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domnamewoman · 7 months

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MK1 Characters Headcanon: What Are Their Kinks (Submissive Characters)

Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile, Baraka, Shang Tsung, Rain

Warnings: Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Characters, Mentions Of Multiple Kinks, Smut, 18+

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Requests Are Open

I had to do this for all of us Doms out there. Some of these are spicier than others.

Hair Pulling/Objectification

Liu Kang likes to be reduced to nothing more than a toy for you to use as you see fit. He lives to serve you and wants you to use his body in any way that brings you pleasure. In his mind, that is his only purpose.

Tell him to lie still as you ride his abs or hump into his thigh completely ignoring his aching dick. He releases a moan as you play with his nipples, shocks of pleasure going straight to his dick with each tug and twist.

Pull his hair and his eyes roll back in pleasure, begging you to let him cum. Tighten your grip as you remind him that he is just a toy to be used for your amusement and pleasure and that if and when he cums, it will be after you have had your fill of playing with him.

Spanking/Cock Ring

Raiden craves giving you control over his orgasm. He loves the feeling of the cock ring you placed on him being nice and snug around his dick, a constant reminder that he can’t cum unless you let him. He will do anything to earn it.

Raiden usually follows the rules. It’s only when he gets the need to be thrown over your lap and spanked that he acts out. You don’t let him down during these times, giving him exactly what he wants. He smiles as he feels the first strike of your palm make contact with his plump cheeks.

Make him count the spanks out loud with the threat of starting over if he messes up. Of course, he’ll mess up on purpose just to prolong the “punishment”. By the end, he is a moaning mess as he humps your thighs asking if he can cum. You grant him permission while you remove the cock ring and give him one final blow. He’s cumming on a shout, making a mess between your thighs.

Rimming/Anal

Kung Lao is never more turned on than he is when you have your tongue swiping against his rim. It’s so intimate and he feels so connected to you when you are pleasuring him this way. Your mouth feels heavenly as you kiss and lick at his entrance.

Kung Lao lets out a whiny moan as you pour lube directly onto his hole. His breath catches as you circle him with your finger before applying pressure and it slips in with ease. Drive him crazy by slowly working him open until he is begging you to pound him into the mattress.

Spear him on your dick (real or strap) and go to town. He likes it hard and fast. Kung Lao will wrap his legs around your hips to pull you in deeper. Angle up and hit his prostate again and again and he’s almost crying, begging you to let him cum.

Praise/Oral (Giving)

Johnny Cage lives off of your praise. There is nothing that drives him more than you telling him how good he is being or how well he is doing. He constantly wants to prove to you that he is the best partner and deserving of your love.

One of the ways he does this is by giving you the best head of your life. Johnny would stay in between your legs forever if you only asked him to. There is no part of you that he doesn’t want in his mouth, front or back it doesn’t matter.

Using his mouth to draw moan after moan from you is the best kind of praise. He loves knowing that he is bringing you this much pleasure. Johnny would prefer if you sat on his face (once again, whether he is eating front or back he wants it all). He wants to be smothered by you as you use him to get off.

Shibari/Temperature Play

Kenshi Takahashi is a rope bunny through and through. He loves to be tied up in intricate designs. He finds the feeling of the rope rubbing against his skin and holding him in whatever position you desire comforting.

While he is tied up, run ice cubes over his skin and watch as he shivers both from the cold and the pleasure. Light a candle and drip hot wax over his abs and thighs. Decorate him any way you want, he is your canvas.

Have two mugs, one filled with cold water and the other with warm water. Take a big drag from one and hold the water in your mouth as you perform oral on him. Switch between warm and cold and he will be cumming in no time from the swiftly changing temperatures engulfing his dick.

Edging/Exhibitionism

Kitana loves the thrill of almost being caught. You and her will fool around in dark hallways of the palace, against a tree in the garden, anywhere that someone could possibly pass by and see if they looked hard enough.

Sit next to her at dinner and slip your hand into her panties. Circle her clit as you watch her try to keep up the conversation with the guests without faltering. Bring her close to the edge time and time again until she is sitting in a pool of her own excitement.

Lean over and whisper into her ear that she can cum only if she does it while keeping eye contact with one of the guests. Watch as she looks at Johnny and he stares back with a look of confusion. His eyes go back and forth between you two and then he smirks with realization. His knowing smirk pushes Kitana over the edge and she cums, drenching your hand.

Bondage/Toys

Mileena loves it when you tie her up, rendering her completely at your mercy. Tease her by rubbing your hands all over her body, but never the area she wants you most. Switch between a feather and a pastry wheel to lightly run over her skin increasing her sensitivity.

Mileena loves it when you use toys on her while she is tied up. Put nipple clamps on her and tug on them. Stuff a vibrator into her snuggly against her G-spot and have fun playing with the intensity. Turn it all the way up and she is pulling against the rope as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Go back to the lowest setting and work her up slowly, spending a least five minutes on each level. She will be a whimpering mess, telling you that she has been a good girl and deserves to cum. She’s right, turn it on high and grant her wish.

Oral (Receiving)/Overstimulation

Tanya loves it when you go down on her. She feels as though it's the greatest sign of trust and vulnerability to present her body for you to ravage. Laying there as you take what you want and leave her breathless.

The feeling of your tongue circling her clit and then flattening as you rub it up and down relentlessly has her back bowing and toes curling. She cries out as you add three fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out at a fast pace. She’s cumming before she knows it, head thrown back and mouth open on a silent scream.

She actually screams when you continue your ministrations, body shaking in overstimulation. She loves nothing more than you gripping her hips and forcing her to stay still. She can do nothing but lie there and take it with no way of escape.

Forced Submission/Degradation

Bi-Han desires to be broken and put into his place. As Grandmaster, he is used to people following his every command and giving him the utmost respect. He wants to submit to you but feels like his submission is something you have to earn.

He loves it when his partner overpowers him, but trust that he won’t go down without a fight. He truly is the brat of all brats. Tie him up and tease him for over an hour and he’ll be putty in your hands willing to do anything in order for you to let him cum.

Ask him what the Lin Kuei would think of him if they saw their leader begging to cum like the pathetic whore he is and watch as his dick twitches and leaks pre cum. Make him wait to cum until he has proved himself useful by pleasuring you. He would do anything you tell him to as long as he gets his reward at the end of it.

Choking/Masochism

Kuai Liang goes weak in the knees when you are rough with him. Push him against the wall, shove him to his knees, slap him. He welcomes it all. It only makes his dick throb and leak pre cum into his pants. He wants you to do him and do him hard.

Wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze and he’s almost cumming on the spot. His eyes roll back in pleasure as he struggles to get air into his lungs. Pinch and twist his nipples and his back is arching as he moans loudly. There is nothing better to him than the mix of pain and pleasure.

He loves it when you roughly jerk him off, not bothering to use any lube. It’s okay because he will be dripping pre cum soon enough. Squeeze his balls tightly in your fist. Suck him into your mouth without mercy. Be careful if you decide to use your teeth, he’ll cum without warning down your throat.

Thigh Riding/Dry Humping

Tomas adores when you let him sit in your lap, fully clothed, and grind into your thigh. There is just something about the way it makes him feel like a needy little boy who can’t be bothered to get undressed, to properly use his dick that he just can’t get enough of.

He lets out a needy groan as you stare at him with nothing but love, as you run your hands up and down his sides. The feeling of his dick rubbing against the fabric of his pants has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Grip his hips and force him to go faster and rub harder against your thigh and his moans won’t stop. He won’t stop telling you how good you make him feel and how lucky he is to be able to ride your thigh like this. Ask him if he is going to make a mess for you in his pants and all he can do is bite his lip and nod as he cums over your thigh.

Somnophilia/Edging

Syzoth loves letting his partner have access to him at any time of the day. That is why he is perfectly fine if you slip into bed and play with him while he is peacefully sleeping. Nothing brings him more joy than to be useful to his partner whenever they are in the mood.

He moans as he wakes up with his dick in your mouth, sucking him down skillfully. He is already close to an orgasm from all the stimulation you gave him while he was asleep. But of course, you don’t want things to end so soon, so you pull back.

Syzoth falls more in love with you as you tease him, bringing him to the edge and back down, again and again. He smiles to himself as you ignore his begging to let him cum, he doesn’t want you to. Not until he is a drooling mess.

Overstimulation/Cum Play

Baraka isn’t satisfied unless you’ve forced at least five orgasms out of him. Lying there, covered in a layer of sweat as you tug on his overused cock makes him happier as can be. His back arches as another orgasm hits him, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He begs you not to stop even now. He pleads with you to give him another. Who are you to deny him when he begs so prettily? He growls at the sting of pins and needles in his dick as you continue pumping him, twisting your fist around his tip on every upstroke.

Run your hand over his abs and collect the cum pulling there. Let him swirl his tongue around your fingers, cleaning them from every last drop. Baraka can’t stop his body from twitching as you make this orgasm count by speeding up your strokes to an almost inhuman level. He howls, back bending almost painfully as cum shoots out of his now numb cock. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dumbification/Humiliation

Shang Tsung loves to be broken down into nothing but a dumb, stuttering mess who can only focus on one thing, cumming. He doesn’t want to think about how to gain power or raise his position in the world, no. All he wants to think about is the pleasure you bring him.

Call him a dumb slut as you force him to reach his climax by humping against your leg like a dog. He watches as you stand over him, staring down at him with your arms crossed over your chest. He clutches onto your thigh as he grinds his dick onto your shoe.

He only goes faster, moaning as you call him a pathetic whore, no worst than a dog in heat for getting off to humping your leg. He loves it even more when you make him repeat it, humiliating himself. Spit on his face and he’s cumming harder than he ever has.

Omorashi/Watersports (I know, fight me)

Zeffeero loves the feeling of being driven to the point of desperation. There is nowhere he would rather be than sitting between your legs being encouraged by you to drink yet another glass of water while you massage his lower belly, telling him how good he is for holding on this long.

The beautiful sounds he makes as his stomach starts to cramp, begging him to release the contents of his bladder. But he won’t, not until you tell him to. He feels light-headed as he rests against your front, one of your hands rubbing his stomach, pressing into his bladder and the other shoved down his pants stroking his throbbing dick. His whimpers of, “Please,” become louder as each pass of your hand brings him closer to his climax. You finally, finally tell him to let go and all he can do is moan as his pants are drenched in a combination of his urine and cum. Let him lick your fingers clean, he’s earned it.

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gojos-thot-patrol · 9 months

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HII!!! and happy birthday to you ♡♡ i love ur works sm, for ur special birthday event, could i request — ryomen sukuna, mean, " i love you, and you don't deserve that " ?? AGAIN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND HAVE THE BEST YEAR!! (｡>﹏<｡) feel free to change it up! you're the birthday author afterall<3

AHH these are late, but in my defense I got very drunk then had to work off the hang over lol.

that being said, thank you so much Nonny!! This is so sweet and I feel kinda bad because this one got pretty dark. Trigger warnings for Domestic abuse, non con/dub con implied, emotional abuse and manipulation, and yandere themes. you have been warned, Dead Dove, Do Not Eat.

Now Presenting...

Starring: An cold complicated Ryomen Sukuna, taking it out on a Reader that doesn't deserve it.

There were few things on this earth Sukuna found more vile than humans. Maggots, maybe, but at least maggots served a purpose- they were important to the nutrient cycling of many ecosystems. But what the fuck did human do? They destroyed with reckless abandon, conquered without a second thought, and bread like roaches to continue the destruction long after they were gone. They were creatures of hate. And maybe that’s why Sukuna couldn’t stand them. They were just a little too much like him.

That was all with one exception. Y/n was a human that challenged every thought he had about humans. She was kind and generous, but still not afraid to get her hands dirty for what she believed. She proved that much when she ran out to stop him from destroying some elders home of all fucking things. He didn’t know what was funnier, that she thought she could challenge him, with her meek frame and zero battle experience, or the look on her face when he threw her over his shoulder.

He had planned to throw her to his hoard of underling curses and let them tear her limb from limb. A fitting punishment he thought, she wasn’t really worth his effort. When he got to the throne room, he looked down at the writhing mass of curses below the tall platform his throne sat upon. He watched them all move as one, entangled together in a breathing wet sea of shit and hunger. They needed to eat.

And then he looked at her. The way she clung to his arm, the genuine terror in her eyes. She didn’t look like she had before on the battlefield, so willing to give her life to save another. Now she looked as if her entire being was made of ice and terror, as if she’d shatter if the breeze blew the wrong way. He felt a tightness in his chest, like some otherworldly being was pulling the sinew that laid there apart, cord by cord. And he threw her into his sleeping quarters instead.

And ever since that day all those months ago, Sukuna had been complicated. A fucking human complicated him, it was almost comical. He caught himself being vulnerable around her, and he coludn’t fucking stand it. For every quiet sweet moment they had, he had to double down with two or more acts of brutality to make himself feel better. Except, it never made him feel any fucking better, in fact it made him feel actively fucking worse. The betrayal and hurt behind your eyes always made him feel minuscule, and it only made his hate of you burn even brighter.

It was moments like these that made his skin crawl. When your head was resting on his chest, arms wrapped around your body as best as they could be, legs still trembling in the aftermath of your shared sin. When he realized his heart was calm, and his claws didn’t crave blood in your presence. His reaction to comfort was always visceral anger.

“Get off of me wench.” He growled, jerking his shoulder up and launching you out of your near sleep state. You looked so hurt.

“Oh, this again?” You muttered.

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Whore?” Sukuna scoffed, unable to believe you felt comfortable enough to talk to him with such a tongue.

“Nothing.” You sighed, shaking your head and trying to turn away from him. You didn’t get very far before his talons were digging into your shoulder, forcing you to face him again.

“No no, If you’re going to say something, say it. Don’t try to take the cowardly way out now.” He warned. You shook your head, knowing better than to make eye contact right now.

“I just don’t want to fight-”

“Oh, you think this is a fight?” He laughed, “that would almost be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.We don't fight Y/n. You forget your place, and I remind you of it. Fighting implies you to be my equal, which you never will be.” he said, his voice dripping in condescension and laced with contempt. His poison shot straight into your heart, coursing through your blood and to your tongue. You were so tired of his bull shit.

“Oh, really?! Is that what happens?!” You laughed back to keep from crying, “Because from my view, You realize you have a heart and get so scared of it, you have to hurt someone smaller than you to feel like a man aga-!” Yea, you weren’t shocked when he struck you. You held your face, knowing there would be a bruise you could take fingerprints off of forming. You’d long since become used to his treatment. He grabbed you by your hair, yanking you to look at him. You could feel individual follicles being pulled from their roots as he raised you off the bed, as he drank in your scream as if it was the finest of wine.

“Listen here Brat,” Ryomen always had a way of making even the most mundane words cut into your soul, “You’d do well to remember who the fuck you are talking to when you speak to me. I am not your friend, I am not your lover, you are fucking nothing to me. You’re less than nothing to me. Wrong me a-fucking-gain and your villiage won’t stop finding pieces of your body.” He snarled, throwing you off the bed.

You braced for impact, but that still didn’t stop the collision from sending sharp waves of anguish through your already bruised ribs. You took in a sharp breath and tried to keep the tears swelling in your eyes from spilling over. He wanted you to cry. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction. You got to your hands and knees as quickly as your body would let you, then sat up as best as you could.

“Do you know what your problem is Sukuna?” You mumbled from the floor. He raised an eyebrow at you, genuinely shocked you had more to say after that. Normally, physical violence shut you up pretty quick.

“And what is that Y/n?” He asked. You took an edge breath in.

“Your problem is that you don’t want to keep being a warlord. You’re tired of it, it bores you, you want to do something else. You found something that only makes that feeling stronger. And you can’t stand it! Because you don’t know who you are. You have no idea who Ryomen Sukuna is without the power and the blood thirst, and that fucking terrifies you.” Sukuna didn’t even argue, and he wasn’t surprised you read him so clearly. You had always seen through him as if he was nothing more than a fragile bubble.

“And do you know what my problem is?” You growled. You waited all of 3 seconds before responding to his silence, “My problem is that I love you. And you don’t deserve that.” A chuckle left Sukuna, but it was humorless. His eyes didn’t hold any anger or angst, he looked as if he was made of stone. He finally got up from the bed, and moved to you. He crouched down to be at your level.

“Things are only going to get worse for you from here on out. I hope you're prepared.” he said, zero emotion making its way to his voice or eyes. He pushed you onto your back before standing up again and leaving the room. Once he was back in his own sleeping quarters, he punched a hole in his wall.

How fucking dare you tell him you loved him! Who the fuck did you think you were?! And why the fuck would you confess that after he threw you to the fucking ground? As if you were nothing more than a used cum rag! He roared as he ripped some random piece of art off the wall and smashed it against the floor, splintering the wooden frame. Your words kept echoing in his head, phantoms that wouldn’t let him rest. I love you, and you don’t deserve it.It made him sick. Because he didn’t deserve it. And because he loved you too, and you truly didn’t deserve that.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #yandere sukuna #true form sukuna #tw: toxic behavior #tw: toxic relationships #tw abuse #dead dove do not eat #sukuna angst #sukuna x reader angst #nobody likes you when you're 23

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veritasss5 · 10 months

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10 advice that you need right now. | pick a card.

Disclaimer: this is a GENERAL READING, take what it resonates and leave behind what doesn’t. This is for fun and should never be taken seriously. This is for entertainment purposes. It is just for helping you to have a general idea about your situation. If it does help you fine I am very happy about it, if not then I am sorry that it wasn’t for you and move on.

Take a moment to relax your mind and choose with your intuition.

(All the art is found on pinterest, if you know the artists please comment their name so I can credit them)

Pile two art is from weibo @/咸鱼中下游

Pile 1 → Pile 2 → Pile 3

Pile 1

1. be happy and content with the things that you have right now. Some experiences happen once and not twice.

2. enjoy your time with friends, family, your lover, anyone that is welcoming you and accept you for who you are. Those moments are golden and they will be a warm memory for your future to remember.

3. clean your room. Having a clean and tidy space can help you to improve your mood. Cleaning your stuff can help you to find stuff to declutter that doesn’t serve you anymore.

4. compassion and kindness can be rewarding for you. Don’t let negative situations affect you, be always kind and compassionate to the right people. You just gave to the wrong people up until now.

5. you deserve a break and vacation. It’s time to visit somewhere that has water like rivers, lakes, ocean, etc.

6. you deserve to be free. Your freedom is one of your rights that can’t be sacrificed.

7. eat more fish. It gives you nutrients to feel energetic, and may boost your brain health.

8. time to look to the future and stop looking at the past. The future is now, the past is gone.

9. you have the right to feel your emotions without guilt. You can cry, be angry and shout. You are human, it’s fine to not be perfect.

10. fill your cup. A cup filled with pure intentions and emotions can help you to welcome the right people that will accept your offer. Be mindful to whom you give your time and energy.

Pile 2

1. choose one goal to focus on. Don’t try to get everything at once. Step by step. All things have their own time.

2. don’t overspend on things that can’t be useful for you. It’s time to spend and invest on things that can help you and have your best interest for your better future.

3. save money. Don’t compare yourself to the people that can’t be compared with.

4. dream big, but go catch on to your dream. Daydreaming and doing nothing can’t help you to achieve your greatness.

5. make your life interesting and aesthetically pleasing to motivate you. Yes, you have something interesting about your life, don’t say no.

6. leave behind everything that is harming you or stopping you to elevate yourself.

7. moon can be very significant for you. Cold night can be significant for you as a metaphor or literally.

8. you don’t need to talk and declare to people what you are going to do. Just do it in silence.

9. right now you have the power to be independent and leave everything behind you to start over from zero.

10. you are able to achieve anything that you desire, just believe in yourself and bet everything on you. You are the best investment.

Pile 3

1. someone betrayed you or disappointed your expectations. Don’t let this slip. Confront them. Better now than later.

2. misunderstandings will be bigger if you don’t clear them as soon as possible. It will look like you are searching for excuses if you don’t address them.

3. bad experience will help you to grow and let you be more mindful and careful of who you confide in and talk with.

4. don’t let bad experiences affect your future. It happened once. Alright, make sure to not fall for the same mistake. But remember there are still people out there that are worthy of your trust.

5. it is time to let go of toxic and negative thoughts and habits. Bad habits create a toxic cycle where it will be harder to break the longer you engage with.

6. you are someone powerful and beautiful. You need to find out your power.

7. there are lessons that will teach you to be confident and strong. Some situations happen because they want you to become better, not to harm you or curse you.

8. you are destined to be independent, charismatic and strong. Someone that can draw people’s attention with your charm and skills.

9. you are very very interesting to know, stop saying otherwise. Be proud of yourself and what you have achieved currently, small or big doesn’t make any difference.

10. trust your gut feelings, they are hardly wrong. Your feelings are valid to be listened to. Let the people hear your voice and see how strong you actually are.

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lanaslovelyletters · 3 months

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 ²

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

Anakin x Princess!Reader

Part 2

Previous chapter: Part 1

Overall series warning: 18+ content (smut), mature themes, swearing

Warnings: none

Last chapter recap: “Then what is it you want?” Your confused little doll's face made him want to laugh. It was cute just how clueless and pathetic you were in this situation. You were a princess, were you not? With power in the back of her hand? A slight smirk smeared across his face before he leaned closer. His breath hit your ear and your neck as he spoke, “I want you.” The tone fell octaves deep, cold, and dull. Who the hell was this man?

Summary: You were thrown into a foreign room with nothing to do but wait for the inevitable… the Sith Lord with that smooth voice.

Word Count: 1.3K+

Author’s note: Thank you all so much for the support so far, I didn’t think this would latch on so quickly. I’m so grateful to all of you<3

Taglist: @blackthorngirl @formula1mount @bby-imasociopath @anakinsbaee @darthgloris

Your lips parted in slight shock. This cold and heartless monster of a man… wanted you? Was being a Sith Lord not enough for him? Your body was frozen, but your mind was racing as if it was in a pod race. The same ones you used to attend on Tatooine when you were younger.

“You mean to tell me you want… me?” You tried not to sound scared and weak, though you knew you weren't really in any position to act all high and mighty. He didn’t reply. He simply pulled away, but as he was about to walk out of the cell, you grabbed him. It was a split-second, possibly dangerously dumb idea, but it happened.

“You’re brave, princess.” He turned around with a scowl smeared across his face.

“I want answers.” You crossed your hands across your chest. It was easy to figure out by now, that he wouldn’t necessarily kill you under any circumstances. Not if he needed you. He could be inclined to hurt you, but that was a different deal entirely.

“—and I want you to remember me, but we can’t all have what we want.” His eyes were fixated on you. They peered deep into your own. It was as if he was searching for something in that little soul of yours.

“Seems we’ve gotten ourselves stuck in a paradox.” You said and had your lips form a straight line before speaking again,

“You see, I won’t remember you until you give me answers, but you refuse to give me any, so how am I supposed to know who you really are… besides a ruthless Sith Lord, whose only purpose in life is slaving around for the dark side.” You retorted with a scoff. It was bold. Too bold, it seemed, as he immediately grabbed you by your throat and pinned you against the cold and unforgiving wall.

“You test my patience, your highness.” He whispered close to your face, his breath; hot on your skin.

“You realize you have zero control here, right? You are completely at my mercy.” He stared you down with flared nostrils and heavy breathing before pulling away and walking out the door. Shortly after, two troopers locked their arms around the set of yours and dragged you.

“Let go of me.” You spat and struggled against their grasp,

“I can walk for myself!”

“You can also escape, your highness.” Said one of them. His voice was gruff and it felt like a snake was coiling up your spine.

They managed to drag you all the way to a plush room with a proper bed and even a desk with a small lamp. It was a simple layout, far inferior to your own bedroom, but it was better than having your back give out prematurely from a rock-hard block.

“Lord Vader will be back soon.” They threw you on the floor with no regard for your safety, waltzed out, and locked the door. You got up with a groan and dusted off your dress.

The dark side was clearly not messing around. Even with a royal status, nobody cared. Not that they had any reason to, anyway. They served the galactic empire. Bowing down to royalty wasn’t exactly on their bingo card.

You’d been left alone to wither and gather dust. Was this their shtick? Leaving their captives to sit and stare into a blank wall for hours on end? It took several before you finally heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the door to the room. You quickly collected and readied for what was to come.

The door clicked and in he walked. His stride was fierce and confident, and every bit cold. Maker, he was mesmerizing. It wasn’t just the face of a fallen angel, it was the face of something so familiar. It drove you insane to not recognize it.

“You will stay in this room and you will not leave, understood?” His brows were furrowed and his lips were pursed.

“If I leave?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. That clearly set him off. You watched as his eyes turned a bright yellow for a second, before going back to their usual velvety blue.

“You are frankly starting to test my patience, princess.” He grabbed your forearm roughly and pulled you close to him. Something within you clenched. It was your heart. The fear engulfed it like a vice, squeezing every beat into a suffocating silence.

“You won’t kill me.” Your voice was hushed and shaky, but you tried not to make the dread apparent.

“I can certainly hurt you. It is my vocation.” You were supposed to be intimidated by him, but my, his voice was to die for. You refreshed your mind with a quick reality check. He was handsome. But not handsome enough to sway your mind. You wanted answers.

“Why do you need me anyway?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“Well, I certainly do if I’m required to remember your face.” You scrunched your nose at him and pulled away. He squinted his eyes in frustration as he let out an exasperated sigh.

He seemed conflicted. As if he wanted to tell you, but couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“Just… don’t even try to escape. You’re stranded on this space station either way. You have no means of doing so.” He stepped back and walked to the desk in the corner of the room.

“Can’t you just tell me the truth? You’re the reason we keep going in circles. If you just—“ He didn’t turn around, he just interrupted you abruptly,

“Ever attended a pod race?” Pod race… memories of your father screaming at the big screens and having bets with Jabba doused your mind. You used to hang around a boy back then. Every year. Without fail. He was a sweet boy. Anakin was his name. Anakin Skywalker. He always stood by your side, as your father would push you off to the side to mingle amongst the elites.

“I have… quite a few, actually…. Why?” Your head was tilted to the side as you slowly made your way towards him. When you got close enough, he turned around to face you,

“Just out of curiosity, sweetheart.” You frowned at the nickname.

“I stopped going after a while. My father still went every year though. As king, he’s got a lot of connections… so…”

“Yeah, I remember your father. Arrogant fellow.” He scoffed and carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t keel over at the gesture, but it still felt repulsive. He was a Sith Lord. Stone-cold and ruthless.

“You know my father personally?” You slapped his hand away from your face and took a step back. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed deeply,

“I killed him. He’s dead.” Threateningly, he moved towards you with heavy steps. Your eyes darted up and down his form, as he backed you up against the wall behind you.

His hands trapped you, touching down on the wall on either side of your head. His jaw was clenched and his eyes had turned that same yellow it had earlier. He was… frightening.

“It’s been my personal goal to wipe out your family for a while now, Princess. Now that it’s finally done, I would like it if you didn’t ask so many questions.” His breaths were hot and heavy, but it smelled amazing. Mint fresh. No, it didn’t. It was disgusting. He was a Sith.

“My handmaidens… what became of them?” You finally succumbed to your ancestors' conditioning to recognize dangerous situations and fear them. Your body trembled as your voice tried its best to sound solid.

The dark lord completely ignored your question, letting himself calm down before backing off and walking towards the door. Before he left, he got a final word in,

“We’re to wed in a week. You’ll stay here until then.” What..?

To be continued…

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untalentedfreak · 2 months

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You are a worthless bitchass little bird. Your life, literally, is as valuable as a summer ant. I’m just gonna stomp you, you’re gonna keep coming back, I’m gonna seal up all my cracks. You’re gonna keep coming back, why? Cause you keep smelling the mommy, you worthless bitchass bird. You’re gonna stay under my tits until you die. You serve no purpose in life, your purpose in life is to be in the cabin sucking on my cooch, daily. Your purpose is to be in *that* basement pecking a clit daily. Your life is *nothing*, you serve *zero* purpose!..

and give somebody else a piece of that oxygen in the ozone layer, that’s covered up so we can breathe inside this trapped construct. What are you here for, to defy me? Slay yourself! I mean that with a 100% with a 1000%!

#slay the princess #shitpost #ltg #stp tower

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juneisafantasyaddict · 1 year

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The writers of the SaB show seem to be pulling the exact same shit that lb did in the books. because there’s no way they think ignoring everything the grisha have been forced to endure, pretending that the darkling is the beginning and end of their issues and ravka’s, making sure alina never understands what she’s actually fighting for, etc is going to do anything except make me root for the darkling even more.

The entire second season gives me flashbacks to that insane trilogy because somehow they managed to be even worse than the books. they have alina telling the darkling that he doesn’t understand sacrifice?? really??? a man who has spent centuries of his life fighting for the betterment of his people doesn’t understand sacrifice?? the person who literally made protecting grisha his life goal doesn’t understand sacrifice??? does alina realize that the only reason she wasn’t killed the moment she was discovered was because of him?? because of the work he has done??

They had time for baghra to tell stories about her crazy family and how she killed her sister, but there was no time for her to say “this is what life was like before my son decided he was going to make it better for our kind?” if anything, they just pissed me off more because how the fuck is it possible that they are pretending the biggest issue they have is the darkling?? not the monarchy that has exploited grisha and ravka, not the fjerdans who hunt and kill grisha, not shu han who experiments on them??

Sigh, I can’t even write out my thoughts coherently because I’m so irritated by pretty much everything that happened this season. I’m irritated that instead of telling a complex story, we got this dumbed down garbage that tells us nothing, accomplishes nothing beyond “guy in black is bad.” the narrative condemns him for using merzost because he was so desperate to save his people, he tried forbidden magic, but 20 seconds later the hero is using that same forbidden power to bring her boyfriend back to life??? With zero repercussions?? I want to scream!!

If the narrative is so sure they are right, if they are so sure the darkling is wrong about everything, then why are they so afraid to expose the hero to the suffering of her people?? Let her see what they have to deal with, let her truly understand then. She has been a grisha for less than a year, and somehow she knows what’s best for them?? She doesn’t even know them. The show writers literally spent this season making her chase Mal around. Look what happened when they were going after the seawhip, two people died because she didn’t want to kill it, but they moment it went after Mal, suddenly killing it was ok. Her side of the war got attacked and instead of checking to make sure everyone was ok, including her friend’s brother who was literally about to lose his arm, she was screaming about Mal. You want to tell me about sacrifice?? She only cared about one person, and he was perfectly fine at the end. What does she know about sacrifice?? Why oh why is this fucking story just so determined to make her make all the worst possible decisions??

Incase you haven’t noticed, I haven’t talked about the crows at all, because I hate their presence in this story. They are a distraction!!! The grisha are fighting for their right to exist, Ravka is in the middle of a civil war, I do not have the time to follow the shenanigans of a group of criminals from a different country. I still don’t understand their purpose in this story, except comic relief?? 🤦🏽‍♀️

I love Alina, I really do, but jfc you cannot girl boss your way out of real solutions. They have her basically serving the monarchy and the whole time I kept thinking, if I were grisha, I wouldn’t follow her. She’s the leader of the second army but she’s wearing a first army uniform, she’s more interested in protecting the Lanstov throne than she is in protecting her people. She’s so blinded by everyone saying “the darkling is bad, the fold needs to go” she’s not stopping to say “what happens when the fold is gone?” “What happens after the war?” Because surely, she isn’t naive enough to think the people who started killing grisha as soon as they thought the darkling was gone are going to live peacefully with them now?? It took 2 seconds after the darkling died for Fjerda to send an assassin on jurda parem into ravka. Now that there’s no fold to stop them, what will stop Fjerda or Shu Han from sending an army?? Ignoring everything else the crows did, Kaz was right when he said “when they stop looking at her with gratitude, they’ll start to wonder if she hasn’t overstayed her welcome.” Which is basically what Aleksander kept saying btw, they are not going to love you for long, they are going to hate you eventually because they are afraid of what they don’t understand.

I don’t even know what the point of this was, but yeah, I guess it was a rant about how Fucking ridiculous season 2 of shadow and bone was.

#darklina #alina starkov #shadow and bone #aleksander morozova #the darkling #sab s2 spoilers #sab s2 #everyone involved in the writing of this story should have their head checked

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thatonegirl322 · 4 months

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I'm literally so sick right now I'm gonna bust, any way here's a little y/n with dio moment

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" Darling~"

Y/n slowly walks over to Dio laying gay-ly on her bed. Every step she takes she could feel her soul slowly leaving her body. She groans as she asks Dio what's wrong.

" What do you want you hooker?"

He smirks at her.

" Do you have any wine bottles dear?"

" No, I have apple juice and lemonade, or maybe that's Abbacchio's piss I didn't check the bootle yet"

He hums in disappointment.

" Why do indulge in such childish drinks?"

" First of all, speak modern English please, Second of all I like them, that's why"

He snickers

" I'll just ask Pucci to get me some wine then"

" Ask pussy to get me some snacks too please" Y/n says as she walks out the room.

But before Y/n steps out the room she hears a page turn, but Y/n knows what he's reading all too well. She stops.

Judging by the how fast he read that single page and the how the page sounded when he turned it-

You're probably wondering how Y/n activated her three braincells, well that's because it's the only she really cares about.

Y/n runs torwards Dio at the speed of light. She menacingly leans over Dio.

" Whatcha' reading there pal?"

Dio keeps his eyes on the yaoi manga.

" A book I found under your bed dear"

Thank god it's a slow burn or else he would have been scared

Y/n holds her hand out

" GIVE- give it please"

He saves the page he was on and looks at Y/n with a fake pout.

" But I really liked it, so I'm gonna keep reading it~"

Y/n backs up and looks at the floor of her bedroom for a little bit with a shadow covering half of her face. She slowly looks up at Dio, but he just raises his eyebrow at her wondering what she's going to do.

"Your life literally is as valuable as a summer ant. I'm just gonna stomp you, you're gonna keep coming back, I'm gonna seal up all my cracks, you're gonna keep coming back, why? Cause you keep smelling the syrup, you worthless bitchass whore! You're gonna stay on my dick until you die. You serve no purpose in life, your purpose in life is to be in my room sucking on my dick daily. Your purpose in life is to be in this house blowing a dick daily. Your life is nothing, you serve ZERO purpose. You should kill yourself, NOW! And give somebody else a piece of that oxygen and ozone layer that's covered up so we can breathe inside this blue trapped bubble. Cause what are you here for? To worship me? Kill yourself! I mean that with a hundred percent with a thousand percent!"

Y/n quickly grabs the manga and runs away as she chuckles to her self.

Dio isn't fazed by this at all infact he's used to this by now. He sighs and grabs Y/n bed sheets.

" One day I'm going to make you mine and then I can do anything I want to you my dear~"

Anyway don't forget to make requests if you want me to write something. Love you ♡.

#my writing #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo no kimyou na bouken #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #obsession #yandere jjba imagines #yandere memes #yanderecore #yandere jojo

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leyleythecannibal · 5 months

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*Julia picks up the phone* H-hell-

Your life is nothing

Huh?

You serve zero purpose

Who is th-

You should kill yourself NOW

#the coffin of andy and leyley #coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #low tier god

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puppy-loverboy · 1 month

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Dear killer cupid,

YOUR LIFE MEANS NOTHING

YOU SERVE ZERO PURPOSE

YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF NOW!!!

Sincerely,

Juno valentine

#killer cupid typing #i GUESS

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donnyclaws · 9 months

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I'm gonna be real I have no clue how I'd ever post Tiger crawl home, it's so atypical compared to the way I write now. Like new stories I'm so clearheaded about what parts characters serve in the narrative, I know what I want to say, even if it's something more freeform like my stuff with Leopard which is contained and has a purpose in my mind. Tiger Crawl home as a story and not just a headworld exists as years of script like snippets I can't post without feeling like I'm having a public vivisection. Like it's easy to write complex characters when you are Writing them with purpose.

Tiger Crawl home isn't like that, these guys are like an insane pseudo mirror of my life via the way of untreated mega mental illness and schemas and abused kid delusions ages 14 to 22. Like this is the kind of story that I feel like can only exist in some weird 62 hour long visual novel with zero payoff but it alters your life somehow. Saying it has arcs is generous, I will write 8 page half script half summaries about how Damian is avoidant of homes and owns virtually nothing, how they choose concrete basements to rest in because it reminds them of cages, and it's a reason to never become comfortable, and why, and how, and how it changes over time but stays the same and how it effects those around you to come and go like a stray cat, hissing, disappearing and purring and staying in the same breath. Obviously I'm being so self indulgent in combining all my passions in clothing, design, themes and creatures in here, I put plenty in here just because I think it's cool and fun but the writing itself only exists as like agonizingly slow crawls through suicide attempts and relationship dynamics that might not ever get to a truly healthy and clean place. It means the world to me, I don't know how to actually show it raw to anyone though.

#anyway i'm not going to force it out of me or anything. i;m content just showing off my headguys as dolls and studying them and dissecting #them in my private mind #it's not going to be very formal whatever way i choose to release it #ermm. it's why i respect things like higurashi so much.#the idea of such a fleshed out setting with such rich complex characters and dynamics #being shown through like. soft timelines that let you see every side of these conflicts is incredible #and obviously higurashi is noteably long haha #like it's a story. of course it's a story. but i think i'm inclined to do a similar thing where the value comes from familiarizing #yourself so so deeply with characters and their circumstances and every micro detail as to how they were #shaped into what they are now and how do you go forward in bad environments that you've had no choice but to grow used to #i don't think it's a story i could have decided to write on purpose if i hadn't built it up the way i have in response to my own life

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balkanradfem · 1 year

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It's telling how much of this culture relies on peer pressure controlling women. If doing any of this was natural, there would be zero peer pressure needed. There would be no pressure to look pretty, or to get married, or have children, or to serve husbands, nobody would be invested in women doing any of it, because there would be no need! Women would do it naturally if they wanted to.

But there's immense pressure and shaming and direct consequences for women if they don't do it. Endless commercials making you despise every part of your body that does not conform to the fantasy that has nothing to do with who you are. Endless relatives asking 'when, when, when are you going to do it?' and if you don't plan to do it at all, it scars you. They're not going to stop asking. You will never be allowed to go on without explaining yourself, as if you need to justify your own life to someone. If you are trying to do what is asked, and it's going bad, it makes you feel like a failure, like you can't even succeed at this one simple thing everyone is supposed to achieve effortlessly. It's disheartening and painful.

If you are a little indulgent in your own interests and hobbies and they're not whatever is expected of women (they're not servile to a potential husband), you get called out like you're doing something illegal. People condemn you, shame you, ask you why are you not doing something more useful, something that is making someone else happy? Why are you indulging in your own humanity when your purpose is to be useful to someone else?

It's maddening. It's no wonder we feel suffocated and cornered and crazy because we can't be allowed to live any other way than what is carved out for us. To all of these people, we're not human, we're support. We're resources. We're ornaments and trophies and servants and toys and we're constantly told off if we don't fulfill these roles well enough! And even if we do, the prize is to be invisible, or to be exploited and abused endlessly. There is no happiness, there is no fulfillment. It's no wonder we want to do everything and anything to escape. We start hating our own bodies because it feels like, only if we weren't in this material form, then our roles might not be awful, maybe we'd be allowed to be human then. It's soul-crushing. Our bodies have done nothing wrong. We have done nothing wrong.

Why do we experience such insane amount of pressure to fill the roles that crush everything in us? Because it's not natural for us to do it. We're not made for this. If there was no pressure, no threat of punishment, no grooming and no force and punishment, women would not do it. We weren't made for this. We were made to live in freedom. Throughout the entire human history, there was a population of women who fought against it, who did it shamelessly, who did everything in their power to free themselves and others, to give women human rights, to elevate us to the status of someone who has a choice, who can decide to be more than a resource. Those are the women who recognized their nature, and decided it's been enough of pressure, enough of forcing us to forfeit our humanity and our free will in order to be able to survive.

We don't deserve to live a life where we're endlessly reminded that our desires and wants and choices come second to what someone else might want from us. We don't deserve to be drained, chafed and shamed endlessly for wanting freedom from expectations that have never once been set in our favour. Our lives should be respected and never brought into question, especially when our choices are to put ourselves, our happiness, our desires and dreams first.

#societal expectation #harm of sexist stereotypes to women #radical feminism #radfem analysis #pressured into conforming #subtle abuse of womens freedoms

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a-frog-in-a-bog · 3 months

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Hey don't start falling into exclus bullshit.

i'm not "falling into" anything, i've held the belief for years now that while asexuality and aromanticism are real and valid identities, they're not inherently queer (they're not inherently straight either). there's overlap between the ace and queer communities, but it's a venn diagram, not a circle. a cishet ace or aro is still cishet. if you can be gay and ace, you can be straight and ace. this doesn't mean that i hate aces/aros or that i think they shouldn't be allowed in lgbt spaces. yes, i'm aware that 2% of aces face medical discrimination bc of their asexuality, yes, i'm aware that many aces/aros are bullied. both those things suck and i'm sorry they go through them but it's not systemic oppression. while the ace and aro fight is for visibility and awareness (which is important!), the lgbt fight is for legal protection and acceptance, among other things.

i'm a firm believer in prioritizing community over individuality, which is why i think microlabels are unnecessary and redundant. the lgbt community came together over things we have in common with each other-- being discriminated against and oppressed for what gender we love and our gender presentation. it was for survival. the lgbt community is first and foremost a civil rights coalition. not having sex until you know someone or only getting crushes on people after you've formed a connection with them has nothing to do with what gender you love or your gender presentation, and has zero effect on day-to-day life. nobody's getting kicked out of their home or fired for not having casual sex. there are no bills being proposed to ban demiromantics from public bathrooms. what purpose do microlabels serve other than creating another demographic to sell pride merch to? other than promoting the western (and especially american) belief that individualism is more important than community? other than perpetuating the societal importance placed on sex and romance? how is it better or easier or healthier to scrutinize the ins and outs of every aspect of your attraction to find the perfect matching label instead of just recognizing that you need to warm up to someone first, and that's just as normal and common as not needing to know someone at all?

sorry for the long response, but i wanted to make sure i covered everything so you know exactly where i stand👍🏻

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dessarious · 1 year

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What Makes a Family? Pt24

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"So what other side effects should we be expecting?" Marinette watched the Kwami exchange looks before Wayzz spoke.

"We're not entirely sure. It's very rare to find a True Chosen, and the Order didn't like leaving Miraculous in their hands very long. The fact that there's two of you together will probably enhance any that do present." Wonderful.

"It's probably why Cass started purring so quickly." Cass groaned at Plagg's observation, and Mari could only chuckle.

"Hopefully, it'll help us get in sync while transformed. Who knows how well our fighting styles match up?" The fact that Cass had been properly trained in multiple fighting styles while her team just sort of picked things up could cause a lot of headaches.

"If there's video, I can watch that to learn." Right, people actually did that. Going over her old fights didn't serve much purpose for her and her team since, even when they repeated, Akumas tended to have different strategies or powers. It was best not to assume you knew what was coming. But to learn their dynamic, it would greatly benefit Cass.

"That's a great idea. Here." She grabbed her laptop and pulled up the Ladyblog. Despite everything else, Alya still managed to get some of the best footage of the fights. Granted, Marinette was at least eighty percent certain she was having Max and Markov hack into city and private cameras to get it. It made having to detransform during a battle a pain in the ass. She pulled up the most recent fight, figuring it would be better to work backwards as their styles had changed drastically since the beginning.

"That is what you had to work with?" The disgust in Cass' tone as she watched Chat completely destroy one of her plans made her offer a sheepish smile.

"It was complicated." The argument sounded weak, even to her. Cass just offered a hum. As much as she appreciated it...

"You know the error. It does no good pointing it out."

"Fair enough." As she watched Cass, Mari couldn't help but think about the past. There were so many things she wanted to know, and so many things she didn't. "Do you really never laugh?"

"Noise can be dangerous." It was a simple statement of fact, but it was the most depressing thing she'd ever heard. Mari couldn't even imagine a life of silence, but Cass had been forced to it. No laughter, no words, no music... nothing. Just pain. She could picture Cass as a small child, bruised and bleeding, with no one to turn to. She wouldn't have cried or even whimpered, because even then she knew noise was dangerous. Mari felt rage and sadness building and turning into nausea.

"Look out!" Mari dove on instinct. When she looked up, there was an Akuma coming towards her. Because she wasn't pissed off enough. She transformed and captured it, but didn't do anything else. It was highly likely it wouldn't be the last one to come for her tonight, and she didn't see a reason to make Hawkmoth's life any easier by making it obvious what was happening to them. She let her transformation fall and all the Kwami were giving her concerned looks.

"Thanks for the warning, Trixx." The fox Kwami just gave her a strained smile.

"Mari, you might want to... um, shift your focus." Tikki's words were a reminder of the downside of having a Kwami in your head. There was zero privacy. Even if they were right. How she was supposed to do that was the real question. Cass was still in a defensive position, watching the ceiling.

"It'll take him at least half an hour to send another one." Cass shot her a searching look.

"How often?" Mari winced.

"Not as much anymore. It helps that my team and parents all know the truth." Her stress level had gone down drastically since Chloe, Luka, and Kagami found out who she was. Her parents... it kind of replaced one type of stress with another, but it was still better overall. Cass frowned at her for a moment before moving to sit behind her and pull her into a hug.

"Not okay."

"No, it's not. But we'll make it better. What do you think of the rest of my team?" Cass let out a pleased hum.

"Unit." Mari let out an amused huff.

"They might have trouble adjusting to you at first. They've spent so long working around Chat, they won't know what to do with a helpful black cat." That got a low growl. "We'll have to come up with a name for you, and make sure it's said to the press as soon as the battle is over, so some idiotic news personality doesn't stick you with something stupid." Replacing Chat was going to come with a shitstorm of publicity. One more reason she had waited to take his Miraculous. Well, that's what she told herself, anyway.

"You pick." Mari looked back to frown at her, but Cass just raised an eyebrow. "You pick."

"How about Malheur?" That just got another hum. As appropriate as it was, it still hurt. Mari didn't think anything else would be better though, and this, along with Cass' obvious skill once they started fighting, should help keep discontent at the switch to a minimum. "When I talk to the press, just pick a camera and stare it down. It should be unnerving enough to keep the interview short. Especially if you go after the Akuma hard."

"You want me to hurt?" Mari let out an annoyed sigh.

"No, but I want people scared of you. This has been going on too long and I need to do what I can to make Hawkmoth panic. Anything you do, I can fix. Just keep it confined to the Akuma, because they won't remember what happened. Any pain will be gone as soon as I cast my cure. Well, except for Lila, and I'm honestly okay with that at this point."

"Lila?" Oh, right, they hadn't gone into that.

"A liar in my class that I'm almost a hundred percent certain is working with Hawkmoth. You can come to school with me and see what you think." Cass didn't need to be warned about the girl. Her body language was so blatant there was no way she'd miss it. "We should probably go out tomorrow and get you used to your transformation, too. Best not to leave it until we have to fight. Well, hopefully."

Hawkmoth had been sending out more Akumas lately. She wasn't sure if it was desperation or an actual strategy, but she didn't like it. Granted, everything should go faster now that they didn't have to worry about Chat, but she still didn't have the energy to deal with Akumas every day. Especially not if she wanted to maintain her business, and not fail out of school. Mari let out a yawn, and Cass started rubbing soothing circles into her arms.

"I'll be ready."

"I know. I just don't want you to have to learn everything on the fly like I did. You've had enough to deal with." She grabbed one of Cass' hands and started tracing the scars on it. Far, far too many of them.

"Mari." Tikki's voice made her look up to see another Akuma come through the wall. She sighed and did the same as the last one, without getting up. The man was persistent. She'd give him that.

"He can't see?"

"No. He can sense emotions and uses that to guide the Akumas, but he only has a general idea about where they end up, until an actual connection is formed."

"The boys."

"They're safe. I assure you, I'm far more pissed off than any of them at the moment." That caused another thought, and she frowned. "Is there anything I can do to make Damian less antagonistic?" He was her baby brother, and she really didn't want him to hate her.

"Time. Don't back down." She sighed. Not the response she wanted, but that shouldn't surprise her.

"Alfred said our mother contacted Bruce about me." That just got a nod. "Has she ever tried to help you?" Cass didn't answer right away and Mari looked back at her. She had a feeling Cass was trying to come up with a way to say so it wouldn't upset her more. "You don't have to answer. I'm pretty sure I get the gist."

"It's different."

"No, it's fucking not. I don't care if she thinks I'm defenseless and you're not. No child should just be left to suffer on their own. What she did was wrong. When you escaped, it would have been a perfect excuse to bring you here to me, so that you could have the love and care you deserve. She either didn't care enough to monitor you, or didn't care enough to help. That cost us almost ten years apart." Mari felt the sob in her chest before she realized she was crying. It wasn't right, none of it. She could see in her mind the life they should have had. Growing up together. Cass would have been the shy one, while Mari talked non-stop. They would have confused everyone with the way they could communicate without talking. They would have protected each other. Cass wouldn't have been alone.

This time she felt the Akuma on her own. She was tempted to just grab it so she could tell Hawkmoth to go screw himself. If only that were an option. Instead, she did the same as before, but stayed transformed this time.

"If you let me cataclysm the three you have, it will create a backlash strong enough to knock him out for a few days." She focused on Plagg through her tears.

"You're sure?" The Kwami just nodded, and she opened her yo-yo so they could reach inside. She felt the shock of it, and given her flinch, Cass did too. When she detransformed, she huddled back into her sister.

"You should sleep." Mari felt herself flinch. Some part of her was certain this was a dream, and sleeping would make it disappear. Cass tightened her arms. "Won't leave. Promise." Mari felt herself drifting off. She felt Cass humming before she heard it. She didn't think it was at all odd that she was humming the lullaby her Maman had always used to put her to sleep.

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