ before he was thrown to the cell image
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Ontological Shock, part 1
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@_proletkvlt 01/12/2023
CWs: free use, incest-adjacent vibes, dickgirls, memory stuff
More often than not, the beginning of a life-changing day in one’s life feels no different from the beginning of every other. It’s easy to fall into a sense of security when every day is exactly the same, when the things we take for granted continue to grant themselves to us, without question and without hesitation; eventually, something in freefall will cease to further accelerate, and Margaret MacPussbread has felt like she’d been skydiving for quite a long time.
Well, she didn’t like to go by Margaret – her mother was so proud of that name, yet it prickled her like a bed of woodchips. Friends knew her as Mags – everyone except her sister, of course, who clung to her childhood epithet for her beloved older sibling. It suited her better, she thought, “Margaret” reminding her of stuffy cottages and dusty manors back in the north of England; with her vibrant crimson hair, cut into a messy bob and lazily half-dyed, and tomboyish fashion, she never encapsulated what her parents sought of her – though to be fair, neither of them really did.
The light in her bedroom forces her eyes open, still crusty from the night before as they lock onto the pile of empty cider cans she left at the foot of her bed. Fuck – she did forget to clean those up before passing out, she thinks to herself between throbs of a low-level headache. No point in staying in bed with a hangover, even as her phone displays a far-too-bright 9:15 AM – bright and early for her, these days.
Mags crawls out of her bed and into her crop-top, not bothering with a bra – not like there was much to contain – before sliding on her shorts and fishnets to begin the day. Ugh, she’d have to work later, if only for a while; her schedule doing inventory management at the library was truly frustrating at times, and… a noise from the living room distracts her train of thought, like a dull, distant thudding. Was Lei installing furniture or something? Why so early? Furrowing her brow, Mags opens her poster-adorned bedroom door.
“Oh, good morning, Maggy! I’m glad you- nHAHh~! Y-you’re up so early!”
“...Trix?”
Her sister, Trix, was in the middle of her living room, her bubbly short green hair bouncing around ecstatically as she was sprawled across the coffee table. Behind her, Mags’s roommate, Leilani, currently… balls deep in Trix’s asshole, pounding the absolute life out of her.
“Mornin’, Mags,” Lei grunts, both of her muscled hands bearing down on Trix’s perky buttcheeks as she rears herself up for another thrust, “you sleep good, eh?”
“Yeah, I slept alright – good to see you got to town just f-”
Like a flowerpot sent hurtling through the stratosphere towards the tumultuous Earth below, something inside Mags shattered into a million deadly shards that exploded outwards, slicing up everything in their path.
...it was… weird… that her roommate was fucking her sister right in front of her, wasn’t it? Wait, didn’t they do that any time Trix came to visit? Why… huh? An alien sense of confusion began to overwhelm her, pushing the thrumming hangover well out of the way.
“...why is Lei fucking you on our coffee table..?”
Lei chuckles, prompting Trix to give a puzzled look through her expression of pleasure.
“W-huh?” the chartreuse-haired girl asks, her familiar English accent nonplussed by the force of Lei’s thrusts, nonchalantly reaching back to help Lei spread herself wider to get the thick midsection of her girthy cock deeper inside, “d-didn’t you say I could, like, t-two years – ahnh! - ago?”
Huh – she did, actually, she pretty plainly remembers that. Was… was it always this… weird, though? Something wasn’t sitting right – but how?
“...yeah, I guess I did.”
“You good, sis?” Lei says, “You gotta stop buyin’ those 16-ounce ciders, girl, you got too turnt last night.”
Trix giggles and starts rolling her hips, allowing Lei to pull free of her inviting asshole – startling Mags the second she did so, visible to both of the other women from the force of her frightened twitch.
Did… did Leilani always have a fucking horse penis, too? When did that happen? WHY did that happen? The thing was unbelievably huge, a veritable third leg – literally, as it was nearly thicker around than Trix’s skinny thighs and almost half as long. The base of it is folded neatly into a meaty, thick sheathe of flesh, the whole member a vascular log attached to the base with a notably-engorged middle ring, before tapering out at the tip with a wide, flared head, dripping seed with every pulsating heartbeat, pumped directly from the churning, flesh-covered sack of grapefruit-sized orbs hanging between the woman’s well-toned thighs.
Lei wiggles it at her surprised-looking roommate with a cheeky expression, yet Mags keeps staring as if something is wrong.
Was it actually normal for her sister to be fucking her horse-cocked roommate? Was… was having a dick that big normal, either? Was it always normal, or was Mags the odd one out? Had she truly been okay with it all until right now? What changed – did anything?
Mags blinks, a deep-red blush spreading across her cheeks.
“I-I think I’m going to go get some air.”
She hurries through the living room, past the kitchen, and out the front door of her apartment, swiping her black coat on the way out and leaving Lei and Trix deeply confused – if only for a moment.
“...so, uh, you wanna go for round three, right?” Lei asks, prodding her still-rigid cock at the opening of Trix’s slack asshole. “I ain’t got shit to do today.”
“Uh-huh!”
The plaps had already begun again by the time Mags got her coat on. If nothing else, the brisk air of the morning was helping with the headache. She shook herself off a bit, and with a sigh, started down the road to her favorite little brunch-and-bar place, the Foreboding Deathless Crypt – they had pretty good coffee, and by now, she was pretty friendly with the crew. If anyone could help her clear her mind, they would probably be there.
Normel, Oregon had been her home for half a decade, now. It was a decently-sized down on the green side of the mountains, nestled between a prestigious university and a long, boring stretch of I-5. Still, she’d had yet to grow truly accustomed to its eccentricities. Every walk took place beneath the looming, distant edifice of a gigantic upside-down concrete cross, visible from Mags’s apartment even above the trees and rooftops. Streets were named in brutalist, alphanumeric styles, and most strangely of all, it felt like everyone else she passed by were similarly-exaggerated as Leilani evidently was; heaving breasts tucked into obviously-undersized shirts and jackets, pants straining beneath tightly-packed bulges…
Mags shakes her head. Everything felt like a distraction, and it was getting hard to deal with. Despite her own discomfort at… well, everything, she couldn’t hide her own dimly-growing arousal, even from herself. A pale blush spread across her cheeks as a particularly well-endowed woman in jogging gear turned a corner on the opposite street, the spandex doing its best – and nowhere near enough – to contain the jiggling mass of her long, flaccid cock, squeezed up between her own pair of tits for stability.
Thinking would be impossible like this – something Mags realizes with a painful thud, walking into a street lamp. Fuck! She rubs her temples, but her hangover’s roaring back with a furious vengeance. Stupid tunnel-vision, stupid fucking cider, stupid fucking Mags, stupid fucking morning; a long, drawn-out groan escapes her lips out of nothing more than long-stewed frustration, slapping herself mentally for having to put up with this. At least the Crypt was just a block away, the plainly-visible edifice of ancient granite towering like a monolith above the trees and neighboring shops.
...and closed, obviously, which she realized after trying to rattle the clearly-locked wooden door to the foreboding, time-worn stone assemblage in the middle of the otherwise normally-zoned suburban mix-use neighborhood. Ugh – this is why Mags never woke up before 11:30 on good days – nothing to do until then, and most of her group chat was still asleep well beyond that.
Luckily, someone seemed to be inside; within a moment or two of her rattling the oversized wrought-iron knocker, the great doors groaned open just enough for Mags to poke her head in.
“Mags? What the Hell are you even doing awake?” a nasally voice from inside croaks, “You know we don’t open for, like, an hour and a half.”
Peering back at her from the relative darkness of the Crypt are two reflective, crimson irises, the full, gaunt face of their pale owner coming slowly into view as Mags adjusts her eyes.
“Sorry, Sylv, I just…” Mags begins, cutting herself off with a sigh. “Can I just come in?”
Sylvia’s glowing eyes seem to scowl in annoyance a bit, but she soon relents, pushing the heavy door another hair with a grunt. She’s the only one inside, as she usually was before the Crypt was officially open – someone has to do it, and better to hand the duty to the girl who didn’t technically need to sleep.
“...fine. I turned the espresso machine on – you can have some of the waste shots if you want ‘em.”
She was a Dracula, part of small yet proud community in Normel, as evidenced by her completely-pale alabaster skin and raven-black hair, both tinged the slightest blue by the color of her blood. She was short, even somehow shorter than Mags herself, who barely stood at five-foot-six, with a chubby build and slight breasts – but most of her weight tended to go to her ass, of course; if there were any more junk in her trunk, she’d be wider than she was tall.
Some dim and distant portion of Mags’s mind prodded at her for a moment. Here she was, standing in a self-professed “foreboding deathless crypt” talking to a woman with glowing eyes and plainly-visible fangs poking from her plushy lips.
...no, that sounded about right, on second thought. At least something today was finally normal, Mags sighs, smiling as Sylvia steps aside to let her in.
The interior of the Foreboding Deathless Crypt was quite nice, something Mags maintained her entire time living in Normel. It had a good vibe, with some nice fairy lights hanging from the yet-immovable pillars of unidentifiable igneous stone, booths and bar stools nestled between tables and more conventional accommodations. All sat above a beautiful floor of mathematically-flawless polished stone, a surface so utterly divinely-carved and frictionless it largely sat beneath black silicone mats for workplace safety compliance.
They both sat at the main bar, Sylvia behind it and Mags on her favorite stool, sipping a slightly-burnt latte as she went over the morning.
“...and I just – has it always been like this, or is it just me?” Mags sighs, staring down into her mug as Sylvia stares at her with a confused scowl.
“I mean – sounds like you, not gonna lie,” the Dracula woman replies, “We’ve been friends since you moved and I can’t remember anything too weird happening.”
“Doesn’t the Crypt let patrons fuck their bartenders after every fourth drink they buy?”
“Well, yeah,” Sylvia continues, “but that’s not weird, that’s just annoying. I mean, doesn’t every place do that?”
“...do they?”
Sylvia shrugs. “Probably, right? ‘Least everywhere I’ve worked.”
For a moment, neither say anything at all. Mags had to soak it in – all of it. The caffeine was clearing her mind, but with every increase in clarity came only deeper confusion above a silty bed of titillating possibilities. It was starting to frustrate her, really.
“...yeah, guess so,” Mags says, not wanting to waste more of the woman’s time. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“Uh-huh. Go touch grass or something, babe,” Sylvia returns, dipping her rag into the red plastic bucket on the bar. “You know where to find me if you start feelin’ better.”
With that, Mags nods and gives Sylvia a curt little hug before sliding back out of the imposing front door and into the sunlight.
Birdsong filled the air, distant branches rustling in the mid-morning breeze. Clarity finally began to creep into Mags’s mind, even if only a trickle. A deep, satisfied breath of air was all it took for her resolve to float back above the anguish. Maybe she was being silly, after all – what was there to worry about, anyways? Social awkwardness at seeing some dicks and boobs? She was a grown woman! With confidence in her own ontology returning to her, Mags steps down from the stoop and back onto the sidewalk. Sylvia was right, a walk in the park would set her right – all she needed was some fresh air and some time to think.
She makes it about ten paces before a black-clad figure in a balaclava smashes a brick over her head and stuffs her into a canvas sack, dragging her into the dark alleyway beside the Crypt’s looming shadow.
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After Duskwood
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⚠️TW: slight smut (restraints, knife, sexual content), talk about previous abuse.
Chapter 20
It's a quiet drive to the hotel expect the techno music she plays. Jake is in the front seat but he has his hand reaching back touching my leg just grazing it as I'm looking at the city. I close my eyes as the sleepings meds still have me tired.
“What do you see in her?” Trix softly ask’s Jake. I feel like she didn’t want me to hear her ask but I did so I leave my eyes closed.
“For four years, I’ve been searching for a home. The moment we started talking it felt that way. I was instantly drawn to her.”
‘But she’s not your normal type. I don’t think when things get bad with you she will be able to handle it, Nym” Trix says.
Jake sighs, “Trix, I know things with you didn’t go as planned like you wanted them but you can’t hold it against me, I’ve moved on” he says as his fingers still graze my leg.
“Oh, I've moved on. We were bad for eachother Nym. However, I don’t want to see another girl go through that again because of you. It took me months to heal from that abuse.”
I bite my tongue to hold in the tears, hearing her say that makes me realize she’s just wanting Jake to turn his life around.
“Look Trix” Jake raises his voice. “ I had no idea he was going to do that to you! If I had I wouldn’t have brought you around him but I didn’t. I promised myself after that, that I would never bring another girl around him. MC won’t even ever know his name as far as I’m concerned, he’s dead.” he says.
I open my eyes and I see Trix looking in the mirror at me but I don’t say anything and they stop the conversation.
She finally pulls into the hotel and stops in front. Jake and I get out, hearing everything. My heart feels heavy because there are parts of his past he doesn’t want me to know about. She puts her window down "hey Jackass message me to set up the appointments" she says.
"Thats MCs call if she wants you to do them" he says and the look on her face is priceless cause she realized she fucked up.
She peels out and I looks at Jake "is it really my choice?" I say.
"Yeah she can easily do the design we were talking about on the flight. If you don't want her too because of what she said I understand" he says pulling me against him.
I lean into him still smelling his cologne and I whimper at his touch. "Let me think about it but you need to make something up to me" I say as I look up at him with a smirk.
He takes my hand and we go in and check in. Once in the room he shuts and locks the door. I'm ahead of him putting my bags down and I feel him wrap his arms around my waist pulling me close and he nibbles my ear.
"Mmm not what I was thinking but definitely don't stop" as I lean back against him.
He whispers in my ear as his hands run along underneath my shirt to my breast "what were you thinking?"
"Showing me Colville, that you know" I say as my hips grind against him.
"You sure you want that instead of this?" He asks and I hear the devilish grin in his voice.
"I want both," I whimper as my hand reaches up and back around his neck as I bite my bottom lip.
He spins me around real fast and walks me backwards to the desk where he hasn't set up yet and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him as he does and sets me on the desk. He passionately kisses me rough as a hand is rubbing the inside of my thigh and his other hand is squeezing my hip. I moan into his mouth as my hands start to pull off his shirt and he does the same to me. They both get thrown to the floor at the same time. Where his kisses start going down my body.
I lean back on my hands pushing my body closer to him as he lifts up my ass so I'm just hanging off the edge and pulling down my shorts not letting his lips leave my skin. As he puts me back down his fingers that were once on my thigh are moving the fabric of my underwear to the side as his other hand unhooks my bra.
I look at him for the first time since we've started and I grab his face. As I kiss him deep and rough. He pulls away as he goes back this time sliding his fingers inside me as I moan in pleasure "fuck Jake don't stop please."
His mouth pulls away from my skin as he looks at me seeing me fully give myself to him with no resistance. He whispers in my ear as his free hand rubs my scar "trust me MC" he growls.
"I do" I say as with his fingers alone I'm close to exploding. I look in his face and I see a different look. He's rough but still protective of me "Jake greenlight on anything you want" I moan as he feels me explode on his fingers.
He pulls away and grabs restraints and his knife. I follow him standing right behind him as he pulls them out of his bag and I whimper "you sure you're giving me the greenlight for everything?" He says as he spins around.
"Yes" I say looking into his eyes with no hesitation.
He pushes me back on the bed as he ties my hands together above my head. My eyes are closed as soon as my body hits the bed. As I feel his hand on my thigh I hear the blade open and for the first time I don't squim or jump at it. I feel him climb on the bed and gently with no pressure put the knife against my skin as he kisses my neck. Then he pulls away and puts the knife away and undoes the restraints as I feel him leave the bed.
"God damn it Jake!" I yell.
He jumps back into bed and kisses me deeply "little bits at a time baby girl" he says as he leaves the bed again and heads into the shower.
I hear the water running and I crack open the door and he's standing at the counter still dressed. "Shit" i say with a smile.
"Thought you could sneak in here I see" he says as he grabs my hand pulling me into him against the wall.
"You know me too well. Why did you stop out there?" I ask.
"There's someplace I wanna take you but first we gave to go get my car" he says.
I realized it's still at the airport from when we left Duskwood. "Fuck you made me put up with Trix even though your car was there!?" I yell pushing him away and I jump in the shower to clean up.
He waits for me in the bathroom "that wasn't the plan but she recognized me" he says holding my hips.
"You could have taken me to your car instead of making me sit in the car with her" I say as I move away as I go to change clothes I feel Jake watching me from behind. I hear a sigh as he follows me.
"I'm sorry" he says, grabbing my stomach again.
I realized at that moment that maybe I am jealous of what they had and I realized for the second time today he's apologizing to me when we have a fight. I turn around after getting dressed. "I'm sorry, maybe I am the jealous girlfriend type. I saw how you two looked at each other in the airport." I say lowering my head down.
Jake grabs my chin lifting it up "no need to apologize. Me and her didn't work because we're both too stubborn. Plus I was meant to find you. She doesn't even know my real name" he says, pulling me against him.
"Can we do the tattoos with someone else?" I ask, looking at him.
"You don't feel comfortable with her even if I'm right there?" He asks.
"No, even the drive with your fingers grazing my calf I was on edge. I just wanted to climb into your lap claiming you as mine in front of her" I say "I know that sounds selfish specially after she calling me a princess. "
"No, you have every right to do that because I am yours" he says as he kisses me.
We grab a cab and head to the airport to grab his car and once inside I see that extra hoodie he keeps in the back. "I think this needs to be washed. I thought you brought it with us" I say.
"I meant too and totally forgot in the rush of leaving" he says grabbing my hand.
All of a sudden my phone goes off and it's the agent he asks if we can come in tomorrow. I look at Jake "you okay to do this tomorrow?" I say.
"Yeah, as ready as I'm gonna be," he says.
I set up a time and I hold Jake's hand.
He finally pulls out of the parking lot and we takes me out of the city up to a hill overlooking. Unlike when I took him there is a gaurd rail and the sun is setting "this was my spot" he says.
"Wait, you grew up in Colville?" I say looking at him
"Yeah well just outside my mom had a house. I still haven't been back to that property" he says as he wraps his arms around me. We lean against the hood watching the sun set and the city light up. "This is the Colville I've known for the past 4 years at night time" he says.
"I guess you need to show me it then." I say grabbing his hand.
Pulls me back towards him "I can see your mind is wondering something MC what is it?" He says.
"Trix said somethings I can't get out of my head" I say.
"Like what?" He asks.
'Asking if a princess like me can handle you and that she expected something different seeing me" I say looking away from him.
He grabs my face "MC you're not a princess and you can completely handle me. I was unsure when we were out with your friends if I can handle you." He says with a smile.
"I feel like I haven't really seen you lose control" I say looking in his eyes. "Even when I give you the greenlight to do as you please you stop yourself" I say.
"Because I'm scared to hurt you. I'm rough and demanding, that's why I had you fill out that form" he says, holding my face.
"What did she mean when she said she expected something else?" I ask.
"Since I've been on the run I've only been with girls like her. However before that my exes were just like you. I changed my "type" so I didn't get too attached. "
"Until you met me and couldn't control the feeling" I say as I hold his hand.
"Exactly…. I tried to push you away but you just kept coming back. That's how I knew you could handle the real me" he says leaning his head against mine.
"So most people from your life from these last 4 years dont even truly know you" I say looking into his eyes.
"Nope only the parts I've let them but the more and more I'm with you the more of it that i used to be is opening up and letting you in. Which scares me but makes me feel relieved at the same time" he says.
"Well just know iIm not going anywhere. Do you have that ring?" I ask.
"I'm not proposing to you yet MC" he says.
"No, I just want to wear it on my right hand so when I'm not near you I have a piece of your past with me" I say. "I wouldn't expect you too yet. I know it's something you want but we're not ready yet".He pulls it out of his pocket looking at it. "That's if you want too" I say seeing the internal fight happening in his eyes.
"A part of me does and another part of me remembers the promise to my mom I made" he says.
"Then don't break a promise to your mom" I say. As I say that I turn my back towards him leaning against him just taking in the city view. I feel him grab my right hand and slide it on my finger.
"One day I'll use it as promised but everyone that knows me well knows what that ring means and your mine" he says. A shiver goes down my back as he says that as I look at it and hold his hand. He kisses my shoulder again. "Let's go show you my world now" he says as he pulls me to the car and opens the door for me.
#duskwood#duskwoodlover#duskwood fanfiction#writing#fanfic#mc x jake#everbyte duskwood#duskwood jake x mc
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@trixstone
at: the cemetery, 31st October.
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Not only had Del nursed a hangover from hell after the ball but they then decided to drink themselves into oblivion again. To get rid of the hangover. Smart. Now it was late afternoon on their birthday of all days, an hour later than they said they were going to be meeting Trix.
Amazing. What a weird little ritual their half sibling had, wanting to dance on Johnny Bridge’s grave as soon as possible. But, they weren’t going to judge.
Del’s 1957 Chevy hearse that was named Betty, screeched to the cemetery gates. Shortly after, Del rolled out from behind the driver’s seat with large black cat-eye sunglasses to shield their fragile gaze.
For a few moments, which felt like an eternity, Del turned the keys to lock Betty up but dropped them with a loud clang to the gravel. Sighing, Del fetched them up again and this time secured their vehicle successfuly. Stomping footsteps marched towards the gates and Trix. “Don’t.” they warned with a raised hand, as if they were shielding themself from paparazzi. Pushing open the iron gates, Del continued on and didn’t even look back to see if Trix was following. “He’s somewhere near the back which is...obviously fucking amazing and not at all annoying.”
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*cough* six*cough* teen *cough*
(m-maybe...if I turn around...they won't see me...)
hey, do you wanna read my gameplan rn lol? my rewrite thesis statement, if you will? it's long:
[s1e1-3] are getting full rewrites (a second one lol), where I'm completely fixing the paragraphs, dialogue, and overall details (idk if this was true for other rewriters, but s1e3's first half is a struggle for me to get through? like the wizgiz/intro sections, before the fun party stuff)
[s1e4-7] is actually not bad, I just need to fix the dialogue and change some scenes, like showing why brandon's upset in 4 (engagement-related), and why riven calls musa "moose" in 7 (drunk riven attempting to read her name from across the room) & vamping up that whole rivusa scene in general asgfkfl.
[s1e8-15] gets fixed too bc LO AND BEHOLD, the holdup lies in these chapters!
-expanding the driven sections in 8, taking out the "hearing thoughts" thing they have because it raises the stakes too early (they still tele-communicate, though),
-the WHOLE SCENE in 9 where rivusa's talking and reduce it to a couple lines (make him less feely, too) which is sad but it's GOTTA go bc later, when he starts acting out it's not as jarring? and he'll explicitly look at musa and approach her first, then step over her.
-no glass, more punches, brandon & riven fuck each other's faces up! and most importantly, keep darcy's reaction to riven at the end vague, no speaking, just a long, very intimidating look before she locks herself in.
-10! 10!!! NO PROMISE, cut the promises, deadass! driven's just talking, and looking very hot while doing so
-calm brandon down, and make him sheepish about getting his ass kicked
-nobody saw the trix in the simulation room, just bloom fighting and glitching out by herself
-driven has a good time in 11, where they're eating, laughing, and stealing shit for fun, then BOOM, musa shakes things up, riven still talks to her at the play, but the whole reason for him coming later is to apologize
-their discussion in 12 needs to be VAGUE, I kept over-explaining shit, he was just there to apologize and leave, but musa reacting positively makes him stay longer, rekindling their friendship
-13, once again, over-explaining (brandon's worried about "sky's" engagement, not mad about it, and bloom notices he's worried and comforts him)
-darcy's annoyed, not pissed. riven gets forced to sleep on the floor though lol. the compromise happens, it's just not explicitly stated, and the rivusa friendship arc begins (with musa hiding her feelings for the moment)
-14 only gets some dialogue changes, so that brandon feels like he's been found out, and distances himself from bloom. darcy and musa might also get a scene, to show that the compromise is in effect (she avoids fighting her, begrudgingly)
-and then in 15, instead of riven's kicker being "holy shit that's a guy I know", it's "holy shit that's a specialist", bc he'll be the one hitting Ivan over the head, not icy. meaning he attacked the specialist, which is Bad™. he's panicking. darcy mind-wipes Ivan and tries to get riven to relax, but riven's already checked out, and that key scene of him standing with the bag, with darcy staring at him thinking he'll stay, and then him turning around and jogging towards the parking deck.
-that's the turning point for darcy, too. she's shocked, heartbroken, and realizes what the compromise has done. her abandonment issues, man, don't mess with those!
-also, riven's awake
all the changes boil down to: "chill out, [character]", show vs tell switches, and keeping things simple & vague for the plot's convenience. 16 makes 10000% more sense because of this, but I still have to finish it, obviously.
#tldr never trust the panster in planner's clothing lol#also with life happening rn and this fandom being slower-paced (on tumblr) the safest thing to say is “she's comin' eventually”#but these changes have GOT to happen first#i'm sorry lol
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Wizard forms...?:
So wizards are weird. Their a mix of fairy and witch magic, and I officially decided that Wizards don't happen naturally, and that someone has to become one by stealing a different kind of magic user's magical core/essence/power
Due to the fact that they can supplement attacks they make with their own magic with external natural magic, these people are very dangerous and can hit worlds harder than a normal magic user of their same level
This means that wizards are the token powerful evil magic user. Luckily there's no such thing as a Wizard school for the murderous and power hungry XD
Valtor and the Wizards of the Black Circle are the obvious wizards, but I think it would be dope if the Ancestral Witches (god they need a better name) were Wizards too, to solidify their evil, maybe the Trix as well after s1. Still undecided on that
Ah, rip Jenny the ice fairy, you'd be very dead if I decide yes. You have to get a core the same element as you for it to work, which is why she's fucked. Luckily, no easy to grab fairy of storms or fairy of darkness to be murdered and mutilated for their powers. Can't be murdered if you aren't in the show XD
Due to their....unique situation, and the fact that witch magic and fairy magic doesn't follow the same growth rules, there are no magic forms for Wizards. The made nature of witch forms and subconscious nature of fairy forms don't mix, so getting more powerful is a completely internal thing so a wizard just kinda vibes in whatever clothing their wearing, not needing to transform in any capacity into a different form to use the full extent of their power. They're kinda pera transformed like Nymphs and Sylphs. There just no base forms, they just don't have them, they get stronger but there's no physical difference between a wizard who created themselves at the lowest base form or the highest aside from strength
Idk by what mechanic they grow stonger, but I think Wizard magic should be keen on rewarding the greedy and selfish
Big fucked all around here
They would be able to get the elemental forms me thinks (picking which ever name they liked more), but not properly. They'd have the enegry without the grounding grace of a form, which makes their elemental forms more volitle. There's no chance of getting harmonix or concordix, if you kill someone for their magic type and forcefully add it to your body you've hard locked yourself into becoming a Nymph/Sylph
#winx headcanons#winx club headcanons#rus has ideas#winx wizards#i almost want to make the wizards of the black circle a different thing bc they don't function like wizards#hell they barely function like magic users#they have 1!! spell that's Convergence and a ability#it's less like they're the Wizard of x but they have a magic item that let's them do x sort of deal#Valtor was technically born a wizard bc he was just kinda made instead of needing to steal for himself#winx club
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had a dream that some guy kidnapped the pt4 cast n locked them in a mansion, and the only thing i remember is that he made them custom breakfasts based on what they usually eat (he could divine this w his stand) and he was yelling at jotaro for not eating breakfast for years bc he was an overworked grad student n didnt have time. n then jotaro started talking abt how his mum always used to make him his breakfast by mixing 3 different flavours of wheaties, n the cereal came in rly small packets so it mustve been rly expensive. and ig he never learnt how to make his own bowl of cereal bc his mum always did it for him
how sweet of the kidnapper to get them breaky <3 it’s the most important meal of the day
no but this whole things is making me howl can you fucking imagine. “yare yare what do you want for breakfast jolyne” “trix” “uhh” (never learned to make cereal cause his mommy always got it for him) “pick something else” “this is why i like living with mom more”
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I posted 612 times in 2022
That's 265 more posts than 2021!
165 posts created (27%)
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I tagged 553 of my posts in 2022
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#grishaverse meta - 209 posts
#irl stuff - 71 posts
#anti leigh bardugo - 58 posts
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#anti alina starkov - 47 posts
#grishaverse worldbuilding - 46 posts
#winx - 40 posts
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#surely someone would have told her that her personal routine was not something she was allowed to share with people outside of the palace
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Fate rant part 1 - Winx was already dark enough
Theme-wise. There’s no excuse for whitewashing Flora and Musa.
No, really, it’s not that hard to make the story of Winx more mature, you just have to look at it differently:
Season 1 - Though it is generally pretty tame, the plot involves a girl from Earth discovering she carries in her the power of this universe’s version of God, having that power ripped out of her violently and against her will and having to go on a soul-searching journey to recover it, while the villain is wreaking havoc using it.
She also finds out that she’s adopted and that her birthfamily was killed by a coven of Witches in search of that power, and that she’s the only known survivor of a planet-wide genocide. And she’s a princess of said dead world, whci has been made uninhabitable by the attack. Oh, yeah, and the descendants of those witches are also trying to hunt her down for that same power - and succeed.
FFS, in like the 5th episode, Stella is almost murdered on screen by the Trix, because they wanted her ring.
Darcy mind-controls Riven to date her and spy on the Winx. If they had sex (which 17-18 couple probably would), that’s straight-up rape, right there.
Sky had to switch identities with his bodyguard/squire in for his own safety as a crown prince. He’s in an arranged political engagement with another girl while he pursues Bloom. You could easily dive into political consequences of breaking this engagement that has lasted since they were both children for a “peasant” girl if you wanted to show a more mature side of that. (But like, maybe demonizing Diaspro for being upset about it isn’t a good idea).
The scenes in Magix city after the attack of the Trix are fucking haunting me to this day.
Oh, yeah, and Bloom’s spiritual guide in the season is literally the ghost of her sister, who died at a very young age so that Bloom could live. (I’m sure there’s more dark stuff in season 1, but that’s just what I remembered, so feel free to add).
Season 2 - Oh, boy, season 2.
Our primary antagonist is quite literally the devil, and he was quite directly responsible for the destruction of Domino
We start out the season with the Pixie being captured by him and then tortured and killed one by one as he’s searching for an item they are guarding. Layla/Aisha is almost murdered when she’s trying to save them, managing to barely escape with her life and her bonded pixie.
During the rescue mission, Stella almost dies from lack of sunlight and her boyfriend is held hostage and almost forced to marry someone else, under the threat that if he refuses, she will be locked up underground until it kills her. He is later saved from this at the last minute through the use of a love pspell that makes his would-be wife fall in love with another man(I’m not gonna get into love potions/spells being basically date rape drugs).
A man is replaced by a doppleganger, gets the underage-or-just-fresh-adult Bloom to trust him and then kidnaps her, so his master can subject her to what is a not-even-really-veiled rape allegory and subsequent mind control.
And, once again, Bloom is still the only known survivor of a genocide and her personal story during the show focuses on her finding out more about her home and family.
There’s other things, too, like Sky being murdered and resurected by Bloom, that one episode that deals with Musa’s dead mother and how her dad became abusive out of grief.
Season 3 - it’s not any better.
The Trix are sentenced to a icy hellhole prison, that they manage to break out of with the help of another person tied to Bloom’s past - this time, a man who is effectively her dark reflection. He’s driven by revenge against his captors and quest for power that he believes is rightfully his (I’ve seen some fics suggesting that he in fact had/had learned those powers before, but they were stripped from him once he was captured and playing with this idea would be a sure-fire way to get into some dark moral corners).
This time, we have two people who were mind controlled into a relationship - Stella’s dad and Sky. Rapey much?
Like, season 3 in general is really good and really dark without even really hiding it. Everyone gets a near-death experience and Bloom and Valtor’s relationship as reflections of one another/two sides of the same coin could be something incredible to explore (and a lot of fics do).
Also Faragonda and the rest of the Company of Light are really fucking shady in all of this.
And there is Layla/Aisha’s arranged marriage to Nabu.
Movies 1 and 2 - again, not even really hiding their darkness. Mind control is ever-present, as is mass-murders and destruction, dead family members and court intrigue.
Season 4 - surprise, more genocide.
This time of the Earth fairies. - I mean, they don’t end up being dead, but... they seemed to be and a lot of them probably were.
And also the subsequent revenge against the Wizards of the Black Curcle and humanity as a whole. Give us the full story of the war between the Wizards and Fairies and you’re already really fucking dark and complicated.
Also, Nabu literally dies on-screen - some dubs say he falls into a coma, but IIRC, he dies in the original. Flat out perma-dead. Right after he and Layla/Aisha got engaged. Causing her to seek revenge.
Season 5 - good news, no genocide... except when Tritanus tries to murder everyone on the surface of Andros at the end. So... attempted genocide only. Improvement!
And there’s torture, turning people into monsters against their will, repeated attempted fratricide, a curse that tore a young woman’s spirit out of her body, forcing her to exist as a disembodied spirit for what is most likely at least 20 years.
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#4
Best way to describe my feelings after finishing Twilight:
97 notes - Posted June 5, 2022
#3
I’m starting to think that what’s actually the problem of the Grishaverse, especially the TGT, is that there is a disconnect between the universe, the story and the marketing.
The Grishaverse is a grimdark fantasy world, filled with discrimination, inequality, slavery, war and violence, with political power held by absolutist monarchs and unscrupulous capitalists, where law serves to those with power and fucks over everyone else and where often, the only way to achieve justice is by taking it into your hands.
The story is marketed as a Young Adult fantasy adventure.
And the author wants to tell a fairytale romance story.
And it just doesn’t work.
There are three common ways to incorporate grimdark elements into media - glorification (aka “we’re totally not pandering to incels and psychopaths, pinky promise”), shock value and commentary, with most stories blending all three to some extent.
And the Grishaverse firmly falls into the “shock value” category, whether we’re talking about Zoya’s backstory or the horrors of the Ice Court.
But despite being a grimdark universe, the author still tries to force fairytale morality onto it, causing her protagonists to look like short-sighted, naive idiots and forcing her to bend the rules of the universe to the breaking point to make them win.
104 notes - Posted January 16, 2022
#2
Let me introduce you to two characters:
The first is an immortal man. He’s ancient from human perspective, but he’s considered to be young and idealistic by other immortals. His life’s mission is to protect a wolrdwide opressed minority, that he belongs to. This ahs been his mission since he was 13 and he’s at least 500 now. He’s their guardian, their patron saint in many ways. He was almost killed for his power by his first friend and vowed to build a world where nobody ever needs to be desperate enough to do that. He’s a character driven by empathy, a strong sense of justice and a wish for world peace, the end of wars and discrimination, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve that.
The second is an immortal woman. She’s still young, even by human standarts, but she has the potential to live forever. She’s an orphan, who fell in love with her foster brother. She’s a member of an opressed minority, but she’s revered for her powers instead of despised, through no action of her own. She doesn’t care for the opression of the rest of her kind, as it doesn’t affect her. She’s willing to do anything, even kill innocent people, to protect her brother/love interest. She’s immature, self-centered and short-sighted. She has a love-hate relationship with her powers, her desires, her social status and even her life itself. She likes having power and doesn’t think twice about using it for personal gain and satisfaction, but she despises having responsibility and the expectations her position gives her. She’s driven by her paranoia, her codependant and toxic relationship with her brother/love interest and by her internalized prejudice.
Tell me, which of these two characters sounds like the hero of the story and which like the villain?
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My #1 post of 2022
Character motivations - Why so many people side with the Darkling
Character motivations are a big part of them - why they are liked, how their actions come across, so on and so forth. How motivation is written can make or break a character - and TGT fails at this spectacularly.
The motivations of the “good guys” are unclear at best and plot-dependant at worst, while the “bad guys” - the three that we’re introduced to - have extremely understandable and valid ones.
Motivations of the Darkling and his supporters:
Darkling: Wants to stop wars and persecution of the Grisha everywhere in the world.
Ivan: Wants to stop the endless wars that killed his entire family.
Genya: Wants to take revenge against her rapist and probably the people and system that enabled and furthered that abuse, for herself and all the man’s other victims.
Everyone else: Presumably either want end of the wars or Grisha persecution as well.
Motivations of Alina and her side:
Alina: Wants to live a quiet and peaceful life with Mal, sometimes, maybe. Or rule over Ravka as a Living Saint. Maybe. Possibly. Or die. It varies.
Mal: Want to bang Alina and have her undivided attention - preferably while she gets none herself, I guess. And maybe kill the Darkling because... he liked Alina? Is Grisha? Kills people? Unclear.
Zoya: The Darkling killed her only decent family members, so now she wants revenge (established retroactively).
Nikolai: Wants to rule Ravka, because the current monarch and the actual heir are incompetent assholes and he decided that the "Living Saint” is better ally than the “scary and evil Darkling”.
David: Doesn’t like killing people and feels bad for being part of a mass slaughter that included civilians.
Genya: ? Probably because the Darkling is the Black Heretic and therefore deserves a worse fate than her rapist, I guess.
Everyone else: “Darkling evil”? “Monarchy good”? Are Sun cultists? Who knows, certainly not the reader.
Motivations of miscelaneous other characters:
The royal family: Wants to keep their position of power.
The Apparat: Wants more power, which he plans to gain by controlling the Sun cult in Alina’s name.
Baghra: Wants to “redeem” her son, whatever that means. “Making sure he only cares about her, himself and nobody else” being a strong possibility for the meaning of it.
To be fair, I might be a bit hyperbolic with the lack of motivation on Alina’s side, but their motivations are really the muddiest.
And that’s an issue when they’re the ones who we’re supposed to root for.
Especially when the villain not only have much clearer motives, but they’re actually really fucking good ones.
The system is broken, the world is fucked up and full of prejudice and violence. The “villains” want to fix the system and have a concrete plan how, the “heroes” either want to keep it the same, don’t care about the issues or want to fix them, but their idea of how to do it is “ask the people commiting literal genocide to pretty please stop”.
I don’t know what else to call this but Boomer logic. In a book whose target audience is teenagers.
It’s no wonder so many people like the Darkling and his side better than Alina and hers.
288 notes - Posted February 25, 2022
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in case you were wondering how much I fuckin love Trixie Mattel
#lock screen#and home screen#sorry pals#I just really want to marry her#how can someone be so pretty?#she’s so fucking hot#I mean so thicc#dumb petty and bitchy trix#personal
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