#I don't consider this stealing under any circumstance

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Hi hi! I hope you're having a lovely day/night! 😃

I've recently come up with a few headcanons for the Babylon Rogues and wanted to hear your input! I've based 80% of this from the "platonic team-up with Babylon Rogues" headcanons. I tried to write similar to your style cuz I really like it! (sorry if it seems like I'm copying). These headcanons can be taken as romantic or platonic 😊

Jet is a Manipulative & Isolating and/or Monopoly(?) yandere.

I'd say that Jet is a manipulative yandere since you mentioned that he'd try to bribe his darling with the promise of riches, just so long as they join in on their heists. I agree with that headcanon a lot and it sounds pretty in character to me imo. I feel as though he would only give you a small percent of the cut just so you wouldn't have enough to want to leave on the first heist. If you threatened to leave unless he gave up more then I'd say he'd most likely budge, but only just a little. Just enough to keep you hanging around. He'd give you the excuse that "you need to prove your worth by doing few more heists until we pay you equally". In reality he just wants you to stay for as long as possible. Even after 10 or so heists you still get under paid and whenever you press him on this his only response is "soon". Unfortunately for his darling, soon means practially never (unless he's certain that you won't leave afterwards).

Now I believe that Jet would be an isolating and/or monopoly yandere due to his arrogance and superiority complex. He sees your time and attention as a competition, a competition he can't lose. I agree that he'd use his title of leader to merit himself more time with his darling and less time with everybody else. He considers himself to be far more superior than everyone else. Because of this, he assumes that out of anybody you could choose to spend time with, you'd obviously choose him. So he's just doing you a favour! Right?

Even if you straight up tell him that you don't wanna be around him he'll just wave it off and chalk it up to you having a bad day, which leads to him unintentionally gaslighting you. He'll immediately blame everybody else for your bad mood and tries to act less harsh on you.

For most of the time his behaviour is best described as "tough love" as he always tries to push you to do your hardest on missions. This normally goes without any words of affirmation but he will occasionally say a "good job", unless if Wave or Storm are present to which he only says it under his breath.

Though there are some rare moments where Jet acts "soft" around you, for example if he notices you're bothered by something he'll kick everyone out of the room and listen to any of your problems. He won't have any advice for you but he'll still be there to listen.

He doesn't really mean to be so hard on you, he just wants you two to be a power duo. He wants you both to be the wealthiest treasure hunters in the galaxy. Unfortunately, he struggles to make that possibility happen without upsetting you in the process.

Wave is a Wrong Idea & Clingy yandere.

I could definitely see Wave being a wrong idea yandere due to wanting her darling to only own gadgets made by her. After all, how dare they try and one-up her!

She wants to do everything she can to impress you. The need for your approval doesn't come from the joy of an ego boost (okay maybe sometimes :p) but instead a reminder of her place in your life. She wants to be your number one, the person you go to whenever you have a problem, even if it's a minor one. Wave is a huge over-achiever and doesn't settle for anything less than amazing.

Unfortunately this can lead to her getting a little carried away. You're having a slight problem with the kettle or coffeemaker? Bam! Now it's fixed and it also has voice recognition along with 6 other new features. She notices that your bedroom door gets a little jammed? Bam! Problem solved! Also it requires fingerprint authorisation to open now and if someone that isn't you (or her) tries to open it then you'll get a message sent straight to you both. (Also it has a built in taser).

Now as far as she's concerned, if you have a problem, there's nobody else who will fix it as good as she will and she's willing to prove that. Much like Jet, she's oblivious to the fact that she might actually be the problem.

The reason I put Wave as being a clingy yandere was because I could imagine her always wondering about what you'd think of her latest creation. She'd open the door to your room in the middle of the night and drag you out of bed to proudly show you the newest update on her extreme gear. Prior to this she'd make you a cup of coffee or tea to drink before waking you up, it's the least she could do for waking you up at 2am. While she pridefully explains all of the new features, you stand there absolutely lost and still half-asleep. The fact that she doesn't dumb anything down for you makes you even more lost (if possible).

Usually during the day if nothing is planned then she works or researches an ancient tech the group found in your company. She normally resides in your room while you both sit in comfortable silence. Most of the time your doing something in the background while every now and then you're interrupted by Wave asking for a second opinion or showing off a finished piece.

She isn't very clingy in the sense that she's very affectionate but she's always around you. If anything, you'd have to be the one to initiate it since any kind of affection makes her red and flustered.

She's actually pretty harmless overall apart from the usual rude remarks towards anyone you're close with out of jealousy (especially if it's the Sonic Team).

(Tbh I really wanted to write about a wrong idea yandere cuz they're one of my favourite types and I thought she might suit it.) (Just realised that she might be a bit more of a possessive yandere rather than a clingy one but idk.)

Storm is a Caring & Protective yandere.

Like you mentioned before, he's a gentle giant. Whereas he usually tries to seem tough towards others, he's a big softie around his darling. He's often flustered and stammering for no reason around you. He just thinks you're so amazing and doesn't wanna accidentally scare you off. Though his fidgeting, lack of eyecontact and stuttering can seem obnoxious and off-putting, he only means well.

With the only other two people in his life being Wave and Jet (who certainly aren't the nicest), it hasn't really taught him how to express his feelings well. Due to being awkward whenever he tries to give affection, he'll normally just murmur out a "you look nice today". If you're already a part of the Babylon Rogues, then more often than not he'll tell you that you did a good job out there before nervously patting you on the shoulder or head after completing a heist.

He's definitely a caring yandere imo. He always tries his best to keep you happy and can't stand to see you down. Although he's the most awkward of the three he's still by far the most affectionate. Whenever you're down he'll try to cheer you up with an accidentally bone-crushing hug (it's the thought that counts). Not only that but he's the least clingy of the three. He'd obviously want to be around you often much like any other yandere would, but he still respects your privacy.

I agree that he'd believe that with enough time you'd be as devoted as himself. Although a part of him is still protective of you and wants to keep you safe, he won't bother you too much. Whenever he hears that you're going to out hang with a friend, he only asks a few small teeny tiny questions: Who is it? Where will you be/what places are you going to? How long are you going to stay there? What will you be doing? How safe is it? When will you be back? Nothing much, right?

He allows you to hangout with almost anyone except Knuckles (he will begrudgingly allow for anyone else in the Sonic Team).

If anyone were to hurt or insult you, then they're swiftly met with a hard punch to the face and an angry albatross demanding that they apologise. Followed up by him asking if you're okay for the rest of the day.

Storm trusts you to death. He will never doubt in anything you say. You could tell him the most obvious lie and he'll take your word for it. I can and can't see him being super naive so I'd expect that he'd play along since he doesn't wanna rudely call you out on anything. He's usually worried that he might do or say something that'll make you think less of him, so he appreciates any reassurance.

After all, he wants you at his side forever! So he has to make sure that he doesn't let you down and can't let you get hurt.

(I really liked the idea of Jet and Wave being tsundere yanderes while Storm was an awkward sweetheart. I wanted to write more about Jet and Wave being touch-starved tsunderes but I realised that I had probably written a novel at this point so I left it out.)

I really really hope you don't take this as me trying to steal your spotlight or anything! I love your work and it inspired me to have a go at coming up with something myself! 

Thank you so much for your time, I really appreciate it! Have a good one! :)

(Also again sorry this is so long I got carried away 😅)

🐋~ anon

Anon, dear, the amount of times I've re-read this is absurd.

There were parts in Jet's part that made me laugh, like the fact that he'd essentially pay you the amount you'd get working in customer service, though will only budge & give you a higher pay (though not much) if you remain stubborn & I can perfectly imagine Jet's face while doing so.

His ego tends to lead to his arguments with Wave (whether or not she's a yandere too) with her arguing that he either spends too much time with us or he hogs out attention too much & he argues that, he's the leader! Of course he deserves more time with you! This just baffles everyone, except him & you ( atleast according to him). I agree that he'd just blame anyone & anything but him, you aren't upset at him, you just woke up in a bad mood! Honestly if he didn't master gaslighting then, he definitely does now with you (whether intentionally or not).

Wave is an overachiever by nature & knows few can come close to her level of intelligence (besides Tails) & as such, she'll eat up any praise directed at her. I agree that she'd more often than not go overboard with her inventions, for her it's a constant reminder of her place I'm your life & forever hopes that you'll run to her with whatever issue you have. Though I would warn, don't let her catch you accepting some gadget that wasn't made by her or going to someone else with an issue, she'll view it as being replaced/not being number one, that never happens to her! She's the best at fixing your problems! She also completely denies & refuses to entertain the idea that she's the root of your problems, what do you mean she's the reason behind your current problems? she can't be!

Wave dragging you out of bed just to show you her latest project as if she hasn't slept (girl rest) & y/n with a cup of coffee/tea while she explains everything but the fact she doesn't dumb anything down so you think she's speaking in another language & you're just standing there like

This will live in my head rent free from now on

I am such a sucker for soft yanderes & thinking of Storm being one brings a huge smile to my face. I like to think that Storm is fully aware of his brute strength & so, fights with himself because on one hand, he wants to give you the biggest, warmest bear hugs he can offer, but on the other hand, he fears he might accidentally break a bone as he does tend to forget how strong he is & while that does upset him, he more than makes up for it by words of affirmation! Expect him to shyly compliment you daily & I can guarantee you, it is the cutest thing you'll ever see. Storm isn't one to insert himself in others businesses & with you that doesn't change. He doesn't ask much, he trusts that you can take care of yourself! But if he ever overhears someone talking shit about you, man can get scary real quick, man's protective & if he has to use his stature to care others then so be it.

This man 100% trusts you, I kinda imagine that he never believes that you can intentionally lie & considers that you were just misinformed, saying something along the lines of like "Okay um... Well, last time I checked, [xyz] can't do that" or "That doesn't really sound like something Wave/Jet would say"

Storm's a good boy who's trying his best for you!

#grizz responds #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere Team Babylon Rogues #yandere Jet the Hawk #yandere Wave the Sparrow #yandere Storm the Eagle #not yandere writing #🐋 anon #don't worry anon #I don't consider this stealing under any circumstance #don't worry

[ironstrange1991]

His Medicine

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen has a nightmare and when he wakes up he seeks comfort in your arms.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT: Possessive sex, oral sex with male and female receiving, deep throat, fingering, unprotected p n v sex, hair pulling, creampie, cum eating, slight male domination. A bit of angst if you dig too much.

A/N: I was missing writing the good and classic smut with og Stephen so here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a good reading. - Any typos or grammar mistakes you see in this, pretend you didn't ;)

You woke up to the movement of Stephen tossing and turning next to you in bed. Your first impression was that he was irritated at not being able to sleep, after all you knew that Stephen had been struggling with insomnia since the accident. Before, he used to sleep really well, according to him.

You closed your eyes again to try to go back to sleep, but he continued tossing and turning in bed so, sighing, you turned on the lamp to finally look at him. It was then that you noticed that he was sleeping, but his body was sweaty under the blanket and he seemed to be struggling against something invisible. You had never seen Stephen have nightmares like that and for a second you wondered if you should wake him up, but before you could make the decision he sat up abruptly on the bed gasping for air and running his hands over his face.

"Stephen..." You sat next to him, touching his shoulder lightly so as not to scare him.

He held your hand tightly and sighed heavily.

"Are you okay? You were having a nightmare."

He nodded. "I haven't had one of these in a long time." He confessed, his voice shaking a bit. "Christ, it was like being there again."

You put your arm around his shoulders and to your surprise, he laid his head on your shoulder seeking comfort. Stephen was extremely affectionate with you, but it was always the other way around, it was always you looking for comfort in him. The change was welcome, but not in that circumstance.

 Automatically your hand searched for his hair and you started stroking it.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

His arms wrapped around your waist and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"The accident. It's always the accident. I thought I had left it behind me, but it still haunts me in my sleep."

You held him in your arms as if that way you could protect him from all the evil that had affected him or that could still affect him. You just wanted to keep him safe there within your reach.

"It was an extremely traumatic experience and you dealt with it alone. Maybe you should consider seeking help..."

He shook his head "I don't need therapy. I already have everything I need."

He said lifting his head and searching for your lips.

You kissed him softly, but disagreed, "I can't save you from the ghosts of your past, Stephen, as much as I want to help you, I don't know how."

He sighed, running a hand over his face again. "They're just dreams. What harm can they do?"

You shook your head. You had been together for almost two years and you were still surprised by how headstrong and stubborn Stephen was. "Disrupting what little decent sleep you have is already something to worry about." You pointed out. "You've barely been sleeping lately, always worried about everyone except yourself. Someone needs to take care of you while you're taking care of everyone else, don't you think? Being ill you don't help anyone, sweetheart."

Stephen sighed and you took that as a sign that he agreed with you, at least a little.

"You're stealing my pet name." He said, changing the subject in a not-so-subtle way. "I gave it to you."

You smirked running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. "You gave it to me and I can use it however I want. It's extremely cute if you ask me and it suits you. Especially when you're clinging to me like a koala because you had a bad dream."

Stephen hummed knowing full well that you were teasing him but he didn't give in, he continued cuddling with you, it was as if he couldn't bear the thought of moving away from you for even a second.

"Promise me you'll see a doctor." You pressed and he groaned knowing full well that you wouldn't give up on the subject so easily. "Stephen..."

"I know every neurologist and psychiatrist in New York, I can't see any of them."

"Well then go to Europe, use your amazing ability to open portals for something that benefits you for a change."

He pulled away enough to look at you. "I love you." He muttered.

You cupped his cheek "I love you too, Stephen, but sometimes you're as stubborn as a mule and it makes me really angry."

He chuckled "I'm sorry."

He caressed your face and placed his trembling hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a hard kiss. The intensity surprised you, but you let yourself be pushed gently against the mattress as Stephen positioned himself on top of you, his knees making room for him to settle between your legs.

When your head hit the pillow, he took your lips again while with one hand he held yours on the side of your head and the other he slowly moved between your legs. You moaned involuntarily when his fingers touched over your pajama shorts, tracing circles there, teasing you as he grinded himself into your thigh.

"You're the only one who can give me what I need to make me feel better and you know it." He confessed in your ear and then licked your ear making your body shiver. "I love you so much, sweetheart, you are my medicine."

You couldn't help but giggle, but then a loud moan escaped your lips as his fingers pulled your shorts to the side and began to play with your folds.

"We can't fix everything with sex." You tried to rationalize with him, but you could feel reason quickly giving way to desire in your brain.

"No, but I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about the way you make me feel when I'm in your arms, when you stroke my hair or massage my hands. I'm talking about love. Your love is my medicine and it’s all I need."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest hearing those words, but at the same time your hips started to move against his hand as if it had a life of its own. It was very difficult for you to separate sex from love with Stephen. Before him the line was thick and visible, but with him it simply disappeared. The two things seemed to complement each other so well.

"Stephen...make love to me." You asked, giving in to your desire and abandoning reason once and for all.

He bit your lower lip lightly before taking your mouth in another hungry kiss. "I thought sex didn't solve things..." He teased you with a smirk while grinding his erection into you.

"You just said it's not about sex..." You tried to say, but shook your head, changing your mind when he stuck two fingers inside you. "Fuck...need you."

Stephen buried his face in your neck, stifling his giggle, but his fingers curled inside you with precision to reach your g spot and he moved them quickly. You held his face in your hands making him look at you. "I love you... oh yes... I love your fingers even more."

He kissed you again giggling and knelt between your legs.

"I think there's something you love even more." He teased, "But first..." He snapped his fingers and your pajamas disappeared with a glimpse of orange light. "Open wide for me..." He licked his lips dramatically which made you laugh softly. You loved that about Stephen. You loved how he could make you feel so good and at ease with him. Even though you had been together for so long, it never stopped enchanting you.

"Or maybe a combination of the two." He announced before diving between your legs and entering you again with his fingers. Your hand grabbed the pillow and the other grabbed his hair and you allowed yourself a loud moan, not giving a damn if Wong would hear you or not. In fact, it had been a long time since you stopped caring about Wong's presence at the Sanctum and perhaps because of that he almost never spent the night there.

Stephen hummed contently, delighting between your folds, taking turns licking them with the tip of his tongue and sucking your clit while his fingers moved nimbly to stimulate your g spot.

He was so good, perfect, surgical when it came to giving you pleasure and as much as you knew that that night he was using sex to escape the current problem, you couldn't resist, you always fell into the same trap.

But it wasn't just to distract you from the subject that he used sex, but also to distract himself from all the problems and fears that afflicted him. He wasn't kidding when he said you were his medicine, and you might even feel flattered by that if it weren't worrying. The man never allowed himself to feel. Always trying to be in control of everything, especially his own emotions and there was nothing Stephen controlled better than sex. He had simply mastered that art so well that he was able to make you forget your own name with just a touch of his fingers.

"Steph... gonna make me cum..." You murmured, giving in to the delicious pleasure between your legs, but keeping your eyes wide open to look at him and see him eating you. There was nothing more mesmerizing than Stephen going down on you because you knew he took pleasure in it and he was so lost in his need for you that he started rubbing his erection on the mattress while eating you and that vision, Stephen so lost in his pleasure , that's what made you finally get there, moaning his name loudly and creaming his fingers.

He emerged from between your legs with a proud smile on his lips and you ran your hands over his face to clean him of all his fluids and pulled him to your lips, delighting in the taste of your cunt in his tongue.

"You're not going to be able to change my mind about you needing to see a therapist. Not even after such a wonderful oral." You warned and he smirked.

"I guess we can talk about this later." He said, running his lips on your neck and placing little kisses on your skin and finally nibbling on your earlobe.

"Later when?" You rasped.

He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his cock, slipping it inside his pants. "After you take care of this."

You grabbed his cock and started pumping him up and down. "But this is a full time occupation. It really seems like you're always like this." You said pulling him to your lips.

He groaned when you tightened your grip on his cock. “Is this a complaint?”

"Never." You said gently pushing him to the side and straddling him. He let himself be moved easily and you ran your lips down his neck, making a point of leaving a clearly visible hickey just below his chin, your nails went down his chest, scratching him lightly as you took one nipple and then the other in your mouth, circling your tongue on the sensitive skin and feeling him pulse beneath you.

"Sweetheart... please..." His voice was so beautiful when he begged.

"Please what?" You teased, running your lips down his belly, giving small bites.

"Fuck me... with your mouth. Please."

You lifted your head to look at him and couldn't keep the cocky smile from your lips. Your hands grabbed both sides of his sweatpants.

"Since you're asking so nicely."

He lifted his hips, letting you take off his pants and you were treated to his beautiful, hard cock. It's no exaggeration to say that your mouth always watered at that sight.

You held him upright by the base and licked him from the base to the tip, finishing with a suck on the tip that made him see stars. His legs shook and he moaned outrageously loud.

"Oh yes... please take it in your mouth sweetheart, give this delicious mouth to me."

You smiled mischievously, taking your hands up to your hair to tie it into a bun tied with your own hair and Stephen grabbed his cock by the base, gesturing with the other hand for you to take it. You let him lead, opening your mouth for him to put his dick in and letting him thrust all the way in.

"Fuck yeah!" He praised taking his cock completely out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin. You took the opportunity to swallow some. "Open for me really big" He ordered and you did as he asked letting him go deep again and gagging around him which made him moan even louder. He loved that.

Stephen loved seeing you gagging on him because it inflated his ego, he knew very well that he had a huge cock, but he liked seeing you suffering to take it all in, it made him hard as a rock and when you cried, when he saw tears streaming down your face he loved it even more. You were sure he could cum from just that.

"Gonna let you take me however you want now." He said taking his hand away which was quickly replaced by yours. "Just keep making me feel good" He asked and you took the lead pumping his cock and sucking him in perfect synchronization. The wet noise his dick made moving in and out of your mouth filled the room.

"So good... fuck sweetheart it feels so good."

He grabbed your hair and without holding back he began to push your head so that you took him entirely. Stephen never gave up control completely and he was obsessed with deep throat, he was only satisfied when your nose was against his pelvis and his cock was deep you’re your throat.

"Taking me so good. Always taking me so good, sweet..." He moaned loudly and his cock pulsed hard in your throat making you gag.

"Wanna cum in your throat, please let me cum in your throat..."

You hummed positively and relaxing your head and throat, breathing through your nose and letting go of the control completely, letting him use your head to get off.

He thrusted up a few more times and then held you tight against him and began to cum down your throat. "Oh yeah... fucking take it, love. Oh yeah... fuck... take all of it... take all of my cum."

When he finally let go of your head and you took him out of your mouth you were gasping for air. Your face was soaked with tears and your chin was dripping with saliva, some still clinging to a thread connecting your mouth and the head of his cock that was soft, but not completely flaccid.

"You always take me so good. Always accepting what I give you. Such a sweetheart indeed." He patronized.

You wiped the spit off your chin with your hand and moved to straddle him.

"Yeah? Now you're gonna fuck me with the same harshness that you fucked my mouth and you are going to make me cum again. Hard."

"And isn't it always hard when I make you cum? Always writhing and moaning my name, thanking the gods that is me fucking you so good." He teased grabbing his cock and giving a couple of jerks before entering you.

You moaned loudly, letting yourself sink into his cock and started riding him fast and hard, placing your hands on his chest for balance.

"Yes... oh yes I love to have you inside me. Feels so big... you always fuck me so good... such a good lover, Steph..."

You leaned your head back and placed both hands on his thighs, moving your legs forward and allowing the new position to give him a better view of where you joined.

Stephen placed a hand on your clit, circling it and stimulating it deliciously, increasing your pleasure, which made you moan so loud that anyone in that house could hear it.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Give it to me."

You kept moving fast on top of him, letting your body move instinctively in search of your release, but Stephen had other plans. Quickly, he moved you under him, getting lost between your legs again, sucking your clit and licking your dripping folds before patting your leg and ordering, "Turn around and lift that ass for me."

You did as he ordered, but not satisfied he slapped your ass cheek and ordered again. "Higher." He gave another slap and when he was satisfied with your position he entered you again, fucking you with surprising ferocity. That was one of the things you loved about Stephen, you never knew what sex with him would be like. Sometimes it was soft and other times it was like that. Hard and delicious.

Stephen was so big that his body covered your entire body, his weight made it impossible for you to move and when he fucked you like that you were completely at his mercy and that was fucking hot. You loved being dominated by him, you loved knowing that your man had complete control over you.

"Fuck yes Stephen... take me, use me, I'm yours. Fuck me harder. Show me I am yours and no one else's. Prove to me that you own me… my owner."

Stephen groaned at your words, grabbing the headboard and increasing the strength of his thrusts as the bed creaked beneath you.

"Gonna make me cum, Stephen, uh? Want me to cum? Tell me, wanna hear you saying it."

He grabbed your hair with one hand and started using it as a rein, pulling you against his thrusts, which became increasingly irregular and strong.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you fucking cum in my cock, come on, give it to me, cream my dick."

You moaned loudly feeling the knot threatening to break in your stomach.

"Yes Stephen...please."

"Come on, love. Let go for me. Cum... Cum on my dick."

And so you did. You came hard feeling your whole body shaking with the force of your release and your legs gave way making you fall face first into the pillows.

"There you go. Such a sweetheart doing as you're told." He groaned the words as he continued thrusting.

"Now you're going to let me use this pussy to get off. What do you think, uh? Letting me using you like this. I know you love it."

You groaned positively, but your groans were muffled by the pillow.

"What is that, uh? Can't hear you, love."

"Use me..." You tried to say, but your voice came out hoarse, but it was enough for him to hear.

He kept thrusting hard into you searching his own high.

"Want me to use you, sweetheart? That's what I am doing and you feel so good. So fucking amazing. Pussy feels so warm and wet and delicious, gonna cum so fucking hard inside you, fill you with my milk, it’s that what do you want?"

"Y-yes, please." You begged and he moaned loudly, placing his hand on the headboard to increase the strength of his thrusts.

"Yeah? Want my milk inside this warm little hole? Then tell me, ask for it."

"Please Stephen, cum in me, cum inside me, want your cum so badly, please."

Stephen groaned loudly and gave two more hard thrusts and then began to cum. He kept thrusting, pushing his cum inside you until he was finished.

"Oh fuck, fucking take it." He groaned in your ear and finally rolled onto his side, his breathing ragged and rapid.

You buried your face in the pillow trying to compose yourself, but a fit of laughter invaded you.

Stephen wrapped his arms around you and began tickling your hips giggling with you.

"Okay, okay, please... I can't..." You begged, gasping for air from laughing so hard. He let go of you and you rolled to the side finally looking at him. The worry, the fear that you saw on his face had disappeared and in its place was the most beautiful smile in the world.

"You’re feeling better." It wasn't a question, but an observation.

He nodded confidently "I told you. You're like medicine to me."

You smiled, dragging yourself closer to him and he wrapped you in his arms letting you lay your head on his shoulder. "You get different sometimes when you're horny."

He let out a small laugh.

"I'm serious. You get a bit rough. I like it."

He cupped your cheek making you look at him and kissed you softly. "It must be because I love you so much. You do these things to me."

You smiled feeling your heart flutter in your chest again. "I love you too, more than anything."

"More than chocolate?" He joked and you grimaced.

"Not that much."

He giggled, squeezing you against his chest and the two of you were silent for a minute. It was you who broke the silence first, determined to return to the subject he was avoiding.

"Promise me you'll seek professional help to deal with these nightmares." You insisted.

He sighed heavily. "You know what they say about therapy. You start it for a reason and the next thing you know you're digging up all the dead bodies on your floor."

You knew exactly what he was talking about and what he was afraid of, part of you always knew it was much more than the accident. You just didn't know how to broach the subject with him. It was something so deeply hidden within him that he didn't even want to talk about it, but you knew this was the moment.

"I know you're afraid to deal with your feelings about your sister, Stephen, but these nightmares are your unconscious telling you that you need closure."

"I'm not afraid..." He said, staring at the ceiling. "I just don't think it's beneficial to go over things that happened so many years ago. I'd rather forget."

You rolled your lips. "But you can't forget, that's the truth. No matter how hard you try, it's all in there and you're just trying to distract yourself from the pain. It was like that with medicine and then at Kamar Taj and now with me..."

"Is not the same thing." He interrupted you. "Medicine was a way to prove to myself that I could be more. Kamar Taj was my salvation when I had lost all hope. You... you are the love of my life. I'm not with you to get distract from my problems, I'm with you because you gave meaning to my life, you made me happy."

You nodded, stroking his chest absently.

"But I'll do it if it's what you want."

"It's not for me that you have to do this, but for you, Stephen. You need to think about yourself sometimes."

He chuckled dryly "I've been called a narcissist, you know? Arrogant. Prepotent. It was when I stopped thinking about myself that I became a better person, they say."

"Fuck them. This is not true." You cupped his face making him look at you. "You've always been a good person, you've always done good even when you did it for selfish reasons. Now I'm asking you to dedicate some of your time to yourself. Please."

He smiles reassuringly at you. "Okay. Consider it done."

You allowed yourself a relieved sigh.

"I liked the 'you're my owner' thing. A little possessive, but I liked it." He teased, changing the subject again and again without any subtlety.

You smirked "We talk and do unimaginable things when we're horny."

"Yeah? I like making you horny, I love seeing how you transform at my touch. It's fascinating to me and I never get tired of it."

You pulled him to your lips and kissed him lingerly, pulling a hum from his throat.

"No man has ever made me feel the way you do. I love everything about you, Stephen."

He rested his forehead on yours and smiled proudly.

"And I love everything about you, my sweet… sweet... sweet... sweetheart." He said separating the words with kisses.

Reblog please! Leave a comment if you liked it. Interact! I will love to read all of your comments and opinions. It inspires me to keep writing ;)

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[islerouxsims]

DIZZY ISY SAVE FILE VERSION 7

Hello Dizzy Isy fans! I'm absolutely thrilled to announce the long-awaited release of Version 7!

I'm so sorry for the delay; unfortunately, my time to work on Dizzy Isy is very limited due to various challenging circumstances.

The save file is now updated for the Horse Ranch pack and Chestnut Ridge. I sadly don't have the latest EP yet, so that will just have to wait. Nevertheless, I hope you find joy in this new version of the save!

♥ What do you get? ♥

VERSION 1 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 2 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 3 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 4 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 5 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 6 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

…PLUS…

209 custom clubs and icons (+7 than v.6) with points/rivalries and custom activities.

Lots of details of custom books to find, interesting tombstones, photos with past histories and mysteries etc.

♥ When you enter the save♥

There are 3 empty lots.

There are 19 empty houses (12 starters, 6 under 100k, 1 under 120k). (I have now labelled the starters so it is clearer.)

There are 18 rentals in holiday destinations.

There are 2 free apartments.

Secret lots in Mt. Komerebi renovated.

Selvadorada and Strangerville adventure/mystery unplayed.

Conservation efforts not completed in Sulani.

Evergreen Harbor has many community project opportunities.

Neighbourhood Stories disactivated.

Voting and Eco Footprints also disactivated.

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It is a busy save file with many lots filled to stop random spawning of townies but the empty lots will soon quickly fill up with townie families if you don’t use them. The townies are clearly marked in the unplayed tab with the #townies so you know who is meant to have a lot and who isn’t.

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♥ What do you need? ♥

❥  ALL THE PACKS apart from Journey to Batuu and For Rent

❥  Kits used: Fashion Street kit, Incheon Arrivals kit, Desert Luxe and Carnival Streetwear kit

-You can still download this save file without all these packs or kits but some items might be replaced by substitutes, and we all know how those pan out.

❥ 150 MB of free space for this save file.

❥  Zerbu’s More Club Icons Mod (PLEASE DOWNLOAD FIRST!)

(If unavailable to you please download from here)

❥  Rex’s Custom Club Activities Mod (PLEASE ALSO DOWNLOAD BEFORE THE SAVE!)

♥ Recommendations ♥

❥ MC Command Center by Deaderpool.  

❥ No Random Townies by Zero.    

❥ No Random Hats Acessories and Makeup by Bienchens.    

(Anything by Bienshens is amazing and safe to use in my opinion)

♥ How to install? ♥

Make a backup of your Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Saves folder

Download the file, unzip, and place files in Electronic Arts/The Sims4/Saves.

Open your game, enter the save. It is named “Dizzy Isy Save File By Isleroux and you should see Marc Duchamp as the last played household

"As the eldest child and scion of the Duchamp legacy nectar dynasty, Marc holds the coveted position of the golden heir to Whispering Oaks Estate and Vineyard. Amidst familial expectations, a brewing rivalry with his sister Marielle adds tension. Will Marc confidently uncork the future, aligning with his parents' aspirations, or will Marielle steal success from beneath his fingertips?"

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DOWNLOAD (SFS) or 

DOWNLOAD (MediaFire)

(REMEMBER TO DOWNLOAD THE CUSTOM CLUB MODS FIRST!!)

**Lastly, if you find joy in the save file and wish to support me, perhaps you could consider buying me a coffee ☕ to help make future updates possible.

It's worth mentioning that despite the immense effort poured into Dizzy Isy over four years, I've chosen not to restrict access to my save files behind any paywall.

To those of you who have already extended your support, your kindness truly means the world to me. I want you to know that I see you, I appreciate you, and I'm grateful for your unwavering dedication, especially to those who have read this far down.**

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Happy simming!  ~isy~ ツ  

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[quartergremlin]

Sleepover.

what would a turtle top surgery look like? we have our answer.

I spent so long designing Donnie's room and then drew. none of it.

first/previous/next

transcript:

Leo: Heeey Don! Have fun on your special date?

Donnie: Move over.

L: It's been forever since we've had a sleepover!

D: Whatever satisfies your hyperactive nesting instinct.

L: ...

D: And stops you from stealing my stuff.

Meme: Donnie after sleeping in their mask

Instagram monologue:

It's trans Donnie hours. Currently batting around questions of turtle gender, kappa sexual dimorphism, and human vs yokai gender presentation. bc in regular turtles females are flat on bottom and males have a slight concave plastron (so they can valance on top of the shell when fucking) so I made it canon that in kappa (turtle yokai within the rottmnt canon, that the turtles are sometimes referred to as even though they are mutants (so I'm assuming they're similar enough plus the origins of yokai [is] basically the same, since kappa evolved through generations where the turtles took humanization steroids and speedran their evolution)) - gets read as masculine.

/however/being top-heavy like that reads as female to humans. the turtles were mostly socialized as humans and in human culture (as much as they could ve in kind-of hiding, but now they can very much belong in yokai culture

they /are/ afab (kind of, its a bit complicated - turtle chromosomes don't work like human chromosomes and if we run under the assumption that they /did/ get a sry gene from yoshi, something something something no matter how you look at it they're some flavor of intersex), but how much of their turtits situation is coming from their turtle or human side is up in the air

PAIRED. with the opposite yokai/human gender presentation scales here, can make being! any gender kind of complicated! nevermind a trans mutant ninja turtle. so the /real/ question kind of boils down to. when considering presenting a certain gender for society, which side do the turtles put more stock in? (plus the island question)

asking that with leo was easy - he asked what Top Surgery For Turtles^tm and donnie told him that he'd be transing in the wrong direction. Since Leo's never really had a problem with his body anyway he took it at face value and he's fine. Donnie, however. is nonbinary plus transmasc. if talking it from a purely yokai standpoint, he's doing pretty good. but donnie's always put a bit too much stock in others' approval. see: the purple dragons, big mama, etc. and being nonbinary under normal circumstances is shit like. usually.

Some people just. shoot for confusion. but how do you even start when both sides are pretty certain they're right in opposite directions. anyway the concludes my Trans Donnie Hours, thank you for coming to my TEDx talk.

#quarterdraws #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #clarification comic #rise leo #rise donnie

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

can you write relationship headcanons for hyugo please? he's so underrated oh my god- btw love your blog, i'm so happy there's more people in the tkatb fandom <33 thank you for your service!!

My Exaltation (Hyugo x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)

Thank you for the ask, Anon! And especially thank you for the kind words! :D

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer Exaltation: a feeling or state of extreme happiness. Trigger Warnings: NSFW and sexual mentions (nothing too crazy though).

A/N: (Check down the bottom for more info: but here's the server skeleton I've made: Link: TKATB Server).

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SFW

I see Hyugo as somebody very affectionate, like a puppy. (He literally gives puppy-dog eyes like c’mon). Also is capable of becoming as feral as one.

Definitely will be the type to walk up to you randomly and beg on his knees request to do something, considering I feel like part of the reason he has so much on his plate is due to the fact he can't stand having the same routine day after day. He needs spice. And you'll happily oblige.

Also very protective. Hell, this guy killed someone(s), so he’d be more than willing to defend you if it comes to that. Owns weapons 110%. Is also very capable at using them.

Hides all his suspicious activity from you. Not because he doesn't trust you, but mostly due to the fact he doesn't want you to get involved.

When If you move in together, he will make sure to enroll you in self-defense/weapon training classes (or he'll teach you himself, who cares about the law he's committed about 56 crimes in the span of a month /jkjk).

Is alarmingly strong, for someone of his stature and build, he often ensures to work out, because, well, he never knows when someone will come after him now does he?

Is paranoid about your safety 25/8, he's alert and vigil every waking moment. Ever since the cinema incident, he's been freaking out internally. (What if they find out about you? What if you go missing too?). Will hide it though, he can't afford you to be scared of him, now can he?

Crime hustles aside, Hyugo is genuinely a very loving and #goldenretriever boyfriend. Will use petnames as much as humanely possible, usually the flirty ones like 'darling'.

If you are a clothesnapper, expect him to start stealing back, eventually both your wardrobes will be swapped. You both don't care though, because both your horny asses will be relishing in the smell of each other in secret teehee.

Will be pulling the biggest 'Aww you look so adorable!!!!!' face known to man the first time you stole his clothes (probs a sweater or overshirt). Will tease you about it.

Makes puns 24/7, actually a master at them, it's kind of unnerving.

If you're ticklish, do not, under ANY circumstance, let him find out. You will be on the verge of dying each time he tickles you.

Hyugo's heart melts if you wanna watch his favourite movies with him: "Uh...Oh my God! MC! The new *insert movie title* came out...wanna watch it together this Sunday?" *insert massive puppy dog eyes, a cutesy little pout and two slender hands clasped together in a praying motion*

You agree, because...of fucking course you will.

Doesn't care enough to cook most of the time, but will try for you. :]

If you're cooking (or baking desserts), he'll spawn right behind you and hug you.

Will make you game with him, you don't have a choice, this guy needs action in his life (totally not like he doesn't already have any right-)

He's the little spoon, loves being smushed into your tits/pecs pressed against your torso, it means he can hear your heartbeat. It means he can fall asleep knowing you're safe.

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NSFW (I am aware these may seem short. But. uh. I'm rusty cut me some slack).

I see Hyugo as a power bottom, or even a switch. (Emphasis on the 'power' part, this guy is strong).

Is capable of serving cunt/cock scarily well. Like you have no clue how he got this good.

Don't pull his hair too hard, a bit'll make him whine groan, but he doesn't seem the type to be into hair pulling unlike Sol and Crowe teehee

More funny during sex imo, depending on how intimate it is. If it's a sudden need then he'll be silent as the grave and going all out on dishing his horniness out, but if you're both chill and happy then he's much more jovial.

Masterful at aftercare, will murmur praises for how good you were, how much he loves you, etc. into your collarbone.

You are everything to him, his lover, his vehement source of peace, and his exaltation.

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A/N: So, @hayooni mentioned that we should probably have a Discord server or something, so I made one. It's pretty mid so far, and I'm definitely going to hand off admins to other people who're superior when it comes to Discord server making, but hell, how about we make sure this community is as nontoxic and interconnected as possible. We're the OGs and veterans of this fandom; we might as well make it a fucking good one.

Link: TKATB Server

#reminder that geo is superior #the kid at the back #tkatb #hyugo sugimoto #tkatb vn #tkatb x reader #tkatb hyugo #hyugo has big dick energy frfr #like the rest of the inches all had to end up somewhere amirite #also i tried green tea today i fucking hated it #i literally became bedridden from how badly my stomach handled it

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Potential Ango backstory. Because I like to make connections that don't exist.

I received a tag under my last post about Ango...

I have been enabled.

What I said in that last post was that due to the disconnect between Ango's values and the values of the Special Division - in particular, their views on necessary sacrifice and the greater good - I found it odd for this to be Ango's career choice. So, I have this theory... it's really more headcanon than anything but basically, I wonder if Ango didn't choose to work there, but rather had no choice.

First off, Ango being a government agent before he joined the Mafia means that he was already one under the age of 19... which is. Well, far from uncommon in the BSD universe but... does the government itself really not have age restrictions on potential members? Ango would've been younger than 19 when he started working for the Special Division. He was 22 ish in Dark Era, first met Oda and Dazai two years earlier, and joined the Mafia one year before that. I know we like to joke that the preferred hiring age in BSD is like... 14-15, but for the Mafia, this makes sense - there's no hiring age there; most of them are or were kids with nowhere else to go. Fukuzawa hires minors who typically also have nowhere to go. Ango was really young when he joined the Special Division. Since they would, at least, have to follow some laws (I believe anyways), the circumstances of Ango's joining were probably not the usual.

Here's another weird bit: the government sent a 19 year old spy to infiltrate the Mafia, one who was too low-ranked to have any say in decisions (he had no say in their sending in of Shibusawa, for instance). That's... weird, on it's own. He had no influence but they felt certain the man wouldn't betray them or get caught? That's a lot of faith to place in him. Now, granted, he's a very reliable person and his ability is absolutely the reason he was selected - but it's still strange.

You might be thinking, okay, but what about his replacement? Tachihara was sent in after Ango so the government could keep monitoring the mafia's activities, and he was a young, new recruit. Yes, that's true but see, here's the thing: Tachihara's nature as a Hunting Dog means the government has a guaranteed hold on him - Teruko mentions that the Hunting Dogs need to undergo monthly surgeries to maintain their bodies after their enhancements. I see no reason Tachihara wouldn't have had to do the same. So, in my mind, that goes to show that they needed some kind of hold on Ango too, right? Wouldn't you want some kind of insurance on someone so presumably new?

I'm going to cut away from this for a moment so I can point out a passage from Dark Era where Oda finds how Ango (allegedly) joined the Mafia:

The gist of it was: Ango was a hacker -> he helped a gang steal money -> the money was stolen from a Mafia front company -> Ango was on the run for several months before the Mafia caught him -> Ango's manipulation of the trackers' information was so impressive to Mori that he invited Ango to join the Mafia

Obviously, this is a cover story. But at the surface it kind of has to be true, otherwise the Mafia would know. So, it was set up for Ango to help steal that money by the government. Why this particular story though? Well, they say the best lies are often rooted in truth. Before he joined the Division, I suggest that Ango really was a hacker and seller of information. (Just fyi, his real life author inspiration was a bit of a delinquent so... make of that what you will.)

Now this next part is a mess because we still don't know how all the pieces fit together.

Remember that the Special Division, and by extension the government, are considered so incredibly powerful that they could destroy the Mafia. From Dark Era:

That legal document appears to be the only thing that keeps ability users reasonably safe. Atsushi was being tracked as the "rampaging tiger" and had nowhere else to go. What about people like Yosano or Chuuya, associated with military research? Even Kenji - he was hired after he moved a mountain out of grief. It appears that the permit is a necessary protection to those ability users who reveal they are ability users publicly.

In Gaiden, Tsujimura explains that the Division also continuously monitors the activities of ability users. Essentially, in addition to the legal protection the permits provide, they also seem to make the Division's job of keeping track of all ability users, what they're using their abilities for, and how dangerous the abilities are, much easier. We also know that if an ability user proves too great of a threat to the general public, the Special Division can and will eliminate targets unless the target proves especially useful (ex. Ayatsuji).

Ok why am I going over all this? I'm just trying to make it clear how incredibly powerful the Division is. But what I also want to denote is that they are focused primarily on the greater good and will justify sacrifice of individuals (which contradicts Ango's beliefs directly), and they also take orders still from higher ups in the government (and the government in bsd is... a bit shifty if you ask me).

And about Ango: his values lie in life and an appreciation for it. He prioritizes memory and records, especially of those who have passed. He has many regrets and is, at heart, a kind person. However, he also has the capacity to do what "needs to be done", seems particularly vengeful and angry with Sigma for Taneda's stabbing, and was ready to shoot Atsushi when he collapsed after the Sky Casino arc. He also went from making deliberate stubborn efforts to create records of the dead, to being part of the cover up for a group of disgraced soldiers and one of his closest friends. He does things because he thinks no one else can do them - so this means it is his obligation.

So, finally, here's my deranged conspiracy: I think Ango was a hacker in his teenage years, and I think he always had the intention of preserving life in some way. Perhaps he attempted to make information about the war, or something to do with ability users, public. Whatever he found, he got in serious trouble, whether with a criminal organization, or with the government itself, I'm not clear on. Ango needed to join the Division for protection, and perhaps it was Taneda's idea to invite him, seeing that his ability would be very useful - that would explain the loyalty. It's also possible that Ango's actions resulted in a loss of life, and so he no longer trusts himself, which is why he is constantly torn between opposing values. I wonder if it was explained to Ango by the people in charge why certain information had to be withheld from the public, in such a way that he felt guilty for what he'd done - maybe that's why he's so diligent. It would be tragic if guilt turned out to have always been the motivator for his character and if he stands with the Division despite his offset values because he really does think they know how to better help people than his instinctive response ever could. While I'm sure the Division was confident in Ango's loyalty (one of his dislikes is written as betrayal for goodness sake), they also had a hold on him due to the nature of his ability. He is a walking store of classified information, which we are told repeatedly in Dark Era makes him a prime target. This means that nowhere is safe for him unless he stays with the Division. There is no guarantee that the government itself wouldn't also consider him a liability if he were to suddenly quit. In summary, Ango's joining of the Division was not a free choice, and while he likely feels grateful to people like Taneda for that chance - he also cannot leave.

Regardless of whether or not you all think I am wholly deranged now, there is definitely something to Ango we're not privy to yet. Here's some extra stuff on Ango to chew on:

He had the experience once of taking in so much information he passed out while his brain tried to process it (much like Atsushi did after Sigma transfers the information to him about the Page)

He had some run-in with Chuuya which apparently led to Chuuya owing him for something?

He seems to have been more comfortable defying expectations in the Mafia than he ever was in the Division

Thus concludes my Ango theory.

Source? Just trust me bro.

#i also like this because it heightens chuuya-ango parallels #and we still have yet to find out how they're connected so. you know. fun! #also i think it would be absolutely horrible (read: very good) if the info ango found was actually connected to the seventh agency #idk seems weird it would be name dropped by dostoevsky if it had nothing to do with ango #anyways i am so sorry if you read all this it's an absolute mess #worst meta i've done by far but i just can't look at it anymore #bsd #bsd meta #bsd ango #storyrambles #btw welcome to the fringe of my number one bsd conspiracy theory - the government's secret agency will turn out to be the final villains #ok. take it just take it i can't anymore

[drivinmeinsane]

i want that essay about six x k!! im curious to know what your favorite ryguy ships are because you write some interesting ones. what about your least favorites too?

Thank you for the question! I'm not sure I can ethically subject anyone to that essay, anon, it'd just be the ramblings of a madman. However, I'll let some of it slip through in response to your ask. Just for you. ♥

I narrowed my favorites down to three and provided explanations of sorts for all of them. Spoiler alert, they're not short and probably don't make a lot of sense. (；′⌒`)

»{ Driver x Ken

Ken desperately needs to be provided for. He withers and dies if not wanted, sincerely or not. He’ll accept someone’s false desire no matter how hollow it leaves him. He snaps up scraps of affection like a starving dog. He's bossy and flashy as a show of false bravado to cover up his deep insecurities and abandonment issues. There's that desire in him to be a little plaything, to let someone else call the shots. He’s very susceptible to being molded into whatever form someone else desires. He wants to be the “and Ken” even as he tries to figure out what it means to be himself. Driver has a deep seated need to be needed, being wanted is just a cherry on top. He's obsessive and territorial. He never got to keep anything for himself. The effect his parents had on him is clear. There’s traces in him of the way that his mom kept bugs trapped under drinking glasses until they suffocated rather than let them go. There’s flashes of casual brutality in him that echos when she took two knives to his father’s throat at the kitchen table. His father’s only need of him was to aid him in stealing, but found himself discarded the moment he hit his growth spurt and became too tall. He latched onto a childhood friend, carries pieces of his time with him and his family with him (his love of Mexican food among other things). His foster family didn’t need him, not really, so he left to find someone who did. He lets Shannon undercut him because Shannon finds him useful. He’s the best wheelman in the city and an excellent mechanic because it means people rely on him. He can taste being the most important person in their lives for just a moment. He's made himself as indispensable as possible, always chasing the dragon. He would destroy himself to be needed, never mind anyone else in his path. Driver latches onto Ken, because Ken needs him in order to survive in the real world. He’s needed more by him than anyone has never needed him, and oh, he revels in that need. In return for Ken’s reliance, Driver wants him, wants him so badly that he would throw any semblance of sanity out the window. He doesn’t ask questions of Ken’s circumstances, doesn’t want to know the hows and the whys, lest it break the spell. Ken can place the fragility of himself in Driver’s hands and know that Driver still wants him despite it. He can trust Driver to shape him with the careful touch of a mechanic, fine tune all the parts of him until there’s nothing else but tender maintenance. There’s no scraps here, it is a sickening feast of devotion and Ken will gorge himself. Driver will suffocate Ken under a glass and Ken will help Driver place it over him.

»{ Officer K x Sierra Six

There’s nothing truly real in K’s life. Everything is pretend, playacting, a pantomime of something greater. He is so wrapped up in the desire to be a real human being to the point where he does stop to consider the ways that he already is. He has his own humanity, his own soul, his own emotions. He doesn’t address the human quality of the drive to want. Instead, he yearns until it kills him and what is more human than that? He craves a family, craves connections. K patches together what he can. He finds a mother, a father, a wife. He collects things from replicants that he’s retired. He’s trying to make up a soul from pieces of others. He’s desperately reaching out only to hit walls. No one is reaching out for him in return. He’s nothing more than a means to an end, a tool. Six sacrifices himself, goes where he’s pointed, throws himself in the path of destruction over and over for people that he loves. He lets himself be injured, lets himself be thrown away, lets himself be used. All in the name of love and duty. He does not stop to contemplate what he is or what he might be. There is no chase for a deeper meaning of what it means to be human. He just simply is what he is because there is no time to be anything but that. He doesn’t have the time to examine his feelings. Tools don’t think. They are reflections of each other. Two men without human names, treated as objects. Their autonomy is of no consequence. They were two scared boys standing up for what was theirs only to become two scared men willing to die for what matters to them. K would be forced to see Six as a person. Perhaps he would realize that if the other individual is human, K must be as well because they are the same. Six would finally be able to open the lid on the swirl of thoughts inside him, to share a part of himself with someone who would understand. They could gather up the scraps of their lives and put them together to make something meaningful. Family. K would reach out to his mirror image only for it to do the same and meet him palm to palm. Flesh to flesh. Interlinked at last. Maybe the burden of what he has have done wouldn’t weigh so heavily on Six with someone else’s equally tainted hands on the stone beside his. Maybe the boulder wouldn’t roll back down the hill.

»{ Henry Letham x Sam Foster

No matter what, Henry is hell bound. He can’t imagine a happy ending for himself. He has woven a tangled web of destruction and self-flagellation that I think holds true even if he hadn’t been going through the events of the movie. He’s an artist with the flair for the extreme. He’s obsessive and ruminates over the same things over and over, wringing out every ounce of meaning. He assigns significance where there is none. Sam is a fixer. Despite his own mental well-being, he has to try to save others. He cannot sit by passively. It’s that kind of attitude that gets him crouching beside a dying man on a bridge at night. Outwardly, he has it all together, sensible. He is likely the model image of a good doctor, going above and beyond for those under his care. Henry would haunt Sam, consume his thoughts. Sam would let Henry infect him. They are intertwined and neither wants to truly break free. Henry finds a captive audience in Sam. He’s able to admit things to him he would never say to anyone else, couldn’t say to anyone else. Henry is Sam’s destruction in any reality. Sam will never not be too late to save Henry.

+ Shoutouts to Holland March x Jackson Healy. I really like the ship but would never write for it without my bestie, @danime25, collabing with me. It just doesn't scratch that itch in my brain in a way that makes me want to go solo.

Also, I'm not going to dive into ships I dislike here. I might be a hater, but I'm not going to hate publicly. This sideblog is for fun. We're all just celebrating the RyGos boys here so I just want to focus on what I do enjoy. ♪(´▽｀)

Feel free to share your thoughts. I'm always down to talk about these guys.

#.from you #.ask #driver x ken #ken x driver #driver #ken #drive (2011) #officer k x sierra six #sierra six x officer k #blade runner 2049 #stay (2005) #henry letham #henry letham x sam foster #sam foster #officer k #sierra six #.my thoughts #.bee speaks

[david-powers-simp]

Headcancon: how the lost boys keep clean

Alright so this is probably the most crack head fic I've ever written, but you know I've had this thought on my mind and i couldn't stop thinking about it so here we have its. Let's hope I don't suck at writing

So first let's talk hygiene. I swear on my life that despite what is said by the frog brothers. The boys are moderately clean. I know good and well they aren't filthy but they might not be the cleanest all the time,they are vampires for crying out loud.

However sensibly speaking the boys have to bath at least once a night do to them feeding. As we see they boys are exactly the most clean after feeding. They are covered in blood, looking awfully disheveled. Clothes torn,hair all messy.

Under no circumstances could they stroll down the boardwalk looking like that, even if, let's just say they return to the cave after feeding which I sort of doubt considering the amount of darkness they still have to prowl around. Driving home looking like that wouldn't be ideal.

So I feel strongly that the boys bathe after feeding. Which Paul and Marko absolutely love! Those two really enjoy getting clean.

But how do they get clean?

Im so glad you asked my friend. There are a few options really. First and for most, the boys could easily find a secluded part of the beach and jump in the water and wash up, this in particularly is Marko and Paul's favorite way of getting clean they really like the big open water and how fast and efficiently they can get clean, they also definitely get into a splashing fight. Dwayne absolutely destroys them both and 100% wins the splashing game. Even if there really is no way of "winning" Dwayne wins. Its safe to say Dwayne does enjoy the ocean as well he likes all the space and all the cool shells he finds is a plus too ( yes. Dwayne has a shell collection don't judge him). david on the other hand...he doesn't hate it but its his least favorite way of getting clean. For one david hates the cold he's also not the biggest fan of sand either. He will tolerate it especially since his brothers do enjoy it sm but if david had to pick it were they got cleaned it would not be the ocean. He does however like to join in on the splash fights he just acts like he doesn't.

if david did get his way his favorite way to get clean is a nice hot shower. And I know what you're saying. How does he shower? Now while the boy's cave doesn't have a shower, max's house does. So a good bit of the time especially in the winter. When the boys are dirty aka coverd in blood, they use max's shower at his house. Since max works at the video store at night its a breeze for the boys to get into his house and use his stuff.

Now David enjoys himself a hot shower. He can properly get clean while staying warm. He doesn't mind the fact he smells good after either. A shower gives him enough time to wash his hair thoroughly. So after words he can style it back. I feel like david rummages through max's medicine cabinet and steals his cologne. What can I say david likes smelling good.

Although david doesn't wash his hair everyday, he just doesn't like too. However he will do it at least twice a week.

Now that leaves dwyane. His favorite way of cleaning up is definitely a good warm bath. I don't want to hear it from any of you. I feel in my soul that dwayne loves baths, I mean its relaxing.  The water has to be just right tho.  dwayne is picking about the temperature and who can blame him.

He likes bubbles too. dwayne loves good smells so naturally he likes the sent of the soap and bodywash being a vampire and having enhanced senses makes bathes all the more delightful for him. While he's soaking in the tube he likes to have a good shave. This however is sometimes damn near impossible.

Since he can't see himself in a mirror he relies a lot on feeling his face and the stubble thats there and when he's managed to very carefully shave it off, once he believes he's gotten it all he'll run his hand all across his face to make sure its all smooth. Once his face is all shaved and smooth. Dwayne begins rinsing off and getting out.

There you have it my lovelies. 💖💫 :) I hope you guys enjoyed it. I think it honestly is a dumpster fire. Let me know what you think and how I can improve my writing id really appreciate it. :) But i hope you guys did like it. This is how I will be writing my headcanons I have for the boys. If you have any requests just send them too me. I want to try and write an even mix of headcanons, preferences and imagines but we shall see.

#the lost boys #paul tlb #david tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys 1987 #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

GUESS WHAT WE GOT ANOTHER REPOSTER. 

You know, i came onto tumblr really excited to share this dumb doodle comic i did, now i just feel gross. Because this was reposted on an app i do not have an account for and I cannot contact them via there, I’m posting this here, so sorry to y’alls who just trying to have a good time, some people just have trouble being half-decent ig

I was not contacted by this person or asked in any way shape or form to use my art on their account. They do not credit or mention me (not that that would make this any better) and I do NOT want my stuff on tiktok. 

To this person, this is your one and only warning: 

Take. My. Art. Down. Now. 

You have reposted my art, my mutuals art, my friends art and even my siblings art. What you are doing is harmful to me and to my friends. This is disgusting and disheartening ESPECIALLY seeing my art used in such a way that makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable and I am sick and tired of seeing this. 

Think I’m being harsh? my art has been stolen and reposted and used without my permissions dozens of times and I am getting sick and tired of it. I want to be patient and kind but that’s kind of difficult when i see others not only harming me but also my friends livelihoods and incomes by stealing their art like this. And it is disgusting to see you use a minor’s art the way you did. To you it’s nothing more than a few minutes of posting and a couple of likes. To the artist you take it form it means the difference between a meal and going to bed hungry.

To anyone else who has reposted art in the past or are considering doing so now, DO NOT. It is harmful and cruel and while you’re laughing about the edits you use my art in, I, the creator, and sitting here sick to my stomach and considering never posting again because of your behaviour. I’ve got to wonder if you care about the people you consume content for at all? because from where I’m sitting you look selfish, inconsiderate and cruel. 

If you want to support an artist, REBLOG THEIR STUFF. SHARE LINKS. TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THIS COOL COMIC AND LINK THEM BACK TO THE SOURCE. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES REPOST WITHOUT AN ARTISTS PERMISSION OR KNOWLEDGE. Ask if you’re wondering if you can use art in a tribute or edit. Credit them if they say yes. If they say no, be respectful of the creator you like and find something else to use or better yet, make your own. 

to all my good followers, I love you guys, and thanks for having my back. I really appreciate your support and kindness as I create and deal with this kind of stuff. 

I’m not sure what i’m going to do about this aside from this post, and i really don’t want to make an account for this, hopefully if the reposter has any decency they’ll take down all the stolen art and stop doing this and i won't have to. 

For the time being, I’m not feeling real great, aside from being angry about this, I feel sick, so I won’t be sharing that comic I was going to post. I’m really sorry anyone who wanted to see my stuff is suffering from the actions of this person. Maybe I’ll feel better in a couple weeks or so, but for the time being I’m gonna continue being mostly offline. 

~knox

Edit (July 3 2022): as of today the reposter has taken my art down and a lot of the other reposted work down and posted an apology to me and one other artist they reposted from (they reposted the work of at least six other artists) due to some other issues that I will not be specifying I have blocked them. Again, please don't harass this person if you recognize them. Or any reposters or people who demonstrate bad behavior. Letting people know reposting is harmful is one thing, but attacking them and rentelessly chasing them off their socials is another. Thanks guys hope you're all having a stellar day o7

#knox rambles #reposter #art theft #sorry for the long post y'alls #i'm not real thrilled rn #long post #blocked out the name cause i don't want them getting harassed but dear gods #i have common decency reposter #do you? #if ur following me either get of my blog or respect me as i creator i will not tolerate your presence otherwise. #I'M REALLY TIRED OF THIS

[internetmisfitsworld]

I know Call of Duty Mobile comics are not canon (at least to my knowledge), but it's nice to see some crumbs of Makarov contents. Most importantly, there's a hint of "Makarov being a girl dad" moments in the comic that had me screaming.

We get to see more of his personality, though some of it were a bit OOC to me. But most of the time, they got him right. More russian quips and all, something we don't see much back in MW2 and MW3.

His sassy bitchy side. We got glimpse of that back in MW2 and MW3 but in the comics? Deadass he's such a sassy little shit, that at some point I couldn't even be mad at him 😂 .

We also get to see him sort of, kind of, but not really, have this odd sometimes wholesome, mostly questionable, father-daughter vibe with Sophia Couteau. This bit was probably that caught me off guard the most, mostly because we know him as this cold heartless bastard that he is. It was mentioned that he took her in as his protege after her father died. She became part of his crew along with another character Wraith. Funny enough, Sophia even slightly defend Makarov against Dame (her mother) here.

"I know how much you long for big strong parental figure to make things right for you"

"Big Daddy Vladimir" (The way I cackled when I read this line agagahhaha we get it Dame ✋️✋️✋️Makarov is big and strong lmaooo she so real for that)

"As much my mother as Makarov is" (Confirmed. Makarov is mother 💅🏻)

Anyway, back on the topic.

Interestingly, Sophia's father, Edouard "Templar", once tried to kill Makarov. Sooo, you can see why I label Sophia and Makarov father daughter vibe as "questionable", since well... it's Makarov we're talking here. Trusting Makarov is a deathwish.

So, what was Makarov's intention of taking Sophia, whose father tried to kill him, under his care?

Personally, I believe there's a thin line between genuine care and using her for his own cause. I do believe he initially took her in to use her for his personal agenda. But overtime, he grew to care for her a little bit. Maybe he sees himself in her, reminding him back in his days when Zakhaev took him in (different circumstances but still there's similarities). But of course, I don't believe his growing care for her diminished any thought of using her as a pawn for him to use. But damn it he did had me thinking that he genuinely, truly cared for her.

Another thought I had is that, he might took her in because he sees it as some kind of twisted way to get back at Edouard? Maybe he thought; "You tried to kill me? Imma steal yo kid and be a better dad than you then lmfaoo *runs away with adoption paper in his hand*"

But not really though. Considering at the time, Edouard was considered dead (turns out to be alive sometimes later though agaaag this comic really kills me because anyone can never be truly dead). So, him doing this in the name of "getting revenge" on Edouard, is pointless. Unless of course, he's always known Edouard is alive the whole time.

Yeah all in all, it was really a treat to see Makarov being nice and affectionate with someone. A treat and kinda astounding sight too. Especially since we know what he's like in the game agagaa. Like yeah we know who he is and what he is, we know if push comes to shove, he will probably betray Sophia in a heartbeat. But still, it's heartwarming to see their interaction.

Makarov Parenting 101: Gives manipulation tactics advice

Makarov Parenting 101: Be the first to cover your kid's back. Also, keep your kid's close.

Makarov Parenting 101: Teach your kid your language

(FYI Sophia is French. And yeah I know that it doesn't really mean anything considering that a) it's a pretty simple and common phrase so maybe she doesn't really know russian and only knows a couple of phrase or b) maybe she learned the language herself. But still, it's fun to consider that maybe she pick it up from Makarov. Bet she learned a few curse words as well 🤣 Mak disapproves at first but overtime he finds it amusing and snickers whenever she said it)

Makarov Parenting 101: Gives reassurance to your kid (even if you have to lie)

Yeah I'm on the fence on this one, because as much as I want to believe it, part of me have a feeling that he had that family killed. Also,

"I'm not a monster" The audacity of his ass to say this line lol 💀

Bonus:

It's a funny sight to see him helping someone up. Because we know what happened the last time he did that (rip allen you should've never take that hand). Also, he didn't have to help her up. She's more than capable to do that. Not just Wraith but Sophia too. But here he is giving his hand to them. Notice that Sophia was ahead of them, so I'm gonna assume Mak went up first then wait out to help Sophia up the roof then help Wraith. "He really said "I might be a mass murdering psychopathic terrorist but at least I'm a gentleman 👍"

Also another Makarov Parenting 101: Always help your kid up first in high altitude situation.

So yeah. In the comic, they seem to tone him down a little. Shows his light and sometimes dark, humorous side (a nice change though I'm not complaining). A little flirty too ("never darling" "Freya my dear").

"Never, darling" (SWOON GAGAHAHAGA)

#vladimir makarov #call of duty vladimir makarov #call of duty makarov #modern warfare makarov #mw makarov #cod makarov #call of duty sophia couteau #call of duty wraith #call of duty freya helvig #call of duty dame #call of duty cecilia perrin #call of duty edouard couteau #call of duty templar #call of duty mobile

[evagora]

hi!! here i brought some headcanons for @qfliporiana 's Fear AU

enjoy!!

— For the first month, when it all started, Mariana was the one who would go to recollect whatever they needed. He was distant bc he didn't want to get attached to Juana in case anything happened. He didn't have too much faith in either he or Slime as a parent. — During this time, Slime was in ecstasy of having so much time to spend with their daughter. However, when he started noticing Mariana's erratic behaviour (and the amount of shit he dealt with during his outings), he stepped up and talked with him. (Because in this AU they actually communicate. Impressive, right?) — After discussing about it, and Slime basically forcing him to spend some time with Juanaflippa, they agreed on a routine: they would alternate everyday between who stayed at home and who would go navigate through the mobs. — Mariana cooks. Slime cleans. Slime's banned from the kitchen cuz he almost burnt their house down, and Mariana is banned from mixing chemicals together bc he accidentally made mustard gas and almost kills everyone inside the house. — Life can get kinda boring when you're locked in your house, and they knew Juana needed some sort of stimulation. So they created their 2-cents versions of popular board-games. The only not-homemade game they have is some poker cards Quackity gave them. — "Don't let Juana bet unless is Sunday" is an actual rule they implemented. — Slime has a nasty scar on his shoulder. Not from any hostile mob trying to kill him, but from a badly-aimed arrow from Mariana. Since then, Mariana doesn't use bows. — Slime sings Juana her lullabies bc Mariana gets too into it. Slime, while he has a higher pitch than Mariana, also has a softer voice: he hums whatever lullaby his sibling sang on his days inside the cage they were kept in. With him, Juana falls asleep in mere minutes. — Mariana has a whole repertoire of Mexican ballads in his mind. Sometimes, he badly-sang on purpose for Juanaflippa to cheer her up, or used the songs to teach her some Spanish. Juanaflippa imagines entire telenovelas with this songs. Sometimes, when Juanaflippa had nightmares or was too-distressed by the monsters howling outside and Slime was out, he would sit her on his lap and lowly sing for her until it all passed. Juanaflippa thinks that his voice sounds like thunder, all loud and rumbly, but in those moments she was grateful that it was strong enough to drown any other sound around them. — They have a farm inside their house. Juanaflippa adores it; she loves helping to take care of the plants. — They don't let Juana out, under any circumstances. The last time they took her out. Well. Stuff happened. — When Mariana and Slime discovered that Philza and Missa lived on top of the wall, they tried to make a tunnel so they could steal from them. The tunnel was done, but the robbing not so much; they didn't take into account the force to be reckoned Chayanne is. Since then, both pairs have a tense relationship. — Sometimes, Chayanne and Juana talked through the wall. Juana thinks he's a bit rude but considers him her friend. He also told her epic stories, so that's a plus.

#qsmp #slimecicle #elmariana #this isnt really shipping bc i SUCK at romance but. you can interpret the hc like that #juanaflippa #qsmp chayanne #missasinfonia #philza #fear au

[deltaruinedcoco37]

SplatoonMG4 CHAPTER 1: The Gays Meet for the First Time

(Third person)

It was currently…daytime.

Probably?

Well, that's all SMG3 could make of it. Wearing a watch just never really seemed too practical, considering that he would never need to know the time here. He just needed to go through his schedule. Was it a schedule, actually? No, more of…an instruction manual.

STRIKE MAP GUARDIAN 3 (Suction-Cup Lookout - Octoling Strike)

Always be on the lookout for members of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, especially their latest recruit, Agent Four.

If an NSS Agent is seen, immediately alert all Octoling soldiers around the map to guard the Mini Zapfish. Your map is Octoling Strike, a replica of the Inkling battle map "The Reef", and you should remain hidden in one of the many buildings around the map. Avoid engaging in battle at all costs.

If the map's soldiers are defeated, you must rush them to the nearest Respawn platforms as quickly as you can. Release at least ten Squee-Gs and evacuate until the map is cleared of all ink before sending the Octolings back in.

If confronted with no escape, we have supplied you with one weapon from our limited supply. Treat it with care, and do not break it.

DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, REMOVE YOUR HYPNOSHADES.

To be honest, sometimes SMG3 wasn't sure if the last instruction on the page was real. Maybe he was just imagining it. He did a double take, and-

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What was he doing again?

Right, he was going to…check the Mini Zapfish capsules.

That was it.

Although, sometimes this job seemed a bit pointless. Why keep going? Why not just let them rest for a moment, why not just leave now? He had been so busy with this shit that he'd missed Octavio's concert. Oh wait, wasn't it 'Dj ZeR0' or something like that? Kinda cringy honestly.

So many people had left, yeah. Why not him? Why stay here? What was keeping him from-

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What was he just thinking about…?

Suddenly, he heard a sound that was all too familiar to him…the sound of a certain Respawn platform linking to the soul of an Inkling.

Well.

Looks like it's time to start blasting some sweet Turquoise October in here.

~~~

"Octolings!"

Yeah, Four knew. Mario really didn't need to tell him that, but whatever. Not like he could just tell his boss to get off the line.

Agent Four, the newest NSS Agent, sighed. "I can't believe they're still trying to steal our power! Who are they even working for anyway?…I thought Zer0 was captured. Safely this time."

Luigi, the brother who originally recruited him, thought for a second. "W-well, we don't really know…since, m-most of them left, or we freed… It could be the ones that aren't free yet?"

That was kind of solid, Four thought, Maybe he's onto something. Hey, wait- is he right?… The blue-haired Inkling squinted at the Octolings. Are they still wearing Hypnoshades?

"Is it okay if I try something a little different?" he asked the brothers. They hesitated for a moment before Mario said yes, because they knew that even if he was splatted, he had a few lives left on this janky Respawn platform. Also, Mario liked dangerous stunts and chaos.

Four grinned. "Okay. Now let's see who's behind this all!"

First, he grabbed Belle's (Sheldon's) drone and turned off the Superjump target. Which was probably the most dangerous thing an Inkling can do, but that didn't matter, he had extra lives! Now it was time to launch himself at high speeds to a random spot in this place where he could end up anywhere from exactly where he needed to be to an Octarian dumpster in the city below.

C R A S H

Goddammit, that fucking hurt. Not really, since Inklings are strong, but yeah…who would've expected this? Who could've possibly expected that with infinite possibilities, one of them could be crashing through the side of a fucking building-

"AGENT 4! A-ARE YOU OKAY?!" Luigi was terrified, and for good reason. This was uncharted territory for the NSS…an Octarian city…

Wait, no. It was just one of those fake buildings the Octarians made to mimic The Reef. No wonder it was so empty.

What's that over there?

Was that…

A…

ZAPFISH?!

Whoa. Four didn't think he would find one of these little guys so unguarded…why was its capsule just sitting here?

"[Inkling.]"

He felt the uncomfortable sensation of ink that wasn't his own color touching him.

An Octobrush, and an Octarian…holding it to the side of his face. More specifically, an Octoling with violet tentacles, wielding a rather powerful-looking brush stained with magenta ink… definitely not a soldier, but what?

Carp. How would he even get out of this?

"[What's one of YOUR KIND doing here?]" the Octoling screeched. "[You've taken EVERYTHING. Our electricity, our king, our time, our LIVES. And you have the NERVE-]" he harshly glared at the Inkling- "[-to just BARGE INTO my workspace?! You…you absolute fucking dipshit!]"

Uh oh, that Octoling sounded…mad… Four thought.

Which was why it was horrible…that the Agent didn't understand a single word of the Runic that was being spoken.

"U-uuh, you're completely mistaken!" he exclaimed. "I-I'm one of you! Definitely! See, I…I knew the way here!" Four's eyes darted around the room for a second before he pointed at the hole in the wall. "Oh, wait…"

Yeah, he was not making it out of here alive. He just…uh…had to listen to this guy monologue for another minute before the sweet release of death- well, not really, since the whole Respawn platform thing. Wow…this guy will just not shut up. He must never get to monologue to anyone, that sounds…sad. :(

"[…And finally, after SO MANY defeats…we- no, I will strike you down, Agent Four!]" the Octoling yelled. "[Since I'm Strike Map Guardian 3, or SMG3, I've always felt like it has been my duty to…]"

Okay, this was actually kind of sad now. When will he stop…

Wait, 'SMG3'? That didn't sound like a word in Runic, Square, or Round…sure, maybe it was in Halfmoon, Bold, or Sign, but probably not since those were Inkling languages. Was that…his name?

He did hear about some Octarians from Beaker's Depot not having proper names.

"Uh- th-that's…cool! I'm sorry, but I have to get going…yeah…I'm totally one of you guys, so I have evil crap to do! My name is SMG4!" He weakly smiled. "Can I…"

SMG3 was not impressed. No one would be, though, the only thing really impressive about this was Agent Four's sheer stupidity. Lying to an Octoling. As an Inkling. About being an Octoling. While speaking in an Inkling language. Fucking idiot.

It wasn't a surprise when the Map Guardian finally smacked Agent Four to the ground with his Octobrush, leaving the Inkling with barely any HP… but he was still alive, and mildly annoyed now. "Hey! What was that for?! I listened to your villain monologue…"

At this point, Mario was done with just listening in silence. "Agent Four! You've gone coo-coo crazy if you think you can still get out of this! USE VIOLENCE!"

Unfortunately, it was loud enough for SMG3 to hear. Suddenly, his Hypnoshades flashed a bright red and he raised his Octobrush. "NO!" Mario screamed. "THOSE RESPAWN POINTS COST A FORTUNE IN POWER EGGS TO USE! YOU CAN'T DIE!"

Agent Four quickly shifted into his Squid form and began charging up an attack, deciding to try out that new Splatlandian technique. There was a flash of recognition on SMG3's face where he knew he'd seen that before, from other Octolings with experiences outside Octo Canyon. The people who were born on the surface, sometimes (mistakenly) captured and brought underground, had showed him…

Squid Surge. No no no- Four was going to- Three had to get out of the way!-

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SEEK AND DESTROY

He swung his brush just a millisecond too late. He didn't want to. He had to. But why he did wasn't what mattered, the only thing that mattered now was that he would never be ordered around like this anymore. Blue ink stained his face, and he heard the Zapfish's capsule being shattered. The lights shut off in the building, leaving only the light coming in through the window from the screens that lined the Octoling Strike map's dome.

SMG3 heard the rush of ink that told him that Agent Four had launched himself out of the building, and probably the Octoling Strike map too. Everything was so much…clearer now, for some reason, the sights and sounds in reality.

A pair of Hypnoshades lay on the ground in front of him, cracked, flickering, broken.

~~~

AAAND there we have the first chapter of SplatoonMG4! If you're new to this, check out the pinned post on my blog for SplatoonMG4!

See y'all soon!

- Coco

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Next (Ch. 2)

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #splatoon #splatoonmg4 #fanfic

[aquaburst3]

Last night I read someone's article analyzing Honest Fellow and his place in society. While I don't personally agree with most of OP's points as per usual, like the fact that I think Jamil is more on par with Ruggie rather than being "rich" and on par with characters like Riddle and Vil when it comes to wealth, one interesting one they mentioned is how all of the Halloween one shot villains so far served as one of the character's dark reflections. I honestly see that.

Rollo=Idia Both lost their brothers in tragic accidents. While Idia was able to deal with his anger and grief in a healthy way, Rollo was never able to accept or cope with his loss. He directed his anger towards himself for not being able to save his brother outwards, doing the flower thing in order to get rid of the one thing that stole his brother way in his eyes—magic. (Strictly talking about the canon versions here. My own take on the character is slightly different, even if they share the same backstory. Plus, I'm handling Ortho FAR differently in mine to the point he will seem like a different character. Rollo doesn't reflect Idia very much in mine as a result.)

Honest Fellow=Ruggie Both come from impoverished backgrounds and have been screwed over by society to varying degrees, clinging to wealthy benefactors. Both also have UMs that control people in different ways. While Ruggie is fully willing to swindle, steal from and take advantage of oblivious rich people, he has his limits about how far he'll go and has compassion for others, even those from rich backgrounds. Honest Fellow wallowed his resentment, and took out his anger for his circumstances by willingly taking part in a plot that would turn people, especially magic users and from privileged backgrounds, into puppets. This is likely due to thanks to Ruggie being able to go to NRC and Leona helping Ruggie grow past his station while Honest Fellow was not, it's still no excuse or make Honest Fellow's actions any less fucked up. Plus, Leona also cares about Ruggie and treats him with respect whereas Honest Fellow's boss treats him like trash. (Granted, I don't think this arc was well written. Hell, I have plenty of issues about how Honest Fellow was handled as a character, especially about him not paralleling his canon counterpart. Neither here nor there rn.)

I did something similar in my stories as well, albeit unintentionally somewhat. One example is for Addie (Yuu)...even if she's only a rival rather than outright villain like the above examples. There's also the final boss for her as well. But considering the first one won't show up until the next arc of my fic and the last one I want to keep under wraps, I will leave it at that for another post at a later point. However, the more I think about it, Destan, my "twisted" Narissa OC that shows up in the middle of my Savanaclaw rewrite fic who harassed my "Yuu", is Vil's dark foil.

Undercut thanks to spoilers to the next arc of my fic

Both are actors and Hollywood (or the fantasy version of that) nepo babies. Both feel like they are mistreated by the entertainment industry, Vil with being typecast as a villain and Destan for not being casted in hardly anything. Both have powerful UMs that can be deadly in the wrong hands, being connected to the Evil Queen in different ways. (Vil with his ability to curse anything or anyone he touches, and Destan's making him basically a Heartrender, aka being able to control another person's heart...literally.) What separates them is that Vil is kind, considerate and genuinely cares about others, wanting to help people become their best selves, while Destan sees others as pawns to get to help him become famous.

Yes, Vil is a polarizing and super flawed character. He's domineering, overly critical, controlling, harsh, impulsive, temperamental among a whole other laundry list of things. Also, yes. He did try to poison Neige. Double yes, the way that he treats Epel isn't it. However, at the end of the day, he wants to help out those in his dorm become their best selves. He gives others personalized body care. He helped others with their makeup in the first Halloween Event. In Epel's SSR dorm uniform story, when Vil needed help tinkering with magiwheel for one of his plays, he asks Epel, since he knows about his skills in that area and that it's something he enjoys. He put in a lot of hard work into his routine and wanted to win against Neige in legitimate means. He only resorted to the poison shit after he was disheartened by others loving Neige's shitty performance that he put no effort into. (Handling that differently in mine, but strictly talking about the canon here.) He's also the only person who overblotted so far who actually apologized to Yuu and tried to make it up to them.

If you include my writing as well, he genuinely cares about Addie's wellbeing and sees her as a friend by the end of his arc. He will even help her with something at one point during Pomefiore thanks to empathizing with her circumstances. He also apologizes for when he says something horrible to her and tries to make it up to her.

You can make the argument that he is using her and Epel to aid his VDC team, however, he never coerced them to do anything. He was up front about his conditions, both with her and Epel. They both have free choice. They are able to say no and back out at any time. Hell, she even agrees to help take down Neige at one point. While he could've been clearer with Epel about what everything entailed, that's more do to his own misunderstanding than anything on Vil's part.

Destan is the complete opposite, being like if Vil completely gave into his ire from the get-go and did anything to get the roles he wanted. He doesn't go out the way to help others around him. He only sees everyone as pawns, including his "friends". Rather than earning his goals and trying to accomplish them through honest means like Vil, he's taking the lazy and worst way out. Destan's whole plan is forcing Addie to be his girlfriend in order to be spotted with her and be thrusted into the spotlight like that. He will not take no for an answer, and will do some nasty shit to make her comply. How she gets out of that situation, only time will tell.

Destan also represents her ex that cheated on her. Both he and her ex boyfriend saw Addie as a sex object and a tool to put themselves in the spotlight. His UM being a nod to her ex being a "heartbreaker" is not subtle.

I admit, making these one shot villains dark foils to the NRC boys is genuinely clever writing and is one aspect that makes those events seem more engaging compared to most of the other ones. The fact that these guys are able even have darker foils goes to show you that most of the NRC boys are more like the Dregs from Six of Crows and more morally grey. It also proves that most of these guys have potential to be so well rounded they seem like real life people than characters based on cartoon villains if they just had more consequences for their actions and were handled differently in general. (Minus Ortho and Grim, who I think are poorly written characters. Ortho has no personality outside of being the "child character". Grim is poorly constructed and makes zero sense. King from The Owl House is what I imagine Grim would be like in the hands of a far more competent writer. But I'll save that for another post.)

I would say "great minds think alike". But since I think Yana is a highly overrated and terrible writer, I think it's a "even a broken clock is right twice a day" situation. xD I'm genuinely curious how the game will handle these "dark reflection" foils in future Halloween events and which characters Yana will pick out to be those. (I, for one, can see a twst version of Ernesto being Azul's thanks to him basically being Azul without any of the latter's positive traits or conscience. Same goes for a twst version of Jack Skellington for Kalim. Have no idea about who Jamil's dark foil could potentially be, though.)

#aqua rambles #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #aqua writes #rollo flamm #honest fellow #ruggie bucchi #idia shroud

[the-monkey-ruler]

LMK!Macaque claims to be a teacher, however, we know that to be a teacher you must have achieved things and if he hears these learnings but did not learn them under a true immortal then his learning is 'contaminated'? Like, Wukong was taught under a true immortal but Macaque wasn't. I've been thinking that maybe lmk!Wukong taught him, but back then, Wukong wasn't a true immortal and I think Wukong's teacher wouldn't like Wukong teaching someone else when Wukong wasn't qualified yet to teach someone else. Furthermore, Wukong in most Chinese media usually teaches when the Journey has already been completed (like with Chenxiang). Although I know that LMK takes creative liberties, I would like to think that he had a teacher, but his teachings are also aggressive at the beginning. In any case, could we say that LMK!Macaque is not a true mentor due to the circumstances of his learning? However, I know that in Mei Hou Wang, Wukong trains with Macaque so that he can become more powerful.

I mean yeah it is clear that Macaque in LMK was never really a teacher since it was more a role he was playing to get Xiaotian to just use a ridiculous amount of power for him to steal. I read someone compare it to like teaching someone a backflip before building up their muscles to do the technique and I think that is applicable here. We see him learning how to hit harder but we don't see any real techniques, esp since the only enemy he fought was also a fake and therefore we are unable to know if he actually did any damage to it, the only comparison was the wall he hit and from Wukong's reaction that was more of a dangerous move than a helpful one. This could suggest that Xiaotian was at risk of hurting his body rather than improving his skills.

However, while I do not think that LMK Macaque was a teacher to Xiaotian I do think that LMK Macaque had a teacher of some kind considering that his skill set is different from Wukongs. This mostly means that Macaque trained with a magical lantern and therefore would have needed some kind of training to use a magical item. We haven't seen Wukong use shadow powers either, suggesting that Macaque learned this independently, another suggestion is that Macaque was trained either after Wukong got his training from Puti, or separately from Wukong's training at all.

It could be that LMK Wukong helped train Macaque but that would have to be only transformations and not the shadow magic or the lantern. This could explain why Macaque is much weaker than Wukong as he doesn't have complete training from a proper teacher but he would still need additional teaching somewhere else to get his additional powers.

I think that LMK Macaque isn't a 'true' mentor in that he hasn't trained or taught Xiaotian anything yet. He has given advice and been a good friend but that isn't solely what a teacher provides. Xiaotian has never used anything he has learned in training from Macaque again (at least that I know of) even if he does accept and appreciate his advice, but he does that with all his friends as well.

Mei Hou Wang 2009 does show Wukong teaching Liu'er what he learned from Puti's yes! While Liu'er had a teacher in White Deer Spirit I do not think even White Deer Spirit was a proper immortal in that he is a demon as well. Rather we see that with what Liu'er learned compared to what Wukong learned, Liu'er training doesn't even compare with how much weaker he is when he tried to attack Wukong in his sleep and Wukong didn't even notice. And it was only when Wukong started to train Liu'er that he got better but he still wasn't as strong as Wukong. It is only when Liu'er has another demon possessing his body that he matches Wukong's strength, the power of an additional demon making up for the lack of training.

All this to say that the chances of LMK Macaque having another teacher are high but I would say that it was a bogus immortal at best to train him in his powers and lantern. But I do not think that Macaque was trained by a true immortal and he wouldn't be the best mentor if he were to try to train others unless it was only in shadow magic or how to use his lantern.

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[dunefeather]

Here is your fic, enjoy !

Unexpected Union

Paul Atreides x F!Reader

Content : enemy to lover, mutual pining, mention of sexual content, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff.

~4000 words

"You sound exceptionally happy to welcome this family again." Jessica comments.

Confused, the young Atreides looks up at his mother standing next to him. He doesn't understand this edge in her voice as he adjusts his sleeves.

"I thought you would appreciate my involvement in this incoming ceremony Mother."

"I wasn't scolding you Paul." She precises as she straightens his collar. "I only noticed that you seem almost impatient. You should take more care of your appearance. Their daughter will be magnificent and as you have certainly observed, she is going to judge you on every detail."

His heart skips a beat as he maintains the eye contact with her, trying to act like the future Duke he is. Dignity and honor.

"Mother, she is nothing close to intimidating to me." He says with a calm voice. "I know she is going to be magnificent as always but who wouldn't be for such an event ?"

"Be careful around her." She warns him with a serious gaze. "She won't be present to compliment you and to be nice. She is there to find a future husband amongst our guests, and we are not the ones they want to see. Do not - do not under any excuse - reply to them with disrespect of any kind. Your father counts on you."

"I won't, I promise you Mother and you know it perfectly." He replies with a nod.

Lady Jessica sighs at his words, uncertainty clouding her gaze heavily. The way you always end up confronting her son in one way or another is not a good political sign for the next few decades.

A few hours later, Paul takes a deep breath as the ship lands on the Caladan ground. The heavy black metallic structure sharply shaped like a warship keeps its threatening presence known for everybody knowing who is in there. The first people coming off of it are your soldiers following your parents. For a few seconds Paul frowns, trying to find you. You were what he was expecting impatiently today, where is your silhouette wearing the characteristic orange and black dress with the white and thin ribbon tying your hair ? That is the traditional outfit for a future Duchess on your planet, and it always suited you perfectly, and here you are nowhere to be seen and...

He can only blink as you emerge from the ship's belly. A different dress, same colors yet longer, the tail similar to the one of a princess or of a future wife at her own wedding with its fabrics carried by three servants. Your sleeves thinner but hanging gracefully under your clasped hands. One of your legs is revealed by every two steps thanks to a large cut up to your thigh. Since when are your parents willing to make you steal the show ? They made it clear numerous times : you are above everyone else but not above them. And isn't it considered as too revealing by your father ? He commented several times about how depraved the other future Duchesses, Countesses and Baronesses look like to his eyes. Your confident yet slow pace, your elegant face and this both noble and bored expression...

"Close your mouth." Jessica mutters by his right. "Don't get distracted."

Paul does as requested without looking at his father that turns around to watch him. No distraction allowed here. He has to remain perfect under any circumstances. At least he doesn't feel inferior due to his clothing. The Atreides uniform may be more humble but is still worn with pride. Your family loves to parade with its wealth obvious to any eyes of any culture.

"My Lord, My Lady, House Atreides is honored to welcome you on Caladan once again." Leto's voice booms.

Paul tries to follow the usual words exchanged on those fake enthusiastic voices. He does try as hard as he can but sometimes his eyes slide to the back of this procession to that other pair of pupils looking away just before he does the same. He didn't notice that you had two ribbons instead of one. Another glance at you and he sees a bit of your thigh as the coastal wind dances with the fabrics. This glance becomes a stare as you move your leg, revealing slightly more. Then he notices your raised eyebrow and disdainful side glance directed to him. He looks away once more, swallowing hard and misses the melancholy on your face.

"Paul." His mother warns him through her gritted teeth.

He understands the message and manages to keep a low profile most of the time. After bracing himself the whole day about your provocations against him and his family, he feels almost disappointed that you haven't came to him yet with your passive agressive comments. Today you look and sound quite polite and reserved around his House. Sadly you changed your dress and he can only hope he is going to remember the sensuality of your bare leg. He's never seen so much skin of a woman before despite being a grown up. You are certainly going to find a husband soon amongst the guests, you got all the attention on you, either bad or good. And during the supper when everyone is busy with generic conversations and alcohol...

"Good evening my Lord."

"Good evening my Lady."

Those simple words sets him on high alert despite the polite gaze you send him as well as your humble demeanor. His mother's words ring in his head. He puts his glass back onto the table in front of him, standing up to half bow courteously.

"I am sorry for not talking to you sooner today, I am sure you understand how it feels to have to follow parents' advices."

"I do." He nods with a smile. "May I help you with something ?"

"Not really, I only wanted to talk a little. Please do not take it personally but most of the guests are what I would qualify as boring." You say in all honesty. "At least I know we are going to end up in some minor argument to spice my night up."

Your genuine smile and words twist something in him, enough to allow this slight boost of his ego. You never acted this way and receiving such kind words from the most beautiful woman in here isn't a bad surprise.

"I am already amazed to see how humble you are tonight." He taunts you. "I thought this was a quality only found in House Atreides, not in yours."

"Do I need how much all those cristal glasses, all those bottles and journeys cost ? Your father does not seem keen to receive his guests in more moderate settings."

"Indeed or you wouldn't come here."

"I still would." You admit. "It wouldn't be as pleasant but it would still be my duty. However would my parents come ? I can only be skeptical."

To hide his confusion Paul gestures you to sit at an empty chair before getting back onto his own. Before he can stop himself his defensive mode makes its return. There is this traditional hatred and jealousy boiling in his belly, it's stronger than him. All those times your family tried to manipulate his, and the ones since your childhood where you would mistreat him.

"Now this is the biggest surprise. I guess you deserve your House's reputation of being a lair of liars. You wouldn't come."

"It's about politics, not about my parents." You protest with a hint of displeasure on your face. "Can we talk about your parents' comments on the way we treat water on my planet ?"

"This was fully justified. It's not with a sewage system old by three centuries that you are going to erase health problems." He says.

"Oh yes of course." You start as you tense up on your chair. "Because you are an expert in..."

"My Lady ?" Jessica asks politely as she walks up next to you. "Is everything alright or is my son already getting on your nerves ?"

Paul looks away not to cross his mother's disapproving glare more than necessary, only to see his father observing the scene from across the room, eyes narrowed and a glass in his hand. They are able to watch everything happening despite all the noise around them. And him just fell into that senseless ego conflict with a girl he finds attractive both intellectually and physically.

He blinks as he looks closer to his glass. Did he drink too much already ? What kind of wine is that ?

"Paul, I'm talking to you." His mother's voice wakes hip up from his distraction. "What is wrong with you tonight ?"

With a quick glance around him he notices that you walked away, discussing with some middle-aged diplomat sending you heavy winks and laughing loudly for obviously no valid reason.

"Uh... I don't know. I'm sorry Mother." He mumbles ashamed. "It's stronger than me."

"Be careful." She warns him as she gets closer. "Your actions can have severe consequences. She is going to be a Duchess or Baroness. You are going to see her for a big part of your life. And not as an ally."

"I know." He says firmly. "I know that, you spend your time repeating it."

Jessica frowns as his father joins them, his stern gaze set on his son who looks down.

"Father, Mother, I'm sorry." He says in sheer displeasure at his forced submission.

"We'll talk about this later." The Duke replies with a pat on his shoulder. "Please control yourself. You know everyone in those events keep an eye on everything. Including her parents and their friends."

"Yes Father."

They nod before walking away. They barely reach a group of ambassadors that Paul's gaze falls on yours and this shy and maybe sorry smile you are sending him. Heat spreads in his core as he notices the subtle gesture you make, moving your hips just the right way for him to see your curves. He looks up, feeling all too lost for his liking. It wouldn't have done the same effect to him if you had been acting as insufferably and artificially as all the previous times he would see you, but seeing you as natural and upfront does things to him. And as the idiot he is, he walks up to you once you got rid off the annoying ambassador.

"Why are you flirting in such a dishonoring way ?" Paul asks with his heart beating strongly.

"I beg your pardon my Lord ?" You ask in pure displeasure. "You are the one that started to watch me in an inappropriate way. You did the same when I arrived."

"You moved your dress so everyone could watch your leg." He argues as he controls his voice. "Stop accusing le of such inappropriate behavior. Tonight my eyes might have slided where they shouldn't have but I haven't done anything wrong."

"Never talk about dishonor when you are the one following me like a deer during rutting season."

Just like that you walk away with your chin up. Fortunately no one seems to have heard the nature of this humiliating discussion, but he feels his parents' disapproving gazes on him. Is he acting like that ?

His new goal is to avoid you so he wanders on the balcony for a while, discussing with a few important people whose he barely remembers the existence. It's his father that can memorize everything, not him. Once alone at night time, he looks at the landscape as melancholy grips his heart. He feels lonely in life, more than ever.

"I beg your pardon my Lord, may I join you ?"

"You may." He says as his features harden in anticipation without leaving the coastal view. "I hope you are going to argue with as much finesse as during your previous visits. You sound different tonight."

"Please listen to me."

The young Atreides turns to you, taken aback by your own sadness. He never saw you like this. You're not crying but tearing up, your hands rubbing anxiously against each other. One of your two ribbons is getting folded and unfolded between your fingers.

"My Lady ?" He inquires with a knot in his stomach. "What happened ? Did this man annoy you ?"

"Uh ? No... No no this has nothing to do with him." You answer as you rest your hands on the stoned fence. "I needed some fresh air. That is all. And I saw you there so... I wanted to excuse myself. I shouldn't accuse you of anything. You didn't act inappropriately. I was even glad you were paying attention to me this way. So yes I was sorry my Lord. I hope you can accept my excuses."

Not being quite sure of how to react, he remains silent and stares at your profile for a while. For him you are the embodiment of the opposition to his bloodline for the sake of it. You got raised in this spirit so you act in such a way, always blaming society and other Houses if something doesn't go your way. But he is forced to admit that today you have nothing to do with the you from the past. It's a bit uncanny.

"Is this one of your plans ?" He asks with narrowed eyes.

"My Lord." You sigh before facing him. "There is no plan. I'm dropping my mask with you because I'm tired of all this nonsense. I'm sick of playing the arrogant bitch deserving much more than a bunch of stray dogs hungry for power." You look away towards Caladan for a few seconds. "As fun as it is to provoke you and your family I realized that your comments all have a part of truth in them. My parents should take care more of their people, the same way your father Duke Leto does."

It would be lacking of consideration from him to ask you to pinch him. You. You, admitting your mistakes to him, Paul Atreides.

"I accept your excuse." He replies awkwardly. "I am glad we are having this discussion. It has been much needed."

"I want to make that stupid animosity a part of the past. It should be engraved on our walls as a testimony of how ego leads to such mutual abuse from different people, people that don't even blend together other than their leaders during meetings." You start with your eyes locked on his. "Your father tried once and waited for our answer and we responded with disrespect as we let the weakest ones dying on our streets."

"I... I heard echoes about it yes." He mutters with goosebumps. "I'm sorry for this catastrophic winter. But we could have done more to help you."

"No. The Spice price was exploding at that time of the year, you couldn't have sent enough spaceships even if my father authorized you to do so." You say sourly.

Paul does his best not to feel enthusiastic. He refuses to make it misinterpreted as a joy of you admitting your family's failures. No, it's about his own denial of this affection rooting in him as his chest starts to rise and fall deeper and deeper.

"Are you the only one of your family accepting the eventuality of a... a period of peace between our Houses ?"

"Not exactly. My parents won't admit it but they are tired of it as well, it would be much more beneficial to trade with Caladan rather than avoiding it at all costs. I desire to go even further."

He swallows hard at the hand resting gently on top of his, shielding it from the breeze.

"My Lady ?" He asks as his heart starts to bump too hard for him to make a full sentence.

"This may be too much and as a matter of fact impossible for anyone to believe it, but I do think that we could achieve it with such an alliance." You say in a soft voice he loves. "We could do great things together. I am fascinated by the way House Atreides found such balance and I know how powerful our own is. You are about my age, you are more cultured than I want to admit and I find you extremely attractive. To me you are the man I should marry, and even if it wasn't a matter of heart it would be a matter of reason."

"Are you... are you actually thinking of it ?" He asks as he stares at your linked fingers, your thumb starting to massage his palm sweaty despite the coldness in the air. "Would you leave your..." He stops as you get closer, the most wonderful gaze he could dream hypnotizing him. "...your family behind for this... you should ask them permission it's..."

"I know what my wish is my Lord." You say as he lowers his head a little. "My wish is to listen to myself for once. It's not the first time I want to do such a thing, and today is the day I feel ready for this leap of faith."

He stresses all too much before feeling your lips on his. It's a strange sensation between the way his heart hammers his chest, the wonderful heat he feels at his first kiss and his embarrassment as he doesn't know what to do. Awkwardly, he responds to it with shy movements of his lips, his eyes opening in shock as he discovers how much it feels to get his lower lip bitten so gently. Same for your hands on his cheeks and throat.

"You can take me in your arms my Lord." You whisper in the middle of a chuckle. "Don't be afraid of being passionate. I know you are a passionate man and I love this side of you."

"I never... I never did this." He admits.

He feels ashamed as surprise appears on your face. A raw one almost slipping into a confused laugh.

"What ? You never kissed anyone ? You ?"

"Never. No."

"I'm sorry if you... If you wanted to make it... special. You know, for a marriage, a fiancee, if you have someone else in your life unofficially..." you stutter as you rub your forehead nervously as if some sweat was there.

"I'm single. And it felt special."

This time he takes the reigns, trying his best to improve his kiss as he feels how awkward he must make me be. Soon you take the lead again as he dares to grab your hips. You impose a slow rhythm, letting him the occasion to mirror you. He grins as you lower his hand to touch you inappropriately behind, his mind completely drunk with happiness, adrenaline and pride. Especially when you increase the pace of your exchange your hands grabbing his chest. You want more, he wants more... finally, finally he can feel more like anyone else, feel more experienced in something he couldn't control and with a woman he loves.

"If you want..." He whispers as you look around for any potential intruder, "follow me I know a place... a quiet one."

You follow him and thirty minutes later the two of you are back right before the room where the party is situated. He feels like a different man with a new kind of self confidence. More distracted than ever as he looks for you all the time but other than that he feels great. Knowing how experienced you were and willing to share it with him without making fun of his performance, and even showing him how to do things appropriately ? It was priceless. He wants to hold you close, make you his officially right now by resting his arm around your skilled hips as unprofessional it may appear for a future Duke and a future Duchess. If this is how being in love feels like, no wonder how his parents have remained together for so many years and have formed the most admirable couple of this galaxy to his eyes.

"My son ?" His mother whispers with a storm emerging in her eyes as she comes out.

"Yes ? What is it ?" He asks as normally as he can.

"I have been looking for you and the other Lady for ages, you are needed with the..." she stops as she examines something on his throat, her hand uncovering it as her eyes widen. "Paul what..."

He closes his eyes and represses some huge urge to laugh nervously as you appear behind him and greets his mother politely, unaware of what she just discovered on his throat.

"My Lady." She snarls as you freeze between two steps. "Please come here."

"I can explain everything Lady Jessica." You say abruptly as you come closer, half bowing to her in the process. "We just talked and I want to marry him."

"I beg your pardon ?" She asks flabbergasted. "Is... Is that your parents' decision ? They haven't talked about it at all tonight."

"This is my... well... our decision. At least the choice we would make spontaneously." You say as you regain confidence. "We talked about our problems and how we could end what I consider to be one of the most absurd predicament in our galaxy. Our Houses should collaborate, not remain at the verge of war for a question of personal ego."

"Paul ?" Jessica blurts out as she turns to him. "Paul is that true ?"

"It is true, Mother." He confirms with a nod. "We are willing to end this endless quarrel. And if this has to take effect with a marriage - a sincere one - then it will be done."

The doors open and the Duke of Caladan appears, stiffening at the sight of his concubine too shocked to say anything, of you and his son on a defensive stance.

"What is going on here and..." He starts only to get interrupted by his son.

"I decided to marry her."

This time his father is the one left silent by confusion, his eyes traveling between the three of you.

"Have you talked about this to your parents my Lady ?" He asks to you.

"No. No I haven't." You admit uncomfortable. "But they are willing to improve their relationship with your House. So I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to seal this major change."

"Do you even love our son ?" He questions you cautiously. "Or is it for you just some kind of political agreement."

"I love him." You reply confidently.

"I love her." Paul mirrors.

Jessica sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose then rests rubs her hands.

"Leto, they already consumed their union."

Annoyance is an understatement to describe what emotion appears on his face so you step back and keep your head low. Paul steps closer to you, hiding you partially from his father"s eyesight. He knows that vein popping on his forehead and isn't willing to make you see what an angry Leto Atreides looks like.

"My Lady." He sighs with his eyes closed and a stiffened stance. "Is there by any chance a possibility for you to have gotten pregnant with my son ?"

Your sweaty palm presses Paul's hand, building that courage you are cruelly missing.

"I can't tell you before a few days from now on sir."

"I am going to talk with your parents. But you are going to have to come with me. I am going to protect you in case they go too far with you."

You bow completely, mute as Paul watches your dress unceremoniously touching the floor as you kneel then bow, your forehead touching the cold ground in sign of thankfulness. The young Atreides kneels before you to rub your back, suspecting tears to run down your face as he notices the small jolts of your back. Soon you find your shelter in his arms, your relieved sobs making him tear up.

"My Lady," Jessica starts absentmindedly, "I swear to the Gods that if this comes out as some tricks to spy on us or to hurt our son, you will regret this choice deeply. Do you hear me and do you understand me ?"

"Mother..." Paul starts as you freeze in his arms.

"Paul. Never forget that reality is never as beautiful as you wish it to be."

"I do love him and I will protect him and I will govern fairly." You promise as you stand up. "There is no trick. Only my own will and his."

As Jessica maintains her frightening eye contact with you, Leto sighs and rests one of his hands on her shoulder, faltering her attention.

"Follow me my Lady." He tells you. "Let's talk about all this with your parents.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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[shrikeseams]

I don’t understand this idea that Finwë is forcing Miriel into staying dead forever because he wants to get with Indis - the text makes it very clear that he tries for years to get Miriel to come back, and she consistently makes insists that she’ll never return. Why should Finwë stay alone forever for the sake of someone who never opens on coming back? The story even says that she doesn’t even consider coming back to life until until he dies himself. I don’t see how Finwë, and especially Indis, did anything wrong.

It's late and I'm tipsy, so this may not be my best effort, but here goes, and if you want clarification/further response you'll have to reply or reblog:

TL;DR: I have no issue with Finwe's remarriage. My issue is that his remarriage was conducted in such a way (by both finwe and the Valar) that a) functionally left Miriel facing all of the long-term consequences while Finwe got just what he wanted, and b) was conducted in unseemly haste for a species that is LITERALLY IMMORTAL. THERE IS NO REASON FOR FINWE TO BE IN A RUSH. HE HAS THE ENTIRE LIFETIME OF ARDA. And also, c) Finwe ultimately proves faithless to Indis as well, which (to me) suggests that this is a finwe problem. If he had just gotten a divorce and severed his fate from miriel's, I... would still not have a high opinion of him. But I wouldn't want to beat him with a 2x4, y'know? The real issue here is that true divorce is a positive social good, but that in its absence Finwe and the valar chose a course of action that only benefited one party.

TLDR-er: Just because miriel wasn't healed when it was convenient to finwe does not give him the right to steal her right to reimbody if and when she does heal. Even the act of asking is, to me, unforgivable. I don't think he was obliged to stay marrived to her, but what he actually did was to functionally ask her to die for his comfort. (Indis's only wrongdoing was bad taste in men. 😔)

TLDRest: I actually think it's worse to ask somebody to die/stay dead for eternity than it is to ask someone not to have a wife and more children! I kinda thing finwe should have looked into adoption and maybe joined a bowling league! The absence of his wife is not, in fact, Doom him to be Forever Alone!

TLDREST FOR REAL THIS TIME: Miriel's right to live (and therefore to eventually reimbody) supercedes finwe's right to remarry for any reason. And his willingness to compromise that makes me doubt his moral character.

Firstly, let's acknowledge my personal bias. Every time I think of miriel, I am thinking of her as if she were one of my friends. That is by basis for looking at the miriel-finwe-indis relationship: how would, personally, view finwe if he were the spouse of a friend? If you can't at least partway accept that premise then I do not expect that this will be convincing.

and because I know this approach isn't universal, my baseline reading is that miriel is suicidally depressed, in a situation where even a completed suicide does not release her from the pressures of her husband, society, and religion.

Now. Let's shift the circumstances a little, to a more real-world version. Let's say that Miriel just has extreme postpartum depression, and she's gone to a facility for inpatient treatment of her own choice. And then, because she isn't any better and still needs that extra support, she stays in that facility for years.

What would you think of a husband who repeatedly pressured her to leave inpatient care? What would you think of a husband who pressured his wife to leave medical care specifically because he wants more kids (the thing that put her into care in the first place)? Would you think well of him for using his political power♧ to functionally get a legal exemption for bigamy, under the condition that his first wife can't ever leave inpatient care (even if she heals)?

Now, take whatever emotional reaction you had to that scenario (which could be different from mine!) And bring it back to Arda.

And when you do that, please remember that 1) elves are immortal and literally have the option to wait for a spouse until the end of the world if they so choose. But ,y understanding is that the longest Finwe ever waited to remarry in a draft was Feanor's early adulthood. So you have a literal immortal who can't give his wife a few millenia of grace to heal. and also--

2) Finwe and miriel lived in a society where that was, in fact, the expectation. That was the deal they made when they married. That was the choice. Even if they married in Aman with expectation of eternal paradise, they both made the journey, and had lived in the real world, and presumably had at least some cultural scripts for the death of a spouse.

And keep in mind what finwe's remarriage isn't: it's not a divorce. It leaves miriel bound to death and finwe free to remarry. The only benefit to miriel was that everybody stopped pestering her to be healed already.*

With all that in mind--are you comfortable with finwe's choice? If Finwe were a friend of yours, would you think he had done well by his first wife? Did he honor his vows to her? Did he act in justice?

And does that answer change when he later abandons indis of his own free will?

♧ do you think finwe's petition would have gone anywhere but the garbage bin if he (and indis) weren't royal? Because I don't.

*i think this is technically a tangential thought but: is it ethical to ask a suicidally depressed personal, who literally already killed herself, to stay dead forever for someone else's benefit? Because to me, if she were healed enough to answer that question with a clear mind, then the situation itself becomes irrelevant. This is only relevant if you read miriel as depressed/ill in some way, I suppose, but there's an inherent catch-22 there that I feel like the valar and finwe handled in an intrinsically unethical way.

#Tolkien #Friends don't let friends date finwe #But also: divorce is a positive social good #And without it you have to really fucking mean it to marry forever #And not just until it's no longer convenient to you #(Because finwe ditched *both* of his spouses! His failure to honor his marriage to indis even in less stressful circumstances #Just... I just... finwe's probably a fine guy who's just not suited to marriage! That is not a bad thing! #But he's still responsible for the promises he made!) #San shoots the breeze