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icycoldninja · 2 months

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Could you write yandere Raiden with the reader being very oblivious until he has to say/show it? Thank you so much! ovob 🖤

Aye, coming right up!

Obsession (Yandere!Raiden x Reader)

Warning: Yandere behavior, brief violence and mentions of guns incoming, dni if you are uncomfortable with these themes.

Raiden's obsession with you was one characterized by both twisted love and frustration. He loved you so very much and was more than willing to lay down his life for you. He did everything he possibly could to ensure your safety and comfort, from terrifying your boss at work in order to get you a better paycheck to beating up any malicous-looking strangers that happened to eye you as you walked home. He was extremely overprotective and was always asking what you were doing, when you would be doing it, and if he could come with you. Despite this, you never seemed to take notice of intentions and simply accepted any invitations or offers, allowing him to tag along with you to nearly every event or activity you went to. All this obliviousness was highly infuriating to Raiden, but what could he do? It's not like he could downright admit his feelings for you--not only was he too afraid, he was also worried you'd reject him.

Instead of summoning up the courage to confess, Raiden chose to continue stalking you; he had a very low chance of being caught, and if he was, you likely wouldn't think much of it.

One night, as Raiden was perched outside your living room window, he noticed a group of men in suspicious looking clothing sneaking down the street. Judging by the way they were dressed, and how they snickered and chatted amongst themselves, they were complete amateurs, not at all aware that their every move was being watched by none other than the menacing cyborg ninja himself.

Raiden watched the men approach your door and realized their plans immediately. These men had to be robbers, coming to burglarize your home. Raiden debated entering your home through the window and warning you, but decided against it as doing so would likely result in a misunderstanding; you might think he was a part of the robbers' little gang. Besides, if he we're to save you at just the right moment, you might begin to see why he was always there for you.

Drawing his sword, Raiden dropped down from the windowsill and made his way to the front door, where the robbers already had you at gunpoint. In a flash, he'd disarmed the thugs, beheaded one of them, and knocked the others to the floor, pinning them to the ground with his feet and sword.

"You alright?" He asked; your shaking, trembling body filling him with rage and a surge of protectiveness. When you nodded, he sheathed his sword and kicked the unconscious thugs away from the door, which he promptly shut.

"Thanks," You sighed, taking a seat on the couch. "I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there. You're an awesome friend, Raiden, thanks for being here." There it was again, that dreaded word: friend. It was during times like these when Raiden wondered if it was possible that you actually knew how he felt and were just friend zoning him? No. It couldn't be, could it?

"You're welcome," He responded, stiffly taking a seat next to you.

"So...would you like a drink or something while you're here?"

"Sure."

"Ok...I'll be right back."

"Why are you like this?" Grumbled Raiden under his breath, as you stood up and headed for the kitchen. He hadn't intended for you to hear him, but you did.

"Like what?" You asked, frowning.

"You heard--? Hmph. Never mind."

"Never mind what?"

"I said never mind!" Raiden's rage was becoming more and more apparent with each passing second. It frustrated him that he'd been doing so much for you, and you just couldn't see it. He wanted to blurt out the truth behind his actions and words, but at the same time, didn't have the strength to do it. His only method of expressing himself now was screaming. "What is wrong with you?!" He shouted, stamping his foot.

"What's wrong with you?!" You responded, angrily crossing your arms. "Why are you so angry?"

"I'm angry cause you're dense as hell!" Retorted Raiden, slamming his fist into the wall, denting it. "I've been trying so hard for years, and you just don't get it! It's like you're pretending not to notice on purpose! Is this it? Is this your twisted game?!"

"Maybe I would understand what you meant if you weren't so vague all the time, like you're being now," You responded, sighing. "What are you even talking about anyway?"

"I'm saying I like you, goddammit," Raiden answered, before he could really think about it. Once the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted saying them. He turned away, running a hand down the human parts of his face. "Dammit, why'd I say that?" He mumbled, exhaling heavily.

"I-seriously?!" You gasped, feeling your face heat up with excitedness. "You...like me?" Raiden nodded sullenly, stil refusing to look at you.

"Yeah, glad you finally figured it out after...who knows how long."

"Well...for what it's worth, I'm sorry," You apologized, genuinely feeling bad that you'd upset him with your obliviousness. "Do...you think we could start over? Get to know each other again? Who knows, maybe this could work out." Raiden then slowly turned around to face you, a ghost of a smile on his face. His anger had vanished, for the time being, replaced by glittering, mischievous joy that was often associated with the high that came with accomplishing something one had striven for since the beginning of time.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think we should. Like you said, it could work out," Raiden said, chuckling as he approached you and briefly wrapped you in a hug. Though he might have been all smiles and sweetness now, there was no telling how his mood would shift within the next few days, moments, or even seconds.

You didn't know it then, but by suggesting that you and Raiden should explore a relationship together, you had sealed your own fate. The cyborgs obsessiveness knew no bounds, and you, a mere human, were powerless to escape him.

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aleksanderscult · 3 months

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Bagrah could be a great, fascinating character if Leigh Bardugo didn't try so hard to victimize her and portray her as some sort of hero... Seriously wtf ? The narration in relation to Bagrah always made me cringe. In another version of events, I would have liked a less ignorant Alina to tell her the truth about being a bad teacher, a bad mother (now I want a fanfiction where Alina defends Aleksander of Bagrah) and just a bad person.

⚠️TW: Suicide mention at some point⚠️

Bestie, you just decided to touch one of the most problematic things in that universe. The matter of "We consider toxic, problematic women innocent and heroic".

Just like Baghra, just like Ana Kuya. A world where if you're a woman and you're toxic, then you're okay!

My own feelings of Baghra is that I just can't help but find her interesting. I can't help but wanna re-read her scenes sometimes. I don't like her but she's intriguing. There are times when I remember how fucked up her life was. Her father neglected her and her mother despised her. And then they abandoned her. Which makes me feel sorry for her. But then I remember how she had numerous kids from loveless matches and abandoned them all except one. Because this boy was special like her: immortal and powerful. She willingly condemned another human being to the pain and loneliness of immortality (and it's very possible that she condemned her other children to immortality as well, just like Ulla). She raised Aleksander with no displays of love, didn't allow him to form bonds with others and used emotional, verbal (and, very possibly, physical) abuse on him. Taught him how to be prideful, to abandon love, to value power. But when Aleksander became prideful and valued power, she turned her back on him. When he found a potential match on Alina, she took her away from him. Because Baghra always wanted him to depend on her for company and love. All these make me feel disgust for her.

But still Baghra was a product of the fucked up life Grisha had that made her value self-preservation, just like Aleksander was. The only difference is that Aleksander cared about the fate of their people.

And when Aleksander entrusted her with the training of his Grisha, she used violent means to teach them how to develop and control their powers. Even used their own phobias against them ffs.

And despite all this, we have the good guys not only remembering her fondly but also defend her:

This whole paragraph makes me sick.

Look, I naturally didn't expect the good gang remember the Darkling with love. No way that. But why on God's green earth do they make him seem like a lunatic with no feelings that was at fault for literally EVERYTHING?

“Did he love the girl he forced to commit those murders?”

Ah, yes, of course. Because if a person is a murderer then he's also incapable of feeling love. When you're a villain, you can't love. You can't have both. It's impossible, Aleksander! 😠🫵

“What about the girl he tossed into the old king's bed for his own purposes?”

Oh right. Because Aleksander gave Genya to the King not to the Queen's care. Jesus, I forgot that.

Oh yes! I also forgot how Genya decided to stay because she wanted to take revenge.

“then mutilated when she dared to challenge him”

Me if I was the editor of the book, saw that line and correcting it: "then punished when she dared to commit treason against him?"

Because isn't that what she did? She was his soldier and let the Sun Summoner escape. What do you think he would do to her? Give her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and say: "I understand. She's your friend. Fuck Ravka."

“Or the woman he blinded for failing to offer him unswerving devotion?”

Didn't Baghra commit treason as well? Didn't she let the Sun Summoner go? Does Zoya realize that if the King had found out, he would behead Baghra on the spot?

Also why is she talking about him like he didn't regret what he did to his mother?

And am I the only one in this goddamn fandom that thinks that Baghra got away with it lightly?

So Zoya in a few words:

‘Who would speak for Liliyana, for Genya and Alina and Baghra if she did not?’

In other words Zoya: "I'm the LAWYER IN HERE!!"

Instead of wanting to feel love for the good characters and side with them, I want to slap them across the face. The amount of stupidity and arrogance they have is truly admirable. Congratulations for being douchebags, my friends!!👌👌

This duology has me like:

Instead of admitting that Baghra was problematic and made many serious mistakes (which I would much prefer to see from them) they're glorifying her. They're painting her as a frail, weak and innocent woman that did nothing wrong in her life. And being abusive is not against her! Of course not. Because she's a woman so we have to let her go of any charges and forgive her. ❤️

She was neither frail nor weak. She could easily use her powers if she could but Baghra loooved to play the victim. And she was definitely not innocent. She was one of the reasons Aleksander came out this way and contributed to his eventual downfall in R&R. Since her suicide made him lose his mind and become even more unhinged.

And, finally, yes I would have liked someone to tell her how shit of a mother she was to her son and how she sucks in general. But I don't think it would mind her much. She would be apathetic and sarcastic.

#if I see ONE person being a pro Baghra in this fandom I'll lose my faith in humanity #women CAN be toxic too #all people of any gender. race and sex can be toxic #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #baghra morozova #anti nikolai duology #anti zoya nazyalensky #king of scars #shadow and bone #grishaverse #grishaverse trilogy

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brennenscolby · 2 years

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Hide and Seek. 2

•warnings + content: breeding kink, impregnation, implied baby trapping, fingering, edging, dacryphilia, creampie, groping, voyeurism, breast fetishism, cunnilingus, masturbation, breathplay, voice kink, bulge, dirty talk, edging, hickies and bruises, thigh kink, MINORS DON'T INTERACT. 18+.

Suggested tracks: John Blaze - Timbaland ft Aaliyah + Missy Elliot

Twenty eight - The Weeknd [slowed]

Love lockdown - Kanye West

•summary: geto never gets to have any fun outside of work. He decided to change that the second he met a pretty little thing like you… he never anticipated on getting so attracted.

•pairings: gang leader! + stalker!geto suguru x shy!chubby!reader.

•genre: mentions of blood/gore, guns, weapons, violence, yandere tendencies, dubcon, sugar baby themes, dub-con, stalker tendencies, body-worship, praise, obsession/infatuation, possessive!geto, smut/bdsm, sub!reader, Dom!geto, roleplay, CNC, consensual sex, pussydrunk!geto, aftercare, sweet!geto after rough!Geto, simp!geto, deranged tendencies, missionary sex.

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•wc: 3.8k

Geto didn’t anticipate his dreams to come crashing down so suddenly. A trip to America for a promotional gala demanded he’d abandon the comfort of his Tokyo penthouse for five days the most, with the first day, being directly after he saw you. Life’s uncontrollable urge to interrupt might’ve slowed down his process to pursue, but he simply found himself replaying the feverish daze from the night before as a constant reminder throughout his grueling day.

Business went good as usual, -with the exception of occasional beheadings-. Acts of violence were never premeditated, but he couldn’t possibly let dealers who’ve cheated him off the hook so easily, could he? A statement had to be made. A twinkle of dependency forced him to realize his rage at work was only a catalyst from missing you. Over the harsh moments of disdain and responsibility, while work appeased his ambitions, he was more than fervid to return and greet you.

However, walking up to your door unannounced would surely arouse suspicion, which is exactly why he made his best friend, Satoru, collect as much intel on you as he possibly could. The exact moment he shared his vision with his closest companion, Satoru’s maniacal expression mirrored his own.

While the ordinary person would express disgust and put an end to his outrageous requests and endeavors, Geto knew Satoru could care less. Besides, best friends are supposed to support each other, right?

Ranging from apartment number, occupation, and your own name, he was able to indulge in the fruits of his labor. He decided to discard your name, in hopes of getting it out of you—only if you’d provide him with the chance to a date. He figured it’d be more intimate if you at least met each other on a first-name basis. On top of that, there was one thing his efforts couldn’t devise, and that was your personality. Over despair and anguish, he hopelessly romanticized the idea of someone as angelic as you falling for a deranged lunatic like him. For the first time in a long time, Geto found himself wanting to offer everything he possibly could, in order for you to be his.

As he did practically every time he came home, he arrived in the wee hours of the morning, breakfast already prepared by his housemaid before she departed from her shift. The air wafted with the familiar imprint of his cologne, linked with the intimate scent of his wine. While he looked okay on the outside, hysterical turmoil twisted within. He itched to hear the timbre of your voice and even more so, see your chubby cheeks turn up into a pretty smile at the sight of him. Red flags approached from every corner of his morality, alarming him that he might’ve rushed himself a little quickly, but he couldn’t care less. Not when his heart chimed at the thought of watching you through a window like a sex-deprived freak. You aroused him in ways he couldn’t even begin to describe, the gloss on your puckered lips was forever driving him to the brink of insanity, just as much as his temptation to certify a romantic companionship at the likes of you.

And while his hands twitched uncannily, he focused on the task at hand, the strain of distance finally active. He weakly grabbed at the tiny bun pinning his bangs away from his face before tugging and letting his raven hair gracefully fall down. The daily task was to keep it pinned up, only to appear more menacing to his subordinates. Besides, if he were in the midst of executing a dealer, it wouldn’t look so pretty if his hair got caught in the process, would it?

Heaving out a yawn, he went about his night routine, tugging an oversized white shirt over his head paired with a set of black sweatpants, which dangled dangerously low on his slender hips. The monotone colors of his wardrobe blended into his solemn mood, which he could only wish would be changed with any indication of you. He made his way over to his couch, plopping down in its usual place, prepared to see your angelic face in the midst of the darkness. For minutes, his eyes lingered aimlessly, looking at every single window within your apartment, until they landed on the glow of your bathroom light.

He froze, nervously anticipating the sight of your soft nude body before watching you depart from the bathroom and walk to your couch. He let out a breath, disappointed at the fact that he wouldn’t get to see your luscious curves in all their glory but nevertheless, he was glad you were within his sight. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t come home in slight fear of the fact that you’d be asleep. Surely you owed him at least a small grace of your presence after he’d been gone for so long.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, you situated your body in a comfy position, before grabbing your remote control and shutting the TV off. He wasn’t sure what you were watching, but it couldn’t have been that good if you turned the flat screen off as soon as you came from the bathroom. The situation regarding your TV didn’t even last a minute in Geto’s mind when he noticed the way your pajama shorts once again pooled at the top of your chubby thighs, and your crop top clung tightly to your braless chest.

Was it possible you knew he was watching from the start? You never visibly looked at him nor made any indication that he’d been spotted. But by the way, you strutted around your apartment in peekaboo shorts and tight bra-less crop tops, surely you had to be up to something. He blinked away from your body, letting his dazed eyes adjust to the text message glimmering on his phone. He rolled his eyes, seeing as it was Satoru asking if he could purchase sweets for the next business meeting. After the numerous times he’s agreed, couldn’t he take a hint? He chuckled lowly before grabbing the phone, texting a quick, “go ahead”, before glancing back up at you.

The second he did though, the device tumbled out of his grasp, falling on the luxuriously carpeted floor below him. He didn’t even register the corner of the phone smacking against his foot. His mouth slightly gaped, tongue piercing rolling across his soft palate as he watched you lift your arms and gradually pull your crop top off your torso. Little by little you revealed, for his eyes only, the bottoms of your plump tits, followed by the chub of your cute soft belly before fully flashing the beauty of your perky areolas. He sucked in a breath, feeling as his pants grew tight at the sight of your majestic chest. It pained him to be able to see your gorgeous body, but not be within reach to worship it as he yearned to.

Your hands flew to your pajama shorts, gently tugging them down your slender legs before allowing them to plop on the ground followed by your slick-covered panties. He felt his heart skip a beat, eyes shimmering dark with lust as he grew witness to the erotic acts you performed. Had it not been for his own will, he would’ve never blinked, and he refused the urge to several times. He wanted to embed the sight of your divine physique in his memory. Geto discovered the extreme urge to have you underneath him begging for his cock exceeded its limits as he yearned to imprint himself inside of you. Your legs dropped on either side of you, one dangling off the couch while you sensually arched your back, a hand coming up to pinch and pull at your bouncing left breast as your other skimmed the soaked hole of your little cunt before skillfully rubbing circles on the cute little pearl.

He went into a frenzy, audibly moaning with exasperation. He could only think of you as a naive little slut, having yourself on full display directly in front of his penthouse window, without a care in the world. If only you realized the grave mistake you made for allowing his darkened eyes to drink in your vulnerable frame. He still wondered if you knew he was present, but he couldn’t give a damn about the answer now, not when his thick cock was rock hard at the sight of your ministrations.

He grunted, lacking the patience to hold himself together before hastily pulling his sweatpants down his slender hips, and revealing his well-endowed cock. Upon finding himself incredibly sprung, he accommodates himself on his cushion, eager to tickle the throbbing head of his dick with supple swipes from his thumb. Spurts of pre-cum spilled over the sides, trickling down to the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock the longer he stared. The head of his cock flared in a light shade of pink, beads of pre-cum pouring out from the slit inconsolably.

His brow came down in a furrow, scrutinizing the way his digits melted into one to hug his weeping dick. He desperately gave himself a slight tug with his large hand, before sharply pumping his hips into his strong fist as he looked back at your squirming form. Your head lulled to the side, chest rising rapidly while your cheeks grew pink and lips glossy from the pleasure you rode to the hilt. He could only imagine what you sounded like in person, sweet, beautiful moans bouncing across the apartment walls.

Your collarbones sparkled with perspiration underneath the moonlight with such grandness, drops of sweat running over your swollen, sensitive buds. He bit his lip harshly, sure to leave a bruise for tomorrow. The sight of your body was already a blessing as is, but Geto wanted nothing more than to have his way with your cute little cunt. Black eyes appeared crestfallen, but his heart thumped with such painstaking eagerness. His bangs grew soaked with sweat, fanning his forehead as his cock twitched in his hand. He quickened his pace, pumping himself rather aggressively. While he desperately wanted the pleasure to never simmer down, he knew it’d end the moment you reached your higher self with your moistened fingers. He continued squirming in the luxury of his couch, strings of pre-cum sticking to the base of his hand, arousing even more sticky puddles as his fist came down to smack against his heavy, full balls. He wanted to hear you, feel your warm skin press against his, and even more so, devour you entirely.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tirelessly pumped two glistening fingers into your dripping cunt, drool seeping over the side of your mouth as your thighs trembled to stay open. Slick had collected on your chubby inner thighs, which, made Geto feral. The agonizing urge of his orgasm strummed the hardening of his abdomen, growing more apparent when he pictured you melting below him from his touch. He watched you intently as you arched your back, your pretty face scrunched in ecstasy as you came, one of your hands coming down to clutch your thick thigh as your rode out your orgasm. He followed shortly after you came, the image of your pretty fucked out face being the last thing in his perverted mind before white engulfed his vision.

“F-fuck”, he groaned huskily, his body growing stiff for an extended second as he pumped his load onto the shimmering definition of his abs. His mind stood in suspended limbo with each drop of semen splashing on his shuddering skin. Geto spent the next few minutes recovering from one of the most explosive orgasms he’d ever had, before sparing you one last glance, only to see your cute form curled up beneath your couch blanket. His vision, hazy with post clarity, foolishly presented a mirage of dazzling light radiating from your heavenly state. He smirked to himself, grabbing a few tissues to clean up his mess. If you had this much of an effect on making him pussy drunk, he could only imagine what it’d be like if you were to ever welcome him between your legs.

Geto later spent the next few days constantly pacing around, formulating solutions on how he could approach you and introduce himself without coming off as distrustful. He looked towards his strengths, seeing as a majority of women found him attractive and he was pretty confident in starting conversations, but he still couldn’t help feeling unsure of himself. Would such a stunning woman like you even want him? Looks couldn’t even begin to shed a layer of light to reveal his flawed persona. Especially the hidden perverted tendencies from within, which only made his balls throb with cum at such dangerous lengths.

He spent the next few days wondering how he could possibly get your attention until finally, spawning an outcome out of pure coincidence. He yawned, tying his freshly washed hair into a soft bun before playing with the stray bang from the corner of his cheek. It was a slow morning this day, the birds chirping outside, singing a familiar song, while the sun sparkled in through the windows, highlighting Geto’s broad chest and chiseled muscles. He grabbed a cup of coffee before trailing over to his couch, curious as to what you’d be doing today. His thoughts suddenly shattered when he heard a piercing scream, trailing from the direction adjacent to him. His eyes narrowed, hard with contemplation and terrorization only dealers were to witness. He gradually slipped a hand beneath his coffee table to clutch a mechanized gun before looking up and locking eyes on your stamping figure.

“Get it off!”, you screamed, attempting to tug the rather large insect off your cropped tee. Nimble fingers trembled with dread and flaring panic as you tried your best, a fleeting sense of relief looming over your head the longer you took. Geto visibly relaxed relieved he was no longer a target but strained at the fact that you clearly were. Intrusive thoughts left him scatterbrained, still pondering over how syrupy your voice would sound if his services were providing you with such a cry.

His weapon of demise was long forgotten as he stood, ready to chase his opened opportunity. He jogged to his front door, slipping his slides on before running downstairs in nothing but sweatpants. Anxiety crinkled over his back and he was scared he wouldn’t make it to you in time due to the missed escalation of time from the elevator shaft taking such difficulty to reach below. Once doing so, he could only pray his luck didn’t run out as he made his way over to your apartment complex, a firm finger desperately stammering over your floor number before he made his way to your door. A wisp of panic flicked him on the forehead as he knocked, the seconds directly after embedding suspense. He was surprised when the door swung open shortly, revealing your determined eyes and fluttering lashes.

“Hey, I’m sorry for the commotion but everything’s completely under contr-oh,” you stopped, taking in the sight of the raven-haired man with ragged breaths staring back at you. Lack of shame had your eyes drooping down to his muscular, tatted chest and low, sagging sweatpants. The perspiration over his body forced black strands of hair to stick pristinely to his forehead. Your eyes grew with interest when they flitted over the pinball piercing on his left eyebrow which directly coordinated with the color of his plug earrings. Suguru, way more discreetly than you, did the same, drinking in the sight of your front crop tee and matching sweatpants. The buttons of your shirt desperately presented themselves to him, the cleavage of your breasts doing no such justice as they appeared divine and inviting,

“H-hello”, you stuttered out, voice quivering with an uncertainty that Geto was directly aware of, leading him to associate it with insecurity. Was he staring too long? Upon locking eyes with you, he felt his heart skip a beat, and he grew rather bashful as well, a slight ounce of confidence slipping over him due to reaching the paradise of which you represented. It drove him a little dizzy if he had to admit it,

“Hey. I live in the apartment across from you. Is everything okay? I heard you screaming so I thought I’d make myself over here and help… but I think I’m a little too late”, he gave a pointed look towards your midsection, the cloth slightly mangled over your soft belly. His eyes lingered a little longer on your belly button, finding the small unveil appealing. He avoided whimsical appearances by offering a soft smile that concealed the way his brain short-circuited at the visual of your plump breasts. Recognition dawned on your face, making you giggle,

“Yeah… everything’s okay now. I got the insect just in time”, you beamed, the sound of your sonorous voice, presenting various erotic scenarios in his head, all of which revolved around what your honeyed moans would sound like. Your words went in through one ear and out the other as you cutely overexplained. All the while of your rambling, Geto fast-tracked your futures together, a very explicit image of a product you’d welcome in the world, untamed. You’d look so pretty with his baby. You also looked so adorable flustered by his sudden intrusion. He smirked inwardly, finding enough confidence to conduct a sense of cockiness out of him. It appeared you found him just as attractive as he found you if not, more. He swallowed, looking back at you with dark eyes, shielding them with curiosity to prevent the greed and obsession from spilling over, “Thanks for your concern. If you don’t mind me asking, What’s your name?”

He gave you a charming smile, acting as though nothing out the ordinary occurred,

“I’m Geto Suguru. You can just call me Suguru!” He extended his hand in a gentlemanly matter. His ongoing situation internally had him in a state of shock, the wheels in his brain barely registering what he was saying. The tips of his ears donned a shade of rosy pink, closely matching the color of your cheeks.

“It’s nice to meet you Suguru. I’m (y/n)! Thanks for stopping by, I’m more than happy to make a new friend.”, his strong hand clasped around yours, forcing Geto to fight against the shiver which came with it. Your skin felt soft and warm, the pleasant scent of your apartment wafting around him only to make his head spin the longer you stood there with him. His lips curled up in a grin, eyes shaping into tiny moon crescents,

“In that case, feel free to look for me whenever you’re in need.”, he chuckled softly. You blushed. He watched as your hand trembled, the other coming down to fiddle with the tingling digits. You lowered your face to look away from his own, which he recognized as hesitation. An inkling in his mind reminded him to keep his deviant details to himself, and instead showcase the side of him that his close friends were familiar with. He took the slight diversion as a lead way to his own, a sly smirk making its way over his sharp features,

“That’s very kind of you. If a bug incident like that happens again, I’ll make sure to find ya. Is it okay if I get your number?” you glanced back up at him, glistening doe eyes hypnotically trancing him to stare,

“Absolutely.”,

You gradually relaxed throughout your entire ordeal, allowing him to witness the considerate side of your witty banter, as well as the sweet praises you offered to ease him up in your habitation. Because of how sugary your personality came off to him, he was convinced you were purposely tugging him into some sort of seduction, a hypnotic act committed by a temptress of which you greatly played the role of. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, slight strains of negativity pouring out as his lips drew downwards in a slight frown. The fact that he had to leave and get ready for the day weighed him down greatly, but just as he was to step away, your soft palm patted his arm, granting a wake-up call that greatly rang at full volume,

“I hope you have a great day, Suguru. I’ll make sure to catch up with you”, you winked cutely, the glee on your face radiating such contagious sunshine. Upon shutting the door, Suguru found himself standing there for an extended second, contemplating whether he should over-excite the acts that he’d just been witness to, or play it off. He chose the latter. Giving you some time to warm up to him would greatly bring in benefits. He could wait just a little longer to be with you, but he definitely couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to touch himself with your servitude in mind. Just as he stepped away from your front door, he smiled cynically, sticking his trembling hands in his pockets. With every step he took towards his home, he overexcited the erotic thought of pumping sweet loads of cum from his stiff cock at the likes of your heaving chest.

Though once again—he was stuck having to hibernate his plans. The next few days consisted of having minuscule transactions worked out with Satoru, in part of an additional operation that would amount to massive money gains. And while cash rain down over his face every hour of his exceedingly long days, he wanted something more. He found himself letting down his guard to welcome his selfishness and sickly cravings. The festivities presented by green printed papers could buy everything, but it wouldn’t buy you. Suguru wanted what the blessings of your sweet being had to offer. The idea of having you beneath him made his heart skip a beat—but he believed you’d engulf his entire soul in more ways than one. With one of those ways being, perhaps a family. He swiped the notion away in the blink of an eye, finding it rather exhausting to expect such a grand outcome, especially with the dirtied path his life had gone down. But, it wouldn’t hurt him to try would it? Wifing up a pretty little thing like you, coming home to spend every waking second basking in your presence, and every darkening hour pumping you full of his seed until you bared a few kids for him. He chuckled unnervingly at the thought of having a beautiful wife swollen with his child. You were the perfect candidate. He just needed to convince your dulcet self that he could be everything you’ve ever wanted.

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the-monkey-ruler · 9 months

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When and how many times did Sanzang kick Wukong out of the group?

I've talked about this but it was just two times. And agains I do hate that these are seen as such huge examples in the novel as "common" despite being examples of when the group is at its lowest points. These are just 2 arcs out of 33 other arcs that show how the team learns from their mistakes and tries to build each other up rather than a group that is continuously fighting each other. This is a group that continuously grows and changes and as such there are falls backs but this is far from the norm as the rest of the novel shows.

The first was about a year into the journey with White Bone Demon, the first demon they all faced together as a group. We plan to make the group fall apart due to their lack of teamwork worked very well as they have not built a foundation of trust, especially after the Ginseng Fruit arc and the Guanyin Abbey arc. Wukong at this point had killed and threatened more humans than demons in this point in the journey thus making his reliability shaking at best and creating a lot of conflict within the group. Bajie's lack of knowledge of the head-tightening fillet (as it has not been used in front of Bajie or Wujing and thus they doubted its credibility) wanted to get Wukong in trouble but rather it lead to Sanzang telling Wukong to leave as he wouldn't stop killing humans. While Wukong is right in this case that the "humans" he was attacking were a demon he had no proof other than his word and deductive reasoning. He was in the right but in the end, the demon HADN'T done anything yet which made the conflict of "Should people be punished for a crime they hadn't committed yet" comes into play as Sanzang was willing to believe Wukong if not for Bajie's influence but he was still firm that they were not attacked and no harm was done so there was no need to harm others first. Wukong's mind was focused on self-preservation while Sanzang was focused on trusting others and seeing good in everyone.

The second time was at the start of the Six-Eared Macaque arc, about 6 years into the journey, not quite halfway there but close! It was when Wukong and gang were attacked by bandits and while Wukong let Sanzang get away, Sanzang asked Bajie to go back and make sure that Wukong subdued the bandits rather than kill them all. Rather Wukong killed their leader and made them scatter still to Sanzang's dismay as they stopped to bury the bodies and pray for their soul as Wukong mocked the dead. They stopped by a local's house whose son was one of the bandits who came home and planned to kill the gang in revenge for their leader. The gang left that night but the bandits followed them and Wukong thought that this man has been given MORE than enough chances to not start a fight and stop being a disgrace to his family (Wukong even offered to kill their son to end their shame but they said he was their only son and THAT is the only reason they said no) went back despite Sanzang asking Wukong to spare them at least. Wukong rather killed them, beheaded the bandit-son, and brought his head back as a trophy. Sanzang was not happy about this and rather as Bajie said to make this guy's garv (his head at least) Sanzang told Wukong to leave after he STILL hasn't learned not to kill humans. He sends him away where Wukong goes to Guanyin and even she asks why Wukong INSISTS on attacking humans when he has the power otherwise. Guanyin of course conveys this in a better way for Wukong to reflect on his actions while Sanzang cools off and realizes he was acting rashly to give up on Wukong so fast. Then Six Ears shows up and that has to be fast-tracked.

Wukong does start to subdue humans, using clever and other tactics to make them see the error of their ways or having them arrested properly rather than executing them himself. We see this at the Ruler of the Kingdom of Miefa as he shaved the entire kingdom's heads to teach them a lesson and with the bandits in with Squire Kou and his household, freezing them with his magic and trying them up while they were frozen. Wukong has immeasurable magic powers and so much strength that he can easily overcome humans without breaking a sweat it is very clear from the start he does not kill humans because he has to but rather because he really thinks that they deserve to die and he should be the one to kill them. It takes him a long time to learn that empathy and start to show that empathy other to his monkeys and his own party of pilgrims and while these moments are where the group is the most divided this also highlights how the group finally becomes one in mind and goal as for the second half of the journey is more focused on their building of teamwork and trust.

#anon ask #anonymous #anon #jttw #journey to the west #xiyouji #sun wukong #ask

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indulgentandidiotic · 1 year

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TWST w/ An MC From The World of ALICE IN THE COUNTRY OF HEARTS Series (HC/THOUGHT) Riddle/Ace

Warnings: mentions of death, murder, etc. Nothing graphic GN Reader

A/N Riddle/Ace with an mc from the universe of Alice in the Country of Hearts. To go into more detail, Alice– is an older manga I read the first volume of. As to not spoil anything, I’ll just say that mc being from Alice– means that they don’t view life with much value. The role that one plays in that world is all that matters, and every life is expendable. One from that world could throw around the topic of death as casually as saying the weather is nice today. … Enjoy the random thoughts I had!!

.~ Heartslabyul: When you came to Twst through the mirror, everyone thought you were perfectly normal. You were nice, smart, charming, etc. No one thought a thing was amiss… until… the Riddle Overblot incident. While Riddle was on a beheading rampage, you reacted very shockingly.

- You, utterly perplexed: What? Housewarden Riddle, why isn’t that student’s head rolling? And where’s all the blood? That student doesn’t look dead.. - The Adeuce, Grim, and Riddle gang: What the fuck? Riddle considered beheading you, too, in all his confusedness and anger, but couldn’t bring himself to. The way you talked about death was so… nonchalant, it was unsettling.

When Riddle overblotted, you were immediately asked to help solve the situation. But the way you handled it was downright horrifying. - You, completely serious and monotone: Why don’t we kill him? - The Heartslabyul gang + Crowley + Grim: *speechless* - You: Well, cuz you guys said he could hurt someone, and obviously he’s not fit for this role if he ‘overblotted’. I mean, we can always find another housewarden! So why don’t we just dispose of him if he’s causing trouble?

Cue everyone in the room starting to scream to you about how you can’t just say things like that! And you just being utterly confused bc, really, it’s not such a big deal! After the gang convinces you to actually help instead of rushing to kill Riddle with- wait, where’d you get that axe?!!! (good thing you’re reasonable and open-minded), and Riddle is finally in the infirmary resting, you go to talk to him. - You, totally serious and casual: Housewarden, it’s a good thing you snapped back to your senses when you did, otherwise you wouldn’t be here anymore. - Riddle: D:> Riddle Rosehearts: Initially, Riddle was terrified of you. The way you always spoke of his beheading spell as if you were almost disappointed it didn’t actually murder people, the way you so nonchalantly mentioned thinking about killing him when he overblotted, the way you wish people to die when they slight you as casually as one might mention the the weather~ But as time passed, he realized maybe you weren’t too frightening.. After all, you were mostly respectful, followed the rules, were thoughtful, and resourceful, practically all the things Riddle appreciated in a person. And he grew to enjoy your company, too. You, who always listened to him rant about his awful day, studied with him, helped him scare kick his dormmates back in line…

Romantic?: If Riddle ends up courting you, it’s very similar to a regular healthy relationship, except for the fact that he now has to stop you from murdering someone for looking at him wrong tenfold and becomes way more involved with fixing your twisted way of thinking about life. Not to say that he didn’t care before, but now he feels.. almost responsible for you. He needs to make sure you stop egging him on to decapitate someone with his spell, and he especially needs to help you boost your self worth. Not that you necessarily had low self esteem, but living in the country of Hearts made you grow up believing that lives didn’t matter- only roles did. You didn’t matter, only your job in that world did. Of course, while it was possible to convince you to change your thinking, it would take a long while. And the cutest thing? Now Riddle and you can go on your journeys of change together!! Extra: Sometimes you ask Riddle if really deep inside his heart of hearts he’s really a sadistic, frivolous, bloodthirsty queen who’s dream would be to behead everyone whom he finds amusing. He collars you.

Ace Trappola: When you causally mentioned perishing Riddle as a viable solution, he thought you were joking. Really. Because, who says things like that? He may have been done with Riddle’s shit but he wasn’t that hateful! And when you mentioned that if killing Riddle would make Ace happy again, you would do it in a heartbeat, he both wanted to tease you for being so serious and “romantic” and also scream at you. Because really, what the fuck?! - After the overblot incident, Ace and your relationship righted itself slightly. Ace was still utterly terrified of you, and teased you as subtly and as least aggravatingly as possible (he was too hot to die!!). But he also got way invested in the world you came from. What are the values of your world? Why are you like this? - After telling Ace how your world worked and how you were raised, Ace has long forgotten his terror, and is livid. How dare your world lead you to believe you were nothing more than an insignificant little cog meant to keep the clock running.. that could easily be replaced if broken! Oh, Ace and his adorable sense of justice~ Now Ace is by your side 25/8, not only getting closer to you as a friend, but also helping you realize the worth of people, and how you truly are more than just an ant in an anthill.

Romantic?: I don’t think Ace’s relationship with you will change much now that it’s romantic. He’s maybe now so comfortable with you that he teases you relentlessly- I mean, you love him don’t you? You wouldn’t dream of hurting cute lil’ him! In all honesty, I can’t see your view of life making much of a difference in how your romantic endeavors with these men would go… Extra: You once told Ace about the man in your world with the exact same name as him. You told him that the Ace of your world was nowhere near as cute as Twst’s Ace, and way less creepy, too. Ace still thinks about those words to this day. He kind of wants to meet this… “Ace of your world..” That is all for now! Feel free to ask questions and request stuff from me! I have recently gotten back my passion for writing, and I’m excited to share my random thoughts with you. I doubt anyone has written something like this nor cared to ask for this, but I wanted to write it. So I did- and I’m nowhere near done. Besides, I’m not writing this stuff for just anyone! I’m a heavily indulgent goat, after all~ Next is…. the rest of the Heartslabyul gang!!! Plus some misc. stuff maybe.

#indulgent writing 🍓#riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #alice in the country of hearts #ace trappola x reader #formatted weirdly bc tired #previously found on theheavilyinulgentgoat. but no more

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vickyvicarious · 7 months

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If I understood correctly, 1. Van Helsing wasn't sure what was that was feeding on Lucy, 2. read from books that it was evil and so repelled by garlic flowers, 3. read from books that she would become undead upon death, and needs prevention, 4. learned the Lore that the way to kill them is stake+beheading, 5. didn't know the identity of the attacker, 6. Read Jonathan's journal and learned that its name is Count Dracula the vampire, and is both Lucy's and Jonathan's attacker, 7. Heard from Jonathan that the knowledge cured his brain fever while the ignorance was killing him, 8. And so Van Helsing decided to be open about his assumptions

Mileage varies on how much van Helsing knows about vampires when, honestly. It seems like from the beginning he remembered something relevant in older folklore, but it's quite possibly he hadn't settled on 'vampire' at that point. He definitely was continuing to research throughout the time before the whole gang got together.

I do think that he was initially focusing his research on ways to protect a victim/ward off the threat, and didn't focus much on ways to kill vampires until it became clearer that the garlic and staying up with her was working, so I almost want to say it wasn't until after he gave her his blood transfusion/stayed with her until she was a bit more stable. He certainly had no idea of the identity of Lucy's attacker until after she died, and him going to speak with Mina may have been partially about hoping her journal had clues as regarded that (as well as suspecting a connection with Jonathan).

But yeah, once van Helsing got the double validation of the Harkers' diaries confirming all his suspicions and much of his research, and Jonathan being energized/somewhat restored by being freed from confusion/doubt... then he got more willing to open up to the others. He initially seemed to plan to have Jack aid him in killing vampire!Lucy but without directly telling him what they were doing or why. (That wouldn't have worked, since she screamed/moved while being staked, but van Helsing likely didn't know to expect that.) It's only after he meets the Harkers that he actually starts to recruit and be more open with the other men about the supernatural situation. And even then, he still hoped to avoid having to tell Jack at least directly, instead dropping hints wrapped up in long and complex metaphors. Sigh.

Another factor was the Bloofer Lady newspaper article. That made van Helsing feel like he had to act fast, whereas before he had used her death as a sort of lull to do more research. He didn't think she would become active so quickly, and once she did he felt rushed to both take care of the situation and to do so in a way that got the suitor squad onboard, now that he knew Count Dracula was the cause/the Harkers were tearing off to hunt him down.

#dracula daily #van helsing #replies #anonymous #trying to catch up on some older asks this week so don't be surprised if i'm talking about stuff from a little bit ago #especially during the hour+/day installments i was not really answering asks

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stars-and-darkness · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday!!!

week #1

so, here’s an excerpt from a texting au that came to me some time ago. i’m not sure of the particulars surrounding it, but the gist is that klaus broke his curse with a doppelgänger who isn’t elena (was it katherine? was it someone else? idk, don’t ask me), so the MF gang’s lives are significantly more peaceful, when it comes to the supernatural aspect--peaceful enough that caroline, now in college, isn’t aware there is a supernatural aspect to be aware of, and then ... well, i’ll let you read it:

k so elena can I borrow your dad’s sword tyler lockwood freaking OVERSTEPPED like IM SERIOUS elena he’s about to GET REKT ill fucking BEHEAD him oh my god Unknown Number Well, love, I fear my name isn’t Elena. I do, however, own quite a few swords, so if you feel the need to borrow any of them, feel free to let me know. Other than that, I really do have to ask, how did you get this number?

oh my god i’m so sorry wrong number, totally random im not killing anyone i swear WAIT i didn’t actually text cia or the president of china did i fuck fuck fuck i’ll forget this ever happened i swear Unknown Number It’s quite alright, sweetheart. I am neither CIA, nor the President of China. So, that’s a no on a sword, then? Shame. do u usually offer to lend swords to random ppl who text u accidentally Unknown Number Not exactly, though I also have to admit that this is the first time anyone accidentally texted me while spouting death threats. I found it rather charming, actually. weirdo like what kind of person collects swords Unknown Number Your friend Elena’s father, from what I gather. yeah but like he has ONE y do u have a collection of swords Unknown Number They *were* all the rage a couple of centuries ago, love. I could also interest you in a guillotine, if you feel that is the more appropriate punishment for the unfortunate Mr Tyler Lockwood. WHY DO U HAVE A GUILOTINE GUILLOTINE* AND MY QUESTION STANDS WEIRD STRANGER ON THE INTERNET Unknown Number See, love, those were *also* all the rage not too long ago.

#ella writes #ella originals #klaroline #tvd #klaroline wip wed

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I didn’t want to share this with the link but my one & only criticism of that video I shared is super specific & it’s that the video essayist doesn’t like Dennis trying to kill Dee in the castle. In my opinion that was a beautifully hilarious scene / culmination of a hysterically entertaining subplot & I strongly disagree with her that it fell into the same category as other cases of the show becoming too mean spirited & neglecting to show that these characters care about each other in the latest seasons. I do agree that this is a huge issue & literally everything else in the almost 3 hour video I fully agreed with though so please still know I loved the critique. I just really liked the castle episodes & this is an excuse to talk about it lol -

I actually found the sibling dynamic weirdly sweet in the Covid episodes. The joke was funny because it wasn’t that Dennis literally wants to kill Dee, it was that he was delirious with Covid & thought he was communicating with a ghostly castle which is so funny cmon. And before that they were renting a castle together & she was teasing him while also taking care of him & in a giant castle they still chose to share a room like they’re so cute. It’s my favorite plot we’ve had in so many seasons & I must defend it with my life.

To me it was mean in classic sunny fashion which is VERY very notably different to the way new sunny is mean. It called back to such iconic scenes as “Dee? I swear you would be of more use to me if I skinned you and turned your skin into a lampshade. Or fashioned you into a piece of high-end luggage. I can even add you to my collection” followed by a hilariously horrified expression from Kaitlin Olson.

Dennis rushing at Dee in a deranged attempt to behead her only to pass out & she has to take him to the hospital is great. It’s the above mentioned scene with talk of skin luggage - or Dennis & Dee’s talk of murder & Dee’s confusion and about what the “actual plan” is in “Mac is a serial killer” amped up to 100 to me. It’s “Dennis is a serial killer” jokes done right much like “making Dennis Reynolds: a murderer” & NOT like “The Gang Gets Cursed.” That last one takes the joke way too far by leaving the implication that Dennis might actually be a killer which completely ruins the joke both by explaining it & botching the punchline which should always be that Dennis is a pathetic bitch who WISHES he was a serial killer (side note - other than that, I mostly enjoy “The Gang Gets Cursed” btw).

This became an essay but I wanted to share that extremely good & insightful video without my huge block of text commentary on something extremely specific. However I did want to rant about how much i LOVE the siblings in the castle episode imo that is pure classic sunny dynamics shining through the fog of late seasons overall crappiness lmao I’d actually categorize that specific sub plot as one of my favorites in the whole show which is insane given that it’s from season 15. I just really really love the Reynolds siblings being fucked up but in a funny way that has almost sweet aspects hehe

I also think this is an opportunity for me to discuss WHAT the notable difference is between the “mean” aspect of sunny here & why it works SO much better than the other mostly uncomfortable humor of later seasons. The joke’s punchline is on Dennis - something that’s desperately been needed in the sibling dynamic & the way it’s narratively framed for a LONG fucking time. As discussed in that amazing & super insightful video, new sunny punches down & it’s frankly cringe more often than not. Old Sunny knew who it’s jokes were on & it was always the person just asking for comeuppance by being awful. I’m not saying Dee isn’t awful because that would defeat the purpose of her character but she does suffer from what I call “the Meg Griffin effect.” It also hurts such characters as Britta Perry from Community, Jerry Gergich from Parks & Rec, & Toby Flenderson from The Office. It becomes more uncomfortable & off putting than funny as an audience member after a while to see everyone being consistently awful to one specific character who is not inherently worse than the others but is always the butt of the joke. It’s a trope I will simply never enjoy, personally.

But the castle plot works because it’s certainly deranged & mean (it’s literally not even always sunny if it’s not deranged & dark & mean you might as well give up & watch a different show if you don’t like your dynamics fucked up) but the joke is not -

A. Dennis is a serial killer ooooh edgy! - tired, contrived, Reddit core, unfunny, defeats the point of sunny which is that these guys are all incompetent losers

B. Haha dee is gonna die! She sucks lol! - that is one way to interpret the joke I guess but it’s so clearly actually that Dennis is in a fucking fever infused hallucination about ghosts & dee ultimately has to take his passed out ass the ER because this stupid bitch didn’t get vaccinated

Like it redeems so much or the awful dynamic they’ve built (which they unfortunately double down on anyway later. *cough* the gang goes bowling *cough*) where it’s like…. Isn’t it hilarious that Dennis constantly abuses his sister guys? Haha what if dee literally killed herself lol? Isn’t this so funny aren’t you having fun?

Classic sunny is mean. I’m not trying to say I dislike mean punchlines. But……. Dennis passing out & almost dying Covid IS mean? Dee having to deal with her brother almost beheading her & listening to his deranged conversations with “the castle” IS mean? It’s just that it’s mean in a FUNNY way. Like Charlie getting rejected by the waitress in the musical episode. Like Dee realizing how disgusting her schemes are in “PTSDee” & feeling sickened by herself. Like Frank getting told to fuck himself in his fat fucking ass in the Christmas episode. Or Mac shitting his pants in “Mac Day.” These are all examples of times I’ve found the meanness of sunny funny because it’s about showing what happens when you’re a horrible person who never learns.

Anyway in conclusion I love the Reynolds siblings & the castle plot is the only good part of new sunny goodbye

#Reynolds siblings #trash twins #golden geese #deedennis #Dennis & Dee #iasip s15 #the gang goes to Ireland #iasip season 15

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The Lestrange couple is actually interesting.

Bellatrix does come from an extremely messed up family. Not only do they behead their slaves after they become too old to carry tea and stuff their heads and hang them on the wall, you know, normal stuff. Then, according to the Black family tree, her father was only 13 when she was born. So you know, clearly healthy stuff. Also, if Filch is to be believed, hanging students days on end by the thumbs was common practice not too long ago from the 90s, and torture instruments are manufactured with enough regularity (I don't believe those things would have survived Fred and George, nor the Marauders).

In his forth year, Arthur was punished badly enough so that he has scars he keeps well into adulthood despite the wonders of magical medicine. (Most scars do fade away after a decade or so, which makes me think the whipping was either extreme or their was some Black Magic involved) for being out of his dorm.

We don't know much about Rodolphus, but his father or uncle was one of the first associates of Tom Riddle, and he would also in all likely hood attended school to taste this kind of extreme discipline that left Arthur scared for life. Also, according to Sirius they were part of a gang of bullies.

So is it any surprise that Voldemort was able to recruit followers who if not violent themselves, where quite desensitized to violence. So, even if Voldemort is extremely sadistic and does not treat his followers well to put it mildly, to people like Bellatrix, it must have seemed not that bad and normal. Also, their hatred for Muggleborn might have also mixed with envy. During the second half of the XXth century, corporal punishment was on the decline, and frankly, six of the best cannot in honesty be compared to the strappado. I would imagine members of these pureblood Slytherin gang of bullies viciously mocking muggleborn students and their inability to keep up with what they would perceive as normal things. It would probably like humiliation through babying, escorting them to "safety" while constantly mocking them:

"Twenty and already dizzy ? How adorable ! Let me take pictures of you. See, we don't hate muggles, we find them so wee!" (proceed to wrap them in frilly stuff before taking pictures).

Is this a response to my post about Severus and Lily? If it isn't, please ignore this whole post lol.

I agree that in the wizarding world, these acts were perceived as normal, as evidenced by the prevalence of bullying and violence that went unpunished and ignored everyone, even by the teachers who were responsible for safeguarding them. Regardless of the gravity of the situation, students were only ever subjected to detention as a form of discipline.

But we must consider that Severus hated the Marauders for bullying him and always tried to persuade Lily to stay away from them for this specific reason. It's understandable that, given his character, he might find it difficult to empathize with others. However, it's still a shame that he couldn't see the similarity between the Marauders and Mulciber's group. If you see your housemate bullying other kids, shouldn't it remind you of your own bullies? I think this situation was also heavily influenced by the house rivalries at Hogwarts.

Severus probably harbored a "serve them right" attitude when Mulciber bullied Mary McDonald, as if attacking a Gryffindor student was a form of avenging his own bullying. This is a childish mindset that many victims adopt, seeking to hurt their bullies by wishing harm on those around them. You may have heard people say things like "I hope your child experiences bullying in the future, then you'll know how it feels" or "I hope your daughter gets cheated on, so you'll feel the pain you caused others." It's the same type of mindset where you can't hurt the bully, so you hope someone they care about gets hurt instead. As someone who was once a victim of bullying, i totally understand why some people might think this way, but I refuse to defend this behaviour as it is wrong in my book.

Hence, I truly believe that even if Severus hadn't called Lily 'Mudblood', their friendship wouldn't have lasted long. Severus cherished Lily because she was the first person to ever show him kindness, and he loved her deeply to the point that he thought she was the only friend he needed. He only cared about his and Lily's well-being (as an individual) He couldn't care less about other Muggle-borns and this didn't sit well with Lily.

Things were already looking bad for Severus. But here's where things got worse. Lily Evans... the only person Severus ever care about... failed to comprehend why Severus refused to let her to associate with the Marauders. In fact, she felt offended by it.

Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too! You’re not going to— I won’t let you— ”

“Let me? Let me?”

Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once.

But we also shouldn't ignore the fact that Severus called everyone(muggleborns) aside from Lily 'Mudblood', which mean she had probably tolerated him a lot, hoping that he would finally get a grip and realised what he was doing was wrong.

But of course, that never happened. Doesn't really help that his only friend wasn't very understanding herself and already had feelings for James even when he was bullying Severus, which was confirmed by JK Rowling herself in an interview. (I mean... why would Severus feel the need to remind Lily that James wasn't a good lad if she wasn't interested in him?)

Interviewer: How did they get together? She hated James, from what we’ve seen.

JKR: Did she really? You’re a woman, you know what I’m saying. [Laughter.]

She was referring to the stereotype that women are attracted to 'bad boys' *puke*

#what was i talking about?#i wrote so much i got confused halfway through #but yeah i do understand why some things are seen as normal #but i'm not defending them #he had a lot of opportunities to learn his mistakes #and she had a lot of opportunities to educate him #she shouldn't have 'tolerated' him #real friends should create boundaries #Severus would be more likely to realize his mistake if Lily were to be tough on him #You're calling other people mudblood? yeah no that's not happening #but what am i saying? lily was as bad a Severus... that will never happen #like how can you fall in love with your friend's bully?#bullying is not hot #can't relate #the whole swm kinda makes sense now #lily literally ignored his whole existence and kinda flirted with James a little #lily is so tolerating but not very understanding at the same time idk how to describe this...#she tried to be understanding but she couldn't help but fell in love with the jerk that bullied his friend #there's just no way to save their friendship here #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #pro severus #lily evans #pro lily evans #platonic snily is so cute but toxic

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 9: Exciting Exhibits

Auradon Prep is… surprisingly easy to escape. No barriers, no guards, nothing. I could just walk out no problem and go home anytime I want! We follow a path through some trees until we come up to a giant stone building.

“So, here it is. The Museum of Cultural History. I’ve only seen a few exhibits because FG won’t let me go in there.”

“Why not?” Evies asks sympathetically.

I shrug. “Guess having magic powers means you’re basically on Auradon’s most-wanted list no matter how much you prove you’re a good witch.”

We walk up the stains through the giant pillars, and when we get to the door Mal starts asking Evie for directions. I notice she keeps looking at a hand mirror. A magic mirror, maybe?

“Remember: don’t get caught!”

I frown. “Couldn’t we just explain that we’re here for a night tour or something?”

Mal rolls her eyes. “What part of ‘evil gang’ don’t you get? We sneak, not waltz in asking for permission!”

They keep walking as she goes scrolling through her spellbook while I wander over to a coat rack. There’s an unclaimed black cloak hung on it, which gives me an idea.

I pick it up and run my fingers over it.

“Transform this cloak to crystal-clear, make the wearer disappear.”

The cloak shimmers for a second, but nothing happens. Oh, come on! I just practiced this on my jacket last week! I slip the garment over my shoulders and flip the hood on.

Just then Carlos walks into the room. “Mal made the guard prick his finger and fall asleep. Where’d you go?”

“I’m right here,” I state obviously.

He jumps like he’s seen a ghost. “Jeez! Where the heck are you?”

“Wait- you can’t see me?”

Carlos wildly shakes his head. “No! Did you jinx yourself or something?”

I lift the hood off my head, and Carlos’ face turns white.

“Dear God! Your head’s floating in the air! Did you get beheaded?”

Now a smile spreads over my face. “Oh good! The spell worked!” I remove the cloak, and Carlos still looks shocked.

“That’s so cool! You gotta use that more often!”

“I just learned how last week. I didn’t think it would work-”

“Guys! Hurry up!” Jay hisses from the doorway.

“Coming!” I tuck the cloak under my arm and follow Carlos to where the other VKs are looking: the surveillance room. The guard’s asleep, but the door’s still locked. However Mal seems to find a spell to open it, just as Jay says he’s going to break it down.

“Make it easy, make it quick. Open up without a kick!” Mal chants quickly as Jay rushes towards the door. The lock springs open just as he goes to kick it down, sending Jay flying to the ground.

“Let’s go!” Mal orders as she and Evie march ahead.

Carlos goes to help Jay up but the brutish VK just pushes him off.

“Just trying to help!” Carlos shrugs as he looks at me with an annoyed face.

I shrug back as we catch up with the others. “Thy is as stubborn as an ox, and will not accept the help from thy friends. And yet will only lead to one’s downfall is the denial of alliance.”

Evie gives me a blanked-out look. “What?”

“Oh. Um- on the voyage of life, the best boat is a friendship.” I try to explain as we hurry down the hall.

“Stop talking in riddles and tell us!” Jay says impatiently from the staircase.

“Friends are more important than pride, Jay!” I roll my eyes.

Turning a corner, we see a sign pointing upstairs that says Gallery of Villains.

“Up up up up up! Almost there!” Evie whispers excitedly.

At the top, we search the first room and fail to find an exhibit featuring all of the original villains, all in terrifying poses. Maleficent, the Evil Queen, Jafar, and Cruella de Vil.

“I’ll never forget Mother’s Day again…” Carlos utters as he stares at his mother’s horrifying statue.

I must admit, the villains gallery doesn’t cease to disappoint. I wonder if…?

“Well… wand’s not here. Let’s bounce!” Jay says tightly as he starts heading out.

“Why are we looking for a wand?” I wonder out loud.

“It’s Fairy Godmother’s wand. We-” Mal stutters a bit. “We just wanted to see it because it’s such a famous artifact.”

Oh. I guess that’s normal?

I follow the others, but not before I take a quick glance behind to see Mal taking a longer look at Maleficent's statue. Guess I’m not the only one having family issues.

“Hey trixie! Ya coming or not?”

I groan and go running off towards Jay’s voice. “I’m going to kill you if you keep calling me that, Jay!”

“Good! Then you’ll be one your way to becoming more evil! C’mon guys, let’s keep looking.”

The others go on ahead to find the wand, while I keep looking for-

Oh. Found it.

After searching I turn a corner to check out the next room and find the terrible trio themselves: the Sanderson Sisters. Artifacts are placed around the room, such as Aunt Winnie’s broom, samples of all her different tonics, and a green brooch. The Sanderson exhibit is set to look like Salem in the 1600s with the infamous coven circled around a cauldron. Winifred, Mary, and-

“Mother?” I croak.

It is her. Sarah Sanderson. Tall, blonde, and beautiful, wearing her trademark pink corset, purple and red skirt, and deep violet cloak. It’s like looking in a mirror…

“There you are!”

I jump and turn around, clutching my chest. “Dear God, don’t sneak up on me like that, Evie!”

“She looks just like you!” Evie observes as she points at my mom’s statue. By now Jay and Carlos have joined us.

“Um, I guess-”

“No, she doesn’t.” Carlos shakes his head, then smiles. “She’s not nearly as pretty as you.”

Before I can deny his thoughtful compliment Jay walks up to the exhibit.

“So this is the supposedly dangerous Sanderson sisters? Look pretty harmless to me. Whacked, but harmless.”

“Try telling that to Binx,” I mutter.

“Hey, Magica! It’s your cat!” Evie points to a picture on the wall.

I nod. “Yes, that’s Binx. But he wasn’t always a cat. His name is Thackery Binx. He was human before Winifred cursed him to become a cat.”

“Is it true he can talk?”

“Yes, but he chooses not to sometimes. It’s not every day you meet a talking cat.”

Carlos shutters. “At least he’s not a dog and doesn’t rip you to shreds.”

Again with the dogs? “Carlos, are you-?”

“Um, where’s Mal?” Jay asks from up ahead.

“I’ll go find her!” Evie volunteers and goes off to fetch the purple-haired leader.

"Tell her I found the wand!" Jay goes sprinting ahead, leaving only me and Carlos.

I catch up and walk next to him. “Is your mother very strict?”

“Nah. She just likes to use me for chores and stuff. I still love her, but sometimes I wish she’d let me do what I want to do.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t bother. At least I’m not an orphan, right? What’s it like to not know who your parents are?” He asks, a bit bashful I might add.

I bite my lip. “It’s… different. I try not to think about it too much. I don’t let my heritage define my future.” Not a complete lie.

“You know what?” Carlos puts a hand on my shoulder, which makes me tense a bit. “I like that. I think I’ll try to live by that.”

“Live by what?” Evie walks up with Mal.

“Magica says to not let your heritage define your future. I think that sounds nice.”

“Sounds like you’re betraying your mom,” Mal says with an unsure tone. “Keep focused guys! We’re here to find the wand!”

“And I found it!” Jay yells from down the hall.

We all rush over and join him in a large room full of numerous magical objects, and at the center resides the all-powerful wand of Fairy Godmother herself.

I get a closer look at the wand and see some magic flickering around it. “Wait a minute…”

Mal seems to get my drift and tries to warn Jay. “No Jay, don’t-!”

“It’s protected-!” I shout over her but it’s not in time to stop Jay from touching the barrier. He gets thrown back and a loud alarm begins to blare over the speakers.

“A forcefield and a siren?!” Carlos yells over the deafening noise.

“No doubt the guard’s awake!” Mal complains.

I scramble to the doorway and look to see the security guard already heading in our direction. “We have to go now!”

Quickly, we scurry in the opposite direction down another staircase. I can see the guard’s flashlight beam getting closer, so I slip on my invisible cloak. Carlos goes over towards a ringing phone and gives a made-up excuse for the triggered alarm.

“Say ‘hi’ to Mrs.!” He sets it down.

“Carlos!” Mal hisses.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re welcome!”

When we make it outside and go to hide in some bushes I start ranting at Jay.

“What in the blazes did thy think thou was doing?! Fairy Godmother’s wand is a display, not a toy! One might think thou were trying to steal it!” The VKs all avoid my gaze and some fidget with their hands.

"Um, Magica? Where are you?" Jay asks out loud.

"Oh, right." I hastily rip off my cloak, only to give each VK a warning glare. “I won’t say anything this time, but if you try something like this again I’m going to have to report to Ben.”

Now Mal gives an annoyed sigh. “Really? Going to tattle to Ben, are we? I thought you were into pranks.”

“I’m into pranks, not stealing! There’s a fine line I draw, and I don’t cross it. So either try to do better, or suffer through an extra goodness class!” I pivot and start strutting back to the school, while the others follow from behind.

“Way to go, Jay! Now we have to go to school tomorrow!” Mal complains as we head back.

“It’s not so bad,” I try to sound positive. “Just avoid talking to anyone.”

“Says the one trying to uplift school,” Evie groans as she checks her mirror again.

“Hey, I just try to be good. That doesn’t mean I’m a saint.”

#disney descendants #descendants carlos #mal descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #ben descendants #audrey descendants #doug descendants #disney #descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #winifred sanderson #sarah sanderson #mary sanderson

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hulijingemperor2 · 5 months

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Later in the evening, A-Yao, team dimple and Wen Qing made their journey to the cloud recesses.

Wen qing: so your chaos gang will go everywhere with you?

Yao: yup. And I love them for that. I wouldn't replace them with anyone else.

Wen qing: that's nice.

Yao: team dimple mean a lot to me

Wen qing: are they your harem members too?

Yao: yes they are. Along with the other sect leaders.

Wen qing: woww. You're in control I see.

Yao: always.

Wen qing: is it the dimples?

Yao: I don't really know. *laughing*

Wen qing: I have realised that one's bond with another depends on how they treat and respect each other.

Yao: that's so true.

That's the whole basis of my harem.

Wen qing: very healthy, Yao Huangdi.

Wen qing: *almost trips after coming off the caravan*

Yao: *supports her* be careful.

Wen qing: thanks.

Xue yang: look who's falling for Jiggybuns. Don't worry, we all do that spicy Qingqing.

Hop on the trend.

Wen qing: I'm not falling for anybody!

Xue yang: sexy divas can't fall for someone. Cuz they're too busy being hot.

Like look at Jiggy.

Wen qing: is there a day when you're not flirting.

Xue yang: when im sleeping?

Wen qing: *rolls eyes*

Xue yang: supermodel Jiggy and his supermodel business partner.

Yao: lol.

Wen qing: how am I a supermodel?

Xue yang: look in the mirror girlfriend.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, is Lan qiren gonna stop us?

Yao: no yuyu. Why would he?

I can visit the cloud recesses as I please.

Lan Furen privileges remember.

Su she: those Lans better behave themselves or I'll behead them.

Wen qing: oh my goodness.

Yao: Minshan is my hard-core, savage henchman.

Wen qing: I see.

Yao: he means well.

Su she: yea only if they don't insult you.

Xue yang: I rather cut off their tongues but ok.

Wen qing: gosh, you still do that?! Xue yang!

Xue yang: i find it's fun. And it makes good tea.

Wen qing: you're insane.

Xue yang: but am I sexy? That's what matters the most.

Wen qing: get a life.

Xue yang: I want to have a life with you, Jiggy and about 8 children.

Wen qing: there's no way I'm making gremlin spawn with you.

Xue yang: Jigggyyyyyy. Jiggy how do you feel about mpreg.

Yao: *laughing* Chengmei.

Mo xuanyu: other woman. I mean Wen qing. I like your makeup.

Wen qing: why did you call me that?

Mo xuanyu: because I'm married to Yao gege and he's mine.

Wen qing: do you want a piece of candy for that?

Mo xuanyu: *gasps*

Xue yang: I would like that piece of candy.

Yao: guys, be nice.

Mo xuanyu: ok Yao gege.

Su she: yes Huangdi.

Xue yang: *kisses his dimple* definitely, Jiggylicious. Hehehehehe.

Wen qing: finally, someone who can tame gremlins.

Xue yang: *grinning*

Su she: yuyu literally greets people with, "hi I'm mo xuanyu and Yao gege is mine"

Mo xuanyu: it got to be said.

Wen qing: team dimple is weird. And I'm not going to snatch Huangdi away from you.

Yao: you'll get accustomed their possessiveness.

Wen qing: but they're funny as well.

They all then went through the gate, but some Lan sect members drew their Swords.

Lan sect members: Wen?!

Wen?!

What is a wen doing here.

And with the hulijing Huangdi.

Yao: Minshan.

Su she: *struck their Swords out of their hands with the energy from his guqin.

Yao: *raises brow*

Lan sect members: enter Huangdi.

Yea enter huangdi. Forgive us. And we know that you're married to our Zewu Jun.

Yao: lovely.

Xue yang: you got that right! This is Jiggy's marital home.

Mo xuanyu: he can bring whoever he likes!

Su she: no respect for huangdi.

Yao: *opens fan*

Wen qing: ( that was nice of him)

Yao: Ms Wen. Wen Ning might be around the Huanshi, or in the garden.

Wen qing: mn.

I kinda hate how wangxian have him as a third wheel.

Xue yang: maybe he likes being the third wheel.

Is it a fierce corpse thing? Because Songlan does the same.

Wen qing: what the hell did you do to Songlan again?!

Xue yang: put him in his place.....a little......with some.....resentful....energy. but he's fine! It's like depression. It comes and goes.

Wen qing: leave him alone dude. You put blinding powder in his eyes.

Xue yang: but xingxing gave him new ones. This ungrateful homewrecker attacked me in return.

Xue yang: but how did you know that I put blinding powder in his eyes??

Wen qing: because he came to me! And I had to heal him.

Xue yang: ugh why did you do that for!

You could have left him like that.

Wen qing: I'm dedicated to my patients, xue yang. You won't understand.

Xue yang: I'm a doctor too!

Wen qing: excuse me?

Xue yang: I'm a fierce corpse doctor.

Wen qing: is that even a thing.

Afterwards, while walking down the hall, the siblings caught a glimpse of each other.

Wen Ning: Jie?.....Jie!!!

Wen qing: A-ning!!!

Both: *running towards each other, then they hugged tightly*

Wen qing: *crying* A-ning! I missed you so much, A-Ning!!

Wen ning: I missed you too!

Wen qing: *cries more.*

Wen ning: Jie, please don't cry.

Wen qing: please! Let me!

Yao: lovely reunion.

Su she: certainly.

Xue yang: I never saw her cry before.

Mo xuanyu: I'm happy for the other woman. Yay!

Su she: *glaring at mxy*

Mo xuanyu: I'm very sorry.

Wen ning: *grabs her hands* jie, what happened to you? Where have you been? I thought I lost you!

Wen qing: come. Let's walk and talk.

Wen ning: mn.

Wen qing: A-ning. Born from my own ashes, rose from my own flame, I became a phoenix spirit. And not any ordinary phoenix spirit, but their empress.

I can cultivate with fire, whereas I have healing and regenerative powers. Also my people have the same. They choose peace and medicinal practice over war.

Wen ning: that's amazing. That's so amazing! *touches face* I'm so happy for you!!! You were always extraordinary.

Wen qing: because you're my inspiration!

Wen ning: me?

Wen qing: mhm.

Now where's that problematic master of yours?

Wen ning: must be around.

Xue yang: maybe being railed by Lan zhan.

I'm gonna question him.

Mo xuanyu: he's not Yao gege so that's not my problem.

Su she: all these Lans are shameless. Just shameless.

Wen ning: greetings lianfang zun, Huangdi.

Yao: Gui jiangjun, hi. *smile*

Wen ning: thanks for bringing my jiejie to me.

Yao: I didn't.

She actually came to me.

Also we have become business partners. For now, Ms Wen will stay in Jing Manor for a few weeks.

Wen ning: great.

Jie, it looks Yao Huangdi takes good care of you.

Wen qing: yep. He's a gentleman alright.

Wei wuxian: *walking out of the Huanshi with Lan zhan* wen ning, have you seen that whip?

Wen qing: whip for what?!

Wuxian: *screaming* ahhhhhhhhhh. WEN QING!!!! LAN ZHAN! SAVE ME!

Wen qing: you can't hide from me.

Wuxian: girl I missed you!

But I don't miss your needles.

Wen qing: darn it. I was just about to stick them into you.

Xue yang: *clapping* the scary yiling patriarch who eats human flesh is afraid of a little needle.

Wuxian: what the hell are you doing here.

Xue yang: not only you own the cloud recesses, but Jiggy too.

I accompanied Jiggybun.

Wuxian: lianfang zun!

Yao: wei Gongzi.

Aren't our Lans lovely, giving us the cloud recesses.

Wuxian: hell yea.

Isn't that right, Lan zhan?

Lan zhan: mn. Wei ying's cloud recesses.

Yao: awwwwwww. My Huanhuan says the same.

Wuxian: all Lans are alike.

Lan zhan: Su she.

Su she: glad you remember my name. Took you a while.

Lan zhan: you're not welcomed in the cloud recesses.

Su she: I could go wherever I want. Icy ass Lan.

Lan zhan: you are nothing in my--

Yao: bullying is against the rules, Hanguang Jun. *smiling*

Wuxian: Lan zhan gets agitated whenever he sees Su she's face. Sorry.

Yao: and looking at his poker face in the mirror each morning doesn't agitate him a bit?

Sorry.

Team d: *laughing*

Wuxian: gosh, that burnt.

I....I respect you, lianfang zun.

As a fellow Lan binding bro.

Yao: delightful.

Forgive me for my savageness, Hanguang Jun.

Lan zhan: *offended* mn. Ok. Since you're my brother-in-law.

Wen qing: what have you been up to, farmer Wei.

Mo xuanyu: lol!

Wuxian: just enjoying my husband.

Wen qing: ohhhh.

Wuxian: and what about you.

Wen qing: queening.

Wuxian: *clapping* as you should.

Wen qing: I'm a phoenix spirit now. So.

Wuxian: wow.

Where's Sizhui?! He'll be happy to see you!

Wen qing: does he remember me?

Wuxian: yea he got back his memory. Otherwise I'll make him remember.

Wen qing: he spent too much time with you and your poor memory.

Wuxian: hey! It's not my fault!

Wen qing: A-ning, was Wei wuxian troubling you?

Wen ning: not at all, Jie. *smile*

Wen qing: he's saved! For now.

Wuxian: pfft....I never trouble him.

Wen ning: Jie, do you want some tea? I'll make some for you?

Wen qing: I would love that! Thank you.

Yao: lost your whip, have you?

Wuxian: how did you know?!!

Yao: because I'm lianfang zun. I remembered that was the first thing you said.

Wuxian: quite gifted.

Yao: thank you, Wei Gongzi.

Have you tried guqin strings on your Lan?

Wuxian: no???

Yao: want some?

Wuxian: hell yes. Should I give you something in return.

Yao: mn. Give me some incense from that incense burner.

Wuxian: *gasps* Jin guangyao!! You mischievous little Lan simp!

Yao: I don't simp for anyone. They simp for me.

Wuxian: ahh, love that.

I'll get you some of the incense. But it makes the lans horny, by the way.

Yao: that's what I want. *joking* To drug xichen.

Wuxian: *cracking up* drug xichen??!! you're hilarious!!!!

Yao: gotta love my wicked humor.

Wuxian: I know right.

Yao: does it work on nies?

Wuxian: I'm not sure.

Yao: one way to find out.

Wuxian: lianfang zun, don't you think your collection of turmoil is enough.

Yao: sometimes he gets immune to it. I don't know why.

Wuxian: I think he loves it.

Yao: huh. You have a point.

Wuxian: lianfang zun. I'm happy that Wen qing is back. You know she's my ride or die.

Yao: hmm, I'm also happy. And she has become so successful.

Wuxian: and I'm glad to see Wen ning this happy as well.

They are really close.

Sizhui: aunt Wen!!!

Wen qing: A-Yuan! *hugs* you got so big! Omg!

This Wei wuxian planted you well!

Sizhui: yea. He got a green thumb.

Wen qing: finally he has mended his idiotic ways.

Sizhui: aunt Wen. I'm so glad you're back.

So you're like a phoenix spirit now?

Wen qing: yep.

*tells him everything*

Sizhui: ohhh.

Then what about the wen remnants?

Wen qing: some became phoenix spirits too. Then some had reincarnated, and maybe some are still in hiding while trying to cultivate a core.

Sizhui: ok good. Uncle Ning and I were trying to find them.

I desire to he a Wen sect leader for them.

I was always inspired by how Wei qianbe protected them. You know. Those were the happiest times.

Wen qing: *smile* may you succeed, little radish. You're capable of everything and anything!

And your aunt and uncle are here, right.

Sizhui: thank you.

~~~~~

Later on, when they left for Jingjing ~

Wen Qing: Yao Huangdi.

Sorry, and thank you.

Yao: for?

Wen Qing: sorry for troubling you and thank you for coming with me to see A-Ning and A-Yuan.

Yao: no you didn't trouble me. And, it was a great pleasure to assist you.

Wen Qing: aw. Yao huangdi, you're truly charming.

Yao: it's truly great that you reunited with your family.

Wen Qing: certainly. *smile* how should I repay you?

Yao: you don't need to.

#the huli jing emperor #meng yao #dimpledlianfang #hulijing emperor 2 #foxyao #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #part 2 #su she #the untamed

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hey hey tell me more about Hideaki!! I wanna know more about him!!

also if you could give me a color pallet for him that would be perfect

OH MY GOD IT’S MY BLORBO'S TIME TO SHINE!!! This man has been living in my head rent free ALL MONTH so I think he needs a necessary introduction.

(You're lucky I made a little concept ref sheet for Hideaki. His hair is HORRIBLE to draw.)

ANYWAYS, his shitty tragic ass life story is under the cut. The blorbo needs his moments <3333

Tw for someone killing a baby brutally, beheading, some violence

Okay so first of all, he's HELLA old in ninjago history. He was a member of the VERY FIRST Elemental Alliance, which included Morro I. His Element was the long-lost and extinct Element of Seasons. This and the Element of Weather were originally from the Great Devourer, offered to humans who managed to evade its venom. Hideaki was a very lucky guy because of his encounter, to the point he was regaled as some kind of hero. Season is a hard Element to make sense or understand about, that even Hideaki doesn't know how he can fully control it. So, the least complicated version of the semantics of Season is that it can summon a season willingly in a controlled area. Although that takes a LOT of work and needs True Potential, so Hideaki taps into the traits of the Core Elements and correlates it to the season he wants to summon.

He awakened his powers at a very young age, and just at 14 he awakened his True Potential in a very fantastical way. FSM noticed his power and notified his parents (and a confused Hideaki) he was an Elemental Master and would like for him to join his alliance. His parents and siblings were quite protective of Hideaki, and were a bit tense and suspicious of a man who just appeared out of nowhere to recruit their son to what seems like a gang. Hideaki, very excited to meet new friends, insisted on going with FSM to travel the world. Right speaking of which, his relationship with his family is VERY good, he has three siblings as well so it's a big family. They are very close, too close to the point he feels as if he's too codependent on them. That's why he chose to go with FSM, so he can learn to handle himself.

As a person, he's a very fun, bubbly, and optimistic person, however he's VERY naïve when it comes to meeting new people. He sees everything, initially, in a black and white worldview, He always obeys the FSM's rules out of sheer idol worship and wanting to be useful, seeing everything in black and white. But despite his bubbliness he's very bad at socializing, often getting distracted with insects, running off to come pet them and getting lost because of a bad sense of direction. Most Elemental Masters have to go looking for him, often being annoyed by how ditzy and clueless he is. It doesn’t help they're older than him by a few years and he was only 14 when he joined. He's also pretty bad at socializing, because whatever he says can be taken in a VERY wrong out of context way.

He barely has any friends (because, you know, he has a big age gap with the others) and the others really didn't want to connect with a little kid, unlike FSM, who's very fond of him. He wishes he has a better childhood than what he had. But, his only friend in the entire Elemental Alliance was the first Elemental Master of Wind, Morro I. They were the only person in the entire world who can match his rambunctious and wilder side, but unfortunately Hideaki is the one who has to keep them in check. They always make reckless or intellectually impulsive decisions where he often forgets he is currently with a buddy, and Hideaki bears the brunt of their decisions. He tries to dissuade Morro I from his many, many awful decisions, but to his dismay he continues to not listen to him. However, he continues to stay with him, simply because he was the only person who can tolerate and understand his giddiness and personality.

Hideaki can summon seasons, and his appearance is also changed depending on which season he uses, or what his current mood is. Because he is usually seen as a happy, smiling young man, his hair, which is pink since birth, his hair is vibrant and very soft-looking, like spring is always like. In the picture above his 'spring colors' is the first picture. With the pink highlights. He is barely in a 'winter mode' simply because he believes his sadness is not quite important to the mission.

As an able Elemental Master, Hideaki was very good at listening to FSM's orders and also his superiors. The only thing he is flawed with is his ability to be distracted. If Morro I is good at evading and being as fast as the wind, Hideaki, is gifted in heavy lifting, though he has more limits unlike the Master of Earth. He can try and drag a grundle back into unclaimed lands using a rope or chains, one of his prime weaponry. Because his Element can somewhat be four separate elements entirely, he uses different kinds of weapons to mediate his power. Since he uses spring a lot he uses a longbow regularly, having perfect aim. He has decently strong control over summer, using a kusarigama, a decent but weaker control over autumn, in which he uses a kama, and he has a very, VERY weak link for winter, simply because his personality contrasts with what winter is usually seen as.

Anyways, when Morro I was arrested for the crime of being so obsessed with FSM, Hideaki was so hurt by the way he showed his true colors. He tried to fish out another response or confession from Morro I, but what he heard from them was heartbreaking: the person he cared about the most... Didn't give too shits about him. He didn't watch Morro I's exile, and he felt embarrassed over the fact he had a crush on them. Since the only person he has gotten along with was gone, he was alienated even further from the Alliance. So he does solo missions, aware the other Elemental Masters don't want to give him the time of day. FSM tries to convince him to socialize, but he really doesn't know how to socialize, only putting on a front that he was still nice and approachable.

When he was 16, a few months after Morro I was exiled, he was patrolling the areas near a rather large forest filled with dangerous plants and animals, a portal above him opens, and, alarmed, he jumps out the way soon as a dark figure falls, and into the ravine near Hideaki. While he was still addled and a little shocked about the portal hanging above him, he calls out to the new stranger if they were okay. The responder sounded feminine, and, after telling them to hold still as he tries to rescue them, something leaps out from the ravine and catches him in a tackle. When he meets with their eyes, it was like love at first sight.

Apparently, the creature in front of him was an Oni, a predecessor of the First Spinjitzu Master and was tasked to bring him back, dead or alive, for their cause in the First Realm. Her name was Kokoro, and she was mainly forced to follow in her parents' footsteps by the Omega or she will be killed. She knows that her being taken here was just a banishment in disguise, but she didn't seem to care. Her Realm was devastated after the incessant fighting of the Oni and Dragon, and seeing Ninjago, she didn't WANT to find the FSM and kill him for it. Sympathizing with her, Hideaki shares a few bits of his life, and the two of them hit it off, something in them clicking when they first laid eyes on each other. Kokoro started to live with Hideaki in his family home. While his family were, at first, a little wary over an Oni staying in their home, immediately warmed up to her.

After a year of knowing each other, their feelings for the other didn't seem to fade away or become platonic. Instead, it grew stronger every time they spend time with one another. They confessed to one another during a private night, and well, they're both teenagers and let the hormones win, so... Hideaki finds out that Kokoro is about to have a kid he's a little tense, panicking even. He's NEVER had one of his dumb, teenage-driven decisions backfire SO horribly in his face before, being the first time he's ever done anything out of impulse. But in the end, while he did receive some scolding from his parents that became a really, REALLY big misunderstanding (Hideaki thought they believed Kokoro was a horrible influence on him, they just want to help), he and Kokoro ended up running away from home. He still had contact with the Elemental Masters, but he omits any details of his Oni wife because he fears their prosecution.

Some background over this hesitant omission: when FSM left, the dragons did send their best warriors to find him, but when he expressed he didn't want to return to the First Realm, the dragons had no choice but to respect his choices. However, the Oni warriors, especially the embodiments of Vengeance, Anger and Deception were very keen on taking him back to win a war they caused. Why do you think the Elemental Alliance was formed? Not only to defend Ninjago's citizens from attacks of primordial creatures, but also from the Oni. They try their damndest to drive out the Oni, and while they are successful, somewhat, some decided to stay, such as Mystake, but only the FSM knows. Kokoro is a stronger type of Oni, since she's one of the daughters of the Oni of Anger. It's why she regularly has some angry outbursts that only Hideaki can calm down. She gets carried away when she gets WAY too angry. But she doesn't hurt anyone, she just has a big impact in her surroundings. Kokoro is the one that carved the mask of anger after fighting her father with Hideaki when they, by coincidence, found him in a secluded and unknown part in Ninjago. It was a metal ass fight.

Anyways, when he is not doing his Elemental Master work, he usually does house chores, making accomodations for Kokoro, or being a generally nice and pleasant person to be around with. He helps a lot of folk near his area with their lives, helping them settle, babysit, whatever. He's regarded as that towns handyman since he always seems to know what to do. Hideaki didn't know that, even when he tried to keep Kokoro a secret, only referring to her by name or his wife, some of his contemporaries got way too suspicious. He always evades the idea of visiting her, he's never shown them any kind of significant material that belongs to his wife, to the point they just think he's making up excuses to escape his work. So they followed him home, and not only did they find out Hideaki’s wife, they also found out she was Oni and like... idk they're beefing with a guy who just turned 18.

So they put the worst assumptions they had on Hideaki and his wife, and immediately tattled on him towards the FSM. Okay, so we are getting on neutral ground with him. I think the FSM is a very interesting figure. He is good, but sometimes he can get a little suspicious of people. He has trust issues after being used and abused by the Oni and Dragon for so many years. When the Elemental Masters forwarded what they assumed Hideaki was doing, well. He didn’t want to believe it at first. The Elemental masters mean well, probably (if having a grudge on a kid means well idk), but they said things blown out of proportion, way too based on assumptions and delusions for it to work. FSM denies their assumptions, but decided the only way to discover if it was true or no was to confront Hideaki. Following him to his home (since Hideaki couldn't say no to him) he, some Elemental Masters who insist on accompanying FSM, engage in a tense dinnertime with Kokoro, who just gave birth (Hideaki still couldn't find the time to hold his new kid in his arms too). FSM purposefully cuts himself (Oni and Dragon alike are very interested in his blood), and Kokoro reacts accordingly, her mind hazy, going out of control as she turns to a full Oni.

that's when FSM admonishes Hideaki for his secrecy. He lets the other Elemental Masters restrain Kokoro, and FSM gives Hideaki a chance to explain himself, to debunk what his comrades tell the FSM. He was always a firm believer of someone admitting their lies and their sins face-to-face... However Hideaki DOES NOT work well under pressure, nor when his baby and wife is currently being held hostage so his thoughts, his confessions and everything he says is incomprehensible garbage. He even made a few mentions of the Oni of Anger and how they destroyed him without the FSM knowing, to which FSM'S trust for Hideaki breaks more. Initially, despite the offenses and panicked testimony, FSM was going to let Hideaki free, except he is exiled from the Elemental Alliance.

The thing is, Hideaki prioritizes his family first. Before FSM can reassure him he is not mad, the Master of Fire... Killed Hideaki's baby. Not an accident, he literally burnt the baby alive until it was reduced to nothing but literal ashes. It was as if something unlocked inside Hideaki; with an enraged growl he breaks free, attempting to maul the Master of Fire like a bear. Even Kokoro was enraged over what they'd done to her child, impaling the first Elemental Master of Nature, letting him die as she tries to scramble to pick up the child's remains and kill the master of fire. The master of fire INSISTS he hadn't done that, that something was controlling him, brainwashing him into fucking killing a baby. I wonder who it was. Anyways things got ugly immediately, Kokoro got murdered by a happenstance of circumstances, that not even Hideaki or FSM could explain it in detail. In the end, FSM cursed Hideaki after murdering the master of fire and earth, thinking that the Preeminent was simply collecting souls not to feel lonely (because he’s still quite naive, despite seeing Preeminent’s true form. he GENUINELY thought she wanted a companion and assigned her Hideaki).

The Elemental Master of Lightning beheads Hideaki out of grief, and when Hideaki opens his eyes to the new afterlife awaiting him. Everything was... a dystopia. A ruin of every ruin. Desolation and destruction that predates anything he knows about Ninjago. And at the center of it all, lies the Preeminent, who has her wish come true. A new companion... but he wasn’t willing, and she treats him more as a pet than anything else. Against his will, since he IS the first inhabitant of the Cursed Realm, he is married to the Preeminent, but no matter how much force and situated affection she has for him, in his heart there only lies one girl. Kokoro, whom he was very, VERY far away from.

At first, he still held hope. Hope that he will see Kokoro again, to hold their child, but the days turned to weeks, months, and then years. The Preeminent had enforced him with all kinds of orders and laws, to the point that his happy, humane and optimistic side started to fade away, leaving only the ugliest parts of him; his lack of social awareness, his awkwardness, his intense insecurity. The years in the Cursed Realm turned him to the very thing he hated the most: something he considers a bad person. These negative attributes of his personality was also paired up with an increasing amount of apathy and indifference (he started accepting that every soul that came here was forsaken and deserved to be punished like him), and cruelty and idleness he shows to his new subordinates. He thinks he can wither like this forever, to act as if nothing exists, as if he doesn’t exist, as if his only dream in this afterlife was to be tortured and held captive by the Preeminent forever.

But someone stopped him from spiralling in those horrid thoughts, as late as he can be. Five thousand years since he came to this realm and was stripped of the humanity he had, a Cursed soul younger than him showed up. 17 years old, clearly having been deceived by the Preeminent as Hideaki observes him from the Head of the Cursed Realm, as he fights off many, many ghosts, winning glory and the authority of everyone in the Dystopian Ribcage. Called the champion, this man was. He interested Hideaki a lot, but he refuses to think or talk about him. He may ascend the Head soon, so what could he possibly say to him? That is, until the Preeminent told him not only was he the Elemental Master of Wind, but he is named after his old friend, Morro I. Immediately the most interested he has been since he was exiled to this Realm, he seeks the young ghost out to obtain information from him, whatever it is. He didn't know what information he wants from him, but it was enough to make this already static afterlife feel... A little more entertaining.

And it did. Hideaki properly gets the chance to meet Morro after one of his combats. Morro had just finished one of his more iconic fights (him against Arcturus, the Anacondrai general), and seen than a particular silhouette he has not ever come across the amphitheater was watching him, he immediately books it. However, Arcturus was feeling a little petty over losing a fight against a teenager that he corners him and almost beats him up if Hideaki didn't intervene. Sending the Anacondrai on their way, he gets a one on one with Morro. The young man wanted to talk to Morro, but he was sent away by a large wind, so he decided to volunteer to host Morro's visit towards the Cursed Realm palace, that's when they started talking. While at first, since Morro was jaded by human interaction and suspicious over anything that tries to interact with him. Hideaki was no exception; he treated him quite callously and occasionally misinterprets his body language and stand offishness as him thinking he is above all of them. Morro has a strong hatred over the Cursed Realm's elite society living in her head (which Hideaki is a part of) because they're living good afterlives in her head.

However, after a few more years of some forced spending time together (the Preeminent wanted her husband and her champion to have a better relationship for publicity), Morro started to understand how and why Hideaki is the way he is. Sooner and later, he developed an understanding and more intimate relationship with Hideaki. It’s not romantic, but it is definitely more platonic than what was intended by the both of them. Not getting into it but it’s like friends-with-benefits type of relationship, except they do have a particularly strong bond. However Morro doesn’t really like him in a romantic way (he’s not that romantically attracted to anyone at all), while Hideaki simply hasn’t moved on from his first wife. They’re not affectionate with each other, but everyone who sees them interact and share relationships know that they are quite close to each other. They occassionally talk, had multiple rendezvous that leaves the Preeminent seething, knowing how one another would feel and act given the type of situation, and even leaves others debating and fighting over what their label were.

Hideaki dislikes the fact that Morro cares too much about a title he never got in his life, and wants him to let go of that ambition. However Morro doesn’t like the fact that he acts as if he doesn’t care about his life anymore. He tries riling Hideaki up with the promises of destroying Cloud Kingdom for separating him from his family. He has no interest with the Preeminent’s ambitions of taking over all the sixteen Realms but makes no plans stopping them, having given up the ability to care about the morality of the situation. However, once he asks Morro if he was still willing to possess the Green Ninja to find the Realm Crystal, he did not expect Morro expressing vengeance and the desire to plunge the world into misery. Despite his hesitance and dislike of having to exert too much of his energy into something that will most likely fail, he was fond of Morro. He didn’t want him to die because of his naive foolishness, and so, decides to help him.

This of course blows up on everyone's faces, as Morro loses against a bunch of teenagers with facemasks, and Hideaki was being smug towards both Preeminent and Morro about how this was a HORRIBLE idea and he knew it. Despite all of this, he feels nothing but acceptance over his fate, and believes he accepts getting scorched to death by water. He does, however, become tense at the thought of his loved ones being judgemental and not loving him any longer simply because he is different and not the man Kokoro married. Idk what to do with this story plot point but he does reunite with his family, don't know how to do it while making it emotional. He also plays widely into this kind of fanseason but also AU thing of mine in which Morro gets an on screen redemption arc. Anyways yeah that's it for his story, it was bound to have a happy ending for him since he deserves it.

Anyways some trivia time tee hee:

Here's a more detailed reference picture of Hideaki I drew out of funnies if you want more color palette references. He ALWAYS wears his training gi, if he is not he wears traditional kimono. I don't have any color palette for his Cursed Realm design but here's a basic sketch of it. He's obsessed with the idea of wearing tons of armor because it's a sign you can protect people you love.

Initially his character would be a little more of an asshole than his final ones, I had his character already set up in early July during the time of making TAGOMJTR (my Morro redemption fic) and waited for a time to implement him in the story. He was supposed to be Morro’s 'only friend' who betrayed him to go to the Head of the Preeminent and left his ass, which made him grow bitter. I actually had to scrap a moment in TAGOMJTR and Morrotober because that little blurb doesn't fit what I have for Hideaki anymore.

Although I had an impulsive thought about turning Hideaki into a genuine, good friend for Morro because he needs some rest between all things, so here we are! I fluctuated back and forth over his actual personality because him being unhinged or snarky and flippant isn't really how I envision him. Besides I need him to contrast Morro- Morro caring too much about life while Hideaki doesn't really give a damn anymore. That's why he's a lot more stoic and apathetic than usual, but it's clear he has a better moral compass and standing than Morro has.

The way I thought of their character is a lot more 'wow what if Morro got fucked over by a ghost in the Cursed Realm' then it turned to 'wow what if an Elemental Master was also condemned' and Hideaki was made. He's mainly based off cold characters who became the way they are because of traumatic events. I think Morro deserves a companion that tries to talk him out of many things rather than someone who betrays him and destroy the last of his kindness.

He's also actually a Demon Slayer oc with the same element at his disposal (breath of Seasons) but they're WILDLY different characters at this point with varied accomplishments. They also have different appearance.

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A Secret Leak: Burning the Midnightmare Oil

The malformed cartoon strolled through the creaking, partly flooded halls of the studio without a care in the world. It had become a lot more comfortable for him when he no longer had to worry about people, weapons they could wield or anything else. The workers who once regarded him as a monster were now monsters themselves, and more importantly, they were WEAK monsters. Monsters that he could dispatch with just a few drops of his ink or a slash or two with his claws. He had gone from the sole prisoner to the closest thing it had to a warden, he was powerful and more importantly, the only truly safe person in this dangerous, rotting studio that had once held dreams so long ago.

He was the King of this world and he knew it well, he was the apex predator of a world of inky darkness and artificial light. Searchers and Butcher gang members exploded when his ink came close to them. Lost ones were only sturdy enough to stand for a few seconds before he cut them down. The few living wolves cowered before both him and the angels and fled on sight. The angels themselves also were well aware of his power and hid themselves from him. It was lonely, but it was paradise. It was proof of his earned freedom. Proof that he would never again be on the receiving end of the wrath and or venom of the Studio's former pillars.

Today, just like any other day in his carved-out paradise was a great hunt. He took down plenty of butchers and searchers and even was lucky enough to find an angel! Angels were the most fun to hunt as they were often smarter and more resilient than the others. His grin vibrated as he chased her through the tight corridors and up ink-flooded stairwells, his claws inches away from her neck before a door slammed shut in front of him. Abruptly ending the chase as she caught her breath in the Little Miracle Station. He knocked on the door to tease her before leaving to find his next hunt.

Instead of descending once more into his territory to wait for the inkwells to make more Butchered Butchers, he heard something from the higher floors, something that enraged him; music.

Hearing as sensitive as his was both one of his greatest strengths and most exploitable weaknesses and the former musicians of the studio knew it, why else would they go out of their way to climb to the music department? All items that they could use for survival supplies there were taken long ago, the exit was flooded with ink, and the pump switch stayed locked within the late music director's office. All that that left was 'weapons'.

What a human would hear as a faint, soft piano melody with a note or two played wrong, the king of the dark puddles heard thundering hammers slamming down on squealing strings, each strike booming enough that the player might as well have been striking his head with that damned instrument of torture!

The Ink demon growled as his 'eyes' adjusted to the music department. Someone had been moving his cutouts around up here and even had the gall to behead one! Luckily, the head of the headless cutout was still intact enough to see out of, and what he saw was most likely the perpetrator: an ink creature with four-fingered hands.

That explains the sour notes.

As the entity moved away from the piano and in sight of the other cutouts, the Ink demon noticed certain peculiarities about the masked musician; Its hands weren't two fingers fused together but hands intentionally made with four in mind. Yet it was very clearly not a proper toon. It looked a bit like a lost one with clothes from afar, but it didn't have the glowing gold eyes, lack of a jaw or skeletal features they possessed. He tried to draw parallels between it and the searchers and sure enough it did have a similar body type if he ignored the legs... but its face was too smooth, it didn't have proper eye sockets nor did it have the gaping maw they shared. It also shared the angels' affinity for songs and presumably their wit if it was bold enough to disfigure one of his cutouts and WEAR it around of all things...

It was a weird amalgamation of everything he had ever hunted before, all the parts boiling together into a mess that fit nowhere any group within the studio, and he felt sick looking at it.

"My Lor-"

The Ink Demon destroyed the abomination in one swipe of his claws without a second thought.

-----

Bendy woke up shivering as he wrapped himself in his blanket and crept towards the kitchen. It was still dark outside, and he felt too embarrassed with the thought of waking Audrey up to tell him about his nightmare of the night.

"Think I should invest in a nightlight?"

The imp asked the stuffed doll of himself who he put on one of the dining table's chairs. It didn't answer him, and he wasn't in the mood to answer for it.

"...This is stupid..." he shook his head while opening up the fridge and getting himself the ingredients for a midnight snack. "Kid or adult, I'm not supposed to have nightmares, I'm supposed to *make* them! I'm the ink demon, I'm the king of the studio..."

He continued to mutter about the injustice of bad dreams as he got out the ingredients for a turkey sandwich and started assembling them.

Bread, lettuce, tomato, mayo, cheese, turkey, mustard, pickles... but he felt like he was missing something for it.

Looking in the fridge again, he dug out the leftover lasagna and looked at it and at his half-made sandwich, internally debating whether or not the cold pasta dish would pair well with the rest of the sandwich before the sound of the front door opening jolted him into zipping the leftovers back into the fridge and slamming it shut behind him.

"Bendy? You're up really late." Audrey looked at the imp with a half confused expression on her face.

"I uh... had a bad dream..." he sheepishly admitted while wringing his hands. "And figured a midnight snack would help."

It was still embarrassing to tell her, but at least it wasn't as bad as waking her up to tell her.

"Oh? What was it about?" She sat down at the table, setting the documents she collected aside, they weren't important at the moment.

"The studio's early days..." He sat across from her, also leaving his sandwich behind for now.

"When Joey first made the world?"

"Kinda, yeah..." he sighed while fidgeting with his gloves. "I don't know what he told you about it, but what I *can* tell you is that he lied. He's really good at lying... if he was one of the two guards in some magical fantasy riddle, he'd be the one who always lies."

"Okay... So if I tell you what he told me, you'd have a good chance at figuring out what is and isn't a lie?"

"I mean, I don't see a point in that because, again, he always lies, but sure."

"When he was describing how the Ink realm came to be, he first introduced himself, and he introduced himself as a bitter old man who blamed everyone but himself for his mistakes."

"Wait, *he* said that? That's not you... being hyperbolic or reading between the lines and telling me that to make me chuckle, is it?"

"Yes it's true, and he said the person he blamed the most was his old business partner Henry."

"Huh, maybe he had a 'come to Jesus' moment while being faced with his own atrocities and hubris in the ink world..." he shook his head. "...Too little, too late. What else did he say?"

"That in his anger, he used the Ink machine to make a world of paper and ink which he used to torment a fake version of Henry with the intent to torment him forever."

"Ha! That's the Joey I know and hate! What he told you was a complete lie! That might be how the ink world ended up in his eyes, but it's not how it started."

"...Then how did it really start?" She took out her notepad.

"The ink world existed before the 'fake' Henry. He doesn't know it, but it was born the day I was born. When he discovered it, he influenced it a lot, changed aspects of the world and how it was, but even then he was thinking about using it as a way to fit even more underpaid workers into his studio."

"Wow... his lie made him sound worse than the truth does..." Audrey shuddered. "Why would he think that it was more acceptable to create a sentient, sapient being just for the sake of torturing him...?"

"I don't know, there's a lot of things he does that don't really make sense to me." Bendy grumbled. "I mean, even though I came out wrong, he still got a genuine, living creature made out of ink! Surely if he sat down and thought about it, he would've been able to put his greedy little brain to work and exploit me all the same instead of locking me away! ...Anyway, I'm getting off topic, where was I?"

"The studio, you said Joey wanted to put more workers in there."

"Oh yeah. Anyway, that plan didn't come into fruition because he used it as a prison for yours truly after I escaped the first one they locked me in."

"Right..." She nodded while taking detailed notes.

"But after me, I think a lightbulb went off in his head. That if he ever made a mistake with the ink, he could just hide it in the ink studio. Shortly after I was stuck in there, suddenly a bunch of other people were being pushed in: A bunch of Borises, some weird Alice Angels, butchered butcher gang members, the ink people with golden eyes..."

"And the creatures like Big Steve?"

"...Who?"

"Big Steve... uh..." she drew out a sketch of the large inky creature she had seen before. "This guy?"

"No, he wasn't in the studio. At least, not in the original loop."

"Anyway, things were pretty crowded in there, but I got pretty good at 'crowd control' over the years." he chuckled half-heartedly. "I might have been the strongest prisoner, but it was still very much a prison. Up until the day it became a story."

"When did that happen?"

"The day the main character showed up: Henry Stein. From that day onward, 'order' was introduced to the world in the form of scripts. We couldn't deviate from the set script no matter how much or how badly we all wanted to, not even the director."

"But if that's what happened, then when did the Angel show up? Allison Pendle? When did she come into the picture to change things for the better?"

"Did Joey tell you that she did?" He deadpanned while fetching his discarded sandwich after finding exactly what it was missing: a toothpick with an olive.

"...Yes..." she sighed.

"Well then it was a lie. Granted, *I* don't know if she helped Henry or not, you'll have to ask him if you see him. But from my point of view, the story stayed Exactly. The. Same. There were some minor changes made to squeeze them into the plot, but nothing strong enough to make any real change. I don't know why they kept disappearing if Joey put them in there for the sake of helping Henry, but I guess Joey just values his friendships with them more than his friendship with Henry and the other friends he betrayed, so he did his best to keep them out of harm's way. But if he didn't lie for a change, then maybe he meant that she helped change your story?"

"I mean... kinda? Looking back on it, I think my experience would've been pretty much the same if I never met her. At the time, I thought she was my friend and that she genuinely wanted to help me. But she used Tom's lied about unfriendliness as an excuse to ditch me in a dangerous ink world where all I had to rely on was my wits and a pipe. And sure, she did come stop Alice from mauling me, but she also only came in-"

"-At the last minute by stabbing her in the back?"

"Yeah... how did you know?"

"For an 'angel of light that always provides hope' she has a pretty fucked-up sense of humor; she did that pun with Henry too."

"It was a pun?"

"Back-stabber." the demon pantomimed with a discarded pencil. "...It would've made more sense if you got to know about *their* history." He shook his head and took a bite out of his sandwich.

"Wait, so you knew the histories of the Joey Drew Studio workers?"

"Some of them, but there's just way too many to keep track. So, I mostly focused on the loudest, with the exception of Henry..."

-----

Today, just like any other day in his carved-out paradise was a great hunt. He took down a small group of wolves, a searcher the size of a car, and one of the angels made a new toy for him! A machine-thing that put up an actual fight instead of going down in one hit!

He was both amused by the angel's audacity and excited that he'd get lasting battles out of this splendid creation, he wasn't even afraid of its ultimate weapon as the mechanical thing didn't even know how to use it!

After he won the battle, he lounged on one of the sofas for a well-deserved rest while the angel of this domain cursed at him.

He could tell that the voice on the speakers was a recording of her yelling while the actual angel was secretly and subtly recollecting the parts of her destroyed machine-guardian, but he didn't mind. If he was going to have fights as thrilling as the one with her metal puppet again, he would have to wait for her to fix the broken toy.

But waiting could get boring and the demon still wanted something to do, so he figured he'd check out what was going on in the upper floors, it sounded like there was a lot of screaming of the damned going on up there and he wanted in on it! Limping his way up, the screams died down to muffled whimpers and sobs, eventually turning into an eerie silence that was only broken by the murmurs of a voice he didn't recognize at first.

"Sheep, Sheep, Sheep... It's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake, or in the morning, you'll be dead..."

A Lullaby? Was the voice 'singing' a lullaby? It sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't put his finger on it... His eyes adjusted to the rarely visited music department and-

Oh.

Oh. sweet. mercy.

It was back and it had covered an entire section of the department in unrecognizable gore; an entire area with his cutouts covered in inkshed and having bowls of mushed up organs placed close to what was supposed to serve as his eyes. In that exact moment he knew exactly who and what the voice belonged to, and it gave him full body shivers.

He didn't see it in the same room as him, but he could feel its presence, he could see it starring at him through his own eyes and he hated it... He felt like he was back in the 'living' studio, that he was once again being hunted instead of being the hunter. And while those memories of that horrible time repeated itself in his mind, he made two terrifying realizations:

That the human identity of the amalgamation was none other than the cruel music director.

And that unlike all the other beings within the studio, it was not born or reborn from the Ink machine.

-----

Bendy woke up gasping for breath, gripping the blanket like his life depended on it while the nightmare lingered in his mind for a few more seconds. He let his breathing steady as the sun lazily shone through his window, the natural light was another comforting reminder that he was not back in the studio.

"W-why...?" he panted as he thought back to the reoccurring pattern of the dreams. "I haven't even seen it since my escape, its in the studio, I'm out here... ARGH!"

He flopped back down onto the bed in frustration.

"I haven't even thought once about it ever since Wilson came into the picture, hell, I haven't even had a single nightmare about him or the stuff he put me through, so why now and why it?"

"It might be a warning, Bendy."

He looked over at the doll of himself that he unconsciously voiced and picked it up.

"You know well that the worst thing about the Amalgamation isn't its uncanny appearance, its morbid hunting style, or even its unpredictability. It's its endurance paired with its persistence. Sure, it goes down just as easily as any other lost one or searcher, but it doesn't NEED to be strong enough to shrug off a thousand bullets, a hundred bullets, ten bullets, or even just one bullet when the end result is that it's still going to regenerate and reanimate itself no matter what."

The imp nodded, listening to himself as if he was hearing this for the first time.

"And you know that it wants you. It's always trying to get your attention in one way or another. It's willing to do whatever it takes to either lure you into its domain or hunt you down itself. So ask yourself this: if you escaped, what's stopping it from escaping the studio itself?"

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My thoughts on RWBY V9C3 (SPOILERS)

In the previous Chapter, Team RWBY figured out that they had somehow ended up in the Ever After, a world from a fairy tale they all read as kids, The Girl Who Fell Through The World. Blake concluded that they should follow the path of the main character, Alyx, in order to get to the giant tree at the center of the Ever After, and go back home from there. They manage to get Yang’s arm back from the Jinxy Peddler, the the talking raccoon who stole it to sell at his auction, but got into a fight with the soldiers of someone known as the Red King, as they wanted to get the arm for his birthday. They also found one of Penny’s swords and took it with them along with Yang’s arm. After being chased down by the soldiers, Ruby persuades them to take her and her team to the Red King’s birthday party, offering Penny’s sword as a gift.

In this episode, Team RWBY is escorted to the Crimson Castle, only to find that instead of the Red King, there is the Red Prince, a spoiled child who rudely rejects Penny’s sword by kicking it away into the bushes and orders for the soldiers who gave it to him to be beheaded. Ruby offers to play a board game with the Red Prince, in exchange for help getting to the Tree, which he accepts gleefully. The board game resembles chess with living pieces, the red ones belonging to the Prince, and the white ones to be played by Ruby. The white pieces are broken and worn out, indicating relentless victories from the Prince. But when Ruby notices some pieces missing, the Prince uses magic to shrink her teammates and have them substitute. It is shown that the white pieces are specifically ordered by the Prince to let him win. Throughout the game, the Prince interrogates Ruby on why she wants to go o the Tree, which she responds by saying it will help her get home. When asked about how she knows this, Ruby refers to Alyx as “someone I know”. At this point, Ruby is able to win the game because of her teammates, which in turn boosts the white pieces’ morale to fight harder. This angers the Prince and he throws a tantrum before coming to a realization that prompts him to ask Ruby what she is. She says she is human, causing what appears to be some sort of trauma response in the Prince and shock in both the red and white pieces. The pieces all turn on Ruby’s teammates, and a fight breaks out. In the end, Ruby wins, but the Prince still threatens them until a strange cat intervenes and guides Team RWBY and Little away from the castle. They realize it’s the Curious Cat who can help them get to the Tree and follow him. Meanwhile, somewhere on another Acre, the Jabberwalker is bleeding while running away from something. It sees something fall from the sky and investigates, only to find Neopolitan, still wanting to kill Ruby. However, something happens when Neo is about to fight the Jabberwalker, there is some kind of reaction between her Semblance and her surroundings, causing her Semblance to evolve, allowing her to create multiple copies of herself. She orders them all to gang up on the Jabberwalker, as the latter begs her to stop. The Chapter ends.

I wanna start off by saying that I love the work that CRWBY has put into this episode, from the environments to the animation and the cinematography. They went really hard on this one for sure. The shot of the butterfly fluttering down inside the bell tower, the fight sequence, the chase scene. All of it beautiful. Weiss’ Snow Angel shot in particular was my favorite, and I absolutely loved the team attack from Weiss, Blake and Yang. The song that played was also amazing! Casey Lee Williams and Martin Gonzales are doing brilliant work with this Volume’s soundtrack.

We expected to see the Red King, but instead are met with the Red Prince. It is never explicitly stated what happened for that to change, but there are hints here and there. One of the soldiers indicates that the King’s absence had something to do with a human who fell here before. The Curious Cat makes an ominous comment about how “times change and so do people when it is their time.” Earlier he also remarks on how the Red Prince was put on his Acre to win his game at all costs. This seems to relate to how everyone in the Ever After is named after their specific purpose, and Little, having not found their purpose yet, is unnamed. The Curious Cat also confirms that Alyx is not the only human he met before Team RWBY. Apparently, others fell before them too. We do not know if Alyx was the cause of the King’s absence, although we know she most likely cheated, as indicated by the Red Prince’s response to Ruby saying she’s human. Something about a human having cheated may have caused the King’s downfall. The theme of finding one’s purpose is constantly brought up throughout the Volume, with it being tied to who they are. And now there is a recurring theme of change too. We know that Alyx went through a change when she fell. She returned home as a different person. And given how it’s become clear that Team RWBY are gonna be confronted head on with their biggest personal issues, they might end up going through the same process, though we still don’t know exactly what the process looks like.

Something strange is happening with Neo. Her Semblance is evolving and it appears to have something to do with the Ever After. It could be worth pointing out how her Semblance is name “Overactive Imagination” and that the Ever After responds to people’s emotions. Whatever it is, it’s made Neo all the more dangerous, and a much bigger threat in this Volume.

There is also something about the Jabberwalker. It went to an Acre that looked like the ruins of a civilization. It picked up a gear and said “fix”, but we don’t really know what that was about. However, it ran to this Acre from another and was bleeding for some reason. It was running away from something. What could it have been?

If we go by the order of Blake’s telling of the story, they’ve met the Hunter Mice, fought the Jabberwalker, taken Yang’s arm back from Jinxy, beat the Red Prince at his own game. Now they have just met the Curious Cat. The next character on the list is the Rusted Knight. This could mean that we are getting closer to seeing what has become of Jaune and learning why the Rusted Knight’s armor resembles Jaune’s. Penny’s sword is still left behind. Will Ruby go back to get it? What exactly did Neo do to the Jabberwalker? What exactly happened to the Red King?

We are slowly learning more about the Ever After, being given more hints about how things work, while also learning about what became of it after Alyx left. And now, the threat of Neo has been confirmed. Team RWBY is now following the Curious Cat, and we might be getting closer to finally seeing Jaune and/or the Rusted Knight.

Looking forward to the next episode

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