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#tw: lies
lakesbian · 8 months
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watching the terror solely so i can make the most accurate joke possible about how alec dies
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ti0mumu · 1 year
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i am emotionally mature and well adjusted
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savebatsfromscratch · 2 years
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I did what I was supposed to.
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42556899
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Summary: Sun hears of Faba’s lie.
Note: When I read this part of the book I was immediately heartbroken, but I like when my favorite characters are in pain so I dragged it out a little bit, just for me. Also I didn’t use quotes from the book, I just made stuff up.
Cws and Tws: Some guy stealing land, death, referenced colonialism (in a fictional place)
Words: 1189
Prompt: IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY | Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade
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Fic (under the cut):
“Here!” He shouted, flinging the money through the air and watching as it fought against the breeze, “One million bucks! I did what you asked!”
But Faba just stared in confusion, not moving as the money rained down around him, little pieces of the incredibly hard work that Sun had been taking part in for the past several years. It was like he didn’t even remember the deal that they had, didn’t even remember that day. That day that he had stolen Sun’s island away from him.
Sun felt anger filling him as the battle raged around them, flashes of light and blasts of noise a distraction for the two of them. (But it was not distraction enough to just… ignore the thousands of pokedollars that were being given so clearly to him.) “For my island?” He said, blankly, unwilling to believe that this evil man did not know what he was talking about, “You promised me!”
For a moment or two more, Faba stared, confused as the last few dollars fluttered to the ground. The wind was blowing them all across the rocks, scattering his life’s work as neither party jumped to catch them. But then a spark of recognition lit the man’s eyes. They sparked meanly under his weird green glasses and Sun immediately felt himself fill with an unbelieving worry. 
“Oh that promise?” Faba asked, clearly teasing him as he raised a foot, “Are we talking about the same one?”
Sun squenched up his nose, his disdain for the man growing as he pretended not to know exactly what he was talking about. The day that his grandpa had died. Sun and his family had flown all the way from Kanto to set up the funeral percedings and such. He was just a little kid at the time, but Sun remembered clearly how different the island was compared to when he had seen it before.
It had been just as warm and nice as any other time he’d been there, with colorful flowers popping out of the grass and shiny fish flitting to and fro in the water, but something was wrong. Something was gone. His parents had sat him down and given him a talk about what had happened. At first he didn't know how to process it. (How could he? He’d never dealt with death before.) 
But that wasn’t the only different part of what was going on. Of course, he hadn’t paid much attention to it at the time, as he spent much of his time bawling his eyes out over his grandfather’s then cold body, but he distinctly remembered his mom getting into a fight with someone just outside the door.
That wasn’t it either, there were all these oddly clothed people all across the island. They had been checking the dimensions of different things, taking photos, talking on cell phones, and getting into arguments with his parents. Of course, he knew now that they belonged to the Aether Foundation. (Everyone knew their catchy jingle, but whenever he heard it, it just grated on his nerves.) But that’s just where Faba came into it, there, as he was crying over his grandfather’s corpse.
Of course it was, Alola had a history of being taken over by people who lived far away, and this Aether Foundation was just another example of one. Sun hadn’t been born in Alola (in fact, he had lived in Kanto for a decent chunk of his life), but his family traced their roots to here. His mother specifically, and obviously his grandfather as well. So when Faba saw a small boy, crying over the body of the former owner of an island that would be oh so convenient to take over, he did what such evil people always had. Never mind the morals associated with such a move. (Or the lack thereof.)
Much of the day was blurry in his mind, but he knew this much; Faba had promised him the return of his island once he had collected one thousand Pokedollars. Sun had done exactly that, but here Faba was, pretending that he hadn’t. He wanted to scream, but his anger wasn’t even at its highest point, because not even a moment later, Faba was laughing.
“Oh you believed me?” Faba laughed, carelessly kicking away a couple of pesky pokedollars like they were autumn leaves in the Viridian Forest, “I didn’t really mean that.”
Sun was taken aback, and he felt an eye twitch as the man kicked away a little bit more money, “What-?” He stared, unable to believe it. (Even though he felt like he had already known.) It was like his entire world was shattering.
“It was really an attempt by a very kind person to help a child who was in pain,” he said, clearly lying (or at least very happy with what he had done), “and now you’ve gone and wasted your life getting the money?!”
Sun felt his knees buckle. The battle still raged behind him, and Faba continued to taunt, but all he heard was white noise. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. 
But yet he had too. 
Like he always had to. 
“I’m terribly sorry,” Faba said (if he wasn’t lying before he was definitely lying now), “I didn’t expect you to take it so seriously,” he began to turn away, grinding his heel into one of many dollars, scattered by the wind across the ground.
Sun knew he wasn’t sorry, he knew that he should jump up there and stand up for himself (he had the power to do so), but somehow, he felt far too broken. His body wouldn’t respond to his commands. (Or was it that his brain refused to give any out?) Either way, he could not seem to move as Faba escaped him, laughing gently as he disappeared back into the fray. 
He felt useless, helpless, like a piece of his soul was being slowly torn away from him. He had spent the last five or more years gathering this money, working literally every job that he could get his hands on, and now, he reached weakly to grab some of it, stuffing it into his bag with shaking hands, now it was gone. His breaths came out shaky. Even if he could recover all that money, it would never be enough to buy back his grandfather’s island. (What should be his island.)
The Aether Foundation (as many corporations were) was just too powerful. Too helpful for the common people for them to do anything about its most recent unjust actions. Too packed full of money for one million bucks to do anything to even dent what they were getting. Sun let his head fall onto his knees, tears coming hard and fast as he did. It had been foolish to hope that he could pay it back, to think that they would ever accept what he had done.
Sun shivered, his tears coming like rain as Moon screamed for him to help her.
But how could he? After everything that had happened? 
He did what he was supposed to.
End of fic notes: I know it may be a bit late to make this disclaimer, but I have never dealt with colonialism or it's effects, and I'm terribly sorry if this is at all inaccurate.
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 7 months
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This is the people you're siding with, these are the Israeli settlers.
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celine-song · 1 month
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Kristen Stewart & Katy O'Brian
Love Lies Bleeding (2024) dir. Rose Glass
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JORDAN LI — Gen V, Season One costume design by Laura Montgomery
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Derek Luh as Jordan Li GEN V (2023-)
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Thinking about this iconic moment before work again
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anakinism · 8 months
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#girlhood
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youwantedavillain · 1 year
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Lol She Dmed Me! Let's Analyze It! (Part 6)
Alright let's continue our analysis! The library is open~
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If we look at the first one (Dm56) we see her trying to manipulate the situation to make it look like she is virtuous and a martyr when she isn't which is revealed later on in the next few dms (61-67).
I repeatedly point at everything she says. She said before in the previous parts that she wanted attention -- thus the pointing out of "pity points". I again reinstate that I don't believe her due to the many times she has lied to me for her own benefit behind my back in a place that I couldn't reach nor ever know about. I outright state that if she didn't like me pointing out her vile actions then she shouldn't have done them in the first place -- this actively shows that she knows what she did was wrong and extremely disgusting, but it got her rocks off. I then, once again, point out her need for attention by showing her that her confession post got several hits and congratulate her on getting exactly what she wanted, me as her mighty Villain that she must take down at any cost and all the attention. She actively got what she wanted through manipulation and puppet strings. I'm ostracized from her friend group -- they will never believe me, no matter how many screenshots I have, they will not even glance at them or ever hear me out -- and smeared my name so hard that I can no longer even look at it without having those memories come back up. Plus, she now has all the attention she wants.
Upon looking at Dm61 you are probably confused but are also remembering the previous parts. She once again shows that she didn't work on herself as we pointed out previously. She also denied me the ability to try to give everyone a chance to have closure and give me a chance to "redeem myself" despite being the innocent party SEVERAL TIMES. She was uncomfortable because she knew that if I rejoined I wouldn't talk to her anymore and thus she wouldn't have ammunition and people would start realizing that she was full of shit.
Two months later I met Sarcomere after hearing that they had a problem with one of my character designs immensely. Upon meeting up they mentioned that I was nothing like @felicitythekittycat had ever said I was. Well, I told them the truth and they gave me a bombshell of evidence. Upon getting it my mental health took a nose dive off of the nearest cliff and I threatened @felicitythekittycat with a Defamation Lawsuit. She actively admits in this Dm(Dm63) that she wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't done this and acts as though her stopping due to the threat gives her ANY merit or goodwill.
It does not. In fact, it makes her look worse.
It's like a school bully constantly beating up a kid that doesn't fight back up until said kid has enough and gets the heaviest object in the room and starts beating the bully with it. The bully only stops when they realize that their victim has had enough of their shit.
I again ask.... HOW WAS IT MUTUALLY TOXIC? I did nothing. Just exist. She is actively trying to imply that I did something similar when I didn't. The symbolism here is amazing to me because she actually pulled this move previously once before. Not here mind you. Somewhere different. There is a secret player here that I have yet to mention. And that is my stalker: Kronostitan100.
I'd prefer it if I could do another post exclusively about him, but I have no other choice in the matter. Maybe in the future, I'll reiterate my points here in a post exclusive to him.
Kronostitan100 was about two years my junior when we met while I was in High School. We met during a chess game before classes started after lunch. After that game we became friends. I was never interested in him but he pursued me like it was he was a soldier on a mission. Even when I graduated and headed off to college he wouldn't stop the pursuit. He would text me from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to bed. He wouldn't listen to me when I said something made me uncomfortable. He didn't take "No" for an answer. Just claim he did but would still continue the pursuit. Even going as far as making confessions of love extremely often. He would also go as far as getting my friends to dogpile me extremely often by claiming that I told him to kill himself and the like. I'd often find my cellphone with missed phone calls and mountains of text messages all because I made an offhanded comment that he somehow twisted into being negative and about him personally. I remember one, in particular, was me commenting that his laptop was slow, and this somehow got him to run out into a snowstorm crying, only for one of his closest friends to start berating me. Another was when I kept telling him I was in my History Class at a college, and he wouldn't stop texting me, so I turned off my phone so it wouldn't go off only for me to get home and find several missed phone calls and texts telling me I'm the biggest bitch the world has ever seen and the world would be better off without me. One day I hit my limit and decided that something drastic had to happen to get him off of my back. So I faked a suicide attempt. I do regret it and find my current depression to be a bit of well-deserved karma. It took me 8 years to get rid of him (hopefully, I'm still scared he's stalking me). However, @felicitythekittycat was the one to egg me on.
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She even told him that she thought he deserved what he got.
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Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
Also, those "traces of me on the internet" she found.... was likely just me posting a final picture to deviantart of my oc killing herself: Social Suicide (Vent Art -- TW: S-icide) by Tailsgothicangel on DeviantArt
What a wonderful trace showing that I'm TOTALLY okay. TOTALLY...
What? I'm TOTALLY FINE!
Next... they claim that they thought about what I said before I initially blocked her... but that's bullshit because they claimed it was "mutually toxic" only a paragraph earlier, and in the beginning of this whole conversation they claimed they didn't know they should've reached out earlier. Also "rumors" is a pretty light word for "Ruining someone's social life and mental health so badly that they become suicidally depressed and were accused of committing the same crimes that traumatized them as a child.". Someone call a doctor; I think she shot herself in the foot with a shotgun here.
How-fucking-dare, you claim that jealousy wasn't a motive. Why were you scared that I was gonna ruin you? Because you were spreading lies? Because I had friends? With my "success" which I don't have, I was gonna specifically hurt you for what again? How is this not jealousy and paranoia? You were bitter because your friends were supporting my projects like they do with yours? I don't get how this is supposed to be "mutually toxic". Sounds more like a lie that you are trying to use to cover your ass as you fall into the fucking lava pit you dug yourself into. I can't grill this whore more than I did in Part 2 over this part of her paragraph.
So.... "I don't care about the damage I did but I know it hurt you, I looked just enough to know that you suffered because I did it all deliberately because it made me wet UwU". That is what that statement says to me.
"I don't want to portray you as the Villain" tell that to what you said in your previous paragraphs and that "Mutually Toxic" claim. Also, you claim to want to confess to your previous fuck-ups... yet here you are lying your ass off to try to take the heat off of you. You also claim to want to help me... but it looks to me like you are just trying to help yourself.
You were jealous of the attention I got from your friends and were thus threatened by it.
You were also envious of my skills.
Boo.
Fucking.
Hoo.
Cry some more.
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jeonsupershy · 2 months
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we make the rules 🏁
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violadvis · 8 months
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JORDAN LI & MARIE MOREAU GEN V | S01E04 'The Whole Truth'
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mugentakeda · 2 months
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you feel your sins crawling on your back.......?? (for my dai li lu ten au) pre canon zuko and iroh head to the foggy swamp, chasing a lead on the avatar, only to get separated... and then hit with some AU Plot Foreshadowing (or something)
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yanderestarangel · 7 months
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✦ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊1 ✦
TW: afab anatomy, eat out, v!sex, mommykink, fingering, pet names, bottom and top versions, mutual fingering, no pronouns used other than "you".
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ASHRAH, KITANA, NITARA, SAREENA.
She likes to be your good girl, giving you kisses while being needy, she needs your attention, she would look at you with a smile on her red and shiny lips, a sign of mischief, her fingers would make patterns on your skin, while she rubbed even more on your body.
"-Please, I was a good girl, right?" - you both knew the answer, and yes, she had been a great girl.
She soon saw you between her thighs, your tongue circling her swollen and completely wet clit, she moaned loudly while holding the strands of your hair, you could see her face contorting with pleasure, while several moans came out of her mouth.
She simply loves being praised by you "my princess" "babydoll" "my baby girl" "my girl" "my queen" she will grind her hips into your mouth even more if you say her favorite pet names while sucking her. "-Yes... Fuck yes (Y/N) I'm your girl Mmm- just yours."
She will grab the sheets and lean in even more so you can put the tip of your tongue inside her, her eyes were begging you to just fuck her more intensely, one, two or three fingers - she just wanted to cum with you, scream your name.
While her free hand was on her own breast, massaging her hard nipple, it was an image that you could immortalize forever, she was yours, totally yours and she would beg day after day to have you with her.
You stuck two fingers inside her pussy, making her arch her back and tremble, holding onto you even tighter.
"-Please- more, I want to cum, please" she moaned loudly, while her hair fell in her face, the strands stuck to the gloss she always wore, her breasts bounced with each rhythm of your tongue and fingers, reaching the sweet spot her quickly. You gave her wetness a teasing slap, massaging your thumbs just past the soft, plump flesh of her pussy, it was a slap that sent even more waves of pleasure through her, as you finally got on top of her - your lips met. in a raw kiss, the sweet taste of herself mixed with saliva, while you went back to hitting her pussy with your fingers, while her thighs tried to close, but you didn't let her, and she obeyed, she just wanted to be your pretty girl and cum however you want.
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MILEENA, SYNDEL ,TANYA, LI MEI.
She likes to dominate you, to see you tremble beneath her while she has fun with you, fighting against the overstimulation she does to your clit, whether with vibrators or hours of her time between your legs, she provokes you to the point that you squirt but she doesn't stop. around, while she takes you to the heights of pleasure.
Tender and sensual sex is also well accepted by her, with the two of you enjoying the water that cascaded down from the shower, she glued her body to yours, your breasts touched in a soft fiction, and her hand went against it. with your wet pussy, smiling sideways as he whispered in your ear:
"-Such a wet little thing for mommy... You make me even more in love with you, you know that?" She bit the nub of your ear, while biting your neck, but that time you surprised her also taking your hand to her intimacy, making her moan, it slowly became a lusty competition of who would make who cum.
Her fingers curled inside you, as she kissed you even more intensely, your hands explored every bit of her soft flesh, taking one of her breasts to your mouth - while she continued working on your pussy and you on hers, your eyes met, a sparkle of lust and love was seen for you, she loved you and loved that you were such a brat for her sometimes. "-Fuck (Y/N) you make mommy so wet..." she whispers as she pulls you to get on your knees for her, making you remove your fingers from inside her with a loud pop, you didn't need to hear it twice, the sight of her dripping pussy made your tongue automatically go against the dripping heat she offered you, every lick, every swirl of your warm tongue on her swollen clitoris made you see a different expression of lust on the part of the woman, the woman who you chose to love and worship.
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©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023
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mispelled · 7 months
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Dood trying to figure out the shipping chart like
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