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gremlingottoosilly · 5 months

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very surprised that the lovefool AU didn't have König spanking the reader while making her count every hit in German, starting over everytime she messes up 😵‍💫

GERMAN LESSONS

Your kidnapper decided to refresh your knowledge of German numbers. Unfortunately for you, Konig doesn't appreciate failure. TW and tags: Spanking, non-con, kidnapping, power imbalance, controlling yandere Konig, size difference, fingering

You messed up.

At this point, you’re not even sure what set König – your kidnapper, as you learned to never forget – off. It might have been some slightly bratty comment, maybe your smile wasn’t cute and girlfriendly enough, maybe you were sleeping a bit too tight and refused to give him hug as he always made you do. It’s hard to predict him, with his mood swings going from almost being a loving boyfriend with an affinity for making you warm and nice for him up to a torturer who wants nothing but to punish your holes as harshly as possible.

You messed up, and you don’t even remember how – perhaps, this is what made your punishment even worse. König has a desire to make you answer to his every whim, and when you’re as much as resisting even one small thing…

— Fucking brat. I was too soft on you, ja?

He drags you to his lap, but it’s far from his regular affection. You could have expected kisses, maybe something else soft and pretty, maybe his hands hugging you firmly – but he drops you on his thighs like a dead weight, harsh hand pressing between your shoulder blades to make you lat flat. Ass up in the air, little clothes you had – only his shirt, of course, König fucking hated seeing his little captive girlfriend in actual clothes and not another of his sexual fantasies.

You sob, you whimper, and you’re trembling because this is the first time he is like this. Violent and cruel in the bedroom – yes, he was kinda beating you up in his basement, but you thought that he wouldn’t drag this to your shared bed. You hoped that the worst punishment you could take is his dick up your ass or a very violent mouth fucking – not this. You hoped for a punishment to be sex, not pain.

Not his huge hands striking you across your ass like you’re a bratty kid in need of a lesson.

— I thought you could be a proper girl for me, Schatz. I trusted you.

You’d say he sounds hurt, but you can recognize the sadistic gleam in his voice. König doesn’t even bother with preparing your skin first, he strikes as hard as he can – and you cry every freaking time because, oh god, it feels horrible, and you’re going to be sick, and you don’t know what to do except for crying your eyes out with every harsh slap across the plush flesh of your ass. Your skin jiggles with every strike, and his cruel laugh almost feels as painful as his hands.

— I’m sorry! Pl…please, don’t…god…

You whimper, crying, just a dumb girl for big bad König, who has all the power over you now. Giant hands enveloping your asscheeks only to strike harder, to land blows equally on both sides of your ass. There is nothing sexy about it – you only feel a burning sensation and sweet numbness every time they hit lands somewhere new, not tearing already exhausted flesh with new pain.

It’s like your bottom has been set on fire – he is preparing you for something far worse, you know, not even counting each strike.

He drags his hand all across the redness of your ass, making you whimper from pain. He chuckles, knowing just how utterly pathetic you look right now – poor girl, can barely even think about getting your mind in place as you can’t even try to think about his hands doing all of this. You want him to fucking stop touching you, but you know that the chances are slim. Non-existing even.

— Now, Schatz, it wasn’t that bad. Just a preparation.

If that was a preparation, you don’t want to know what a real one will feel like. You whimper, trying to get up from his lap – maybe, if you cry loud and long enough, he will think about stopping hurting you. Maybe, if you’re pathetic enough, you’ll have the chance for mercy. Maybe, if you’re able to distract him from hurting you, he will think of other options for your body.

Your hands are trying to reach his crotch – you don’t want to fuck him, but his dick is a far better punishment than his hands. You feel dirty when your hands are trying to hold onto his pants, taking them off as if you’re nothing but a depraved slut in need of a good pounding. Each ounce of dignity gets washed away as your hands softly palm his erection through his pants. Bastard is hard – you knew he was getting off from your pain, but being reminded of this so explicitly…

Only but he is striking you again, harsh palm against already swollen flesh. You yelp. You squirm. You cry.

Of course, he doesn’t really care.

— Being a slut won’t help you, dumb thing.

You sob, hands retracting back to being awkwardly placed in front of your face. Your position on his lap makes your cheeks burn – both of them, which is even more embarrassing. At this point, you aren’t even sure if you’d prefer him cutting your limbs off. Maybe it would at least feel less humiliating.

— I’m s…sorry, König, I…

He places a hand on your ass again. Softer this time, if only for a bit – your skin still stings as he continues to stroke your aching skin in a feeble attempt at reassuring. His hands are burning, and you don’t want to be touched like this, but even the slight human interaction is probably the only thing that will keep you sane right now. It might be pathetic, but just like a cat, you are crawling to meet the hand that has the power to softly cradle you. Like a domestic pet König made you to be, you hide your claws and present your rear to his touches. Maybe, he had enough. Maybe, this is over.

His hard-on pressing in your tummy tells you another story.

— Let’s do it this way, Schatzi.

His other hand goes to dig in your hair, holding your head high enough to make sure you’re listening. You whimper from pain pulsating in your scalp but don’t make a sound – terrified of making this moment of kindness short-lived.

— W-what?

You give him the answer because you’re a good pet, a trained one, because your captor expects nothing but perfect obedience, and you would do anything to make the pain stop. Too bad that your “anything” isn’t even nearly enough.

— Let’s teach you how to count, ja?

He tried teaching you German, bit by bit. Dragged you a bunch of kid's books, the simplest expression took you days to learn because every mistake would mean an even rougher round of fucking, and every perfectly pronounced word would mean yet another round of “lovemaking” – soon, you learned to stagger your progress perfectly, being the most mediocre captive student this country has ever saw. You might be dumb, but…ah, no, judging by König’s standards, that’s it.

You lick your lips, preparing for the worst. He is rubbing your ass softly, gently, but his touches aren’t bringing you relaxation – you can only wait for his to continue, to make you suffer more like he didn’t kiss you like a lover just a few days before, softly cradling your head on his chest and promising to bring you very nice cake if you’d continue to be a good girl and warm his dick with your pussy.

— For every strike, I expect you to count. If you mess up, we will start over.

— H…how many times?

— Let’s start with ten, ja? You don’t look too strong right now, Katzen.

You never looked strong, this is the sole reason why you’re even here. Not a proper soldier, not actually a fighter, just a fucking domestic girlfriend for a bastard like König, who has nothing but his ego and a rank that made you sick from how much power he had – people like him shouldn’t be in charge, even if he is a merc and not an actual commander. Even if he is nothing but a bloodthirsty hound, he still has way too much power over little ol’ you.

You nod, but that’s not good enough. You grunt in acknowledgment, but it doesn’t satisfy him either.

— I…I understand. Sir.

— What are we saying to be polite, Katzen?

— Please? S…spank me. Bitte. I promise I will count.

You can feel his fingers twitching, trembling. He doesn’t like this little game either, it probably feels too artificial and awkward – you’d rather just be beat up by him, but alas, if he needs to take off some steam at the expense of your body…you aren’t exactly fine with that, but it’s not like you really have an opinion on the matter. At least it’s not needles and knives in your sensitive places – just his hands and your sore bottom.

Then he strikes.

First time, it felt like the worst pain in the world. Your ass, already sore and bruised, was heated up again – you cut down your scream because you know that he doesn’t want anything but counting. Nothing but your obedience, your pain, you might not want to be a spectacle for someone like König, but you don’t have even an illusion of choice here. You yelp, the only thing you allow yourself to do.

You start counting.

— E..ein.

— Good girl.

His fingers suddenly slip down to find your pussy, already wet and fucking messy for him. You can’t help it, it felt too wrong and too right at the same time – his hands on your body, his voice praising you like he didn’t just [unished you for as much as fucking existing. You whine, your body trembling with fear as he launches at you again – another harsh smack forcing you to remember all the numbers like your life depended on it. In some way, it really did.

You lick your lips, biting into soft flesh to suppress your little cries. You can be stronger than this, you need to be stronger than this.

König strikes your ass quickly, second and third time – you are keeping up as much as you can. Sobbing when he drags his hand lower, his fingers landing somewhere between our cheeks. There is still a lot of clean skin to uncover to reveal new pain – you’re sobbing between rounds, only allowing yourself to breathe when he pushes his fingers down your folds and plays with your core.

It’s somehow worse than normal spanking. The pain was numbing, allowing you to slip into some other dimension. The pleasure is overweening, fucking with your brain like you should be thanking König for being so nice and stroking your clit between the rounds of punishment.

You moan as he pushes a finger in, quickly forcing another slap on your already swollen ass. You don’t miss counting, but you do feel like your head is going to explode. Mind isn’t working enough to actually produce something meaningful – only pathetic chants of numbers and his name mixed properly. You feel like you’re going to suffocate.

König appreciates the view – his darling, precious girlfriend, he never knew you could be any more beautiful but here you are, laying on his lap like a good kitten you are. With his hands bruising you, he should have punished you sooner – you have become so bratty lately, forgetting your place and who is wearing pants around here. He should have brought you across his thighs way sooner, maybe turn this into a regular thing and have you moan his name as you’re pathetically sobbing and begging for him to stop.

He strikes you a few times more, his other hand two knuckle-deep in the wetness of your cunt. Such a slut for your boyfriend, you shouldn’t get off this kind of punishment – but of course, he can’t really blame his precious girl for being this fucking needy. He appreciated moving you from the basement, it’s much easier to be with his girl when you’re not rotting on some old mattress – yet, he feel that you started to get out of line as he allowed you too much over and over again.

It’s a good thing he will be able to punish you even more.

— It’s the fifth one, Liebling. Want a break?

You consider your options, he can see your adorable face scrunching in, not understanding if he is for real or not. You’re pretty, too pretty to be this alone, small, and scared – he can’t help but lift your head again, hearing you groaning from pain as he strains your hair just so he can press his mask against your forehead. Mockery of a kiss, but he doesn’t want to face you right now.

This whole fucking thing wasn’t comfortable enough for him. If only he could, he would just make you obedient through less awkward ways – but you’re so fucking bratty, it really is impossible. König smiles, pushing two of his fingers deep into your hole, stroking your folds as gently as possible. He is weak – he can’t stay mad at his favorite girl for long, no matter how much he wants to try and stand his ground this time. God, you’re too fucking adorable to resist.

— Please? You’re so cute, he might as well let you get out of your punishment. It’s not like him to be this soft, but he already turned your ass into a bruised mess, and if he comes any further, you might actually start to bleed – oh well, he doesn’t want this. Oh well, you will pay for this later – on your back, ass high in the air. Maybe he will try your ass today, just so he could have a nice and tight hole around him. A good way to make you shut up, for sure.

You whimper when he is holding you close, soothing you like a desperate kitten – you cling onto him, all the brattiness going out of your body, just like he intended. So, so pretty for him, he doesn’t know what he will do with you later.

He spanks you one last time just to hear your precious whimpers.

God, just how much he fucking adores you.

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #yandere cod #konig mw2 #reader insert #lovefool!au

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desos-records · 6 days

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Lockwood & Co AU where Lockwood's parents are just Evie and Rick O'Connell from The Mummy

Lockwood inexplicably knows a lot of extremely specific things about Ancient Egypt and he never elaborates and it infuriates George to no end

Lockwood: Well, it can't be a real canopic jar. The jackal protects the stomach, not the liver. George, who has never seen Lockwood read anything other than trashy tabloids and pulp detective novels: How could you possibly know that???

They discover while fighting off relicmen that Lockwood is insanely capable with guns and he flat out refuses to acknowledge any line of questioning about it, but it does explain the crate of old shotguns in the basement

He also apparently knows how to build, operate, and diffuse a range of explosive devices, which they discover during the Siege of Portland Row

Clearly, he has a talent for leaving buildings in partial to complete ruin everywhere he goes

He viciously despises the British Museum, a fact they discover after getting hired to clear out a particularly nasty poltergeist from one of their exhibit halls and Lockwood turns them down flat

On top of ghost relics, Portland Row is also home to various Ancient Egyptian decor--small statues, modern recreations of khopeshes, photographs of temple interiors. Some of the artifacts are the real thing and he does not see the hypocrisy in this

Along with the iron line outside, the lintel of the front door has the Eye of Horus carved into it as an additional protective measure

During rare nights off, the gang sometimes plays board games together and Lockwood is visibly surprised that no one else knows how to play Senet

He speaks Arabic and, if given enough time and motivation, can translate hieroglyphics

Sometimes when they're stumped in a particularly dangerous case, Lockwood will call on a 'family friend' who happens to have the relevant connections or expertise

Ardeth visits on Christmas every year without fail or warning. Everyone is in utter shock the first time except Lockwood, who is royally embarrassed by all the baby stories his godfather keeps telling people. Ardeth is just happy to know that Lockwood has formed his own family

The uncle he stayed with in the country was Jonathan

He has dual citizenship in the United States and, when Kipps learns this, he teases him mercilessly about it

#lockwood & co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #locklyle #george karim #the mummy #the mummy 1999 #the mummy returns #evie carnahan #rick o'connell

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thestobingirlie · 11 months

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Somewhat tangentially related to that other ask but I wish fandom would just acknowledge that Eddie is also bully in his own right and just because he's antagonist towards jocks doesn't mean they deserve it by virtue of being jocks (no matter how much fandom likes to pretend it's warranted because Eddie is bullied himself- this is nowhere near canon and I'd go so far as to say it goes against canon if we're basing it off of Eddie's own behavior) and beyond all that; like the other asker and yourself said Eddie isn't just antagonizing jocks! He openly scorns band kids, geeks and pretty much everyone that isn't his specific brand of nerd which is not about academics so much as nerdy interest like fantasy and "non-conformist" music.

I put that in quotations because Eddie is actually probably the one that buys into the whole high school hierarchy spiel more than any other character on the show; by setting himself up as such an anti-establishment non conformist (all within the high school setting mind you we see nothing to make me believe his ideals go beyond that setting and it makes sense to me considering he's a Peter Pan archetype stuck in a state of arrested development- but I digress) because he sets himself up in such a way that his entire persona is built off of the abject refusal to adhere to societal expectations he's by and large helping to perpetuate them. He's cosplaying this attitude more than living by it because the societal norms still very much dictate how he views himself and how he approaches others.

Ironically Steve is the real deal in this regard by shucking what others expect from him and living his own life the way he wants it divorced from the excepted norms he used to let dictate him as late as mid s3 while changing the things he didn't like about himself behaviorally while still retaining his core personality and interests without the need to revise himself fully.

But because he doesn't have an alt style or interests that go against the mainstream, fandom refuses to see him in this light. He also doesn't let his new friends change his own interests nor expect them to change theirs for him.

I guess this rant makes me sound like I don't like Eddie but I do! I think fandom Eddie is entirely separate from canon Eddie however, to the point where his only recognizable qualities are his interests and aesthetic. Fandom really seems to martyr him in that regard and fully drink his kool-aid which is hilarious because it's largely performative with no substance lmao (even the "woe is me hunt the freak huh 🥺" falls flat narratively when a whole ass dead girl was found in his home).

I think the duplicitous nature of his personality and his hypocrisy (while still fully being a good guy! If you ignore the whole uh selling hard core drugs to a 17/18 year old girl who clearly never did them before thing) I think it's this dual nature and slightly shady actions while still having a caring heart and good intentions is what makes him a good character and we don't get to see that hardly ever with the way a laaaarge portion of fandom worships at his freak alter.

god, beautifully written. i agree with every single point. honestly, you anons just know how to word exactly what i’m feeling.

yes! eddie pretends like he rejects societal ideals, but he just reinforces them to the next generation. he’s built his life on being the freak, he plays it up to get attention, and to rile up his classmates. i honestly think eddie won’t know who he is post high school. which is, like you said, ironically the way the fandom tries to portray steve. but we see that he’s much more secure in himself and his life than eddie. does he have everything figured out? of course not, he’s 18!! but he knows a hell of a lot more than eddie.

but because he isn’t a nerdy outcast, the fandom would have us believe that he actually hates his life and who he is, and secretly doesn’t want to be a jock. fanon steve is honestly way more like canon eddie than i think the fandom wants to admit.

(and yeah, chrissy is found dead in his home. people aren’t just witch hunting eddie for no reason lmao)

all this is what makes canon eddie an actual interesting character!!! and the fact he (and steve) are entirely stripped of these characteristics is one of the reasons that i just can’t vibe with the fandoms rendition of steddie.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #asks #anon

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voxofthevoid · 2 months

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Time for Shibuya Swap Wednesday #5!

Good news: Part 1 is finished. Bad news: That alone was 44k.

Sure, Parts 2 to 4 won't be as long, but at this point, I have no clue how big the fic will be. Last week, I tentatively predicted it would probably end with less than 10 chapters. That's, uh, not gonna be the case. I give up.

Onto Part 2, featuring alt!Satoru/canon!Yuuji!

Yuuji’s foot slams into the tracks—

I’ll save you, Gojou-sensei.

—and goes right through, the ground under him vanishing.

He plunges into darkness, the whole world blinking out. There’s a dizzying rush of sensation, sight and smell and sound all merging into a single, screaming mass, and then Yuuji’s prone on a hardwood floor, unharmed but stunned.

His body refuses to move, but his mind’s running a mile a minute, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened. He was at the station, leaving Mei Mei and her little brother to fight so he could let the others know what had happened to Gojou, and then—

It wasn’t unfamiliar, the way the world twisted into nonsense around him. Yuuji felt that a lot in the last few months, especially in those days his teacher was his only company. Gojou liked to warp Yuuji to places without warning him, and Yuuji got used to it, learning to land on his feet without needing Gojou to support him, but that first shock of vertigo never really went away, made bearable only by the familiar, prickling cursed energy ballooning out from Gojou’s touch to envelop his whole body. It kinda felt like a hug, lingering on Yuuji’s skin for several seconds after the landing.

But what just happened is different. The sense of violent displacement is the same, but there’s no foreign cursed energy cloaking him, and there was something…unsettling about the way he was moved. It didn’t feel like he was teleporting somewhere, but like he fell through the fabric of the world.

That’s stupid, right?

Yuuji’s trying to make his body cooperate when he hears it—a high, insistent noise, close but muffled. And Yuuji’s seen enough movies to recognize the sound of someone trying to yell through a gag.

There’s someone here, someone hurt.

That gives him the spark needed to force his leaden limbs to move. Palms flat on the floor, one leg bent. His joints take his weight without protesting. Nothing hurts, but there’s a strange numbness everywhere. The more Yuuji moves, the more it retreats, like his body’s coming alive piece by piece.

He pushes himself up on all fours, looking in the direction of the voice—

“Gojou…sensei?”

That guy—Mechamaru—said Gojou’s been sealed.

Yuuji was imagining…well, he didn’t really get time to imagine much, but he realizes now that he had an image of something eerie and ancient, like that dimly lit, seal-papered room he woke up in after he swallowing the first finger. Something like a movie except distressingly real, like most things in this world are.

This isn’t that. This is—

Gojou’s gagged, sure, but it’s a bright red ball secured to his face with black straps. He’s on a bed. A large, plush bed with gleaming black sheets that seem to make Gojou’s pale skin glow.

And there’s a lot of skin showing. All of it. Gojou’s naked.

He’s lying in a really weird position, arms stretched behind him and his chin propped on the mattress, but Yuuji can still see his bare shoulders and back. He can see the bare ass sticking up in the air. Gojou’s very, very naked.

On a bed, gagged and bound. Not sealed in a station.

Yuuji blinks, hard enough that his vision’s blurred when he opens his eyes.

Nothing’s changed.

“Gojou-sensei?” Yuuji calls weakly.

There’s a sudden, loud silence, and Yuuji abruptly realizes that Gojou was making muffled noises this entire time, his jaw working uselessly around that thick gag. The dark straps seem to be digging into his skin, stretching from the corners of his mouth to the back of his neck. It doesn’t look comfortable. The way Gojou’s lying, his chin and shoulders supporting the bulk of his weight, doesn’t seem comfortable either.

And the bright blue eyes boring into Yuuji are even louder than the noises Gojou was making.

Right. Yuuji needs to—

He staggers to his feet. The numbness is all gone now, but Yuuji still stumbles when he walks, a whole other kind of shock weakening his limbs. He still makes it to the bed in a matter of seconds, scanning the rest of his surroundings in that short time. It’s half deliberate, training and habit kicking in, but it’s half desperate too; Yuuji can’t bring himself to look at Gojou and his exposed…everything.

It’s not good, right? A person trapped like this, kept like this. It’s not good.

Yuuji just can’t reconcile that logic to the fact that this is Gojou.

But he can’t keep looking away once he’s near the bed.

Gojou’s still in the same position, now looking up at Yuuji. His face looks sharper like this, cuttingly angular. His eyes are somehow brighter, seeming to glow under snow-pale lashes. For a moment, Yuuji just stares, his vision filling up with the blue of those eyes and the white of those lashes.

Gojou makes another noise, snapping Yuuji out of it. He jolts in place, dropping to his knees so he’s at level with Gojou’s face.

“I’ll help you, sensei,” Yuuji tells him, surprised and relieved when his voice comes out even. “Let me just…”

He has to touch Gojou, no way around it, and Yuuji’s done that plenty, but not in a situation like this. But he steels himself and reaches out, wincing at how his arms tremble. He tries not to touch Gojou’s skin as he fumbles with the gag’s buckle. It’s nothing complicated, just like a belt buckle, but Yuuji keeps fumbling, and it’s not until he delicately extracts the prong, still careful not to let the insides of his arms brush Gojou’s face, that he realizes he could’ve just snapped the thing.

And then the gag’s loose, the straps falling away from the sides of Gojou’s face.

Gojou spits the gag out.

“What,” he rasps, “the fuck happened to you?”

The swearing catches Yuuji off guard. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Gojou swear; he even chided Yuuji a few times for it, except it always sounded like a joke, as if Gojou was just playing the part of the teacher.

Then everything else hits—the voice, the face.

Gojou looks eerily young with his face bared. Yuuji knows that. He even said it once, mouth moving before his mind could catch up with it, but Gojou just preened like a peacock, tossing his hair and crowing something about not even needing a skincare routine.

He looks young, but young the way some adults do.

This guy looks like he’s Yuuji’s age.

It’s a good thing he’s already on his knees or he’d have collapsed.

“What happened to you?” Yuuji echoes in pure confusion. “Sensei, you’ve…shrunk.”

“Did you hit your head or something?” Gojou retorts. “Sensei, you’ve shrunk.”

“Eh?”

Gojou grunts, straightening up in a heaving motion. There’s a ripple of muscle.

Yuuji doesn’t look away in time.

There aren’t any more straps on Gojou, though Yuuji got a clear look at his arms earlier and saw they were bound at his back with a pair of black handcuffs—not the steel kind the police use but comfortable-looking things, sleek and padded. His chest is bare, just a little flushed. It’s also smaller.

Yuuji’s seen Gojou shirtless a few times in the aftermath of sparring matches. He didn’t need to strip off torn, bloody clothes the way Yuuji often did after a spar or a mission, but he’d work up a sweat sometimes, engaging Yuuji until he was an exhausted puddle on the ground. Even then, Gojou wouldn’t have more than a thin sheen of sweat on him, and all the times he even bothered stripping, it was to take a dip in the large river that ran beside one of their usual sparring spots.

Yuuji stopped finding everything about Gojou unfair after the first week, but he still couldn’t help staring when Gojou stripped. There was just so much of him, more than his uniform showed. A broad chest with swollen pecs, biceps nearly the size of Yuuji’s head, a tapered waist taut with muscle, hipbones you could cut yourself on—just a lot.

This Gojou doesn’t have that bulk. He’s still muscled, complete with a six-pack, but there’s so much less of him all over.

But that isn’t what’s fucking with Yuuji. Gojou’s naked. His thighs are fully exposed—the space between them too. And instead of a cock, there’s a steel contraption that makes Yuuji’s balls shrivel to look at.

Rings, Yuuji registers after a long moment of mindless staring. Those are metal rings around Gojou’s soft cock, with thin bars caging even the head. A larger circle is wound around it and his balls both.

There’s a lock.

Yuuji stares at that for a long moment, caught off guard by how innocuous it looks. He’s seen locks like that a hundred times, on suitcases and even that one diary his grandfather kept, the key lost but the lock left untouched in Yuuji’s room at the dorms. It feels strange to see it flush to a plump pink cock. But he can’t not look at the rest of the spectacle, squirming in place as he takes in the metal circles one by one.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” he blurts out.

“Yeah,” Gojou says, and Yuuji thinks it’s an answer to his question until he adds, “you’re definitely not my Yuuji. But you’re still a goddamn pervert, so I guess you are Yuuji.”

#goyuu #jjk snippets #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #wip wednesday #my fic #fic: how the story changes #divider credit: saradika-graphics

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mayday-jd · 5 months

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alr I lied I gotta talk about smth else quickly

• so remember when I mentioned branch's reaction to the country song when they entered lonesome flats??

yeah now let's talk about how poppy reacted

poppy hears the song then concludes that the country trolls are miserable and don't know how to have fun

and what better way to make them have fun?? force them to listen to pop music.

cough cough barb parallels COUGH

ofc that doesn't work the country trolls are appalled by their pop medley

all of them... except for hickory

I think poppy was drawn to hickory because he was the only one that seemed to along with what she had to say without any complaints basically he said what she wanted to hear so she trusted him wholeheartedly

now let's actually get into my favorite part of this movie

• I LOVE THE FUNK TROLLS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I don't think you need a genius to figure out that these are black folks LIKE LOOK AT THEM AND LISTEN TO THE QUEEN ESSENCE

guys the vas of the royal funk family are all black. ik maybe doesn't mean anything BUT MAYBE IT DOES ALR

anyways no matter what race the funk trolls may be they still play such an important role in this movie and let me tell y'all why and how

thru their encounter with the funk trolls, our pop trolls duo (yeah biggie left) learn three important things :

- differences do matter, they're a part of our identity and it would be wrong to ignore them

- even with those differences and origins, trolls still can be multiple/different things (ex.: cooper who says that he's pop AND funk, prince d who identifies as a hip pop troll which is not on poppy's outdated ass map)

- yeah that story poppy heard from the pop trolls' perspective?? yeah no that's not how it actually happened

explained beautifully by anderson .paak's song, the pop trolls stole all the strings, used them to make their kind of music and cut out the other trolls from the music scene

in the words of prince d

"That's just the story cut out and glued by the winners"

AND YES THAT'S HISTORY FOR YA

different retellings, stories of what happened from another pov because guess which perspective you read from the history books?? the winners.

poppy hears all this and y'all idk if it's because poppy's voiced by anna kendrick but this is where all I could think about of was white saviour complex

because this girl is still all about uniting all trolls so they'll live in harmony and yes it comes from a good place but she's just not getting it and fucking hell 😭

she does get the message at the end of the movie after finally meeting barb and speaking of her....

• barb is awful and that's what makes her a great character

as we all know barb's plan is so "unite" all troll nations under the rule of hard rock which is not uniting that's just assimilation

where poppy's desire for every troll to live together in harmony all united by music, barb's comes from a sense of superiority and maybe even pity

evident by every moment she steals a string, barb comments on the other trolls' music with insults which justifies why their music isn't real music while hers is

what's funny is that barb and poppy are very similar

they both really want to prove themselves as good queens, they desire for all trolls to be united and, even if poppy won't admit it, they both see their music as superior tho that degree of superiority is very different

where the similarities end are that barb doesn't want everyone around her to say what she wants to hear, she wants ppl to be real to her, meanwhile poppy refuses to hear anyone else's voice because it's different from hers

which leads to another difference between the two, poppy learns to listen to others because

"A real queen listens." (both said by her and branch)

now let's talk about that finale shall we??

#again any quotes are probably not written exactly as is from the movie #poppy hating era?? no but I was heavily judging her #white woman activity y'all what can I say #funny how I say that and saw some blk poppy fanart earlier today 😭#FUNK TROLLS 🔛🔝‼️#I love the royal funk trolls family they're so based and cool and amazing #dying on the hill that funk trolls are black folks #on the other side of the white woman spectrum we have barb #barb is a good character tho like no hate towards her fr #she's a great antagonist and yes I'm not saying villain like I called the chef

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honkceasar · 6 months

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PT. 2 OF WEIRDLY SPECIFIC PRIME DEFENDERS HEADCANONS I HAVE!!! ENJOY!!!!!

-William trans guy real!!!

He went on T during the timeskip after season one and totally forgot to tell Dakota about it when he came back. Then, upon realizing kota didn’t know, he tried to gaslight him into believing he always had a deep voice before eventually telling him

Dakota also just like,,, refuses to believe pre-transition William is the same person. Will showed him a picture of him when he was little one time and Dakota just said nuh uh that’s not you repeatedly (this one I’m absolutely projecting my friends do this to me all the time)

-Fuck it enby Vyncent canon too

Maybe gender works a little different in Vyncent’s world so there isn’t really a binary established like in prime. So he like,,, wouldn’t really be considered trans in his homeworld but is considered trans in prime. It’s all very confusing and dudes a superhero so he has bigger things to worry about. Bro is not about to unpack all that

-The gang all cuddle pile for sure. William always in the middle cause he’s cold. Dakota just kind of lays out flat and expects someone to crush him. Ashe isn’t really a fan of it but he’s joined in a couple times. They did it once while Mark was around and he was,, Deeply confused

-Dakota is flexible in an athlete way. William is flexible in a hypermobile way. Vyncent can’t even touch his toes

-Ashe maladaptive daydreamer real not fake they literally stay in the house all day listening to music what else is she gonna do?? NOT daydream uncontrollably???? I’m not fucking projecting shut up shut up shut up

-I could see Vyncent liking boxing

Dakota considered getting into it with him until he realized it’s all arms

-Ashe can’t swim

-Vyncent is pretty boring style-wise but all the other boys are some genre of alt and sometimes they just randomly force him to have drip

-William chronic pain truther also he floats a lot instead of walking cause it’s not as hard on his legs, probably used some genre of mobility aids during his powerless arc but I’m not smart enough to know which ones

-William definitely did all his piercings himself (maybe except the industrial I give him I literally don’t know how he’d do that one) and all of them are fucking crooked and wrong somehow. His gauges are also probably fucked up and blown out. His septum isn’t even close to the right spot but somehow healed anyway.

He probably pierced Vyncent’s ears for him too because imagine going into a tattoo parlor with those fucking ears dude. Big ass motherfuckers. Also Vyncent probably has so many fucking ear piercings he has so much room he’s gotta dude

-I think Vyncent would use origami’s powers to just,,,,, literally make origami. He’s made so many pretty little things out of paper I’m sure of it

-I need one of the prime defenders to be into photography. Idk which one it suits but I just,,,, I need it. I want to give it to Dakota because I don’t really have any hcs with him and artsy hobbies but also William would so be the type to infodump endlessly about vintage cameras

I’d like to imagine one of the boys has a Polaroid of the whole gang and Ashe in their phone case (if they even have phone cases??? I know everything’s like high tech futuristic but let me live)

#jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi pd #just roll with it prime defenders #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders #just roll with it pd #ashe winters #vyncent sol #william wisp #dakota cole #honks jrwi rambling

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Chapter One: No-Face

THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE MATURE THEMES, PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OVER.

IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, YOU CAN READ THE WATTPAD VERSION INSTEAD AS IT WILL CONTAIN NO SMUT.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REPRESENT THE REAL ARMY!

Chapter Synopsis: No word could accurately describe how furious John was with the new addition on his team. But perhaps sparring with her - or rather against her - would make him feel better.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader (This used to be an original character, and whilst I revised this chapter, I might have missed something; if you see any physical description - aside for her athletic build - please let me know)

Genre: Enemies to lovers / Slow burn

Warnings: Swearing, violence, death, this chapter is pure angst

Word count: 3.3k

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“No!” Price’s voice rang out in his office.

Laswell sent him a look. A look he absolutely despised, because it only meant one thing: it’s already been decided. You can’t refuse.

“I’m not having her on my team, Kate,” he spat, his voice laced with frustration, “she’s a fuckin’ terrorist!”

She huffed, her own patience growing thin, “She’s been locked away for a decade; under constant supervision, and passed every single test she was given. She’s not affiliated with them anymore, John.”

He laughed humourlessly, “And what makes you think she won’t join them the first chance she gets? What makes you so sure she won’t turn on us!”

“Obviously, I can’t guarantee that,” she told him, “But we are taking precautions. John, you were given full authority over what happens to her. If she steps out of line, disregards an order, or as much as look at you the wrong way, you were given permission to take her out. No questions asked.”

She could see the storm that was brewing in his head. His brows were furrowed deeply, just how annoyed – nay, angry – he was at the suggestion. His hands were pressed flat against the wood of his desk, fingers turning white from the tight hold. She could see why everyone was intimidated by his hard gaze. If she was his inferior, his tone and expression would be nerve-racking. But she wasn’t, and so she felt nothing, except perhaps a tinge of sympathy.

“I’m not asking.”

“I know you’re not,” he scoffed, sitting back down on his leather chair, “Why me? And why now?”

Kate let out a soft sigh, “They’re getting sick of her,” was what she told him. “She’s becoming a burden. The constant supervision, basic necessities, shelter; it’s all costing a fortune. It’s either she becomes useful or they get rid of her.”

John would be lying if he said the news shocked him. It wasn’t at all surprising that she was quickly becoming a liability, and so he nodded, “But why me?”

“You’re the only one who came out alive after facing her,” she explained.

“Barely.”

“Yes. Barely, but you did,” she agreed, “You’ve seen how she operated in real life. You’ve seen her move and fight. If anyone’s going to be able to stop her if it comes down to it, it’ll be you.”

He remained quiet, thinking over her words. His lips were pursed in thought, and he scratched his cheek when he took in a deep breath, “You’ve got camera footage. Use it for training.”

“We do,” she told him, “But seeing something on video is different. Besides, she’s been showing a tendency to be… empathetic. Compassionate. Even remorseful.”

“So what?” John frowned, “She’s a human, ‘course she’s gonna show emotion.”

“We showed her a photo of one of the soldiers she’s killed in the past,” Kate told him, her voice suddenly low, “She refused to even look at it. I thought she was going to burst out crying.”

His brows knit together, “Where are you going with this?”

“She almost killed you once, John,” she reminded him.

He laughed, but there was no humour behind it, “You want her to follow me out of guilt?”

“Worth a try,” she shrugged, “I wouldn’t be putting her with you if I didn’t think you could do it.”

“I don’t know, Kate…” he released a soft sigh, worry evident in his creased brows.

Laswell sucked in a breath, “Look, she’s gonna be sent out there whether I like it or not. I’d rather she be with someone I can trust.”

John wet his dry lips, rubbing his palm over his beard as he digested what was being said to him. He had his worries – his fears – and she could see the hesitance in his body language. But it had to be him, she didn’t trust anyone else with her – with this mission.

“You spoke to her?” He eventually asked.

She gave him a small nod, “I used to visit her regularly until three years ago.”

“What happened?” He questioned.

“Work happened,” she told him honestly, “I didn’t have the time to visit her.”

“Anything you need to tell me about her?”

“Most of it is classified-“

“You’re telling me to take her in – join my own team – and won’t tell me anything about her?” He grumbled, reaching for a lighter and placing a cigar between his lips.

She hummed, “I’m the only one she opened up to, and she only did so once she realised she could trust me. I want you to gain her trust, John.”

He shook his head, “I don’t have time for bonding, Kate.”

“I’m not asking you to force it. I’m not asking you to spend endless hours drilling her with questions,” she told him with a frown, “It’ll happen by itself. She’s going to listen to you either way, but it would be beneficial for you two to trust one another.”

His eyes glared into hers, the silvery smoke from his cigar surrounding him like a foggy halo every time he breathed out. He cleared his throat, yet didn’t say anything.

“Just treat her like a person and she’ll warm up to you.”

With another huff, he spoke, “What am I supposed to refer to her as?”

“Well, we still call her No-face,” she told him, which made his face drop, “But she did tell me her ‘real’ name.”

He hummed, urging her to continue.

“It’s ‘Subject A-26’. That’s her name,” she said.

John’s eyes widened for a brief second, “Subject?”

“They didn’t give them real names. This is the only thing I’m telling you, she’ll tell you the rest when she’s ready,” she sent him a small smile.

He sighed, “Sometimes I think you hate me.”

Laswell let out a small laugh, shaking her head at the accusation. A comfortable silence settled between them, only the sound of him puffing out smoke saving the room from being completely quiet.

“So,” he decided to speak again, “When’s she getting here? I need to prepare myself, mentally that is.”

With a small wince, Kate got up from her chair and approached the door. It opened with a loud creak, and he narrowed his eyes when she nodded at someone on the other side.

Treat her like a person. Kate’s words rang out in his head. In theory, it shouldn’t be difficult. John wasn’t a malicious man; he didn’t torment his men. But when he saw her face – when she came into view – indescribable rage took over his very being.

His jaw clenched, and fingers practically squished the cigar that was resting between his fingers. He didn’t intend their first, or rather third, meeting to be so harsh. He didn’t intend to be rude to her, but when he looked into her eyes, he was taken back to that night.

That dreaded night that haunted his nightmares. It was dark, and the mission considered complete when it all went wrong.

It happened fast – too fast for anyone to react. His men fell like rag dolls around him as the sound of bullets flew past them. ‘Get down!’ He remembered his superior yelling right before a bullet was lodged in his throat.

He pulled the man beside him to the ground, hiding behind an old and rusty car. The attack stopped, an eerie silence settling upon them. The blood of his comrades seeped into his cargo pants, painting them a deep red as he sat down on the rocky ground.

He looked at the terrified sergeant beside him – his first mission, he remembered – and placed a finger in front of his mouth in a shushing motion. “Stay down,” he ordered.

The younger man nodded, watching as his lieutenant stood up, peaking his head over the boot of the car. He saw nothing, only the movement of trees as the winds blew past them – the dance made the leaves ruffle, the sound covering up any suspicious sounds in the distance.

He saw the flash too late. The bullet was already flying in his direction by the time he moved down, slashing past his cheek before he got the chance to take cover. His hand pressed tightly against the cut flesh, watching as the crimson red streamed down between his fingers.

The pain disoriented him, and that distraction proved itself crucial that night. He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching him, but neither did the young Sergeant beside him – too panicked to focus on the situation at hand.

Her hand grabbed the back of the young man’s neck, and a knife was plunged into the back of his head before he could even react. John could see the glint of the blade that peaked through his mouth – dripping the red crimson on the ground – before it was retracted.

He reached for his gun and shot, the bullet only bouncing off her metal-clad shoulder. She tilted her head at him, and before he could shoot once more, she already had a hand around his wrist.

Her eyes were narrowed in a glare, and bottom of her face was hidden behind a coal-black mask. He punched her, anger seeping off him when his fist made contact with the side of her face. She wasn’t stunned. There was a slight glint in her eyes, as though his reaction amused her. She pulled on his wrist, pulling him forward as the tip of her boot kicked him in the abdomen.

He almost threw up from the pain, but reacted quickly by grabbing onto her leg and throwing her onto the ground. He didn’t waste any time, throwing his body on top of hers as he began to throw punches at her face.

She crossed her arms into an X, covering her face from the incoming blows. She attempted to push herself forward, the muscles in her arms flexing as did her best to sit up – to push him off of her. His hits were relentless, but he eventually slipped. He was already weakened by the mission, the many cuts and bruises on his body draining him of energy, but now that he was exerting himself even more, he felt himself reaching his limit.

She could see it. She could feel the punches become lighter, less abusive. She grabbed onto his wrist, and - perhaps to amuse herself - smacked him with his own hand. She pushed his weak body off her, rolling on top of him and landing a few punches of her own.

His nose was bloody and eyes swollen by the time she was done with him, his hands laying limply by his sides. She eventually patted him on the shoulder and stood up to make her way towards his Captain. His weak hand reached for the comms, finger pressing on the button on the side of it as he attempted to speak, “Requesting medevac,” he whispered, voice hoarse, “We got ambushed.”

He could faintly see her silhouette crouching beside the dead body of his superior, digging in his pockets. A quiet hum rolled through her nose when she retrieved a pen-drive; the same pen-drive they were ordered to collect.

Multiple voices sounded from his comms, yet the dizziness that had his eyes swirling prevented him from hearing a word they said. He felt her shadow fall over him; gentle tuts leaving her lips.

The barrel of her gun was aimed at his head, and he had no doubt she would happily blow his brains out. But just as she placed her finger on the trigger – teasing it – a gunshot rang out in the air. She cried out on pain, clutching the side of her stomach before sprinting away and disappearing into the shadows.

He couldn’t be nice to her. Not when all he could see were those eyes, amused by his own suffering. He stood up from his desk, his chair rolling back to smack against the wall behind him. He stormed towards her, and for a moment Kate feared he was going to hurt her.

He held out a finger in front of her face, “You step out of line and you’re gone, understood?” He spat.

“Yes, sir,” she nodded, eyes refusing to meet his own.

“You question an order - you’re gone. You talk back - you’re gone. If I as much as suspect you’re planning something, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you myself. Understood?”

She swallowed thickly, “Yes, sir.”

“I don’t want you here,” he made it clear, “I don’t want to fuckin’ look at you, you hear me?”

She nodded stiffly.

“You better do your best to not piss me off, ‘cause if you do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from strangling you with my own hands,” he didn’t know where the anger – the fury - was coming from; he was most often composed, refusing to let his emotions get the better of him. Despite this, a part of him was glad to see the sad, almost fearful look on her face.

“You killed my fuckin’ men,” he told her through gritted teeth, “One of them – Davies – was barely 20. Had his whole life ahead of him. You took that away. You’ve got his blood on your hands, and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make sure you hurt no innocent ever again.”

“Yes, sir,” she repeated her earlier words.

He was seething, “That all you know how to say?”

“No, sir,” she shook her head.

He scoffed in her face. “Now piss off. We’re training tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” was all she could say as she turned around and walked out of the room.

He could feel Kate staring at him. And when he looked back, she didn’t avert his gaze. “What?” He snapped.

She just shook her head, a tight smile on her face, “Nothing. Give me a call if something happens.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved her off, closing his eyes and releasing a calming breath once she was out of his view.

This was going to be a nightmare. This already was a nightmare. The thought of having to see her every single day – to act civil with her – seemed like a punishment.

Whatever did he do to deserve seeing her every day for who knows how long? Why him? Well, he knew why him, but it still felt as though Laswell was doing all this to spite him. To penalise him for something he had done, despite the fact he knew he did nothing to deserve such a treatment.

A part of him wished she would do something to anger him – something to make him suspect her of betrayal – just so he could be rid of her. Anything to get her out of his hair. He couldn’t stand the sight of her.

He could only grab his temples and groan, dreading the next few days, weeks, and maybe even months. Treat her like a person. He didn’t think he would be able to do it; he wouldn’t be able to treat like an equal – as a comrade.

A pained groan got past her parted lips when he body slammed her against the mat for the third time that afternoon. Price was stood above her, an unamused expression on his face as he stared down at her.

She pushed herself back up, wincing at the pain in her back. Sweat was already rolling down her temple and cheeks, wetting her hair and making it stick against her skin. She was panting, and looked as though exhaustion would soon take over her body.

“What?” He mused, “Out of shape, are we?”

She only nodded, causing his lips to curl into a frown. He didn’t mean to raise his voice at her, the words involuntarily flying out of his mouth.

“Talk!”

She nodded, the tone of his voice barely affecting her, “Yes, sir,” she heaved, “I wasn’t allowed to exercise for more than half an hour for the past ten years; they were afraid I would escape.”

He nodded at her confession, glad to finally get more than two words out of her. Although he couldn’t shake off the fact that the sound of her voice irritated her. He needed her to talk, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than for her to stay quiet.

They readied themselves once more; their legs spread apart and arms prepared for attack. This time, she moved first, throwing a punch against his shoulder and throwing him off balance. Perhaps if Price wasn’t looking at her through hate-filled eyes, he would have noticed how her punches weren’t as hard as they could be, her biceps barely flexing with every hit. She was holding back, allowing him to win every round.

He stopped himself before he fell to the floor, and grabbed onto her wrist. Using his strength, he twisted her around and wrapped his arm tightly around her neck – placing her in a headlock and restricting her airways. She gasped for breath and dug her nails into his skin in an attempt to get him off her. When that turned fruitless, she attempted to kick at his knee, but he moved his leg before she could.

Knowing she wasn’t getting out of this one – or rather allowing him to believe she wasn’t getting out of this one – she tapped three times against his forearm. He let her go, and she placed her hands against her knees whilst attempting to catch her breath. She was panting loudly as her airways tried to replenish her oxygen levels, her neck still feeling as though something was wrapped around it.

“You’re gonna have to practise some more before I let you out on the field,” he told her seriously, though his tone was taunting; amused by her lack of skill.

She nodded in agreement, “Yes, sir,” she told him.

Just then, two tall military men entered the gym and walked towards the mat the two had been practising on. “You wanted to see us, sir?” one of them asked.

John hummed, gesturing for her to walk towards him. She did as she was told, stepping beside him, the sweat still dripping down her temples. “This is No-Face,” he told his sergeants, she’s gonna be joining us for the next few missions.”

The two men nodded, the taller of the two sending her an inviting smile. The shorter one, with dark ginger hair, only nodded and spared her a short glance.

“Right, you two introduce yourselves and help her train. I’ve got a meeting in an hour,” he patted one of their backs and walked out; rushing out of the stuffy room.

The taller, dark-haired one was first to move, extending his hand in her direction, “Thomas Southwick,” he shook her hand.

The redheaded man then approached her, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “Dan Morris,” he introduced himself, also reaching to shake her hand, which she happily accepted.

“We’re gonna go get changed,” Thomas told her curtly, “and then we’re gonna train, alright?”

She only nodded in return and watched as they made their way towards the changing room. Once the two were out of her sight, she palmed her neck and let out a sharp cough, the pain still evident in her throat.

She understood John’s actions – her dislike towards her – and she wouldn’t blame him if she woke up with a purple bruise along the expanse of her neck the next morning. She expected this reaction- the seething hatred, and harsh punches whilst sparring. After all, she did allow for his easy attacks; she did throw punches which were weaker than what she could actually throw; she did act as though she wasn’t as agile as she once was. She allowed him to beat her, and a part of her was glad when a smug expression grew on his face.

She only hoped that, maybe – despite their history – John Price would warm up to her. Perhaps friendship was too much to ask for, but she would settle for acquaintanceship. Anything other than the hateful glares he sent her way whenever she was in his proximity.

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polyhexian · 5 months

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Okay I might be on to something, get ready for some vague what-ifs I've been pondering all evening.

So we haven't really delved into the runaway au's political scene much, but several things have been brought up that make for ingredients in what could be a very interesting pie:

Belos has built Will up as a super important and integral part of his regime.

Will actually has good self-esteem and has independantly come to the conclusion that there's something fishy going on here.

With an adult Golden Guard at Belos's side, the government is probably even stricter.

Will and Lilith probably don't like each other.

Open rebellion is super risky and we don't know what Raine's up to.

So starting with Belos and Will - Belos's manipulation tactic with Will is to basically butter him up. Oh, my Golden Guard is SO loyal and competent and brave, whatever would I do without him? And he has been doing this since Will was picked, and for an added bonus he probably hasn't even been beating Will to a bloody pulp for any perceived failures (it probably rankles Belos to hold back on a potential punching bag like that, but he still doesn't know what set Jasper off so he's being careful with this one). So right off the bat, Will has a good foundation of self-esteem for his developmental journey.

Now, Will could have gone a different route and become co-dependant on Belos. Belos is the one with the real authority and could take Will's power away whenever he wants, and that could have led to Will being blindly and exceedingly loyal. But we know from Lament that Will is curious, and he likes to experience things, and he pursues the truth. And dictatorships are always chock full of logical fallacies.

So it's probably a bunch of little things that slowly set off Will's alarm bells. Things that just…don't add up. Why do we do this instead of that? Why is this inefficient policy a thing? Why do I get the feeling that the cruelty is the point?

Maybe the palismen are a part of it - Will may not care for palismen personally, but he watches Belos eat one and thinks, there has GOT to be a better treatment for this curse that doesn't rely on such a limited resource, but Belos just flat-out refuses to hear it. He might not beat Will for bringing it up, but the fact that he shoots the idea down immediately is just…why would you NOT want to research other options? That's just stupid.

The entire situation with Jasper is another inconsistency. So this guy was the last Golden Guard, he's armed and highly dangerous, he has government secrets and may be plotting a coup, and he stole the Grimwalker that was supposed to replace him. A Grimwalker who was…a baby. Belos might brush it off like "He likely wanted to buy more time before I could send someone after him" but as Will hunts them down it becomes clear that Jasper still has the kid. Every time he questions people in a town Jasper passed through, they're like, "oh, yeah, that father and son, they were sweet, the spitting image of each other except for the scars." There is no strategic reason to kidnap and keep a baby that no one is going to pay a ransom for, in fact that is the opposite of a sound tactical decision, and yet Jasper did exactly that. Why??

He probably brings it up to Belos and is given the ol' "who can truly understand how wild magic corrupts us" non-answer, and Will is getting REAL TIRED of hearing that spiel.

Now, part of Belos's buttering up of Will is giving him governmental authority, and that could make things interesting. Hunter was technically a Coven Head, but everyone in the castle saw him as a child and a brat and didn't respect him. Jasper had military authority but wasn't a Coven Head, and the Coven Heads seemed to think they were above him. But Belos isn't going to allow anyone to play those games with this Golden Guard - he can't afford to lose Will to political pettiness, he isn't going to tolerate anyone trying to instigate anything. Will is also an adult, so he has that advantage over Hunter, and without the uncle/nephew connection no one's going to accuse him of being a nepo baby, though it is weird that he just came out of nowhere. But most importantly, the Emperor clearly favors this Golden Guard, and it's a sort of situation where the Coven Heads realize it's better to gain the Emperor's attention by working with the Golden Guard, rather than see him as competition to remove. The Golden Guard is the ticket to the Emperor's approval--even if they don't LIKE him, they aren't gonna undermine him.

That doesn't make the government any better or the coven system more efficient, of course. If anything Will is surrounded by ass-kissers and people who tolerate him, lol. But he doesn't have to worry about people trying to stab him in the back, usually. There's some actual, real working relationships going on there. His colleagues talk to him and ask for his input and pass him information and trade favors with him.

And then there's the comparisons to Jasper - not from Belos, but from everyone else. Oh, you're SO much more competent than the LAST Golden Guard. He was good at his job, but he upset the Emperor SO often, he had SO many curse-induced fits because of him. You've NEVER upset the Emperor THAT much! And you actually help out with governmental things, the last one couldn't be bothered! Also don't take this the wrong way but it's almost a relief you don't speak, the last two guards' voices were SO annoying.

And Will is just. Gathering intel here. Like. Huh. This Jasper guy made Belos so angry he'd have curse-induced fits? All the time? Jasper apparently had limited governmental authority. This is WEIRD.

Heck, maybe Darius unintentionally says something that tips Will off. Until little Hunter shows up on his doorstep, Darius is the same sad, bitter, miserable man he was at this point in canon, minus a child to bully. Will may not ever show his face, but Darius still feels like Jasper is being replaced and he doesn't like the new Golden Guard. Maybe he likes him even less than he liked canon!Hunter--it took 13 years for Hunter to become the Golden Guard, but here Jasper disappears and Will is taking his place a year or two later? Ouch. Darius would NOT be happy with that.

Darius maybe says something like "You ought to know that your predecessor's magic was far more impressive than yours, but all his hard work was hardly ever appreciated. You'd best not take the Emperor's favor for granted." And Will is just like. Okay. Jasper was a super-powerful witch and Belos didn't care about him much, but he claims to care about me a LOT. What the HELL was going on there??

Moving on - I posit that Will is highly competent at his job. And I don't just mean that in a super-cool ass-kicking Golden Guard way. I mean he has leadership skills out the wazoo, both in the field and in the office. In the field he does his best to minimize casualties, his briefings give his scouts clear goals, plans, and backup plans, he doesn't throw scouts over a cliff just cuz he's frustrated. In the office his managerial skills are top-knotch. He understands the powers of administration and delegation. He prioritizes communication and constructive criticism and recognizes hard work. He's the manager that someone tells you they have and you're immediately jealous because that guy is an AWESOME manager.

Belos gave Will power and responsibilities and he uses them wisely. The Emperor's Coven has never been as efficient as it is under this man. (He is so frustrated by how long it took to MAKE it that efficient. The coven is supposed to be the Emperor's fist, but Belos doesn't seem interested in doing what it takes to make sure said fist hits as hard as possible. Why are they all so sleep-deprived? Why do they only get one day off?? It took YEARS for Will to convince Belos to give them quarterly days off. It's like the guy WANTS them overworked and miserable.)

The coven scouts LOVE Will. He has their back and they're happy to have his.

Will doesn't like how Belos treats his coven scouts.

And then we have Lilith.

Now, after everything I've suggested, we COULD say that maybe Lilith doesn't mind Will. Maybe she'd want to foster a good relationship with him to build up her own favor with the Emperor. But this is Lilith, she's kind of full of herself and has been a Coven Head for a few years by the time Will shows up and she knows how Belos treated Jasper. Maybe she expects this Golden Guard to be the same, and she's too used to the castle's games, and she says one too many snide things and ends up on Will's bad side before she realizes the rules have changed. I don't think they'd be antagonistic towards each other, but they certainly don't LIKE each other much. Or she doesn't like him, and he's just decided to deal with her as little as possible.

It probably drives her crazy that he's ACTUALLY good at his job. Like, the Emperor favors him, and it's FOR GOOD REASON. UGH.

They still have a working relationship though, because she can grit her teeth and deal and Will is a consummate professional. She's told him everything she knows about Jasper for the sake of the investigation. She doesn't teach him how to teleport, though.

But the whole situation with Jasper is starting to form cracks under her feet. Jasper was loyal. She knows Jasper was loyal. Belos beat him bloody and tore up his face and Jasper just took it. He did everything Belos ever said, and oh, it was amusing to watch when he got in trouble, but she can't deny that Jasper was insanely good at his job and followed Belos's orders to the letter and was incredibly loyal until he suddenly wasn't.

And the moment he stopped being loyal, Belos immediately called for the death of his most trusted servant. Over a decade of service and dark deeds done in the Emperor's name, and it bought him zero leniency.

Eda has never been loyal to the Emperor. Eda has never cared for the empire. Eda has been an active criminal for decades. She breaks the law on a daily basis and flaunts it. She is very publicly vocal about how much she hates the system. She has done absolutely nothing to earn the Emperor's mercy, and if someone as loyal as Jasper can't even be granted that mercy, then how can Lilith trust that Belos will--

She'd be in denial for a long while, of course, but the cognitive dissonance is THERE. Heck, maybe Will is even the one to make it fully click in her head. She's talking to him about some upcoming mission to capture Eda, humble-bragging about how great it'll be to have her sister by her side in the coven, they'll be an unstoppable force and a valued asset to the Emperor--

And Will, who's getting fed up with how fishy everything in this castle is, just looks at her like. Wait, the Emperor's super strong at healing curses? Why hasn't he been able to heal his own? That would be way more efficient than inhaling palisman. Or he just snorts like yeah, sure, and Jasper's gonna be so happy I held down the fort for him while he was away on sabbatical.

And Lilith has to excuse herself and go to her room and pace a hole into the carpet because fuck. FUCK. She doesn't want this to be a lie, she NEEDS this to be real, but she can't deny that there are discrepancies that just. Aren't adding up.

She might not become a rebel. But she might become a bit less zealous about taking Eda in. Oh, she still ACTS committed to doing so, but her actual attempts don't have the same bite. She starts digging into things she may have ignored before - feeling out what Belos's agenda is, researching forbidden history, what even IS the Day of Unity and why are all the Emperor's explanations such non-answers? And at first she maybe does it in a desperate attempt to convince herself that no, NO, Belos is perfect and right and I'm not wrong. But the more she looks the more she sees.

She doesn't know what to DO with it. Rebellion is probably still out of the question, she's not quite there yet. But she doesn't want to be alone with this, she's reeling and questioning everything and it's driving her crazy. She can't tell Eda, her sister would hoot and holler and say I told you so, and she doesn't need that.

So who's someone Lilith would know, and be predisposed to trust, and was kind of open about the fact that they were joining the coven system to try and improve it from the inside?

Raine Whispers.

YESSSS OKAY I LOVE BASICALLY ALL THIS

I think Lilith stays covenhead, it seems like it might be a "until you die" position. But will IS still in charge of a lot of military stuff. He never speaks, but he can still issue written orders, like, sending an illusory note telling people where to report or what shift to take.

Will is cool and efficient. He questions Belos a little more often than he would like. If Belos tells him to go burn some wild witches house down and then fight and capture them, well-- that's stupid. I'll just sleeping nettle them and take them in peacefully. He always gets the job done, but not necessarily how he's asked. I think he DOES pass a lot of reforms to make the emperor's coven more efficient, but he's so scary and off-putting because he never speaks and just sort of looms over anyone that tries to talk to him, people still avoid him. He's more well liked than jasper was, but he is scary. Unlike jasper, though, they do think he's a person. Unlike jasper; whom they had rumour about like he didn't bleed or couldn't be killed. He's just more... Elusive.

I think will is also a lot stricter than jasper. Just not sloppy.

GOD I LOVE LILITH AND RAINE TEAMING UP THO THATS SO FUCKING GOOD AHHHHHHH omg... Neither of them are ready to involve Eda but... Omg. Will asks why they don't just bring the owl lady in. we've never REALLY pursued her effectively. And Belos says some dismissive shit and to let Lilith worry about it. But will is like. That's dumb. I'll put together an outfit and just go get her right now. Uh oh!

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Daughter of the Rain and Snow

Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.

Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @ethereal-maia @cartoon-clifford @origami-butterfly @lady-a-stuff

Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's threats and ptsd references.

Chapter 20 - Kaz

The five of them sat in the living room of the Hendricks house, staring at the ominous array of letters spread across the coffee table. There were seven in total, the two he and Inej had found in their house, Wylan’s, Jesper’s, Nina’s, and the second ones for him and Inej. Six of them lay open, their neatly inked words staring at the ceiling, their folded edges refusing to quite lie flat. Inej’s new envelope lay next to them, still sealed. Kaz had set them out in the order they’d been delivered - Nina’s, his and Inej’s, Jesper and Wylan’s, his, Inej’s. He let his eyes slip across the pages and read them for the thousandth time.

Do you like living in the fortress you almost destroyed? Does it amuse you? Enjoy your cage, little red bird, be it gilded or not.

You're losing your touch, Brekker. I hope you've enjoyed your time on top. Shame these things never last.

Hello, little lynx.

Did you think paying your debts made us even, Fahey? You may not owe us anymore, but I definitely owe you. See you soon

Enjoy your blood money.

And then the one he’d found on his desk this morning.

The countdown’s started, Brekker, how many breaths left til your last?

Kaz sighed. They had no clear starting point, no clues that pointed to any particular party.

“Only two of our names are used in the notes themselves,” he said eventually, even though he wasn’t sure that was particularly relevant, “Nina who was your letter for?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was it addressed to you or to Mila?”

“Me,” she fidgeted with her sleeve, “That was almost the most frightening part. Who would use my real name?”

Inej looked up sharply, panic in her eyes sending a shockwave through Kaz’s heartbeat.

“I do,” she said, “Always. An envelope that says Nina, inside an envelope that says Mila - with a little ‘X’ in the corner so you know to open it alone. Could someone have intercepted that, to find out who you are?”

“It’s possible,” said Kaz.

Inej flushed, dark eyes slipping to a downcast gaze. Nina took her hand and squeezed it tight.

“So the envelopes were all correctly addressed,” said Kaz, “Except for Wylan’s. Yours, Nina, had to do everything it could to get you to Ketterdam - scare you with your real name, reference the Ice Court heist, bring to surface doubts you presumably already had about living in Fjerda,”

“Gee, thanks, Kaz,”

“But it doesn't seem like ours were supposed to connect us straight away,” he continued, “Until I saw you were here, I had no reason to think these were coming to anyone but me and Inej. Did they want to keep us separate from the three of you?”

“I don’t think so,” said Wylan, “They clearly know enough about us for it to be a safe assumption we’d tell each other - especially if they wanted Nina to come to the house. If you two weren’t already here, we’d have been coming to find you anyway - at least when we saw they knew about the Ice Court,”

Kaz nodded.

“But I didn’t come straight to the house,” said Nina, “I went to Inej and Kaz’s first, then here when I found their place empty,”

“Then were we meant to be kept separate?” asked Jesper

Wylan shook his head.

“You’d have still known it was linked to the Ice Court,”

“So we still would’ve come to you,” finished Nina.

“I’d like to think you’d come anyway if you were in the city,” added Jesper, “I’m rather offended you went to find Inej first,”

“It’s because I’m her favourite,”

“I thought you were on a job, Inej” said Nina, “I went to find Kaz first,”

“Well now I’m especially offended,” said Jesper, “So I’m not going to offer you a coffee. Would anyone else like a coffee?”

Everyone requested one. Inej was refused one - on grounds everyone else seemed to be aware of and Kaz had no interest in trivially learning.

Kaz heard Jesper asking the maid for 4 coffees and a cup of tea from round the corner, that mousy little question mark of a girl he’d found wandering around the Crow Club like a lost lamb a few years ago. She didn’t seem to have changed much since then, still scrawny and nervous - and intriguing. There was mystery there he didn’t understand; the way she seemed to exist at odds with herself like there was something being kept from her about her own personality.

It was a trivial thing to think about. He nudged Inej’s unopened letter across the table towards her.

“Last piece of the puzzle?”

“I wouldn’t have high hopes,” she replied, picking it up.

Considering she wasn’t wearing any of her usual sheaths or quickdraws, Kaz had no idea where the little knife that appeared in Inej’s hand had just come from. She sliced deftly through the envelope and discarded it on the table as she slipped the paper free. Her eyes scanned the page and Kaz watched the tension in her fingers tighten, crumpling the edges of the paper ever so slightly where she held it.

“They’re listening to us,” she whispered, eyes not lifting from the words.

Kaz frowned.

“Right now?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. But they were listening in the shelter,”

“That’s not possible,” said Kaz, “No-one knows it’s there,”

“No-one knows I’m Mila Jandersdat,” Nina reminded him.

Inej passed the letter across the table and Kaz picked it up, brow furrowing as he read.

Do your Saints demand penance?

He passed the paper to Nina.

“Why does this mean they’re listening?” he asked

“That’s what she said to me,” murmured Inej, flicking that little blade between her fingertips, “When…”

Kaz nodded. He wouldn’t make her say it out loud again. If it became necessary for the others to know, and she couldn’t face it, he could give them the summarised version.

“What who said?” asked Nina

“A girl Inej sprang from the Tulip Mill,” said Kaz, ignoring the questioning expression that crossed Nina’s face.

Inej was sure to talk to her later alone, she would get her answers then.

“Anyone fancy telling me what this girl said?” asked Wylan

Nina read the question out loud, and Wylan frowned.

“Penance for what?” he asked

Inej looked away.

“She called me a traitor,” she’d told him in the bedroom, “for being with you. A betrayal of all the people like us. Like me,”

“Do you agree with her?” he’d forced himself to murmur.

He needed the answer even though he thought he knew it. Because if Inej didn’t think that, at least to some amount, why would it ever have upset her this much? Baseless accusations don’t make people sink like that. There has to be truth to a thing for it to drown you.

Kaz thought of Nina’s letter, raising doubts she’d surely felt herself. Was he Inej’s gilded cage, trading one prison for another? And if he knew that, should he set her free?

Inej had swallowed, hand twisting in his palm.

“No,”

He’d nodded, watching her hand raise to slowly cup his cheek. He didn’t stop her.

“I promise you,” she’d whispered, like she’d known what he needed to hear, moving closer as they breathed in tandem.

Kaz tightened his grip on his cane. She was a good liar, his mind told him, that was all. He wondered if there was a way of throttling the taunting voice inside his head, as if it weren’t the only one in there.

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SON except we follow on from this THL post.

This is a mess... But here we are.

Unfortunately as things usually are, not everyone can go with Jason.

Hera brings up the Argo that Leo had found and Leo remembers that lot of work needs to be done for it.

So they split up.

Jason, Percy and Piper, will head to Camp Jupiter and Annabeth and Leo will stay to work on the Argo with the rest of the Hepheastus cabin.

And as much as Annabeth and Percy hate to be seperated they know that she's better suited to help with the Argo II.

And Piper, with her charmspeak to get them out if things go south.

Thalia just flat out refused to leave Jason.

So our group goes to go do, diplomacy(?).

What could go wrong?

Shocking....Literally no one, things goes wrong.

They still have Juno being carried by Percy, his immunity being washed off.

Jason tries to help but... Juno said nope.

Luckily she leaves them to go and get to the camp and will reappear convienetly later.

Thalia puts together a camp and fire for them to get through the night.

The group pass the time talking.

Piper talks about training with Clarisse, feeling she has to constantly prove herself.

As well as the story of the BMW.

Thalia bants back and forth with Percy and asks about Jason's upbringing.

Jason, gives them all the run down.

... Suffice to say hearing your brother was raised by wolves who would threaten to kill him if he dared show fear and than put in an army... Makes Thalia a bit mad.

... Okay very mad.

Just hugs Jason close and his touch starved little heart melts.

Jason admits he's nervous, that he never quite felt at peace until he was in Camp Half-blood.

Piper is appalled, and Percy... a survivor of military schooling is a teeny...

Tweeny bit absolutely pissed at the idea of kids being in an army.

"... Okay I know we also do that but at least we're more subtle about it..."

He gets mad when he hears about the town like area of New Rome, demigods living peacefully and living their lives.

Wishing Camp Half-blood had the same.

... Though than gets more mad bout the idea of adults nearby doing jack shit while the kids are in the army.

Percy does however swears to Jason than nothing he sees or witnesses will change his opinion of Jason.

A sentiment that Thalia and Piper echo.

They are friends, nothing can change that.

Jason, stumbles out a thank you and maybe cries a little because it's the first time he's had real friends.

He does get a bit embarrassed about it.

Percy just smiles, gives him a hug and tells him crying doesn't make him any less strong.

First time Jason's ever been told that.

Percy tells him a story about how he cried the first time watching finding Nemo.

Leading to a way to in depth explanation about finding Nemo, another hug and a promise to show him when all this is over.

When the time comes, Percy carries Juno though he makes it clear he isn't happy about it.

Thalia even refrains from teasing him about it, having to stop herself from cursing out Juno for putting Jason with these people.

After she admits it was her.

Walking into Camp Jupiter's boundaries the assembled Romans bow before Juno.

And with reluctance, the others bow as well.

"Praetor Grace! Praetor Grace you have returned!"

The assembled Romans salute him abd Jason salutes back with a smile.

Someone runs off and returns with Reyna and Octavian.

"Praetor Ramirez-Arellano and Augur Longinus."

Jason runs to them and embraces them. The two lose all lose all manner of professionalism and hug him back.

With Reyna overjoyed he's returned and Octavian shocked before smiling warmly.

The two bow before Juno who introduces the others as Percy Jackson son of Neptune, Piper Mclean daughter of Venus and Thalia Grace daughter of Jupiter.

A banquet is proposed by Reyna, for Jason's return and to celebrate that he's finally found his missing sister.

Thalia smiles warmly, hugging Jason and says she's been looking forward to meeting them both.

Which is before the entire 5th Cohort comes running in, some tackle Jason into a hug, others are cheering and they all throw him up into the air.

Reyna explains that while Jason was raised at Camp Jupiter, the 5th was his first and true home.

Jason is about to go with the 5th to catch up but doesn't want to leave his friends behind.

Said friends smile and wave him off, telling him to go have fun and Jason happily runs off with the others.

Reyna offers to show them around and Octavian mentions needing to go to consult the augeries about the new comers.

Percy sensing somethings off asks if he should go with him and Octavian agrees.

Reyna gets to know Piper and Thalia, the three trade stories of growing up, learning about Camp and at some point have a sparr.

With Reyna complimenting them both.

Piper is suprised to learn that her skills aren't seen as a suprise here unlike at Camp Half-blood. Nor is her parentage used to make her feel weak.

Being that the founder of Rome, Aneias was the son of Venus. And thus she is held in high regard here.

Giving Piper confidence.

Octavian explains the teddies, that his namesake used actual people but this was a better solution to him.

He does thank the little guys for their service and sews them up though which Percy reckons can't make him all bad.

But he has a feeling.

And that feeling has gotten him this far so he stays on guard.

The group all reunite at the banquet, Jason joining them sitting beside Thalia and Reyna happily talking about his day.

Also Nico is there and introductions and... I definitely don't know you looks are given.

Percy ends up near Frank and Hazel and makes introductions. While shy at first they both manage to open up though Percy notices that Hazel keeps shooting looks at Octavian.

Some point later Mars shows up and Percy feels a very murderous urge but luckily his attention isn't on him.

Frank is issued a quest and a prophecy is given by Mars. Though Octavian seems annoyed by this, because he's supposed to give the prophecies but doesn't say anything.

Percy, feeling bad for Frank offers to go with him and Hazel and the trio set off.

Before he does so, he shares with Thalia and Piper his suspicions on Octavian and the two promise to keep an eye on him.

The quest plays out as canon.

Switching back and fourth between it and Camp Jupiter.

Hazel after revealing her curse explains that it's what Octavian had black mailed her on.

So that she would vote for him to be Praetor.

Percy, seeing vote as kill has them all rush back.

Meanwhile, Thalia and Piper along with Nico realise Octavian is up to something and that more and more campers are getting distant and distrustful with Jason.

Confusing Reyna and them.

And deeply hurting Jason.

Piper is able to corner and charmspeak them into telling her that it's because Octavian's black mailing everyone.

And that he's had visions of Jason is conspiring with the Greeks to overthrow Rome.

They than find Jason's missing and find him on the ground with Octavian over him.

Octavian wearing a Praetor's attire.

Just as Percy, Hazel and Frank show up.

And it's revealed Octavian has been trying to get rid of Jason to become Praetor.

He always wanted to be Praetor and saw Jason as unworthy of such a title.

Believing he earned it simply because of his parentage and not earning it at all.

But why he wanted to get rid of him rather than merely voting him out is because Octavian had a vision.

Of the Camp in flames and Jason hugging the person responsible.

And siding with the Greeks over the Romans.

"He's a traitor"

Reyna glares, stating the only traitor is him and Jason is heartbroken.

Having never wanted the title but was pushed into it.

We also learn now why Jason was running in the lost hero, it was because a hoard of monsters were released by Octavian into the Camps collisium that Jason had been trapped in.

Jason managed to escape but was persued, his coin was in Octavian's grasp and because of the Doors being open the monsters would not die.

Something Jason had only recalled now.

It chased him for days.

What he said to Percy before blacking out was "please! Help! Don't trust Octavian."

In Latin.

It had taken the last of his strength to tear them apart and Juno's last minute divine intervention to kill them off.

And he'd only now recalled what had happened.

Before anyone can do anything, a dagger flys through the air pinning Octavian's stolen Praetor sash to a pillar.

And we see Annabeth aboard the now repaired and airborne Argo II.

Heard everything and pissed.

"Try that again and this time I won't miss."

"Who are you?!"

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

The Greek camp is revealed, along with the true parentages of the others and Reyna rubs her head and sighs.

"Anything else?"

Octavian uses this as fuel to encourage the Romans to arms and to destroy the Greeks.

Reyna, shuts it all down stating that they will handle this diplomatically.

Jason is standing motionless as Thalia holds him, his eyes empty as his truest and closest confident berates and calls him a traitor.

Percy hates that he was right and the group head into the senate to talk and discuss why they did all this and the looming threat of Gaea.

And Jason feeling more alone than ever despite sitting by Thalia.

Also Octavian's last name in this, Longinus comes from Cassius.

Gaius Cassius Longinus, the guy best known from the Shakespeare play Julius Caeser for being one of the conspirators who lead to Casers assassination.

Felt fitting.

#son of neptune #Octavian Reyna and Jason were friends #But much like another blonde haired wack job #Shit happened #Annabeth is Jason's second big sis I don't make the rules #jason grace #heroes of olympus #piper mclean #annabeth chase #thalia grace #percy jackson #octavian pjo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #frank zhang #hazel levesque

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Is it still Wednesday? No, you say? Well, time is an illusion so you're probably wrong about that. Thanks for the tag, @piratefalls! I had this idea because of a tumblr post I stumbled across again in my likes... I dunno an hour or two ago? And now here we are, lol.

Derek hadn’t expected he would hear from Stiles again, possibly ever, but certainly not until he was back within the borders of Beacon Hills when he pulled out the rock. Derek blinked it. The rock’s eyes rolled back at him. Ignoring the hand with the rock in it for the moment, he diverted his attention back to the box. It was a perfectly ordinary and small, square box. Derek’s address and Stiles’ return one at his dorm room the only things scrawled on the outside. And it appeared to contain nothing but bubble wrap and a rock. A rock with googly eyes on it. It wasn’t quite smooth, peaked but rounded almost precisely in the center of its top, and squat. Perfectly gray, perfectly bland, with a flat bottom to it. The eyes were placed with care more towards the hilly top and right under where the sides started their downslopes. Meaning they almost looked like brows depending on the angle Derek held the rock at. He glanced at his phone but flatly refused to ask. That had to be what Stiles wanted with this and Derek was hardly going to give him that. He thought about crushing the box and throwing the rock away. Instead he carefully pulled the tape apart, breaking the box down for his recycling. Which is when he found the little piece of notebook paper that had slid under the flap. In that same scrawl were the words: It needs a home and a name. - Derek, despite all his better judgment, didn’t throw the rock away but he did leave it on top of his microwave and forget about it (after letting it bother him for far too long). That should be the end of that particular saga - he’d managed to dismiss it as a prank that went over his head, probably some social media, not-quite-his-generation fad that he would never get no matter how hard he tried - except. Except that not-quite a month later he got another similarly-sized box. And if Stiles had sent him another rock, he was throwing them both away after crushing them into powder. He opened the top, parted the bubble wrap with a sigh, only to find very much not a rock. It was a miniature armchair. The detail was exquisite and the upholstery on it felt real, that scratchy but nostalgic quality that reminded him of going to his grandparents’ house. The wood of the legs and arms was finely honed and the arms even had upholstered tops. The color was a deep maroon and embroidered in the back of it in gold were a few stalks of wheat contained in an oval shape. The strangest thing about it, aside from everything, was how wide the seat was. The proportions really didn’t seem to— “Oh you have got to be fucking…” Derek trailed off, practically stomping over to the other side of the kitchen. He snatched up the rock and plonked it down in the chair, eyes rattling about but facing forward. It was a perfect fit.

Tagging..... I dunno, other people who spit in the face of 'Wednesday' and all its cohorts? I don't really know who fits that description but, if that's you, you've been summoned.

#now i have to at least dialogue skeleton this to the end because i figured out all of it during my shower #and i WILL forget what i thought of #also don't ask wtf is up with the past tense because i have NO IDEA #and i kept slipping out of it too so who knows if that's gonna make it past the draft stage #(probably not - i'm already getting annoyed with how much fixing i have to do when i lose it for a sentence)#stiles has a MOTHERFUCKING PLAN here - like i thought haha how random googly-eyed rock silliness #and stiles was like: nuh uh sis i've been planning this shit for a year - do not screw it up for me #i'm doing my best sir!!#sterek #teen wolf #wip wednesday #eternalsterek #1000+ words in like an hour and a half is that good shit though you guys

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Oz Rewatch 3: S2E03: Legs

This week, leading up to the midseason finale, we have another episode that felt a little filler-y. A lot

I'll just bullet point them first to refer back to:

Resolved/continuing from last episode:

Miguel refuses to name Glynn’s daughter’s rapist after learning who it is / Glynn refuses Schibetta's help in getting the name

Diane returns to Em City and gets the cold shoulder from McManus

Kenny's rehabilitation progress regresses after Adebisi interferes

Schillinger out of Solitary, charged with Conspiracy to Murder

Augustus + Beecher tension resolved through extended fart joke lol

Ryan gets his breast tumor surgery

New storyline introduced:

Augustus’s retrial w Said

Giles’s babbling and Sister Peter

The Aryans kill Alexander Vogel, Schillinger starts his revenge plot against Beecher

Busmalis starts digging a hole

Cyril is introduced

Shirley is introduced

Of course, we started out the episode with Sister tittering gleefully over Glynn and Mukada's "lover's tiff". She would be disappointed to realise as the episode progressed that her little soap opera from last week's episode had basically come to an end, though.

[No words; I hear a soft, dejected sigh from Sister over my shoulder]

Unfortunately, Giles is introduced this episode. As I have made clear in my posts in the past, I don't really care much for his storyline or that fact that this is the only real storyline Sister Pete has that is disconnected from many of the other characters she usually deals with. Thinking it over, I believe what might've improved this arc would've been if the lack of resolution over Sister Pete's husband's dead had been introduced earlier on as something affecting her, with the story revolving more around Sister Pete's lingering feelings on the matter and less on Giles and the mystery his babbling presents. I just don't think Giles is that compelling as a character, and if he is really only supposed to be there to unlock some of Sister Pete's back story, I would have liked the whole plot to actually focus more on her.

I sorted of tipsily ranted about it on my Season 1 finale post, but once again something about this bugs me. I don't really have any problem with Said being characterised as arrogant and somewhat foolish, but on this third viewing, I'm starting to see more flaws with the way Said is written. I'm still not sure how to explain it necessarily. In my season 1 rant, I chalked it up to the fact that the writers don't seem familiar with any of the concrete viewpoints a character like Said would have, and therefore he's always just saying vague things about black liberation or prison abolition or revolution or what have you. At the same time, my suspicion that maybe Said is actually sort of just dumb (to put it bluntly) seems like a viable option; Sister mused while we were watching Said boast about Augustus's chances that maybe he was just supposed to be daft about the law... After all, if he understood how things actually worked in the world, maybe he wouldn't be in prison. I think the "Said is actually just that dumb" theory falls flat, though, because in-universe he seems like a pretty highly regarded thinker (except by Querns? lol).

I sort of forget how Said's arrogance plays out in the long run in this season (beyond failing Augustus), so maybe this is a thought I'll put a pin in for now... But I do find it a little 🤨🙄 how he is painted as so delusional in this particular arc. I did sort of think he had been coming down to earth at the end of season 1 after his heart problems but season 2 has him back to doing Too Much. Having Busmalis as the voice of reason, telling Said that he couldn't overthrow the system felt very much like a moment where the writer was speaking to those who Said is meant to represent. Maybe I'm reading too much into that one, but I just feel like it's a cheap move. Of course Said's vague and radical views are going to look preposterous! He hasn't been written from a concrete understanding of any particular ideology or framework! Idk. They should've made Said a communist or something 💀

Anyway.

Moving on, we have a continuation of Ryan's cancer storyline.

I must say, me and Sister were very ???? about Ryan's story to Gloria about how he knew his wife since high school, they impressed their friends by fucking like bunnies minus the babies and then he married his wife because he felt bad she was barren, before cheating on her "a lot" and somehow, the conclusion of this story was... that he didn't want to die in prison? And somehow this monologue earned sympathy points from Gloria? Lol? GIRL? Were you even listening?

Sister: Aw, he does actually love his wife... [long, dubious silence]... I think.

Sister: Ummmmm... what about SHANNON...?

Takeaways & Stray Thoughts:

Sister: I only remember Shannon Me: You only remember her name because she’s pretty Sister: [cackling wildly] That’s true! You know me so well… I don’t even remember the brother’s name—I just remember Shannon saying “what are we going to do about your brother?” 😜… I don’t remember the commissioner’s name… or the girl whose legs we were looking through in that one scene (Diane; there was a scene where McManus was doing sit-ups and the camera was shooting from ankle level behind her) 🥴… I don’t remember the commissioner’s name (Glynn)🤣, or the priest (Mukada)🤨. I remember Sister Peter Marie’s name, but she’s pretty, too... I also remember Miguel’s name but that’s because I’ve become his guardian angel 😌…… Hm, the fiancee (Said’s ex-fiancee) was pretty too… Is Shannon coming back? [sighing, flopping around] Probably not... I bet she'll be too busy supermodeling to be on this show again... 😭

Let it be known that between our episode viewing/discussion and me making some decaf to type this up, Sister kept musing about prison health insurance premiums, at one point saying something about "...She™—Shannon. You know, Shannon?"

Sister: I feel like Mr Religious Guy (Said) is becoming crazy...

New nicknames earned: Miguel, "the rat king" (due to how he tends to hunch his shoulders when he's walking "like a little rat, scurrying around", according to Sister) (frankly "the rat king" is just what she has been calling me all week due to a sweater I have been wearing so I think the name was already on her mind)

The Rat King in motion

I noticed that there were a lot of amusing background details happening in this episode. I wonder if different directors for episodes pay particular mind to having extras do stuff in the background (does the 2nd AD change between episodes? Maybe I should start looking up the crew, too...) Anyway, this episode seemed especially rife with extras amusing themselves in background scenes and moving around more to look busy. Likewise, I feel like this episode had a couple more fun little character/interaction moments compared to past episodes... Augustus and Beecher bickering, Agamemnon "Mm, me too" Busmalis, etc...

Arm wrestling, basketball, reading and walking—all in one shot; Adebisi terrorising Fiona and Tony; McManus keeps ketchup in his important looking cabinet, it turns out; a push-up contest, possibly

Sister: Faces smushed this episode.... two

Why was this episode titled Legs? Besides Diane's leg?

Sister is not a fan of Peter Schibetta so far

During Hanlon's scene with Mukada where he was talking about how he loved to take it up the ass, Sister mistakenly thought I said he was one "one of the gang" instead of "one of the gays", which led her to thinking he was one of the Italians

...Immaculate side eye....

#oz hbo #text #oz rewatch

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broodsys · 2 months

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weird and vivid dreams are p common for me but this one was remarkable lmao

pt.1:

entered a weird dilapidated building that was somehow associated with that old candy mountain meme? went there with a few friends. there was a speaker/mic thing in the top of the room that welcomed us with... smth that definitely wasn't part of candy mountain but in the dream it was so anyway. but we got the response right and the voice actually fucked it up which was funny. all this to get into a memey hotel?

pt.2:

once inside the hotel was weird. we were warned that bathroom doors don't rly lock (lovely...) and everyone but me was shown to their room and at first it was just me, my brother, and my friend - like, in the whole hotel, just the three of us.

pt.3:

more ppl started to show up at that point and i finally had to ask for directions to my room bc we were all just hanging out in the common area but it was becoming crowded. however the person running the hotel had changed seamlessly via dream logic to someone... who was kinda unsettling. this young bubbly woman who kept getting everything wrong but insisting we keep all her attempts (like little notes of her trying to figure it out) for some weird sentimental reason? and when my friend did the math the right way and ignored her attempt, she came over and very sadly pointed at it like oh... i hope you fill this out later... keep it going! like it was So Important to her it was weird. she was like that about everything. p unsettling after a while.

pt.4:

the ppl who showed up were... also weird, altho it only showed slowly. for quite a while it was just a vague sense of wow this might've been a mistake. then they started getting creepier - they'd bring us up endless flights of stairs and as long as we were bright and happy about it everything was fine, but if we complained (the rest under a cut bc it gets creepy/graphic at this point - but long story short, they were all demons!)

so if we complained they'd start threatening and attacking us. little cuts and things. so we stopped complaining p fast, even though going up endless stairs was exhausting. passed other ridiculously cheery looking ppl and began to wonder which of them were trapped like i was and which were the ones trapping them

pt.5:

at one point the guy i was walking with cut my leg enough to bleed and i jumped on criticizing him for staining my yellow pants. like, look at how obvious you made it! surely your boss won't like this, you're supposed to be subtle, right?

so he got real frustrated and we were by elevators (that ofc everyone was refusing to use) and he... just gave up and laid between the elevator doors and let them slice him in half (???) and i was like oh shit oh fuck okay BYE im OUT im DONE and began running down the stairs

pt.6:

turns out demon parts are still mobile and sentient!

so like... fucking demon viscera keeps getting bigger and chasing everyone and killing them. like this guy is fed the fuck up. i dart into some weird opening that puts me into a restaurant that hasn't realized yet, pop out from under a table, surprising a bunch of ppl (?) very much but i'm just flat out running now like idc. and fleshy bloody extensions keep moving across the floor and ppl are slowly starting to realize what's happening

pt.7:

end up encountering some Big demon woman and being like fuck fuck fuckkkkk im dead but she was busy killing other ppl (very graphically!) and there was a tiny bit of space around her so i just took the most ridiculous opportunity and while she was splitting some guy apart i just ducked around her and ran

much later realized she was actually on our side? or at least, not on the demon's side? so she had been killing one of the demons, but i had no way of knowing that at the time

pt.8:

dream really took a turn here. ended up in a group with... superheroes? like vaguely reminiscent of wolverine and gambit and two others i can't place. but it barely matters bc none of them were rly relevant except the unknown guy who gave me portal guns (am i chell now????) to try and get us all out of there but they didn't really work lm a o. they'd open portals but like, i could maybe put my fist through one and that was all. not! helpful!

pt.9:

reunited with the group of surviving humans from the hotel and it was so weird... trying to figure out what to do and where to go from here and communicating about which demons were on our side - or at least, killing the other demons instead of attacking us. then there was a weird commercial that played in the background that had a rly subtle nod towards someone having two dads and i was like 'ah that's nice' ?????????? ? ? ? ?

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lilithfairen · 1 year

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Shit RWDE Says: "Up Yours, Queerphobes" Edition

I've been tempted to do "Shit RWDE Says" posts for a while, but collating such posts seemed like such a expense of time. Until now, where RWDE is giving us the perfect opportunity to see just how deeply they despise a queer relationship for existing in fiction and how much they hate and blame queer people for a cartoon and the romance between two women.

So let us begin the MKRY~

"We kept downplaying the growing relationship between Blake and Yang, while treating every interaction between Blake and Sun as absolute proof of romance, but you're the ones eating scraps."

"How can we insinuate that sapphic women are horrible people for loving each other? Let's pretend they don't care about anyone else just because they care about each other!"

"The worst wlw ships are the canon ones, because what if they actually express love and affection for each other instead of a man?"

"Let's not forget the real victim here: A MAN."

"I am so pissed off over the existence of a sapphic relationship that my brain completely shuts out 99% of the show in order to pretend that the plot is being ignored."

"Those stupid queer folks and their stupid ships, not caring about good storytelling like us folks."

"All fictional worlds must have queer folks angst about being queer. Also it's your fault that tender embraces each other or flat-out tackle-hugging and cuddling or blushing at each other are all things homophobes don't register as 'romantic' when it's between two women."

"I see no problem with comparing a sapphic relationship to this."

"I am so offended by the idea of a sapphic relationship that I fail to listen to a character openly, plainly, and bluntly explaining the circumstances."

"I am the same person who still cannot register something a character openly, plainly, and bluntly explained because I am just that pissed off at two women kissing."

"I cannot stand the idea that the creator of the series planned to include a queer relationship in their story. Who in their right mind would make anything except for what I approve of?"

"I live in a world where saying a creator will do something they obviously never will means that they're going to do that exact thing. Also I am an idiot."

"This relationship is poorly written because Yang doesn't carry a grudge about something Blake already addressed all the way back in V6. Also, as an Adam Taurus stan, I believe Blake should be guilt-tripped and shamed by her love interest." (Really, this comes from an Adam stan. Are you surprised?)

"God, a woman being attracted to another woman? what the fuck."

"I cannot wrap my head around women having romantic feelings."

"Blake rightfully belongs to Sun and the only reason he doesn't get her is the worst part of the fandom, i.e. queer folks!"

"If I ignore Blake and Yang having the hots for each other since V7, then it doesn't count at all! I only register heterosexuality!"

"In reality, I was constantly being brought new courses from the waiters, but ignoring it because I had arbitrarily decided that only one specific course constituted as dinner at this one specific restaurant (but none of the other restaurants I enjoy, mind you)."

"I, who have been whining about Bumbleby and bee fans and how Sun has totally been wronged all day long, am now registering people expressing their glee and delight over the episode in the same fashion that I register all of Blake and Yang's interactions. Which is to say, desperate denial."

"Let us repeat: The real victims here are men at the hands of those awful writers and queer folks oppressing us Blacksun shippers!"

"We who demanded that a woman belong to a man who repeatedly offended her and refused to respect her wishes are now declaring other people to be disrespectful and entitled!"

"No matter how much I claim otherwise, I hate how two women confessed their love to each other and would skip over it in subsequent rewatches to pretend it never happened."

"How dare a woman not give a man who stabbed her in the stomach, cut off her friend's arm, and gaslighted her the trust and respect he's entitled to!"

"I totally don't hate sapphic relationships, but Blake and Yang's relationship clearly received undue focus in V9! Which is to say, any whatsoever."

"I am a blithering queerphobic asshat who genuinely believes no one would ever write a sapphic relationship unless it was purely out of desperation. (And thank goodness the person I sent this ask to doesn't give a shit about that!)"

"People become worse people when they aren't heterosexual!"

"Poor writing is when I cannot register anything characters do other than their queer relationship because I'm so pissed off at them being queer!"

"Me, a person with Real Taste, have ignored literally every element of two characters and their relationship except for their colours."

"Queer people aren't queer unless they loudly and explicitly state that they are queer at the earliest possible time! And no, it doesn't count if they openly express their attraction to each other!"

"THERE IS NO TEXT BIG, BOLD, OR UPPERCASE ENOUGH TO HIGHLIGHT MY DISPLEASURE THAT CREATORS OF A SHOW ARE ALLOWED TO MAKE CONTENT I DISAPPROVE OF AND THEN LET PEOPLE SHOW THEIR LOVE OF SAID CONTENT THROUGH A T-SHIRT OF LESBIANS RIDING A BEE. BECAUSE CLEARLY THE ONLY REASON ANY CREATOR WOULD WRITE A SAPPHIC RELATIONSHIP IS TO SELL T-SHIRTS."

#rwby critics #queerphobia in hatedom #misogyny in hatedom #anti rwde #rwby spoilers

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As much as I love FMN, I think it’s more realistic for a no forgiveness ending. I think that after all the sexual abuse that Luke has gone through and having his sexual agency taken away again and again, Aemond starting a relationship with him before he remembers is just a step too far. I know some readers are divided on this but I consider what Aemond to be doing as rape by deception. I can’t see Luke staying with him after he remembers. There is Luke, there is Lucerys, and Lucerys would not want what was happening and I think Aemond knows this. Aemond KNOWS that there is a part of Luke’s mind that cannot and would not consent and that’s why I really can’t imagine Luke forgiving him after all he’s been though. What’s your opinion?

I see your perspective and understand 100%

In a real world scenario this could either go one of two ways; one, Luke simply can’t find it in himself to forgive Aemond because though he wanted him in the moment, deep down Aemond must’ve known that their relationship (especially the sexual aspect of things) would’ve been completely different had he known this was the man who killed him and his dragon. Through every little moment Aemond held most of the power since he knew their complicated history for what it is.

it’s just one of many relationships he’s fallen into with a skewed power dynamic and it only serves to enforce Luke’s beliefs that the sexual trauma he’s faced is on him rather than those who’ve taken advantage. In his mind no one continuously falls into these situations except him, so it must be his own fault as there’s clearly something about Luke himself that leads him down this same road over and over. And though he still cares for and wants Aemond (he fell in love with him after all) Luke has been stripped of his sexual agency and bodily autonomy since he was a little boy. It’s too painful knowing that the man he genuinely saw a future with, who he thought respected him and loved him for who he was flaws and all, still found a way to take his choice away just like all the others.

The second path is that Luke stays and forgives Aemond. He’s so used to being taken advantage of sexually in ways that are flat out painful (chap 30 bathroom scene for example) that being with the guy who treats him well in spite of his lies is a better fate than any he’s ever known when it comes to intimacy.

Things could always be worse; Aemond could easily force him down, spit vitriol at him and use him like a human fleshlight, but instead he’s gentle. Listens and pays attention to any ques that he may be panicking or having a flashback. Aemond is loving and kind, doesn’t ask him to do degrading things despite knowing that Luke would without a second thought so long as it meant keeping his love. In Luke’s mind, Aemond may have lied but he’s a better man than he’ll will ever find in this lifetime. He’s willing to accept the deception for what it was because it could’ve been 10x worse.

In the second scenario specifically I’d like to imagine them fifteen or so years into the future, married with some kids of their own. Luke still battles with self-esteem issues and feelings of worthlessness which is normal for someone who’s been through even a quarter of what he’s had to endure.

Luke has a journal that he writes in religious and one day Aemond decides to go through it (maybe Luke left it open on accident and he just couldn’t resist?) He reads through each and every intimate thought and painful feelings his husband had kept to himself for decades since they’ve been reunited and finally begins to see how their relationship has damaged Luke.

However, Aemond doesn’t want to believe he could ever be anything like those men who hurt Luke. Their situation is different is what he tells himself, refusing to even associate the world “rape” with what they have.

Rape is forceful, degrading, and humiliating. Yes, he may have kept some things to himself but what else was he supposed to do? Come out with the truth right away and risk being seen as a lunatic?

He ends up confronting Luke, they talk it out after the initial anger at having his privacy invaded. In the end Luke assures Aemond that everything between them is fine. That he’s the only man who’s ever loved him enough to be gentle and kind to him regardless of the sting that burns a hole in his chest whenever he dreams of his long dead dragon or the man he could’ve grown up to be had he never died that night above Shipbreaker Bay. They kiss, make up and the real issue is never brought up again.

Denial, shame, and the ignorance of what is and isn’t “true” sexual violence keeps these two together. Its a sad picture to paint but it’s the reality that we should face yet are too afraid to confront. I also feel that Alicent’s relationship with Viserys is an example of this. She was assaulted by that man and we all know it, but since 14 was considered an adult all those years ago and their sex life was simply their “duty” no one ever addresses that it was in fact rape. They make excuses and defend until they’re blue in the face because everyone wants to chop a rapist dick off until it’s someone they know and care for while their victims are left to rot in their pain.

The issue of Lucemond’s relationship leading to rape my deception is important. It leads us to ask ourselves how far is it okay to go and where should boundaries be made in these horribly grainy situations. This argument has its place in the story as well. You have those who want these two to be together because “true love” (Aegon) and you have those who are against it for various reasons but one being that they feel Luke is being taken advantage of (Jace)

Its an interesting dialogue that should be had when it comes to this story.

Sorry for the long ramble but you already know how I am lol

#asks

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