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pacifymebby · 2 years

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the peaky boys with their own personal nurse/cheerleader that can handle violence but doesn't fight themselves just patches them up and tell them how good they did with a smile on their face

Loved this idea thank u for sending it in anon ❤️❤️❤️

Tommy

🌿 Not used to having a woman encourage him to violence? The first time he hears you say it "You are gonna kill em aren't you Tommy?" the "Aye love, I am gonna kill him..." he breathes, is almost incredulous. And when you say "Good," with a satisfied little smile his lips actually part and he's speechless.

🌿 He always discourages you "Shouldn't wish violence upon others angel, it goes against god..." but secretly he enjoys hearing you mumble "Fuck god," likes the way you cross your arms defiantly. "Atta girl,"

🌿 But he does always question you, he can't understand how a delicate creature like yourself could be so impressed by the violent things he does

🌿 You are though, it turns you on, being with a dangerous man, makes you feel dangerous yourself.

🌿You did once ask him to teach you how to shoot but before the sentence had fully left your lips he'd covered your mouth with his hand.

🌿"no, fuckin no... Don't you dare finish that sentence and don't you ever ask me again..."

🌿You could tell from his sharp tone and the knife like look in his eyes that you would regret defying him, so you accepted your place beside him, cheering him on but never committing an act of violence yourself.

🌿And over time Tommy grows to appreciate your violent streak, the way you never beg him to spare someone, the way you never cry when he says he has to go away... You're never scared he won't come back because you have complete faith in him.

🌿 And he especially appreciates that your fearlessness means that no matter what state he comes back to you in, you're always ready to stitch and patch him up. The sight of his blood doesn't make you feel faint or sick.

🌿"Bloods just evidence you put up a good fuckin fight," "Aye angel, reckon i did..." "That means you won doesn't it," he likes the devilish little smile which tugs on your lips whenever you find out the details of a fight.

🌿 But Tommys still Tommy so he doesn't share all the details with you.

🌿And if he didnt "win" and hes come back to you pissed off and all bloodied up you still patch him up with a smile on your face, telling him next time will be different, next time they wont be so lucky.

🌿He likes having someone believe in him so completely but he worries that one day he'll let you down.

Alfie

🐻 Isn't going to tell you about what happened, is going to tease you about the fact youre so interested.

🐻 "now what youve got me wondering here y/n, is... Right... Is why someone like you ey... Someone who's good and sweet and... Pure" "Not pure," "yeah alright alright sweetheart... Not exactly pure.. But still good right... why would someone as sweet as you want to know about somet as rotten and bad as all that..."

🐻 Enjoys the fuss you make over him, likes that youre his personal nurse, definitely pretends it doesnt hurt as much as it really does, but definitely always pretends hes youve missed somewhere you havent just to keep you there a little longer...

🐻 "well hang on a minute sweetheart what about here right? Whst about here?" pointing to his cheek, or his crotch...

🐻 But he's done so well and you think he deserves rewarding for all his hard work, even if he is a bad bad man.

🐻 A lot of these patching up sessions become intimate... You trailing your hand down his chest, past his now packed up wounds, to his trousers, nimble fingers unbuttoning and slipping inside.

🐻 All the more passionate if the trouble had anything to do with you...

🐻 Youre always telling him how proud of him you are and he loves to hear you say things like "My Alfies so strong and mean, he can do anything he likes..."

🐻 "Is that right sweetheart is that right... What if what i like... Is you?" hands on your hips pulling you back towards him.

🐻 Hes your big strong teddy bear who's mean to everyone but you and you know youre always safe with him, because he always wins a fight, one way or another he'll never lose.

Arthur

🍂 Doesnt need encouraging really does he...

🍂 For so long he was terrified of you seeing him be violent, he'd hold himself back in front of you for fear you'd be disgusted by the 'monster' he felt like he became.

🍂 But one day youre with him down the Garrison and a fight breaks out. You can see Arthur desperately trying to withold his animalistic instincts...

🍂 So you squeeze his hand, stand on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear

🍂 "Don't hold back on my account Arthur Shelby, know you want to kill him... This is your fuckin garrison eh?"

🍂 So he lets loose and he does exactly as he wants to... Restores peace in the most violent of ways and you'd be lying if you said it didn't excite you just a little seeing how formidable and fierce your man can be

🍂 But when he comes down from the adrenaline, he feels that familiar shame again, the guilt of what he's done, questioning whether he really is just a good for nothing animal. He tries to get away from you, out of your sight because hes so ashamed but you rush to him

🍂 "Arthur Shelby where do ye think youre going?!" you grab him by the shirt collar and before you do anything else you plant a passionate kiss on his mouth, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

🍂 "Did so fuckin good arthur, bastard had it coming, you did so fuckin good."

🍂 Patching him up involves struggling to keep your hands off him, taking his face in your hands, deep kisses.

🍂Fucking him slowly to calm him down

John

🌼 You've been patching john up after scrapes and tumbles since you were both just kids so you're both used to the routine by now.

🌼Even if the injuries are somewhat more serious now... You were never one to squirm at the sight of blood. Only change from your childhood is that now when John comes back with a bloody lip, he doesnt have to beg you to kiss it better.

🌼 You arent averse to violence but you do get scared when you see a fight break out... You've guns and knives to worry about, youre not kids anymore.

🌼So youre always relieved to be cleaning him up after a fight, at least youve got him there with you to clean up.

🌼 You get worried one day he'll bite off more than he can chew but whenever you tell him that he just makes a joke out of it... "what with this big mouth? Nah love" gnashes his teeth at you to prove the point and make you laugh.

🌼His adrenaline from the fight and your adrenaline from worrying leads to some passionate scenes once hes bandaged up.

🌼 You think hes a fucking idiot but hes your idiot and you wouldnt change things for the world.

🌼 And you always tell him youre proud of him, hes never going to let you down, youre sure of that.

🌼 Your voice has been heard on more occasions than one to be shouting from a crowd of onlookers... "come on John boy, where it fuckin hurts!"

🌼And sometimes youre the reason he decides not to hold back... "I'd throttle him for that if i were you..."

🌼So half of small heath fears youre just as wild as him...

🌼 And you might have a wild flame burning inside you, but for the most part youre a gentle soul who always takes care of her man with a smile on her face.

Bonnie

🍀You just couldnt be a fighters girl if you got upset over a bit of blood... Thats something youve had to remind Bonnie of many times

🍀Because he always expects you to wince when you see him after a fight, or get scared when you watch him in the ring, especially when hes fixing a match for tommy and hes practically letting himself get hurt.

🍀But no, youre not bothered by a bit of blood, you're a gypsy girl and youve seen worse..

🍀And you're the loudest voice yelling encouragement for him from the crowd, youre always bursting with pride for him and you wouldnt miss one of your boys fights for the whole world.

🍀 Its your voice which really gets him riled up, gives him that extra shot of adrenaline to get him through a tough fight.

🍀You always patch him up after a fight, he won't let anyone else do it. Likes how careful with him you are.

🍀 "youve got healing hands little dove,"

🍀Pretends to be more hurt than he is because he enjoys how you spoil him with affection and sympathy.

🍀The other reason youre the only one who is allowed to patch him up, is that no one quite stokes his ego like you do. Telling him how amazing he did, how proud of him you are. How good he looked up there in the ring.

🍀Aberama thinks you're daft and tells you as much "That boys got you wrapped round his little finger love..." and you know its a little true.

🍀But after awhile Bonnie will send everyone else away, leaving just the two of you alone... Because all your careful little touches and your sympathy makes him needy for his little dove.

🍀" show me how proud of your fighter you are dove..."

🍀Its different if its Peaky Fighting though, that does scare you a little. You are scared he'll get himself killed one day and you don't like Tommy Shelby, you dont trust him and you don't think Bonnie should either.

🍀It doesnt stop you giving him that encouragement though, it just sounds a little different. "You're not gonna let em get you Bon..." "Make sure you come back to me in one piece," and when he does come back to you and the injuries aren't too serious and hes definitely alright, you put your head against yours, all relieved smiles and say things like "thank you, thank you for coming back to me,"

🍀You're very proud of him/to be his and youre always reminding him that you're his girl. "My fighter boys gonna be the most famous fighter in the world,"

Isaiah

🐀You knew what you were getting yourself into dating a peaky boy so youre not shocked when he comes back to you with the odd split lip or brow.

🐀Most of the time youre there to witness the fighting anyway, you never flinch when you see him getting hurt, you never scream or make a fuss, you wouldnt want to distract him from his work

🐀Youre not a violent girl but youre supportive of your mans work and if theres peaky enemies on the streets its him you trust to get rid of them, you make no secret of that amd you tell him all the time.

🐀"Don't show em any mercy," "You show em, you don't fuck with the peaky blinders..."

🐀If Isaiah isnt worrying then you don't either, no matter how many cuts and bruises there are, unless he tells you to worry you never will. You dont know if that means youre just as reckless as him, or whether it means you just trust him completely and without question.

🐀Either way, he doesnt have to worry about scaring you and when youre patching him up he tells you he's proud of you for being such a brave/strong girl. He loves that youre fearless.

🐀He also loves knowing he wont get into trouble with you for fighting, that you'll want to know all the details.

🐀He enjoys telling you exactly whst happened, your excitement inflates his ego and he might even exagerate his own role in the fight just to impress you more.

🐀Is very cheeky to you, "Aren't you going to thank me for keeping you safe from all those bad men..." and by thank he means fuck.

🐀And youre always happy to oblige, you especially like getting down on your knees and taking him in your mouth.

Michael

☘️Between you and his mother he's sick of being fussed over actually. He rolls his eyes at the two of you and is sullen the whole time youre patching him up

☘️Mostly because his mother is going mad at him for even being involved in the kind of peaky business that gets you shot at.

☘️But youre not mad at him, youre proud of your man for making a name of himself as a blinder.

☘️When you first rush to him youre smiling, you want to know everything that happened and hear him tell you about how good he fought

☘️But one look from Polly shuts you up and wipes that smile clean off your face.

"Silly girl! Michael don't you listen to a word that child says, you don't fuckin get yourself into anymore of these bloody fights alright?" "Aye alright mum alright"

☘️But he shares a look with you, a cheeky little smirk which tells you to be patient, thst he'll tell you everything just as soon as his mothers gone.

☘️Polly doesnt leave until shes satisfied he is alright, "And don't you go putting any ideas in my sons head, no encouragement!"

☘️Youre scared of Polly Gray but not scared enough to stop you asking questions the second she leaves the room.

☘️ He tells you everything but he definitely exagerates his part in the fight and how well he did just to impress you and get you excited.

☘️Whilst hes telling you hes touching you, carressing you, trying to excite you in more ways than one. Takes you to bed and fucks you hard, taking all his frustrations out on you.

☘️Afterwards you straddle him, looking down at him, begging him to tell you again about how good he fought, how strong he is.

#Tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #and peaky blinders is in the works #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Yandere! Rarity Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Marking (in a way), Jealousy, Forced companionship, Kisses on the cheek.

Rarity can be a very needy yandere towards her darling.

She has a tendency to want to be the center of attention and can be surprisingly obsessive and possessive towards her darling because of this.

Rarity would be Obsessive, Possessive, Clingy, Invasive, Easily jealous, and a bit Forceful towards her darling.

Rarity is a fashion designer that always pays close attention to detail, she’d also want to know just everything about her darling.

While Twilight studies everything about her darling, mostly personality, Rarity studies things like your figure along with your personality.

It just comes with her profession, honestly.

She’s a fashion designer, since she first met you she’s wondered what you’d look like with one of her outfits on.

Rarity would also stalk her obsession, making sketches in a notebook about you.

She seems like she has a knack for art due to the amount of sketches she has to do for dress making.

In that notebook of hers she’s drawing you in all sorts of outfits.

Something that screams you yet at the same time it’s obvious to tell SHE made it for you!

She gets obsessive over getting things just right, both in her relationship and in the gifts she gives you.

She works effortlessly, day and night, just to make sure she makes things perfect for you.

If she adores you, expect many different gifts in the form of clothing.

“Here you go, darling! I made sure it fits you nicely and matches your colors. May I… put it on you?”

Rarity would get all giggly about you when she’s around you.

It’s partly because she’s nervous about being around you.

Rarity can also get possessive of you if she’s feeling jealous.

Even when seeing you wear what she made for you… it irks her when you talk to someone not her.

You’re like a jewel she refuses to give up and is willing to throw a fit about it.

She even feels betrayed when you don’t wear something she makes for you everyday-

“Oh… was that one not to your taste? I can make so much more! Would you wear any of these!?”

Out of all the Mane Six, she’s probably the quickest to be deranged.

A twitch in her eye, a forced smile, she’s the easiest to lose it mentally over her darling.

The constant stress of her work certainly doesn’t help.

She’s also nervous about you finding out just how much you affect her life.

Are the constant requests of you going to the spa with her too much?

Is inviting you over so often too much!?

You don’t think she’s too clingy, do you!?

Her jealousy when you’re not around her can actually make her confrontational.

She’ll insert herself in a conversation and make some excuse about why you can’t speak with that young stallion/mare over there.

“They don’t need to talk to you, sweetie. I say we should go… do something else.”

There’s points she can get genuinely mad when you’re not around, snarling at people who even dare call themselves close to you.

She tries to hide it when you’re around, however.

She’s yet another yandere who cares about her appearance, especially when her darling’s involved.

If you think about it, her dressing you up is akin to a doll.

It can also be her form of being possessive over you, marking you as hers without any cuts or bruises.

Even better if she makes an outfit signed in her name!

She can get so clingy and invasive about her darling.

You may want alone time, but Rarity is always there to fill your empty home with her company.

Rarity isn’t as clingy as Pinkie, but she wouldn’t mind a hug.

She prefers a kiss on the cheek, both in the friendly greeting way and the romantic way.

It fits her style more, plus she feels blessed when she feels your lips on her cheek.

She may just faint...

Rarity is forceful if you don’t agree with her on something.

Like, maybe her clothing is too flashy on you and you want to wear something more casual.

She’ll disagree with you and try to convince you why having her flair on you is a good thing!

Then there’s an argument, usually resolved by her making you something casual to appeal to you still.

She’s a manipulator and will definitely control what her darling does.

After all, you’re her most precious doll.

She must make you shine in the world!

She’ll never share you, however.

You’ll always only be hers to stylize and love.

“Darling~! We’re on a strict schedule today, I have so many more outfits for you to try!”

#yandere mlp #yandere my little pony #yandere rarity

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anoiaa · 2 years

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Time for regret 2

The next morning you stood outside your class, unable to open the door on your own. Your moment was cut short by the footsteps of aw certain teacher who was headed your way. You quickly opened the door to leave but it was too late as she had, long gone noticed your presence. “Good morning.” A simple introduction, yet you stuttered as you answered. “G-Good morning, sensei!”

what’s wrong with me today? you thought as Chiyabashira-sensei passed and entered the class. You took in your surroundings, quickly noticing your close friends smirking at you. You gulped. Hard and dry.

“Sit.”

You calmly reached for your seat as the teacher instructed. “Today’s lesson will be...” You were unable to concentrate as the fear of the clock striking twelve ran through your veins.

___

“So? How did it go?” Satou reached to your table before you could run for lunch. A small crowd had started to swarm around you and you got even more nervous. So this was what it was... You gulped, as if swallowing the words “I got rejected”. You couldn’t bring yourself tp say it. One of the popular girls in class, the girl with beautiful looks, was rejected by a guy like him. Never.

“He said yes, obviously.”

Satou and Shinohara exhaled in disappointment as they realized that they lost the bet. Karuizawa didn’t seem to care as she heard the conversation whilst scrolling through her phone, Matsushita smiled apologetically at the two girls who were dramatically diving the 100,000 points that they would pay you for wining.

“But, that means that you’re like, a couple now?” Karuizawa glanced at you from her phone, disinterested.

You shook your fear and smiled at her, “It’s okay, It’s not like I like him or anything.” you announced. Matsushita’s eyes sparkles as new challenge arose, “Then, I dare you to keep the relation going for at least two months” You felt your knees drop.

“Two months?” You repeated, hoping that it was just a mindless joke, but Matsushita looked serious.

“Think about it, new couples are born every now and then, but the hardest thing in a relationship is maintaining it. So I say, you get the other part of the reward if you keep dating him for at least two months”

“I-I don’t think I want to date Ayanokouji-Kun for even a day.” one reason being that you weren’t actually dating. “He’s so boring, I would get embarrassed if people know of it.” and the fact that, you weren’t actually dating.

“Come on~ Me and Shinohara-san’s points barely add up to 100, 000 points anyway” Satou complained.

“And we can keep a secret, you can trust us right?.” Shinohara begged with her hands.

“I don’t know guys, I don’t want to do it.” You said with an apologetic tone.

“Well, it would be weird if you suddenly break up with him after confessing how much you love and want to date him, no? I would find it weird if I was him.” Karuizawa said.

“Right? You don’t really have choice~” Matsushita chimed in. “Besides, I would like to date a pretty girl longer than a day.”

“You’re really?...ugh, fine I guess.” You said as you couldn’t bring the thought of losing your friends over a simple bet.

___

“Hey, Ayanokouji-Kun~”

For the first couple of weeks you had been chasing after him after class every day, hoping that he would t least look at you differently. But this guy, you have never seen him smile even once. It brought a feeling of anxiety in you. How could you ever win the heart of a man who doesn’t let himself out to smile. He was so mysterious, almost as if he didn’t exist when he sat in the corner of the class.

He turned to your figure, his eyes revealing nothing but darkness. “Um...where are you headed to?” You asked, almost scared that his stare would eat you up.

“Do you need anything?”

Maybe it wasn’t even worthwhile to ask him out again. You could somehow convince Horikita to lessen everyone’s curious questions by telling them that the two of you were really dating, but then again Horikita being Horikita could never agree to it.

“Can we talk again? If you have time, I want to tell you something.” You did well not to stutter under that gaze. He waited, as if taking something in consideration. Maybe he would reject you again, but you couldn’t let that happen twice.

“Look, I might not be your type but my looks are beyond average. I can even give you popularity, points, whatever you want just name it, but please, date me, only for two months...please.”

You waited as you stood in the empty silent hallway. Nothing came from him for the first lord-knows-how-many seconds

“If you can beg like that, you might actually be of good use.”

You shivered at his words,

“What?” leveling up your head to look at him clearly, you lost sight of the usual Ayanokouji.

“Fine, I’ll date you if that’s all you want, and In return, you will do every thing I ask of you. fail, you can forget this conversation ever happened.”

Wait, what!? was he actually making this all about himself now! Does he think I'll die if he doesn’t date me? All your life you had met arrogant guys who thought they were better off without you after rejecting them, but he’s going to boss you around because he thinks he has the upper hand?

Well, you do need him to be your pretend-boyfriend, so it’s a fifty-fifty situation and you won’t have to owe him anything after two months.

“As long as it’s not anything risky, it’s a deal.” You wanted to shake hands in mutual agreement, but part of it disgusted you so you just passed the hallways and left through the stairs.

Those two months would be the longest you ever lived.

#classroom of the elite #ayanokoji #suzune horikita #kiyotaka ayanokouji #ayanokoujixreader #tumblr #anime #anime fanfic #youzitsu #Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e

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ben-talks-art · 25 days

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You know what's a big shame about Star vs the forces of evil?

There were actually a lot of really good messages being talked about in this series, and it's unfortunate that nobody ever brings them up.

I know it's mostly been associated with how much of a letdown its finale and management of the constant shipping and switching was, but... There were a lot of other things that were really good and well-handled in this series

I like how in the season 1 finale Star loses half of her wand and needs to re-learn how to control her powers, in fact, every season basically ends with her losing something and having to learn how to deal with it.

She loses her magic, her mom, her home, her best friend, her throne... She's always dealing with the consequences of the challenges she faces and the choices she makes, and that's very important to note cause the entire premise of episode one is her needing to learn responsibility and about the weight her power holds.

I also like how Star seems to form actual friendships with her cast of characters. In many series the main lead will just bond with a character in one episode and then we will only see them again in the background until the finale when we need everyone to come together for some big epic battle or something... But here, she's constantly hanging out with Buff Frog, Janna, Tom, Eclipsa, her parents, and the members of the magic council.

And a lot of these friendships start off so weird that it makes you think they wouldn't work, but they somehow always do.

There also tons of episodes with some really good lines where characters throw some concepts that I don't see often in other series, even today.

Like there is one episode where they play some weird magic version of Truth or Dare and Star mentions how the things they say aren't really lies cause sometimes people just don't know how they feel. That's such a great line!

There is another where Star tells Tom she doesn't even know what teens her age do anymore cause she's been spending so much time just working on trying to fix her kingdom for the last two or three seasons.

It's actually crazy to hear that and realize how much this girl changed from episode 1 to who she becomes in season 4. Star from episode 1 would NEVER say a line like that.

One of my favorites though is at the finale of season 1 when Star's parents just exchange a worried look and go "I don't know if we're doing the right thing." once they let Star go after losing half her wand. It sets a nice tone of "Where are we going with this...?" that carries through the rest of the show.

The show also tries to subvert a lot of old tired tropes by throwing some very interesting ideas like making Star's love interests become actual friends early in the story, have the weird bird bad guy from season 1 go through a self-discovery journey where he has to start from scratch after losing everything, and while they do pair up Star and Marco in the end in a very underwhelming way, I like how both of them go through their own series of love interests before arriving there.

It wasn't just "Oh, he/she is the one!" They actually try out things with other people before realizing what they really want.

And a lot of the plot twists are legit fascinating.

The story behind Meteora is my favorite part of the entire show. Again, they take this joke villain from season 1 and turn it into this massive conspiracy where the people in charge strip a mother from her child in order to keep the power in the hands of those they want.

I don't even know what might go through a kid's head while watching this.

There also lots of other cool twists like Toffe's plan to end magic, the identity of Eclipsa's husband, the meaning behind Star's butterfly form and how they handle it by just allowing it to run free and observe where it goes.

I don't know, this show just had a ton of fun ideas, and they handled them, most of the time, in fun ways.

A lot of other times they were handled in super clunky ways, yes, and sometimes the build-up to certain events could be way too slow, the shipping teasing got annoying after a while, and some resolutions were a tad anti-climatic...

There definitely are a lot of problems in Star vs. Foe, but at times it feels like when people talk about it, they treat it like there's nothing good, like they wish this never existed, like the Marco and Star endgame is the only thing worth talking about and... no there are tons of things worth talking about in here.

It had low lows, but also some really good highs, and I'm glad I saw it and glad it existed.

#star vs the forces of evil #star vs foe #disney shows #disney animation

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twsted-princess · 1 year

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"Oh!! I'm sorry I didn't see you there, do you need someting? A snack maybe?"

(Artwork done by @unidraky!)

Bio

Name: Chimlim Niran

Nicknames: Chim, Catfish, (Floyd) Little One (Lillia)

Voice Actor: Yuki Kawahara

Gender: Demi Female (She/They)

Age: 17 (about 90 years old)

Sexuality: Demi/Bi

Height: 5'3

Race: Vampire (Krasue)

Homeland: Dawn Peninsula

Birthday: 11/15

Starsign: Aries

Family: Mother, Father, Younger brother and sister (adopted, her birth mother is trying to find her)

Occupation: Student

Based off: Original character (taken inspiration from Demonic Beauty)

Professional Status

Dorm: Amourn (@unidraky)

School Year: Second

Class: 2-E

Best Subject: Music

Club: Track & Field

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Sticky rice with mango

Hated Food: Blood

Likes: Flowers, Warm days, The beach, Sharing a meal with friends, The Leech twins, Family and friends

Dislikes: Having to drink blood, Fire, Bullies, Daytime sleeping, Strong smells, Getting pricked

Hobbies: Cooking, Being at the beach, Making beaded bracelets

Talents: Able to smell things from ten miles away

Unique Magic: Doesn't have one (Can't remember)

Backstory

One of the more shy members of Amourn, Chimlin tends to keep to herself but that doesn't mean she's willing to lend a hand. She's a little jumpy but can be extremely friendly to those who earned her trust. Often you can find her with her bag filled with snacks. Chips, jerky, candy, fruits, sandwiches, the works. She says that it's a medical issue that she needs to eat something every hour but she's more then happy to share. Really she prefers to live her day in peace since when night falls her true self is revealed. Splinting her head from her body, she stalks the night for blood but she wouldn't dare attack a human. She mostly sticks to cows and other livestock since she genuinely needs it to survive. She hates that she has to hurt others so she's kept it a secret from everyone. Though strangely she had flashbacks to something from her past. A jungle on fire. Someone calling her name. A tree landing on her but then....she's in the hospital with the scar she wears to this day.

#my work #twst oc's #twisted wonderland

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thatonethimbo · 2 years

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The Frost Bites With No Teeth (Route 14, cont, last part) [GN!Reader]

Oh dear, I long to be your warmth

Some day

When I'm gone away

We'll be all okay

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Req by @sleepytoby

I doubt I'm pulling any punches with this one, people. With that said, strap in and enjoy the ride, it's gonna be a long one. :)

He closed his eyes, as his feet carried him along. His shoulders were covered with a cloak of white, but he was colder than ever before.

How could he dare do this to you? All of this was never your fault, only his for accepting what he had to do. This wasn't ''saving the world'' because he wasn't saving you.

Putting distance literally between you and him made it all worse, so he did try to give you some comfort with his admin cloak, but your current state just made his mind be dragged deeper and deeper into the sea of emotions he was previously only a full ankle in.

Drowning. But he made no attempt to thrash around.

And thus, like a stone, he sank.

---

Your gaze flickered to the skies, as you heard the distant rumble of an engine.

There, you caught sight of the massive Eclipse Airship, which cast a shadow over the group, blocking out what could be seen of the sun.

you could say it eclipsed the sun

The grunts looked up, one elbowing Jake, who wasn't paying attention at all. But you ignored his current state, as the airship stopped midair, and what seemed to be people on Pokémon fly down from it.

A few unfamiliar grunts hopped off their Pokémon as they landed, one of which being an Aerodactyl. They snickered as they saw you, perhaps thinking about how pathetic you looked now.

Maybe if it was a happier time, when you weren't surrounded by reminders of your mistakes, you would've grinned foolishly and laughed it off.

Because then, you were able to recover easily.

Again, your arms were roughly grabbed by grunts, causing you to be annoyed. No wonder they're grunts...

''Hey, I'd appreciate it if you didn't grab them like that.'' Jake finally spoke up, glaring at the grunts, who withered under his intense gaze and loosened their grip.

You did feel like caring. A small bit though. However, you found it wasn't easy to forgive him in retrospect. Feeling his stare on you, a brief glance back showed he really was looking at you.

Though, being stubborn, you lifted your chin a bit. If he really wanted to mend his bond with you again, he would have to prove himself in your eyes.

Besides.

The rope offered won't be helpful if the one at the bottom doesn't take hold of it and climb back to the top.

---

Engines whirred someplace nearby, their sound muffled, as you sat in the main area of the airship. A few of the Team Eclipse members sat nearby, some awkwardly standing up, holding onto straps attached to the ceiling.

''Approaching Eclipse Base, permission to land?" The pilot at the front requested, back turned to you and everyone else.

Some static sounded over the radio, too incoherent for you to hear it clearly. The pilot nodded at this, flicking a few switches and pressing a few buttons.

A grunt beside you with long, dark braided hair, and chocolate brown eyes looked at you, then to the rest of the group. ''Must've been a bad day for ya.''

''You think so?" You retorted, irritation clear in your voice. The grunt merely blinked at this, a frown evident, before looking away.

''Hey, don't be rude to xir.'' Another grunt insisted, who you look to. Xe looked back at you, and you sighed.

''Sorry.'' Was all that came out, before you lean back against the wall. Jake's silent, yet again, which wasn't surprising seeing as he was like that for most of the way to the base.

The engines began to slow their whirring, as the ones inside the ship with you began talking, a few getting antsy. Hearing a hiss of air, you look to the door as it opened, the ramp opening up.

You stood up yourself before anyone could force you to, walking out into the enormous hangar, occupied now by the Eclipse Airship.

Before you could go any further, someone grabbed your unrestrained hands, bringing them together, before something cold and metallic clamped onto both of your wrists.

Suppressing a groan, you kick backward, hitting a grunt that had done it in the shin. Ouch. Doing this didn't help the fact that now your wrists were handcuffed, but you felt a bit better about your current situation.

Jake went up ahead, leading your group out of the hangar. He then stopped soon after, as another one in admin clothing came up to your group.

You recognized the person to be Eclipse Admin Tyler, the one who you fought (and defeated) at the power core because of some planted explosives. Needless to say, someone wouldn't be too happy seeing you again.

Tyler looked past Jake, their expression growing dark at the sight of you. ''Hey... HEY! You're that kid who fought alongside that other kid at Anthian- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUH?!" They asked, yelling while doing so.

''They lost, you big explosion dummy.'' A grunt shot back, smirking as they looked at you.

''...what did you just call me?" Tyler questioned, sounding a bit angry as their eyes were directed to the offender. The grunt broke into a sweat, muttering under their breath.

''Nothing, si- I mean-'' The grunt stuttered, unsure how to address the admin before them.

Tyler simply rolled their eyes, a hint of a smirk on their face as the aggression melted away. ''..'Big explosion dummy'. It's better than what Gabe called me last Tuesday, that nerd has his ego so far up his a-''

''I think I'd appreciate it if you let us through.'' Jake interrupted, and Tyler looked to the boy, lowering their shades just a fraction.

''Hmm. Fine, bootlicker.'' The explosion-obsessed admin replied, adding the last part under their breath. Tyler then stepped aside, watching your group go past, chuckling with amusement. When you looked back at Tyler, you saw them standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at you, a large grin on their face.

All you had to do to see them disappear was to round a corner.

And the group did just that.

---

Unfortunately, the corner your group had to turn was right into a section before the hangar where the prison cells were located.

Two adults looked at you from behind the front plexiglass walls of the prison cells, which you realized were the archaeologists from Mitis. Both looked at Jake, the man, in particular, looking worried.

Jake drew in a breath, as he opened the door of the cell next to the archaeologists, placing his hand on your back as he made you go in it. The metal barred door slammed shut, and you turned to look at him.

Briefly, he put his hand on the bars of your cell door, before leaning his head on the bars as well, exhaling. Drawing away, Jake seemed to try his best not to make eye contact with you, but your gazes connected. He froze in place, before pulling away.

You waited for his footsteps to fade away before you leaned your back against the nearest comfortable wall in the cell, sliding down, you pulled your knees close to your chest as you buried your head in your arms.

You had lost.

You had no Pokémon.

Nothing.

So, you wouldn't be shocked if your friends hated you now.

That is if you had any left.

---

The sound of metal grating on metal woke you from your slumber, as you rubbed your eyes to clear them of sleep, a shadow fell over you. You had no time to look up as someone grabbed your arm, restraining it for a moment and making the handcuffs properly come off, before letting go.

''Come.'' A gruff voice sounded, and this time you had a chance to look, seeing the ridiculously red spiky hair of Eclipse Admin Harry, who was wearing his mask, as per usual.

Knowing you had no other choice, you followed his instruction.

---

Your hand landed on the doorknob, so you turned it, stepping in. The sight that greeted you wasn't the best, but you weren't hoping for that sort of thing so it didn't count.

A Decidueye standing nearby a desk had its leafy feathers stroked by none other than Cypress, the man who you had previously recognized as the region's Pokémon Professor, only to experience serious whiplash in the Anthian City Showdown.

To you, he was no longer a Professor when he walked down that ramp. He was a madman, commanding his followers to do whatever he needed them to, hardly letting his hands get dirty.

But here, you saw a small sliver of that side you experienced before Anthian. It was obvious he loved his Pokémon, evident by the way he was gentle to the Arrow Quill Pokémon, it still to his touch.

A smile was on his face, as he focused on the Decidueye, the Arrow Quill Pokémon then affectionately nipping at his fingers.

However, seconds after you came in, his gaze snapped over to you. Within the few moments that followed he returned the Pokémon back into its Pokéball and sat up straight in his chair.

As if you hadn't seen anything.

''I heard about the battle. I must commend you for your effort.'' He flatly stated, the second part laced with barely veiled sarcasm. His gaze did not meet yours, avoiding it.

Cypress then folded his hands together in front of him as he sat, not before taking a Rubik's cube on the desk off, and into a nearby drawer.

You sat down on one of the grey chairs in front of the desk, looking at the three monitors that sat on it, as well as the partially glowing Team Eclipse logo behind the man himself.

''Effort?" You snorted. You then glanced around in a fervent attempt to search for what could be your team's Pokéballs. Cypress seemed to take note of your gaze, holding something in his hand.

He then raised what was in his grip into the light, the Pokéballs clattering against the smooth metal of the desk. Your Pokéball belt, in all its glory, was in Cypress' hands.

You make a grab for it, but he tutted, pulling it out of your reach. ''Known you would've done that.'' His fingers curled over the Pokéballs, the fabric connecting each tightening as he held the central Pokéball with more force than the others.

''What do you want?" You questioned, carefully watching his movements as a smirk showed on his face within the blink of an eye.

''I want you to join Team Eclipse.'' He replied without hesitation, loosening his grip on the belt, but not entirely letting go. ''With you, Team Eclipse would worry about one less person getting left behind.''

He seemed guarded. His voice was flat, but the smirk seemed to only be a hallucination judging by its ephemeral existence. Still, he continued:

''But, I think in order for you to be truly satisfied with Team Eclipse, you would want your friends and close family to join us. This world is problematic and-''

''Well, that's only because you insist on leaving it behind. Have you ever tried to help fix it?" You shot back, heat bubbling up within you. But here wasn't where you stopped. No, you kept going. ''People and Pokémon can live together, but I guess you always have your head stuck in the sand, no wonder you weren't able to see differently!''

Cypress stared at you, his nose crinkled. For a moment, all was silent, before he pushed his glasses back up his nose, grumbling things under his breath. ''Always your type.'' He glared back at you, briefly meeting your gaze. ''Always, your type to say that. How could I ever expect something from you? It was always about the endless activism that ended in nothing.'' He spat.

''Have you ever tried?" You retorted, clenching your fists.

''Oh, yes, I have tried!'' Cypress cried out, narrowing his eyes. ''Many, many times. You can speak to a crowd to motivate them, yes, but it never has a hundred per cent guarantee that they'll do anything. Of course, doing anything in the dark doesn't help the greatest deal either.''

''No wonder, Cypress, that they don't like you, then!'' You retaliated, some of your bottled-up emotion spilling into your voice. ''You fail to see the progress made by those around you, even if it's small bits at a time, then complain about it barely working. Anthian City wasn't built in a day. Yet, your admin friend tried to blow it up in one, and see how that turned out?''

The man glared at you once again but bit his lip to prevent himself from going too far. A bit too hard though, as a bit of red leaked out. You averted your gaze, the door swinging open behind you.

Soon enough, Jake's shadow loomed over you. Cypress grabbed a nearby paper towel and wiped the blood off his bleeding lip. The boy then sat down beside you, looking at the Eclipse Boss.

''Make your choice, do you want to rot in a prison cell as deserved, or will you stand with us?" Cypress asked, his voice strained from the tension beforehand.

You looked to Jake, who met your gaze with worry. Both of the tensions you had observed in recent times were grabbing a different arm of yours. Pulling you in two different directions, like your body was to be split in half with an arm each if they were to have their way.

You could spite Jake and rot in that prison cell, which, the more you thought about it, sounded much more luxurious than staying in this room and arguing with a man who saw nothing other than his own views.

On the other hand, you could take up that opportunity offered to you. Cypress wouldn't be expecting it if you were to do it, perhaps you could twist the game a bit and play it your way.

Considering these options a bit more, you looked to the man as he awaited your answer.

---

The garments for the Eclipse uniform weren't the most comfortable, but the tailors were fit (and paid) for the job. Bigger, smaller, whatever was required, they made it fit your body type.

You would tell them about your thoughts on the grunt uniform, but since that wasn't within their paycheck you decided to keep your mouth shut for once.

Once you walked out into the cafeteria, a few stares came your way. Most were from strangers, but you saw one of the admins (not Jake, as he wasn't in there currently) look over at you and laugh. This was short-lived, fortunately.

Sitting down once you had your food, you had a moment's worth of heaven. Then, hell arrived at your doorstep as Admin Gabe sat down opposite you.

His hat was still on his head, so you were surprised it didn't fall off with all the extra bowing down to Cypress he did when compared to Jake. Still, the man with a hat was seemingly outclassed by the blue-haired boy in every way. Funnily enough, this appeared to infuriate him.

Jake could just walk by and Gabe could make all the faces he wanted in order to show his dislike for the admin younger than him. Unfortunately, this warranted some clearly unwanted feedback from others.

Laughing, a few catcalls, the one who was actually a full-grown man didn't act like one in response, instead, he made jabbing remarks in return. His brother always kept his head down while all this happened, eating his food or staying silent.

''What beach shore did you have to wash up on to be pitied enough to join our ranks?" Gabe questioned, snatching the knife from its place on the table as you're about to grab it.

''I would ask you the same thing, seeing as you got blasted off by Kyogre after insulting it.'' You returned the favour, grabbing your knife back. Gabe's silent. Then, his boots hit the seats of the table, and he's gone.

Chasing after trouble here wouldn't be worth it, so it was a good thing 'hatty' left you be. For now, you decided to just keep your head down and just eat.

The cafeteria food was terrible though.

---

The sleeping quarters for the grunts weren't that good, but heck, like you cared that much concerning the quality of things anymore. Or if you were a good person or not. What was the difference again?

Leaning against a bunk, the bottom one supposed to be yours (as another grunt already took the top), you just let yourself reflect on things leading up to this point.

It was a bit difficult to, though, with your thoughts in disorder and nothing really staying in one place for long. When they wandered to Jake, however, most of them stilled. However, an empty feeling resided within you when that happened.

Your shoulders tensed up as well. With a huff, you left the sleeping quarters, to find something to properly clear your blurry mind. All of a sudden, a hand latched onto your wrist, and you whipped around, facing the boy with golden-brown eyes and dark blue hair, pulling his hand off your wrist.

Jake.

''You really have blended into the position well,'' You watched his face as he flinched, ''grabbing onto me? I guess things really have changed between us.''

''Look, I-''

''Cut the bull-crap, Jake.'' You interrupted, narrowing your eyes. ''You've been silent to me so much it causes me to wonder if you really care about me anymore. Moping around never really solved anyone's issues.''

The boy took a moment, looking to the floor, then turning his gaze back up to you with a sigh. ''It's really complicated, (Y/n).'' His hand briefly brushed against yours, causing warmth to spike up in that area. ''And I know you want answers but if I did give you any, I would be letting people down. This has gone too far for me to go back, so, please, do me a favour and let me keep going with it.''

He distrusted you. And you knew it. Shoving that thought down, and fighting back some tears that threatened to spill, you gritted your teeth behind a tight-lipped smile.

''Okay. At least let us have some time together, then.'' You half-heartedly mumbled. He nodded in response.

---

The admin rooms were much, much better than the standard grunt sleeping quarters. For starters, each admin had their own room, alongside the ability for each room to differ from the rest.

In Jake's case, his room was mainly coloured with different shades of blue, in one spot appearing to look like the ocean, and accents of gold accompanying it as well as gold-coloured patterns.

The Team Eclipse logo was less obnoxiously placed here than other times you had seen it, which just so happened to be the ceiling light. Nowhere else in the room did it appear, thankfully.

Shelves lined the walls in various places, each sporting a symbol of water, even the alchemic symbol for water. Then you spotted a photo frame with him and his Vaporeon, not in his Admin clothes. He looked happy.

Next to it was a photo of you and him, Jake putting his arm behind you whilst you were doing Buneary ears to him. Both of you were wearing smiles on your face.

A cry could be heard, and you turned to its source, seeing Vaporeon bouncing on the bed joyfully, as Jake tried to move it off without harming the Bubble Jet Pokémon so he could sit down.

Eventually, he gave up, instead, he moved away from the bed and towards what seemed to be a set of blinds. He pulled them open, and what you expected to be light coming in was replaced by the harsh reality of an underwater landscape facing you.

On the other side of the glass.

Vaporeon's eyes lit up at the sight and immediately hopped off. Jake, finally getting the opportunity, moved onto the bed and you did the same, sitting on it as well. You also removed your gaze from the underwater scenery behind the glass, not wanting to tempt your fears.

''What made it come to all of this, Jake?" You looked down as you asked. Jake shifted in his place on the bed, the sheets crinkling in places where they bunched up. ''Tyler was talking about you being a goddamn bootlicker, for Arceus' sake.''

Jake's eyes immediately went to the photo frames, more specifically the one with you and him in it.

''I wish I could say. If I was able to, I would tell you everything and more, (n/n).'' His hand went to grip yours, and when he did, he lightly squeezed your hand as he looked back at you. ''Things aren't as simple as they used to be. But I'm afraid they won't be like that again.''

''I worry about that as well.'' You lean on a pillow, exhaling. He does the same, turning on his side however to face you. ''We're older than we used to be. We used to be unable to reach past our parent's heights, but now we've exceeded them. So, I don't feel like 'that kid' anymore. I'm just someone else now.''

You turned on your side to face him as well.

''You're still (Y/n), and that's good enough for me,'' Jake replied, momentarily letting go of your hand to reach out and tentatively hover his fingers just centimetres away from your face. He then gently stroked your cheek, a small smile on his face. ''You were always enough.''

''Why destroy yourself while feeling that way for another person, then?" Your question came out quicker than it appeared in your head.

''It's easier to feel that way for someone else rather than feel that for yourself,'' Jake answered with a knowing look, drawing his hand away. ''Because I've seen my own flaws so many times it all comes up first when I think about myself. Not the good things, but all the bad things.''

''And then you see perfection in someone else. And instead of caring for yourself, you give it to that person. But if they turn around and hurt you, it's apparently all your fault, when in truth it isn't.'' You try to say. You're a bit worried things may not make sense.

You just wanted to feel like a kid again, not having to worry about people destroying your home world after leaving it behind, and you were sure Jake didn't want to either.

And yet, here you were in the Team Eclipse base, the uncertainty of the future lingering in your thoughts longer than you wished it to.

Silence fell between the two of you, but like what was in the past with you and him, this kind of silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was content. No noises to fill it, just an emptiness that for once was not unwelcoming.

This, however, was short-lived.

An alarm pierced like a dagger into the silence, making the two of you flinch. Overhead, the ceiling light turned red and began flashing.

''WARNING, INTRUDER ALERT, THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.''

Jake immediately got up from the bed, and so did you. He quickly strapped on his boots, grabbing his Pokéball belt and pulling it on. You did the same but soon found him helping you into your boots and Pokéball belt.

Opening the door, you held it open for him as he rushed through after returning Vaporeon, and you followed.

---

''Admins, grunts, gather at the assembly point, as well as the prisoners,'' Cypress spoke over the intercom. ''We shall prepare to leave!''

The assembly point was in the hangar, the Eclipse Airship readied, its engines whirring as grunts began entering it. The admins stood at the base of the ramp, looking towards the hallway entrance to the hangar.

Cypress rounded the corner, taking long, powerful strides as his clothes whipped about in the resulting wind. His gaze was set forward as he headed for the airship.

''Is everything in place?" He questioned once he had stopped close to the admins, his eyes sweeping around the small assembled group, never once meeting anyone's gaze.

''Almost, sir.'' Harry nodded. ''One of the grunts has gone to fetch the prisoners.''

''I saw,'' Cypress slightly narrowed his eyes. ''They seem to be putting up quite the fight.''

''Especially that Dragon-Type trainer girl.'' Gabe unhelpfully piped up. The boss scowled at this.

You look over as footsteps thudded nearby. The Archaeologists- and Tess, walked toward the airship. The purple-haired girl's eyes widened as they landed on you, looking you up and down. Then, she lowered her head, and shame washed over you.

The admins briefly parted to let the captive group go onto the ramp. ''Alright, we're all here. Let's not waste any more time.'' Cypress told you and the admins. ''I will not wait a moment longer to reach my new kingdom!''

''Please, stop this, you're making a huge mistake.'' The female archaeologist pleaded. In the distance, a loud crash echoed somewhere nearby, and a few screams soon followed.

Then, an orange light appeared in the hallway to the hangar, with a few embers flitting into the air seconds later. The group didn't seem to notice this just yet.

''It's true, Hoopa is far too powerful for you to control.'' The male archaeologist added on. ''It nearly destroyed Roria when it was first discovered.''

''I hold the bottle that grants me power over the beast.'' Cypress proclaimed. ''You and your silly warnings will not stop me.''

You watched as the hallway into the hangar burst into flame, sending fragments flying. Jake put his hand on your back and you quickly got the message, going up the ramp past the captives, and Tess.

The last thing you saw before you go into the airship is a Charizard flying into the air, trailing fresh smoke- with someone on its back.

---

Deep within the tomb, at the final chamber, lay the brick portal, with wires hooked up to the frame. In front of it, was an archway, with the symbol of Arceus at its height, then the Hoopa symbol above that.

Here, the admins, Cypress, the captive group and you stood, awaiting something. Or, rather, someone.

''How long do you think will it take for him to come, ey?" Tyler looked to the others. ''I'm thinking five minutes, tops, putting 15k on it.''

''15k? That's an amateur's go-to- Tyler, I thought you liked to live on the edge. So, I'm going for three minutes, and, make that 40k!'' Gabe piped up.

You sighed, looking to the entrance to the chamber. ''100k, and thirty seconds.'' Most of the admins looked to you with wide eyes, except for Jake, who kept his gaze ahead.

''Holy s***, they're crazier than Tyler.'' You heard Harry muttering underneath his mask.

''There's probably some method to my madness.'' As you said this, an explosion sounded off in the distance. A quick glance over at Jake proved that he was keeping a timer, and right now it was up to ten seconds.

''I'm raising mine to 30k then,'' Tyler announced.

''80k, if yours goes over thirty seconds I automatically win,'' Gabe added. Harry looked at him, his frown evident from the top part of his (visible) face.

You then also turned your eyes over to Tess and the Archaeologists. All three of them are silent, with the Archaeologists keeping their gazes to the entrance of the chamber as more noises echoed through it.

Though not Tess. She's staring at you with dismay in her eyes. Unable to handle the piercingness of her gaze, you looked away.

Twenty seconds on the timer now.

Twenty-one.

Twenty-two.

Twenty-three.

Twenty-four.

Twenty-five.

Twenty-six.

Twenty-seven.

Twenty-eight-

A roar echoed throughout the final chamber, as the Charizard you saw before at the base soared into the air, its mouth emitting a stream of smoke as it went.

It did a flip midair before coming down, its rider then jumping off. Broze, the one who had been flying on the Charizard, slowly rose to his feet, glaring at Cypress.

In the corner of your eye, Harry had briefly pulled down his mask, showing his face in awe. He then quickly put it back up.

The admins who bet on him quietly handed over their due money to you as Cypress looked back at the Holder of the Bronze Brick. He then started to laugh sinisterly, the beginnings of an unhinged smile on his face.

''You never do give up, do you? You just don't know when to quit. I knew that about you, ever since that little incident with Linda in Gale Forest.'' The Eclipse Boss told the boy, who still glared at him, not knowing what else to say. ''Your parents thought they could hide that precious key from me by giving it to you."

''We were right to do that.'' The male archaeologist crossed his arms, who you now thought to address as Broze's father. ''We knew after we had shown you the key, your fascination with it was too serious. By sending it with Broze,'' His gaze flicked to his son. ''it would be far away from your hands.''

''And so it was, for quite some time.'' Cypress nodded as he looked back to the Holder of The Bronze Brick. ''You see, there was no easy way to steal it from you. As it turns out, it was easier to have you deliver it personally. And here we are, all gathered together, exactly as I planned.'' The boss then turned to Tyler, who looked at him. ''Hit it, Tyler!''

The admin sent their fist down on the keyboard of the computer that was hooked up to the portal. There was a moment as the cords touching the portal began to glow, to where they were white. Then, a flash, and you turned back to Cypress, awaiting his next move.

You heard a yelp from the direction of the Holder of The Bronze Brick and spotted the smirk on Cypress' face as he looked towards Broze. ''And she summons her missing piece.''

The necklace hovered above the poor kid, before zooming over the boss' head and growing bigger as it reached the top of the portal. When it was the size of the other pieces, it fell onto them perfectly, causing yet another flash.

With all these flashes, you were surprised you weren't blind yet. A loud crash and the rusted chains over the archway broke, with the stone behind them soon following, beyond, a tunnel into darkness.

Cypress then threw the Prison Bottle through the middle of the portal and past it, the artifact almost immediately shattering into pieces. You could've sworn you saw some type of spirit emerge from the remains, escaping into the pitch-black.

Something moved in that darkness. Your hand moved to your belt from the thought it'd give you some comfort, but what came out ruined these efforts.

The Dijin Pokémon was massive. Towering over your group, it emitted a sound that seemed like a laugh. You were all at the mercy of its power...

''I just love it when everything goes to plan!'' Cypress' unhinged smile finally makes its appearance, with him briefly spreading out his arms in what you thought was joy.

''You're making a huge mistake.'' Broze's father warned. ''You don't know what kind of power you're messing with.''

''Ah, that's where you're wrong.'' Cypress clasped his hands together, turning to the archaeologist. ''I have a pretty good idea of the power I'm messing with.'' He faced back to Hoopa. ''It's the power to travel to other worlds. The power to become the creator of my own reality. The power to control right and wrong.''

You watched as Cypress turned again, this time to face Broze, now holding a Pokéball in his grasp. ''Broze, I have no further need of you. I suspect that I will have to defeat you in battle to get rid of you for good.'' He told the boy. ''I'll try not to have too much fun with this.''

''Well, that's good for you, 'cause I might just ruin it!'' Broze finally retorted, pulling out a Pokéball and throwing it forward.

While the battle between the Holder of the Bronze Brick and the Boss went down, you moved a bit closer to Jake, flicking your gaze up to Hoopa as it intently watched the fight.

The blue-haired boy looked at you, then back to the battle as one of his hands gently grabbed one of yours that was nearest to him.

All of a sudden, you had to shield your eyes with your other hand from a light that was being emitted by the keystones of the two in battle.

Okay. You were seeing spots in your vision now. Thanks, Broze and Cypress. Thank. Youuuuu... Not.

The fight was brutal, both of the Pokémon getting beat up considerably, while Broze had a scowl on his face, the Eclipse Boss was silent and focused except for the times he commanded his Charizard. A roar and Broze's Charizard slammed Cypress' Charizard down, making it fall onto the stone ground and revert to its original form.

Cypress appeared to be frustrated but turned to look back at Hoopa regardless of his loss. ''...Hoopa! It is I who has awoken you this day! Grant me my wish, that I may discover a pure world in need of ruling!''

Hoopa hovered over the portal, all six of its arms moving in unison as the portal sparked, then in the middle, a purple spiral materialized, growing in size until it fitted the frame, the portal now activated.

''Isn't it glorious?'' Cypress questioned, gaze fixated on the Dijin Pokémon. Jake huffed beside you, letting go of your hand. ''You will all soon see that I'm not as mad as you believe. In fact, I am the most clever out of all,'' You almost wanted to tell him 'cleverest' was a word. ''of you. I am the only soul wise enough to devise such a plan and brave enough to carry it out.''

He continued, still, as you heard Jake mutter to you: "...Wish me luck.'' The boy's words caused your brows to furrow in confusion.

''-The almighty Hoopa, a Pokémon so talented and powerful... Ancient Rorians were so full of fear, they decided to imprison it here,'' Jake moved from the corner of your eye as Cypress still went on. ''And here it stayed, waiting for me to come along and- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Cypress' scream was heard as he was hoisted into the air by none other than Jake, who promptly threw the adult into the portal. Cue the shock and widened eyes, as the boy dusted his hands off.

You, however, had the biggest grin on your face. Internally, you were very confused, but heck, you had to admit that was quite a sight to see.

Jake's eyes were back on the gathered group, nonplussed by the feat he had just pulled. ''Am I the only one that's tired of that guy's monologuing?'' He asked, seemingly bored. ''I've been holding that in for a long time...'' Jake's gaze briefly landed on you, before refocusing.

''Jake, what is the meaning of this?" Gabe questioned disbelief showing on his face clear as day.

''It's the end of the line for Team Eclipse,'' Jake answered. ''nobody comes between me and my friends. Cypress made a huge mistake thinking he could take advantage of us like that.''

''You're making a huge mistake if you think you've stopped Team Eclipse. Cypress is on his way to our new world as we speak! This is only the beginning!'' Gabe fumed.

''You better join him, or you're next!'' Jake replied, looking to the admins.

''Say no more!'' Gabe barked in return, with him and the other admins- except Jake, of course, jumping into the portal after their leader.

Once they were all gone, the remaining group of you, Tess, Jake, Broze's parents and the Holder of the Bronze Brick himself gathered around a bit more closely.

''This portal will continue to grow out of control until Hoopa is defeated,'' Jake informed the group. ''I will stay here and fight. The rest of you need to leave now.''

Tess lifted her head at the topic at hand. ''Jake, we've fought for so long to rescue you and (Y/n). I'm not leaving your side now.'' She looked back at you, then at Jake again.

''The fight is not yet over.'' The boy replied. ''I need you to get to safety so that I can finish this.''

You crossed your arms, heaving a sigh. Jake spared you a glance, sighing as well. ''The ancient Rorians bound Hoopa because it destroyed their homes and way of life.'' He continued. ''If we aren't careful, the same will happen to us. Cypress planned to leave this world to be destroyed by Hoopa. Hoopa must be stopped before it's too late.''

His gaze was on you again, but he seemed to be looking at both you and Tess. ''Please go, Tess and (Y/n). This is not up for discussion. You must leave.''

The ground seemed to move underneath your feet, and the group turned to look at the portal. Anticipating it, you covered your eyes before you had the chance to be nearly blinded. Hey, it saved you from having to go to the optometrist.

Looking up, your heart sank, the portal now bigger than it used to be. ''The portal... it nearly doubled in size!'' Tess' surprised response came out.

''This... can't be good.'' You muttered to yourself as Jake faced the rest of the group once again.

''This is exactly what I feared would happen. The portal is only going to keep getting worse. You all need to run now!" He urged.

Broze's parents start walking away with their son, as they talked, but he soon stopped, with them quickly noticing.

Tess looked to you, and nodded, stepping aside as you took her place. ''Hey, you really need to stop doing this alone.'' You told him. ''I know how you were feeling over the course of this, but please don't let that stand in the way of things. We're supposed to do this together.'' Your back was turned, as you faced him.

Something hit the stone floor, and Jake looked at what it was, before yelling: ''LOOK OUT!'' As he pushed you out of the way, you felt the wind get knocked out of you. You watched on with horror as a wooden box slammed into Jake full force, sending him into the portal.

Too late, you scrambled to your feet, hand shooting out as the portal rippled- and he's gone. Tears gather in your eyes, but you're too broken to stop them as they start falling.

To add further insult to injury, Hoopa waved its arms, and the portal crumbled right before your eyes. A shout came from behind you, and Broze charged forward, a Quick Ball in his grasp. He cried out wordlessly as he threw it, full of anguish and loathing.

Miraculously, he caught it on the first try. But you don't care. All you do is stare at the broken pieces of the portal.

No warmth was left here in this world anymore.

And so, the frost returned, biting at your skin with no teeth.

Finally got this bad b**** outta the way, anyway uh, enjoy it lol

#pbbposting #god help me #did i do the last part right #uh i hope so #anyway thanks for reading

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lesser-mook · 2 months

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WORST pixar movie ever made

Turning Red is just pedophile-coded propaganda to try to make children seem independent so they can pass laws that 12-13 year olds can make their own decisions, this shit is just a proxy for creeps in power trying to push a direction on the vulgar masses.

And if you don’t want to take it that far? Fair enough.

Look at it’s execution as a movie by itself.

The whole womanhood coming of age angle is not even treated with respect or sensitivity, it’s a gimmick. Hence the Panda form being a gimmick; Womanhood is either something of one’s body to hustle out to people for gain or some demon curse to lock away.

WOW what a way to illustrate to children the state of being born a girl, THANKS for the overtones PIXAR.

And if your daughter is out of control, god forbid you say anything or correct the child: Ie. Damned is ye who dare to be a parent and do your goddamn job.

Spirited Away is a leagues better coming of age story, without the maxi pad cringe.

Having children in this culture is a serious hazard, American society is corrosive as fuck. Innocence is to be destroyed & corrupted as early as possible by western culture, not honored or respected. Let alone protected.

There’s no way in just over 20 years you go from The Incredibles to Turning Red, the decline of quality of writing is bizarre, it got worse and worse and worse.

And it’s only going to get worse.

Anyone with a lick of sense would see a concept like this would’ve been better executed as 2min PIXAR Short, with more mature writing. It would’ve been leagues better.

Codename: Kids Next Door is still ahead of the game in so many ways by showing kids being on the level of adults without being weird about it. Back when everything wasn’t about “pushing someting” 24/7

#youtube #turning red #garbage #propaganda #cringe #overload #lessermook

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tinywitchgoblin · 3 years

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The Bad Batch Find Out You Have a Praise Kink

based on this textpost from @neon-junkie

Link to pt 2

a/n: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now, but I finally got around to writing it, hope you don’t think it sucks. Also, I don’t know how to write lap dances for the life of me, so sorry in advance.

Warnings: implied smut, swearing, kinky talk, drinking, lap dance, Tech and Crosshair being little shits, I think that’s it?

“Wrecker, truth or dare,” you said. You and the boys had a night off and decided to play a little game of truth or dare, drinking style. You could truthfully answer the question/do the dare, or you could take a shot. Most of you had taken at least 1 shot, with the sole exception of Wrecker. He was determined to do every dare and answer every question, regardless of how embarrassing it was.

“Dare!” he shouted. Not one to waste time with words, dares were typically his go-to. “I dare you… to do as many consecutive push-ups as you can with me sitting on your back,” you challenged.

“Deal! Are you ready?” he said. You climbed up onto his lower back and gave him confirmation. He began doing the push-ups, all with you counting out loud, and the others taking bets as to how many Wrecker would be able to do. It took him a few minutes, but he finally wore out and collapsed to the ground. Crosshair won the bet, and his brothers handed him a couple of credits each, none of them looking too pleased. Well, none except for Wrecker and Crosshair, who high-fived, Wrecker still a bit tired. However, he recovered quickly and took his turn. “Tech, truth or dare?

”Tech thought for a moment before choosing dare. That was unusual; he was typically more a truth person- the opposite of Wrecker. “Tech, I dare you… to give (y/n) a lap dance for a whole minute!” he shouted, looking very pleased with himself. You blushed, unsure of what to do, but also looking forward to the prospect of being so close to the goggled brother. He looked at you and asked if that was okay with you; you nodded shyly, a move not unnoticed by Hunter and Crosshair. He did the dare, all eyes on the two of you, and by the time he was done, your face matched the deep red that donned all of the boys’ armor. He returned to his seat, throwing you a wink in the process, which only made you blush even harder. He cleared his throat before saying, “I believe it is my turn to ask now. Crosshair, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said, not wanting to look weak in comparison to his brothers.

“I dare you to…” he started, before looking to his datapad.

“What, can’t think of a dare good enough for me?” Crosshair teased.

“I think he just wants to humiliate you in the best way possible,” you jabbed. Crosshair threw you a dirty look before turning his attention back to Tech.

“Oh, I have one! Come here!” Tech pulled Crosshair aside.

“No no no, that’s not how it works,” Wrecker complained.

“Technically, as long as Crosshair completes the dare, it doesn’t matter if we know right now,” Hunter clarified. After a moment, Wrecker backed down, and Tech whispered something to Crosshair, who grinned like the devil. The two sat down as if nothing had happened, which confused the rest of you. Wrecker was about to protest, but thought better of it. Crosshair turned his attention back to you, saying, “truth or dare, (y/n)?”

“Truth,” you said a little too quickly. Secretly, you were nervous that Tech and Crosshair were ganging up on you, and you weren’t too anxious to be caught up in the middle of all that. After a moment of thought, he asked you his question.

“What is your biggest kink?” he said with the biggest smirk on his face. That got the boys’ attention. They leaned forward in their seats, desperate to hear your response. You were tempted to take a shot instead of answering, but that would only make it worse for you in the long run. You thought about what to say. You didn’t want to say that you didn’t have any kinks; they would call you a liar. You were too afraid to say something too serious or too weird; you didn’t want to know where that would lead. Finally, you settled on one.

“I would say that… Well, I like, um…” you sputtered, suddenly lacking the confidence you thought you’d had a moment ago.

“Too scared, sweetheart?” Crosshair jibed. You gave him your deadliest stinkeye, which at the moment, wasn’t very stinky at all. Tech moved next to you, combing your hair to one side.

“Don’t be afraid of us, cyare, all we want is a little information,” he whispered into your ear.

“You of all people know the value that even a small piece of information can hold,” you shot back.

“I know, but you’re already doing so well for us, you just need to give us those few words,” he cooed. Well, shit. Somehow, he already found out what you were going to say. Maybe it was a coincidence, you tried to reassure yourself. As you were thinking, Hunter came behind you and started rubbing your back, hoping to break down your resolve. After a moment, you finally gathered your courage.

“I guess… It’s a bit weird, I know, but… I have a praise kink,” you whispered, not able to hold eye contact with any of them.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, cyare, that’s all it took. You did so well for us,” he purred. “That’s what turns you on, hm? Do you need to hear us tell you how good you’re being for us? That you’re our good cyar’ika?” Hunter whispered into your other ear. As he spoke, Crosshair came and knelt in front of you. He slid his way between your legs. You let him, unable and unwilling to stop him.

“Well, you have been good for us tonight,” Crosshair said in a tone that had your heart racing and your stomach clenching. “Want to see how we reward good behavior?” All you could do was nod rapidly. Wrecker stepped forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It took you by surprise, but once you figured out what the hell was going on, you kissed him back. The others kept affirming you and your behavior, which only made you blush harder. They took no time getting to work on relieving your stress, and you thought to yourself that you could totally get used to this.

When the five of you were finally done, you looked at the clock and realized that you’d been going at it for a couple of hours. Since you were having difficulties standing, Wrecker helped you into the refresher, and the two of you taking a much-needed shower. Even after all this time, he was still calling you “good cyar’ika” and complimenting you. It meant the galaxy to you that these boys cared so much about you, and you were determined to make it up to them soon.

Thanks for reading! Why don't you go check out pt 2?

#hunter #tech #wrecker #crosshair #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter bad batch #tech bad batch #wrecker bad batch #crosshair bad batch #Bad Batch #the bad batch #bark bark #down bad #star wars #star wars x reader #the bad bois

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do you think c!Dream ever physically lashed out at c!techno while they were in prison together? I mean like if he got too close, would he swing at him as a reflex? I’d imagine c!techno would either take a single punch like a champ as c!Dream’s already weak or like,,catch his arm before his fist makes contact. The later would probably lead trigger only more trauma responses from Dream. How do you think Techno would handle it?

/dsmp /rp

Yeah. And on top of what you’re saying, I think Dream probably lashed out at him intentionally, too, in addition to unintentionally.

Reasons:

Dream hasn’t been able to fight back against someone without terrible consequences for a long time. He misses fighting, the physicality of an even playing ground.

Dream doesn’t want Techno to think he’s weak, or soft—he wants Techno to believe he’s capable of violence. He’s strong. This place hasn’t broken him.

Dream is angry at Techno for being trapped here, and for seeing him like this, and for messing up the plan. He knows this anger is mostly irrational—in fact, it’s really Dream’s fault, he knows, he’s the one who was weak enough to write the damn letter, but that just makes him madder. (Hell, the first thing he did when Techno arrived was punch him.)

Dream is used to playing into everyone’s worst assumptions about him. Techno dares to think he’ll be reasonable? Well, he’s got another thing coming.

Techno’s irreverence and minimizations, while typically the type of optimistic sarcasm Dream can understand and see through, sometimes really sting in ways Dream isn’t prepared for. Sometimes Techno saying, “come on, this place isn’t that bad, cheer up, roomie, quit complaining!” sounds too similar to what Sam tells him, how Quackity mocks him, what Sapnap clearly thought of him. Sometimes it hurts to hear that he’s whining for no reason (even though Techno’s right; things are so much better now.) Sometimes it feels too much like he’s just being ordered to keep sucking it up when all he wants to do is scream.

Dream’s been forcing himself to be rational and controlled for so long. He can’t afford to lose control with his abusers. He can afford to lose it at Techno.

Dream’s privacy in one of the most stressful and vulnerable times of his entire life just went from limited to NONE. There’s nowhere for Techno to go; they can’t get out of each other’s hair. If Dream cries, Techno sees it. If Dream gets furious, Techno sees it.

Sam and Quackity and Tommy, and even Bad and Sapnap, have all treated him like he’s a wild animal, one that bites. He doesn’t really feel very human right now.

The last time Dream had a sincere fight was with Tommy and that ended… not well. That was also an example of Dream lashing out physically against someone he thought he could hurt safely, but it was also a lot more sour than with Techno, obviously. I’m not sure Dream is able to articulate to himself the reasons he killed Tommy.

It’s not like he actually wants to kill Techno, or even hurt Techno. He likes Techno, likes him even when he’s getting on his last nerve. Techno’s kind to him. Techno’s funny. Techno’s entertaining. Techno tells him to eat. Techno tells him he’ll protect him from Quackity, that they’ll fight together. (Techno’s arrival made the torture stop.) Not to mention that Techno is an invaluable ally and his only (maybe, maybe, maybe) ticket out of here.

I think Techno would usually handle it with good grace. He’d try to divert Dream’s attention to less destructive outlets. He’d take a punch and laugh it off, and the lack of reaction would sometimes be enough to defuse the whole thing. The fact that Dream obviously isn’t a threat and is obviously posturing is, well, both kinda funny and kinda sad. Dream can tell, which sometimes just makes him angrier: he doesn’t want to be treated with kid gloves.

But the cell is wearing on Techno, too. Sometimes he’s not in the mood to deal with Dream’s bullshit just like Dream doesn’t want to deal with his. Sue him, sometimes a dude just doesn’t want to be punched for no reason. I don’t think he’d hit Dream back, but I could see him overpowering Dream, pinning him or twisting his arm to make him stop—and it would be easy, way too easy. Dream would freeze and go very quiet, and Techno would quickly back off, let him go and try to shrug it all off, and feel awful when Dream retreats to his corner and doesn’t speak for hours. (And feel annoyed that he’s feeling awful for defending himself, but—hey. That’s what this cell does to people, he guesses. He’s not gonna lie, it’s pretty messed up.)

#c!dream and c!techno #pandora’s vault #c!dream and trauma

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haikyuuishete · 4 years

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Heartbroken to moving on|| Headcanons

Synopsis: He breaks your heart and you move on

Angst

Oikawa and Kuroo

Pt2

Oikawa:

He loved you but to him everything was a game, he didn’t take you serious or the relationship

He dismissed all the love you gave him

Pushed you away (too busy for you)

Even though you supported him and his volleyball career (it wasn’t enough for him)

He met a fan girl at a game that you didn’t attend

She was pretty, to extent of her being confident to flirt with him knowing he was dating you

He forgot that he was dating you, she gave him his number to call her

Which he did after he got home only to end up in his room with her, together

In his self conscious he knew it was wrong but the girl he was with made it so good that it was just right

He told Iwaizumi who lashed out at him for doing that, Oikawa listened but he kept doing it behind your back either way

It was fun he said

He eventually told you, he acted so confident about it, it broke you that he never loved you

He did but he didn’t show it

He apologized about his actions but never told you to stay which you hoped he did but never happened

You didn’t break down in front of him but looked at him in disappointment, you cared and loved him only for him to do this to you?

You didn’t even say anything but walked away because if you did you would’ve broken down to the point of hitting him

You had to cry it out before shutting him out from your memories, forgetting that he existed

You were broken, he knew that but he would brush it off and go on with his life

You started to dislike him little by little, you just stopped loving him

You went to his games for the last time to fully move on from him, it was a very cold night

You forgot to bring your jacket, “hey do you want to borrow my jacket?” You turned around to me a volleyball player with silver hair who was smiling sweetly at you

“thank you” “no problem” he smiled shyly “can I get your name?”

It didn’t take long for Oikawa to feel the darkness that was waiting for him along the way

He felt cold in a way that you couldn’t describe it , the feeling of being loved wasn’t there anymore

He didn’t even realize that he kept thinking about you, missing you

He would secretly watch you pass by only feel the coldness radiating from you, almost like he never existed made his heart clench

He would be staring at your silhouette for too long

It didn’t take long for him to burst out in tears for you, crying himself to sleep when he realized how much he missed you

He needed your hugs kisses anything you could give him

He screwed up and it hurts to see you walk away not even acknowledging his presence

It took a month of pain to even function right, only to see you with someone else in the end

He watched you fall in love with someone else, watched you smile at this person who deserved it, watched how you held and kissed him tenderly, it made it worse knowing it was Sugawara; a guy that would treat you better, a person who would never dare to hurt you

Oikawa shut himself up in shame and in disgrace of what he did to you to the point locking himself in his room, Iwaizumi always got in and comforted his friend from crying to point his eyes was blood shut red

To gripping his phone as he stared at your picture

If he was a better person you would’ve been next to him

“Iwa do you think she could forgive me one day?”

Kuroo:

He was a good boyfriend that any girl could ask for

He treated you so well

Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve him, he was just perfect

It didn’t last long not until Nekoma’s new manager appeared

She was gorgeous every team and guy wanted her; she was nice almost pure

She caught Kuroo’s attention; not only she was the team’s manager but his classmate

He got closer to her and had more things in common with her than you

Their friendship blossomed to the point it made you jealous

He would always make sure you were happy telling you he loved you and she was just a friend

She got closer to him and he got closer to her to the point of hanging out, even at her house

He didn’t dare cheat on you, he would never do that to you

But he did fall in love with his manager, but never had the heart to cheat on you

He and his manager wanted him to break up with you so it wouldn’t hurt you; she was being nice about it

It took months for him to actually have the courage to break up with you; you weren’t dumb either you knew he fell out of love with you

When he actually told you the truth you broke down a bit, sitting on the pavement close to your house

“I’m sorry y/n I’m truly am” he kept holding your hands “I can’t ask you to stay when she’s waiting for you Kuroo, just go to her” you voiced out weakly

Weeks of crying and moping around, your heart kept breaking into so many pieces seeing them together, happily

Took months to finally calm yourself down, “hey do you need help?” You were trying to reach a textbook high on the shelf “can you?”

“Of course” Your classmate smiled beautifully

Your recovery of healing, your classmate was one of a kind to be honest, someone that was willing to take your pain away

Kuroo was feeling empty with his new girlfriend, to the point he would walk away from her

He would walk home alone, wondering if you already ate

Before realizing you weren’t his anymore which made him ball his fists in anger and in saddness

He wouldn’t get sleep either, which made Yaku scold him

He felt lonely, the warmth you gave him that would always make him blush and smile stupidly wasn’t there anymore

He missed you to the point of running back to you, to beg for forgiveness

It stopped him from doing it seeing you kiss your new boyfriend on the streets bidding goodbye to each other

Broke him to the point he could never go back

He was stuck in his own little world where you two were still together, to wake up next to you smiling and teasing each other

It was his fault for thinking he fell out of love with you

He would never show these emotions to his teammates; Kenma isn’t dumb he knows

It took something like losing a game to make him break

He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to be in your arms

“Y/n!” He shouted tackling you into a hug in the dark halls of the gym

He cried so loud whispering his apologies, begged you to stay to come back

“It wouldn’t be fair to him Kuroo, it wouldn’t be fair for me either” He trembled in your arms as he tried to make you stay

“Tell me that you love me” he whispered

“just this once” he asks in a broken voice

“Lie to me” he gripped on to your sweatshirt, the only thing he could hold on to at the moment

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #oikawa headcanons #oikawa angst #kuroo angst #oikawa scenarios #kuroo scenarios

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iheartbookbran · 3 years

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Ok so actually my biggest problem with the whole “Daenerys will burn KL” theory—not even the Mad Queen Dany theory, which is of course very sexist for obvious reasons, but just like, the idea that Dany will ~accidentally~ ignite the wildfire in the city, burning it all to the ground. That, at first, doesn’t sound that bad, but the longer I think about it the more I hate it because tbh it doesn’t do anything for her character? And also… that fate for her is just down right cruel.

Like, the most frequent argument I see on why this would be at all satisfactory for Dany’s arc is basically that it would be a sort of lesson for her about the dangers of unchecked power and the real threat the Dragons can pose on humans and that she shouldn’t use them to fight against other people. And that’s all well and good, excellent message… except that’s not something Dany’s ever really needed to learn? Not anymore that her fellow rulers, which I will touch on more detail later, but in general Dany has seen what the abuse of power can do. Starting with her conflicting feelings regarding Viserys and how she recognizes that even though he was her brother and she loved him, he also abused his power over her as her older brother, her only family and her king; she feels guilt about the atrocities Drogo committed to the lhazarene and tries to help them; she feels so much guilt about not handling things correctly in Astapor that she decides to throw away all her plans to go to Westeros and instead stays in Meereen.

And about not knowing the true danger that her dragons can pose? I mean, this is the same girl that literally agonizes across several of her ADWD chapters because Drogon killed a child, and then takes the extreme measure of caging Rhaegal and Viserion to prevent that from ever happening again. I think she’s at least a little bit aware that the dragons can be dangerous, thank you very much.

Ok so this got long...

Anyways, the only time Dany legit uses Drogon to harm someone and not just as bluff was at the house of the Undying, where she was being attacked, and in Astapor… and like, lmao, that asshole Kraznys mo Nakloz and the rest of his slaver buddies deserved it. Don’t at me. Also, Dany’s hardly the only one with a big magical and deadly beast at her disposal, why didn’t Robb had to go through some horrifying traumatic incident to learn he shouldn’t use Grey Wind in battle to tear his enemies’ throats. Bran will be learning about the dangers of abusing power, but that’s linked to his magic powers and an actual reprehensible thing he’s doing, not the use of his glorified prehistoric dog to kill, which he’s done, just like Robb. By all means let the narrative hold Dany accountable for her mistakes… but her actual mistakes and not shit she has no control over, because she doesn’t have much control over Drogon or the other dragons even though she’s trying to, and that’s very obvious in her last ADWD chapter where she’s delirious and Drogon could kill her at any moment, and she knows that.

The other big argument people make for Dany burning KL (even if it’s by accident!) is that it will teach her about the price of war, that someone as young as her shouldn’t be leading armies and conquering kingdoms, and that fighting for the Iron Throne is not a worthy cause, and I feel like that misses the actual point of her story by a mile. First of all because a) Dany is hardly the only teenage ruler in the story and b) this is a fantasy medieval story, a lot of the characters shouldn’t be doing the things they do, aaaand yet. Also speaking of other teenage rulers with far more power that they should have—Robb and Jon, being the biggest examples.

Granted, Robb and Jon aren’t exactly successful during their time as rulers, they’re literally betrayed and killed by their own men (even if Jon will technically come back for round 2 of bullshit he’s too tired for). But the moral of their stories is not that they lost because theirs was an unworthy cause and they were stupid kids wholly unprepared for their roles. And I actually partially agree! They are just kids, including Dany, and they shouldn’t be responsible for looking after so many others and going to battle, but their cause is still just and worthy, even with all the mistakes they make along the way. Robb didn’t loose because he was wrong in demanding justice for his family or trying to protect the riverlands from the Lannisters and their minions, he lost because Tywin Lannister was a giant coward who couldn’t take him out in a fair fight.

Likewise, it isn’t wrong of Jon to try to incorporate refugees from beyond the Wall into Westeros. He’s not too stupid and honorable to do politics like his father (how I hate when people insult Jon and Ned like that), and while he did some very obvious mistakes that inevitably ended in a coup and in him dying, this is more connected to his inability to let go of his ties with his family (mainly Arya or who he believes to be her), and in isolating himself from his friends and the people he could actually trust.

I’ve always thought that Dany and Jon share a parallel narrative within the story, so while Jon is struggling with that Dany is faced with similar problems. She cages her dragons, that to her represent the only family she has left, and she tries to compromise with the slavers, marry a man she doesn’t love, pretend she’s ok with reopening the fighting pit. While she tries her best to rule wisely in Meereen, it all comes at the cost of betraying herself and her beliefs, so it’s no surprise when it all crashes around her and she’s betrayed and nearly killed. Ironically, it is Drogon who comes to rescue her.

If they are monsters, so am I.—Daenerys II, ADWD.

This is hands down one of my favorite Dany quotes from the whole series, and I hate that it’s been given such a negative connotation in the fandom, when for me it represents Dany’s humanity and compassion at the fullest.

GRRM has a knack for humanizing the ‘monsters’ of his story, for showing the good in the outcasts and the ugly and the scary. He embraces their ‘otherness’ and makes them the heroes of his stories; Arya, Bran, Brienne, Dany, Tyrion, Jon, Theon and many others are all compared to monsters or beasts at one point or another in the books.

Dany sees herself in her dragons, literal monsters in every sense of the word. Later on she faces Drogon inside the pit, and in that moment you could say that she accepts that ‘monstrous’ part of her, and in doing so she’s saved from her fate of dying at the hands of the men who would crucify innocent children and gleefully profit off of the suffering of their fellow human beings while watching them fight each other to the death for their own amusement. Now tell me who’s the real monster in this situation.

But shortly before that happens, Dany is able to see the humanity in Tyrion, an outcast who has been branded as monstrous and unlovable due to his disability all his life, a man who has come to believe in his abusers’ rhetoric about him so strongly that he’s started to act cruel and detached. She saves his life. She sees value in his life when few others would, because she cares.

I’ve always find it funny that the “dragons plant no trees” is—another—example fans use to argue in favor of Dany’s descent into Darkness™ because the actual scene goes like this:

You are a queen, her bear said. In Westeros.

"It is such a long way," she complained. "I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl."

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.—Daenerys X, ADWD.

Now am I the only one who finds it at least a bit relevant that it’s freaking Jorah Mormont aka Jorah the Enslaver whom Dany’s subconscious, at her literal lowest moment, utilizes to represent this particular thought, which btw I’ve always interpreted as Dany’s own self-loathing manifesting in her, and this is something she’s actually always struggled with—the idea that she’s not enough and she’s failing. Because above all things, even Westeros or the Iron Throne, what Dany wants is peace, she wants to plant trees.

When Dany made her descent, Reznak and Skahaz dropped to their knees. "Your Worship shines so brightly, you will blind every man who dares to look upon you," said Reznak. […] This match will save our city, you will see."

"So we pray. I want to plant my olive trees and see them fruit." Does it matter that Hizdahr's kisses do not please me? Peace will please me. Am I a queen or just a woman?—Daenerys VII, ADWD.

But of course the world doesn’t work like that, and so long as there’s Jorahs and Tywins and Eurons out there, men who would take the freedom of humans and submit them to their will, Dany can’t have the luxury of peace, just like Jon can’t have the luxury of belonging and family so long as there’s people still beyond the Wall who need his protection.

And I think that’s fine. It’s fine that Dany failed, it will help her develop as a character and realize that there’s no room to compromise with slavers, the metaphorical monsters of the story who do far more harm than the other more literal ‘monsters’ of the story. So that when she has to face down Euron Greyjoy—who btw, there’s a high chance he will end up stealing one of Dany’s dragons via Victarion using Dragonbinder… y’know, as in enslaving one of her children and using said dragon to inflict god knows what horrors, yet not many people ever consider this for some reason?—she will know. When she has to face down the Others, the magical ice fairies with no regard for human life, she will know.

That’s why I believe that it would make absolutely no sense for Dany to have to go through such a tragic and traumatic experience like burning a whole city even by pure accident, over something that’s either never been a problem with her character or she’s well into her way of learning anyways, so it would just feel repetitive. As I have pointed out, she’s already reached one of the lowest moments of her arc. Not saying there will be no other blows for her, and probably the destruction of KL will be one of them, and knowing Dany she will feel responsibility over it no matter what, but that doesn’t mean she has to be the culprit, intentional or otherwise.

#yes i wrote this whole thing because i actually love the ‘if they are monsters so am i’ quote and i’m trying to push my agenda on others #jk i spend like half a minute in an anti dany blog and i was like. war #but i don’t regret it so #daenerys targaryen #stormborn #pro daenerys #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #meta #my meta

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Love story - Cordelia Goode

A/N: Hey I'm sorry for being away but I had a terrible case of writers block! If you have any requests let me know. gif is mine

Headcanon: Cordelia's cat is called Binx from hocus pocus because she fucking loved it growing up bye

Prompt: based from the song Love story by Taylor Swift

Edited by: @okpaulson

Word count: 2186

Curiosity fills you as you look down at the envelope in your hands, not knowing who it's from as there is no return address. You take it with you into the kitchen of your apartment, slight excitement filling you as you take a knife from the drawer to open it. The suspense is killing you with every rip of the paper until the letter is free. You pull it out quickly, tossing the envelope in the trashcan beside you as you jump up onto the counter to read it. The feeling of anticipation quickly turning into heartbreak, concern, and surprise as you read the name of the person who sent the letter. Cordelia Goode. It triggers a flashback in your mind and you close your eyes as you remember it.

You were both young when you first met. You were 16. You were already residing at the academy before she turned up. You'd only been there for a few weeks though and made little to no friends. No one wanted to be your friend as you were the only witch there not being of Salem descendent. It was a regular old morning; you had eaten your breakfast, had a shower, and now you're sitting on the deck outside your bedroom as you read a book. A mist of red hair catches your eye and nosily, you peer over the railing. You find Myrtle having a brief conversation with the Supreme and a girl your age who seems to be really upset. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you try to figure out what could be wrong, but then you shrug and get back into the adventure that your book was taking you on.

The light in your bedroom turns off and you turn your head to see Myrtle. "Y/N, dear. What have I said about these lights?" She scolds but in a kind manner, the girl by her side still wiping away at her face with her white sleeves. "Now, go say 'Hello," Myrtle encourages the girl, "She is your new roommate after all,"

The girl walks over to you shyly. "Hello, I'm Cordelia Goode," she introduces herself, her hand out in front of her politely and you couldn't help but grin at her,

"Hi, Cordelia." You take her hand, "I'm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. You must be my new roommate, huh?"

"Hm." She nods with a small smile on her lips and she turns to see Myrtle gone and frowns.

"Hey, why don't we read? What do you like reading?"

"Oh, I'm a sucker for Shakespeare."

"Really? Good that I have Romeo and Juliet then," you say as you head over to the small bookshelf in your room and your fingers trail along the spines of the books before finding the correct one, "Here, Goode" you say handing it to her, she grins at the use of her name and you both sat in silence as you read together.

Over the next three years, you had begun to realise that Cordelia wasn't interested in looking for her own Romeo but you instead. You had your first kiss on her eighteenth birthday, after spending the evening together in the greenhouse as she worked on various different potions, she had managed to make up a truth concoction for a spiced-up version of truth or dare.

"Are you sure this is okay to drink?" You eye the vial wearily, as she just grins at you, biting her lip.

She shrugs before looking over at the kitten sitting on the table, "I don't know, what do you think Binx?"

The cat lifts his head up at her and meows as his answer and you roll your eyes at her, "I can't believe you named him after Thackery from Hocus Pocus."

She punches your arm gently, "Drink up," she passes you the vial and you eye it again, looking into her eyes, not knowing why you're putting this much trust into her potion skills right now before throwing your head back and drinking it.

You wince as whatever it is, burns down the back of your throat, "Jesus, Goode, you could have put some, I don't know, Raspberries in it or something," you moan as it leaves a sour taste in your mouth and you stick your tongue out at her as she does the same before drinking the potion too. "Okay... so?" You say before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Sooo..." she says rolling her eyes, "Truth or dare?"

"Well, considering I drank your poison, truth." You say bravely

"Do you have a crush on anyone? Because I do." She blurts out that last bit, her hands slapping to her lips just as she says it

Your eyes widen at her, not holding back, "Oh you do, do you? Who is it?"

"I asked first," she says, but you can tell she's trying to fight the effects of the potion.

"It doesn't count if you say the answer in your mind, Godo,"

"Godo?"

"Spelling mistake."

"But -"

"Who's your crush?"

"You?" She whispers, crimson rising her cheeks and she closes her eyes as you step closer to her.

"Truth or Dare?" You ask, feeling a lot braver

"Dare?" Her voice is still small.

"I dare you to kiss me," you say, your faces now only centimetres apart.

You were so in love, did every little thing together, but of course, you had to hide it from the other witches in the coven as they most definitely would not approve considering this was the early 2000's. One evening you were in the middle of an impromptu makeout session when the door of your shared room swung open and there stood Fiona. The Supreme was more than furious that a lesser witch was with her daughter.

"Mother! What are you doing?" Cordelia squeals in embarrassment as Fiona storms over, ripping the covers from your naked bodies.

"Stay away from my daughter." She states coldly before transmutating out from the room quicker than she arrived.

You look at the blonde, eyes wide as you think of what to say, but you don't say anything. Instead, you climb out of the bed, grabbing your clothes.

"Where are you going?" She asks breathlessly

"It's best if I go," you say tugging some pants on and pulling a shirt over your head. "I'll see if I can bunk with Ruby tonight."

"She's not even the boss of me y'know." Cordelia remarks as you begin to leave the room.

"That may be but she's still my Supreme." You say before you leave.

The second time you get caught it's by none other than Myrtle. She already knew about the two of you, considering it was all Fiona was talking about. But the only concern Myrtle had was that she didn't want her poor Delia going off with someone lesser than her. That was Fiona's reasoning too, really, and that was the only thing they could agree on for the next few months, was to find a way to get you out. Fiona had considered killing you, of course, but quickly changed her mind as no good would come of that, so instead, she does what she would usually do. Argue.

"You only ever come into my life to ruin it!" Cordelia screams at the top of her lungs. "I thought you were in Morocco or some shitty country gallivanting with your new beau!"

"Watch that pretty mouth of yours, Delia, before I wash it out with soap."

"Oh come on mother I am not a child anymore so stop treating me like one!" You stood in the doorway watching with your bag in hand as it's best to leave to not make anything worse. She catches your eye though immediately. "Where are you going?" She asks, a sob escaping her lips as endless possibilities run through her mind but the only one that hurts the most is you leaving forever.

"It's best I go, Dee." You say and Fiona turns to you, closing her eyes before nodding.

"No! Please!" You hear Cordelia scream and beg as you leave the door. "Please don't go!"

You couldn't stay gone for long, less than a month later you were back, throwing a pebble up at your old bedroom window at the academy, hoping Cordelia doesn't have a new roommate. You see a wisp of blonde before the window opens and her soft brown eyes meet yours

She sneaks out the window, down the pillars of the balcony as she heads down into the garden to find you, you keep quiet because they can't know you're lying and you lay down on the grass as you look up at the stars, your lover lying beside you.

"Close your eyes, escape this town for a little while." You whisper and she does so as you pull her into your arms, her head leaning into your chest.

"I love you," Cordelia confesses after a beat, her eyes locking onto yours. "Fiona has been telling me that you're gone for good, and loving you isn't worth it."

"But it is," you say bringing your hands to her chin, wiping a tear. "I love you."

"But I was begging you not to go."

"Cordelia, let's go somewhere we can be alone."

"When?"

"Just be patient, all there's left to do is run. Let's write a fairytale with more than one princess." You stroke her cheek gently, "Don't listen to anyone, they'll only try to tell you how to feel. I know this love is difficult but it's real. Don't be afraid I'll get you out of this mess, baby please say yes."

"Yes."

But she got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around. She met someone new. Fiona was the first to tell you. She hates him. She would rather her daughter be with you than him. Too late now isn't it?

So you gave up on the thought of her and tried to move on with your life. That was until now. Seeing her name at the end of the letter.

Dear Y/N, it starts. But you can't read it. It's breaking you. You toss it onto the counter and you begin to prepare dinner instead, until your house phone rings. You still don't understand why you have one in the first place. The only calls you ever get are scams. But, you answer it anyway.

"Y/N? Is that you?" You hear the voice of the woman you just seconds ago tried to forget. Your heart begins pounding, your palms sweating as you fumble with the phone.

"Cordelia?" You hear ruffling on the other side and another voice, you recognise to be Myrtles.

"Please come home."

Booking the earliest flight out to New Orleans was the easiest part, but actually plucking up the courage to walk through the gates and knock on the door was the hardest.

As you stand in front of the door a wave of familiarity and the unknown washes over you. The place you called home now is only a few feet away and you close your eyes remembering your best memories here again, but then only the bad ones coming. But now, a chance to make new ones occurs to you.

A strange feeling arises in your chest as your anxiety heightens when your fist meets the door, wondering what may be on the other side.

And soon enough, the door opens, a gentle creak bleeding through into the silence and your breath hitches.

"Cordelia." You whisper as the blonde comes into the view

You're home.

"Y/N? Is it really you?" She says a smile creeping onto her lips as she takes you in, her eyes watering as tears begin trailing down her face.

"Cordelia, I hope you weren't feeling too alone," you start, the tears building up in your eyes as you look into her soft brown ones. "I know I kept you waiting."

"I really thought you'd never come." Her smile only grows seeing you there wanting to pull you into her arms but you hold yourself back for a moment

Your hand lingers behind your back and you see a flicker in her eyes, she doesn't know what to think as you kneel to the ground and pull out the ring. "Marry me, Cordelia, You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I've ever known." Her hands come up to her face in shock, a wave of emotions overcoming her and you watch as she bends down to be at your height. "You've got nothing to worry about, go pick out a nice dress."

"Delia, dear, just say yes!" Myrtle almost screams as she watches the two of you from the foyer and the two of you turn to see her and Cordelia chuckles before turning back to you, wiping her face. You hold the hopeful look as she bends down to meet your gaze and cups your cheeks gently into her hands.

"Yes." She breathes and you claim her lips with your own. This time never letting her go and ready to write your own fairytale.

#cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #ahs #ahs coven #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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