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maggie4thewin · 5 months

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Can I see everyone's (koopalings,boom,and pom) personality traits (like a bio)

Ooh, okay! Let's see what I can come up with...

Lemmy (7) is very sweet and polite towards everyone he meets. He can be a bit too trusting at times, though. He has no control over what direction his eyes point, making him pretty much blind. He struggles to walk and read and do other basic tasks. He wants, more than anything, to be a "normal" kid. Lemmy is also very quick to tears and has bed-wetting issues that keep him from always getting enough sleep; Needing to get up and change sheets instead of getting that extra needed hour of rest. One of his biggest interests is circuses. It seems impossible that he'd ever become a clown given his vision, but somehow, circus stunts seem to be the only thing his eyesight doesn't get in the way of.

Larry (9) is a mostly self-sufficient and independent kid who likes spending his time either playing online video games, practicing sports by himself, working on ventriloquism/shadow puppetry, or doing magic (Like a birthday party/black top hat magician--Not wizardy like Kamek) When he isn't doing those hobbies by himself and is forced to "integrate with society," Larry usually spends that time annoying people by info-dumping about his aforementioned hobbies. He is considered the "annoying one" of his siblings, but really isn't that bad. He's just awkward. And a teeeeeeny bit insufferable.

Wendy (11) is pretty chill and can be agreeable and nice if she wants to be, but can also be manipulative, psychotic, and downright evil just 'cuz she's bored. Gatekeep. Gaslight. Girlboss. Despite being a "girlboss," Wendy doesn't consider herself a feminist. She thinks all genders are equally annoying. She absolutely does NOT struggle to survive in a house with seven brothers*. She fucking runs the place! With the bros* and her dad all wrapped around her finger, plus her own raw strength, this little lady practically has the whole castle under her control! She doesn't do much with that control, though. Most days, she can be seen chilling, watching TV in bed with fast food and a sketchbook by her side, like any, lazy normal tween. She, for whatever reason, really likes Mexican food! Wendy is one of the only characters without some food allergy/limitation so she can and WILL eat just about anything. Most people assume Morton is the snacker who eats all the food 'cuz of his size (Which he does still eat lots of snacks and whatnot!) But Wendy needs to not be overlooked when it comes to mysterious food disappearances.

Iggy (13) is still semi in the closet over being genderfluid and switches between using he and her pronouns, but is fine with they/them. They are very sweet to just about everyone, being very well-mannered and apologetic. Iggy used to be very emotional, and although is still super empathetic towards others, has been somewhat desensitized to their own emotions due to constantly being put into uncomfortable situations (Thanks to Pom-Pom). They don't cry as often, nor do they "blow up" at people. But you can clearly see the visible annoyance on their face build up when stress becomes present. If pushed over the edge, Iggy will usually step into another room and just, exhale aggressively. Iggy struggles with social situations and maintaining hobbies. This is mostly due to the fact that they have the bladder capacity of a literal shot glass. It is really hard to keep focused when you need to stop what you're doing to go pee every three minutes. They are probably one of the only Iggies in the Mario Multiverse who isn't into experimenting. They just can't.

Morton (14) is... How do I say this... A weeb. He owns WAY TOO MANY body pillows, maid outfits, anime/hentai DVDs, and more. He also has tons of MLP merchandise. Like Larry, when he isn't by himself, enjoying his hobbies alone, he's usually talking to his siblings about them. When he grows up, he wants to do anime art commissions. And seeing how his art skills are now, it is very likely that could become a full-time career option for him in a few years. Morton is pretty dorky and calm. A bit of a dummy sometimes, but very well-intentioned. He truly cares about his friends and family and would never intentionally upset them. Morton is also surprisingly well-spoken and good with advice, even in stressful situations. (He happens to read/eat a lot of fortune cookies), so he always happens to have little words of wisdom to share. Even if they don't really fit/help the situation.

Roy (15) is considered a real "player" and has been through several relationships with many different women. His body count is well into the hundreds and he is proud of that fact. Roy is proud of lots involving himself--He takes great pride in his muscular, manly body. Ever since a very young age, he decided "Shells are for wussies!" And now only wears shorts. Despite not being the oldest, Roy tends to act as the alpha male of the house, ordering his siblings and telling them what to do every now and then. That includes Ludwig, who IS the oldest and often gets tired of Roy taking charge and bossing him around. Especially when it comes to him and Boom-Boom's relationship, which shouldn't be any of Roy's business. Roy thinks he knows what's best for everyone. He usually has good intentions, just doesn't like it when his peers don't listen to what he thinks they need.

Ludwig (17) is going through a lot. He has a huge list of allergies, gets many UTIs, is going through puberty, almost got raped as a child, has an eating disorder, etc. But still, he is able to power through with his life and be a good parental figure to his siblings. He can be quite bossy and rude but also very polite and charming, depending on his mood. Ludwig, like Roy, takes great pride in his appearance. Although, he is very insecure about the fact that, because one of his horns got broken off, he will forever be "asymmetrical." Ludwig is extremely germaphobic and is quite the perfectionist, so having an asymmetrical face is a big deal to him. Oh yeah, and the horn that got broken off? Well, the base is super sensitive to touch. Ludwig would like it a lot if you kept your grubby hands far away from his face and especially away from his hair and horns.

Jr (5) is a demon. No other way to describe it. A little monster. Literally. He may look like an unassuming child, but he holds the ability to kill anyone and destroy everything in a matter of seconds. He seems to have no thoughts or conscience. Just. Evilness. He is also SUPER heavy for no reason.

Motley (6) is Lemmy's best friend. [And partner?] She is pretty chaotic and can be very scary, although she is an absolute angel around the people she loves, like her family and Lemmy. She likes spending all her time with Lemmy, helping him, playing with him, and more. If somebody were to hurt Lemmy, they would not live to see the next day. Motley is a proud mom to two pet snakes, Mr. & Mrs. Hisstocrat.

Pom-Pom (12) is a super weird, hyper young lady with a love for many CN shows. She is Iggy's girlfriend and just can't seem to leave them alone. Constantly following them around, giving unwanted hugs and kisses out of nowhere, and generally just giving many "stalker vibes," which go unchecked by almost everyone around her.

Boom-Boom (16) is a young gentleman with a love for old Western films and his pet race yoshi. He loves every aspect of his life, minus the fact that his dad is almost always drunk and abusive to him. (Never his sisters, though). Boom-Boom can often be seen with covered up injuries that he hides, not wanting people to worry for him. Even though he's so sweet and hard-working, nothing he ever does can get his dad to be kind to him.

Topper (19) is one of the Broodals, who work around the castle. He and his siblings came from Europe, meaning that they have accents that nobody else here can quite understand. But that doesn't stop him from constant yelling at people, being seen as nothing but a big ball of rage most days. He's been known to pull guns on people out of nowhere and is generally not fun to be around. Some brave people enjoy antagonizing him just to see what happens. Topper has minor interests in cards, tea, and golf. Being near him if he's losing a game of cards or golf can be quite dangerous, though. And it's pretty easy to get some scalding hot tea splashed on you if you're too close. So... Always be cautious. You don't have to take the warning too seriously, though. After all, his siblings don't!

Harriette (19) is the best of the Broodals at her job, getting work finished in minutes, so she has plenty of time to goof around. She can be very focused and diligent but is often seen as rather loony and hyper. Her behavior can get annoying VERY quickly. While goofing off, she will either go bother her brothers or talk to random workers around the castle, sometimes flirting with them out of nowhere. She has a thing for big, buff, masculine men and has plenty of pictures of random attractive people she saw in public in her room. Her favorite thing to do in her free time is watch cheesy romcoms. And her brothers all know when they hear that saxophone music it means leave Harriette tf alone.

Rango (19) is the most showy and arrogant member of the Broodals, really enjoying talking about himself and his interests. He can be quite cocky when it comes to things he's good at. Of course, he isn't always like that. Rango (Usually called "Vango" by the Koopalings due to not understanding his accent) is also one of the nicer bunnies, always having time to sit and chat with someone. He really likes affection (And attention). Giving him a gentle hug would make his whole day. Rango's favorite hobby is chess, which he gets teased about by Topper very often for. One of his favorite things to talk about is Mimi--His girlfriend from when he and his family still lived in Europe. He isn't really into romance stuff like Harriette, but is still very much in love with Mimi, even after all these years of never communicating.

Spewart (19) is the sweetest Broodal and is very easy to mistake for being condescending or trying to manipulate. Nope! His dorky little head only has nice thoughts floating around, making him scarily optimistic at all times. He can be quite shy and nervous, often relying on his siblings to stick up for him. He enjoys knitting and cuddles, although not hugs due to some stomach-related issues; Hug him, and he might puke on you. (Unintentionally, of course!) In more recent times, Spewart has become a bit distant from his siblings. He's had his eyes on and is slowly forming a crush on one of the other workers around the castle... But the worker happens to be male. And he's afraid of how his siblings will react to finding out he might be into dudes. (Given how himbo-hungry Harriette is and the fact that Rango is still madly in love with a girl he was with several years ago, Spewart believes that his siblings think and want him to be straight like them).

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myrddin-wylt · 11 months

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How much of the emotional enmeshment with Caroline did Arthur's siblings know about? And was it ever brought up by anyone else post ww2? When emotions in this awful family were (for the most part) settled.

Honestly not much. Matt is vaguely aware of it, but doesn't really understand the implications or damage it did. he remembers when they all lived together in the decade leading up to the Revolution, Caroline basically acted like the mother of the household and clearly got increasingly resentful about it as time went on, but it doesn't really mean anything significant to him. like oh, Caroline is throwing a fit again because Arthur probably gave her some chores to do or something. he didn't really take it seriously (in fairness to him, how could he know? he figured it's no different than comforting anyone else you love). this was made worse when shit started blowing up, Caroline cemented the estrangement by using the things Arthur told her in confidence against him, which Matthew found pretty nigh on unforgivable. it definitely did not occur to him that Arthur did not exactly handle the crisis after crisis after crisis of the 17th century with as much composure as he handled the aftermath of the Revolution/Napoleonic wars.

I just, hm. it's not like Arthur frequently talked how stressed he was. it was more of the 'would bottle up until he explodes' kind of thing, and not necessarily an explosion of anger, either. just. he'd be fine one minute and sobbing the next, and once he worked that out of his system he'd throw himself back into whatever work he could focus on and Caroline would just hover over him and try to eliminate any stressors and in general just be on edge because it's not like she could tell when he was upset and hiding it vs genuinely not upset. so it was pretty erratic and unpredictable rather than a consistent, constant thing, and I think that's worth mentioning because there is a difference between casually telling your child information they don't need to know versus having an explosive panic attack out of seemingly nowhere and later refusing to acknowledge it. like whatever he says in a moment of panic is not something he's going to be willing to explain at length later.

It's just the unpredictability of it all, ya know? not knowing how badly something would affect him or when or how. being unable to get a sense of boundaries, what could she talk to him about and what topics were off limits. it's a recipe for constant anxiety until she eventually decides that, actually, she's not going to give a shit anymore, and not only is she not going to give a shit, she's going to weaponize it against him so he never pulls that shit with her again.

I guess to her credit, it was very effective. it does mean she develops a particularly nasty manipulative streak, but, uh, it gets results? which her siblings DEFINITELY notice, but it's not like they have a cause to tie it back to. they just think she's fucking mean. and of course Arthur doesn't tell them because he doesn't understand the consequences of enmeshment either. and CAROLINE doesn't bring it up unless she's weaponizing it because she isn't sure if it's even worth bringing up with Arthur and she's not near close enough with any of her siblings to tell them about it. it's sorta, you know, when you get to adulthood and it's just easier to let sleeping dogs lie. maybe she'd talk to someone about it, but she doesn't see any benefit in confronting Arthur. if anything she'd be most likely to vent about it to Erin/Ireland but that's about it.

#ask #anon #kirkland brood #to be fair to Arthur the Early Modern period fucking sucked and I'd have panic attacks too #myrddin's hcs #hetalia headcanons #hetalia hcs #hetalia hc #hetalia headcanon #nyo america #ratman and ratson #regretting not making that tag gender neutral #don't take familial relationship advice from Caroline btw #see a therapist

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urdearestmom · 2 years

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so happy to see you back here because the takes on mike ever since the season (by bylers, locals and even people who claimed to love him but are now mad and not even trying to understand him) are driving me crazy. he needs protecting

I am tumblr’s Mike Wheeler defence squad

No but actually I think the problem is so many people just consume media without thinking critically about it (which like, it’s FINE to just watch things for fun, but if you’re going to pass judgement on something then perhaps you should spend more than 2 seconds thinking on it. maybe analyze the scene past your first reaction to it).

I'm going to talk mainly about Mike's interactions with Will and El in the early episodes of season 4 but there will also be references to earlier seasons.

Now, Mike's not an angel by any means!! The boy makes mistakes. He WAS dismissive and kinda rude to Will (also everyone forgot it was Will's birthday?? including me LOL) but it's not like he was behaving that way with the intent to hurt Will. Mike tends to hyperfocus on El whenever he's around her (which we've seen since s1: drifting from Lucas, Dustin's claims that all Mike cared about was El; s2 Mike's emo phase when she wasn't around and his subsequent focus on her once she returned; s3 Mike's entire emotional arc being about his feelings for El). In the scene at the rink, El had JUST been publicly humiliated and Mike found out she had been lying to him about her life and emotional state, so of course he was more concerned for her and focused on finding her than he was with listening to Will. Duh, anyone would be.

That hyperfocus is a completely natural thing that happens when you have strong feelings for someone; you tend to drop your friends a bit. The goal is to find a balance between the attention you give your friends vs the other person, but it's a learning process. Also Mike is at the maximum only 15 years old and this is his first relationship, so he is very much still in the early stages of figuring all that out. The important thing is that when you realize you hurt someone you apologize, which Mike did and Will forgave. I loved that scene a lot because I really really appreciate their friendship and the fact that they were both even tearing up a little bit really moved me :') It's also a development for Mike because he brought up the situation himself and apologized without anything else prompting it, which has been a difficulty for him in the past (remember him refusing to apologize to Lucas in s1? or the fact that we never saw him apologize to Max after s2 either). It takes emotional vulnerability to recognize that you were wrong and apologize to someone for hurting them, and he is a character that struggles profoundly with putting his feelings out there, so this is a win for him!!

The thing about his vulnerability leads me to my next point: the fight with El. El was completely valid in wanting to hear Mike say that he loves her, I think definitely in part due to her terrible upbringing and some in part to media she'd been exposed to since escaping the lab. Before she got out she was clearly in an abusive environment, where likely the only form of affection she received was words (Brenner's actions were obviously not those of someone who cared for her, but his choice of words and tone of voice helped him manipulate her), which would have some effect on the way she expresses herself and the way she accepts affection from others. During her time in isolation, we saw her watching soaps and those are the kind of stories where love is presented as this grand, sweeping thing that can only be demonstrated and affirmed through an extremely dramatic declaration. That's not a thing that usually happens irl, it's part of the entertainment factor, but El wouldn't know any better and she probably came to expect something similar.

Mike, on the other hand, is a person who struggles to verbalize any of his feelings, much less something as all-consuming as his love for El is. Some of that is simply part of his personality, but some of it is also home influence. It's obvious by now that the Wheelers don't have a great marriage, so Mike has more than likely not often or ever heard his parents say that they love each other (interestingly, I don't think Nancy has told Jonathan to his face that she loves him either). Mike has learned to express his love for people in a different way: through his actions. He is usually the first to jump into action/planning mode when a friend is in danger, he takes care of people who need help (El in s1 and Will in s2, and the way he comforts El at various points during s3 even while they were broken up), and consistently acts recklessly when it comes to someone offending or endangering his loved ones (aka, the cliff scene, or him attacking a possessed Billy armed with a skinny piece of metal, among others) because he feels as though he is their defender and keeping them safe is how he shows that he cares. Let us also not forget the fact that he handpicked those wildflowers in El's favourite colours because he knew they would make her happy (he also dressed in the same colours, which I LOVE even though his airport outfit makes him look like a muppet).

At the moment that they had their argument, El had been experiencing a lot of changes. Not only did she lose her powers, the thing that defined her as a person for almost her whole life, she also moved across the country, away from almost everyone who cared about her, and started school. Being bullied in general is difficult enough, but being bullied when you know you really are different and there's nothing you can do about it must be hell. The loss of her powers caused her to question her own self-worth because without them, who is she really? That's something that El is still in the process of discovering. Being the victim of bullying at the same time has reinforced this idea she has that her powers are what give her worth. With them she can defend herself, intimidate her enemies; without them she is a target. She must feel that people only liked her before because they thought her abilities were cool. This thought, plus the emotional toll that bullying causes, plus the fact that she only ever overheard Mike say that he loves her and it was while she still had her powers, and the fact that he hasn't said it in words since then has probably made her extremely insecure about whether his feelings for her are from a genuine place of love, like hers are for him.

Because El is struggling, and because Mike hasn't yet worked up the courage to vocalize his feelings, they fight. El is upset because she has probably started to doubt whether her boyfriend, who she cares about immensely, genuinely loves her or not. Mike is upset because he loves her so intensely and he tells her that in the way he knows how but she isn't receiving the message, and he doesn't know how to fix it. It's an unfortunate situation all around but I thought that it was a very realistic problem to present Mileven with and I absolutely adored how many layers there are to what's happening. Millie and Finn's performances were also spot on! The way you can see Millie's anger through her sadness and the absolute sincerity in Finn's whole person (his face, voice, even the little extra movements he does while speaking) really lend the emotions to the scene and make it feel real.

Anyone who says "El deserves better" is delusional or just hasn't considered how wonderful Mike actually is. How could she do any better than the boy who has cared for her unconditionally since the moment he met her? I mean, he put himself in danger to protect her and she's literally killed multiple people in front of him and he didn't bat an eye. All he wanted was to know that she was safe.

Anyone who says Mike doesn't love El: see the above. I don't know what show you're watching

ALL OF THIS TO SAY: I love Mike Wheeler because he is a flawed character. He's not perfect! He makes mistakes! But guess what, we all do. It's part of growing up and part of being human, so all it does is make him feel more like a real person to me. He's a lovely lil boy and I will defend him to my last breath, tumblr!!!!!!!

(i know this got really mf long but i will probably be active for a bit so send me more asks friends!!)

#PHEW #this legitimately took me like an hour to answer #also i switched tenses in there a couple times please ignore this is not an essay #i love mike wheeler #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #mileven #el hopper #anon ask #answered

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megashadowdragon · 10 months

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bnha chapter 393 adds to my theory of decay being izukus original quirk

izuku x ochako is obviously being pushed people comapred shigaraki and ochako quirks due to them requiring all 5 fingers touching and now ochakos evolving to extending to things she hasnt touched just like with shigarakis quirk evolution

if decay was izukus it would mean that that both ochako ( a quirk that would help with construction) izuku ( help with demolition/destruction) and both can work as a rescue with izuku after evolving it would get rid of inanimate objects that would bury someone ( if he trained it to control what he destroys

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there are parallels between Tomura Shigaraki and Izuku Midoriya (who are of the same generation) Just as Midoriya is chosen to be All Might’s successor, Shigaraki is being groomed as the successor for All Might’s archnemesis all for one(AFO)

for more on izuku and shigaraki being foils check this post out :

hamliet . tumblr . com/post/182207900119/hero-vs-villain-foils-shigaraki-tomura-and-izuku

at the start of the story both of them are pretty terrible at what they try to do and have to learn from their mentors. Izuku is trying to become the worlds greatest hero, Shigaraki is trying to become the world’s greatest villain at the same time. (shigaraki is the evil counterpart to izuku midoriya)

so it would be an interesting parallel if shigaraki was like izuku originally quirkless and their respective mentors all for one and all might gave them their quirks but all for one gave him a quirk decay unwillingly and without his knowledge so that he would accidentally kill his family

this person gives a lot of evidence for shigaraki being given the decay quirk by afo though makeste thinks afo stole shigarakis quirk and replaced it with a new one instead of being quirkless :

makeste . tumblr . com/post/183799846838/bnha-222

AFO engineered this entire situation in order to traumatize Nana’s grandson and manipulate him into becoming the deranged little villain boy we all know and love today.

evidence:

it’s safe to say that Tomura’s quirk isn’t anything like Nana’s, or else All Might and Gran Torino probably would have put the pieces together a lot sooner. so that means that Tomura either got his quirk from his mother’s side of the family, or else this isn’t his original quirk

AFO just happens to find Baby Tenko in the aftermath of him having accidentally murdered his entire family. and he knows exactly what happened. and the circumstances just so happen to line up perfectly for him to gain Tenko’s trust and manipulate him to hate All Might and heroes in general. what I’m saying is, clearly none of this is actually a coincidence. which means AFO either killed Tenko’s family himself and then fudged Tenko’s memories to make him think he did it, or else he engineered things to make it so that Tenko would kill them

Tomura admits to having no clear memories prior to meeting AFO, so he was either traumatized to the point where he suppressed all those memories for his own self-preservation, or his memories were purposely manipulated by AFO. I don’t doubt AFO is capable of this, and right now it seems the more likely option to me. AFO seems fairly confident that Tomura won’t regain those memories but will still retain the emotions

lastly, AFO and Ujiko were clearly not above “tinkering” with him, since Ujiko asked AFO whether or not he should do so after Tenko had his mini-breakdown upon seeing the hands. idk about you guys, but I got a feeling they had already done something and he was talking more about fine-tuning whatever it was, but AFO decided against it

afo stole decay quirk from izuku as an infant maybe the doctor found a way to detect what a kids quirk will be during infancy and allow afo to steal it and gave it to shigaraki who was actually born quirkless. or izukus quirk first appeared when izuku was a baby

I mean the first quirk user was found in a glowing baby so its possible

and it would make an interesting connection between shigaraki and izuku

and add to the parallels between them

while izukus quirk was stolen shigaraki was given that quirk and neither of their fathers wanted them to be heroes

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All For One having been the one to give a Quirkless Tomura Shigaraki the Decay Quirk would be a good story decision and another great parallel to Izuku Midoriya and All Might.

“the itching being his body rejecting the quirk because it’s not his own or the random stranger who found Tenko on the street and just after that the quirk got activated)“

I may be reaching this theory may be crack but hey bnha is ending soon so I just want to make at least one more theory post of my own

#bnha 393 #mha 393 #bnha theory #mha theory

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kustas · 9 months

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if you're still doing it top 5 relationships... can be romantic platonic family etc

I'll be assuming you mean among animanga characters!

whatever is going on between matrioshka and mister 5 protagonist of the manga that bears his name. a friend of mine who's better with words described them as simultaneously acting like old friends of several decades and like a couple on a honeymoon. they're clearly fond of each other yet by nature do not express it in ways that are socially normal, both being distant and rather asocial people in the middle of serious geopolitical bloody drama; but neither care about that and are fine just chilling and trust each other with infinite amounts of personal space. the concept of a normal (ish) human person in a mutual loving relationship with someone bearing a level of intelligence and perception that is so inhumanely high that their take on life is fundamentally unrelatable for other human beings is so so good. I don't have to wish them the best they got their happy ending fucking off in the moebius desert to raise a kid

custas and dagda 😢 cus describing their relationship is what got me to love both of them so much in the first place..."he's not my dad but he's family [...] He's a really great guy, he's too nice" vs dagda seeing him as his son because he taught him what he knew, but being surprised custas sees him as family regardless. very heartfelt and bittersweet. I do like found families and this one is a good example of a very loving one that does not fit in the mold of a nuclear family fandom is so obsessed about. they're both flawed people with a rocky relationship but who genuinely love each other so they don't mind those bumps in the road...

the kazukabes from dorohedoro. what did i just say about a human being and a greater form of consciousness being in love? but this time they're both retirement age and also huge freaks. the stage of romantic love where it's been so long it's mostly just commitment and lovingly held up routine that remain is my favorite but this is dorohedoro that we're talking about so they're batshit on top of it all. when he violently dies and she pulls out his dismembered hand to hold it to say she loves him? peak romance. when he talks about how she burns people in hell with fondness that freaks out his colleagues at the coffee break? peak romance. when he's all flustered bc she opened her back to hide him in her innards? peak r- you get it

it's hard to pick a favorite relationship in dungeon meshi because they're so well written, but i really like laios and farlyn's unspoken complicity in being siblings born to parents who did not give either a happy childhood; chilchuck immediately noticing and taking into his own disgruntled hands the teenage moody callousness of izutsumi and protecting her emotionally without overstepping her boundaries because goddamn that's a man who's raised four teenage daughters and knows what to do; kabru and rin being childhood friends who both survived similar traumatic events and grew up into an introverted stuck up discreet mess and a master of emotional manipulation with unmatched shrewdness for analyzing human behavior who yet is completely blind of how in love she is of him

the unique flavor of genuine love, codependency and mutual mental health issues ping-pong between black and white. white's little speech about their relationship defined as "i'm missing some screws but i got all the screws he needs" is one of my favorite scenes especially in the film. their relationship and its duality is a major focus of the story so i could go off for pages but it's interesting how one is mentally disabled yet very emotionally intelligent vs his brother being on the stupid side and so hellbent on protecting his brother it bends back into borderline ableism. every horror happens to them that my tragedy loving self can ram into walls about INCLUDING how their love for each other and dedication to a common goal that might doom them concludes the whole story. alexa play plaid - white's dream

#ask #I have more.#most of this are straight. im a fake ally

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attorneys-against-court-violence · 1 year

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The Monstrous Turnabout: Viewed!

Now then, let's see if I can't put my thoughts together on this one....

I love Apollo and Athena here! It threatened to re-tread some ground from Nick and Maya's dynamic, but Athena's constant one-upmanship and Apollo being on-board with her insanity is charming to watch. Athena encouraging Apollo in court, Apollo picking up on Athena's stress, the both of them being amazed by their talents... they're just damn fun to watch!

And Athena herself? Well, being enraptured in her psychology seminars should tell you something! At her best, she's very kinetic and acts within the witnesses best interests. At her worst (in a good way), she's incredibly impulsive and prone hiding emotions that make her seem less than capable. Her insecurity about her job - especially having gotten it at a younger age than either of her co-workers - is a nice bit of flavour and makes enough sense with her need to appear mature and capable of handling herself. Something she's clearly not fully capable of at this stage.

Simon Blackquill... I've gushed over how great an entrance he made in this case. Part of me is sad he didn't get any lines in the post-trial scene, but for what time he has he uses it as efficiently as possible. Ruthlessly cunning, curt and brash, with the chops to adapt his strategies and manipulate things to his benefit. I can't wait for he and Athena to face off in 5-3.

Bobby Fulbright!!! Absolute idiot, but I can't fault the enthusiasm! Surprisingly invested in trying to rehabilitate someone who actively takes swings at people mid-trial. Coupled with his loyalty, the man must have damn good reasons to stick by someone like Simon that hard. Almost reminds me of somebody much more defiant of him.... you know who.

I enjoyed the case itself just fine. Mayor Tenma is such an enigma of a man and an enjoyable one. Jinxie is just an unfortunate one, being riddled with sleep-deprived hallucinations and intense anxiety. The Tenma Taro twist was pretty alright. Not uncommon for man's greed to be a theme, but it works well enough here.

Poor Trucy... was there here and there for the first half and just kinda disappeared. rip.

With how often faith and the line "evidence is everything" is cropping up, I'm expecting Case 5-5 to cut deep...

I think Justicykes got bumped up to a 6? I'll go back and check for the scoreboard.

Themis Academy and Athena's spotlight trial is going to have to wait a short while; next on the copping block is Turnabout Reclaimed! This one's 9 parts strong.... it's going to be a while before I get to the juicy stuff.

#the monstrous turnabout #dual destinies #dual destinies watchthrough #dual destinies spoilers #ace attorney #athena cykes #apollo justice #simon blackquill #bobby fulbright #fool bright

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strangesmallbard · 2 years

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okay here are my thoughts on most of the kassandra romances in ac odyssey:

odessa: incredible friends with benefits energy. she’s also shady and overly confident, traits i love in a woman. nothing much here, but a solid first romance. 6/10

roxana: their scene on the mountain is SO sweet and fun, also peak friends with benefits vibes with a hint of something more. 7/10

lykaon: if you’re into soft dudes, he’s pretty soft. not my cuppa, but not offensive. 5/10

daphnae: the sheer concept of a daughter of artemis falling for the warrior woman destined to take her place is fucking incredible, but i was craving more relationship development onscreen. 6/10

anais: childhood best friends to lovers to friends with history because our differences are irreconcilable my BELOVED! i loved how regular and grounded this romance felt. it was nice to see someone love kassandra for who she is, and accept that she can’t be everything too. and kassandra is SUCH a dad. 10/10

those two brothers added later on: in my lesbian onion, these quests are much funnier if you don’t like either of them. kassandra is just like “oh sweet, free brothers!” followed by “oh brother” when they declare their love.

alkibiades: he’s the only dude i had kassandra sleep with because there is nothing heterosexual about this relationship. bisexual 4 bisexual energy is off the CHARTS. men get pegged, etc. 8/10

diona: she could not have been less subtle about being a cultist, but she was very hot. this is the exact mental process i gave kassandra. 7/10

kyra: holy shit, i am devastated by this romance and the entire mykonos arc. when kyra throws a KNIFE at her head, and kassandra immediately falls in love. i think she’s one of the few options where kassandra clearly has romantic feelings, so the ending hits like a sack of bricks. 10/10

thaletas: i killed this man. 0/10

brasidas: not an actual romance, but an honorable mention because of the popularity. idk guys i don’t see it at all! they give me major siblings or uncle & niece vibes. i think kassandra trauma dumps because every older spartan guy is dadcoded to her. 0/10

natakas: look, i don’t hate natakas. he’s fine out of context. perfectly inoffensive. he has a nice face. however, i cannot get over the forced heterosexuality and birth situation! it leaves the worst taste in my mouth! i literally haven’t played ac odyssey since i found out! -5/10, i’m sorry natakas you’re very nice but get out of my house right now

aspasia: the biggest missed opportunity of this entire game. i am so disappointed by the last scene in the cult arc because like, aspasia disappears! we have no emotional connection to her! imagine if they had several run-ins during the main quest. imagine if aspasia actively helped you hunt the other cultists. imagine if ubisoft committed to her gaslight gatekeep girlbossing. i wanted unhealthy emotional attachment! i wanted manipulation! that kiss at the end should have HIT. anyway 10/10 the concept in my head, 2/10 the actual romance

#ac odyssey #yell.txt

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Ugh no, I dislike Marian bc she manipulated my friend Tam. She kept blocking then unblocking him, putting them in some kind of sick cat-and-mouse game. She always tried manipulating him away from me and Club, and her behavior was intolerable. Ik you're all for innocents getting manipulated, but I ain't dealing with it, dear.

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Honey what's so hard to understand that what was said was an OBVIOUS TYPO? That's why I paid no mind to it at first, BC I USED MY GODDAMN BRAINS! YOU WERE CLEARLY JUST USING IT AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO FURTHER HARASS CLUB! HE HID THE COMMENT BC YOU WERE FALSELY ACCUSING HIM OVER IT! Club isn't a groomer, and the people saying he is are either ableist trolls like you wanting a "good" excuse to harass someone, or they're misinformed people who were manipulated by said trolls. How many times will we have to explain it, smh. I would never support actual groomers (such as you lmao), but Club ISN"T ONE.

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Uhhh prettyyyy suree Loveless is the one stalking Club, lol. Wouldn't you be as paranoid as he was if you were getting endlessly slandered and harassed like that? Ugh. You do WAY worse to your enemies.

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Uh okay and you're just as bad as Sam. Only you're a whole group of people doing this shit. So in a way ig you're worse LMAO...also what happened wasn't Club or Tam's fault so quit making it up as it is.

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No Tam probably just wanted to defend their friend, why do you assume everything is Club's fault? I swear, one day they'll blame him for the birth of Hitler. And you know what's fucked up? Seeing Tam as nothing but a minion bc of his age. Oh and for the record, you DO lash out and attack them. All the damn time lmao. Do I even have to link the examples???

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Bro stop acting like Club's manipulating me when YOU'RE the ones clearly doing it! And just bc I'm a kid doesn't mean I can't say no! Saying children can't stand up for themselves is just wrong. But the reason I don't is bc I GENUINELY APPRECIATE AND CARE ABOUT CLUB! I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST HIM! And if you did think this was true, why did you harass me later on for "not saying no" then? Tsk tsk tsk. And he supports all minorities. But when he made those cute little pride flag drawings YOU MADE FUN OF HIM FOR IT!

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Sweetheart if you're so sorry for us then stop contributing to our harassers and also quit accusing us of being future pedophiles. Just ew. Be ashamed of yourself now 7-7

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Not all of the hub attacked me, it was probably only Sam. Tri has always been friendly towards me and the whole group shouldn't be blamed for this. Keep in mind this is a place where ANYONE and EVERYONE is allowed to talk! Both good and bad people! Bc unlike you, Tri's actually fair. And unlike this group, YOUR ENTIRE GROUP WANTS TO HARASS ME!

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"why do this? is it cuz he gives you crappily drawn art? Is it cuz he tells you stupid shit like 'happy april hurr de durr’ is it cuz he gives you points and core which is WORTHLESS in the grander scheme of things?" Nah it's bc he's our friend and ya'll just salty you don't have any real ones 7w7

"If you continue to ignore this then sorry we are not going to protect you anymore if you are that brainwashed by that shit stained loser Club." Sweetie please you saying you were EVER protecting me is just gross. Kindly fuck off, if you really want me to be safe <3 (Which btw you don't, you're just disgusting manipulators.)

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Smh I'm his friend, and listening to a friend's problems IS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO FOR THEM! Club was NEVER trying to harm me! I'm completely fine with being there for him! BC HE'S MY FUCKING FRIEND! Is this how you would react to a friend of yours if they asked if they could vent to you? Just pitiful. If you don't have the emotional energy to listen to someone at the moment, politely tell them so like a normal person jfc.

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The only reason why he felt the need to seek validation from his friends is BECAUSE OF YOUR GOD-AWFUL TREATMENT OF HIM! You think you can do all the things you did and expect him to still be in a good mental health-state and have good self-thoughts? You think you can gang up on him and tell him he's a terrible person and expect him to not be insecure, scared, self-conscious, OR ANY OF THAT? You need to grow up and learn that your actions HAVE FUCKING CONSEQUENCES, YOU GODDAMN SELFISH 6-YEAR-OLDS! But then again, you would never in your life care if you ever hurt a person, now would you?

Sighhhhh I think that's enough for now lol -w-

Bye, see you tomorrow evening, and sorry for this big one, hehe.

That’s alright. Some people like them have explaining to do, more than they ever can or will.

Regarding the eighth point, admittedly things have improved a lot ever since that was a problem. I can guarantee these days Sam is a non-issue, he may come around but would have his hands tied by better paradigms when he does.

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─── indie, private, selective rp blog for Nanno from Girl from Nowhere. Established November 2022. Penned by ROXETTE.

─── a study in: bringing karma to misdeeds (and sometimes good deeds too!), law of sacrifice, strange love, death after death, not knowing what you had before it's lost, cheating, manipulation, exposed hypocrisy, analysing emotions, jerk with a heart of gold, being ambiguously human.

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This blog is strictly for muns who are 21 and over. Chances are, I'm old enough to be your mom, so please respect that I do not want to engage with anyone below that age and even less minors.

This is not a follow for follow blog. I’ll follow back if I feel our muses could have interesting interactions in some shape or form, or because I really enjoy the content of your blog and your writing, so I’ll be lurking for a bit before contacting you. In that same vein, if you unfollow me please soft block me.

I personally do not have any triggers.However be advised that this blog can be triggering. Themes portrayed can and will be dark at times. I tag triggers as word tw. If there’s a trigger you’d like me to tag, don’t be shy to message me! I AM NOT MY MUSE AND SHE IS NOT ME. I do not condone the themes portrayed nor what my muse may do/say.

Banned Fandoms: 13 Reasons Why. Euphoria. Stranger Things (unless I know you or you were recommended by someone I know well). Banned FC’s: Real people and historical figures. (Using Markiplier as your fc for your muse is fine, but if you roleplay as Markiplier himself, that's a big nono for me unless it's one of his roles/characters.)

I will not tolerate hate of any kind of hate on my dash. Anyone partaking in sending hate, slandering someone in any shape or form, and perpetuating drama, as well as vagueing, will be instantly blocked. This also applies to anyone creating callout posts that hold no proof but hearsay. And I will not, under any circumstances, reblog a callout post, so don't bother asking me to do so.

I’m very opened to ships as this blog is multiship. In fact, I love them! That being said, I retain the right to be selective on who I ship Nanno with. I’m always looking for chemistry first. But don’t feel intimidated by that! Sometimes the spark happens at the least expected moments! I will not write any smut on this blog, as while Nanno is clearly much older (she doesn't age), she still passes as a 16/17 year old.

I am slow. Especially at the moment, as my health has been on the decline the last few months. I can take a day, or a month to reply, but know it does not ever indicate how much I like a thread. I go by inspiration in that moment I'm sitting at the computer. I prefer quality over quantity. Sometimes I can write novels, other times, hardly anything.

I practice mains, and I'm giving exclusives another try. However, earning exclusivity is difficult, I won't lie. I need to know you well and trust you. It's something that has burned me in the past and I'd like not to repeat that. For now, since this blog is very new, I have no mains or exclusives.

Most graphics and icons have been made by me unless stated otherwise and are not for the taking. Headcanons are not for the taking either. Artwork made by me is not for the taking either. Icons, dash icon, carrd && mobile/pinned: me. psd used: jaynedits

Lastly: be good. Be excellent with each other. Don't start drama with me or my friends. Stay away if you support homophobia, sexism, ageism,p*dophilia, incest, etc... you get the gist. Basically, just be a decent human being, and treat others as you'd like to be treated. I know I may sound harsh with some of these, but I’m literally just a shy kiwi and chances are I’m more scared of you than you are of me. Thank you for reading through this 500 pages novel (SORRY ;_; ) and remember that I love you and you deserve the best!

#PINNED #DNI #04/04/2023

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coeurvrai · 1 year

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TROP asks: 16-19 & 25

The Rings of Power themed asks

16. What is your favorite item from the series? (For example, Finrods dagger, the piece of mithril Durin gave to Elrond, Adar’s gauntlet)

This is not surprising to you or many others, but it is definitely Finrod’s dagger. The most prominent emotional support dagger in all of the land. I never thought I would get emotional over when Galadriel had to give it up - and therefore give up the last piece of Finrod she had with her, a piece she has been carrying around for centuries! - in order for them to forge the rings and yet there we were, getting fucking emotional about it!!!

17. What are your thoughts on the original characters? Do you like them? (For example: Nori, Bronwyn, Adar)

I love the original characters, I think they all bring interesting and refreshing things to the table! For as much as we joke about Adar, his introduction does bring a new perspective when it comes to the Orcs and a way to expand on them - and the untold plight of the elves who were kidnapped and transformed into the first Orcs, making them sympathetic without totally removing the fact that they are genuinely a real danger to others and there are reasons why they are justifiably feared and hated.

Nori was delightful and I appreciate the insight into the proto-Hobbits and their customs and way of life. I hope we find out more about what exactly happened to Nori’s mum Rose, and still see Poppy and the others as Nori and The Stranger adventure on towards his home.

Bronwyn and Arondir are beloved and I was on board with them individually and as their romance from day one.

Disa and her marriage to Durin are also delightful. I want to see more of her in the next season, and more of her Lady Macbeth’ing it up.

18. What are your thoughts on the portrayal of the canon characters? (For example: Galadriel and Elrond)

I think they’re perfectly fine. I think the people who are complaining about Galadriel being OOC and a “girlboss” are stupid and clearly revealing themselves to be either not watching the show, or gave up after the first episode, or are not as knowledgeable about Tolkien as they claim to be.

And I say that as someone who describes myself as a “casual fan” of Tolkien in general. Like, as I’ve been told, Galadriel murdered a not-insignificant amount of her own relatives, so the idea that she has been “girlbossified” because she swings a sword and wears armour and has the gall to show anger is so fucking stupid. Like, this is a Galadriel in a different time compared to the Galadriel of Sir Peter Jackson’s movies.

But yeah, I think they’ve been handling them well. Galadriel is wounded and grieving and vengeful and entirely flawed yet heroic in her goals.

And Elrond is as kind as summer, what can I say? He, too, is in a different time and different place in his life - bothered by sending Galadriel away to Valinor yet driven by the belief that it was the right thing to do; attempting to fix his friendship with Durin after being away for 20 years; trying his best to save his people from fading away.

19. Is there a dynamic or a story arc you would have liked to see explored in more detail? Any character you would have liked to get more screen time?

I hope Disa gets more screen time and we get more bonding between her and Elrond.

25. Any predictions for the next season? Or anything you would like to happen?

Galadriel is probably gonna have to fend off mental invasions/dream invasions by Sauron, because he’s already shown he’s more than capable of entering her mind and manipulating illusions based on her own memories.

Also Adar and the Orcs’ partying is soon gonna end abruptly when they see Sauron as Halbrand and I predict that Adar is going to be so fucking confused why the random pissed human from before has simply walked through Mordor looking like he owns the place.

Also I would like more info about Celeborn. It’s too soon for Celeborn to come back into the picture from wherever he currently is, likely held hostage, so I would like more of Galadriel reminiscing sadly but fondly over her husband who she currently thinks is dead.

#the rings of power #lotr #ask #folatefangirl #Thank you for the ask Cinnia!

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lostinthewiind · 2 years

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Brave Heart: Chapter Fifty-Seven

Attack on Titan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: sexual themes, death, gore, mature themes, extreme violence, body horror, blood, weapons, major character death, age-gap relationship

"More conflict isn't necessary to solve Eldia's problems," said Eren, his tone and expression flat as if this interaction was just another thing he had to get out of the way in order for his plan to succeed. "Hange and the others are fine. We're just relocating them."

Armin was the first to address the man who sat across from them; the man who looked like their former friend but certainly wasn't acting like him. "Eren ... Mikasa, Vera, and I have been wanting to talk to you too. What were you thinking when you decided to attack Marley on your own?"

Eren's dark irises flickered toward Vera. "I didn't attack alone."

"But you had certainly been planning to," Armin pointed out. "You couldn't have known Vera was there before you-" A knowing glint in Eren's eyes stopped Armin mid-sentence. " ... unless you did know."

Vera's fingertips dug into the top of the table. She knew finding Eren randomly that night in Liberio had seemed too good to be true, but how could she have possibly turned away her friend at that moment? Back when she thought he was still her friend, that is.

"So you knew I was there well before we ran into each other that night." Vera glared hard. "I'm sure it was Zeke who told you."

Eren only nodded.

"I was just a puppet all along, wasn't I?" Vera couldn't stop herself from asking even though she was uncertain whether she really wanted to hear the answer or not. "You used me to get information."

Eren shrugged. "It was easy enough. Once I mentioned Levi, you were ready to cut down anyone to get back to him. I could see it in your eyes." A small, mocking chuckle escaped him. "You, Vera, crave someone strong to follow ... someone to guide you through life. That's why you let Reiner manipulate you so easily, both here and back in Liberio again. And it's why I only had to say Levi's name for you to help me see my plan through ... for me to control you. You are pathetic."

Vera felt the anger rising in her veins, but before she had the chance to do or say something stupid in retaliation, Armin spoke up. "Why do all this?" he asked simply. "Did Zeke and Yelena really win you over to their side?"

"I am free, Armin," Eren answered. "Every single thing that I've done, I decided to do. My actions are governed by nothing but my own free will."

"So even though you secretly met with Yelena, you're saying that this was all you?"

"Yes."

"No way!" Mikasa refused to believe it. "You're being manipulated. The Eren I know would never involve civilians and children in a war, even if they were enemies. And you wouldn't put us at risk either. You care about us more than anyone, don't you? You rescued me from those kidnappers in the cabin and wrapped this scarf around me because you're a kind person!"

As Mikasa spoke, her emotions rose and she stood from her seat, hands leaving the tabletop and gravitating to the red scarf around her neck.

"I said to keep your hands on the table, Mikasa," Eren reminded her.

Defeated, Mikasa sat back down and returned her palms to the white tablecloth. Across from her, Gabi was shaking like a leaf. It was clear she wasn't really listening to what was being said; the fear in her body wouldn't let her.

"Back in Liberio, I spoke with Zeke, brother to brother. Learned a lot of things from him," Eren explained. "Honestly, it seems like he knows even more about how Titans work than Marley does. Armin, what do you think it is that drove you to start visiting Annie? Do you really believe it's your own free will?"

Armin's jaw dropped. Clearly, he hadn't thought anyone knew about his visits to the crystalized Annie kept underground. "What ... I don't ..."

"If memories play a major role in shaping us into the people we are, then part of you has become Bertholdt. Within you is an enemy who has feelings for another enemy. Understand? Bertholdt has gotten into your head. You're the one being manipulated by the enemy."

Mikasa grimaced. "Hey, why would you-"

"You're being controlled too," Eren informed her. "The Ackerman clan was designed to be perfect for the task of protecting Eldia's King. Your Ackerman instincts were dormant until, in that life or death situation, you heard me order you to fight. The strength and certainty you felt in that moment were awakened because your blood mistook me for the host you were made to protect."

Mikasa's hands trembled. "That can't be."

"It can't? Why not?"

Eyes glistening, Mikasa hung her head. "It wasn't a mistake. It's because it was you. It had to be you. You're why I became strong. How could that be a mistake?"

"As an Ackerman with awakened powers, you're apparently supposed to get headaches pretty frequently. The research said this is a side effect of the Ackerman's true self trying to resist being forced to protect their host. Sound familiar?"

Mikasa's eyes grew wide, alarmed. Vera never knew she had suffered from frequent headaches, but then again, they had been apart for four years and she and Mikasa had never been the best of friends even before that.

"You're wrong," Mikasa denied despite the fact her face was pale and she looked sick.

"What I'm saying is, you belong to a clan created to protect and obey at the cost of losing their true selves. In other words, salves."

"Stop!" Armin shouted. "Leave her alone!"

"Do you want to know what I hate more than anything else in the world?" Eren asked without waiting for an answer. "Anyone who isn't free. They're no better than cattle."

Armin's brows furrowed. "Eren!"

"The mere sight of you has always made me so damn angry, and now I finally know why. All of you are controlled by one thing or another." His gaze glided over the three of them before stopping on Mikasa. "I just couldn't stand to look at a slave with no mind of her own. Who always followed orders without question. Believe me when I say this, Mikasa, ever since I was a kid, I've hated you."

Mikasa let out a strained gasp as tears finally began to fall from her eyes and slide down her cheeks.

"Eren! How could you say that to her?!" Armin jumped out of his seat and lunged across the table, fist pulled back to punch him square in the face. Before he could get the hit in, however, Mikasa shot forward and grabbed him, holding his arm behind his back and pushing his face into the tablecloth. She truly was hellbent on protecting Eren, whether she actually wanted to or not.

"Mikasa." Armin stared up at her, shock on his face.

As soon as Mikasa realized what she had done, her entire body flinched.

"See?" Eren used the action to prove his point. "Everything that you've done in your life has been dictated by your Ackerman blood."

"I-" Mikasa let go of Armin immediately and backed away, hands in the air. "I was just-"

Eren smirked. "That blood is all you really are."

As yet another tear slid down Mikasa's cheek, Armin flew into a rage once more and swung again. This time, his fist collided with Eren's cheek, knocking both of them and the table over in the process.

As soon as the two scrambled to their feet, Armin went for another attack. Able to predict his actions, however, Eren quickly dodged before uppercutting Armin in the jaw. Armin now dazed, Eren grabbed him quickly by the jacket and tossed him into the cabinet. Bottles and wine glasses shattered as Armin slammed into them.

Vera jumped up to rush to Armin's aid but Mikasa grabbed her arm, keeping her away from the conflict. Vera wasn't sure whether she was doing this out of her instinct to protect Eren or whether she wanted to keep Vera from getting hurt as well, but either way, she didn't like it.

Seconds later, the doors flew open and two of Eren's men, armed with rifles, entered the room.

"I don't need help," Eren told his followers as he watched Armin push himself up again. "Hey, Armin, the two of us have never actually fought before, have we?"

Grunting, Armin stepped forward and swung his fist again. Eren dodged it easily.

"You know why that is?" Eren counterattacked and landed another hit to Armin's face. He punched the smaller boy over and over again until he was bleeding from his mouth and nose and his face was covered in bruises. "It's because it would never be a fair fight!"

"Mikasa, let me go!" Vera struggled, and just as Armin collapsed to the floor, she was able to break free of Mikasa's grip. Throwing herself down beside Armin, Vera made sure to position herself between him and Eren. "Leave him alone, you monster!" she snapped.

"Please ... just stop," Mikasa begged, her face wet with tears.

Chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath, Eren stared down at the beaten and bruised Armin. "Like I said at the start, conflict is unnecessary—at least not if you tell us where Zeke is. So just come along quietly." He then turned to his men. "Take them. And bring the kid who killed Sasha too."

"Yes, sir."

Wrapping her arms around Armin, Vera slowly helped him back to his feet. "So that's it?" Armin wheezed. "That's all you came here to say? Is this the freedom you wanted? The freedom to hurt Mikasa? You're a slave too and your master's a worthless bastard."

Eren damn near growled. "Who you calling a slave?" He turned his back on everyone. "Let's go."

Mikasa shuddered. "Go where?"

"The place where it all started. Shiganshina."

As Vera and the others were led outside by Eren's lackeys, Hange and Falco were being loaded into one of the last carriages. With a gun pressed to their head, Hange didn't have any choice but to submit. Their green trench coat had been stripped and their hands had been tied behind their back. Soon after, Vera, Mikasa, and Armin faced the same fate.

Vera looked around frantically for her other friends, but there was no sight of Connie or Jean, indicating they had already been taken.

"Wouldn't want you lot planning anything on the trip home." Floch grinned as he grabbed Vera by her hair and ripped her away from Armin and Mikasa. Then, with a rough push, he forced her into the carriage with Hange and the unconscious boy.

As soon as an armed Jaegerist joined them inside, the door was promptly shut and the carriage began to move. Struggling against her restraints, Vera pulled herself into the seat beside Falco, who was bandaged up but still looking pretty rough.

Gaze glued to the small gap in the thick curtains covering the windows, Vera tried her best to figure out where she and the others were being taken. Halfway through the ride, Falco began to groan and squirm. His eyes fluttered and his jaw clenched.

"What's the matter?" Hange leaned forward the best they could.

Eyes half-open, Falco looked up at Vera. "I feel like I just got shocked by electricity," he moaned as pain coursed through his body. Suddenly, his physical injuries were no longer the biggest concern.

Glancing up, Vera and Hange made eye contact. Their shared look spoke volumes.

"Wait, does that mean ...?" Hange questioned and the guard next to them tightened his grip on his rifle. They knew better than to finish their inquiry aloud, but Vera read the look in their one uncovered eye like a book.

The wine had been tainted by Zeke's spinal fluid, and whatever he had just done, it had affected everyone who had drank some. Thankfully, either because Falco had only ingested a little or because he was so far away from Zeke, his reaction seemed muted for the time being.

Vera felt her heart ache at the thought of everyone who had drank the wine. And more to that point, if Zeke was just now triggering the ones infected with his spinal fluid, did that mean he was no longer under guard? What had happened to Levi? Had he drunk any of the wine?

Vera closed her eyes tight and tried not to think about all the danger Levi could be in while she was sitting there, tied up and captured like a pathetic pawn in Eren's sick game. Pathetic. Eren had called her as much himself. He had also accused her of gravitating between strong men, looking for someone to lead her, guide her, control her.

Vera tried to shake the thought out of her head. She must have looked crazy to everyone else in the cramped carriage, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except for escaping and making sure Eren didn't succeed in his maniacal plan.

Hange wanted to say something to calm the increasingly panicked woman across from them, but the guard was already staring daggers into the side of their head. So instead of saying anything, they decided to do one better. Without warning, Hange leaned back and kicked their legs against the door of the carriage. The door burst open, shards of wood splintering off where the lock had been ripped through the exterior. Then, before the guard could react, they threw themself against him, trapping him against the other side of the carriage with all of her weight.

"Go!" Hange's frantic expression pierced Vera's soul, breaking through the fear holding her in place and spurring her into motion.

When Vera lunged toward the open door, the guard let out an angry grunt and pushed Hange off of himself. Unable to catch themself from her fall, Hange landed hard on top of Vera and they both fell to the floor.

Just when Vera thought they were done for, Hange leaned forward, their breathing ragged. "Giant forest," she whispered just loud enough for Vera alone to hear. "Find Levi. Stop Zeke. End this."

Then, before Vera had the chance to react, Hange sat up with all the strength they had left and kicked Vera out of the moving carriage. With a hard thud, Vera landed in the street, dust billowing all around her and a dull ache in her side where Hange's boot had dug into her ribcage. Debris in her lungs, Vera let out a few strained coughs as she pushed herself to her feet again without the help of her hands.

"Get her!" someone shouted as the carriages slowed to a stop.

Turning back toward Hange, who was being roughly dragged back by the guard, Vera gave her a firm nod of confirmation and high-tailed it out of there.

Lungs burning from fear and copious amounts of inhaled dust, Vera darted through the side streets of the city, unsure where she was going. The only thing guiding her was the shouting behind her; wherever they were, she ran in the opposite direction. It was surprisingly hard to flee with her hands restrained but she managed. The thought of finding Levi and honouring Hange's trust thrust her forward, igniting strength in her aching legs even when she thought there was none left.

Eventually, the only shouting of the Jaegerists to be heard were the ones echoing in her head. Slowing to a stop, Vera doubled over and gasped for breath. It was then she noticed the metallic taste on her tongue and the burn in her throat. She let out another few coughs and was genuinely shocked when blood didn't splatter onto the dirt at her feet.

Looking around, she took in her surroundings. From what she could tell, she had made it to the edge of the city, closer to wall Sina than she had expected, and she had lost her pursuers.

The sun was beginning to set by then and she needed to find a way to get out to the giant forest. Glancing around herself, she located a rusted pipe and used the jagged edge to cut the ropes around her wrists. She nicked her skin a couple of times, and her hands were bleeding slightly by the time the rope loosened and fell to the ground, but she was finally free.

Rubbing away the blood and soreness from struggling against the ropes on her wrists, Vera inhaled sharply, stilling her racing mind so she could focus on what she needed to do next.

Hand coming up to her chest, Vera rested her palm over her dahlia necklace and exhaled. First, she needed to get a horse and make it out to the giant forest. Then, all that was left to do, according to Hange, was find Levi, stop Zeke, and end this.

Easy. No big deal. Vera could definitely do this. And even if she couldn't, she was certainly going to try anyway.

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lunarcovehq · 6 months

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Jasmine St. Claire is a witch that currently resides in Echo Acres and has been a Lunar Cove resident for about 2 years, just long enough to witness all of joys Lunar Cove has to offer such as a healthy dose of murder.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: May 6, 1990

OCCUPATION: Owner of The Seen It Route

FACECLAIM: Greta Onieogou

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Witch

INHERENT ABILITIES: Intangibility, Spirit Raising & Telepathy

COVEN POSITION: Member

COVEN ABILITY: Air Manipulation

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, JASMINE ST. CLAIRE

Trigger Warnings: Parental Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Self Harm, Violence, Death

Jas St. Claire, born by the name of Jasmine Chamberlain, held little memories of her mother, but there were two that seemed to be seared into the back of her mind, like a flicker of a flame that couldn’t be put out no matter how hard she tried. The first was of her mother’s soft finger tips, not rough to the world around her or littered with calluses like Jasmine’s would eventually be, brushing back that of the young girl’s curls. The sweet coos of her mother’s voice rang in her ear as the woman kissed the plumb tinted bruises beginning to emerge along her skin marking one many repercussions from the rigorous black magic lessons.

Don’t worry, Darling. It’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. Only, fate would tell a different story.

Jasmine’s father, Silas Chamberlain, with his deep blue eyes, fair complexion and sandy hair, was a man who once belonged to another - her mother’s best friend at that- and didn’t seem to care about much of anything outside of himself and his growing desire for power. He was obsessed with being remembered. He wanted to be not only a great witch, but the best their ever was and, to do that, he was convinced that he would have to surpass that of the Reapers- the original dark coven that created vampires long ago. Maybe a part of him truly did love her mother, Violet St. Claire. Maybe as the pair of witches began to spend more and more time together, the boundaries that once had been so clearly defined began to blur and the next they knew they were consorting behind closed doors. Or maybe he had seen an opportunity to take advantage of Violet and managed to seduce her into joining the ranks of the Dark Coven he had been recruiting behind his own wife and children’s backs. Either way, the story remains the same.

Silas might have started out attempting to keep the dark coven he was forming a secret, but as time went on and the more powerful these Reaper Wannabes began to be, the less careful he became and the less and less he seemed to care about abiding by the accords or bothering to hide what he was up to. He was becoming a liability- not only putting a target on his back in the eyes of the hunters but also becoming a threat to the Council as his actions could potentially expose the species identities to the world. In fear of what might become of her children, Silas’ wife finally left him, packing up her children and fleeing to the Cove. While Violet remained. The pair married and she practically placed Jasmine within Silas’ grasp for him to mold little Jas into the dark magic prodigal daughter he so desired. And oh, did she learn.

It started with pain infliction. She’d hurt herself in minor ways to leave victims of her father writhing on the ground having suffered excruciating pain and agonizing migraines. Her mother would help her bandage up her cuts and bruises, give her a light kiss on her temple and send her back on her way only for Silas to tear away another object from her possession to sacrifice in some sort of spell. Life went on like this for quite some time until she eventually grew to stop caring about personal objects or possessions all together which brings us to memory number two...

Her father had just been arrested for his crimes. Something the dark coven had been expecting seeing that Silas had chosen to turn himself in. He was a killer whom had not only broken the law, but the accords. The Council wanted his head for having exposed what he was to a small handful of humans and, if they didn’t take his head, the hunters soon would. He needed to buy himself time and so he escaped his death sentence from the Council by getting himself locked up behind human bars instead. Safe behind his cell, he would be able to continue to lead his Dark Coven and operate within the other criminal organizations he was tied to. But, low and beyond, without her father’s looming presence, her mother finally began to see reason.

Jasmine remembered the way her mother frantically packed up their things, tossing shirts and shoes haphazardly into a bag as she searched for the family grimoire. She remembered the frightened and yet fierce look in her mother eyes as she told her ‘we can’t stay here’. She remembered her mother taking her to a nearby motel and hastily moving towards the phone to call a friend who would help them.

He’ll help us. He’ll get us to Providence and from there we’ll travel to the Cove and we’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.

And she remembered the way her mother’s body suddenly clammed up as she began to choke on her own oxygen.

The little witch once believed she had known the costs that came with dark magic. Jasmine knew the pain that seared through her veins as she cut herself to perform a spell. She knew the loss that came with watching a stuffed animal she adored or the polaroid or locket she kept close to her chest set aflame. But, nothing, no consequence could even come close to this. Jasmine had only ever performed necromancy twice for her father. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time. But, now at the age of sixteen, she stood there, horrified as Death had come to claim that of her mother as payment for one of the lives she had raised back in the day. The rest of that day was a blur. Her vision misty from the tears that kept on falling. But she did remember how she picked up the phone and called her father. She may have resented him, she may have even hated him and it may have been stupid for her to alert him of where she was and that an old friend of her mother’s was on their way to get her at that very moment. But, she still just a kid. One who was petrified; consumed by pain and the fear of what would happen if she was found there clutching over what was left of the woman who raised her. Only she’d never know, because by the time the family friend of her mothers pulled up to the motel to find her, her mother’s body was long gone curtesy of her father’s lengthy advice.

After that day, Jasmine’s life began to change for the better. Her mother’s friend took her in and adopted her as one of his own. She was enrolled in a high school in New York and, although she was met with judgmental stares and hushed whispers given that her biological father was still a notorious criminal locked away in jail, her life became some semblance of normal. She got good grades, went off to college, became a journalist and, all and all, kept her head down, terrified of what might happen again if she was to get too close to someone again. After all, Death still had one more life to collect from her. And yet, despite her better judgement urging her to stay as far away from Lunar Cove and her half siblings residing there, she found her curiosity getting the best of her as she once again found herself wondering what her life might have been like had her mother still be alive and if the pair had been able to escape off to the fantastical safe haven on that dreaded night.

#taken witch #all #greta onieogou #jasmine st claire #Coven member #lunar cove times #downtown #The Seen It Route owner #The Seen It Route

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Reminiscent

i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw

“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”

You weren’t the clubbing type.

Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you.

“She good, dude?”

A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”

And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.

Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.

A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you.

“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”

They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.

You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.

Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop.

Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.

Why won’t he stop?

When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.

And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.

—

It’s nothing like what they show on tv.

There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.

You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.

At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes.

Or worse; pitying ones.

So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy.

The nightmares are just that; nightmares.

And things are fine, until they’re not.

—

“Baby, you’re here!!”

There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.

When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”

“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”

She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.

She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.

For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.

“Oh, wait–”

Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.

“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”

She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.

And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”

The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”

She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.

So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”

She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”

And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.

She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.

She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him.

It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before.

Happy.

She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.

And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.

You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.

“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.

Not when you still feel all… brittle.

—

Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement.

She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.

Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you.

Your heart stutters.

“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.

He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”

You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.”

There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.

He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you.

“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”

You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”

“We’re celebrating?” you ask.

She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”

Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”

Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.

You can handle one night of small talk.

—

You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.

Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.

Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.

They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.

“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.

“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”

“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”

You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”

And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes.

Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”

The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”

If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”

You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground.

“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath.

Goosebumps prickle along your arms.

Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–

“Iwa.”

It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.

“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”

He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–

“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”

His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.

And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.

“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”

You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. ��Sometimes.”

His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but…

You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–

You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin.

“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”

You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.

“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.”

He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”

And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free.

It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.

The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.

Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit.

“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.

Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”

“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”

Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.

You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.

And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–

Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth.

“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”

And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”

Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”

Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”

His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.

“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”

Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen.

And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.

The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come.

You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion.

You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.

And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.

“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”

Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.

It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.

Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–”

You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.

“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you.

Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.

“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.

And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.

Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips…

“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”

It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it…

But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him.

With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.

“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.

His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.

Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.

And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.

“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”

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