#Empath of The Least Resistance

[thanakite]

Margot using her life experiences to relate to and empathize with Juliette is amazing and precious to me

#first kill #margot fairmont #margot atwood #juliette fairmont #parents #my parents never try to empathize with me #they actively resist it #seeing parents actually care and try tears at me #but I love it anyway because it gives an example to look at #something to hope others in the world are receiving instead at least

[royal-they]

something i feel like people do not talk about enough is how the empire strikes back was a major inspiration for season 4. bc thats like such byler proof idk what else to say like,

luke going off by himself to study to become a jedi with yoda. el going off by herself to get back her powers with brenner. confronting their pasts? their first huge losses? them both cutting their training short bc they have to go save their friends so everyone doesnt die? vecna being revealed to be henry similar to how vadar was revealed to be anakin? and of course their powers. you get the point. very similar arcs. and okay maybe im looking too much into this but han and leia feel so similar to will and mike to me. or even max and lucas a bit bc han is essentially put in a coma at the end of the movie like max but mainly byler.

like maybe im crazy but does this remind anyone else of this???

also like theres the whole weird ass love triangle with leia luke and han. and like leia and luke kiss before theyre separated and at the end theyre siblings and han and leia are together and idk. i dont see mike and el as siblings personally it’s more just the idea ig that luke was a way for leia to ignore her feelings for han.

“We need you.” “We need?” “Yes.” ”What about you?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What about us?” “We’re friends. We’re friends.”

the deflecting is just like weirdly similar. it’s just too similar to me at least to not mean something. especially when the duffer brothers empathized so many times how it inspired season fours ending. i just cant unsee it. el is so obviously luke to me and han and leias storyline where they have to break off and do a bunch of shenanigans trying to escape the empire and also help the resistance on their own is kind of like the cali crew trying to escape the government and help el and their friends back in hawkins. and will and mike are the center of that storyline.

it’s too many parallels. i dont know how im supposed sit here with this information just wondering wtf the writing room was doing and not combust.

#byler #stranger things #byler analysis #it’s 11 pm. why is this what im thinking about. dear adhd. wtf. let me sleep.

[ginmoonnet]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Promise ︴˚࿔₊•

[Wanderer 🐈‍⬛]

Summary: Missing someone is difficult, and trying to forget is not easy either. (／_＼)

Genre: Kinda angst(? Idk it has some

♡︎ Wanderer x fem! Reader (I tried to make it gn! Reader but failed miserably, srry)

Note: Use of “Kuni/Kunikuzushi” referring to Wanderer

It's been about a few months since the two of you broke off any kind of contact.

You can still remember the last time you saw each other in person before what happened, you can even feel his warm hug before leaving saying that you would see each other soon, his image is still projected in your head waving his hand saying goodbye to you with a smile for What would seem like just a few weeks, nothing that hadn't happened before... that's why that last call impacted you so much.—Let's break up—. He blurted out abruptly, not even deigning to give you a coherent explanation. You laughed, thinking it was a joke, but the silence on the other end of the line stopped you in your tracks.—What? What do you mean?—. Another silence; It was true that the last few days they had been having disputes but you didn't think it was that serious.— You’re joking, right? You can’t be for real…Kuni?—. However, you didn't have time to ask anything else since after hearing the beep when hanging up the call he had already blocked or at least deleted you from most of his social networks and you didn't muster the courage to say anything else either.

That's how you didn't call him for sixty days. You felt empty, cold, you even considered finding some vice to distract yourself from that feeling... which you discarded for obvious reasons. Still, you felt like all your attempts to resist calling him or even thinking about it were going down the drain in a matter of seconds, one after the other.

You tried to excuse him, to excuse yourself so you wouldn't feel so guilty in case you lost to yourself and went after him once again. “Maybe he's confused”, “I should call him, it's probably all a misunderstanding”, “we can solve it together”, but you better than anyone knew that it wasn't true and even if they managed to talk, the damage to what they once had was done, which, although it took you a while, you ended up accepting... or so you believed until you couldn't resist it anymore that cold and lonely night.

You waited for a while, feeling more and more regretful with each beep your cell phone made as you waited for him to answer.

When you were just about to chicken out and hang up, you heard a voice on the other end of the line.—…Y/N?—. You felt a lump form in your throat, you could almost see how your nose began to turn red and your eyes glazed over.—I…I'm sorry—. You responded, almost in a whisper.—It’s…okay, Y/N—. He said, no, it wasn't right and he should know it perfectly, right?.—I did it accidentally, it's just... today I saw someone who looked like you and... I thought maybe it was you but…—. Your voice was cut off for a moment, you swallowed heavily and continued.—But you're not here and that's none of my business anymore, I know, it's just that I couldn't help it, I wanted to say hello to you, to know if everything was okay, if You were fine, just that...—.

Kunikuzushi remained silent throughout, letting you talk like he always did, like he always did until that last call. Remembering it made you shed some silent tears, why?. Why, if that time he forced you to swallow your words and doubts, why didn't he did it again? Why did he seem to try to empathize with you? Did he feel sorry for you? for you?. That last thought was the one that gave you the courage to direct your index finger to that red button on the screen but his voice stopped you.—Don't worry, I'm fine... How…how have you been?—. He asked, in the warmest way he had spoken to you in months.

Your chin began to tremble and tears fell uncontrollably, making your head throb.—Kunikuzushi I'm going to hang u…—. You couldn't finish your sentence because he interrupted you without warning. —I'm sorry, Y/N—. A muffled sigh escaped your lips, as if it had been trying to escape from your throat for some time now..—What…?—.

—It wasn't your fault, none of this was your fault, it's just that, I was afraid and I acted without thinking. I was not going through my best moment and I hid it from you for months but I simply couldn't take it anymore, I didn't have the courage to explain myself to you at that moment and I hurt you but that was never my intention, quite the opposite…—. He answered you, calmly, although you could hear the remorse in his voice.—A-after a few days I thought about confessing everything to you, but with what face would I go and explain to you?! After all…the damage had already been done and I thought that not talking to you anymore would be better than trying to clean up my mess, y’know?—. He explained, after that and awkward silence didn’t hesitate to get in the conversation.

—…I waited—. You confessed.—Huh?—. He blurted out, somewhat disconcerted.— I waited, days, weeks and then months. I waited for a call or I don't know, maybe a message?, Any sign that all this could be a mistake... but they never came, Kunikuzushi, they never did—. Silence, the boy didn't know what to respond so you continued.—There are still days that I wish this was all a bad dream, you know?...ha...Even in the mornings when I wake up, I find myself hugging a lot of pillows like I hugged you, but it's not the same and it's sad because I feel like I'm the only one still clinging to the othe—.

—Me too, to be honest—. The blue-haired man stated.

—Huh?, what do you mean?—. You asked.—I also think about you, a lot. I also imagine you with me sometimes…but it's not the same, and it’ll never—.

—Be the same—. You responded.—Yes…—. He confirmed.

After a silence that felt strangely comfortable you spoke again.—So, what now?—. You weren't sure what to do, you wanted to see him, hug him, although, was that really what you wanted?. You were beginning to believe that kicking him to get paid for what he had done to you was also a great option.—I have no idea—. He responded, laughing a little to himself which you also did.—…Thank you for calling me—. He said with regret. You processed his words before responding.—Thank you for responding—. So they both laughed a little again before another silence appeared.

Even when those chuckles and giggles were recents they felt somehow nostalgic for some reason. After a while they both fell silent once again.

—Hey Y/N—. He called you by your name, like he always did.—Yes, Kuni?—.He laughed at the nickname, he hadn't heard it in a while and he was starting to miss it.—I still love you—. You thought for a moment before answering.—Yeah…me too—. You sighed.

Even though y’all had just declared your love after so long, those words felt more like a farewell and, for some strange reason, this time you felt calm.

—I think I'm going to love you for the rest of my life...can I?—. He asked with some shyness and uncertainty. You scoffed at his words and the tone of voice with which he recited them.—Good night, Kuni—. Even though you couldn't see him, he smiled at your words.—Sweet dreams, Y/N—. My dear Y/N…

A/N: TMI!

-NYEHEHRHEHEHE 😼😼😼😼

-I’ll be honest with y’all. I wanted this to be breathtaking, heartbreaking, so sad, horrible miserable, but I didn’t felt like crying that day so ur welcome ig LOL

-It may look as if I was working on everything but the fic that I started and haven’t realized the second part haha hehe hoho…and it’s partially true (I will upload it, someday, I swear) BUT I already got the Xiao and Wanderer one shot finished a while ago and the only thing I did was translate so yeah.

Kisses hugs.

—Moonヽ(^‥^=ゞ). ミ★

Masterlist for other works!

#scaramouche angst #Kunikuzushi angst #wanderer angst #genshin au #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin fluff #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi au #kunikuzushi fluff #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #wanderer au #wanderer fluff #wanderer x reader #scaramouche au #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin oneshots

[cheolsfae]

𑁍 Svt as your bf

Requested: Nope

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Warning(s): None

Requests are open!

S. Coups

P R O T E C T I V E asf!

Someone's bothering you? He's there!

Would give you advice on how to handle the situation if he isn't there.

Clingy little booger.

Cozy, rainy day

You two were laying on the bed snug as a bug!

You laying on his chest listening to his heart beat

Slowly both of you guys falling asleep (watching twilight cause duh lmao)

When I tell you this man would run out and get you snacks at 3 in the morning...!

You want chocolate chip cookies? He's got you!

You've got him too though.

He's having a rough day at work? You're there giving the best moral support/advice you possibly can

You guys are so supportive of each other! 😭

When he's driving — hand on your thigh

So touchy!

Wonwoo

Quality time is his vibe

He's playing video games, you're off doing in the same room

Comfortable silence

Sometimes though, he wanted a lot of attention

When he wanted it, he would do it in little tiny ways

He'd hold your pinky in his

He'd start playing with your hair

If you didn't give the attention he'd pout about it until you did. Very cute

Mingyu

This man is the definition of golden retriever!

Loves to be little spoon

Not that he can't be big spoon, this man refuses to be!

Occasionally, he will be if you need it

But for the most parts, it's him.

The literal definition of empath

You're crying? He's crying while trying to comfort you.

Your excited about a new game coming out? He's just as hyped about it as you are

Date nights at least once a week assuming he isn't on tour

He's mostly planing them

A lot of them are fancy too!

When you guys are out in public, he's holding onto you in some way

He's holding your waist, your hand, even the sleeve of your shirt if need be

Anywhere he can touch → he's touching

Buys you flowers very often!

He just loves you sm! 😭

Vernon

Chilled out

A little too chilled out at times.

You remember how they said he'd eat sandwiches everyday if no one cooked for him?

Well, neither of you knew how to cook.

The guy was okay with eating sandwiches everyday if you made them

You didn't even do anything special with them

Just that you made them made them taste better to him

Maybe made with love?

Never got jealous really

He knew who you were going home with at the end of the night. He knew you'd never leave him for someone else

He had complete trust in you

Joshua

Kind and gentle type

Very romantic!

He'd made you a scrapbook with all of your firsts together for an anniversary present.

There was even a pressed flower from the very first bouquet he'd gotten you in there!

He'd take you on romantic get-a-ways when you were both very stressed with work and needed a break

He likes to comb/brush your hair.

Sometimes he's even shampoo your hair for you!

He would help you whenever you were cooking in the kitchen.

He loved to bake sweets for you to eat!

Jeonghan

Loves to cause a little bit of trouble for you!

Absolute prankster

He'd gotten sick one time and kept trying to get you to give him a kiss

Every time he'd attempt it, you'd dodge him but in the end you'd ended up getting sick because who could resist him?

He would even sometimes draw on your face when you were sleeping

Of course, you'd do the same

It was a playful goofy relationship

The best kind in my opinion

But when things got serious, they got serious

He knew when to stop the act and behave accordingly

The absolute best!

Woozi

Obviously, not big on pda

Definitely the one to initiate it, though, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with it.

When he's working late in the studio, you'd drop by and hang out with him until he's done

Often ended with you passed out on the couch lol

He would ask your opinion on what you thought of what he was making

He valued it so much!

He took some of your advice when you offered it and vice versa!

When he was frustrated with work, you'd force him to take a quick break and take a nap with you. He was constantly over doing it!

Dude needs a break!

Seungkwan

Sassy, sassy, sassy

You dish it out, he takes it and vice versa!

Little he said / they said tiffs

More like the "I love you more" "no I love you more" type of vibe

He loves to gossip with you about all your mean and rude customers/coworkers/patients etc.

"I cant believe [insert name here] did that! Oh my God, how are they not fired yet?!"

You're fired up about a situation, so is he.

He likes to play argue with you, know what I mean?

Almost an enemies to lovers situation when you guys first met

He was pretty blunt when he's met you.

Nothing rude, just the way he was saying things was more direct than what you were used to so it rubbed you the wrong way.

Sooner or later it got cleared up obviously because you guys got together

Cute feisty relationship!

Dk

Big Ole ball of energy/positivity

You having a bad day? Not anymore!

Will literally do anything to see you smile

This man particularly hates to see you cry. Breaks his heart!

You'd come home sobbing because you'd gotten scolded at work for forgetting to clean up one thing, it was an accident

Seokmin would be right there trying his best to comfort you "You want me to go yell at your boss for you?" he'd joke

You'd laugh a little and tell him no.

He'd set up a little movie date at the house for you.

Binge watching whatever show you that cheered you up the most

You wouldn't leave his side the whole night

Hoshi

Maybe a little possessive

Jealous when you are giving others more attention than him!

Not like off the rails psychotic jealous

More pouty than actually jealous

It's so cute though

One time, you'd been talking with Dk about something silly.

Soonyoung had walked in seeing the two of you laughing your asses off

The little puffy cheeked man was huffy

He plopped down next to you and pulled you close to him giving Dk the stink eye 😭

Dk sitting there like ?????

Bending himself backwards to make you happy!

He doesn't even have to!

He just does it because he wants to keep you!

His philosophy is "you keep them, how you got them" (I hope that makes sense)

You treat him the same way!

Junhui

Another golden retriever!

Himbo energy lmao

He loves to make you laugh in any way he possibly can

This dude will make himself a whole ass clown just to even get you to crack a hint of a smile!

For date nights, he picks out your outfits

They aren't always great but you know, he made an effort and you always wore them because it was so sweet of him to do that for you

Couples shirts are a must!

Not everyday but pretty often.

They're usually corny, though

Like one time he'd bought you a shirt with his face on it and he'd had on the one with yours

Treats you so well!

Minghao

Not lovey-dovey but would shower you with acts of service and quality time!

Loves it when you're just hanging with him while he's painting or maybe even doodling and you're doing your own thing

Just being in the same space with you brings him peace 🥰

Date nights are something similar.

Except you guys are doing an activity together.

Maybe yoga, maybe ceramics

For some reason, I think pottery is something you guys would enjoy together

He's there putting the slip on your nose playfully!

It's adorable! Ajdndj

Dino

CLINGY

A little koala lmao

Constantly at your side

Maybe a little codependent

You know those anxious dogs that follow their owners everywhere and get annoyed when they leave a room?

This is him! But in a less dramatic way lol

You're in the kitchen cleaning dishes? He's sitting on the table talking with you or maybe helping you.

He's so cute

He's down bad for you!

All because you've got his heart!

He'd even ditch practice if you called him telling him you'd had a bad day.

Coups would be upset about it lol

But Dino didn't care. He knew you needed him!

He'll do anything for you!

A/N: May start a tag list? If you want to be added, lmk through ask , and I'll add ya! Requests are open!

Feedback is welcome!

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #choi seungcheol #jeon wonwoo #boo seungkwan #hansol vernon chwe #hong jisoo #kim mingyu #kwon soonyoung #lee chan #svt dino #dk seventeen #yoon jeonghan #lee jihoon #woozi #the8 #wen junhui #xu minghao #moon junhui #seventeen reactions #seventeen smut #seventeen scenarios

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Like Suki beautifully and confidently said in one of her ratchet interviews “I come from a long line of whores.” I grew up in a family system where most of the women were incredibly sassy and sexual. Later in life I found out that at least 2 were even a bit whorish—which would have been fine if they weren’t so riddled in shame and guilt about their secret lives. The inheritance of sass and a high sexual nature were the reasons my mum fell pregnant with me as a middle-aged woman. It was odd (and still is) for a woman to give birth to a child when she was (is) in her mid-40s. For the first few weeks after her period stopped, she thought that she was going into menopause, Finally. Little did she know that it was just her plump root and sacral energies activated. And now she was pregnant with me. It took me years for me to learn to move this energy throughout my body so that I could stop attracting lovers who just wanted to fuck, but didn't want to adore and love me. Venusian woman, learning to convert your abundance of sacral energy up into your heart, throat, and 3rd eye will probably be your biggest work in this lifetime. I utilized deep diaphragmic breathing. Connection to nature. Lots of forgiveness work —forgiveness makes your heart softer and belly more relaxed and even smaller because toxins are released and your energy starts to flow freely again. You are not holding onto anything or needing anything from anyone. The key with forgiveness is that you must eventually elevate into a spaciousness where there is really nothing to forgive. You have no desire or need to hold grievances or blame or shame yourself or another human soul. When you need nothing, energy blocks dissolve. The debt clears and resistance and tension are lifted. Your heart frees and new narratives sow. Forgiveness that eventually evolves into the spaciousness where there is nothing to forgive sets your body, energy, and memories free. Back in the day when my lover was male, I would suck his dick often by candlelight or in the bright natural light with my heart full of joy and an ocean of tears in my eyes. Time ceased to exist and I would be sucking him like a God with an abundance of water streaming down my legs and face. Open-hearted lingam worship is primally nourishing, expansive, relaxing, and energizing to the female body. Any kind of heartfelt, vulnerable oral sex is an act love and worship—divine energy, especially when you consciously draw the slippery honey and heat sensations up from your sacral into your spine, heart, throat, and 3rd eye/forehead area. I unconsciously started threading my dances with some neck, shoulder, and throat playfulness, similar to the Ethiopian dance "Eskriska" to loosen the tension around shoulders and heart so that energy could flow into my 3rd eye without being blocked. Tight or painful shoulders express for a variety of reasons: pushing yourself too hard, poor posture, experiencing anxiety,worry or fear of heartache therefore you walk around bracing yourself for a blow or impact, or attempting to control life. Learning to give relief to your shoulder relaxes your body and quiet worries and concerns and permits higher consciousness to circulate. Lots of belly work--everything from belly massages to speaking life into my belly, giving it commands and decrees, playing jazz songs to my belly to stimulate the energy to flow upwards towards my heart. Lots of spinal flexion like the “cat cow." Professional pelvic care for 6 months. Too much concentrated sexual energy will always express in shadowy ways. It also makes you too watery and overly-empathic, easily taken advantage of, resulting in tremendous heartaches and heartbreaks. I ascended from a long line of strong medicine people: healers, herbalists, dancers, mystics, housekeepers, educators, lovers, and warriors. One day Aunt Verna had a little bit too much to drink and blurted out in the kitchen that 2 women in the family line were also whores. I pretended not to hear. --India Ame'ye, Author, Venus Energy and Its Management

#Youtube

[eufezco]

;Y/N'S CAMERA ROLL☁️🧘🏻‍♀️🌻 DATING TYLER VERSION

📸 — It was the first time that Jericho put up Christmas lights and Mr. Galpin wanted to invite you and Tyler to dinner to celebrate it. Tyler's relationship with his dad got better since you started dating him. When Tyler told you that his relationship with his dad was shitty you decided not to intervene but it was really affecting Tyler and from what you saw, it was just pure a lack of communication between the two men.

You talked to Mr. Galpin without Tyler knowing and you explained how was Tyler and why it was so important for him to have his dad go with him to at least one session with Kinbott. Apparently, Mr. Galpin was quick to understand and empathize with Tyler, and that's how he ended up hugging his son with a smile on his face in a photo for you. Tyler was the happiest.

📸 — ¨Oh no, don't hide. You are so cute."

You woke up before Tyler did. You covered him with the blankets, making sure that he was warm enough to continue sleeping while you went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Then you lay in bed again with him and peppered his face with kisses, mumbling to him that breakfast was ready but he hummed in response and trapped you between his arms. "Just five more minutes." Tyler whined while you fought against his hold laughing and you managed to escape him. Defeated, he tried to hide using the blanket and the pillow.

📸 — "Okay, everyone look here!"

Tyler was the best boyfriend ever. Not only he prepared you a surprise birthday party but he also managed to get his father out of his house in enough time for him to bring ten outcasts into his place. He also made dinner for all of you.

All of your friends were there; Xavier was sitting next to your boyfriend. You didn't know how that happened but your heart jumped every time they shared words during the dinner. Next to Xavier was Enid who made sure that everyone attended to the party, and next to her was Yoko who sadly didn't make it in the photo.

Kent and Divina were at both sides of the table. Next to him was Ajax who didn't stop sharing glances with Enid during the whole dinner. Then there were Bianca and Wednesday who helped Tyler to lie to you about the party so it was a real surprise, and who surprisingly have become very good friends lately. Next to Wednesday was your childhood friend, Rowan.

Last but not least, you had Tyler by your side who made everything much better.

📸 — "Come on, pose for me. A photo won't hurt you."

Xavier huffed while you dragged him by his arm next to Tyler but your best friend did not put up much resistance. It was your birthday and Xavier knew that he had to do this for you. Tyler apologized a long ago to him, but still, the sheriff's son didn't give him much confidence. You knew that they'd be great friends, they just needed time.

Tyler threw his arm over Xavier's shoulder and Xavier tilted his head to one side, meaning that maybe it was too much. Tyler pressed his lips together and pointed at you with his head. Xavier rolled his eyes and also threw his arm over Tyler's shoulder.

Oh, the things Xavier did for you.

#wednesday #wednesday fluff #wednesday angst #wednesday imagine #tyler galpin #tyler galpin fluff #tyler glapin smut #tyler galpin angst #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin x fem!reader #tyler galpin x reader #nevermore #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus

[erabu-san]

IDK if someone want to read my Fremillei Brainrot but... here.

FREMILLEI TALKING, watching landscape ( ANGST A BIT (dont worry it ends well) it is not a fanfic bcuz lol i am so bad at writing (if it is not in french)

**CW : self depreciation**

**SLIGHT SPOIL : FREMINET BACKSTORY**

FORGIVE MY POOR ENGLISH BYEEE

Freminet suddenly being pessimist about himself, saying how he can only bring disappointment

"Don't say that !"

Collei shouting a bit fierce, which made Freminet jumping a bit

"You are also have your own strenght-"

He already heard those speech from his big sister but... it sounded different from Collei's mouth

"Look ! You can repare machine, you create toys... that's amazing ! Not everyone can do that ! In Sumeru, we could hire you in Kshahrewar Darshan... Freminet, you are amazing ! You can also diving, fishing..."

Freminet didn't know what to say, he is always gloomy.. "I am sorry Collei... you are just- amazing... compared to me I-"

"Please don't say that.."

Collei looks down.

Freminet suddenly felt guilty

"I am also like you, Freminet" her voice trembling

The young man was perplexed, but too scared to offense, he stayed in silent and just listen

"I feel terrible toward myself. Look, I am slow-learning, it still hard for me to read and write. I made a lot of mistake, I felt miserable... I am so scared to fail, I am so anxious when it comes people expectation... and my dark past growing back, my mind becomes weak and it is overwhelming... and sometime I can't resist them.. it hurts everywhere... it is like..." she stopped. She looked at the sky, trying to not cry. And after her pause, she turned her face to Freminet, with a smile but a broken voice

"It is like I am drowning."

Oh. Those words... that's exactly how he felt too. Those words resonated in him.

"I.. I stopped to trust people ! I hated my mother for giving me up. I hated everyone. But more than hating everyone, I hated myself..."

Freminet couldn't help to think about his mother.. when he didn't know the truth, did he hate her ? Did he hate the orphenage before "Father" took it..? Now he mature a bit, the only person he hate is... himself.

By this thought, he clenched his fist.

Collei took a deep breath and shouted

"BUT LIFE KEEPS GOING"

Freminet startled for a second time

"I met friends... family ! Who are dear to me. They give me their hands. They helped me. They are so patient with me. They love me. I can tell how genuine are their feelings...! And I am grateful to them. I love them too ! To repay them... I decided to become the best person I can be..! Being gloomy won't help me in this goal."

She looked in Freminet's eyes, with a determination stares. It was hard for him to be removed from her gazes.

"So yes, Freminet ! You are also amazing on your own way ! Please believe in you, at least for those you wish to protect !

You also have people you deeply care, right ?"

"Y..yes..."

Collei was silent, it looks like she wished him to continue.

Freminet took Pers in his hands stared his blue eyes.

"When I was young, I fantasized of.. just being emotionless. But, the more I grew up, the more I discovered I was hypersensitive.. it is one of my big weakness."

He did a pause, looking at Pers, deep in his thought.

"The orphenage is my home, and every children was considered like my family but... it felt more like we are just gears to make a big machine functionning. I didn't mind it, at least, I was useful. Everytime I felt lonely, I only have Pers with me."

He wanted to cry. The number of time "Father" scolded him, but he couldn't cry because "Father" hate those who cry.

Collei, was still listening, with an empathic look, as she understood what he was feeling.

"But...! I met Lyney and Lynette and.. even if they were inseparable, Lyney always called me little brother.. Lynette always console me ! In this big family, Lyney and Lynette are my genuine companions, and I can claim it ! And now I also met traveler, and Paimon.. ! I-..."

Ah, this is bad, he wanted to cry so much.

Collei encouraging him, tears in her eyes.

Freminet would usually ran away and go deep underwater, in his safe place, to cry all his heart.. only Romaritime flowers as witness.

But, he bursted to tear, couldn't keep all this feeling for himself anymore.

"I DEEPLY LOVE THEM..!"

Collei smiling, while a tear falling on her cheek

"..yes !"

They both usually alone when they started to feel overwhelmed. But this time, flowers, clouds, and them together were their companions.

////

AFTER A WHILE THEY STOP SOBBING

they are both pretty embarassed but they laughed

This is the first time they both cry with someone else, and.. that's a weird feeling !

#talk #idk what to tag huh #fremillei #I JUST READ FREMINET'S BACKSTORY AND MY BRAIN START TO BRAINROT #haha i would be surprised if someone really read all of this 🫣🫣 #but gosh... as someone who also suffered from depression but is now healed (in some way) #they are both super important for me 😭 #freminet needs to know the warm of friendship so he could accept to have therapy #two kids being sad but one is doing their best to heal and the other one is one his way to accept healing #tw : self depreciation

[dannymultipersonaje]

Mutant Megop

I need to sleep for an exam but before

necesito dormir para un examen pero antes

(google translator is doing the job today)

(google traductor está haciendo el trabajo hoy)

Orion Pax (Optimus Prime) is a human mutant with the empathic power (range... omega?) with cobditional enhancement (Matrix) of resistance and Megatron is a mutant with rapid regeneration and a minor secondary power of sensing telekinetic fields.

Orion Pax (Optimus Prime) es un mutante humano con el poder empático (rango... omega?) con mejoramiento cobdicional (Matrix) de resistencia y Megatron es un mutante con regeneración rápida y un poder secundaria menor de sentir campos telequineticos.

In a nutshell Megs is Magneto and OP is Professor X from Frist Class (at least that's how I think of them in Prime)

en pocas palabras Megs es Magneto y OP es Profesor X de Frist Class (al menos pienso así de ellos en Prime)

think about the possibilities for its Animated versions, someone should write a fanfiction with this premise

piensa en las posibilidades para sus versiones Animated, alguien debería escribir un fanfiction con esta premisa

#megop #optimus prime #megatron #orion pax #x men #mutant boy #au #tf au x men

[xr0tt3nxfl3shx]

The Morality of Mr.Plant and How It Potentially Ties Into Autism Coding

TW:DEATH/HORROR STUFF if youve seen twomp yk whats up

character analysis/I'm not gonna put any more effort into this i just needed to dump my thoughts somewhere, sorry if i sucks a little

The reasoning behind his kills says a lot, and from what I've gathered there have only ever been two.

1. Out of annoyance but specifically IMPULSE spurred by annoyance

2. As an act of justice/out of empathy

Anger Issues

Getting into the first reason, it is important to realize it is only ever impulse AND annoyance combined, as demonstrated during plargos pre-relationship dynamic, Mr. Plant experienced a similar annoyance with Argos that he does with all his murder victims and yet Argos lived. This is because he doesn't kill the people who just annoy him, he kills the people who get annoying enough that the impulses win and Argos never pushed him far enough.

The fact that he never plans any of his kills plays into this idea as well. He does not seek violence even once in the series. At most he fantasizes in moments of annoyance[in the pilot with Argos], he gets the impulse.

What the first and main reason behind Mr. Plants kills says is that Mr. Plant doesn't seek violence, he doesn't enjoy it, it just happens.

Empathy

The second reason behind his murders brings a lot more to light morally speaking.

Mr. Plant kills the adoptive parents when he sees what they did to their last child. This is clear cut, he killed them in an act of justice for what they did to the monster child, in fact it was somewhat implied he did not only kill them but tortured them first which is a something hes never shown to do in the series.

A less extreme example is the tomato man that he turns into soup. This further demonstrates that he has a distinction from right and wrong as he resists his initial violent impulse because "the man was just doing his job after all." Only to change his mind when the tomato says something that pushes him past that limit.

This means that he is capable of experiencing empathy.

This would seemingly make Mr. Plant an enigma given that he's murdered plant children without any empathically himself. But I believe it just means his situation is more complicated than what meets the eye, so here's how all of this ties into Mr. Plant as a character.

Title this segment later(fuck it nvm)

To sum up all of what I've just explained, Mr. Plant isn't sadistic, predatory in his violence. And Mr. Plant, despite doing unjust things and lacking empathy towards his victims, does have a moral compass or sense of justice, and does have empathy at least sometimes.

On the contrary he also treats entities as disposable, when they annoy him too much he ends them and he doesn't feel bad about it, even stating in an episode "He hadn't even hurt anyone, or at least anyone important."

This is where I introduce my theory, that being said I believe (intentionally or not) Mr. Plant is unbelievably autism coded.

A black and white mentality is a common autism symptom(one I experience as well✨️)

With a black and white mentality and being as easily irritable as he is, what happens is he meets someone, they annoy him and immediately Mr. Plant (subconsciously) starts seeing them as a bad thing with no redeeming qualities. He's so easily provoked he subconsciously puts nearly everyone in with the black and they aren't lives that matter anymore, they are obstacles or annoyances. He's also put some characters in with the white, (the blue mushroom, the monster child, Argos eventually) and he deems them worthy of protection and justice

It is very clear how Mr. Plant treats the entities around him as less than, especially with how he doesn't care at all about his victims. It checks out to me that this is because everyone gets grouped into the bad immediately due to his irritability and black and white mentality and in turn living beings become nothing more than a nuisance to him(aka something he can't feel empathy for).

When faced with a child being killed on film, it makes sense that the child would be lumped in with the white, and the abusers would be lumped in with the black. And it makes sense that the child who cut off Mr. Plant's pettle was lumped in with the black as well.

No, it's not fair at all that Mr. Plant holds an annoying child to the same level as a child murder but I don't think this makes Mr. Plant entirely evil per say.

Conclusion

My overall thoughts on Mr. Plant is that he(like me and many other autistic people) has a silly divergent mind that struggles to see the in-between in people. They came off wrong and now they're too annoying to empathize with, or (like with Argos) he's too kind; he isn't a bad entity for killing those guys. And the lack of empathy combined with murderous impulses results in the impulses winning.

He knows his rights from wrongs when he's thinking about it, he just struggles to see past his brain's predisposed notions of good and evil. I think he's in a moral gray area as of now but I'd love to see an arc where he realizes the nuisance in his fellow entities and that in order to pursue a healthy relationship with argos he needs to try and fight against his black and white mentality.

-signed an autistic kid at 5:37 am holy shit THE SLEEP DISORDER IS WILDING

#hey dont take this super serious #these thoughts occupy my mind at all time i just needed to word them #twomrp #mr plant twomp #twomp #i love projecting my autism onto mr plant #the shittiest essay known too man

[deepspacedukat]

The Only One - Part 7: Immoral Comfort

Welp...Part 7, here we are. This is the part I started way before I even wrote Part 1, because I was in a Mood™. I originally thought this was going to be a 3 part story, but it looks like it's gonna be something closer to 12. Tbh, I didn't expect anyone to be interested in this fic because it was such a niche, back-of-the-brain thought. So, thank you to everyone who's made it this far with me and taken the time to leave comments!

I know it's been forever since I updated this, but I hope there are at least a few people who are still interested. I had a very specific way that I wanted things to happen in this chapter and I was being a little too picky about the details, so my apologies for the delay! If you want to be added to or removed from my taglist, please let me know!

*Dominionese language pulled from @dominionese-resource and their Dominionese dictionary. If you want me to clarify where I got certain words or phrases, or how I tried (clumsily) to piece them together myself, please feel free to ask. I probably conjugated a few verbs incorrectly or structured things wrong in places, but I tried. Also, the signature mentioned was based off this post on their blog.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Weyoun (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This has smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Vorta/Human sex, fingering, jealous Dukat, drunkenness, romantic Weyoun, telepathic/empathic connection, mild existential crisis, crying, sorta hurt/comfort? but mostly just stress/comfort, spoilers for S6E4 "Behind the Lines."

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Nearly a month passed from that long, odd day when I met Keevan and his men. I hated having to conceal part of my motives from Weyoun, but I didn’t have much of a choice. There was no way in hell I’d sit idly by while the Changelings took over my home. Major Kira, Odo, and a few others had begun a small resistance cell aboard the station, and so that they wouldn’t jeopardize my mission or I theirs, Kira had ordered me not to attend meetings. I was to keep my ears open and report to her as usual. She was allowing me to help but only in minor ways. Yes, it was important to cause chaos for the Dominion while they were occupying the station, but a position of influence and confidence like I currently held was insanely important for the intelligence gathering task that Starfleet had given me. Hell, I didn’t even know who all the members were.

That was definitely for the best. With the intimacy of the connection that Weyoun and I shared, my lack of knowledge kept myself and the rest of the resistance members safe. I’d have to be content helping in my own little way. Thus far, Dukat trusted me almost as much as Weyoun did, and Damar was slowly coming around to the belief that I wasn’t his enemy. All I had to do now was keep it up and find a way to contact Starfleet Command. Discreetly.

Seated beside each other one evening, Weyoun and I worked on our respective reports. I wasn’t particularly curious about the file he was reading until he picked up a stylus and wrote something. It was an odd group of symbols and marks that I’d never seen before. Without much thought about how rude it probably was, I tilted my head and watched how fluidly his fingers drew the stylus across the data PADD.

“What is that?” I asked quietly, and Weyoun gave me a perplexed look.

“A report about troop movements...?”

“Oh, not the report, I mean this,” I said pointing to the symbols he’d drawn out beneath the final paragraph. A look of understanding washed over him, and he gave me a small smile.

“That is my signature,” he answered simply, and I felt my eyes widen. “Have you not seen Dominionese written out before?”

“I’ve barely heard Dominionese, much less seen it. Is that really your name?” I asked unable to keep the wonder from my voice. I examined the markings a bit more carefully, wondering what each meant in order to form a name as precious as his.

Weyoun set the data PADD aside, picked up an empty one, and wrote the symbols a little neater this time. I watched the way his stylus glided over the PADD’s surface in practiced, fluid movements. When he was finished, he tilted the screen toward me to show me his handiwork, and I couldn’t stop a smile from splitting my lips. The more I looked at the symbols, the harder it became to shake the feeling that I’d seen something like them before.

The pendant! I pulled it out from beneath the collar of my uniform and sure enough, the symbols were similar. The engravings were in Dominionese.

“Weyoun, the pendant you gave me...what does it say?”

“Would you like me to tell you, or would you like me to teach you to read it yourself?” He asked with a twinkle in his eyes, and I felt myself perk up at the implication.

“Would you? I-I mean, are you willing to teach me? I know you’re busy with the station and the war, so I understand if you don’t have the time–” He cut me off with a quick kiss and set the PADD aside as he took my hands in his.

“My dear, I would be honored to teach you the language of your people,” Weyoun murmured. “I’m sure you’ll take to it quite easily. You’ve always been a fast learner, at least from what I’ve seen.”

‘My people.’ Both of us knew they weren’t anything of the sort after what they’d done, but I still appreciated his sentiment. Besides, the hope that he held about a potential reconciliation between myself and the Changelings, while utterly futile, was also incredibly sweet. After all that he'd been through, the fact that he still had hope was just a testament to the strength that the Founders chose not to see in their Vorta followers.

Giving his hands a gentle squeeze, I looked up at the gorgeous purple-eyed being on my sofa. How in the stars did I get so lucky?

Purple blush spread quickly across his cheeks, and Weyoun let out a shy little laugh. Right, the feelings. It had become more natural over the duration of our relationship for us to share our emotions through the strange telepathic connection we'd been granted, but there were still moments where it caught one or both of us off guard.

"As much as I wish I could keep you all to myself tonight and demonstrate exactly how much I adore you, didn't you say you were meeting a friend tonight?" His question pulled me from my reverie, and I blinked in comprehension.

“Computer, what time is it?”

“The time is eighteen-thirty hours,” it responded, and I got to my feet. Shit, he was right, and I was going to be late at this rate.

“Meeting Damar again?” Weyoun asked as he stood, too, and grasped my waist lightly. When I nodded my head, he gave me a gentle smile. “I’m so glad you’re making more friends. I know you were already acquainted with some of the Bajoran officers, but knowing that Keevan and Damar along with some of their officers have become close to you...I’m overjoyed! To tell you the truth, I thought you might feel isolated here given the personnel changes. I-I thought...you might regret staying.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I wrapped my arms around the Vorta’s neck.

“Well, I still feel a little out of place at times, but there are a few people here who’ve been kind to me," I murmured placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. "For the record, you make staying here worth it. As long as I have you, I won't regret leaving Starfleet."

I knew this was only temporary - that as soon as the Federation regained control of the station I'd be back to being a Starfleet officer - but I was going to make the most of this while I could. Sure, I still had my mission and a very important job to do, but I wasn't about to waste my opportunity to soak in Weyoun's presence while I could.

A beautiful, joyful smile stretched his lips, and he pressed his forehead lightly against mine.

"Good, because running this station and protecting Bajor for the Dominion...it would be mind-numbingly dull without you, my dear." That brought a smile to my own lips, but probably for different reasons than he would've anticipated. The Founders would likely have blown a gasket hearing that one of their Vorta toys was bored with the job they'd been created to perform. If that wasn't proof that the Vorta were capable of being so much more than the Changelings thought, I didn't know what was. "Don't be late, now. I'll be here when you get back."

I nodded my head quietly and gave him a tender, parting kiss before making my way toward Quark's.

The Bajoran station was humming with the partially-exhausted crowds that naturally accompanied the end of a shift. Used to the tired throng of people either going for a meal or heading back to their quarters, I used a few of the back corridors - less-traveled areas, of course - to make up some time.

Rather quickly, I found myself slipping into the doorway to the Ferengi's bar and zeroing in on the seat that was held for me out of habit by Dukat's right hand man. Without preamble, I plopped myself on the padded stool and gave a polite nod to the Cardassian in question.

"I was wondering when you'd get here. Usually you're early," Damar said as he brought his glass of kanar to his lips. He seemed in unusually high spirits tonight. Either something minor and gossip-worthy had happened, or I should be very concerned about the state of the war.

"There was a lot of foot traffic tonight. Apparently everyone decided this was the night to be in my way," I said with a dismissive giggle. Quark caught my eye and nodded in acknowledgement. "You look like the cat that got the cream, Glinn. What's got you in such a good mood?"

The Ferengi bartender set my drink in front of me with a wink - I knew for a fact that he flirted with all the patrons who wouldn't kill him in the hopes that he'd get a bigger tip - but before he could leave, Damar's hand landed on his forearm.

"Anything the Lieutenant drinks tonight is on me. This is a celebration," the Glinn said with a smug smirk. Looking at him in surprise, I lifted my glass of kanar in salute.

"Why, thank you, Glinn. If I may ask, what's the occasion?" He tapped his glass against mine, and after we both took a generous swallow - clearly not his first of such this evening - he turned to face me on his stool.

"My impending promotion!" He said puffing up his armor-covered chest.

Uh oh.

"Wait a minute," Quark cut in as he polished a glass, "you started a fight in my bar and they're making you a Gul? What kind of way is that to run an army?"

Weyoun had mentioned the fight only a couple of days before. Apparently, it had been between Cardassian officers and Jem'Hadar soldiers. Quark's concern was completely valid. How the hell did that track?

"Dukat wasn't happy about what happened," Damar started refilling his glass and topping mine off, even though I'd only taken a single sip. "I had to find a way to make it up to him."

"I hope it was something big," Quark chimed in.

"Must've been a hell of a blowjob," I teased, and the tipsy Cardassian let out a raucous laugh.

"Nothing so personal. Let's just say it will change the course of history," he said before draining his glass once more. Quark's eyes met mine. This reeked of trouble.

"As a businessman," the Ferengi started, refilling the Glinn's glass himself, "I'm very interested in the course of history. This one's on me."

Damar accepted the drink with a nod and a raised glass.

"That's very kind of you, Quark, but I can't talk about it." Down the hatch went that drink, and I sipped slowly at mine as I formed a plan. Quark looked over at me, and sighed as he grabbed a third glass.

"Of course, I understand. Have another," he offered, refilling Damar's drink, topping up mine, and pouring one for himself. I'd never imbibed heavily before, but there was a first time for everything.

--

Making our way to Kira's quarters while intoxicated was more difficult that I'd anticipated. Not only did I have to keep myself upright, but I had to try and steady Quark as well. The dirty bastard's hand roamed several times, but a threat to remove them at the wrist seemed to sober him up just enough for him to process how bad of an idea it had been.

We were practically dragged into the Major's quarters when we got there, having seemingly stumbled our way into a meeting of her resistance group. So much for me not knowing who was involved. She'd clearly bet on the probability of me forgetting the night's events by the morning, otherwise she wouldn't have let me in at all.

After several rambling attempts at conversation, Quark got a little agitated, and Kira tried to drag him back on course.

"How can I relax when there are thousands of Jem'Hadar ships are sitting on the other side of the wormhole, waiting to come through?" He slurred, and Jake shook his head, trying to placate him.

"Don't worry about it. They're stuck there." He sounded so confident - so naïvely certain.

"Noooo, Jake. They're coming," I said, clutching at his arm as if I could make the young man understand. "If Damar was telling the truth, they'll be able to get through soon."

"What are you talking about?" Kira asked, and together we managed a somewhat intelligible, if slurred, explanation of what happened. Odo and Kira shared a look, and I was ordered to head back to my quarters.

How I got back, though, was a mystery to everyone, myself included. All I recalled the next morning was the vague impression of Weyoun helping me into clean clothes and letting me cuddle him until I fell asleep.

I really hoped that I'd dreamed saying how pretty he was so many times. He deserved to know he was handsome, but I didn't exactly want to sound like such a moron when conveying that to him.

Gentle lips against my cheek brought me back to consciousness in the morning, and I burrowed farther into my lover's embrace. My head ached and everything felt dry and scratchy and too loud.

No wonder I heard so many people warning about how strong kanar was. If this is how it felt the morning after, I was quite happy never to taste that syrupy shit again.

"Come, my love. It's time to get up," Weyoun crooned in a gentle, careful whisper. An involuntary groan escaped me, and he ran his fingers softly through my hair. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. I have something that'll help, though."

"I don't think even your gorgeous cock can fix this," I rasped as I forced myself to sit up - an utterly monumental task in that state.

"As honored as I am that you view me as a potential cure to many ailments, I was talking about this," he said reaching for a hypospray sitting on the bedside table. "It'll take away the majority of your symptoms."

I tried to nod my head, but it just ended with me wincing and lying back down. A quiet hiss sounded against my upper arm, and a few moments later, the pain melted away as if Weyoun's fingers trailing over my scalp had behaved like a poultice, absorbing the Evil Hangover straight from the source.

Featherlight kisses landed on my closed eyelids, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief at the sensation.

"I take it you and Damar had fun last night?" He teased, and I groaned.

"For your own health, never ever try to match drinks with a Cardassian soldier." I cautioned, but before I could say more, the comm system chimed.

"Dukat to Weyoun. There is an urgent meeting in thirty minutes. Bring the Lieutenant with you. She'll want to be a part of this." He didn't wait for a response, simply stated the message and cut the line.

A long-suffering sigh escaped my lover's lips, and he fixed me with a stare. Those soft, warm purple eyes of his filled with a playful sort of calculating stare. He then picked up a glass of water and gave me a wink.

"Computer, deactivate Universal Translator in this room," he ordered, and my eyebrows shot upward. The acknowledging chirp from the computer stirred my curiosity. Holding the glass of water between us, he pointed at it and murmured a single word. "Na."

I blinked, and he, noticing my blankness, smiled and repeated the word before gesturing a hand at me. I repeated the word, still mildly confused, but it pleased him, and just like that something clicked.

Apparently, this was my first lesson in how to speak Dominionese. My pronunciation had been right on the money, but I didn't know if he meant the cup itself, or what was in the cup.

"Na?" Reaching forward, I tapped the glass as I asked, then I dipped a fingertip into the liquid, "or is this na?"

A look of comprehension flickered across his face, and he touched the liquid as I had, repeating the word confidently. He had me say it once or twice more, and offered me the glass with a cheerful little kiss on the forehead.

As we dressed for our meeting with Dukat, Weyoun tapped items of clothing and various objects around the room, giving me their names in his language and having me repeat them until my pronunciation was satisfactory. By the time that the translator came back online, I couldn't help but feel proud that I'd absorbed so much while recovering from a hangover.

--

The Changeling standing in the wardroom sent a bolt of anxiety rocketing through me. Why was a Founder here? Wasn't it enough for the Vorta to keep their people informed? Odo stood at her side, looking confused, a little suspicious, and...was he happy? I supposed that he must be. After all, he wasn't the one who'd been exiled from ever returning to their homeworld. The slightly guarded yet curious glances he threw her way said more than words ever could.

How long had she been on the station? How deeply into him had she sunk her claws?

I had my answer when I glanced at the table and noted that Major Kira was conspicuously absent. For the safety of the resistance and the Federation's future, I had to assume that Odo had been compromised.

"Founder, it is an honor," Weyoun said sinking into a low bow at my side. His hand still rested squarely in mine, but I didn't copy his actions. Lifting my chin in defiance, I merely looked at her as her hawk-like eyes watched us - or rather, me. She didn't seem to even notice Weyoun, choosing instead to stare at me.

"We meet again, child of Meris," she said, but I just lifted an eyebrow. What sort of response could I possibly give after she banished me? I'd chosen Weyoun over my people - a decision I could never regret - but I had no intention of discussing my logic with one so cruel that she could not comprehend that what she'd almost done was wrong in the extreme. "Have you nothing to say to your kin?"

Glancing around the room in faux contemplation, I shook my head blankly.

"I see no kin here. Besides, the last time we spoke, you made your opinion on my existence quite clear." I was proud of how calm and logical I sounded despite the anger boiling within me.

"Perhaps our opinions of you have changed," she said taking a few steps toward me. Looking away from her, I spotted Dukat and was, for once, grateful for his presence.

"What did you call us here for, Gul?" The smirk that met my inquiry sent a shiver down my spine. "I trust it wasn't just for this...reunion?"

"Come, Lieutenant. Have a seat by me. We have a breakthrough to discuss," he called, and I did as he suggested. Pulling Weyoun gently along, I ensured that the Founder wasn't given the chance to sit on either side of me. All the meeting gave me were specifics on the plan to remove the minefield. Nearly everything Dukat and Damar said were things I'd heard from the latter the night before, and I forced myself to act surprised.

I caught Damar looking at me a few times, doubtless trying determine how much he'd said the night before and how much I remembered. When I gave him an innocent smile and acted engrossed in Dukat's speech as if it was all new, he seemed to relax.

Very well. Let the drunkard believe that he'd averted a crisis. The more his people underestimated their opposition, the easier it would be to catch them off their guard.

"You will keep me informed," the Founder said rising to her feet as if she was a queen. Without waiting for an answer from Gul Dukat, she turned to Odo. "Come. I wish to speak with you alone."

I expected him to toss out an abrasive comment, but instead, he followed her like an obedient puppy.

What the hell was going on?

Before I could say a word to Weyoun, though, the Founder tossed a glance over her shoulder.

"Come, Weyoun. We require your service," she called not waiting for an answer as she swept out of the room. He gave me an apologetic kiss on the cheek before rushing after the pair of Changelings, and then I was left alone with the two Cardassians.

"Well, well, that wasn't exactly what I was expecting," Dukat murmured, and I let out a heavy sigh. I still had the edge of a headache from this morning's hangover. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back against the headrest of my seat. "Oh dear. You do seem stressed."

It was all I could do to keep my eyelids from snapping open when one of his large hands rested on my thigh, squeezing the muscles there in what I guessed was supposed to be a soothing gesture. I hummed low in my throat - the sound's meaning was one that I let him interpret on his own.

"Did I wear you out last night?" Damar asked with a huff of laughter, and Dukat let out a scandalized gasp. I could imagine just how wide his eyes had grown as he looked between his officer and me.

"Don't tell me you were with another Cardassian!" He sounded sufficiently playful, but still just jealous enough to bring a smile to my lips. Good. I had him hook, line, and sinker.

"Only for a drink," I replied, and Damar took that as his cue to leave. The door hissed closed, leaving me truly alone with Dukat. Why shouldn't I use this as an opportunity to deepen his trust in me?

"No wonder you look so tired," Dukat murmured sounding much closer than before. His other hand touched my forehead and his lips met my cheek. "Poor girl. I can massage that headache away if you like...?"

Letting out a harsh, skeptical laugh, I finally opened my eyes and tilted my head to face him.

"And trust your hands not to wander? Forgive me, Gul, but I've heard stories of your dalliances during the Occupation–"

"Are you truly telling me that after all we've been through over the years, you wouldn't enjoy a little...dalliance of our own? Especially considering that your pretty little Vorta toy will likely be busy serving the Founder's wishes while she's aboard. We wouldn't want you to grow lonely, would we? I could keep you entertained," he challenged as he skimmed his fingertips down the side of my face. After seeing the Founder in the flesh and how unquestioningly obedient Weyoun was to her, suddenly Dukat didn't seem so bad.

Relativity, indeed. Tilting my head, I skimmed my lips ever-so-lightly over the palm of his hand and looked up at him - a nice touch, if I do say so myself.

"You wish," I breathed, and a devilish smirk stretched his lips. Oh, I was playing with fire.

"Would such a wish really be so surprising?" The Gul's voice was low and intimate - soft, as though he thought that was what I needed.

I did. I needed gentleness quite badly. Just not from him.

"Coming from you? Not in the slightest." I put as much condescension in my tone as I dared, hoping he'd take it as a clumsy attempt at Cardassian-style flirting. A raspy chuckle vibrated deep in his throat, prompting me to get to my feet.

"You're not leaving so soon, are you?"

"I should. After all, Weyoun–"

"–will be busy with the female Founder and Odo for quite some time. You are free to do as you wish," he argued, but I shook my head quietly.

"I have duties."

"You don't. I took the liberty of having Major Kira clear your schedule for the day." I froze, and obviously didn't hide my surprise well, because he continued in a more amused tone. "Initially, I believed that you'd want the time for a family reunion, but given your reaction to your long-lost relation, you could use the time for something more...enjoyable. Improving interstellar relations between Bajor and Cardassia, perhaps...?"

He stood and moved in front of me, tilting my chin up so that eyes met his.

"There's no need to be coy," he whispered. "Obviously, we both want this..."

"You want me?" I asked, attempting to sound as innocent as I could while my hand slid up to his neck ridge. He practically moaned out a 'yes,' and I grabbed the section of his ridge that Kira had taught me was a weak point for Cardassians. Dukat let out a pained hiss, but the delighted smirk on his face spoke more of arousal than discomfort. "Then work for it. I'm not one of your comfort women from the previous occupation. If you want me, then you need to earn the privilege. Understood?"

"Oh yes, Lieutenant." Though strained, he still managed to sound flirtatious. I released him and spun on my heel. Sparing him a single glance over my shoulder as I walked out, I noted the tent in his uniform trousers.

--

This was a mess. Everything was a mess. If the Federation didn't retake the station soon, the resistance might be in shambles. Damar was clearing the wormhole, Odo was wrapped around the Female Founder's little finger, and Dukat's actions today might have finally convinced Major Kira that I wasn't worth trusting...that I'd truly betrayed the Federation and Bajor. Besides that, I might have to close my eyes and do something I'd very much regret with Dukat.

Guilt wound through me every time that I acknowledged how much I'd encouraged his attraction. I knew I needed information for the Federation and the Resistance, and I needed the Gul to trust me, but was flirting with him even the right move considering everything at stake?

I had no idea how long I was stuck in my thoughts, but at some point that evening, I became vaguely aware that Weyoun had returned to our quarters. His voice washed gently over my ears, but I didn’t hear a word. My eyes remained lost in the stars just outside the window, and my arms had been crossed protectively around my middle for goodness only knew how long.

What could I do to stop the minefield being removed when I hadn't even found a way to communicate with Starfleet Command? I mean, what had I been doing all this time besides playing house with a Vorta?

A wave of concern flowed from Weyoun to myself through our odd link as he sensed my emotions, but I didn’t move a muscle. Even when his hands took up careful residence on my shoulders, I couldn’t bring myself to do more than blink.

“Something is wrong, isn’t it?” Weyoun’s smooth, concerned voice asked from behind me as I stared out into the oblivion of space. He could read people better than they could read themselves, and I was certainly no exception, not that I was making it particularly difficult for him at the moment. Even if we hadn't been empathically linked, it wouldn't have been hard to see how wilted I felt. “You’ve been quieter than usual since you returned from that late night with Damar, and now with Founder here... You’ve been preoccupied. I realize that you don’t want me to think of you as the offspring of a deity, but...I live to serve you in whatever ways you may require, my love. What can I do to help you?”

I felt too vulnerable and too closed off all at once, like a frayed wire being strangled by what little remained of its casing. Who else could I say anything to? Who else cared about what I said, even if this all turned out to be a ruse - a long game that he'd been playing so patiently - in the end?

Weyoun was the only one. I couldn’t trust anyone on this station, not anymore, not where it was important. Hell, I shouldn’t even fully trust him, but what other choice did I have?

For this...could I risk it just this once? He thought of Changelings as gods. He regarded the being who was my biological father as a god, and I myself as a demigod of sorts. Would this be taking advantage of the programming the Founders had included in his genetic makeup? Would he feel obligated to listen to me drivel on without regard for his own feelings despite my protests that I wanted only his honesty?

When I turned and my eyes met his, I felt something in me break. Weyoun looked so worried. Precious man. His almost neon purple eyes were moist as though he were on the verge of tears like I was - he truly was distressed over my current state. I knew my own eyelids were most likely puffy from the tears I’d shed - the emotions threatening to spill over again at any moment - and I knew that he’d have noticed that by now. He was much too clever for his own good.

A low whisper of my name brought me out of my thoughts enough to notice that the Vorta’s brow had furrowed just a little bit more than before.

“Please...it pains me to see you like this. I beg you, please let me help,” he said barely above a whisper, and whatever cracks had formed in my defenses extended far enough that I could no longer keep up my flimsy facade. My eyes burned, my vision blurred, and tears began rolling down my cheeks. A flicker of fear passed over Weyoun’s features and through our bond, and although I wanted to comfort him, all that escaped me was a quiet sob. There wasn’t much space left between us to begin with, but he still stepped forward as much as he could and lifted his hands, allowing them to hover on either side my face as if he was afraid to touch me. “H-How do I help you?”

In answer, I reached out and wrapped my arms around him. Pressing my face quietly against his shoulder, I felt his own limbs envelope me without hesitation - one around my middle and one around my upper back - holding me close to him. Weyoun was nearly trembling from how fiercely and protectively he was embracing me.

“I’m here,” he murmured against my temple in that soft, comforting voice. This time instead of it being filled with steady lies as it so often was in meetings, I could hear it wavering with emotion just as it had so long ago on that Dominion ship and when he found that I'd remained on the station despite its occupation. “You are not alone. You have me; you always will. I promise. No matter what happens with the Dominion, the Alpha Quadrant, the Gamma Quadrant...you will always have me. I know what it is to be alone, and I swear you never will be again.”

Safe in his arms, I found myself no longer caring whether this was just a ploy or not, because I so desperately wanted to believe that I wouldn’t be alone anymore. He'd been here, but I hadn't allowed him to see just how stressed I was trying to toe the line between the Dominion and Bajor. I wanted to believe he was telling the whole truth. Just this once.

Just this once.

So I nodded my head against his shoulder and simply let myself be comforted by his embrace, by his promise, and by this one act of kindness, dangerous though it might eventually prove to be.

“I’m sorry,” I managed to get out around my stuttered breaths. I was. He didn’t deserve to have someone sobbing all over him for no reason. He was the one who needed kindness, especially after the way I’d seen that Founder treating him. He wasn't some pet for them to order around. He deserved so much more kindness than he was being shown.

Yet he was the one showing it to me. Whether incited by genuine concern or by his programmed devotion to the Founders - and myself by extension - Weyoun had never been anything less than sweet and gentle and courteous to me.

But how could I allow a shred of doubt into my head? Just thinking back to the first time I'd felt the extent of his love for me, I remembered how different his emotions had been compared with those he'd felt for the beings who had cloned him.

Shame wove hot and heavy through the ravages of my sorrow.

“You of all people have no reason to apologize to me,” he said before pressing his lips against my forehead in a tender kiss. “What could you possibly have to be sorry about? You have never been unkind to me, you’ve never hurt me. You’ve only ever shown me love and compassion. You are the most remarkable person I’ve ever encountered.”

“You have better things to do than put up with someone crying all over you,” I muttered daring to tilt my head back enough to look up into Weyoun’s eyes. He looked almost startled at my statement.

“My dear, you act as though you are a burden to be borne. I assure you, nothing is further from the truth,” he murmured in a pained voice. One of his hands lifted and cupped my cheek. His thumb skimmed gently across my skin wiping away the last of my tears. Leaning into his touch, I let my eyelids flutter shut. I knew I shouldn’t be this open with him - he was the Female Founder’s puppet while she was aboard the station, after all - but I couldn’t help it. Who else could I possibly be vulnerable with? Considering the cruelty and violence of this war surrounding me on a daily basis, was it really so wrong to enjoy a simple moment of self-indulgent intimacy? I raised my hand to cover Weyoun’s and turned my head just far enough to kiss his wrist.

It wasn’t even close to an adequate thank you for all he’d done for me, but it was all I could manage. I knew he’d understand - he always understood me with a startling degree of accuracy, even when I couldn’t express myself correctly or fully.

“Why do you think so little of yourself?” He asked in barely more than a whisper as his eyes slid from our hands to meet my gaze. “You are lovely and kind to everyone, even those like me who don’t deserve it–”

“But you do deserve it. You always have, Weyoun, no matter how the Founders may have treated you,” I said quietly looking up into his eyes. He blinked owlishly at me, and I leaned in, kissing his cheek. “Can you still not see that after all this time, darling?”

“I suppose I...still have a bit of trouble separating myself from the way the Founders created us,” he admitted as a lavender blush colored his cheeks. “Forgive me–”

“Hush. There’s nothing to forgive,” I promise coaxing him into resting his forehead against mine. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I knew his excellent Vorta hearing would still register what I had to say. “We are, always have been, and always will be equals.”

“I believe you,” he murmured as his hands took up a timid grip on my waist. He took a slow, deep breath and as he exhaled, I rested my hands gently on his shoulders. Nothing had technically changed - the war was still raging, my father was still a missing murderer, and Dukat was still playing a tyrannical, slutty version of king of the castle with the station.

And yet...there in Weyoun’s arms, such a fundamental shift had occurred that it felt as though I suddenly could take on the universe. Perhaps it was a part of the Vorta coding which bound them to the Founders that made me feel reassured as I stood there, his own confidence in me bleeding over and restoring my own.

Or perhaps there was another explanation. The relationship that had been developing between us had shown no cracks until Dukat tried to worm his way between us. Even now, I was acutely aware that the Gul had plenty of reasons to try and manipulate me on that front. Why had I ever allowed myself to listen to a single word he said? Was I so afraid of losing Weyoun that I assumed it was just my luck that I would?

I had doubted myself and my judgment regarding him for so long that I suppose I didn’t feel like I deserved to be loved with the kind over unwavering affection Weyoun had shown me. Even as that thought crossed my mind, doubts filtered through from my subconscious that I shouldn’t have allowed myself to take this much liberty with his affection as it was - that I was weak for doing so.

But I needed him, and I loved him. Weyoun had assuaged my fears on that front so many times before, but was that justification enough for continuing?

“Such chaos thrust upon one person... Let me be your shielding."

The soft earnestness surrounding Weyoun's words had me crumbling in his arms. Almost without conscious thought, I tilted my head and caught his lips in a kiss that I hoped said all the words I couldn't muster. My lover didn't hesitate to return the gesture, kissing me with such tenderness that it took my breath away.

Slowly, naturally, our movements gained momentum, becoming hungrier and more desperate by the second. Just as he'd done after my encounter with Keevan, Weyoun easily took control. Something urgent and lurid passed between us, and in a blur of discarded clothing, we fell into our bed.

We'd experimented with each other over the time we'd been together, but we hadn't quite taken that final step. With his fingers pumping between my legs and mine caressing the base of his length and the folds of his slit, he whispered in my ear.

"I want to make love to you. Please, I'm ready. I'm aching for you, my love. I've dreamt of you so many times..."

I couldn't possibly deny him. Why would I even want to after all this time? I loved him, and I would never pressure him into doing more than he was comfortable with. I would, however, be lying if I said that I'd never imagined what our first time together would be like.

My imagination paled in comparison to the sweet sounds he made as he entered me for the first time. His name was a prayer on my lips, just as mine was on his. Our pleasure was reflected, doubled, then increased exponentially by the bond that formed between our minds. We merged so completely that I couldn't tell where Weyoun began and I ended.

The wet slap of skin-on-skin sounded less obscene and more...restorative. We both needed this. Our reasons might have been different, but our desires, our love, stemmed from the same source.

When he finally spilled within my trembling body, tears dampened both our faces. Weyoun's teeth had left bite marks down my neck, and I'd left a few scratches down his back.

Aside from murmured declarations of love between kisses, we didn't speak. What could we say? What could possibly need to be said so desperately that either of us would risk disturbing the peaceful, content atmosphere that had settled over us like a blanket?

Gentle touches, cuddles, and affectionate looks carried us delicately into dreamland that night.

--

The next morning as I blinked hazily into awareness, I thought the Vorta was still asleep. Trailing my fingers ever-so-softly through his mussed, silky, black hair, I couldn't help but smile. He was supposed to be unsettling to the Dominion's enemies and charming in equal measure, but all I could see was how gentle he was. I knew he had it within him to be manipulative, charming, and underhanded all in a matter of moments - that was how the Changelings had cloned him to be - and I'd witnessed it. But there was something satisfying about seeing the head of station's occupying force curled up like a kitten in my arms.

"That feels good." The words breezed from his lips, carried on his breath as easily and lightly as a feather. I couldn't stop the smile that tugged at my lips.

"I won't stop, then," I whispered, and he let out an appreciative hum.

"I meant it, you know. Every Weyoun since our very first iteration over a hundred years ago has seen your face in our dreams. Seeing you on the Defiant...I recognized you immediately."

My hand slowed atop his scalp. My lover's voice was low and nervous, as if he was afraid I'd mock him or accuse him of lying. Instead, I watched as he lifted his head from my chest and looked up at me with wide, gentle eyes.

"But...that was so long ago..." I was confused, definitely, but I wanted to hear him out. Across our bond, I could feel tension, as if Weyoun was taking a chance saying any of this.

"My very first memories are images of you from prior iterations' dreams. They all saw your face so frequently that they knew you were someone vitally important...that the Founders were allowing us visions of a blessing they planned to give us. The fourth Weyoun...he'd almost lost hope the day you met him," he murmured. "Only the important memories - the ones that stand out - are encoded for future iterations to retain. You...your face has survived every activation."

A lump rose in my throat. How was that possible? I'd heard of people having visions they thought were from their deities - hell, even Captain Sisko had visions from the Bajoran Prophets - but I knew for a fact that the Founders weren't gods. Even they couldn't predict the future like that. Otherwise, I had no doubt that they would've stopped my father from mating with a Human.

"In the dreams, you called out to me...said my name...promised you'd find me no matter what. I've never told anyone this before, but in my darkest hours...the moments where my faith in the Founders was at risk of falling apart, I clung to the image of your face hovering over me...and it strengthened me," Weyoun admitted in a whisper as he cupped my cheek, gliding his thumb over my skin. "I-I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Unable to make my tongue work, I shook my head and kissed his lips. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? What could I say about that revelation?

I hadn't even begun to sort through the messy tangle of emotions in my chest when the comm chimed.

“Damar to Weyoun.” Of course, there was never a calm, quiet moment on this station, even with it under the Dominion's thumb. The Vorta sighed quietly, the warmth of his breath caressing my skin as softly as his lips had in the wake of our intimacy.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, sounding more reluctant than I’d ever heard him. He didn’t move away from me any more than I did from him. If anyone had been watching, they’d doubtlessly assume that our nude bodies were stuck together beneath the blanket by some immutable, unseen force.

“You’re needed in Security. Now.” The Cardassian sounded smug, a fact which never seemed to bode well in his company. "We've just arrested a saboteur. The Ferengi bartender's brother, Rom."

~*~*~

Dominionese:

Na = water

~*~

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@akamitrani @android-boyfriends @attention-bajoranworkers @bigblissandlove1 @darkmattervibes @emilie786 @groovyqueer @horta-in-charge @live-logs-and-proper @slutty-slutty-vulcans @starrynightgardens @toebeans-mcgee @weyounthevorta

#deepspacedukat fic #half-changeling!reader #Weyoun 5 #Weyoun 5 x Reader #lieutenant!reader #established relationship

[why-what-no]

Curiosity Part 2

Part One

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, flashbacks

Summary: The first time Morpheus interrupts the dreams of his future partner

Requested by: “Ghost_Guard_13” on Wattpad

Morpheus normally didn’t interfere with the dreams of mortals. Even the ones who drew his attention at a park while he was feeding bird.

He couldn’t resist watching however, seeing what this human dreamed of.

The dreams weren’t so pleasant, clearing based on years of a difficult mortal life. Being chased, falling, betrayed. He could only empathize with some of it, knowing the feeling of betrayal quite intimately. But whenever he was there, he’d try and sooth those nightmares. Their sleeping mind would only stay calm for long, however.

He’d return to his throne, and the darkness would creep into their dreams once more.

In fact, they’d never stay asleep for long, returning to the waking realm in a cold sweat. Eventually however, it all became too much.

Morpheus could feel the pain the human felt from across the dreaming. The Realm was made of him, and he could feel the pain felt inside of it. The emotions they had held in for so long, stabbing into him like a well placed knife

He knew where it had come from, of course. And for the first time, he knew he had to properly intervene.

(Y/N) twisted dream disappeared in an instant, replaced with a white nothingness. Clean and empty, almost as intimidating as what they had just been seeing. “What…”

“(Y/N).” A voice spoke from behind them, and they turned suddenly to see the man they had seen at the park. “Do you remember me, (Y/N).” He asked, looking over at them

They nodded in disbelieve. “You were feeding the pigeons wrong.” They flinched as the words left their mouth, worrying that they had said something rude.

Instead of getting offended, he chuckled. “You do remember, good.”

“I… what is this?” The confusion was evident on their face.

He stepped closer. “I control the Dreaming, and you won’t have to worry about those nightmares anymore.”

“Why are you doing this?” The nightmares had plagued them their whole life. Why now was this dream maker helping them?

But he just shook his head, letting it be known that he wasn’t ready to answer all questions. “I may not be able to protect you in the waking, but your dreaming hours are under my protection.”

Nobody had ever tried to protect them like that.

“Thank you.” They told him gratefully.

“Of course.”

He held out his hand for them to take, wanting to take them to better places in his realm than they had already seen. He wanted them to have at least one beautiful part of their life.

Even if it was just their dreams.

Tagging: @stygianoir

#the sandman #the sandman dream #the sandman morpheus #the sandman x reader #the sandman Morpheus x reader #the sandman dream x reader #Morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader

[enduringmoth]

If it’s not too much to ask and if u weren’t already planning on it, I’d love to hear that secondary post about the consequences of the party’s actions regarding Durge’s reveal 👀👀 the first post rly resonated with me and honestly I’m a little obsessed with the idea of what drastic actions a redeemed!urge might take in the face of rejection,,, it was a rly interesting read nonetheless!

hello there!! i'm happy to talk a little more about it, absolutely! ^^

for those who didn't peep at the tags of my last post, in which i discussed how painful it must be to a seeking-redemption durge to be so heavily rejected by the party, i wrote in the tags:

this might not be exactly what you were looking for but i will do my best!

at the absolute least, i believe the minimum consequences of this interaction involve durge shutting down and withdrawing from most of the group. thinking in particular of my seeking-redemption durge, asha, she carries guilt interwoven with resentment -- she knows she has done wrong and that she deserves to bare the brunt of their rage, but she is also so furious with the idea that these people do not know how much she has done for them since waking up in that pod.

how many urges has she squashed? how many easy kills has she passed up on? does anyone other than gale (her romance interest) even begin to comprehend how painful it was to resist killing isobel, killing gale himself, and yet she did it anyway? because it was the right thing to do?

and yet here, when they all learn the truth -- durge included! they have fucking amnesia! -- it's almost like not a soul left there cares that they've clawed and fought and bled for the entire party at every point.

i think a lot about the dialogue durge has with astarion the morning after realizing they're a bhaalspawn. of all of the companions, he is the only person to realize something is wrong from minute one, and he asks about their sleep and their weights they carry. he then proceeds to empathize with durge, saying they are alike, and that he believes they will succeed.

and yet it seems no one else in the party feels the same, and that has to be agonizingly isolating for durge.

now, onto gortash.

at this point in act 3, the durge has (likely) found the prayer for forgiveness in balthazar's lab in act 2. this scrap of their past lets them know enver gortash was a source of tension in their following of bhaal, enough that they are begging for forgiveness from their father over their admiration and fondness for him.

for us durgetash enjoyers, this is a romantic entanglement. for those who do not see their relationship as romantic, it's still a clear platonic attachment for durge that shook their faith in bhaal's plans.

the people who have traveled with the durge for weeks are (seemingly) regretting that decision, and blaming them for things they cannot recall doing. enver gortash greets them like a friend, offers them a metaphorical and literal hand, reaching out to them when others are pulling away.

at minimum, it creates tension. gortash is "bad" and their party members are "good", right? certainly the durge cannot go on to support gortash in damning the world when that's the "wrong" thing to do -- right?

and yet.

if even those who the durge may have started to believe should be able to understand and accept them, due to having similar-enough struggles in their own past with domineering patrons/gods/masters -- if even they cannot understand, what hope is there for anyone else in the world besides enver gortash offering them that same acceptance?

why save a world that cannot and will not open its arms to you?

thusly, the next step is for the durge to minimum consider what gortash is offering. for me, the durge is most likely to kill orin before gortash anyway, so the first steps here are simple.

depending on how the party continues to respond, the wedge may deepen or back out. depending on how the durge continues to be exposed to enver gortash, they may be more drawn into him or pushed away.

another step up (or down, as it were) would involve who orin kidnaps. we know that she may take gale, halsin or lae'zel, or take the child, yenna.

a particularly bitter durge might let them die. why waste their breath on someone who could not find it in their heart to forgive them?

we proceed apace. i know it's (huge spoilers ahead) canon that gortash is slain by the netherbrain. but if we pretend that that can be avoided one way or another, i believe the second-to-most-nuclear option here is the durge taking over the world with gortash as he originally suggested. in turn, choosing to reject redemption (largely, considering they are still sparing gortash and bhaal wants everyone dead) purely because the party could not see them as redeemable.

(and let's not even get STARTED on how this would involve killing astarion too, the one party member who even got close to seeing her, because the pain drowned out his love too entirely.)

the most nuclear, of course, would be the durge deciding they could not even trust gortash, and instead killing him and embracing bhaal entirely, drowning the entire world in blood as bhaal would have wanted.

now, the bittersweet twist on all of this would be something of a happy ending with a redeemed gortash twist, as so many of us love. perhaps the wedge drives them closer to gortash, but along the way the party is able to prove their willingness to support and accept the durge. but now durge is tangled up in enver, and the only path forward, it seems, is to attempt to free both the chosen of bhaal and the chosen of bane from their masters.

(essentially the consequences of their semi-betrayal being that durge gets in too deep with gortash and they (read: karlach, mostly) have to accept that, but they all live happily ever after because the power of friendship yadda yadda-- my durgetash brain needs a crumb of fluff now and then.)

anyway, this is as disjointed as my sanity but i do hope you got some enjoyment out of it!

#durgetash #dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #asks #anonymous #moth approves #i just have many thoughts ok???? many #bg3 spoilers 4585656

[royal-they]

You know the whole hunter having scars on his hand’s theory was an interesting bit. As much as I enjoyed that theory, I feel like the symbolism behind Hunter’s hands in general is just as interesting. 

When we are properly introduced to the Golden Guard in Separate Tides - I know he’s technically in the finale of season one but whatever - we have no clue what he looks like beyond this version of him. He’s confident, bold, and incredibly dangerous. And as much as I enjoy the Golden Guard this version of Hunter it feels like there isn’t a lot to him at this point. We don’t know a lot about him, we don’t even know what he looks like. 

Then Hunting Palisman comes along, 

(I picked this screenshot because it amuses me greatly lol) To me this is Hunters actual introduction. We learn a lot about him, and most importantly that there’s clearly a lot more than what meets the eye. The reveal of his face is completely involuntary, and it throws him off his game a lot in my opinion. (haha throws like throws him off the ship- excuse me, my humor is bad ignore me)

His power at this time is heavily reliant on his persona, the Golden Guard. His age is a big part of this it seems. People aren’t taking him as seriously anymore, not even Luz if we’re being quite honest. He’s just some grumpy kid, and Luz is a huge empath and starts to understand him more and in turn we also get to. 

It doesn’t feel like a huge coincidence that when his face is shown we get to see more of him as a person as well. 

But there’s another detail about this scene that sticks out to me personally, 

Hunter just shows his wrist. Now this could very well be because his sigil is on his wrist, but it also feels very purposeful. Like nobody's supposed to see his hands. 

Hands are very telling of a lot of things. Hands are quite sensitive, hands are quite expressive, and hands can - in my opinion - tell you a lot about someone. 

Yet throughout this whole episode Hunter is quite resistant to show any part of himself other than the Golden Guard. 

But there's a clear shift when Hunter tells Luz his name. He stops threatening her, and he pulls down his mask. This time by choice. He wants to open up to her, at least a little. And this is the start of Hunters redemption in my mind.

When he starts to let down his guard. However, 

Kikimora strikes him right after he opens up.

Hunter pulls the mask right back up though. Which, wasn’t really needed? Like you could argue that it was so she wouldn’t recognize him, but she literally says, who’s there. So, it feels like the only reason he did that is because it makes him feel safe, it’s a security tool of sorts. Which makes a lot of sense, he’s a child soldier of course he feels a lack of security.

Their a lot more open with this message in Thanks to Them, 

He acts so much like the Golden Guard throughout this. He’s trying to come across as dangerous, which okay how the hell are you going to fight Belos with a rake in crocs but whatever. 

The symbolism of what the mask means to him is made quite clear. As I said before, it makes him feel secure. He’s not as reliant on it anymore, but in the moment it does make him feel better. Confident and sure of himself as Hunter seems to put it. 

Now I know, I said I going to talk about his hands and I haven’t really and I’m sorry, I’m getting there. 

One of the most pivotal parts of Hunters arc is arguably Any Sport in a Storm, it’s when he finally smiles and he’s a lot more trusting and happier. His pose is very showing of that, throughout this episode he never hides his face and in this shot he holds out his hands. 

His stance is open and welcoming because he genuinely feels that these other kids are people he can trust. He hasn’t had that up to this point other than with Flapjack. 

The way he says “I’m your friend now.” is really interesting to me. In his mind he wasn’t their friend before, they were friends with Caleb not Hunter. Which, he’s not completely wrong, he was hiding a lot. However, he was still Hunter. His personality wasn’t any different. But Hunter doesn’t really know how relationships work, he views his relationships only existing if he’s giving the other person something. In this case, it’s a job. Now their friends, because now he’s contributed something. The others don’t view it this way at all though, because it’s not supposed to be this way, 

This is a line that I feel was incredibly important. Hunter isn’t aware this is the case and even after he denies it. But Gus probably more than anyone knows this is true and I think that’s what makes Labyrinth Runners work so well. They both understand what it’s like to be as Gus puts it, stabbed in the back. (Also just like, Wittebros foreshadowing lmao)

Gus gets what Hunter been through. The things he’s dealt with are on a much smaller scale next to Hunter’s but it doesn’t take way from them. It makes perfect sense that they’re able to connect like this. That their able to later on be open with each other. 

All right lets tie all this together and bring it back to his hands cuz I’ve been getting way to excited about all these other things I keep mentioning and then I want to talk about them for way to long, 

The first time we see Hunters hands is in Thanks to Them. He’s a lot happier throughout this episode and much friendlier and more open with his friends. Of which he now has! (Other than Flapjack of course) 

Every single time, every single fucking time Hunter gets to comfortable it feels like someone rips the rug out from under him. And every single time he goes back to closing himself off from everyone. 

This is made apparently clear in For the Future, 

Hunter finally gets it in this episode. I’ve mentioned before that he’s telling everything he’s telling Willow to himself as well as her before: https://at.tumblr.com/royal-they/royal-they-i-feel-like-a-lot-of-people-misread/oyirnb6vph5u 

I feel like this is important because while this is a very Willow centric episode - well also a Luz centric episode but like that’s not relevant - Hunter also has a lot of growth in this episode. 

The fact that he literally links fingers with Willow and is actually open with his feelings to her and Gus is very telling. That’s the true symbolism of his hands, they’re not just the troubles he’s faced in the past. They’re a symbol of him, his growth, his relationships. They’re not a sign of Belo’s abuse towards him, he’s not held back by it. He’s his own person, and he’s not going to hide that anymore. 

That’s too me, why Hunters hands not having scars is actually super important. 

(note: this doesn’t mean those who want to interpret him as having scars are discounting any of his character development or saying he’s not his own person separate from his trauma. im just saying that i think his hands not having scars has just as must symbolism, if not more then his hands having scars.)

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[streetdogsthecomic]

THE HUNTER GIFTS (ENG)

Hey guys! I finally figured out the symbols that represent each Hunter ability in Street Dogs! So Ill take the opportunity to already explain a bit about how they all work

This guide will show the meaning behind the symbols and what each ability does!

ALSO, since all of them have this, Ill just say it now: every symbol has a fish in it, which represents the Hunter, making an analogy at how they are "followers" of a God

The Gift of the 7th Sense:

Hunters with this ability are addressed as Empaths or Shields

The fish has a circle in the middle which makes it look like an eye almost, and that's precisely what the Gift of the 7th Sense is about: seeing what others cannot

A Hunter with the 7th sense has the ability to detect presences, let it be of other Hunters, Monsters or even Humans (hence why they're usually addressed as Empaths, due to acknowledging different auras)

This also includes perceiving occult things or people; they will be able to detect its presences as well

If developed enough, these Hunters are also able to expand the range of their own aura in order to repel bad ones (hence why they're also called Shields)

The Gift of Judgment:

Hunters with this ability are called Judges

The fish is turned upwards to represent its connection with the divine. The shape around it is a supposedly triangle with an additional edge to symbolize the Holy Trinity's connection to the Hunter

A Hunter with the Gift of Judgment is able to exorcize entities without the aid of a specific ritual, enchantment or blessing. They can simply do so by touching the desired target to banish whatever evil that's stored in it. They MUST make a physical contact in order to use their ability

If developed enough and applied on Monsters, a Judge is able to kill evil creatures with just one touch

Judges are the only Hunters who are mostly immune to possessions of any kind. It is still possible, but the entity would have quite a hard time trying to take over their soul

The Gift of Pyrokinesis:

Hunters with this Gift are addressed as Pyromancers

The sigil has a sun with rays spreading out of it, with one of them connected directly to the fish, representing the "light" that this Hunter can bring to the world

A Pyromancer has the ability to control fire, summoning it to their will. But also, they are able to cause a burning sensation within their targets, being either comforting or extremely unnerving depending on the Hunters' wishes

This Gift can be performed through direct eye contact

Naturally, Pyromancers can also control their own body heat, being able to take freezing temperatures to an extent but not last on it forever

The Gift of Samson's Will:

Hunters with this ability are called Enforcers

The sigil has the fish turned upwards to show its connection to the divine. The line in the middle is based on how alchemy represents the element of salt (a circle with a line across it), which tends to symbolize one's spiritual strength, and to Enforcers, this strength is everything their Gift is about

Enforcers have an immense physical strength, being able to lift the heaviest objects on their own and resist the absurdest blows without a scratch (at least not major ones-)

Hunters with this Gift tend to be very sure of what they believe in, which makes them also a struggle to possess to certain entities

The Gift of Glossolalia:

Hunters with this ability are called Pacifiers or Interpreters

The sigil consists of fishes going to different directions, representing the Hunter's ability of being able to "swim to any way", an analogy at how flexible they tend to be

Hunters with the Gift of Glossolalia have a beautiful, angelical voice. They are able to soothe the angriest beasts just with the sound of it

Many Pacifiers use their Gift through music, singing songs, lullabies or enchantments in order to apply their vocal abilities

If developed enough, they are also able to communicate with foreigners without being necessarily fluent in their language. Like a knowledge they always seemed to have, Interpreters will be able to speak any dialogue independent of where their target is from (this includes sign language and braille), hence why they're also known as Interpreters

The Gift of Wisdom:

Hunters with this Gift are known as Sages or Prophets

The Sages' symbol shows a fish pointing downwards, representing the Hunter's mortal nature, but the triangle around it shows that they still hold a divine knowledge and connection

Sages are Hunters who will randomly receive "flashes" of future events that did not happen yet, as well as prophetic dreams that are later interpreted by them to figure out its meanings

Sometimes, a vision a Sage has may be very hard for them to describe in words, so they prefer to express it through an artistic activity. Many Hunters with this ability tend to be artists

Usually, Hunters with the Gift of Wisdom are very modest and seemingly knowledgeable about life in general, giving out unique perceptions of the world around them while following the concept of "creation" to do so

The Gift of Cure:

Hunters with this Gift are addressed as Curators

The heart in the middle of the fish represents this Hunters' potential in distributing healing and love to those who are in need of it, which is basically what their Gift is about

Curators have the ability to heal superficial and deep wounds, as well as physical disabilities and mental stress

This is one of the most draining abilities, since it makes the Hunter physically and mentally exhausted depending on how much they've used their Gift. The average amount a Curator is able to heal is 3-5 people

These Hunters are usually very kind-hearted and empathetic with those around them, regardless of what they've done or who they are

And thats practically it! Theres still more info about the abilities, but Ill show in future posts for the sake of not clogging this one up too much xD

Tysm if uve red it this far! Stay tuned for new stuffies! 💙❤️🪓

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[hanayori89]

A Breach in Contract

*Castle Town*

Your mood was somber as you meandered through the streets of Castle Town at night. The convivial atmosphere must have been asleep, along with most of Castle Town. You kept your face pointed down with a hood pulled over your head.

You walked briskly in search of a place to stay. You couldn't face Link. Not after what Midna had told you. You knew Zelda must have informed Link. At least from what you overheard. What was more bewildering was yet another recommendation to join forces with the Hero of Twilight. You were flabbergasted. Why did it feel like Zelda and Midna were pushing you both together?

What was more perplexing was why Midna thought he'd want to help the daughter of Zant. The daughter of the evil that tormented two entire realms. She may as well have told you that you were also Ganondorf's cousin. It couldn't possibly get any worse. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as you aimlessly walked about. A dilapidated sign swung on its hinges in the distance. If it were an inn, it'd be the third one you would try your luck at.

The worst thing about the bombshell that was dropped on you was that you empathized with Zant. You would never call him 'father.' But you understood his motive for joining Ganondorf. Was the strong resentment towards the interlopers not even your own? Was it his? This was all the more reason for you to live in the light. It was no longer just about believing it was owed to you; it was owed to your fellow Twili to no longer dwell within their realm. You were a traitor by blood.

As you neared the battered wooden sign, you saw it had "bar" ornately scrawled on it.

Maybe someone can direct me to lodging.

You pulled your hood down, and the dim streetlight cast the faintest reflection of your face in the window of the bar door. You weren't caught off guard by your disheveled tresses, but rather by the sad eyes that peered back at you. You opened the door to hear light banter filling the air.

Ah, so a bar is like a pub. I've read about them. Maybe I can get information here then.

You eyed a stool at the end of the bar. As you made your way over, a gentleman whistled at you as you passed him by. You paid him no mind and took a seat, careful not to make any eye contact. The horrid memory of touching Aryn's hand seized you. Followed by what ensued as a result of it. You didn't even blame Aryn as much as you blamed yourself. You heard the sound of someone rattling the stool next to you.

It was the man who had whistled.

"I don't think the stars in the sky shine as bright as you, my lady." He sat down with a clumsy thump. "Let me buy you a drink."

"A drink? No, thanks, I'm not thirsty." You snubbed the man off. You kept your head high and your eyes straight ahead.

Somehow, your response was humorous. It impelled him to let out a laugh, followed by an emphysemic cough. "There is no need to be shy. Why else would you come sit at the bar? The mead here will loosen you up in no time."

You were losing your patience. Not to mention, time was of the essence. It was close to 10 o'clock. You had nowhere to take cover for when you transformed back to your Twili state.

Just as you were about to unjustly snap at the man, a tender voice hovered over you.

"Now, Alban, leave the girl here alone. She looks like she had a rough night." She gave you a playful wink as she slid a glass toward you.

"Don't mind Alban. If he stopped trying to hit up the pretty ladies, maybe the resistance would take him more seriously. Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what I think you need." She tossed you another wink. Her energy was like an ice-cold drink for a thirst quelling to be quenched. Something about her spirit was so refreshing. Her vibrant red hair was tightly woven in plaits and neatly tucked up in a hair tie. Her outfit was edgy for being a work uniform. Her long black dress was tied together with an apron. Her cleavage was accentuated by the startling pop of an orange brassiere. She wore attention-grabbing pieces of jewelry that adorned her ears and neck. Even her nose had some sort of gem erupting from it. What really made the woman stand out was a signature mole beneath the corner of her bottom lip on her chin.

"What do you think I need?" You couldn't help but see if your feelings about the woman were right.

"Sweetie, I'd say a glass of milk and a warm bed to sleep in. You look like you haven't slept in days." Her thick lips seeped into a sweet smile. "Am I right?"

"A glass of milk does sound lovely." You loosened up on your stool.

"What about the warm bed?"

"How do you know I need lodging?" Sudden shame jolted through you. You wondered if maybe you looked like a pauper. The woman poured the milk into your glass. You went to grab it, admiring how frigid it was beneath your fingers.

She eyed you curiously. "I've never seen you around this way before. Judging by the way you are admiring that glass, I'd say you've never been to a bar either." She gave a low chortle as she continued her observation of you. "You aren't going to find any open lodging in Castle Town at this time of night. But I can make a recommendation."

"Please. Any recommendations would be quite helpful." You couldn't hide the desperation in your voice.

"I have rooms here. I don't let anyone just stay in them; people can't be trusted nowadays. But a young girl like you, well, I don't think you could harm a deku baba even if it was gnawing on you."

"Telma, darling!" A man waved an empty mug in the air. "Whaddaya say we get another round goin' over here!"

Telma. So that's her name. Quite fitting. It's unique yet comforting. Like her. "Telma, how much would you charge me to rent a room?"

Telma was quickly filling up big, chilled mugs with the sweet, frothy mead. "20 rupees." She was deep into her work. She gathered six mugs on a tray and brought them to the boisterous table of jolly men.

You watched her work. The way she made people laugh was effortless. You wish you could be that way. Maybe she can teach me a thing or two on how to fit in around here.

You realized, with an ache in your chest, that what you really wanted at that moment was a friend.

*Ordon Village*

Link lay in his own bed for the first time in almost a week. He sprawled his restless limbs all over the spacious bed. He couldn't find a position that was comfortable. The waves of perspiration from his night sweats weren't helping much either. He threw his covers off in annoyance. He walked over to the wooden pail that sat with cool water in his bathroom. He grabbed a towel, and soaked up as much of the water as he could and wrung it out. He roughly rubbed the cool towel all over his face. He began to dab it down his chest, then his torso. When he hit one of his scars on his abdomen, he stopped. Zant had given him that scar.

Or should he say Y/N's father gave him that scar? Link returned to his room, half expecting to see her in his bed. The scent of her hair lingered on his pillow, haunting him. He laid back down, grabbing the pillow in a bear hug. He inhaled it, closing his eyes and marveling over the smell.

He couldn't expel Y/N from his mind. He should be happy. He had his bed back along with the normalcy of his mundane existence.

Except he wasn't happy.

The life he was expected to live was not the life he wanted to live. He took another whiff of the pillow he clung to. The scent from Y/N's hair was almost like the scent of a fresh honeysuckle. Did they have honeysuckles in the twilight? Did they even use shampoo on their hair? Link rolled over, distraught by the barrage of questions he never asked Y/N.

Will I get to ask them? I understand the shame she must feel. But it isn't justifiable in my eyes. She didn't know any more than I did. I wish I could tell her that. But this news is just as new to her as it is to me. I just hope if she is back in this realm, as Zelda said she'd be, she's somewhere safe.

Link rolled over on his back once again, claiming the pillow with the scrumptious scent of honeysuckle that lingered on it. He wished he could tell Y/N that it was alright. That our parents don't dictate who we choose to be. Also, that he was sorry for the hand that had been dealt. That he had been the chosen hero to vanquish her dad. Despite Zant's ruthlessness, perhaps he was also impressionable under the manipulation of Ganondorf.

Even Zelda herself had almost fallen prey. Link wondered if he could actually even blame Zant. Did Y/N hold the same disdain for the interlopers because of Zant? A chill ran through Link, causing him to bundle up beneath his covers. He realized it easily could have been Y/N who had gone mad from Ganondorf's twisted gambit.

Link needed to find her. Not just because he swore to assist her on this trial. But he also had to heed Zelda's warning of what could occur if she kept traveling between realms. Otherwise, Link could very well have to fight Ganondorf once again. Though it would be a small price to pay to be with Y/N.

Then there was the marriage. Link had read the book Zelda provided him. His eyes were frantically searching for the one phrase that would set him free. He knew postponement at this point would not be possible. Zelda had proposed to use Y/N as an entity that was a threat to Hyrule. Zelda would shield her in the palace while her mandate would overrule the mayoral election and bring focus to all of Hyrule and its imminent threat.

Link did not want to see Hyrule cast into a frenzy of fear and despair once more. Even if it were a false proclamation. He also felt like Y/N's time in the light had been a bit traumatic, thanks to that horny pig, Aryn. The last thing she needed was to be shunned at the castle or rioted against by mobs of citizens.

Then the long-awaited light bulb went on. Link shot up in bed.

Link knew how to breach his wedding contract. He also knew how to do it in a way that would bring justice to all parties involved.

Link snuggled back up against his pillow. He needed to get some sleep for tomorrow. He was going to be paying a visit to a certain unsuspecting pervert in Castle Town.

A/N: Edited 12/17/22

News of your parentage has you avoiding a certain hero. You have found solace in the welcoming wiles of Telma. This is only a short-term solution. Will you have the courage to continue on your quest with Link by your side?

In Ordon village, Link has a plan to end the compulsory matrimony he must undergo with Ilia. What's his plan? More importantly, will it work?

Check out my other OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond (Wattpad info in bio!)

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[medievalcat]

I think it's pretty clear that the Saw narrative parallels Amanda and Angelina- their names, their appearances, their abusive backgrounds and familial struggles with addiction, their being young women full of life and ending up beat down and alone, even their lonely deaths and being remembered as a headline and forgotten and unmourned by most people. It's also I think meant to be clear that this similarity makes Hoffman resent Amanda. Maybe because Amanda survived and Angelina didn't. But I don't think it stops there, and I don't think their similarities are why Hoffman seems to not just resent but to outright hate Amanda. I think Hoffman hates Amanda because she reminds him not just of Angelina, but himself.

To elaborate on what I mean I think it's worth addressing that both Amanda and Hoffman struggle with addiction. This is something John uses against both of them, and seems to succeed in doing so- Amanda stops using heroin and thinks John is right about her, Hoffman reluctantly accepts what John is saying about his alcoholism even when disagreeing with him about other things. Addiction is an extremely complicated issue and I deeply empathize with people who have to live through it. The reality of addiction is ... rough. Sometimes people can't accept that they are experiencing addiction, sometimes they try and deal with it by saying at least they are not like other addicts- "real addicts," "I'm not as 'bad' as they are." This definitely seems to be the case with Hoffman regarding Amanda. He tells her that she didn't value her life, but that he did, and says she needed to be tested, while he doesn't. He wants to believe he's nothing like her, that Amanda was wasting her life and didn't value her life enough to make one worth living, and it took John nearly killing her to get her to stop killing herself. This is what John thought about Hoffman- that he'd given up on life, was drinking himself to death, and John was doing Hoffman charity by taking him in, despite or maybe because of Hoffman's clear resistance to it all and how slowly he took to it. And Hoffman had in fact essentially given up on his life and was slowly drinking himself to death.

Amanda's recovering from her addiction, and John's "success" in "curing" her through the trap- the same trap Hoffman would eventually end up in- is something that trauma-bonds Amanda and John together. John is definitely trauma-bonded to all his apprentices, but it's not "success" that defines John's attitude towards Hoffman. John doesn't seem very satisfied with him at all, and doesn't give Hoffman the (clearly abusive) "familial" relationship he gives Amanda. Hoffman tells John that Amanda will fail him, knowing that to someone like John, all addicts are failures, unless "fixed" by him. As the stigma goes, once an addict, always an addict. Hoffman knows this very well. John didn't "fix" him at all. (Of course, Amanda knows she wasn't "fixed" either, and she is aware that "it's all bullshit" under all the indoctrination, but she was aware all along- after all, her first disobedience against John was killing Adam, out of mercy, not malice, because it was John who put him in an unwinnable trap, leaving him to die slowly and tortuously. Hoffman doesn't know that, because he thinks he already knows Amanda, but also doesn't want to know Amanda. The view Hoffman has of Amanda says less about her and more of him.)

I think Hoffman resents that Amanda is alive when Angelina isn't. But I think he hates Amanda because he is alive and Angelina isn't, and Amanda- who is in the same situation he is as one of John's cult members whose lives weren't "worth" anything before him, told they had nothing and nowhere except for John, but who seems to have convinced herself there's some positive purpose to all of it- is a constant reminder of that. That someone who didn't "deserve" or "value" their life is alive, when someone who he thinks did, is dead. John gave them both "second chances," and while Amanda fought for her life in her trap, all Hoffman wanted to do was kill Seth Baxter and then keep drinking himself numb. He didn't want to recover. It's Amanda the "junkie", the "addict," the "failure" who keeps surviving everything thrown her way, where Hoffman seemingly doesn't have to be tested so many times. He tells himself it's because he's better than she is, because that's what he needs to believe. It's Amanda who "valued her life" and was the first survivor, despite not being the first apprentice. Hoffman is the first apprentice- and John clearly doesn't think he values his life. Not just because of the reverse bear trap in the will- John had Hoffman put Kerry in her trap:

"Up until now, you have spent your life among the dead, piecing together their final moments. You're good at this because you, like them, are also dead. Dead… on the inside. You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. I believe you want to join your true family, indeed your only family, in death." We all know this was out of nowhere, and an unfair and inaccurate judgment of Kerry, and John probably just didn't want to get caught. I think this was John's warning to Hoffman, that his test was coming.

But around this point Hoffman is more focused on getting rid of Amanda. He obviously doesn't give a fuck about Jill, he's not trying to avenge her loss, and I don't really think he felt threatened enough by Amanda to think he needed her gone if he was going to survive in a world without John. He wanted to get her killed so he could believe she was a failure and he wasn't, that everything in her he saw in himself was something he was stronger than. That he was nothing like her. That she wasn't really a survivor, and he was. "I don't mean anything to you. I'm just a pawn in your stupid games." Was that vindicating to hear, or did it confirm that Amanda really did have more in common with Hoffman than he wanted to believe, and that his bleak circumstances weren't so far off from hers, and not any better? Maybe after that, she haunted him too, like Angelina did. Not reminding him who he lost, but reminding him who he is.

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